the truth about america
the truth about america
Jaejoong/Yoochun.
Rated G; AU.
Yoochun has been talking about America again, about his umma and Yoowan and how he needs to bring them back, how he needs to go back.
what might have happened before this.
re-posted from my journal because i just felt like it. for linda, of course. ♥
Jaejoong is sitting on Yoochun's bed, textbooks spread out over his legs and the sheets. Yoochun has gone downstairs to get his records, or his favourite pen, or his beanie, Jaejoong didn't really hear which. When he comes back, Jaejoong stops trying to throw darts at the poster next to Yoochun's window and pretends to read his math textbook. Yoochun ignores him and puts in a record with the Beatles on it. Then he sits next to Jaejoong, shifting around to get comfortable, and they pretend to stare at the math textbook for a while.
Calculus is not Jaejoong's strong point. Soon enough Jaejoong's eyes are not seeing the words on the page, the derivatives and equations, and he is thinking first about choir, then about Sohee's wedding, then about Yoochun. Yoochun has been talking about America again, about his umma and Yoowan and how he needs to bring them back, how he needs to go back. Jaejoong doesn't know how to say the right things sometimes so he tries not to say anything when Yoochun talks about America, and because he's also afraid that he might say something stupid. He thinks that if he took a breath, looked at Yoochun's tired face when he's asleep and won't know what Jaejoong is saying, he could open his mouth and let the words escape. Don't go, he might say at last. I don't want you to go.
Yoochun is too close, his knee brushing Jaejoong's, and Jaejoong's heart is pounding in his own ears. He wonders if he is the only one who has ever felt like this, if he is the only one to have ever met any boy like Yoochun, who cries too much and sleeps with socks on because he doesn't like to wear them with shoes. When Jaejoong turns to his left, just a thirty-five degree shift, Yoochun is closer. Jaejoong thinks, I am supposed to be the supportive, unselfish friend, not the boy who's in love with his best friend. He imagines the future inside of a second: Yoochun and Jaejoong, roommates throughout college, Yoochun and Jaejoong, best friends since the first time they met. Yoochun and Jaejoong.
“I need to go back,” Yoochun says abruptly. Jaejoong doesn’t know where to look, what to say. Jaejoong knows Yoochun knows because Yoochun’s hand is holding onto Jaejoong’s, anchoring him.
“I know,” he says. Don’t go.
“I’ll come back.” The sun is almost gone, outside. Yoochun’s face is half-covered in shadow.
“I know.” Jaejoong’s really bad at lying. Yoochun knows this, in the same way that they both know that Yoochun has always needed Jaejoong, and for this reason, Jaejoong has always needed Yoochun.
“I’ll come back,” Yoochun says again. He kisses Jaejoong, quietly, lightly, and when he pulls back, eyes tired, Jaejoong can almost believe him.
Jaejoong/Yoochun.
Rated G; AU.
Yoochun has been talking about America again, about his umma and Yoowan and how he needs to bring them back, how he needs to go back.
what might have happened before this.
re-posted from my journal because i just felt like it. for linda, of course. ♥
Jaejoong is sitting on Yoochun's bed, textbooks spread out over his legs and the sheets. Yoochun has gone downstairs to get his records, or his favourite pen, or his beanie, Jaejoong didn't really hear which. When he comes back, Jaejoong stops trying to throw darts at the poster next to Yoochun's window and pretends to read his math textbook. Yoochun ignores him and puts in a record with the Beatles on it. Then he sits next to Jaejoong, shifting around to get comfortable, and they pretend to stare at the math textbook for a while.
Calculus is not Jaejoong's strong point. Soon enough Jaejoong's eyes are not seeing the words on the page, the derivatives and equations, and he is thinking first about choir, then about Sohee's wedding, then about Yoochun. Yoochun has been talking about America again, about his umma and Yoowan and how he needs to bring them back, how he needs to go back. Jaejoong doesn't know how to say the right things sometimes so he tries not to say anything when Yoochun talks about America, and because he's also afraid that he might say something stupid. He thinks that if he took a breath, looked at Yoochun's tired face when he's asleep and won't know what Jaejoong is saying, he could open his mouth and let the words escape. Don't go, he might say at last. I don't want you to go.
Yoochun is too close, his knee brushing Jaejoong's, and Jaejoong's heart is pounding in his own ears. He wonders if he is the only one who has ever felt like this, if he is the only one to have ever met any boy like Yoochun, who cries too much and sleeps with socks on because he doesn't like to wear them with shoes. When Jaejoong turns to his left, just a thirty-five degree shift, Yoochun is closer. Jaejoong thinks, I am supposed to be the supportive, unselfish friend, not the boy who's in love with his best friend. He imagines the future inside of a second: Yoochun and Jaejoong, roommates throughout college, Yoochun and Jaejoong, best friends since the first time they met. Yoochun and Jaejoong.
“I need to go back,” Yoochun says abruptly. Jaejoong doesn’t know where to look, what to say. Jaejoong knows Yoochun knows because Yoochun’s hand is holding onto Jaejoong’s, anchoring him.
“I know,” he says. Don’t go.
“I’ll come back.” The sun is almost gone, outside. Yoochun’s face is half-covered in shadow.
“I know.” Jaejoong’s really bad at lying. Yoochun knows this, in the same way that they both know that Yoochun has always needed Jaejoong, and for this reason, Jaejoong has always needed Yoochun.
“I’ll come back,” Yoochun says again. He kisses Jaejoong, quietly, lightly, and when he pulls back, eyes tired, Jaejoong can almost believe him.