Morning Melody [1]
Jaejoong hovered by the window, the images outside distorted by the raindrops that clung to it. He brought a hand up, as if to press it against the glass, before sighing and letting it drop. Yoochun sighed too. Jaejoong was in that mood again. If you can even call it a mood. He'd like to think it came and went, but he knew all too well that it wasn't just a passing matter. He knew that, even when Jaejoong seemed happy, those thoughts poked at the back of his mind. He tried his best not to show it, not to think about them all too often, and, if he was lucky, he'd actually forget about them momentarily and truly enjoy himself. Only, that made him feel worse later on, when he did remember. Part of him was disgusted with the fact he'd forget such important things, even if just for a short time, and the other part was terrified he'd forget them for good. As much as the memories pained him, he didn't want to lose them too. Another sigh and he slipped back into his bedroom, slowly, but surely, closing and locking the door.
Yoochun rested his head on his knees, which he had already been hugging. From his position on the couch, he sat directly beside Junsu, who'd fallen asleep well before his hyungs had arrived back home. Yoochun guessed he'd been waiting up for them, and the thought brought a smile to his lips. Slight and small, but still there. He reached a hand over to brush a spare strip of hair from the younger's face, careful not to wake him. He thought later that he should have when Junsu suddenly started gasping for air, fingers trying to clutch the nearest object that his nightmare hadn't imagined. He let Yoochun comfort him, hold him, find him a secure place in against his own chest, arms encasing him, before finally leading him to their room. Their room. That had always sat wrong with Yoochun. Jaejoong got the same size room as them, same size bed, but no one to say, "It's ours," to. He didn't get a their room. He got a his room. Yoochun pushed the thought aside long enough to lull himself to sleep, wrapped in his boyfriend's embrace.
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