Every Human Love VIII: The Stroke of Midnight
Series: Every Human Love
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII
Title: The Stroke of Midnight
Character: Yunho
Rating: G
Summary: "Something," Junsu replies, "but I don't know what to do with it."
It's late when Junsu gets back from wherever he'd gone off to, but Yunho's still awake. He's got a textbook open in front of him - exams wait for no man or anything else - but really it's all just for appearances. Yunho's waiting for Junsu the way he has every time Junsu's gone looking for something to help Jaejoong, either by himself or with Changmin. Sometimes Yoochun waits with Yunho, or they both wait with Jaejoong, but tonight Yunho hadn't felt like watching Jaejoong pace and watching Yoochun watch him. Yunho looks up as the door opens, takes in the expression on Junsu's face. It's a still quietness that Yunho loves, a part of himself Junsu generally keeps safely hidden from the outside world. Yunho used to be the only one who'd seen it before Yoochun, and then Changmin, and now Jaejoong; Yunho's found he doesn't mind sharing but still, he likes these moments when it's just them.
"Still nothing?" Yunho asks.
Junsu sits down opposite Yunho, stretches a hand across the table almost carelessly, except that his fingertips come to rest bare millimeters from Yunho's knuckles, and there's nothing careless about that distance. "Something," Junsu replies, "but I don't know what to do with it."
Yunho closes his book and looks at Junsu, at his hand on the table, at how he's almost not-quite asking for contact, at how intent his eyes are on Yunho's face.
"What would you have to do?" Yunho asks, and closes his fingers over Junsu's. The way Junsu grips his hand in response comes closer to terrifying Yunho than anything else has in years. He almost gets up and walks around the table to hug Junsu, except that he doesn't think it's the right time for that just yet.
Junsu drops his eyes, stares at the table as if it contains the whole future written out in the grain of its wood, as if it, rather than Yunho, will answer his question. "Will you still need me if I'm just Junsu? If I'm not special any more?" Junsu asks, quieter than Yunho's ever heard him before.
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII
Title: The Stroke of Midnight
Character: Yunho
Rating: G
Summary: "Something," Junsu replies, "but I don't know what to do with it."
It's late when Junsu gets back from wherever he'd gone off to, but Yunho's still awake. He's got a textbook open in front of him - exams wait for no man or anything else - but really it's all just for appearances. Yunho's waiting for Junsu the way he has every time Junsu's gone looking for something to help Jaejoong, either by himself or with Changmin. Sometimes Yoochun waits with Yunho, or they both wait with Jaejoong, but tonight Yunho hadn't felt like watching Jaejoong pace and watching Yoochun watch him. Yunho looks up as the door opens, takes in the expression on Junsu's face. It's a still quietness that Yunho loves, a part of himself Junsu generally keeps safely hidden from the outside world. Yunho used to be the only one who'd seen it before Yoochun, and then Changmin, and now Jaejoong; Yunho's found he doesn't mind sharing but still, he likes these moments when it's just them.
"Still nothing?" Yunho asks.
Junsu sits down opposite Yunho, stretches a hand across the table almost carelessly, except that his fingertips come to rest bare millimeters from Yunho's knuckles, and there's nothing careless about that distance. "Something," Junsu replies, "but I don't know what to do with it."
Yunho closes his book and looks at Junsu, at his hand on the table, at how he's almost not-quite asking for contact, at how intent his eyes are on Yunho's face.
"What would you have to do?" Yunho asks, and closes his fingers over Junsu's. The way Junsu grips his hand in response comes closer to terrifying Yunho than anything else has in years. He almost gets up and walks around the table to hug Junsu, except that he doesn't think it's the right time for that just yet.
Junsu drops his eyes, stares at the table as if it contains the whole future written out in the grain of its wood, as if it, rather than Yunho, will answer his question. "Will you still need me if I'm just Junsu? If I'm not special any more?" Junsu asks, quieter than Yunho's ever heard him before.