Frail Wings - Chapter 3, part ii
One message pops in Jaewook's inbox. He's busy fixing his shoelaces. I hand the phone over when he's done.
Jaewook reads whatever there is on his phone’s screen quietly. He displays no emotions or whatsoever.
He's doing that blank face again. I wonder what he just read.
“ Jaewook?”
“ Sorry. What were you saying?”
Jaewook is barely with me. “ I said nothing.”
“ Oh.”
“ Where should we go next?” I lessen the gap.
“Wherever you wish” He pauses. “Jaejoong’s place is just around that corner. Let’s take a look. ”
He manages to lead me to the apartment’s elevator, dragging me by my wrist.
“Wait”
Say something, Yunho. Be a man.
“You were waiting for someone, aren’t you?” Jaewook’s eyes are empty, his lips quiver trying to reply. I expect him to say something. He didn’t.
“ I like you.” I surprise myself. I intend to say this since some time back.
I guess I couldn't wait for the perfect timing.
“ I feel happy whenever I’m with you. But I don’t want to be a problem. I mean, I don’t want to upset Jaejoong, with you and him being toget……”
I don’t know why I cut the sentence. It is safe to leave it at that. The awkward silence comes barging in between the two of us.
“ Sorry, I suddenly remember. I have to take care of something.”
Jaewook doesn’t say a word.
“Thank you for today.”
I am partially relieved. The aftermath of telling what I feel to his face is not how I imagined it would be.
I thought that it would be ugly but Jaewook gives no response or whatsoever.
I take my leave. A few footsteps away from Jaewook, I hear his voice.
“Yunho.”
One glance and it is obvious. Jaewook is a little too lonely by himself.
The more I know this guy, the more I am drawn to him.
That’s wrong. It is so fucking wrong for me to want him who practically wants everyone else.
“ See ya at school tomorrow” I smile. I didn’t wait for his reply.
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Instead of walking straight home, I decide to take a stroll by the river.
The heat has calmed down. It gets windy as I reach the flowing stream. No one’s there.
“How could he still be waiting?”
I take a seat on the rocky area, planning to immerse myself in the afternoon’s breeze. Something rustles behind the tall grass.
I turn to my left and there Jaejoong is, a few meters away. Automatically, I get on my feet.
Jaejoong’s expression is not a good one. I deserve the credits for that.
He stays there for a while, simply staring. Now, that’s one freaky stare he gives.
Then it explodes; his swelled anger.
“You moron, this late?” I’m toast. He marches to me fast as if on a mission to avenge.
“ I did not promise you that I would come.”
He stops. “ Then why on Earth are you here?”
“Then why did you bother to wait?” I see the angst in his eyes flicker down a bit. He looks down, hands in his pocket.
The arrogant Jaejoong is out of words. Wow. This is a first.
I pace my way and halt right beside his body. I choose to sit. Jaejoong takes his place right next to mine, unvoiced.
His manner is so different that Jaewook’s.
That’s one thing I can conclude. Jaejoong is rough and never too careful with his choice of words or display of emotions. He’s an open book, easily read but might be hard to deduce.
Why am I comparing him to Jaewook now?
I am selfish. I don’t want to get hurt so I choose to run away from Jaewook.
And here I am, sitting right beside Jaejoong who was or might still be in a relationship with that man.
Bullshit. This is beyond my capacity.
“ Hey.” I initiate.
Jaejoong is still in his quiet trance.
“ I feel lonely.” My impulsive mouth is a trouble maker.
Another disaster sets in.
Jaejoong reaches for my chin. His face settles right in front of mine. His lips, it’s like I’m smoking a cigarette. The taste of nicotine is faint though but it’s still there. He presses his face to mine, clearly wanting me to open up more for him.
I oblige, running my fingers through his hair. Surprisingly, Jaejoong’s hair is softer than what I had in mind. The soft vanilla scent is something I never expected from someone so manly. He dares not to use his tongue, giving feathery kiss on my lips and stealing a taste or two in the way.
This is our second kiss and definitely should be our last one. I consider the fact and what the hell; I lure him deeper into my mouth, using my tongue to do the trick.
When it’s this good, I can’t bring myself to stop but I did. I part Jaejoong away from my body.
Jaejoong is quite blown away himself. Without notice, he leaves as fast as his feet can take him.
He stops half-way, stealing a look at me.
What was I thinking?
I bury my face into my palms. This is getting worse than it already is.
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Jaewook had always love that thing, something so fragile yet so beautiful in his eyes. He picks up the remaining of the wing sculpture. The sculpture’s every line and curve, the depth is something so subjective, so intriguing.
Just like Jaejoong, his one and only Jaejoong.
a/n: Leave a comment & no one gets butthurt . lol. No, srsly.
chapter 4