Confession (Alternate Ending)
Title: Confession (Alternate Ending)
Length: One-shot
Pairing: JaeHo
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Summary: Jaejoong turned the corner near his house, then pivoted and went back the way he came for the fifth time in the past 20 minutes. It was 6 in the morning, and he was standing in the street in his pajamas, holding a bouquet of flowers.
A/N: Read the original here.
Jaejoong turned the corner near his house, then pivoted and went back the way he came for the fifth time in the past 20 minutes. It was 6 in the morning, and he was standing in the street in his pajamas, holding a bouquet of flowers. He felt genuinely stupid, but he'd woken up in the middle of the night with the sudden urge to do something he'd been meaning to do for months.
It involved a certain boy (Guy. Man. Person?) by the name of Jung Yunho. Jaejoong had been madly in love with him since the day he'd walked into his Psychology class; all smiles, well-dressed, and gorgeous to boot. In the 6 months they'd had the class, Jaejoong had only spoken to him twice. Once, when Yunho had forgotten his book:
"Hey, can I share your book with you?"
"Sure."
And once more when Jaejoong couldn't see the board:
"Um, I can't see. Can you scoot over?"
"Yeah, sorry."
Hey, the guy was tall!
So now, he was on his way to Yunho's house (he'd bribed his friend Yoochun into hacking into the school records for the address) to confess that he liked him. His heart was pounding, and he could have sworn he was sweating. But that could have just been because the sun was rising, and it was hitting him square in the forehead. He tried to walk slower so he wouldn't show up at Yunho's house all sweaty and gross. He slowed his pace as he crossed the street. By the time he reached his destination, the sun was high in the sky. He rang the doorbell and waited approximately 4 seconds before the door swung open. Yunho stood facing him, a bouquet of flowers almost identical to Jaejoong's clenched in his fist. The two stared at each other, before thrusting their arms forward simultaneously.
"These are for you!" the two nearly screamed in unison. Jaejoong blushed, and Yunho swallowed, then spoke.
"Want to get some coffee?"
Length: One-shot
Pairing: JaeHo
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Summary: Jaejoong turned the corner near his house, then pivoted and went back the way he came for the fifth time in the past 20 minutes. It was 6 in the morning, and he was standing in the street in his pajamas, holding a bouquet of flowers.
A/N: Read the original here.
Jaejoong turned the corner near his house, then pivoted and went back the way he came for the fifth time in the past 20 minutes. It was 6 in the morning, and he was standing in the street in his pajamas, holding a bouquet of flowers. He felt genuinely stupid, but he'd woken up in the middle of the night with the sudden urge to do something he'd been meaning to do for months.
It involved a certain boy (Guy. Man. Person?) by the name of Jung Yunho. Jaejoong had been madly in love with him since the day he'd walked into his Psychology class; all smiles, well-dressed, and gorgeous to boot. In the 6 months they'd had the class, Jaejoong had only spoken to him twice. Once, when Yunho had forgotten his book:
"Hey, can I share your book with you?"
"Sure."
And once more when Jaejoong couldn't see the board:
"Um, I can't see. Can you scoot over?"
"Yeah, sorry."
Hey, the guy was tall!
So now, he was on his way to Yunho's house (he'd bribed his friend Yoochun into hacking into the school records for the address) to confess that he liked him. His heart was pounding, and he could have sworn he was sweating. But that could have just been because the sun was rising, and it was hitting him square in the forehead. He tried to walk slower so he wouldn't show up at Yunho's house all sweaty and gross. He slowed his pace as he crossed the street. By the time he reached his destination, the sun was high in the sky. He rang the doorbell and waited approximately 4 seconds before the door swung open. Yunho stood facing him, a bouquet of flowers almost identical to Jaejoong's clenched in his fist. The two stared at each other, before thrusting their arms forward simultaneously.
"These are for you!" the two nearly screamed in unison. Jaejoong blushed, and Yunho swallowed, then spoke.
"Want to get some coffee?"