Seeing With the Heart [oneshot]
Just on an unrelated note, I'm totally retarded, and I've only just worked out how to use the filters and junk for LJ (after only 5 years on LJ~! GO ME!), and so yeah, I've worked it out and will actually start adding friends back now. haha, I suck. :D
Title: Seeing With the Heart
Rating: G
Form: Oneshot
Words: 1,095
Pairings: Yunjae
Genre: bitersweet fluff/angst meld
Summary: Jaejoong tries to see with his heart, rather then his eyes. Yunho doesn't get it.
When Yunho comes to the bedroom door to look in, Jaejoong is sitting on the bed, silently, with his eyes closed. It’s odd, because Jaejoong is not one for silence, or for stillness. Even when he daydreams, he fidgets, swaying back and forth in his seat and blowing chipmunk faces.
“Jaejoongie, what are you doing?” He asks as he walks into the bedroom, bemused. Jaejoong’s face lights up at his voice, but he does not open his eyes.
“Yunnie?” He queries, and raises an arm, making come-hither gestures with his hands. Yunho comes, slipping his hand into the outstretched one and feeling the dry, soft hand of his lover. Jaejoong covers the back of his hand with his free one, cupping it and running his finger tips across his palm and the dip of each knuckle. Yunho’s brow furrows, confused. He opens his mouth to ask again what Jae is doing, but Jaejoong beats him to it.
“Sit with me.” He invites, patting the bed beside him. He’s smiling up at Yunho, face open but his eyes still puzzlingly closed. Yunho sits, and Jaejoong feels the dip in the bed at the extra weight. He uses his grip on Yunho’s hand as a starting point, trailing his fingers up the attached arm, over the soft cotton of Yunho’s t-shirt and the rounded curve of his bicep, over his shoulder and to his neck. The other hand joins it there, and they cup Yunho’s face.
Yunho just stares at Jaejoong, watching his deliberate movements and wondering what thoughts his strange lover conjures. Jaejoong’s fingers run over the curve of his jaw, his fingertips feeling the slight prickling that indicates Yunho needs another shave. They move over Yunho’s high cheekbones and the sharp draw of the side of his face. In his mind, Jaejoong constructs a picture of what he feels, matching the findings of his fingers with what he knows to be there.
It feels really weird, having someone poke at your face, even the sort of gentle poking that Jaejoong’s careful fingers are doing. Yunho brings up his own hand, catching Jaejoong’s wrist and halting the movement.
“Jaejoong… what are you doing?” He asks again. Jaejoong smiles, turning the hand in his grasp to run the back of his hand over Yunho’s cheek in a loving caress.
“I’m seeing you with my heart, instead of my eyes.” He explains. Yunho’s face quirks into an expression of fond exasperation, wondering where Jaejoong gets these funny ideas. It’s hard not to indulge him though, when he’s looking at Yunho with such open trust. So Yunho’s hand drops away, and lets Jaejoong’s explorations continue.
“What do you see then, Boo?” He asks, playing along. Jaejoong smiles at the unsaid acquiescence, and trails his fingers over the ridge of Yunho’s brow.
“I see…” there’s a light touch back on his jaw again, tracing the line of it. “I see a strong, sloping jaw that sets hard with determination and drive.” A thumb runs over Yunho’s lower lip, followed by light tickling touches over his upper lip, Jaejoong’s middle finger sliding down the valley it finds there. “I see two sweet, full lips that smile on the world.” Yunho grins at the words, and Jaejoong’s fingers rush to fall into the lines it creates on his face, and the rise of his cheeks. “I see care and laughter.” Jaejoong goes on, softer now. The fingers trail up further, over his cheekbones once again and sweeping up to his forehead. “I see the remnants of worry and stress, of late nights and long meetings.” Yunho’s smile slowly fades as Jaejoong’s tone somehow changes, and he feels like this isn’t some mere game anymore. A lone finger trails down the bridge of his nose and thumbs sweep across his eyebrows. “I see full dark brows, that jump and move - expressive and kind.” The touch is gentle and light, slowing to let Yunho’s eyes slide close. His eyelids flutter at the soft touches over them, the brush of a finger tip over his short lashes. “I see small eyes,” There’s a tiny snort from Yunho - he knows he’s got small eyes, damn it, especially compared to Jaejoong’s large, expressive ones. Jaejoong pushes on before he can protest though, and he stills his words. “small eyes, that see the world so large. Eyes that see the possibility in everything, the promise in everyone.”
Jaejoong swallows as he speaks, and then purses his lips abruptly. He quickly shakes off the expression before he lets his fingers wander back down, splaying over Yunho’s cheeks and letting his eyes open. Yunho looks back into Jaejoong’s face, somewhat taken aback by his lover’s observations. They sound like more then Jaejoong’s random musings, and yet, Yunho cannot for the life of him see what this is all meant to mean. Jaejoong’s thumbs align with the corners of his mouth, and Jaejoong leans forward to press a soft, chaste kiss on Yunho’s lips. “I see my best friend, the man I love.” He says against Yunho’s mouth as he pulls back, his eyes fluttering open.
It’s bright, and it takes him a few moments to adjust, finding Yunho’s face the first thing he sees once the spots go away. The face before him is the face he had constructed, down to the fine lines in Yunho’s brow and the mole by his lip. He sighs in relief, and smiles at the handsome visage of his love. Yunho is giving him a bemused, but loving look, and sweeps Jaejoong into a warm hug.
“You are a strange one, Boo, but I love you too.” Yunho says, finding it an appropriate response. What Jaejoong ‘sees’ in him is flattering, and makes him want to work all the harder at being just that, so that it’s what Jaejoong will always see when he looks at Yunho. He gives Jaejoong one last squeeze before clapping Jae on the thigh and standing up. “Come on then, we’re going to be late for dinner otherwise.” He says easily. “I need to call Yoochun and make sure it’s 7 we’re meant to meet them - I can’t remember what we decided on…” He rambles as he leaves the room, ambling down the hallway to find his phone.
Behind him, Jaejoong squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, and opens them again, blinking. The fuzzy form of Yunho’s back is still bleeding in and out of darkness, and Jaejoong quickly closes his eyes again. He focuses on his image of Yunho’s face that he sees in his heart, and ignores the failing images of his eyes.
Title: Seeing With the Heart
Rating: G
Form: Oneshot
Words: 1,095
Pairings: Yunjae
Genre: bitersweet fluff/angst meld
Summary: Jaejoong tries to see with his heart, rather then his eyes. Yunho doesn't get it.
When Yunho comes to the bedroom door to look in, Jaejoong is sitting on the bed, silently, with his eyes closed. It’s odd, because Jaejoong is not one for silence, or for stillness. Even when he daydreams, he fidgets, swaying back and forth in his seat and blowing chipmunk faces.
“Jaejoongie, what are you doing?” He asks as he walks into the bedroom, bemused. Jaejoong’s face lights up at his voice, but he does not open his eyes.
“Yunnie?” He queries, and raises an arm, making come-hither gestures with his hands. Yunho comes, slipping his hand into the outstretched one and feeling the dry, soft hand of his lover. Jaejoong covers the back of his hand with his free one, cupping it and running his finger tips across his palm and the dip of each knuckle. Yunho’s brow furrows, confused. He opens his mouth to ask again what Jae is doing, but Jaejoong beats him to it.
“Sit with me.” He invites, patting the bed beside him. He’s smiling up at Yunho, face open but his eyes still puzzlingly closed. Yunho sits, and Jaejoong feels the dip in the bed at the extra weight. He uses his grip on Yunho’s hand as a starting point, trailing his fingers up the attached arm, over the soft cotton of Yunho’s t-shirt and the rounded curve of his bicep, over his shoulder and to his neck. The other hand joins it there, and they cup Yunho’s face.
Yunho just stares at Jaejoong, watching his deliberate movements and wondering what thoughts his strange lover conjures. Jaejoong’s fingers run over the curve of his jaw, his fingertips feeling the slight prickling that indicates Yunho needs another shave. They move over Yunho’s high cheekbones and the sharp draw of the side of his face. In his mind, Jaejoong constructs a picture of what he feels, matching the findings of his fingers with what he knows to be there.
It feels really weird, having someone poke at your face, even the sort of gentle poking that Jaejoong’s careful fingers are doing. Yunho brings up his own hand, catching Jaejoong’s wrist and halting the movement.
“Jaejoong… what are you doing?” He asks again. Jaejoong smiles, turning the hand in his grasp to run the back of his hand over Yunho’s cheek in a loving caress.
“I’m seeing you with my heart, instead of my eyes.” He explains. Yunho’s face quirks into an expression of fond exasperation, wondering where Jaejoong gets these funny ideas. It’s hard not to indulge him though, when he’s looking at Yunho with such open trust. So Yunho’s hand drops away, and lets Jaejoong’s explorations continue.
“What do you see then, Boo?” He asks, playing along. Jaejoong smiles at the unsaid acquiescence, and trails his fingers over the ridge of Yunho’s brow.
“I see…” there’s a light touch back on his jaw again, tracing the line of it. “I see a strong, sloping jaw that sets hard with determination and drive.” A thumb runs over Yunho’s lower lip, followed by light tickling touches over his upper lip, Jaejoong’s middle finger sliding down the valley it finds there. “I see two sweet, full lips that smile on the world.” Yunho grins at the words, and Jaejoong’s fingers rush to fall into the lines it creates on his face, and the rise of his cheeks. “I see care and laughter.” Jaejoong goes on, softer now. The fingers trail up further, over his cheekbones once again and sweeping up to his forehead. “I see the remnants of worry and stress, of late nights and long meetings.” Yunho’s smile slowly fades as Jaejoong’s tone somehow changes, and he feels like this isn’t some mere game anymore. A lone finger trails down the bridge of his nose and thumbs sweep across his eyebrows. “I see full dark brows, that jump and move - expressive and kind.” The touch is gentle and light, slowing to let Yunho’s eyes slide close. His eyelids flutter at the soft touches over them, the brush of a finger tip over his short lashes. “I see small eyes,” There’s a tiny snort from Yunho - he knows he’s got small eyes, damn it, especially compared to Jaejoong’s large, expressive ones. Jaejoong pushes on before he can protest though, and he stills his words. “small eyes, that see the world so large. Eyes that see the possibility in everything, the promise in everyone.”
Jaejoong swallows as he speaks, and then purses his lips abruptly. He quickly shakes off the expression before he lets his fingers wander back down, splaying over Yunho’s cheeks and letting his eyes open. Yunho looks back into Jaejoong’s face, somewhat taken aback by his lover’s observations. They sound like more then Jaejoong’s random musings, and yet, Yunho cannot for the life of him see what this is all meant to mean. Jaejoong’s thumbs align with the corners of his mouth, and Jaejoong leans forward to press a soft, chaste kiss on Yunho’s lips. “I see my best friend, the man I love.” He says against Yunho’s mouth as he pulls back, his eyes fluttering open.
It’s bright, and it takes him a few moments to adjust, finding Yunho’s face the first thing he sees once the spots go away. The face before him is the face he had constructed, down to the fine lines in Yunho’s brow and the mole by his lip. He sighs in relief, and smiles at the handsome visage of his love. Yunho is giving him a bemused, but loving look, and sweeps Jaejoong into a warm hug.
“You are a strange one, Boo, but I love you too.” Yunho says, finding it an appropriate response. What Jaejoong ‘sees’ in him is flattering, and makes him want to work all the harder at being just that, so that it’s what Jaejoong will always see when he looks at Yunho. He gives Jaejoong one last squeeze before clapping Jae on the thigh and standing up. “Come on then, we’re going to be late for dinner otherwise.” He says easily. “I need to call Yoochun and make sure it’s 7 we’re meant to meet them - I can’t remember what we decided on…” He rambles as he leaves the room, ambling down the hallway to find his phone.
Behind him, Jaejoong squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, and opens them again, blinking. The fuzzy form of Yunho’s back is still bleeding in and out of darkness, and Jaejoong quickly closes his eyes again. He focuses on his image of Yunho’s face that he sees in his heart, and ignores the failing images of his eyes.