[fic] Teenage Dream
Title: Teenage Dream
Genre: romance/humour/fluff
Chapters: 6/6
Rating: R-ish?
Pairings: YunJae/JunChun
Summary: Yunho's young and eager. Yunho's too young and too eager for Jaejoong
a/n: I'm sick and I feel dead. I should start writing oneshots again. And Jaejoong is unsurprisingly dramatic.
'Aww, I can't believe you chased the kid away' Yoochun says as he toasts with Junsu before downing his beer.
'With that you surely meant that I did the right thing and you're congratulating me, right?' Jaejoong huffs in return.
He can't help his frustration when Yoochun sputters all over his table and lets out a loud naaah at that.
'What he meant-' without bothering to let his friend finish, Junsu jumps into the conversation, 'is that you're mean. And that's that' and he pours the content of his bottle on Jaejoong's plant.
'Why would you-' the older reaches out in a hopeless attempt to save it but Junsu shoots him a bright smile that burns him like the Sun.
'Never mind. I can't believe you two came here'
Which is absolutely unbelievable. It's been some time and Jaejoong's head is hurting only slightly less than his heart, and he wants them both gone. They are like a painful reminder of his loneliness and misery and he's not sure what he's talking about anymore. It's been almost two weeks since the incident and Yunho hasn't contacted him even once. It's disappointing, although it should have been a relief.
Yoochun opens another bottle out of way too many.
'So... what have you been doing these past few days? You surely didn't answer your phone.. or update your twitter,' he adds after a moment of thinking. 'At one point we though you were dead'
'I'm not dead' Jaejoong mumbles back, making a mental note that he needs to update his loyal followers of his well-being although his well-being is not doing well.
'It's just... I've been composing'
Nonstop. Without a break for food or sleep. He feels barely alive.
'There's just all these ideas- I wants to get out before they're gone'
'Oh yes, our Jaejoong-ssi is a real artist,' Junsu says in a voice boardering on sarcasm, 'he's always like this when he's miserable. Remember that Japanese guy he had a fling for a month or something? I think he composed Get out for him'
'Did not' Jaejoong santa to protest but Yoochun's faster and he claps his hands together in unrivaled joy.
'Right! I remember that' he laughs, giddy like a child on the Christmas eve, 'he was absolutely pathetic when he called me. Told me he needs my help for this one track and when I got there he's like get out! in this really serious voice and I'm confused of course and ask him What do you mean get out? I just got here! to which he turns to me with these sunken in eyes and solemnly says ... it's a song. Oh man, and he insisted on adding the 'you're never going to find true love' part!'
Junsu erupts in high pitched squeaks which make Jaejoong fear for the dogs in the neighborhood.
'Enough' he takes the bottle from the younger, downing the liquid in an attempt to sooth his bruised pride. The story is not even remotely funny. So what if he can't help being influenced by his past relationships when composing?
'Are you both having fun?' he mutters when the laughter dies down.
'Oh, Barbara, you know we love you. It's just that you always do this to yourself'
Which is not true.
'Do not'
'Baby, you do' Junsu pats his shoulder, looking over at Yoochun for support.
'He's right there' Yoochun nods, pouring salt on Jaejoong's already open wounds.
'Of course I am' he rolls his eyes, quickly adding bastards to shatter the illusion that he takes these jokes lightly, 'and stop calling me baby. Or Barbara. That one does not make any sense'
At which Junsu pouts and bats his eyes innocently, making Jaejoong feel guilty for telling him off. The whole situation is absurd and he should be the one getting support for the right thing he has done instead of being reprimended like some dirty criminal. His love for these two and younger men is going to lead him to an early death.
'You are both crazy. I have never sabotaged any of my relationships'
'Oh? So you don't remember the time you practically fled the country to avoid a serious one?'
'What? I didn't. I had planned that trip to India long time ago. Besides, I was still young then'
'That was last year and you totally didn't plan that trip. Didn't you move apartments when your actor friend wanted to move in?'
'Which actor friend do you mean? Goun Suk? Nah, that wasn't serious, he was just a friend. All I needed was a new apartment'
'I thought you loved your old apartment,' Junsu mutters, voice filled with disbelief, 'and what about Heechul? Hyung tried to set you up with his cousin and that guy was hot and head over heels for you! Big dick as well, I bet' he adds, thoughtfully.
'Ok, now that was totally different. Heechul's practically family so I can't date anyone who is his family and...' Jaejoong stops, noticing the accusing faces of his friends, 'wait, what are you getting at?'
'That you're afraid,' and Junsu pauses dramatically, 'of people loving you'
Yoochun's nodding like he's in a church hearing the voice of God and Jaejoong stares at them, scandalized.
That's not true at all. He's not afraid of people loving him, he's afraid of people leaving him which is a completely natural thing to feel. Not everyone's so secure as Yoochun or as young as Junsu or-
'You know what? You guys suck' he groans and stands up on shaky feet. 'And i don't want to spend time with you anymore'
'But it's your apartment' Junsu protests while an unstable Jaejoong wobbles towards the door but a strong hand on his shoulder stop him, accompanied by a drunk Yoochun shaking his head.
'He will be fine' he says, watching the older trip over his own foot, 'eventually. Just give him time. He's like a new born fawn' he adds at which Junsu rolls his eyes and chuckles. The sound stops Jaejoong in his drunken escapade.
'What?' he questions, just having pulled himself up from the floor, 'you think I'm incapable? Uhhhh..You guys are really the worst' he huffs. Clearly offended, he stumbles outside and slams the door shut.
Then, he stops.
He wonders where to go because he's too drunk to go to the studio and it's too early to go clubbing.
He ends up taking a stroll in the park to clear his mind and maybe lighten up his heavy heart. The weather's nice, even if a bit cloudy, and the cool air helps him to sober up quickly. When there's not a constant buzzing in his head, other thoughts start entering his world and he wonders if maybe his friends aren't all that wrong.
He's been a bit unstable with his past relationships, true, but it's not like he can just give up his whole life for some other guy. And he knows he's clingy, people have told him before, but he expects his partners to pay all the attention to him when they are together. It's not that much to ask for and he doesn't see a problem with his behavior.
A ball rolls to his feet and he looks up to see some kids playing in the park.
'Uncle! Could you pass it back?' one of them calls out, making Jaejoong cringe in horror. Uncle? He's an uncle now?
Admittedly, those kids look barely nine so anyone above the age of thirteen is an uncle to them but still... He kicks the ball hard and it flies off into the bushes, the kids yelling at him in frustration. It's their problem now and Jaejoong shrugs, leaving the scene without the slightest hint of guilt.
A freaking uncle... What's next, a grandpa? The age has crept upon him unnoticed and he's not ready. Soon he will be outfabbed by everyone in the company. There's so many fresh faced and cute trainees debuting these days that feels like an old man in the kindergarten. He also was young and naive once but life taught him better.
'Ha. Love' he sneers, looking up in the sky, noticing an increasing amount of clouds there. He probably should go back soon but he's hesitant. He used to be a model once. People were going crazy over him and everyone loved him and now... ah, now nobody wants him. All his photos are ugly and he looks like an alien from outer space.
'Fuck life' he says and sits down in the middle of the road, cradling his dizzy head in his hands. All this thinking has made him hurt. An elderly woman approaches him, wondering if he's alright, to which he looks up, unfallen tears hanging from his long lashes making reflections in his large doe eyes, and says that he's old and ugly.
Kids these days the lady mutters, shaking her head before she leaves. That doesn't help him at all and Jaejoong sniffs, feeling even worse. He wants something, someone, to make him feel better, and that someone is Yunho. Yunho would tell him how pretty, amazing and desirable he is. Yunho would understand his doubts and insecurities and chase them all away with that unrivaled enthusiasm of his.
But Yunho's gone.
A glimpse of coldness touches his cheek, a single snowflake melting on his hot skin, and a few seconds later thousand others join the first, frolicking all around him.
'How can this even be' Jaejoong mutters in disbelief as he looks up into the sky. He's not only at the lowest point in life but now he's also wet. And cold. It's snowing and he should be getting up, should be going home, should be...but he doesn't want to. Instead he wants to think about the meaning of life, love and everything in between because the life is shitty and he deserves a miracle.
He waits, any moment now, but the more he waits the colder he gets. Shivers run down his back and he watches the snowflakes melting, forming a puddle beneath him. He's just about to give up when the snow suddenly stops and two shiny shoes appear in front of him.
'Chang- min?' he asks, uncertain, when he looks up, recognizing that shameless face from two weeks ago holding an umbrella above his head.
'You owe me for the doors and also, a new handle' he says, which is not exactly what he's planned to say. It makes the boy frowns and Jaejoong doesn't blame him for that. He would as well.
'You're awfully cheap, you know that?'
'I know' Jaejoong nods but still insists. Replacing the door was pretty expensive and money doesn't grow on trees.
'Whatever,' Changmin says, the distaste on his face showing, 'I will pay for the damage but only because I need your help'
'What?'
'What what. Your help' the boy squats down, the umbrella leaving Jaejoong head, and large snowflakes return on his face.
'Go to Yunho'
To which Jaejoong blinks, then blinks some more because the flakes in his hair are melting, forming tiny trails which get in his eyes.
'Why would you want me to? I thought you hated me' he asks, his vision blurry.
'I don't ' Changmin shrugs but his face remains disgusted. Maybe he really doesn't and maybe the boy is just incapable of having more than one expression on his face.
'I really don't,' the youngling repeats quieter this time. There's a strange glint of something reflecting in his eyes.
'its just that Yunho's sad and it's all your fault'
'It's not really my fault-' Jaejoong protests and Changmin snaps, his face finally changing from impassive to angry.
'Of course it is! Don't you even dare to think you know it all because you're an adult . Because you're nothing but a fool and you don't know anything at all!'
It's a short-lived outburst before the boy calms down and presses a piece of paper in his hand.
'You're a terrible person but my brother loves you so... if you care for him at least a little bit go there today. I really don't understand this but,' and he presses his umbrella in Jaejoong's other hand, 'please don't hurt my brother anymore'
And with that he goes, leaving Jaejoong absolutely stunned.
What are the chances, he thinks, but also suspects that the kid followed him here. Yunho has a weird weird family with a boss-father who hasn't fired him yet and a baby-genius brother who thinks he's some kind of a superspy. Kids should retain their sense of wonder as long as possible and Jaejoong fears that Yunho's stone-faced brothers is long past the phase of wonder. It anything, he has long toppled into the world of disillusions.
He looks at the unfashionably black umbrella he's been given before getting up with a sigh. The puddle formed under his feet has become really big, meaning that just moments ago he looked extra pathetic sitting in it. Yunho's definitely has taken a toll on his sanity because he can't remember any other time he's been drunk and sitting in the middle of park crying.
He bends down to clean off snow from his designer shoes before he ruffles his wet hair in an attempt to make it more stylish. That doesn't really help so he looks at the paper instead.
---
The approximate time to get to Yunho's place from where he's standing is half an hour. He gets there in fifteen because he's been running. He's completely out of breath, feeling more agitated than before, and his heartbeat is so fast it makes him nauseous. The thought of Yunho disappearing from his life really bothers him now, wild theories occupying his mind. Maybe the boy will do something increadibly stupid and marry some girl his father finds for him or, even worse, go abroad and never come back. Or, the worst - and Jaejoong stops at the door before ringing the bell - Yunho will not want him anymore.
Jaejoong's not sure what to expect but the notion that this is a really bad idea does reside somewhere in the back of his mind. He knows it's a bad idea but, when Yunho appears in front of him all tall and handsome, all reasons leave him and he pulls the boy close, their lips meeting in a melting kiss.
The moment a collection of cheers and whistles explode in the background Jaejoong knows he's made a colossal mistake. He glances into the room which can be easily seen from the door only to discover it full of people. There's a cake on the table and balloons and... oh fuck, he's forgotten the kid's eighteenth birthday.
'Come' Yunho says softly, his eyes glazed over and watery before he takes his hand and leads him into the room. 'This is Jaejoong' he introduces him to the horde of teenagers which, much to Jaejoong's horror, are all sitting around a table full of alcohol. If they are caught, he reasons, he's the only adult in this room so he is responsible for them all.
'And I love with him'
'Huh?' Jaejoong's mind snaps back to reality and he looks at the boy staring back at him. Yunho doesn't look like he's sad or dying, something that could have easily been assumed from his brother's words, but there's an unusual tiredness in his eyes which shouldn't be there. More cheers and wolf-whistles explode around them and things get out of control when Yunho pulls him in for another kiss. It's not even a simple peck but rather a full make-out session which they put on in front of the underaged teens. It only adds to Jaejoong's evergrowing stack of sins. He's always known he would end up in hell but he never expected to get there so fast. Ten minutes later he's sitting among the company of seventeen and eighteen years olds who keep staring at him and ask him insensitive questions.
'Are you really that old?'
'Did you get some work done?'
'What's your diet?'
Which make him feels like a circus freak, or a zoo animal. But one glance at Yunho's animated face tells him to suffer through it and think about the other's happiness. This evening is Yunho's and he may as well pretend that he's still young and crazy and in loves with a seven-oh, no, eighteen years old brat.
'You're the best birthday present ever' Yunho says and smiles even wider to which Jaejoong says 'I'm not a present' and earns ooohs and boooh in return.
'Ok, fine, I'm you present' he gives in, this time earning cheers. Teenagers are simple, he thinks before he pulls Yunho in for another kiss. They are simple, but nice, and he spends the whole evening listening to insignificant problems only teens could come up with.
It's a good evening and, when it's over and everyone except for the two of them have left, he leans into Yunho's side and thinks that maybe he can give this a chance.
---
He doesn't know what the time is or where he's at but when he wakes up it's still dark. There's a very naked chest and shoulders in front of him, and two brown eyes fixed on his face.
'Woah, creepy Yunho' he mumbles, shutting his eyes to hide himself from that stare, 'don't you ever sleep?'
He stretches his long limbs into the other's space before he snuggles closer to the welcoming heat. The boy shakes his head in disagreement as he pulls him closer.
'I can't sleep when you're around. I can't let you go' he says, pressing kisses into his hair. His hold is suffocating and a bit too possessive.
'You're obsessed. It's unhealthy and you will die' Jaejoong tells him blatantly before he lets his mind slip into a comforting darkness once again. He sleeps through the 'I love you's and 'please don't leave me's Yunho mutters and misses the silent tears rolling down the boy's cheeks.
He sleeps through it all because he's old, ignorant and has to wake up early in the morning.
end
Sequel
a/n: I usually end my fics with smuts but this time... hmm.. not yet. Oh, and Get Out is one of my favourite songs.
Also, I need a beta, just someone who could help me point out my mistakes. Whenever I go over my stories I'm so disappointed I want to delate everything I have written and that's no good. If you don't mind being my beta, send me a message.
Also, I'm thinking of writing a sequel. Ok, lies. I'm writing a sequel.
Genre: romance/humour/fluff
Chapters: 6/6
Rating: R-ish?
Pairings: YunJae/JunChun
Summary: Yunho's young and eager. Yunho's too young and too eager for Jaejoong
a/n: I'm sick and I feel dead. I should start writing oneshots again. And Jaejoong is unsurprisingly dramatic.
'Aww, I can't believe you chased the kid away' Yoochun says as he toasts with Junsu before downing his beer.
'With that you surely meant that I did the right thing and you're congratulating me, right?' Jaejoong huffs in return.
He can't help his frustration when Yoochun sputters all over his table and lets out a loud naaah at that.
'What he meant-' without bothering to let his friend finish, Junsu jumps into the conversation, 'is that you're mean. And that's that' and he pours the content of his bottle on Jaejoong's plant.
'Why would you-' the older reaches out in a hopeless attempt to save it but Junsu shoots him a bright smile that burns him like the Sun.
'Never mind. I can't believe you two came here'
Which is absolutely unbelievable. It's been some time and Jaejoong's head is hurting only slightly less than his heart, and he wants them both gone. They are like a painful reminder of his loneliness and misery and he's not sure what he's talking about anymore. It's been almost two weeks since the incident and Yunho hasn't contacted him even once. It's disappointing, although it should have been a relief.
Yoochun opens another bottle out of way too many.
'So... what have you been doing these past few days? You surely didn't answer your phone.. or update your twitter,' he adds after a moment of thinking. 'At one point we though you were dead'
'I'm not dead' Jaejoong mumbles back, making a mental note that he needs to update his loyal followers of his well-being although his well-being is not doing well.
'It's just... I've been composing'
Nonstop. Without a break for food or sleep. He feels barely alive.
'There's just all these ideas- I wants to get out before they're gone'
'Oh yes, our Jaejoong-ssi is a real artist,' Junsu says in a voice boardering on sarcasm, 'he's always like this when he's miserable. Remember that Japanese guy he had a fling for a month or something? I think he composed Get out for him'
'Did not' Jaejoong santa to protest but Yoochun's faster and he claps his hands together in unrivaled joy.
'Right! I remember that' he laughs, giddy like a child on the Christmas eve, 'he was absolutely pathetic when he called me. Told me he needs my help for this one track and when I got there he's like get out! in this really serious voice and I'm confused of course and ask him What do you mean get out? I just got here! to which he turns to me with these sunken in eyes and solemnly says ... it's a song. Oh man, and he insisted on adding the 'you're never going to find true love' part!'
Junsu erupts in high pitched squeaks which make Jaejoong fear for the dogs in the neighborhood.
'Enough' he takes the bottle from the younger, downing the liquid in an attempt to sooth his bruised pride. The story is not even remotely funny. So what if he can't help being influenced by his past relationships when composing?
'Are you both having fun?' he mutters when the laughter dies down.
'Oh, Barbara, you know we love you. It's just that you always do this to yourself'
Which is not true.
'Do not'
'Baby, you do' Junsu pats his shoulder, looking over at Yoochun for support.
'He's right there' Yoochun nods, pouring salt on Jaejoong's already open wounds.
'Of course I am' he rolls his eyes, quickly adding bastards to shatter the illusion that he takes these jokes lightly, 'and stop calling me baby. Or Barbara. That one does not make any sense'
At which Junsu pouts and bats his eyes innocently, making Jaejoong feel guilty for telling him off. The whole situation is absurd and he should be the one getting support for the right thing he has done instead of being reprimended like some dirty criminal. His love for these two and younger men is going to lead him to an early death.
'You are both crazy. I have never sabotaged any of my relationships'
'Oh? So you don't remember the time you practically fled the country to avoid a serious one?'
'What? I didn't. I had planned that trip to India long time ago. Besides, I was still young then'
'That was last year and you totally didn't plan that trip. Didn't you move apartments when your actor friend wanted to move in?'
'Which actor friend do you mean? Goun Suk? Nah, that wasn't serious, he was just a friend. All I needed was a new apartment'
'I thought you loved your old apartment,' Junsu mutters, voice filled with disbelief, 'and what about Heechul? Hyung tried to set you up with his cousin and that guy was hot and head over heels for you! Big dick as well, I bet' he adds, thoughtfully.
'Ok, now that was totally different. Heechul's practically family so I can't date anyone who is his family and...' Jaejoong stops, noticing the accusing faces of his friends, 'wait, what are you getting at?'
'That you're afraid,' and Junsu pauses dramatically, 'of people loving you'
Yoochun's nodding like he's in a church hearing the voice of God and Jaejoong stares at them, scandalized.
That's not true at all. He's not afraid of people loving him, he's afraid of people leaving him which is a completely natural thing to feel. Not everyone's so secure as Yoochun or as young as Junsu or-
'You know what? You guys suck' he groans and stands up on shaky feet. 'And i don't want to spend time with you anymore'
'But it's your apartment' Junsu protests while an unstable Jaejoong wobbles towards the door but a strong hand on his shoulder stop him, accompanied by a drunk Yoochun shaking his head.
'He will be fine' he says, watching the older trip over his own foot, 'eventually. Just give him time. He's like a new born fawn' he adds at which Junsu rolls his eyes and chuckles. The sound stops Jaejoong in his drunken escapade.
'What?' he questions, just having pulled himself up from the floor, 'you think I'm incapable? Uhhhh..You guys are really the worst' he huffs. Clearly offended, he stumbles outside and slams the door shut.
Then, he stops.
He wonders where to go because he's too drunk to go to the studio and it's too early to go clubbing.
He ends up taking a stroll in the park to clear his mind and maybe lighten up his heavy heart. The weather's nice, even if a bit cloudy, and the cool air helps him to sober up quickly. When there's not a constant buzzing in his head, other thoughts start entering his world and he wonders if maybe his friends aren't all that wrong.
He's been a bit unstable with his past relationships, true, but it's not like he can just give up his whole life for some other guy. And he knows he's clingy, people have told him before, but he expects his partners to pay all the attention to him when they are together. It's not that much to ask for and he doesn't see a problem with his behavior.
A ball rolls to his feet and he looks up to see some kids playing in the park.
'Uncle! Could you pass it back?' one of them calls out, making Jaejoong cringe in horror. Uncle? He's an uncle now?
Admittedly, those kids look barely nine so anyone above the age of thirteen is an uncle to them but still... He kicks the ball hard and it flies off into the bushes, the kids yelling at him in frustration. It's their problem now and Jaejoong shrugs, leaving the scene without the slightest hint of guilt.
A freaking uncle... What's next, a grandpa? The age has crept upon him unnoticed and he's not ready. Soon he will be outfabbed by everyone in the company. There's so many fresh faced and cute trainees debuting these days that feels like an old man in the kindergarten. He also was young and naive once but life taught him better.
'Ha. Love' he sneers, looking up in the sky, noticing an increasing amount of clouds there. He probably should go back soon but he's hesitant. He used to be a model once. People were going crazy over him and everyone loved him and now... ah, now nobody wants him. All his photos are ugly and he looks like an alien from outer space.
'Fuck life' he says and sits down in the middle of the road, cradling his dizzy head in his hands. All this thinking has made him hurt. An elderly woman approaches him, wondering if he's alright, to which he looks up, unfallen tears hanging from his long lashes making reflections in his large doe eyes, and says that he's old and ugly.
Kids these days the lady mutters, shaking her head before she leaves. That doesn't help him at all and Jaejoong sniffs, feeling even worse. He wants something, someone, to make him feel better, and that someone is Yunho. Yunho would tell him how pretty, amazing and desirable he is. Yunho would understand his doubts and insecurities and chase them all away with that unrivaled enthusiasm of his.
But Yunho's gone.
A glimpse of coldness touches his cheek, a single snowflake melting on his hot skin, and a few seconds later thousand others join the first, frolicking all around him.
'How can this even be' Jaejoong mutters in disbelief as he looks up into the sky. He's not only at the lowest point in life but now he's also wet. And cold. It's snowing and he should be getting up, should be going home, should be...but he doesn't want to. Instead he wants to think about the meaning of life, love and everything in between because the life is shitty and he deserves a miracle.
He waits, any moment now, but the more he waits the colder he gets. Shivers run down his back and he watches the snowflakes melting, forming a puddle beneath him. He's just about to give up when the snow suddenly stops and two shiny shoes appear in front of him.
'Chang- min?' he asks, uncertain, when he looks up, recognizing that shameless face from two weeks ago holding an umbrella above his head.
'You owe me for the doors and also, a new handle' he says, which is not exactly what he's planned to say. It makes the boy frowns and Jaejoong doesn't blame him for that. He would as well.
'You're awfully cheap, you know that?'
'I know' Jaejoong nods but still insists. Replacing the door was pretty expensive and money doesn't grow on trees.
'Whatever,' Changmin says, the distaste on his face showing, 'I will pay for the damage but only because I need your help'
'What?'
'What what. Your help' the boy squats down, the umbrella leaving Jaejoong head, and large snowflakes return on his face.
'Go to Yunho'
To which Jaejoong blinks, then blinks some more because the flakes in his hair are melting, forming tiny trails which get in his eyes.
'Why would you want me to? I thought you hated me' he asks, his vision blurry.
'I don't ' Changmin shrugs but his face remains disgusted. Maybe he really doesn't and maybe the boy is just incapable of having more than one expression on his face.
'I really don't,' the youngling repeats quieter this time. There's a strange glint of something reflecting in his eyes.
'its just that Yunho's sad and it's all your fault'
'It's not really my fault-' Jaejoong protests and Changmin snaps, his face finally changing from impassive to angry.
'Of course it is! Don't you even dare to think you know it all because you're an adult . Because you're nothing but a fool and you don't know anything at all!'
It's a short-lived outburst before the boy calms down and presses a piece of paper in his hand.
'You're a terrible person but my brother loves you so... if you care for him at least a little bit go there today. I really don't understand this but,' and he presses his umbrella in Jaejoong's other hand, 'please don't hurt my brother anymore'
And with that he goes, leaving Jaejoong absolutely stunned.
What are the chances, he thinks, but also suspects that the kid followed him here. Yunho has a weird weird family with a boss-father who hasn't fired him yet and a baby-genius brother who thinks he's some kind of a superspy. Kids should retain their sense of wonder as long as possible and Jaejoong fears that Yunho's stone-faced brothers is long past the phase of wonder. It anything, he has long toppled into the world of disillusions.
He looks at the unfashionably black umbrella he's been given before getting up with a sigh. The puddle formed under his feet has become really big, meaning that just moments ago he looked extra pathetic sitting in it. Yunho's definitely has taken a toll on his sanity because he can't remember any other time he's been drunk and sitting in the middle of park crying.
He bends down to clean off snow from his designer shoes before he ruffles his wet hair in an attempt to make it more stylish. That doesn't really help so he looks at the paper instead.
---
The approximate time to get to Yunho's place from where he's standing is half an hour. He gets there in fifteen because he's been running. He's completely out of breath, feeling more agitated than before, and his heartbeat is so fast it makes him nauseous. The thought of Yunho disappearing from his life really bothers him now, wild theories occupying his mind. Maybe the boy will do something increadibly stupid and marry some girl his father finds for him or, even worse, go abroad and never come back. Or, the worst - and Jaejoong stops at the door before ringing the bell - Yunho will not want him anymore.
Jaejoong's not sure what to expect but the notion that this is a really bad idea does reside somewhere in the back of his mind. He knows it's a bad idea but, when Yunho appears in front of him all tall and handsome, all reasons leave him and he pulls the boy close, their lips meeting in a melting kiss.
The moment a collection of cheers and whistles explode in the background Jaejoong knows he's made a colossal mistake. He glances into the room which can be easily seen from the door only to discover it full of people. There's a cake on the table and balloons and... oh fuck, he's forgotten the kid's eighteenth birthday.
'Come' Yunho says softly, his eyes glazed over and watery before he takes his hand and leads him into the room. 'This is Jaejoong' he introduces him to the horde of teenagers which, much to Jaejoong's horror, are all sitting around a table full of alcohol. If they are caught, he reasons, he's the only adult in this room so he is responsible for them all.
'And I love with him'
'Huh?' Jaejoong's mind snaps back to reality and he looks at the boy staring back at him. Yunho doesn't look like he's sad or dying, something that could have easily been assumed from his brother's words, but there's an unusual tiredness in his eyes which shouldn't be there. More cheers and wolf-whistles explode around them and things get out of control when Yunho pulls him in for another kiss. It's not even a simple peck but rather a full make-out session which they put on in front of the underaged teens. It only adds to Jaejoong's evergrowing stack of sins. He's always known he would end up in hell but he never expected to get there so fast. Ten minutes later he's sitting among the company of seventeen and eighteen years olds who keep staring at him and ask him insensitive questions.
'Are you really that old?'
'Did you get some work done?'
'What's your diet?'
Which make him feels like a circus freak, or a zoo animal. But one glance at Yunho's animated face tells him to suffer through it and think about the other's happiness. This evening is Yunho's and he may as well pretend that he's still young and crazy and in loves with a seven-oh, no, eighteen years old brat.
'You're the best birthday present ever' Yunho says and smiles even wider to which Jaejoong says 'I'm not a present' and earns ooohs and boooh in return.
'Ok, fine, I'm you present' he gives in, this time earning cheers. Teenagers are simple, he thinks before he pulls Yunho in for another kiss. They are simple, but nice, and he spends the whole evening listening to insignificant problems only teens could come up with.
It's a good evening and, when it's over and everyone except for the two of them have left, he leans into Yunho's side and thinks that maybe he can give this a chance.
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He doesn't know what the time is or where he's at but when he wakes up it's still dark. There's a very naked chest and shoulders in front of him, and two brown eyes fixed on his face.
'Woah, creepy Yunho' he mumbles, shutting his eyes to hide himself from that stare, 'don't you ever sleep?'
He stretches his long limbs into the other's space before he snuggles closer to the welcoming heat. The boy shakes his head in disagreement as he pulls him closer.
'I can't sleep when you're around. I can't let you go' he says, pressing kisses into his hair. His hold is suffocating and a bit too possessive.
'You're obsessed. It's unhealthy and you will die' Jaejoong tells him blatantly before he lets his mind slip into a comforting darkness once again. He sleeps through the 'I love you's and 'please don't leave me's Yunho mutters and misses the silent tears rolling down the boy's cheeks.
He sleeps through it all because he's old, ignorant and has to wake up early in the morning.
end
Sequel
a/n: I usually end my fics with smuts but this time... hmm.. not yet. Oh, and Get Out is one of my favourite songs.
Also, I need a beta, just someone who could help me point out my mistakes. Whenever I go over my stories I'm so disappointed I want to delate everything I have written and that's no good. If you don't mind being my beta, send me a message.
Also, I'm thinking of writing a sequel. Ok, lies. I'm writing a sequel.