[fanfic] Sunshine and Laughter
Title: Sunshine and Laughter
Pairing: JaeSu, a hint YooSu
Genre: angst
Rating: PG
Words: 679
Warning: /
Summary: He smells like sunshine and laughter.
Disclaimer: Don't own JaeSu.
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He smells like sunshine and laughter. You watch him playing around with Yoochun before he settles down on the floor next to Changmin, ready to play some games with him.
You want to watch him some more, more but someone interrupts you.
‘When is the meal ready?’
You don’t even bother to turn around, but let out a sigh and continue cooking.
You gaze into the living room from time to time, to see him laughing and joking around with the youngest.
You remember his scent again and miss it so much, it hits you with a pain you didn’t know existed.
With a smile you finally decide to concentrate on the food, otherwise you would cut yourself.
You meet in the bathroom while he comes out of the shower. You lock eyes and for a moment there is pain in his eyes, but with the next blink it is gone.
He just smiles at you and dries his hair with the towel, not saying anything, both of you, silent.
You hear his name being called from the bedroom and you feel the urge to hold him back.
To scream at him ‘don’t go’, you feel so lost when he leaves the bathroom, not looking back.
Your eyes follow him and the scent of sunshine and eukyankyang follows him.
When the bedroom door closes behind him the scent is gone and all you sense is your own sadness and a bit of loneliness.
Yunho is looking into the bathroom and asks if you are ready.
He doesn’t notice the broken look in your eyes because when you turn around to face him it is gone.
You smile at him and nod, before leaving the bathroom.
Changmin still sits in the living room, playing the stupid game by himself.
‘Go to bed, Changminnie. It’s late.’
He looks at you and maybe he notices the way you move, the way your eyes don’t focus on him and he stands up, without complaining.
‘Hyung, you look tired.’
His voice is serious and a bit worried.
You smile at him, again and again a fake smile, and shrug it off.
When everyone is in bed you hear their laughter, his eukyangkyang makes you think of sunshine and wide, wide freedom.
You stare at the ceiling and remember the time when your bed wasn’t so cold and just lonely without the warmth and light.
You turn around and face the other bed. Changmin is looking at you but he says nothing.
Silence between you until he flashes a smile, a smile reminding you of your own the whole day, whole week, whole time after this.
You don’t answer but somehow it makes you feel a bit better and you don’t know why.
Changmin sends you one last gaze which you can’t read before he turns around and starts snoring like always.
You still lie there, watching his back, his hair, but you don’t see him, you see another back, an other hair color, other neckline.
You don’t remember how you fell asleep or when, but the next morning you wake up and he stands there, in front of your bed.
‘Stop being a little crybaby, Joongie.’
And he smiles at you and you want to reach this smile, want to touch the curves of his lips, want to kiss the corner of the smile, like before.
But you just smile your smile and just take his hand, letting him drag you out of bed,
‘I am not a crybaby, Su-ah, you know, Yoochun is one.’
And somehow you manage to not sound different with that name in your mouth, on your lips.
He releases your hand and you watch him walk away, laughing eukyangkyang and leaving you with a last shining gaze into your heart.
Maybe you will never be able to not see this sunshine, to not feel the missing laughter in your ear and the smiling lips at your own.
But it is okay, because he is still smiling like an angel, not yours, but that doesn’t matter, because
You love him.