Christmas Blues
Title: Christmas Blues
Author: Geojitmal
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG. Some language.
Genre: Angst, I guess. And fluff.
Word count: 1,571
Summary: And once again he was alone during the holidays. Like last year. And the year before that. He really was pathetic and he couldn't wait until this horrendous holiday was finally over.
Diclaimer: All mine. Or so I wish. Well, at least the story is.
A/N: Inspired by those kinda depressing tweets of Jaejoong's on Christmas morning.
It was just another evening he would have to spend alone. That was what Jaejoong kept telling himself. It was just another evening. He tried his hardest not to think about the fact that it was Christmas eve indeed, because the thought tended to depress him. In his attempt to ignore this holiday, he had even decided against setting up another beautiful Christmas tree, like the one he had had the previous year, despite how much he had enjoyed setting it up and how much he had boasted about it. Only a very small artificial tree, given to him by a fan with only good intentions, he was sure, stood on the floor in the entry way. Its small colorful globes were reflected by his polished marble floor and seemed to mock him whenever he happened to pass it by.
In an attempt not to do that too often, he shut himself away in his small gaming corner, set up especially for lonely evenings like this. Equipped with only one couch that barely held enough space for more than two people, but instead with all the latest game consoles and a huge plasma screen. He didn’t even possess a second game controller. Buying one would have been a waste of money, his only companions being an assortment of plush and plastic, cute and abstract, big and small elephants, given to him by fans and friends. Friends who all preferred to spend this special holiday with their families and lovers. And he couldn’t even blame them. He would have preferred that, too, but certain circumstances prevented him from doing so. He heaved a sigh. Probably the millionth of that evening.
Pausing the game of soccer and getting up from the couch, his legs stiff from not having been moved in quite a while, he made his way to his bathroom. All the beer was taking its toll on him.
Looking into his huge, overexposed bathroom mirror as he washed his hands, he studied his tired features, feeling pathetic. That huge skull poster, which stared down at him on his way to the kitchen, didn’t help. It had been a present from Junsu, and he used to love it, but recently he felt like the skull was mocking him. Mocking him for always being depressed, for always being lonely, for being as pathetic as he was. He couldn’t stand it and more than once he had been tempted to put it down, throw it out, but he couldn’t do that to Junsu. He just couldn’t.
Grabbing another few beer bottles from the fridge to last him another few hours, he made his way back to his soccer match. As he passed by his pity excuse for a Christmas tree again, he remembered that he hadn’t even wished his fans a Merry Christmas yet. Hoping that at least they had a merry one, he put the bottles down and grabbed his phone. A new idea popped up. Why not spoil everyone with a few pictures? It would be his present to his fans. Taking some pictures of his surroundings, he wrote some captions, trying hard not to sound as depressed as he really was, and sent them to his Twitter account, one after the other. With his last tweet, finally, he couldn’t help but tease everyone a bit, silently happy no-one was able to see how he actually looked. He felt and looked like a bum. But why bother with his looks when there was no-one around to impress? Besides, all effort would be lost with this stupid eye patch, anyways. It was making him feel extremely self-conscious and he couldn’t wait until after Christmas, when it would finally be removed.
Even before he had sent that last tweet he was spammed with @-replies, fans from all over the world wishing him a Merry Christmas - he smiled bitterly at the irony - and offered him to spend Christmas with them if he felt too lonely. He briefly wondered if he should do just that - organize a fan meet for next year’s Christmas, so he wouldn’t have to be alone and could feel loved for at least a few hours - but quickly dismissed that idea again. Who would want to come out to spend a few hours of their precious Christmas eve with him, when they got their families and lovers instead?
Yes, he was being a drama queen about it. But being an idol, supposedly loved by millions but still alone during the important times, did that to you. Another sigh.
He decided that he would just continue devoting himself to his new best friends - his beer bottles and games - until this horrendous holiday was over and he could go back to burying himself under his work.
His new best friends did a superb job distracting him for another hour or so, when someone had the audacity to interrupt his self-pity fest by ringing his doorbell. Making his way to the tiny screen next to his entrance door in slow motion, hoping the offender would have gotten sick of waiting by the time he got there, he was disappointed to see that the snow-covered person was still out there.
“What?” he asked, annoyed, through the intercom.
His visitor pulled down the hood of his winter coat and Jaejoong gasped. He couldn’t do much more than press the button to let the person in, while still staring numbly at the screen, which now had gone black again.
Then he started to panic, looking down on his bum self. Before he could fully indulge in his panic, though, a knock resounded through the apartment, indicating that his visitor was now on his floor.
“Yunho!” he exclaimed upon opening the door, “What are you…I mean, how…when…why?” but before he could even try to form a more coherent sentence, his boyfriend was already wrapped around him, holding him tightly. At any other time he would have been annoyed by how he got drenched by the snow still on the other’s coat and by how cold he got, but not this time. Returning the hug, he just closed his eyes and enjoyed having the other with him again, secretly hoping that it was real, that he didn’t just drink too much and finally went completely insane.
Fifteen minutes later they were huddled together on the big couch in his living room, hot chocolate with marshmallows in hands, a warm blanket wrapped around them.
“So…care to explain now?” he asked his lover gently, cuddling further into his side.
“It’s your fault, really.” The deep voice, which he had longed to hear for such a long time, held no sign of annoyance or reproach, just warmth and a hint of amusement. “First you tweet that picture of your eye, which almost had me going insane with worry.” At that Yunho slowly caressed the skin under his eye patch. Suddenly being aware of it again, Jaejoong tried to turn away, embarrassed, but Yunho just held his face and placed a small, very light kiss right on top of it. “But I couldn’t leave. And then you go and tweet all those depressing things and no-one is supposed to feel that way on Christmas eve, especially not you, Jaejoongie. So this time I told Soo Man to fuck off and rushed to come here. I kind of got stuck in traffic on the way, but now I’m here to make this the best Christmas eve you’ve ever had.” A cheeky smile spread across his face as he finished, and Jaejoong couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.
“And how exactly do you plan to do that, mister?” he inquired while stroking his boyfriend’s cheek lovingly with his thumb, staring at his handsome features.
“Well, for starters I have a present for you.” From seemingly nowhere, Yunho produced a small velvet box and held it up for Jaejoong to open. When he did, he found a beautiful white gold ring that was made of two rings entwined with each other, one of them holding a small, sparkling ruby.
“Those are representing you and me,” Yunho explained. “So you can always carry it with you and remember that I am always with you, even when I can’t be there physically.”
“It’s beautiful,” Jaejoong whispered, before he slipped it onto his left ring finger, marveled at how perfect it looked on his hand and then leaned up to give his boyfriend a proper thank you-kiss.
“Next, I have rented your favorite movie, so we can watch it together.” Yunho continued.
“But you never watch it with me. Wasn’t it way too sappy and girly for you?” he mocked.
“It is, but today is all about you, so we should watch it.” the other reasoned. “And when we’re done with that, we can retreat to the bedroom and I’ll make sure that you will forget about all those depressing things. How does that sound?”
“Hmmm,” Jaejoong pretended to think about that proposal for a bit. “I think we should skip straight to that last part of your master plan.”
A mischievous smirk.
And as Yunho picked him up bridal style and spun him around, laughing merrily, before he kissed his forehead in the most affectionate manner while making his way to the bedroom with him, a warm feeling spread in Jaejoong’s tummy and he was suddenly very sure that this would indeed be the best Christmas he’s ever had.
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Pictures taken from Jaejoong's Twitter.
Comments, criticism and suggestions are welcome. :)
Author: Geojitmal
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG. Some language.
Genre: Angst, I guess. And fluff.
Word count: 1,571
Summary: And once again he was alone during the holidays. Like last year. And the year before that. He really was pathetic and he couldn't wait until this horrendous holiday was finally over.
Diclaimer: All mine. Or so I wish. Well, at least the story is.
A/N: Inspired by those kinda depressing tweets of Jaejoong's on Christmas morning.
It was just another evening he would have to spend alone. That was what Jaejoong kept telling himself. It was just another evening. He tried his hardest not to think about the fact that it was Christmas eve indeed, because the thought tended to depress him. In his attempt to ignore this holiday, he had even decided against setting up another beautiful Christmas tree, like the one he had had the previous year, despite how much he had enjoyed setting it up and how much he had boasted about it. Only a very small artificial tree, given to him by a fan with only good intentions, he was sure, stood on the floor in the entry way. Its small colorful globes were reflected by his polished marble floor and seemed to mock him whenever he happened to pass it by.
In an attempt not to do that too often, he shut himself away in his small gaming corner, set up especially for lonely evenings like this. Equipped with only one couch that barely held enough space for more than two people, but instead with all the latest game consoles and a huge plasma screen. He didn’t even possess a second game controller. Buying one would have been a waste of money, his only companions being an assortment of plush and plastic, cute and abstract, big and small elephants, given to him by fans and friends. Friends who all preferred to spend this special holiday with their families and lovers. And he couldn’t even blame them. He would have preferred that, too, but certain circumstances prevented him from doing so. He heaved a sigh. Probably the millionth of that evening.
Pausing the game of soccer and getting up from the couch, his legs stiff from not having been moved in quite a while, he made his way to his bathroom. All the beer was taking its toll on him.
Looking into his huge, overexposed bathroom mirror as he washed his hands, he studied his tired features, feeling pathetic. That huge skull poster, which stared down at him on his way to the kitchen, didn’t help. It had been a present from Junsu, and he used to love it, but recently he felt like the skull was mocking him. Mocking him for always being depressed, for always being lonely, for being as pathetic as he was. He couldn’t stand it and more than once he had been tempted to put it down, throw it out, but he couldn’t do that to Junsu. He just couldn’t.
Grabbing another few beer bottles from the fridge to last him another few hours, he made his way back to his soccer match. As he passed by his pity excuse for a Christmas tree again, he remembered that he hadn’t even wished his fans a Merry Christmas yet. Hoping that at least they had a merry one, he put the bottles down and grabbed his phone. A new idea popped up. Why not spoil everyone with a few pictures? It would be his present to his fans. Taking some pictures of his surroundings, he wrote some captions, trying hard not to sound as depressed as he really was, and sent them to his Twitter account, one after the other. With his last tweet, finally, he couldn’t help but tease everyone a bit, silently happy no-one was able to see how he actually looked. He felt and looked like a bum. But why bother with his looks when there was no-one around to impress? Besides, all effort would be lost with this stupid eye patch, anyways. It was making him feel extremely self-conscious and he couldn’t wait until after Christmas, when it would finally be removed.
Even before he had sent that last tweet he was spammed with @-replies, fans from all over the world wishing him a Merry Christmas - he smiled bitterly at the irony - and offered him to spend Christmas with them if he felt too lonely. He briefly wondered if he should do just that - organize a fan meet for next year’s Christmas, so he wouldn’t have to be alone and could feel loved for at least a few hours - but quickly dismissed that idea again. Who would want to come out to spend a few hours of their precious Christmas eve with him, when they got their families and lovers instead?
Yes, he was being a drama queen about it. But being an idol, supposedly loved by millions but still alone during the important times, did that to you. Another sigh.
He decided that he would just continue devoting himself to his new best friends - his beer bottles and games - until this horrendous holiday was over and he could go back to burying himself under his work.
His new best friends did a superb job distracting him for another hour or so, when someone had the audacity to interrupt his self-pity fest by ringing his doorbell. Making his way to the tiny screen next to his entrance door in slow motion, hoping the offender would have gotten sick of waiting by the time he got there, he was disappointed to see that the snow-covered person was still out there.
“What?” he asked, annoyed, through the intercom.
His visitor pulled down the hood of his winter coat and Jaejoong gasped. He couldn’t do much more than press the button to let the person in, while still staring numbly at the screen, which now had gone black again.
Then he started to panic, looking down on his bum self. Before he could fully indulge in his panic, though, a knock resounded through the apartment, indicating that his visitor was now on his floor.
“Yunho!” he exclaimed upon opening the door, “What are you…I mean, how…when…why?” but before he could even try to form a more coherent sentence, his boyfriend was already wrapped around him, holding him tightly. At any other time he would have been annoyed by how he got drenched by the snow still on the other’s coat and by how cold he got, but not this time. Returning the hug, he just closed his eyes and enjoyed having the other with him again, secretly hoping that it was real, that he didn’t just drink too much and finally went completely insane.
Fifteen minutes later they were huddled together on the big couch in his living room, hot chocolate with marshmallows in hands, a warm blanket wrapped around them.
“So…care to explain now?” he asked his lover gently, cuddling further into his side.
“It’s your fault, really.” The deep voice, which he had longed to hear for such a long time, held no sign of annoyance or reproach, just warmth and a hint of amusement. “First you tweet that picture of your eye, which almost had me going insane with worry.” At that Yunho slowly caressed the skin under his eye patch. Suddenly being aware of it again, Jaejoong tried to turn away, embarrassed, but Yunho just held his face and placed a small, very light kiss right on top of it. “But I couldn’t leave. And then you go and tweet all those depressing things and no-one is supposed to feel that way on Christmas eve, especially not you, Jaejoongie. So this time I told Soo Man to fuck off and rushed to come here. I kind of got stuck in traffic on the way, but now I’m here to make this the best Christmas eve you’ve ever had.” A cheeky smile spread across his face as he finished, and Jaejoong couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.
“And how exactly do you plan to do that, mister?” he inquired while stroking his boyfriend’s cheek lovingly with his thumb, staring at his handsome features.
“Well, for starters I have a present for you.” From seemingly nowhere, Yunho produced a small velvet box and held it up for Jaejoong to open. When he did, he found a beautiful white gold ring that was made of two rings entwined with each other, one of them holding a small, sparkling ruby.
“Those are representing you and me,” Yunho explained. “So you can always carry it with you and remember that I am always with you, even when I can’t be there physically.”
“It’s beautiful,” Jaejoong whispered, before he slipped it onto his left ring finger, marveled at how perfect it looked on his hand and then leaned up to give his boyfriend a proper thank you-kiss.
“Next, I have rented your favorite movie, so we can watch it together.” Yunho continued.
“But you never watch it with me. Wasn’t it way too sappy and girly for you?” he mocked.
“It is, but today is all about you, so we should watch it.” the other reasoned. “And when we’re done with that, we can retreat to the bedroom and I’ll make sure that you will forget about all those depressing things. How does that sound?”
“Hmmm,” Jaejoong pretended to think about that proposal for a bit. “I think we should skip straight to that last part of your master plan.”
A mischievous smirk.
And as Yunho picked him up bridal style and spun him around, laughing merrily, before he kissed his forehead in the most affectionate manner while making his way to the bedroom with him, a warm feeling spread in Jaejoong’s tummy and he was suddenly very sure that this would indeed be the best Christmas he’s ever had.
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Pictures taken from Jaejoong's Twitter.
Comments, criticism and suggestions are welcome. :)