i can show you the world; jaesu
i can show you the world
jaesu; 900 words
summary: post-jx con in seoul sweetness?
a/n: it's not my fault they are bombarding us with content and i have few creative outlets
also a/n: alternative titles included: (1) shalalala don't be shy, (2) we're all just ken jaejoong, (3) absolutely diabolical hairstyle change! (4) all concert inside jokes challenge
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“I’m just tired. I didn’t even have that much!”
“Let me walk you out.” Jajoong has a huge grin on his face, laughing through his words. “Thanks for drinking with us, Junsu”
Junsu stumbles as they leave, the grip on Jaejoong’s sleeve telling. “I’m fine,” he insists, though the words are mumbled as he leans on Jaejoong, both of them peering down the block for his cab. “You could go back in if you want.”
“At least you’re nearby, we can see your apartment from here,” Jaejoong elbows Junsu’s ribs gently and gestures towards the tower in the distance. “Should I write your apartment number down for you?”
“You’re gonna go for a few more hours right?”
“Mmm, maybe just one more, I’m beat too.” Jaejoong steps forward when Junsu’s cab pulls up and wraps his arms around him, squeezing harder than usual. His voice catches just slightly, “Thank you, Junsu.”
It’s Junsu’s turn to relax against him, his chin tucked on Jaejoong’s shoulder, the weight steady like how he’s used to Junsu feeling. Jaejoong closes his eyes briefly, thinking about how much harder it had been to hold himself together earlier.
“Come to my place after.”
Jaejoong pauses, replaying Junsu’s voice low and sober against his ear.
“Are you-”
Junsu interrupts him and leans closer, his voice dropping lower as he rattles off his security code. He pulls back with a smirk. “Repeat it back to me.”
Jaejoong does, watching Junsu’s smirk turn into a laugh as he slides into his cab before it drives off.
/
The lock emits its soft beep and Jaejoong’s inside, peering around in the dark and wondering if Junsu’s fallen asleep. I should leave then, but he hears the sound of a hair dryer and sees the light leaking out from under the door to Junsu’s bedroom.
He opens the door, thumb between his teeth, choosing now to feel shy. The curtains are drawn so the room is only illuminated by Junsu’s vanity lights, pouring into the rest of the room through glass walls.
“It’s not safe to give your code out like that, you know,” he mumbles around his thumb, leaning against the door.
“Only you know it.”
“Big liar,” Jaejoong whines and finds himself wanting special treatment now, pouting at Junsu through their reflection.
“Fine, my mom and hyung know it too,” Junsu giggles in the way that gets everything forgiven. He turns around and Jaejoong notices Junsu’s skin is still damp as he gets closer. “You’re acting cute - you had a good time?”
Jaejoong wrinkles his brows and whines again.
“Really, really cute. You need a bath? I just soaked. Feels good.”
“Why? So you can watch me, you perv?” Jaejoong looks around the bathroom, spots Junsu’s shirt on the floor. “Your stylist is gonna kill you for leaving Balenciaga on the floor.”
/
“I just missed feeling close,” he says, grabbing Junsu’s hand underneath the covers. He means open, and raw, and protected, but after all these years he knows Junsu knows. They don’t ever use the same words for it, so it’s easier left unsaid.
Junsu nods, “I know, I could tell.” He strokes Jaejoong’s hair out of his face, continuing to comb through it absently.
Jaejoong sees him stall, hesitate for a second before he moves in for another hug that makes Jaejoong want to burst. The same overwhelming churning from earlier in the night is back and if Junsu squeezes any harder, he’s scared it’ll all spill out.
“I hate you - you give the best hugs.”
Junsu laughs but the exhaustion from nights of shows in a row takes the wind out of it. It tugs at a memory - Junsu sprawled on a hotel bed, shower-damp hair falling over his eyes. He’d look serious, pensive, until one of them called his name. In an instant he’d light up the room again.
“I missed being close to you too.”
“You must be really tired to admit that to me,” Jaejoong teases him, knows that Junsu’s guard is down when he’s tired.
Their voices drop to whispers, the space in between them shrinking as they recall moments from the last three nights like secrets. It’s the way Junsu smiles softly with his eyes that makes Jaejoong’s head buzz more than the alcohol, when he’s so generous with his compliments that it makes Jaejoong blush.
“You should have cried at rehearsal like I did. But you always try to hold out. That’s why you spill over. Like a flood and a…”
Jaejoong sighs and is reminded of just how different Junsu’s voice is when he’s not in performer mode, low and husky, a warm rumble in his chest. They’re close enough now that even with how quiet Junsu’s being, he can feel his breath on his cheek.
“Can I kiss you?” he interrupts Junsu mid sentence. The words are out before he can stop them.
He watches Junsu stop to think, staring at the beauty mark on top of the man’s upper lip when a warm hand cups his jaw that he can’t help but move into, feeling the urge to hide.
“Sorry, I’m drunk. And your hair guy was just being diabolical with the last minute hairstyle change. I got caught up. You give really good h-”
Junsu shuts him up with a kiss that makes his knees weak.
He lets the silence sit between them.
Junsu breaks it. “Nice.”
jaesu; 900 words
summary: post-jx con in seoul sweetness?
a/n: it's not my fault they are bombarding us with content and i have few creative outlets
also a/n: alternative titles included: (1) shalalala don't be shy, (2) we're all just ken jaejoong, (3) absolutely diabolical hairstyle change! (4) all concert inside jokes challenge
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“I’m just tired. I didn’t even have that much!”
“Let me walk you out.” Jajoong has a huge grin on his face, laughing through his words. “Thanks for drinking with us, Junsu”
Junsu stumbles as they leave, the grip on Jaejoong’s sleeve telling. “I’m fine,” he insists, though the words are mumbled as he leans on Jaejoong, both of them peering down the block for his cab. “You could go back in if you want.”
“At least you’re nearby, we can see your apartment from here,” Jaejoong elbows Junsu’s ribs gently and gestures towards the tower in the distance. “Should I write your apartment number down for you?”
“You’re gonna go for a few more hours right?”
“Mmm, maybe just one more, I’m beat too.” Jaejoong steps forward when Junsu’s cab pulls up and wraps his arms around him, squeezing harder than usual. His voice catches just slightly, “Thank you, Junsu.”
It’s Junsu’s turn to relax against him, his chin tucked on Jaejoong’s shoulder, the weight steady like how he’s used to Junsu feeling. Jaejoong closes his eyes briefly, thinking about how much harder it had been to hold himself together earlier.
“Come to my place after.”
Jaejoong pauses, replaying Junsu’s voice low and sober against his ear.
“Are you-”
Junsu interrupts him and leans closer, his voice dropping lower as he rattles off his security code. He pulls back with a smirk. “Repeat it back to me.”
Jaejoong does, watching Junsu’s smirk turn into a laugh as he slides into his cab before it drives off.
/
The lock emits its soft beep and Jaejoong’s inside, peering around in the dark and wondering if Junsu’s fallen asleep. I should leave then, but he hears the sound of a hair dryer and sees the light leaking out from under the door to Junsu’s bedroom.
He opens the door, thumb between his teeth, choosing now to feel shy. The curtains are drawn so the room is only illuminated by Junsu’s vanity lights, pouring into the rest of the room through glass walls.
“It’s not safe to give your code out like that, you know,” he mumbles around his thumb, leaning against the door.
“Only you know it.”
“Big liar,” Jaejoong whines and finds himself wanting special treatment now, pouting at Junsu through their reflection.
“Fine, my mom and hyung know it too,” Junsu giggles in the way that gets everything forgiven. He turns around and Jaejoong notices Junsu’s skin is still damp as he gets closer. “You’re acting cute - you had a good time?”
Jaejoong wrinkles his brows and whines again.
“Really, really cute. You need a bath? I just soaked. Feels good.”
“Why? So you can watch me, you perv?” Jaejoong looks around the bathroom, spots Junsu’s shirt on the floor. “Your stylist is gonna kill you for leaving Balenciaga on the floor.”
/
“I just missed feeling close,” he says, grabbing Junsu’s hand underneath the covers. He means open, and raw, and protected, but after all these years he knows Junsu knows. They don’t ever use the same words for it, so it’s easier left unsaid.
Junsu nods, “I know, I could tell.” He strokes Jaejoong’s hair out of his face, continuing to comb through it absently.
Jaejoong sees him stall, hesitate for a second before he moves in for another hug that makes Jaejoong want to burst. The same overwhelming churning from earlier in the night is back and if Junsu squeezes any harder, he’s scared it’ll all spill out.
“I hate you - you give the best hugs.”
Junsu laughs but the exhaustion from nights of shows in a row takes the wind out of it. It tugs at a memory - Junsu sprawled on a hotel bed, shower-damp hair falling over his eyes. He’d look serious, pensive, until one of them called his name. In an instant he’d light up the room again.
“I missed being close to you too.”
“You must be really tired to admit that to me,” Jaejoong teases him, knows that Junsu’s guard is down when he’s tired.
Their voices drop to whispers, the space in between them shrinking as they recall moments from the last three nights like secrets. It’s the way Junsu smiles softly with his eyes that makes Jaejoong’s head buzz more than the alcohol, when he’s so generous with his compliments that it makes Jaejoong blush.
“You should have cried at rehearsal like I did. But you always try to hold out. That’s why you spill over. Like a flood and a…”
Jaejoong sighs and is reminded of just how different Junsu’s voice is when he’s not in performer mode, low and husky, a warm rumble in his chest. They’re close enough now that even with how quiet Junsu’s being, he can feel his breath on his cheek.
“Can I kiss you?” he interrupts Junsu mid sentence. The words are out before he can stop them.
He watches Junsu stop to think, staring at the beauty mark on top of the man’s upper lip when a warm hand cups his jaw that he can’t help but move into, feeling the urge to hide.
“Sorry, I’m drunk. And your hair guy was just being diabolical with the last minute hairstyle change. I got caught up. You give really good h-”
Junsu shuts him up with a kiss that makes his knees weak.
He lets the silence sit between them.
Junsu breaks it. “Nice.”