and maybe it was-
and maybe it was-
yunho/jaejoong, jaejoong/ofc, yunho/ofc
r
a/n. weird, weird, and more weird. not my usual writing style at all, second person and i'm not really sure how i think of my yunho pov here. also warning for het, if that's not your deal.
When Jaejoong gets a girlfriend, you could really care less. Really. When you meet her, you still don't care. She's a foreign fan, blue-eyed and dimple-cheeked, with some accent that's American with a dash of spice. She smells like Jaejoong's cologne and vanilla, exotic and somehow fitting in the most ironic of ways. Jaejoong's always been a rebel with a heart, holes where he can get them and ink that'll never wash away. You still don't care, and you certainly don't care when Jaejoong pulls you aside and tells you she's the one, Yunho, I really think she's the one. Jaejoong's always said he'll marry a fan.
The club's loud and pulsing and there's too much bass and too much alcohol, but you still don't care. Jaejoong's out on the floor dancing with her, smiling wide and fitting her against him like a piece of the puzzle he's been missing all these years. You thought that was you, once upon a time, and hell, so did Jaejoong. And now you're just sitting here with your hard liquor mixed with fruit and your i don't cares and you're wondering if maybe you've been fooling yourself all these years. Or maybe it was just Jaejoong fooling you.
Jaejoong watches her dance with Junsu and his eyes get real dark, like they used to when you'd run your tongue over his piercing, when you'd tug at it with your teeth and he'd moan and moan. He looks at you and you look at him and it's like the world falls away, only you and Jaejoong and the bass. Jaejoong smiles and licks his lips and tugs you in, come keep me company while I smoke, Yunho, and you can't refuse him. Even if you just don't fucking care, it's Jaejoong and you've never been able to tell him no.
Jaejoong stopped smoking weeks ago, when he came into the dressing room with the biggest grin you'd seen since debut, eyes shining and laughing like Junsu. He stopped when he met her, because she was perfect and hated smoking and he'd needed a real reason to quit anyway. Your concern for his voice, it never mattered. And he's not smoking now, certainly not, not when he's got you pressed against the building and he's sucking the life right out of your veins. You can feel the bass even through the old brick wall, scraping at you through your shirt as Jaejoong just pushes and pushes like you'll never be far enough away. He always leaves the same marks and you always want to keep them forever.
Jaejoong's drunk when you leave the club, half-collapsing against you as you drag him up the stairs to her apartment. He's all but living there now, you can see it, the way all of his clothes are sticking out of her closet and her drawers, the way the bed smells just like him. It makes you sick, or maybe that's just the alcohol. You don't really care, either way. She smiles and smiles at you as she walks you out, apologizing for the mess, apologizing for the way Jaejoong acted like it's her duty, like she's taking care of him now. You're not sure you're ready to give up that job just yet, there's still leader in you somewhere.
You're not sure how you end up fucking Jaejoong's American girlfriend against her hallway wall, her long legs wrapped around your waist and her nails dragging down your back like fire. She's got a mark on her neck, a faded replica of the one on yours and you wonder if you try, if you can taste Jaejoong there. Jaejoong's out cold but you wonder if he can hear the way she moans, the bass you're creating as you drive into her hard and fast, pushing her away, away. She'll never be far enough away.
Jaejoong comes out of the room just as you're coming into her, shuddering hard and groaning Jaejoong's name like it's the only thing you'll ever need. Jaejoong's wearing a smile that tells you it'll all be okay, he's not mad at you, everything will be fine. Jaejoong's always loved a challenge. And if this is the only way you'll get Jaejoong then you'll take it, because maybe you just care too much.
yunho/jaejoong, jaejoong/ofc, yunho/ofc
r
a/n. weird, weird, and more weird. not my usual writing style at all, second person and i'm not really sure how i think of my yunho pov here. also warning for het, if that's not your deal.
When Jaejoong gets a girlfriend, you could really care less. Really. When you meet her, you still don't care. She's a foreign fan, blue-eyed and dimple-cheeked, with some accent that's American with a dash of spice. She smells like Jaejoong's cologne and vanilla, exotic and somehow fitting in the most ironic of ways. Jaejoong's always been a rebel with a heart, holes where he can get them and ink that'll never wash away. You still don't care, and you certainly don't care when Jaejoong pulls you aside and tells you she's the one, Yunho, I really think she's the one. Jaejoong's always said he'll marry a fan.
The club's loud and pulsing and there's too much bass and too much alcohol, but you still don't care. Jaejoong's out on the floor dancing with her, smiling wide and fitting her against him like a piece of the puzzle he's been missing all these years. You thought that was you, once upon a time, and hell, so did Jaejoong. And now you're just sitting here with your hard liquor mixed with fruit and your i don't cares and you're wondering if maybe you've been fooling yourself all these years. Or maybe it was just Jaejoong fooling you.
Jaejoong watches her dance with Junsu and his eyes get real dark, like they used to when you'd run your tongue over his piercing, when you'd tug at it with your teeth and he'd moan and moan. He looks at you and you look at him and it's like the world falls away, only you and Jaejoong and the bass. Jaejoong smiles and licks his lips and tugs you in, come keep me company while I smoke, Yunho, and you can't refuse him. Even if you just don't fucking care, it's Jaejoong and you've never been able to tell him no.
Jaejoong stopped smoking weeks ago, when he came into the dressing room with the biggest grin you'd seen since debut, eyes shining and laughing like Junsu. He stopped when he met her, because she was perfect and hated smoking and he'd needed a real reason to quit anyway. Your concern for his voice, it never mattered. And he's not smoking now, certainly not, not when he's got you pressed against the building and he's sucking the life right out of your veins. You can feel the bass even through the old brick wall, scraping at you through your shirt as Jaejoong just pushes and pushes like you'll never be far enough away. He always leaves the same marks and you always want to keep them forever.
Jaejoong's drunk when you leave the club, half-collapsing against you as you drag him up the stairs to her apartment. He's all but living there now, you can see it, the way all of his clothes are sticking out of her closet and her drawers, the way the bed smells just like him. It makes you sick, or maybe that's just the alcohol. You don't really care, either way. She smiles and smiles at you as she walks you out, apologizing for the mess, apologizing for the way Jaejoong acted like it's her duty, like she's taking care of him now. You're not sure you're ready to give up that job just yet, there's still leader in you somewhere.
You're not sure how you end up fucking Jaejoong's American girlfriend against her hallway wall, her long legs wrapped around your waist and her nails dragging down your back like fire. She's got a mark on her neck, a faded replica of the one on yours and you wonder if you try, if you can taste Jaejoong there. Jaejoong's out cold but you wonder if he can hear the way she moans, the bass you're creating as you drive into her hard and fast, pushing her away, away. She'll never be far enough away.
Jaejoong comes out of the room just as you're coming into her, shuddering hard and groaning Jaejoong's name like it's the only thing you'll ever need. Jaejoong's wearing a smile that tells you it'll all be okay, he's not mad at you, everything will be fine. Jaejoong's always loved a challenge. And if this is the only way you'll get Jaejoong then you'll take it, because maybe you just care too much.