Paper Planes ; Jaejoong/Yoochun, Yoochun/Changmin
I don't know why this turned out like this. I wrote the first paragraph, and this just happened. For thevirginia, because she turned my silly prompts into beautiful fics ♥
Title: Paper Planes
Rating: PG-13/Light R
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): Jaejoong/Yoochun, Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
Summary: There's a boy who always passes by the street beneath Yoochun's apartment, and his name is Changmin.
Paper Planes
In his dreams, Yoochun is running like he's chasing the wind. He runs through cities, crossing boundaries- he's running, running as hard as he can, but when he wakes up, he can't remember for the life of him what's he's running for, what's he's running towards. When he wakes up, his clothes are always damp with sweat, and next to him on the bed, his lover always lies asleep.
Yoochun kisses the back of Jaejoong's neck, watching Jaejoong's face in the mirror.
"I'll be back late," Jaejoong says, buttoning his shirt slowly. He looks good in white, Yoochun thinks he looks like an angel, ethereal, beautiful. "I love you," Jaejoong says before twisting away from Yoochun, leaving an equally beautiful smile lingering in the mirror.
Yoochun watches as he walks out of the room, stretching languidly like a cat. Yoochun turns to stare at his reflection in the mirror and sees himself bound by giant silver spider webs.
"Yoochun," Jaejoong calls from outside. Yoochun tears his gaze away from the mirror and blinks at Jaejoong in question.
Jaejoong's gaze is intent. "Don't leave the house," Jaejoong tells him, and as always, Yoochun nods.
Yoochun leans over the balcony. It's two thirty in the afternoon, and he wonders what Jaejoong is doing. He wonders if Jaejoong is sleeping with another man. The thought does not upset him as much as it should, probably because he already knows it is true. He tastes other men in Jaejoong's mouth when they kiss, smell other men on Jaejoong's skin as they make love, and Jaejoong moves like a dozen other lovers as he fucks Yoochun into the mattress.
Yoochun makes a frame with his fingers and counts the number of people who pass through it on the street.
It's three twenty one, and someone looks up.
Yoochun nearly stops breathing. He has that person framed within his fingers, and he commits the face to permanent memory. The man is young, younger than Yoochun, younger than Jaejoong. He stares at Yoochun for a brief moment, and Yoochun stares back harder. Less than three seconds later, the young man looks back down and continues walking. Yoochun stretches his head as far as he can, until he loses sight of the young man, vision blurred from staring into the sun.
Yoochun lies on his back on the bed, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling, watching the luminescent numbers on the digital clock change. He hears a key twist in the lock and the sound of footsteps. He sits up when Jaejoong opens the door to their bedroom.
Jaejoong climbs into bed and kisses him. Yoochun smells something spicy that is not Jaejoong, he can't help but wonder if this man is a better fuck than he is. Jaejoong undoes their clothes, breathing heavily, and Yoochun rolls his hips against Jaejoong. Jaejoong moans, long and low, arching his back. Yoochun loves him like this.
Yoochun has always loved Jaejoong. He's loved Jaejoong since Jaejoong dragged him out of misery, he's loved Jaejoong since Jaejoong uttered his name for the first time, he's loved Jaejoong since Jaejoong walked into his life, bold like a ray of sunlight. Jaejoong gave him a home, Jaejoong gave him a new life, Jaejoong gave him someone to love.
"Jaejoong," Yoochun gasps as Jaejoong moves inside him, adjusting to them familiar stretch and burn. "Jaejoong, I love you."
Jaejoong mouths the words back, already lost as they crawl under each other's skin.
Yoochun watches television. He cooks, eats, showers and cleans. He plays the piano, the piano Jaejoong bought for his birthday last year. He sings, and dances in the middle of the empty living room. He calls Jaejoong's cellphone after lunch to say I love you.
At three fifteen, Yoochun walks onto the balcony, and stares down the street below, and waits.
At three twenty four, he walks past. He stops right where he did yesterday and looks up. He doesn't look surprised to see Yoochun. With his face turned up the light, Yoochun thinks he looks a little lost, a little confused, and the glow on his face draws Yoochun in, a moth to flame.
Three storeys up, Yoochun bends over the railing of the balcony. Downstairs, the young man holds out both arms cautiously, as if to catch Yoochun.
"Don't leave the house," Jaejoong had told him in the morning, like he always did every morning before he left for work. Yoochun is standing right there in the balcony, in the house, but his heart is somewhere else, descending downwards into outstretched hands.
"My name is Changmin," the young man shouts before turning and running down the street.
Yoochun stands in the balcony for another two minutes, and he walks back into the apartment and takes his pills, because if he forgets again, it'll make Jaejoong angry and sad.
The next day, Changmin passes by at three eighteen. He jumps up and down, trying to aim a paper plane up into Yoochun's hands. Yoochun laughs, stretches his arms as far as he can, trying to catch the origami plane. "Higher," Yoochun calls.
Changmin picks the plane from the floor where it's fallen. He pulls his arm back, and throws it upwards with a yell. It sails past Yoochun, into the living room.
There's a victory shout from Changmin as Yoochun scrambles indoors to retrieve the plane. He unfolds the plane.
It says, I'm Changmin. I dream about you.
When Yoochun looks back down, Changmin is gone.
"What did you do today?" Jaejoong says. Jaejoong is back early for the first time this week, and for the first time this week, Jaejoong doesn't smell like anyone else. Yoochun is smiling so hard it hurts.
"I learnt a new song on the piano," Yoochun tells Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiles back. "Are you bored at home?" he asks, and the smile is a little sad.
"I want to go outside," Yoochun says.
Jaejoong kisses him softly. "Soon," Jaejoong promises.
"Downstairs?" Yoochun asks. "Just downstairs? I promise Jaejoong I won't go anywhere else." He presses his mouth against the side of Jaejoong's throat, letting his hand wander down to brush the front of Jaejoong's pants, and then undoing the belt buckle.
Jaejoong laughs breathlessly. He gives in. "If you call me before you leave house and after you get home, and only for ten minutes."
"Ten minutes," Yoochun promises, his heart swelling.
Yoochun is dreaming the same dream again. The one where he's running. Except this time it's different.
He's running like he always is, but this time, he's running after someone. There's a figure in front of him, and Yoochun is desperately trying to catch up.
"Wait- stop, please-" Yoochun cries out, feet nearly tangling.
The figure in front of him doesn't stop, but he turns around. Changmin smiles at him, blinding, beautiful and Yoochun startles awake. Jaejoong is curled against him, breathing noisily through his mouth, and outside, it is still dark.
Yoochun goes back to sleep, Changmin's face imprinted on the back of his eyelids.
"Jaejoong," Yoochun says, holding the phone pressed against his ear as he spots Changmin coming down the street. "I'm going downstairs."
"Ten minutes," Yoochun repeats. "I love you." He hangs up, and races his way downstairs. He takes the steps two at a time and skids onto the street, panting.
In front of him, Changmin is holding a paper plane, mouth falling open in shock.
"Hi," Yoochun says quietly. "I dream about you too."
Changmin crushes the paper plane in his hands. "What do you dream about?"
"I'm running after you," Yoochun answers. "I want the plane."
Changmin shoves the crushed plane into his pocket. "What's your name?"
"I'm Yoochun," Yoochun supplies. "Can I have the plane?"
Changmin turns around and walks away slowly, moving under the shade of a tree. Yoochun skips after him. "I want to know what you wrote in the plane," Yoochun insists, tugging at Changmin's arm.
Changmin kicks at the dead leaves on the ground. "If I show you, will you let me kiss you?"
Yoochun considers this for a moment. "Okay," he agrees. He holds out a hand. "Plane?"
Changmin digs the ball of paper out of his pocket and surrenders it. Yoochun unfolds it, and Changmin has drawn a heart inside. A lopsided, uneven, shaky heart.
"A heart?" Yoochun looks up. "Your heart?"
Changmin doesn't answer, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Yoochun's. Yoochun holds on tight to the paper plane, and squeezing his eyes shut. Changmin breaks the kiss. "Where do I know you from?" Changmin sounds afraid. He's holding on tightly to Yoochun.
The countdown in Yoochun's head tells him they have six more minutes.
Yoochun debates with himself, and decides to kiss Changmin again. And again. And again. Six minutes later, he pushes Changmin away from him, and runs back upstairs.
He dials Jaejoong number as he stands on balcony, watching Changmin stand alone under the tree, a hand clasped over his mouth.
"Jaejoong," Yoochun says into the phone. He's still holding Changmin's heart in his other hand. "I'm home," Yoochun tells Jaejoong.
Changmin walks out from under the tree, tilting his chin upwards to look at Yoochun.
Yoochun meets his eyes. "I love you," Yoochun says.
"I love you too," Jaejoong tells him.
Three storeys down, Changmin cocks his head to the side, lifts both arms upwards, forming a rectangle with his thumbs and index fingers. The frame he'd seen Yoochun make days before. Yoochun closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, Changmin is no longer there.
The dream is different this time round.
When he shouts at Changmin to stop, Changmin does, allowing Yoochun to catch up with him. Yoochun grabs him from behind, heart thudding wildly from running. "Changmin, Changmin, Changmin," Yoochun chants.
When he opens his eyes, he's back on his bed, staring into Jaejoong's sleeping face.
Sixteen kisses, five meetings and seven 'I love you's later, Changmin doesn't come.
Yoochun waits until four. Yoochun feels cheated. He sits at the dining table, and folds paper planes, with nothing written in them. He walks out onto the balcony, and throws them down, watching as they flutter down onto the street, dying doves.
Jaejoong comes home early. At four thirty one, Jaejoong opens the door. Yoochun has one last paper plane in his hands. He drops it downstairs quickly and turns around to face Jaejoong.
"What're you doing?" Jaejoong says, sounding bemused. "Don't lean so far out the balcony, you might fall." Yoochun smiles at him.
"You're home early," Yoochun lets Jaejoong lead him into the safety of the living room.
"I missed you," Jaejoong purrs, a hand slipping under Yoochun shirt, making Yoochun smile widely.
"I missed you too," Yoochun confesses.
They make love on the living room floor, and when Jaejoong disappears into the bathroom for a shower, Yoochun tugs his clothes back on. He sits on the floor, stares at the clock. It's four fifty seven. He flips a coin. Head. He walks out onto the balcony again.
All the paper planes that he'd tossed downstairs earlier are gone.
He stops dreaming about running. He stops dreaming about Changmin. Once in a while, he finds paper planes on the floor of the balcony, of the living room. There's never anything written in them. Yoochun insists on keeping all the paper planes, and this upsets Jaejoong. Jaejoong asks him why, but Yoochun refuses to answer. They fight, Jaejoong cries, Yoochun stops eating.
Jaejoong takes him to the doctor, and the doctor prescribes more pills.
When they get home, Jaejoong burns all the planes. Yoochun stands aside and lets him do it, because this is the least he can do after breaking Jaejoong's heart. Yoochun stands aside, watching, knowing that there are two paper planes Jaejoong doesn't know about, the ones he hid. The one that says I'm Changmin. I dream about you, and one that came with a heart.
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Title: Paper Planes
Rating: PG-13/Light R
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): Jaejoong/Yoochun, Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
Summary: There's a boy who always passes by the street beneath Yoochun's apartment, and his name is Changmin.
Paper Planes
In his dreams, Yoochun is running like he's chasing the wind. He runs through cities, crossing boundaries- he's running, running as hard as he can, but when he wakes up, he can't remember for the life of him what's he's running for, what's he's running towards. When he wakes up, his clothes are always damp with sweat, and next to him on the bed, his lover always lies asleep.
Yoochun kisses the back of Jaejoong's neck, watching Jaejoong's face in the mirror.
"I'll be back late," Jaejoong says, buttoning his shirt slowly. He looks good in white, Yoochun thinks he looks like an angel, ethereal, beautiful. "I love you," Jaejoong says before twisting away from Yoochun, leaving an equally beautiful smile lingering in the mirror.
Yoochun watches as he walks out of the room, stretching languidly like a cat. Yoochun turns to stare at his reflection in the mirror and sees himself bound by giant silver spider webs.
"Yoochun," Jaejoong calls from outside. Yoochun tears his gaze away from the mirror and blinks at Jaejoong in question.
Jaejoong's gaze is intent. "Don't leave the house," Jaejoong tells him, and as always, Yoochun nods.
Yoochun leans over the balcony. It's two thirty in the afternoon, and he wonders what Jaejoong is doing. He wonders if Jaejoong is sleeping with another man. The thought does not upset him as much as it should, probably because he already knows it is true. He tastes other men in Jaejoong's mouth when they kiss, smell other men on Jaejoong's skin as they make love, and Jaejoong moves like a dozen other lovers as he fucks Yoochun into the mattress.
Yoochun makes a frame with his fingers and counts the number of people who pass through it on the street.
It's three twenty one, and someone looks up.
Yoochun nearly stops breathing. He has that person framed within his fingers, and he commits the face to permanent memory. The man is young, younger than Yoochun, younger than Jaejoong. He stares at Yoochun for a brief moment, and Yoochun stares back harder. Less than three seconds later, the young man looks back down and continues walking. Yoochun stretches his head as far as he can, until he loses sight of the young man, vision blurred from staring into the sun.
Yoochun lies on his back on the bed, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling, watching the luminescent numbers on the digital clock change. He hears a key twist in the lock and the sound of footsteps. He sits up when Jaejoong opens the door to their bedroom.
Jaejoong climbs into bed and kisses him. Yoochun smells something spicy that is not Jaejoong, he can't help but wonder if this man is a better fuck than he is. Jaejoong undoes their clothes, breathing heavily, and Yoochun rolls his hips against Jaejoong. Jaejoong moans, long and low, arching his back. Yoochun loves him like this.
Yoochun has always loved Jaejoong. He's loved Jaejoong since Jaejoong dragged him out of misery, he's loved Jaejoong since Jaejoong uttered his name for the first time, he's loved Jaejoong since Jaejoong walked into his life, bold like a ray of sunlight. Jaejoong gave him a home, Jaejoong gave him a new life, Jaejoong gave him someone to love.
"Jaejoong," Yoochun gasps as Jaejoong moves inside him, adjusting to them familiar stretch and burn. "Jaejoong, I love you."
Jaejoong mouths the words back, already lost as they crawl under each other's skin.
Yoochun watches television. He cooks, eats, showers and cleans. He plays the piano, the piano Jaejoong bought for his birthday last year. He sings, and dances in the middle of the empty living room. He calls Jaejoong's cellphone after lunch to say I love you.
At three fifteen, Yoochun walks onto the balcony, and stares down the street below, and waits.
At three twenty four, he walks past. He stops right where he did yesterday and looks up. He doesn't look surprised to see Yoochun. With his face turned up the light, Yoochun thinks he looks a little lost, a little confused, and the glow on his face draws Yoochun in, a moth to flame.
Three storeys up, Yoochun bends over the railing of the balcony. Downstairs, the young man holds out both arms cautiously, as if to catch Yoochun.
"Don't leave the house," Jaejoong had told him in the morning, like he always did every morning before he left for work. Yoochun is standing right there in the balcony, in the house, but his heart is somewhere else, descending downwards into outstretched hands.
"My name is Changmin," the young man shouts before turning and running down the street.
Yoochun stands in the balcony for another two minutes, and he walks back into the apartment and takes his pills, because if he forgets again, it'll make Jaejoong angry and sad.
The next day, Changmin passes by at three eighteen. He jumps up and down, trying to aim a paper plane up into Yoochun's hands. Yoochun laughs, stretches his arms as far as he can, trying to catch the origami plane. "Higher," Yoochun calls.
Changmin picks the plane from the floor where it's fallen. He pulls his arm back, and throws it upwards with a yell. It sails past Yoochun, into the living room.
There's a victory shout from Changmin as Yoochun scrambles indoors to retrieve the plane. He unfolds the plane.
It says, I'm Changmin. I dream about you.
When Yoochun looks back down, Changmin is gone.
"What did you do today?" Jaejoong says. Jaejoong is back early for the first time this week, and for the first time this week, Jaejoong doesn't smell like anyone else. Yoochun is smiling so hard it hurts.
"I learnt a new song on the piano," Yoochun tells Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiles back. "Are you bored at home?" he asks, and the smile is a little sad.
"I want to go outside," Yoochun says.
Jaejoong kisses him softly. "Soon," Jaejoong promises.
"Downstairs?" Yoochun asks. "Just downstairs? I promise Jaejoong I won't go anywhere else." He presses his mouth against the side of Jaejoong's throat, letting his hand wander down to brush the front of Jaejoong's pants, and then undoing the belt buckle.
Jaejoong laughs breathlessly. He gives in. "If you call me before you leave house and after you get home, and only for ten minutes."
"Ten minutes," Yoochun promises, his heart swelling.
Yoochun is dreaming the same dream again. The one where he's running. Except this time it's different.
He's running like he always is, but this time, he's running after someone. There's a figure in front of him, and Yoochun is desperately trying to catch up.
"Wait- stop, please-" Yoochun cries out, feet nearly tangling.
The figure in front of him doesn't stop, but he turns around. Changmin smiles at him, blinding, beautiful and Yoochun startles awake. Jaejoong is curled against him, breathing noisily through his mouth, and outside, it is still dark.
Yoochun goes back to sleep, Changmin's face imprinted on the back of his eyelids.
"Jaejoong," Yoochun says, holding the phone pressed against his ear as he spots Changmin coming down the street. "I'm going downstairs."
"Ten minutes," Yoochun repeats. "I love you." He hangs up, and races his way downstairs. He takes the steps two at a time and skids onto the street, panting.
In front of him, Changmin is holding a paper plane, mouth falling open in shock.
"Hi," Yoochun says quietly. "I dream about you too."
Changmin crushes the paper plane in his hands. "What do you dream about?"
"I'm running after you," Yoochun answers. "I want the plane."
Changmin shoves the crushed plane into his pocket. "What's your name?"
"I'm Yoochun," Yoochun supplies. "Can I have the plane?"
Changmin turns around and walks away slowly, moving under the shade of a tree. Yoochun skips after him. "I want to know what you wrote in the plane," Yoochun insists, tugging at Changmin's arm.
Changmin kicks at the dead leaves on the ground. "If I show you, will you let me kiss you?"
Yoochun considers this for a moment. "Okay," he agrees. He holds out a hand. "Plane?"
Changmin digs the ball of paper out of his pocket and surrenders it. Yoochun unfolds it, and Changmin has drawn a heart inside. A lopsided, uneven, shaky heart.
"A heart?" Yoochun looks up. "Your heart?"
Changmin doesn't answer, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Yoochun's. Yoochun holds on tight to the paper plane, and squeezing his eyes shut. Changmin breaks the kiss. "Where do I know you from?" Changmin sounds afraid. He's holding on tightly to Yoochun.
The countdown in Yoochun's head tells him they have six more minutes.
Yoochun debates with himself, and decides to kiss Changmin again. And again. And again. Six minutes later, he pushes Changmin away from him, and runs back upstairs.
He dials Jaejoong number as he stands on balcony, watching Changmin stand alone under the tree, a hand clasped over his mouth.
"Jaejoong," Yoochun says into the phone. He's still holding Changmin's heart in his other hand. "I'm home," Yoochun tells Jaejoong.
Changmin walks out from under the tree, tilting his chin upwards to look at Yoochun.
Yoochun meets his eyes. "I love you," Yoochun says.
"I love you too," Jaejoong tells him.
Three storeys down, Changmin cocks his head to the side, lifts both arms upwards, forming a rectangle with his thumbs and index fingers. The frame he'd seen Yoochun make days before. Yoochun closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, Changmin is no longer there.
The dream is different this time round.
When he shouts at Changmin to stop, Changmin does, allowing Yoochun to catch up with him. Yoochun grabs him from behind, heart thudding wildly from running. "Changmin, Changmin, Changmin," Yoochun chants.
When he opens his eyes, he's back on his bed, staring into Jaejoong's sleeping face.
Sixteen kisses, five meetings and seven 'I love you's later, Changmin doesn't come.
Yoochun waits until four. Yoochun feels cheated. He sits at the dining table, and folds paper planes, with nothing written in them. He walks out onto the balcony, and throws them down, watching as they flutter down onto the street, dying doves.
Jaejoong comes home early. At four thirty one, Jaejoong opens the door. Yoochun has one last paper plane in his hands. He drops it downstairs quickly and turns around to face Jaejoong.
"What're you doing?" Jaejoong says, sounding bemused. "Don't lean so far out the balcony, you might fall." Yoochun smiles at him.
"You're home early," Yoochun lets Jaejoong lead him into the safety of the living room.
"I missed you," Jaejoong purrs, a hand slipping under Yoochun shirt, making Yoochun smile widely.
"I missed you too," Yoochun confesses.
They make love on the living room floor, and when Jaejoong disappears into the bathroom for a shower, Yoochun tugs his clothes back on. He sits on the floor, stares at the clock. It's four fifty seven. He flips a coin. Head. He walks out onto the balcony again.
All the paper planes that he'd tossed downstairs earlier are gone.
He stops dreaming about running. He stops dreaming about Changmin. Once in a while, he finds paper planes on the floor of the balcony, of the living room. There's never anything written in them. Yoochun insists on keeping all the paper planes, and this upsets Jaejoong. Jaejoong asks him why, but Yoochun refuses to answer. They fight, Jaejoong cries, Yoochun stops eating.
Jaejoong takes him to the doctor, and the doctor prescribes more pills.
When they get home, Jaejoong burns all the planes. Yoochun stands aside and lets him do it, because this is the least he can do after breaking Jaejoong's heart. Yoochun stands aside, watching, knowing that there are two paper planes Jaejoong doesn't know about, the ones he hid. The one that says I'm Changmin. I dream about you, and one that came with a heart.
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