The TRAX - Eternity & a smile[JungwooxJungmo]
Title: Eternity & a smile
Pairing: Jungwoo (Attack) x Jungmo (Christmas)
Rating: PG-13ish
Genre: whatever! messy drabble.
Summary: eternity's more or less a five-year plan; no man can really see beyond that.
Notes: Written for art_noveau. In no ways meant as a serious fic because I wrote it rather quickly xP
Chris found himself alone often, wondering at the mysteries of life. It wasn’t like he was a really clever person with really deep thoughts; on the contrary, he was the type whose day would be alright the moment someone would smile at him. The world was a big game, he decided one day. He could play with it until he grew too old and then he would just watch others play with it. To Chris, the mystery of life was always forgotten with a smile.
He had never been organised to start with. Sometimes, people couldn’t tell where his room ended and the next began and to be honest, he couldn’t always point out exactly where it did, either. He liked it this way; it was only bothersome when he returned from a long night of drinking and had to find his bed in the darkness.
What did it matter anyway? He had been alone for a long time and he was a man. From time to time, he liked to believe he had been a cat in his previous life, because he always seemed to land right on his feet.
Until one day, the Heavens and the Below had decided that it was time for the Universe to go through a change. Right became Left, Up became Down and if one thought pickles were really tasty before, they recalled the flavour of someone’s unwashed socks now.
To sum it all up; Chris met a man.
And suddenly, his room had to be clean.
It was a Sunday and wearing an old pair of jeans, Chris stood in the middle of the Battleground, collecting empty cans of beer and pizza boxes. In some of the boxes, new civilisations had started, but were never given the opinion to expand any further because the man was carrying around a bag to put the trash in. It would take him exactly three hours and fifteen minutes to gather everything off the floor. The carpet remembered what it was like to breathe.
His name, Jungwoo, had reminded him of his own original one, Jungmo. He had joked about them being ‘double-Jungs’ and the man hadn’t laughed. It had made him very nervous and before he knew it, he had been drunk out of his mind and all over Jungwoo’s lap. Sick, that is, but luckily the man was very understanding.
Following up this disastrous encounter at the bar, Chris had sent the man an invitation. It was meant as a thank-you-for-not-beating-the-crap-out-of-me-when-I-puked-all-over-your-jeans-the-other-night, but no matter what kind of invitation it was, it was one. Thinking about it made his skin crawl because Jungwoo had really had lovely eyes hidden behind those sunglasses of his.
He had never really considered being gay before, but when Jungwoo was standing very sexily so with one arm propped up against the frame of the door, he felt his knees weaken and his mouth run dry.
“S’clean, this place is,” Jungwoo took the liberty of sitting down on the newly discovered sofa. “You sure it’s alright to smoke in here, then?” the man raised an eyebrow, now visible because he had taken off his sunglasses.
Chris wished he was the sofa, or the air, or the rolling papers between the other’s fingers.
Though Heaven was quite sure they had re-established the balance in Chris’ Universe by presenting him with enough topics to talk about, Below was still waiting for him to mess things up. After all, Jungwoo already thought Chris was pretty strange, so really all they had to do was wait.
But conversations continued and Chris was sprawled out over the couch with his feet resting in Jungwoo’s lap at the end of the day. The man was even running his fingers over his ankles as if it was the most normal thing in life. They had even talked about the funky feeling one would get when re-inhaling the same cigarette smoke. All in all, it had been a lovely time.
“What will you do?” Chris wondered when they were sitting on a bench in the park one summer’s day, a few weeks after they had first met. He had borrowed one of the other man’s sunglasses and played with it rather than wearing it.
“What do you mean?” Jungwoo rolled his eyes as he lit a cigarette, shaking his head in disbelief at the other’s face. “For fuck’s sake man, be crystal clear with me for a change.”
“I mean, the world is a game, right?” Chris started his explanation and he completely ignored the groan coming from Jungwoo’s lips when the man realised Chris was going off on one of his endless rants again.
“And you know, before I thought it was good to live life day by day,” Chris remembered the nights on which he didn’t think of anyone or anything and could just sleep like the Sandman had gotten appointed to his job just for his sake.
“Before what?” Jungwoo ran a hand through his braided hair, half of it tucked away under a huge beanie Chris had bought him before. It wasn’t as if they were gay or anything. They were the other thing that didn’t have a name yet. If they had been hippies, it would’ve been beautiful and fruitful. Because it was the 21st century, it merely brought you benefits when sharing a shower.
“Before I met you of course,” Chris snorted, hitting the other man’s knee. Sometimes, Jungwoo’s emotional range was about as much as that of his sunglasses; he vowed wearing it all the time, but you saw right through it.
“Now I see the world more as something I can arrange. I never used to clean my room before I met you. I didn’t even know I had a cat.”
“That’s disgusting,” Jungwoo stood up and pulled the other to his feet so they could continue their walk.
“But no really, I never used to really think about the future and what it would bring me. I never thought I’d spend the rest of my life with someone like you,” Chris’ arm found its way around Jungwoo’s, but the moment he had spoken those words out loud, Jungwoo halted.
“Listen kid,” Jungwoo started, scratching the back of his head and pulling the beanie off in the process. “I don’t know what your momma told you, but I’m not Hercules or anything. I can’t even hold my liquor that well. I’m not really the knight in shining armour type, if you know what I’m saying,” he excused.
Chris blinked.
“No, what are you saying?”
Below cheered and showed the finger to the Heavens, which began to rumble and grumble until grey clouds had formed and it started raining on Earth.
Interrupted by the sudden downpour, Jungwoo dragged the other boy into one of the shopping streets where they found their shelter in the doorway of some shop. Thunder cracked and a flash lit up the sky as he faced Chris once more.
“I’m not the forever type,” he said, frowning a little at his own words while his fingers traced the raindrops that lined out Chris’ face. “I don’t even know what tomorrow will bring. I don’t even know if I can stand you longer than a few weeks…”
Chris felt his mouth tighten at the other’s words. He wanted to scream and cry but most of all, he wanted to run away. Wasn’t the fact that his life had changed completely because of this man enough proof that yes, they were made for one another? He had cut his hair, bought new clothes, brushed his teeth on a regular basis now - all to receive a rejection like this?
“I want to try,” Jungwoo added, seeing Chris fall apart under his touch. “But I can’t start out with ‘forever’ and ‘always’. I don’t even know what those things mean. Let’s keep our feet on the ground, kid. You and I - then we’ll see what. How about that?”
No! screamed Below,
Yes! encouraged the Heavens,
And then Jungwoo smiled.
For someone, who had always believed that a smile from your mother could cure the greatest of all diseases, that a smile from a kid meant you had seven weeks of fortune and that the only way to start off a day the right way was by smiling at yourself in the mirror (followed by a slice of pizza, of course), Chris couldn’t have gotten a better explanation than Jungwoo’s smile.
Until eternity, the Universe was balanced; it was a draw.
Pairing: Jungwoo (Attack) x Jungmo (Christmas)
Rating: PG-13ish
Genre: whatever! messy drabble.
Summary: eternity's more or less a five-year plan; no man can really see beyond that.
Notes: Written for art_noveau. In no ways meant as a serious fic because I wrote it rather quickly xP
Chris found himself alone often, wondering at the mysteries of life. It wasn’t like he was a really clever person with really deep thoughts; on the contrary, he was the type whose day would be alright the moment someone would smile at him. The world was a big game, he decided one day. He could play with it until he grew too old and then he would just watch others play with it. To Chris, the mystery of life was always forgotten with a smile.
He had never been organised to start with. Sometimes, people couldn’t tell where his room ended and the next began and to be honest, he couldn’t always point out exactly where it did, either. He liked it this way; it was only bothersome when he returned from a long night of drinking and had to find his bed in the darkness.
What did it matter anyway? He had been alone for a long time and he was a man. From time to time, he liked to believe he had been a cat in his previous life, because he always seemed to land right on his feet.
Until one day, the Heavens and the Below had decided that it was time for the Universe to go through a change. Right became Left, Up became Down and if one thought pickles were really tasty before, they recalled the flavour of someone’s unwashed socks now.
To sum it all up; Chris met a man.
And suddenly, his room had to be clean.
It was a Sunday and wearing an old pair of jeans, Chris stood in the middle of the Battleground, collecting empty cans of beer and pizza boxes. In some of the boxes, new civilisations had started, but were never given the opinion to expand any further because the man was carrying around a bag to put the trash in. It would take him exactly three hours and fifteen minutes to gather everything off the floor. The carpet remembered what it was like to breathe.
His name, Jungwoo, had reminded him of his own original one, Jungmo. He had joked about them being ‘double-Jungs’ and the man hadn’t laughed. It had made him very nervous and before he knew it, he had been drunk out of his mind and all over Jungwoo’s lap. Sick, that is, but luckily the man was very understanding.
Following up this disastrous encounter at the bar, Chris had sent the man an invitation. It was meant as a thank-you-for-not-beating-the-crap-out-of-me-when-I-puked-all-over-your-jeans-the-other-night, but no matter what kind of invitation it was, it was one. Thinking about it made his skin crawl because Jungwoo had really had lovely eyes hidden behind those sunglasses of his.
He had never really considered being gay before, but when Jungwoo was standing very sexily so with one arm propped up against the frame of the door, he felt his knees weaken and his mouth run dry.
“S’clean, this place is,” Jungwoo took the liberty of sitting down on the newly discovered sofa. “You sure it’s alright to smoke in here, then?” the man raised an eyebrow, now visible because he had taken off his sunglasses.
Chris wished he was the sofa, or the air, or the rolling papers between the other’s fingers.
Though Heaven was quite sure they had re-established the balance in Chris’ Universe by presenting him with enough topics to talk about, Below was still waiting for him to mess things up. After all, Jungwoo already thought Chris was pretty strange, so really all they had to do was wait.
But conversations continued and Chris was sprawled out over the couch with his feet resting in Jungwoo’s lap at the end of the day. The man was even running his fingers over his ankles as if it was the most normal thing in life. They had even talked about the funky feeling one would get when re-inhaling the same cigarette smoke. All in all, it had been a lovely time.
“What will you do?” Chris wondered when they were sitting on a bench in the park one summer’s day, a few weeks after they had first met. He had borrowed one of the other man’s sunglasses and played with it rather than wearing it.
“What do you mean?” Jungwoo rolled his eyes as he lit a cigarette, shaking his head in disbelief at the other’s face. “For fuck’s sake man, be crystal clear with me for a change.”
“I mean, the world is a game, right?” Chris started his explanation and he completely ignored the groan coming from Jungwoo’s lips when the man realised Chris was going off on one of his endless rants again.
“And you know, before I thought it was good to live life day by day,” Chris remembered the nights on which he didn’t think of anyone or anything and could just sleep like the Sandman had gotten appointed to his job just for his sake.
“Before what?” Jungwoo ran a hand through his braided hair, half of it tucked away under a huge beanie Chris had bought him before. It wasn’t as if they were gay or anything. They were the other thing that didn’t have a name yet. If they had been hippies, it would’ve been beautiful and fruitful. Because it was the 21st century, it merely brought you benefits when sharing a shower.
“Before I met you of course,” Chris snorted, hitting the other man’s knee. Sometimes, Jungwoo’s emotional range was about as much as that of his sunglasses; he vowed wearing it all the time, but you saw right through it.
“Now I see the world more as something I can arrange. I never used to clean my room before I met you. I didn’t even know I had a cat.”
“That’s disgusting,” Jungwoo stood up and pulled the other to his feet so they could continue their walk.
“But no really, I never used to really think about the future and what it would bring me. I never thought I’d spend the rest of my life with someone like you,” Chris’ arm found its way around Jungwoo’s, but the moment he had spoken those words out loud, Jungwoo halted.
“Listen kid,” Jungwoo started, scratching the back of his head and pulling the beanie off in the process. “I don’t know what your momma told you, but I’m not Hercules or anything. I can’t even hold my liquor that well. I’m not really the knight in shining armour type, if you know what I’m saying,” he excused.
Chris blinked.
“No, what are you saying?”
Below cheered and showed the finger to the Heavens, which began to rumble and grumble until grey clouds had formed and it started raining on Earth.
Interrupted by the sudden downpour, Jungwoo dragged the other boy into one of the shopping streets where they found their shelter in the doorway of some shop. Thunder cracked and a flash lit up the sky as he faced Chris once more.
“I’m not the forever type,” he said, frowning a little at his own words while his fingers traced the raindrops that lined out Chris’ face. “I don’t even know what tomorrow will bring. I don’t even know if I can stand you longer than a few weeks…”
Chris felt his mouth tighten at the other’s words. He wanted to scream and cry but most of all, he wanted to run away. Wasn’t the fact that his life had changed completely because of this man enough proof that yes, they were made for one another? He had cut his hair, bought new clothes, brushed his teeth on a regular basis now - all to receive a rejection like this?
“I want to try,” Jungwoo added, seeing Chris fall apart under his touch. “But I can’t start out with ‘forever’ and ‘always’. I don’t even know what those things mean. Let’s keep our feet on the ground, kid. You and I - then we’ll see what. How about that?”
No! screamed Below,
Yes! encouraged the Heavens,
And then Jungwoo smiled.
For someone, who had always believed that a smile from your mother could cure the greatest of all diseases, that a smile from a kid meant you had seven weeks of fortune and that the only way to start off a day the right way was by smiling at yourself in the mirror (followed by a slice of pizza, of course), Chris couldn’t have gotten a better explanation than Jungwoo’s smile.
Until eternity, the Universe was balanced; it was a draw.