One-shot: The Best of Friends [JaeChun]

[poppy_sky]

Title: The Best of Friends
Pairings: JaeChun
Rating: PG
Warnings: boyxboy, don't like, don't read.
A/N: I wrote this while I was supposed to be sleeping. It hasn't been edited, or properly thought about so sorry if it sucks ^^;

Yoochun and Jaejoong became best friends the moment they met. They were paired together when sleeping arrangements were made and they sneaked away to get their tattoos together; bandaging each other’s backs afterwards whenever it was needed. They shared clothes with each other to the point that sometimes Jaejoong would have more of Yoochun’s clothes in his wardrobe than his own and vice versa. Whenever Yoochun nipped at his chin with his razor Jaejoong would be standing next to him, band-aid in hand, shaking his head at the younger man’s reflection in the mirror. When Yunho went out and did not come until early hours of the morning, wasted and with lipstick smeared on his shirt collar, Yoochun was there to rub the lead-singer’s back soothingly until the harsh breathing that tried to stop the sobs from coming turned into the soft, rhythm one of sleep. Jaejoong was always available when Yoochun needed inspiration, and in turn Yoochun was happy to comply whenever Jaejoong got horny. They were practically joined at the hip.

Lately things had not been going good for Jaejoong. After many outings the leader had gotten a girlfriend, crushing the eldest heart. Jaejoong then got sick with the flu and was unable to attend group activities. With so much time to munch on his own thoughts everyone knew he was getting quite depressed. Jaejoong was never one to show his feelings to others. He was the one who comforted others, not the other way around. Any attempts to brighten the eldest spirits were met with a plastic cheerfulness that could fool almost anyone, except Yoochun.

One of those days, Jaejoong went to the living room after hearing they had returned home, shuffling his feet and pulling his hoodie closer against his torso. All cheerfulness dropped from his face when he saw her sitting on Yunho’s lap. Yoochun immediately knew something was wrong, even if the rest was oblivious. Jaejoong greeted them and against everybody’s concerned exclamations he insisted on making them something to eat.

“I’m going to bake you guys something”, he said with a smile that screamed fake louder than stick-on nails or neon-colored wigs to Yoochun.

Yoochun arrived to the kitchen just as Jaejoong was getting together the batter for brownies. He could still hear the lead-singer sniffing, but was too preoccupied with mixing that he ignored the box of tissues sitting on top of the counter.

Yoochun walked up to him and wrapped his arms around the other man, resting his head on his shoulder.

“You are going to get the whole group sick”

Jaejoong did not answer and continued mixing. Yoochun watched attentively for a while; then he put his hands on top of Jaejoong’s, stilling his movements. Grabbing the spoon, he scooped a fair amount of the brown substance. He took some on his fingers and gave Jaejoong a chocolate mustache. Jaejoong frowned.

“I am not in the mood, Yoochun”

Yoochun kissed Jaejoong, and Jaejoong kissed him back passionately, if not desperately, getting Yoochun smeared with brownie batter too. Then Jaejoong broke down in sobs and hid his face in Yoochun’s shoulder. Yoochun wrapped his arms around the older male as he shook with heart-wrenching sobs and hiccups, whispering sweet nothings against the lead-singer’s hair. He held Jaejoong until his shoulder was beyond soaked and he could just imagine not only being wet but also covered in snot and brownie batter. This is why Yoochun would never be jealous of Yunho. He was the only one that got to see Jaejoong like this, the only one that knew how to push the oldest man to open up and let everything out, even if a couple of times his attempts were met with some reluctance. After what seemed like hours, Jaejoong calmed down a bit.

“Now I got your shirt dirty”

Yoochun smiled and stroked the older man’s hair.

“It’s your shirt anyways”

Jaejoong half-snorted-half-sobbed.

Yoochun took Jaejoong to his room, completely avoiding the living room, and tucked him in bed, the brownies long forgotten. He sang softly in English until the other one fell asleep and then joined the group in the living room, telling them Jaejoong had not been feeling very well yet and had gone to sleep.

The next day, Yoochun was also sick and had to stay in bed next to Jaejoong. But it didn’t matter to him. Because they are best friends and best friends are there for each other; through thick or thin, in good times and in bad times, together forever.