#20 Slow Dance of Love through the Five Senses
Title: A Slow Dance of Love through the Five Senses
Author: twilight_ave
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: PG18 (because its fluff with NC17.. or at least I tried writing it that way)
Genre: LOVE (fluffy fluff)
A/N: I wanted to write JaeMin love for the Bday Contest actually but it’s hard for me to write happy and this only came out last night when I was on my way back from one of my closest friend’s wedding (w/c was, on a side note, just beautiful, really really beautiful). Going back to the fic, I don’t know if I wrote it out clearly enough cause there are parts where it’s a memory within a memory and it could’ve just ended up being confusing rather than romantic.
“Choikang Changmin”
A whisper in the dark,
Your name on my tongue,
My fingers tracing the delicate outline of your face,
Touching you - touching myself -
Touching the reflection of who we are under the mismatched set of your eyes.
‘Let’s run away’ One year into fame and already burned by the glare of the spotlight.
‘To where?’ Your voice is silent, drawing me away from the view outside our bedroom window and into your honey brown eyes.
I wasn’t ready to answer, ‘I don’t know’, you never used to take me seriously, ‘Where do you want to go?’
The light flickers and the darkness in your gaze disappear under the slight flux of electricity.
You shrug, folding back into the book you had been reading, and I’m waiting until there’s only the soft scrape of paper echoing between us as you turned to another page.
‘I only want to go where you are.’
You don’t look up.
I fall silent against the weight of your words.
The moment passes and tomorrow arrives.
I wasn’t ready.
‘‘Is there a song that you personally think captures how love is supposed to sound like?’ The reporter had asked and I am smiling behind one hand under your silently questioning gaze because love is the sound of paper brushing against each other.
“Changmin ah”
The tease of hot breath on the sensitive curve of your ear,
Your fingers digging into my waist,
Hunger curled in a smile,
Buried in the gasp that escapes somewhere between my lips and yours.
‘Stop it’
I looked up at the demand in your voice, surprised, temporarily distracted from focusing on anything but my reflection and the uncomfortable set of my hair.
‘Stop it’ Softer this time, your hand curling around my chin as you drew me away from the mirror and into the warmth of your touch.
‘But Min it’s not -’
‘It’s perfect’, the words are rough against your lips, torn between sounding like a compliment and a defeated sigh, ‘Your perfect’, and I find myself returning your embrace in the middle of the backstage bustle of our first concert.
‘'When do you feel loved the most?’ The internet survey question had asked, and it was almost funny how I had felt all giddy inside once again as I keyed in those few discreet words that captured that brief moment in your embrace.
“No”
A soft command as I pin you back down,
Your shirt on the floor,
My hands on your shoulder,
Legs tangled up with yours,
Leaving behind wet kisses on the broad expanse of your chest.
This is how I love you, I whisper over and over again, drawing you in with such slow precision until you are moaning with my fingers around your throbbing heat.
'Hyung, what do you think love tastes like?’ I turn to find you by the dinning table, watching me cook with your shoulders on the table and your chin resting on your hands.
The memory of you spinning me around in happiness over a simple video game victory in front of the Japanese crowd surfaces in an instant.
‘We won!’ You had gushed, holding me tightly, ‘We did it hyung!’
Leaving me dizzy and smiling, ‘We did it!’, breathless under the excitement of your love.
‘It tastes like being spun round and round and round with happiness’ I answer confidently, smiling at your confused frown.
This is how I love you, my lips brushing pass your inner thigh, trails of feather light kisses shivering all the way up to your spine.
You arch into my touch,
Hands buried in my hair,
My name suspended in a moan,
You inside of me.
‘This isn’t right’ Your voice is low, fists clenched as you stood up and walked away from the dance room we had been practicing our new moves on for hours on end.
You don’t look back at me, not a single glance, and my heart stumbles into my throat.
Yoochun stares at me meaningfully,
Junsu starts talking to the coordinator,
The door slams close -
everything happens at the same time -
I pull away from Yunho and run after you.
‘Changmin wait!’ my hand on yours.
‘Let me go’
‘No’ pushing you into the cold metal of the vending machine ‘No’
I steal your first kiss in the empty hallway, your anger in my lips, hands on my shirt.
Love is the perfume of neon bright lights and my cologne against your sweat.
“Jaejoong ah!” You gasp and I look up to catch the spill of moonlight on your closed eyes, flushed cheeks and open lips.
You’ll know how love looks like the moment you see it, my mother tells me at thirteen.
I slide into your frame when you draw me up,
This is how I love you,
Falling into the warmth of your embrace and our uneven breathing,
Here under the moonlight,
My skin warm against your cool lips,
Where you had built me a world of laughter,
“ I ” You start, fingers brushing aside the wayward strands of my hair,
my heart in your hand,
And I can love you back as much as I do,
“Me too” I finish, my lips on yours,
Giving you back the words,
Finally.
Author: twilight_ave
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: PG18 (because its fluff with NC17.. or at least I tried writing it that way)
Genre: LOVE (fluffy fluff)
A/N: I wanted to write JaeMin love for the Bday Contest actually but it’s hard for me to write happy and this only came out last night when I was on my way back from one of my closest friend’s wedding (w/c was, on a side note, just beautiful, really really beautiful). Going back to the fic, I don’t know if I wrote it out clearly enough cause there are parts where it’s a memory within a memory and it could’ve just ended up being confusing rather than romantic.
“Choikang Changmin”
A whisper in the dark,
Your name on my tongue,
My fingers tracing the delicate outline of your face,
Touching you - touching myself -
Touching the reflection of who we are under the mismatched set of your eyes.
‘Let’s run away’ One year into fame and already burned by the glare of the spotlight.
‘To where?’ Your voice is silent, drawing me away from the view outside our bedroom window and into your honey brown eyes.
I wasn’t ready to answer, ‘I don’t know’, you never used to take me seriously, ‘Where do you want to go?’
The light flickers and the darkness in your gaze disappear under the slight flux of electricity.
You shrug, folding back into the book you had been reading, and I’m waiting until there’s only the soft scrape of paper echoing between us as you turned to another page.
‘I only want to go where you are.’
You don’t look up.
I fall silent against the weight of your words.
The moment passes and tomorrow arrives.
I wasn’t ready.
‘‘Is there a song that you personally think captures how love is supposed to sound like?’ The reporter had asked and I am smiling behind one hand under your silently questioning gaze because love is the sound of paper brushing against each other.
“Changmin ah”
The tease of hot breath on the sensitive curve of your ear,
Your fingers digging into my waist,
Hunger curled in a smile,
Buried in the gasp that escapes somewhere between my lips and yours.
‘Stop it’
I looked up at the demand in your voice, surprised, temporarily distracted from focusing on anything but my reflection and the uncomfortable set of my hair.
‘Stop it’ Softer this time, your hand curling around my chin as you drew me away from the mirror and into the warmth of your touch.
‘But Min it’s not -’
‘It’s perfect’, the words are rough against your lips, torn between sounding like a compliment and a defeated sigh, ‘Your perfect’, and I find myself returning your embrace in the middle of the backstage bustle of our first concert.
‘'When do you feel loved the most?’ The internet survey question had asked, and it was almost funny how I had felt all giddy inside once again as I keyed in those few discreet words that captured that brief moment in your embrace.
“No”
A soft command as I pin you back down,
Your shirt on the floor,
My hands on your shoulder,
Legs tangled up with yours,
Leaving behind wet kisses on the broad expanse of your chest.
This is how I love you, I whisper over and over again, drawing you in with such slow precision until you are moaning with my fingers around your throbbing heat.
'Hyung, what do you think love tastes like?’ I turn to find you by the dinning table, watching me cook with your shoulders on the table and your chin resting on your hands.
The memory of you spinning me around in happiness over a simple video game victory in front of the Japanese crowd surfaces in an instant.
‘We won!’ You had gushed, holding me tightly, ‘We did it hyung!’
Leaving me dizzy and smiling, ‘We did it!’, breathless under the excitement of your love.
‘It tastes like being spun round and round and round with happiness’ I answer confidently, smiling at your confused frown.
This is how I love you, my lips brushing pass your inner thigh, trails of feather light kisses shivering all the way up to your spine.
You arch into my touch,
Hands buried in my hair,
My name suspended in a moan,
You inside of me.
‘This isn’t right’ Your voice is low, fists clenched as you stood up and walked away from the dance room we had been practicing our new moves on for hours on end.
You don’t look back at me, not a single glance, and my heart stumbles into my throat.
Yoochun stares at me meaningfully,
Junsu starts talking to the coordinator,
The door slams close -
everything happens at the same time -
I pull away from Yunho and run after you.
‘Changmin wait!’ my hand on yours.
‘Let me go’
‘No’ pushing you into the cold metal of the vending machine ‘No’
I steal your first kiss in the empty hallway, your anger in my lips, hands on my shirt.
Love is the perfume of neon bright lights and my cologne against your sweat.
“Jaejoong ah!” You gasp and I look up to catch the spill of moonlight on your closed eyes, flushed cheeks and open lips.
You’ll know how love looks like the moment you see it, my mother tells me at thirteen.
I slide into your frame when you draw me up,
This is how I love you,
Falling into the warmth of your embrace and our uneven breathing,
Here under the moonlight,
My skin warm against your cool lips,
Where you had built me a world of laughter,
“ I ” You start, fingers brushing aside the wayward strands of my hair,
my heart in your hand,
And I can love you back as much as I do,
“Me too” I finish, my lips on yours,
Giving you back the words,
Finally.