the best days
tokyo dome 2009 commemorative fic
jaejoong/yunho
fluff
g
442 words
Jaejoong
4-Jul-2009 3:07am
you awake?
Yunho
4-Jul-2009 3:08am
am now.
Jaejoong is sitting on the couch, TV flashing noiseless ads, chin resting on his knees when Yunho stumbles out of his room. “Sit,” Jaejoong says softly and Yunho does, more flopping than sitting but it’s okay because it’s an open invitation for the other man to relax his posture as well, leaning into Yunho’s sleepy warmth.
“Any reason for you to text me at 3 in the morning from one room away?”
“Talk to me.”
The TV remote is fumbled with until the screen flickers, colours falling into themselves until Jaejoong thinks he can see the both of them reflected in the now black glass, Yunho playing with wisps of his hair absent mindedly. It’s a good kind of darkness.
“What about?”
“Anything, anything at all.”
It’s a good kind of different too, this, because Jaejoong’s usually the one with a million things ready on the tip of his tongue, words and thoughts and Jaejoongisms tumbling after one another in chattering streams. The living room feels as if it’s breathing with them, air alive with something Yunho can’t put his finger on, Jaejoong’s pulse fluttering under his touch when their hands brush, skin and wrists and hands held in the dark. Time in the form of syncopated heartbeats.
“Well I’m excited. And tired, sleepy, but that’s kinda okay because you’re here. Changmin’s snoring in his sleep again. I’d prefer to sleep out here with you. We’re performing in less than 24 hours. We’ve made it further than we’ve ever imagined. Today is going to be the best day of our lives.”
There is a pause and Jaejoong sighs, rush of air and suppressed adrenaline. Yunho’s heart stirs with an echo of the same.
“What else do you want to hear?”
Jaejoong squeezes his hand and Yunho squeezes back, can feel Jaejoong’s eyes alight on him, bright with 3am restlessness.
“The best day of our lives. We’ve been having a lot of those, haven’t we?”
“Enough for more lifetimes we’d know what to do with.”
Yunho desperately wants to say something along the lines of I know how I’d want to spend those: exactly like this, with you but tonight isn’t about that, tonight belongs to brand new starts and well deserved ends, belongs to lighted stages and arena chills. Rooms away, Yunho can imagine Yoochun curled towards the wall, Junsu splayed across the sheets, Changmin curled tightly in his sheets making sleep noises in their room. And there’s Jaejoong here, still holding his hand in the dark at three in the morning.
Wake up Yunho-yah, it’s another best day of our lives.
[fin]
A/N- random commemorative fic for Tokyo Dome 2009 :D We made it!
jaejoong/yunho
fluff
g
442 words
Jaejoong
4-Jul-2009 3:07am
you awake?
Yunho
4-Jul-2009 3:08am
am now.
Jaejoong is sitting on the couch, TV flashing noiseless ads, chin resting on his knees when Yunho stumbles out of his room. “Sit,” Jaejoong says softly and Yunho does, more flopping than sitting but it’s okay because it’s an open invitation for the other man to relax his posture as well, leaning into Yunho’s sleepy warmth.
“Any reason for you to text me at 3 in the morning from one room away?”
“Talk to me.”
The TV remote is fumbled with until the screen flickers, colours falling into themselves until Jaejoong thinks he can see the both of them reflected in the now black glass, Yunho playing with wisps of his hair absent mindedly. It’s a good kind of darkness.
“What about?”
“Anything, anything at all.”
It’s a good kind of different too, this, because Jaejoong’s usually the one with a million things ready on the tip of his tongue, words and thoughts and Jaejoongisms tumbling after one another in chattering streams. The living room feels as if it’s breathing with them, air alive with something Yunho can’t put his finger on, Jaejoong’s pulse fluttering under his touch when their hands brush, skin and wrists and hands held in the dark. Time in the form of syncopated heartbeats.
“Well I’m excited. And tired, sleepy, but that’s kinda okay because you’re here. Changmin’s snoring in his sleep again. I’d prefer to sleep out here with you. We’re performing in less than 24 hours. We’ve made it further than we’ve ever imagined. Today is going to be the best day of our lives.”
There is a pause and Jaejoong sighs, rush of air and suppressed adrenaline. Yunho’s heart stirs with an echo of the same.
“What else do you want to hear?”
Jaejoong squeezes his hand and Yunho squeezes back, can feel Jaejoong’s eyes alight on him, bright with 3am restlessness.
“The best day of our lives. We’ve been having a lot of those, haven’t we?”
“Enough for more lifetimes we’d know what to do with.”
Yunho desperately wants to say something along the lines of I know how I’d want to spend those: exactly like this, with you but tonight isn’t about that, tonight belongs to brand new starts and well deserved ends, belongs to lighted stages and arena chills. Rooms away, Yunho can imagine Yoochun curled towards the wall, Junsu splayed across the sheets, Changmin curled tightly in his sheets making sleep noises in their room. And there’s Jaejoong here, still holding his hand in the dark at three in the morning.
Wake up Yunho-yah, it’s another best day of our lives.
[fin]
A/N- random commemorative fic for Tokyo Dome 2009 :D We made it!