Counting Tears
TITLE: Counting Tears
GENRE: Fluff
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Yunjae
LENGTH: Series
DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBSK, nor do I know them, so this work is complete and utter fiction. And nobody would pay me money for it.
SUMMARY: "I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. Yoochun and Junsu are expecting me to know, but I don't. Am I, Yunho? Am I doing the right thing?"
A/N: I know I'm supposed to be working on my other fics (and I am, I promise), but I was looking at Yunjae Gimpo Airport pics and then this happened. Another series of one-shots again, this time dealing with the current issues our boys are facing: SME lawsuit, disbandment rumors, seperate projects, etc... This first part takes place just before JaeYooSu files the lawsuit.
Counting Tears, 1: Faith
“Our friendship is stronger than most people because we talk and breathe in the same room and we eat and sleep in the same place”
~ Kim Jaejoong, TVXQ
“I thought men only cried in their hearts, not in their eyes.” Yunho teases lightly, leaning against the counter where TVXQ’s lead singer is busy preparing dinner. His gaze is steady and patient on Jaejoong’s face.
“I’m dicing onions.” Jaejoong sniffles, by way of excuse, unshed tears wavering dangerously on sooty lashes. They both ignore the fact that it’s the fresh green of cucumbers on the cutting board beneath Jaejoong’s knife.
“You’ve been quiet lately. It’s unusual.”
Jaejoong pauses from his chopping and raises the utility knife in the leader’s direction. “Are you trying to tell me that usually I talk too much, Jung Yunho?”
Yunho places long fingers on the blunt end of the knife and lowers its steel sharp blade back down slowly, not really fearing for his life (oh, Jaejoong’s made him fear for his heart one…two…three million times, but never his life), no matter how fierce Jaejoong might look in that moment.
“I’m trying to tell you that I know something’s on your mind and that I’m here to listen.”
“I - ” Jaejoong shakes his head, raises the cutting board and slides the finished cucumbers into a bowl. He sets everything back down on the counter and turns to Yunho, chewing fretfully at his bottom lip. “I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing. Yoochun and Junsu are expecting me to know, but I don’t. Am I, Yunho? Am I doing the right thing?”
“Depends.” Yunho answers, reaching out a hand. His thumb sweeps across Jaejoong’s mouth, smoothes away teeth marks and anxiety. “Why are you doing it? To rebel against The Man?”
Jaejoong snorts. “Well, you know me,” he says as sarcastically as he is able, sounding an awful lot like Changmin.
“I do.” Yunho chuckles. “For the money, then?”
“You know that’s part of it. Blood, sweat, and tears, Yunho, we earned every damn dime.” Jaejoong asserts honestly. “But it’s not the main reason.”
“Then for the fame?”
“At one time, but not anymore.”
“Your health?”
“This has been detrimental to all our health, Leader-shi, you know that. But that’s not completely it either.”
“Hmm,” Yunho considers closely, knuckles coming to press under his chin, studying Jaejoong intently. “Creative freedom?”
Something in Jaejoong’s eyes flickers. He breathes out. “Just freedom.” He corrects, like it’s a dream he’s never quite been able to grasp hold of.
“For yourself?” Yunho questions. He’s seeking clarity, but not really for himself.
“For all of us.” Jaejoong states, hands fisting at his sides in resolution. “Always, for the five of us.”
“Well,” Yunho slides closer, the movement as graceful and as breathtaking as a dance, as Yunho himself. “The five of us have always been the most right thing I’ve ever done in my life. How about you?”
The mist in Jaejoong’s eyes finally overflows. He nods in agreement. “The most right thing in my life.”
Yunho catches teardrops on his fingertips, wipes them away with complete support and love. Jaejoong just stares at him through rainbow-colored prisms that dye the moment unforgettable.
“You have your answer?” Yunho asks softly.
"Yes."
"Do you want me to hug you now?"
Jaejoong's laugh is shaky, but his smile spreads bright and sure. "Please." He responds gratefully, taking that final step into open arms and faith.
ALWAYS KEEP THE FAITH!
2: Strength | 3: Hope | 4: Peace | 5: Love
GENRE: Fluff
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Yunjae
LENGTH: Series
DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBSK, nor do I know them, so this work is complete and utter fiction. And nobody would pay me money for it.
SUMMARY: "I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. Yoochun and Junsu are expecting me to know, but I don't. Am I, Yunho? Am I doing the right thing?"
A/N: I know I'm supposed to be working on my other fics (and I am, I promise), but I was looking at Yunjae Gimpo Airport pics and then this happened. Another series of one-shots again, this time dealing with the current issues our boys are facing: SME lawsuit, disbandment rumors, seperate projects, etc... This first part takes place just before JaeYooSu files the lawsuit.
Counting Tears, 1: Faith
“Our friendship is stronger than most people because we talk and breathe in the same room and we eat and sleep in the same place”
~ Kim Jaejoong, TVXQ
“I thought men only cried in their hearts, not in their eyes.” Yunho teases lightly, leaning against the counter where TVXQ’s lead singer is busy preparing dinner. His gaze is steady and patient on Jaejoong’s face.
“I’m dicing onions.” Jaejoong sniffles, by way of excuse, unshed tears wavering dangerously on sooty lashes. They both ignore the fact that it’s the fresh green of cucumbers on the cutting board beneath Jaejoong’s knife.
“You’ve been quiet lately. It’s unusual.”
Jaejoong pauses from his chopping and raises the utility knife in the leader’s direction. “Are you trying to tell me that usually I talk too much, Jung Yunho?”
Yunho places long fingers on the blunt end of the knife and lowers its steel sharp blade back down slowly, not really fearing for his life (oh, Jaejoong’s made him fear for his heart one…two…three million times, but never his life), no matter how fierce Jaejoong might look in that moment.
“I’m trying to tell you that I know something’s on your mind and that I’m here to listen.”
“I - ” Jaejoong shakes his head, raises the cutting board and slides the finished cucumbers into a bowl. He sets everything back down on the counter and turns to Yunho, chewing fretfully at his bottom lip. “I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing. Yoochun and Junsu are expecting me to know, but I don’t. Am I, Yunho? Am I doing the right thing?”
“Depends.” Yunho answers, reaching out a hand. His thumb sweeps across Jaejoong’s mouth, smoothes away teeth marks and anxiety. “Why are you doing it? To rebel against The Man?”
Jaejoong snorts. “Well, you know me,” he says as sarcastically as he is able, sounding an awful lot like Changmin.
“I do.” Yunho chuckles. “For the money, then?”
“You know that’s part of it. Blood, sweat, and tears, Yunho, we earned every damn dime.” Jaejoong asserts honestly. “But it’s not the main reason.”
“Then for the fame?”
“At one time, but not anymore.”
“Your health?”
“This has been detrimental to all our health, Leader-shi, you know that. But that’s not completely it either.”
“Hmm,” Yunho considers closely, knuckles coming to press under his chin, studying Jaejoong intently. “Creative freedom?”
Something in Jaejoong’s eyes flickers. He breathes out. “Just freedom.” He corrects, like it’s a dream he’s never quite been able to grasp hold of.
“For yourself?” Yunho questions. He’s seeking clarity, but not really for himself.
“For all of us.” Jaejoong states, hands fisting at his sides in resolution. “Always, for the five of us.”
“Well,” Yunho slides closer, the movement as graceful and as breathtaking as a dance, as Yunho himself. “The five of us have always been the most right thing I’ve ever done in my life. How about you?”
The mist in Jaejoong’s eyes finally overflows. He nods in agreement. “The most right thing in my life.”
Yunho catches teardrops on his fingertips, wipes them away with complete support and love. Jaejoong just stares at him through rainbow-colored prisms that dye the moment unforgettable.
“You have your answer?” Yunho asks softly.
"Yes."
"Do you want me to hug you now?"
Jaejoong's laugh is shaky, but his smile spreads bright and sure. "Please." He responds gratefully, taking that final step into open arms and faith.
ALWAYS KEEP THE FAITH!
2: Strength | 3: Hope | 4: Peace | 5: Love