Everything Is You [Oneshot]
Everything Is You
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There is spaghetti on the table, as per usual. It is Sunday and as with every Sunday for the past two years JaeJoong had prepared spaghetti for dinner. Pure Italian tomato sauce and finely ground meat pressed into meatballs just big enough for YunHo to bite into. Perfect, and just the way YunHo liked it.
An image of YunHo delving into it, his chopsticks diving into the strips of flimsy noodle with sparkles in his eyes assault JaeJoong. YunHo will refuse the fork he hands him, will glare at him, insist “I’m Korean!” and start slurping with unveiled hunger. Sweet sauce getting everywhere-the table, YunHo’s cheeks, his shirt, the floor, JaeJoong’s tongue-and YunHo looking heavenly edible for all the mess he creates...
YunHo pushes at the pasta with his fork and all he hears is the scrape of metal against porcelain. JaeJoong has never wished to be deaf so much before.
“JaeJoong,”
YunHo looks up from his food at the same time that JaeJoong does and their eyes meet. Where did the sparkles go?
“JaeJoong,” there is the faintest trace of hesitation in YunHo’s voice. JaeJoong knows he heard it, but won’t believe in it. Nothing that he used to believe in seemed to be true anymore.
“I want to break up.”
JaeJoong swears that there are birds singing, humming a melody in celebration of JaeJoong’s triumph. Months of pining, sideway glances, thousands of won spent on hidden gifts and even longer months of courting had finally come to this. Their first kiss, and it was divine.
“I’ll give you everything, Yunnie-ah. Anything. I love you.” He says them without hesitation, meaning every word and knowing, just knowing, that he’ll keep them.
“Never say anything you’ll regret, Jae. You don’t even know what ‘anything’ means.”
Oh but I do, YunHo. Everything is you.
The thoughts don’t make it out of his lips, as YunHo’s eager lips cover his once again.
YunHo likes carbonara now. Carbonara which JaeJoong doesn’t make, because JaeJoong doesn’t like milk. But she does, and she does it well. Well enough that YunHo is never hungry for JaeJoong’s Sunday spaghetti anymore.
“Let’s.”
I said I’d give you anything, even if nothing is left of me.
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Sequel? I don't have any idea where to go or how to go about it though... Inspiration? ♥♥