#06. and the ones that follow;
: and the ones that follow
: jaejoong/changmin | pg
: five times jaejoong kisses changmin and one time changmin kisses back
: for nivani ♥ because i love her and she made me think of soul fighter. first jaemin :'))
.o1.
The first time it happens is an accident.
Jaejoong walks in on Changmin sleeping, legs sprawled across the bed and blankets knocked into the floor. His head is tilted to the side (towards Jaejoong) and his lips are parted ever so slightly and his face is soft (almost child-like, innocent.) He stumbles over his feet (over the frantic beating of his heart) and kneels before the slumbering male, fingers clenching sheets and body inching closer.
Changmin wakes up just as Jaejoong is pulling away, eyes widening and mouth gaping, and he is rushing to the bathroom before Jaejoong can even blink or make up an excuse.
He is hurt, yes, but it is not like it had meant anything. So Jaejoong stands up and continues on with his daily routine (and he really is not thinking about how soft Changmin’s lips had been.)
.o2.
The next time it happens is a little less shocking but not any more wanted.
Changmin is watching television from his place on the couch, legs propped on the coffee table and remote in his lap. He has a smile on his face and his eyes seem to sparkle at Jaejoong. He pads across the living room floor, socks shuffling against the hardwood, and he is a bit unsure, slightly nervous, a little terrified.
“Changmin,” Jaejoong says, nudging Changmin’s outstretched legs (that seem to go on forever) with his toes, and he tries to appear secure, strong, determined. He wonders if the fear shows in his eyes. “I have something to tell you.”
“Hmm,” Changmin mumbles unintelligibly, not really focusing on whatever Jaejoong has to say. He keeps his eyes on the screen, tapping his fingers against the remote, and he can feel the glare against the side of his head. “What do you want?”
Jaejoong, frustrated with the younger, places his hands against either side of Changmin’s face, turning the other so his eyes are on him (only on him), and he feels something stir inside him and it is not what he wants to do.
But it is okay to kiss Changmin to keep him from talking.
“I’m gay,” he whispers against Changmin’s lips, eyes open and staring at the unblinking ones boring through his own (his soul.)
He lets go, pulls away, and leaves the room before Changmin can even begin to reject him once more.
.o3.
The third time it happens is quick and then Jaejoong is grinning like fox and scampering away to hang out with Yoochun, sharing drags from cigarettes and broken lyrics of songs. Changmin will not admit it, but maybe he is jealous of that closeness.
Then he mentally smacks himself for caring. Maybe there is something wrong with him.
“What’s up with you?” Junsu asks, not really caring but curious, and Changmin kicks him in the side on his way to the kitchen.
Changmin frowns, pauses, and says, “Jaejoong kissed me. And I let him.”
Junsu does not say anything back, remains silent, and the silence is welcomed. A few minutes later Yoochun is arguing with Yunho about the older male's mess (“It’s my collection!” “You collect bottle caps?” “Yes, do you have a problem with that!?”) and Jaejoong is trying to keep Junsu from their dinner (“Keep your dirty fingers away from my food!” “What can I say, I have wandering hands.” “Well let your hands wander elsewhere.” “They have a mind of their own.”)
Everyone else seems unaffected but Changmin can still feel Jaejoong’s lips against his own. And the fact that he does not mind worries him most.
.o4.
Jumping from country to country scares Jaejoong a little - even more than the way that Changmin makes him feel (in the morning, in the evening, in the middle of the night when he is staring at his ceiling and thinkingthinkingthinking about nothing but the younger boy.)
Jaejoong clutches Changmin’s hand tight when he feels his heart ready to burst from its cage and run far away. And as much as Changmin complains about the affection and the touches, he never pulls away. If anything he just squeezes back a bit tighter to let the elder know he is there. It is magic, Jaejoong believes, as if this man (he is really only a child) can erase all troubles that wrack his body.
He is grinning, laughing against the wind and running through people with his hand still tugging at Changmin’s, and suddenly they are tumbling down a hill and tackling Yoochun to the ground and Junsu is laughing (and they are genuinely happy, best friends, and in love.) Yunho rolls his eyes but he sits on Yoochun’s stomach, tickles his sides, lets loose and has fun.
While the others are not looking, though, Jaejoong turns to Changmin and kisses him (lightly, softly, sweetly.) And then the warmth is gone and he is hugging Junsu around the midsection and hiding from Yunho who has teamed up with the overly bullied baritone and they are reverting back to children.
Changmin watches, touches his lips, and maybe he smiles. Then joins them in their fun, laughing like he means it and he does.
Jaejoong’s eyes lock with his and it is suddenly okay to let the other kiss him.
Because with Jaejoong everything is different.
.o5.
“Hello, you,” Jaejoong says, crawls forward, closer to Changmin, and looks at the computer screen over the others shoulder.
“Hi yourself.”
Jaejoong rests his chin on Changmin’s shoulder, turns his head slightly and Changmin is doing the exact same. Their eyes meet and suddenly everything is in place. Changmin leans forward as if being tugged down by some greater force (and Jaejoong is much stronger than gravity) and Jaejoong smiles (breathes) into the others neck.
“I think I’m in love with you,” he whispers and then there is not a need for words anymore.
When he pulls away, Changmin is looking at him - really looking at him - and then he grins all boyish and cute (and Jaejoong knows this is love.) “Okay; It’s okay.”
Jaejoong chuckles into the back of the younger man’s t-shirt, lets their hands slide and lock in the places where they fit best, and does not move from his spot behind Changmin.
And Changmin realizes that Jaejoong has always been behind him and he is not going to leave anytime soon.
Changmin thinks that it is more than okay.
.o1.
It is the end of their final at the Tokyo Dome and he cannot believe they did it. They made it. Another dream is achieved out of so many others and Changmin feels the blood rush to his head and the tears spring to his eyes.
They have a bet about who will cry first (everyone places money on Yoochun, even he himself knows that he will be the first to break) and surprisingly Jaejoong beats them all to it. He escapes backstage at the first opportunity given and everyone else is too drunk off applause and high off recognition to do much more than watch him walk away.
Changmin does not stick around though, slipping out of the hug Yunho is gathering the others into, and he finds the man that has been stealing kisses from him for years huddled into a corner by himself, crying his eyes out.
“Hey you,” Changmin says, pokes Jaejoong’s flushed cheeks, and the light has a way of making him more beautiful than he is, catching his tearful eyes and making them shine the most amazing blue he thinks he has ever seen.
“Hi yourself,” Jaejoong replies automatically, wiping away his tears with the back of his hands. But the ones he does not catch Changmin brushes away with his thumbs, knowing that it is not just everyday that Jaejoong lets someone see him so vulnerable. Then he laughs. “I’m such a mess right now.”
Changmin grins in spite of it all, the sound making his heart beat double time. Jaejoong’s laughter is infectious, tugs at his heartstrings, and pulls Changmin’s body closer until he is dipping his head down and meeting Jaejoong laugh (lip) to smile (lip.)
They tangle against each other with practiced ease, no need for testing the waters or trying to find a pattern that appeases them both. Their bodies fit together perfectly in all the wrong places and Jaejoong pulls on Changmin’s hair too tight and neither of them really know what they are doing.
But it is okay. It is who they are. Youngwoong Jaejoong. Choikang Changmin. Jaejoong and Changmin.
“I think I love you,” Changmin murmurs as if it is a secret, eyes alight and cheeks glowing. Jaejoong has known all along. Changmin might have known as well.
Jaejoong grins, no traces of tears left on his cheeks just the redness of his eyes but now he is happy (truly happy), and says, “But I thought you didn’t love men,” as he raises a brow and pushes the other away slightly.
“For you,” Changmin starts, stepping closer (crossing boundaries, thin lines, things that should have been there but never were), “there is an exception.”
And this time when Jaejoong kisses him, he gladly returns the favor.
: jaejoong/changmin | pg
: five times jaejoong kisses changmin and one time changmin kisses back
: for nivani ♥ because i love her and she made me think of soul fighter. first jaemin :'))
.o1.
The first time it happens is an accident.
Jaejoong walks in on Changmin sleeping, legs sprawled across the bed and blankets knocked into the floor. His head is tilted to the side (towards Jaejoong) and his lips are parted ever so slightly and his face is soft (almost child-like, innocent.) He stumbles over his feet (over the frantic beating of his heart) and kneels before the slumbering male, fingers clenching sheets and body inching closer.
Changmin wakes up just as Jaejoong is pulling away, eyes widening and mouth gaping, and he is rushing to the bathroom before Jaejoong can even blink or make up an excuse.
He is hurt, yes, but it is not like it had meant anything. So Jaejoong stands up and continues on with his daily routine (and he really is not thinking about how soft Changmin’s lips had been.)
.o2.
The next time it happens is a little less shocking but not any more wanted.
Changmin is watching television from his place on the couch, legs propped on the coffee table and remote in his lap. He has a smile on his face and his eyes seem to sparkle at Jaejoong. He pads across the living room floor, socks shuffling against the hardwood, and he is a bit unsure, slightly nervous, a little terrified.
“Changmin,” Jaejoong says, nudging Changmin’s outstretched legs (that seem to go on forever) with his toes, and he tries to appear secure, strong, determined. He wonders if the fear shows in his eyes. “I have something to tell you.”
“Hmm,” Changmin mumbles unintelligibly, not really focusing on whatever Jaejoong has to say. He keeps his eyes on the screen, tapping his fingers against the remote, and he can feel the glare against the side of his head. “What do you want?”
Jaejoong, frustrated with the younger, places his hands against either side of Changmin’s face, turning the other so his eyes are on him (only on him), and he feels something stir inside him and it is not what he wants to do.
But it is okay to kiss Changmin to keep him from talking.
“I’m gay,” he whispers against Changmin’s lips, eyes open and staring at the unblinking ones boring through his own (his soul.)
He lets go, pulls away, and leaves the room before Changmin can even begin to reject him once more.
.o3.
The third time it happens is quick and then Jaejoong is grinning like fox and scampering away to hang out with Yoochun, sharing drags from cigarettes and broken lyrics of songs. Changmin will not admit it, but maybe he is jealous of that closeness.
Then he mentally smacks himself for caring. Maybe there is something wrong with him.
“What’s up with you?” Junsu asks, not really caring but curious, and Changmin kicks him in the side on his way to the kitchen.
Changmin frowns, pauses, and says, “Jaejoong kissed me. And I let him.”
Junsu does not say anything back, remains silent, and the silence is welcomed. A few minutes later Yoochun is arguing with Yunho about the older male's mess (“It’s my collection!” “You collect bottle caps?” “Yes, do you have a problem with that!?”) and Jaejoong is trying to keep Junsu from their dinner (“Keep your dirty fingers away from my food!” “What can I say, I have wandering hands.” “Well let your hands wander elsewhere.” “They have a mind of their own.”)
Everyone else seems unaffected but Changmin can still feel Jaejoong’s lips against his own. And the fact that he does not mind worries him most.
.o4.
Jumping from country to country scares Jaejoong a little - even more than the way that Changmin makes him feel (in the morning, in the evening, in the middle of the night when he is staring at his ceiling and thinkingthinkingthinking about nothing but the younger boy.)
Jaejoong clutches Changmin’s hand tight when he feels his heart ready to burst from its cage and run far away. And as much as Changmin complains about the affection and the touches, he never pulls away. If anything he just squeezes back a bit tighter to let the elder know he is there. It is magic, Jaejoong believes, as if this man (he is really only a child) can erase all troubles that wrack his body.
He is grinning, laughing against the wind and running through people with his hand still tugging at Changmin’s, and suddenly they are tumbling down a hill and tackling Yoochun to the ground and Junsu is laughing (and they are genuinely happy, best friends, and in love.) Yunho rolls his eyes but he sits on Yoochun’s stomach, tickles his sides, lets loose and has fun.
While the others are not looking, though, Jaejoong turns to Changmin and kisses him (lightly, softly, sweetly.) And then the warmth is gone and he is hugging Junsu around the midsection and hiding from Yunho who has teamed up with the overly bullied baritone and they are reverting back to children.
Changmin watches, touches his lips, and maybe he smiles. Then joins them in their fun, laughing like he means it and he does.
Jaejoong’s eyes lock with his and it is suddenly okay to let the other kiss him.
Because with Jaejoong everything is different.
.o5.
“Hello, you,” Jaejoong says, crawls forward, closer to Changmin, and looks at the computer screen over the others shoulder.
“Hi yourself.”
Jaejoong rests his chin on Changmin’s shoulder, turns his head slightly and Changmin is doing the exact same. Their eyes meet and suddenly everything is in place. Changmin leans forward as if being tugged down by some greater force (and Jaejoong is much stronger than gravity) and Jaejoong smiles (breathes) into the others neck.
“I think I’m in love with you,” he whispers and then there is not a need for words anymore.
When he pulls away, Changmin is looking at him - really looking at him - and then he grins all boyish and cute (and Jaejoong knows this is love.) “Okay; It’s okay.”
Jaejoong chuckles into the back of the younger man’s t-shirt, lets their hands slide and lock in the places where they fit best, and does not move from his spot behind Changmin.
And Changmin realizes that Jaejoong has always been behind him and he is not going to leave anytime soon.
Changmin thinks that it is more than okay.
.o1.
It is the end of their final at the Tokyo Dome and he cannot believe they did it. They made it. Another dream is achieved out of so many others and Changmin feels the blood rush to his head and the tears spring to his eyes.
They have a bet about who will cry first (everyone places money on Yoochun, even he himself knows that he will be the first to break) and surprisingly Jaejoong beats them all to it. He escapes backstage at the first opportunity given and everyone else is too drunk off applause and high off recognition to do much more than watch him walk away.
Changmin does not stick around though, slipping out of the hug Yunho is gathering the others into, and he finds the man that has been stealing kisses from him for years huddled into a corner by himself, crying his eyes out.
“Hey you,” Changmin says, pokes Jaejoong’s flushed cheeks, and the light has a way of making him more beautiful than he is, catching his tearful eyes and making them shine the most amazing blue he thinks he has ever seen.
“Hi yourself,” Jaejoong replies automatically, wiping away his tears with the back of his hands. But the ones he does not catch Changmin brushes away with his thumbs, knowing that it is not just everyday that Jaejoong lets someone see him so vulnerable. Then he laughs. “I’m such a mess right now.”
Changmin grins in spite of it all, the sound making his heart beat double time. Jaejoong’s laughter is infectious, tugs at his heartstrings, and pulls Changmin’s body closer until he is dipping his head down and meeting Jaejoong laugh (lip) to smile (lip.)
They tangle against each other with practiced ease, no need for testing the waters or trying to find a pattern that appeases them both. Their bodies fit together perfectly in all the wrong places and Jaejoong pulls on Changmin’s hair too tight and neither of them really know what they are doing.
But it is okay. It is who they are. Youngwoong Jaejoong. Choikang Changmin. Jaejoong and Changmin.
“I think I love you,” Changmin murmurs as if it is a secret, eyes alight and cheeks glowing. Jaejoong has known all along. Changmin might have known as well.
Jaejoong grins, no traces of tears left on his cheeks just the redness of his eyes but now he is happy (truly happy), and says, “But I thought you didn’t love men,” as he raises a brow and pushes the other away slightly.
“For you,” Changmin starts, stepping closer (crossing boundaries, thin lines, things that should have been there but never were), “there is an exception.”
And this time when Jaejoong kisses him, he gladly returns the favor.