Title: Stay with me
Author: Me, unfortunately
Bands: Merry, TVXQ
Warning: This pairing is crackified but it’s better than Gackt and Mick Jagger
Don’t ask you srsly don’t wanna know.
Disclaimer: When I tried to buy Jaejoong on eBay Yunho outbid me :<
Synopsis: “Don’t leave me...”
The Korean displayed no reaction, leading Gara to believe that he had once again lost the smaller male to a fantasy world. Still, he had to admit it was rare he saw the other so relaxed - his everyday concerns and insecurities abandon at the door even if only for a short while.
It was moments like these, he decided, that Jae was most beautiful. Of course there was no denying that said man possessed a beauty no man should rightly have but these were the moments that Gara could truly be fooled into thinking he stood in the presence of an angel.
Jaejoong sat on the window-seat, an oversized pillow pressing into his side to keep him upright as he peered through the slightly fogged glass. The outside world displayed a miserable picture; the sunlight had been shunned from existence in favor of clouds so dark they nearly appeared black and angry rain drops fell from the sky, pelting the panes of glass that rested under Jaejoong’s fingertips with a vengeance.
“Jae...” the older man attempted once more, fingertips just barely brushing over the younger’s bare shoulder, still nothing.
It was a defeated feeling, although he was unable to place down a certain answer as to why, when he was ignored, usually the roles were reversed. Yet rather than falling into the Princess role - that so rightfully went to the Korean - by demanding the other's attention he stepped back with plans to retreat from the room; but to his great surprise he was jerked forwards just the slightest bit by a small, delicate hand that captured his own.
“Don’t leave me,” Jaejoong murmured quietly, his hold on Gara’s hand tightening subconsciously, “please...”
A smile crept over the taller’s features as he stepped forwards, lowering himself easily to the small bench, smile widening further as he pulled the small body into his lap, “of course I won’t, dear Jae.”
The settling silence was a comfortable one. The official curled up like some sort of oversized kitten, head resting contentedly as he listened to the ready beat of the older man’s heart and yet as if harboring some sort of fear of being abandon Jae’s hand fisted Gara’s shirt with such force his knuckles turned white. To an outsider the almost possessive gesture was cute and yet the prostitute could feel the worries returning to the angelic male’s form.
“I want to play in the rain.”Silly Jae
“You can’t, you might catch a cold.”
“I don’t care, I’m a grown up
, I want to go outside,” the official persisted and he could hear the pout in his voice.
Chuckling quietly Gara shook his head, pressing a loving kiss to the top of the stubborn ones head, “I said you can’t, Jae.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
Huffing slightly Jaejoong sat up, turning his head to glare at the other, “Yes, I truly hate you and—”
“I love you, too. I just don’t want you to get sick,” he attempted in a gentle tone, lovingly brushing the blonde’s bangs from his face.
Opening and closing his mouth a few times Jaejoong pouted, searching for a way around that reasoning. He had been ready to give up, once again admitting defeat however the light finally flickered in his mind.
“If I got sick would you take care of me?”
“Of course I would, love.”
And yet milliseconds later Gara cursed himself. The Korean jumped to his feet, bolting towards the door before he could even blink, but then he stopped, looking over his shoulder with a small smile ‘I love you
’ it read but then the official went back to his original plan of escape, throwing the door open and fleeing.
“I don’t want to take medicine, yuck,” a voice rasped weakly, broken by a harsh cough that felt as though it tore his throat apart.
“I told you not to play out in the rain.”
“But, I ... I wanted you to... take care of... of me,” Jaejoong's slight stuttering was not due to his sickness, unfortunately both men knew this.
Gara frowned, “You don’t need to get yourself sick for that, dear.”
“I love you...” the Korean nearly whispered, biting his lip.
The initial shock lasted for only a moment as the older man recovered, bending and pressing a loving kiss to the younger’s forehead, “I know, Jae. I love you too.”
Years ago Gara had to stop and wonder why he put up with the feisty blonde, it required an amazing sense of patience and although he enjoyed teasing the young man cute boys truly had never been his type and yet as time continued he found himself growing closer to the Korean, more attached than he originally would have liked to be.
Many people would have liked to argue over whether Jaejoong was an angel or if he was a hellion and yet in that moment Gara knew for sure.
Jaejoong was his angel, his feisty little angel.
Note: Lmao that was horrible XD