proof of gravity
jaejoong/junsu; 745
G
written for
dbsk_flashfic; really like jaesu but i definitely need more practice D:
The quietness of Paris at night is the same as the quietness of Seoul; comfortable and soothing and Junsu thinks maybe it's a little too dangerous starting to think, 'oh, this is just like home'.
Changmin's asleep in the next bed over, limbs in all four directions and bed sheets twisted in between. Junsu ponders if it's not as dangerous to think about how it's nice that Changmin's sleeping better and not blame it on the jetlag. Then his stomach grumbles, reminding him of why he's awake, and he clutches a pillow to himself in a poor attempt to suffocate it away. They've been eating in restaurants and grabbing breakfast at the small café around the corner. The refrigerator in the kitchen might as well be for show when Junsu remembers how empty it was when he peeked in before bed.
But being hungry is uncomfortable and Junsu has no patience, so he gets out of bed - takes the pillow with - and shuffles out of the room. There were crackers on the dining table last he saw.
He's halfway past the living room when the flickers from the muted television set and the tiny movements on the couch finally register in his brain.
Junsu squints. "Hyung?" He has neither contacts nor glasses, doesn't know which one it is.
"It's alive." Jaejoong. "Thought you were sleepwalking and you know what they say about waking up sleepwalkers."
"But I don't sleepwalk." Junsu's feet make the detour towards the couch for him.
"All this foreign air you've been inhaling could've done something to your head." Jaejoong scoots over and makes room. "What are you doing up, Mr. International?"
Junsu's stomach answers for him as he plops down and Jaejoong laughs, making him blush.
Suddenly, Jaejoong produces a plate stacked with croissants and sets it in Junsu's lap. "Flour and air, but better than nothing."
Junsu thinks, wait. "Did you…?"
"Late night snack time in Brazil, right?"
Sometimes, when Junsu isn't careful, he starts thinking about Jaejoong the same way he thinks about everything else. Where does it come from, how does it work - how does it even exist? He doesn't do it often and when he does, he stops himself the moment he realizes he is because otherwise his head will hurt and after that, the weird, free-falling feeling right below his ribcage.
Right now is one of those times and Junsu is saved only by the need to stuff food into his mouth. He eats two before offering what's left of the third to Jaejoong. Jaejoong puts a hand up to decline but Junsu is already prodding Jaejoong's mouth with the buttery pastry.
Jaejoong laughs and Junsu takes that to mean okay and shoves the croissant into his mouth. His fingers catch Jaejoong's lips when the other bites down and there - his brain is right back to thinking and fixation.
"In high school I learned how to prove that a rectangle is a rectangle," Junsu says abruptly.
"Okay," Jaejoong says, in the tone of voice that suggests he might be thinking Junsu's psycho.
Chewing slowly, Junsu continues, "I think I've been trying to prove you since I've known you. But proving you is like proving infinity or something and I feel like how I did when my astronomy teacher tried to explain how the universe is expanding or get us to understand how fast pulsars rotate or-or." Junsu snaps his fingers and points at Jaejoong. "You're like dark matter except, wait no, you can't see dark matter but I mean. You're there but I just can't -"
"Junsu-yah," Jaejoong interrupts. "What are you talking about?"
Junsu waves at the almost-empty plate on his lap. "You were waiting with food!" Jaejoong places a hand over his mouth but even with only the television screen for lighting, Junsu can tell he's trying not to burst out in laughter. "Don't do that!"
But then Jaejoong does laugh and he also rests his head on Junsu's shoulder, looking up amusedly. "Yeah, I was waiting with food."
"For me," Junsu says, a little dumbly. "Because you knew I would be hungry."
"For you. Because I knew you would be hungry."
Junsu stuffs an entire croissant into his mouth and speaks with it full. "Did I just confess to your confession?" Except it's a lot less coherent than that.
Jaejoong presses his hand into Junsu's and closes his eyes. Junsu swallows and doesn't choke.
"I'll make you eggs-confession tomorrow. Tell me about Brazil."