Low-life, High-strung (12/12)
Title: Low-life, High-strung (12/12)
Pairing: Pretty much Everyone/Jaejoong
Length: 606w (30,041 total)
Summary: Jaejoong, a successful internet porn star, returns to his estranged family after the death of his mother leaves some loose ends.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
12.
Changmin didn't say anything when Jaejoong came out of the airport. He knew better. Jaejoong looked like he'd been through hell and back. His eyes were puffy, lips swollen, and the way he moved - Changmin could recognize that stiff walk from a hundred feet away, the way Jaejoong couldn't quite straighten up without hiding a wince. He'd been fucked. Hard.
Jaejoong answered all of Changmin's questions without speaking. "How was the trip?" Shake. "You okay?" Nod. "Bring me anything nice?" Shake. "Want me to shut up?" Nod.
Jaejoong shook his hands at his sides, snapping his fingers, pulling at his sleeves. There was a restless energy that rolled off of him in waves, and Changmin found himself feeling on edge, side-eyeing Jaejoong and waiting for him to snap like a rubber band.
In the car, Jaejoong pulled his hat over his eyes and punched the dashboard. "Fuck! Fucking fuck! Fuck!"
If he had to guess, Changmin would say that the trip hadn't gone well.
Changmin started the car. He hadn't even made it to the end of the lane before Jaejoong was frantically rooting around in the dash. He tossed a handful of papers onto the floor and cussed.
"There's a joint in the visor," Changmin said helpfully.
Jaejoong pulled the visor down so fast that the hinge almost came loose. He fished the joint out of the CD holder, smaller than a cigarette, and propped it on his lip. His hands were shaking as he lit, but after a few drags he eased back into the seat.
"Fucking hell," Jaejoong sighed. He tapped the window to the beat of the song playing on the radio. A slow beat. The tapping seemed to calm him down; or maybe the weed.
"That bad, huh?"
Jaejoong kept smoking, staring down his nose at the joint. He let the smoke curl out of his mouth and creep towards the cracked window. "That may have been the worst week of my life," he said.
Junsu woke up in a warm bed. The sunshine coming through the curtains was too bright for early morning; it had to be past eleven. Junsu had his arms around a pale pair of shoulders - no scrawling ink across the shoulderblades, smaller arms. Yoochun. They were the only two in the bed.
Junsu didn't want to wake him, but when he sat up, Yoochun rolled onto his back and his eyes were wide open.
"How long have you been awake?" Junsu wondered.
Yoochun shrugged. "Been sleeping on-and-off for a few hours. Didn't want to get up." Didn't want to wake you up.
Junsu already knew the answer, but he asked anyway: "Where's Jaejoong?"
Yoochun opened his mouth and then just shook his head. He looked around the room, and Junsu followed his gaze. No luggage. No clothes. No Jaejoong. It was like he'd never been. "It's eleven thirty," Yoochun said gently. "You have to be at the office in half an hour."
Junsu pressed his eyes against the heels of his hands. Tears were stinging under his eyelids, but he had no time to cry. He barely had time to shower and get dressed. "This is already the worst day of my life," he said. He forced a deep breath out. Held it. He inhaled when he couldn't hold his breath for a second longer, sucking in a huge gulp of air.
Yoochun pressed his thumbs into Junsu's shoulders, and kissed the top of his spine. "I'm here for you," he said, "however you need me."
"Okay," Junsu said. He squeezed Yoochun's hand, and then stood up. Another deep breath. "Give me ten minutes."
end.
back | ↩
wynnetimate's master list.
Pairing: Pretty much Everyone/Jaejoong
Length: 606w (30,041 total)
Summary: Jaejoong, a successful internet porn star, returns to his estranged family after the death of his mother leaves some loose ends.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
12.
Changmin didn't say anything when Jaejoong came out of the airport. He knew better. Jaejoong looked like he'd been through hell and back. His eyes were puffy, lips swollen, and the way he moved - Changmin could recognize that stiff walk from a hundred feet away, the way Jaejoong couldn't quite straighten up without hiding a wince. He'd been fucked. Hard.
Jaejoong answered all of Changmin's questions without speaking. "How was the trip?" Shake. "You okay?" Nod. "Bring me anything nice?" Shake. "Want me to shut up?" Nod.
Jaejoong shook his hands at his sides, snapping his fingers, pulling at his sleeves. There was a restless energy that rolled off of him in waves, and Changmin found himself feeling on edge, side-eyeing Jaejoong and waiting for him to snap like a rubber band.
In the car, Jaejoong pulled his hat over his eyes and punched the dashboard. "Fuck! Fucking fuck! Fuck!"
If he had to guess, Changmin would say that the trip hadn't gone well.
Changmin started the car. He hadn't even made it to the end of the lane before Jaejoong was frantically rooting around in the dash. He tossed a handful of papers onto the floor and cussed.
"There's a joint in the visor," Changmin said helpfully.
Jaejoong pulled the visor down so fast that the hinge almost came loose. He fished the joint out of the CD holder, smaller than a cigarette, and propped it on his lip. His hands were shaking as he lit, but after a few drags he eased back into the seat.
"Fucking hell," Jaejoong sighed. He tapped the window to the beat of the song playing on the radio. A slow beat. The tapping seemed to calm him down; or maybe the weed.
"That bad, huh?"
Jaejoong kept smoking, staring down his nose at the joint. He let the smoke curl out of his mouth and creep towards the cracked window. "That may have been the worst week of my life," he said.
Junsu woke up in a warm bed. The sunshine coming through the curtains was too bright for early morning; it had to be past eleven. Junsu had his arms around a pale pair of shoulders - no scrawling ink across the shoulderblades, smaller arms. Yoochun. They were the only two in the bed.
Junsu didn't want to wake him, but when he sat up, Yoochun rolled onto his back and his eyes were wide open.
"How long have you been awake?" Junsu wondered.
Yoochun shrugged. "Been sleeping on-and-off for a few hours. Didn't want to get up." Didn't want to wake you up.
Junsu already knew the answer, but he asked anyway: "Where's Jaejoong?"
Yoochun opened his mouth and then just shook his head. He looked around the room, and Junsu followed his gaze. No luggage. No clothes. No Jaejoong. It was like he'd never been. "It's eleven thirty," Yoochun said gently. "You have to be at the office in half an hour."
Junsu pressed his eyes against the heels of his hands. Tears were stinging under his eyelids, but he had no time to cry. He barely had time to shower and get dressed. "This is already the worst day of my life," he said. He forced a deep breath out. Held it. He inhaled when he couldn't hold his breath for a second longer, sucking in a huge gulp of air.
Yoochun pressed his thumbs into Junsu's shoulders, and kissed the top of his spine. "I'm here for you," he said, "however you need me."
"Okay," Junsu said. He squeezed Yoochun's hand, and then stood up. Another deep breath. "Give me ten minutes."
end.
back | ↩
wynnetimate's master list.