i'll never ask for anyone but you
dear mine
yunho&jaejoong
pg, romance
based on jyj concert
(♥) for my bby am3thyst
A person is not so much a name as a memory.
He stood inconspicuously in the crowd. Head down, back to the wall.
He’d come by himself. Dark jeans. Darker shirt.
Just a fan. And like the rest of them, he’d come to listen.
To remember what it felt like to hear Jaejoong sing two hundred feet away from him and no further.
Three rows down, a fanboy shouts his name across the back of the arena.
A bolt of lightning in the blue.
He looks up in pure reflex, and so does Jaejoong, who seemed to have been caught off-guard.
‘Eh?’ the lead singer wonders, quirking an eyebrow. He smiles endearingly, the way people do when they’re in love and won’t admit it.
The audience goes wild at his reaction, glow-sticks flickering by the thousands.
An avid fan lifts a yunjae banner as he fights the pang in his bosom, that dull throb which settled itself in the pit of his stomach.
The bulbs dim languidly, wrapping him within the halo of a spotlight.
He glances into the crowd, and for a brief second thinks he sees Yunho standing in the multitude, so life-like it had to be a dream.
His mouth moves, the way men mumble in their sleep, forming words so subtle they hardly held any meaning.
An unspoken message...
This song is for you.
He hides behind a cloud and covers his tears with rain.
At first he thought he had just wanted to forget.
That’s what he told himself as he sat waiting by the bar, glass of alcohol swirling in his hands.
An hour passes, and then two. He peers into his empty wineglass and decides that it’s his last.
‘Forget it,’ he mutters as he leaves, grinning at the irony of his remark.
Outside, the streets offer a different kind of solace.
He stretches and straightens the knots in his bones when somewhere to his left, a man clears his throat.
His pulse races like a runaway train-he’d recognize that sound anywhere.
‘Yunho?’ he calls into the dark, squinting to be sure he wasn’t seeing things.
He wasn’t. Not unless he'd had one drink too many.
‘I searched every bar I could find,’ Yunho says by way of explanation, stepping out from the shadows with his hands in his pockets.
‘Stalker,’ Jaejoong accuses good-naturedly, unable to hide the rush of emotions, the chest-hammering.
When my heart skips a beat and you’re it.
You’re that missing heartbeat.
Yunho smirks. ‘I knew you’d say that’ he replies jokingly, latching an arm around his shoulder. ‘I came to walk you home.’
Robbed of speech, Jaejoong simply nodded.
It was stupid, but despite the fact that they were going in a straight line, he couldn’t take his eyes off the other man.
'I imagined you there,' he says, when he eventually brings himself to tear his gaze away from Yunho, voice carried off by the lure of wandering traffic.
They reach a flight of lower stairs. Jaejoong hops on the railing, holding onto Yunho’s hand for balance as he mimics the tightrope.
‘There were plenty of fans tonight but-’ He pauses before leaping off the edge and landing squarely on both feet. Cliffhanger.
Is it singing or being on stage with you that I want?
The leader pats his back vigorously. ‘I’m still your biggest fan,’ he claims.
‘But you’ve never asked for my autograph,’ Jaejoong retorts, crossing his arms and snorting in derision.
‘I buy your cds,’ Yunho protests, putting on an indignant front.
Jaejoong laughs hoarsely, and beneath the glow of the lanterns strung up along the roadside, he appeared much younger than he truly was.
More radiant. Doll-faced.
His laughter fades when they reach the floor of his apartment.
‘Goodnight,’ Yunho sighs, braving an easy smile and nudging him inside.
He would have asked him to stay. Would have pleaded. But he couldn’t have him any longer than the time it took for him to find his own bearing.
Some things you can't fight for to win.
‘I never know what you’re thinking,’ Jaejoong whispers sadly, dismal that their reunion had been so short. ‘You don’t have to do this alone, Yunhoyah.’
Without an answer, he plants a kiss to the side of Jaejoong’s mouth and leaves it at that. The keys jangle. The door refuses to close.
He risks one final look at the expense of his heart.
‘We'll meet again someday,’ he promises;
The farthest words from goodbye...
Keep in mind that I love you.
同じ空の下で
under the same sky
同じ夢を描き
drawing the same dream
W (ダブル) を 探し続けている
we'll keep searching for that W
同じ形のまま ずっと輝くから
it will always shine in that shape
君ともう一度 笑えると信じているから
i believe we'll be able to smile together again
yunho&jaejoong
pg, romance
based on jyj concert
(♥) for my bby am3thyst
Click to view A person is not so much a name as a memory.
He stood inconspicuously in the crowd. Head down, back to the wall.
He’d come by himself. Dark jeans. Darker shirt.
Just a fan. And like the rest of them, he’d come to listen.
To remember what it felt like to hear Jaejoong sing two hundred feet away from him and no further.
Three rows down, a fanboy shouts his name across the back of the arena.
A bolt of lightning in the blue.
He looks up in pure reflex, and so does Jaejoong, who seemed to have been caught off-guard.
‘Eh?’ the lead singer wonders, quirking an eyebrow. He smiles endearingly, the way people do when they’re in love and won’t admit it.
The audience goes wild at his reaction, glow-sticks flickering by the thousands.
An avid fan lifts a yunjae banner as he fights the pang in his bosom, that dull throb which settled itself in the pit of his stomach.
The bulbs dim languidly, wrapping him within the halo of a spotlight.
He glances into the crowd, and for a brief second thinks he sees Yunho standing in the multitude, so life-like it had to be a dream.
His mouth moves, the way men mumble in their sleep, forming words so subtle they hardly held any meaning.
An unspoken message...
This song is for you.
He hides behind a cloud and covers his tears with rain.
At first he thought he had just wanted to forget.
That’s what he told himself as he sat waiting by the bar, glass of alcohol swirling in his hands.
An hour passes, and then two. He peers into his empty wineglass and decides that it’s his last.
‘Forget it,’ he mutters as he leaves, grinning at the irony of his remark.
Outside, the streets offer a different kind of solace.
He stretches and straightens the knots in his bones when somewhere to his left, a man clears his throat.
His pulse races like a runaway train-he’d recognize that sound anywhere.
‘Yunho?’ he calls into the dark, squinting to be sure he wasn’t seeing things.
He wasn’t. Not unless he'd had one drink too many.
‘I searched every bar I could find,’ Yunho says by way of explanation, stepping out from the shadows with his hands in his pockets.
‘Stalker,’ Jaejoong accuses good-naturedly, unable to hide the rush of emotions, the chest-hammering.
When my heart skips a beat and you’re it.
You’re that missing heartbeat.
Yunho smirks. ‘I knew you’d say that’ he replies jokingly, latching an arm around his shoulder. ‘I came to walk you home.’
Robbed of speech, Jaejoong simply nodded.
It was stupid, but despite the fact that they were going in a straight line, he couldn’t take his eyes off the other man.
'I imagined you there,' he says, when he eventually brings himself to tear his gaze away from Yunho, voice carried off by the lure of wandering traffic.
They reach a flight of lower stairs. Jaejoong hops on the railing, holding onto Yunho’s hand for balance as he mimics the tightrope.
‘There were plenty of fans tonight but-’ He pauses before leaping off the edge and landing squarely on both feet. Cliffhanger.
Is it singing or being on stage with you that I want?
The leader pats his back vigorously. ‘I’m still your biggest fan,’ he claims.
‘But you’ve never asked for my autograph,’ Jaejoong retorts, crossing his arms and snorting in derision.
‘I buy your cds,’ Yunho protests, putting on an indignant front.
Jaejoong laughs hoarsely, and beneath the glow of the lanterns strung up along the roadside, he appeared much younger than he truly was.
More radiant. Doll-faced.
His laughter fades when they reach the floor of his apartment.
‘Goodnight,’ Yunho sighs, braving an easy smile and nudging him inside.
He would have asked him to stay. Would have pleaded. But he couldn’t have him any longer than the time it took for him to find his own bearing.
Some things you can't fight for to win.
‘I never know what you’re thinking,’ Jaejoong whispers sadly, dismal that their reunion had been so short. ‘You don’t have to do this alone, Yunhoyah.’
Without an answer, he plants a kiss to the side of Jaejoong’s mouth and leaves it at that. The keys jangle. The door refuses to close.
He risks one final look at the expense of his heart.
‘We'll meet again someday,’ he promises;
The farthest words from goodbye...
Keep in mind that I love you.
同じ空の下で
under the same sky
同じ夢を描き
drawing the same dream
W (ダブル) を 探し続けている
we'll keep searching for that W
同じ形のまま ずっと輝くから
it will always shine in that shape
君ともう一度 笑えると信じているから
i believe we'll be able to smile together again