Broken [writing]
Title: Broken
Focus: YunHo, YooChun
Word Count: 695
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Notes: Dedicated to jaejoongah and story_by_number. I blame our late night conversations about YunChun.
It's the fourth night in a row that YooChun has come back late. JaeJoong shifts in his bed and YunHo knows he's awake. He wants to have a talk with their younger bandmate, but as he moves to sit up, YunHo's ey catches his and he is still again. It's obvious umma will concede to appa. The bandleader should be the one to handle these kinds of issues, anyway.
When YunHo awakens the next morning, only YooChun is still in bed. Stretching, the older boy goes into the bathroom, procrastinating on his duty. Just giving YooChun some time, he tells himself as he shaves away the little hairs on his face.
YooChun is still asleep when YunHo returns to the bedroom. From the way he groans when the curtains are pulled back, YunHo can guess he probably has a hangover. The older boy says nothing, waiting for YooChun to open his eyes. Meanwhile, his hand feathers softly over YooChun's forehead, brushing stray strands of hair away. The younger boy groans and bats YunHo's hand away. DongBang's leader pulls back immediately, but slowly.
"You're going to give me a talk now?" YooChun mumbles, barely audible. His voice is thick like cotton and his mouth stinks from the alcohol and cigarettes of last night.
YunHo shrugs, looking to the side, away from YooChun's face. "I was planning on it. But has it ever worked before?"
It's a rhetorical question and YooChun knows it. He responds only by pushing the blankets back and rolling out of bed. "Let me take a leak first."
YunHo sits back and waits, watching as YooChun stumbles out of the bedroom, a small piece of his heart breaking off with the other's broken gait.
After YooChun zips up his pants, his eyes move to gaze at the image reflected in the mirror. Slowly, he steps in front of it, fingers lightly tracing his own gaunt features. The bags under his eyes are particularly bad today and his hair is a stringy mess. He looks like shit. Ugly, he reminds himself. Is that why YunHo wouldn't look at him earlier?
When he returns to the bedroom, the obligatory speech and warnings flow from YunHo's mouth. YooChun's heard it so many times, he practically has it memorized. All he can really focus on at this point is YunHo's mouth, moving in half-time in his mind to form the words. He remembers the last time those lips were pressed against his own. The force behind them had been needy and urgent now, unlike the dull monologue that escapes his mouth now. Licking at his own lips, he doesn't see that YunHo's looking back, remembering another incident.
"Do you love me?" YooChun asks, running his fingers up and down YunHo's chest. His eyes are large and curious. It's almost like they can see right into his heart. Like they could pick up any lie.
YunHo smiles confidently and leans in to press a gentle kiss to his lover's forehead. "Always. I promise."
But that was in the past. The older boy no longer holds any delusions related to that word -- always. Always is a broken promise. But he has no right to be bitter, because it was his promise to break.
YooChun's eyes move from YunHo's lips to his eyes. Behind them, he sees defeat. He knows he has YunHo in the palm of his hand. No matter what he says, there isn't much the leadershii won't let YooChun get away with. But it's all pity and guilt and the younger musician's pride won't let him stand for any of that. He doesn't need to be reminded of how pathetic he is.
When the lecture is done with, YunHo doesn't even bother to ask if YooChun understands. As he passes through the doorway, he knows it'll be another night YooChun comes back late. And he's fully aware of the blame he needs to take for it.
Mianhae... I'm sorry I can't help you.
Focus: YunHo, YooChun
Word Count: 695
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Notes: Dedicated to jaejoongah and story_by_number. I blame our late night conversations about YunChun.
It's the fourth night in a row that YooChun has come back late. JaeJoong shifts in his bed and YunHo knows he's awake. He wants to have a talk with their younger bandmate, but as he moves to sit up, YunHo's ey catches his and he is still again. It's obvious umma will concede to appa. The bandleader should be the one to handle these kinds of issues, anyway.
When YunHo awakens the next morning, only YooChun is still in bed. Stretching, the older boy goes into the bathroom, procrastinating on his duty. Just giving YooChun some time, he tells himself as he shaves away the little hairs on his face.
YooChun is still asleep when YunHo returns to the bedroom. From the way he groans when the curtains are pulled back, YunHo can guess he probably has a hangover. The older boy says nothing, waiting for YooChun to open his eyes. Meanwhile, his hand feathers softly over YooChun's forehead, brushing stray strands of hair away. The younger boy groans and bats YunHo's hand away. DongBang's leader pulls back immediately, but slowly.
"You're going to give me a talk now?" YooChun mumbles, barely audible. His voice is thick like cotton and his mouth stinks from the alcohol and cigarettes of last night.
YunHo shrugs, looking to the side, away from YooChun's face. "I was planning on it. But has it ever worked before?"
It's a rhetorical question and YooChun knows it. He responds only by pushing the blankets back and rolling out of bed. "Let me take a leak first."
YunHo sits back and waits, watching as YooChun stumbles out of the bedroom, a small piece of his heart breaking off with the other's broken gait.
After YooChun zips up his pants, his eyes move to gaze at the image reflected in the mirror. Slowly, he steps in front of it, fingers lightly tracing his own gaunt features. The bags under his eyes are particularly bad today and his hair is a stringy mess. He looks like shit. Ugly, he reminds himself. Is that why YunHo wouldn't look at him earlier?
When he returns to the bedroom, the obligatory speech and warnings flow from YunHo's mouth. YooChun's heard it so many times, he practically has it memorized. All he can really focus on at this point is YunHo's mouth, moving in half-time in his mind to form the words. He remembers the last time those lips were pressed against his own. The force behind them had been needy and urgent now, unlike the dull monologue that escapes his mouth now. Licking at his own lips, he doesn't see that YunHo's looking back, remembering another incident.
"Do you love me?" YooChun asks, running his fingers up and down YunHo's chest. His eyes are large and curious. It's almost like they can see right into his heart. Like they could pick up any lie.
YunHo smiles confidently and leans in to press a gentle kiss to his lover's forehead. "Always. I promise."
But that was in the past. The older boy no longer holds any delusions related to that word -- always. Always is a broken promise. But he has no right to be bitter, because it was his promise to break.
YooChun's eyes move from YunHo's lips to his eyes. Behind them, he sees defeat. He knows he has YunHo in the palm of his hand. No matter what he says, there isn't much the leadershii won't let YooChun get away with. But it's all pity and guilt and the younger musician's pride won't let him stand for any of that. He doesn't need to be reminded of how pathetic he is.
When the lecture is done with, YunHo doesn't even bother to ask if YooChun understands. As he passes through the doorway, he knows it'll be another night YooChun comes back late. And he's fully aware of the blame he needs to take for it.
Mianhae... I'm sorry I can't help you.