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This mess we’ve gotten ourselves into; Album Challenge #01: Tri-Angle
Title: This mess we’ve gotten ourselves into (won’t let us escape)
Author: Reeza (aoireeza)
Word Count: 1012 words
Pairing: JaeSu, HoSu, YunChun, YooMin
Genre: AU, some angst
Rating: PG
Summary: It's high school- everybody wants somebody, hearts break a little without anyone meaning them and denial is everywhere and c'est la vie. They're all dancing to the same tune and some of them stumble, fall. Those who know how to dance finish the song. (for dbsk_songfic @ album challenge 01: Tri-Angle)
Author's Notes: So I got carried away with writing this. I'm terribly sorry to whoever's gonna continue it. I hope I was able to settle some things, though, since everything was pretty much left hanging in the previous installments. Enjoy. :D (Previous installments can be found HERE.)
Tri-Angle Album Challenge
Part Three: This mess we’ve gotten ourselves into (won’t let us escape)
“Where are you taking me?”
It wasn’t a hard question to answer. The response lay in a simple word - home. Jaejoong’s concept of home was simple - a structure he could stay in with a person he fancied or he was comfortable with. And with food. He almost smirked at the thought of it all, yet he opted to let this eyes remain fixed on the road.
“Where are you taking me?” It seemed as if Junsu would let him on if he didn’t give a plausible answer. “Somewhere,” he mumbled almost inaudibly. “Anywhere,” he continued. He didn’t have a particular destination in mind. For now, Junsu was with him - the first part of the plan had been executed.
“Maybe home.”
“You’re late.”
Tip-toeing from the door to the kitchen wasn’t exactly the best of ideas when Jung Yunho was waiting for him at the doorstep. “Yah,” he managed to say as he tried wearing his most natural smile - he was a complete failure, “you didn’t have to stay up, you know.” Yunho rolled his eyes, shrugged. “I was bothered. Besides, you disappeared without a trace.”
He gulped hard and bit his lower lip. “Oh.”
“Have you eaten?” It was only when Yunho asked that question that he was able to take a step forward. He nodded - but really, he hasn’t had a meal since twelve in the afternoon, and it was already half past eleven in the evening; he wasn’t exactly in the mood to eat. He took off his shoes, padded to the room and stopped midway through his walking upon hearing Yunho’s voice.
“Dorm’s curfew is ten, just so you know. I’m letting you off this time.” He smirked, chuckled just mildly. “Aye, aye, dorm head.” One step and he paused again; Yunho’s always got something to say. “And good night.” He nodded curtly, turned around and smiled a bit. “Yeah.”
“Sweet dreams,” Yunho called out for a last time. He turned the knob to his room, opened the door and shut it behind him, locked it before Yunho could even burst into his room because he knew very well Yunho would. He dropped on his bed, face buried in the yellow pillow Yunho gave him for their second anniversary.
“Dammit.” It was muffled against the pillow but he heard his words clearly. He rolled to his side, let a finger graze his lips just slightly. He fixed his eyes on the ceiling above him. Damn you, Shim Changmin. He shook his head, closed his eyes tightly so that he’d forget. But then his heart started beating triple-time and he couldn’t help but touch his lips again, Changmin’s words resonating in his mind.
I need to talk to you.
I think I like you.
No, I love you.
I know you love me, too.
Then a kiss so rough it could be considered sloppy, nails dug deep into hot, sweaty skin, hearts pounding against each other. And an ultimatum - But Yunho - and a retraction - Maybe we could work it out.
Maybe we could work it out. Just maybe.
But there’s Yunho, and there always will be.
“You’re not planning to take me around the world, are you, hyung?” It was two in the morning and they were still on the road. He wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon, even if they’ve passed by his house several times already - Junsu wouldn’t notice, anyway, so why bother taking a second look at his house and inviting the young boy inside? This was much more romantic, anyway - them driving to Lord knew where, Junsu right beside him until he grew tired of driving and he finally decided to take the latter home. “Why, don’t you like this? I think it’s fun.” He’s got his eyes fixed on the road, but he could very well tell Junsu was shooting an inquisitive glance at him.
You’re wasting gas, hyung.
Jaejoong. I told you to call me Jaejoong.
Fine. You’re wasting gas, Jaejoong. Don’t you know how many people-
I just want to be with you, okay?
It was quite unexpected, him pulling over somewhere near a park, and Junsu’s head hung low. “I don’t know what you’re up to.” Both of his hands gripped on the stirring wheel and he gave Junsu a side glance; the warm light from the street lamps cast a soft glow on Junsu’s features - it didn’t help, really, since he was trying to string words that have been running around his mind for the rest of the joyride. “I don’t know, either.” He saw Junsu bite his lower lip tentatively and turn to him seconds after - he was preparing himself for a possible snarky remark or, worse, a rejection. But, then again, was there any proposition to begin with? What’s there to reject, turn away from? “But I think I want this.” He turned his head sharply and caught Junsu smiling just a bit. “At least I think I do.”
At least I think I do.
“I know I do. Well, yeah.”
He chuckled almost inaudibly, turning away to hide the smile on his lips. “Silly kid,” he remarked, turning his attention back to Junsu and ruffling the latter’s hair. He shook his head, got a hold of the steering wheel once more.
We’re going home.
Can we grab something to eat first?
You’re paying.
Not!
And it went on for a good two minutes, this small bantering of theirs. They were taking the long way home - a yellow brick road, probably, or something of that sort - and the destination was already clear - just a little. Well, maybe, for the two of them; maybe not. What kind of home, whose home, where that home was - those had been age-old questions and will never cease to be such, and they’re were asking the very same questions at the moment. Then again, home was a structure one could stay in with a person one fancied or one was comfortable with - it’s a mutual understanding of the word for them.
That was something that was clear and certain for the two of them.
Author: Reeza (aoireeza)
Word Count: 1012 words
Pairing: JaeSu, HoSu, YunChun, YooMin
Genre: AU, some angst
Rating: PG
Summary: It's high school- everybody wants somebody, hearts break a little without anyone meaning them and denial is everywhere and c'est la vie. They're all dancing to the same tune and some of them stumble, fall. Those who know how to dance finish the song. (for dbsk_songfic @ album challenge 01: Tri-Angle)
Author's Notes: So I got carried away with writing this. I'm terribly sorry to whoever's gonna continue it. I hope I was able to settle some things, though, since everything was pretty much left hanging in the previous installments. Enjoy. :D (Previous installments can be found HERE.)
Tri-Angle Album Challenge
Part Three: This mess we’ve gotten ourselves into (won’t let us escape)
“Where are you taking me?”
It wasn’t a hard question to answer. The response lay in a simple word - home. Jaejoong’s concept of home was simple - a structure he could stay in with a person he fancied or he was comfortable with. And with food. He almost smirked at the thought of it all, yet he opted to let this eyes remain fixed on the road.
“Where are you taking me?” It seemed as if Junsu would let him on if he didn’t give a plausible answer. “Somewhere,” he mumbled almost inaudibly. “Anywhere,” he continued. He didn’t have a particular destination in mind. For now, Junsu was with him - the first part of the plan had been executed.
“Maybe home.”
“You’re late.”
Tip-toeing from the door to the kitchen wasn’t exactly the best of ideas when Jung Yunho was waiting for him at the doorstep. “Yah,” he managed to say as he tried wearing his most natural smile - he was a complete failure, “you didn’t have to stay up, you know.” Yunho rolled his eyes, shrugged. “I was bothered. Besides, you disappeared without a trace.”
He gulped hard and bit his lower lip. “Oh.”
“Have you eaten?” It was only when Yunho asked that question that he was able to take a step forward. He nodded - but really, he hasn’t had a meal since twelve in the afternoon, and it was already half past eleven in the evening; he wasn’t exactly in the mood to eat. He took off his shoes, padded to the room and stopped midway through his walking upon hearing Yunho’s voice.
“Dorm’s curfew is ten, just so you know. I’m letting you off this time.” He smirked, chuckled just mildly. “Aye, aye, dorm head.” One step and he paused again; Yunho’s always got something to say. “And good night.” He nodded curtly, turned around and smiled a bit. “Yeah.”
“Sweet dreams,” Yunho called out for a last time. He turned the knob to his room, opened the door and shut it behind him, locked it before Yunho could even burst into his room because he knew very well Yunho would. He dropped on his bed, face buried in the yellow pillow Yunho gave him for their second anniversary.
“Dammit.” It was muffled against the pillow but he heard his words clearly. He rolled to his side, let a finger graze his lips just slightly. He fixed his eyes on the ceiling above him. Damn you, Shim Changmin. He shook his head, closed his eyes tightly so that he’d forget. But then his heart started beating triple-time and he couldn’t help but touch his lips again, Changmin’s words resonating in his mind.
I need to talk to you.
I think I like you.
No, I love you.
I know you love me, too.
Then a kiss so rough it could be considered sloppy, nails dug deep into hot, sweaty skin, hearts pounding against each other. And an ultimatum - But Yunho - and a retraction - Maybe we could work it out.
Maybe we could work it out. Just maybe.
But there’s Yunho, and there always will be.
“You’re not planning to take me around the world, are you, hyung?” It was two in the morning and they were still on the road. He wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon, even if they’ve passed by his house several times already - Junsu wouldn’t notice, anyway, so why bother taking a second look at his house and inviting the young boy inside? This was much more romantic, anyway - them driving to Lord knew where, Junsu right beside him until he grew tired of driving and he finally decided to take the latter home. “Why, don’t you like this? I think it’s fun.” He’s got his eyes fixed on the road, but he could very well tell Junsu was shooting an inquisitive glance at him.
You’re wasting gas, hyung.
Jaejoong. I told you to call me Jaejoong.
Fine. You’re wasting gas, Jaejoong. Don’t you know how many people-
I just want to be with you, okay?
It was quite unexpected, him pulling over somewhere near a park, and Junsu’s head hung low. “I don’t know what you’re up to.” Both of his hands gripped on the stirring wheel and he gave Junsu a side glance; the warm light from the street lamps cast a soft glow on Junsu’s features - it didn’t help, really, since he was trying to string words that have been running around his mind for the rest of the joyride. “I don’t know, either.” He saw Junsu bite his lower lip tentatively and turn to him seconds after - he was preparing himself for a possible snarky remark or, worse, a rejection. But, then again, was there any proposition to begin with? What’s there to reject, turn away from? “But I think I want this.” He turned his head sharply and caught Junsu smiling just a bit. “At least I think I do.”
At least I think I do.
“I know I do. Well, yeah.”
He chuckled almost inaudibly, turning away to hide the smile on his lips. “Silly kid,” he remarked, turning his attention back to Junsu and ruffling the latter’s hair. He shook his head, got a hold of the steering wheel once more.
We’re going home.
Can we grab something to eat first?
You’re paying.
Not!
And it went on for a good two minutes, this small bantering of theirs. They were taking the long way home - a yellow brick road, probably, or something of that sort - and the destination was already clear - just a little. Well, maybe, for the two of them; maybe not. What kind of home, whose home, where that home was - those had been age-old questions and will never cease to be such, and they’re were asking the very same questions at the moment. Then again, home was a structure one could stay in with a person one fancied or one was comfortable with - it’s a mutual understanding of the word for them.
That was something that was clear and certain for the two of them.