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drowning in honey,
246 words | yoochun-centric, jaechun (one-sided), jaesu (..uh,) angst, ants, and false hopes, pg
they learn quiet early on that jaejoong is either unbridled enthusiasm or dramatic misery. he visits emotions in extremes; they radiate off of him, and the radiation seeps into the unaware pores of all that surround him. when a silence eats away at the dinner table or conference room, jaejoong is the one to spark chatter by saying something optimistically stupid, because that's what he's good at.
junsu is captivated by it, and hangs off of his every word like a kid with a crush, following jaejoong around, face flushing into pastels when he brushes into the older man by chance. when jaejoong talks, he's all ears, and his head bobs in mindless obedience.
(yoochun hangs on to them, too, but he's an ant drowning in honey, struggling to get out of it and into something less sweet and life-threatening.)
he tries not to let it bother him when jaejoong takes a liking to the younger boy, and keeps him on hand like a new prada purse, but hugs and touches and shy grins can only be defended to point. when that point is crossed, yunho has his arms crossed and is saying, "i thought we were supposed to be the 'couple' of the group," and "cheating on me with our 'son,' boojae?", but there's a warmth in his voice that shines approval and happiness and acceptance and acknowledgement and-
-yoochun makes excuses and holds on to false hopes, because that's what he's good at.
246 words | yoochun-centric, jaechun (one-sided), jaesu (..uh,) angst, ants, and false hopes, pg
they learn quiet early on that jaejoong is either unbridled enthusiasm or dramatic misery. he visits emotions in extremes; they radiate off of him, and the radiation seeps into the unaware pores of all that surround him. when a silence eats away at the dinner table or conference room, jaejoong is the one to spark chatter by saying something optimistically stupid, because that's what he's good at.
junsu is captivated by it, and hangs off of his every word like a kid with a crush, following jaejoong around, face flushing into pastels when he brushes into the older man by chance. when jaejoong talks, he's all ears, and his head bobs in mindless obedience.
(yoochun hangs on to them, too, but he's an ant drowning in honey, struggling to get out of it and into something less sweet and life-threatening.)
he tries not to let it bother him when jaejoong takes a liking to the younger boy, and keeps him on hand like a new prada purse, but hugs and touches and shy grins can only be defended to point. when that point is crossed, yunho has his arms crossed and is saying, "i thought we were supposed to be the 'couple' of the group," and "cheating on me with our 'son,' boojae?", but there's a warmth in his voice that shines approval and happiness and acceptance and acknowledgement and-
-yoochun makes excuses and holds on to false hopes, because that's what he's good at.