round 05, challenge three: entry #03
Title: Color Me Dreary
Fandom and Pairing: DBSK; Jaejoong/Yunho
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200 Words
Summary: Jaejoong thinks it's pathetic, but the three feet of wood that separates them is a distance he can no longer cross.
Warnings: None
Yunho sits across from him, his perfect plate of spaghetti-three scoops of pasta, two ladlefuls of sauce, a generous sprinkling of cheese-set in place. But Yunho doesn't delve into it like a starved maniac, doesn't hum in appreciation. There's nothing but the idle scrape of silver against porcelain as Yunho pushes the pasta around, nothing but a picture of all that Jaejoong somehow let slip from his grasp.
"Jae," It's the first time Yunho calls his name in days, but Jaejoong knows what's coming, can feel it in the gloom that weighed heavy in the air, and he can't say that he'd prefer this over the silence. "We need to talk."
If they have this conversation it can only go one way, straight to Jaejoong's broken heart. He wishes that they could make a u-turn, but Yunho's already made a left. Jaejoong can't make that turn with him, because over that bend is her perfectly made carbonara, her hand that Yunho can hold in public, everything that Yunho wants and nothing that Jaejoong can give.
Jaejoong wants to say no, wants to kick and scream if that would make Yunho stay. Instead, he holds his breath. "I'm listening."
Fandom and Pairing: DBSK; Jaejoong/Yunho
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200 Words
Summary: Jaejoong thinks it's pathetic, but the three feet of wood that separates them is a distance he can no longer cross.
Warnings: None
Yunho sits across from him, his perfect plate of spaghetti-three scoops of pasta, two ladlefuls of sauce, a generous sprinkling of cheese-set in place. But Yunho doesn't delve into it like a starved maniac, doesn't hum in appreciation. There's nothing but the idle scrape of silver against porcelain as Yunho pushes the pasta around, nothing but a picture of all that Jaejoong somehow let slip from his grasp.
"Jae," It's the first time Yunho calls his name in days, but Jaejoong knows what's coming, can feel it in the gloom that weighed heavy in the air, and he can't say that he'd prefer this over the silence. "We need to talk."
If they have this conversation it can only go one way, straight to Jaejoong's broken heart. He wishes that they could make a u-turn, but Yunho's already made a left. Jaejoong can't make that turn with him, because over that bend is her perfectly made carbonara, her hand that Yunho can hold in public, everything that Yunho wants and nothing that Jaejoong can give.
Jaejoong wants to say no, wants to kick and scream if that would make Yunho stay. Instead, he holds his breath. "I'm listening."