[FF] My Soul In You
Title: My Soul In You
Length: Chapter 1/?
Rate: R
Pairing: Yunjae
Summary:
Who didn’t know that Yunho’s affection for Jaejoong was eternal. Even the death wasn’t able to separate them. Their love was too strong to be true. Yunho wasn’t able to survive without Jaejoong, and so was Jaejoong. Yet, it was about the destiny, deciding the way the Yunjae love story would run, and how they were able to get through the most difficult challenge they had to face.
a/n: at first, I never intend to write this fic. It was begun when I got bored during my physic class today. My friend read the story line and he asked me to write this story. Well, I'm getting the laziness syndrome right now so I have no desire to write a fic. I hope this fic can develop sooner on which my first semester examination will have ended.
I still have an on-going fic, but my friend forces me to post it. I'm sorry if this story is lame, and, as usual, unbeta-ed. I'm looking for a beta reader to beta my other story ( prolog, part 1). If there's one of you who kindly want to beta this story, you can send me PM or email.
Chapter 2 Chapter 3
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Why are you so silent?
I never turned away from the beauty, looked like sleeping. No, it seemed more like marble sculpture; so tensed, pale and dead, but the immense beauty still felt like shimmering all the side of the room from the figure sleeping on the bed, wearing nothing, only a mere blanket covering his flawless body.
"Joongie, it's lunch time. You should eat. You haven't eaten anything yet," I murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I stared at the figure toward me, watching the beauty's face which was so pale, empty, and numb, like the figure couldn't feel anything, not having feeling to feel. His lips, which used to so cherry and plump, were uncolored, too pale, and saucer, even it didn't taste anything. Jaejoong wasn't like he used to be -so funny, gorgeous, and careful. He wasn't the same.
But I still loved him wholeheartedly. I was never supposed to let Jaejoong off, letingt the latter alone. Never.
I caressed Jaejoong's cheeks, which wasn't able to blush any longer, still feeling so soft and silky, but cold this time. I leaned closer to Jaejoong, putting his arms between Jaejoong's head. My face was so close to Jaejoong. With a little push, our lips would have touched.
I stared at Jaejoong's covered eyes. I could remember vividly how gorgeous those orbs behind the lids, how easily I fell into them when I was staring at them. I longed it. It'd been too long for those lids to uncover the orbs; it'd been too long to hid the beautiful orbs.
"I don't believe those people, you know. I keep you, Jae. I won't let you go."
I tilted his head, landing my lips on Jaejoong's tenderly. Tears began flowing from my eyes, dropping on Jaejoong's unable-blushing cheeks as the softness, mixing with the coldness, met my thin lips. Those lips, in which I had just touched, felt nothing. No love, no sweetness, no care like I used to feel. It made me screwed-up even more as I did crave the latter would respond to me, giving the love I needed so much, the love making my heart always skipped a beat, the love I addicted fervently -Jaejoong's love.
That smile, in which I always admired so badly, would never come, couldn't ever give the warmth I need to keep alive. Why?
"I know you're gonna smile again, Jae," I whispered softly, inhaling the latter dead-like scene. "I know you crave for me."
I buried my face on the crook of Jaejoong's neck, sobbing softly. My hand made its way to stroke Jaejoong's saucer locks, still feeling as soft as baby's, still feeling the same, unless the dead scene creeping out from the hair secretly, as if not having any soul.
"Do you see, Jae? We're still together, right?"
A bittersweet smile was formed on my lips. I lifted his head, watching the unwaken figure beneath him. Even if Jaejoong didn't make any single move, he was still gorgeous, irresistible, and angelic. Even I wasn't able to get used to it though Jaejoong merely remained the silence.
"Love you, Jae."
***
"Yunho hyung hasn't talked to us since the funeral. He barely gets out from his house," Changmin grunted, sagging down the couch where he was sitting on, hands crossing in front of his chest, mouth slightly parted exhaled a soft breath of frustration. His eyes were closed, figuring his only brother who was so messed up, and most of the time, locking himself in his room.
"I think it's understandable, figuring out again how much Yunho hyung loves him," Junsu, sitting on the floor beside Changmin, whispered nonchalantly, trying to be considered careless, but, deep down in his heart, he felt the same pain as Yunho, unless Junsu could pretend to endure the pain while Yunho, well, could never hide his pain, never tried to bear up, making up his life.
'It's absurd, Junsu. Jaejoong hyung's passed away for a year! You could have borne up, but...for the God's sake, why Yunho hyung couldn't. I know he loves Jaejoong hyung more than everthing, even more than his life! But..." Changmin exhaled, rubbing his forehead. He was so confused with all this conditions. He was so hopeless. Sitting straightly, he tugged his hair roughly, screaming out of his lung all the frustration he had kept all this time, that never fucked off from his mind.
They remained the silence eventually. Changmin was crying silently. He buried his face between his palms, his elbows on his thigh, chest heaving up and down unevenly, his aching head starting replaying his brother who was smiling and laughing -the happy Yunho, always encouraging everyone even though he was down too. Everyone knowing Yunho as well knew the reason behind all his kind behaviour, happiness, and courage -his lover.
Junsu, sitting like statue, merely stared out the window, eyes filling with nothing but tears, heart broken remembering his brother used to take care of him wholeheartedly though they didn't have any blood-related, though Jaejoong was just his step brother. If Changmin thought he'd born up, he was wrong. Junsu still cried every night, on which he was alone. Night remaining the darkness and loneliness merely reminded him of Jaejoong. He just pretended to bear up all this time. No matter how long Jaejoong would have passed away, he wouldn't be able to bear up. He wouldn't be able to overcome the pain. He had no one beside Jaejoong. Jaejoong had taken care of him since they were young.
Jaejoong worked day and night. He took many part-time a job. Even he entered the prostitution world. He forcedly worked as a prostitute worker to fulfill their daily need, to pay Junsu's education. He didn't let Junsu work as he didn't want Junsu to have a future like his. He wanted Junsu to be a success person, not wanting Junsu to be like him.
That night, when he met Yunho, Jaejoong's life had changed. Yunho came to Jaejoong as a customer that night, but they ended as a lover 'till now. Love at the first sight -a simply thing that happened between them. Since then, Jaejoong had stopped working as a prostitute worker.
After eight years, Jaejoong was diagnosed to have a pancreatic cancer. Since Jaejoong hadn't had any family beside Junsu, he couldn't support his treatment. Yunho's family had offered the help but Jaejoong refused it. Yunho was so screwed-up, knowing Jaejoong's condition getting worse and worse. He was always with Jaejoong every time, never leaving him just for a second. His wish Jaejoong be able to be healed was never lost though the doctor had sentenced Jaejoong couldn't have been able to be healed.
That night, in which Jaejoong's condition was the worst, Yunho was slept, his hand holding Jaejoong's tightly, his eyes swollen, his breath exhaling and inhaling incoherently. Yet, Jaejoong didn't sleep. He was crying instead of sleeping as he knew the time was coming. He didn't want to leave Yunho yet. He wasn't ready yet.
As if feeling there was something picking him up, Jaejoong held Yunho's hand more tihghtly. He whispered Yunho's name repeteadly, making Yunho waken up. The moment Yunho saw Jaejoong, although he didn't want to believe it, he knew it was the time.
"I'm here, Jae... don't leave me... promise..."
Tears after tears flew on Yunho's cheeks. He squeezed Jaejoong's hand fervently, as if trying to hold up Jaejoong's soul to go away.
"Yunnie, I love you..."
Jaejoong remained the silence, body not moving, chest not heaving up and down, not breathe exhaling from his mouth nor nose -like having no soul.
***
Length: Chapter 1/?
Rate: R
Pairing: Yunjae
Summary:
Who didn’t know that Yunho’s affection for Jaejoong was eternal. Even the death wasn’t able to separate them. Their love was too strong to be true. Yunho wasn’t able to survive without Jaejoong, and so was Jaejoong. Yet, it was about the destiny, deciding the way the Yunjae love story would run, and how they were able to get through the most difficult challenge they had to face.
a/n: at first, I never intend to write this fic. It was begun when I got bored during my physic class today. My friend read the story line and he asked me to write this story. Well, I'm getting the laziness syndrome right now so I have no desire to write a fic. I hope this fic can develop sooner on which my first semester examination will have ended.
I still have an on-going fic, but my friend forces me to post it. I'm sorry if this story is lame, and, as usual, unbeta-ed. I'm looking for a beta reader to beta my other story ( prolog, part 1). If there's one of you who kindly want to beta this story, you can send me PM or email.
Chapter 2 Chapter 3
***
Why are you so silent?
I never turned away from the beauty, looked like sleeping. No, it seemed more like marble sculpture; so tensed, pale and dead, but the immense beauty still felt like shimmering all the side of the room from the figure sleeping on the bed, wearing nothing, only a mere blanket covering his flawless body.
"Joongie, it's lunch time. You should eat. You haven't eaten anything yet," I murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I stared at the figure toward me, watching the beauty's face which was so pale, empty, and numb, like the figure couldn't feel anything, not having feeling to feel. His lips, which used to so cherry and plump, were uncolored, too pale, and saucer, even it didn't taste anything. Jaejoong wasn't like he used to be -so funny, gorgeous, and careful. He wasn't the same.
But I still loved him wholeheartedly. I was never supposed to let Jaejoong off, letingt the latter alone. Never.
I caressed Jaejoong's cheeks, which wasn't able to blush any longer, still feeling so soft and silky, but cold this time. I leaned closer to Jaejoong, putting his arms between Jaejoong's head. My face was so close to Jaejoong. With a little push, our lips would have touched.
I stared at Jaejoong's covered eyes. I could remember vividly how gorgeous those orbs behind the lids, how easily I fell into them when I was staring at them. I longed it. It'd been too long for those lids to uncover the orbs; it'd been too long to hid the beautiful orbs.
"I don't believe those people, you know. I keep you, Jae. I won't let you go."
I tilted his head, landing my lips on Jaejoong's tenderly. Tears began flowing from my eyes, dropping on Jaejoong's unable-blushing cheeks as the softness, mixing with the coldness, met my thin lips. Those lips, in which I had just touched, felt nothing. No love, no sweetness, no care like I used to feel. It made me screwed-up even more as I did crave the latter would respond to me, giving the love I needed so much, the love making my heart always skipped a beat, the love I addicted fervently -Jaejoong's love.
That smile, in which I always admired so badly, would never come, couldn't ever give the warmth I need to keep alive. Why?
"I know you're gonna smile again, Jae," I whispered softly, inhaling the latter dead-like scene. "I know you crave for me."
I buried my face on the crook of Jaejoong's neck, sobbing softly. My hand made its way to stroke Jaejoong's saucer locks, still feeling as soft as baby's, still feeling the same, unless the dead scene creeping out from the hair secretly, as if not having any soul.
"Do you see, Jae? We're still together, right?"
A bittersweet smile was formed on my lips. I lifted his head, watching the unwaken figure beneath him. Even if Jaejoong didn't make any single move, he was still gorgeous, irresistible, and angelic. Even I wasn't able to get used to it though Jaejoong merely remained the silence.
"Love you, Jae."
***
"Yunho hyung hasn't talked to us since the funeral. He barely gets out from his house," Changmin grunted, sagging down the couch where he was sitting on, hands crossing in front of his chest, mouth slightly parted exhaled a soft breath of frustration. His eyes were closed, figuring his only brother who was so messed up, and most of the time, locking himself in his room.
"I think it's understandable, figuring out again how much Yunho hyung loves him," Junsu, sitting on the floor beside Changmin, whispered nonchalantly, trying to be considered careless, but, deep down in his heart, he felt the same pain as Yunho, unless Junsu could pretend to endure the pain while Yunho, well, could never hide his pain, never tried to bear up, making up his life.
'It's absurd, Junsu. Jaejoong hyung's passed away for a year! You could have borne up, but...for the God's sake, why Yunho hyung couldn't. I know he loves Jaejoong hyung more than everthing, even more than his life! But..." Changmin exhaled, rubbing his forehead. He was so confused with all this conditions. He was so hopeless. Sitting straightly, he tugged his hair roughly, screaming out of his lung all the frustration he had kept all this time, that never fucked off from his mind.
They remained the silence eventually. Changmin was crying silently. He buried his face between his palms, his elbows on his thigh, chest heaving up and down unevenly, his aching head starting replaying his brother who was smiling and laughing -the happy Yunho, always encouraging everyone even though he was down too. Everyone knowing Yunho as well knew the reason behind all his kind behaviour, happiness, and courage -his lover.
Junsu, sitting like statue, merely stared out the window, eyes filling with nothing but tears, heart broken remembering his brother used to take care of him wholeheartedly though they didn't have any blood-related, though Jaejoong was just his step brother. If Changmin thought he'd born up, he was wrong. Junsu still cried every night, on which he was alone. Night remaining the darkness and loneliness merely reminded him of Jaejoong. He just pretended to bear up all this time. No matter how long Jaejoong would have passed away, he wouldn't be able to bear up. He wouldn't be able to overcome the pain. He had no one beside Jaejoong. Jaejoong had taken care of him since they were young.
Jaejoong worked day and night. He took many part-time a job. Even he entered the prostitution world. He forcedly worked as a prostitute worker to fulfill their daily need, to pay Junsu's education. He didn't let Junsu work as he didn't want Junsu to have a future like his. He wanted Junsu to be a success person, not wanting Junsu to be like him.
That night, when he met Yunho, Jaejoong's life had changed. Yunho came to Jaejoong as a customer that night, but they ended as a lover 'till now. Love at the first sight -a simply thing that happened between them. Since then, Jaejoong had stopped working as a prostitute worker.
After eight years, Jaejoong was diagnosed to have a pancreatic cancer. Since Jaejoong hadn't had any family beside Junsu, he couldn't support his treatment. Yunho's family had offered the help but Jaejoong refused it. Yunho was so screwed-up, knowing Jaejoong's condition getting worse and worse. He was always with Jaejoong every time, never leaving him just for a second. His wish Jaejoong be able to be healed was never lost though the doctor had sentenced Jaejoong couldn't have been able to be healed.
That night, in which Jaejoong's condition was the worst, Yunho was slept, his hand holding Jaejoong's tightly, his eyes swollen, his breath exhaling and inhaling incoherently. Yet, Jaejoong didn't sleep. He was crying instead of sleeping as he knew the time was coming. He didn't want to leave Yunho yet. He wasn't ready yet.
As if feeling there was something picking him up, Jaejoong held Yunho's hand more tihghtly. He whispered Yunho's name repeteadly, making Yunho waken up. The moment Yunho saw Jaejoong, although he didn't want to believe it, he knew it was the time.
"I'm here, Jae... don't leave me... promise..."
Tears after tears flew on Yunho's cheeks. He squeezed Jaejoong's hand fervently, as if trying to hold up Jaejoong's soul to go away.
"Yunnie, I love you..."
Jaejoong remained the silence, body not moving, chest not heaving up and down, not breathe exhaling from his mouth nor nose -like having no soul.
***