Yunjae - Falling is Like This
A series of three drabbles/ficlets using the dbsk_flashfic Open Challenges: Gamble, Criminal, and Phobia. Can be a standalone, but probably makes more sense if you read them together. Happy Valentines' Day everyone!
Title: Falling is Like This (set of three drabbles)
Word count: 791 word total for all three parts
Pairing: Yunjae
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: DBSK do not belong to me.
Warnings: Possibly fail!abstract fic in Part III. T___T
Part I: Gamble Love
Notes: For the challenge 'gamble'
They had always been risk-takers, all five of them. From abandoning their comfort zone to live under the same roof with four strangers, to their first time setting afoot on stage, nerves and anxiety threatening to ruin the synchronicity of dance steps and the harmony of five voices, to starting from scratch in a foreign land learning foreign vowels, they were all masters in the art of high-stakes betting. They gambled not with dice and cards, but with their hopes and dreams, exchanging their youth and freedom for the seas of red and screams of thousands.
Especially Jaejoong. Afterall, he was the one who ran away from home making feasts out of cup noodles in order to reach for the stars, to chase his dreams. He was the one who turned probabilities into possibilities into certainties. ‘You risk nothing, you gain nothing’ they say.
And so he tells himself that this is just another gamble, ignoring the butterflies assaulting his stomach, his heart ready to leap out of his chest. An expert poker player knows his chances of a royal flush is less than 1%, but he doesn’t know what his odds are this time. He doesn’t bother to calculate; he was never good at math, never knew how to interpret numbers. All he knows, as he loops his arms around his leader’s neck and places a kiss on cupid bow lips, is that this time, he’s putting his biggest bet on the table and gambling with his heart.
Part II: Thief of Hearts
Notes: For the challenge 'criminal'
Yunho knows the lead singer cannot be blamed for this. In criminal law (his dad is a prosecutor afterall), theft requires a specific intent, meaning that the person actually intended to deprive someone of his or her property. Instead, he does it all unintentionally. Effortlessly.
He has no idea that tucking his tongue against the corner of his lips leaves Yunho speechless, reminders of ‘don’t stay up so late playing videogames, we have a busy schedule tomorrow’ or reprimands of ‘we need more practice with this choreography’ lodged deep in his throat, the words refusing to come out. He has no idea that a simple pout formed by cherry red lips replaces Yunho’s thoughts of the next meeting, interview, or performance with thoughts of how those lips would feel against his. He has no idea that whenever he looks at his leader, as if his eyes could only see him, smiles reserved only for him, Yunho feels his heart could burst from the mosaic of pain, fear, and happiness. And so the lead singer continues stealing hearts, unaware of his crimes, leaving behind wide-eyed, red-faced stares of awe in his trail like the way Robin Hood leaves his signature arrows behind.
Yunho sees the criminal walking towards him, and his traitorous heart betrays him once more, quickening in response, as if sensing the presence of its new owner. The lead singer steals his words, thoughts, and heart away, and as he places a kiss on Yunho’s lips, arms looping around his neck, he steals his breath away as well.
Part III: Aeroacrophobia
Notes: For the challenge 'phobia'. Names are intentionally withheld because I wanted to show that both were sharing the same feelings, though if you read the previous parts, you would know who is who. And yes, aeroacrophobia is the fear of open high places.
Some people are afraid of open places. The wide expanse of sky with no shelter is a harsh reminder of one’s vulnerability, made of a fragile body and an even more fragile heart. The thought of exposing oneself, bared for all to see at the mercy of the cruel elements of Mother nature and human nature is enough to leave the bravest weak in the knees.
Some people are afraid of heights. They fear the euphoric rise to the top, until they are almost next to the stars, just shy of grabbing onto their comets of dreams and desires with their hands, only to inevitably freefall to the bottom, at 9.81 meters per second squared, until all that’s left when the dust has settled is themselves picking up the shattered shards of their bodies and hearts.
When he kisses him, lips on lips and placing his heart in the other’s hands, he never felt this exposed before, never risen this high off the ground. Yet he’s no longer afraid of open spaces or heights, not when the other is kissing back, trying to express years of barely suppressed feelings with hands in his hair and mouth devouring his, and he’s finally realized - that the other had placed his heart in his hands all along as well. And so they rise, high above the celestial bodies, because this feeling can only be called heaven. And even if they will crash into the ground, or be torn apart by stormy clouds in the open field, they are no longer afraid - because even if they were to shatter into pieces, their molecules will still find each other and they will never, ever be apart.
Title: Falling is Like This (set of three drabbles)
Word count: 791 word total for all three parts
Pairing: Yunjae
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: DBSK do not belong to me.
Warnings: Possibly fail!abstract fic in Part III. T___T
Part I: Gamble Love
Notes: For the challenge 'gamble'
They had always been risk-takers, all five of them. From abandoning their comfort zone to live under the same roof with four strangers, to their first time setting afoot on stage, nerves and anxiety threatening to ruin the synchronicity of dance steps and the harmony of five voices, to starting from scratch in a foreign land learning foreign vowels, they were all masters in the art of high-stakes betting. They gambled not with dice and cards, but with their hopes and dreams, exchanging their youth and freedom for the seas of red and screams of thousands.
Especially Jaejoong. Afterall, he was the one who ran away from home making feasts out of cup noodles in order to reach for the stars, to chase his dreams. He was the one who turned probabilities into possibilities into certainties. ‘You risk nothing, you gain nothing’ they say.
And so he tells himself that this is just another gamble, ignoring the butterflies assaulting his stomach, his heart ready to leap out of his chest. An expert poker player knows his chances of a royal flush is less than 1%, but he doesn’t know what his odds are this time. He doesn’t bother to calculate; he was never good at math, never knew how to interpret numbers. All he knows, as he loops his arms around his leader’s neck and places a kiss on cupid bow lips, is that this time, he’s putting his biggest bet on the table and gambling with his heart.
Part II: Thief of Hearts
Notes: For the challenge 'criminal'
Yunho knows the lead singer cannot be blamed for this. In criminal law (his dad is a prosecutor afterall), theft requires a specific intent, meaning that the person actually intended to deprive someone of his or her property. Instead, he does it all unintentionally. Effortlessly.
He has no idea that tucking his tongue against the corner of his lips leaves Yunho speechless, reminders of ‘don’t stay up so late playing videogames, we have a busy schedule tomorrow’ or reprimands of ‘we need more practice with this choreography’ lodged deep in his throat, the words refusing to come out. He has no idea that a simple pout formed by cherry red lips replaces Yunho’s thoughts of the next meeting, interview, or performance with thoughts of how those lips would feel against his. He has no idea that whenever he looks at his leader, as if his eyes could only see him, smiles reserved only for him, Yunho feels his heart could burst from the mosaic of pain, fear, and happiness. And so the lead singer continues stealing hearts, unaware of his crimes, leaving behind wide-eyed, red-faced stares of awe in his trail like the way Robin Hood leaves his signature arrows behind.
Yunho sees the criminal walking towards him, and his traitorous heart betrays him once more, quickening in response, as if sensing the presence of its new owner. The lead singer steals his words, thoughts, and heart away, and as he places a kiss on Yunho’s lips, arms looping around his neck, he steals his breath away as well.
Part III: Aeroacrophobia
Notes: For the challenge 'phobia'. Names are intentionally withheld because I wanted to show that both were sharing the same feelings, though if you read the previous parts, you would know who is who. And yes, aeroacrophobia is the fear of open high places.
Some people are afraid of open places. The wide expanse of sky with no shelter is a harsh reminder of one’s vulnerability, made of a fragile body and an even more fragile heart. The thought of exposing oneself, bared for all to see at the mercy of the cruel elements of Mother nature and human nature is enough to leave the bravest weak in the knees.
Some people are afraid of heights. They fear the euphoric rise to the top, until they are almost next to the stars, just shy of grabbing onto their comets of dreams and desires with their hands, only to inevitably freefall to the bottom, at 9.81 meters per second squared, until all that’s left when the dust has settled is themselves picking up the shattered shards of their bodies and hearts.
When he kisses him, lips on lips and placing his heart in the other’s hands, he never felt this exposed before, never risen this high off the ground. Yet he’s no longer afraid of open spaces or heights, not when the other is kissing back, trying to express years of barely suppressed feelings with hands in his hair and mouth devouring his, and he’s finally realized - that the other had placed his heart in his hands all along as well. And so they rise, high above the celestial bodies, because this feeling can only be called heaven. And even if they will crash into the ground, or be torn apart by stormy clouds in the open field, they are no longer afraid - because even if they were to shatter into pieces, their molecules will still find each other and they will never, ever be apart.