On Rainy Evenings
Title: On Rainy Evenings
Author: megera23
Length:one-shot (1186 words)
Pairing: JaeJoong X ChangShik (not really)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Summary: It's on nights like this that they meet. Two lovers hiding in the darkness, searching for privacy in the calmness of a thunderstorm.
She loves evenings just like this one.
It’s after dusk and it is cold outside, heavy clouds gather over the heads of the tiny people hurrying to find shelter. A lightning splits the air for a moment and is soon followed by a peal of thunder, which shakes the smooth glass of the windows. The rain starts pouring down hard and mercilessly, battering and bruising the dry ground.
She loves evenings like this, but she is happy she has a shelter over her head. She leaves down the heavy book full with stories of faraway kingdoms and mythical creatures that have never existed and stares out of the window. The room is not illuminated and there’s not enough light coming from the outside for her to continue with her reading. But she doesn’t make the effort to turn the lights on. Because it’s on nights like this that they come.
She keeps staring trough the window, the room kept dark in order not to scare her visitors.
“JiHye-yah, what are you doing there in the dark? Come to the living room already, there’s an awesome variety show on KBS. The DBSK oppas are in it! Come fast, it’s starting!” And with this her sister is out, hurrying towards the TV.
She smiles. She doesn’t need to watch variety shows, because she has something much more interesting to do. She stays in the quiet room for a while and she’s just starting to lose hope when he appears.
He is a bright red spot in the grey of the streets, his figure still far away and vague in the distance. But she has no doubt that it’s him. His confident stance, fast and carefree steps and the red umbrella in his hand are a sign enough for her. She knows him as if he were her lover.
And soon one of the men she has waited for steps under the roof of her home, hiding from the heavy droplets and letting the red umbrella in his hand fall. He stands just in front of her window, unsuspecting of the pair of eyes observing him carefully.
He’s shivering, she can see and she has the urge to go out there and offer him a mug of hot chocolate, but she knows it’s something she can neither do, nor does she want to disturb him. He stays there silent, eyes fixed on a particular direction and the hands of the clock are slowly ticking, ticking, tick, tick, tick…
Patience has never been his forte and she observes him pacing around, delicate eyebrows knitted, a frown tugging at his lips. But then the other appears trough the rain and the dark look is gone from the man’s face, as if it weren’t there in the first place.
He has come with the subway, she imagines. And no one has noticed, because when he doesn’t want to be seen he just blends in with the crowd. He has been caught in the rain, water trickling down the black strands of his hair against his pale face and wet clothes sticking to his body. He doesn’t seem to mind, his lips curled in a stupid smile.
She sees them speak. You are late. Changshik is saying.
Sorry, we got held at the scene of the photo shoot. The other man replies. He leans in and pecks Changshik on the lips.
They are hidden from world, the heavy rain and the surrounding darkness providing enough protection from curious eyes. But there’s one witness they have no idea of.
The girl just observes their every move from the other side of the glass. She knows who they are. Or at least knows one of the men. Although she’s not a fan, she has heard his name one too many times falling from her sister’s lips and has watched him in countless music videos and shows he has taken part in. Kim JaeJoong. But this is better than any show, any drama she has seen him in…because this is real, there’s no script, no acting.
The other she knows nothing about. At first she couldn’t tell them apart, their features unbelievably identical. So she took to calling ‘the second JaeJoong’ Changshik, after his doppelganger in one of their dramas, which her sister forced her into watching.
It’s sick, she thought the first time she caught a glimpse of them. JaeJoong doesn’t have a brother. She knew this, but still…
It’s beautiful, she thinks, they are two parts of a whole. Both their souls and their bodies. And they don’t look the same to her anymore either. It took her time to notice the small differences, but they are still there. Changshik is taller by an inch or two, his shoulders are not that broad. His nose is slightly longer and his eyes sharper, even without the eyeliner they make JaeJoong wear. Changshik’s smile is also brighter, he doesn’t hide it from the world. JaeJoong’s skin is paler, smoother. He is more muscular. She can go on, but it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, because they are who they are, and nothing and no one can change this. Neither can they change the fact that the two are madly in love with each other.
She has seen them whisper, hold hands, cuddle and make out. She has seen the pure adoration in their eyes.
Pabo, why are you wet? Changshik smacks JaeJoong on the forehead and gets only a shrug in return. Do you want to go bald that badly?
JaeJoong laughs. Shouldn’t you be worried whether I wouldn’t get sick?
Why should I worry about this? If you are sick you’ll still be just as good-looking, but if you go bald I’m dumping you, you know?
You won’t. A smirk makes its way on the singer’s face.
And how can you be so sure? The other seems just as amused by their conversation.
Because you are a fucking narcissist. And you know you wouldn’t be able to find another one that looks like you…like me. JaeJoong inches closer, their lips only centimeters away. And even if you do find one, there’s no guarantee you’d be getting the same steaming-hot sex you are getting at the moment.
The smug expression cracks and she can see fire in those eyes. And soon enough they are kissing like there’s no tomorrow. Hands clutch at clothes, tongues fight a lethal battle, chests press against one another. There’s no room for self-consciousness, only for raw instincts.
They break apart panting.
Now my clothes are wet too. Changshik states matter-of-factly.
JaeJoong laughs and his voice tinkles with crystal clearness to it, and even she can hear it.
They turn around and leave, step by step disappearing into the night, never letting go of each other’s hands. She has no idea where they are heading for. Maybe their destination is a love hotel, a noraebang, a movie theater or simply some random café, where they can get the privacy they need.
She turns her wheelchair and goes to her family leaving the quiet, dark room empty. Till the next rainy evening.
A/N: Just another plotless one-shot to my collection. Last March I craved reading JaeShik fanfics badly. Unfortunately I came across only 2 or 3 of them. So I'm contributing to the amount of those one-shots now.
Author: megera23
Length:one-shot (1186 words)
Pairing: JaeJoong X ChangShik (not really)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Summary: It's on nights like this that they meet. Two lovers hiding in the darkness, searching for privacy in the calmness of a thunderstorm.
She loves evenings just like this one.
It’s after dusk and it is cold outside, heavy clouds gather over the heads of the tiny people hurrying to find shelter. A lightning splits the air for a moment and is soon followed by a peal of thunder, which shakes the smooth glass of the windows. The rain starts pouring down hard and mercilessly, battering and bruising the dry ground.
She loves evenings like this, but she is happy she has a shelter over her head. She leaves down the heavy book full with stories of faraway kingdoms and mythical creatures that have never existed and stares out of the window. The room is not illuminated and there’s not enough light coming from the outside for her to continue with her reading. But she doesn’t make the effort to turn the lights on. Because it’s on nights like this that they come.
She keeps staring trough the window, the room kept dark in order not to scare her visitors.
“JiHye-yah, what are you doing there in the dark? Come to the living room already, there’s an awesome variety show on KBS. The DBSK oppas are in it! Come fast, it’s starting!” And with this her sister is out, hurrying towards the TV.
She smiles. She doesn’t need to watch variety shows, because she has something much more interesting to do. She stays in the quiet room for a while and she’s just starting to lose hope when he appears.
He is a bright red spot in the grey of the streets, his figure still far away and vague in the distance. But she has no doubt that it’s him. His confident stance, fast and carefree steps and the red umbrella in his hand are a sign enough for her. She knows him as if he were her lover.
And soon one of the men she has waited for steps under the roof of her home, hiding from the heavy droplets and letting the red umbrella in his hand fall. He stands just in front of her window, unsuspecting of the pair of eyes observing him carefully.
He’s shivering, she can see and she has the urge to go out there and offer him a mug of hot chocolate, but she knows it’s something she can neither do, nor does she want to disturb him. He stays there silent, eyes fixed on a particular direction and the hands of the clock are slowly ticking, ticking, tick, tick, tick…
Patience has never been his forte and she observes him pacing around, delicate eyebrows knitted, a frown tugging at his lips. But then the other appears trough the rain and the dark look is gone from the man’s face, as if it weren’t there in the first place.
He has come with the subway, she imagines. And no one has noticed, because when he doesn’t want to be seen he just blends in with the crowd. He has been caught in the rain, water trickling down the black strands of his hair against his pale face and wet clothes sticking to his body. He doesn’t seem to mind, his lips curled in a stupid smile.
She sees them speak. You are late. Changshik is saying.
Sorry, we got held at the scene of the photo shoot. The other man replies. He leans in and pecks Changshik on the lips.
They are hidden from world, the heavy rain and the surrounding darkness providing enough protection from curious eyes. But there’s one witness they have no idea of.
The girl just observes their every move from the other side of the glass. She knows who they are. Or at least knows one of the men. Although she’s not a fan, she has heard his name one too many times falling from her sister’s lips and has watched him in countless music videos and shows he has taken part in. Kim JaeJoong. But this is better than any show, any drama she has seen him in…because this is real, there’s no script, no acting.
The other she knows nothing about. At first she couldn’t tell them apart, their features unbelievably identical. So she took to calling ‘the second JaeJoong’ Changshik, after his doppelganger in one of their dramas, which her sister forced her into watching.
It’s sick, she thought the first time she caught a glimpse of them. JaeJoong doesn’t have a brother. She knew this, but still…
It’s beautiful, she thinks, they are two parts of a whole. Both their souls and their bodies. And they don’t look the same to her anymore either. It took her time to notice the small differences, but they are still there. Changshik is taller by an inch or two, his shoulders are not that broad. His nose is slightly longer and his eyes sharper, even without the eyeliner they make JaeJoong wear. Changshik’s smile is also brighter, he doesn’t hide it from the world. JaeJoong’s skin is paler, smoother. He is more muscular. She can go on, but it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, because they are who they are, and nothing and no one can change this. Neither can they change the fact that the two are madly in love with each other.
She has seen them whisper, hold hands, cuddle and make out. She has seen the pure adoration in their eyes.
Pabo, why are you wet? Changshik smacks JaeJoong on the forehead and gets only a shrug in return. Do you want to go bald that badly?
JaeJoong laughs. Shouldn’t you be worried whether I wouldn’t get sick?
Why should I worry about this? If you are sick you’ll still be just as good-looking, but if you go bald I’m dumping you, you know?
You won’t. A smirk makes its way on the singer’s face.
And how can you be so sure? The other seems just as amused by their conversation.
Because you are a fucking narcissist. And you know you wouldn’t be able to find another one that looks like you…like me. JaeJoong inches closer, their lips only centimeters away. And even if you do find one, there’s no guarantee you’d be getting the same steaming-hot sex you are getting at the moment.
The smug expression cracks and she can see fire in those eyes. And soon enough they are kissing like there’s no tomorrow. Hands clutch at clothes, tongues fight a lethal battle, chests press against one another. There’s no room for self-consciousness, only for raw instincts.
They break apart panting.
Now my clothes are wet too. Changshik states matter-of-factly.
JaeJoong laughs and his voice tinkles with crystal clearness to it, and even she can hear it.
They turn around and leave, step by step disappearing into the night, never letting go of each other’s hands. She has no idea where they are heading for. Maybe their destination is a love hotel, a noraebang, a movie theater or simply some random café, where they can get the privacy they need.
She turns her wheelchair and goes to her family leaving the quiet, dark room empty. Till the next rainy evening.
A/N: Just another plotless one-shot to my collection. Last March I craved reading JaeShik fanfics badly. Unfortunately I came across only 2 or 3 of them. So I'm contributing to the amount of those one-shots now.