deeper conversation: chapter 6
deeper conversation: chapter 6
yunho ♥ jaejoong
chaptered | AU | pg-13
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Life has never been particularly great for me since I knew what reality was like. I was brought up to fend for myself and Changmin, and while it had robbed me off my childhood, it also taught me how to survive without anyone’s help. For the longest of time, it had always been only me and Changmin in my world, and of course, the occasional third person that graced my bed or one of Changmin’s (ex) girlfriends. It was a sweet deal, and I myself wasn’t so keen on finding someone to love, simply because I didn’t feel like I deserve to be loved. Now, that made me sounded so pathetic and sad, but it wasn’t that bad of a life actually. Love doesn’t come just because you will it to be, and for someone cynical to love like I am, it does make a whole lot of sense.
But of course, two weeks of talking with Jaejoong over the phone changed everything. Kim Jaejoong changed everything. Fuck, I was so sure it had been just lust at the start. I was aware of the attraction I had felt for him the first time I saw him at our first meeting, but every relationship I had before this had started that way - a spark of chemistry that flew from shared gazes or smiles - although in my and Jaejoong case, the only thing that flew was the pasta sauce from the school cafeteria spluttering all over my shirt on the first day. Awkward moments continued to ensue one after another, and yet I was still convinced that it was my desire blurring my senses and making me a clumsy fool in front of him, no notion of love (aside from physical one, of course, we cleared that one up before when I mentioned the lust?) even dare gracing my mind. The first time we kissed and nearly make-out, I knew that I have to have him because no one drugged me with their sweet mouths as easily as Jaejoong had done. I was sure then that Jaejoong was attracted to me too, even when all I managed to do was barfed all over the place.
Note to self: no throwing up in front of Jaejoong again. Please.
If desires and lust were what tied me to him, then why did I feel this warmth I had never felt before? When we talked over the phone, I could hear myself genuinely showing interest in the topic of our conversation, and him doing the same. Jaejoong listened to me when I rambled about my life, his sense of empathy strongly felt even through the static of our phones.
Dropping myself on the bed, I couldn’t help but sighed. It felt too good, too good to be true. I was scared of what’s going to happen in the future, scared that once Jaejoong loses all interest he had in me, he would move on and find himself someone else. I was afraid that this huge burden I carried with me will put him off of any further attachment, of course I was aware that he has his own emotional baggage to handle too. I was just extremely frightened of what I was feeling, and I had a foreboding hunch that I was going to screw big time with this…thing I have with Jaejoong.
“I won’t let you, Jaejoong-ah, I won’t.”
I closed my eyes, remembering back the promise I had uttered to him a few nights ago. It had been surreal, we were talking cheerfully for one minute and then Jaejoong broke down and cried in the next, saying how lonely he had felt and how he hated it every time he sent his son back to his ex-husband’s place. I was not sure how Jaejoong felt about what I had said, and we never talk about it after that. The next morning when I saw him at school, he had been his usual self, calm and collected, just slightly red-rimmed eyes foretelling what had happened the night before. I didn’t dare to ask if he’s okay, afraid that he would feel uncomfortable by the question.
I saw him everyday at school, yet it was the night time that I looked forward too. The calls would come after 10.30 p.m., and usually lasted just a little bit after midnight. I would call him in the morning to wake him up, not only because I love hearing his sexy, just-wake-up voice (God just remembering the way he said his morning ‘yeoboseyo’ was waking my body up in all the right places. Damn it why he had to be so fucking sexy all the time. Damn damn damn) but also because he’s my own human vitamin that helps me last through the day.
I should have not hope, but I can’t help it. Changmin told me that I smiled so often now I looked like a stupid, crazy fucktard (his word, not mine. Lawyers always have such dirty mouths, and Changmin has the dirtiest one of all. I wonder if I should just soap it off when he sleeps). With Jaejoong, laughter seemed to come easy to me, and while he definitely is more mature and knowledgeable than me, he made me feel at ease. We haven’t had the chance to go out after school like we did once before, and of course, at school we pretended like we were just a supervisor and his student-teacher. I had learned to act more naturally around him, less nervous yet all the more aware of the slightest glance and the merest hint of a smile he threw in my way.
The clock struck 10, and I groaned, wishing that time would just speed itself up and get its butt on 10.30 right now. I wished I could call Jaejoong, but after the first two calls, it had been sort of a rule that he would call me and not vice versa, since he mentioned that he always has works to do and could only call after he finishes with them. I guessed he was trying to be considerate without bruising my ego, and I appreciated him more for that. I never knew anyone who could be so generous without trying to force his kindness out loud for people to see. I was aware of the huge gap in our age, yet he had felt like a close friend, someone who would be concerned over my well-being expecting nothing in return, just a sense of company that I was willing to give to him in the first place.
Sometimes, Jaejoong felt like the mother I never had. Well, of course I had one (everyone has one, like duh. I'm not a miracle baby) but she hated me and that’s that. No talking about her anymore because it drained my soul and I need to be fully energized for my daily dose of Jaejoong’s night talk in bed after this. Fuck that sounded kinky. Night talk. It’d be better if we are in the same bed. Cries.
I looked around my room and felt the emptiness pushing hard against my skin. Changmin went back to his hostel this morning since he said he was well enough to go to class and he had to catch up with what he had missed (I told him he brought this one on himself and he told me to fuck off. What an ungrateful younger brother. Why I love him so much was beyond me sometimes). In the end, Changmin never said anything about the reason of him overdosing, and I had felt like a failure of a brother because I couldn’t even asked him that. I guessed he was still reeling over whatever had hurt him, and I knew he needed some time before he could tell me on his own accord about what made him lose his smart head like that, that is if he's ever going to tell me about it. Changmin was 21 now, an adult who can think and live on his own, but sometimes, I can’t help but feel like a mother who has an issue of letting his son grows up. Changmin, although I had to admit it, was right when he said I act like a mother fussing over him at times. Oh please, if I haven’t feed him and buy him his clothes and give him allowance for school-
Take a deep breath, Jung Yunho. You’re starting to go ‘all mommy’ again, with or without Changmin. Now exhale. Better. Geez, being a nurse to an OD-ed brother made your testosterone went haywire, and injected a good dose of estrogen into you.
With Changmin back in college, I craved for some pheromone actions instead. Just hurry up clock and give me my Jaejoong time.
*
“Jaejoong!”, I squealed into the phone, and winced when I realized what I had done. Jaejoong’s deep chuckle echoes back, and I felt my cheeks heating up, plain embarrassed. I stifled a groan inside, not wanting to be further humiliated my own lack of control.
“Yeoboseyo, Yunhoya. Waiting for me?”
God I was going to be forever hot and red from now on, “Err…yeoboseyo.”, I replied, turning over onto my stomach and trying to smother myself to death with the pillow when I heard Jaejoong laughing softly again. I took a deep breath, wanting to skip the awkward start with something else, “Ah, um…you are finished with your work?”
“Yeap. Just finished marking your report actually.”
I smiled, it was getting better, “Ah, really? So did I do well with that report or…”
“Or.”
I blanched. A second passed before I heard Jaejoong sniggered, and I pouted, although obviously he couldn’t see me.
“Jaejoong!”
“You did fine, Yunhoya. Actually you did quite well, although I have to say your argument about error correction in language classroom was somewhat weak…maybe because you didn’t provide enough evidences to back up your points.”
I nodded, understanding what he was referring to. Error correction was the last part of the report, and I had to admit I was rushing a bit to get it over on due time (excuse me but I was anxious about it because of what happened the last time).
“Ah, I hope you didn’t mark me down too harshly for that. I admit I was a bit careless about that part, my fault.”
“Hey, don’t worry. You did extremely well compared to this one person who just failed to deliver the whole topic and argument that I wonder if she listened to me at all in our discussion...”, I was just about to ask him who, when he quickly cut me, “...and no, I’m not going to gossip about that person with you.”
I laughed, embarrassed that he caught me just at the tip of tongue, “You’re not fun at all!”
“I don’t think having fun includes gossiping about others, although I must say if I slip the person’s name out, it was completely accidental and I should not be hold responsible for that.”
“Pfft. Just tell me, Jaejoong-ah. I wasn’t going to do anything to that person even if I knew.”
Jaejoong giggled, and I grinned against the phone.
“You’re one nosy teacher-to-be, aren’t you?”
“I sure am.”
“Before I tell you her name, is there anyone in the group that you like?"
"Hmm?"
"I just...I don’t want to ruin your crush with this slight on their...educational proficiency.”
My eyebrows scrunched up at this, amused at the obvious reason Jaejoong was asking the question. He wanted to know if I was gay, too.
“Ah fortunately no. There’s Donghae that I could possibly have a crush on, but then he’s just a friend and he’s as straight as straight men goes. Not my type at all.”
I heard Jaejoong let out a relief sigh, and I grinned wider.
“So…”
“So…”
“You’re gay too?”
“Yeap.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that before? Damn, I was so anxious about it, Yunhoya!”
I laughed heartily, rolling over on my narrow bed, “It never came out in our conversations! And you never asked!”
“I told you I was gay when we went out for dinner that one time! That’d be the best time to tell me!”
“Excuse me, but you didn’t exactly say that you’re gay! You just told me you had an ex-husband and I came to the conclusion using my own brilliant mind.”, Jaejong snorted at this, and I laughed some more, “…and plus, I expected you to know that it was clear who I prefer when I kissed you outside the bar that night.”
“I thought you kissed me because you were drunk.”
“Just a bit, but I was sober enough to know what I was doing when I pulled you close and kissed you. I still remember how sweet your mouth tasted that night, Jaejoong-ah, just a bit of the lemon soju zest and then...all you.”
“Yunhoya...”, Jaejoong gasped out my name, and a fond memory of what happened washed over me. I smiled longingly into the phone, wishing Jaejoong could somehow feel what he was doing to me.
“Can we go out again, Jaejoong? I don’t mind if it’s only for a drink...”
“I don’t mind too. It had been a while, huh? I’m sorry I didn’t ask you earlier.”
“No, no, don’t worry. We’re both busy, and I had to take care of Changmin before this, so it’s understandable.”
“How’s Changmin by the way?”
“He’s good as before, and ever so foul-mouthed. He went back to his hostel this morning.”
“Oh that’s a good thing to hear. So you’re by yourself now?”
“Yeap. All alone in my room.”
“Same here.”, I was sure he didn’t mean to sound so forlorn but it did come out that way. Silence overruled for a while as empathy over similar situation clicked, until something struck inside of me and I suddenly blurted out,
“Want to go someplace now?”
“Eh?”, Jaejoong gasped in shock, but I was determined and there was nothing that could stop me now.
“I know it’s almost 11 and we have school tomorrow, but please?”
“No, I’m not worried about that! But are you sure?”
“Why not?”, I was pressing the gear with my whole heart now. Just say yes, Jaejoong, please.
“But…where?”
I scratched my head, damn I didn’t think of that. Going to the bar would be nice, but then it wasn’t good to risk getting shit-drunk when you have work tomorrow.
“We could go to…Han River! Yes, Han River!” Apparently Changmin wasn’t the only one born a genius.
I heard a rustle of clothes from the other side, before Jaejoong answered hurriedly, “Okay, I’ll come and pick you up in 20 minutes.”
“You don’t have to, I can walk there. We can meet somewhere near the river.”
“Kkkhh. I’m not risking you freezing yourself to death while I got lost trying to find you! Hurry up, I’ve already changed.”
Woah, he was fast. He was about to disconnect the call when I quickly stopped him,
“Jaejoong?”
“Yes?”
“Drive carefully, okay? I’ll see you in 20 minutes.”
*
We were both sitting on the bench, jackets wrapped tight around our body and two tall cups of now lukewarm coffee between us. Han River looked heavenly; the smooth flowing water reflected the moon shining ever so brightly in the night sky. It felt great to be able to witness this magnificent view, and it felt much, much better to be enjoying it with someone like Jaejoong.
I glanced at Jaejoong and saw him stared ahead at the river, lost in his thought. A smile was left hovering on his lips, and I guessed he was thinking of something happy, because that smile was so pure that it took my breath away. His reddish-brown hair looked almost golden under the moonlight, and his eyes, God, they were made to kill with their beauty. His skin seemed almost translucent, and my fingers itched to touch that softness. He was biting his lips in his concentration, and he looked so young like this, so innocent and vibrant and full of dreams. I wondered what he was thinking, but I didn’t want to disturb his peace. Plus, it felt good to just study and admire him quietly like this, a chance that I don’t often get any other times. He was goddamn gorgeous it hurt.
“Yunhoya…”
“Umm?”
“Quit staring at me.”, Jaejoong suddenly said, face fully turned towards me and I blushed despite the cold. He smiled widely, and reached out to flick the tip of my nose with his index finger,
“You’re so cute blushing like that. No one ever blushes like that with me.”
“Really?”
Jaejoong nodded, grinning still.
“That was a surprise.”
“Why?”
“Because blushing and spluttering things all over are just what I keep doing since I first saw you, Jaejoong-ah. I can’t seem to stop, it’s embarrassing.”
“It’s adorable. Your clumsiness is endearing, do you know that?”
I smiled and blushed yet again, feeling warm from head to toe. “I’m glad. I don’t want you to think I’m useless or a loser, although I’m just that.”
Jaejoong shook his head, eyes wide and eyebrows scrunching together. He wiggled his nose and mouth cutely, and exclaimed wholeheartedly,
“No, of course you’re not that! Don’t say that, Yunho!”
I reached over this time to pinch his cheek because I couldn’t resist, and he yelped, “You’re cute too, you know.”
“I’m over thirty, Yunhoya!”
“And still as cute as a kid. Heh. I wonder how you looked like when you’re younger.”
“The same as I look now I guess, only without gray hairs.”, Jaejoong beamed, cheeks pinking slightly.
“But you have no gray hairs!”
“Oh but I do. Why do you think I dyed my hair this color?”
“You mean you’re not a natural brunette?”, I mock-gasped, and he pushed me off the bench, laughing.
“You’re so silly, Yunhoya. You made me laugh so much.”
“I’m glad I made you laugh. Your laughter sounds so good, and it makes me happy.”
Jaejoong looked at me, eyes deeply searching mine, before he held out a hand so he could pull me up. He stood when I was finally on my feet, and this time, he was the one who grabbed me close, tilting his head adorably to the side before he told me in a husky whisper that got carried swiftly by the wind,
“Kiss me again, Yunhoya, and tell me if my mouth tastes as good as you remember it to be.”
--[TBC]
a/n: ♥ :D
yunho ♥ jaejoong
chaptered | AU | pg-13
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Life has never been particularly great for me since I knew what reality was like. I was brought up to fend for myself and Changmin, and while it had robbed me off my childhood, it also taught me how to survive without anyone’s help. For the longest of time, it had always been only me and Changmin in my world, and of course, the occasional third person that graced my bed or one of Changmin’s (ex) girlfriends. It was a sweet deal, and I myself wasn’t so keen on finding someone to love, simply because I didn’t feel like I deserve to be loved. Now, that made me sounded so pathetic and sad, but it wasn’t that bad of a life actually. Love doesn’t come just because you will it to be, and for someone cynical to love like I am, it does make a whole lot of sense.
But of course, two weeks of talking with Jaejoong over the phone changed everything. Kim Jaejoong changed everything. Fuck, I was so sure it had been just lust at the start. I was aware of the attraction I had felt for him the first time I saw him at our first meeting, but every relationship I had before this had started that way - a spark of chemistry that flew from shared gazes or smiles - although in my and Jaejoong case, the only thing that flew was the pasta sauce from the school cafeteria spluttering all over my shirt on the first day. Awkward moments continued to ensue one after another, and yet I was still convinced that it was my desire blurring my senses and making me a clumsy fool in front of him, no notion of love (aside from physical one, of course, we cleared that one up before when I mentioned the lust?) even dare gracing my mind. The first time we kissed and nearly make-out, I knew that I have to have him because no one drugged me with their sweet mouths as easily as Jaejoong had done. I was sure then that Jaejoong was attracted to me too, even when all I managed to do was barfed all over the place.
Note to self: no throwing up in front of Jaejoong again. Please.
If desires and lust were what tied me to him, then why did I feel this warmth I had never felt before? When we talked over the phone, I could hear myself genuinely showing interest in the topic of our conversation, and him doing the same. Jaejoong listened to me when I rambled about my life, his sense of empathy strongly felt even through the static of our phones.
Dropping myself on the bed, I couldn’t help but sighed. It felt too good, too good to be true. I was scared of what’s going to happen in the future, scared that once Jaejoong loses all interest he had in me, he would move on and find himself someone else. I was afraid that this huge burden I carried with me will put him off of any further attachment, of course I was aware that he has his own emotional baggage to handle too. I was just extremely frightened of what I was feeling, and I had a foreboding hunch that I was going to screw big time with this…thing I have with Jaejoong.
“I won’t let you, Jaejoong-ah, I won’t.”
I closed my eyes, remembering back the promise I had uttered to him a few nights ago. It had been surreal, we were talking cheerfully for one minute and then Jaejoong broke down and cried in the next, saying how lonely he had felt and how he hated it every time he sent his son back to his ex-husband’s place. I was not sure how Jaejoong felt about what I had said, and we never talk about it after that. The next morning when I saw him at school, he had been his usual self, calm and collected, just slightly red-rimmed eyes foretelling what had happened the night before. I didn’t dare to ask if he’s okay, afraid that he would feel uncomfortable by the question.
I saw him everyday at school, yet it was the night time that I looked forward too. The calls would come after 10.30 p.m., and usually lasted just a little bit after midnight. I would call him in the morning to wake him up, not only because I love hearing his sexy, just-wake-up voice (God just remembering the way he said his morning ‘yeoboseyo’ was waking my body up in all the right places. Damn it why he had to be so fucking sexy all the time. Damn damn damn) but also because he’s my own human vitamin that helps me last through the day.
I should have not hope, but I can’t help it. Changmin told me that I smiled so often now I looked like a stupid, crazy fucktard (his word, not mine. Lawyers always have such dirty mouths, and Changmin has the dirtiest one of all. I wonder if I should just soap it off when he sleeps). With Jaejoong, laughter seemed to come easy to me, and while he definitely is more mature and knowledgeable than me, he made me feel at ease. We haven’t had the chance to go out after school like we did once before, and of course, at school we pretended like we were just a supervisor and his student-teacher. I had learned to act more naturally around him, less nervous yet all the more aware of the slightest glance and the merest hint of a smile he threw in my way.
The clock struck 10, and I groaned, wishing that time would just speed itself up and get its butt on 10.30 right now. I wished I could call Jaejoong, but after the first two calls, it had been sort of a rule that he would call me and not vice versa, since he mentioned that he always has works to do and could only call after he finishes with them. I guessed he was trying to be considerate without bruising my ego, and I appreciated him more for that. I never knew anyone who could be so generous without trying to force his kindness out loud for people to see. I was aware of the huge gap in our age, yet he had felt like a close friend, someone who would be concerned over my well-being expecting nothing in return, just a sense of company that I was willing to give to him in the first place.
Sometimes, Jaejoong felt like the mother I never had. Well, of course I had one (everyone has one, like duh. I'm not a miracle baby) but she hated me and that’s that. No talking about her anymore because it drained my soul and I need to be fully energized for my daily dose of Jaejoong’s night talk in bed after this. Fuck that sounded kinky. Night talk. It’d be better if we are in the same bed. Cries.
I looked around my room and felt the emptiness pushing hard against my skin. Changmin went back to his hostel this morning since he said he was well enough to go to class and he had to catch up with what he had missed (I told him he brought this one on himself and he told me to fuck off. What an ungrateful younger brother. Why I love him so much was beyond me sometimes). In the end, Changmin never said anything about the reason of him overdosing, and I had felt like a failure of a brother because I couldn’t even asked him that. I guessed he was still reeling over whatever had hurt him, and I knew he needed some time before he could tell me on his own accord about what made him lose his smart head like that, that is if he's ever going to tell me about it. Changmin was 21 now, an adult who can think and live on his own, but sometimes, I can’t help but feel like a mother who has an issue of letting his son grows up. Changmin, although I had to admit it, was right when he said I act like a mother fussing over him at times. Oh please, if I haven’t feed him and buy him his clothes and give him allowance for school-
Take a deep breath, Jung Yunho. You’re starting to go ‘all mommy’ again, with or without Changmin. Now exhale. Better. Geez, being a nurse to an OD-ed brother made your testosterone went haywire, and injected a good dose of estrogen into you.
With Changmin back in college, I craved for some pheromone actions instead. Just hurry up clock and give me my Jaejoong time.
*
“Jaejoong!”, I squealed into the phone, and winced when I realized what I had done. Jaejoong’s deep chuckle echoes back, and I felt my cheeks heating up, plain embarrassed. I stifled a groan inside, not wanting to be further humiliated my own lack of control.
“Yeoboseyo, Yunhoya. Waiting for me?”
God I was going to be forever hot and red from now on, “Err…yeoboseyo.”, I replied, turning over onto my stomach and trying to smother myself to death with the pillow when I heard Jaejoong laughing softly again. I took a deep breath, wanting to skip the awkward start with something else, “Ah, um…you are finished with your work?”
“Yeap. Just finished marking your report actually.”
I smiled, it was getting better, “Ah, really? So did I do well with that report or…”
“Or.”
I blanched. A second passed before I heard Jaejoong sniggered, and I pouted, although obviously he couldn’t see me.
“Jaejoong!”
“You did fine, Yunhoya. Actually you did quite well, although I have to say your argument about error correction in language classroom was somewhat weak…maybe because you didn’t provide enough evidences to back up your points.”
I nodded, understanding what he was referring to. Error correction was the last part of the report, and I had to admit I was rushing a bit to get it over on due time (excuse me but I was anxious about it because of what happened the last time).
“Ah, I hope you didn’t mark me down too harshly for that. I admit I was a bit careless about that part, my fault.”
“Hey, don’t worry. You did extremely well compared to this one person who just failed to deliver the whole topic and argument that I wonder if she listened to me at all in our discussion...”, I was just about to ask him who, when he quickly cut me, “...and no, I’m not going to gossip about that person with you.”
I laughed, embarrassed that he caught me just at the tip of tongue, “You’re not fun at all!”
“I don’t think having fun includes gossiping about others, although I must say if I slip the person’s name out, it was completely accidental and I should not be hold responsible for that.”
“Pfft. Just tell me, Jaejoong-ah. I wasn’t going to do anything to that person even if I knew.”
Jaejoong giggled, and I grinned against the phone.
“You’re one nosy teacher-to-be, aren’t you?”
“I sure am.”
“Before I tell you her name, is there anyone in the group that you like?"
"Hmm?"
"I just...I don’t want to ruin your crush with this slight on their...educational proficiency.”
My eyebrows scrunched up at this, amused at the obvious reason Jaejoong was asking the question. He wanted to know if I was gay, too.
“Ah fortunately no. There’s Donghae that I could possibly have a crush on, but then he’s just a friend and he’s as straight as straight men goes. Not my type at all.”
I heard Jaejoong let out a relief sigh, and I grinned wider.
“So…”
“So…”
“You’re gay too?”
“Yeap.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that before? Damn, I was so anxious about it, Yunhoya!”
I laughed heartily, rolling over on my narrow bed, “It never came out in our conversations! And you never asked!”
“I told you I was gay when we went out for dinner that one time! That’d be the best time to tell me!”
“Excuse me, but you didn’t exactly say that you’re gay! You just told me you had an ex-husband and I came to the conclusion using my own brilliant mind.”, Jaejong snorted at this, and I laughed some more, “…and plus, I expected you to know that it was clear who I prefer when I kissed you outside the bar that night.”
“I thought you kissed me because you were drunk.”
“Just a bit, but I was sober enough to know what I was doing when I pulled you close and kissed you. I still remember how sweet your mouth tasted that night, Jaejoong-ah, just a bit of the lemon soju zest and then...all you.”
“Yunhoya...”, Jaejoong gasped out my name, and a fond memory of what happened washed over me. I smiled longingly into the phone, wishing Jaejoong could somehow feel what he was doing to me.
“Can we go out again, Jaejoong? I don’t mind if it’s only for a drink...”
“I don’t mind too. It had been a while, huh? I’m sorry I didn’t ask you earlier.”
“No, no, don’t worry. We’re both busy, and I had to take care of Changmin before this, so it’s understandable.”
“How’s Changmin by the way?”
“He’s good as before, and ever so foul-mouthed. He went back to his hostel this morning.”
“Oh that’s a good thing to hear. So you’re by yourself now?”
“Yeap. All alone in my room.”
“Same here.”, I was sure he didn’t mean to sound so forlorn but it did come out that way. Silence overruled for a while as empathy over similar situation clicked, until something struck inside of me and I suddenly blurted out,
“Want to go someplace now?”
“Eh?”, Jaejoong gasped in shock, but I was determined and there was nothing that could stop me now.
“I know it’s almost 11 and we have school tomorrow, but please?”
“No, I’m not worried about that! But are you sure?”
“Why not?”, I was pressing the gear with my whole heart now. Just say yes, Jaejoong, please.
“But…where?”
I scratched my head, damn I didn’t think of that. Going to the bar would be nice, but then it wasn’t good to risk getting shit-drunk when you have work tomorrow.
“We could go to…Han River! Yes, Han River!” Apparently Changmin wasn’t the only one born a genius.
I heard a rustle of clothes from the other side, before Jaejoong answered hurriedly, “Okay, I’ll come and pick you up in 20 minutes.”
“You don’t have to, I can walk there. We can meet somewhere near the river.”
“Kkkhh. I’m not risking you freezing yourself to death while I got lost trying to find you! Hurry up, I’ve already changed.”
Woah, he was fast. He was about to disconnect the call when I quickly stopped him,
“Jaejoong?”
“Yes?”
“Drive carefully, okay? I’ll see you in 20 minutes.”
*
We were both sitting on the bench, jackets wrapped tight around our body and two tall cups of now lukewarm coffee between us. Han River looked heavenly; the smooth flowing water reflected the moon shining ever so brightly in the night sky. It felt great to be able to witness this magnificent view, and it felt much, much better to be enjoying it with someone like Jaejoong.
I glanced at Jaejoong and saw him stared ahead at the river, lost in his thought. A smile was left hovering on his lips, and I guessed he was thinking of something happy, because that smile was so pure that it took my breath away. His reddish-brown hair looked almost golden under the moonlight, and his eyes, God, they were made to kill with their beauty. His skin seemed almost translucent, and my fingers itched to touch that softness. He was biting his lips in his concentration, and he looked so young like this, so innocent and vibrant and full of dreams. I wondered what he was thinking, but I didn’t want to disturb his peace. Plus, it felt good to just study and admire him quietly like this, a chance that I don’t often get any other times. He was goddamn gorgeous it hurt.
“Yunhoya…”
“Umm?”
“Quit staring at me.”, Jaejoong suddenly said, face fully turned towards me and I blushed despite the cold. He smiled widely, and reached out to flick the tip of my nose with his index finger,
“You’re so cute blushing like that. No one ever blushes like that with me.”
“Really?”
Jaejoong nodded, grinning still.
“That was a surprise.”
“Why?”
“Because blushing and spluttering things all over are just what I keep doing since I first saw you, Jaejoong-ah. I can’t seem to stop, it’s embarrassing.”
“It’s adorable. Your clumsiness is endearing, do you know that?”
I smiled and blushed yet again, feeling warm from head to toe. “I’m glad. I don’t want you to think I’m useless or a loser, although I’m just that.”
Jaejoong shook his head, eyes wide and eyebrows scrunching together. He wiggled his nose and mouth cutely, and exclaimed wholeheartedly,
“No, of course you’re not that! Don’t say that, Yunho!”
I reached over this time to pinch his cheek because I couldn’t resist, and he yelped, “You’re cute too, you know.”
“I’m over thirty, Yunhoya!”
“And still as cute as a kid. Heh. I wonder how you looked like when you’re younger.”
“The same as I look now I guess, only without gray hairs.”, Jaejoong beamed, cheeks pinking slightly.
“But you have no gray hairs!”
“Oh but I do. Why do you think I dyed my hair this color?”
“You mean you’re not a natural brunette?”, I mock-gasped, and he pushed me off the bench, laughing.
“You’re so silly, Yunhoya. You made me laugh so much.”
“I’m glad I made you laugh. Your laughter sounds so good, and it makes me happy.”
Jaejoong looked at me, eyes deeply searching mine, before he held out a hand so he could pull me up. He stood when I was finally on my feet, and this time, he was the one who grabbed me close, tilting his head adorably to the side before he told me in a husky whisper that got carried swiftly by the wind,
“Kiss me again, Yunhoya, and tell me if my mouth tastes as good as you remember it to be.”
--[TBC]
a/n: ♥ :D