Dandelion; Daydream. - Oneshot (Jaesu)
Title: Dandelion; Daydream.
Author: kayjayloves
Length: 1/1
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: romance
Rating: PG
Warning: some cussing
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: He never liked summer much; it still reminds him too much of dandelion memories, the kind that plant roots and grow weeds in the wasteland of his thoughts.
Comments: for purplehaze_33 as very late birthday gift ♥ I actually have something else planned but this wrote itself. for dbsk_flashfic challenge 25: Without Holding, original post is here.
There's a calico kitten prancing across a rooftop
Smiling at the grey withered sky
He's watching all the cars as they pass by
- Calico Kitten, Backseat Goodbye
Jaejoong wakes up to Saturday morning mix tapes with his feet sprawled out in the backseat of his rundown car. His heart is somewhere in Ohio. The stereo goes just get on with a life that you love and his heart goes thump and his memories rush downstream.
Only dreams shatter like a bat to fragile windows. He remembers fourteen in the backyard of his mind, when smoking was cool and his Korean-American friend who didn’t answer to anything but an American name got in a fight - and used that baseball bat to break the front windshield of someone’s car.
It was Junsu’s bat.
Jaejoong pulls out of the parking lot, switches the station and hears the forecast for the day - sunny and too hot. He never liked summer much; it still reminds him too much of dandelion memories, the kind that plant roots and grow weeds in the wasteland of his thoughts. Angels aren’t much different, with their charmed eyes and their hands to guide him straight past calamity when all he wants is fire.
Fire and brimstone and a little bit of pain for the freeway.
Junsu always was a bit of an angel.
Jaejoong didn’t tell anyone he was leaving, and before he turned his phone off there were fifteen unread messages and a missed call from his mother. His sisters think it’s funny; his mother is worried sick. Jaejoong thinks he’s finally free, on the highway with only his wallet and the note taped to the dashboard.
15th Street, Junsu had written, except there was more but it was crossed out and wrinkled, too worn to understand. Jaejoong had found it on the trashed floor of Junsu’s apartment, in the middle of “That fucke-“ and “Where the hell is he?”
And if anything makes sense, it’s Junsu gone. Micky had predicted it first, in between good-natured frustration at the way Junsu insisted on calling him Yoochun and stealing the contents of Jaejoong’s cupboard. “You’re going to off and leave some day aren’t you?” He’d asked Junsu, sudden.
And Junsu had laughed, eu kyang kyang.
Jaejoong veers off the highway towards an exit, poorly marked and just barely noticeable. It’s ironic, for someone so obvious to disappear to somewhere so discreet. Ironic like the way he’s following him in the first place.
He told Micky he couldn’t live without a couple things, and they’d laughed over the way it would be, of course, cigarettes and designer boots. Neither mentioned Junsu but Jaejoong had the sick feeling Micky was thinking it, the way his mouth curled into a smile and the way he asked about Jaejoong’s childhood, about the friends he didn’t have and the one he did and you already know this, idiot, Jaejoong had replied.
The house looks nothing like the old pictures from the attic of Junsu’s second house before the fire. Jaejoong can barely picture a young family with a smiling mother and father and two little boys standing outside of here - that idea is as broken and ruined as this rundown front door.
He doesn’t knock. It’s open.
Junsu is sitting cross-legged in the hallway in front of the two bedrooms, humming a melody Jaejoong almost recognizes. There’s nothing in his hands and his clothes look rumpled like he’s been wearing them too long, but his face is clean. He sees Jaejoong before Jaejoong sees him, and the patchwork smile he shoots up at him makes Jaejoong shake.
“Tag.” Junsu says, husky-whisper words. “I think you caught me.”
“I think I did.” Jaejoong replies, and hopes his voice isn’t breaking the way his heart is.
Junsu falls into his open arms.
Author: kayjayloves
Length: 1/1
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: romance
Rating: PG
Warning: some cussing
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: He never liked summer much; it still reminds him too much of dandelion memories, the kind that plant roots and grow weeds in the wasteland of his thoughts.
Comments: for purplehaze_33 as very late birthday gift ♥ I actually have something else planned but this wrote itself. for dbsk_flashfic challenge 25: Without Holding, original post is here.
There's a calico kitten prancing across a rooftop
Smiling at the grey withered sky
He's watching all the cars as they pass by
- Calico Kitten, Backseat Goodbye
Jaejoong wakes up to Saturday morning mix tapes with his feet sprawled out in the backseat of his rundown car. His heart is somewhere in Ohio. The stereo goes just get on with a life that you love and his heart goes thump and his memories rush downstream.
Only dreams shatter like a bat to fragile windows. He remembers fourteen in the backyard of his mind, when smoking was cool and his Korean-American friend who didn’t answer to anything but an American name got in a fight - and used that baseball bat to break the front windshield of someone’s car.
It was Junsu’s bat.
Jaejoong pulls out of the parking lot, switches the station and hears the forecast for the day - sunny and too hot. He never liked summer much; it still reminds him too much of dandelion memories, the kind that plant roots and grow weeds in the wasteland of his thoughts. Angels aren’t much different, with their charmed eyes and their hands to guide him straight past calamity when all he wants is fire.
Fire and brimstone and a little bit of pain for the freeway.
Junsu always was a bit of an angel.
Jaejoong didn’t tell anyone he was leaving, and before he turned his phone off there were fifteen unread messages and a missed call from his mother. His sisters think it’s funny; his mother is worried sick. Jaejoong thinks he’s finally free, on the highway with only his wallet and the note taped to the dashboard.
15th Street, Junsu had written, except there was more but it was crossed out and wrinkled, too worn to understand. Jaejoong had found it on the trashed floor of Junsu’s apartment, in the middle of “That fucke-“ and “Where the hell is he?”
And if anything makes sense, it’s Junsu gone. Micky had predicted it first, in between good-natured frustration at the way Junsu insisted on calling him Yoochun and stealing the contents of Jaejoong’s cupboard. “You’re going to off and leave some day aren’t you?” He’d asked Junsu, sudden.
And Junsu had laughed, eu kyang kyang.
Jaejoong veers off the highway towards an exit, poorly marked and just barely noticeable. It’s ironic, for someone so obvious to disappear to somewhere so discreet. Ironic like the way he’s following him in the first place.
He told Micky he couldn’t live without a couple things, and they’d laughed over the way it would be, of course, cigarettes and designer boots. Neither mentioned Junsu but Jaejoong had the sick feeling Micky was thinking it, the way his mouth curled into a smile and the way he asked about Jaejoong’s childhood, about the friends he didn’t have and the one he did and you already know this, idiot, Jaejoong had replied.
The house looks nothing like the old pictures from the attic of Junsu’s second house before the fire. Jaejoong can barely picture a young family with a smiling mother and father and two little boys standing outside of here - that idea is as broken and ruined as this rundown front door.
He doesn’t knock. It’s open.
Junsu is sitting cross-legged in the hallway in front of the two bedrooms, humming a melody Jaejoong almost recognizes. There’s nothing in his hands and his clothes look rumpled like he’s been wearing them too long, but his face is clean. He sees Jaejoong before Jaejoong sees him, and the patchwork smile he shoots up at him makes Jaejoong shake.
“Tag.” Junsu says, husky-whisper words. “I think you caught me.”
“I think I did.” Jaejoong replies, and hopes his voice isn’t breaking the way his heart is.
Junsu falls into his open arms.