[TVXQ] simplicity of vices; jaejoong & yoochun
simplicity of vices
jaejoong&yoochun. PG . 710w
yoochun's pathetically mundane life gets a spark of excitement when a blonde man becomes his roomie.
Coffee and cigarettes are the only escape, Yoochun thinks to himself as he takes a sip of his coffee (no cream and one sugar).
Friday nights were the same in his small town (pathetically mundane). Yoochun takes to sitting on his roof with his headphones in counting the seconds to nightfall, and then switches to counting stars.
Saturday gets more exciting when a newcomer comes to town. Jaejoong, he had told Yoochun, I’m your new roommate.
Yoochun finds Jaejoong peculiar: blonde hair and a belly piecing (he only accidentally caught a glimpse, it wasn’t his fault Jaejoong had no concept of boundaries). The only thing that caught Yoochun’s eyes was the pile of cds, stacked up like skyscrapers (there was probably at least 5 stacks).
Are you just going to stand there or did you want to help?
Yoochun taken aback by the bluntness offered (hesitantly and a bit begrudgingly due to the lack of manners), What do you need?
I was just kidding, but if you don’t mind, grab the CDs?
Yoochun figures Jaejoong was doing this on purpose, (he probably saw Yoochun's eyes glaze over with ardor for music) Yoochun didn’t exactly hide his interests in the CDs.
Yoochun starts to hand Jaejoong a stack of the albums. Jaejoong just points to the shelf, Alphabetical by artist, then by Album, my mixes go at the end. Thanks.
Not wanting to start on the wrong foot with someone who would be living with him for the rest of his lease, Yoochun obliges. As he organizes the albums on the shelf, per order of Jaejoong, he recognizes some of the artists and then comes across a few artists he has never heard of. When they finish moving Jaejoong in it gets awkward (pleasantly awkward, Yoochun adds in his own head)
I’m just gonna go, Yoochun waves not wanting to stand in the silence any longer.
Jaejoong smiles for the first time, thanks for helping.
Yoochun closes the door behind him and then music starts playing inside muffled by the walls separating the two.
They don’t really see each other for the rest of the week, Yoochun works in the day and Jaejoong works night shifts. They have no time for conversation, because when they see each other someone is either rushing to leave or dead tired from work.
The first time they really get to talk, Yoochun finds Jaejoong smoking on the porch connected from the living room. Yoochun goes outside to join him.
If you don’t like the smoking I can go somewhere else, Jaejoong blows the last puff of smoke out making sure it doesn’t hit Yoochun.
It’s ok, Yoochun takes out a cigarette, mutual interests.
Jaejoong lights it for him and smiles. It’s cold outside but Jaejoong is only wearing a t-shirt that molds to his body perfectly and a pair of jeans. They wait in silence, until it is broken when Jaejoong starts to hum (a tune unfamiliar to Yoochun now, but soon it would be his favorite song).
Sing with me, Jaejoong stops humming (he wants to add it’s cold outside and I'm kind of lonely), I know you can, he adds (instead of the latter) when he sees Yoochun hesitate, you left your music out on the table last night.
Yoochun does, and their voices melt together.
They end up kissing like teenagers stumbling into the living room, it’s a bit too fast for Yoochun’s taste, but Jaejoong (once you get past the bitterness of the tobacco) tastes addictive, invigorating.
They find the couch and sit under the glow of the moon, breathing. Jaejoong sits close to Yoochun, it was my smile wasn’t it? Jaejoong breathes into Yoochun’s neck. They both laugh, and fall asleep knowing that this wasn’t going to be the last time.
Yoochun wakes up with empty arms the next morning. But the emptiness is short-lived when Jaejoong finds his place in them again with a cup of coffee, no cream and one sugar, just the way you like it.
How’d you know?
I’m a person of observation. Jaejoong grins.
Coffee and cigarettes are the best when shared with Jaejoong, Yoochun thinks as he pulls away from the man with the blonde hair with the taste of Jaejoong lingering on his lips.
a/n: prompted by nevershoutnever's 'coffee and cigarettes'
jaejoong&yoochun. PG . 710w
yoochun's pathetically mundane life gets a spark of excitement when a blonde man becomes his roomie.
Coffee and cigarettes are the only escape, Yoochun thinks to himself as he takes a sip of his coffee (no cream and one sugar).
Friday nights were the same in his small town (pathetically mundane). Yoochun takes to sitting on his roof with his headphones in counting the seconds to nightfall, and then switches to counting stars.
Saturday gets more exciting when a newcomer comes to town. Jaejoong, he had told Yoochun, I’m your new roommate.
Yoochun finds Jaejoong peculiar: blonde hair and a belly piecing (he only accidentally caught a glimpse, it wasn’t his fault Jaejoong had no concept of boundaries). The only thing that caught Yoochun’s eyes was the pile of cds, stacked up like skyscrapers (there was probably at least 5 stacks).
Are you just going to stand there or did you want to help?
Yoochun taken aback by the bluntness offered (hesitantly and a bit begrudgingly due to the lack of manners), What do you need?
I was just kidding, but if you don’t mind, grab the CDs?
Yoochun figures Jaejoong was doing this on purpose, (he probably saw Yoochun's eyes glaze over with ardor for music) Yoochun didn’t exactly hide his interests in the CDs.
Yoochun starts to hand Jaejoong a stack of the albums. Jaejoong just points to the shelf, Alphabetical by artist, then by Album, my mixes go at the end. Thanks.
Not wanting to start on the wrong foot with someone who would be living with him for the rest of his lease, Yoochun obliges. As he organizes the albums on the shelf, per order of Jaejoong, he recognizes some of the artists and then comes across a few artists he has never heard of. When they finish moving Jaejoong in it gets awkward (pleasantly awkward, Yoochun adds in his own head)
I’m just gonna go, Yoochun waves not wanting to stand in the silence any longer.
Jaejoong smiles for the first time, thanks for helping.
Yoochun closes the door behind him and then music starts playing inside muffled by the walls separating the two.
They don’t really see each other for the rest of the week, Yoochun works in the day and Jaejoong works night shifts. They have no time for conversation, because when they see each other someone is either rushing to leave or dead tired from work.
The first time they really get to talk, Yoochun finds Jaejoong smoking on the porch connected from the living room. Yoochun goes outside to join him.
If you don’t like the smoking I can go somewhere else, Jaejoong blows the last puff of smoke out making sure it doesn’t hit Yoochun.
It’s ok, Yoochun takes out a cigarette, mutual interests.
Jaejoong lights it for him and smiles. It’s cold outside but Jaejoong is only wearing a t-shirt that molds to his body perfectly and a pair of jeans. They wait in silence, until it is broken when Jaejoong starts to hum (a tune unfamiliar to Yoochun now, but soon it would be his favorite song).
Sing with me, Jaejoong stops humming (he wants to add it’s cold outside and I'm kind of lonely), I know you can, he adds (instead of the latter) when he sees Yoochun hesitate, you left your music out on the table last night.
Yoochun does, and their voices melt together.
They end up kissing like teenagers stumbling into the living room, it’s a bit too fast for Yoochun’s taste, but Jaejoong (once you get past the bitterness of the tobacco) tastes addictive, invigorating.
They find the couch and sit under the glow of the moon, breathing. Jaejoong sits close to Yoochun, it was my smile wasn’t it? Jaejoong breathes into Yoochun’s neck. They both laugh, and fall asleep knowing that this wasn’t going to be the last time.
Yoochun wakes up with empty arms the next morning. But the emptiness is short-lived when Jaejoong finds his place in them again with a cup of coffee, no cream and one sugar, just the way you like it.
How’d you know?
I’m a person of observation. Jaejoong grins.
Coffee and cigarettes are the best when shared with Jaejoong, Yoochun thinks as he pulls away from the man with the blonde hair with the taste of Jaejoong lingering on his lips.
a/n: prompted by nevershoutnever's 'coffee and cigarettes'