i carry your heart
jaejoong/yunho
angst
g
500 words
Greece is kind to them, generous with skies full of sunlight and warm days that don’t end, but instead slip into cool twilights that become quiet nights with more stars than anyone can ever count. Jaejoong spends the hottest part of the afternoons sitting at the window seat, curled up just shy of the sunlight and Yunho teases him endlessly for it.
“Scared of a little sun?” he says in Jaejoong’s ear and Jaejoong turns his head towards the sound of Yunho’s voice, angling his cheek against the familiar touch of Yunho’s hand.
“Sunburn is unbecoming,” Jaejoong huffs in return and Yunho laughs, a clear, happy sound that hangs for a long time in the air. It’s a sound that Jajeoong never wants to end.
Nothing can touch them here, nothing save for the warm push of the sea breeze against their backs and the curl of saltwater waves at their ankles whenever Jaejoong thinks it’s time to go look at the sea up-close again.
The days pass and Jaejoong knows he’s falling in love all over again, slipping into a feeling that pulls him under. It doesn’t hurt as much this time around, nothing more than a slow ache and low burn that Jaejoong carries cradled high under his heart. Yunho presses his hand against the cavity of Jaejoong’s chest and Jaejoong will always move Yunho’s fingertips to just under where his heart beats.
I carry your heart, Jaejoong wants to tell him. I carry your heart, but not in mine. Now, Jaejoong knows better than to force things into spaces that aren’t big enough. Jaejoong also knows that his heart will never be big enough to hold Yunho’s and the knowing, it makes Yunho ask Jaejoong why he looks so sad sometimes, but it’s alright. Jaejoong carries Yunho’s heart all the same, and will do so for as long as Yunho will let him.
The apartment they’ve rented for the month is old, with walls that flake paint and woodwork that cracks in more places than it should. It’s still one of the most beautiful places Jaejoong can remember being and the moment Yunho throws the windows open, draws Jaejoong into his arms so they can look at the sea sprawling endless from where they stand, Jaejoong can feel something soul-deep start to stir.
“Don’t want to leave,” Jaejoong will tell Yunho on their very first night there, curled up into each other with a bottle of half finished wine between them and a sky full of stars overhead. The sea is calm that night, hushed as it pours into the bay. “Don’t want to go home.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world, don’t you worry,” Yunho had murmured against the side of Jaejoong’s neck, the words soft like a whisper, like a secret spoken into skin. The sea had crashed onto the shore all night long and Jaejoong remembers waking up, stiff-backed in Yunho’s arms, happy for the first time in months.
fin.
A/N- hi. was missing these two, saw this photo while looping alex cornell's cover of cannonball so uhm yes have a sappy, sad drabble.
angst
g
500 words
Greece is kind to them, generous with skies full of sunlight and warm days that don’t end, but instead slip into cool twilights that become quiet nights with more stars than anyone can ever count. Jaejoong spends the hottest part of the afternoons sitting at the window seat, curled up just shy of the sunlight and Yunho teases him endlessly for it.
“Scared of a little sun?” he says in Jaejoong’s ear and Jaejoong turns his head towards the sound of Yunho’s voice, angling his cheek against the familiar touch of Yunho’s hand.
“Sunburn is unbecoming,” Jaejoong huffs in return and Yunho laughs, a clear, happy sound that hangs for a long time in the air. It’s a sound that Jajeoong never wants to end.
Nothing can touch them here, nothing save for the warm push of the sea breeze against their backs and the curl of saltwater waves at their ankles whenever Jaejoong thinks it’s time to go look at the sea up-close again.
The days pass and Jaejoong knows he’s falling in love all over again, slipping into a feeling that pulls him under. It doesn’t hurt as much this time around, nothing more than a slow ache and low burn that Jaejoong carries cradled high under his heart. Yunho presses his hand against the cavity of Jaejoong’s chest and Jaejoong will always move Yunho’s fingertips to just under where his heart beats.
I carry your heart, Jaejoong wants to tell him. I carry your heart, but not in mine. Now, Jaejoong knows better than to force things into spaces that aren’t big enough. Jaejoong also knows that his heart will never be big enough to hold Yunho’s and the knowing, it makes Yunho ask Jaejoong why he looks so sad sometimes, but it’s alright. Jaejoong carries Yunho’s heart all the same, and will do so for as long as Yunho will let him.
The apartment they’ve rented for the month is old, with walls that flake paint and woodwork that cracks in more places than it should. It’s still one of the most beautiful places Jaejoong can remember being and the moment Yunho throws the windows open, draws Jaejoong into his arms so they can look at the sea sprawling endless from where they stand, Jaejoong can feel something soul-deep start to stir.
“Don’t want to leave,” Jaejoong will tell Yunho on their very first night there, curled up into each other with a bottle of half finished wine between them and a sky full of stars overhead. The sea is calm that night, hushed as it pours into the bay. “Don’t want to go home.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world, don’t you worry,” Yunho had murmured against the side of Jaejoong’s neck, the words soft like a whisper, like a secret spoken into skin. The sea had crashed onto the shore all night long and Jaejoong remembers waking up, stiff-backed in Yunho’s arms, happy for the first time in months.
fin.
A/N- hi. was missing these two, saw this photo while looping alex cornell's cover of cannonball so uhm yes have a sappy, sad drabble.