68. Silence Sings 5/8
Title: Silence Sings 5/8
Summary: Yunho finds himself whisked from a dull world into one that makes no sense; a smaller world full of a song that lures with dark, deep eyes.
Characters/Pairings: YunJae. DBSK and random others.
Genre: Fantasy/Drama/Romance.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own them. :3
AN: Please see the notes! :O This was inspired very very slightly from Sinbad and Diana Wynne Jones! Silence Sings is set in Brazil.
Notes ll Character Profiles ll Soundtrack ll A r c h i v e
The dance, a bid, a matinee
It's a faint, a brief affinity, it's a touch when it shouldn't be
But it's all right
- Maria Taylor
When Jaejoong finally speaks again, Yunho is half asleep. He says, "I don't owe you anything, but I feel..."
Yunho stops what he's doing and looks over. Jaejoong is watching him, and it looks like he never spoke. Yunho's momentarily convinced he's going crazy.
"I'm sorry." Yunho says. "Well, no I'm not, but still."
Jaejoong says nothing more, and Yunho doesn't push it.
But he wants too. He can't sleep that night - it's no accident - the words repeat in his skull, ricocheting - I owe you nothing, but I feel...
Yunho wakes up to yelling, Junsu is going off about something on the phone, and it's distracting. When he enters Jaejoong's room, the Siren is pressed against the corner of the bed, as far from the door as he can get.
"C'mon," Yunho says. "Hwangbo's out, you can take a bath."
"Take me out." Jaejoong replies, his voice smooth, not real enough. "I want to go out with you."
Yunho pauses. "You can't run away. The spell will restrict your movement."
"I have no need to escape." The Siren replies, "She can't steal my song. She doesn't understand it, remember it..." He fades off, eyes distant and seeing other things entirely.
"Then why were you silent?"
"Your language stings my lips."
Yunho doesn't disagree, but finds he wants to keep the Siren talking. "What language do you speak, then? Something ancient?" It's mocking, he knows, but they're not friends and Yunho can't help it.
"I sing. Language doesn't matter."
The student shrugs and hands Jaejoong a jacket - it's Junsu's but still loose; even though he's been eating, he still has yet to gain back his golden palour. "It's cold outside. How long has it been since you've stepped foot on land?"
"A long time." Jaejoong replies. "I want to see the world if I'm meant to live on it."
"Don't get your hopes up." Yunho says, but regrets it at the return of Jaejoong's closed expression, dark eyes humourless. Yunho suddenly wants to make the Siren happy - see anything similar to the smile he showed when he first set eyes on him, when he was safe and unrobbed - as dark as it had been.
"She'll let you go when you give her your song." Right? Yunho almost says, to reassure himself. He doesn't understand.
Jaejoong is back to silence.
"I can't tour you around, but you can come to class with me."
The Siren just follows Yunho out, that musical silence in his wake; Yunho is so used to it that if it stops, he thinks the world will stop too. He wonders if all Sirens sing this, if they change their pitch, could they lure the entire world?
Yunho is pulled out of his thoughts when Jaejoong touches his arm, then points. The train is about to leave, and Yunho curses, rushing towards it. The two barely make it in on time, and when the student looks over to Jaejoong, he sees a peculiar expression: he looks normal, like a human teenager, and his black hair is disheveled.
"Welcome to Brazil."
The train is on time, as usual, but Yunho is late to class. Jaejoong had surprised him, stopping at an old bookstore, and going in. Yunho of course, followed him in and was observing as Jaejoong curiously examined the shelves. He only got him out with promise of returning after class.
They get there about five minutes late, and Yunho is slightly annoyed. It wasn't so bad in the train - but here, lots of heads are turning to look at the rare beauty Jaejoong possesses; and Yunho hopes that the hum that follows him has something to do with it.
In class, Micky waves him over, looking interested but confused.
"Who's your friend?" He asks, giving Jaejoong his most charming smile. The Siren makes little response, if not ignores him, and Yunho shrugs.
"You know."
"Oh, right." Micky sighs, "I still don't believe you."
"You don't have too." Yunho mumbles. "No one ever does."
"I'll just stay out of it, right?" Micky chuckles. "But he's pretty."
"Shuddup."
After class, Yunho follows through with his promise and they're back in the bookstore.
"Can you even read?" Yunho grumps, but Jaejoong isn't really skimming through the books this time - he's alert; looking for something. "Hey-" Yunho says, suddenly suspicious, but the Siren stops anyways, nearly walking into one of the store's occupants.
The two stare at each other, and Yunho is already reaching for his mobile when Jaejoong speaks, "What are you doing here, Púca?"
Yunho calls Hwangbo because he's seen this one before; things - he's not sure which to trust - are starting to go wrong. But maybe they always have been.
"Waiting." Max replies, eyes flick back to Yunho and he's grinning. "Collecting. Wasting time, bringing bad luck, all the things Púca like to do. I know, I'm boring."
Yunho finds Jaejoong's wrist, pulls him back. "We need to go."
Jaejoong lets himself be pulled out of the store, and on the less crowded train back, Yunho goes off.
"How do you know him?"
"I don't."
"You obviously do."
"No. Once, I lured him, but he escaped." The Siren says, staring blankly out the windows, legs crossed and chin resting in his hand. Yunho frowns,
He hasn't, I thought you can't get free, and is at least glad that when they return, Hwangbo isn't there.
Sometimes Jaejoong doesn't eat, or drink, or get out of bed. One day he will be decent and talk, on others he will be as he was when he was first trapped in the small room, brought back cold and laconic.
(Hwangbo has taken to threatening more physically, and the Siren just deals with it because he hasn't much choice; her frustration only serves his unsatisfying victory.)
It's been two days since he's eaten and he's looking worse for wear. Yunho pulls him up and into the bathroom, intent on getting him out of this bout of depression, but still he's unresponsive.
Though Yunho can't blame him. A Siren without a voice will eventually lose it's song. Yunho wants to hear him sing, but at the same time, he's afraid, knows what the powerful spell can do to him (doesn't know what it can't).
"You know I could take this off and you'd be free to go?" Yunho asks when he begins to routinely undress the Siren, who has learned not to look in the mirror - he can see himself and his sea, so he leans against the counter and stares at Yunho's chest. Jaejoong doesn't reply, just lifts his arms to assist the student in removing his shirt.
It had been scary, really, when Jaejoong sang. Hwangbo had been angry enough not to open the club for a few days, looking pale and as sick as the Siren. But she had taken what she was given, sang them back in words Yunho could understand. It seemed to effect Jaejoong in such a way that his eyes grew emptier, and his face more hollow. It's a delicate scale they balance, and Yunho wants to know how it got that way.
"So you don't care?" Yunho queries, holding the wrist with the wooden spell.
I don't know. The Siren says nothing, but Yunho hears it, loud and clear. That's when Yunho notices how near Jaejoong is; arms snake around his neck and he pulls him closer, running fingers through auburn hair, closer until they're kissing and -
The bathwater is left forgotten, getting cold as Yunho moves closer still, deepening their intimacy. Jaejoong kisses him hard, needy, and Yunho responds similarly; nipping and demanding entrance with his tongue.
They break apart for breath only, Jaejoong running a hand up and under Yunho's shirt then down, farther. The student suppresses a moan that Jaejoong catches in another kiss, short, and then he steps back: two flushed faces and Jaejoong's dark, dark eyes.
The Siren slips out of the rest of his clothes and into the bathtub, beckoning. Yunho's wrist is still in his hand, "Yunho,"
and he realizes it's the first time Jaejoong has ever said his name.
"Spells work two ways."
AN: I apologize that this is so late! Real life has been taking control! haha ~ next chapter by Friday, I hope! :3
Summary: Yunho finds himself whisked from a dull world into one that makes no sense; a smaller world full of a song that lures with dark, deep eyes.
Characters/Pairings: YunJae. DBSK and random others.
Genre: Fantasy/Drama/Romance.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own them. :3
AN: Please see the notes! :O This was inspired very very slightly from Sinbad and Diana Wynne Jones! Silence Sings is set in Brazil.
Notes ll Character Profiles ll Soundtrack ll A r c h i v e
The dance, a bid, a matinee
It's a faint, a brief affinity, it's a touch when it shouldn't be
But it's all right
- Maria Taylor
When Jaejoong finally speaks again, Yunho is half asleep. He says, "I don't owe you anything, but I feel..."
Yunho stops what he's doing and looks over. Jaejoong is watching him, and it looks like he never spoke. Yunho's momentarily convinced he's going crazy.
"I'm sorry." Yunho says. "Well, no I'm not, but still."
Jaejoong says nothing more, and Yunho doesn't push it.
But he wants too. He can't sleep that night - it's no accident - the words repeat in his skull, ricocheting - I owe you nothing, but I feel...
Yunho wakes up to yelling, Junsu is going off about something on the phone, and it's distracting. When he enters Jaejoong's room, the Siren is pressed against the corner of the bed, as far from the door as he can get.
"C'mon," Yunho says. "Hwangbo's out, you can take a bath."
"Take me out." Jaejoong replies, his voice smooth, not real enough. "I want to go out with you."
Yunho pauses. "You can't run away. The spell will restrict your movement."
"I have no need to escape." The Siren replies, "She can't steal my song. She doesn't understand it, remember it..." He fades off, eyes distant and seeing other things entirely.
"Then why were you silent?"
"Your language stings my lips."
Yunho doesn't disagree, but finds he wants to keep the Siren talking. "What language do you speak, then? Something ancient?" It's mocking, he knows, but they're not friends and Yunho can't help it.
"I sing. Language doesn't matter."
The student shrugs and hands Jaejoong a jacket - it's Junsu's but still loose; even though he's been eating, he still has yet to gain back his golden palour. "It's cold outside. How long has it been since you've stepped foot on land?"
"A long time." Jaejoong replies. "I want to see the world if I'm meant to live on it."
"Don't get your hopes up." Yunho says, but regrets it at the return of Jaejoong's closed expression, dark eyes humourless. Yunho suddenly wants to make the Siren happy - see anything similar to the smile he showed when he first set eyes on him, when he was safe and unrobbed - as dark as it had been.
"She'll let you go when you give her your song." Right? Yunho almost says, to reassure himself. He doesn't understand.
Jaejoong is back to silence.
"I can't tour you around, but you can come to class with me."
The Siren just follows Yunho out, that musical silence in his wake; Yunho is so used to it that if it stops, he thinks the world will stop too. He wonders if all Sirens sing this, if they change their pitch, could they lure the entire world?
Yunho is pulled out of his thoughts when Jaejoong touches his arm, then points. The train is about to leave, and Yunho curses, rushing towards it. The two barely make it in on time, and when the student looks over to Jaejoong, he sees a peculiar expression: he looks normal, like a human teenager, and his black hair is disheveled.
"Welcome to Brazil."
The train is on time, as usual, but Yunho is late to class. Jaejoong had surprised him, stopping at an old bookstore, and going in. Yunho of course, followed him in and was observing as Jaejoong curiously examined the shelves. He only got him out with promise of returning after class.
They get there about five minutes late, and Yunho is slightly annoyed. It wasn't so bad in the train - but here, lots of heads are turning to look at the rare beauty Jaejoong possesses; and Yunho hopes that the hum that follows him has something to do with it.
In class, Micky waves him over, looking interested but confused.
"Who's your friend?" He asks, giving Jaejoong his most charming smile. The Siren makes little response, if not ignores him, and Yunho shrugs.
"You know."
"Oh, right." Micky sighs, "I still don't believe you."
"You don't have too." Yunho mumbles. "No one ever does."
"I'll just stay out of it, right?" Micky chuckles. "But he's pretty."
"Shuddup."
After class, Yunho follows through with his promise and they're back in the bookstore.
"Can you even read?" Yunho grumps, but Jaejoong isn't really skimming through the books this time - he's alert; looking for something. "Hey-" Yunho says, suddenly suspicious, but the Siren stops anyways, nearly walking into one of the store's occupants.
The two stare at each other, and Yunho is already reaching for his mobile when Jaejoong speaks, "What are you doing here, Púca?"
Yunho calls Hwangbo because he's seen this one before; things - he's not sure which to trust - are starting to go wrong. But maybe they always have been.
"Waiting." Max replies, eyes flick back to Yunho and he's grinning. "Collecting. Wasting time, bringing bad luck, all the things Púca like to do. I know, I'm boring."
Yunho finds Jaejoong's wrist, pulls him back. "We need to go."
Jaejoong lets himself be pulled out of the store, and on the less crowded train back, Yunho goes off.
"How do you know him?"
"I don't."
"You obviously do."
"No. Once, I lured him, but he escaped." The Siren says, staring blankly out the windows, legs crossed and chin resting in his hand. Yunho frowns,
He hasn't, I thought you can't get free, and is at least glad that when they return, Hwangbo isn't there.
Sometimes Jaejoong doesn't eat, or drink, or get out of bed. One day he will be decent and talk, on others he will be as he was when he was first trapped in the small room, brought back cold and laconic.
(Hwangbo has taken to threatening more physically, and the Siren just deals with it because he hasn't much choice; her frustration only serves his unsatisfying victory.)
It's been two days since he's eaten and he's looking worse for wear. Yunho pulls him up and into the bathroom, intent on getting him out of this bout of depression, but still he's unresponsive.
Though Yunho can't blame him. A Siren without a voice will eventually lose it's song. Yunho wants to hear him sing, but at the same time, he's afraid, knows what the powerful spell can do to him (doesn't know what it can't).
"You know I could take this off and you'd be free to go?" Yunho asks when he begins to routinely undress the Siren, who has learned not to look in the mirror - he can see himself and his sea, so he leans against the counter and stares at Yunho's chest. Jaejoong doesn't reply, just lifts his arms to assist the student in removing his shirt.
It had been scary, really, when Jaejoong sang. Hwangbo had been angry enough not to open the club for a few days, looking pale and as sick as the Siren. But she had taken what she was given, sang them back in words Yunho could understand. It seemed to effect Jaejoong in such a way that his eyes grew emptier, and his face more hollow. It's a delicate scale they balance, and Yunho wants to know how it got that way.
"So you don't care?" Yunho queries, holding the wrist with the wooden spell.
I don't know. The Siren says nothing, but Yunho hears it, loud and clear. That's when Yunho notices how near Jaejoong is; arms snake around his neck and he pulls him closer, running fingers through auburn hair, closer until they're kissing and -
The bathwater is left forgotten, getting cold as Yunho moves closer still, deepening their intimacy. Jaejoong kisses him hard, needy, and Yunho responds similarly; nipping and demanding entrance with his tongue.
They break apart for breath only, Jaejoong running a hand up and under Yunho's shirt then down, farther. The student suppresses a moan that Jaejoong catches in another kiss, short, and then he steps back: two flushed faces and Jaejoong's dark, dark eyes.
The Siren slips out of the rest of his clothes and into the bathtub, beckoning. Yunho's wrist is still in his hand, "Yunho,"
and he realizes it's the first time Jaejoong has ever said his name.
"Spells work two ways."
AN: I apologize that this is so late! Real life has been taking control! haha ~ next chapter by Friday, I hope! :3