all wrong; jaemin
All Wrong
300ish words
no angst
Paris isn't for them, doesn't feel right at all; there's a quiet, romantic, peaceful feel to the city. Sunshine, smiles, and sincerity are cemented in thin 4 by 6's, polaroids, and memory cards. Smiling back at them are silent yelps of joy that stretch their way through the air and everything is beautiful and glowing.
But this is about them. They're more rusty, uncontrolled laughter and playful slaps on the arm - something complex that only those who have been in love could understand. This city isn't in their blood, and Changmin knows that they probably wouldn't want it to be.
//
"Paris is a charming country." Yunho is smiles at the camera, looks out of place in Paris.
"Paris is not a country."
A couple of feet away, Jaejoong is pressing buttons on a camera, browsing through pictures when he snorts, lets out a a single, loud HA!, and continues trying to figure out how to get back to the root menu. Fingers press over his and he looks up, Changmin is looking intently at the camera, hair cascading into his face, pressing buttons and making beep sounds until he smiles, relaxed, teeth showing, looks at Jaejoong, smile turning into a smirk, "Got it."
"You're a smartass."
"And you're a dumbass."
Jaejoong doesn't see the worry and fear in the photographer's face when he holds the camera in one hand and takes a swing at Changmin's arm with the other, laughing in cut, short, and loud sounds. "Yah! I'm your hyung."
"I'm taller."
Yunho cuts in, "You act like the youngest!", running away quickly before having to face Jaejoong's wrath.
"Yah! I'm older than you too!", Jaejoong yells, waving camera in the air.
Changmin comes from behind him, calm and amused, taking the camera before the photographer over there has a heart attack. "I'll apologize to you later."
"Is it going to be a real one?"
Changmin laughs, at the question and at the way Jaejoong talks like he's laughing, "You know it won't be."
//
At night they dream of Spain: bull runs, long lunches, and needed naps.
300ish words
no angst
Paris isn't for them, doesn't feel right at all; there's a quiet, romantic, peaceful feel to the city. Sunshine, smiles, and sincerity are cemented in thin 4 by 6's, polaroids, and memory cards. Smiling back at them are silent yelps of joy that stretch their way through the air and everything is beautiful and glowing.
But this is about them. They're more rusty, uncontrolled laughter and playful slaps on the arm - something complex that only those who have been in love could understand. This city isn't in their blood, and Changmin knows that they probably wouldn't want it to be.
//
"Paris is a charming country." Yunho is smiles at the camera, looks out of place in Paris.
"Paris is not a country."
A couple of feet away, Jaejoong is pressing buttons on a camera, browsing through pictures when he snorts, lets out a a single, loud HA!, and continues trying to figure out how to get back to the root menu. Fingers press over his and he looks up, Changmin is looking intently at the camera, hair cascading into his face, pressing buttons and making beep sounds until he smiles, relaxed, teeth showing, looks at Jaejoong, smile turning into a smirk, "Got it."
"You're a smartass."
"And you're a dumbass."
Jaejoong doesn't see the worry and fear in the photographer's face when he holds the camera in one hand and takes a swing at Changmin's arm with the other, laughing in cut, short, and loud sounds. "Yah! I'm your hyung."
"I'm taller."
Yunho cuts in, "You act like the youngest!", running away quickly before having to face Jaejoong's wrath.
"Yah! I'm older than you too!", Jaejoong yells, waving camera in the air.
Changmin comes from behind him, calm and amused, taking the camera before the photographer over there has a heart attack. "I'll apologize to you later."
"Is it going to be a real one?"
Changmin laughs, at the question and at the way Jaejoong talks like he's laughing, "You know it won't be."
//
At night they dream of Spain: bull runs, long lunches, and needed naps.