DBSG: Jaechun drabbles
First off, I now have a mero connected to this journal. ^_^ Her name's Atlanta. I guess that means I'll have to write in here a lot. :D;
Now, two Jaechun drabbles.
o1; religion
Jaejoong is an atheist, but that does not mean he doesn’t believe in anything. Jaejoong believes in music and words and beauty. He believes in ambition; he believes in fate.
Jaejoong believes in truth. He believes in Yoochun’s hands tender on his body, in the language of strong fingers and soft touches; he believes in everything that can be said in a silence. Jaejoong believes in a name gasped into the darkness and in a million three-word mantras whispered hot against his neck in teeth and tongue and lips.
He believes in I want you, I need you, stay with me. He believes in you’re so beautiful and god, you’re perfect. He believes in I missed you, in it doesn’t matter, in I’m scared, too.
He believes in I won’t leave and Yoochun’s arms around him like a desperate promise. He believes in the hitch in Yoochun’s breath and the press of his hips and the sweat on his skin. He believes in I want this and the marks his fingernails leave on Yoochun’s back. He believes in fucking and lovemaking and breathing and bleeding and just with you.
Jaejoong believes in I love you.
o2; landing
It seems like yesterday that he was invincible-unbreakable and bulletproof, sitting confidently on top of that precarious ladder of possibility with his feet swinging carelessly over the rest of the world, and it didn’t even matter if it collapsed out from under him because, hell, he could fly.
Now, Jaejoong is afraid of falling.
-and he’s still on that ladder, but now it seems like any second now the razor-thin wires of hopes and dreams holding it together will slice clean through the wood and he’ll plummet back to earth, except it’ll be his heart twisting under him instead of his knee.
Except-
“Jae! Jae, watch this!”
“Junsu, get down!”
But Junsu just laughs and avoids Yunho’s grabbing, giving Changmin a hand up to where he’s treating the handrailing like a balance beam. The pair grins and waves, barely keeping themselves from toppling off.
Jaejoong laughs softly, leaning idly on a crutch. “I couldn’t do that even when I’m not crippled. I’d break my head open.”
“Nah.” Yoochun’s fingers curl warm around his own. “I’d catch you.”
Now, two Jaechun drabbles.
o1; religion
Jaejoong is an atheist, but that does not mean he doesn’t believe in anything. Jaejoong believes in music and words and beauty. He believes in ambition; he believes in fate.
Jaejoong believes in truth. He believes in Yoochun’s hands tender on his body, in the language of strong fingers and soft touches; he believes in everything that can be said in a silence. Jaejoong believes in a name gasped into the darkness and in a million three-word mantras whispered hot against his neck in teeth and tongue and lips.
He believes in I want you, I need you, stay with me. He believes in you’re so beautiful and god, you’re perfect. He believes in I missed you, in it doesn’t matter, in I’m scared, too.
He believes in I won’t leave and Yoochun’s arms around him like a desperate promise. He believes in the hitch in Yoochun’s breath and the press of his hips and the sweat on his skin. He believes in I want this and the marks his fingernails leave on Yoochun’s back. He believes in fucking and lovemaking and breathing and bleeding and just with you.
Jaejoong believes in I love you.
o2; landing
It seems like yesterday that he was invincible-unbreakable and bulletproof, sitting confidently on top of that precarious ladder of possibility with his feet swinging carelessly over the rest of the world, and it didn’t even matter if it collapsed out from under him because, hell, he could fly.
Now, Jaejoong is afraid of falling.
-and he’s still on that ladder, but now it seems like any second now the razor-thin wires of hopes and dreams holding it together will slice clean through the wood and he’ll plummet back to earth, except it’ll be his heart twisting under him instead of his knee.
Except-
“Jae! Jae, watch this!”
“Junsu, get down!”
But Junsu just laughs and avoids Yunho’s grabbing, giving Changmin a hand up to where he’s treating the handrailing like a balance beam. The pair grins and waves, barely keeping themselves from toppling off.
Jaejoong laughs softly, leaning idly on a crutch. “I couldn’t do that even when I’m not crippled. I’d break my head open.”
“Nah.” Yoochun’s fingers curl warm around his own. “I’d catch you.”