Guardswap; JaeChun (response to flashfic challenge 28: alchemy)
Title: Guardswap
Author: Reeza (onew)
Word count: 1576 words
Concrit?: Sure.
Pairing: JaeChun
Rating: PG-16
Summary: Some things never really change. (for dbsk_flashfic @ flashfic challenge 28: alchemy)
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The meeting of two personalities is like
the contact of two chemical substances;
if there is any reaction,
both are transformed.
He meets Yoochun on a lazy Saturday morning, eighteen and wearing a threadbare shirt, legs crossed. He thinks he's underdressed for the occasion, because Yoochun's wearing baggy shorts and a shirt too big for his small frame. It's a casual exchange of looks - he follows Yoochun with his eyes as he passes him by, doesn't stop conversing with Heechul who's beside him, and Yoochun risks a glance at him every ten seconds, then holds the last glance far too long for his liking, so he tears his gaze away.
"Are you even listening?" Heechul's got an eyebrow raised. "Yeah. Yunho's been ordering you around again, saying you're not exerting that much effort in dancing, and he's a prick for being so uptight and he needs to get laid." Heechul nods. "Good. Now, where was I..." And the sound of footsteps drown Heechul's voice.
He'll never admit he risked a glance at Yoochun for the last time before the door clicked close.
Yoochun gets introduced the same day, that afternoon. Lee Sooman surprises him by saying, "You'll be a group, and I'll be calling you... Dong Bang Pil Bae!" That's lame, he wants to say but, instead, just chuckles a bit and pockets his laugh. "No, no. I was just joking. We'll think of a better name, but you better get started working on your dynamics as a group." Yunho, the appointed leader, nods. They all leave the office with wide eyes.
Junsu is the one who breaks the silence. He's got that sunshine smile of his on his lips. "He's Yoochun! Park Yoochun, right?" Yoochun smiles weakly, slyly. He thinks Yoochun's his type - the cute boy who looks lost and independent and capable, looks as if he's been smoking for at least three years already, looks as if he's met him before. He gulps down considerably hard at the last thought. "Kim Jaejoong. Nice to meet you." One firm shake of the hand and he thinks he's crazy for even thinking about it. The small smile on Yoochun's lips grows wider.
He slips from the group to get a smoke.
Five weeks into knowing Yoochun has him wondering if a) Yoochun can actually speak good English, b) Yoochun's voice is too developed for boys his age, and c) Yoochun stopped smoking before and got back to it because of him. "Tried staying away but I couldn't. Training takes out a lot of you, except the stress." He snorts, taking a long drag. "At least you didn't promise to stop." "Never would."
Little smoking sessions turn into bonding sessions and he thinks he lets Yoochun in a little too early. He runs out of sticks one day, asks one from Yoochun. "You owe me, hyung." He chuckles. I can buy you a whole box tomorrow, if you want. Yoochun shakes his head. "No. I need a repayment now." He raises an eyebrow. Yoochun's got that charming, sly smile on his lips. He can't be serious about this.
But then he's acting on impulse and he leans in just slightly, gives Yoochun a peck on the cheek. "You'd have to settle for that for now, sneaky bastard." Yoochun laughs through puffs of smoke. "There's always next time."
He doesn't buy cigarettes on purpose for the next three weeks.
So he takes this huge leap from being a cute kid to being a man. At the age of twenty, he can barely feel his legs and knees cooperating with him - damned training and practices. Damned check ups, too, because, apparently, he's done something wrong and he can't dance with the rest of the members for the next few... months. "All you have to do is to rest for the next six months and not do anything strenuous." He thinks to himself, You mean quit being a member of Dong Bang Shin Ki, frowns a bit then promptly cracks up at the thought of Dong Bang Pil Bae. Changmin's got an arm around his shoulder, Junsu with a hand on his. Yoochun's just beside him and Yunho's doing all the note-taking.
"By strenuous activities, I mean even those that... aren't exactly harmful to your health." There's a faint gasp from Yunho and chuckling from Yoochun. Junsu doesn't get it. Changmin wishes he didn't. And he, he just laughs and feels as if he's got his knees again.
He sneaks out of the house every so often. He goes out somewhere, anywhere far from home to have some time alone. But then he needs a driver, so he makes Yoochun come along. "I'm no driver, you know," Yoochun kids as he turns around the corner. "Would you rather I got Yunho as a driver?" Yoochun laughs. "Nah. You made the right choice. You'll save up on gas if you have me as your driver." Yoochun ends with a wink and he just shakes his head, doesn't say I'd have you as my driver anytime.
Just being with Yoochun is a form of relief, for some reason. Come to think of it, he's never been able to reason out things that have anything to do with Yoochun. It's almost just all gut feeling and no logic. Maybe it is all just gut feeling and no logic. He doesn't really care - this feels right.
Feels right is an understatement when they lock themselves in their room for the first time. He doesn't know how it happens. One minute they're talking about life and music and recovering, the next minute their faces are too close to each other and he can practically feel Yoochun breathing against him. Not too long after, Yoochun's lips are on his and he's unbuttoning Yoochun's polo that's already halfway open.
Oh, screw them buttons.
Yoochun kisses like he's known him for too long already, like they've been together even before 2003. Yoochun touches him, traces his curves like they've done this so many times before. Yoochun moves inside him like it's the most natural thing in the world. Yoochun pulls out of him and whispers I love you in his ear as if he means it. And he mumbles a reply - I love you, too - and he doesn't know if Yoochun hears it, but at least Yoochun got his arms around him and he could feel Yoochun's heart beating against his skin.
His doctor would kill him if he found out he engaged in... a strenuous activity.
The next day, Yoochun slips an arm around his waist while he cooks pancakes. "Good morning, hyung." He wants to laugh at the last word - who the hell calls someone he just fucked the night before 'hyung'? "Hyung is not a very nice name to call me after fucking me last night." Yoochun chuckles. "It's a... term of endearment." He rolls his eyes. "Term of endearment my ass." Yoochun rests his chin on his shoulder. "I'd rather not call your ass 'hyung', thank you very much." There's Yoochun with his lame lines again. "Fuck you, Park Yoochun." He soon realizes that it's not the best thing to say, given their current situation. "No, not now. I think I'll pass." He can feel Yoochun smiling when Yoochun buries his face in the crook of his neck - it sends tingles down his spine. Right now he's in his awkward phase, not knowing what exactly to do, so he just indulges Yoochun and they stay like that until the pancakes are cooked, and until the coffee's already brewed.
So he's still in his awkward phase and he still doesn't know what to do, except for the following things:
1. Later, when they go out for a short walk and a cigarette break, he'll pull Yoochun close and kiss him senseless just after Yoochun's had a long drag
2. Tonight he'll top - it's payback time
3. Tomorrow they'll have pancakes, just like any 'the-day-after'
4. The day after that and the next, maybe even the next after the next and the next one after that, they'll be back to Step 1
It's New Year's eve and he's listed 'stop smoking' as his number one resolution. Yoochun's made his own list but throws it away three minutes before midnight, tries re-writing one. "Give it up, kid. We're stuck with this." He thinks about 2006 and laughs at himself, thinks about airplanes and trips abroad. Yoochun stops writing, caps his pen. "Hm. Talk about being optimistic." Thirty seconds before midnight, their faces are too close to each other. He admits to certain things. "I thought you looked awful when we first met." Yoochun laughs - Yoochun smells like alcohol and smoke and freshly brewed coffee. "If I didn't know better, I'd say it was love at first sight!" And then Yoochun's laughing and chuckling and 3... 2... 1... and-
He kisses Yoochun before he can even hear Junsu shouting Zero! outside their room. It's his first real kiss - the first time he made the first move. He meets Park Yoochun in a clashing on tongues and teeth. This time, he's wearing a wife beater and jeans, and Yoochun's stuck with his baggy shirt and shorts. When they part, Yoochun's got that familiar smile on his lips. Everything feels like deja vu, sans the kiss. "Guess I'm stuck with you." He chuckles, doesn't escape from the meeting and stays where he is. "Get used to it, bastard. Happy New Year." Yoochun shakes his head. "Happy New Year." And then there's that unfamiliar second kiss right after the first and they're breaking their own rules.
It can't get better than this.
Author: Reeza (onew)
Word count: 1576 words
Concrit?: Sure.
Pairing: JaeChun
Rating: PG-16
Summary: Some things never really change. (for dbsk_flashfic @ flashfic challenge 28: alchemy)
The meeting of two personalities is like
the contact of two chemical substances;
if there is any reaction,
both are transformed.
He meets Yoochun on a lazy Saturday morning, eighteen and wearing a threadbare shirt, legs crossed. He thinks he's underdressed for the occasion, because Yoochun's wearing baggy shorts and a shirt too big for his small frame. It's a casual exchange of looks - he follows Yoochun with his eyes as he passes him by, doesn't stop conversing with Heechul who's beside him, and Yoochun risks a glance at him every ten seconds, then holds the last glance far too long for his liking, so he tears his gaze away.
"Are you even listening?" Heechul's got an eyebrow raised. "Yeah. Yunho's been ordering you around again, saying you're not exerting that much effort in dancing, and he's a prick for being so uptight and he needs to get laid." Heechul nods. "Good. Now, where was I..." And the sound of footsteps drown Heechul's voice.
He'll never admit he risked a glance at Yoochun for the last time before the door clicked close.
Yoochun gets introduced the same day, that afternoon. Lee Sooman surprises him by saying, "You'll be a group, and I'll be calling you... Dong Bang Pil Bae!" That's lame, he wants to say but, instead, just chuckles a bit and pockets his laugh. "No, no. I was just joking. We'll think of a better name, but you better get started working on your dynamics as a group." Yunho, the appointed leader, nods. They all leave the office with wide eyes.
Junsu is the one who breaks the silence. He's got that sunshine smile of his on his lips. "He's Yoochun! Park Yoochun, right?" Yoochun smiles weakly, slyly. He thinks Yoochun's his type - the cute boy who looks lost and independent and capable, looks as if he's been smoking for at least three years already, looks as if he's met him before. He gulps down considerably hard at the last thought. "Kim Jaejoong. Nice to meet you." One firm shake of the hand and he thinks he's crazy for even thinking about it. The small smile on Yoochun's lips grows wider.
He slips from the group to get a smoke.
Five weeks into knowing Yoochun has him wondering if a) Yoochun can actually speak good English, b) Yoochun's voice is too developed for boys his age, and c) Yoochun stopped smoking before and got back to it because of him. "Tried staying away but I couldn't. Training takes out a lot of you, except the stress." He snorts, taking a long drag. "At least you didn't promise to stop." "Never would."
Little smoking sessions turn into bonding sessions and he thinks he lets Yoochun in a little too early. He runs out of sticks one day, asks one from Yoochun. "You owe me, hyung." He chuckles. I can buy you a whole box tomorrow, if you want. Yoochun shakes his head. "No. I need a repayment now." He raises an eyebrow. Yoochun's got that charming, sly smile on his lips. He can't be serious about this.
But then he's acting on impulse and he leans in just slightly, gives Yoochun a peck on the cheek. "You'd have to settle for that for now, sneaky bastard." Yoochun laughs through puffs of smoke. "There's always next time."
He doesn't buy cigarettes on purpose for the next three weeks.
So he takes this huge leap from being a cute kid to being a man. At the age of twenty, he can barely feel his legs and knees cooperating with him - damned training and practices. Damned check ups, too, because, apparently, he's done something wrong and he can't dance with the rest of the members for the next few... months. "All you have to do is to rest for the next six months and not do anything strenuous." He thinks to himself, You mean quit being a member of Dong Bang Shin Ki, frowns a bit then promptly cracks up at the thought of Dong Bang Pil Bae. Changmin's got an arm around his shoulder, Junsu with a hand on his. Yoochun's just beside him and Yunho's doing all the note-taking.
"By strenuous activities, I mean even those that... aren't exactly harmful to your health." There's a faint gasp from Yunho and chuckling from Yoochun. Junsu doesn't get it. Changmin wishes he didn't. And he, he just laughs and feels as if he's got his knees again.
He sneaks out of the house every so often. He goes out somewhere, anywhere far from home to have some time alone. But then he needs a driver, so he makes Yoochun come along. "I'm no driver, you know," Yoochun kids as he turns around the corner. "Would you rather I got Yunho as a driver?" Yoochun laughs. "Nah. You made the right choice. You'll save up on gas if you have me as your driver." Yoochun ends with a wink and he just shakes his head, doesn't say I'd have you as my driver anytime.
Just being with Yoochun is a form of relief, for some reason. Come to think of it, he's never been able to reason out things that have anything to do with Yoochun. It's almost just all gut feeling and no logic. Maybe it is all just gut feeling and no logic. He doesn't really care - this feels right.
Feels right is an understatement when they lock themselves in their room for the first time. He doesn't know how it happens. One minute they're talking about life and music and recovering, the next minute their faces are too close to each other and he can practically feel Yoochun breathing against him. Not too long after, Yoochun's lips are on his and he's unbuttoning Yoochun's polo that's already halfway open.
Oh, screw them buttons.
Yoochun kisses like he's known him for too long already, like they've been together even before 2003. Yoochun touches him, traces his curves like they've done this so many times before. Yoochun moves inside him like it's the most natural thing in the world. Yoochun pulls out of him and whispers I love you in his ear as if he means it. And he mumbles a reply - I love you, too - and he doesn't know if Yoochun hears it, but at least Yoochun got his arms around him and he could feel Yoochun's heart beating against his skin.
His doctor would kill him if he found out he engaged in... a strenuous activity.
The next day, Yoochun slips an arm around his waist while he cooks pancakes. "Good morning, hyung." He wants to laugh at the last word - who the hell calls someone he just fucked the night before 'hyung'? "Hyung is not a very nice name to call me after fucking me last night." Yoochun chuckles. "It's a... term of endearment." He rolls his eyes. "Term of endearment my ass." Yoochun rests his chin on his shoulder. "I'd rather not call your ass 'hyung', thank you very much." There's Yoochun with his lame lines again. "Fuck you, Park Yoochun." He soon realizes that it's not the best thing to say, given their current situation. "No, not now. I think I'll pass." He can feel Yoochun smiling when Yoochun buries his face in the crook of his neck - it sends tingles down his spine. Right now he's in his awkward phase, not knowing what exactly to do, so he just indulges Yoochun and they stay like that until the pancakes are cooked, and until the coffee's already brewed.
So he's still in his awkward phase and he still doesn't know what to do, except for the following things:
1. Later, when they go out for a short walk and a cigarette break, he'll pull Yoochun close and kiss him senseless just after Yoochun's had a long drag
2. Tonight he'll top - it's payback time
3. Tomorrow they'll have pancakes, just like any 'the-day-after'
4. The day after that and the next, maybe even the next after the next and the next one after that, they'll be back to Step 1
It's New Year's eve and he's listed 'stop smoking' as his number one resolution. Yoochun's made his own list but throws it away three minutes before midnight, tries re-writing one. "Give it up, kid. We're stuck with this." He thinks about 2006 and laughs at himself, thinks about airplanes and trips abroad. Yoochun stops writing, caps his pen. "Hm. Talk about being optimistic." Thirty seconds before midnight, their faces are too close to each other. He admits to certain things. "I thought you looked awful when we first met." Yoochun laughs - Yoochun smells like alcohol and smoke and freshly brewed coffee. "If I didn't know better, I'd say it was love at first sight!" And then Yoochun's laughing and chuckling and 3... 2... 1... and-
He kisses Yoochun before he can even hear Junsu shouting Zero! outside their room. It's his first real kiss - the first time he made the first move. He meets Park Yoochun in a clashing on tongues and teeth. This time, he's wearing a wife beater and jeans, and Yoochun's stuck with his baggy shirt and shorts. When they part, Yoochun's got that familiar smile on his lips. Everything feels like deja vu, sans the kiss. "Guess I'm stuck with you." He chuckles, doesn't escape from the meeting and stays where he is. "Get used to it, bastard. Happy New Year." Yoochun shakes his head. "Happy New Year." And then there's that unfamiliar second kiss right after the first and they're breaking their own rules.
It can't get better than this.