Hidden.
Hidden
Yoochun / Jaejoong , Yoochun/Yunho (slightly)
Romance
One-shot (chaptered ?)
This fic was written based on the incident at Gimpo airport on 090406. Well, it's just a minor part of this story anyway :)
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There are always hidden emotions in this world. Emotions that you don't want to embarrass yourself by showing them. There are, at the same time, emotions that you want to let a certain someone know yet you don't know how to.
Jaejoong's hand stops at the door knob, as he can hear Yunho's shouting clearly from inside the apartment.
“Why the hell did you do that? Do you have any freaking idea how much trouble it caused?”
“I wasn't in a good mood,” - Yoochun almost mumbles, his soft tired voice was barely heard by Jaejoong. The hand leaves the door knob, leaning his left shoulder against the cold material separating himself with the other two.
“That's not what I want to hear, Yoochun. Don't you know you even made it to the damn news. We're lucky now that we're in Japan, not Korea.” - Anger takes over him and his mind, enough to blind him from seeing anything else around, even Yoochun.
A pause of five seconds doesn't seem to move either Yoochun's eyes or his body, not even an inch. He leans half-heartedly against the back of the white sofa, hands touching each other on one knee, still in his thick winter coat and the long scarf hanging slightly around his shoulder, touching the floor. Yunho keeps trying to force Yoochun to look at him but Yoochun keeps refusing by placing his eyes outside the dark window behind him.
Yunho breaks the short silence with a long sigh, lowering his voice, messing his own hair in impatience with his right hand - “I'm not your mother, Yoochun. Don't think you can get away with it just by keeping quiet, I won't...
Yunho interupts himself as he notices the sudden gaze from Yoochun's eyes. He is finally looking at Yunho, straightly. But those eyes tell him there was something not right in his previous sentence. There is definitely noise from outside the window, from the busy city at night, yet the room is covered in unspoken pressure, rejecting all foreign sounds and lights.
“Yoochun, ?” - Yunho's hand drops slowly from his messy hair, as messy as his feelings right now.
Jaejoong almost breaks the door as he kicks it open. Not letting Yunho have even a proper look at his expression, Jaejoong grabs Yoochun's thin wrist and drags him to the door furthest from the living room.
“Yoochun's sleeping with me tonight.” - The door of the room slams shut, leaving Yunho speechless at the middle of the empty room.
A night in Tokyo has never been quiet. There are hundreds, thousands of emotions mixed together. Some are visible, some are not. And Yunho keeps trying to find his among those formless objects. He wants to make any of them into words, or even actions. Yet he keeps failing. Yoochun's scarf is lying quietly on the floor, forming a random meaningless shape.
Sitting Yoochun down on the soft cotton of the bed, Jaejoong gently helps him take off the suffocating coat. Yoochun's eyes never leave the floor no matter how long Jaejoong keeps looking at him, closely. “You don't have to tell him,” Jaejoong takes one step away from the bed, leaning against the wall, “he wouldn't understand you anyway. He's always like that, he cares about nothing but the band. I doubt it would make a proper reason even if you told him your mother was sick”
“Hyung,” - Yoochun finally decides to speak, yet is immediately interupted by Jaejoong as he moves closer and kneels down infront of Yoochun, looking up, warm hands pressing against Yoochun's cold cheeks, “There are only the two of us here”
“Jaejoong” - Yoochun's voice and face soften, eyes close to tears - “kiss me”
Not letting Yoochun breath after speaking, Jaejoong pushes his head up until their lips touch. His left hand still warming up Yoochun's cheek, right hand finding its own way in the soft wavy hair, pushing Yoochun's head closer to his. Jaejoong is being too gentle while Yoochun just wants more and more. Forcing himself to break apart from the sweetness of Yoochun's lips, Jaejoong touches under Yoochun's eyes softly, “You are tired. Sleep for now.” He then slowly covers Yoochun by the white duvet under which they had spent countless nights until Yoochun moved to Yunho's room. It was harder than anything else for Jaejoong to accept that decision as the manager basically forced them to change without any reason.
Taking a quick look at the closed door, Jaejoong then turns off the light. He stands still in the dark waiting until there are soft slow foot steps walking away from outside the room. Yoochun is deep in his sleep as if he has never slept before, soundless. Sometimes he would move slightly to get even deeper in the warm cotton covering his body. And Jaejoong would walk towards the bed, brushing Yoochun's long fringe away from his eyes.
Yunho looks at the meaningless shape of the fallen scarf on the floor, trying to let foreign sounds get into his mind, hoping that one of them would switch it off.
There are always hidden emotions in this world. Emotions that you don't want to embarrass yourself by showing them. There are, at the same time, emotions that you want to let a certain someone know yet you don't know how to.
Yunho has both of them.
Yoochun / Jaejoong , Yoochun/Yunho (slightly)
Romance
One-shot (chaptered ?)
This fic was written based on the incident at Gimpo airport on 090406. Well, it's just a minor part of this story anyway :)
***
There are always hidden emotions in this world. Emotions that you don't want to embarrass yourself by showing them. There are, at the same time, emotions that you want to let a certain someone know yet you don't know how to.
Jaejoong's hand stops at the door knob, as he can hear Yunho's shouting clearly from inside the apartment.
“Why the hell did you do that? Do you have any freaking idea how much trouble it caused?”
“I wasn't in a good mood,” - Yoochun almost mumbles, his soft tired voice was barely heard by Jaejoong. The hand leaves the door knob, leaning his left shoulder against the cold material separating himself with the other two.
“That's not what I want to hear, Yoochun. Don't you know you even made it to the damn news. We're lucky now that we're in Japan, not Korea.” - Anger takes over him and his mind, enough to blind him from seeing anything else around, even Yoochun.
A pause of five seconds doesn't seem to move either Yoochun's eyes or his body, not even an inch. He leans half-heartedly against the back of the white sofa, hands touching each other on one knee, still in his thick winter coat and the long scarf hanging slightly around his shoulder, touching the floor. Yunho keeps trying to force Yoochun to look at him but Yoochun keeps refusing by placing his eyes outside the dark window behind him.
Yunho breaks the short silence with a long sigh, lowering his voice, messing his own hair in impatience with his right hand - “I'm not your mother, Yoochun. Don't think you can get away with it just by keeping quiet, I won't...
Yunho interupts himself as he notices the sudden gaze from Yoochun's eyes. He is finally looking at Yunho, straightly. But those eyes tell him there was something not right in his previous sentence. There is definitely noise from outside the window, from the busy city at night, yet the room is covered in unspoken pressure, rejecting all foreign sounds and lights.
“Yoochun, ?” - Yunho's hand drops slowly from his messy hair, as messy as his feelings right now.
Jaejoong almost breaks the door as he kicks it open. Not letting Yunho have even a proper look at his expression, Jaejoong grabs Yoochun's thin wrist and drags him to the door furthest from the living room.
“Yoochun's sleeping with me tonight.” - The door of the room slams shut, leaving Yunho speechless at the middle of the empty room.
A night in Tokyo has never been quiet. There are hundreds, thousands of emotions mixed together. Some are visible, some are not. And Yunho keeps trying to find his among those formless objects. He wants to make any of them into words, or even actions. Yet he keeps failing. Yoochun's scarf is lying quietly on the floor, forming a random meaningless shape.
Sitting Yoochun down on the soft cotton of the bed, Jaejoong gently helps him take off the suffocating coat. Yoochun's eyes never leave the floor no matter how long Jaejoong keeps looking at him, closely. “You don't have to tell him,” Jaejoong takes one step away from the bed, leaning against the wall, “he wouldn't understand you anyway. He's always like that, he cares about nothing but the band. I doubt it would make a proper reason even if you told him your mother was sick”
“Hyung,” - Yoochun finally decides to speak, yet is immediately interupted by Jaejoong as he moves closer and kneels down infront of Yoochun, looking up, warm hands pressing against Yoochun's cold cheeks, “There are only the two of us here”
“Jaejoong” - Yoochun's voice and face soften, eyes close to tears - “kiss me”
Not letting Yoochun breath after speaking, Jaejoong pushes his head up until their lips touch. His left hand still warming up Yoochun's cheek, right hand finding its own way in the soft wavy hair, pushing Yoochun's head closer to his. Jaejoong is being too gentle while Yoochun just wants more and more. Forcing himself to break apart from the sweetness of Yoochun's lips, Jaejoong touches under Yoochun's eyes softly, “You are tired. Sleep for now.” He then slowly covers Yoochun by the white duvet under which they had spent countless nights until Yoochun moved to Yunho's room. It was harder than anything else for Jaejoong to accept that decision as the manager basically forced them to change without any reason.
Taking a quick look at the closed door, Jaejoong then turns off the light. He stands still in the dark waiting until there are soft slow foot steps walking away from outside the room. Yoochun is deep in his sleep as if he has never slept before, soundless. Sometimes he would move slightly to get even deeper in the warm cotton covering his body. And Jaejoong would walk towards the bed, brushing Yoochun's long fringe away from his eyes.
Yunho looks at the meaningless shape of the fallen scarf on the floor, trying to let foreign sounds get into his mind, hoping that one of them would switch it off.
There are always hidden emotions in this world. Emotions that you don't want to embarrass yourself by showing them. There are, at the same time, emotions that you want to let a certain someone know yet you don't know how to.
Yunho has both of them.