| Fan Fiction |
by Zeey'
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“Yunnie! Where are you?” Jaejoong’s voice broke inside the whole manor but there was no response he received from the latter.
Jaejoong just woke up this morning when he felt the other side of his comfortable bed empty, thus to him, without Yunho by his side the bed was no longer comforting. Dressed only in a silky knee-high sleeping gown, Jaejoong made his way down the stairs as he rubbed his eyes sleepily, “Yunnie?” he yawned. Then he averted his eyes to the nearest clock. ‘5 a.m.’. There is no way Yunho would go to work this early.
Clumsy foot dragged Jaejoong to the kitchen. Some of the workers weren’t here yet even the maids were still sleeping. Jaejoong knew well that they only come around 7. Done with that, Jaejoong, with his still hoarse sleepy voice called out, “Yunnie?”
“Baby, I’m here. Come here...” a voice replied from somewhere nearby. Jaejoong’s eyes caught his lover’s familiar figure by the veranda overlooking their Olympic-sized swimming pool and some part of the shady tree with flowers decorating the sides of the pool.
Smiling, Jaejoong hopped towards Yunho and jumped into his arms and immediately snuggled close to Yunho’s warm chest, covered with sleeping robe. “Why aren’t you in bed, sweetheart?” Yunho cooed softly as he arranged the dishevelled black hair of his baby.
“Why aren’t you?” Yunho chuckled at the reply. “You know, I can’t sleep without you.”
Smiling sweetly, Yunho picked Jaejoong up from his flooring and turned to the nearest bench. Yunho fully understood this is the right time Jaejoong would go babyish than he already was and acted as Yunho’s spoilt brat as he was. Nevertheless, Yunho loved that side of Jaejoong. It can show how much he loved Jaejoong dearly. Even if Jaejoong was spoilt to the maximum, Yunho still loved him like Jaejoong was the oxygen he inhaled, the air he exhaled and every single beat of his hear. Even if Jaejoong wanted stars on the sky, Yunho would do anything to give to everything Jaejoong wants. But he knew his baby wasn’t like that, Jaejoong knew earth very well. Jaejoong knew what was possible and what wasn’t. He knew he has limit in everything.
But Yunho’s love didn’t.
Yunho rocked Jaejoong’s slim figure in his arms back to sleep while humming a soft melody in his ear. The older man wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist affectionately as the latter rested his face on the area between Yunho’s neck and shoulder; his favourite spot as Yunho always claimed. It was true nevertheless.
Couple of seconds later, a soft snore emitted Jaejoong’s mouth, sending the warm breath down Yunho’s skin. Yunho kissed the exposed cheek with a soft peck, longer than usual, knowing how Jaejoong always loved it every time Yunho gave him a kiss before bed.
Only if Jaejoong knows how important he was to Yunho. Only if Jaejoong knows how Yunho wouldn’t be able to live without him by his side. Only if Jaejoong knows how every breathe Yunho took held his name there. Only if...then Jaejoong wouldn’t have heart to leave him, ever. Yunho wouldn’t allow that to happen. Be it anything, but Jaejoong leaving him wasn’t something written in his list.
Oh, only if Jaejoong knows.
“Do you know, baby, hmm?” Yunho whispers softly as not to wake him up. “Do you ever think about that, baby? What you can do to me? Hm, sweetheart? Do you?” Yunho whispers. “You don’t, right?” a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes.
He didn’t know why he cried...
....but Jaejoong is so important.
Yunho tightened his hold as Jaejoong slightly stirred.
God, how he would anything – anything just to keep Jaejoong his. Jaejoong has that effect. The effect to him. That Yunho wouldn’t find anywhere in this whole world. No one can control him as much as Jaejoong able to control him.
“Only if you know, baby...”
“Yunnie...” Jaejoong whined in his sleep, maybe feeling Yunho’s hold slipping.
“I’m here, baby. I’m always here...” He caressed the soft black hair gently and Jaejoong purred in delight before falling to his slumber again.
Yunho wondered if that sentence alone held the promise as it promised. What if he didn’t? What if he suddenly leaves Jaejoong alone? Would Jaejoong be hurt as it was if Jaejoong was the one you leaves? Would Jaejoong cry? Would Jaejoong wail Yunho’s name in his sleep every night? Would Jaejoong refuse to eat? To live? To love again?
Because Yunho realised he would. He would be hurt, he would cry, he would wail Jaejoong’s name every night, refuse to do anything, to even love again. Because it won’t be Jaejoong he will love again. And it will hold no point to ever live again when the point Yunho ever lived was because of Jaejoong. Jaejoong is his life. Without Jaejoong, there will be no life. Damn, there will also be no Yunho.
Soft morning wind blew by. Yunho pulled Jaejoong tighter. Jaejoong would wake up if he didn’t. Yunho was aware of how Jaejoong usually whined when it was colder than his liking. To whom would he whine? To Yunho, of course. And that’s when cute pout and whining sound blend together so well.
A gentle smile grazed upon Yunho’s face at those thoughts. The 26-year-old man, for a moment, questioned himself. What did he see in Jaejoong? Is it those cute little pouts every time Jaejoong doesn’t get what he wanted? Is it his loud heart-warming laughter when he was happy? Is it the way he snuggled up to Yunho when he felt trouble? Or is it the way he fitted Yunho in every shape? Yunho chuckled.
He didn’t really know.
He loved Jaejoong more than that - more than cute pouts, cheeky laughter, or anything. He loved Jaejoong infinitely. He loved Jaejoong because of not who he was, but who Yunho was when he was with Jaejoong – that fact was what important than most of the reasons.
Yunho wasn’t the cruel gang leader when he was with Jaejoong. He wasn’t the man who would kill an innocent child whenever he wanted when he was with Jaejoong. He was not that. But that was what he actually was – before Jaejoong entered his life. And miraculously, he changed. Yunho had no idea how. One fact he knew very well now was that, he killed not when he wanted but when he needed to. He needed to kill when Jaejoong was hurt, when he was badly treated, when no one took care of Jaejoong the same as Yunho took care of him.
Yunho has leisurely changed in those amounts of time. From a heartless man to a man who would do anything for his lover. Yunho didn’t care what people might say, might think of him together with Jaejoong – a man, as long as his baby says okay to it, then nothing was going to be wrong in Yunho’s point of view.
He remembered when Jaejoong went frantic over him during the time he got sick, he got hurt. His expression also showed nothing but worry and worry. During that time, he would always cry helplessly as if he has got no chance in seeing Yunho again, as if Yunho would die at that moment. Jaejoong exaggerated too much. He cried until his voice went hoarse, his eyes went bloodshot, but he didn’t stop crying – until Yunho, with so much effort convinced that he was fine, which Jaejoong never listened to – then, until Yunho would say he will never love a person of hoarse voice and eyes red. Jaejoong abruptly stopped. His loud sobs ceased to small sniffles.
Yunho doubt if he could love Jaejoong more than he did now. He wondered if Jaejoong loved him more than he did, because Yunho admitted his love to Jaejoong is more than the word more.
“Yunnie...I love you...” Jaejoong mumbled in his sleep.
Yunho bit his lips – hard – and squeezed Jaejoong’s small figure tighter. “Yes baby...I love you too...” a small drop of tear escaped Yunho’s eyes. Then another ...and another.
Do Jaejoong know his own words held such meaning to Yunho? Every time he said that, Yunho felt himself being lifted off his heavy burden. Do Jaejoong know?
His wet tears dropped onto Jaejoong’s skin and woken the sleeping beauty up. “Yunnie?” he pushed Yunho slightly off him to look at Yunho better. His eyes widened when he noticed the wet tears decorating the man’s cheek. “Yunnie baby? Why are you crying?” he asked as he reached out to wipe the wet tears off. “Is something wrong?”
“No baby... Nothing is wrong...” the older man replied softly as he grabbed both Jaejoong’s hand on his face and kissed the wrist.
“Then why are you crying?” Jaejoong frowned and his expression hardened.
Yunho shook his head. “It was nothing. Really...”
Jaejoong refused to believe in those words as then his lips started to trembled. And with a small pout in his lips, small ball of tears followed after.
In his state of bewilderment, Yunho smiled slightly, “Hey...” he whispered to Jaejoong’s face. “Don’t cry...” and cupped his face. But Jaejoong’s tears only flowed rapidly. “Yunnie swears it was nothing. You don’t have to cry, baby...” Yunho thumbed the tears away.
“You could just tell me what is wrong...” Jaejoong sobbed.
Smiling, Yunho rocked the fragile figure side to side.
Then a comfortable silence occupied the air before, after a few good minutes, Yunho broke into small chuckle. “Why do you always cry whenever I cry?”
Pouting, Jaejoong hit Yunho’s chest softly. “Because I don’t know what else to do...” he muttered.
Yunho laughed at the thoughtless answer.
Sun had already started to show its full profile up, showering the earth with its rich light onto the living earth. It was a beautiful sight to see, adding to that, the bundle of happiness in his arms accompanying the memorial sight. Yunho couldn’t and wouldn’t ask for me.
Because he decided, as long as Jaejoong was here, there was no point asking for more.
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Emo-ish much? Haha!
This is the shortest chptr I’ve ever written!
Enjoy eh!
And comment of course!