you're cool, yeah you
black swan
yunho&jaejoong, ot5
pg, soft crack, ot5luff, romance
dbsk have a sleepover at yunho's house
for happytofuz:: tofu baby, happy burzday! ♥
Black Swan’
; duckness on my eyes
~` I’m an Indian boy ;:
’ I aim my arrows at your heart }
( You and I, we dance through the shiny night * )
On certain days, Yunho thinks that being band-appa is not all that it’s cut out to be.
For one, the members never took him seriously - that time Junsu didn’t flush and everyone secretly suspected it was him, even when he’d said it wasn’t.
For two, he hardly got the respect he was due, like --
‘For heaven’s sake, hyung! Hurry up! I need to use your toilet!’ Junsu squeals, hopping around in a frenzy.
Today, it’s one of those days.
The moment his key turns in the lock and the door to his house opens, all pandemonium breaks loose.
‘Yunho hyung, your toilet seat is too high,’ says Junsu.
‘Yunho hyung, why is there no food in the fridge?’ says Changmin.
‘Yunho hyung, this picture doesn’t look like you,’ says Yoochun.
The leader scrambles to all three corners of the apartment, trying to figure out why the toilet bowl had grown an inch, why the food had run out and -
‘Are you sure this is a picture of yourself?’ Yoochun asks, lifting up a badly hand painted portrait of somebody.
‘No, that’s my dad,’ Yunho points out, making a face.
‘Oh.’ Yoochun gently puts Mister Jung back on the stand.
‘Yunhoyah, what’s this?’
The last voice comes from his room. Yunho peeks in cautiously, as if there are booby traps around the house. It’s Jaejoong, holding the toy panda his mother had bought him from China.
‘He’s Bambi’s cousin - Bamboo,’ Yunho introduces. ‘Isn’t he cute?’
Jaejoong curls fingers around Yunho’s ear, tweaking lightly. ‘You’re cuter,’ he says, plain and simple.
Sure, there are days being leader is hard.
Then there are days;
where the band-umma makes it all worth it.
; My rock tipped arrow will `
-~ pierce through your heart __
: My truth is as big as the sky,
They’d landed in Jeollado, each equipped with two sets of underwear and dirty pants. Everything else they’d swipe from Yunho’s wardrobe, never mind his nonsensical fashion sense.
The house is empty. His parents had left them the entire apartment to go off on a holiday. The band would be here for a couple of days, living off the leader.
‘Yunho hyung! I need a towel!’ Yoochun hollers from across the living room, followed by a loud shriek.
‘Yoochunah, what’s wrong?!’ the leader panics, knocking frantically.
Yoochun swings open the door, a sheepish smile over his face.
‘There was a lizard behind the shower screen, I sprayed water in its face’ he says, trying to cover up the fact that he had been frightened. He swipes the towel from Yunho, wrapping it around himself swiftly.
Changmin breezes past them with a yoghurt bar gripped between his teeth. ‘Junsu’s getting bored. I can hear him outside on the chair singing Son Dambi’s Michyoso.’
‘Oh, he’s going michyosu?’ Yoochun inquires, dripping a line of water into Yunho’s room and picking out clothes from the cupboard. The shirts are neatly piled, for now.
Jaejoong leans against the doorway, signaling to their remaining band mate, who’s dancing on a chair in the middle of the hallway. ‘Someone needs to take Junsu out for a walk.’
‘How does driving sound instead?’ Yunho wonders, picking up sparklers and torchlights from around the house, shooing the boys out the gates of his house and into the parking space below the building, where his parents had also left him their car.
‘Yunho hyung! Do we get to use this?’ Yoochun questions. He frolics to the antique vehicle, skipping on tippy-toes.
‘I’ll drive,’ Yoochun tells the rest, putting on his best professional golf-carting face. Yunho couldn’t have suggested better. The other members were unreliable when it came to driving.
Junsu drove with one hand on the wheel, and one eye on the road. Jaejoong, he’d have both eyes on something in the rearview mirror, probably his own reflection - and Changmin; Changmin has road rage.
The four clamber into the vehicle while the leader inspects the bumper and the wheels. This car has seen better days.
Yoochun shouts from inside. ‘Hyung, which way do we go?’
‘That way!’ Yunho points out,
scarf flying in his face.
The car drives off without him.
# I catch my love <3
” Your morning kiss is my breakfast ;
:: When I get lost, you are my compass ~
Yunho has nothing better to do in the front seat. He glances behind at Jaejoong, his voice taking on an air of cheek. ‘Yah Jaejoongie, do you know where we’re going?’
‘Of course, Yunhoyah.’ Jaejoong grins flirtatiously, reading the leader’s mischief. He wasn’t the only one excited about where they were having their vacation.
Changmin mentally shivers at the sugar that drips from their tone.
‘Check,’ Junsu announces, reminding the magnae that they were still engaged in a battle of wits. He’d swapped the chess pieces while Changmin hadn’t been looking.
The car jam-breaks. Their chessboard topples from the seat, spilling Kings and Queens all over the carpeted floor.
‘Dang,’ Junsu mutters, ‘I was so gonna win this time.’
A black Knight rolls to the side of the chair. Jaejoong picks it up with two fingers, pocketing the plastic bit. ‘No wonder our chess sets always have missing pieces,’ he tells Yunho.
‘I’m bored,’ Junsu whines, tired of car trips and endless car trips. He has a restless mindset.
‘Let’s tell scary stories,’ Yoochun suggests.
‘But it’s not even night,’ Jaejoong objects. ‘Won’t it kill the climax?’
‘No no, that’s good. I like that,’ Junsu says, agreeing with Yoochun’s idea. ‘We’ll each tell the scariest stories we have. Changminah, you begin.’
‘No thanks,’ the magnae dead-sounds. He has no interest in ghosts or freaky tales whatsoever, unless …
‘Changminah, I’m sure you’ve come across at least one frightful encounter,’ Yoochun probes. He turns the wheel slowly, maneuvering about a wide bend in the road.
Changmin releases an extravagant sigh, like ‘fine I’ll tell you if you insist on insisting’.
‘Once upon a time, I met Junsu.’
Yunho and Yoochun laugh the daylights out of the sky, unsurprised by the magnae’s outburst of sarcasm. Jaejoong applauds, his wild laughter circling the enclosed area.
‘Ah, I see,’ the lead singer chuckles. ‘It was fright at first sight.’
‘Want to die early ?’ Junsu threatens, shoving Changmin’s head.
The magnae smirks, sharp and witty. He’d forgotten to mention that after meeting Junsu, those had been the best moments of his life. Junsu’s entire existence was a joke - His laugh was a joke. His words were a joke. His face was a joke.
Yoochun pulls up in a parking lot that’s deserted, the car jerking back and forth as he gears up for reverse.
‘This is the best secret hideout in all of Gwangju,’ Yunho explains, pointing to the park that had been left untouched by civilization. ‘I’ve brought sparklers and torchlights and we can rot here till night. There’s also a volleyball in the boot.’
The three youngest band mates fight over the volleyball, racing to the abandoned badminton court with its rundown net. They’re not adventurous, only crazy.
‘C’mon, I’ll take you to the pond,’ Yunho tells Jaejoong, who looks up suspiciously at the way he says it.
‘Sounds creepy,’ Jaejoong teases.
‘Nah,’ Yunho assures. ‘It’s anything but.’
‘ Before I met you, I was a sleepyhead )
|| You are a pearl in the mud ]
Even if you have a change of heart;
/ I am the protector of your love ..
‘Would they wonder if we’ve gone missing?’ Jaejoong muses, relishing the shade of the trees, the lull of its shushing.
‘I don’t think Junsu or Changmin would have noticed,’ Yunho says. ‘Yoochun, probably. He has this sixth sense.’
A stork wallows in the pond, it’s wings streaked with mud. The lilies floating above open gracefully beneath the clouds, swaying in tune to the breeze. There’s nothing more graceful than Mother Nature, Yunho acknowledges.
The lone swan makes its grand entrance from the far side of the lake, its beak held proud and high. Everything about it speaks of elegance; from the curve of its delicate neck to the black of its downy feathers.
‘Did you know that once, everyone thought it was impossible for a swan to be anything but white? Yet here we have it, a black swan,’ Yunho says, hugging his jacket closer to himself. The cold is picking up.
Jaejoong shrugs out of his windbreaker, peels off the inner sweater he’d been wearing and wraps it around Yunho.
‘I used to think that finding a real family was impossible for me too,’ Jaejoong tells him. ‘I couldn’t even eat by myself without feeling alone, remember? But that was until I met you guys.’
‘We’re here for you, Jaejoongie,’ Yunho reminds him, opening up a hand - all five fingers, the number of dong bang shin ki members.
Jaejoong takes it, the chill of the weather no match for the warmth that wells up in his heart. A few more swans appear out of nowhere, wading around the first one, each as black as night.
Yunho uproots a long stalk of flora, flicking it at Jaejoong, who picks it up and places it between his lips like a fine rose. Yunho simpers, biting at air to snatch it back with his mouth.
The flower drops.
They kiss.
It takes a while before their world stops spinning, too fast before their emotions become subject to gravity. Yunho rests his head against Jaejoong’s shoulder, feels lethargy set in. He yawns open-mouthed, too comfortable to move from his spot.
‘Wake me up when December comes,’ he murmurs, hiding his face from sight by burying into the other man’s fur collar.
When his eyes eventually open;
Jaejoong is the first person he wants to see.
(part two: 'Hey,' comes the whisper;)
yunho&jaejoong, ot5
pg, soft crack, ot5luff, romance
dbsk have a sleepover at yunho's house
for happytofuz:: tofu baby, happy burzday! ♥
Black Swan’
; duckness on my eyes
~` I’m an Indian boy ;:
’ I aim my arrows at your heart }
( You and I, we dance through the shiny night * )
On certain days, Yunho thinks that being band-appa is not all that it’s cut out to be.
For one, the members never took him seriously - that time Junsu didn’t flush and everyone secretly suspected it was him, even when he’d said it wasn’t.
For two, he hardly got the respect he was due, like --
‘For heaven’s sake, hyung! Hurry up! I need to use your toilet!’ Junsu squeals, hopping around in a frenzy.
Today, it’s one of those days.
The moment his key turns in the lock and the door to his house opens, all pandemonium breaks loose.
‘Yunho hyung, your toilet seat is too high,’ says Junsu.
‘Yunho hyung, why is there no food in the fridge?’ says Changmin.
‘Yunho hyung, this picture doesn’t look like you,’ says Yoochun.
The leader scrambles to all three corners of the apartment, trying to figure out why the toilet bowl had grown an inch, why the food had run out and -
‘Are you sure this is a picture of yourself?’ Yoochun asks, lifting up a badly hand painted portrait of somebody.
‘No, that’s my dad,’ Yunho points out, making a face.
‘Oh.’ Yoochun gently puts Mister Jung back on the stand.
‘Yunhoyah, what’s this?’
The last voice comes from his room. Yunho peeks in cautiously, as if there are booby traps around the house. It’s Jaejoong, holding the toy panda his mother had bought him from China.
‘He’s Bambi’s cousin - Bamboo,’ Yunho introduces. ‘Isn’t he cute?’
Jaejoong curls fingers around Yunho’s ear, tweaking lightly. ‘You’re cuter,’ he says, plain and simple.
Sure, there are days being leader is hard.
Then there are days;
where the band-umma makes it all worth it.
; My rock tipped arrow will `
-~ pierce through your heart __
: My truth is as big as the sky,
They’d landed in Jeollado, each equipped with two sets of underwear and dirty pants. Everything else they’d swipe from Yunho’s wardrobe, never mind his nonsensical fashion sense.
The house is empty. His parents had left them the entire apartment to go off on a holiday. The band would be here for a couple of days, living off the leader.
‘Yunho hyung! I need a towel!’ Yoochun hollers from across the living room, followed by a loud shriek.
‘Yoochunah, what’s wrong?!’ the leader panics, knocking frantically.
Yoochun swings open the door, a sheepish smile over his face.
‘There was a lizard behind the shower screen, I sprayed water in its face’ he says, trying to cover up the fact that he had been frightened. He swipes the towel from Yunho, wrapping it around himself swiftly.
Changmin breezes past them with a yoghurt bar gripped between his teeth. ‘Junsu’s getting bored. I can hear him outside on the chair singing Son Dambi’s Michyoso.’
‘Oh, he’s going michyosu?’ Yoochun inquires, dripping a line of water into Yunho’s room and picking out clothes from the cupboard. The shirts are neatly piled, for now.
Jaejoong leans against the doorway, signaling to their remaining band mate, who’s dancing on a chair in the middle of the hallway. ‘Someone needs to take Junsu out for a walk.’
‘How does driving sound instead?’ Yunho wonders, picking up sparklers and torchlights from around the house, shooing the boys out the gates of his house and into the parking space below the building, where his parents had also left him their car.
‘Yunho hyung! Do we get to use this?’ Yoochun questions. He frolics to the antique vehicle, skipping on tippy-toes.
‘I’ll drive,’ Yoochun tells the rest, putting on his best professional golf-carting face. Yunho couldn’t have suggested better. The other members were unreliable when it came to driving.
Junsu drove with one hand on the wheel, and one eye on the road. Jaejoong, he’d have both eyes on something in the rearview mirror, probably his own reflection - and Changmin; Changmin has road rage.
The four clamber into the vehicle while the leader inspects the bumper and the wheels. This car has seen better days.
Yoochun shouts from inside. ‘Hyung, which way do we go?’
‘That way!’ Yunho points out,
scarf flying in his face.
The car drives off without him.
# I catch my love <3
” Your morning kiss is my breakfast ;
:: When I get lost, you are my compass ~
Yunho has nothing better to do in the front seat. He glances behind at Jaejoong, his voice taking on an air of cheek. ‘Yah Jaejoongie, do you know where we’re going?’
‘Of course, Yunhoyah.’ Jaejoong grins flirtatiously, reading the leader’s mischief. He wasn’t the only one excited about where they were having their vacation.
Changmin mentally shivers at the sugar that drips from their tone.
‘Check,’ Junsu announces, reminding the magnae that they were still engaged in a battle of wits. He’d swapped the chess pieces while Changmin hadn’t been looking.
The car jam-breaks. Their chessboard topples from the seat, spilling Kings and Queens all over the carpeted floor.
‘Dang,’ Junsu mutters, ‘I was so gonna win this time.’
A black Knight rolls to the side of the chair. Jaejoong picks it up with two fingers, pocketing the plastic bit. ‘No wonder our chess sets always have missing pieces,’ he tells Yunho.
‘I’m bored,’ Junsu whines, tired of car trips and endless car trips. He has a restless mindset.
‘Let’s tell scary stories,’ Yoochun suggests.
‘But it’s not even night,’ Jaejoong objects. ‘Won’t it kill the climax?’
‘No no, that’s good. I like that,’ Junsu says, agreeing with Yoochun’s idea. ‘We’ll each tell the scariest stories we have. Changminah, you begin.’
‘No thanks,’ the magnae dead-sounds. He has no interest in ghosts or freaky tales whatsoever, unless …
‘Changminah, I’m sure you’ve come across at least one frightful encounter,’ Yoochun probes. He turns the wheel slowly, maneuvering about a wide bend in the road.
Changmin releases an extravagant sigh, like ‘fine I’ll tell you if you insist on insisting’.
‘Once upon a time, I met Junsu.’
Yunho and Yoochun laugh the daylights out of the sky, unsurprised by the magnae’s outburst of sarcasm. Jaejoong applauds, his wild laughter circling the enclosed area.
‘Ah, I see,’ the lead singer chuckles. ‘It was fright at first sight.’
‘Want to die early ?’ Junsu threatens, shoving Changmin’s head.
The magnae smirks, sharp and witty. He’d forgotten to mention that after meeting Junsu, those had been the best moments of his life. Junsu’s entire existence was a joke - His laugh was a joke. His words were a joke. His face was a joke.
Yoochun pulls up in a parking lot that’s deserted, the car jerking back and forth as he gears up for reverse.
‘This is the best secret hideout in all of Gwangju,’ Yunho explains, pointing to the park that had been left untouched by civilization. ‘I’ve brought sparklers and torchlights and we can rot here till night. There’s also a volleyball in the boot.’
The three youngest band mates fight over the volleyball, racing to the abandoned badminton court with its rundown net. They’re not adventurous, only crazy.
‘C’mon, I’ll take you to the pond,’ Yunho tells Jaejoong, who looks up suspiciously at the way he says it.
‘Sounds creepy,’ Jaejoong teases.
‘Nah,’ Yunho assures. ‘It’s anything but.’
‘ Before I met you, I was a sleepyhead )
|| You are a pearl in the mud ]
Even if you have a change of heart;
/ I am the protector of your love ..
‘Would they wonder if we’ve gone missing?’ Jaejoong muses, relishing the shade of the trees, the lull of its shushing.
‘I don’t think Junsu or Changmin would have noticed,’ Yunho says. ‘Yoochun, probably. He has this sixth sense.’
A stork wallows in the pond, it’s wings streaked with mud. The lilies floating above open gracefully beneath the clouds, swaying in tune to the breeze. There’s nothing more graceful than Mother Nature, Yunho acknowledges.
The lone swan makes its grand entrance from the far side of the lake, its beak held proud and high. Everything about it speaks of elegance; from the curve of its delicate neck to the black of its downy feathers.
‘Did you know that once, everyone thought it was impossible for a swan to be anything but white? Yet here we have it, a black swan,’ Yunho says, hugging his jacket closer to himself. The cold is picking up.
Jaejoong shrugs out of his windbreaker, peels off the inner sweater he’d been wearing and wraps it around Yunho.
‘I used to think that finding a real family was impossible for me too,’ Jaejoong tells him. ‘I couldn’t even eat by myself without feeling alone, remember? But that was until I met you guys.’
‘We’re here for you, Jaejoongie,’ Yunho reminds him, opening up a hand - all five fingers, the number of dong bang shin ki members.
Jaejoong takes it, the chill of the weather no match for the warmth that wells up in his heart. A few more swans appear out of nowhere, wading around the first one, each as black as night.
Yunho uproots a long stalk of flora, flicking it at Jaejoong, who picks it up and places it between his lips like a fine rose. Yunho simpers, biting at air to snatch it back with his mouth.
The flower drops.
They kiss.
It takes a while before their world stops spinning, too fast before their emotions become subject to gravity. Yunho rests his head against Jaejoong’s shoulder, feels lethargy set in. He yawns open-mouthed, too comfortable to move from his spot.
‘Wake me up when December comes,’ he murmurs, hiding his face from sight by burying into the other man’s fur collar.
When his eyes eventually open;
Jaejoong is the first person he wants to see.
(part two: 'Hey,' comes the whisper;)