In the still of the night
In the still of the night
Jaejoong / Yoochun
Romance
One-shot
My first fanfic ever, so pardon the bad-ness.
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People say Jaejoong is pretty.
There's something about Yoochun's face that makes Jaejoong feel like he can live the rest of his life just looking at it. He always forces himself to stay awake during the night just to look at Yoochun's sleeping face under the dim moonlight through the open window.
Those closed eyes make a way for the long eyelashes to be brushed gently by the soft end of this his own fringe. Those lips which are usually busy smiling during the day open slightly to every breath.
People say Jaejoong has a heavenly voice.
Every single word from Yoochun's mouth makes Jaejoong shiver. He never likes smoking, but he can replace all music in his ipods with the husky voice of that sexy smoker. Even the millionth time Yoochun called his name made his heart skip one beat just like the very first time years ago. The low voice that says "Good night" to him every night in the dark shared room is the only thing Jaejoong hears while closing his eyes when he's all alone.
People say Jaejoong makes beautiful music.
He gets drunk in every note on Yoochun's piano score. He feels mesmerized with every move Yoochun makes on the white piano's keyboard. Trying to distract himself from the thin wrist and long fingers covered by white soft skin, the long side hair brushing against the corner of those lips, the half-closed eyes looking down at some invisible object, Jaejoong unconsciously gets dragged out of his world by the music floating in the air. The room is small, closed. Jaejoong is suffocating. He just can't leave.
People say Jaejoong is calm.
People also say Yoochun and Junsu are best friends. Jaejoong has been trying really hard not to look at them while they are either talking to simply sitting next to each other infront of the television. That day when Junsu hugged Yoochun tightly because Yoochun got him the most recent game, Jaejoong didn't eat supper. And he didn't even reply to Yoochun's "goodnight".
Jaejoong doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, doesn't dance in clubs, but he still follows Yoochun almost every Saturday, just to end up leaving early because he can't stand seeing Yoochun with some random girl dancing.
Jaejoong never leaves the apartment when Yoochun's sick in bed. He runs around like mad looking for medicine and burns his own fingers in the kitchen trying to make porridge. Everyone finds it strange.
That was a night like every other night.
At 3 am, Jaejoong quietly closes the window as he could see that Yoochun's had enough of his favourite cold feelings. He doesn't close the curtain though, because otherwise he wouldn't be able to see Yoochun's face through the moonlight anymore.
While Jaejoong's sleeping in his own way with eyes open at Yoochun, a voice suddenly breaks the silence: "Until when are you going to look at me secretly like this?"
Those long eyelashes brush the fringe away as they move up. There's nothing but reflection of the moonlight in Yoochun's eyes.
The husky voice of that sexy smoker once again breaks the silence of Jaejoong's confusion.
"Come here"
There was a pause, about one second, until Jaejoong decides to leave his warm bed for an even warmer place. And in the still of the night, he finds those lips which are usually busy smiling during the day touching his, just slightly enough for him to feel another person breathing next to him.
People say Jaejoong doesn't have any interest in women.
They're right.
Jaejoong / Yoochun
Romance
One-shot
My first fanfic ever, so pardon the bad-ness.
***
People say Jaejoong is pretty.
There's something about Yoochun's face that makes Jaejoong feel like he can live the rest of his life just looking at it. He always forces himself to stay awake during the night just to look at Yoochun's sleeping face under the dim moonlight through the open window.
Those closed eyes make a way for the long eyelashes to be brushed gently by the soft end of this his own fringe. Those lips which are usually busy smiling during the day open slightly to every breath.
People say Jaejoong has a heavenly voice.
Every single word from Yoochun's mouth makes Jaejoong shiver. He never likes smoking, but he can replace all music in his ipods with the husky voice of that sexy smoker. Even the millionth time Yoochun called his name made his heart skip one beat just like the very first time years ago. The low voice that says "Good night" to him every night in the dark shared room is the only thing Jaejoong hears while closing his eyes when he's all alone.
People say Jaejoong makes beautiful music.
He gets drunk in every note on Yoochun's piano score. He feels mesmerized with every move Yoochun makes on the white piano's keyboard. Trying to distract himself from the thin wrist and long fingers covered by white soft skin, the long side hair brushing against the corner of those lips, the half-closed eyes looking down at some invisible object, Jaejoong unconsciously gets dragged out of his world by the music floating in the air. The room is small, closed. Jaejoong is suffocating. He just can't leave.
People say Jaejoong is calm.
People also say Yoochun and Junsu are best friends. Jaejoong has been trying really hard not to look at them while they are either talking to simply sitting next to each other infront of the television. That day when Junsu hugged Yoochun tightly because Yoochun got him the most recent game, Jaejoong didn't eat supper. And he didn't even reply to Yoochun's "goodnight".
Jaejoong doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, doesn't dance in clubs, but he still follows Yoochun almost every Saturday, just to end up leaving early because he can't stand seeing Yoochun with some random girl dancing.
Jaejoong never leaves the apartment when Yoochun's sick in bed. He runs around like mad looking for medicine and burns his own fingers in the kitchen trying to make porridge. Everyone finds it strange.
That was a night like every other night.
At 3 am, Jaejoong quietly closes the window as he could see that Yoochun's had enough of his favourite cold feelings. He doesn't close the curtain though, because otherwise he wouldn't be able to see Yoochun's face through the moonlight anymore.
While Jaejoong's sleeping in his own way with eyes open at Yoochun, a voice suddenly breaks the silence: "Until when are you going to look at me secretly like this?"
Those long eyelashes brush the fringe away as they move up. There's nothing but reflection of the moonlight in Yoochun's eyes.
The husky voice of that sexy smoker once again breaks the silence of Jaejoong's confusion.
"Come here"
There was a pause, about one second, until Jaejoong decides to leave his warm bed for an even warmer place. And in the still of the night, he finds those lips which are usually busy smiling during the day touching his, just slightly enough for him to feel another person breathing next to him.
People say Jaejoong doesn't have any interest in women.
They're right.