[DBSK] - [FIC] [C] X Years From Now
Disclaimer: clearly i don't own any boys... not intended to hurt or harm, just for fun.
Rating: PG
Genre: kind of angsty
People: Jaejoong POV
Pairing: JaeHo
Warnings: cliche maybe?
Summary: Jaejoong can see where this is all going and if he can't have his happy ending, he'll take Yunho's.
Five years from now, you’re going to get married. You’re going to leave me broken hearted and smiling bitterly at you from where I’ll be standing as your best man. I’ll be prettier than your wife and you’ll sneak a glance at me as you say your vows. I’m going to give you the finger. The photographer will catch it on film.
Ten years from now, you’re going to get divorced. I’m going to leave lipstick on your collar and mysterious phone numbers on your cell phone. I’m going to call at all hours and you’re going to sneak out to take my calls because, quite frankly, I’m still prettier than your wife. And you’ll realize that I’m the best fucking man you ever had, in your bed, against the wall, on a counter, on the table, splayed across the floor… and in your heart.
Fifteen years from now, I’m going to marry your wife. She’ll look up at me through tear spangled lashes and thank me for always being such a good friend to you even though you’re a dishonest bastard with no sense of propriety. She’ll lay her head on my shoulder and kiss my collarbone and remark wistfully that I smell like you. I’ll take your children and take your house, and sleep in your bed. You’ll let me take it all and it’ll be like I had a family with you.
Twenty years from now, we’re going to watch our daughter audition for SM. We’ll stand at the back the room, with identical poses and identical facial expressions. We won’t acknowledge the other’s presence. Everyone in the audience will be gossiping about us, but we won’t care. Our daughter is going to be awarded Best Face, Best Vocals, and Best Dance. Her mom will cry happy tears and I’ll kiss them away… while I watch you.
Twenty-five years from now, you’re going to tell me it was a mistake. You’re going to call me to the riverbank and you’re going to ambush me as I get out of my car. We’ll struggle and I’ll try to throw you off because there’s a fine line between love and hate and I think I’ll probably have crossed it somewhere at the six year mark. You’ll trip on a pebble and I’ll try to save you, and we’ll both have a heart-stopping moment as we’re about to tumble into the water. You’ll kiss me then, and I’ll let you.
Thirty years from now, I’m still going to be married to your wife. I’ll still be living in your house and sleeping in your bed. I’ll kiss her awake in the mornings and kiss her to sleep at nights. She may or may not know about what I’m doing with my time in between those two kisses, but I won’t care either way. You’ll tell me as you touch me that she doesn’t deserve this. I’ll say as I touch you backthat she took you from me once, and she deserves whatever she gets. I’ve always been selfish.
Yesterday you laid your head on my shoulder and kissed my collarbone and told me you’d love me forever. I believed you then as I’ll believe you always. You’re my Yunho. And I never let go of what’s mine.
Rating: PG
Genre: kind of angsty
People: Jaejoong POV
Pairing: JaeHo
Warnings: cliche maybe?
Summary: Jaejoong can see where this is all going and if he can't have his happy ending, he'll take Yunho's.
Five years from now, you’re going to get married. You’re going to leave me broken hearted and smiling bitterly at you from where I’ll be standing as your best man. I’ll be prettier than your wife and you’ll sneak a glance at me as you say your vows. I’m going to give you the finger. The photographer will catch it on film.
Ten years from now, you’re going to get divorced. I’m going to leave lipstick on your collar and mysterious phone numbers on your cell phone. I’m going to call at all hours and you’re going to sneak out to take my calls because, quite frankly, I’m still prettier than your wife. And you’ll realize that I’m the best fucking man you ever had, in your bed, against the wall, on a counter, on the table, splayed across the floor… and in your heart.
Fifteen years from now, I’m going to marry your wife. She’ll look up at me through tear spangled lashes and thank me for always being such a good friend to you even though you’re a dishonest bastard with no sense of propriety. She’ll lay her head on my shoulder and kiss my collarbone and remark wistfully that I smell like you. I’ll take your children and take your house, and sleep in your bed. You’ll let me take it all and it’ll be like I had a family with you.
Twenty years from now, we’re going to watch our daughter audition for SM. We’ll stand at the back the room, with identical poses and identical facial expressions. We won’t acknowledge the other’s presence. Everyone in the audience will be gossiping about us, but we won’t care. Our daughter is going to be awarded Best Face, Best Vocals, and Best Dance. Her mom will cry happy tears and I’ll kiss them away… while I watch you.
Twenty-five years from now, you’re going to tell me it was a mistake. You’re going to call me to the riverbank and you’re going to ambush me as I get out of my car. We’ll struggle and I’ll try to throw you off because there’s a fine line between love and hate and I think I’ll probably have crossed it somewhere at the six year mark. You’ll trip on a pebble and I’ll try to save you, and we’ll both have a heart-stopping moment as we’re about to tumble into the water. You’ll kiss me then, and I’ll let you.
Thirty years from now, I’m still going to be married to your wife. I’ll still be living in your house and sleeping in your bed. I’ll kiss her awake in the mornings and kiss her to sleep at nights. She may or may not know about what I’m doing with my time in between those two kisses, but I won’t care either way. You’ll tell me as you touch me that she doesn’t deserve this. I’ll say as I touch you backthat she took you from me once, and she deserves whatever she gets. I’ve always been selfish.
Yesterday you laid your head on my shoulder and kissed my collarbone and told me you’d love me forever. I believed you then as I’ll believe you always. You’re my Yunho. And I never let go of what’s mine.