This Is Not a Love Song; Track One
Jaejoong/FC
Just for leebbeunee because I love her so much. I wrote this a very long time ago, when Jaejoong's tattoo extensions were first revealed and we predicted what it was. We were right about it being words after all.
Note: She is not Yoobin from Wonder Girls :)
Track One
“Please just let me see what your new extension says?” You whine some more, frustrated at how he still refuses to reveal his new tattoo extensions. You want to see it so bad, and he really isn’t cooperating with you. You strain your eyes at his back, boring holes into his singlet. There’s a vague idea of the extension’s shape from all that painful scrutinizing, so it makes you more determined than ever to get a peek.
“It looks kinda like words from here…Ah!”
“We’re having salad, steak and jjigae for dinner tonight,” he says over his shoulder, nonchalant about your issue with his tattoo. You snort, tracing nonsensical patterns on the large sofa while maintaining your gaze on his back. You don’t have anything to do or distract you and raging curiosity starts to bite on your back.
“Why so random?”
“Because you don’t ever know what you want,” he starts, pausing for just a short moment just so you can digest his words and then he continues, “And because I want to give you everything, love.”
His (cheesy) words twitch your lips into a smile, and you forget all about Jaejoong’s tattoo. Grabbing a stuffed elephant that you can’t remember where or who it came from, you play with its trunk and abuse the toy’s ears a little.
More restless by the second, you suck in a deep breath, the fragrant aroma of boiling soup entering your nostrils. Yet another reason why this man is so dear to you - he makes up for your failure in cooking infinity times over.
You shuffle lazily across the connected kitchen and living hall space, moving behind pretty much the man of your life. Simply put, you can’t remember when you didn’t love him the way you do.
He’s leaning against the kitchen counters, and you have a sudden urge to play with his hair. Jaejoong’s black tresses cover most but not all of his neck, making the skin just below the border where his hair reaches its end stand out, so fair it seems almost translucent.
“Ahh…” you hug his waist from behind, resting your head on his warm back, where you barely reach his shoulder blades. The motion gives him a scare and he jumps a little in response.
“You scared me!” He exclaims, now fussing over the salad dressing that was flicked onto his lower arm before.
“Gotcha,” you tease, not removing your latch on his waist. He’s so warm all the time, and you rub your cheek on his back up and down like a child.
Jaejoong stops mixing the salad, smiling to himself at your puppy-like affection. He doesn’t know what to say, and just stays still for you to hug him.
You take advantage of the situation, tugging at the straps of Jaejoong’s black singlet to the side, but it wasn’t enough for even a glimpse of the tiny words - you don’t get to see a thing before Jaejoong whips around to face you.
“Sneaaaaaky, aren’t you?” He tsks, resting his muscled arms on either side of your model-sized waist, pulling you closer to him. You’re shocked, but you don’t protest.
“Buuuut I’m reaaaally curious…” you whine further, shamelessly pouting to earn sympathy points. A second later you can’t put up the act anymore and burst out laughing at yourself, and Jaejoong suddenly bends down, leaning in for a hug.
He catches you by surprise, tugging a lock of your dark hair behind your ear, whispering, “It’s really only permanent ink markings on my skin…to show how much I love you, ‘Bin.”
Oh god, he’s turning into a block of cheese again. You hate it when he does, because lines like that sound very much like those overused dialogues in speeches that would send a girl flying in happiness. Or like those so common in novels, those that never fail to make your heart thump so fast so hard until the last word of the sentence draws your lips into a smile.
You think it’s very superficial, and you really don’t want the relationship between you and Jaejoong to be that way but just because he’s Jaejoong, you still can’t help but blush and smile at his words.
The close contact of his soft lips makes your skin tingle very slightly, causing blood to rush to your cheek capillaries, flushing colours of pink into them.
“Oppa, has anyone told you how cheesy you are?”
He trails a finger down the curve of your ear, and before you can say anything more about it, occupies your lips with his own. You’re speechless, and you still are after Jaejoong pushes you away gently to resume his attention on the pot.
His lips tasted like fireworks, hot like a flame, and you hate how his kisses - just like the simile, the fireworks - always had to end.
Just for leebbeunee because I love her so much. I wrote this a very long time ago, when Jaejoong's tattoo extensions were first revealed and we predicted what it was. We were right about it being words after all.
Note: She is not Yoobin from Wonder Girls :)
Track One
“Please just let me see what your new extension says?” You whine some more, frustrated at how he still refuses to reveal his new tattoo extensions. You want to see it so bad, and he really isn’t cooperating with you. You strain your eyes at his back, boring holes into his singlet. There’s a vague idea of the extension’s shape from all that painful scrutinizing, so it makes you more determined than ever to get a peek.
“It looks kinda like words from here…Ah!”
“We’re having salad, steak and jjigae for dinner tonight,” he says over his shoulder, nonchalant about your issue with his tattoo. You snort, tracing nonsensical patterns on the large sofa while maintaining your gaze on his back. You don’t have anything to do or distract you and raging curiosity starts to bite on your back.
“Why so random?”
“Because you don’t ever know what you want,” he starts, pausing for just a short moment just so you can digest his words and then he continues, “And because I want to give you everything, love.”
His (cheesy) words twitch your lips into a smile, and you forget all about Jaejoong’s tattoo. Grabbing a stuffed elephant that you can’t remember where or who it came from, you play with its trunk and abuse the toy’s ears a little.
More restless by the second, you suck in a deep breath, the fragrant aroma of boiling soup entering your nostrils. Yet another reason why this man is so dear to you - he makes up for your failure in cooking infinity times over.
You shuffle lazily across the connected kitchen and living hall space, moving behind pretty much the man of your life. Simply put, you can’t remember when you didn’t love him the way you do.
He’s leaning against the kitchen counters, and you have a sudden urge to play with his hair. Jaejoong’s black tresses cover most but not all of his neck, making the skin just below the border where his hair reaches its end stand out, so fair it seems almost translucent.
“Ahh…” you hug his waist from behind, resting your head on his warm back, where you barely reach his shoulder blades. The motion gives him a scare and he jumps a little in response.
“You scared me!” He exclaims, now fussing over the salad dressing that was flicked onto his lower arm before.
“Gotcha,” you tease, not removing your latch on his waist. He’s so warm all the time, and you rub your cheek on his back up and down like a child.
Jaejoong stops mixing the salad, smiling to himself at your puppy-like affection. He doesn’t know what to say, and just stays still for you to hug him.
You take advantage of the situation, tugging at the straps of Jaejoong’s black singlet to the side, but it wasn’t enough for even a glimpse of the tiny words - you don’t get to see a thing before Jaejoong whips around to face you.
“Sneaaaaaky, aren’t you?” He tsks, resting his muscled arms on either side of your model-sized waist, pulling you closer to him. You’re shocked, but you don’t protest.
“Buuuut I’m reaaaally curious…” you whine further, shamelessly pouting to earn sympathy points. A second later you can’t put up the act anymore and burst out laughing at yourself, and Jaejoong suddenly bends down, leaning in for a hug.
He catches you by surprise, tugging a lock of your dark hair behind your ear, whispering, “It’s really only permanent ink markings on my skin…to show how much I love you, ‘Bin.”
Oh god, he’s turning into a block of cheese again. You hate it when he does, because lines like that sound very much like those overused dialogues in speeches that would send a girl flying in happiness. Or like those so common in novels, those that never fail to make your heart thump so fast so hard until the last word of the sentence draws your lips into a smile.
You think it’s very superficial, and you really don’t want the relationship between you and Jaejoong to be that way but just because he’s Jaejoong, you still can’t help but blush and smile at his words.
The close contact of his soft lips makes your skin tingle very slightly, causing blood to rush to your cheek capillaries, flushing colours of pink into them.
“Oppa, has anyone told you how cheesy you are?”
He trails a finger down the curve of your ear, and before you can say anything more about it, occupies your lips with his own. You’re speechless, and you still are after Jaejoong pushes you away gently to resume his attention on the pot.
His lips tasted like fireworks, hot like a flame, and you hate how his kisses - just like the simile, the fireworks - always had to end.