drabbles; jaejoong/yunho | jaebeom-cen
fairytales;
(DBSK) Jaejoong/Yunho
pg, 171 words
fairytales derive from wishful thinking.
fairytales derive from wishful thinking.
jaejoong tells yunho this on the backseat of a borrowed company car, sprawled amongst green glass bottles. eyes open and drifting - yunho keeps his locked on the road up ahead.
listen, jaejoong says, shit, listen. think about it. the princess follows her morals and ends up with her happily ever after. soldiers die in battle with honor. it makes sense, just listen.
yunho laughs, short and unfocused. his heart hurts in more places than he can count, but that just might be from the alcohol. hangovers are easier to deal with when they're not on the road. i'm listening.
jaejoong drops his head on his shoulders, and yunho swerves past lane one - the sound of a policeman's radio.
do you think we'll have a happy ending?
yunho barks a laugh. sure, why not, he says, and pulls over.
but he can't help but to feel a sense of shame, anyway. since he'd been able to talk, yunho had always been told not to lie.
homecoming;
(2PM) jaebum-centric
g, 508 words
a take on jaebum's mother's point of view. for pinkfluffies.
"That's my boy, don't cry," Jaebum's mother croons in a lullaby lilt, cradling the sobbing child in her arms. "Don't cry, baby, don't be scared, it was just a dream-"
"But it was scary, Mommy, it was real," Jaebum sobs, crawling over his mother's arms and nuzzling a wet cheek into her neck. You are my protector, my guard, my everything- she holds him a little closer, strokes his hair as he presses himself tighter. So small, so vulnerable in more ways than one.
In his cradle, Jaehan starts to cry.
"It wasn't real, see baby? A nightmare, it was a nightmare, baby," she soothes, nudging her husband awake with a knee, patting Jaebum softly on the back. Jaebum makes a confused noise, his mother crooning as her husband pushes himself off the bed and makes his way to Jaehan's cradle, groaning.
"Sleep, sweetie, it was just a dream, it wasn't real, sleep," she murmurs, wrapping her arms tight around Jaebum and rocking them both, keeping him close.
"Can I stay?" he asks, eyes large and glowing in the dim of the room shrouded in near-shadow. "Yes, baby," she says softly, soothing, holding him impossibly tighter as Jaebum hiccups and shudders and unwinds in her arms, eyelids fluttering a close.
"That's my boy, don't cry," Jaebum's mother soothes, smoothing a hand over the bump of Jaebum's back under the blankets; he pretends he isn't shaking and she lets him pretend, so much easier for him to be strong and brave and - You are their leader, their guide, their everything - "I'm not."
"Did you have a bad dream?" His mother asks with a frown, worry lines wrinkled around her eyes and brow. Jaebum shakes his head, pressing the back of his hand to his eyelids.
"No, don't worry," he murmurs, curling under the covers, "It was nothing."
"Sweetie, if you want something to drink, I can get you some water," his mother prompts gently, managing a tired smile Jaebum cannot see. "Do you want anyth-"
"I'm fine," Jaebum says, slightly muffled into the pillow.
"Oh, alright," she says, voice a little hesitant and hurt but trying not to show it, giving his cheek a stroke. "Tell me if you have another nightmare," she tells him quietly, knowing full well he won't. Jaebum's mother makes the move to leave the bedroom but stills when something grabs hold of the back of her robe.
"Wait." Jaebum's face twists in frustration and something else, shame and confusion and perplexion and something as he tugs his mother's robe. "Is there something wrong?" she asks him quietly.
"Can you stay?" Jaebum rasps in a hoarse, scraped kind of voice she's not at all familiar with, a thought that makes her inexplicably sad- the way he used to, when Jaebum was a different person. His mother sits herself at the edge of the bed and continues her stroking with quiet, soothing murmurs for an answer.
There is not a thing in the world she would not give this boy.
(DBSK) Jaejoong/Yunho
pg, 171 words
fairytales derive from wishful thinking.
fairytales derive from wishful thinking.
jaejoong tells yunho this on the backseat of a borrowed company car, sprawled amongst green glass bottles. eyes open and drifting - yunho keeps his locked on the road up ahead.
listen, jaejoong says, shit, listen. think about it. the princess follows her morals and ends up with her happily ever after. soldiers die in battle with honor. it makes sense, just listen.
yunho laughs, short and unfocused. his heart hurts in more places than he can count, but that just might be from the alcohol. hangovers are easier to deal with when they're not on the road. i'm listening.
jaejoong drops his head on his shoulders, and yunho swerves past lane one - the sound of a policeman's radio.
do you think we'll have a happy ending?
yunho barks a laugh. sure, why not, he says, and pulls over.
but he can't help but to feel a sense of shame, anyway. since he'd been able to talk, yunho had always been told not to lie.
homecoming;
(2PM) jaebum-centric
g, 508 words
a take on jaebum's mother's point of view. for pinkfluffies.
"That's my boy, don't cry," Jaebum's mother croons in a lullaby lilt, cradling the sobbing child in her arms. "Don't cry, baby, don't be scared, it was just a dream-"
"But it was scary, Mommy, it was real," Jaebum sobs, crawling over his mother's arms and nuzzling a wet cheek into her neck. You are my protector, my guard, my everything- she holds him a little closer, strokes his hair as he presses himself tighter. So small, so vulnerable in more ways than one.
In his cradle, Jaehan starts to cry.
"It wasn't real, see baby? A nightmare, it was a nightmare, baby," she soothes, nudging her husband awake with a knee, patting Jaebum softly on the back. Jaebum makes a confused noise, his mother crooning as her husband pushes himself off the bed and makes his way to Jaehan's cradle, groaning.
"Sleep, sweetie, it was just a dream, it wasn't real, sleep," she murmurs, wrapping her arms tight around Jaebum and rocking them both, keeping him close.
"Can I stay?" he asks, eyes large and glowing in the dim of the room shrouded in near-shadow. "Yes, baby," she says softly, soothing, holding him impossibly tighter as Jaebum hiccups and shudders and unwinds in her arms, eyelids fluttering a close.
"That's my boy, don't cry," Jaebum's mother soothes, smoothing a hand over the bump of Jaebum's back under the blankets; he pretends he isn't shaking and she lets him pretend, so much easier for him to be strong and brave and - You are their leader, their guide, their everything - "I'm not."
"Did you have a bad dream?" His mother asks with a frown, worry lines wrinkled around her eyes and brow. Jaebum shakes his head, pressing the back of his hand to his eyelids.
"No, don't worry," he murmurs, curling under the covers, "It was nothing."
"Sweetie, if you want something to drink, I can get you some water," his mother prompts gently, managing a tired smile Jaebum cannot see. "Do you want anyth-"
"I'm fine," Jaebum says, slightly muffled into the pillow.
"Oh, alright," she says, voice a little hesitant and hurt but trying not to show it, giving his cheek a stroke. "Tell me if you have another nightmare," she tells him quietly, knowing full well he won't. Jaebum's mother makes the move to leave the bedroom but stills when something grabs hold of the back of her robe.
"Wait." Jaebum's face twists in frustration and something else, shame and confusion and perplexion and something as he tugs his mother's robe. "Is there something wrong?" she asks him quietly.
"Can you stay?" Jaebum rasps in a hoarse, scraped kind of voice she's not at all familiar with, a thought that makes her inexplicably sad- the way he used to, when Jaebum was a different person. His mother sits herself at the edge of the bed and continues her stroking with quiet, soothing murmurs for an answer.
There is not a thing in the world she would not give this boy.