(fanfic) Half of my heart
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Summary: Half of my heart’s got imagination; half of my heart’s got you.
Jaejoong wakes up at seven every morning, thanks to his alarm of course. He grumbles a bit, contemplates hitting the snooze button and then, thinks of the dreadful traffic and his bitch of a boss and he forces himself off the bed. He goes to the bathroom; he brushes his teeth, a quick shower and everything in between. He steps out, drying his hair with a towel and Yunho’s sitting up, head resting on the headboard and eyes shut.
“Hey,” Jaejoong pokes Yunho. “Get ready.”
Yunho grunts, rubs his eyes open and nods at Jaejoong; “Good morning, boo.”
“Good morning.” Jaejoong smiles.
While Yunho’s getting ready, Jaejoong prepares breakfast for the both of them; usually it’s something light, like a toast of bread with a glass of orange juice. By the time Jaejoong’s got breakfast ready, Yunho’s out of the bathroom, looking sharp and smart; like he usually is.
They sit down for breakfast and make small talk (“We’re running out of milk” “I’ll get it on my way back. What do you want for dinner?” “Anything will do”) and by half past eight, they give each other a quick peck on the lips; goodbye, see you in the evening, have a good day.
Jaejoong finishes work by six and he picks up a carton of milk and heads back to the apartment, Yunho usually comes around seven and on unlucky days, he’s home by ten. Jaejoong reaches home, dumps his bag on the couch and rests for a while. A small power nap follows on some days but usually, he’s up and about making dinner for the night.
He walks into the kitchen, after freshening up and warms up the leftovers from the previous day and sometimes when he’s feeling alive enough, he prepares something new.
Yunho comes in by half past seven, presses a quick kiss to Jaejoong’s lips and walks into their bedroom to get freshened. Around nine, both of them sit down for dinner; making the usual small talk again about work, about groceries, about the price hike, about shifting. And some days go by when either has anything to say and dinner goes on silently.
Jaejoong goes to the balcony for a smoke, sometimes Yunho joins him and sometimes Yunho just sits on the couch and watches re-runs of old football matches that some sports channels air. Jaejoong quite likes it when Yunho joins him for a smoke, it’s better than smoking all by himself.
They slip under the blankets, kiss each other goodnight and instantly fall asleep. And the alarm goes off at seven the next day and it continues just like that.
It’s been seven years since Yunho and he got together and seven years ago, they were young, carefree, and spontaneous. But life happened to them, they got well-paying jobs, they moved into a comfortable apartment as opposed to the roads they used to call home; somewhere along the line, they joined the rat race.
There are days when Jaejoong stares out of his balcony and watches the world go by, watches the vehicles zooming by, people walking across the roads, everyone living their own life and wonders if there is anyway his life could be different. He berates himself for imagining it, but he can’t help it. It’s a desire of the heart, a thought that’s fleeting like the wind; liberating, colourful, beautiful. He keeps his thoughts as dark secrets, something Yunho would never know, something Yunho should never know. Jaejoong holds the cup of coffee to his chest, watching the steam swirl up into nothing and he partly wonders if that’s what his life is spiralling into. Jaejoong sighs. He wants to run away, start a new life, be young again.
He hates how domestic he’s become, he could walk away from all this, everything. Start something new, travel the world, be someone else, leave his responsibilities, forget who he is, walk the path just like the wind. He wants to be irrational, he wants to stop thinking (or start), he wants to blow off all his money, get drunk, sleep on wet grass and giggle at the stars.
He’s always been a man of changes and he wonders why he’s holding back.
The answer walks in through the main door, carrying grocery bags and talking to someone on the phone.
He watches as Yunho hangs up on the call and place all the bags on the kitchen counter; Yunho cups his hands and blows air into them and Jaejoong tries not to roll his eyes, he had told him to wear gloves.
Jaejoong sips on his drink and makes his way into the kitchen; Yunho grins at him widely, cheeks flushed from the cold air outside. “I got you, your favourite chocolate drink.” Yunho says and Jaejoong loves, loves the joy in Yunho’s voice. He keeps his mug aside and wraps himself into Yunho’s chest and without questioning Yunho pulls him closer and for that moment, everything stands still.
Yunho nuzzles his nose into Jaejoong’s hair, a habit that never grew old, a habit that always made Jaejoong smile, still makes him smile. “Hungry?” Jaejoong asks looking up at Yunho, chin resting on the taller man’s chest.
“Famished.” Yunho grins.
They move to the table and settle opposite each other, Yunho’s talking about something and Jaejoong’s listening and nodding when suddenly Yunho falls quiet. Jaejoong looks up at him questioningly; “What’s wrong?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
Yunho smiles softly, reaches across the table and takes Jaejoong’s hand in own and squeezes it; “I love you, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong’s heart skips a beat and he manages to squeeze Yunho’s hand back; “I love you too, Yunho.”
Yunho smiles at him, eyes filled with sincerity and love and care and emotions Jaejoong can’t place. It’s perfect; it really is. Jaejoong smiles, pushes his chair back and walks over to Yunho and kisses him and they are twenty again. Two twenty year olds kissing senselessly on the road, for everyone and anyone to see, in a world of their own, holding on to each other like their lives depended on it (maybe it did.)
Yunho buries his face into the crook of Jaejoong’s neck once they pull back, they are breathless and it feels downright amazing. “How would I live without you, Jaejoong?” Yunho whispers, his breath hot against Jaejoong’s skin. “What would happen to me?”
Jaejoong’s words are caught in his throat and he pulls Yunho into a tight hug; “You mean, what would I do without you? “ Jaejoong whispers, running his hands through Yunho’s hair. “I love you, I love you, I love you so much.”
And Jaejoong believes himself.
Half of his heart has imagination, it has a mind of it’s own, it has desires and fantasies but the other half of his heart doesn’t have Yunho; it is Yunho.
Yunho; real, comforting, grounded Yunho. His Yunho. Jaejoong’s Yunho.
Domestic life be damned, he has Yunho and he wouldn’t trade his life with Yunho for anything; his thoughts were liberating, yes. But, they weren’t real, his thoughts were like far off dreams and Yunho, Yunho is real. Yunho makes Jaejoong real. Yunho is comfortable; he is where Jaejoong wants to return to at the end of the day.
Yunho is the answer to all of Jaejoong’s questions and the solution to all his problems and that’s a damn good reason for Jaejoong to stay.
Yunho’s the missing piece in Jaejoong’s life and Jaejoong’s sort of demands to be completed.
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author’s notes: inspired by Half of my heart, John Mayer feat. Taylor Swift.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Summary: Half of my heart’s got imagination; half of my heart’s got you.
Jaejoong wakes up at seven every morning, thanks to his alarm of course. He grumbles a bit, contemplates hitting the snooze button and then, thinks of the dreadful traffic and his bitch of a boss and he forces himself off the bed. He goes to the bathroom; he brushes his teeth, a quick shower and everything in between. He steps out, drying his hair with a towel and Yunho’s sitting up, head resting on the headboard and eyes shut.
“Hey,” Jaejoong pokes Yunho. “Get ready.”
Yunho grunts, rubs his eyes open and nods at Jaejoong; “Good morning, boo.”
“Good morning.” Jaejoong smiles.
While Yunho’s getting ready, Jaejoong prepares breakfast for the both of them; usually it’s something light, like a toast of bread with a glass of orange juice. By the time Jaejoong’s got breakfast ready, Yunho’s out of the bathroom, looking sharp and smart; like he usually is.
They sit down for breakfast and make small talk (“We’re running out of milk” “I’ll get it on my way back. What do you want for dinner?” “Anything will do”) and by half past eight, they give each other a quick peck on the lips; goodbye, see you in the evening, have a good day.
Jaejoong finishes work by six and he picks up a carton of milk and heads back to the apartment, Yunho usually comes around seven and on unlucky days, he’s home by ten. Jaejoong reaches home, dumps his bag on the couch and rests for a while. A small power nap follows on some days but usually, he’s up and about making dinner for the night.
He walks into the kitchen, after freshening up and warms up the leftovers from the previous day and sometimes when he’s feeling alive enough, he prepares something new.
Yunho comes in by half past seven, presses a quick kiss to Jaejoong’s lips and walks into their bedroom to get freshened. Around nine, both of them sit down for dinner; making the usual small talk again about work, about groceries, about the price hike, about shifting. And some days go by when either has anything to say and dinner goes on silently.
Jaejoong goes to the balcony for a smoke, sometimes Yunho joins him and sometimes Yunho just sits on the couch and watches re-runs of old football matches that some sports channels air. Jaejoong quite likes it when Yunho joins him for a smoke, it’s better than smoking all by himself.
They slip under the blankets, kiss each other goodnight and instantly fall asleep. And the alarm goes off at seven the next day and it continues just like that.
It’s been seven years since Yunho and he got together and seven years ago, they were young, carefree, and spontaneous. But life happened to them, they got well-paying jobs, they moved into a comfortable apartment as opposed to the roads they used to call home; somewhere along the line, they joined the rat race.
There are days when Jaejoong stares out of his balcony and watches the world go by, watches the vehicles zooming by, people walking across the roads, everyone living their own life and wonders if there is anyway his life could be different. He berates himself for imagining it, but he can’t help it. It’s a desire of the heart, a thought that’s fleeting like the wind; liberating, colourful, beautiful. He keeps his thoughts as dark secrets, something Yunho would never know, something Yunho should never know. Jaejoong holds the cup of coffee to his chest, watching the steam swirl up into nothing and he partly wonders if that’s what his life is spiralling into. Jaejoong sighs. He wants to run away, start a new life, be young again.
He hates how domestic he’s become, he could walk away from all this, everything. Start something new, travel the world, be someone else, leave his responsibilities, forget who he is, walk the path just like the wind. He wants to be irrational, he wants to stop thinking (or start), he wants to blow off all his money, get drunk, sleep on wet grass and giggle at the stars.
He’s always been a man of changes and he wonders why he’s holding back.
The answer walks in through the main door, carrying grocery bags and talking to someone on the phone.
He watches as Yunho hangs up on the call and place all the bags on the kitchen counter; Yunho cups his hands and blows air into them and Jaejoong tries not to roll his eyes, he had told him to wear gloves.
Jaejoong sips on his drink and makes his way into the kitchen; Yunho grins at him widely, cheeks flushed from the cold air outside. “I got you, your favourite chocolate drink.” Yunho says and Jaejoong loves, loves the joy in Yunho’s voice. He keeps his mug aside and wraps himself into Yunho’s chest and without questioning Yunho pulls him closer and for that moment, everything stands still.
Yunho nuzzles his nose into Jaejoong’s hair, a habit that never grew old, a habit that always made Jaejoong smile, still makes him smile. “Hungry?” Jaejoong asks looking up at Yunho, chin resting on the taller man’s chest.
“Famished.” Yunho grins.
They move to the table and settle opposite each other, Yunho’s talking about something and Jaejoong’s listening and nodding when suddenly Yunho falls quiet. Jaejoong looks up at him questioningly; “What’s wrong?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
Yunho smiles softly, reaches across the table and takes Jaejoong’s hand in own and squeezes it; “I love you, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong’s heart skips a beat and he manages to squeeze Yunho’s hand back; “I love you too, Yunho.”
Yunho smiles at him, eyes filled with sincerity and love and care and emotions Jaejoong can’t place. It’s perfect; it really is. Jaejoong smiles, pushes his chair back and walks over to Yunho and kisses him and they are twenty again. Two twenty year olds kissing senselessly on the road, for everyone and anyone to see, in a world of their own, holding on to each other like their lives depended on it (maybe it did.)
Yunho buries his face into the crook of Jaejoong’s neck once they pull back, they are breathless and it feels downright amazing. “How would I live without you, Jaejoong?” Yunho whispers, his breath hot against Jaejoong’s skin. “What would happen to me?”
Jaejoong’s words are caught in his throat and he pulls Yunho into a tight hug; “You mean, what would I do without you? “ Jaejoong whispers, running his hands through Yunho’s hair. “I love you, I love you, I love you so much.”
And Jaejoong believes himself.
Half of his heart has imagination, it has a mind of it’s own, it has desires and fantasies but the other half of his heart doesn’t have Yunho; it is Yunho.
Yunho; real, comforting, grounded Yunho. His Yunho. Jaejoong’s Yunho.
Domestic life be damned, he has Yunho and he wouldn’t trade his life with Yunho for anything; his thoughts were liberating, yes. But, they weren’t real, his thoughts were like far off dreams and Yunho, Yunho is real. Yunho makes Jaejoong real. Yunho is comfortable; he is where Jaejoong wants to return to at the end of the day.
Yunho is the answer to all of Jaejoong’s questions and the solution to all his problems and that’s a damn good reason for Jaejoong to stay.
Yunho’s the missing piece in Jaejoong’s life and Jaejoong’s sort of demands to be completed.
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author’s notes: inspired by Half of my heart, John Mayer feat. Taylor Swift.