Meant to Be (oneshot)
This started out as a 'kiss bit', but it's rather more substantial in length then a 'bit'. I dunno what the hell they're on about in this, or why I persist in writing such romantic crap, but meh. XD Hope someone enjoys it!
Title: Meant to Be
Rating: PG
Form: Oneshot
Words: 1 150
Genre: Romantic drivel. (aka fluff)
Summary: Yunho's prompted to examine the realistc answer and the romantic one. Being who he is, it's a bit hard for him to give up the latter, even if his lover does think it's all a bunch of drivel.
Yunho made a low humming noise as he felt Jaejoong’s fingers card through his hair. He was nearly, so very nearly, asleep, and the sensation of being so soothingly petted was further ushering him down the path to dream land.
With some effort, he cracked his eyes open enough to look up at Jaejoong, where he was sort of half propped up on a pillow. The two of them were horribly (beautifully?) intertwined, laying on and under and tangled with each other, the warmth of each other’s skin making up for all the sharp bones and angle-y bits.
Jaejoong’s eyes were sleepy as well, dulled with contentment as he seemingly studied Yunho. Yunho studied him in return for a while, until he grew curious enough to summon the energy to open his mouth.
“What are you looking at?” He asked, teasingly. Jaejoong’s lips curled slightly at the edges (Yunho melted a little more) and tugged gently on a lock of Yunho’s hair, before smoothing it down again.
“You.” Jaejoong replied after a few moments. Yunho’s eyes had been sliding closed in the meantime, and blinked open again at the word.
“Mmm?” He mumbled, and then blinked hard, trying to keep himself awake. He wasn’t ready to fall asleep quite yet. “And just what about me is so riveting?” He asked. Jae snorted, and Yunho could tell he was onto Yunho’s game of fishing for compliments.
“Actually… I’m just thinking about why I love you.” Jaejoong said, musingly. Like he was discussing whether it would rain again tomorrow (it would, Yunho could feel it in his bones. And did that make him a grandpa already?). It could have been taken the wrong way, but Yunho knew better then that at least.
“Oh?”
“Mm-hmm.” Fingers made small, firm circular motions at the base of his scalp, making Yunho want to purr. “All the bits of our lives that makes you, you. And why the product of all that matters so much to me.” Jaejoong explained.
Yunho ruminated on that for a moment and nearly fell asleep again.
“D’you think, if we hadn’t been in Dong Bang Shin Ki… that you still would have loved me?” He asked eventually. Jaejoong shrugged, tucking his head into the pillow a little more, so that they were looking at each other almost upside down.
“Dunno. I probably would never have met you, to begin with. And you wouldn’t have been you, you know?” Jaejoong replied, with perfect Jaejoong logic. Yunho nodded absently anyway. He wasn’t sure if he should feel sad that Jaejoong didn’t think he’d be in love with him, if the circumstances were different. Weren’t you meant to love someone, no matter what?
He settled for making a noncommittal noise and watching Jae’s face. Jaejoong frowned a little, and then shifted. This caused what was equivalent of a small earthquake, their entangled positions shaken and rearranged with various clicks and scraping of skin and clothes.
When Jaejoong was done however, their bodies were tucked together a little more conventionally, and Yunho felt for sure he’d go completely cross-eyed if they persisted with their conversation for too much longer. Jae’s nose was practically nudging his, and as nice as it was to have him so close, it was also rather hard to focus on any part of his face.
“Don’t be sulky.” Jaejoong cajolled. Yunho hadn’t realised he had been. Before he could say as much though, Jae pressed their lips together briefly, the slightest hint of his taste lingering on Yunho’s lips after they parted. “I’m just saying… I mean, really, how different do you think you’d be, if you never left home, never pursued your dancing?”
It took some thinking for Yunho to come up with an answer for that. Jaejoong’s fingers, meanwhile, had found something else to play with; smoothing at, and then re-creating, wrinkles in his shirt. The tickle of the fabric and the singer’s fingers were distracting enough, even without Jae’s regular breaths ghosting over his face.
“I don’t know. I’d like to think that, in essence, I’d still be the same person, no matter what.” Yunho said eventually. People had to have some fundamental guidance to who they were, no matter what experiences they’d gone through. Right?
Jae’s eyebrows crinkled slightly before him, and the dark, cat like eyes rose to meet his.
“I love you because of who you are Yunho. Because of what you’ve gone through, what you’ve achieved. Because of how you love me.” Jaejoong said, softly, and his hand came up to caress the side of Yunho’s face, the callused fingers familiar to his skin. The touch slid down his cheek, fingertips trailing down to trace the contour of his lower lip, Jaejoong’s eyes dropping to follow the movement.
What went unsaid was the fact that had they not been who they were, had it not been for their unique circumstances, for all the things they’d seen, done and endured… together, had it not been for that, Yunho probably wouldn’t love Jaejoong as he did. Would have never even considered this sort of love with a man.
He sighed. So maybe it did matter. He’d like to think it didn't... he was naturally inclined to romance. To the idea of an ideal, perfect love that was eternal and pure - fated to be. Jaejoong, when not wrapped up under warm sheets and in an even warmer embrace would call such notions drivel, and tease him for his idealism.
And maybe he was right. Maybe it was so much drivel, that their love was only there in this moment because of who they were in this moment, and nothing else.
Yunho pouted a little at the thought, and drew a hand up Jaejoong’s back to press him closer, moving their positions so that he could cuddle up to his lover rather then stare at him cross-eyed. He closed his eyes and breathed in Jaejoong’s scent.
“Don’t care.” He said, giving up on the whole conversation. It was too riddled with Jaejoong’s particular form of circular, strange logic that you could tie yourself in knots with. He wanted to go back to that sleepy place again. “Don’t care what it is, so long as you love me.”
The fingers on his hips stilled, and then squeezed gently. He felt lips brush past his ear, pressing into his hair. Yunho could practically see the cute little smile that would be blooming over his lover’s face at that moment, somewhere in Yunho’s shoulder. (Drivel it may be, but it didn't stop Jae appreciating Yunho's romantic tendancies from time to time.) The thought of it alone soothed him considerably, and he nudged himself deeper into his Jae-cocoon.
Maybe Jaejoong was right, and their love was only circumstantial. A thought whispered through Yunho’s mind though, one that wondered if fate had not, perhaps, brought them to their circumstances. Circumstances that could let them find each other.
But then, such thoughts were only idle drivel, made to make Yunho’s heart flutter just that little bit harder as he finally settled down into a light slumber, safe in Jaejoong’s arms.
Title: Meant to Be
Rating: PG
Form: Oneshot
Words: 1 150
Genre: Romantic drivel. (aka fluff)
Summary: Yunho's prompted to examine the realistc answer and the romantic one. Being who he is, it's a bit hard for him to give up the latter, even if his lover does think it's all a bunch of drivel.
Yunho made a low humming noise as he felt Jaejoong’s fingers card through his hair. He was nearly, so very nearly, asleep, and the sensation of being so soothingly petted was further ushering him down the path to dream land.
With some effort, he cracked his eyes open enough to look up at Jaejoong, where he was sort of half propped up on a pillow. The two of them were horribly (beautifully?) intertwined, laying on and under and tangled with each other, the warmth of each other’s skin making up for all the sharp bones and angle-y bits.
Jaejoong’s eyes were sleepy as well, dulled with contentment as he seemingly studied Yunho. Yunho studied him in return for a while, until he grew curious enough to summon the energy to open his mouth.
“What are you looking at?” He asked, teasingly. Jaejoong’s lips curled slightly at the edges (Yunho melted a little more) and tugged gently on a lock of Yunho’s hair, before smoothing it down again.
“You.” Jaejoong replied after a few moments. Yunho’s eyes had been sliding closed in the meantime, and blinked open again at the word.
“Mmm?” He mumbled, and then blinked hard, trying to keep himself awake. He wasn’t ready to fall asleep quite yet. “And just what about me is so riveting?” He asked. Jae snorted, and Yunho could tell he was onto Yunho’s game of fishing for compliments.
“Actually… I’m just thinking about why I love you.” Jaejoong said, musingly. Like he was discussing whether it would rain again tomorrow (it would, Yunho could feel it in his bones. And did that make him a grandpa already?). It could have been taken the wrong way, but Yunho knew better then that at least.
“Oh?”
“Mm-hmm.” Fingers made small, firm circular motions at the base of his scalp, making Yunho want to purr. “All the bits of our lives that makes you, you. And why the product of all that matters so much to me.” Jaejoong explained.
Yunho ruminated on that for a moment and nearly fell asleep again.
“D’you think, if we hadn’t been in Dong Bang Shin Ki… that you still would have loved me?” He asked eventually. Jaejoong shrugged, tucking his head into the pillow a little more, so that they were looking at each other almost upside down.
“Dunno. I probably would never have met you, to begin with. And you wouldn’t have been you, you know?” Jaejoong replied, with perfect Jaejoong logic. Yunho nodded absently anyway. He wasn’t sure if he should feel sad that Jaejoong didn’t think he’d be in love with him, if the circumstances were different. Weren’t you meant to love someone, no matter what?
He settled for making a noncommittal noise and watching Jae’s face. Jaejoong frowned a little, and then shifted. This caused what was equivalent of a small earthquake, their entangled positions shaken and rearranged with various clicks and scraping of skin and clothes.
When Jaejoong was done however, their bodies were tucked together a little more conventionally, and Yunho felt for sure he’d go completely cross-eyed if they persisted with their conversation for too much longer. Jae’s nose was practically nudging his, and as nice as it was to have him so close, it was also rather hard to focus on any part of his face.
“Don’t be sulky.” Jaejoong cajolled. Yunho hadn’t realised he had been. Before he could say as much though, Jae pressed their lips together briefly, the slightest hint of his taste lingering on Yunho’s lips after they parted. “I’m just saying… I mean, really, how different do you think you’d be, if you never left home, never pursued your dancing?”
It took some thinking for Yunho to come up with an answer for that. Jaejoong’s fingers, meanwhile, had found something else to play with; smoothing at, and then re-creating, wrinkles in his shirt. The tickle of the fabric and the singer’s fingers were distracting enough, even without Jae’s regular breaths ghosting over his face.
“I don’t know. I’d like to think that, in essence, I’d still be the same person, no matter what.” Yunho said eventually. People had to have some fundamental guidance to who they were, no matter what experiences they’d gone through. Right?
Jae’s eyebrows crinkled slightly before him, and the dark, cat like eyes rose to meet his.
“I love you because of who you are Yunho. Because of what you’ve gone through, what you’ve achieved. Because of how you love me.” Jaejoong said, softly, and his hand came up to caress the side of Yunho’s face, the callused fingers familiar to his skin. The touch slid down his cheek, fingertips trailing down to trace the contour of his lower lip, Jaejoong’s eyes dropping to follow the movement.
What went unsaid was the fact that had they not been who they were, had it not been for their unique circumstances, for all the things they’d seen, done and endured… together, had it not been for that, Yunho probably wouldn’t love Jaejoong as he did. Would have never even considered this sort of love with a man.
He sighed. So maybe it did matter. He’d like to think it didn't... he was naturally inclined to romance. To the idea of an ideal, perfect love that was eternal and pure - fated to be. Jaejoong, when not wrapped up under warm sheets and in an even warmer embrace would call such notions drivel, and tease him for his idealism.
And maybe he was right. Maybe it was so much drivel, that their love was only there in this moment because of who they were in this moment, and nothing else.
Yunho pouted a little at the thought, and drew a hand up Jaejoong’s back to press him closer, moving their positions so that he could cuddle up to his lover rather then stare at him cross-eyed. He closed his eyes and breathed in Jaejoong’s scent.
“Don’t care.” He said, giving up on the whole conversation. It was too riddled with Jaejoong’s particular form of circular, strange logic that you could tie yourself in knots with. He wanted to go back to that sleepy place again. “Don’t care what it is, so long as you love me.”
The fingers on his hips stilled, and then squeezed gently. He felt lips brush past his ear, pressing into his hair. Yunho could practically see the cute little smile that would be blooming over his lover’s face at that moment, somewhere in Yunho’s shoulder. (Drivel it may be, but it didn't stop Jae appreciating Yunho's romantic tendancies from time to time.) The thought of it alone soothed him considerably, and he nudged himself deeper into his Jae-cocoon.
Maybe Jaejoong was right, and their love was only circumstantial. A thought whispered through Yunho’s mind though, one that wondered if fate had not, perhaps, brought them to their circumstances. Circumstances that could let them find each other.
But then, such thoughts were only idle drivel, made to make Yunho’s heart flutter just that little bit harder as he finally settled down into a light slumber, safe in Jaejoong’s arms.