Jaejoong's Lyric Verse 12/?
J a e j o o n g ’ s L y r i c
Author: love_cassiopeia (Cindy)
Summary: Jaejoong - a poor yet talented musician with an impossible dream. Yunho - An SM producer who could make Jaejoong’s unreal dream come true. They needed each other to succeed, and they were delighted they had met that magical day. But, will love get in the way of dreams? Will the two be captured by love rather than work? Only his song will tell.
Group: TVXQ/Dong Bang Shin Ki
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the five members, I’m simply borrowing them.
Warnings: Yaoi/slash, smut, language, some angst
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairings: YunJae | YunChun (To-You)
Note: ^^ Hope you guys enjoy this chapter~
Verse twelve : Promise
Book Cover | Movie Poster | Promo 1 |
J a e j o o n g ’ s L y r i c
Verse 12: Promise
Seeing the light through your closed eyelids, you let your nose do the trick of detecting your surroundings. Smelling around curiously, you immediately stumbled upon the sweet and engaging scent of Jaejoong-your lover that you had claimed so easily last night. Opening one eyelid, you saw that he was safely protected in your arms, sleeping soundlessly as your arms embraced around him affectionately.
Dumbfounded by the events that occurred last night, you slowly began to remember-his every word, his every touch-how beautiful he looked that night. You remembered the tears you shed-the tears you absentmindedly let fall from your eyes as you felt blameworthy for sleeping with him. Maybe it was the erratic feeling you had when you suddenly started to remember Yoochun. Maybe you still couldn’t forget about him, and that your mind was still bringing you back to that day.
Do you still remember? What Yoochun told you that day?
***Flashback***
Grabbing your tie in one hand while he unbuttoned your shirt in the other, he slid off your school uniform easily-revealing your full heart, mind, and soul to him. He whimpered as you pushed him to the wall-doing the exact same with his uniform. With the both of you undressed, it was easy to claim him for your own-and when you claimed him; he would have no way of escaping you.
The two of you have been together for months now-each one of you educated in each others’ thoughts, personalities, and characteristics. The two of you were inseparable, and it was impossible to live a day without him. With your whole soul dedicated to loving him, you were unaffected by the outside world. Loving him was the only thing that mattered to you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from ignoring the things you actually needed.
It wasn’t until May that year when things started to heat up-when he met you every night, planning to seduce you until you retreated helplessly. You started to ignore your schoolwork, your parents, and most of all-your dreams.
He was like a drug-you knew he was bad for you-but you kept going back to him. He fought away the negatives in your life, and he filled you whole with happiness. Like you-he had a passion for music, and you were amazed to find out how well he wrote his melodies and songs.
You, Yoochun, and Changmin would become the best of friends that year-when your interests of music brought the three of you together. Changmin was a childhood friend of yours, and you were never failed to be amazed by his talent that reigned about in his creative mind. He was already accepted by SM at that time-and you were jealous to see that he was living out your dream. You constantly looked up to him, and you had prayed that one day, you would also achieve success like he did.
Yoochun, however, talked to you numerous times about studying abroad. He told you his family wanted him to ever since he was a child. He told you about the opportunities in America-the universities, the experts, the millionaires-but you never seemed to pay attention to all that. You believed that he was going to be by your side forever, and that he would have no intention of leaving you alone in the world.
Nailing him onto the bed, you penetrated him yet again. Feeling his warms insides, you let yourself travel deeper into him. The boy below you was so beautiful that night-no one else could’ve compared.
After releasing yourself and meeting your lips with his once again, the two of you rested together in the blankets, exchanging words of affection as your ears received them willingly. You loved when the two of you did this after sex-when it was just the two of you, and no one else. You loved the tone of his voice when he spoke to you, and felt your skin shiver when his gentle touches met your skin. You wanted to stay like this with him-forever.
“Yunho?”
You turn around to face him. “Yeah?”
His large brown eyes meet themselves up with your own. His glare held yours firmly, showing a strong sense of seriousness as he prepared himself to talk.
“Yunho…” He began. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was beyond nervous. “Can you promise me one thing?”
You looked up. “A promise?” You ask. “What is it?”
He sighed into your bare shoulders, his breath warm and comforting as it reached your skin. “Promise me that our hearts will be together… no matter where we are.” He slightly shook as he uttered those worlds. “Even if we leave each other… promise me that our souls will still be together.”
Comprehending the melodramatic sentence that left his lips, you let a small laugh escape your lips. Yoochun glared back at you with confusion, wondering what was so funny.
“Don’t worry… I’ll never leave you!” You reply as your laugh enlarged in volume. “Are you worried that I’ll leave you for someone else?” You nudged him with your elbow, a smile curling up on your lips as you playfully told him your thoughts.
“No, I just-“
“You’re just what?” You ask curiously. “What are you so worried about? Tell me.” You demand.
His face was filled with uncertainty, making you feel a bit sorry for the boy.
“Never mind what I’m worried about…” He remarks. “Just make that promise with me, Yunho.” He orders as he reaches his pinky out of the blankets and holds it up in front of your face.
You roll your eyes, holding out your pinky in return. “I promise, I promise.” You tell him as you encircle his pinky in yours.
His grief filled expression seems to have brightened. “Thanks, Yunho.” He whispered softly.
You nodded, closing your eyes as sleep soon found its way to your body. Why did Yoochun need to make such a promise? It wasn’t like the two of you were going to part anytime soon. You ignored the thought-you would keep true to the promise if such a thing happened.
***
You were so naïve back then-so innocent. You silently wished in your heart that you would return to those days-and relive your countless moments with Yoochun again.
Where was that promise now?
Did Yoochun still remember the promise? Did it still take up half of his mind as it did yours? If it did-you would have to apologize-not just for Jaejoong, but for everything.
Feeling extremely terrible, you recklessly pull your arms away from Jaejoong-moving your body to the other side of the bed. All the time Yoochun and you had spent together-were they all forgotten after one night? Did they all fall through as you laid your lips upon someone else?
Peeking over your shoulder, you look at Jaejoong-he was so innocent, so pure, so untainted, and so beautiful. The soft morning sun sank into his midnight black hair, its color complementing the white color of the sheets around him. When he sang, you would forget about everything-all your troubles, all the dilemmas that filled your life, and all the issues that happened in the past. When you were with him, you would be truly happy-and a part of you would feel incomplete if he wasn’t there.
He was an essential in your life-you needed him. You truly needed him.
You slowly start to remember how you fell for him, when Changmin told you to lure him in for your own good. You agreed to his request immediately-not only for career purposes-but also because you wanted to fall for him. And within enough time, his attractions glued you to him, making you forget Changmin’s request and instead making the romance between the two of you genuine. You couldn’t help it-you just loved him so much, and you couldn’t control yourself as your whole body fell into his spell.
Turning to face him again, you put your hand on his pale face, allowing your fingers the access to his smooth skin. Your eyes found their way to his lips-and then your lips, without hesitation, captured his in your own mouth, never letting it escape.
He seems to have awakened-his eyes now open and surprised. His open eyes closed themselves once again, melting himself into your kiss and maneuvering his tongue around yours. Holding him close to you, you felt his heartbeat-the rhythm accelerating in his chest as the kiss enticed him. He put his hands in yours, enlacing his long beautiful fingers into your own. He seduced you greatly-and it was driving you utterly insane.
“Jae-“You begin, wanting to break apart from the kiss. He, however, held onto your lips, not wanting to let them go so soon. So you obeyed him, and you continued your loving and erotic kissing upon his velvety lips.
After a few more moments, the two of broke apart, wanting to receive yourselves a gasp of air after long seconds of kissing seductively. Why am I so attached to him? You wonder. Why am I so addicted to his love?
Forgetting your overdose of the Jaejoong drug, you calm yourself down, the kiss still lingering upon your lips. The awake Jaejoong smiles at you, his smile and eyes melting into one happy expression. (Tch, yeah, you know why you were addicted.)
Jaejoong sits up on the bed happily, his smile enlarging as he gazes upon you. “Hand it over, Yunho!”
You were confused by his bizarre comment. “Hand it over…?” You repeat, curiously wondering what he had in mind. “Hand what over?”
He rolls his eyes. “Your present, of course!”
You sigh, feeling extremely dumbfounded as that became the first sentence of the morning. After a long night of fucking and kissing-a present was all he cared about?
You look at him, helplessly. “Follow me.” You tell him.
Getting off your bed lazily as you dressed yourself in some casual clothing, you lead him to your living room-and to the one Christmas decoration you added to the area: a small Christmas tree. Under it was one gift, which you promised to present to him as soon as he woke up this morning. Seeing the excited expression upon his face, you were certain that he was going to love it. All that was left to do was enjoy his smiles and ‘thank you’s in return.
You hand him the large package, the box neatly wrapped in red paper and meeting his fingers. Wrapping his hands around the present eagerly, he didn’t hesitate to unwrap it the moment he received it. Removing the white ribbon and the wrapping paper, he dug deeper into the present, opening the big box fervently like a young child on Christmas morning. Once he removed everything-and once the present was fully revealed, his eyes lit up with astonishment, freezing every nerve in his body on the present in front of his nose.
The beautiful wooden guitar shone in the bright sunlight-its strings lighting up brilliantly next to Jaejoong’s beautiful fingers. The boy stared at the present speechlessly, his paralyzed eyes nailed to the instrument as his face filled with awe. You snapped your fingers ahead of his eyes, hoping to distract him from his ‘oh my god, I just received a new guitar’ discovery.
“This is-I can’t believe-Yunho-“
You tap your hands upon his back. “It’s their newest model. It came out five days ago-I thought it was the least I could do after you came into my life and saved my career-“
“Oh my god!!!!”
“Yeah… I know… it’s pretty impressive isn’t it? I mean-“
“Just how much did you have to pay for this?” And again, he interrupts you.
You sigh. “Actually, I know the owner pretty well, so-“
“This is amazing!” He held the wooden guitar gently in his arms while he took the small pick out of the black velvet case. He puts his fingers to the fingerboard immediately, and with the pick and his talent, he plays the guitar beautifully-each note correct and astonishing.
Within moments, he began to sing, his voice blending in perfectly with the sound of the acoustic guitar. Completely engrossed into his song, your mind takes you back to the day when he first sang for you. The song he sang, the clothes he wore-they were all coming back to you in a hurry.
Your pair of eyes located themselves to him-closely observing his actions as he reaches for his guitar pick. He holds it to the strings, and then clears his throat to prepare himself for the song.
Stay,
Stay by my side
You couldn’t believe your ears as you heard the magical voice stride from the boy’s mouth. He sounded strangely professional, like he had years of training and experience. His voice bounced off the walls of the room, his lyrics touching your heart. You knew in your mind, that Kim Jaejoong was the one.
Putting your mind back on the present, you observe his current image. Not long ago-he was mere stranger, coming to you only to make his dream come true. Now he was your lover, and you knew he needed you as much as you needed him.
After finishing his last note, he puts the guitar back into its case, and returns his glare to you. His eyes gleamed in the dim light, showing a sense of happiness as they shone vibrantly. Suddenly, without warning, he puts his arms around you, and pulls you into another string of his addicting kisses.
Oh, great, this was just what you needed-more confusion. Just when Yoochun was popping back into your life, there comes Jaejoong-capturing you in his own labyrinth. Without any further thoughts, you let yourself taste his lips (for the second time this morning). It couldn’t be helped-you were just so mesmerized into his love.
Pulling apart from you in a hurry, he stands up rapidly. “Yunho, hold on.” He tells you before deviating himself from you and leaving the living room. He seems to be in a hurry-rushing himself off to the bedroom without further notice. By the time he returns, he had a small white box in his hand, almost the size of your own fist. Without warning, he hands it to you ecstatically, and motions for you to open it.
“What’s this?” You wonder out loud as he hands you the package-small and elegant.
He doesn’t give you any clues. “Open it.” He tells you.
Within moments of observing the box, your hands untie the ribbon that rung around it, and opened the box recklessly. By the time your fingers were done with their job, you had revealed not one-but two beautifully crafted silver cross necklaces. Staring about the shimmering diamonds, you could only feel confusion
“Try it on,” Jaejoong tells you. He lifts one of the two crosses out of its container, and laces it around your neck. His breath meets your shoulders as he secures it on the back, leaving the charm to dangle freely on your neckline as he finishes.
Looking upon the silver charm, you feel gratified-yet surprised at the same time. You had never expected Jaejoong to do such a thing, or buy such an expensive gift. Looking upon his face, you had realized yet another side of Jaejoong-the appreciative, thoughtful, and considerate side of him.
You eye him suspiciously. “So that’s why you were out that afternoon…” You tell him, nudging him playfully. You play around with the charm around your neck. “You could’ve told me… you know…” You remark. “…Then you wouldn’t have frozen into an ice cube that evening.”
His smile was soon replaced by a frown, revealing his stubborn side a bit more clearly to you. “It’s not like I did it on purpose!” He whined. “Besides… if you found out about the present then-what would we be doing now, right?”
“This.” You push until he reaches the carpet, his innocent eyes wide open and luminous. Within moments, his hands tangle themselves into your hair while he meets his velvety lips up again with yours. Tasting his lips once again, you let your body pile on top of his, feeling his heartbeat as the two of you continued.
Inserting your tongue into his lips, he whimpered a little-or maybe he was laughing-you couldn’t tell. “You pervert.” He says in-between kisses, until finally; he pushes you off him, and sits up correctly-an obstinate expression upon his visage.
“You gotta stop scaring me like that, Yunho.” He tells you, a bit sourly than you expected. He then puts the second charm around his neck, tying the necklace around himself effortlessly. Once he’s finished, he leans closer to you, clutching the charm around your neck. “You see?” He asks. “We match.”
“Har har har.” You laugh sarcastically. “And what am I supposed to do? Never take this off until I die?”
“Exactly.” He replies. “Promise me you’ll never take it off.” He holds his pinky out to yours, a smirk on his lips. “Till the day you don’t love me anymore-which we know will never come-never take this off.” Surrounding your pinky around his, you sigh, making yet another promise. What was with Yoochun and Jaejoong-and all their promises? What was the meaning behind one promise, anyway?
Breaking one promise was enough, now you were about to break another one.
Chance | Sing | Conversation | Interruptions | Spark | Microphone | Flirt | Again | Flame | Gift | Miracle | Promise | Awake
Are you guys sick of me being ambiguous and sick of my story now? I mean… I can just imagine you guys saying “Get to the point, woman!” as you read my story… Ah… it must be going too slowly, ne?
But… really, forgive me! I did reveal a bit about their past, and why Yunho can’t forget about Yoochun, right? I answered some of your questions, right? XD
But I guess I’ll just have to be a good girl and make the next chapter a bit more mind blowing. Please watch out for that!
Note: I mentioned before that Yunho was 21… but I changed his age to 25. I also changed Chun’s age from 24 to 25 and Minnie’s age from 21 to 23.
Please comment~ tell me anything you want, criticisms, praises, anything you want~ If you found any mistakes, please tell me~ <3 Your comments mean the world to me ^^
~Cindy