another aeroplane, another sunny place

( from here )



It takes a while for Yunho to find his way to the kitchen. It isn't a large living quarter and he still remembers where everything is, it's just... it's not the home he's been living in the past four months (five? six? who knows). It feels familiar and not at the same time and he doesn't quite know what to think about it. Yunho sighs - he isn't that sure that he wants to think about it.

Rounding up a corner, he catches sight of Jaejoong and a plate of rice cakes. Jaejoong has his laptop in front of it and the thoughtful/spaced-out look is so familiar that Yunho can't help but smile. "Knock-knock." He calls.

do you ever wonder what happened to the words that we said?
do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take,
and come back together again with a whole new meaning and a brand new sense,
completely unrelated to the ones I sent?

i have a very surly, very whiny kitten.
ahh.

hey.

It's a little weird how this doesn't feel ... weird anymore: waiting for the other Yunho to show up so they can spend time together. Again. He's cancelled yesterday (for a reason he can't remember), he can't cancel today.

Yunho leans against a random thick marble column in the lobby, well within view from the elevators, and turns on his ipod (smiles when he hears Jason Mraz crooning about best friends and unrequited love). He doesn't know whether they'll be driving or walking, but if Yunho was thinking about the park he was thinking - which is more than entirely possible - they won't need a car to reach it.

He sticks his hands in his jacket pockets and closes his eyes.

Yunho plans on looking for Junsu, really - something like knocking every door until he finds Junsu's room. But he's three steps into the second door when he hears muffled voices from inside the room. And some banging. And a few groans that can either mean some people are in pain or getting really lucky.

Yunho decides it's the latter.

So he steps back and puts a stop on that plan. He walks back into his room, takes his laptop, and types a message for Junsu-yah in his journal. be waiting in the living room. He hopes Junsu gets it soon or something. He really needs to start taking these guys' numbers. Doing a last-minute check on his hair and clothes, Yunho makes his way to the (oddly empty) living room couch and switches on the TV.

He waits.

oh a million faces pass my way,
oh they're all the same,
nothing seems to change every time I look around.
oh who knows just what the future holds?
all I want to know is if it's with you.

we're distracted by the hard times,
and the troubles that we make
let us throw them in the ocean,
let it wash our cares away.

good song.

eta; junsu (the charismatic one), i'll be waiting in the living room :)

And through timeless words
and priceless pictures
we’ll fly like birds
not of this earth.
And tides they turn and
hearts disfigure,
but that’s no concern
when we're wounded together.

And we tore our dresses and
stained our shirts,
but it's nice today,

oh the way it was so worth it.

Six fifty.

Yunho stands in the middle of the hallway, wearing a leather jacket, tattered jeans, and a small frown. He doesn't remember where Jaejoong's room is - and there are more than two Jaejoongs. Come to think about it, there are a couple of empty rooms in this house, too (to accommodate possible newcomers?).

...

He is so not ready.

What started as a harmless banter turned to be a meeting to get drunk. Drunk. Yunho sighs and runs his palm across his face (like he's been doing for the past three days). As fun as it sounds, Jaejoong is an incredibly strong drinker - at least the one from his universe - and secrets have the tendency to spill like an overflowing shot glass when one is drunk. Yunho isn't sure he wants to share his secrets with Jaejoong. Or hear Jaejoong's secrets...

Six fifty-five. Oh, what the hell.

"Milk!"

it's not even being about that anymore,
i gotta get you down, those tiny fragments of perfection,
they please in a time unchanged, when it's not the same beginning,
or a long awaited end.

if i knew all the words, i would ride myself out of here,
if i knew all the colors, i would paint you pretty in gold in a picture,
so now, i'm told, little sister, and now, i'm sold, little sister,
why don't you tell me about the sunsets in sweden, and the laws of eden,
and how you were the rock of gilbratar? and how they called you foxy (foxy?)

well it's another whole box of pandora's, it's another whole box of them ties,
slide your foot off the gas, before we crash back into the median,
right back into the median, the median that separates
our house from the middle of the street.

our house from the middle of the street.

here, i guess. if you still want to talk about it.

Our friends on the front porch, telling jokes,
and they swing oh-so-swiftly towards happier times.
Expending lines and finding more energy for the effort,
and getting distance from that front porch spotlight.

But us, we found peace in the shadows,
long enough to see the monsters rise.
Candy's got some space to fill in her daydreams,
Living high on yesterday's lie.

(ooc: picked up from here)



Yunho unlocks the door to their room and feels the wall for the switch. There's a soft click a second before the mirrored room is bathed with light. Yunho squints a little. This room is small compared to the other practice rooms - but it suits them well, or so he thinks.

"After you." He steps aside and holds the door for Yunho.

He's wondered, briefly, if they should use his car or Yunho's car. He knows he likes to have the steering wheel under his fingers, but this is Yunho, right? He doesn't know to what extent their similarity is, so maybe he shouldn't assume.

(It's quite a leap, really: from wanting to get out of here (literally) to meeting his body double. This world/universe/a skewed curve in time and space is weird enough without him having to complicate it. Yunho thinks perhaps this is why he's been hiding for some time; quiet, observant, unsure of what to do, say, or think. He's always had that innate need to keep everything under control. He needs them to make sense.

And now everything is starting to not make sense, his control is slipping, and Yunho wonders maybe he should take that leap and experience the free-fall.)

He folds his hands, leaning against the entrance of their parking garage, and waits.

and i feel just like i'm living someone else's life -
like i just stepped outside when everything was going right.

i've been keeping all the letters that i wrote to you,
each one a line or two: "i'm fine, baby. how are you?"