one-shot
Title: Missing You
Genre: ??? *ish clueless*
Pairing: uhm... Yunjae???
Rating: absolutely safe...
Disclaimer: watch, one day they will be mine.. you just watch...
Summary: Jaejoong wants to be with Yunho in Christmas Eve... I hate summaries
He tossed over his bed for the nth time. He could not sleep. He tried but to no avail. He counted invisible sheep, listened to classical music, watched T.V, took a bath to relax himself, drank hot chocolate, read a book, he even sang to himself. Nothing.
And he knew exactly why.
He missed a certain someone.
He didn't want to disturb his lover for he thought the man was already sleeping. He wanted to give the man a call but hesitated.
He sighed.
Deciding that he's had enough, he got off his bed and walked over to his closet. He pulled open one of his drawers, took out his phone (he locked it to resist the urge to call his boyfriend), and speed-dialed 1.
Surprisingly, the other picked up after the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Yunnie~" Jaejoong whined as he walked back to his bed.
"Yes, Boojae?"
"Can't sleep."
Yunho could just see the pout on Jaejoong's face.
"Want me to sing to you?"
"Hmm."
"Well then, lay down and I'll sing to you."
Jaejoong did as he was told and made himself comfortable on the king sized bed. "Can't we have phone sex instead?" He asked (innocently) cutely.
Jaejoong did not miss the chuckle that resonated through the phone. "Sleep, Jae."
And sing, Yunho did.
After ten minutes, a total of five different songs, Jaejoong still couldn't sleep. He still missed Yunho.
"Are you sleeping yet?" Yunho asked. When he heard the other's light, even breathing in return, he whispered an "I love you" then hanged up.
Jaejoong on the other hand, looked at his phone once their leader hanged up. "I love you, too," he said to the phone, wishing that Yunho could still hear him. He had pretended to be asleep because he wanted the man to get some sleep. He couldn't be that selfish and deprive Yunho a much needed rest. The man was stressed enough.
He hated this. He hated that he wasn't in the same house as Yunho and Changmin. He's been so used to Yunho being there--with him, so used to Changmin asking him to cook for the magnae. He hated that whenever he wants to talk to the two members, they have to do it secretly. He hated that he couldn't take care of them. He hated that he couldn't be with them. He hated SME for doing this to them. At first, they take advantage of them, making them work until they fall sick, making them dance until their bodies give out, making them sing until they lose their voices, and giving them nothing in return. Now, now that they've decided to take action regarding this unfair treatment they're getting, they split them apart, making rules such as: no communication between the three who filed the complaint, and the other two, they should live in different apartments, far away from each other, from then on. Enforcing stupid rules that could weaken the bond between them. Or so they (SM) thought.
Nothing and no one could ever break the bond between them. They have been through so much, shared so much -- hardships, joy, sadness-- for something so stupid to break them, or even weaken the foundation of their relationship. That stupid company would never succeed in whatever they are planning.
His gaze fell into the neatly wrapped Christmas presents for the members.
Suddenly, loneliness washed over Jaejoong.
For the past six, seven years, every Christmas eve, even if they are busy with their schedules, Jaejoong makes sure that they spend it with each other. He cooks food for the members and when the clock strikes at twelve, while eating desert, they would greet each other a merry Christmas and exchange gifts. They would spend the first seconds of Christmas full of laughter.
A tear sneaked its way out of the lead singer's doe-like eyes. He quickly wiped it away.
The clock said 11:30 P.M.
Unconsciously, he dialed Yunho's number again. This time, his lover picked up after the first ring.
"Jae?" When he heard nothing, he tried again, "Jae? Boojae?"
A sob.
"Jaejoong, what's wrong? Did something happen?" Yunho was already up, grabbing his keys and a jacket to protect himself from the winter breeze. "Wait for me. I'll be there in ten minutes," he said as he lock the door behind him.
Yunho drove fast, breaking almost all the traffic rules just to get to Jaejoong faster.
Yunho was worried. He hated this. He hated that he couldn't do anything for his beloved. He hated that he had to move to a different apartment, away from the other members. He hated that he had to make Jaejoong wait, and just couldn't be there whenever Jaejoong needed him.
The sound of Jaejoong's sob echoed through his mind. He couldn't get it out of his head. He drove faster (if that was even possible).
In less than ten minutes, he was already in front of his previous apartment, shakily inserting the key into the keyhole. Once he succeeded into opening the said door, he rushed over to what used to be his and Jaejoong's shared bedroom.
"Jae-" He was cut off by the sight in front of him.
Jaejoong was sitting on the bed, curled up into a ball, his forearms hiding his tear-streaked face. His shoulders were shaking.
Yunho walked towards the sobbing man with so much carefulness. As if a little sound of his footstep would break the man even more. Upon reaching the bed, he sat beside his lover, and stroked the man's hair with, yet again, so much carefulness, and tenderness.
"Jae," he spoke softly.
Jaejoong looked up only meet his lover's hurt-filled eyes. Those brown orbs which contained so much emotion-- tiredness, loneliness, hurt, tenderness, and love.
"Yunho," Jaejoong's voice reflected agony; it hurt Yunho even more. "I'm lonely," he whispered as he adjust himself to be able to bury his face on the nook of Yunho's neck.
Yunho wrapped his arms around his lover's frail body. Oh, how much weight he has lost! His heart throbbed.
"Shh, I'm here now. It's okay, everything will be okay," he cooed while rubbing his love's back in a circular motion.
"I hope so. I hope so."
Yunho pulled Jaejoong away and looked at his face. "Remember what we've always told the fans? Keep the faith. Always keep the faith, baby," he kissed the tears away from the other's beautiful face.
“But… It’s so tiring.”
“Jae, we’ve gone over this, haven’t we? All five of us agreed that once Changmin finishes his drama, we’ll be together in this battle. We’ll fight them as one, as Dong Bang Shin Ki.”
He trailed sweet kisses on Jaejoong's angel-like face. From his forehead, down to his nose, to his cheeks and finally on his lips. It was sweet at first, then it became passionate, both men fighting for dominance to which Yunho won, like always. Yunho gently laid Jaejoong on the bed and hovered on top of him.
Soon, two naked people desperately clung onto one another, two pair of hands roamed around each other's body, touching every part it could, two voices moaned, screamed one another's name. Heat, desire, lust and love enveloped the closed bedroom.
Jaejoong lazily traced heart-shaped patterns on Yunho’s chest with his index finger. They had just finished making love, and the lead singer of Dong Bang Shin Ki was now wrapped around the leader’s arms. Tucked away from all the problems, people and things that cause him pain and suffering, for now. Both of them treasured every second for they knew they’d have to face reality again in a few hours.
“Love you, Yunnie,” Jaejoong murmured against his lover’s tanned chest.
“I love you too, Boojae,” the other replied before kissing the crown of Jaejoong’s head.
The clock in Jaejoong and Yunho’s bedroom chimed.
It was 12:00 A.M.
It was Christmas.
Just as the clock struck twelve, a voice came from outside their bedroom.
"Merry Christmas!!!"
Jaejoong immediately sat up. He recognized that voice. "Changmin?" He asked to no one in particular.
"Hey, you horny lovebirds! Are you just gonna let the genius, mighty magnae here all by himself? Just because I'm alone and have no special someone doesn't mean you can ignore me!"
"Changmin!" Jaejoong grabbed their clothes from the floor (threw at Yunho his clothes), unlocked theit bedroom, and stepped out, hand in hand with his lover.
The singer and lead singer was greeted by the sight of Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin squeezing the life out of each other. Some "Merry Christmas," "I missed you," and "Can't breath," were exchanged.
Jaejoong smiled. The scene before him warmed him to no extent.
“What are you doing here?” Yunho asked.
“Merry Christmas to you too, nice to hear you’re glad I’m here,” Changmin retorted playfully.
Yunho rolled his eyes in return. After six years of living with the youngest, he was so used to his snarky and sarcastic retorts.
Jaejoong laughed. Oh, how he missed this.
“Seriously, why are you here? You know you’re not allowed to,” said Yoochun.
“First off, Yunho hyung just ran out of that freakishly ugly dump they call apartment, totally ignoring me so I got kind of worried so I followed him. Which reminds me, I don’t see you telling him that and asking him why he’s here,” he raised his left eyebrow. “Secondly, you guys don’t really expect me to break the Dong Bang Christmas tradition that Umma established, right?” he added softly and sincerely.
Jaejoong eyes started tearing up because of what he heard.
“Hyung?” The magnae called, his arms open, waiting for a big hug from his Umma.
Jaejoong ran to where Changmin was and gave the youngest a big, tight hug. He buried his face into the other’s chest and let his tears flow out. “I missed you,” he said.
“I missed you too hyung. Merry Christmas,” Changmin was also in the verge of crying (not that he’d admit it).
“Merry Christmas.”
“So… did you cook anything?” The youngest inquired.
Jaejoong let out a chuckle as he wipe his tears. “Of course.”
Jaejoong watched his three dongsaeng/children eat happily with a smile on his face.
“Merry Christmas,” Yunho whispered to Jaejoong’s ear as he hug the man from behind and put his head on the other’s shoulder.
“Merry Christmas,” Jaejoong tilted his head and gave his love a peck on the lips.
Teasing, cheerful voices and laughter filled the apartment. It was probably the happiest apartment in the whole building.
The tradition lived on, after all. It always will.
They are Dong Bang Shin Ki, Rising Gods of The East, and they will show everyone just how strong their bond is. And just like conquering Asia, they will overcome this obstacle that fate decided to throw on their way.
I wrote this in like 30-40 minutes so i apologize for any mistakes, whatsoever. I got the idea while eating breakfast with my parents.. they were talking about christmas traditions.. and I have no idea how it turned out this way. it was suppose to be fluff.. i failed, i know..
i kinda rushed through this 'coz i know i won't have the time tommorow since it's christmas (people will come to our house) and today my mom made me clean the whole house and help her cook and take care of the dogs so i'm pretty tired, so again SORRY for the mistakes.. i still have to wrap presents.. bye~
uhm, comments???
Genre: ??? *ish clueless*
Pairing: uhm... Yunjae???
Rating: absolutely safe...
Disclaimer: watch, one day they will be mine.. you just watch...
Summary: Jaejoong wants to be with Yunho in Christmas Eve... I hate summaries
He tossed over his bed for the nth time. He could not sleep. He tried but to no avail. He counted invisible sheep, listened to classical music, watched T.V, took a bath to relax himself, drank hot chocolate, read a book, he even sang to himself. Nothing.
And he knew exactly why.
He missed a certain someone.
He didn't want to disturb his lover for he thought the man was already sleeping. He wanted to give the man a call but hesitated.
He sighed.
Deciding that he's had enough, he got off his bed and walked over to his closet. He pulled open one of his drawers, took out his phone (he locked it to resist the urge to call his boyfriend), and speed-dialed 1.
Surprisingly, the other picked up after the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Yunnie~" Jaejoong whined as he walked back to his bed.
"Yes, Boojae?"
"Can't sleep."
Yunho could just see the pout on Jaejoong's face.
"Want me to sing to you?"
"Hmm."
"Well then, lay down and I'll sing to you."
Jaejoong did as he was told and made himself comfortable on the king sized bed. "Can't we have phone sex instead?" He asked (innocently) cutely.
Jaejoong did not miss the chuckle that resonated through the phone. "Sleep, Jae."
And sing, Yunho did.
After ten minutes, a total of five different songs, Jaejoong still couldn't sleep. He still missed Yunho.
"Are you sleeping yet?" Yunho asked. When he heard the other's light, even breathing in return, he whispered an "I love you" then hanged up.
Jaejoong on the other hand, looked at his phone once their leader hanged up. "I love you, too," he said to the phone, wishing that Yunho could still hear him. He had pretended to be asleep because he wanted the man to get some sleep. He couldn't be that selfish and deprive Yunho a much needed rest. The man was stressed enough.
He hated this. He hated that he wasn't in the same house as Yunho and Changmin. He's been so used to Yunho being there--with him, so used to Changmin asking him to cook for the magnae. He hated that whenever he wants to talk to the two members, they have to do it secretly. He hated that he couldn't take care of them. He hated that he couldn't be with them. He hated SME for doing this to them. At first, they take advantage of them, making them work until they fall sick, making them dance until their bodies give out, making them sing until they lose their voices, and giving them nothing in return. Now, now that they've decided to take action regarding this unfair treatment they're getting, they split them apart, making rules such as: no communication between the three who filed the complaint, and the other two, they should live in different apartments, far away from each other, from then on. Enforcing stupid rules that could weaken the bond between them. Or so they (SM) thought.
Nothing and no one could ever break the bond between them. They have been through so much, shared so much -- hardships, joy, sadness-- for something so stupid to break them, or even weaken the foundation of their relationship. That stupid company would never succeed in whatever they are planning.
His gaze fell into the neatly wrapped Christmas presents for the members.
Suddenly, loneliness washed over Jaejoong.
For the past six, seven years, every Christmas eve, even if they are busy with their schedules, Jaejoong makes sure that they spend it with each other. He cooks food for the members and when the clock strikes at twelve, while eating desert, they would greet each other a merry Christmas and exchange gifts. They would spend the first seconds of Christmas full of laughter.
A tear sneaked its way out of the lead singer's doe-like eyes. He quickly wiped it away.
The clock said 11:30 P.M.
Unconsciously, he dialed Yunho's number again. This time, his lover picked up after the first ring.
"Jae?" When he heard nothing, he tried again, "Jae? Boojae?"
A sob.
"Jaejoong, what's wrong? Did something happen?" Yunho was already up, grabbing his keys and a jacket to protect himself from the winter breeze. "Wait for me. I'll be there in ten minutes," he said as he lock the door behind him.
Yunho drove fast, breaking almost all the traffic rules just to get to Jaejoong faster.
Yunho was worried. He hated this. He hated that he couldn't do anything for his beloved. He hated that he had to move to a different apartment, away from the other members. He hated that he had to make Jaejoong wait, and just couldn't be there whenever Jaejoong needed him.
The sound of Jaejoong's sob echoed through his mind. He couldn't get it out of his head. He drove faster (if that was even possible).
In less than ten minutes, he was already in front of his previous apartment, shakily inserting the key into the keyhole. Once he succeeded into opening the said door, he rushed over to what used to be his and Jaejoong's shared bedroom.
"Jae-" He was cut off by the sight in front of him.
Jaejoong was sitting on the bed, curled up into a ball, his forearms hiding his tear-streaked face. His shoulders were shaking.
Yunho walked towards the sobbing man with so much carefulness. As if a little sound of his footstep would break the man even more. Upon reaching the bed, he sat beside his lover, and stroked the man's hair with, yet again, so much carefulness, and tenderness.
"Jae," he spoke softly.
Jaejoong looked up only meet his lover's hurt-filled eyes. Those brown orbs which contained so much emotion-- tiredness, loneliness, hurt, tenderness, and love.
"Yunho," Jaejoong's voice reflected agony; it hurt Yunho even more. "I'm lonely," he whispered as he adjust himself to be able to bury his face on the nook of Yunho's neck.
Yunho wrapped his arms around his lover's frail body. Oh, how much weight he has lost! His heart throbbed.
"Shh, I'm here now. It's okay, everything will be okay," he cooed while rubbing his love's back in a circular motion.
"I hope so. I hope so."
Yunho pulled Jaejoong away and looked at his face. "Remember what we've always told the fans? Keep the faith. Always keep the faith, baby," he kissed the tears away from the other's beautiful face.
“But… It’s so tiring.”
“Jae, we’ve gone over this, haven’t we? All five of us agreed that once Changmin finishes his drama, we’ll be together in this battle. We’ll fight them as one, as Dong Bang Shin Ki.”
He trailed sweet kisses on Jaejoong's angel-like face. From his forehead, down to his nose, to his cheeks and finally on his lips. It was sweet at first, then it became passionate, both men fighting for dominance to which Yunho won, like always. Yunho gently laid Jaejoong on the bed and hovered on top of him.
Soon, two naked people desperately clung onto one another, two pair of hands roamed around each other's body, touching every part it could, two voices moaned, screamed one another's name. Heat, desire, lust and love enveloped the closed bedroom.
Jaejoong lazily traced heart-shaped patterns on Yunho’s chest with his index finger. They had just finished making love, and the lead singer of Dong Bang Shin Ki was now wrapped around the leader’s arms. Tucked away from all the problems, people and things that cause him pain and suffering, for now. Both of them treasured every second for they knew they’d have to face reality again in a few hours.
“Love you, Yunnie,” Jaejoong murmured against his lover’s tanned chest.
“I love you too, Boojae,” the other replied before kissing the crown of Jaejoong’s head.
The clock in Jaejoong and Yunho’s bedroom chimed.
It was 12:00 A.M.
It was Christmas.
Just as the clock struck twelve, a voice came from outside their bedroom.
"Merry Christmas!!!"
Jaejoong immediately sat up. He recognized that voice. "Changmin?" He asked to no one in particular.
"Hey, you horny lovebirds! Are you just gonna let the genius, mighty magnae here all by himself? Just because I'm alone and have no special someone doesn't mean you can ignore me!"
"Changmin!" Jaejoong grabbed their clothes from the floor (threw at Yunho his clothes), unlocked theit bedroom, and stepped out, hand in hand with his lover.
The singer and lead singer was greeted by the sight of Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin squeezing the life out of each other. Some "Merry Christmas," "I missed you," and "Can't breath," were exchanged.
Jaejoong smiled. The scene before him warmed him to no extent.
“What are you doing here?” Yunho asked.
“Merry Christmas to you too, nice to hear you’re glad I’m here,” Changmin retorted playfully.
Yunho rolled his eyes in return. After six years of living with the youngest, he was so used to his snarky and sarcastic retorts.
Jaejoong laughed. Oh, how he missed this.
“Seriously, why are you here? You know you’re not allowed to,” said Yoochun.
“First off, Yunho hyung just ran out of that freakishly ugly dump they call apartment, totally ignoring me so I got kind of worried so I followed him. Which reminds me, I don’t see you telling him that and asking him why he’s here,” he raised his left eyebrow. “Secondly, you guys don’t really expect me to break the Dong Bang Christmas tradition that Umma established, right?” he added softly and sincerely.
Jaejoong eyes started tearing up because of what he heard.
“Hyung?” The magnae called, his arms open, waiting for a big hug from his Umma.
Jaejoong ran to where Changmin was and gave the youngest a big, tight hug. He buried his face into the other’s chest and let his tears flow out. “I missed you,” he said.
“I missed you too hyung. Merry Christmas,” Changmin was also in the verge of crying (not that he’d admit it).
“Merry Christmas.”
“So… did you cook anything?” The youngest inquired.
Jaejoong let out a chuckle as he wipe his tears. “Of course.”
Jaejoong watched his three dongsaeng/children eat happily with a smile on his face.
“Merry Christmas,” Yunho whispered to Jaejoong’s ear as he hug the man from behind and put his head on the other’s shoulder.
“Merry Christmas,” Jaejoong tilted his head and gave his love a peck on the lips.
Teasing, cheerful voices and laughter filled the apartment. It was probably the happiest apartment in the whole building.
The tradition lived on, after all. It always will.
They are Dong Bang Shin Ki, Rising Gods of The East, and they will show everyone just how strong their bond is. And just like conquering Asia, they will overcome this obstacle that fate decided to throw on their way.
I wrote this in like 30-40 minutes so i apologize for any mistakes, whatsoever. I got the idea while eating breakfast with my parents.. they were talking about christmas traditions.. and I have no idea how it turned out this way. it was suppose to be fluff.. i failed, i know..
i kinda rushed through this 'coz i know i won't have the time tommorow since it's christmas (people will come to our house) and today my mom made me clean the whole house and help her cook and take care of the dogs so i'm pretty tired, so again SORRY for the mistakes.. i still have to wrap presents.. bye~
uhm, comments???