(dbsk; fanfic) step. step. step. leap
ot5 | Yunho/Jaejoong | pg
one step. five steps.
i.
The knock on his bedroom door jolts Yunho awake; “Coming.” He yells out, stumbling out of his bed.
It’s Yoochun.
In his entire glorious aura, wide smile twinkly eyes. It’s Yoochun.
Warm, comforting Yoochun welcoming Yunho into his arms with a tight hug.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” Yoochun mumbles into Yunho’s shoulders, tears prickling his eyes.
“It’s time.” Yunho whispers, calming Yoochun with a squeeze.
ii.
Junsu expects it to be a long hard day at the recording studio but what he doesn’t expect is to find Changmin sitting on the couch, inside the studio.
“This is shit.” He says, flipping through sheets of music. “I bet you wrote it.”
It takes Junsu a beat to calm down. He smiles.
“Yoochun wrote it.” He says with a shrug.
“Oh. Well, he needs to work harder.”
Junsu’s smiles grows wider, he crosses the studio and pulls Changmin up for a hug. “Welcome home.”
“Welcome back.”
iii.
Jaejoong smiles widely when Yoochun and Yunho stand at his doorway with identical grins. “Hi, long time.” Jaejoong says teasingly looking at Yunho.
“Changmin and Junsu are inside?” Yoochun asks.
“Yup.” Jaejoong nods, making way for them to walk in. “Hello.” He whispers, wrapping his arm around Yunho’s waist and pulling him close. Yunho smiles a little, dips in for a gentle press of lips.
“Thank you.” Jaejoong whispers, brushing his nose against Yunho’s.
“Huh? For what?” Yunho asks, pulling Jaejoong closer and letting the door close behind him.
“You once said you would bring the members back together and start over and here we are.”
A high pitched laugh from inside the apartment makes Yunho and Jaejoong turn away for a split second. They grin.
“You were always the stronger one.” Yunho says, looking back to Jaejoong. “You were always the one who had it all together. You held me in one piece.”
“Always and forever.”
iv.
Three soju bottles down.
“You were made for the stage.” Yunho remarks, nudging Junsu in the ribs. “Built for it. Born for it. I watched your Dracula performance, I was there. No one knew of course.”
“I did.” Changmin butts in.
“Thanks.” Junsu says. “I always knew I was built for the stage. But the only difference is I know I was a built for a stage of five.”
Jaejoong coos and pinches his cheeks much, much, much to Junsu’s loud protests. Changmin laughs abashedly and reaches out for another drink and Jaejoong slaps his hand away. “Too much. Enough.”
Changmin frowns and looks at Yunho (who is too busy ruffling Junsu’s hair). “Hyung!” Changmin protests.
“Listen to him, Changmin.” Yunho comments offhandedly, pulling Junsu into a cuddle.
“I love you guys.” Yoochun blurts, leaning on the balcony railing, a burnt out cigarette in his hand. “I love you.”
He did not expect puppy pile he was pulled into.
v.
“Do you see it?” Yunho asks, looking out of the balcony and watching the world pass by.
“See what?” Yoochun asks.
“The stage. The entire world, it’s our stage. It’s waiting for us.”
They clink their beer mugs and cheers to that and unknown to the rest of the cold world, they’re warm together.
“Changmin, you are not allowed another cigarette!”
a/n:
hi.
one step. five steps.
i.
The knock on his bedroom door jolts Yunho awake; “Coming.” He yells out, stumbling out of his bed.
It’s Yoochun.
In his entire glorious aura, wide smile twinkly eyes. It’s Yoochun.
Warm, comforting Yoochun welcoming Yunho into his arms with a tight hug.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” Yoochun mumbles into Yunho’s shoulders, tears prickling his eyes.
“It’s time.” Yunho whispers, calming Yoochun with a squeeze.
ii.
Junsu expects it to be a long hard day at the recording studio but what he doesn’t expect is to find Changmin sitting on the couch, inside the studio.
“This is shit.” He says, flipping through sheets of music. “I bet you wrote it.”
It takes Junsu a beat to calm down. He smiles.
“Yoochun wrote it.” He says with a shrug.
“Oh. Well, he needs to work harder.”
Junsu’s smiles grows wider, he crosses the studio and pulls Changmin up for a hug. “Welcome home.”
“Welcome back.”
iii.
Jaejoong smiles widely when Yoochun and Yunho stand at his doorway with identical grins. “Hi, long time.” Jaejoong says teasingly looking at Yunho.
“Changmin and Junsu are inside?” Yoochun asks.
“Yup.” Jaejoong nods, making way for them to walk in. “Hello.” He whispers, wrapping his arm around Yunho’s waist and pulling him close. Yunho smiles a little, dips in for a gentle press of lips.
“Thank you.” Jaejoong whispers, brushing his nose against Yunho’s.
“Huh? For what?” Yunho asks, pulling Jaejoong closer and letting the door close behind him.
“You once said you would bring the members back together and start over and here we are.”
A high pitched laugh from inside the apartment makes Yunho and Jaejoong turn away for a split second. They grin.
“You were always the stronger one.” Yunho says, looking back to Jaejoong. “You were always the one who had it all together. You held me in one piece.”
“Always and forever.”
iv.
Three soju bottles down.
“You were made for the stage.” Yunho remarks, nudging Junsu in the ribs. “Built for it. Born for it. I watched your Dracula performance, I was there. No one knew of course.”
“I did.” Changmin butts in.
“Thanks.” Junsu says. “I always knew I was built for the stage. But the only difference is I know I was a built for a stage of five.”
Jaejoong coos and pinches his cheeks much, much, much to Junsu’s loud protests. Changmin laughs abashedly and reaches out for another drink and Jaejoong slaps his hand away. “Too much. Enough.”
Changmin frowns and looks at Yunho (who is too busy ruffling Junsu’s hair). “Hyung!” Changmin protests.
“Listen to him, Changmin.” Yunho comments offhandedly, pulling Junsu into a cuddle.
“I love you guys.” Yoochun blurts, leaning on the balcony railing, a burnt out cigarette in his hand. “I love you.”
He did not expect puppy pile he was pulled into.
v.
“Do you see it?” Yunho asks, looking out of the balcony and watching the world pass by.
“See what?” Yoochun asks.
“The stage. The entire world, it’s our stage. It’s waiting for us.”
They clink their beer mugs and cheers to that and unknown to the rest of the cold world, they’re warm together.
“Changmin, you are not allowed another cigarette!”
a/n:
hi.