#22 Taking Flight [Short Drabbles on Jae]
Title: Taking Flight [Short Drabbles on Jae]
Pairing: Jae x Min, Chun, Su & Yunho
Rating: PG, nice and warm like a cup of coffee on a rainy morning^^ (or well, that was how I was feeling when I wrote them down*_*)
Author: twilight_ave
Summary: Their shorts drabbles on Jaejoong and his relationship with the pairings in my own fangirl world that are so short that I've just placed them all here in one place at once.
A/N: Thank you thank you thank you ridhana for helping me out in working out my LJ kinks!!
JaeMin : Youth Redefined
He reminds you of the taste of your first kiss - awkward, breathless and so much full of innocence - and yet the push of his tongue against yours whispers of a different man whose mere smile is enough to leave a slow burn inside of you with promises of redefining youth past midnight.
JaeChun : Through His Eyes
“Hyung! Hyung!” He calls out against the crowd’s deafening cheers and you turn without a second thought when you catch the excitement in his voice and the smile in his words.
The red light indicates that the cameras are still rolling, there’s an estimated hundred backstage crew members rushing about ready to pull either of you here and there to ensure that the show ends smoothly, and somewhere in the back of your head you can hear your managers summarizing the basic steps for this performance. 'Smile, dance, win them over and leave gracefully.'
And yet the tease of temptation in his eyes of dark coffee leaves you suspended in time with him as he reaches forward to blow confetti into your anxious heart, strips of white taking flight with the sound of your laughter and his against brittle bones and nights filled with tear streaked cheeks.
JaeSu : Comfort
It’s your turn to wash the dishes when he quietly steps in beside you and wipes them dry with a delicate concentration that makes you grip the plate a little tighter under the bubble of dishwashing soap.
He doesn’t say a word and you don’t bother for an explanation, there are only dishes that have to be cleaned and this moment when he needs you the most.
You wait until his ready, until all the plates and mismatched cups have been put aside, until he reaches forward to cup your cheek with damp hands and presses his forehead against yours, “Hey”
The lightest whisper of comfort being offered against his struggle to become someone a little stronger, a lot less emotional and a bit more grown-up.
“Yeah” He breathes into the curve of your neck, the only allowance of weakness he’ll allow himself nowadays, and you wrap him in your embrace.
Arms, waist, the small of his back and everything that you don’t want to be changed.
JaeHo : Possession
“Mine” The rasp of possession in his voice leaves you breathless, holding on to the edges of his shirt, as he presses you up against some random dark corner backstage and sweeps you away with the intensity of his desire.
“Mine” fingers spanning the expanse of your abdomen, lips sucking on to the hollow of your collarbone, his legs on yours, “Mine”, laying claim on you until your moaning into his hand on your mouth.
“Yours” Your heart beats into the same rhythm, arching into his lean frame, allowing him to pin your hands down, “Yours” , in each time he marks you, “Yours”, needing to know that despite how many people look at you and smile, you will always be his.
Pairing: Jae x Min, Chun, Su & Yunho
Rating: PG, nice and warm like a cup of coffee on a rainy morning^^ (or well, that was how I was feeling when I wrote them down*_*)
Author: twilight_ave
Summary: Their shorts drabbles on Jaejoong and his relationship with the pairings in my own fangirl world that are so short that I've just placed them all here in one place at once.
A/N: Thank you thank you thank you ridhana for helping me out in working out my LJ kinks!!
JaeMin : Youth Redefined
He reminds you of the taste of your first kiss - awkward, breathless and so much full of innocence - and yet the push of his tongue against yours whispers of a different man whose mere smile is enough to leave a slow burn inside of you with promises of redefining youth past midnight.
JaeChun : Through His Eyes
“Hyung! Hyung!” He calls out against the crowd’s deafening cheers and you turn without a second thought when you catch the excitement in his voice and the smile in his words.
The red light indicates that the cameras are still rolling, there’s an estimated hundred backstage crew members rushing about ready to pull either of you here and there to ensure that the show ends smoothly, and somewhere in the back of your head you can hear your managers summarizing the basic steps for this performance. 'Smile, dance, win them over and leave gracefully.'
And yet the tease of temptation in his eyes of dark coffee leaves you suspended in time with him as he reaches forward to blow confetti into your anxious heart, strips of white taking flight with the sound of your laughter and his against brittle bones and nights filled with tear streaked cheeks.
JaeSu : Comfort
It’s your turn to wash the dishes when he quietly steps in beside you and wipes them dry with a delicate concentration that makes you grip the plate a little tighter under the bubble of dishwashing soap.
He doesn’t say a word and you don’t bother for an explanation, there are only dishes that have to be cleaned and this moment when he needs you the most.
You wait until his ready, until all the plates and mismatched cups have been put aside, until he reaches forward to cup your cheek with damp hands and presses his forehead against yours, “Hey”
The lightest whisper of comfort being offered against his struggle to become someone a little stronger, a lot less emotional and a bit more grown-up.
“Yeah” He breathes into the curve of your neck, the only allowance of weakness he’ll allow himself nowadays, and you wrap him in your embrace.
Arms, waist, the small of his back and everything that you don’t want to be changed.
JaeHo : Possession
“Mine” The rasp of possession in his voice leaves you breathless, holding on to the edges of his shirt, as he presses you up against some random dark corner backstage and sweeps you away with the intensity of his desire.
“Mine” fingers spanning the expanse of your abdomen, lips sucking on to the hollow of your collarbone, his legs on yours, “Mine”, laying claim on you until your moaning into his hand on your mouth.
“Yours” Your heart beats into the same rhythm, arching into his lean frame, allowing him to pin your hands down, “Yours” , in each time he marks you, “Yours”, needing to know that despite how many people look at you and smile, you will always be his.