#12. superheroes of seoul;
: superheroes of seoul
: jaejoong/yoochun | pg
: they're not superheroes, they're in love
: for perfectstart if she still wants it ;;
day one
Jaejoong’s always one for spontaneous adventures at two in the morning, bones in his back popping and his mind whirling with something faraway. It might explain why he and Yoochun usually end up two hours away from the apartment with the sun in their faces and the wind in their hair.
Yoochun is tucked into the passenger seat, sleep still stirred up in his brown eyes and hair ruffled in the back, and Jaejoong sits behind the wheel with traveling the world the only thing in mind.
He had left a note, but Yunho will be the only one who will read it, text them every thirty minutes with words that increase in color the longer they stay away. Changmin will call once with a voicemail after Yunho’s eight-hundredth text, annoyed, and Junsu’s voice will carry through the voicemail, laughing.
They will be out of Seoul by sunrise, and more in love as the sky grows darker.
day two
“How come every time you want to escape from the real world,” Yoochun starts, breathless, a humor in his eyes that hasn’t been there in days; Jaejoong likes the way it looks mixed within the depths, “you end up dragging me along?”
“All great superheroes need a sidekick, and it was either you or Changmin; it wasn’t a tough choice to make.” His lips are set in a line, serious. Yoochun snorts into the sleeve of his sweater, lips curling around the soft fabric. Jaejoong hits him over the console, says, “Shut up or I’ll turn the car around and take Junsu with me instead,” and they are red in the face from laughing too hard and it feels like they’ll split in half, grinning.
Yoochun sobers quickly, states, “I think Junsu would look pretty hot in tights,” and Jaejoong swerves the car into the median, already gripping too soft skin beneath the presses of his fingertips and breathing in the same oxygen as the laughing man before him. He mouths, “you look better without clothes,” against Jaejoong’s cheek.
They spend the night lying on the hood of the car, catching shooting stars with wide eyes and holding hands between warm sides.
day three
“Yunho’s going to fuck us up,” Yoochun says to the actor on the screen in the middle of his dramatic scene. He folds his legs beneath him and taps the fluff of the popcorn against his lips, butter following in its wake. “Fuck us up, lecture us, and then kill us.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes and glances at his phone, still ringing, and turns the volume of the television up; it’s his favorite part and he doesn’t want to miss it because Yunho can’t deal with Junsu and Changmin’s random bouts of love. “He doesn’t have the balls; the most he’ll do is sulk and glare until one of us tells him it won’t happen again.”
Yoochun hums in turn, shifts his gaze up to Jaejoong’s, and they can see the movie through each others eyes, fuzzy with static and warm with love. “It’s worth it.” He can see the hero kiss the heroine amidst the shimmer of Yoochun’s eyes; all he’s ever wanted in life is looking back at him.
day four
Fighting crime is hard, being in love is easy.
“You know we never really do anything.” Yoochun stretches his arms, catches dust in the ridges of his palms. He smiles, lazy, and peers up at Jaejoong through his eyelashes. “We’re shitty superheroes.”
Jaejoong feigns being hurt, hand to his chest, except he touches the right side instead of the left, and says, “Oh, how your words wound my already bruised ego.”
Yoochun laughs, eyes closed mouth open, arms around his waist and head upon his shoulder. “Out of everyone I know, you’re the only one that could take a few hits to the ego.”
“You’re a shitty sidekick.” Jaejoong mumbles something else but it gets lost in the pallor of Yoochun’s skin, the red of his lips and the pink of his cheeks. Jaejoong stops, thinks of everything poetic to say to him, from you’re the best parts of every song I know to you paint my skies with your color but talk is cheap and Jaejoong’s never been the best at stringing words together.
He’s always been more of a fan of action anyway, cradling sharp jaw lines between his fingers with Yoochun whispering, “Seoul has never known a better crime fighting duo,” with humor on his tongue and Jaejoong on his lips. Jaejoong wears Yoochun’s heart on his sleeve.
day five
“What’s my superpower?” Yoochun asks as they walk along the floors of their hotel, patrolling the area and being the idiots they know they are. He fiddles with the silver bracelet around his wrist, scratches over the skin gently.
Jaejoong doesn’t even look back, hands running along the walls until they reach the end of the hallway, stepping on stairs the lead to the roof. “You don’t have one. You’re just there to look cute and follow orders.”
“Then what’s your superpower, oh, Great Youngwoong Jaejoong?” Jaejoong detects sarcasm in the statement, certain that the male behind him is rolling his eyes; he hangs out with Junsu too much these days.
Jaejoong turns to him, sunlight haloing out the color of his hair, smile reflecting in his eyes. He grips Yoochun’s fingertips with his hand and pulls him closer, kisses him for all the world around them to see. It feels so right to have their hearts knocking along their ribcages to the same tune.
“My superpower is being in love with you.”
day six
The sixth day is spent in silence, watching the sunrise peak above the hood of the car and stream through the windshield. Bodies warm, touching, and blending into one. Yoochun dips his head down to listen to a heartbeat that sounds so lively; Jaejoong likes the contact.
Against the steamy glass of the windows, pulled on a curbside with no one around and hearing storm clouds stir in the atmosphere, Jaejoong writes their names together as one. They are superheroes after all, one for all and all for one; he’s nothing without Yoochun, and Yoochun might be everything without him, but they’re a package deal.
day seven
On the seventh day they are back in the apartment, Yunho jostling Jaejoong, hissing, “You left me alone with them for a whole fucking week,” and Jaejoong tilts his head back and grins over the bumps of his knuckles. He’s used to the behavior by now, sending a wink over his shoulder in Changmin’s direction who, for the most part, rolls his eyes and walks away.
And later that night after Yunho finally has peace of mind again, Changmin and Junsu tangled in bed by loose limbs and light sheets, Jaejoong will push against Yoochun’s lithe frame, wrap around him in every way he knows.
“So,” he says casually, tugging the comforter to his chin; Yoochun groans and rolls over to face him, yawning. Jaejoong smiles fondly against the blankets, runs his hands over Yoochun’s sides, rhythmically. “There’s been some trouble in the west lately, I thought maybe we should check it out sometime.”
Yoochun’s eyes are brown, but the moon’s glow glosses them over with the prettiest color of blue. “Do superheroes ever get breaks?” And he’s serious, beautiful, but the happiness in the lines of his face sparks something deep within Jaejoong’s chest; he thinks it might be his heart beating.
“Our job is never done,” he says in a lilting voice, all heroics and over-dramatics, things he has always been. “But,” he curls his fingers along the hem of Yoochun’s shirt, still, and murmurs against the air they breathe, “we can always take some time off to watch the sunrise.”
Two days later they go west; there isn’t any crime to be fought but there are plenty of sunrises for them to see. Together.
a/n: crying, this is cheese. this is probably why i don't write anymore, lol :3 first jaechun in all it's one hour of writing glory /fail. lol, and i just realized i spelled "ring ding dong" wrong and that jaejoong looks naked in my moodtheme, dyyying ♥.
: jaejoong/yoochun | pg
: they're not superheroes, they're in love
: for perfectstart if she still wants it ;;
day one
Jaejoong’s always one for spontaneous adventures at two in the morning, bones in his back popping and his mind whirling with something faraway. It might explain why he and Yoochun usually end up two hours away from the apartment with the sun in their faces and the wind in their hair.
Yoochun is tucked into the passenger seat, sleep still stirred up in his brown eyes and hair ruffled in the back, and Jaejoong sits behind the wheel with traveling the world the only thing in mind.
He had left a note, but Yunho will be the only one who will read it, text them every thirty minutes with words that increase in color the longer they stay away. Changmin will call once with a voicemail after Yunho’s eight-hundredth text, annoyed, and Junsu’s voice will carry through the voicemail, laughing.
They will be out of Seoul by sunrise, and more in love as the sky grows darker.
day two
“How come every time you want to escape from the real world,” Yoochun starts, breathless, a humor in his eyes that hasn’t been there in days; Jaejoong likes the way it looks mixed within the depths, “you end up dragging me along?”
“All great superheroes need a sidekick, and it was either you or Changmin; it wasn’t a tough choice to make.” His lips are set in a line, serious. Yoochun snorts into the sleeve of his sweater, lips curling around the soft fabric. Jaejoong hits him over the console, says, “Shut up or I’ll turn the car around and take Junsu with me instead,” and they are red in the face from laughing too hard and it feels like they’ll split in half, grinning.
Yoochun sobers quickly, states, “I think Junsu would look pretty hot in tights,” and Jaejoong swerves the car into the median, already gripping too soft skin beneath the presses of his fingertips and breathing in the same oxygen as the laughing man before him. He mouths, “you look better without clothes,” against Jaejoong’s cheek.
They spend the night lying on the hood of the car, catching shooting stars with wide eyes and holding hands between warm sides.
day three
“Yunho’s going to fuck us up,” Yoochun says to the actor on the screen in the middle of his dramatic scene. He folds his legs beneath him and taps the fluff of the popcorn against his lips, butter following in its wake. “Fuck us up, lecture us, and then kill us.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes and glances at his phone, still ringing, and turns the volume of the television up; it’s his favorite part and he doesn’t want to miss it because Yunho can’t deal with Junsu and Changmin’s random bouts of love. “He doesn’t have the balls; the most he’ll do is sulk and glare until one of us tells him it won’t happen again.”
Yoochun hums in turn, shifts his gaze up to Jaejoong’s, and they can see the movie through each others eyes, fuzzy with static and warm with love. “It’s worth it.” He can see the hero kiss the heroine amidst the shimmer of Yoochun’s eyes; all he’s ever wanted in life is looking back at him.
day four
Fighting crime is hard, being in love is easy.
“You know we never really do anything.” Yoochun stretches his arms, catches dust in the ridges of his palms. He smiles, lazy, and peers up at Jaejoong through his eyelashes. “We’re shitty superheroes.”
Jaejoong feigns being hurt, hand to his chest, except he touches the right side instead of the left, and says, “Oh, how your words wound my already bruised ego.”
Yoochun laughs, eyes closed mouth open, arms around his waist and head upon his shoulder. “Out of everyone I know, you’re the only one that could take a few hits to the ego.”
“You’re a shitty sidekick.” Jaejoong mumbles something else but it gets lost in the pallor of Yoochun’s skin, the red of his lips and the pink of his cheeks. Jaejoong stops, thinks of everything poetic to say to him, from you’re the best parts of every song I know to you paint my skies with your color but talk is cheap and Jaejoong’s never been the best at stringing words together.
He’s always been more of a fan of action anyway, cradling sharp jaw lines between his fingers with Yoochun whispering, “Seoul has never known a better crime fighting duo,” with humor on his tongue and Jaejoong on his lips. Jaejoong wears Yoochun’s heart on his sleeve.
day five
“What’s my superpower?” Yoochun asks as they walk along the floors of their hotel, patrolling the area and being the idiots they know they are. He fiddles with the silver bracelet around his wrist, scratches over the skin gently.
Jaejoong doesn’t even look back, hands running along the walls until they reach the end of the hallway, stepping on stairs the lead to the roof. “You don’t have one. You’re just there to look cute and follow orders.”
“Then what’s your superpower, oh, Great Youngwoong Jaejoong?” Jaejoong detects sarcasm in the statement, certain that the male behind him is rolling his eyes; he hangs out with Junsu too much these days.
Jaejoong turns to him, sunlight haloing out the color of his hair, smile reflecting in his eyes. He grips Yoochun’s fingertips with his hand and pulls him closer, kisses him for all the world around them to see. It feels so right to have their hearts knocking along their ribcages to the same tune.
“My superpower is being in love with you.”
day six
The sixth day is spent in silence, watching the sunrise peak above the hood of the car and stream through the windshield. Bodies warm, touching, and blending into one. Yoochun dips his head down to listen to a heartbeat that sounds so lively; Jaejoong likes the contact.
Against the steamy glass of the windows, pulled on a curbside with no one around and hearing storm clouds stir in the atmosphere, Jaejoong writes their names together as one. They are superheroes after all, one for all and all for one; he’s nothing without Yoochun, and Yoochun might be everything without him, but they’re a package deal.
day seven
On the seventh day they are back in the apartment, Yunho jostling Jaejoong, hissing, “You left me alone with them for a whole fucking week,” and Jaejoong tilts his head back and grins over the bumps of his knuckles. He’s used to the behavior by now, sending a wink over his shoulder in Changmin’s direction who, for the most part, rolls his eyes and walks away.
And later that night after Yunho finally has peace of mind again, Changmin and Junsu tangled in bed by loose limbs and light sheets, Jaejoong will push against Yoochun’s lithe frame, wrap around him in every way he knows.
“So,” he says casually, tugging the comforter to his chin; Yoochun groans and rolls over to face him, yawning. Jaejoong smiles fondly against the blankets, runs his hands over Yoochun’s sides, rhythmically. “There’s been some trouble in the west lately, I thought maybe we should check it out sometime.”
Yoochun’s eyes are brown, but the moon’s glow glosses them over with the prettiest color of blue. “Do superheroes ever get breaks?” And he’s serious, beautiful, but the happiness in the lines of his face sparks something deep within Jaejoong’s chest; he thinks it might be his heart beating.
“Our job is never done,” he says in a lilting voice, all heroics and over-dramatics, things he has always been. “But,” he curls his fingers along the hem of Yoochun’s shirt, still, and murmurs against the air they breathe, “we can always take some time off to watch the sunrise.”
Two days later they go west; there isn’t any crime to be fought but there are plenty of sunrises for them to see. Together.
a/n: crying, this is cheese. this is probably why i don't write anymore, lol :3 first jaechun in all it's one hour of writing glory /fail. lol, and i just realized i spelled "ring ding dong" wrong and that jaejoong looks naked in my moodtheme, dyyying ♥.