minutes to eternity
minutes to eternity
yunho/jaejoong
G
notice how
your every look gives me tingles
and i wonder if you're listening
to what i'm thinking
we won't fade away
night air - teddy geiger
12:04am.
The window's open in the hotel room, and night air sneaks inside with a soft sigh; Yunho breathes it in, the scent of Paris so much like home it scares him. He could stay here and never regret it. Restless, Yunho kicks the covers away, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. With restlessness comes a plan, with a plan comes Jaejoong, and with Jaejoong comes the recklessness that Yunho's never had. It takes him two minutes tops to pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, maybe an extra two minutes to find a jacket to go with. Then he's sneaking out of his hotel room like air, slipping past Changmin's and Junsu's room until he's standing outside of Jaejoong's and Yoochun's, knocking softly.
The door's answered within minutes-- Jaejoong doesn't look like he was able to sleep either. "Going somewhere?" he asks, that familiar glint in his dark eyes.
Yunho grins. "Get dressed."
Jaejoong steals his grin, whispers, "be right back," and then Yunho's left standing outside again. Five minutes later, Jaejoong's standing with him in ratty jeans, a beanie and sunglasses. "Undercover," Jaejoong says in response to Yunho's raised brow. Recklessness takes the lead here, and Yunho can't help but smile like a hopeless fool as Jaejoong pulls him to the elevator, snicker when Jaejoong nearly trips over the rug on the way ("Stupid sunglasses!"), and kiss when Jaejoong's mischievous smile presses just right over his lips.
It tastes like home, and Yunho doesn't feel afraid for this.
12:36am.
The streets are alive with color, washed-out yellow light that looks sickly one minute and golden beautiful the next. Jaejoong's got an arm hooked inside the crook of Yunho's elbow and wild abandon all over his face, crinkling his eyes and lips with happiness. Jaejoong's beauty is when he's free to run a marathon and no one's there to time him. There's hardly anyone out here but them, but Yunho's not too worried-- he hasn't seen anyone with a crazy gleam in their eye that the fans are prone to get. The pull of Yunho towards the heavily decorated window of a toy store tilts him out of his thoughts of fans and back into Jaejoong. Even when he's not trying to, Jaejoong hogs attention like he was made for it-- and maybe, Yunho thinks, he is.
They window-shop for a while, though Yunho's more focused on Jaejoong than the pretty dolls dressed in pink ruffles and lace. Jaejoong doesn't seem to notice, or he's hiding it very well-- either way, Yunho enjoys the scenery, not feeling the least bit guilty for it. Jaejoong oohs and ahhs over a chocolate-colored teddy bear in between two of the dolls, slides a hand down and into Yunho's, clasping tightly as if to say: please, can i have him?
Yunho knows as well as Jaejoong that first thing in the morning, he'll come over and buy it. Just for Jaejoong.
1:17am.
They're on a bridge now, with the river rippling serenely beneath them in bubbles of greeting. Jaejoong's leaning over the old stone, one foot in the air as he balances his life between Yunho's hand at his back and the space laying out before them like a million invisible tightropes. Jaejoong's always been a daredevil, living life on the edge of anything he can end it on. Yunho's hand twitches, and Jaejoong slides a grin his way, like he knows exactly what Yunho's thinking. "Won't fall," Jaejoong says, a promise. It's true, because Yunho would never let him. He'll always have a hand for Jaejoong to grab ahold of, even if it means following Jaejoong all the way down.
The seconds tick-tock by, suspended. Then Jaejoong comes back, safe for a while.
1:20am.
"Yunho-yah, let's go to the Eiffel Tower. Just the two of us."
Jaejoong's chasing a moth with a pointed finger, tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth. Yunho wonders if he knows moths can't fly without their fairy dust. He catches Jaejoong's finger and tugs. "Maybe that was my plan all along." Yunho throws his head back and adds a sinister laugh that's really not so sinister at all. Jaejoong giggles and runs his finger down Yunho's throat, stealing his dust instead; Yunho's never needed it to fly, relies on Jaejoong's wings instead.
"Lead the way, then!" Jaejoong says, eyes bright. "Every plan needs action to make it work."
Yunho chuckles, bringing Jaejoong's fingertip to his lips, and Jaejoong takes it away to replace it with his own.
They don't leave for another five minutes, give or take.
2:11am.
At the bottom, the Eiffel Tower looks much more impressive than it does from a distance. It looms over them both, winking lit-up and breathtaking. Yunho gazes at it for a few moments, then his eyes slide, inexplicably drawn to Jaejoong, always. Standing beneath this tower with the lights twinkling in his eyes, Jaejoong is the eighth wonder of the world, the only wonder of Yunho's. Jaejoong's lips quirk, and he doesn't say anything, doesn't turn and look at Yunho-- he simply laces fingers in Yunho's and pulls. Yunho trusts Jaejoong enough to know that he won't let Yunho fall, either.
2:22am.
Paris, France, at the top of the Eiffel Tower, top of the world: Yunho stands behind Jaejoong and watches the city curl around him, embracing, beckoning. Yunho can see it in Jaejoong: the longing to stay, to hide away from what he wanted so badly just years ago. "Someday," Jaejoong speaks softly, like he's afraid if he's too loud, the city will crumble at their feet, a lost empire. "I want to live here. It kind of scares me how comfortable I feel here, Yunho."
Yunho's breath catches beneath his rapidly beating heart and he wonders just how they can be so in sync, mushy thoughts of perfect love running Jaejoong's marathon in his mind. "Me too," he whispers, moving behind Jaejoong to slide arms around his waist. "A house out in the country, with a white picket fence, one of those houses everyone dreams of. I want that with you."
Jaejoong shakes in Yunho's arms, laughing breathlessly, like he's relieved. "Yeah?" He pauses--
2:24am.
and Yunho forgets to breathe in the eternity it takes Jaejoong to continue
2:24am.
-- "Maybe even kids running around, inside that fence?"
2:25am.
Yunho breathes out-- now he's the one trembling. "I would love to have kids with you, Kim Jaejoong," he says into Jaejoong's temple, kisses it firmly.
Jaejoong turns and his hands are on Yunho's face, cradling gently. Yunho wants to trust Jaejoong not to make this moment any more insanely sappy than it already is, but from the look on his face and the shine in his dark eyes, Yunho's not sure that's going to happen. "I love you, Jung Yunho." And Yunho's heart is sold to the man in the ratty jeans, beanie, and sunglasses that somehow made it to the top of the beanie during the night.
"I love you, too, Boojae."
2:26am.
The city of Paris is laid out before them, space and time and lights and night air; Yunho's not paying attention to anything but the man right in front of him, eternity in a moment with nothing but them.
yunho/jaejoong
G
notice how
your every look gives me tingles
and i wonder if you're listening
to what i'm thinking
we won't fade away
night air - teddy geiger
12:04am.
The window's open in the hotel room, and night air sneaks inside with a soft sigh; Yunho breathes it in, the scent of Paris so much like home it scares him. He could stay here and never regret it. Restless, Yunho kicks the covers away, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. With restlessness comes a plan, with a plan comes Jaejoong, and with Jaejoong comes the recklessness that Yunho's never had. It takes him two minutes tops to pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, maybe an extra two minutes to find a jacket to go with. Then he's sneaking out of his hotel room like air, slipping past Changmin's and Junsu's room until he's standing outside of Jaejoong's and Yoochun's, knocking softly.
The door's answered within minutes-- Jaejoong doesn't look like he was able to sleep either. "Going somewhere?" he asks, that familiar glint in his dark eyes.
Yunho grins. "Get dressed."
Jaejoong steals his grin, whispers, "be right back," and then Yunho's left standing outside again. Five minutes later, Jaejoong's standing with him in ratty jeans, a beanie and sunglasses. "Undercover," Jaejoong says in response to Yunho's raised brow. Recklessness takes the lead here, and Yunho can't help but smile like a hopeless fool as Jaejoong pulls him to the elevator, snicker when Jaejoong nearly trips over the rug on the way ("Stupid sunglasses!"), and kiss when Jaejoong's mischievous smile presses just right over his lips.
It tastes like home, and Yunho doesn't feel afraid for this.
12:36am.
The streets are alive with color, washed-out yellow light that looks sickly one minute and golden beautiful the next. Jaejoong's got an arm hooked inside the crook of Yunho's elbow and wild abandon all over his face, crinkling his eyes and lips with happiness. Jaejoong's beauty is when he's free to run a marathon and no one's there to time him. There's hardly anyone out here but them, but Yunho's not too worried-- he hasn't seen anyone with a crazy gleam in their eye that the fans are prone to get. The pull of Yunho towards the heavily decorated window of a toy store tilts him out of his thoughts of fans and back into Jaejoong. Even when he's not trying to, Jaejoong hogs attention like he was made for it-- and maybe, Yunho thinks, he is.
They window-shop for a while, though Yunho's more focused on Jaejoong than the pretty dolls dressed in pink ruffles and lace. Jaejoong doesn't seem to notice, or he's hiding it very well-- either way, Yunho enjoys the scenery, not feeling the least bit guilty for it. Jaejoong oohs and ahhs over a chocolate-colored teddy bear in between two of the dolls, slides a hand down and into Yunho's, clasping tightly as if to say: please, can i have him?
Yunho knows as well as Jaejoong that first thing in the morning, he'll come over and buy it. Just for Jaejoong.
1:17am.
They're on a bridge now, with the river rippling serenely beneath them in bubbles of greeting. Jaejoong's leaning over the old stone, one foot in the air as he balances his life between Yunho's hand at his back and the space laying out before them like a million invisible tightropes. Jaejoong's always been a daredevil, living life on the edge of anything he can end it on. Yunho's hand twitches, and Jaejoong slides a grin his way, like he knows exactly what Yunho's thinking. "Won't fall," Jaejoong says, a promise. It's true, because Yunho would never let him. He'll always have a hand for Jaejoong to grab ahold of, even if it means following Jaejoong all the way down.
The seconds tick-tock by, suspended. Then Jaejoong comes back, safe for a while.
1:20am.
"Yunho-yah, let's go to the Eiffel Tower. Just the two of us."
Jaejoong's chasing a moth with a pointed finger, tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth. Yunho wonders if he knows moths can't fly without their fairy dust. He catches Jaejoong's finger and tugs. "Maybe that was my plan all along." Yunho throws his head back and adds a sinister laugh that's really not so sinister at all. Jaejoong giggles and runs his finger down Yunho's throat, stealing his dust instead; Yunho's never needed it to fly, relies on Jaejoong's wings instead.
"Lead the way, then!" Jaejoong says, eyes bright. "Every plan needs action to make it work."
Yunho chuckles, bringing Jaejoong's fingertip to his lips, and Jaejoong takes it away to replace it with his own.
They don't leave for another five minutes, give or take.
2:11am.
At the bottom, the Eiffel Tower looks much more impressive than it does from a distance. It looms over them both, winking lit-up and breathtaking. Yunho gazes at it for a few moments, then his eyes slide, inexplicably drawn to Jaejoong, always. Standing beneath this tower with the lights twinkling in his eyes, Jaejoong is the eighth wonder of the world, the only wonder of Yunho's. Jaejoong's lips quirk, and he doesn't say anything, doesn't turn and look at Yunho-- he simply laces fingers in Yunho's and pulls. Yunho trusts Jaejoong enough to know that he won't let Yunho fall, either.
2:22am.
Paris, France, at the top of the Eiffel Tower, top of the world: Yunho stands behind Jaejoong and watches the city curl around him, embracing, beckoning. Yunho can see it in Jaejoong: the longing to stay, to hide away from what he wanted so badly just years ago. "Someday," Jaejoong speaks softly, like he's afraid if he's too loud, the city will crumble at their feet, a lost empire. "I want to live here. It kind of scares me how comfortable I feel here, Yunho."
Yunho's breath catches beneath his rapidly beating heart and he wonders just how they can be so in sync, mushy thoughts of perfect love running Jaejoong's marathon in his mind. "Me too," he whispers, moving behind Jaejoong to slide arms around his waist. "A house out in the country, with a white picket fence, one of those houses everyone dreams of. I want that with you."
Jaejoong shakes in Yunho's arms, laughing breathlessly, like he's relieved. "Yeah?" He pauses--
2:24am.
and Yunho forgets to breathe in the eternity it takes Jaejoong to continue
2:24am.
-- "Maybe even kids running around, inside that fence?"
2:25am.
Yunho breathes out-- now he's the one trembling. "I would love to have kids with you, Kim Jaejoong," he says into Jaejoong's temple, kisses it firmly.
Jaejoong turns and his hands are on Yunho's face, cradling gently. Yunho wants to trust Jaejoong not to make this moment any more insanely sappy than it already is, but from the look on his face and the shine in his dark eyes, Yunho's not sure that's going to happen. "I love you, Jung Yunho." And Yunho's heart is sold to the man in the ratty jeans, beanie, and sunglasses that somehow made it to the top of the beanie during the night.
"I love you, too, Boojae."
2:26am.
The city of Paris is laid out before them, space and time and lights and night air; Yunho's not paying attention to anything but the man right in front of him, eternity in a moment with nothing but them.