[FIC] Soothe, Jaechun
Title: Soothe
Pairing: JaeChun
Rating: G
A/N: I wrote this months ago and finally re-discovered it. Perhaps it's fitting, considering my current state. I really need to get back into fic writing.
(and thanks roselit for the input! I'll have to think of another fic lol.)
There's a limit, Yoochun sighs, to how much one can put oneself out there. He saw the signs himself, knows he's heading towards dangerous territory of unsafe thoughts, of dark black pitch that oozes deep in his heart, in his chest. But most of his friends are away and he doesn't feel comfortable showing his more vulnerable side to his dongsaengs. Yunho is gone and Jaejoong, well, Yoochun feels he's already relied on him too much lately.
It doesn't help that he's physically sick today, nauseous and feverish, with a headache that refuses to go away. Cold patches help somewhat but the painkillers are not kicking in and he curses his weakened state. He's already gotten the reprimanding looks and the sighs from his other members; at this point, he really doesn't need any further scolding on how he needs to take care of himself better.
Right now, he just doesn't want to think.
His phone chirrups, echoing loud in his lonely bedroom. Yoohwan and his mom are away this weekend, some family gathering that he begged off of, so he's in his house. Harang looks up from the floor at the noise and Yoochun has to crack a smile at the quizzical expression.
It's an extremely long rambling text from Jaejoong, complete with emoticons and sparkles and Yoochun can't help but chuckle, wondering sometimes if Jaejoong does really have some sort of sixth sense. He's grinning until he reads the last line, where Jaejoong announces that he should really be paid for room service and could you please unlock your bedroom door?
There's a knock two seconds later, and Yoochun is embarrassed to admit that he jumps before calming down.
"Yoochunnie, you're getting better right now if I have to break down this door."
He gets up stiffly, ambling to the door to reveal a Jaejoong sparkling and resplendent in a frilly apron that Yoochun recognizes as his mom's favorite.
"H-hyung, uh," Yoochun thinks it's too damn early for Jaejooong's glittering presence, never mind the fact that it's 7PM at night.
"You're going to go right back to bed and I'm going to feed you soup. Thought you were going to be all blue by yourself right?"
Yoochun grins and good-naturedly tucks himself in under the covers. He eagerly eyes the soup and opens his mouth wide, goes for the full out cutesy face with sparkling eyes. He had been so determined to not succumb, but his body is weak and well, Jaejoong and warm soup is a combination his tired achey body cannot resist.
Jaejoong chuckles and starts to feed him, Yoochun feeling much better already, though it's more the presence of someone than the actual soup. He already starts to feel drowsy, the food making him feel full and comfy and he finds himself struggling to stay awake. He feels bad, but already can feel himself falling asleep.
When Jaejoong starts singing one of his favorite songs though, he gets oddly choked up and blames the cough meds for making him all loopy and sensitive and shit. He shuts his eyes tight, pulls the cover up to hide himself, hating to look so weak. It's a simple lullaby, the song that his mother would sing to him late at night, those phone conversations of years past in America so his younger brother could fall asleep, so that they could both believe that they were okay, that they were safe in that moment. He daren't open his eyes, but he feels Jaejoong's hand reach for his, squeeze it tight, an anchor that Yoochun clings to steady himself.
"I'm here for you, Yoochunah." Jaejoong's voice whispers. "You should never have to suffer alone."
Pairing: JaeChun
Rating: G
A/N: I wrote this months ago and finally re-discovered it. Perhaps it's fitting, considering my current state. I really need to get back into fic writing.
(and thanks roselit for the input! I'll have to think of another fic lol.)
There's a limit, Yoochun sighs, to how much one can put oneself out there. He saw the signs himself, knows he's heading towards dangerous territory of unsafe thoughts, of dark black pitch that oozes deep in his heart, in his chest. But most of his friends are away and he doesn't feel comfortable showing his more vulnerable side to his dongsaengs. Yunho is gone and Jaejoong, well, Yoochun feels he's already relied on him too much lately.
It doesn't help that he's physically sick today, nauseous and feverish, with a headache that refuses to go away. Cold patches help somewhat but the painkillers are not kicking in and he curses his weakened state. He's already gotten the reprimanding looks and the sighs from his other members; at this point, he really doesn't need any further scolding on how he needs to take care of himself better.
Right now, he just doesn't want to think.
His phone chirrups, echoing loud in his lonely bedroom. Yoohwan and his mom are away this weekend, some family gathering that he begged off of, so he's in his house. Harang looks up from the floor at the noise and Yoochun has to crack a smile at the quizzical expression.
It's an extremely long rambling text from Jaejoong, complete with emoticons and sparkles and Yoochun can't help but chuckle, wondering sometimes if Jaejoong does really have some sort of sixth sense. He's grinning until he reads the last line, where Jaejoong announces that he should really be paid for room service and could you please unlock your bedroom door?
There's a knock two seconds later, and Yoochun is embarrassed to admit that he jumps before calming down.
"Yoochunnie, you're getting better right now if I have to break down this door."
He gets up stiffly, ambling to the door to reveal a Jaejoong sparkling and resplendent in a frilly apron that Yoochun recognizes as his mom's favorite.
"H-hyung, uh," Yoochun thinks it's too damn early for Jaejooong's glittering presence, never mind the fact that it's 7PM at night.
"You're going to go right back to bed and I'm going to feed you soup. Thought you were going to be all blue by yourself right?"
Yoochun grins and good-naturedly tucks himself in under the covers. He eagerly eyes the soup and opens his mouth wide, goes for the full out cutesy face with sparkling eyes. He had been so determined to not succumb, but his body is weak and well, Jaejoong and warm soup is a combination his tired achey body cannot resist.
Jaejoong chuckles and starts to feed him, Yoochun feeling much better already, though it's more the presence of someone than the actual soup. He already starts to feel drowsy, the food making him feel full and comfy and he finds himself struggling to stay awake. He feels bad, but already can feel himself falling asleep.
When Jaejoong starts singing one of his favorite songs though, he gets oddly choked up and blames the cough meds for making him all loopy and sensitive and shit. He shuts his eyes tight, pulls the cover up to hide himself, hating to look so weak. It's a simple lullaby, the song that his mother would sing to him late at night, those phone conversations of years past in America so his younger brother could fall asleep, so that they could both believe that they were okay, that they were safe in that moment. He daren't open his eyes, but he feels Jaejoong's hand reach for his, squeeze it tight, an anchor that Yoochun clings to steady himself.
"I'm here for you, Yoochunah." Jaejoong's voice whispers. "You should never have to suffer alone."