[FANFIC] there's no air; no breathing.
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong; Onew/Key; Heechul/Hankyung
Genre: Romance/Angst (more romance, really.)
Rating: PG
Summary: Can’t breath without you, baby.
tell me how i’m supposed to breathe with no air
Jaejoong throws his head back into the leather couch, Yoochun’s silhouette is prominent in the balcony, he watches the younger bringing the dark stick to his lips and the smoke spiraling into the air. Junsu is fast asleep next to him, lightly snoring, he watches as Junsu clutches his pillow closer to his chest; it’s so endearing this sight. He pulls out a blanket from the closet and covers Junsu and absentmindedly runs a hand over Junsu’s hair and Junsu purrs softly in turn and shuffles a bit under the blanket. Jaejoong chuckles and settles back on the couch again and starts fidgeting with his phone.
“You are doing it again.”
Yoochun’s leaning in on the balcony door; he has bags under his eyes, he looks unhealthy, he has lost a lot of weight and if only things could go back to how they were.
Jaejoong smiles, almost sadly, and looks at Yoochun; “Doing what?”
Yoochun steps in and slides the balcony door shut; “Hyung, there is no phone call.”
Jaejoong’s smile falters, but doesn’t fade; he grips his phone tighter and sighs; “There is always a phone call, Yoochun-ah.” He says; “There is always a phone call.”
The phone buzzes to life silently in his hand; Jung Yunho flashes across the screen and Yoochun holds his breath.
-
losing you, it was like living in a world with no air.
He switches off his phone, slips into his pocket and crosses his leg over the other. Rash decision making, it was a talent, it made his blood run, got his heart pounding, it made Heechul, Heechul. He sighs and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and drums his fingers on his leg; this is going to take a while, a long while, but he’s going wait the while; he has to, it’s the right thing to do
The right thing to do; the only thing he has to do.
He feels someone looming over him, he looks up and smiles; “Took you long enough, Jungsu.” He smiles.
“You are not going anywhere.” Jungsu - Leetuek - snaps and takes hold of Heechul’s bag and starts walking away.
Heechul, though, doesn’t follow; just stares at Jungsu walking away and coming to stop a few steps away; Heechul lets go of the breath he was holding and quietly walks up to the other and coaxes his bag out of his grip; “I am going and you know I am.”
Jungsu lifts his head and looks at Heechul in the eye, he doesn’t say anything but then again, he doesn’t have to; “Just - stay out - “
“- out of trouble, I hear you.” Heechul smiles, despite Jungsu’s frown.
There is an announcement and Jungsu squeezes Heechul’s hand; “Make me proud.”
Heechul nods and turns to walk away; all passengers traveling to Beijing to please proceed to gate 7
The announcement echoes again throughout the airport and Jungsu knows there is no way Heechul is turning back.
-
i’m here alone, didn’t want to leave; my heart won’t move, it’s incomplete
Time’s ticking way too slowly, way too painfully; with each second, his breathing his getting shorter and faster. He fidgets by himself near the kitchen counter; everyone else is fast asleep; too late, its way too late into the night and Kibum realizes he needs to breathe and needs to stop worrying. His palms feel clammy and his knees are weak and this is not right.
One of the bedroom door creaks open and Jonghyun steps out, eyes narrowed into slits and fighting to stay open; “Ki-bum…” he calls out, his voice cracks with sleep; “What- why aren’t you sleeping?”
Kibum fidgets uncomfortably and mumbles a quiet nothing and his eyes dart towards the main door. Jonghyun’s gaze follows and watches Kibum’s expression change from being poker to uncomfortable to anxious in the matter of three seconds, he breaks into a sleepy grin and walks to Kibum and ruffles his hair; “You should sleep…”
“I am not sleepy…” Kibum says, watching Jonghyun walk to the refrigerator to get himself water.
“Whatever suits you…” Jonghyun shrugs, making his way back into the bedroom. “Honestly, staying up late isn’t really all that worth is it?” he asks. It’s a rhetorical question but Kibum wants to snap with it’s worth it and more but Jonghyun’s disappeared into the darkness of his room.
Kibum sighs and suddenly, there is a quiet knock on the front door; it’s someone rapping their knuckles against their door, three times. Kibum lightens up and softly runs over to the front door;
It’s more then being just worth it; it’s way more that.
-
my world revolves around you; it’s hard for me to breathe.
Yunho sighs and stares at his reflection; he doesn’t recognize the guy in the mirror. He looks so alien, so foreign to Yunho. Yunho isn’t sure if there is any life in the man’s eyes, it’s hard to make out under all the layers of hurt and sadness the eyes seem to be hiding. “You’ll do fine.” He says, looking at the man in the mirror. “You’ll do just fine, I am sure….I have faith in you and we always keep the faith right?”
“Always…”
Yunho jumps and instantly spots Changmin at the entrance of their practice room; “Oh hey Changmin.” Yunho smiles and Changmin cocks his head to the side and looks at his leader with questioning eyes; “Are you feeling okay, Hyung?”
“Nothing worse then the usual.” Yunho and shrugs and Changmin hums; “Wouldn’t you be somewhere else? With someone else?”
Yunho sighs; “Can we just get through this practice fast? I am tired.”
Changmin squints at Yunho and purses his lips together, pulls out Yunho’s phone from his bag and shoves it into Yunho’s hands; “You are going to call him, you and I both know there is nothing you want to do then call him right now.”
“I am not calling anyone….” Yunho growls, stuffing his phone back into his bag; “We should start practicing, we have schedules to attend to later.”
Changmin studies Yunho, rises his shoulders in a defeated shrug and switches the music for them to dance to; throughout the practice Yunho is tripping and missing the beat and falling out of rhythm and being clumsy and either running into Changmin or stamping on his foot; their manager walks in and switches off the music and tells Changmin he wants to talk to him, Changmin walks out and Yunho slides down the wall and slumps against it.
He pulls out his phone from his bag and fiddles with it, flips it open, dials a well rehearsed number, erases it, slides his phone away, pulls it closer again; it’s a frustrating cycle of emotions and too many to be dealt with.
With a firm grip on his phone he dials the number, holds the phone to his ear and waits for him to pick up the call; after a couple rings there is static caused by the other person’s breathing and Yunho speaks before anyone can say anything;
“At ten, meet me at our usual place…”
He clicks the phone shut and slips out of the room before Changmin could return, he needs some fresh air; he needs to breathe.
-
got me out here in the water so deep; tell me how you’re gonna breathe without me?
Han Geng holds his breath back, his manager had informed him about something that was coming his way; but this, this was someone, not a something.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” He asks, hips cocked to one side and one hand resting on his luggage and the other playing with the goggles.
“Y-yeah, come on...” Han Geng makes way for Heechul to step in; “This is a - “
“- surprise? I know.” Heechul chuckles and steps in, luggage and everything. “I had to make sure you weren’t just - you know - fooling around.”
“Oh yes, I have time for that.” Han Geng snorts, shutting the door and watching Heechul thread his way through the apartment. “So what - “
Heechul turns to look to at Han Geng in the eye; “I miss you, that’s a reason enough bastard.”
Han Geng feels his heart beating at the back of his throat; Heechul’s here, right here, in front of him and far away from wherever he didn’t want to be. They are like gleaming coals, Heechul’s eyes; they say a lot of things but their meaning in much deeper. He holds out his hand to Heechul and smiles softly; “Come with me…” he says and Heechul readily takes Han Geng’s hand.
“Take me to the end of the world and I’d follow.” Heechul whispers and Han Geng thinks, with Heechul, there is no end.
-
i walked, i ran, i jumped, i flew; right off the ground to float to you
Jinki smiles and Kibum feels like losing himself to Jinki for once and for all, he takes two long strides and pushes himself into Jinki’s arm; “Where were you? What took you so long? Are you alright? What happened? Did something happen? Something happened?” Kibum shoots questions, holding Jinki’s face.
“Kibum…Kibum…” Jinki chuckles, shaking the shorter boy lightly; “I am okay, what happened to you?” he asks, eyes softening when he sees the worried expression on Kibum’s face.
“I don’t know…” Kibum whispers, burying himself into Jinki’s chest; “I just - had this bad, bad, bad feeling and I couldn’t do anything about it…just this horrible feeling, like something was going to happen - “
“ - to me?” Jinki asks, rolling his eyes and patting Kibum’s head.
“No…” Kibum says, looking at Jinki; “…to us.”
Jinki holds his breath back and lightly touches Kibum’s warm cheek; “I am here now…” he says softly; “…and you are here, everything is fine.”
“Let’s have dinner.”
“You haven’t eaten yet? It’s late.”
“I made you chicken.” Kibum says and pulls Jinki into their apartment.
-
but somehow i’m still alive inside; you took my breath, but i survived
Yunho’s there by nine fifty five and Jaejoong’s there by nine fifty six; Yunho sees him running into view, rubbing his palms together and blowing warmth into. Jaejoong stops when he sees Yunho by the bare tree and manages to smile at him.
“Hi…”
“Hi…”
It’s awkward and way too quiet and very unlike them; Jaejoong notices how Yunho has got them their favorite beer from down the road grocery near the dorm the five used to share two years ago.
“So…” Jaejoong starts; “…beer, huh?”
Yunho chuckles, hands one over to Jaejoong and in turn takes his hand and holds it in his and Jaejoong stares at him; “You’re real.” Yunho says, voice soft against the howling winds. “You really are real.”
Jaejoong frowns, but doesn’t pull back his arm; “Of course I am, what’s wrong with you?”
Yunho smiles at how Jaejoong’s hand fits in his and looks at Jaejoong; “I was beginning to think you were a dream, a long nice dream that lasted nine years, but you are real…”
“…and I am here, in front of you.” Jaejoong takes a step closer to Yunho and they are close enough to be warm but not close enough to see the goose bumps that have risen on each other’s face.
“And I’m not going crazy.”
“No, no you are not.” Jaejoong says, in the most reassuring tone and squeezes Yunho’s hand.
And Yunho thinks, maybe one day S M wouldn’t hold this against them.
-
so how do you expect me; to live alone with just me?
It’s more out of habit then intension when Han Geng wraps his arm around Heechul’s waist and Heechul doesn’t even notice it, because it’s Han Geng and it’s him and Han Geng’s hand is supposed to be around Heechul’s; that’s the way things always were.
They are looking at their old picture; and it’s surprising to Heechul because these were pictures that Han Geng had taken when he wasn’t looking. It’s more or less like walking down a memory lane only this time, Heechul is discovering new spots and turns on the lane. They are laughing till they are crying, they are talking about their pre debut times and the times when they skipped training just to watch some stupid drama (they are not stupid Hankyung, mind your language.).
“You have all of these saved.” Heechul says, running his fingers over the photos; “Why?”
“That’s a stupid question…” Han Geng chuckles, pulling away the album away and tucking it into his bookshelf, safely.
“Well then give me a stupid answer…”
Han Geng sighs takes Heechul’s hand in his and grazes it with his thumb and Heechul watches; “What?”
Han Geng smiles softly and intertwines their fingers together and looks at Heechul and leans in closer, his breathe warm against Heechul’s skin; “Remember this Kim, you are going to want more and more of this.” And his lips are on Heechul’s and it’s like their first kiss all over again; shy, nervous but there’s something there. Something.
-
can’t live, can’t breath with no air
Jinki finishes his dinner - ravishes on it, in fact - and Kibum watches and he wants to keep watching Jinki, keep staring at his smile, he wants Jinki to hold him and never let go; Kibum thinks tomorrow is scary and he’s seen Heechul he’s seen Yunho, he hopes, really, really hopes that’s not what Jinki and him turn into.
He watches Jinki slip under the covers and he bends down to kiss him goodbye, but Jinki holds his wrist tightly and pulls him onto the bed; “Stay…” Jinki mumbles; pulling the covers over their bodies. “Just stay.”
Kibum slips into the sheets easily and buries his face into Jinki’s neck; this moment, Kibum thinks, this moment is forever. “I know you are scared…” Jinki mumbles, wrapping an arm around Kibum and pulling him closer; “…and I know the thoughts that you are having.” Jinki continues, whispering into Kibum’s hair and Kibum presses his body closer and feels the rhythmic rise and fall of Jinki’s chest against his own; “…and I want you to stop.”
Kibum pushes back, enough to see Jinki’s face; “What?”
“We are not going to…end, you know? We are not like that…” Jinki sweeps Kibum’s hair out of his face and presses a kiss to Kibum’s forehead. “We are not…we have no end, we are never stopping, okay?”
And Kibum feels warmth engulfing his body, soul, everything. He smiles, moves in closer and kisses Jinki warmly, softly and hopes that this would last forever.
Everything feels just about right.
-
it’s not fair whenever you ain’t there
Jaejoong doesn’t know how they end up landing up on each other, but they do. Jaejoong thinks he tripped on something, somewhere; but fuck, he can smell Yunho’s cologne and he wants to take a deep whiff and stay like that for the rest of his life; Yunho has a strong grip on Jaejoong’s arm and he pulls him up straight; “Are you okay?” Yunho asks and realizes how close they are standing;
Their noses are nearly touching, they can feel each other’s breath and Yunho thinks he can see Cassiopeia in Jaejoong’s eyes and realizes why he’s been keeping the faith; the answer right there, breathing and standing in front of him.
“Fuck this shit…” Jaejoong whispers, closes the gap between them and kisses Yunho like that was only he was born to do; Yunho kisses back instantly, he’d be damned if the world was burning and dying, kissing Jaejoong was what mattered the most. Jaejoong deepens the kiss, he is flush against Yunho but he wants more of it, more and more (and more and more)
-
no air; no air
“I love you….”
-
can’t breathe without you baby
“I love you too”
no breathing
Author’s notes:
F. M. L
THIS FIC HAS IRRITATED ME TO NO ENDS AND I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER GET DONE WITH THIS BUT I DID AND IT IS MY VICTORY.
I need a Jung Yunho as my prize, thank you very much. Stop being a Ho!Whore Jaejoong, you know you have to share C:
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Genre: Romance/Angst (more romance, really.)
Rating: PG
Summary: Can’t breath without you, baby.
tell me how i’m supposed to breathe with no air
Jaejoong throws his head back into the leather couch, Yoochun’s silhouette is prominent in the balcony, he watches the younger bringing the dark stick to his lips and the smoke spiraling into the air. Junsu is fast asleep next to him, lightly snoring, he watches as Junsu clutches his pillow closer to his chest; it’s so endearing this sight. He pulls out a blanket from the closet and covers Junsu and absentmindedly runs a hand over Junsu’s hair and Junsu purrs softly in turn and shuffles a bit under the blanket. Jaejoong chuckles and settles back on the couch again and starts fidgeting with his phone.
“You are doing it again.”
Yoochun’s leaning in on the balcony door; he has bags under his eyes, he looks unhealthy, he has lost a lot of weight and if only things could go back to how they were.
Jaejoong smiles, almost sadly, and looks at Yoochun; “Doing what?”
Yoochun steps in and slides the balcony door shut; “Hyung, there is no phone call.”
Jaejoong’s smile falters, but doesn’t fade; he grips his phone tighter and sighs; “There is always a phone call, Yoochun-ah.” He says; “There is always a phone call.”
The phone buzzes to life silently in his hand; Jung Yunho flashes across the screen and Yoochun holds his breath.
-
losing you, it was like living in a world with no air.
He switches off his phone, slips into his pocket and crosses his leg over the other. Rash decision making, it was a talent, it made his blood run, got his heart pounding, it made Heechul, Heechul. He sighs and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and drums his fingers on his leg; this is going to take a while, a long while, but he’s going wait the while; he has to, it’s the right thing to do
The right thing to do; the only thing he has to do.
He feels someone looming over him, he looks up and smiles; “Took you long enough, Jungsu.” He smiles.
“You are not going anywhere.” Jungsu - Leetuek - snaps and takes hold of Heechul’s bag and starts walking away.
Heechul, though, doesn’t follow; just stares at Jungsu walking away and coming to stop a few steps away; Heechul lets go of the breath he was holding and quietly walks up to the other and coaxes his bag out of his grip; “I am going and you know I am.”
Jungsu lifts his head and looks at Heechul in the eye, he doesn’t say anything but then again, he doesn’t have to; “Just - stay out - “
“- out of trouble, I hear you.” Heechul smiles, despite Jungsu’s frown.
There is an announcement and Jungsu squeezes Heechul’s hand; “Make me proud.”
Heechul nods and turns to walk away; all passengers traveling to Beijing to please proceed to gate 7
The announcement echoes again throughout the airport and Jungsu knows there is no way Heechul is turning back.
-
i’m here alone, didn’t want to leave; my heart won’t move, it’s incomplete
Time’s ticking way too slowly, way too painfully; with each second, his breathing his getting shorter and faster. He fidgets by himself near the kitchen counter; everyone else is fast asleep; too late, its way too late into the night and Kibum realizes he needs to breathe and needs to stop worrying. His palms feel clammy and his knees are weak and this is not right.
One of the bedroom door creaks open and Jonghyun steps out, eyes narrowed into slits and fighting to stay open; “Ki-bum…” he calls out, his voice cracks with sleep; “What- why aren’t you sleeping?”
Kibum fidgets uncomfortably and mumbles a quiet nothing and his eyes dart towards the main door. Jonghyun’s gaze follows and watches Kibum’s expression change from being poker to uncomfortable to anxious in the matter of three seconds, he breaks into a sleepy grin and walks to Kibum and ruffles his hair; “You should sleep…”
“I am not sleepy…” Kibum says, watching Jonghyun walk to the refrigerator to get himself water.
“Whatever suits you…” Jonghyun shrugs, making his way back into the bedroom. “Honestly, staying up late isn’t really all that worth is it?” he asks. It’s a rhetorical question but Kibum wants to snap with it’s worth it and more but Jonghyun’s disappeared into the darkness of his room.
Kibum sighs and suddenly, there is a quiet knock on the front door; it’s someone rapping their knuckles against their door, three times. Kibum lightens up and softly runs over to the front door;
It’s more then being just worth it; it’s way more that.
-
my world revolves around you; it’s hard for me to breathe.
Yunho sighs and stares at his reflection; he doesn’t recognize the guy in the mirror. He looks so alien, so foreign to Yunho. Yunho isn’t sure if there is any life in the man’s eyes, it’s hard to make out under all the layers of hurt and sadness the eyes seem to be hiding. “You’ll do fine.” He says, looking at the man in the mirror. “You’ll do just fine, I am sure….I have faith in you and we always keep the faith right?”
“Always…”
Yunho jumps and instantly spots Changmin at the entrance of their practice room; “Oh hey Changmin.” Yunho smiles and Changmin cocks his head to the side and looks at his leader with questioning eyes; “Are you feeling okay, Hyung?”
“Nothing worse then the usual.” Yunho and shrugs and Changmin hums; “Wouldn’t you be somewhere else? With someone else?”
Yunho sighs; “Can we just get through this practice fast? I am tired.”
Changmin squints at Yunho and purses his lips together, pulls out Yunho’s phone from his bag and shoves it into Yunho’s hands; “You are going to call him, you and I both know there is nothing you want to do then call him right now.”
“I am not calling anyone….” Yunho growls, stuffing his phone back into his bag; “We should start practicing, we have schedules to attend to later.”
Changmin studies Yunho, rises his shoulders in a defeated shrug and switches the music for them to dance to; throughout the practice Yunho is tripping and missing the beat and falling out of rhythm and being clumsy and either running into Changmin or stamping on his foot; their manager walks in and switches off the music and tells Changmin he wants to talk to him, Changmin walks out and Yunho slides down the wall and slumps against it.
He pulls out his phone from his bag and fiddles with it, flips it open, dials a well rehearsed number, erases it, slides his phone away, pulls it closer again; it’s a frustrating cycle of emotions and too many to be dealt with.
With a firm grip on his phone he dials the number, holds the phone to his ear and waits for him to pick up the call; after a couple rings there is static caused by the other person’s breathing and Yunho speaks before anyone can say anything;
“At ten, meet me at our usual place…”
He clicks the phone shut and slips out of the room before Changmin could return, he needs some fresh air; he needs to breathe.
-
got me out here in the water so deep; tell me how you’re gonna breathe without me?
Han Geng holds his breath back, his manager had informed him about something that was coming his way; but this, this was someone, not a something.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” He asks, hips cocked to one side and one hand resting on his luggage and the other playing with the goggles.
“Y-yeah, come on...” Han Geng makes way for Heechul to step in; “This is a - “
“- surprise? I know.” Heechul chuckles and steps in, luggage and everything. “I had to make sure you weren’t just - you know - fooling around.”
“Oh yes, I have time for that.” Han Geng snorts, shutting the door and watching Heechul thread his way through the apartment. “So what - “
Heechul turns to look to at Han Geng in the eye; “I miss you, that’s a reason enough bastard.”
Han Geng feels his heart beating at the back of his throat; Heechul’s here, right here, in front of him and far away from wherever he didn’t want to be. They are like gleaming coals, Heechul’s eyes; they say a lot of things but their meaning in much deeper. He holds out his hand to Heechul and smiles softly; “Come with me…” he says and Heechul readily takes Han Geng’s hand.
“Take me to the end of the world and I’d follow.” Heechul whispers and Han Geng thinks, with Heechul, there is no end.
-
i walked, i ran, i jumped, i flew; right off the ground to float to you
Jinki smiles and Kibum feels like losing himself to Jinki for once and for all, he takes two long strides and pushes himself into Jinki’s arm; “Where were you? What took you so long? Are you alright? What happened? Did something happen? Something happened?” Kibum shoots questions, holding Jinki’s face.
“Kibum…Kibum…” Jinki chuckles, shaking the shorter boy lightly; “I am okay, what happened to you?” he asks, eyes softening when he sees the worried expression on Kibum’s face.
“I don’t know…” Kibum whispers, burying himself into Jinki’s chest; “I just - had this bad, bad, bad feeling and I couldn’t do anything about it…just this horrible feeling, like something was going to happen - “
“ - to me?” Jinki asks, rolling his eyes and patting Kibum’s head.
“No…” Kibum says, looking at Jinki; “…to us.”
Jinki holds his breath back and lightly touches Kibum’s warm cheek; “I am here now…” he says softly; “…and you are here, everything is fine.”
“Let’s have dinner.”
“You haven’t eaten yet? It’s late.”
“I made you chicken.” Kibum says and pulls Jinki into their apartment.
-
but somehow i’m still alive inside; you took my breath, but i survived
Yunho’s there by nine fifty five and Jaejoong’s there by nine fifty six; Yunho sees him running into view, rubbing his palms together and blowing warmth into. Jaejoong stops when he sees Yunho by the bare tree and manages to smile at him.
“Hi…”
“Hi…”
It’s awkward and way too quiet and very unlike them; Jaejoong notices how Yunho has got them their favorite beer from down the road grocery near the dorm the five used to share two years ago.
“So…” Jaejoong starts; “…beer, huh?”
Yunho chuckles, hands one over to Jaejoong and in turn takes his hand and holds it in his and Jaejoong stares at him; “You’re real.” Yunho says, voice soft against the howling winds. “You really are real.”
Jaejoong frowns, but doesn’t pull back his arm; “Of course I am, what’s wrong with you?”
Yunho smiles at how Jaejoong’s hand fits in his and looks at Jaejoong; “I was beginning to think you were a dream, a long nice dream that lasted nine years, but you are real…”
“…and I am here, in front of you.” Jaejoong takes a step closer to Yunho and they are close enough to be warm but not close enough to see the goose bumps that have risen on each other’s face.
“And I’m not going crazy.”
“No, no you are not.” Jaejoong says, in the most reassuring tone and squeezes Yunho’s hand.
And Yunho thinks, maybe one day S M wouldn’t hold this against them.
-
so how do you expect me; to live alone with just me?
It’s more out of habit then intension when Han Geng wraps his arm around Heechul’s waist and Heechul doesn’t even notice it, because it’s Han Geng and it’s him and Han Geng’s hand is supposed to be around Heechul’s; that’s the way things always were.
They are looking at their old picture; and it’s surprising to Heechul because these were pictures that Han Geng had taken when he wasn’t looking. It’s more or less like walking down a memory lane only this time, Heechul is discovering new spots and turns on the lane. They are laughing till they are crying, they are talking about their pre debut times and the times when they skipped training just to watch some stupid drama (they are not stupid Hankyung, mind your language.).
“You have all of these saved.” Heechul says, running his fingers over the photos; “Why?”
“That’s a stupid question…” Han Geng chuckles, pulling away the album away and tucking it into his bookshelf, safely.
“Well then give me a stupid answer…”
Han Geng sighs takes Heechul’s hand in his and grazes it with his thumb and Heechul watches; “What?”
Han Geng smiles softly and intertwines their fingers together and looks at Heechul and leans in closer, his breathe warm against Heechul’s skin; “Remember this Kim, you are going to want more and more of this.” And his lips are on Heechul’s and it’s like their first kiss all over again; shy, nervous but there’s something there. Something.
-
can’t live, can’t breath with no air
Jinki finishes his dinner - ravishes on it, in fact - and Kibum watches and he wants to keep watching Jinki, keep staring at his smile, he wants Jinki to hold him and never let go; Kibum thinks tomorrow is scary and he’s seen Heechul he’s seen Yunho, he hopes, really, really hopes that’s not what Jinki and him turn into.
He watches Jinki slip under the covers and he bends down to kiss him goodbye, but Jinki holds his wrist tightly and pulls him onto the bed; “Stay…” Jinki mumbles; pulling the covers over their bodies. “Just stay.”
Kibum slips into the sheets easily and buries his face into Jinki’s neck; this moment, Kibum thinks, this moment is forever. “I know you are scared…” Jinki mumbles, wrapping an arm around Kibum and pulling him closer; “…and I know the thoughts that you are having.” Jinki continues, whispering into Kibum’s hair and Kibum presses his body closer and feels the rhythmic rise and fall of Jinki’s chest against his own; “…and I want you to stop.”
Kibum pushes back, enough to see Jinki’s face; “What?”
“We are not going to…end, you know? We are not like that…” Jinki sweeps Kibum’s hair out of his face and presses a kiss to Kibum’s forehead. “We are not…we have no end, we are never stopping, okay?”
And Kibum feels warmth engulfing his body, soul, everything. He smiles, moves in closer and kisses Jinki warmly, softly and hopes that this would last forever.
Everything feels just about right.
-
it’s not fair whenever you ain’t there
Jaejoong doesn’t know how they end up landing up on each other, but they do. Jaejoong thinks he tripped on something, somewhere; but fuck, he can smell Yunho’s cologne and he wants to take a deep whiff and stay like that for the rest of his life; Yunho has a strong grip on Jaejoong’s arm and he pulls him up straight; “Are you okay?” Yunho asks and realizes how close they are standing;
Their noses are nearly touching, they can feel each other’s breath and Yunho thinks he can see Cassiopeia in Jaejoong’s eyes and realizes why he’s been keeping the faith; the answer right there, breathing and standing in front of him.
“Fuck this shit…” Jaejoong whispers, closes the gap between them and kisses Yunho like that was only he was born to do; Yunho kisses back instantly, he’d be damned if the world was burning and dying, kissing Jaejoong was what mattered the most. Jaejoong deepens the kiss, he is flush against Yunho but he wants more of it, more and more (and more and more)
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no air; no air
“I love you….”
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can’t breathe without you baby
“I love you too”
no breathing
Author’s notes:
F. M. L
THIS FIC HAS IRRITATED ME TO NO ENDS AND I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER GET DONE WITH THIS BUT I DID AND IT IS MY VICTORY.
I need a Jung Yunho as my prize, thank you very much. Stop being a Ho!Whore Jaejoong, you know you have to share C:
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