646 words. Drabble. Romance.
Basic good-feel JaeSu that I love oh so much.
For everyone who has been sticking by my stories, sporadic as they may be.
The sheets are tousled, damp,sticking to his body as he tosses around. Strands of hair are pressed against his cheeks as he hugs against his pillow and a lank of fringe falls over his eyes, brushing against his eyelashes and tickling his nose. He frowns,unwilling to move, but he eventually relents and reaches up a hand to swat it away. He sighs and turns to the opposite side of the room, staring open-eyed at the hard oak closet, humming softly under his breath of a strange, lilting lullaby. It has always managed to sooth him and he finds his body relaxing,muscles releasing his energy, dissipating away… He sneezes.
Junsu sits up in bed, grumbling under his breath as he fights away a jaw-cracking yawn. There were dark circles hovering under his eyes, small thunderstorms that made it hard for him to keep his eyes open. But I still can’t sleep!, thought Junsu, humming to himself another refrain of the lullaby as he falls back on a pillow, rolling his shoulders to make himself comfortable. The ticking of the clock starts to irritate him and he cracks open an eye to glare balefully at its neon surface. It read two-twenty-three in the morning. There was a photoshoot tomorrow and Junsu blamed his entire conundrum on Kim Jaejoong. My sleep cycle is an abomination created by Kim Jaejoong. It is wrong of him to take control over it, just wrong!
The sound of the front door closing made Junsu pause. Quick as a mouse, and just as quietly, he fluffs up the blankets and pats them down neatly, flinging himself under the covers with his back to the door when it creaks open, revealing a slit of light to shine in from the hallway.
“Junsu yah, are you awake?”
Darkness envelopes the room again as the door closes, and Junsu breaths out a sigh of relief. Wrinkling his forehead, Junsu shuffles his feet under the covers to keep them warm and tucks his chin in, snuggling against the blankets.
Fifteen minutes later, Junsu starts humming again.
Thirty minutes later, he flings the covers away and rubs circles on his stomach with the flat of his hand,mimicking the motions of his mother whenever he was sick as a child.
When the clock reads three-fifteen AM, a weight jostles the hotel bed before strong arms wrap around his waist. Warmth presses against his back and a hand lies flat upon his stomach, radiating heat. Junsu looks carefully over his shoulder and catches Jaejoong's eye.
Jaejoong presses his lips against a bare shoulder. “I'm sorry,” He murmurs, lifting his lips in a weary,apologetic smile. “did I wake you up?”
The sound of sheets rustling as Jaejoong shuffles his body deeper into the blankets reverberates within the hotel room. Junsu settles back into the bed, one hand resting lightly upon Jaejoong's arm under the covers. “You woke me up.” He says in a small voice.
He can feel Jaejoong's smile in the darkness. “I hope you didn’t wait for too long.” Jaejoong starts rubbing his hand in circles along Junsu's belly, suddenly surging up to balance on his elbow as he presses a fleeting kiss on Junsu's temple.
Junsu lets his lips widen in a grin under the cover of darkness— he can’t stop smiling, it almost feels as if his smile is touching his ear lobes and the muscles in his face hurt from the strain. He frowns at himself for this silliness, clamping his lips shut and swallowing past the lump in his throat. I have to sound offended, angry. Angry! He lifts his finger up and wags it at Jaejoong, “I wasn’t waiting for…”
“Junsu!” Jaejoong lowers his voice to a mere whisper, shifting up to get a closer look at… a sleeping Junsu.He smiles again and the clock reads three-thirty-three.