Second Chances (Chapter 28b)
Title: Second Chances
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: Main: YunJae; Secondary: JaeMin, HoMin
Rating: PG-13
Length: Chaptered
Summary: After Changmin's death, how are Jae and Yunho going to cope with their grief and their increasing attraction to each other?
A/N: This part is a little complicated. It's set to BGM to set the atmosphere for the scene. It's up to you whether you play the song or not but if you choose not to, you'll miss out on the overall effect.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJ9gFAKYRYE (I tried to embed it but it wasn't working.)
Yunho walked into the house, feeling the oppressiveness of what awaited him there descend upon him as soon as the door closed behind him.
“Enough,” he whispered. “Enough.”
He set his briefcase down beside the staircase and took the packing boxes he’d bought on the way home into the living room. He shrugged out of his jacket, tossed it aside, and got to work. One by one, every reminder of Jaejoong, every pillow, coffee table/mantle ornament and drape found a new home at the bottom of a large cardboard box.
When he was finished, he went through the foyer, cleaned up there, and continued into the kitchen. Jae’s apron was just where he’d left it. The curtains on the windows above the sink had to go. Cookbooks he would never use quickly followed.
By the time he completed his sweep of the ground floor, he’d filled two boxes. He headed upstairs, first to the guest room to make sure it was empty, then the master bedroom, his room, where Jae had left everything Yunho had bought him. He started putting items into boxes, a bracelet here, a Hello Kitty memorabilia there, but when he moved to the wardrobe and grabbed an armful of clothes, Jae’s scent assaulted him, almost knocking him off his feet. He dropped onto the bed, releasing the clothes but for one item: the cream, cashmere sweater, the very first gift he’d ever given Jae. It was so soft in his hands, and he could almost feel the heat of Jae’s body through it. He could clearly picture how he’d looked in it: beautiful and breathtaking as always. And he remembered how he’d taken it off his body that same night.
Without realizing it, he began to lift it to his face but caught himself just before he pressed his nose into it. Becoming irritated with himself and the random urges he couldn’t seem to control, he tossed it into a box, sending the remainder of Jae’s clothes after it, hangers and all. Once he’d cleared the bottles of scents and creams off the bathroom counter, he was almost finished removing Jae from his house and his life. There was just one more thing to do.
He moved to his computer, his steps slow and heavy. He sat at the desk, called up a folder, and for a full minute simply stared at the thumbnails of the countless pictures and video files. His chest hurt, as if someone was juicing his heart like an orange. His eyes flit from picture to picture, calling up memories of when they were taken. A trip to the beach; the week HyunJoon had stayed with them; a dinner and movie date. The most painful were the randoms: him sitting at his desk, glasses on, working diligently when Jae suddenly popped up and snapped a picture, catching him off guard; Jae napping soundly on the sofa, looking as cute and innocent as a newborn; the two of them cuddled up in bed one morning, the marks of their nightly activities still visible on their bare upper bodies. And the videos…most were innocent but he knew that there were at least a couple that featured hot and heavy action during foreplay, though not the actual culmination of their lovemaking. His finger itched to open one of the pictures or videos, to see proof of a time when he hadn’t been so miserable, when he’d actually been happy. Instead, he hit “Back”, exited the folder and deleted it in its entirety. He purposely ignored the fact that it was still safe and sound in the Recycle Bin.
He stood and removed his work clothes, dragging on a t-shirt and sweats before lugging the boxes up to the attic, one at a time. When his chore was completed, he breathed a satisfactory sigh of relief. As he turned to leave, he bumped into a box just on the inside of the entrance. Curious, he bent down but saw no markings on the box. He couldn’t determine how long it had been there either since the entire attic was relatively clean with only a thin layer of dust, a sign of neglect that almost the entire house bore due to Jae’s departure.
Peeling open the box, he saw wrapped bundles and realized that they were Changmin’s clothes. He tore into the box next to it and found more of Min’s stuff.
So this is where it all went, he thought.
He opened a third box and found miscellaneous items. He picked up a photo album and started flipping through it but a sudden sneeze reminded him of where he was. He picked up the box and hauled it down from the attic, all the way to the foyer. He sat at the bottom of the staircase, picked up the album again and began to flip through.
As the pictures passed by, pictures he’d never seen, he realized they’d all been taken after Min left the hospital. They were mostly family, his and Min’s, with a smattering of couple shots in between. When he was almost at the end of the album, a photo fell out. He grabbed at it, assuming it had come loose of its binding. He turned it over to face him and gasped in surprise.
Jaejoong walked towards the huge wall of glass windows overlooking the city and stared out at the view beyond: the pretty golds, reds and oranges of the setting sun swirled on the horizon against the darkening blue backdrop.
He’d bought this loft for the view but sometimes the vastness of it made him realize just how lonely he was, how empty his life was. So much space, too much, for just one person.
He took a sip from the mug in his hand and let his mind wander.
Only when he dreamt, when he relived the past, did he find peace.
Yunho sat frozen, eyes glued to the picture in his now limp fingers.
When had this been taken? He couldn’t remember posing for it.
HyunJoon on his neck, clinging and squealing gleefully; he, smiling down at Jaejoong; Jaejoong smiling up at him.
They looked so…together.
They looked like a family.
He swallowed thickly as memories of similar looks popped up all at once. And then…
♪As it withers, brittle it shakes.♪
Hands stroke and caress, teasing sighs and moans from deep within as bodies glide together, skin against skin, heat to heat.
♪Can you whisper, as it crumbles and breaks. ♪
Tongues war, lips slide down sweat slick skin, teeth graze sensitive spots, each adding fuel to the fire, fanning the blaze that burns within.
♪As you shiver, count up all your mistakes. ♪
One hand travels down, down, down, finding purchase in what it seeks, delving deep in preparation for things to come.
♪Pair of forgivers, let go before it’s too late. ♪
Hot air burned in Yunho’s lungs as he fought for breath, a thin sheen of sweat popping out onto his skin as he relived the memory as if it were happening to him at that very moment. Sensations and emotions he hadn’t felt for months raced through him, charging towards that long inexperienced climax.
♪Can you whisper…♪
Hands grip firm, damp flesh as bodies, long since ready for this moment, align, humming in excitement.
♪ Can you whisper…♪
Bodies freeze in breathless anticipation. Eyes lock, arms tighten, thighs open, making way for a welcome invasion.
♪Can you whisper…♪
Hips surge forward, delving deep into tight heat on a gutteral moan.
A back arches, limbs lock, air freezes in lungs as fulfillment is achieved.
♪Can you whisper…♪
A breathy sigh.
“I love you.”
Yunho felt like a pig on a spit being roasted from the inside out. His mouth was dry, mind chaotic, skin damp while his blood boiled, his body reacting in a way it hadn’t in months.
Mouths tango while bodies rumba, moving in unison, thrust for thrust.
♪Can you whisper…♪
♪The bittersweet between my teeth. ♪
Pressure builds inside, the friction of skin against skin like little wicked fingers urging them along, towards the end they strive to reach together.
♪Can you whisper…♪
♪Trying to find the in-betweens. ♪
Breaths quicken as speed builds, a race towards the goal just beyond the horizon.
♪Can you whisper…♪
♪Fall back in love eventually. ♪
They reach the edge and the bottom falls out, sending them both plunging into space as fireworks explode all around them, inside of them, wave after wave of crackling heat pouring forth from one into the other.
♪Can you whisper…♪
Still locked and entrenched, they float back down to earth as one.
♪Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
Air whooshed out of Yunho’s lungs on a loud gasp, the photo slipping from his fingers into the box in front of him as he stared blindly ahead .
Taking one last sip, Jaejoong turned his back on the dying rays of the day, allowing the surrounding emptiness to swallow him up.
A/N: So now we know exactly what set Yunho off. Dun dun dunnnn!
I hope it didn't confuse you. If it did, let me know and I'll explain what happened. The reason I chose that song is because, well, honestly, it inspired the last scene (Yunho remembering) and that scene inspired the entire fic. If not for this song, SC wouldn't exist.
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: Main: YunJae; Secondary: JaeMin, HoMin
Rating: PG-13
Length: Chaptered
Summary: After Changmin's death, how are Jae and Yunho going to cope with their grief and their increasing attraction to each other?
A/N: This part is a little complicated. It's set to BGM to set the atmosphere for the scene. It's up to you whether you play the song or not but if you choose not to, you'll miss out on the overall effect.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJ9gFAKYRYE (I tried to embed it but it wasn't working.)
Yunho walked into the house, feeling the oppressiveness of what awaited him there descend upon him as soon as the door closed behind him.
“Enough,” he whispered. “Enough.”
He set his briefcase down beside the staircase and took the packing boxes he’d bought on the way home into the living room. He shrugged out of his jacket, tossed it aside, and got to work. One by one, every reminder of Jaejoong, every pillow, coffee table/mantle ornament and drape found a new home at the bottom of a large cardboard box.
When he was finished, he went through the foyer, cleaned up there, and continued into the kitchen. Jae’s apron was just where he’d left it. The curtains on the windows above the sink had to go. Cookbooks he would never use quickly followed.
By the time he completed his sweep of the ground floor, he’d filled two boxes. He headed upstairs, first to the guest room to make sure it was empty, then the master bedroom, his room, where Jae had left everything Yunho had bought him. He started putting items into boxes, a bracelet here, a Hello Kitty memorabilia there, but when he moved to the wardrobe and grabbed an armful of clothes, Jae’s scent assaulted him, almost knocking him off his feet. He dropped onto the bed, releasing the clothes but for one item: the cream, cashmere sweater, the very first gift he’d ever given Jae. It was so soft in his hands, and he could almost feel the heat of Jae’s body through it. He could clearly picture how he’d looked in it: beautiful and breathtaking as always. And he remembered how he’d taken it off his body that same night.
Without realizing it, he began to lift it to his face but caught himself just before he pressed his nose into it. Becoming irritated with himself and the random urges he couldn’t seem to control, he tossed it into a box, sending the remainder of Jae’s clothes after it, hangers and all. Once he’d cleared the bottles of scents and creams off the bathroom counter, he was almost finished removing Jae from his house and his life. There was just one more thing to do.
He moved to his computer, his steps slow and heavy. He sat at the desk, called up a folder, and for a full minute simply stared at the thumbnails of the countless pictures and video files. His chest hurt, as if someone was juicing his heart like an orange. His eyes flit from picture to picture, calling up memories of when they were taken. A trip to the beach; the week HyunJoon had stayed with them; a dinner and movie date. The most painful were the randoms: him sitting at his desk, glasses on, working diligently when Jae suddenly popped up and snapped a picture, catching him off guard; Jae napping soundly on the sofa, looking as cute and innocent as a newborn; the two of them cuddled up in bed one morning, the marks of their nightly activities still visible on their bare upper bodies. And the videos…most were innocent but he knew that there were at least a couple that featured hot and heavy action during foreplay, though not the actual culmination of their lovemaking. His finger itched to open one of the pictures or videos, to see proof of a time when he hadn’t been so miserable, when he’d actually been happy. Instead, he hit “Back”, exited the folder and deleted it in its entirety. He purposely ignored the fact that it was still safe and sound in the Recycle Bin.
He stood and removed his work clothes, dragging on a t-shirt and sweats before lugging the boxes up to the attic, one at a time. When his chore was completed, he breathed a satisfactory sigh of relief. As he turned to leave, he bumped into a box just on the inside of the entrance. Curious, he bent down but saw no markings on the box. He couldn’t determine how long it had been there either since the entire attic was relatively clean with only a thin layer of dust, a sign of neglect that almost the entire house bore due to Jae’s departure.
Peeling open the box, he saw wrapped bundles and realized that they were Changmin’s clothes. He tore into the box next to it and found more of Min’s stuff.
So this is where it all went, he thought.
He opened a third box and found miscellaneous items. He picked up a photo album and started flipping through it but a sudden sneeze reminded him of where he was. He picked up the box and hauled it down from the attic, all the way to the foyer. He sat at the bottom of the staircase, picked up the album again and began to flip through.
As the pictures passed by, pictures he’d never seen, he realized they’d all been taken after Min left the hospital. They were mostly family, his and Min’s, with a smattering of couple shots in between. When he was almost at the end of the album, a photo fell out. He grabbed at it, assuming it had come loose of its binding. He turned it over to face him and gasped in surprise.
Jaejoong walked towards the huge wall of glass windows overlooking the city and stared out at the view beyond: the pretty golds, reds and oranges of the setting sun swirled on the horizon against the darkening blue backdrop.
He’d bought this loft for the view but sometimes the vastness of it made him realize just how lonely he was, how empty his life was. So much space, too much, for just one person.
He took a sip from the mug in his hand and let his mind wander.
Only when he dreamt, when he relived the past, did he find peace.
Yunho sat frozen, eyes glued to the picture in his now limp fingers.
When had this been taken? He couldn’t remember posing for it.
HyunJoon on his neck, clinging and squealing gleefully; he, smiling down at Jaejoong; Jaejoong smiling up at him.
They looked so…together.
They looked like a family.
He swallowed thickly as memories of similar looks popped up all at once. And then…
♪As it withers, brittle it shakes.♪
Hands stroke and caress, teasing sighs and moans from deep within as bodies glide together, skin against skin, heat to heat.
♪Can you whisper, as it crumbles and breaks. ♪
Tongues war, lips slide down sweat slick skin, teeth graze sensitive spots, each adding fuel to the fire, fanning the blaze that burns within.
♪As you shiver, count up all your mistakes. ♪
One hand travels down, down, down, finding purchase in what it seeks, delving deep in preparation for things to come.
♪Pair of forgivers, let go before it’s too late. ♪
Hot air burned in Yunho’s lungs as he fought for breath, a thin sheen of sweat popping out onto his skin as he relived the memory as if it were happening to him at that very moment. Sensations and emotions he hadn’t felt for months raced through him, charging towards that long inexperienced climax.
♪Can you whisper…♪
Hands grip firm, damp flesh as bodies, long since ready for this moment, align, humming in excitement.
♪ Can you whisper…♪
Bodies freeze in breathless anticipation. Eyes lock, arms tighten, thighs open, making way for a welcome invasion.
♪Can you whisper…♪
Hips surge forward, delving deep into tight heat on a gutteral moan.
A back arches, limbs lock, air freezes in lungs as fulfillment is achieved.
♪Can you whisper…♪
A breathy sigh.
“I love you.”
Yunho felt like a pig on a spit being roasted from the inside out. His mouth was dry, mind chaotic, skin damp while his blood boiled, his body reacting in a way it hadn’t in months.
Mouths tango while bodies rumba, moving in unison, thrust for thrust.
♪Can you whisper…♪
♪The bittersweet between my teeth. ♪
Pressure builds inside, the friction of skin against skin like little wicked fingers urging them along, towards the end they strive to reach together.
♪Can you whisper…♪
♪Trying to find the in-betweens. ♪
Breaths quicken as speed builds, a race towards the goal just beyond the horizon.
♪Can you whisper…♪
♪Fall back in love eventually. ♪
They reach the edge and the bottom falls out, sending them both plunging into space as fireworks explode all around them, inside of them, wave after wave of crackling heat pouring forth from one into the other.
♪Can you whisper…♪
Still locked and entrenched, they float back down to earth as one.
♪Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
Air whooshed out of Yunho’s lungs on a loud gasp, the photo slipping from his fingers into the box in front of him as he stared blindly ahead .
Taking one last sip, Jaejoong turned his back on the dying rays of the day, allowing the surrounding emptiness to swallow him up.
A/N: So now we know exactly what set Yunho off. Dun dun dunnnn!
I hope it didn't confuse you. If it did, let me know and I'll explain what happened. The reason I chose that song is because, well, honestly, it inspired the last scene (Yunho remembering) and that scene inspired the entire fic. If not for this song, SC wouldn't exist.