Together
Title: Together
Pairing: Yoosu, OT5
Rating: G
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Yoochun opened the door and held it open until Jaejoong stepped into the house.
“The bathroom is over there,” Yoochun directed.
“I know. I’m his neighbor and our homes were built off the same design,” Jaejoong reminded.
“Well, telling you makes me feel like I live here too,” Yoochun shrugged.
“You practically do,” Jaejoong drawled, recalling how many nights Yoochun would climb through the window of his living room because it gave more coverage than if Yoochun were to climb directly into Junsu’s living room window.
“The public can’t know that,” the younger man hushed.
Both stopped bickering when they heard the loud sobs coming from the master bedroom. They read the curiosity in each other’s eyes.
Yoochun walked towards the bedroom first and Jaejoong followed close behind. At least if Junsu was naked in there, Jaejoong wouldn’t have to see it.
The bedroom door was slightly opened and the sound of crying was clearer. Along with the sound of crying came the sound of clapping and laughter.
“That’s weird. If he’s watching a tragic drama, there wouldn’t be laughter,” Jaejoong whispered as they peeked through the slit to see Junsu sitting in front of his laptop, the screen’s light illuminating his crying face.
“There shouldn’t be a clapping audience either,” Yoochun murmured, his heart twisting as he watched Junsu wipe away tears with tissues.
Then they heard, ‘We are…TVXQ!’ from the laptop’s speakers. Junsu cried harder.
Both barged into the room. Yoochun automatically stood by Junsu’s side to hug him tightly, allowing his shirt to soak up Junsu’s tears.
Jaejoong stood there, feeling numb as he watched the show on the laptop screen. It was an old show, from when they were promoting the T Concert. His own eyes began to moisten and he had to turn his eyes away.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” Junsu whimpered. “I’ve tried. I really tried to act like everything is okay, but…it’s so hard. I don’t like this Mask that we all have to wear.”
“I know, Baby. It’s okay,” Yoochun whispered, smoothing his fingers through Junsu’s hair. “It’s okay.”
But Jaejoong smiled.
“It connects us. It might seem like we’re separated, but at the same time, this Mask connects us. We’re all sharing the burden of it: wearing it every day, pretending every hour, hurting every minute, but sharing every second of it together. All five of us.”
Yoochun nodded in agreement, his eyes traveling back to the screen.
“Hey, look at this.”
The three gathered to watch Yoochun shrink the size of the video and scroll down to see a comment. It was a recent comment, made on a video that had been uploaded years ago.
[One day…]
Seeing the name of the user who’d posted the comment brought a smile to all of their hearts.
They knew who it was.
Because the name was an inside joke among the five of them; something that had never been revealed to SM, fans, or even their own families.
“One day…” Junsu whispered.
“…we’ll be Five again,” Yoochun finished.
“We’ll never be TVXQ again, but we’ll be together.”
Pairing: Yoosu, OT5
Rating: G
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Yoochun opened the door and held it open until Jaejoong stepped into the house.
“The bathroom is over there,” Yoochun directed.
“I know. I’m his neighbor and our homes were built off the same design,” Jaejoong reminded.
“Well, telling you makes me feel like I live here too,” Yoochun shrugged.
“You practically do,” Jaejoong drawled, recalling how many nights Yoochun would climb through the window of his living room because it gave more coverage than if Yoochun were to climb directly into Junsu’s living room window.
“The public can’t know that,” the younger man hushed.
Both stopped bickering when they heard the loud sobs coming from the master bedroom. They read the curiosity in each other’s eyes.
Yoochun walked towards the bedroom first and Jaejoong followed close behind. At least if Junsu was naked in there, Jaejoong wouldn’t have to see it.
The bedroom door was slightly opened and the sound of crying was clearer. Along with the sound of crying came the sound of clapping and laughter.
“That’s weird. If he’s watching a tragic drama, there wouldn’t be laughter,” Jaejoong whispered as they peeked through the slit to see Junsu sitting in front of his laptop, the screen’s light illuminating his crying face.
“There shouldn’t be a clapping audience either,” Yoochun murmured, his heart twisting as he watched Junsu wipe away tears with tissues.
Then they heard, ‘We are…TVXQ!’ from the laptop’s speakers. Junsu cried harder.
Both barged into the room. Yoochun automatically stood by Junsu’s side to hug him tightly, allowing his shirt to soak up Junsu’s tears.
Jaejoong stood there, feeling numb as he watched the show on the laptop screen. It was an old show, from when they were promoting the T Concert. His own eyes began to moisten and he had to turn his eyes away.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” Junsu whimpered. “I’ve tried. I really tried to act like everything is okay, but…it’s so hard. I don’t like this Mask that we all have to wear.”
“I know, Baby. It’s okay,” Yoochun whispered, smoothing his fingers through Junsu’s hair. “It’s okay.”
But Jaejoong smiled.
“It connects us. It might seem like we’re separated, but at the same time, this Mask connects us. We’re all sharing the burden of it: wearing it every day, pretending every hour, hurting every minute, but sharing every second of it together. All five of us.”
Yoochun nodded in agreement, his eyes traveling back to the screen.
“Hey, look at this.”
The three gathered to watch Yoochun shrink the size of the video and scroll down to see a comment. It was a recent comment, made on a video that had been uploaded years ago.
[One day…]
Seeing the name of the user who’d posted the comment brought a smile to all of their hearts.
They knew who it was.
Because the name was an inside joke among the five of them; something that had never been revealed to SM, fans, or even their own families.
“One day…” Junsu whispered.
“…we’ll be Five again,” Yoochun finished.
“We’ll never be TVXQ again, but we’ll be together.”