wednesday morning
jaejoong/yunho
fluff
g
527 words
Early morning light is filtering pale and weak through the curtains, stirring up dust mites drifting at random when Jaejoong comes home. Sunrise over Seoul in patches on his face as he steals over to where Yunho is seated, nodding into a script.
“Late night?”
He tucks a stray strand of hair back into its place and Yunho stirs at his voice, Jaejoong slipping into the empty space next to him on the couch. He’s gone and grown his hair out again, for the drama this time and it feels brittle, dry under his fingers. Tiredness the best products can’t hide.
“You’re back.”
“So it appears.”
Yunho smiles into Jaejoong’s shoulder, clingy when he’s wandering the places between dreams and waking. Jaejoong doesn’t mind.
“We should do something. Go somewhere. Celebrate.”
The house is quiet, everyone else gone or still asleep and Yunho’s voice unintentionally drops to something above a whisper. Celebrate, he says, like it’s a secret. We’re not allowed to be this happy.
“It’s seven in the morning,” Jaejoong whispers back and Yunho wants to call him a liar, no, it’s seven thirty eight but lets it slide this time, choosing to let go of his script in favor of twining his hands in the faded material of airport scented jackets.
“So?”
“So we go back to sleep.”
“Hng.”
Another incomprehensible noise as Jaejoong shrugs his jacket off and Yunho is pressing up against skin instead , too many nights of staying up late with the wrong people seeping away and coming into nothing with every little movement. Yunho thinks he hasn’t felt so pleasantly tired in a very long time.
“I like the we part.”
Yunho’s voice is already tapering off, sleep tinged when Jaejoong wraps his arms around him, hugging tight in the light of early mornings.
“How long are you staying this time?” he manages out from under the impending shadows of sleep, limbs feeling heavier than they should be. Addled, he wonders out loud how Jaejoong can bear to hold someone as heavy as him.
“Hngh,” Jaejoong says this time and mumbles something that sounds like five days, you heavy, heavy man, or maybe he said Friday. It’s Wednesday morning. Yunho’s glad that he’s too sleepy to feel disappointed just yet.
“I missed you, y’know. I missed you a lot.”
It’s muffled but Yunho hears it all the same, can feel it through the way Jaejoong is trying to remember how to fit his body around angles that weren’t so defined when he left, can feel it in the way Jaejoong is trying to remember whether his hair used to fall over his eyes when they kissed.
“I missed you too.”
Jaejoong won’t say it just yet, sleep crowding his thoughts into the dark making everything warm to touch, fuzzy edged but Jaejoong loves him, loves Yunho like light and air and breathing, loves him more than he can say, more than he thinks he’s allowed feel sometimes. And the best part?
Yunho is asleep again, hair falling over his eyes. Ah. So that’s how it looks.
The best part is Yunho loves him right back.
It’s only Wednesday morning.
[fin]
AN- .___. here's the fluff? My OTP, I miss it so hard.
fluff
g
527 words
Early morning light is filtering pale and weak through the curtains, stirring up dust mites drifting at random when Jaejoong comes home. Sunrise over Seoul in patches on his face as he steals over to where Yunho is seated, nodding into a script.
“Late night?”
He tucks a stray strand of hair back into its place and Yunho stirs at his voice, Jaejoong slipping into the empty space next to him on the couch. He’s gone and grown his hair out again, for the drama this time and it feels brittle, dry under his fingers. Tiredness the best products can’t hide.
“You’re back.”
“So it appears.”
Yunho smiles into Jaejoong’s shoulder, clingy when he’s wandering the places between dreams and waking. Jaejoong doesn’t mind.
“We should do something. Go somewhere. Celebrate.”
The house is quiet, everyone else gone or still asleep and Yunho’s voice unintentionally drops to something above a whisper. Celebrate, he says, like it’s a secret. We’re not allowed to be this happy.
“It’s seven in the morning,” Jaejoong whispers back and Yunho wants to call him a liar, no, it’s seven thirty eight but lets it slide this time, choosing to let go of his script in favor of twining his hands in the faded material of airport scented jackets.
“So?”
“So we go back to sleep.”
“Hng.”
Another incomprehensible noise as Jaejoong shrugs his jacket off and Yunho is pressing up against skin instead , too many nights of staying up late with the wrong people seeping away and coming into nothing with every little movement. Yunho thinks he hasn’t felt so pleasantly tired in a very long time.
“I like the we part.”
Yunho’s voice is already tapering off, sleep tinged when Jaejoong wraps his arms around him, hugging tight in the light of early mornings.
“How long are you staying this time?” he manages out from under the impending shadows of sleep, limbs feeling heavier than they should be. Addled, he wonders out loud how Jaejoong can bear to hold someone as heavy as him.
“Hngh,” Jaejoong says this time and mumbles something that sounds like five days, you heavy, heavy man, or maybe he said Friday. It’s Wednesday morning. Yunho’s glad that he’s too sleepy to feel disappointed just yet.
“I missed you, y’know. I missed you a lot.”
It’s muffled but Yunho hears it all the same, can feel it through the way Jaejoong is trying to remember how to fit his body around angles that weren’t so defined when he left, can feel it in the way Jaejoong is trying to remember whether his hair used to fall over his eyes when they kissed.
“I missed you too.”
Jaejoong won’t say it just yet, sleep crowding his thoughts into the dark making everything warm to touch, fuzzy edged but Jaejoong loves him, loves Yunho like light and air and breathing, loves him more than he can say, more than he thinks he’s allowed feel sometimes. And the best part?
Yunho is asleep again, hair falling over his eyes. Ah. So that’s how it looks.
The best part is Yunho loves him right back.
It’s only Wednesday morning.
[fin]
AN- .___. here's the fluff? My OTP, I miss it so hard.