Vacation: Junsu
Title: Vacation: Junsu
Pairing: implied Jaejoong/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would be on vacation with them.
Summary: Junsu wakes up. Jaejoong writes music. Yoochun had lewd ideas about Junsu's ass.
This fic is from Junsu's POV and it's very very short
This fic was inspired by this picture, tweeted by Yoochun: http://yfrog.com/fkz4q0j
poster credit goes to moni_moni_chan! Thank you! It's perfect and I love it! ♥
I'm pretty sure it's six am. I'm not sure though. The sky out the windows is gray. It feels like it should be earlier. Two or three. Because at two or three in the morning is when Jaejoong does his best writing.
He says it's because his brain turns off, and he can compose without thinking. True, some of his late night compositions suck. And then he writes something like Shelter and it ends up being insanely popular.
I blink my eyes and see that yes, it is six am. Jaejoong is hunched over his keyboard, headphones on so they don't wake Yoochun or I up. But Yoochun isn't in bed anymore, and I wonder where he's run off to. Probably out having a cigarette on the balcony.
I stretch and climb out of bed. The air holds that six am chill. Folding myself over Jaejoong's shoulders, I press lips to his cheek. He jerks, startled and then smiles, turning his head for a kiss that I freely give him. It's a brief kiss.
His skin is warm. His eyes go back to the screen. There are half written lyrics on a piece of paper on the the desk. Yoochun's handwriting mixed with Jaejoong's. I follow the notes and sing along, humming changes and verses.
"Did you sleep?" I whisper.
A head shake. "Not tired."
"We're on vacation, you know."
His lips spread in his perfect smile. I watch for a few more minutes. He probably needs coffee. I kiss his cheek again and head for the kitchen of our little suite on the edge of Korea. The beach is cold and deserted this time of year.
I find Yoochun hovering over a cup of coffee. He's wearing sweat pants and a brown hoody, unzipped. He smiles at me, eyes roving my skin and I realize that I forgot to put on clothes over my boxers.
"Jaejoong's boxers," he sings, voice rough.
I smile and look down. Deep blue. Huh. Oops. I wonder where my boxers are.
"Are you wearing mine?" I ask him.
He laughs. "Nope. I'm not wearing any."
I find my way into his lap. He smells of fresh cigarettes and vanilla and spice that is more Jaejoong's smell than his own. I wonder what they did after I had succumbed to exhaustion. He kisses my jaw, his hand tracing the top of the cloth.
"What are we going to do today?" I ask, face buried in his neck.
He shrugs. "Don't know. Take naked pictures and post them on Twitter."
I laugh. "Yeah, right." I stand up and his hand cups my ass before I move away.
"The fangirls would loved to see your naked ass."
"You'd love to see my naked ass."
"Aw, you caught me. Strip, baby." He said the last in English, but it's a command I've heard before and easy to understand. I pour a cup of coffee for Jaejoong and fix it with cream and a bit of vanilla flavoring.
"Jaejoong needs to sleep," Yoochun says.
"You tell him that," I reply and head back to the room. Jaejoong gives me a grateful smile before taking a sip of coffee.
I go back to bed and curl up in the covers. Yoochun sits next to Jaejoong, one hand in Jaejoong's lap, the other scribbling more lyrics on the paper in between taking sips of coffee.
We'll probably leave today. Go somewhere else. Find a different room to rest in. But there's no turning the two of them off. Inspiration strikes at inopportune moments, and as my eyelids droop, sleep trying to claim me, lyrics of friendship and stregnth and love fill my head.
I sigh and get up. I reach over Yoochun's shoulder and write them down, adding my handwriting to theirs.
Vacation: Yoochun
Vacation: Jaejoong
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Pairing: implied Jaejoong/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would be on vacation with them.
Summary: Junsu wakes up. Jaejoong writes music. Yoochun had lewd ideas about Junsu's ass.
This fic is from Junsu's POV and it's very very short
This fic was inspired by this picture, tweeted by Yoochun: http://yfrog.com/fkz4q0j
poster credit goes to moni_moni_chan! Thank you! It's perfect and I love it! ♥
I'm pretty sure it's six am. I'm not sure though. The sky out the windows is gray. It feels like it should be earlier. Two or three. Because at two or three in the morning is when Jaejoong does his best writing.
He says it's because his brain turns off, and he can compose without thinking. True, some of his late night compositions suck. And then he writes something like Shelter and it ends up being insanely popular.
I blink my eyes and see that yes, it is six am. Jaejoong is hunched over his keyboard, headphones on so they don't wake Yoochun or I up. But Yoochun isn't in bed anymore, and I wonder where he's run off to. Probably out having a cigarette on the balcony.
I stretch and climb out of bed. The air holds that six am chill. Folding myself over Jaejoong's shoulders, I press lips to his cheek. He jerks, startled and then smiles, turning his head for a kiss that I freely give him. It's a brief kiss.
His skin is warm. His eyes go back to the screen. There are half written lyrics on a piece of paper on the the desk. Yoochun's handwriting mixed with Jaejoong's. I follow the notes and sing along, humming changes and verses.
"Did you sleep?" I whisper.
A head shake. "Not tired."
"We're on vacation, you know."
His lips spread in his perfect smile. I watch for a few more minutes. He probably needs coffee. I kiss his cheek again and head for the kitchen of our little suite on the edge of Korea. The beach is cold and deserted this time of year.
I find Yoochun hovering over a cup of coffee. He's wearing sweat pants and a brown hoody, unzipped. He smiles at me, eyes roving my skin and I realize that I forgot to put on clothes over my boxers.
"Jaejoong's boxers," he sings, voice rough.
I smile and look down. Deep blue. Huh. Oops. I wonder where my boxers are.
"Are you wearing mine?" I ask him.
He laughs. "Nope. I'm not wearing any."
I find my way into his lap. He smells of fresh cigarettes and vanilla and spice that is more Jaejoong's smell than his own. I wonder what they did after I had succumbed to exhaustion. He kisses my jaw, his hand tracing the top of the cloth.
"What are we going to do today?" I ask, face buried in his neck.
He shrugs. "Don't know. Take naked pictures and post them on Twitter."
I laugh. "Yeah, right." I stand up and his hand cups my ass before I move away.
"The fangirls would loved to see your naked ass."
"You'd love to see my naked ass."
"Aw, you caught me. Strip, baby." He said the last in English, but it's a command I've heard before and easy to understand. I pour a cup of coffee for Jaejoong and fix it with cream and a bit of vanilla flavoring.
"Jaejoong needs to sleep," Yoochun says.
"You tell him that," I reply and head back to the room. Jaejoong gives me a grateful smile before taking a sip of coffee.
I go back to bed and curl up in the covers. Yoochun sits next to Jaejoong, one hand in Jaejoong's lap, the other scribbling more lyrics on the paper in between taking sips of coffee.
We'll probably leave today. Go somewhere else. Find a different room to rest in. But there's no turning the two of them off. Inspiration strikes at inopportune moments, and as my eyelids droop, sleep trying to claim me, lyrics of friendship and stregnth and love fill my head.
I sigh and get up. I reach over Yoochun's shoulder and write them down, adding my handwriting to theirs.
Vacation: Yoochun
Vacation: Jaejoong
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