[TVXQ] Where the Lost Ones Go; Jaejoong&Yunho
Where the Lost Ones Go
Jaejoong&Yunho. PG-13. 583w.
Even though Yunho found him Jaejoong still feels lost.
warnings: charater death
a/n: I’ve been wanting to try and write this kind of fic for a while now … I don’t know how I feel about it though. Concrit is encouraged and welcomed :) Thank you for reading!
{Where the Lost Ones Go}
Yunho enters into a seemingly empty apartment through an unusually unlocked door. The apartment is clean, nothing out of place; that is until Yunho walks into the living room and sees billowing curtains that lead out onto Jaejoong’s walkout deck. Just for good measure he calls out Jaejoong’s name once. When he doesn’t get an answer he rushes to the open doors to find Jaejoong sitting on the ledge, his legs perilously dangling over the nine-story drop.
“Don’t do it, please don’t.” Yunho reads Jaejoong’s mind and pleads, slowly inching towards him.
“Why not?” Jaejoong looks at him, his eyes full of pain and challenge.
Yunho sighs, he couldn’t quite place it, he didn’t know his answer. All he knows is that Jaejoong has become his addiction, his drug. The Jaejoong-effect. He sees Jaejoong smirk like he knows that he has won this round. Yunho won’t let him win, he reaches for Jaejoong’s wrist and he feels the other man stiffen in his grip. Yunho remembers the first time Jaejoong touched him like they were more than just friends.
It was a simple and accidental graze of the fingers during on of their mutual friend’s party, Jaejoong was drunk but Yunho knows that it takes more than liquor to incapacitate him (he couldn’t blame it on the alcohol). It was like Jaejoong touched him with burning fingers that weren’t on fire; Yunho would never forget the sting. That night they went home together: clumsy fingers, tentative kisses, the awkward quiet moments when they weren’t sure of something. The nights of exploration quickly turned into nights of familiar territory. Yunho still can’t find the exact reason why Jaejoong was so important to him.
Their eyes meet.
Let go.
Never.
“Why?” Incredulity and poison laced Jaejoong’s tone.
“Where do you think you’re going to go?”
“Where ever the lost ones go.”
But you’re not lost. Yunho wanted to say, I found you. We found each other. You found me.
Jaejoong just wants Yunho to let him fall. But a little voice inside him wants Yunho to hang on. Maybe he was unknowingly testing Yunho, see how much Yunho really cares. Guilt stabs him, Yunho always cares. Jaejoong contemplates the drop again, looking over the ledge; the empty sidewalk waiting patiently to meet him.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho’s voice became stern and he spoke slowy, “I need you here with me. Don’t do it.”
A small breathy laugh came between Jaejoong’s lips, “It’s the other way around.” Jaejoong was the one that needed Yunho; Yunho was his center. But he knows that everything ends and there is no such thing forever. It would be less painful, Jaejoong couldn’t live with an empty heart. “I’m sorry.”
Yunho feels a harsh tug on his arm and the warmth in his grip disappears. The next few hours are a blur; Yunho remembers seeing alot of red, flashing lights, and more red. He remembers screaming incoherently at his phone for someone to come; but that's all.
Sometimes Yunho hears Jaejoong speaking to him, maybe even singing. Apologetic whispers travel through his opened window lul him to sleep every night. Once in a while Yunho swears that he can feel the warmth of Jaejoong’s body next to his. That’s when Yunho figures out why Jaejoong was so important to him; Yunho loved Jaejoong and Jaejoong loved him back.
When you realize that you have been loved, you will never be alone.
I'll be with you wherever you go
So you will never be alone
I'm going where the wind blows
Going where the lost ones go
- I Will Be With You, Sarah Brightman
Jaejoong&Yunho. PG-13. 583w.
Even though Yunho found him Jaejoong still feels lost.
warnings: charater death
a/n: I’ve been wanting to try and write this kind of fic for a while now … I don’t know how I feel about it though. Concrit is encouraged and welcomed :) Thank you for reading!
{Where the Lost Ones Go}
Yunho enters into a seemingly empty apartment through an unusually unlocked door. The apartment is clean, nothing out of place; that is until Yunho walks into the living room and sees billowing curtains that lead out onto Jaejoong’s walkout deck. Just for good measure he calls out Jaejoong’s name once. When he doesn’t get an answer he rushes to the open doors to find Jaejoong sitting on the ledge, his legs perilously dangling over the nine-story drop.
“Don’t do it, please don’t.” Yunho reads Jaejoong’s mind and pleads, slowly inching towards him.
“Why not?” Jaejoong looks at him, his eyes full of pain and challenge.
Yunho sighs, he couldn’t quite place it, he didn’t know his answer. All he knows is that Jaejoong has become his addiction, his drug. The Jaejoong-effect. He sees Jaejoong smirk like he knows that he has won this round. Yunho won’t let him win, he reaches for Jaejoong’s wrist and he feels the other man stiffen in his grip. Yunho remembers the first time Jaejoong touched him like they were more than just friends.
It was a simple and accidental graze of the fingers during on of their mutual friend’s party, Jaejoong was drunk but Yunho knows that it takes more than liquor to incapacitate him (he couldn’t blame it on the alcohol). It was like Jaejoong touched him with burning fingers that weren’t on fire; Yunho would never forget the sting. That night they went home together: clumsy fingers, tentative kisses, the awkward quiet moments when they weren’t sure of something. The nights of exploration quickly turned into nights of familiar territory. Yunho still can’t find the exact reason why Jaejoong was so important to him.
Their eyes meet.
Let go.
Never.
“Why?” Incredulity and poison laced Jaejoong’s tone.
“Where do you think you’re going to go?”
“Where ever the lost ones go.”
But you’re not lost. Yunho wanted to say, I found you. We found each other. You found me.
Jaejoong just wants Yunho to let him fall. But a little voice inside him wants Yunho to hang on. Maybe he was unknowingly testing Yunho, see how much Yunho really cares. Guilt stabs him, Yunho always cares. Jaejoong contemplates the drop again, looking over the ledge; the empty sidewalk waiting patiently to meet him.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho’s voice became stern and he spoke slowy, “I need you here with me. Don’t do it.”
A small breathy laugh came between Jaejoong’s lips, “It’s the other way around.” Jaejoong was the one that needed Yunho; Yunho was his center. But he knows that everything ends and there is no such thing forever. It would be less painful, Jaejoong couldn’t live with an empty heart. “I’m sorry.”
Yunho feels a harsh tug on his arm and the warmth in his grip disappears. The next few hours are a blur; Yunho remembers seeing alot of red, flashing lights, and more red. He remembers screaming incoherently at his phone for someone to come; but that's all.
Sometimes Yunho hears Jaejoong speaking to him, maybe even singing. Apologetic whispers travel through his opened window lul him to sleep every night. Once in a while Yunho swears that he can feel the warmth of Jaejoong’s body next to his. That’s when Yunho figures out why Jaejoong was so important to him; Yunho loved Jaejoong and Jaejoong loved him back.
When you realize that you have been loved, you will never be alone.
I'll be with you wherever you go
So you will never be alone
I'm going where the wind blows
Going where the lost ones go
- I Will Be With You, Sarah Brightman