Serenity
Title: Serenity
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Length: Drabble
Summary: "It's a beautiful one," Yoochun said, eyes on the sky.
18.07.13
"It's a beautiful one," Yoochun said, eyes on the sky.
It was a gradient of white, blue and orange as the sun hang low on the horizon, peeking through clouds. Its light barely reached the ground and it fell beautifully on his skin, golden.
You nodded, eyes on him, "Beautiful indeed."
He was wearing a black cap and shades, casting shadow on his face. You hated it because it covered his handsome features, the one you adored, the one you love to trace with the tip of your fingers, with your lips. You could see the line on his neck and his jutting adam's apple. Even in a simple white shirt that made him look normal, he still looked amazing in your eyes.
Yoochun turned to you and smiled, as if he knew you weren't really watching the sunset. "I was talking about the sky."
You smirked back teasingly, "I was talking about you."
He laughed, because he was supposed to be the greasy one. Turning back to the beautiful view, he popped in his earphone and hummed his newly composed piece. It was his idea after all to watch the sunset, to get inspiration.
You continued to watch him, because what else can you do? Since day one, it has always been your eyes following his every movement, your lips tracing each of his words, your hand caressing every inch of his skin. You absorbed everything you could with your eyes, the way he chewed on his bottom lips, and the way his long fingers tapped against the side of his thigh, and stored them in a special place in your heart reserved for him, and him only.
And just in case you get brain damage or heart failure or anything else that could take the memories of him from you, you snapped a picture of that precious moment.
He turned at the sound of shutter and grinned, "Do I look handsome?"
"So ugly," you snickered, pretending to delete the picture from your phone, "Why can't you be handsome like me?"
"At least there's Junsu to be the ugliest among us," he shrugged and you laughed.
Then he took your hand, slipping his long pianist fingers in the space between yours. He smiled, and it was contagious you had to smile so wide your cheeks hurt.
And even if tomorrow you have to go back to Korea,
if you have to sing your voice raw,
and dance your life away,
and waste the rest of your life trying to please everyone else by being the good son, a great husband, an amazing father…
you will always have this moment to get back to.
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Length: Drabble
Summary: "It's a beautiful one," Yoochun said, eyes on the sky.
18.07.13
"It's a beautiful one," Yoochun said, eyes on the sky.
It was a gradient of white, blue and orange as the sun hang low on the horizon, peeking through clouds. Its light barely reached the ground and it fell beautifully on his skin, golden.
You nodded, eyes on him, "Beautiful indeed."
He was wearing a black cap and shades, casting shadow on his face. You hated it because it covered his handsome features, the one you adored, the one you love to trace with the tip of your fingers, with your lips. You could see the line on his neck and his jutting adam's apple. Even in a simple white shirt that made him look normal, he still looked amazing in your eyes.
Yoochun turned to you and smiled, as if he knew you weren't really watching the sunset. "I was talking about the sky."
You smirked back teasingly, "I was talking about you."
He laughed, because he was supposed to be the greasy one. Turning back to the beautiful view, he popped in his earphone and hummed his newly composed piece. It was his idea after all to watch the sunset, to get inspiration.
You continued to watch him, because what else can you do? Since day one, it has always been your eyes following his every movement, your lips tracing each of his words, your hand caressing every inch of his skin. You absorbed everything you could with your eyes, the way he chewed on his bottom lips, and the way his long fingers tapped against the side of his thigh, and stored them in a special place in your heart reserved for him, and him only.
And just in case you get brain damage or heart failure or anything else that could take the memories of him from you, you snapped a picture of that precious moment.
He turned at the sound of shutter and grinned, "Do I look handsome?"
"So ugly," you snickered, pretending to delete the picture from your phone, "Why can't you be handsome like me?"
"At least there's Junsu to be the ugliest among us," he shrugged and you laughed.
Then he took your hand, slipping his long pianist fingers in the space between yours. He smiled, and it was contagious you had to smile so wide your cheeks hurt.
And even if tomorrow you have to go back to Korea,
if you have to sing your voice raw,
and dance your life away,
and waste the rest of your life trying to please everyone else by being the good son, a great husband, an amazing father…
you will always have this moment to get back to.
***
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