we are every person
jaejoong/yunho
fluff
pg13
539 words
Yunho wakes up to find Jaejoong sitting next to his bed, folding pieces of coloured paper into messy squares and dropping them into the glass jar between his knees.
“Jaejoong.”
The other man barely looks up from his mechanical routine but the next piece he folds comes out uglier than the rest, hands shaking a little. Flip over. Fold. Fold. Drop. Reach for another.
“You’re awake,” he finally says when Yunho makes as if to reach for his hand and he does look up now, tired smile spreading on his face. Fold. Fold. Drop. Yunho reaches out for Jaejoong’s hand and it’s cold to touch, still shaking ever so slightly.
“So it appears." He takes in the sight of airport tired hair, creased clothes. A cup of stone cold coffee sitting undrinkable on the bedside table. "When was the last time you slept?”
Jaejoong sets the jar down onto the floor and goes to lie next to Yunho on the hospital bed, sighing as he eases onto the sheets.
“When was the last time you ate?”
“You’re going to have to answer me sometime, Kim Jaejoong.”
“Likewise.”
Yunho sighs and shifts to share his pillow with Jaejoong, the latter burrowing into it almost thankfully. There’s a late evening sun wandering outside the window.
“The papers?”
“Reminders,” comes the muffled reply and Jaejoong yawns, lets his eyes slip shut. “I did half of them on the flight here, still a hundred short.”
Yunho makes a heh noise and gently reaches over one dark head nudging against his shoulder, pulling out one of the squares to unfold and read.
even busy as hell leaders need to eat
“You’re an idiot, you know that?”
“Hmm? Takes one to know one.” Tongue like a dagger even when half conscious. Yunho is almost glad that Jaejoong isn’t awake enough to chide him, mother him into meek submission about meals and whatnot.
“One every morning, this is two month’s supply. For whenever I’m not there to put the notes into your pocket myself. Put it somewhere where you’ll see it, for the love of my aching hands and sound mind.”
Shoes are kicked off and Jaejoong somehow slips under the covers as well, touching cold feet to Yunho’s calves, sliding them slow between blanket warm legs.
“You’re warm,” he says sleepily and yawns again.
“You have any idea how shitty it is to be cold and worried at the same time? Well I do. And it’s not too pleasant.”
“You could’ve just slept, you know. I don’t think I was in a position to go anywhere.”
Jaejoong makes an irritated sound, as if the idea of falling asleep before Yunho wakes up is a notion not to be even briefly entertained.
“So sue me, I was scared.”
This makes Yunho poke Jaejoong in the ribs and the latter makes yet another irritated sound, mumbles “I preferred you when you were unconscious.”
“You don’t mean that. And Jaejoong, most people wake up after passing out, okay? I’m most people.”
“No you aren’t, you’re Jung Yunho.”
And Jaejoong goes to sleep after that, probably the first time in twenty seven, twenty eight hours, curled up in Yunho’s arms.
“You’re not most people too, yeah?”
Yunho turns the paper around in his hand and there’s a scrawl there, made to look like an afterthought but Yunho knows better.
i love you
[fin]
AN--> leader-sshi ;___;
fluff
pg13
539 words
Yunho wakes up to find Jaejoong sitting next to his bed, folding pieces of coloured paper into messy squares and dropping them into the glass jar between his knees.
“Jaejoong.”
The other man barely looks up from his mechanical routine but the next piece he folds comes out uglier than the rest, hands shaking a little. Flip over. Fold. Fold. Drop. Reach for another.
“You’re awake,” he finally says when Yunho makes as if to reach for his hand and he does look up now, tired smile spreading on his face. Fold. Fold. Drop. Yunho reaches out for Jaejoong’s hand and it’s cold to touch, still shaking ever so slightly.
“So it appears." He takes in the sight of airport tired hair, creased clothes. A cup of stone cold coffee sitting undrinkable on the bedside table. "When was the last time you slept?”
Jaejoong sets the jar down onto the floor and goes to lie next to Yunho on the hospital bed, sighing as he eases onto the sheets.
“When was the last time you ate?”
“You’re going to have to answer me sometime, Kim Jaejoong.”
“Likewise.”
Yunho sighs and shifts to share his pillow with Jaejoong, the latter burrowing into it almost thankfully. There’s a late evening sun wandering outside the window.
“The papers?”
“Reminders,” comes the muffled reply and Jaejoong yawns, lets his eyes slip shut. “I did half of them on the flight here, still a hundred short.”
Yunho makes a heh noise and gently reaches over one dark head nudging against his shoulder, pulling out one of the squares to unfold and read.
even busy as hell leaders need to eat
“You’re an idiot, you know that?”
“Hmm? Takes one to know one.” Tongue like a dagger even when half conscious. Yunho is almost glad that Jaejoong isn’t awake enough to chide him, mother him into meek submission about meals and whatnot.
“One every morning, this is two month’s supply. For whenever I’m not there to put the notes into your pocket myself. Put it somewhere where you’ll see it, for the love of my aching hands and sound mind.”
Shoes are kicked off and Jaejoong somehow slips under the covers as well, touching cold feet to Yunho’s calves, sliding them slow between blanket warm legs.
“You’re warm,” he says sleepily and yawns again.
“You have any idea how shitty it is to be cold and worried at the same time? Well I do. And it’s not too pleasant.”
“You could’ve just slept, you know. I don’t think I was in a position to go anywhere.”
Jaejoong makes an irritated sound, as if the idea of falling asleep before Yunho wakes up is a notion not to be even briefly entertained.
“So sue me, I was scared.”
This makes Yunho poke Jaejoong in the ribs and the latter makes yet another irritated sound, mumbles “I preferred you when you were unconscious.”
“You don’t mean that. And Jaejoong, most people wake up after passing out, okay? I’m most people.”
“No you aren’t, you’re Jung Yunho.”
And Jaejoong goes to sleep after that, probably the first time in twenty seven, twenty eight hours, curled up in Yunho’s arms.
“You’re not most people too, yeah?”
Yunho turns the paper around in his hand and there’s a scrawl there, made to look like an afterthought but Yunho knows better.
i love you
[fin]
AN--> leader-sshi ;___;