at daylight
at daylight
yunho/jaejoong, gen ot5
g; 760w.
It's nine in the morning when Yoochun opens the front door of the apartment to a rumpled Yunho, a scowling Changmin and luggage littered across the doorstep. He blinks, rubs a sleepy eye, and closes the door.
"Yoochun, you idiot, it's us! Open the fucking door," Changmin yells loud enough to wake the neighbours.
Yoochun opens the door again. "Oh, it's really you guys."
"No shit. Have you lost more brain cells since the last time I saw you?" Changmin snaps, storming into the apartment as if he had never left in the first place.
Yunho enters the apartment and places their luggage in the hallway. "Sorry, you know how he gets when he hasn't had coffee in the morning yet," he apologises.
"Dont worry, I'm already used to his mood swings," Yoochun waves a hand airily. "Besides, it's going to be you who'll be sorry when Jaejoong sees you."
Yunho's shoulders slump and he heaves a sigh, "Yeah, I know."
"Yoochun, who is it?" Jaejoong calls, coming out of the kitchen. A 'kiss the cook' apron Junsu had gotten him as a joke for his birthday is tied around his waist. The smell of fried eggs and pancakes wafts from the open door of the kitchen. He sees a sheepish-looking Yunho and takes in the luggage in the hallway. "I'm going to make tea," he announces, and walks back into the kitchen.
Yoochun pats Yunho on the back. "And that's your cue to go to hell. Good luck."
Jaejoong is puttering around the kitchen preparing breakfast when Yunho enters and says, "Hey." The kitchen looks exactly as it had done six years ago when they were trainees. The walls are painted a warm shade of yellow and sunlight pours in through window panes.
Jaejoong doesn't look up from the stove and neither does he return Yunho's greeting. "Tea?" he asks shortly, brandishing a blue teapot.
"Sure, thanks," Yunho shuffles his feet awkwardly before sitting down at the small breakfast nook. Jaejoong dumps three teaspoons of sugar and pours a bit of milk into a cup of tea, and hands it to Yunho before sitting down at the opposite side and pours himself a cup of tea. He drinks it plain without any sugar or milk.
Yunho fiddles with the handle of his mug, then clears his throat, "So. How've you been?"
Jaejoong's eyes are raw and unrelenting. "What do you want me to say, Yunho? That I've been fine? But that would be a lie."
Yunho flinches. It would have been less painful if Jaejoong had punched him in the face instead. "I'm sorry." He doesn't give any excuses for what he had not done, just like how Jaejoong doesn't give any for what he had done. After so long, there is no need for those anymore.
Jaejoong gives him a long, hard look. "I understand," he finally says. "More tea?"
Yunho smiles, "Yes, please."
And just like that, everything falls back into place.
At night, they scatter futons, blankets and pillows all over the floor of the living room and have an impromptu sleepover. They play video games and snack on junk food and have pillow fights and talk about everything and nothing. It's as if they had travelled back through time: a time when they were still bright-eyed and fresh-faced and when their dreams were bigger than their pockets.
They play silly games like strip poker and it's no surprise when Changmin wins the game with all his clothes intact and Junsu is as naked as the day he was born. Then, they play spin the bottle and take turns kissing each other, sometimes on the cheek, sometimes on the lips, and sometimes on other places.
In the midst of it all, Yoochun bursts into tears. Changmin throws popcorn at him and calls him a drama queen. Yoochun demands a group hug and everyone complies, and for all his whines and complaints, Changmin ends up hugging them the hardest and there's a tiny hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. Junsu's laughter echoes through the apartment.
They finally sleep at three twenty-seven in the morning, huddled close against each other. Somewhere during daybreak, Yunho's hand snakes through the mess of bodies and grasps Jaejoong's own tightly, fingers curling around fingers and palm against palm. Jaejoong sleeps with his heart as light as air.
When Jaejoong wakes up in the afternoon, his and Yunho's hands are still connected over limbs and blankets. He grips the hand tighter and smiles.
His life has come full circle.
yunho/jaejoong, gen ot5
g; 760w.
It's nine in the morning when Yoochun opens the front door of the apartment to a rumpled Yunho, a scowling Changmin and luggage littered across the doorstep. He blinks, rubs a sleepy eye, and closes the door.
"Yoochun, you idiot, it's us! Open the fucking door," Changmin yells loud enough to wake the neighbours.
Yoochun opens the door again. "Oh, it's really you guys."
"No shit. Have you lost more brain cells since the last time I saw you?" Changmin snaps, storming into the apartment as if he had never left in the first place.
Yunho enters the apartment and places their luggage in the hallway. "Sorry, you know how he gets when he hasn't had coffee in the morning yet," he apologises.
"Dont worry, I'm already used to his mood swings," Yoochun waves a hand airily. "Besides, it's going to be you who'll be sorry when Jaejoong sees you."
Yunho's shoulders slump and he heaves a sigh, "Yeah, I know."
"Yoochun, who is it?" Jaejoong calls, coming out of the kitchen. A 'kiss the cook' apron Junsu had gotten him as a joke for his birthday is tied around his waist. The smell of fried eggs and pancakes wafts from the open door of the kitchen. He sees a sheepish-looking Yunho and takes in the luggage in the hallway. "I'm going to make tea," he announces, and walks back into the kitchen.
Yoochun pats Yunho on the back. "And that's your cue to go to hell. Good luck."
Jaejoong is puttering around the kitchen preparing breakfast when Yunho enters and says, "Hey." The kitchen looks exactly as it had done six years ago when they were trainees. The walls are painted a warm shade of yellow and sunlight pours in through window panes.
Jaejoong doesn't look up from the stove and neither does he return Yunho's greeting. "Tea?" he asks shortly, brandishing a blue teapot.
"Sure, thanks," Yunho shuffles his feet awkwardly before sitting down at the small breakfast nook. Jaejoong dumps three teaspoons of sugar and pours a bit of milk into a cup of tea, and hands it to Yunho before sitting down at the opposite side and pours himself a cup of tea. He drinks it plain without any sugar or milk.
Yunho fiddles with the handle of his mug, then clears his throat, "So. How've you been?"
Jaejoong's eyes are raw and unrelenting. "What do you want me to say, Yunho? That I've been fine? But that would be a lie."
Yunho flinches. It would have been less painful if Jaejoong had punched him in the face instead. "I'm sorry." He doesn't give any excuses for what he had not done, just like how Jaejoong doesn't give any for what he had done. After so long, there is no need for those anymore.
Jaejoong gives him a long, hard look. "I understand," he finally says. "More tea?"
Yunho smiles, "Yes, please."
And just like that, everything falls back into place.
At night, they scatter futons, blankets and pillows all over the floor of the living room and have an impromptu sleepover. They play video games and snack on junk food and have pillow fights and talk about everything and nothing. It's as if they had travelled back through time: a time when they were still bright-eyed and fresh-faced and when their dreams were bigger than their pockets.
They play silly games like strip poker and it's no surprise when Changmin wins the game with all his clothes intact and Junsu is as naked as the day he was born. Then, they play spin the bottle and take turns kissing each other, sometimes on the cheek, sometimes on the lips, and sometimes on other places.
In the midst of it all, Yoochun bursts into tears. Changmin throws popcorn at him and calls him a drama queen. Yoochun demands a group hug and everyone complies, and for all his whines and complaints, Changmin ends up hugging them the hardest and there's a tiny hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. Junsu's laughter echoes through the apartment.
They finally sleep at three twenty-seven in the morning, huddled close against each other. Somewhere during daybreak, Yunho's hand snakes through the mess of bodies and grasps Jaejoong's own tightly, fingers curling around fingers and palm against palm. Jaejoong sleeps with his heart as light as air.
When Jaejoong wakes up in the afternoon, his and Yunho's hands are still connected over limbs and blankets. He grips the hand tighter and smiles.
His life has come full circle.