Nothing Better
Title: Nothing Better
Author: countingcr0ws
Pairing/ Characters: Yunjae
Rating: PG
Form: One-shot
Genre: AU, Generally Happy, Pointless Ramble, Romance, Slice of Life
Summary: Yunho realises that he loves Jaejoong.
Inspired by: Lyrics of DBSK's 12:34 Nothing Better
The sand was getting between my toes, and I felt myself sinking a little with every step that I took.
It was almost seven, the period between evening and complete darkness, and he was running further.
He suddenly turned to look at me, laughter splitting across his face as he wiped his billowing hair back.
It was getting long, but the rare occasion of having the opportunity to see him engaging in an act so feminine had me catching my breath.
The tendrils of the cool wind held murmurs of salt, and I watched it sift through his hair, lifting it as it danced past flirtatiously. His legs pumped even harder, his eyes never leaving mine as his hearty laughter reached my ears between the pockets of wind.
Breaking out into a sudden run in his direction, he exclaimed loudly at my sudden movement as he shot off once more.
-
I don't know how far we had covered in the last burst. We had slowed to a stroll again, him still smiling at me as the wind pressed his dark hair onto his face, its ends waving, as if in jest that I had never managed to catch up.
He was laughing gaily when he suddenly stumbled, the mere seconds instantly slicing into minute portions before my very eyes. He was falling backwards; behind, and I was shooting forward in the split second to save him.
It was probably the sand's fault; I had never liked beaches ever since I was young. The granules possessed the wondrous ability of burrowing itself into every cranny of my feet, and there was never ever enough water to wash them off.
It was the sand's fault, I cursed softly when I didn't catch him, instead falling flat on him as our feet tangled, my palms instinctively wrapping around his head to cushion his skull.
His eyes were screwed shut as he laid under me, his face in a tight grimace.
I watched as the wrinkles slowly unfolded, his soft breath washing up against my grimy skin.
"Yunho," he breathed happily, trailing off in light laughter as he stared at me.
I could see myself reflected clearly in the pupils of his eyes, and I loved him.
I loved him, the revelation suddenly setting in as I pressed my full weight onto him cautiously, his arms moving to wrap around my waist.
I really loved him, I realised, as I sought the familiar softness of my companion's lips. It was wet, and he didn't taste like sweets for once. Pushing his hair back, I tucked it behind his ears with careful reverence.
Even his shape was familiar to my body.
His smile was soft and unfocused, his eyes dreamy, as he looked at me.
"You're staring," I scolded lightly as I got off him embarrassedly.
"Lay here," he pat the spot beside him languidly and I had the sudden urge to bury his lazy hand as I sat erect in unintentional defiance. I never liked the sand, and the thought of having to shake out every speck from my hair when we reached home disgusted me.
"Get up," I countered in a light tone as I flattened his hand with my sandy feet. He only grinned at me with impishly, and in the next second, he had rolled himself off the slight slope of the beach, stopping just a little into the water while the tide lapped at his ridiculous form.
"You're crazy," I scolded lightly as I stood over him, appraising him with wry amusement while my heartbeat steadied.
He looked so serene, his face pale and blank while his hair danced like seaweed in the salty water, spreading, before scuttering back with the waves.
"Help me up," he suddenly ordered, his hand lifting upwards, and I reached to grab it with a sigh.
Maybe he had finally begun to regret his crazy behaviour.
When I first met him, he was completely rippled, a stark contrast from his elfin features. Apparently one of his hobbies was weight training, and it was something that I could never appreciate.
The only time where I had pointedly spoken out against his interest was when I returned from a short business trip to find his arms looking as if it had been inflated. I couldn't take my eyes off it then, my brows twitching vehemently with disapproval.
He still trained occasionally nowadays to keep himself toned, instead of bulking up, for my sake.
In short, he was muscular, and possibly stronger than I would ever be.
He tugged me in sharply, the sudden jerk catching me off guard, and I found myself falling for the third time in the short period since I had met him.
I don't think I could ever resist his pull even if I had been on guard.
I felt my shirt soaking up the salt water immediately, the soft sand and his hands cushioning my fall.
He straddled me with a laugh, and I could feel his excitement pressing against my belly. His expression was hardly indicative of his body's responses, and I couldn't help but smirk knowingly at him, mildly flattered that I could even engage him in the first place.
He leaned down, his face directly above mine, his wet hair falling in clumps about his face. I tucked a stiff lock behind his ear awkwardly as I pulled him for a kiss.
I loved him so much.
My petty gripe with the sand was completely forgotten, and I could lay here all day, marvelling his bright face.
He was so beautiful, and he was mine.
"I love you," I murmured softly as I licked my lips, the faint saltiness registering slowly on my tongue. I held his gaze, incredibly aware of the seconds that filled our silence.
What we possessed wasn't an earth shaking, sky shattering love. It was a searing brand of love that throbbed in my cupped palms, and I could quite literally feel its pulse.
I hadn't noticed when I had ceased to think like an individual.
At some point I started to shop thinking whether he would like something, or whether he would approve of how I looked in it. We hadn't even been together for long, but he just felt right. It was as if I had been living to search for him, and to wait for it to all fall in place with his very arrival.
Words weren't enough to adequately express my revelation, but it was probably too early for me to have confessed.
He swept my wet fringe back, and I could feel the roughness of his pruned fingers.
He didn't meet my eyes, and the saltiness lingered, weighing upon the silence that pricked my soul.
He suddenly moved lower, and I blinked the higher tide away desperately as I anticipated his departure.
He instead laid down above me, his cold chest against mine as he pressed his face into the nook of my neck.
"It's a little awkward here, don't you think?" I injected nervously, the regret of my hasty words sinking deeper with every second.
"Shh," he murmured as he laid a hand over my chest.
"Can you feel my heartbeat?" He followed randomly, and I strained to pick it up desperately, thankful for the olive branch he extended, a consolation for the feelings that he probably couldn't reciprocate just yet. I did try, but it was a difficult task. His pectus was incredibly formidable, especially after the weights that he had lifted for mere amusement. I frowned lightly to myself as I searched for the rhythm that kept my love going.
"It beats for you, Yunho." He breathed softly as his fingers trailed circles at the side of my waist.
I felt my breath hitch under his fingers.
Suddenly shifting upwards, he echoed my words in a soft whisper before ducking his head shyly. Catching the faint pink of his cheeks just before he disappeared behind his damp hair, I laughed lightly as the sun dyed the distant waters orange.
In a world where even the most beautiful things that we assumed as natural constants in our lives having expiry dates, I was sure that our love was eternal.
I would be the warmth in his desolation, the best book in his summers, the seashell in his memories, nothing better than that.
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A/N: I just simply couldn't continue on the chapter I was working on, and I stopped by SM's 2009 Summer album. I obviously only have DBSK's contribution (duh *gets clubbed in the head*) and well, I wrote this, edited it, and it's here (I didn't know when to post it, if I didn't post it now). It's super short, and it's so idle. You should honestly look up the lyrics. It's heckk good (I got inspired by the purple ocean part. Irrelevant, though).
Thank you for reading, and leave a comment! :D I'll sniffle really really badly if you don't. :(
Author: countingcr0ws
Pairing/ Characters: Yunjae
Rating: PG
Form: One-shot
Genre: AU, Generally Happy, Pointless Ramble, Romance, Slice of Life
Summary: Yunho realises that he loves Jaejoong.
Inspired by: Lyrics of DBSK's 12:34 Nothing Better
The sand was getting between my toes, and I felt myself sinking a little with every step that I took.
It was almost seven, the period between evening and complete darkness, and he was running further.
He suddenly turned to look at me, laughter splitting across his face as he wiped his billowing hair back.
It was getting long, but the rare occasion of having the opportunity to see him engaging in an act so feminine had me catching my breath.
The tendrils of the cool wind held murmurs of salt, and I watched it sift through his hair, lifting it as it danced past flirtatiously. His legs pumped even harder, his eyes never leaving mine as his hearty laughter reached my ears between the pockets of wind.
Breaking out into a sudden run in his direction, he exclaimed loudly at my sudden movement as he shot off once more.
-
I don't know how far we had covered in the last burst. We had slowed to a stroll again, him still smiling at me as the wind pressed his dark hair onto his face, its ends waving, as if in jest that I had never managed to catch up.
He was laughing gaily when he suddenly stumbled, the mere seconds instantly slicing into minute portions before my very eyes. He was falling backwards; behind, and I was shooting forward in the split second to save him.
It was probably the sand's fault; I had never liked beaches ever since I was young. The granules possessed the wondrous ability of burrowing itself into every cranny of my feet, and there was never ever enough water to wash them off.
It was the sand's fault, I cursed softly when I didn't catch him, instead falling flat on him as our feet tangled, my palms instinctively wrapping around his head to cushion his skull.
His eyes were screwed shut as he laid under me, his face in a tight grimace.
I watched as the wrinkles slowly unfolded, his soft breath washing up against my grimy skin.
"Yunho," he breathed happily, trailing off in light laughter as he stared at me.
I could see myself reflected clearly in the pupils of his eyes, and I loved him.
I loved him, the revelation suddenly setting in as I pressed my full weight onto him cautiously, his arms moving to wrap around my waist.
I really loved him, I realised, as I sought the familiar softness of my companion's lips. It was wet, and he didn't taste like sweets for once. Pushing his hair back, I tucked it behind his ears with careful reverence.
Even his shape was familiar to my body.
His smile was soft and unfocused, his eyes dreamy, as he looked at me.
"You're staring," I scolded lightly as I got off him embarrassedly.
"Lay here," he pat the spot beside him languidly and I had the sudden urge to bury his lazy hand as I sat erect in unintentional defiance. I never liked the sand, and the thought of having to shake out every speck from my hair when we reached home disgusted me.
"Get up," I countered in a light tone as I flattened his hand with my sandy feet. He only grinned at me with impishly, and in the next second, he had rolled himself off the slight slope of the beach, stopping just a little into the water while the tide lapped at his ridiculous form.
"You're crazy," I scolded lightly as I stood over him, appraising him with wry amusement while my heartbeat steadied.
He looked so serene, his face pale and blank while his hair danced like seaweed in the salty water, spreading, before scuttering back with the waves.
"Help me up," he suddenly ordered, his hand lifting upwards, and I reached to grab it with a sigh.
Maybe he had finally begun to regret his crazy behaviour.
When I first met him, he was completely rippled, a stark contrast from his elfin features. Apparently one of his hobbies was weight training, and it was something that I could never appreciate.
The only time where I had pointedly spoken out against his interest was when I returned from a short business trip to find his arms looking as if it had been inflated. I couldn't take my eyes off it then, my brows twitching vehemently with disapproval.
He still trained occasionally nowadays to keep himself toned, instead of bulking up, for my sake.
In short, he was muscular, and possibly stronger than I would ever be.
He tugged me in sharply, the sudden jerk catching me off guard, and I found myself falling for the third time in the short period since I had met him.
I don't think I could ever resist his pull even if I had been on guard.
I felt my shirt soaking up the salt water immediately, the soft sand and his hands cushioning my fall.
He straddled me with a laugh, and I could feel his excitement pressing against my belly. His expression was hardly indicative of his body's responses, and I couldn't help but smirk knowingly at him, mildly flattered that I could even engage him in the first place.
He leaned down, his face directly above mine, his wet hair falling in clumps about his face. I tucked a stiff lock behind his ear awkwardly as I pulled him for a kiss.
I loved him so much.
My petty gripe with the sand was completely forgotten, and I could lay here all day, marvelling his bright face.
He was so beautiful, and he was mine.
"I love you," I murmured softly as I licked my lips, the faint saltiness registering slowly on my tongue. I held his gaze, incredibly aware of the seconds that filled our silence.
What we possessed wasn't an earth shaking, sky shattering love. It was a searing brand of love that throbbed in my cupped palms, and I could quite literally feel its pulse.
I hadn't noticed when I had ceased to think like an individual.
At some point I started to shop thinking whether he would like something, or whether he would approve of how I looked in it. We hadn't even been together for long, but he just felt right. It was as if I had been living to search for him, and to wait for it to all fall in place with his very arrival.
Words weren't enough to adequately express my revelation, but it was probably too early for me to have confessed.
He swept my wet fringe back, and I could feel the roughness of his pruned fingers.
He didn't meet my eyes, and the saltiness lingered, weighing upon the silence that pricked my soul.
He suddenly moved lower, and I blinked the higher tide away desperately as I anticipated his departure.
He instead laid down above me, his cold chest against mine as he pressed his face into the nook of my neck.
"It's a little awkward here, don't you think?" I injected nervously, the regret of my hasty words sinking deeper with every second.
"Shh," he murmured as he laid a hand over my chest.
"Can you feel my heartbeat?" He followed randomly, and I strained to pick it up desperately, thankful for the olive branch he extended, a consolation for the feelings that he probably couldn't reciprocate just yet. I did try, but it was a difficult task. His pectus was incredibly formidable, especially after the weights that he had lifted for mere amusement. I frowned lightly to myself as I searched for the rhythm that kept my love going.
"It beats for you, Yunho." He breathed softly as his fingers trailed circles at the side of my waist.
I felt my breath hitch under his fingers.
Suddenly shifting upwards, he echoed my words in a soft whisper before ducking his head shyly. Catching the faint pink of his cheeks just before he disappeared behind his damp hair, I laughed lightly as the sun dyed the distant waters orange.
In a world where even the most beautiful things that we assumed as natural constants in our lives having expiry dates, I was sure that our love was eternal.
I would be the warmth in his desolation, the best book in his summers, the seashell in his memories, nothing better than that.
- - - - -
A/N: I just simply couldn't continue on the chapter I was working on, and I stopped by SM's 2009 Summer album. I obviously only have DBSK's contribution (duh *gets clubbed in the head*) and well, I wrote this, edited it, and it's here (I didn't know when to post it, if I didn't post it now). It's super short, and it's so idle. You should honestly look up the lyrics. It's heckk good (I got inspired by the purple ocean part. Irrelevant, though).
Thank you for reading, and leave a comment! :D I'll sniffle really really badly if you don't. :(