fic-DBSK-Untitled
Title: Untitled
Author: virdant
Length: 372 words; super-short
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance(ish)
Pairing: JaeChun
Summary: “I saw you with Su,” Jaejoong slurs, eyes fixed at an invisible speck on the ceiling. “I saw you.”
Warning: None
Notes: Originally written for scintillanaudia for the Kiss Meme.
Untitled
“I think you’re drunk.”
Jaejoong gives Yoochun an offended look and slurs back, “I think you’re a jerk.”
Yoochun grimaces. This is not good. “Jaejoong,” he begins.
Jaejoong scowls.
Yoochun tugs at Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Look at me?” he asks plaintively.
“I saw you with Su,” Jaejoong slurs, eyes fixed at an invisible speck on the ceiling. “I saw you.”
Yoochun waits for the angry shudders to pass. They shatter the stillness of the room, the two of them alone for once. “I wasn’t with him,” he begins.
“I saw you!” Jaejoong screeches, and this time he whirls around, fingers clawing at Yoochun. “I saw you I saw you I saw you, you fucking bas”-
Yoochun kisses Jaejoong.
Jaejoong when drunk is different from how he usually is. Usually Jaejoong is careful, too careful, layers upon layers of carefully applied defenses that only Yoochun is allowed to remove. Jaejoong when drunk-when angry, Yoochun thinks, but angry isn’t right this time-is blazing, a glory to see, inhibitions dropped and everything he is displayed for anybody to see.
There’s something in Jaejoong’s eyes that Yoochun hasn’t seen in a long time.
“This isn’t about Su,” Yoochun says carefully, because Jaejoong is drunk, is jealous, and this Jaejoong is one he treads carefully around despite their care for each other. It’s not about Junsu. This is something wilder, more dangerous than a casual dally with another bandmate.
Jaejoong’s voice lilts, the pitch wavering, and Yoochun thinks of birds in trees and too many other things. He loses the words in the sound of Jaejoong’s voice, intent on capturing the song, because Jaejoong like this is rare, gone from Yoochun’s easily accessible grasp in the time Jaejoong spends away from him-with Yunho, with Changmin, with Junsu.
Jaejoong’s fingers dig into Yoochun’s arm, cuticles sharp and unforgiving. “I saw you,” he insists.
Yoochun holds Jaejoong carefully, because he’s fragile, far too fragile for words. “I know,” he says, and all he can think of is Jaejoong with his hand on Yunho’s leg, Jaejoong laughing with Changmin, Jaejoong singing with Junsu. “I’m sorry,” he whispers into Jaejoong’s ear, a kiss, a promise, an apology and so much more. “I’m sorry.”
And one part of him is.
End.
Comments appreciated. (As are more prompts, because I am procrastinating on twinny's prompts because they are complicated).
Author: virdant
Length: 372 words; super-short
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance(ish)
Pairing: JaeChun
Summary: “I saw you with Su,” Jaejoong slurs, eyes fixed at an invisible speck on the ceiling. “I saw you.”
Warning: None
Notes: Originally written for scintillanaudia for the Kiss Meme.
Untitled
“I think you’re drunk.”
Jaejoong gives Yoochun an offended look and slurs back, “I think you’re a jerk.”
Yoochun grimaces. This is not good. “Jaejoong,” he begins.
Jaejoong scowls.
Yoochun tugs at Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Look at me?” he asks plaintively.
“I saw you with Su,” Jaejoong slurs, eyes fixed at an invisible speck on the ceiling. “I saw you.”
Yoochun waits for the angry shudders to pass. They shatter the stillness of the room, the two of them alone for once. “I wasn’t with him,” he begins.
“I saw you!” Jaejoong screeches, and this time he whirls around, fingers clawing at Yoochun. “I saw you I saw you I saw you, you fucking bas”-
Yoochun kisses Jaejoong.
Jaejoong when drunk is different from how he usually is. Usually Jaejoong is careful, too careful, layers upon layers of carefully applied defenses that only Yoochun is allowed to remove. Jaejoong when drunk-when angry, Yoochun thinks, but angry isn’t right this time-is blazing, a glory to see, inhibitions dropped and everything he is displayed for anybody to see.
There’s something in Jaejoong’s eyes that Yoochun hasn’t seen in a long time.
“This isn’t about Su,” Yoochun says carefully, because Jaejoong is drunk, is jealous, and this Jaejoong is one he treads carefully around despite their care for each other. It’s not about Junsu. This is something wilder, more dangerous than a casual dally with another bandmate.
Jaejoong’s voice lilts, the pitch wavering, and Yoochun thinks of birds in trees and too many other things. He loses the words in the sound of Jaejoong’s voice, intent on capturing the song, because Jaejoong like this is rare, gone from Yoochun’s easily accessible grasp in the time Jaejoong spends away from him-with Yunho, with Changmin, with Junsu.
Jaejoong’s fingers dig into Yoochun’s arm, cuticles sharp and unforgiving. “I saw you,” he insists.
Yoochun holds Jaejoong carefully, because he’s fragile, far too fragile for words. “I know,” he says, and all he can think of is Jaejoong with his hand on Yunho’s leg, Jaejoong laughing with Changmin, Jaejoong singing with Junsu. “I’m sorry,” he whispers into Jaejoong’s ear, a kiss, a promise, an apology and so much more. “I’m sorry.”
And one part of him is.
End.
Comments appreciated. (As are more prompts, because I am procrastinating on twinny's prompts because they are complicated).