Priorities - YunJae - PG
Title: Priorities. (part of the Everyday Chronicles)
Length: One shot. (1,580 words)
Author: Guu
Rating: PG
Genre: Bittersweet fluff?
Summary: Yunho learns to set his priorities straight.
(Since I can't remember if this piece was beta-ed or not, please point out any mistakes and I'll fix them ASAP.)
(Author's notes at the end/please answer the VERY IMPORANT BOLDED QUESTION at the very end xD)
Priorities.
It usually didn't bother him that much that his phone was awfully quiet. On the contrary, it meant that he could have some peace of mind. After all, they say no news is good news. Yunho didn't consider himself to be a phone addict anyway.
But then again the thing hadn't as much as bleeped all day. Not a missed call nor a single message, nothing. He sighed. It was pointless to go crazy over such a stupid thing, he told himself, you sound like a teenage girl obsessing over her stupid boyfriend. Or was he not?
It had been a few months since the last time he had seen Jaejoong. They had been talking over the phone and instant messengers a lot, but they hadn't seen each other's face ever since the older man started with his so called international activities, and truth be told, it was doing strange things to Yunho's general mood. He felt odd, as if something that had been sleeping within him had awoken and needed some kind of comfort right there right now.
His thoughts were interrupted when the lights to the dressing room were switched on. Yunho snapped his eyes open, startled by the opening door. He had been dozing on one of the small couches and had almost forgotten about dress rehearsals.
"Yunho-sshi, are you ready?" the coordi nuna asked, peeking her head into the room. Yunho stood up and nodded, fixing his blazer.
"I'll be there in a minute." He rubbed his eyes to take the sleepiness out of them and gave one last glance at his phone before heading to the rehearsal room.
xx
Goong rehearsals went smoothly. Yunho had his experience to thank; he could go through the entire thing without having to think about it. His body knew where he could start spacing out and when exactly to zone back to the play without missing a beat of the script.
That night he spent the whole damn while thinking about his phone, and Jaejoong.
Yes. He was in love with the man. He had been in love with the man since the beginning of time, but he had never done anything about it. Sure, Jaejoong knew and reciprocated his feelings, but their career had always come first. They would have time, they'd tell themselves between the rare coy kisses and stolen caresses, after all of this is over. They'd have plenty of time. That is, when they still thought being over wouldn't happen for a long time.
Back at that time, Yunho liked to think his infatuation with the whimsical man was something he could recover from. He liked to sit back and assure himself he was in control of the situation, that once he needed to get settled, there'd be a switch to press and the feelings would fade away as he pleased. Yes, he liked to think that.
However, after the lawsuit broke and they were forced apart, Yunho's only fading feelings were those of assurance and the confidence he had manouvered his growing emotions with. He missed Jaejoong. More so everyday. He had come to terms with that four months after their last meeting.
Now, he'd do anything to set things straight with the man, but their situation was, if anything, complicated. Neither could risk a scandal, and any evidence their fans could gather about them that was spilled to the outside world had the potential of royally screwing things for both.
Hence Yunho's newly founded relationship with his phone.
xx
He got a call that night after the show. The staff had never seen him throw himself at an electronic device so fast. He waved a polite goodbye to everybody, bowed and left the theatre for his car, where he clutched the phone to his ear like his life depended on it.
"Hey," he breathed, trying to sound casual. His mind slipped for a second and reminded him to thank whatever genius had thought it'd be a good idea for him to drive his own ass home. Probably Changmin. A genius, that boy.
The voice at the other end came right away, and it was the sweetest sound Yunho had ever heard.
"Yunho-yah."
"How are you?" he asked, relaxing now that he was comfortably seated in his car. He looked around and found a few stalker fangirls at the other end of the parking lot. They didn't seem to have noticed him yet, so he leant back and concentrated on the call.
"I'm alright," said Jaejoong, voice mellow. Yunho could picture his smile stretching through his face as he spoke, "recorded all day long, rehearsed stuff, signed some papers, had a beer with Yoochunnie. You?"
"Goong," he replied. He didn't feel like talking, all he wanted to do was sit back and listen to this gorgeous man's voice. "How is everybody?"
"Oh, they're fine. Junsu bought a computer and Yoochun fucked it five minutes into it. They're not talking right now. Yoochun cried."
The nonchalance with which Jaejoong said the last part made Yunho chuckle.
"Of course," he offered. Jaejoong chuckled with him, and then Yunho could make out Yoochun's voice protesting on the back.
"They say hi. Ah. They're talking again, apparently. You never know. Oh, I also bought a cat."
"A cat?"
"Yes. It's all black and cute and funny. He looks at me funny. He has a super small face... just like you. That's why I bought it."
Yunho choked on whatever else he was planning to say at that. He noticed he was blushing furiously when he glanced at the rearview mirror and found his red cheeks staring back at him.
"That's... very nice," he spluttered, in lieu of something more intelligent.
"He's adorable, I wish you could meet him."
The air changed at the man's last remark. Me too, thought Yunho, I wish I could meet him, and you. He gasped for air, the pressure against his chest too opressing.
"Jaejoong-ah...," he said.
"How was Goong?"
Yunho blinked. The moment was spoiled. "It was okay."
Jaejoong breathed out against the mic, Yunho could tell. His voice softened when he spoke again.
"I promise I'll go see you some day. I just need to learn how to get rid of all those stalkers..."
There was guilt in his voice, and something bittersweet about it. Yunho wasn't expecting Jaejoong to ever come and watch him, but the thought that he had considered it was incredibly endearing.
"Jae... I understand, don't worry about it. I know how this is."
Yunho could picture Jaejoong nodding at the other side, for he was quiet for a while.
"I just wish we had done all of this before..."
Breathe. Breathe! Yunho's mind went blank. Me too, he thought.
"Me too," he said, "me too like you have no idea, Jaejoong-ah." He sounded a bit desperate but he ignored the opressing need to take it back. It was true, it was all true. He had had it all wrong until the bitter end, and now this was all they had.
But, oh, there was this one thing: Love.
"I miss you.'
"I love you."
There was silence at the other side, so Yunho thought Jaejoong was either in shock or grinning like an idiot and having a hard time explaining himself to Yoochun and Junsu.
"Me... me too. Me too. I love you too."
A glance at the rearview mirror showed Yunho a tiny scarlet smile blossoming on his lips. Jaejoong's answer had been in a tone that carried pride, joy and excitedness altogether in those simple words. Yunho was pleased beyond description.
"I'm glad," he replied, unable to find a more suitable word. "I'm really, really glad." Elated was probably a better word, but his mind was numb in a good way. Jaejoong loved him.
His smile grew longer and bigger and brighter, but reality downed on him as a small group of stalker fangirls moved towards his car with their deadly phones ready to shoot some pictures.
"Ah, damn. I've been discovered, I'll start the car now."
Jaejoong understood that meant saying goodbye for the time being. He whispered a slightly disappointed okay.
"I'm sorry, Jae..."
"Shush. I get it. I won't let them spoil the moment. I'm happy as it is."
Yunho nodded and turned the engine on. "I'll be free tomorrow night. You can call me and I'll tell you about Goong and you can pretend you're there watching it yourself."
"It's a date."
"All right."
"Take care, yes?"
"You too, and everybody else."
"Say hi to Changmin for us, but more from me than them."
"I will."
"My cat will be here waiting for the time when you two can meet..."
"I... I will do my best not to disappoint him."
"Oh, shut up, you never do. Go face your stalkers."
"Call me."
"Love you, bye bye."
The line was cut before Yunho could say I love you back.
xx
The next day Yunho walked up to his manager and requested a slight change of schedule so he could have two days to himself two weeks from then. The older man gave him a weird look but granted the request either way.
On his way back home that night Yunho couldn't stop grinning. He drove past a pet shop and bought a couple of things for a certain black cat.
Sure, it had been a while, he thought to himself, but he had finally set his priorities right.
xx
fin.
---
Hey everyone :) It's been a while since I last wrote something. I actually had this ficlet on my HD for about two months.. ever since Jae bought Jiji (when we still didn't know his name). It doesn't really make sense to post this now, but what the hell.
About all the things that have been happening, I don't think I ever voiced out my thoughts (cause I don't think anybody cares XD) but to summarize it, I've remained pretty neutral about everything. I think it's silly, to put it in a light way, to hate on a "team" and follow the other blindly, since they are still the same people we loved and cared for and wrote about before all of this happened. Fandom is really disappointing right now, and I guess that explains somewhat the lack of good fics out there as well. It's hard to keep up with things you love when there's so much stupid and so much hate thrown about. I don't ever wish to stop writing about them, but I've realized my drive has decreased dramatically, even about plots that I feel very strongly about.
But well, let's all do our best to keep the faith and support every member in whatever thing they choose to do in the future, and hope for the best outcome for them all.
Also, a very important question.
How many readers who understand Spanish check this blog? I have a fic (in Spa) I wrote a million years ago, but I never got around posting it. It's the only fic I've written in Spanish that never got translated to any other language, because in my opinion, it loses its shine. I've been wondering about posting it here, cause it's one of my favorites, but if it's just going to take space I'd rather keep it in my PC. (It's written in Argentinean Spanish because I hate hate hate neutral Spanish with a vengeance, but from the little rewiews I've received from non-Argentine-Spanish speakers, it's pretty good and understandable and not awkward in a horrible way XD).
Well, that was that. See you all in my next piece of writing, whenever that might be :)
Length: One shot. (1,580 words)
Author: Guu
Rating: PG
Genre: Bittersweet fluff?
Summary: Yunho learns to set his priorities straight.
(Since I can't remember if this piece was beta-ed or not, please point out any mistakes and I'll fix them ASAP.)
(Author's notes at the end/please answer the VERY IMPORANT BOLDED QUESTION at the very end xD)
Priorities.
It usually didn't bother him that much that his phone was awfully quiet. On the contrary, it meant that he could have some peace of mind. After all, they say no news is good news. Yunho didn't consider himself to be a phone addict anyway.
But then again the thing hadn't as much as bleeped all day. Not a missed call nor a single message, nothing. He sighed. It was pointless to go crazy over such a stupid thing, he told himself, you sound like a teenage girl obsessing over her stupid boyfriend. Or was he not?
It had been a few months since the last time he had seen Jaejoong. They had been talking over the phone and instant messengers a lot, but they hadn't seen each other's face ever since the older man started with his so called international activities, and truth be told, it was doing strange things to Yunho's general mood. He felt odd, as if something that had been sleeping within him had awoken and needed some kind of comfort right there right now.
His thoughts were interrupted when the lights to the dressing room were switched on. Yunho snapped his eyes open, startled by the opening door. He had been dozing on one of the small couches and had almost forgotten about dress rehearsals.
"Yunho-sshi, are you ready?" the coordi nuna asked, peeking her head into the room. Yunho stood up and nodded, fixing his blazer.
"I'll be there in a minute." He rubbed his eyes to take the sleepiness out of them and gave one last glance at his phone before heading to the rehearsal room.
xx
Goong rehearsals went smoothly. Yunho had his experience to thank; he could go through the entire thing without having to think about it. His body knew where he could start spacing out and when exactly to zone back to the play without missing a beat of the script.
That night he spent the whole damn while thinking about his phone, and Jaejoong.
Yes. He was in love with the man. He had been in love with the man since the beginning of time, but he had never done anything about it. Sure, Jaejoong knew and reciprocated his feelings, but their career had always come first. They would have time, they'd tell themselves between the rare coy kisses and stolen caresses, after all of this is over. They'd have plenty of time. That is, when they still thought being over wouldn't happen for a long time.
Back at that time, Yunho liked to think his infatuation with the whimsical man was something he could recover from. He liked to sit back and assure himself he was in control of the situation, that once he needed to get settled, there'd be a switch to press and the feelings would fade away as he pleased. Yes, he liked to think that.
However, after the lawsuit broke and they were forced apart, Yunho's only fading feelings were those of assurance and the confidence he had manouvered his growing emotions with. He missed Jaejoong. More so everyday. He had come to terms with that four months after their last meeting.
Now, he'd do anything to set things straight with the man, but their situation was, if anything, complicated. Neither could risk a scandal, and any evidence their fans could gather about them that was spilled to the outside world had the potential of royally screwing things for both.
Hence Yunho's newly founded relationship with his phone.
xx
He got a call that night after the show. The staff had never seen him throw himself at an electronic device so fast. He waved a polite goodbye to everybody, bowed and left the theatre for his car, where he clutched the phone to his ear like his life depended on it.
"Hey," he breathed, trying to sound casual. His mind slipped for a second and reminded him to thank whatever genius had thought it'd be a good idea for him to drive his own ass home. Probably Changmin. A genius, that boy.
The voice at the other end came right away, and it was the sweetest sound Yunho had ever heard.
"Yunho-yah."
"How are you?" he asked, relaxing now that he was comfortably seated in his car. He looked around and found a few stalker fangirls at the other end of the parking lot. They didn't seem to have noticed him yet, so he leant back and concentrated on the call.
"I'm alright," said Jaejoong, voice mellow. Yunho could picture his smile stretching through his face as he spoke, "recorded all day long, rehearsed stuff, signed some papers, had a beer with Yoochunnie. You?"
"Goong," he replied. He didn't feel like talking, all he wanted to do was sit back and listen to this gorgeous man's voice. "How is everybody?"
"Oh, they're fine. Junsu bought a computer and Yoochun fucked it five minutes into it. They're not talking right now. Yoochun cried."
The nonchalance with which Jaejoong said the last part made Yunho chuckle.
"Of course," he offered. Jaejoong chuckled with him, and then Yunho could make out Yoochun's voice protesting on the back.
"They say hi. Ah. They're talking again, apparently. You never know. Oh, I also bought a cat."
"A cat?"
"Yes. It's all black and cute and funny. He looks at me funny. He has a super small face... just like you. That's why I bought it."
Yunho choked on whatever else he was planning to say at that. He noticed he was blushing furiously when he glanced at the rearview mirror and found his red cheeks staring back at him.
"That's... very nice," he spluttered, in lieu of something more intelligent.
"He's adorable, I wish you could meet him."
The air changed at the man's last remark. Me too, thought Yunho, I wish I could meet him, and you. He gasped for air, the pressure against his chest too opressing.
"Jaejoong-ah...," he said.
"How was Goong?"
Yunho blinked. The moment was spoiled. "It was okay."
Jaejoong breathed out against the mic, Yunho could tell. His voice softened when he spoke again.
"I promise I'll go see you some day. I just need to learn how to get rid of all those stalkers..."
There was guilt in his voice, and something bittersweet about it. Yunho wasn't expecting Jaejoong to ever come and watch him, but the thought that he had considered it was incredibly endearing.
"Jae... I understand, don't worry about it. I know how this is."
Yunho could picture Jaejoong nodding at the other side, for he was quiet for a while.
"I just wish we had done all of this before..."
Breathe. Breathe! Yunho's mind went blank. Me too, he thought.
"Me too," he said, "me too like you have no idea, Jaejoong-ah." He sounded a bit desperate but he ignored the opressing need to take it back. It was true, it was all true. He had had it all wrong until the bitter end, and now this was all they had.
But, oh, there was this one thing: Love.
"I miss you.'
"I love you."
There was silence at the other side, so Yunho thought Jaejoong was either in shock or grinning like an idiot and having a hard time explaining himself to Yoochun and Junsu.
"Me... me too. Me too. I love you too."
A glance at the rearview mirror showed Yunho a tiny scarlet smile blossoming on his lips. Jaejoong's answer had been in a tone that carried pride, joy and excitedness altogether in those simple words. Yunho was pleased beyond description.
"I'm glad," he replied, unable to find a more suitable word. "I'm really, really glad." Elated was probably a better word, but his mind was numb in a good way. Jaejoong loved him.
His smile grew longer and bigger and brighter, but reality downed on him as a small group of stalker fangirls moved towards his car with their deadly phones ready to shoot some pictures.
"Ah, damn. I've been discovered, I'll start the car now."
Jaejoong understood that meant saying goodbye for the time being. He whispered a slightly disappointed okay.
"I'm sorry, Jae..."
"Shush. I get it. I won't let them spoil the moment. I'm happy as it is."
Yunho nodded and turned the engine on. "I'll be free tomorrow night. You can call me and I'll tell you about Goong and you can pretend you're there watching it yourself."
"It's a date."
"All right."
"Take care, yes?"
"You too, and everybody else."
"Say hi to Changmin for us, but more from me than them."
"I will."
"My cat will be here waiting for the time when you two can meet..."
"I... I will do my best not to disappoint him."
"Oh, shut up, you never do. Go face your stalkers."
"Call me."
"Love you, bye bye."
The line was cut before Yunho could say I love you back.
xx
The next day Yunho walked up to his manager and requested a slight change of schedule so he could have two days to himself two weeks from then. The older man gave him a weird look but granted the request either way.
On his way back home that night Yunho couldn't stop grinning. He drove past a pet shop and bought a couple of things for a certain black cat.
Sure, it had been a while, he thought to himself, but he had finally set his priorities right.
xx
fin.
---
Hey everyone :) It's been a while since I last wrote something. I actually had this ficlet on my HD for about two months.. ever since Jae bought Jiji (when we still didn't know his name). It doesn't really make sense to post this now, but what the hell.
About all the things that have been happening, I don't think I ever voiced out my thoughts (cause I don't think anybody cares XD) but to summarize it, I've remained pretty neutral about everything. I think it's silly, to put it in a light way, to hate on a "team" and follow the other blindly, since they are still the same people we loved and cared for and wrote about before all of this happened. Fandom is really disappointing right now, and I guess that explains somewhat the lack of good fics out there as well. It's hard to keep up with things you love when there's so much stupid and so much hate thrown about. I don't ever wish to stop writing about them, but I've realized my drive has decreased dramatically, even about plots that I feel very strongly about.
But well, let's all do our best to keep the faith and support every member in whatever thing they choose to do in the future, and hope for the best outcome for them all.
Also, a very important question.
How many readers who understand Spanish check this blog? I have a fic (in Spa) I wrote a million years ago, but I never got around posting it. It's the only fic I've written in Spanish that never got translated to any other language, because in my opinion, it loses its shine. I've been wondering about posting it here, cause it's one of my favorites, but if it's just going to take space I'd rather keep it in my PC. (It's written in Argentinean Spanish because I hate hate hate neutral Spanish with a vengeance, but from the little rewiews I've received from non-Argentine-Spanish speakers, it's pretty good and understandable and not awkward in a horrible way XD).
Well, that was that. See you all in my next piece of writing, whenever that might be :)