[FIC] Because Words Are Never Enough
Title: Because Words Are Never Enough
Length: Oneshot
Author: hell_angel_v2
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Summary: Simply as the title says.
Comments: Unbeta-ed. Written for moon1084 because I love her. So much. And really, boo, words are never enough.
Winter
Mist floated out of his parted lips, ascending into the heavens in little clouds of white and dissolving into thinness before blending into the air in complete invisibility. He watched the pseudo-smoke cloud his vision, letting out his breath puff after puff, hoping to distract himself from the shiny black boots that glinted at him from behind the glass window he passed by on his way home every day. Not that the method had worked for even a single day for the past month since the Christmas displays had been set up, but JaeJoong was determined to try.
He stops by the lamp post right across the window, facing the display instead of the street like someone who was waiting for someone else was supposed to. The sales clerk inside moves further inside her booth, away from JaeJoong’s view, shaking her head at the man’s strangeness and thinking: here he goes again.
Five minutes pass and a warm hand nudges its way inside his right coat pocket to envelope his own freezing hand with warmth.
“Hey, boo.” Any trace of cupidity is wiped out of his mind by the smile that stretches across those lips. “Ready to go home?”
He responds with a smile of his own, tightening his hold on the other’s hand and letting the heat seep into his bones. Together, like every other day, they walk home.
The next day he gets a call from YunHo-I can’t meet you tonight, Jae, the boss wanted me at Okinawa, but I’ll call you when I get back, okay? Love you.-and the call ends before he can get a word in. Christmas is barely a week away, and he is worried.
Three days later, he opens his door to a grinning YunHo, face flushed and huddled in the warmth of a too-meager coat, a pair of glinting black boots clutched in his arms.
Spring
There is this scent in the air whenever spring approaches, a scent that calmed JaeJoong along with the sight of leaves finally sprouting from branches made brittle by the biting cold of the winter that had just passed. Flowers fighting their way to bloom under the melting ice made a perfect picture, and he was savoring the plip plop of water falling from miniature icicles hanging on a nearby tree as he sat on one of the drier benches when someone plopped down beside him.
“Nice day, huh?”
He was sorely tempted to ask why on earth YunHo was hugging a sack of soil, but he was hauled out of the seat before he could and dragged towards the general direction of their home.
The sun was just setting, and the strange orange-purple mix of the light cast YunHo in a beautiful beautiful light that, JaeJoong thought, YunHo doesn’t look so silly after all.
Oh, so it’s a flower bed, was what JaeJoong thought next as the soil was dumped onto what he thought as an ‘odd empty box’ that took refuge in their backyard. He had wondered why YunHo vehemently opposed him throwing it out when it made their garden less than perfect, but the insistence suddenly made much more sense.
If asked before, JaeJoong would say that he would never subject his flawless hands in anything so dirty as gardening. He would never risk dirt getting in the creases under his nails-manicures were getting expensive and JaeJoong believed in saving his money for better uses- or breach the territory of any earthworms living underneath the terrain of earth. Never. But now he has found that he has changed his mind.
Gardening could be bearable, he supposed, if it involved a backyard that was more than immaculate. But it was (just a little bit was all that JaeJoong would admit) fun, especially if it involved a whole season filled with laughter and flying soil, and the sensation of YunHo sucking his thumb where a thorny rose has pricked him once the roses they’ve planted had grown to full bloom.
Summer
“Ah-choo!!”
The sun outside has never been brighter, the prickle of heat across skin never more desired, the feel of sand creeping in between his toes never more craved for. It was the perfect time of year to go out for a swim on the beach, but instead of getting the tan that men nowadays seemed to fancy he was home. Nursing a cold.
“Here boo, have some more orange juice.”
With a petulant pout he ignores the glass of citrus fluid, his hand shooting out to snatch a roll of tissue from the table beside his bed. He tears a portion out with a violence that makes YunHo chuckle.
“Who the hell gets a cold in the goddamned summer YunHo? Who the hell??!!”
His words are muffled by the pieces of rolled up paper he has stuffed in one of his nostrils (the right one, where the mucus flowed like water as YunHo had pointed out. YunHo just chuckles some more, and JaeJoong wasn’t sure if it was because of the ridiculous picture he made or the nasal quality of his voice that the obstructions he had literally stuffed through did nothing to improve.
JaeJoong hates sour things, and he consistently insists that YunHo put some sugar on his juice. YunHo, predictably, resists and JaeJoong is very badly tempted to throw the man out of his house, but any such thoughts are erased as soon as he realizes that YunHo isn’t outside getting the tan they both planned on getting. He was there with him, squeezing oranges every now and then because his Boo deserves nothing but the best.
That week he drinks nothing but orange juice-freshly squeezed, YunHo made sure-and before summer ended they had found at least seven ways to enjoy their new tans.
Fall
That year there is more rain than Tokyo has ever seen. People wake up to it pounding on their windows, brave it as they make their way to school or work, and try to ward the noise off their minds so they could later go to sleep.
Everywhere JaeJoong looks is wet, and he wondered how much he had left in his wallet, and if it were enough to buy him a new pair of sneakers. Because there was no way that his beat up chucks would escape this flood unscathed.
He jumped out from the shed beside the library, bumping into other university students who were only too happy to occupy the spot he just vacated. Regret almost instantly followed as rainwater soaked through his shirt the second he lunged under the shower, it was obviously a stupid thing to do when rain was pouring down in sheets and he didn’t have an umbrella.
There was no time to ponder over his inanity, however, for a black Volvo-that traveled all the way from Saitama, JaeJoong was sure-screeched to a stop in front of him, splashing his already-drenched jeans with more mud water.
“Hey,”
“Hey.”
JaeJoong gets in the car without anymore words, and the kiss he gives YunHo is enough to wipe away the tiredness that a 5 hour drive can cause.
That year there is more rain than Tokyo has ever seen, but JaeJoong hadn’t really noticed. And his sneakers make it through another year.
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A/N 1 AHHH I MISSED WRITING SO MUCH!!!! This is a spur of the moment thing, so please forgive any errors. Y__Y There will be a definite mix up on the tenses I used, but I’ll edit those later, I promise. As usual, concrit is loved~~ :D
A/N 2 For those who are waiting for an update for Bullets for My Valentine, I’m not slacking off!! I promise!! I have at least half of an update done and promise to work on it this weekend~~ Hopefully, I don’t get distracted or too lazy and I can finish it by then. That’s me asking for encouragement XD PLEASE DON’T BRICK ME!! I’ll leave my longer, more detailed explanation for later, alright? Much love to you all~~