[fic] just Remember to come home; yoochun/jaejoong
just remember to come home
~3,300w
jaejoong/yoochun, R
romance,drama
summary: He appeared from out of nowhere one day. Just some stranger with unkempt black hair and a thin white t-shirt sitting on the front steps of his home.
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He appeared from out of nowhere one day. Just some stranger with a mess of unkempt black hair and a thin white t-shirt sitting on the front steps of his home. He was just coming out to grab his mail when he notices him sitting there; motionless, staring out at the sunny spring day and cars that drove by on the road. Jaejoong couldn’t see his face, only the back of his messy head and the thin frame of his body.
“Hi?” he says, and it’s not really a greeting so much as it is a ‘who are you and what the hell are you doing on my front porch?’
Jaejoong takes a few cautious steps forward and the stranger finally turns to him. His eyes wide and face awash with shock for a brief second. His nose is thin and his lips are pink and his eyes; his eyes are dark and soulful, yet somehow not all there.
Jaejoong sees the smudges of dirt on his face and his dreadfully muddy shoes that look as if he‘s been walking in dirt for miles. But other than that, his beauty was undeniable. He cocks his head to the side, eyeing the stranger on his porch as he waits for some type of answer.
The man only sits there staring at Jaejoong for a while longer before his dirty face stretches into a smile so sunny and bright it could probably outshine the sun on it‘s best day. Not a single word leaves his mouth though, but at that point, Jaejoong couldn’t bring himself to care.
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He had already put word in to the local police about the strange silent man he found sitting on his front steps a couple of weeks ago. But not much can be done without a name or any sort of identification on the man who seems to have lost his memory. He can only give the information he knows, and waits to see if someone comes to claim him.
More weeks pass, and there’s still no news. The man has been staying with him, refusing to go with the police. He latched himself onto Jaejoong’s arm when they tried to take him away, burying his face in his shirt like a child. Jaejoong only sighed and patted the man on the head. He’s been living there ever since.
The stranger doesn’t say much, if anything at all. Only answering to Jaejoong with shakes of the head and those bright smiles he’s come to envy. He knows he’s able to speak though. He’s heard it before. Though it was only barely audible mumblings when he founds him sound asleep and curled up on his sofa.
Jaejoong strokes his hair, now a bit more tame and asks, “Were you dreaming?”
He doesn’t expect a verbal response when he opens his eyes and looks up at him. Just another sleepy smile stretching across his pretty features, eyes sparkling with something he can‘t quite place. He still doesn’t understand how someone can smile so brightly when he’s almost just a shell of himself.
But Jaejoong only smiles back and leaves it at that. It’s none of his business, really.
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One day the stranger manages to remember his name, much to Jaejoong’s surprise. It came out of the blue when he least expected it. Jaejoong had taken to calling him different things to get his attention, so names weren’t really needed. It helped that it was just the two of them.
It was another sunny day in the middle of the afternoon. They both stood in the kitchen, Jaejoong cooking lunch as the other play with the colorful letter magnets on the refrigerator door. He manages to spell out words like cat, hi, love, along with many other small English words Jaejoong didn’t even know the meaning of.
As he’s cutting some onions, he doesn’t notice the clicking of the magnets have stopped momentarily.
“Yoochun…” he hears a voice murmur from across the room. Jaejoong stops what he’s doing and turns to him.
“Huh?” he asks confusedly, not sure if he heard him right.
“Yoochun,” the man repeats, now pointing a finger to himself. It takes Jaejoong a minute of silence and staring in disbelief before he registers what the other man is saying.
“Um… nice to meet you.” He says dumbly as if he’s meeting the man for the first time, and in a way, it kind of feels like he is.
Yoochun only smiles one of his trademark smiles before turning back to the refrigerator and attempting to spell out his name in the colorful magnets. He spells, “Y-O-O-C-H-U-N” using the letters from the various other words on the fridge before smiling proudly and then trying to spell Jaejoong’s name as well. He manages a, “J-A-E-J-U-N-G” only because he ran out of O’s.
Yoochun leaves an array of half finished English words scattered across the white surface along with both their names and somehow managing to keep the word, ‘Love’ perfectly intact in the middle. Jaejoong smiles at the coincidence, because that’s all it is… a coincidence.
This new information never makes it to the police. Soon, Jaejoong forgets about them all together.
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Jaejoong learns something new about Yoochun with each passing day. Like his affinity for coffee and cheesy Korean dramas. He’s sensitive to other people’s emotions and cries for their sad stories, yet never sheds a tear for his own. He likes to watch movies, and play chess, and laughs like a chicken on crack. And Jaejoong can never help but to laugh with him, no matter how ridiculous.
But there’s one thing he discovers about the man that caught him completely by surprise. It was a rare talent he didn’t know the other man could possibly possess. It made him smile, yet he couldn't help but feel a little fear in his gut and he didn’t understand why just yet.
They sat on the sofa one Wednesday night, watching one of those dramas Yoochun’s so fond of. A girl is smiling serenely on screen, her skirt blowing in the clichéd wind as she turns. A man is standing across the field, a hopeful look on his face and a flower in hand. The camera zooms in on her face, she looks confused for a second before smiling happily and running over to the other man. They embrace lovingly, there are tears and words said and Jaejoong is hardly paying any attention at this point.
A romantic song starts to play in the background of the two lovers on screen. Jaejoong glances to Yoochun. He’s playing a soundless melody with the tips of his fingers as if playing and invisible keyboard on his knees. Jaejoong watches in amazement, long slender fingers play a silent tune, only he can hear, so effortlessly.
“Do you play the piano, Yoochun?” Jaejoong asks softly after he’s regained a proper train of thought. Yoochun’s fingers still and he turns to Jaejoong. He gives Jaejoong one of his smiles and just shrugs before continuing to play the tune across Jaejoong’s thigh.
The next day he takes Yoochun to the music room of his old high school and sits him at a piano. He looks confused for a minute when he sees it, and Jaejoong urges him to try. Yoochun hesitantly lifts his hand and lightly caresses the ivory keys with the tips of his fingers before pressing a few keys. The room fills with a C-minor and Yoochun smiles brightly.
He sits and plays for hours as the countless songs in his head all start to come back to him. He plays love songs, sad songs, happy songs, and some random ditties he wouldn’t be surprised if they were made up on the spot. Jaejoong is in awe and delightfully surprised, but the dread is still there. He feels the more Yoochun remembers, the farther he is away.
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At night, they’re both on Jaejoong’s bed, the room quiet, the lights on as they stare up at the cracks on his ceiling. Yoochun curls into his side, his head on Jaejoong’s shoulder as he absentmindedly fettles with the chain around Jaejoong’s neck. He smiles as he runs his fingers through the latter’s soft hair, letting the silky strands run through his fingers.
Yoochun giggles suddenly, pulling himself closer to Jaejoong’s warmth as he buries his face in his neck. His arm slung around Jaejoong’s waist as he continues to giggle against his neck. Jaejoong doesn’t know what’s so funny but he laughs anyway, pulling the other man closer without a second thought.
Soon, the giggle fit subsides and they both lapse into comfortable silence once again. Yoochun looks up at Jaejoong with a small smile and sparkling eyes. Jaejoong could do nothing but stare at that moment. His hair falling into his eyes, the small smile on his full lips, he couldn’t help himself. Before he knew it, his lips were pressed soft against the others. The kiss was small and sweet, and tasted like coffee and Sunday mornings. He loves the way the Yoochun’s lips feel against his own. Warm and soft, as if the kiss could melt into his mouth at any moment.
Yoochun pulls back, his face a flush and eyes slightly wide with surprise. Jaejoong brought his hand up to caress the smooth skin of Yoochun’s cheek. And this time, it was Yoochun who initiated the kiss. His lips pressed firmly against Jaejoong’s, nibbling, sucking, and exploring all he could. Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his thin waist and pulled him close, kissing back just as urgently.
Jaejoong’s tongue slipped out to lick Yoochun’s lips. The other groaned, opening his mouth and letting the other access. He didn’t fight it when Jaejoong flipped their positions, Yoochun now below and clutching his shirt desperately. Jaejoong released the other’s lips finally, letting his asp fill the air as he trailed kissed down his jaw and to his neck. He felt Yoochun’s warm breath against his hear and his skin beneath his lips, it wasn’t enough.
Jaejoong’s hand slipped under the fabric of Yoochun’s shirt, letting his hand run up his smooth skin tenderly. He felt Yoochun shudder beneath him. His body was so warm, so smooth; it felt like heaven beneath his fingertips. When his lips went down for a taste he felt Yoochun’s stomach constrict with a gasp. Jaejoong looked up at the other man wanting some sort of approval of what they were doing.
Yoochun gazed down at him, eyes half lidded and burning with so much intense desire Jaejoong didn’t question it again.
It didn’t take long before there clothes were left and forgotten across the floor. Jaejoong already settled between his thighs, long legs securely wrapped around his waist. Jaejoong slowly thrust forward, the other groaning and wriggling beneath him. He leaned down, taking the others lips in a kiss, continuing his thrusts.
“You okay?” he whispered the words against Yoochun‘s lips. The latter only nods once, shutting his eyes tight and bringing them even closer together, even deeper inside of him. It was Jaejoong’s turn to groan now, burying his face in Yoochun’s neck, loosing himself in the tight heat surrounding him. His thrust became more erratic, Yoochun’s hips matching his movements. Jaejoong moved his hand down to grasp the other’s length, feeling the need to touch him even more.
Yoochun clenches around him, moaning loudly into Jaejoong’s sweaty hair. Jaejoong pounds harder, and harder, Yoochun’s gripping on his shoulders desperately and their moans fill the room as they both release together, eyes rolled back and movements stilled for just a moment. Their breathing is erratic, trying to regain their senses back. Jaejoong pulls out slowly, dropping himself on top of Yoochun, unable to make any other move and tries to calm down from their post orgasmic high.
Yoochun’s fingers run up and down Jaejoong’s spin, a light sheen of sweat covering his back. Jaejoong buries his face in Yoochun’s neck again, placing light kisses whenever he has the strength. He feels sweaty, and sticky, and gross yet so comfortable and at home all at the same time as he feels the rise and fall of Yoochun’s chest beneath him. He never would have thought he’d fall for the man he met with the muddy shoes and dirty face with no memory and no name all that time ago. But he did, he really did.
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Yoochun talks a little more these days, not much, but it’s enough. One worded answers and small sentences, never enough to hold a conversation, but it was a start. They didn’t need many words anyway. They always understood each other. It’s been almost two and a half months since he found Yoochun outside of his house. Everything seemed normal, or as normal as their relationship could get.
That’s why he found it as a shock one day when Yoochun up and disappeared. He said nothing about leaving or anything odd the days prior to his disappearance. Jaejoong just came home one day to an empty house. The only thing he found was a half eaten cereal bowl on the kitchen table; the same one Yoochun had been eating before he left for work that day. It was as if he dropped everything suddenly and just strolled out the front door empty handed.
Jaejoong did everything he could, calling the police, hospitals, anything to see if anyone found him, if he was okay. But nothing, he’d searched the streets for hours, asked his neighbors, but no one seemed to have noticed him leave. It’s like he disappeared into thin air, almost like he never existed. But he did, Jaejoong knew he was out there somewhere, he knew he would see him again.
Days passed, and still no word of Yoochun. Jaejoong went on with his usual routine each day as if Yoochun was never apart of his life. He never gave up hope those few days though, every night he’d lay in bed and wonder where he was, what he was doing, if he was safe. Everyday he’d drive the streets and look for him, eyeing everyone he seen.
On his was back home, he finally found him, walking along the dirt roads on the far side of town. No bags, no nothing but the clothes on his back, the same clothes he has on when he left. Jaejoong pulls his car up beside him, and when Yoochun turns to him, his face is dirty and his shoes are muddy.
“Hey,” Jaejoong greets as casually as possible, as if nothing’s changed.
“Hi…” Yoochun says back, and there‘s a pause before he asks, “Are you angry?”
Jaejoong shakes his head with a small smile, “No,” he says, “I’m not angry. You ready to go back home?” and it’s said as if he’s only been gone an hour.
“Yeah,” Yoochun says and he opens the door and climbs into the passenger seat without another word. He doesn’t say anything about where he’s been and Jaejoong doesn’t ask. He just leaves it at that, it didn’t really matter as long as he was here now.
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After a while, Jaejoong has gotten use to Yoochun’s sudden disappearances. Every now and then, Yoochun would wonder off, sometimes for even weeks at a time. It made Jaejoong worry each time but it was always worth it when he sees him walk through the door. He loves the fact that he can come back on his own because he knows where he belongs.
Each time he comes back home, he always looks the same as when he left. Same clothes, same hair, same everything, just a little bit dirty. He’d smile brightly at Jaejoong as soon as he walks through the door. Jaejoong would wrap him in a tight hug and mumble “I missed you,” into his messy hair. Yoochun would chuckle and hug him back just as tight, mimicking his words.
He’s thankful to whatever force brought Yoochun to his front steps that spring day. He was like a gift left there just for him, and he was grateful for that, no matter how much stress it causes him whenever he ups and disappears before he wakes up, or before he comes home. He’s never actually seen him walk out, but when he does, he always dreads the possibility of him never coming back.
They’re lying in bed one night, Jaejoong holding Yoochun as close as possible after one of his longer disappearances. Yoochun is lying on his side, letting himself be held as he toys with the collar of Jaejoong’s shirt. He breathes in the scent of Yoochun newly washed hair and sighs.
“You make me worry sick sometimes, do you know that?” Jaejoong mumbles into his hair.
The fingers still on his collar, “You’re angry at me aren’t you?”
“No,” Jaejoong says, “I’m never angry at you. I only worry that… you won’t come back one day.”
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun says, and the sadness in his voice is enough to break his heart in two.
“It’s alright,” Jaejoong says when he knows that it really isn’t. He pushes back Yoochun’s hair and places a tender kiss to his forehead. Yoochun smiles into his chest and pulls himself closer.
“You know I care about you, right?”
Yoochun looks up with glistening eyes and nods.
“I just want you to be happy. You don’t need to pretend for me if you’re not. You don’t need to pretend about anything.” Jaejoong says, pulling the man impossibly close, as if he’s trying to fuse them as one. Yoochun shakes his head and buries it in Jaejoong’s chest.
“I’m not unhappy,” he mumbles, voice weak. “I just…” his voice trails off as he fights back tears.
“Shh,” Jaejoong consoles, “It’ll all be fine, no matter what, I promise you.” and Yoochun nods his tear stained face into his chest. He falls asleep in Jaejoong’s arms that night, curled into his chest and breathing evenly. Jaejoong looks down at the in his arms and wonders when it’ll all come together, when he won’t have to worry about constantly loosing him. He wonders if Yoochun feels the same.
With hushed tones he mumbles, ‘I love yous’ into his hair until he falls asleep with tears in his eyes.
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He’s not too surprised to find Yoochun gone the next morning. His bed already began to feel empty and cold with out the other by his side. He knows he’s gone before he even gets out of bed, the whole house just feels emptier. He gets up and shivers as his feet hit the cold wooden floor as he leaves the room.
In the kitchen, he pours himself a cup of coffee and almost grabs two mugs. He sits at the kitchen table staring into nothingness until he notices the refrigerator door. The magnets are arranged in a different way than before. Odd letters and magnets formed a heart around two short sentences.
“Yoochun loves Jaejung. See U!”
Jaejoong smiles sadly, rereading the door over and over again until it’s engraved in his heart. Yoochun loved him. He’s never said so before and it makes his heart swell and clench all at the same time. Tears are at the brims of his eyes, unable to break his gaze away. He knows Yoochun will be gone for a while this time, he feels it in his gut.
But he’s never felt so sure and confident of the fact that he’ll come as much as he does right now. All he has to do is wait. And he will wait because Yoochun is worth it. Ever since the day he found him outside his house, just sitting there innocently, blankly, oblivious to how much he impacted his life. Someone that made such an impact on his life could never be lost so easily. So he will wait.
“I love you too,” Jaejoong says and he doesn’t try to hold back his tears. “Come back soon.”
END.
~3,300w
jaejoong/yoochun, R
romance,drama
summary: He appeared from out of nowhere one day. Just some stranger with unkempt black hair and a thin white t-shirt sitting on the front steps of his home.
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He appeared from out of nowhere one day. Just some stranger with a mess of unkempt black hair and a thin white t-shirt sitting on the front steps of his home. He was just coming out to grab his mail when he notices him sitting there; motionless, staring out at the sunny spring day and cars that drove by on the road. Jaejoong couldn’t see his face, only the back of his messy head and the thin frame of his body.
“Hi?” he says, and it’s not really a greeting so much as it is a ‘who are you and what the hell are you doing on my front porch?’
Jaejoong takes a few cautious steps forward and the stranger finally turns to him. His eyes wide and face awash with shock for a brief second. His nose is thin and his lips are pink and his eyes; his eyes are dark and soulful, yet somehow not all there.
Jaejoong sees the smudges of dirt on his face and his dreadfully muddy shoes that look as if he‘s been walking in dirt for miles. But other than that, his beauty was undeniable. He cocks his head to the side, eyeing the stranger on his porch as he waits for some type of answer.
The man only sits there staring at Jaejoong for a while longer before his dirty face stretches into a smile so sunny and bright it could probably outshine the sun on it‘s best day. Not a single word leaves his mouth though, but at that point, Jaejoong couldn’t bring himself to care.
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He had already put word in to the local police about the strange silent man he found sitting on his front steps a couple of weeks ago. But not much can be done without a name or any sort of identification on the man who seems to have lost his memory. He can only give the information he knows, and waits to see if someone comes to claim him.
More weeks pass, and there’s still no news. The man has been staying with him, refusing to go with the police. He latched himself onto Jaejoong’s arm when they tried to take him away, burying his face in his shirt like a child. Jaejoong only sighed and patted the man on the head. He’s been living there ever since.
The stranger doesn’t say much, if anything at all. Only answering to Jaejoong with shakes of the head and those bright smiles he’s come to envy. He knows he’s able to speak though. He’s heard it before. Though it was only barely audible mumblings when he founds him sound asleep and curled up on his sofa.
Jaejoong strokes his hair, now a bit more tame and asks, “Were you dreaming?”
He doesn’t expect a verbal response when he opens his eyes and looks up at him. Just another sleepy smile stretching across his pretty features, eyes sparkling with something he can‘t quite place. He still doesn’t understand how someone can smile so brightly when he’s almost just a shell of himself.
But Jaejoong only smiles back and leaves it at that. It’s none of his business, really.
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One day the stranger manages to remember his name, much to Jaejoong’s surprise. It came out of the blue when he least expected it. Jaejoong had taken to calling him different things to get his attention, so names weren’t really needed. It helped that it was just the two of them.
It was another sunny day in the middle of the afternoon. They both stood in the kitchen, Jaejoong cooking lunch as the other play with the colorful letter magnets on the refrigerator door. He manages to spell out words like cat, hi, love, along with many other small English words Jaejoong didn’t even know the meaning of.
As he’s cutting some onions, he doesn’t notice the clicking of the magnets have stopped momentarily.
“Yoochun…” he hears a voice murmur from across the room. Jaejoong stops what he’s doing and turns to him.
“Huh?” he asks confusedly, not sure if he heard him right.
“Yoochun,” the man repeats, now pointing a finger to himself. It takes Jaejoong a minute of silence and staring in disbelief before he registers what the other man is saying.
“Um… nice to meet you.” He says dumbly as if he’s meeting the man for the first time, and in a way, it kind of feels like he is.
Yoochun only smiles one of his trademark smiles before turning back to the refrigerator and attempting to spell out his name in the colorful magnets. He spells, “Y-O-O-C-H-U-N” using the letters from the various other words on the fridge before smiling proudly and then trying to spell Jaejoong’s name as well. He manages a, “J-A-E-J-U-N-G” only because he ran out of O’s.
Yoochun leaves an array of half finished English words scattered across the white surface along with both their names and somehow managing to keep the word, ‘Love’ perfectly intact in the middle. Jaejoong smiles at the coincidence, because that’s all it is… a coincidence.
This new information never makes it to the police. Soon, Jaejoong forgets about them all together.
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Jaejoong learns something new about Yoochun with each passing day. Like his affinity for coffee and cheesy Korean dramas. He’s sensitive to other people’s emotions and cries for their sad stories, yet never sheds a tear for his own. He likes to watch movies, and play chess, and laughs like a chicken on crack. And Jaejoong can never help but to laugh with him, no matter how ridiculous.
But there’s one thing he discovers about the man that caught him completely by surprise. It was a rare talent he didn’t know the other man could possibly possess. It made him smile, yet he couldn't help but feel a little fear in his gut and he didn’t understand why just yet.
They sat on the sofa one Wednesday night, watching one of those dramas Yoochun’s so fond of. A girl is smiling serenely on screen, her skirt blowing in the clichéd wind as she turns. A man is standing across the field, a hopeful look on his face and a flower in hand. The camera zooms in on her face, she looks confused for a second before smiling happily and running over to the other man. They embrace lovingly, there are tears and words said and Jaejoong is hardly paying any attention at this point.
A romantic song starts to play in the background of the two lovers on screen. Jaejoong glances to Yoochun. He’s playing a soundless melody with the tips of his fingers as if playing and invisible keyboard on his knees. Jaejoong watches in amazement, long slender fingers play a silent tune, only he can hear, so effortlessly.
“Do you play the piano, Yoochun?” Jaejoong asks softly after he’s regained a proper train of thought. Yoochun’s fingers still and he turns to Jaejoong. He gives Jaejoong one of his smiles and just shrugs before continuing to play the tune across Jaejoong’s thigh.
The next day he takes Yoochun to the music room of his old high school and sits him at a piano. He looks confused for a minute when he sees it, and Jaejoong urges him to try. Yoochun hesitantly lifts his hand and lightly caresses the ivory keys with the tips of his fingers before pressing a few keys. The room fills with a C-minor and Yoochun smiles brightly.
He sits and plays for hours as the countless songs in his head all start to come back to him. He plays love songs, sad songs, happy songs, and some random ditties he wouldn’t be surprised if they were made up on the spot. Jaejoong is in awe and delightfully surprised, but the dread is still there. He feels the more Yoochun remembers, the farther he is away.
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At night, they’re both on Jaejoong’s bed, the room quiet, the lights on as they stare up at the cracks on his ceiling. Yoochun curls into his side, his head on Jaejoong’s shoulder as he absentmindedly fettles with the chain around Jaejoong’s neck. He smiles as he runs his fingers through the latter’s soft hair, letting the silky strands run through his fingers.
Yoochun giggles suddenly, pulling himself closer to Jaejoong’s warmth as he buries his face in his neck. His arm slung around Jaejoong’s waist as he continues to giggle against his neck. Jaejoong doesn’t know what’s so funny but he laughs anyway, pulling the other man closer without a second thought.
Soon, the giggle fit subsides and they both lapse into comfortable silence once again. Yoochun looks up at Jaejoong with a small smile and sparkling eyes. Jaejoong could do nothing but stare at that moment. His hair falling into his eyes, the small smile on his full lips, he couldn’t help himself. Before he knew it, his lips were pressed soft against the others. The kiss was small and sweet, and tasted like coffee and Sunday mornings. He loves the way the Yoochun’s lips feel against his own. Warm and soft, as if the kiss could melt into his mouth at any moment.
Yoochun pulls back, his face a flush and eyes slightly wide with surprise. Jaejoong brought his hand up to caress the smooth skin of Yoochun’s cheek. And this time, it was Yoochun who initiated the kiss. His lips pressed firmly against Jaejoong’s, nibbling, sucking, and exploring all he could. Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his thin waist and pulled him close, kissing back just as urgently.
Jaejoong’s tongue slipped out to lick Yoochun’s lips. The other groaned, opening his mouth and letting the other access. He didn’t fight it when Jaejoong flipped their positions, Yoochun now below and clutching his shirt desperately. Jaejoong released the other’s lips finally, letting his asp fill the air as he trailed kissed down his jaw and to his neck. He felt Yoochun’s warm breath against his hear and his skin beneath his lips, it wasn’t enough.
Jaejoong’s hand slipped under the fabric of Yoochun’s shirt, letting his hand run up his smooth skin tenderly. He felt Yoochun shudder beneath him. His body was so warm, so smooth; it felt like heaven beneath his fingertips. When his lips went down for a taste he felt Yoochun’s stomach constrict with a gasp. Jaejoong looked up at the other man wanting some sort of approval of what they were doing.
Yoochun gazed down at him, eyes half lidded and burning with so much intense desire Jaejoong didn’t question it again.
It didn’t take long before there clothes were left and forgotten across the floor. Jaejoong already settled between his thighs, long legs securely wrapped around his waist. Jaejoong slowly thrust forward, the other groaning and wriggling beneath him. He leaned down, taking the others lips in a kiss, continuing his thrusts.
“You okay?” he whispered the words against Yoochun‘s lips. The latter only nods once, shutting his eyes tight and bringing them even closer together, even deeper inside of him. It was Jaejoong’s turn to groan now, burying his face in Yoochun’s neck, loosing himself in the tight heat surrounding him. His thrust became more erratic, Yoochun’s hips matching his movements. Jaejoong moved his hand down to grasp the other’s length, feeling the need to touch him even more.
Yoochun clenches around him, moaning loudly into Jaejoong’s sweaty hair. Jaejoong pounds harder, and harder, Yoochun’s gripping on his shoulders desperately and their moans fill the room as they both release together, eyes rolled back and movements stilled for just a moment. Their breathing is erratic, trying to regain their senses back. Jaejoong pulls out slowly, dropping himself on top of Yoochun, unable to make any other move and tries to calm down from their post orgasmic high.
Yoochun’s fingers run up and down Jaejoong’s spin, a light sheen of sweat covering his back. Jaejoong buries his face in Yoochun’s neck again, placing light kisses whenever he has the strength. He feels sweaty, and sticky, and gross yet so comfortable and at home all at the same time as he feels the rise and fall of Yoochun’s chest beneath him. He never would have thought he’d fall for the man he met with the muddy shoes and dirty face with no memory and no name all that time ago. But he did, he really did.
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Yoochun talks a little more these days, not much, but it’s enough. One worded answers and small sentences, never enough to hold a conversation, but it was a start. They didn’t need many words anyway. They always understood each other. It’s been almost two and a half months since he found Yoochun outside of his house. Everything seemed normal, or as normal as their relationship could get.
That’s why he found it as a shock one day when Yoochun up and disappeared. He said nothing about leaving or anything odd the days prior to his disappearance. Jaejoong just came home one day to an empty house. The only thing he found was a half eaten cereal bowl on the kitchen table; the same one Yoochun had been eating before he left for work that day. It was as if he dropped everything suddenly and just strolled out the front door empty handed.
Jaejoong did everything he could, calling the police, hospitals, anything to see if anyone found him, if he was okay. But nothing, he’d searched the streets for hours, asked his neighbors, but no one seemed to have noticed him leave. It’s like he disappeared into thin air, almost like he never existed. But he did, Jaejoong knew he was out there somewhere, he knew he would see him again.
Days passed, and still no word of Yoochun. Jaejoong went on with his usual routine each day as if Yoochun was never apart of his life. He never gave up hope those few days though, every night he’d lay in bed and wonder where he was, what he was doing, if he was safe. Everyday he’d drive the streets and look for him, eyeing everyone he seen.
On his was back home, he finally found him, walking along the dirt roads on the far side of town. No bags, no nothing but the clothes on his back, the same clothes he has on when he left. Jaejoong pulls his car up beside him, and when Yoochun turns to him, his face is dirty and his shoes are muddy.
“Hey,” Jaejoong greets as casually as possible, as if nothing’s changed.
“Hi…” Yoochun says back, and there‘s a pause before he asks, “Are you angry?”
Jaejoong shakes his head with a small smile, “No,” he says, “I’m not angry. You ready to go back home?” and it’s said as if he’s only been gone an hour.
“Yeah,” Yoochun says and he opens the door and climbs into the passenger seat without another word. He doesn’t say anything about where he’s been and Jaejoong doesn’t ask. He just leaves it at that, it didn’t really matter as long as he was here now.
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After a while, Jaejoong has gotten use to Yoochun’s sudden disappearances. Every now and then, Yoochun would wonder off, sometimes for even weeks at a time. It made Jaejoong worry each time but it was always worth it when he sees him walk through the door. He loves the fact that he can come back on his own because he knows where he belongs.
Each time he comes back home, he always looks the same as when he left. Same clothes, same hair, same everything, just a little bit dirty. He’d smile brightly at Jaejoong as soon as he walks through the door. Jaejoong would wrap him in a tight hug and mumble “I missed you,” into his messy hair. Yoochun would chuckle and hug him back just as tight, mimicking his words.
He’s thankful to whatever force brought Yoochun to his front steps that spring day. He was like a gift left there just for him, and he was grateful for that, no matter how much stress it causes him whenever he ups and disappears before he wakes up, or before he comes home. He’s never actually seen him walk out, but when he does, he always dreads the possibility of him never coming back.
They’re lying in bed one night, Jaejoong holding Yoochun as close as possible after one of his longer disappearances. Yoochun is lying on his side, letting himself be held as he toys with the collar of Jaejoong’s shirt. He breathes in the scent of Yoochun newly washed hair and sighs.
“You make me worry sick sometimes, do you know that?” Jaejoong mumbles into his hair.
The fingers still on his collar, “You’re angry at me aren’t you?”
“No,” Jaejoong says, “I’m never angry at you. I only worry that… you won’t come back one day.”
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun says, and the sadness in his voice is enough to break his heart in two.
“It’s alright,” Jaejoong says when he knows that it really isn’t. He pushes back Yoochun’s hair and places a tender kiss to his forehead. Yoochun smiles into his chest and pulls himself closer.
“You know I care about you, right?”
Yoochun looks up with glistening eyes and nods.
“I just want you to be happy. You don’t need to pretend for me if you’re not. You don’t need to pretend about anything.” Jaejoong says, pulling the man impossibly close, as if he’s trying to fuse them as one. Yoochun shakes his head and buries it in Jaejoong’s chest.
“I’m not unhappy,” he mumbles, voice weak. “I just…” his voice trails off as he fights back tears.
“Shh,” Jaejoong consoles, “It’ll all be fine, no matter what, I promise you.” and Yoochun nods his tear stained face into his chest. He falls asleep in Jaejoong’s arms that night, curled into his chest and breathing evenly. Jaejoong looks down at the in his arms and wonders when it’ll all come together, when he won’t have to worry about constantly loosing him. He wonders if Yoochun feels the same.
With hushed tones he mumbles, ‘I love yous’ into his hair until he falls asleep with tears in his eyes.
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He’s not too surprised to find Yoochun gone the next morning. His bed already began to feel empty and cold with out the other by his side. He knows he’s gone before he even gets out of bed, the whole house just feels emptier. He gets up and shivers as his feet hit the cold wooden floor as he leaves the room.
In the kitchen, he pours himself a cup of coffee and almost grabs two mugs. He sits at the kitchen table staring into nothingness until he notices the refrigerator door. The magnets are arranged in a different way than before. Odd letters and magnets formed a heart around two short sentences.
“Yoochun loves Jaejung. See U!”
Jaejoong smiles sadly, rereading the door over and over again until it’s engraved in his heart. Yoochun loved him. He’s never said so before and it makes his heart swell and clench all at the same time. Tears are at the brims of his eyes, unable to break his gaze away. He knows Yoochun will be gone for a while this time, he feels it in his gut.
But he’s never felt so sure and confident of the fact that he’ll come as much as he does right now. All he has to do is wait. And he will wait because Yoochun is worth it. Ever since the day he found him outside his house, just sitting there innocently, blankly, oblivious to how much he impacted his life. Someone that made such an impact on his life could never be lost so easily. So he will wait.
“I love you too,” Jaejoong says and he doesn’t try to hold back his tears. “Come back soon.”
END.