Stories (oo2: o6 drabbles) - 1/1
Stories (oo2: o6 drabbles). (yunho/jaejoong)
513 words. angst. G
More prompt-based writing. Snapshots of their lives pulled at inopportune moments, where they are the most vulnerable, most ignorant, most tormented, most honest, most dark, most alive. Quietly, they live.
oo6
the one thing that jaejoong will never win over with his pouty smile and round dark eyes is age,
and its insistent flow that seems to pull every inch of him into exhaustion and ugliness that he can't bear to look at, especially when it curves out of his scalp in pigmentless defiance.
yunho spends all his spare time with jaejoong's head in his lap, searching for white hairs to pull out and wounds to kiss.
--
oo7
yunho wants to kiss him on the stage, in front of all their fans, just for kicks, to see their reactions and the million and three .gifs that will surface.
jaejoong says no, no, that's not a good idea.
and yunho says why, it's hilarious, it'll be better than banjun.
no, jaejoong says. no.
and then yoochun comes to him nights after and stares him in the eye, and says that if he hurts jaejoong, ever, yoochun will probably kill him.
yunho laughs it off, what are you talking about?
he grabs him by the arm and says, slowly,
jaejoong will never kiss you on stage.
and yunho doesn't get it.
jaejoong.
will never.
kiss you.
on stage.
where is the emphasis? he asks.
yoochun tells him to figure it out.
--
oo8
yunho is too young, too sheltered by sm's great big twisted-sinew arms to know what love is like, the secret girlfriend he had doesn't account for anything. with her frail waist and big breasts and long legs, she looks nothing like jaejoong in his underwear at four am when he crawls out of bed to have a cup of hot, hot tea by the window, eyes unfocused and dreaming awake.
he imagines that love might feel a lot like the convulsing he feels in his ribcage when jaejoong turns around, surprised, smiling, pleased.
and a lot like the contentment when they spend the rest of the night side by side, drinking out of the same cup and just talking about everything that is nothing and anything that is something.
and a lot like the fear when sm comes barging in through their door and tells them that yunjae is going off the market, because you'd forgotten that.
your relationship is a commercial product.
--
oo9
yunho kisses all the way up and down jaejoong's arm.
"oh, you're so beautiful," he says, and jaejoong laughs like he lied.
--
o1o
yunho crawls all over jaejoong's sleeping body and whispers horrible things into his ear, hoping that jaejoong will scream himself awake and straight into yunho's arms.
(his favourite thing to say is "i love you, i love you i love you and nothing will ever change it, nothing will ever stop us," because then, not only does jaejoong scream, but he also cries and cries and cries.)
--
o11
jaejoong's wall is filled with faces of people in the middle of saying 'i love you,' sometimes whispered, sometimes screamed, sometimes smiled, sometimes stated.
in the middle of it all is his own face, lips split open and eyes staring at all the people dying with affection around him.
` we grow and grow and grow. / older, taller, stronger. / apart.
513 words. angst. G
More prompt-based writing. Snapshots of their lives pulled at inopportune moments, where they are the most vulnerable, most ignorant, most tormented, most honest, most dark, most alive. Quietly, they live.
oo6
the one thing that jaejoong will never win over with his pouty smile and round dark eyes is age,
and its insistent flow that seems to pull every inch of him into exhaustion and ugliness that he can't bear to look at, especially when it curves out of his scalp in pigmentless defiance.
yunho spends all his spare time with jaejoong's head in his lap, searching for white hairs to pull out and wounds to kiss.
--
oo7
yunho wants to kiss him on the stage, in front of all their fans, just for kicks, to see their reactions and the million and three .gifs that will surface.
jaejoong says no, no, that's not a good idea.
and yunho says why, it's hilarious, it'll be better than banjun.
no, jaejoong says. no.
and then yoochun comes to him nights after and stares him in the eye, and says that if he hurts jaejoong, ever, yoochun will probably kill him.
yunho laughs it off, what are you talking about?
he grabs him by the arm and says, slowly,
jaejoong will never kiss you on stage.
and yunho doesn't get it.
jaejoong.
will never.
kiss you.
on stage.
where is the emphasis? he asks.
yoochun tells him to figure it out.
--
oo8
yunho is too young, too sheltered by sm's great big twisted-sinew arms to know what love is like, the secret girlfriend he had doesn't account for anything. with her frail waist and big breasts and long legs, she looks nothing like jaejoong in his underwear at four am when he crawls out of bed to have a cup of hot, hot tea by the window, eyes unfocused and dreaming awake.
he imagines that love might feel a lot like the convulsing he feels in his ribcage when jaejoong turns around, surprised, smiling, pleased.
and a lot like the contentment when they spend the rest of the night side by side, drinking out of the same cup and just talking about everything that is nothing and anything that is something.
and a lot like the fear when sm comes barging in through their door and tells them that yunjae is going off the market, because you'd forgotten that.
your relationship is a commercial product.
--
oo9
yunho kisses all the way up and down jaejoong's arm.
"oh, you're so beautiful," he says, and jaejoong laughs like he lied.
--
o1o
yunho crawls all over jaejoong's sleeping body and whispers horrible things into his ear, hoping that jaejoong will scream himself awake and straight into yunho's arms.
(his favourite thing to say is "i love you, i love you i love you and nothing will ever change it, nothing will ever stop us," because then, not only does jaejoong scream, but he also cries and cries and cries.)
--
o11
jaejoong's wall is filled with faces of people in the middle of saying 'i love you,' sometimes whispered, sometimes screamed, sometimes smiled, sometimes stated.
in the middle of it all is his own face, lips split open and eyes staring at all the people dying with affection around him.
` we grow and grow and grow. / older, taller, stronger. / apart.