[One-Shot] His Biggest Fear (ENGLISH)
Author: Star_Sarang
Pairing(s): YunJae, slight!YooSu
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Sad, Romance, Angst
Warning(s): implied smut
Summary: Wrapped in Yunho's arm, Jaejoong feels like it's a dream.
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"Yunho..."
"Yes, BooJae?"
Jaejoong glanced over at the younger male. He looked brilliant in moonlight, the soft rays of yellowish-white streaming down perfectly upon his face, the stars twinkling cutely behind his head. In all, Yunho was perfect. No matter how long Jaejoong stared at him, there was not one flaw he could pinpoint. He loved all of Yunho.
Jaejoong scooted closer to Yunho, nuzzling his head against the younger's neck and shoulder as his arm came around to hug Jaejoong.
No words were needed. As Yunho nestled his chin on top of Jaejoong's head, he could instantly hear the small sweet whispered nothings of love. Within Yunho's arms, he was protected. Pressed against his chest, he could feel his heart that only beat for him. Nose buried in his neck, Jaejoong could inhale the sweet scent of his lover. Fingers fisted into Yunho's shirt, Jaejoong would never let him go.
There were marks and bites, red splotches and deep crescents left by desperate fingers clutching onto skin because as close as they were, Jaejoong and Yunho weren't close enough. Even when they were making love and Yunho was buried deep inside Jaejoong, so deep that Jaejoong couldn't speak coherently, they couldn't touch enough skin. Huddled against each other here under the stars and night sky, wrapped in each other's arms, this was too far away.
A centimeter of distance equaled a meter apart. A meter apart meant a mile. And a mile apart meant that one or the other was either in space or dead, but supposing how much they loved each other, they'd probably both be dead due to following the other wherever he went.
Jaejoong could never get enough of Yunho, and vice versa. There was something about him. Jaejoong craved the animalistic Yunho that always clawed desperately for Jaejoong's clothes to be discarded. And once ripped off, there was only Yunho. It didn't matter where they made love, as long as it was Jung Yunho there with him, loving him, holding him, only him, only Yunho. And afterwards, while they calmed down from their high, the younger would hold Jaejoong so lightly, gently, as if afraid of breaking his precious porcelain doll. And in that light embrace, Jaejoong could feel the love transmitting from Yunho's body to his, rushing out of his muscular muscles and into his thin frame, overwhelming his being.
As their fingers roamed around the expanses of flat stomachs, rigid muscles, and slender necks, there was never enough skin to touch. Jaejoong loved Yunho with all his heart, and sometimes, too much. But Yunho didn't care, because he could reciprocate that love and suck it all in. He couldn't have enough of Jaejoong.
The heat between the two bodies was immense, always burning, the friction driving them insane. But even then, they were too far apart with not enough skin to touch; with not enough passion to match the fire in their hearts; with not enough love to give.
"Boo..." Yunho said softly. "What're you thinking about?"
"You..." he answered.
"Why? I'm here, so why think about me as well?"
"Because I don't think about you enough."
"Really?" Yunho didn't seemed surprised at the answer, but amused and charmed.
Jaejoong nodded, knowing Yunho understood what he meant.
"Come closer..." Jaejoong mumbled, tugging at Yunho's sleeve.
Yunho shifted slightly and cold air hit Jaejoong's side, making him wince.
"You're too far away..." Jaejoong whined.
Yunho shifted again and now the arm around Jaejoong disappeared.
"Y-Yunnie?" Jaejoong murmured, glanced sideways.
Yunho still had his arm extended like it was wrapped around an invisible Jaejoong. Yunho gazed at him. "What is it, BooJae?" he asked. Yunho slowly started to drift away, as if he was being carted away on a conveyor belt.
"Y-Yunho!" Jaejoong squealed, jumping up and reaching out for him.
"What's wrong, Jae?!" Yunho kept asking as he was carried off. "Jae?! What's wrong?!"
Once Yunho was nothing but a spec of nothing in the dark night, Jaejoong was left crying, wondering, confused, broken, and hurt all alone in the dark night, only melancholy stars gleaming pitifully down upon him, highlighting his loss.
That was Jaejoong's biggest fear: being separated from Yunho. And that's when Jaejoong realized that without Yunho, he was nothing...
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"Hyung! Wake up, Jaejoong hyung!" Yoochun shook Jaejoong's shoulder.
Jaejoong cracked his eyelids open, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Have you been crying?" Junsu asked, tracing the dried tear tracks down Jaejoong's cheek.
Jaejoong touched his face. So he had been crying.
"Where's my Yunnie?" he croaked, huddling his knees up to his chest.
"Hyung--"
"Where is my Yunho?" he demanded.
"N-Not... Here..." Junsu said softly.
"Wh-What do you mean 'not here'?!" Jaejoong yelled, gripping Junsu by the front of his shirt. "What'd you do to my Yunnie?!"
Yoochun wrenched Jaejoong's hands off of his lover and Junsu buried his frightened face in Yoochun's chest. "Jae! Jae hyung!" Yoochun cooed, a hand on Jaejoong's shoulder.
"Wha- Where...?" Jaejoong muttered breathlessly. "Where... Is... He?"
There was a little silence with only Junsu's soft breathing, still afraid of Jaejoong's reaction. Both Yoochun and Junsu's bodies were tense, anticipating Jaejoong's reaction.
"Our... Our lawsuit... It... Don't you remember last night, hyung?" asked Yoochun nervously.
Jaejoong stared at him blankly.
"Our lawsuit has been put into action, Jaejoong hyung," Junsu answered tentatively. "We moved out of our old dorm last night... Changmin... And Yun-Yunho hyung... Don't... Live or work with us... Anymore..."
Jaejoong's heart stopped. His biggest fear has come true. Yunho was taken from him...
Jaejoong screamed, his voice pitching higher than any note he's ever reached before. One of the mirrors in the bathroom actually shattered. Yoochun and Junsu had to cover their ears.
Hurt, pain... That's all Jaejoong felt in his heart. He felt empty. No warmth. No protection. Nothing...
Without Yunho... Jaejoong was nothing, because Yunho was everything to him...
Junsu and Yoochun gazed at each other sadly. Their hyung was torn. "He'll come through, Su," Yoochun reassured him, patting his lover's round butt. "He'll come around..."
"But, Chunnie..." he said softly. "What if he doesn't?"
"Then Yunho hyung will come back," he answered. "YunJae always finds their way back..."
[ Vietnamese Version - translated by mika_vill at yunjaetik.com. English version originally posted on AFF; original Vietnamese version posted on yunjaetik.]
Pairing(s): YunJae, slight!YooSu
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Sad, Romance, Angst
Warning(s): implied smut
Summary: Wrapped in Yunho's arm, Jaejoong feels like it's a dream.
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"Yunho..."
"Yes, BooJae?"
Jaejoong glanced over at the younger male. He looked brilliant in moonlight, the soft rays of yellowish-white streaming down perfectly upon his face, the stars twinkling cutely behind his head. In all, Yunho was perfect. No matter how long Jaejoong stared at him, there was not one flaw he could pinpoint. He loved all of Yunho.
Jaejoong scooted closer to Yunho, nuzzling his head against the younger's neck and shoulder as his arm came around to hug Jaejoong.
No words were needed. As Yunho nestled his chin on top of Jaejoong's head, he could instantly hear the small sweet whispered nothings of love. Within Yunho's arms, he was protected. Pressed against his chest, he could feel his heart that only beat for him. Nose buried in his neck, Jaejoong could inhale the sweet scent of his lover. Fingers fisted into Yunho's shirt, Jaejoong would never let him go.
There were marks and bites, red splotches and deep crescents left by desperate fingers clutching onto skin because as close as they were, Jaejoong and Yunho weren't close enough. Even when they were making love and Yunho was buried deep inside Jaejoong, so deep that Jaejoong couldn't speak coherently, they couldn't touch enough skin. Huddled against each other here under the stars and night sky, wrapped in each other's arms, this was too far away.
A centimeter of distance equaled a meter apart. A meter apart meant a mile. And a mile apart meant that one or the other was either in space or dead, but supposing how much they loved each other, they'd probably both be dead due to following the other wherever he went.
Jaejoong could never get enough of Yunho, and vice versa. There was something about him. Jaejoong craved the animalistic Yunho that always clawed desperately for Jaejoong's clothes to be discarded. And once ripped off, there was only Yunho. It didn't matter where they made love, as long as it was Jung Yunho there with him, loving him, holding him, only him, only Yunho. And afterwards, while they calmed down from their high, the younger would hold Jaejoong so lightly, gently, as if afraid of breaking his precious porcelain doll. And in that light embrace, Jaejoong could feel the love transmitting from Yunho's body to his, rushing out of his muscular muscles and into his thin frame, overwhelming his being.
As their fingers roamed around the expanses of flat stomachs, rigid muscles, and slender necks, there was never enough skin to touch. Jaejoong loved Yunho with all his heart, and sometimes, too much. But Yunho didn't care, because he could reciprocate that love and suck it all in. He couldn't have enough of Jaejoong.
The heat between the two bodies was immense, always burning, the friction driving them insane. But even then, they were too far apart with not enough skin to touch; with not enough passion to match the fire in their hearts; with not enough love to give.
"Boo..." Yunho said softly. "What're you thinking about?"
"You..." he answered.
"Why? I'm here, so why think about me as well?"
"Because I don't think about you enough."
"Really?" Yunho didn't seemed surprised at the answer, but amused and charmed.
Jaejoong nodded, knowing Yunho understood what he meant.
"Come closer..." Jaejoong mumbled, tugging at Yunho's sleeve.
Yunho shifted slightly and cold air hit Jaejoong's side, making him wince.
"You're too far away..." Jaejoong whined.
Yunho shifted again and now the arm around Jaejoong disappeared.
"Y-Yunnie?" Jaejoong murmured, glanced sideways.
Yunho still had his arm extended like it was wrapped around an invisible Jaejoong. Yunho gazed at him. "What is it, BooJae?" he asked. Yunho slowly started to drift away, as if he was being carted away on a conveyor belt.
"Y-Yunho!" Jaejoong squealed, jumping up and reaching out for him.
"What's wrong, Jae?!" Yunho kept asking as he was carried off. "Jae?! What's wrong?!"
Once Yunho was nothing but a spec of nothing in the dark night, Jaejoong was left crying, wondering, confused, broken, and hurt all alone in the dark night, only melancholy stars gleaming pitifully down upon him, highlighting his loss.
That was Jaejoong's biggest fear: being separated from Yunho. And that's when Jaejoong realized that without Yunho, he was nothing...
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"Hyung! Wake up, Jaejoong hyung!" Yoochun shook Jaejoong's shoulder.
Jaejoong cracked his eyelids open, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Have you been crying?" Junsu asked, tracing the dried tear tracks down Jaejoong's cheek.
Jaejoong touched his face. So he had been crying.
"Where's my Yunnie?" he croaked, huddling his knees up to his chest.
"Hyung--"
"Where is my Yunho?" he demanded.
"N-Not... Here..." Junsu said softly.
"Wh-What do you mean 'not here'?!" Jaejoong yelled, gripping Junsu by the front of his shirt. "What'd you do to my Yunnie?!"
Yoochun wrenched Jaejoong's hands off of his lover and Junsu buried his frightened face in Yoochun's chest. "Jae! Jae hyung!" Yoochun cooed, a hand on Jaejoong's shoulder.
"Wha- Where...?" Jaejoong muttered breathlessly. "Where... Is... He?"
There was a little silence with only Junsu's soft breathing, still afraid of Jaejoong's reaction. Both Yoochun and Junsu's bodies were tense, anticipating Jaejoong's reaction.
"Our... Our lawsuit... It... Don't you remember last night, hyung?" asked Yoochun nervously.
Jaejoong stared at him blankly.
"Our lawsuit has been put into action, Jaejoong hyung," Junsu answered tentatively. "We moved out of our old dorm last night... Changmin... And Yun-Yunho hyung... Don't... Live or work with us... Anymore..."
Jaejoong's heart stopped. His biggest fear has come true. Yunho was taken from him...
Jaejoong screamed, his voice pitching higher than any note he's ever reached before. One of the mirrors in the bathroom actually shattered. Yoochun and Junsu had to cover their ears.
Hurt, pain... That's all Jaejoong felt in his heart. He felt empty. No warmth. No protection. Nothing...
Without Yunho... Jaejoong was nothing, because Yunho was everything to him...
Junsu and Yoochun gazed at each other sadly. Their hyung was torn. "He'll come through, Su," Yoochun reassured him, patting his lover's round butt. "He'll come around..."
"But, Chunnie..." he said softly. "What if he doesn't?"
"Then Yunho hyung will come back," he answered. "YunJae always finds their way back..."
[ Vietnamese Version - translated by mika_vill at yunjaetik.com. English version originally posted on AFF; original Vietnamese version posted on yunjaetik.]