10 months. yunho/jaejoong
10 months in your year
yunho/jaejoong
angst.fluff
pg-13
comment please? ♥
this was brewing in my system for quite a while.
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March ;
Yunho wakes up to an empty bed. There is no warmth that morning, no linger scent of strawberry shampoo on the pillow beside him. He checks the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the balcony - and then he finds it. A piece of paper torn from a notebook with only a pen holding it down.
I love you.
Is what it says, in a looping scrawl, and in three words Yunho understands. Jaejoong is gone. Yunho doesn't chase, because he knows, he knows if Jaejoong doesn't want to be found, he won't be, not until he wants to return. But Yunho is not surprised. He had seen it from the way he would often catch Jaejoong staring out into space, drifting off while in the middle of coversation - he had known it was only a matter of time, he had known. Jaejoong doesn't leave for any reason, but simply because he needs too, simply because he is Jaejoong.
Yunho doesn't cry, but he feels something rip in his chest. He isn't sure, but he thinks it is his heart.
April ;
Winter is fading, and spring starts to creep up upon the city of Seoul. Yunho has taken to washing his hair with the strawberry scented shampoo Jaejoong left behind, the bottle is almost half empty and Yunho is still alone. He still heads off to work as per normal every morning, because life still goes on, and he sits in his office from 9 to 6 everyday, reading documents, signing against papers, attending meetings.
Yunho rushes home after work everyday, because every day he hopes, he hopes when he returns everything will be set right once again, but it isn't.
So Yunho works, he works and works and works.
May ;
Yunho sends text messages to Jaejoong's phone.
Where are you? Come home soon.
Stay safe no matter where you are.
When are you coming back?
I miss you.
I love you.
He watches from the bed as the phone lights up, dancing briefly across the dresser before falling dim again. By the end of may, Jaejoong's inbox is full and Yunho presses the delete button. He never bothers charging Jaejoong's phone again.
June ;
Summer has come faster this year than it normally does. The city is bustling with activity as its dwellers pack their bags and head to the beach for vacation. Yunho remembers to cancel the booking they made in Janurary and he sits alone at home with the aircon blowing.
Yunho doesn't get a tan that Summer.
July. August. September ;
Yunho becomes quieter, everyone notices. His smiles and laughter are forced and fake, but they don't blame him. Yunho falls sick because sometimes he forgets to eat. The fridge in the kitchen starts holding more cans of beer than it does food. The apartment is stiffling.
October ;
Yoochun moves in with Yunho for the time being, and Junsu and Changmin visit frequently. After just a day, Yoochun has already memorised Yunho's daily routine. Work, home - it doesn't consist of much. Yunho laughs with his three friends when they have dinner together, be it at his house or when he is dragged out, but they can see that Yunho's smile doesn't reach his eyes.
It pains them, so they laughter louder and smile wider in attempt to make up for what is lacking.
November ;
Yunho's company hits the cover of Forbes, it was bound to eventually, but in the past year, Yunho has been working overtime at overdrive almost everyday, he is sucessful - but he doesn't feel happy, not one bit. Yunho hopes Jaejoong gets his hands on a copy of the magazine wherever he is.
That month, Yunho's buisness grows even more.
December ;
Christmas eve and Yoochun has gone back to America to visit his family, Junsu following and Changmin heads back to his hometown. Yunho sits alone in the apartment, a glass of wine in his hand. He swirls the dark red liquid as unseeing eyes fix themselves on the television screen. It is 11pm, an hour away from Christmas, Yunho has never spent a Christmas alone.
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The clock strikes twelve and a colourful announcement broadcasts, cutting in momentarily into the free to air movie. Yunho smiles, somewhat bitterly as he raises his glass to his lips before tilting it back.
Merry fucking Christmas.
The lock turns, the door opens.
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Jaejoong stumbles in and Yunho feels his breath catch in his throat. His hair is longer no doubt and replaced from a stunning wine red to a natural shade of black. Jaejoong drops his bags onto the floor and shuts the door behind him. He starts to walk slowly over to Yunho. Yunho doesn't speak, he can't, he just watches.
It is a well worn, tightly clutched copy of a magazine Jaejoong holds up.
"I'm sorry I'm late." his voice is still as musical as ever, and it throws Yunho from his seat.
Yunho crushes Jaejoong into a fierce hug and Jaejoong's arms come to wind right around Yunho. Yunho finally lets his tears fall and Jaejoong drops the magazine onto the floor. It falls open to a wordy page of interview facing a picture of Yunho sitting at his office desk.
Is there anyone special in your life Mr Jung?
Yes. Yes there is. Come back soon, I miss you.
"I missed you." Yunho's voice is harsh, thick with tears and crying, but it's the happiest he's been.
yunho/jaejoong
angst.fluff
pg-13
comment please? ♥
this was brewing in my system for quite a while.
-
March ;
Yunho wakes up to an empty bed. There is no warmth that morning, no linger scent of strawberry shampoo on the pillow beside him. He checks the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the balcony - and then he finds it. A piece of paper torn from a notebook with only a pen holding it down.
I love you.
Is what it says, in a looping scrawl, and in three words Yunho understands. Jaejoong is gone. Yunho doesn't chase, because he knows, he knows if Jaejoong doesn't want to be found, he won't be, not until he wants to return. But Yunho is not surprised. He had seen it from the way he would often catch Jaejoong staring out into space, drifting off while in the middle of coversation - he had known it was only a matter of time, he had known. Jaejoong doesn't leave for any reason, but simply because he needs too, simply because he is Jaejoong.
Yunho doesn't cry, but he feels something rip in his chest. He isn't sure, but he thinks it is his heart.
April ;
Winter is fading, and spring starts to creep up upon the city of Seoul. Yunho has taken to washing his hair with the strawberry scented shampoo Jaejoong left behind, the bottle is almost half empty and Yunho is still alone. He still heads off to work as per normal every morning, because life still goes on, and he sits in his office from 9 to 6 everyday, reading documents, signing against papers, attending meetings.
Yunho rushes home after work everyday, because every day he hopes, he hopes when he returns everything will be set right once again, but it isn't.
So Yunho works, he works and works and works.
May ;
Yunho sends text messages to Jaejoong's phone.
Where are you? Come home soon.
Stay safe no matter where you are.
When are you coming back?
I miss you.
I love you.
He watches from the bed as the phone lights up, dancing briefly across the dresser before falling dim again. By the end of may, Jaejoong's inbox is full and Yunho presses the delete button. He never bothers charging Jaejoong's phone again.
June ;
Summer has come faster this year than it normally does. The city is bustling with activity as its dwellers pack their bags and head to the beach for vacation. Yunho remembers to cancel the booking they made in Janurary and he sits alone at home with the aircon blowing.
Yunho doesn't get a tan that Summer.
July. August. September ;
Yunho becomes quieter, everyone notices. His smiles and laughter are forced and fake, but they don't blame him. Yunho falls sick because sometimes he forgets to eat. The fridge in the kitchen starts holding more cans of beer than it does food. The apartment is stiffling.
October ;
Yoochun moves in with Yunho for the time being, and Junsu and Changmin visit frequently. After just a day, Yoochun has already memorised Yunho's daily routine. Work, home - it doesn't consist of much. Yunho laughs with his three friends when they have dinner together, be it at his house or when he is dragged out, but they can see that Yunho's smile doesn't reach his eyes.
It pains them, so they laughter louder and smile wider in attempt to make up for what is lacking.
November ;
Yunho's company hits the cover of Forbes, it was bound to eventually, but in the past year, Yunho has been working overtime at overdrive almost everyday, he is sucessful - but he doesn't feel happy, not one bit. Yunho hopes Jaejoong gets his hands on a copy of the magazine wherever he is.
That month, Yunho's buisness grows even more.
December ;
Christmas eve and Yoochun has gone back to America to visit his family, Junsu following and Changmin heads back to his hometown. Yunho sits alone in the apartment, a glass of wine in his hand. He swirls the dark red liquid as unseeing eyes fix themselves on the television screen. It is 11pm, an hour away from Christmas, Yunho has never spent a Christmas alone.
-
The clock strikes twelve and a colourful announcement broadcasts, cutting in momentarily into the free to air movie. Yunho smiles, somewhat bitterly as he raises his glass to his lips before tilting it back.
Merry fucking Christmas.
The lock turns, the door opens.
-
Jaejoong stumbles in and Yunho feels his breath catch in his throat. His hair is longer no doubt and replaced from a stunning wine red to a natural shade of black. Jaejoong drops his bags onto the floor and shuts the door behind him. He starts to walk slowly over to Yunho. Yunho doesn't speak, he can't, he just watches.
It is a well worn, tightly clutched copy of a magazine Jaejoong holds up.
"I'm sorry I'm late." his voice is still as musical as ever, and it throws Yunho from his seat.
Yunho crushes Jaejoong into a fierce hug and Jaejoong's arms come to wind right around Yunho. Yunho finally lets his tears fall and Jaejoong drops the magazine onto the floor. It falls open to a wordy page of interview facing a picture of Yunho sitting at his office desk.
Is there anyone special in your life Mr Jung?
Yes. Yes there is. Come back soon, I miss you.
"I missed you." Yunho's voice is harsh, thick with tears and crying, but it's the happiest he's been.