Denial
It wasn’t love, not really. Of course they loved each other, but only in the way you would expect two boys spending 24 hours a day together to love. It wasn’t really love.
So when Jaejoong proposed that Yoochun kiss him (come on, Yoochun, there’s nothing wrong in it if nothing else happens. I just wanna know what it’s like, and you know manager-hyung won’t let us date other girls), Yoochun agreed, albeit a little hesitantly.
And when Yoochun slept that night, and dreamt of Jaejoong, it wasn’t because he was in love, it was just a dream.
And when Jaejoong started randomly pressing his lips to Yoochun's, it wasn’t because he was in love, but a mutual attraction, a mutual lust.
And when Yoochun woke up one night and went to get a cup of water, only to pass by the maknae’s room and hear Jaejoong moans, the pang of pain that went through his chest wasn’t jealousy or betrayal, but a sudden heart attack, no doubt caused by all the food Jaejoong made.
And when tears came to Yoochun’s eyes when Jaejoong kissed him good morning the next morning, it wasn’t because he knew Jaejoong did it to everyone else and not just him, but because something got in his damn eye, and just wouldn’t come out.
And when the next day, Yoochun announced he was moving to his own apartment, and Jaejoong ran out of the DBSK dorms, and Yoochun chased him, and he realized the truth (goddammit, Yoochun, you’re the only one I kiss, the only one I love) and the two kissed on the bank of the Han River, and fireworks exploded, it was…well, even Yoochun didn’t know what that was.
And when, the next day, the two finished moving in all the boxes, and shared a sweaty, sloppy kiss on the kitchen counter…
Well, maybe that was love.
UH UH SORRY THIS KINDA FAILED -smacks head- I spent ten minutes on it this morning, so it may have some grammar mistakes
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