White Lies
Title: White Lies
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Rating: Pg-13
Paring: JaeSu
Summary: Because of Jaejoong's little white lies, Junsu feels like Jaejoong doesn't love him anymore and leaves the house at night in an attempt to escape it all.
A/N: This is dedicated to x_tsurara_x who asked for an angsty Jaesu. I'm sorry it took so long, I've been absolutely buried with work, senior year is definitely the hardest. All those who say its easy are liars! Anyways, I hope you like it.
It was early. Too early. Much earlier than it usually was when Junsu got tired of the stiff, expensive couch and tip-toed his way to their bedroom door.
He had to be quiet. Jaejoong hadn’t gone to bed that long ago and if he wasn’t careful, he could easily wake the older man.
The doorknob shook in his hand as he eased it open, only allowing the slightest bit of the hallway light to trickle in past the wooden blockade. There were no signs of life but the rising and falling of Jaejoong’s toned chest and the quiet whispers of his deep, even breathing as Junsu shuffled to the bed.
The warmth Jaejoong’s body offered was irresistible as Junsu curled against his elder’s side.
He just wanted to be near him. Couldn’t the other understand that? Why was he being so cold?
Jaejoong’s body suddenly stiffened, causing every muscle in Junsu’s slender form to tense.
He was awake.
“Junsu.” It wasn’t a question. Jaejoong knew who it was without even opening his eyes.
Nearly a whole month had passed since he kicked Junsu out of their shared bed and bedroom. To be honest, he would’ve kicked him out of the whole damn apartment if he could have. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t his apartment to do so. It was their's. It was Dong Bang Shin Gi’s. Not that it mattered anyways. Something told Jaejoong that Junsu would still find a way to sneak back in bed with him, even if he kicked him out of South Korea.
“What are you doing?” Hadn’t he made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with Junsu? Why was he so fucking persistent?
“The couch was uncomfortable.” Junsu whispered timidly into Jaejoong’s neck.
“So? Go sleep with Yoochun then.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Then go see if Changmin wouldn’t mind you sharing with him for the night.” Jaejoong retorted flatly.
“I want to stay with you.”
The truth was, Jaejoong wanted that too. But he couldn’t have it. The feelings the two men felt for each other were dangerous and significantly different from how they cared for the other members. It could ruin them both. Them, the group, and everything they worked so hard to obtain.
Jaejoong knew the younger man too well to have even hoped that he would have agreed to end things mutually. He was far too stubborn. In the end, Jaejoong had been forced to break both of their hearts to keep their careers in tact.
Now, no matter how much he wanted to reach over and hold Junsu, he knew he couldn’t. The other had to completely believe that his feelings were no longer returned before he would ever give up. Even then, he might not. Junsu was always very annoyingly insistent, especially when it came to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong knew what he had to do. And he knew it would hurt him as much as it would hurt Junsu, perhaps more. But he had no other choice.
“I wish you wouldn’t fucking touch me Junsu!” Jaejoong mentally smashed his head into a brick wall as he felt Junsu cringe at his side. “Can’t you understand that I don’t want you?! All you are to me is a colleague, so just leave me alone!”
He moved away from Junsu, resting on the very edge of the bed. Things were still for a few moments, and the silence pained Jaejoong almost as much as his lies did.
“Just go, Junsu.”
Junsu still hadn’t spoken and he continued to remain mute as he stumbled from the bed and back to the door. The door clicked shut behind him, echoing in Jaejoong’s ears.
*
Droplets mixed with his salty tears as he ran through the rain. He needed to get away. As far away as he could. He didn’t care about all the stares he got, he couldn’t blame them for looking either. If he saw one of Asia's top idols, running at full speed, down the busiest street in Seoul at 3:34 am, wearing nothing but some sweats, a t-shirt, and some sneakers, he’d stare too.
He turned down a side street when the burning gazes became too much for him to bear.
Escape was all he could think of.
Escape from his uninvited audience.
Escape from Jaejoong's rejection.
Escape from his own feelings.
Without warning, his movements came to a halt when he crashed into something soft, and firm. Unable to keep his balance from the sudden impact, Junsu fell backwards, landing on his rear.
He looked up through soaked lashes to see three figures hovering over him.
*
The instant he heard the apartment door slam shut Jaejoong was out of bed, throwing on yesterday's clothes and rushing after Junsu.
The younger man was all he could think about as he ran into the now pouring rain. 'What ominous weather' he thought grimly as the strident thunder cracked like a whip above him.
He shouldn't have been so callous. It only took a few moments after Junsu left the bedroom for him to come to the conclusion that treating Junsu this way was more painful for the both of them than loosing their jobs could ever be. And when he heard Junsu storm out of the apartment, he knew that he had to go after him. Timing had never been his strong suit though, and now he may be too late.
The faces seemed to blur as his eyes sifted through them, searching for the only one that mattered.
He ran 12 blocks before he heard muffled screams and loud thudding noises coming from the around the corner. No matter how out of pitch that voice was, he would always be able to recognize it anywhere.
He hurried towards the familiar voice and found a scene that made the blood burn like hot lava in his veins. Junsu was lying on the concrete, curled up into the fetal position, trying unsuccessfully, to shield his body from the harsh kicks being pounded into his gut.
Jaejoong charged forward and grabbed the tallest man by the shoulders, slamming him back into the ground. He ducked the oncoming punch of another guy and returned the attack with an upper-cut to the chin.
The third man didn't even bother to attack. He ran off in the direction Jaejoong had come from and was followed hastily by the other two.
A moment of confusion passed through Jaejoong. He wanted to make those men pay for what they did to his Junsu. He wanted to chase after them and hurt them until they were hurting worse than Junsu. But the part of him that wanted to comfort Junsu won against the side that wanted vengeance.
"Junsu?" Jaejoong called softly as he crouched down over Junsu's broken form. "It's okay. You're going to be fine. I'm here now."
"Jaejoong?" Junsu muttered before darkness consumed him.
*
When he awoke in the familiar bed, sunlight was leaking through the curtains and it gave the room a faint glow. He winced at the soreness that spread through his body as he tried to sit up but found himself constrained. A strong arm was wound securely around his waist. The hold was firm, but not tight enough to add to the pain that already extended throughout his whole form.
Jaejoong laid behind him in almost the same position Junsu had been in last night, before his little excursion.
"You're awake?" The voice melted Junsu. It was the most comforting sound he could ever hope to hear.
"What happened?" His voice came out weaker than he had expected.
"You don't remember?"
"Not really...I remember running, and then some guys, and then pain. Lots of pain-" Junsu cut off suddenly when he felt Jaejoong wince a little, but he continued. "but then it stopped...Did you do that, stop it, I mean?"
Jaejoong nodded once against Junsu's neck.
"Thank you."
Jaejoong's grip around Junsu tightened slightly.
"I'm sorry."
"..."
"It's my fault this happened to you. If I hadn't been so obsessed with our reputation and what the fans thought, this never would have happened."
"Jae-"
"Junsu, you should know that I‘ve been lying for quite some time now."
"What do you mean?"
"I do want you. I don't just think of you as a colleague, you mean so much more to me than that. I don't want you to leave me ever again Junsu."
It was a lot for Junsu to take in. Especially since it was a complete 180 degree turn of everything Jaejoong had been saying for the past month.
They both remained quiet as Junsu tried to process things. Yunho's alarm clock down the hall broke the silence but neither man moved.
"Shouldn't we get up?" Junsu didn't like making the leader mad in the morning.
"I already told him everything. It took a few phone calls, but our schedules for the next few days are cancelled. Yunho probably just forgot to turn his alarm off."
"Oh."
"Does it hurt?" Jaejoong’s voice was strained.
"What?"
"Everything."
"Oh, yeah.” Junsu paused, taking in the fact that Jaejoong was still curled against his back protectively. “But not as much anymore."
"That's good.” Jaejoong’s eyes widened and he quickly continued. “Not that it hurts. Just that it doesn't hurt as much...." He continued to ramble until Junsu slowly rolled over in Jaejoong's hold and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.
Junsu pulled back just enough to look into Jaejoong’s eyes.
"I know what you meant." He giggled when he saw the other's surprised expression despite the discomfort it caused in his sides.
Jaejoong carefully pulled Junsu's face back to his, swallowing the quiet laugh in a slow, deep kiss.
"I'm sorry." He said again when he broke the kiss to gasp for air.
"I love you," Junsu whispered back, ignoring the unremitting apology.
"I love you too." Jaejoong replied.
It looks like it wasn’t too late after all.
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Rating: Pg-13
Paring: JaeSu
Summary: Because of Jaejoong's little white lies, Junsu feels like Jaejoong doesn't love him anymore and leaves the house at night in an attempt to escape it all.
A/N: This is dedicated to x_tsurara_x who asked for an angsty Jaesu. I'm sorry it took so long, I've been absolutely buried with work, senior year is definitely the hardest. All those who say its easy are liars! Anyways, I hope you like it.
It was early. Too early. Much earlier than it usually was when Junsu got tired of the stiff, expensive couch and tip-toed his way to their bedroom door.
He had to be quiet. Jaejoong hadn’t gone to bed that long ago and if he wasn’t careful, he could easily wake the older man.
The doorknob shook in his hand as he eased it open, only allowing the slightest bit of the hallway light to trickle in past the wooden blockade. There were no signs of life but the rising and falling of Jaejoong’s toned chest and the quiet whispers of his deep, even breathing as Junsu shuffled to the bed.
The warmth Jaejoong’s body offered was irresistible as Junsu curled against his elder’s side.
He just wanted to be near him. Couldn’t the other understand that? Why was he being so cold?
Jaejoong’s body suddenly stiffened, causing every muscle in Junsu’s slender form to tense.
He was awake.
“Junsu.” It wasn’t a question. Jaejoong knew who it was without even opening his eyes.
Nearly a whole month had passed since he kicked Junsu out of their shared bed and bedroom. To be honest, he would’ve kicked him out of the whole damn apartment if he could have. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t his apartment to do so. It was their's. It was Dong Bang Shin Gi’s. Not that it mattered anyways. Something told Jaejoong that Junsu would still find a way to sneak back in bed with him, even if he kicked him out of South Korea.
“What are you doing?” Hadn’t he made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with Junsu? Why was he so fucking persistent?
“The couch was uncomfortable.” Junsu whispered timidly into Jaejoong’s neck.
“So? Go sleep with Yoochun then.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Then go see if Changmin wouldn’t mind you sharing with him for the night.” Jaejoong retorted flatly.
“I want to stay with you.”
The truth was, Jaejoong wanted that too. But he couldn’t have it. The feelings the two men felt for each other were dangerous and significantly different from how they cared for the other members. It could ruin them both. Them, the group, and everything they worked so hard to obtain.
Jaejoong knew the younger man too well to have even hoped that he would have agreed to end things mutually. He was far too stubborn. In the end, Jaejoong had been forced to break both of their hearts to keep their careers in tact.
Now, no matter how much he wanted to reach over and hold Junsu, he knew he couldn’t. The other had to completely believe that his feelings were no longer returned before he would ever give up. Even then, he might not. Junsu was always very annoyingly insistent, especially when it came to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong knew what he had to do. And he knew it would hurt him as much as it would hurt Junsu, perhaps more. But he had no other choice.
“I wish you wouldn’t fucking touch me Junsu!” Jaejoong mentally smashed his head into a brick wall as he felt Junsu cringe at his side. “Can’t you understand that I don’t want you?! All you are to me is a colleague, so just leave me alone!”
He moved away from Junsu, resting on the very edge of the bed. Things were still for a few moments, and the silence pained Jaejoong almost as much as his lies did.
“Just go, Junsu.”
Junsu still hadn’t spoken and he continued to remain mute as he stumbled from the bed and back to the door. The door clicked shut behind him, echoing in Jaejoong’s ears.
*
Droplets mixed with his salty tears as he ran through the rain. He needed to get away. As far away as he could. He didn’t care about all the stares he got, he couldn’t blame them for looking either. If he saw one of Asia's top idols, running at full speed, down the busiest street in Seoul at 3:34 am, wearing nothing but some sweats, a t-shirt, and some sneakers, he’d stare too.
He turned down a side street when the burning gazes became too much for him to bear.
Escape was all he could think of.
Escape from his uninvited audience.
Escape from Jaejoong's rejection.
Escape from his own feelings.
Without warning, his movements came to a halt when he crashed into something soft, and firm. Unable to keep his balance from the sudden impact, Junsu fell backwards, landing on his rear.
He looked up through soaked lashes to see three figures hovering over him.
*
The instant he heard the apartment door slam shut Jaejoong was out of bed, throwing on yesterday's clothes and rushing after Junsu.
The younger man was all he could think about as he ran into the now pouring rain. 'What ominous weather' he thought grimly as the strident thunder cracked like a whip above him.
He shouldn't have been so callous. It only took a few moments after Junsu left the bedroom for him to come to the conclusion that treating Junsu this way was more painful for the both of them than loosing their jobs could ever be. And when he heard Junsu storm out of the apartment, he knew that he had to go after him. Timing had never been his strong suit though, and now he may be too late.
The faces seemed to blur as his eyes sifted through them, searching for the only one that mattered.
He ran 12 blocks before he heard muffled screams and loud thudding noises coming from the around the corner. No matter how out of pitch that voice was, he would always be able to recognize it anywhere.
He hurried towards the familiar voice and found a scene that made the blood burn like hot lava in his veins. Junsu was lying on the concrete, curled up into the fetal position, trying unsuccessfully, to shield his body from the harsh kicks being pounded into his gut.
Jaejoong charged forward and grabbed the tallest man by the shoulders, slamming him back into the ground. He ducked the oncoming punch of another guy and returned the attack with an upper-cut to the chin.
The third man didn't even bother to attack. He ran off in the direction Jaejoong had come from and was followed hastily by the other two.
A moment of confusion passed through Jaejoong. He wanted to make those men pay for what they did to his Junsu. He wanted to chase after them and hurt them until they were hurting worse than Junsu. But the part of him that wanted to comfort Junsu won against the side that wanted vengeance.
"Junsu?" Jaejoong called softly as he crouched down over Junsu's broken form. "It's okay. You're going to be fine. I'm here now."
"Jaejoong?" Junsu muttered before darkness consumed him.
*
When he awoke in the familiar bed, sunlight was leaking through the curtains and it gave the room a faint glow. He winced at the soreness that spread through his body as he tried to sit up but found himself constrained. A strong arm was wound securely around his waist. The hold was firm, but not tight enough to add to the pain that already extended throughout his whole form.
Jaejoong laid behind him in almost the same position Junsu had been in last night, before his little excursion.
"You're awake?" The voice melted Junsu. It was the most comforting sound he could ever hope to hear.
"What happened?" His voice came out weaker than he had expected.
"You don't remember?"
"Not really...I remember running, and then some guys, and then pain. Lots of pain-" Junsu cut off suddenly when he felt Jaejoong wince a little, but he continued. "but then it stopped...Did you do that, stop it, I mean?"
Jaejoong nodded once against Junsu's neck.
"Thank you."
Jaejoong's grip around Junsu tightened slightly.
"I'm sorry."
"..."
"It's my fault this happened to you. If I hadn't been so obsessed with our reputation and what the fans thought, this never would have happened."
"Jae-"
"Junsu, you should know that I‘ve been lying for quite some time now."
"What do you mean?"
"I do want you. I don't just think of you as a colleague, you mean so much more to me than that. I don't want you to leave me ever again Junsu."
It was a lot for Junsu to take in. Especially since it was a complete 180 degree turn of everything Jaejoong had been saying for the past month.
They both remained quiet as Junsu tried to process things. Yunho's alarm clock down the hall broke the silence but neither man moved.
"Shouldn't we get up?" Junsu didn't like making the leader mad in the morning.
"I already told him everything. It took a few phone calls, but our schedules for the next few days are cancelled. Yunho probably just forgot to turn his alarm off."
"Oh."
"Does it hurt?" Jaejoong’s voice was strained.
"What?"
"Everything."
"Oh, yeah.” Junsu paused, taking in the fact that Jaejoong was still curled against his back protectively. “But not as much anymore."
"That's good.” Jaejoong’s eyes widened and he quickly continued. “Not that it hurts. Just that it doesn't hurt as much...." He continued to ramble until Junsu slowly rolled over in Jaejoong's hold and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.
Junsu pulled back just enough to look into Jaejoong’s eyes.
"I know what you meant." He giggled when he saw the other's surprised expression despite the discomfort it caused in his sides.
Jaejoong carefully pulled Junsu's face back to his, swallowing the quiet laugh in a slow, deep kiss.
"I'm sorry." He said again when he broke the kiss to gasp for air.
"I love you," Junsu whispered back, ignoring the unremitting apology.
"I love you too." Jaejoong replied.
It looks like it wasn’t too late after all.