Telephone
YunJae | oneshot (800+ words) | Angst, Romance | PG-13 | "Well, don't stop calling. You're the reason I love losing sleep." - Anonymous. a realization fic of Tohoshinki's 'Telephone'.
It was exactly 3AM, Jaejoong was still online and reading his followers’ tweet to him for entertainment purpose, when suddenly his cell phone rang. He groaned and complained about who the damn person calling him in ungodly hour, before he reached his phone and saw the caller phone number.
His phone was still ringing but he settled down on his bed instead, made himself comfortable under his blanket before pressing the green button.
“…yoboseyo…?” Jaejoong answered with slightly exaggerated sleepy voice. The other line went silent, and he had to ask once again, “Hello?”
“Jaejoong-ah,” the person on the other line finally answered. “It’s me, Yunho… Yunho, Jung Yunho.”
‘I know, idiot,’ Jaejoong chuckled silently. He wasn’t being friends with other celebrities for nothing. Apparently he was a group member of Junsu who was friends with Gikwang who was in a group called B2ST which often had Hallyu concerts overseas with TVXQ. With that long line he finally got Yunho’s number. Yes, he was creepy but he didn’t care.
“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry for calling you this late,” Yunho said softly. “I’ve been really busy recently, so…”
“Who you got my number from, Yunho-yah?” Jaejoong asked curiously because, seriously, Jung Yunho called him? It used to be him who called the other first.
“Uh, Himchan−”
“Oooh.” Jaejoong finally got it. He also was friend to Choi Himchan recently just to dig some personal info of the person who was calling him right now. Didn’t Yunho know that he visited Himchan a few times with a hope that he would’ve met him?
“Actually I got your number a few days ago, but… anyway, ermmm… how are you, Jaejoong-ah?”
With that sentence, Jaejoong finally broke down. He could never stay appear strong when he actually wasn’t, just in front of Yunho. And with this separation… he had been strong for over 2 years, not even take off his mask in front of his members. And without Yunho, he could never let out his feelings.
“I miss you, idiot,” Jaejoong said with hoarse voice. “It’s been a long time. It’s been too long… don’t you realize it?”
“I miss you more than you miss me.”
Jaejoong teared up silently. Yunho used to say that back then when they were separated for a few hours due to work and Jaejoong thought that he didn’t really mean it; but this time, he really did. And it hurt Jaejoong so much. How this missing feeling slowly ate him inside and became unhealthy for their relationship.
“Baby, are you crying alone?”
Jaejoong didn’t answer. He kept sobbing at the thought that he had been crying alone, without someone accompanying him and listened to all his rants and sadness. Yunho had been substituted with his pillow; and it wasn’t a good substitute because it didn’t have heartbeat to hear to calm him down.
“I’ve always felt so worried, so unsettled,” Jaejoong whispered. “With us. I’m not sure if we can make it, if we can go through this chaos together. I’m afraid that one of us will break and the other has to move on…”
“It’s alright, baby. It’s alright,” Yunho cooed in the other line. “I will come to you. I will come.”
Jaejoong broke like a boy who just lost his mother. “Do you miss me? Do you ever, Yunho-yah?” he asked childishly. He knew the answer but he couldn’t help but asking. He wanted to hear it once again from the guy he loved.
“I want to see you. I know hearing your voice isn’t enough but I need you tonight. Just for a few minutes is okay. Because I’m gonna miss you again.”
Jaejoong nodded, as if the other guy could see it. Yunho’s voice was soothing that it calmed him down. No one could even do that to him like Yunho did.
“Just think of good things we can do after this mess ends,” said Yunho. “Let’s see… cuddling under the bed for the whole day? Or having a trip? We can go to Finland or Sweden since you love cold places. We can go far way until we’re lost and have no choice but to live in the new environment.”
“Sounds good,” Jaejoong tried to suppress his yawn but failed. But he kept talking, “Do you get enough sleep? From what I remember, they wouldn’t give us a good amount of sleep back then.”
“Things have changed,” Yunho answered, tried to sound as light as it could be. “And yeah, I sleep for real.”
“Wow, good for you,” Jaejoong covered his yawn with his palm.
“And you’re going to sleep now as well,” Yunho pointed out. “And, Jaejoong-ah… can I call you tomorrow?”
“Sure. Great,” Jaejoong tried to sound excited - yes he was excited actually - but sleepiness took its toll.
“And we can meet in a dream too,” Yunho joked cheesily.
“Oh no. We won’t.”
“Don’t worry, we can meet.”
“Okay. Great.” Jaejoong blinked sleepily.
“Good night. I love you.”
“G’nite. …I love you too.”
“What did you say? Can you say it again?”
“…what…? I said… I love… you.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“…”
“Jaejoong? Baby?”
“…”
“Are you asleep yet?”
The phone line didn’t die until morning, and Jaejoong got a good dream in his sleep; with Yunho involved in it, of course.
*****
A/N: lyrics translation credit goes to ContinueTVXQ.com :)
By the way, the epilogue part of HTSSTYLH (wow that's kind of long title) is still under edit process by my beta. Yeah I finally give up doing all by myself and I'm totally conscious with my bad grammar and poor use of words. Boo for me.
What do you think about this story? Thanks for reading and see you in the comment box!
It was exactly 3AM, Jaejoong was still online and reading his followers’ tweet to him for entertainment purpose, when suddenly his cell phone rang. He groaned and complained about who the damn person calling him in ungodly hour, before he reached his phone and saw the caller phone number.
His phone was still ringing but he settled down on his bed instead, made himself comfortable under his blanket before pressing the green button.
“…yoboseyo…?” Jaejoong answered with slightly exaggerated sleepy voice. The other line went silent, and he had to ask once again, “Hello?”
“Jaejoong-ah,” the person on the other line finally answered. “It’s me, Yunho… Yunho, Jung Yunho.”
‘I know, idiot,’ Jaejoong chuckled silently. He wasn’t being friends with other celebrities for nothing. Apparently he was a group member of Junsu who was friends with Gikwang who was in a group called B2ST which often had Hallyu concerts overseas with TVXQ. With that long line he finally got Yunho’s number. Yes, he was creepy but he didn’t care.
“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry for calling you this late,” Yunho said softly. “I’ve been really busy recently, so…”
“Who you got my number from, Yunho-yah?” Jaejoong asked curiously because, seriously, Jung Yunho called him? It used to be him who called the other first.
“Uh, Himchan−”
“Oooh.” Jaejoong finally got it. He also was friend to Choi Himchan recently just to dig some personal info of the person who was calling him right now. Didn’t Yunho know that he visited Himchan a few times with a hope that he would’ve met him?
“Actually I got your number a few days ago, but… anyway, ermmm… how are you, Jaejoong-ah?”
With that sentence, Jaejoong finally broke down. He could never stay appear strong when he actually wasn’t, just in front of Yunho. And with this separation… he had been strong for over 2 years, not even take off his mask in front of his members. And without Yunho, he could never let out his feelings.
“I miss you, idiot,” Jaejoong said with hoarse voice. “It’s been a long time. It’s been too long… don’t you realize it?”
“I miss you more than you miss me.”
Jaejoong teared up silently. Yunho used to say that back then when they were separated for a few hours due to work and Jaejoong thought that he didn’t really mean it; but this time, he really did. And it hurt Jaejoong so much. How this missing feeling slowly ate him inside and became unhealthy for their relationship.
“Baby, are you crying alone?”
Jaejoong didn’t answer. He kept sobbing at the thought that he had been crying alone, without someone accompanying him and listened to all his rants and sadness. Yunho had been substituted with his pillow; and it wasn’t a good substitute because it didn’t have heartbeat to hear to calm him down.
“I’ve always felt so worried, so unsettled,” Jaejoong whispered. “With us. I’m not sure if we can make it, if we can go through this chaos together. I’m afraid that one of us will break and the other has to move on…”
“It’s alright, baby. It’s alright,” Yunho cooed in the other line. “I will come to you. I will come.”
Jaejoong broke like a boy who just lost his mother. “Do you miss me? Do you ever, Yunho-yah?” he asked childishly. He knew the answer but he couldn’t help but asking. He wanted to hear it once again from the guy he loved.
“I want to see you. I know hearing your voice isn’t enough but I need you tonight. Just for a few minutes is okay. Because I’m gonna miss you again.”
Jaejoong nodded, as if the other guy could see it. Yunho’s voice was soothing that it calmed him down. No one could even do that to him like Yunho did.
“Just think of good things we can do after this mess ends,” said Yunho. “Let’s see… cuddling under the bed for the whole day? Or having a trip? We can go to Finland or Sweden since you love cold places. We can go far way until we’re lost and have no choice but to live in the new environment.”
“Sounds good,” Jaejoong tried to suppress his yawn but failed. But he kept talking, “Do you get enough sleep? From what I remember, they wouldn’t give us a good amount of sleep back then.”
“Things have changed,” Yunho answered, tried to sound as light as it could be. “And yeah, I sleep for real.”
“Wow, good for you,” Jaejoong covered his yawn with his palm.
“And you’re going to sleep now as well,” Yunho pointed out. “And, Jaejoong-ah… can I call you tomorrow?”
“Sure. Great,” Jaejoong tried to sound excited - yes he was excited actually - but sleepiness took its toll.
“And we can meet in a dream too,” Yunho joked cheesily.
“Oh no. We won’t.”
“Don’t worry, we can meet.”
“Okay. Great.” Jaejoong blinked sleepily.
“Good night. I love you.”
“G’nite. …I love you too.”
“What did you say? Can you say it again?”
“…what…? I said… I love… you.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“…”
“Jaejoong? Baby?”
“…”
“Are you asleep yet?”
The phone line didn’t die until morning, and Jaejoong got a good dream in his sleep; with Yunho involved in it, of course.
*****
A/N: lyrics translation credit goes to ContinueTVXQ.com :)
By the way, the epilogue part of HTSSTYLH (wow that's kind of long title) is still under edit process by my beta. Yeah I finally give up doing all by myself and I'm totally conscious with my bad grammar and poor use of words. Boo for me.
What do you think about this story? Thanks for reading and see you in the comment box!