[One-Shot] Never Stop
So this is for the lovely nivani the master of icon making!
Happy Birthday! ♥
I told you I'd make them happy. This is the best I could do in the fluff department. I hope you enjoy it!
Title: Never Stop
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Romance
Rating: PG
Summery: Yoochun never wants it to stop
A/N: Hopefully the format doesn't ruin it for you.
When he kisses him he thinks he's dreaming.
Warm lips like silk against his mouth.
Fingers that weave into his hair, pulling him close.
Tongue gentle and careful, soft and delicate as it slides against his own.
When he kisses him, he never wants it to stop.
He met Jaejoong on a windy day.
The sun was shining and the wind was whipping manically around the city; autumn leaves dancing in the breeze and Yoochun was running through the crowd to catch the bus.
He didn't make it.
("Oh my god, I'm sorry."
"No it's ok. I just-"
"You're papers are everywhere, god, I'm such a fucking idiot-"
"Really, it's ok, please. I've got to-the bus."
"I'm Jaejoong."
"I'm late.")
Yoochun was an hour late and missed his opportunity to perform in front of the chairman of the most prolific music company in Seoul. No matter how much he flirted with the receptionist, smiled mischievously and purred secretively over the counter, she called security and he was ungracefully escorted out of the building.
It was his only chance. He'd been waiting three months, calling, leaving message after message, sending cd after cd until they finally set up a real audition.
It was his one shot.
And someone by the name of Jaejoong ruined it completely.
The someone named Jaejoong came back into his life three weeks later, on a rainy day, the heavens spilling their tears on the streets. The floor of his favorite coffee shop was slick with footsteps and before he knew it, he was falling, hot coffee splashing like liquid fire across his new sweater.
("Holy shit."
"Son-of-a-bitch-"
"Oh, god, I'm so sorry."
"Fuck, this burns."
"I'm so sorry.")
He was on his knees gathering scattered books, his glasses lopsided across his face and Yoochun felt his cheeks grow hot when he recognized him immediately.
Jaejoong.
Who ruined his future career.
Who now ruined his sweater.
It was somewhere between Jaejoong offering the shirt off his back and walking home by himself with a new phone number in his cell phone that Jaejoong asked him out and Yoochun…
Yoochun agreed.
Jaejoong met him at a restaurant dressed in expensive looking jeans and a designer sweater. His black hair was perfectly styled, his glasses immaculately free of finger prints and a smile that made him forget he hated him for three weeks.
("You look really good."
"Thank you and thank you for accepting. I mean-it's the least I could-"
"Oh, so this isn't a date?"
"No.. Wait-what? Oh! No. No I didn't mean-yes. Yes it's a date."
"You're strange."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. Just open the door for me.")
They said goodbye under a silver moon with angel smiles.
Then promised to go out again the following night and the following night after that and the following one after that.
("I'm going to kiss you now."
"You don't have to ask, Jaejoong."
"I'm not asking. I'm telling you."
"Oh… ok.")
When he hugs him he feels safe, comfortable and warm.
The kind of safe that lets him know as long as he's in them, nothing bad will happen.
The kind of comfort that reminds him sometimes it is this easy
And the kind of warmth that makes him forget how cold the nights used to be.
When he hugs him, he never wants it to stop.
Yoochun got the call he had another chance while Jaejoong clumsily wiped a wet towel across his crotch. He didn't want the wine to stain his new pants.
When he hung up, he grabbed his hand, looked into his curious eyes and smiled.
He didn't care about the stain anymore.
He just got a second chance.
Yoochun told himself to make sure Jaejoong had something to do the morning of the audition. Nothing was going to stop the meeting from happening, not even Jaejoong.
Yoochun couldn't stop screaming when they told him they wanted another meeting with a producer and song writer after he nailed his audition. When he wouldn't stop hugging everyone in the room security escorted him from the premises again, walking him to the end of the street.
He promised to control himself the next week and ran down the street punching the air in victory.
He couldn't wait to tell Jaejoong.
("I'm in."
"Seriously?"
"Completely."
"I knew they would love you."
"Time for hugs?"
"You got it. Come're.")
When he says I love you it's different every time.
It's soft and low, it's a whisper. It's a secret for only him to hear. It's bold and confident. It's angry and frustrated. It's tender and sweet.
He's never meant it before… until now.
When he says I love you, he never wants it to stop.
Yoochun felt like crying when he saw the apartment shimmering with flickering candles. He recognized the melody floating on wings of inspiration through the quiet room. Jaejoong looked amazing in his black shirt and black pants, head fallen against the back of the couch, a glass of wine in his slender fingers while he listened to the music.
His music.
When he slid beside him, taking a drink from the glass, Jaejoong lifted his head. His eyes glistened against the ambient light and when he leaned in, his smile felt soft against Yoochun's mouth.
("You really are amazing."
"Are you drunk?"
"A little."
"You look stunning."
"I hoped you'd notice."
"You taste like wine."
"You taste like heaven."
"I love you, Jaejoong."
"I love you too, Yoochun."
"Do you mean it?"
"Every time.")
He met Jaejoong on a windy day.
The sun was shining and the wind was whipping manically around the city; autumn leaves dancing in the breeze and Yoochun was running through the crowd to catch the bus.
He didn't make it.
But it was ok.
Because when he kisses him he thinks he's dreaming.
Because when he hugs him he feels safe, comfortable and warm.
Because when he says I love you it's different every time.
And he never wants it to stop.
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Happy Birthday! ♥
I told you I'd make them happy. This is the best I could do in the fluff department. I hope you enjoy it!
Title: Never Stop
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Romance
Rating: PG
Summery: Yoochun never wants it to stop
A/N: Hopefully the format doesn't ruin it for you.
When he kisses him he thinks he's dreaming.
Warm lips like silk against his mouth.
Fingers that weave into his hair, pulling him close.
Tongue gentle and careful, soft and delicate as it slides against his own.
When he kisses him, he never wants it to stop.
He met Jaejoong on a windy day.
The sun was shining and the wind was whipping manically around the city; autumn leaves dancing in the breeze and Yoochun was running through the crowd to catch the bus.
He didn't make it.
("Oh my god, I'm sorry."
"No it's ok. I just-"
"You're papers are everywhere, god, I'm such a fucking idiot-"
"Really, it's ok, please. I've got to-the bus."
"I'm Jaejoong."
"I'm late.")
Yoochun was an hour late and missed his opportunity to perform in front of the chairman of the most prolific music company in Seoul. No matter how much he flirted with the receptionist, smiled mischievously and purred secretively over the counter, she called security and he was ungracefully escorted out of the building.
It was his only chance. He'd been waiting three months, calling, leaving message after message, sending cd after cd until they finally set up a real audition.
It was his one shot.
And someone by the name of Jaejoong ruined it completely.
The someone named Jaejoong came back into his life three weeks later, on a rainy day, the heavens spilling their tears on the streets. The floor of his favorite coffee shop was slick with footsteps and before he knew it, he was falling, hot coffee splashing like liquid fire across his new sweater.
("Holy shit."
"Son-of-a-bitch-"
"Oh, god, I'm so sorry."
"Fuck, this burns."
"I'm so sorry.")
He was on his knees gathering scattered books, his glasses lopsided across his face and Yoochun felt his cheeks grow hot when he recognized him immediately.
Jaejoong.
Who ruined his future career.
Who now ruined his sweater.
It was somewhere between Jaejoong offering the shirt off his back and walking home by himself with a new phone number in his cell phone that Jaejoong asked him out and Yoochun…
Yoochun agreed.
Jaejoong met him at a restaurant dressed in expensive looking jeans and a designer sweater. His black hair was perfectly styled, his glasses immaculately free of finger prints and a smile that made him forget he hated him for three weeks.
("You look really good."
"Thank you and thank you for accepting. I mean-it's the least I could-"
"Oh, so this isn't a date?"
"No.. Wait-what? Oh! No. No I didn't mean-yes. Yes it's a date."
"You're strange."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. Just open the door for me.")
They said goodbye under a silver moon with angel smiles.
Then promised to go out again the following night and the following night after that and the following one after that.
("I'm going to kiss you now."
"You don't have to ask, Jaejoong."
"I'm not asking. I'm telling you."
"Oh… ok.")
When he hugs him he feels safe, comfortable and warm.
The kind of safe that lets him know as long as he's in them, nothing bad will happen.
The kind of comfort that reminds him sometimes it is this easy
And the kind of warmth that makes him forget how cold the nights used to be.
When he hugs him, he never wants it to stop.
Yoochun got the call he had another chance while Jaejoong clumsily wiped a wet towel across his crotch. He didn't want the wine to stain his new pants.
When he hung up, he grabbed his hand, looked into his curious eyes and smiled.
He didn't care about the stain anymore.
He just got a second chance.
Yoochun told himself to make sure Jaejoong had something to do the morning of the audition. Nothing was going to stop the meeting from happening, not even Jaejoong.
Yoochun couldn't stop screaming when they told him they wanted another meeting with a producer and song writer after he nailed his audition. When he wouldn't stop hugging everyone in the room security escorted him from the premises again, walking him to the end of the street.
He promised to control himself the next week and ran down the street punching the air in victory.
He couldn't wait to tell Jaejoong.
("I'm in."
"Seriously?"
"Completely."
"I knew they would love you."
"Time for hugs?"
"You got it. Come're.")
When he says I love you it's different every time.
It's soft and low, it's a whisper. It's a secret for only him to hear. It's bold and confident. It's angry and frustrated. It's tender and sweet.
He's never meant it before… until now.
When he says I love you, he never wants it to stop.
Yoochun felt like crying when he saw the apartment shimmering with flickering candles. He recognized the melody floating on wings of inspiration through the quiet room. Jaejoong looked amazing in his black shirt and black pants, head fallen against the back of the couch, a glass of wine in his slender fingers while he listened to the music.
His music.
When he slid beside him, taking a drink from the glass, Jaejoong lifted his head. His eyes glistened against the ambient light and when he leaned in, his smile felt soft against Yoochun's mouth.
("You really are amazing."
"Are you drunk?"
"A little."
"You look stunning."
"I hoped you'd notice."
"You taste like wine."
"You taste like heaven."
"I love you, Jaejoong."
"I love you too, Yoochun."
"Do you mean it?"
"Every time.")
He met Jaejoong on a windy day.
The sun was shining and the wind was whipping manically around the city; autumn leaves dancing in the breeze and Yoochun was running through the crowd to catch the bus.
He didn't make it.
But it was ok.
Because when he kisses him he thinks he's dreaming.
Because when he hugs him he feels safe, comfortable and warm.
Because when he says I love you it's different every time.
And he never wants it to stop.
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