This Is Not a Love Song; Track Two (Ft. Yoochun)
Jaejoong/FC
This female character is actually the same as the girl in TKN, but that's the only similarity between these two fics. Please also note that she is not Yoobin from WG. Read it if you like her, y/y? :)
Based off Yoochun's... inspirations for his composing work.
Track One
Track Two
Kim Jaejoong stirs awake with a sticky feeling on his right forearm. He feels like he’d just laid down on the bed merely a few hours ago, but now the curtains are drawn and sunrays are - annoyingly - tickling his eyelids.
Full from the fest they put up for Su's birthday, they’d come back in the early morning from random clubs and food stalls, and he thinks, sweaty from weak fever, he might have caught the flu too. His head feels heavy from all the buzzing voices and yes, the ice cold wind from outside.
A few minutes pass and his mind wanders. He reminisces the smiles, everybody getting all touchy-feely, and for once, being able to bring her along.
He suddenly remembers her, and shit, she lives at the other side of the city, did I send her in a cab or did she catch the first subway, and his heart stomps as he realizes he’d forgotten what had happened. He finally lifts his arm from his forehead, extending it to the table next to the bed, cell phone, quick, must check... and then he feels it.
There really is something sticky on his forearm.
He finally takes a look, half-opening an eye, only one, and then blinks both wide.
She’s sitting down on the bed, close next to him with her satin party dress and her hair uncontrollably wavy, the curls and tresses tousled and undone. Holding a white familiar-looking packet in one hand and a finger in the mouth, she’s blinking at him and slowly, her lips twist in a smile.
"Hello there, it’s time to wake up."
He then realises that there’s unknown music blasting in the appartment, that her hair’s wet and her eyes are light. Obviously she has no make-up on -wait, has she just got out of a shower?
"Why natto?" he groans at the substance that he most likely smeared all over his bed sheets.
"Because it's easier to find than strawberries and whipped cream in this house.”
"What about the chocolate paste from France that was in the upper-right case?"
"I ate it all while waiting for you to wake up. There wasn’t sufficient bread left, so I just went on with a spoon,” she says casually and after a glance of the clock, “It's already 4, just so you know."
Jaejoong’s a little groggy and he doesn’t understand the situation as well as he should. He sits up, supporting his weight on his clean arm, and says, “What didchu do to me when I was asleep?”
“Oh it’s nothing, just enough to make up for your neglect last night,” she says like it’s a matter of fact.
And then Jaejoong does something entirely unexpected.
He had lunged forward, and in a flurry of movement, Jaejoong has her pinned down on the bed. I’m all over her, he thinks, and in a very uncharismatic way, brainstorms on what to do next.
She’s shocked, and her mind goes blank after she’s unable to anticipate what Jaejoong is planning to do. It’s a bit awkward, but not quite so either, and after a moment the grip on her wrists loosens. Jaejoong doesn’t go away, though, and she can still feel the cool whip of air as he inhales and the warm breath on her cheek when he does the opposite.
They lock on each other’s gaze, each side unable to pull away. Jaejoong can’t seem to take it any longer, and he breaks the silence first.
"What's this song?"
It’s stark different from the one that was playing when he woke up.
“Dunno. Certainly not a love song,” she looks away.
“It sure sounds sexy to me.”
“And since when did sex mean love?”
“Hyung, is this hot enou- ” As it swings open, the door’s about to fall out of its hinges.
A whole second passes as Yoochun gawks, mouth hanging open at Jaejoong and Yoobin.
“Opps! Terribly sorry to intrude, please continue, I’ll come back another time,” Yoochun speed mumbles and left as abruptly as he entered.
His composition was doing just fine.
This female character is actually the same as the girl in TKN, but that's the only similarity between these two fics. Please also note that she is not Yoobin from WG. Read it if you like her, y/y? :)
Based off Yoochun's... inspirations for his composing work.
Track One
Track Two
Kim Jaejoong stirs awake with a sticky feeling on his right forearm. He feels like he’d just laid down on the bed merely a few hours ago, but now the curtains are drawn and sunrays are - annoyingly - tickling his eyelids.
Full from the fest they put up for Su's birthday, they’d come back in the early morning from random clubs and food stalls, and he thinks, sweaty from weak fever, he might have caught the flu too. His head feels heavy from all the buzzing voices and yes, the ice cold wind from outside.
A few minutes pass and his mind wanders. He reminisces the smiles, everybody getting all touchy-feely, and for once, being able to bring her along.
He suddenly remembers her, and shit, she lives at the other side of the city, did I send her in a cab or did she catch the first subway, and his heart stomps as he realizes he’d forgotten what had happened. He finally lifts his arm from his forehead, extending it to the table next to the bed, cell phone, quick, must check... and then he feels it.
There really is something sticky on his forearm.
He finally takes a look, half-opening an eye, only one, and then blinks both wide.
She’s sitting down on the bed, close next to him with her satin party dress and her hair uncontrollably wavy, the curls and tresses tousled and undone. Holding a white familiar-looking packet in one hand and a finger in the mouth, she’s blinking at him and slowly, her lips twist in a smile.
"Hello there, it’s time to wake up."
He then realises that there’s unknown music blasting in the appartment, that her hair’s wet and her eyes are light. Obviously she has no make-up on -wait, has she just got out of a shower?
"Why natto?" he groans at the substance that he most likely smeared all over his bed sheets.
"Because it's easier to find than strawberries and whipped cream in this house.”
"What about the chocolate paste from France that was in the upper-right case?"
"I ate it all while waiting for you to wake up. There wasn’t sufficient bread left, so I just went on with a spoon,” she says casually and after a glance of the clock, “It's already 4, just so you know."
Jaejoong’s a little groggy and he doesn’t understand the situation as well as he should. He sits up, supporting his weight on his clean arm, and says, “What didchu do to me when I was asleep?”
“Oh it’s nothing, just enough to make up for your neglect last night,” she says like it’s a matter of fact.
And then Jaejoong does something entirely unexpected.
He had lunged forward, and in a flurry of movement, Jaejoong has her pinned down on the bed. I’m all over her, he thinks, and in a very uncharismatic way, brainstorms on what to do next.
She’s shocked, and her mind goes blank after she’s unable to anticipate what Jaejoong is planning to do. It’s a bit awkward, but not quite so either, and after a moment the grip on her wrists loosens. Jaejoong doesn’t go away, though, and she can still feel the cool whip of air as he inhales and the warm breath on her cheek when he does the opposite.
They lock on each other’s gaze, each side unable to pull away. Jaejoong can’t seem to take it any longer, and he breaks the silence first.
"What's this song?"
It’s stark different from the one that was playing when he woke up.
“Dunno. Certainly not a love song,” she looks away.
“It sure sounds sexy to me.”
“And since when did sex mean love?”
“Hyung, is this hot enou- ” As it swings open, the door’s about to fall out of its hinges.
A whole second passes as Yoochun gawks, mouth hanging open at Jaejoong and Yoobin.
“Opps! Terribly sorry to intrude, please continue, I’ll come back another time,” Yoochun speed mumbles and left as abruptly as he entered.
His composition was doing just fine.