[TVXQ] Yoochun's Knack; general/ jyj-centric
Yoochun’s Knack
General . PG . 446w
Jaejoong’s crying again.
Yoochun was known to be the most emotional one, but when it came to Jaejoong, he found strength, like the other man was more fragile then he was.
Yoochun stirs as tentative fingers are gently trying to shake him awake. He can barely hear his name being repeated in whispers. When he opens his eyes it is not to the morning, but to the shadows of the night, the red glow of his alarm clock dancing over his sleep intruder’s face. Rubbing his eyes, to take away the blurriness of sleep he sits up to a very worried looking Junsu.
’He’s crying again.’ Junsu says.
Yoochun’s senses finely come together and he can hear what the other man is talking about: the pillow-muffled sniffling and shakily held back sobs. He takes Junsu’s hands in his own and gives him a comforting smile. Weary glazed eyes, Yoochun reaches for his headphones and puts them on the younger man and lays him down in his bed.
’Sleep.’
Yoochun flinches slightly as his bare feet touch the frozen marble floor in search of slippers. He leaves the room and shuts the door quietly behind him.
Junsu worries for Jaejoong and his recently flimsy mental state, but he worries more about the fact that he can be of no comfort. Through the headphones he can hear Jaejoong’s door being open and then closed, Junsu lets sleep crash over him because he knows that Yoochun is there. Yoochun always seemed to have a knack for being able to keep Jaejoong’s mental state temporarily intact.
On the way to Jaejoong’s room Yoochun grabs a small towel from the washroom and wets it down with cold water. He opens the door to a bundle of blankets and the unmistakable sound of crying. He reaches for the top of the blanket and carefully pulls it down; Jaejoong is on his stomach with his face buried into a pillow. Yoochun calmly pats the other man’s head, ’Jae.’
Jaejoong flips over, eyes rimmed red, and begins to sit up but Yoochun holds him down and puts the folded cold towel over his eyes.
Yoochun begins to talk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He talks until his voice becomes sore, he talks until he can’t find enough strength to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill over, he talks until he can see the light of morning seeping in from between Jaejoong’s curtains. With tired eyes, he looks over at the sleeping Jaejoong with the wet towel next to his head, having slid off sometime during the night. 'Good night,’, he smiles, and then slips under the blankets and finds sleep himself.
General . PG . 446w
Jaejoong’s crying again.
Yoochun was known to be the most emotional one, but when it came to Jaejoong, he found strength, like the other man was more fragile then he was.
Yoochun stirs as tentative fingers are gently trying to shake him awake. He can barely hear his name being repeated in whispers. When he opens his eyes it is not to the morning, but to the shadows of the night, the red glow of his alarm clock dancing over his sleep intruder’s face. Rubbing his eyes, to take away the blurriness of sleep he sits up to a very worried looking Junsu.
’He’s crying again.’ Junsu says.
Yoochun’s senses finely come together and he can hear what the other man is talking about: the pillow-muffled sniffling and shakily held back sobs. He takes Junsu’s hands in his own and gives him a comforting smile. Weary glazed eyes, Yoochun reaches for his headphones and puts them on the younger man and lays him down in his bed.
’Sleep.’
Yoochun flinches slightly as his bare feet touch the frozen marble floor in search of slippers. He leaves the room and shuts the door quietly behind him.
Junsu worries for Jaejoong and his recently flimsy mental state, but he worries more about the fact that he can be of no comfort. Through the headphones he can hear Jaejoong’s door being open and then closed, Junsu lets sleep crash over him because he knows that Yoochun is there. Yoochun always seemed to have a knack for being able to keep Jaejoong’s mental state temporarily intact.
On the way to Jaejoong’s room Yoochun grabs a small towel from the washroom and wets it down with cold water. He opens the door to a bundle of blankets and the unmistakable sound of crying. He reaches for the top of the blanket and carefully pulls it down; Jaejoong is on his stomach with his face buried into a pillow. Yoochun calmly pats the other man’s head, ’Jae.’
Jaejoong flips over, eyes rimmed red, and begins to sit up but Yoochun holds him down and puts the folded cold towel over his eyes.
Yoochun begins to talk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He talks until his voice becomes sore, he talks until he can’t find enough strength to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill over, he talks until he can see the light of morning seeping in from between Jaejoong’s curtains. With tired eyes, he looks over at the sleeping Jaejoong with the wet towel next to his head, having slid off sometime during the night. 'Good night,’, he smiles, and then slips under the blankets and finds sleep himself.