[FIC] Working Through It (Yoosu / OT5)
FANDOM: TVXQ
TITLE: Working Through the Pain
AUTHOR: Rangiku.Charlize
GENRE: Romance, Fluff
RATING: G
PAIRING: YooSu (Background YunJae and OT5)
SUMMARY: After Budokan, Yoochun rethinks their efforts.
WARNINGS: None really, kind of angsty, happy ending though…?
DISCLAIMER: The usual. I do not own, though I wish I did.
AN: Dedicated to anoukinparis for her birthday, sorry I’m so late! Also for Yoochun’s birthday…? Hope you like it! What's more is that this is also inspired by part 7/7 of DBSK on SBS Star Show. It was so sad hearing about that stuff…and I feel bad for writing angst for Yoochun’s and Anoukinparis’s birthday…SORRY! There’s a happy ending anyway :D
The van was quiet as they returned to their apartment after their final performance at Budokan. Their manager had gone home for the night and it seemed the driver was focused on keeping his eyes and senses on the road. Changmin’s head rested against the window, his eyes watching the scenery fly by. Jaejoong sat between their youngest and Yunho. He was seemingly asleep on the younger ones shoulder, yet Yoochun could see that their hands were intertwined and they were whispering quietly to each other as the black head nodded slightly.
Looking at his bandmates, Yoochun knew all too well what was going through their minds. The scene replayed itself in his head, the harmonizing of “Proud” stuck in his head and the feelings that had welled up from deep within returning to the surface. His vision blurred and he sniffed lightly.
A brush against his own hand shocked him at first, but the comforting presence beside him took away the tension in his muscles. Looking over, he was met but his lover’s eyes. Junsu’s look was comforting yet concerned. He was silent as there was no need for words, the air between them thickening with tension. Junsu also understood the emotions that enveloped the silence, and simply offered his comfort to him.
And Yoochun took it. Their arms and hands intertwined comfortably. The calm washed over him and he did not say nor think of anything for the reminder of the trip, glad that the other was providing him with such a sanctuary.
The van eventually arrived at their destination and he and his bandmates crawled out of the car. Eyes stretched open, yawns stifled, and hands drawn apart. They were leaving the van therefore the skin ship was to be kept to a minimal. Nevertheless, they kept close, the warmth keeping their senses awake and their minds sane.
The chauffer led them up the stairs and into the apartment. As soon as the doors were closed, Yunho and Jaejoong took the time to makes sure that said doors were locked properly, the windows shut and latched into place, the curtains tightly drawn and that nothing was out of place.
Sensing that they were done, Changmin shuffled off to his room where Yoochun knew he would take a quick shower and head straight to bed. He turned his attention to the living room. Yunho lay on the couch and sighed as Jaejoong settled against him.
He didn’t watch them for long before a hand took his. Glancing down, smiling hazel eyes met his and his heart became warm. He was led into a different room where Junsu had him lay down. There was a soft kiss on his brow and suddenly he had to break the silence that he lingering since the concert had closed.
But he was beaten to it, “Welcome home,”
The soft voice brought tears to his eyes and he enveloped the soft body within his arms. Junsu welcomed the touch and tucked his head beneath his chin.
“Home?” He asked, trying to blink away the tears.
“Yeah, home.” He paused and gave him the most brilliant smile Yoochun had ever seen. “We made it, Chunnie,” he said, cupping the older man’s face in his hands, “We made it!” And Yoochun watched the same tears of happiness that flowed from his eyes well up in Junsu’s.
The salty water slipped out and Yoochun’s chest felt like it would explode from the happiness he felt. He didn’t want to contain it anymore. A smile spread his lips wide and he lunged towards the smaller man.
Those two years in Japan had been harder than anything he had experienced in his life. Moving away from home to train in Korea had been close, but the harsh reality that came with the foreign country had been discouraging. After all the training and stress and finally getting to the top in their home country, they were shipped off to a new start across an ocean where no one knew them.
And it had been hard going from success to nothing and working up from the bottom again. How hard it was to get onto shows, how hard it was to understand anything, and the awkwardness that had followed. Nonetheless, they had made it. Now they were record holding artists.
The passion he had felt while singing their finale had shook him to the core, and now he knew. They had a home where they were welcome.
He laughed and suddenly it was contagious. Junsu was laughing right along with him. Unexpectedly, the two years of hard work and misery had paid off. He had a solid family now. He had Junsu. Junsu’s arms closed around him tightly and Yoochun cried of joy.
“Su…look at me Su…” Junsu drew slightly away and Yoochun dug his fingers into the brown hair. His eyes met his lover’s and they looked as if they were searching for something. Finally, Yoochun smiled widely and said, “Thank you,”
Junsu seemed shocked, “What for?”
Yoochun chuckled, “Thank you for laughing, thank you for telling us jokes, thank you for encouraging us, bust most of all, thank you for loving me.” He kissed him softly on the lips, trying to convey his love and hope to him. “I love you,” Yoochun stroked his hair and gave him a watery smile, “With all my heart and soul and everything I can give.”
The younger’s smile was communicable of his joy and all of a sudden, the tears of joy slid down his face in soft rivulets and his hand raised to his face to wipe his nose. He let himself be drawn into Yoochun’s arms and said with a choked voice, “I love you too, Chun…” He laughed, “So much!”
Then the door was opening and Junsu spun around to see a red eyed Changmin. Yoochun grinned and Junsu giggled. A smile tugged at Changmin’s lips and suddenly Junsu was vaulting off the bed to launch himself at his dongsaeng. Two more laughter’s rung in the air as Yunho and Jaejoong flew into the group hug and pushed them back to the bed.
That night, they pushed together three beds and slept tightly against each other. Yoochun glanced over Junsu’s sleeping shoulder. Yunho fit snugly behind Jae, spooning lightly like he had always been there, fitting so perfectly with his own lover. Jaejoong held Changmin close, the younger boy’s head under his chin and his body curled into a light ball. They were beautiful, but not nearly as gorgeous as the man who faced him.
Swiping a stray hair form his lover’s face, Yoochun bit his lip as the delight of their evening swelled within him once more. It would take another few days before the sensation would go away.
And Yoochun was proud. Proud of their work, proud of their commitment, proud of their perseverance…yet there was nothing he was most proud of than their love.
So yes I know, kind of useless/cheesy and it doesn’t really have a point, but yeah…
Take pity on me! I don’t write YooSu much at all, since my OTP in YunJae…Be nice…?
TITLE: Working Through the Pain
AUTHOR: Rangiku.Charlize
GENRE: Romance, Fluff
RATING: G
PAIRING: YooSu (Background YunJae and OT5)
SUMMARY: After Budokan, Yoochun rethinks their efforts.
WARNINGS: None really, kind of angsty, happy ending though…?
DISCLAIMER: The usual. I do not own, though I wish I did.
AN: Dedicated to anoukinparis for her birthday, sorry I’m so late! Also for Yoochun’s birthday…? Hope you like it! What's more is that this is also inspired by part 7/7 of DBSK on SBS Star Show. It was so sad hearing about that stuff…and I feel bad for writing angst for Yoochun’s and Anoukinparis’s birthday…SORRY! There’s a happy ending anyway :D
The van was quiet as they returned to their apartment after their final performance at Budokan. Their manager had gone home for the night and it seemed the driver was focused on keeping his eyes and senses on the road. Changmin’s head rested against the window, his eyes watching the scenery fly by. Jaejoong sat between their youngest and Yunho. He was seemingly asleep on the younger ones shoulder, yet Yoochun could see that their hands were intertwined and they were whispering quietly to each other as the black head nodded slightly.
Looking at his bandmates, Yoochun knew all too well what was going through their minds. The scene replayed itself in his head, the harmonizing of “Proud” stuck in his head and the feelings that had welled up from deep within returning to the surface. His vision blurred and he sniffed lightly.
A brush against his own hand shocked him at first, but the comforting presence beside him took away the tension in his muscles. Looking over, he was met but his lover’s eyes. Junsu’s look was comforting yet concerned. He was silent as there was no need for words, the air between them thickening with tension. Junsu also understood the emotions that enveloped the silence, and simply offered his comfort to him.
And Yoochun took it. Their arms and hands intertwined comfortably. The calm washed over him and he did not say nor think of anything for the reminder of the trip, glad that the other was providing him with such a sanctuary.
The van eventually arrived at their destination and he and his bandmates crawled out of the car. Eyes stretched open, yawns stifled, and hands drawn apart. They were leaving the van therefore the skin ship was to be kept to a minimal. Nevertheless, they kept close, the warmth keeping their senses awake and their minds sane.
The chauffer led them up the stairs and into the apartment. As soon as the doors were closed, Yunho and Jaejoong took the time to makes sure that said doors were locked properly, the windows shut and latched into place, the curtains tightly drawn and that nothing was out of place.
Sensing that they were done, Changmin shuffled off to his room where Yoochun knew he would take a quick shower and head straight to bed. He turned his attention to the living room. Yunho lay on the couch and sighed as Jaejoong settled against him.
He didn’t watch them for long before a hand took his. Glancing down, smiling hazel eyes met his and his heart became warm. He was led into a different room where Junsu had him lay down. There was a soft kiss on his brow and suddenly he had to break the silence that he lingering since the concert had closed.
But he was beaten to it, “Welcome home,”
The soft voice brought tears to his eyes and he enveloped the soft body within his arms. Junsu welcomed the touch and tucked his head beneath his chin.
“Home?” He asked, trying to blink away the tears.
“Yeah, home.” He paused and gave him the most brilliant smile Yoochun had ever seen. “We made it, Chunnie,” he said, cupping the older man’s face in his hands, “We made it!” And Yoochun watched the same tears of happiness that flowed from his eyes well up in Junsu’s.
The salty water slipped out and Yoochun’s chest felt like it would explode from the happiness he felt. He didn’t want to contain it anymore. A smile spread his lips wide and he lunged towards the smaller man.
Those two years in Japan had been harder than anything he had experienced in his life. Moving away from home to train in Korea had been close, but the harsh reality that came with the foreign country had been discouraging. After all the training and stress and finally getting to the top in their home country, they were shipped off to a new start across an ocean where no one knew them.
And it had been hard going from success to nothing and working up from the bottom again. How hard it was to get onto shows, how hard it was to understand anything, and the awkwardness that had followed. Nonetheless, they had made it. Now they were record holding artists.
The passion he had felt while singing their finale had shook him to the core, and now he knew. They had a home where they were welcome.
He laughed and suddenly it was contagious. Junsu was laughing right along with him. Unexpectedly, the two years of hard work and misery had paid off. He had a solid family now. He had Junsu. Junsu’s arms closed around him tightly and Yoochun cried of joy.
“Su…look at me Su…” Junsu drew slightly away and Yoochun dug his fingers into the brown hair. His eyes met his lover’s and they looked as if they were searching for something. Finally, Yoochun smiled widely and said, “Thank you,”
Junsu seemed shocked, “What for?”
Yoochun chuckled, “Thank you for laughing, thank you for telling us jokes, thank you for encouraging us, bust most of all, thank you for loving me.” He kissed him softly on the lips, trying to convey his love and hope to him. “I love you,” Yoochun stroked his hair and gave him a watery smile, “With all my heart and soul and everything I can give.”
The younger’s smile was communicable of his joy and all of a sudden, the tears of joy slid down his face in soft rivulets and his hand raised to his face to wipe his nose. He let himself be drawn into Yoochun’s arms and said with a choked voice, “I love you too, Chun…” He laughed, “So much!”
Then the door was opening and Junsu spun around to see a red eyed Changmin. Yoochun grinned and Junsu giggled. A smile tugged at Changmin’s lips and suddenly Junsu was vaulting off the bed to launch himself at his dongsaeng. Two more laughter’s rung in the air as Yunho and Jaejoong flew into the group hug and pushed them back to the bed.
That night, they pushed together three beds and slept tightly against each other. Yoochun glanced over Junsu’s sleeping shoulder. Yunho fit snugly behind Jae, spooning lightly like he had always been there, fitting so perfectly with his own lover. Jaejoong held Changmin close, the younger boy’s head under his chin and his body curled into a light ball. They were beautiful, but not nearly as gorgeous as the man who faced him.
Swiping a stray hair form his lover’s face, Yoochun bit his lip as the delight of their evening swelled within him once more. It would take another few days before the sensation would go away.
And Yoochun was proud. Proud of their work, proud of their commitment, proud of their perseverance…yet there was nothing he was most proud of than their love.
So yes I know, kind of useless/cheesy and it doesn’t really have a point, but yeah…
Take pity on me! I don’t write YooSu much at all, since my OTP in YunJae…Be nice…?