Title: Gangster wife
Paring: Yunho- Jaejoong
Words: 1025
Gangster Wife
Monday morning Yunho loses his memory, “It’s highly probable considering the bullet grazed his elbow and the concussion” says the doctor.
“But this is not the first” Changmin kicks Yoochun’s shin before he can finish that thought, “how long will it last?” he was always the one to ask smart questions. The doctor frowns at that a bit “ordinarily, he shouldn’t have a memory block at all” he says “but if it lasts for more than a month, you should bring him back”. Changmin shifts on his feet and sighs “a month?”
The doctor looks at the unruly bunch in the room, all patch-worked jeans and an overload of silver jewelry “are you idols?” he asks instead.
Only in Korea.
Yunho is wrapped in gauze tourniquet and Jaejoong brushes his hair aside “you can drop the act” he says softly “the doctor’s gone”
Yunho’s eyes look dazed as he smiles “who are you?”
…….
Junsu is done his share of pacing around and Changmin feigns polite disinterest “So what are we going to do?”
Yoochun does what any sane man would do, throws a punch at a surprised Yunho, who manages to catch his fist half way “he still has his reflexes” but Yunho doesn’t loosen his grip till Yoochun flinches “and his temper”
Yunho is confused as any man with no memories would be, is quiet and contemplative as he is lead into a spacious apartment by Yoochun. The hall is big, hardfood floor and sparse furniture, there is an ornate ugly looking vase on the corner and a huge plasma TV hung. “What do I do?”
Changmin had warned them all about over loading Yunho’s brain with useless information; he was supposed to discover it by himself. The gang had collectively decided not to tell Yunho hyung anything about their lives unless he discovered, well that was the plan anyway.
“You are a gangster” Yoochun blurted out, he was never good at dodging direct questions.
“You know like how people beat up other…”
“That’s enough Yoochun” Jaejoong has a prissy look about, apron and spatula in hand Yoochun is not stupid enough to retort. Jaejoong leads a silent Yunho to the dinning room and Yoochun takes a hasty exit.
Jaejoong moves around gracefully in the kitchen and feels Yunho’s eyes on the back of his neck. He turns back when he can’t take the suspense anymore “what?”
Yunho looks contemplative as he says “You live here”
Jaejoong was supposed to move in with Changmin for the week, they were supposed to take turns on ‘Yunho-watching’, being gay would fall under Changmin’s definition of overload of information.
It is not a question and Jaejoong can’t deny it well enough “Yes” he says simply and goes back to stirring his pot.
Jaejoong is skinny, Yunho realizes the skin on his wrist wrapped taut, Yunho can make out the bumps in his neck, the curve of his shoulders in those thin cotton shirt. “You don’t look like a gangster” It is not a question so Jaejoong chooses not to answer.
They finish their meal in relative silence and Jaejoong leads Yunho to bed as he opens the closet for spare sheets, Yunho flattens the wrinkles on the comforter and questions “you sleep with me”
Jaejoong tenses abruptly, fingers twisting against the sheets, it is still not a question. It took them years as teens, with Yunho, on again and off again. Every single kiss with fist fights and every single touch with glares and Yunho leaving the bed before dawn cause he just couldn’t deal…
“You can sleep on the same bed” when Jaejoong turns back Yunho’s eyes is dark with an emotion he can’t place “the bed is big enough”
Jaejoong sits awkwardly on the bed, fingers taping against the coat, eyes far away. Yunho takes his fingers first slowly grazing it against his “are you like my prison wife?”
It’s a contemplative question, that sometimes Jaejoong wonders too, if they were stuck in an eternal loop of the same people and love was something which was inevitable. Of the times people told him that he was pretty enough to pass off as a girl that maybe, Yunho thought too.
It was sudden when Yunho pressed his fingers against Jaejoong’s neck, it was strong enough to chock him. He gasped, half in shock, half in pain as he pushed onto the bed trapped beneath Yunho’s larger frame.
Wide eyes and Yunho smiled “I don’t normally do this” it was again a statement, his fingers loosened their grasp “I don’t treat you roughly”
“You could have just asked” he chokes out, voice hoarse and Yunho presses his lips against his forehead “you could have lied”
“I would never…”
His words are cut off as Yunho presses his lips onto him, “I am sorry” he breathes out “I think I like you too” he grasps his fingers and leads it up to the front of the shirt, he can feel Yunho’s heart beat “Hasn’t slowed down ever since I met you”
Somewhere Jaejoong’s brain recollects the term ‘muscle memory’ and smiles, and Yunho traces it out with the tip of his fingers, “you really are perfect”
The lamp light casts shadows and Jaejoong longs for Yunho’s smile and the touch of his fingers light a fire beneath his skin. His shirt is discarded easily, and Yunho’s eyes in the dark looks free without worries and Jaejoong remembers the first time they were together, all flailing arms and lanky bodies that felt awkward on its own fit perfectly with each other.
Somewhere in between, Yunho looks into his eyes and smiles, “beautiful” and chases down every drop of sweat with his lips. It is so perfect that Jaejoong feels whole and aches and pains disseapearing with every touch that he makes, and Yunho falls asleep curved onto his frame, his arms thrown against his hip.
On Tuesday morning Yunho is up before Jaejoong is and makes coffee, “did I say something stupid?” he asks when Jaejoong explains why Yunho lost a day in memory. Jaejoong takes a sip of his coffee “nothing” he says and smiles instead.
Paring: Yunho- Jaejoong
Words: 1025
Gangster Wife
Monday morning Yunho loses his memory, “It’s highly probable considering the bullet grazed his elbow and the concussion” says the doctor.
“But this is not the first” Changmin kicks Yoochun’s shin before he can finish that thought, “how long will it last?” he was always the one to ask smart questions. The doctor frowns at that a bit “ordinarily, he shouldn’t have a memory block at all” he says “but if it lasts for more than a month, you should bring him back”. Changmin shifts on his feet and sighs “a month?”
The doctor looks at the unruly bunch in the room, all patch-worked jeans and an overload of silver jewelry “are you idols?” he asks instead.
Only in Korea.
Yunho is wrapped in gauze tourniquet and Jaejoong brushes his hair aside “you can drop the act” he says softly “the doctor’s gone”
Yunho’s eyes look dazed as he smiles “who are you?”
…….
Junsu is done his share of pacing around and Changmin feigns polite disinterest “So what are we going to do?”
Yoochun does what any sane man would do, throws a punch at a surprised Yunho, who manages to catch his fist half way “he still has his reflexes” but Yunho doesn’t loosen his grip till Yoochun flinches “and his temper”
Yunho is confused as any man with no memories would be, is quiet and contemplative as he is lead into a spacious apartment by Yoochun. The hall is big, hardfood floor and sparse furniture, there is an ornate ugly looking vase on the corner and a huge plasma TV hung. “What do I do?”
Changmin had warned them all about over loading Yunho’s brain with useless information; he was supposed to discover it by himself. The gang had collectively decided not to tell Yunho hyung anything about their lives unless he discovered, well that was the plan anyway.
“You are a gangster” Yoochun blurted out, he was never good at dodging direct questions.
“You know like how people beat up other…”
“That’s enough Yoochun” Jaejoong has a prissy look about, apron and spatula in hand Yoochun is not stupid enough to retort. Jaejoong leads a silent Yunho to the dinning room and Yoochun takes a hasty exit.
Jaejoong moves around gracefully in the kitchen and feels Yunho’s eyes on the back of his neck. He turns back when he can’t take the suspense anymore “what?”
Yunho looks contemplative as he says “You live here”
Jaejoong was supposed to move in with Changmin for the week, they were supposed to take turns on ‘Yunho-watching’, being gay would fall under Changmin’s definition of overload of information.
It is not a question and Jaejoong can’t deny it well enough “Yes” he says simply and goes back to stirring his pot.
Jaejoong is skinny, Yunho realizes the skin on his wrist wrapped taut, Yunho can make out the bumps in his neck, the curve of his shoulders in those thin cotton shirt. “You don’t look like a gangster” It is not a question so Jaejoong chooses not to answer.
They finish their meal in relative silence and Jaejoong leads Yunho to bed as he opens the closet for spare sheets, Yunho flattens the wrinkles on the comforter and questions “you sleep with me”
Jaejoong tenses abruptly, fingers twisting against the sheets, it is still not a question. It took them years as teens, with Yunho, on again and off again. Every single kiss with fist fights and every single touch with glares and Yunho leaving the bed before dawn cause he just couldn’t deal…
“You can sleep on the same bed” when Jaejoong turns back Yunho’s eyes is dark with an emotion he can’t place “the bed is big enough”
Jaejoong sits awkwardly on the bed, fingers taping against the coat, eyes far away. Yunho takes his fingers first slowly grazing it against his “are you like my prison wife?”
It’s a contemplative question, that sometimes Jaejoong wonders too, if they were stuck in an eternal loop of the same people and love was something which was inevitable. Of the times people told him that he was pretty enough to pass off as a girl that maybe, Yunho thought too.
It was sudden when Yunho pressed his fingers against Jaejoong’s neck, it was strong enough to chock him. He gasped, half in shock, half in pain as he pushed onto the bed trapped beneath Yunho’s larger frame.
Wide eyes and Yunho smiled “I don’t normally do this” it was again a statement, his fingers loosened their grasp “I don’t treat you roughly”
“You could have just asked” he chokes out, voice hoarse and Yunho presses his lips against his forehead “you could have lied”
“I would never…”
His words are cut off as Yunho presses his lips onto him, “I am sorry” he breathes out “I think I like you too” he grasps his fingers and leads it up to the front of the shirt, he can feel Yunho’s heart beat “Hasn’t slowed down ever since I met you”
Somewhere Jaejoong’s brain recollects the term ‘muscle memory’ and smiles, and Yunho traces it out with the tip of his fingers, “you really are perfect”
The lamp light casts shadows and Jaejoong longs for Yunho’s smile and the touch of his fingers light a fire beneath his skin. His shirt is discarded easily, and Yunho’s eyes in the dark looks free without worries and Jaejoong remembers the first time they were together, all flailing arms and lanky bodies that felt awkward on its own fit perfectly with each other.
Somewhere in between, Yunho looks into his eyes and smiles, “beautiful” and chases down every drop of sweat with his lips. It is so perfect that Jaejoong feels whole and aches and pains disseapearing with every touch that he makes, and Yunho falls asleep curved onto his frame, his arms thrown against his hip.
On Tuesday morning Yunho is up before Jaejoong is and makes coffee, “did I say something stupid?” he asks when Jaejoong explains why Yunho lost a day in memory. Jaejoong takes a sip of his coffee “nothing” he says and smiles instead.
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