Frail Wings - Chapter 3. part i
Frail wings;
The further I fly, the farther away I’m from you
yunjae ; angst ; fluff
nc17
chapter one
chapter two
Chapter 03
I am never good with options.
That explains why I am here waiting for Jaewook.
He is 27 minutes late yet I can't even hide the stupid grin on my face, being overly excited.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Jaewook’s hair is not tied up, resting just above his collar bones. “Shall we?”
My damn head starts to hang up on me. Bad move. I say yes to everything Jaewook says.
I’m too caught up in the motions that he makes. His long fingers tempt me. His lips meet and part, yummy marshmallow roasting on bon fire. A fair hint of Jaewook’s soap got stuck in head that I forgot to breath.
We stop by in every single shop that caught his eyes - this one is the fifth. Jaewook is a natural when it comes to style. He looks good in everything.
“Um, is this ok?” I ask, putting on a cap.
“It suits your face.”
Did I just blush?
“You look handsome.” He must’ve got used to this kind of comment so why I pointed it out? Was I being tacky, using a cheap pick up line like that so he’d laugh at my face?
“Really? Let’s try this. It should look good on you.” He drags me to the changing room. He's on happy drugs perhaps?
A happy Jaewook is a scary Jaewook.
In that limited space of the changing area, (Jaewook insists on joining me rather than having the other room), he leans by door.
This is mind fuck torture. I struggle to get my t-shirt off, finding my way out of the fabric purposely slow. I was too preoccupied (staring at his naked back as he changes shirt).
I forgot to button up mine.
“So?”
“Ah, this shirt, it’s - it’s good.” Fuck. I should’ve just shut up. I made fun of myself and he’s approaching.
Code red: Sexual tension ahead.
“This is not put on properly.” His fingers slowly creep on the buttons on my shirt, securing them in their rightful places. The last button he clicked and his fingers are above the waist of my jeans.
I don’t know what kind of expression that he made. I don’t think my weak heart can manage.
He chooses to touch my cheek next. I don’t push him away. I just can’t. I close my eyes, pursing my lips, expecting a kiss.
He pulls my glasses off. I feel naked. I don’t really know how I look like without my glasses on. I put it aside only when I’m about to sleep. I might look like an idiot, who knows?
“Hey Yunho?”
Jaewook is smiling that smile.
“You’re pretty cute”
I take a deep breath. This is going nowhere.
Why are you doing this?
Why me?
Why not anyone else?
I am no one.
I am plain.
That’s it.
I am too plain, an easy target.
I had expected it when he leans forward, scheming the right angle for our lips to greet.
This is wrong.
“Stop, ple-please.”
I don’t want to hurt him or his pride, and I don’t want to do this either. I hear his soft sigh. What was that?
“Take it easy. I was just joking.”
I’d be punching his teeth right to the back of his head. There, be gone his beauty. Joke? What joke?
Shoving his tongue in anyone’s mouth, giving out all the wrong signals and messes with someone’s head? Ah, so this is how Jaewook jokes.
Ha ha.
Too bad I don’t find it funny.
Jaewook is busy checking his phone as if nothing happened. He’s avoiding my gaze. I know.
“Don’t joke around like that… again.” I breathe.
I sound heartbroken.
I probably am.
:::
The last stick of cigarette dies a languid death. Jaejoong is not at his best mood. The nicotine isn’t there anymore to calm him down.
Above the river, on the bridge, a train passes by. The noise pierces his ears. His eyes catch the reflection of the metal container on the water surface.
This is the how-many-he-can’t remember train since the last two hours.
“That jerk....”
“ I will teach him a lesson.”
Jaejoong’s phone vibrates in his pocket, mood killer. He flips it open to find a little something from Jaewook. SURPRISE, the mail’s subject says. Jaejoong reads further and damn, his blood boils.
" What the hell, Jaewook."
He grabs a stone, targeting it to the river. It dives into the stream sometime later, sinking away.
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Jaewook talks less since I refuse him in the changing room.
Almost too frequently, he’ll check on his phone. Is he expecting a call or a text or something? I pretend not to notice.
I take another sip of the strawberry ice blend that Jaewook bought me.
Well, he was trying to be nice for sure. I just don’t know if it’s really necessary for that. I was bothered about his attitude, yes, but something tells me that Jaewook is Jaewook. That is how he lives.
We talk and walk and do nothing but that.
“ Hey, this is where I found Jaejoong the last time.” Jaewook seems interested. He nudges me. “What last time?”
“Some guys from school stabbed him, he ran away all bleeding.”
I hear Jaewook gasps at the shocking fact.
“ Those guys..you know them?”
“ It’s Kang... whatever. Idiots are just a waste of Earth’s space.” Maybe I should’ve shut my big mouth. Those three might be from his class.
“ Hey Yunho.”
“ Hm?”
“How badly hurt was he?”
:::
Jaejoong is hungry and angry.
The Sun is right above his head. The sweat beads map his bang to his forehead. This is serious business. Patience is never one of Jaejoong’s virtues, if he has any.
His fingers smash the phone’s key pad, annoyed.
Message sent.
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part 2 ? this way LJ yaps on this is too large wtv