Airplanes » oneshot.
Airplanes.
Yunho/Jaejoong.
PG, romance, slight angst, happy ending (I guess).
Jaejoong could really use a wish right now...
[obviously this is very based on the song 'Airplanes' by B.O.B and Hayley Williams, I mean, I even use the lyrics, man...]
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish,
To go back to a place much simpler than this,
Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin',
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion,
And all the pandemonium and all the madness,
There comes a time where you fade into the blackness.
And when you're staring at that phone in your lap,
And you hoping but them people never call you back.
3:50am.
Your breath hits the glass of the cold window, which is the only thing blocking you from freefalling towards the stupidly busy streets, immediately misting up and blocking your beautiful view of the night time activity of LA. You'd become to love it in a bittersweet way - but that's how everything seemed to be these days. You loved things for the wrong reasons. The dreams you'd fought for what had seemed your whole life came true, but that was not what you'd expected. And now you were free, supposedly. But even that had been spoilt by some kind of venomous idea, that you weren't even sure was worth it anymore.
Yoochun and Junsu had been quiet lately, ever since you'd touched down in America. On the plane, they'd slept clasping each other's hands underneath their shared blanket to avoid any unneeded attention, especially not at times like this. But maybe they'd done it to shield it from your watery eyes, knowing full well that if you'd seen it, it could've caused a small malfunction in your brain, and yes, you knew that they were right. Yet you still knew that it was happening. You're not that dense. Observing every single exchange of touch or speech between them seemed your favourite pastime at the moment - besides daydreaming - just because it gave you something to do.
Your thoughts have wandered a lot like that recently. Making mountains from molehills. If Yoochun forgets to clean his bowl of cereal, you'll have a freak out. If Junsu laughs a litte louder than necessary, you assumed that fan girls back in Korea could hear him and that they'd follow, they'd know where you were and you'd be exposed once again. Not that they didn't have a good idea already, anyway. And your paranoia wasn't just annoying the other two... it was getting on your nerves as well.
It wasn't supposed to feel more constricted, your breathing wasn't supposed to become even more laboured and you didn't want to feel forced to breaking point. Regret filled your lungs with every heavy breath you took, but at the same time you knew you were taking steps forwards. To a fresh start. The stage would welcome you with open arms and you knew that the three of you would embrace it tightly, just as long as it lasted long enough to forget for a little while. Forget that he hadn't called and forget that you were a million miles away.
But that's just how the story unfolds,
You get another hand soon after you fold,
And when your plans unravel,
And they sayin' what would you wish for,
If you had one chance.
4:17am.
The sound of a door creaking open tore your eyes from the window and as you turned around, you were met with a face full of Yoochun.
"It's hot in here, hyung. Why haven't you turned on the air conditioning?" He steps forward to stand beside you. He'd always stood beside you. When you were performing, when you were being interviewed, when you had an argument with him and you didn't feel like speaking to anyone else, Yoochun had always been there with his encouraging face and wide forehead.
Instead of answering his question, your head comes into contact with the glass your gaze was intent on sticking to, continuing to stare at the illuminated city you remember visiting once ebfore. When there was more of you, when you felt more alive, when you were young and... unknowing.
It was different now. Uncomfortable. But that's how everything seemed to be these days.
"I can't say that I know exactly how you feel now, Jaejoong." Yoochun says slowly, resting his elbows next to yours on the windowsill, "But I can take a good guess. We're almost the same."
You sigh, "I feel incomplete. Empty. I'm only here for the stage. Not because of the 'showbiz' or the money, not even because we're supposed to be free now, just because it keeps me sane. I don't need to explain that to you though. I know you feel the same."
Yoochun nods and smiles gently, the smile that he saves for moments like this. You know that smile well. He's shown it more than enough times for you and you suddenly realise why Junsu can't even attempt to stop himself from melting into a pile of goo when Yoochun is around. You've experienced the same with someone... else...
"Is that why Yunho decided to be in Goong? For the stage? And Changmin, what about him? He hasn't got that chance. Apart from SMTown." Your thoughts linger on the certain long-legged eating machine that was your youngest member of the group you adore so dearly, wondering if he was just sitting at home spending his time watching endless episodes of One Piece and reading Bleach, "Is that our fault, Yoochun-ah? Are we to blame that they have to look for other places for the stage, for their sanctuary?"
Yoochun gives you the same treatment that you dished out to him, shushing you instead of answering. You know he's scared to answer and that he believes what you suggested too, but he's got to be the strong one when he knows you can't be.
"Why are you awake, anyway? It's gone four o'clock in the morning!" You complain at his bad behaviour as a good son, but maybe that's just it. You don't have your proper family anymore. As if the parents had divorced and the children had become rebellious. That's exactly how it felt.
"Stop fretting, Umma." Yoochun laughs, resting his chin on his hands as he gazes out into the foreign world, watching all the people who were driving to their families after working night shifts - people who were free, just like you were now, "You should be asleep too. I can see giant bags under your eyes - bags bigger than the shopping carriers you bring back after one of your weekly sprees. And that's saying something."
You can't help but laugh at that slightly, hugging yourself to make sure that you don't fall apart from this sick whirlwind of emotions.
Reaching over, Yoochun wraps an arm around you the way he does when you know he's trying to hold you together too, and he'll reassure you and he'll be right and you'll going to get annoyed but you don't care because it's Yoochun, and if you don't love Yoochun, you can't love anything.
"It was our decision to take the lawsuit against SM. For us, it got too much. If Yunho and Changmin were fairly happy with the way their careers were heading, then we can't blame them for not wanting to join us. No, don't argue, just listen. Just like they won't complain for what we did. We're brothers - and it takes more than a disagreement to break brothers apart. Now, physically, we are seperate from them. But that's only for now. We're the rising gods of the east, we are inseperable, we are destiny. And no one, not even contracts or lawsuits, will be able to stop us when we meet again. We folded our opportunity as Dong Bang Shin Ki, but got another chance as JYJ - they're going to get the same chance with SM, because Changmin and Yunho have done nothing wrong to them. For now, we have to be patient. Everyone has rough moments in their lives and I know it seems to happen to you more than the rest of us, like when you hurt your knee and when you were suspended from our activities and before you even auditioned, but that means you of all people know that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. And all you need to do is believe that, and I promise you Jaejoong, it'll all be so much better soon."
Your vision has blurred because of the truth and when you realise exactly where you are, you've found yourself sobbing into Yoochun's pyjamas... or Junsu's pyjamas, because he has a tendency to borrow them for the ducks covering the bottoms.
"Why doesn't he call, Yoochun-ah?" You ask desperately, cheeks flushed from the emotion wracking your brain and the twisted thoughts of something having happened to the two other men you left in Korea without you knowing about it, making your stomach twist and turn in waves of increasing displeasure.
"Phone calls work both ways, hyung." Yoochun says, silencing any kind of continuation of your point on the tip of your tongue, "Just call him."
"It's late there now." You argue, knowing that you'd never be brave enough to call him.
Yoochun nods, understanding your train of though instantly. He can figure you out with just a blink of an eye. You hate him for it and he knows you do, just by the smirk he currently sports, but you remain in his hold, because that's the safest place you want to be right now.
Can we pretend that airplanes,
in the night sky,
are like shooting stars,
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes,
in the night sky,
are like shooting stars,
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
4:40am.
"Sleep, hyung. Sleep makes the nights go faster." Yoochun says tenderly as you untangle yourself from his hold and he pats your shoulder.
"But what makes the days go faster?"
He shakes his head, a pitiful smile gracing his lips because you knew he wouldn't know the answer. He continues his smile as he leans backwards, holding onto the window sill for support. You know he wants you to sleep more than anything else. His expression is uneasy. Because he's seen you trip whilst practicing dance routines and he's watched your fingers fall over themselves whilst playing the piano, and you're flawless so it comes as a surprise. He wants an explaination, a reason, just so he can use his 100% successful convincing skills.
You give him what he wants, muttering nervously under your breath, "I... I don't sleep just in case I miss a call from him... during the night. The time difference is stupid and Yunho-yah... he... is very forgetful... he might accidentally call at two in the morning. It's a hopeless dream... but I can still wish, right?"
"Of course you can, Jaejoong-ah."
Your eye catches a light in the sky and you sigh again, this time in disappointment, wishing you weren't so obvious in front of Yoochun.
"I'm surprised you aren't bored of planes already. I'm pretty bored." he says, his eyes following the lights you are and trying to make a joke of it.
"For a moment then, I really thought that that was a shooting star. That maybe it was my saviour and I could wish to have Yunho and Changmin with us, here, now. Or even just a call, just one call..." You sigh, glancing at your feet in embarrassment at your confession, "Can't we pretend, Yoochun-ah? I could really use a wish right now..."
"You'll get your wish, hyung." He says as he kisses your temple and turns to leave, knowing that he won't be able to convince you to go back to bed, not when it's possible that Yunho is staring at the same moon as you at the same time you are.
5:01am.
You've not moved. Hardly breathed. Yoochun seemed to leave you years ago, and yet you'd spent that time just watching aeroplanes pass your hotel window, wishing for the same thing every single time whilst damning your supertition and paranoia.
But you're called out of your silent reverie by that familiar sound, the second sound you've been longing to hear the most, that could well lead you to the first. And as you jump towards the ringing device lying on the living room table, you think that maybe airplanes are better than shooting stars anyway.
"Yunho-yah?"
"Hey baby... I... I'm sorry."
So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late.
I'm on my way so don't close that gate.
If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight,
and I'll be right back at it by the end of the night.
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So yeah. I know that fics like this are kinda sad, and there's a lot. I just couldn't help myself once I'd heard this song.
Thanks for reading, even if you don't comment. <3