Kiss the Rain
Title: Kiss the Rain
Rating: G
Pairings: Jaejoong/Changmin
Word Count: 1,083
Summary Jaejoong decides it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. A sunshower, that is.
“Changmin-ah,” Jaejoong whispers, his fingers barely even peeking out of the open car window. He repeats the name again, refusing to tear his eyes off of the rain pouring down outside. His fingers are wet and cold, but the sun is out and shining. Jaejoong decides it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. A sunshower, that is.
(“Changmin!” Jaejoong laughed as he ran outside into the rain. Cold water instantly pelted at him and froze every inch of his skin it touched. Jaejoong jumped in shock. The sun was shining bright and early, so Jaejoong had honestly expected the rain to be warm to the touch. He was wrong.
The rain attacked him in chilling spears and Jaejoong ran back into the house with Changmin at his heels, cackling at his misfortune. He frowned and yelled something or another, but the boy only kept on laughing and laughing. Pouting, Jaejoong and grabbed the Changmin’s arm and dragged him along out the door.
Changmin yelled when the cold rain hit him in the face and trickled down his face but continued laughing when he discovered the magic of puddles [how they can soak someone from head to toe with only a little kick]
The two boys came back into the house drenching wet and very, very cold.)
“Close the window, hyung,” Changmin finally groans from the seat beside him, and curls up tighter into the flimsy blanket that they spread across the whole van. Jaejoong turns around and smiles at the younger boy, who squints as if the sun is in his eyes, which is actually true. Jaejoong likes to think that Changmin is squinting because of the Jaejoong in his eyes. He feels it’s more romantic that way.
“Changmin, look,” he urges quietly, sticking his hand all the way out the car window. The raindrops that hit his fingertips are freezing cold and he shivers. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Changmin doesn’t pay attention to him and instead scoots the furthest from the opened window he can, as if he’s trying to hide from the sun.
“It’s cold, hyung,” Changmin mutters, “Close the window? Please?” His eyes are shut tightly closed when Jaejoong turns around to look at him again. Wrinkles are gathered around his forehead, and Jaejoong finds the boy looking much older than the mere seventeen he truly his. He sighs and rolls the window up slowly, whispering the rain a little goodbye.
Jaejoong pulls Changmin over to him and holds the boy in his arms, stroking his hair and singing him a little lullaby. Normally Changmin would have immediately pushed him away, because Changmin is “too grown up for cuddling” but that didn’t seem to be the case this time. The boy sat quietly with his eyes closed, willing to let Jaejoong play with his hair.
(“No, hyung,” Changmin growls and pushes the older boy away. Jaejoong cracks into a smile and jumps onto Changmin from behind and tousles his hair. The boy pushes him off again, his face fixed into a mean scowl and his fingers threading through his hair in an attempt to straighten it out.
Jaejoong smiles at Yoochun who grins back at him before jumping onto the younger boy from behind, knocking him to the ground. Changmin groans and yells but Jaejoong and Yoochun are relentless, wrestling and hugging and showering him with kisses and love.
Yunho and Junsu watch, laughing at the side, but they soon join in the big group hug and everything is nice and groovy.)
Jaejoong smiles as he watches the wrinkles on Changmin’s forehead disappear with every note of the song he sings. Jaejoong sings in a soft, clear voice about beautiful things-things he calls a rarity and things he’s never even seen before. The boy’s breaths slow down and eventually even out as Jaejoong continues singing and he ends up falling asleep in Jaejoong’s embrace.
The older boy’s voice lingers on even after Changmin is fast asleep, but now he sings about something else, things he doesn’t want Changmin to hear. His eyes are no longer filled with the intensifying hope and beauty but now reflect the raindrops of uncertainty and fear. He sings of the days they used to have-of smiles and sunshowers and laughing in warm rain.
Jaejoong knows such days will never come again.
But he sings. He sings of those days and sheds tears over their loss. He sings of the days ahead and sheds tears over the unknown. Always running and driving, away and away; Jaejoong doesn’t like it. He doesn’t want to go away, he wants to go home. Home where the bed is comfy and warm, where his stomach will be full every day and there are no worries. Jaejoong doesn’t want to live like this, not in some van they stole off the street, no.
(“Louder, hyung, louder,” Changmin nudges at him with his elbow and Jaejoong blushes a deep shade of red. Yoochun is playing away at the piano and Junsu is singing at the top of his lungs beside him, but Jaejoong barely utters the lyrics to the song.
It’s odd to think of him as shy.
Changmin urges him to raise his voice, motioning with his hands in an upward motion. He grins and the older boy returns a smile, raising his voice slightly while staring into Changmin’s eyes. In those eyes, he sees the world, he sees everything and he finds love.)
A hand reaches up and brushes lightly against his cheeks to wipes his tears away.
“Hyung, don’t cry,” a raspy voice whispers, and Jaejoong tries to oblige. He rubs the tears from his eyes and curls his lips up in a smile. Changmin is looking up at him with the same big eyes that reflect the world. Jaejoong peers inside and finds his own mirror image smiling back up at him.
Changmin is too young for this kind of sadness, he thinks. But Jaejoong is not much older and wishes himself rid of such a feeling too. A teardrop lands on Changmin’s cheek but none of them pay attention. Jaejoong doesn’t wipe his eyes again and Changmin doesn’t reach up to do it for him.
Before his eyes become too blurry, Jaejoong sees Changmin lift his neck up. Their faces come close together, nearly touching and Jaejoong finds his vision blocked by tears.
Their lips touch softly and Jaejoong feels everything slip out at once.
(“I love you Changmin,”
“I know. I love you too,”)
A/N: The gift for a Secret Santa I participated in on tumblr C: