Just Two Of Us [3/8]
part 1
part 2
*My native language is NOT English, please forgive my mistakes*
Angel of the Night
Although the fever had decreased, Yunho was very worried and went to the drugstore to buy something so that Jaejoong could improve, he was outside with his hands in his pockets waiting for his return.
Yunho put on his hands a package of medicine in and said "Take care, I'm not kidding. If you get really sick, I will not forgive you... not myself either. "
Jaejoong looked inside the package. "I need to be okay until the firework festival."
"What?"
"Look!" Jaejoong pointed to a wall where there was a poster advertising a festival of fireworks.
Yunho thought "was that he spoke about it when I was sleeping?"
"I was waiting for it," Jaejoong said as if reading his mind "in some weeks there will be a festival of fireworks, I love it! That will be awesome huh? "
Yunho smiled "is going to be very beautiful."
Jaejoong licked his lips and said a little embarrassed, "of course yes, what is wrong with you? Well .. will you come? "
Yunho looked at those beautiful black eyes, without replying.
Jaejoong coughed and went on saying "you know, I thought I'd see the spectacle from the top of that tree, you know?" And coughed again.
"I'll take you home, you're sick, why talk about it now?" Pulled him by the hand.
"Are you coming? Watch the fireworks? "Jaejoong said resisting the pull.
Yunho laughed, "Yes, I know a girl who will love it!"
Jaejoong shook his head and let himself be dragged.
Suddenly, Yunho stopped pacing, looking forward to looking surprised and frightened, turned to him and grabbed his shoulders, saying in a hurry "My father! He is coming here! Run, go to home, I'll call to see how you're, ok?" pulling the phone from his pocket, he handed it to Jaejoong and pushed him," Go! Hurry up! "
Jaejoongpicked up the phone and ran.
Hid behind a tree, not far from where he could see his face Yunho's father, he was mad! Yunho had problems and he could not help. He began to cough violently and before Yunho saw it and stay worried, he decided to depart.
After walking a few blocks away, the night began to darken would offer the sounds of rush hour. Lights, ads, sounds, cars, the world began to spin around him, and he felt the warm sweat dripping from his face in great drops of sweat . He kept coughing nonstop.
He felt weak, and dragged his feet to walk. People looked at him with a worried look scared or maybe he looked like a drunk.
He looked at his hand, all he needed was to ask for help, call any one. But he could not see the numbers. He heard someone calling his name, and he raised his head to find out who called. He saw a figure running toward him, but could not identify who it was, was too confused, he was coughing a lot.
The phone fell from his hand without strength, and then he was falling down, losing consciousness. Before he reached the ground, he could feel big hands sheltering him. He heard a voice say "I got you!" And the world darkened.
That night, Yunho could not sleep. He was a little irritated by the harsh words he had heard from his father. Had been so greatly embarrassed for having taken a sermon in public, but was grateful that Jaejoong.not to have witnessed it all.
He sat near the window, and now the sky was cloudless. The Jaejoong's sweet voice echoed in his ears "I want to see the fireworks, I want to see the stars." He smiled, thinking how would the stars reflected in those black eyes. "Oh, Jaejoong..." he murmured.
"Oppa, who is Jaejoong?" asked the girl next door to his room.
"It's a friend of oppa, Jihye." - Said.
Jihye approached the window, looking up, said "Oppa, you're worried about something?"
"Yes, he is sick and has anwer my calls to tell if he's okay."
"Hmm .. you worry too much with your friends, oppa! I like that. "She smiled.
"Eh? Says your older brother is the best brother in the world! "
She laughed, "This is unfair, you're my only brother!"
Yunho smiled again, but there was concern in his eyes and he looked back at the stars.
"Oppa, why you will not see him?"
"Ah ... that." Yunho sighed," I can't! Dad is mad with me, and he will watch me in the coming days. "
"Damn."
"Hey, you want to see the fireworks with me?"
Several days passed. Jaejoong did not answer the phone.
His week had been extremely busy with work and his other responsibilities as the eldest son of the family. Even if he had not time or opportunity to see Jaejoong, still very worried and do not understand why he has not contacted.
One night, after much work, he sat down to eat a hot dog on the bench in front of the empty parking lot, just like that night he had sat with Jaejoong.
Ate his hot dog slowly, looking around in the hope that he magically emerge ahead.
He threw the empty soda can in the trash, wiping dirty hands of ketchup on a napkin.
Across the street, he saw a boy with black hair slightly longer. The boy was on his back, could be anyone. After all, what Jaejoong was doing there at that time of night? He was supposed to be resting at home. Yunho sighed, muttering "It's not him. Can not be him." But ...
He ran across the street and pulled the boy's shoulder, but it wasnot Jaejoong. The boy looked confused and surprised, and not to leave him more scared or pick a fight, Yunho asked a cigarette.
It was late at night, and Yunho could not sleep. He was standing with hands in his pockets, watching the stars.
"Oppa" whispered Jihye.
"Oh, you're still awake!"
"I was asleep, but you're walking through the house on time, and it was bothering me."
"Sorry," Yunho said.
"Oppa" she smiled "It's okay, you can go now. Nobody will know. "
Yunho climbed the stairs quietly. He looked around making sure no one saw him there that time. "Creepy, I know," he whispered.
He walked around the house, walking in the dark with care. The fence was low, and he had no problem going through this. There was no security, but who would steal a house so poor? It was from window to window until find the Jaejoong's room. The night was clear and the moonlight lit up the room.
Yunho contained an expletive when he realized that the window was not locked. Apparently Jaejoong was not afraid of robbers. Not surprised.
He could see his hyung sleeping quietly. The skin so clear the color of light shining full moon coming through the window. Diaphanous like an angel. The blanket not completely covered.Yunho knew he should leave. It was scary and weird watching a guy sleep at night.
He left the window, talking to himself, softly, "Okay, Jung Yunho, you lost your mind. What the hell are you doing?"
He pushed the window softly, his heart pounding terror he thought he would die if anyone saw what he was doing.
Came into the room. Walking slowly.
Covered Jaejong's body properly, touched his foot to check its temperature. Ice. "Damn!" He muttered, shortly after capping his own mouth. With wide eyes stared at Jaejoong, but he still slept quietly.
Relieved, Yunho continued his inspection.
He put his hand on the forehead of Jaejoong. He did not have fever. Good. That was good.
Came close enough to feel her soft breath. He was breathing well, that meant he was getting better, everything was fine.
Yunho looked up. Jaejoong's skin, his mouth. So close.
"Yunho." Jaejoong muttered and his heart soared violently. He was busted!? What would he say "Sorry to invade your room at night and be touching you, I know this is weird, but it's not what you're thinking"?But it was only a whisper. Jaejoong was still asleep. Yunho put his hand on his chest, trying to calm down.
Yunho leaned back on a pole in the street of Jaejoong's house, looking up and smoking a cigarette.
"Jung Yunho" murmured "you crossed the line."
He looked at the house, down the street. He came. He took the paranoia of his head. Jaejoong was fine, so he was okay.
Began to return home.
But if Jaejoong was right, why did not he pick up the phone? Did not care about his concern? Did not want to talk to him? What was wrong?
He sighed. "Why am I thinking so much in it!?" It just might be crazy, it had to end.
After walking a bit, he stopped and looked back, looking at the house, "Jaejoong said my name while sleeping?"
part 2
*My native language is NOT English, please forgive my mistakes*
Angel of the Night
Although the fever had decreased, Yunho was very worried and went to the drugstore to buy something so that Jaejoong could improve, he was outside with his hands in his pockets waiting for his return.
Yunho put on his hands a package of medicine in and said "Take care, I'm not kidding. If you get really sick, I will not forgive you... not myself either. "
Jaejoong looked inside the package. "I need to be okay until the firework festival."
"What?"
"Look!" Jaejoong pointed to a wall where there was a poster advertising a festival of fireworks.
Yunho thought "was that he spoke about it when I was sleeping?"
"I was waiting for it," Jaejoong said as if reading his mind "in some weeks there will be a festival of fireworks, I love it! That will be awesome huh? "
Yunho smiled "is going to be very beautiful."
Jaejoong licked his lips and said a little embarrassed, "of course yes, what is wrong with you? Well .. will you come? "
Yunho looked at those beautiful black eyes, without replying.
Jaejoong coughed and went on saying "you know, I thought I'd see the spectacle from the top of that tree, you know?" And coughed again.
"I'll take you home, you're sick, why talk about it now?" Pulled him by the hand.
"Are you coming? Watch the fireworks? "Jaejoong said resisting the pull.
Yunho laughed, "Yes, I know a girl who will love it!"
Jaejoong shook his head and let himself be dragged.
Suddenly, Yunho stopped pacing, looking forward to looking surprised and frightened, turned to him and grabbed his shoulders, saying in a hurry "My father! He is coming here! Run, go to home, I'll call to see how you're, ok?" pulling the phone from his pocket, he handed it to Jaejoong and pushed him," Go! Hurry up! "
Jaejoongpicked up the phone and ran.
Hid behind a tree, not far from where he could see his face Yunho's father, he was mad! Yunho had problems and he could not help. He began to cough violently and before Yunho saw it and stay worried, he decided to depart.
After walking a few blocks away, the night began to darken would offer the sounds of rush hour. Lights, ads, sounds, cars, the world began to spin around him, and he felt the warm sweat dripping from his face in great drops of sweat . He kept coughing nonstop.
He felt weak, and dragged his feet to walk. People looked at him with a worried look scared or maybe he looked like a drunk.
He looked at his hand, all he needed was to ask for help, call any one. But he could not see the numbers. He heard someone calling his name, and he raised his head to find out who called. He saw a figure running toward him, but could not identify who it was, was too confused, he was coughing a lot.
The phone fell from his hand without strength, and then he was falling down, losing consciousness. Before he reached the ground, he could feel big hands sheltering him. He heard a voice say "I got you!" And the world darkened.
That night, Yunho could not sleep. He was a little irritated by the harsh words he had heard from his father. Had been so greatly embarrassed for having taken a sermon in public, but was grateful that Jaejoong.not to have witnessed it all.
He sat near the window, and now the sky was cloudless. The Jaejoong's sweet voice echoed in his ears "I want to see the fireworks, I want to see the stars." He smiled, thinking how would the stars reflected in those black eyes. "Oh, Jaejoong..." he murmured.
"Oppa, who is Jaejoong?" asked the girl next door to his room.
"It's a friend of oppa, Jihye." - Said.
Jihye approached the window, looking up, said "Oppa, you're worried about something?"
"Yes, he is sick and has anwer my calls to tell if he's okay."
"Hmm .. you worry too much with your friends, oppa! I like that. "She smiled.
"Eh? Says your older brother is the best brother in the world! "
She laughed, "This is unfair, you're my only brother!"
Yunho smiled again, but there was concern in his eyes and he looked back at the stars.
"Oppa, why you will not see him?"
"Ah ... that." Yunho sighed," I can't! Dad is mad with me, and he will watch me in the coming days. "
"Damn."
"Hey, you want to see the fireworks with me?"
Several days passed. Jaejoong did not answer the phone.
His week had been extremely busy with work and his other responsibilities as the eldest son of the family. Even if he had not time or opportunity to see Jaejoong, still very worried and do not understand why he has not contacted.
One night, after much work, he sat down to eat a hot dog on the bench in front of the empty parking lot, just like that night he had sat with Jaejoong.
Ate his hot dog slowly, looking around in the hope that he magically emerge ahead.
He threw the empty soda can in the trash, wiping dirty hands of ketchup on a napkin.
Across the street, he saw a boy with black hair slightly longer. The boy was on his back, could be anyone. After all, what Jaejoong was doing there at that time of night? He was supposed to be resting at home. Yunho sighed, muttering "It's not him. Can not be him." But ...
He ran across the street and pulled the boy's shoulder, but it wasnot Jaejoong. The boy looked confused and surprised, and not to leave him more scared or pick a fight, Yunho asked a cigarette.
It was late at night, and Yunho could not sleep. He was standing with hands in his pockets, watching the stars.
"Oppa" whispered Jihye.
"Oh, you're still awake!"
"I was asleep, but you're walking through the house on time, and it was bothering me."
"Sorry," Yunho said.
"Oppa" she smiled "It's okay, you can go now. Nobody will know. "
Yunho climbed the stairs quietly. He looked around making sure no one saw him there that time. "Creepy, I know," he whispered.
He walked around the house, walking in the dark with care. The fence was low, and he had no problem going through this. There was no security, but who would steal a house so poor? It was from window to window until find the Jaejoong's room. The night was clear and the moonlight lit up the room.
Yunho contained an expletive when he realized that the window was not locked. Apparently Jaejoong was not afraid of robbers. Not surprised.
He could see his hyung sleeping quietly. The skin so clear the color of light shining full moon coming through the window. Diaphanous like an angel. The blanket not completely covered.Yunho knew he should leave. It was scary and weird watching a guy sleep at night.
He left the window, talking to himself, softly, "Okay, Jung Yunho, you lost your mind. What the hell are you doing?"
He pushed the window softly, his heart pounding terror he thought he would die if anyone saw what he was doing.
Came into the room. Walking slowly.
Covered Jaejong's body properly, touched his foot to check its temperature. Ice. "Damn!" He muttered, shortly after capping his own mouth. With wide eyes stared at Jaejoong, but he still slept quietly.
Relieved, Yunho continued his inspection.
He put his hand on the forehead of Jaejoong. He did not have fever. Good. That was good.
Came close enough to feel her soft breath. He was breathing well, that meant he was getting better, everything was fine.
Yunho looked up. Jaejoong's skin, his mouth. So close.
"Yunho." Jaejoong muttered and his heart soared violently. He was busted!? What would he say "Sorry to invade your room at night and be touching you, I know this is weird, but it's not what you're thinking"?But it was only a whisper. Jaejoong was still asleep. Yunho put his hand on his chest, trying to calm down.
Yunho leaned back on a pole in the street of Jaejoong's house, looking up and smoking a cigarette.
"Jung Yunho" murmured "you crossed the line."
He looked at the house, down the street. He came. He took the paranoia of his head. Jaejoong was fine, so he was okay.
Began to return home.
But if Jaejoong was right, why did not he pick up the phone? Did not care about his concern? Did not want to talk to him? What was wrong?
He sighed. "Why am I thinking so much in it!?" It just might be crazy, it had to end.
After walking a bit, he stopped and looked back, looking at the house, "Jaejoong said my name while sleeping?"