It seemed as though the days were passing him in a blur whilst he hovered above, watching with growing incredulity at the events unfolding before him. Could this really be happening? Laughter was akin to breathing air around Junsu. Wind sighed through the trees, playing merry tunes in the weather just for their enjoyment. Whenever Jaejoong was around Junsu, the world would halt in its tracks and fit together like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and whatever could go wrong never did so and everything was right… felt just right.
Jaejoong remembered all their dates in hues of grey, purples and dark blues as Junsu always ended work on weekdays at seven. The man would emerge from the small, white café, hands constantly preoccupied with fixing his tie, his buttons, his collars or even his shoelaces, a gentle smile on his gentle face. Their meetings would go on as normal or sometimes he felt that they were even better than before. Their conversations increased in complexity, constantly revolving around each other in an intellectual debate over the origins of coffee or how socks would be used in the future.
Junsu would take him to places that seemed to have been featured in movies; an amusement park over the weekend or strolling by the Han River after watching a play. But Jaejoong didn’t mind, so long as they kept walking, kept talking and kept breathing in each other’s unspoken words in the air. When they had run out of things to say, Jaejoong always contented himself with familiarizing with the way Junsu smelled; a faint wisp of melted butter mingled with vanilla. He never dared to go nearer, content with catching a whiff of it whenever the wind blew in his direction, savouring the sweet smell as Junsu laughed enough for the both of them.
“Where are we?” Junsu glanced around and looked up and down a deserted road. It was still early in the morning, well before any decent hour to start a day. Birds were still asleep in their nests and Jaejoong and Junsu were surrounded by the song of cicadas. The sky was a deep black twilight with the only source of light coming from lampposts along the road. “I can’t believe I let you convince me into hiking up a mountain at four in the morning…” Junsu tried his best to grumble but Jaejoong knew better. Before long, Junsu was smiling up at the stars. He wasn’t angry; not truly, Jaejoong remembered how much Junsu lamented about missing his hometown with its wide fields and cows.
Looking down at the cobbled streets, Jaejoong lulled himself to the sound of a hundred singing cicadas, simply concentrating on placing one foot in front of another, steadily marching onwards. Not long after, Junsu started adding in his own tunes, humming along with his hands swinging loosely by his side. The sky gradually started to lighten as they trekked up a sloped incline, both wrapped up in a comfortable silence, as one with the quiet mountains. Amidst the gloom of the early hours, Junsu’s face was cast in a soft glow, wreathed by mountain mist. This man is truly beautiful, Jaejoong thought as he looked, not touched once by any darkness… innocent in his manners and gentle to everything. He compared it to himself and mulled over their differences for a long time. Considering how he had handled events in his past made him feel childish and immature next to Junsu and when they both reached the top, Jaejoong looked at Junsu with new eyes. I am lucky to have him as a… he didn’t know how to describe their relationship, if we are not friends, then what we are doing now, everything together, can it be called dating?
“Jaejoong.” At the sound of his name, Jaejoong looked up to find Junsu staring at him, and for a moment, he lost track of everything that was going on around them. “Um.” he shifted his eyes and saw a sign that read ‘minimart’ and asked, “Are you hungry? Cause I am, let’s go find some breakfast. It doesn’t seem open, does the shop look open?” Belatedly, Jaejoong realised he must have sounded half insane, rambling away as he swerved around Junsu to head to the store.
When he neared the minimart, the store was lit with merchandise being stacked on the shelves but the glass doors were chained shut. Jaejoong stared through the windows, looking for a coffee vending machine. He almost yelped when he felt Junsu's hand tap on his elbow. The man pointed at the sign on the doors, pursing his lips as he read out the time on his watch. “The store only opens at seven in the morning and it’s only fifteen minutes to seven. We can wait for a little while more if you want.” Junsu shrugged, looking back at Jaejoong again with those brown flecked dark eyes, questioning his sanity.
“Um,” Jaejoong wanted to slap himself; he usually had a good grip over his speech. He wondered if it was the lack of coffee or the sudden lightening of the sky with exposure to sunlight. He loved the night, he really did, but its absence never caused him such confusion. With darkness comes still shadows and deep quiet to think, Jaejoong believed, and with the morning sun comes sudden clarity. “What are we doing, you and I?” He stated bluntly.
Junsu blinked. “I don’t know, what do you think?”
“I think that… I enjoy your company and would quite like, for this, whatever we are doing together, to continue, for some time, until such a time as you see fit to end this… whatever this is…” Jaejoong clasped his hands together, swaying on the balls of his feet.
“This,” Junsu said slowly, “is called dating. At least, it’s what I classify as dating.”
“Oh.” It felt like a punch to the guts.
“Yes,” Jaejoong could see a smile hiding behind Junsu’s pretty, tender eyes that shined back at him in the morning sunlight. “My mother used to tell me that when two people like each other and keep meeting each other to like each other even more, it means that they are dating. So…” Junsu sucked on his teeth and leaned closer. “I would call this, dating.” He breathed out the word so all Jaejoong could think about was vanilla ice cream and how sweet it would taste on his tongue, if he ever dared to try.
A dozen thoughts came rushing through his mind and all he could remember was a vivid memory of his school teacher teaching the class the difference between a best friend and a partner. She had said one was based on friendship but the other based on marriage, or had she mentioned if there were both one and the same? Jaejoong liked to believe the latter was true and he had a best friend who was also his partner once, so he guessed the principle could be applied to Junsu as well. The thing was, Jaejoong had been out of the dating game for so long that he had no idea how it worked anymore. He said out as much, “I don’t know anything about dating.” and Junsu laughed.
“It doesn’t really matter Jaejoong,” he said simply, “just enjoy it.” The doors suddenly swung open behind him and he turned around quickly and grabbed Jaejoong’s hand to lead the way.
“Okay,” Jaejoong followed Junsu into the store, heading straight for the coffee dispenser machine. “shall we enjoy coffee together then?” When there was no reply, he looked over at Junsu, taking note of how pale his skin was and the dark circles shadowing his gaze. Jaejoong might have been a nocturnal creature by habit but Junsu certainly was not used to hiking up a mountain on no sleep. “That’s part of dating right? Sharing things together… we could just sit and watch the sun rise.” Seeing how tired Junsu was in the light of day, Jaejoong felt his fickle thoughts melt away like frost on a winter’s morning, and his only concern was Junsu.
“Yeah, sounds great.”
The sky opened up before them in a great expanse of grey cast clouds hovering over the city and Jaejoong tried to spy the tops of great skyscrapers in the distance but only succeeded in straining his eyesight. They sat together on a wooden park bench, with other hikers milling around the landing, some leaning on railings whilst others sat down to share breakfast together. Something about the mountains provoked people into staying quiet, unwillingly to break the peace of nature. Junsu tucked his chin into his jacket and wrapped his fingers around a cup of hot coffee. Steam rose forth and curled into the morning air which was crisp and cold when Jaejoong breathed in deeply.
“It’s beautiful,” Junsu’s voice was small and when Jaejoong turned to look, his upper lip was stained with white foam. He was not aware of it and continued looking up at the pink clouds scudding above. “everything looks beautiful in the morning sun.”
“Yes,” Jaejoong said, “yes it does.” Smiling, he leaned forward and kissed Junsu, licking the foam off his upper lip with a swipe of his tongue and it tasted of vanilla, and all he smelled was vanilla.
A/N: PUT IN THE FAMOUS FOAM KISS CAUSE IT'S CUTE WHEN HE DID IT. Cheesy but whatever, I'm thinking it's super cute with the both of them, don't you agree???? EHEHEHEHE <3