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Love In The Ice [interlude]
Title: Love in the Ice
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: R
Length: Chaptered
Genre: Non-AU, angst, fluff, romance
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the story. I wish I had YunJae and if I had my way, they'd move to New Zealand so they can be married here

Summary: A script for a new mini-series is left in Yunho’s apartment by his manager, and as he reads it, he becomes more and more intrigued. Unbeknownst to him, one of the leads has already been cast, and the contracts signed. When he too is cast in the project after expressing interest in the part, he gets the shock of his life when he arrives for the script reading to be faced with a person from his past. Someone that he has spent years trying to pretend never existed. How will they be able to get through filming this without killing each other? Or worse…

AN1: Chapter 9 is taking so much out of me. I was sobbing barely five hundred words into the damn thing, and so I had to stop. I wrote this instead, because I just needed to let it out. I’ve never done such a thing in the middle of a fic before. This is a brief (294 words) interlude in the first person from where we left off last in LITI.

AN2: Oh and if you’re a new reader who has never read ICE, I really think you should because I will make a few references to it without actually spelling it out because the assumption is that everyone has read ICE and are familiar with the plot…

I cannot keep still.

The frission of awareness as his eyes slide over my body sends a telltale shiver up my back.

I don’t have to look up to know he is staring.

And he says my gaze is powerful?

Right back at you, U-Know Yunho.

How will I survive these next few months?

How will I survive seeing him almost every day?

Touching him brings nothing but pain, and it is something I have to change.

The question is how?

The better question is why?

Am I truly this much of a masochist to want to go through this again?

The memories of the final time we made love still echo in the recesses of my mind.

Can he read my thoughts?

I really fucking hope not.

I dare not look up, because time does not erase everything, and I’m not going to chance him realising why I’m trying not to cry.

I told myself I have to be strong.

But it’s easy to be strong when I’m alone.

Does that mean I’m stronger by myself then?

Or am I simply in denial?

The yearning is terrifying.

Why am I the only one feeling this?

Assumptions again, Kim Jaejoong. Why can’t I consider that he might be feeling it too?

Will it hurt less to assume he doesn’t? Or to ask and find that he does?

How do I tell him that despite the years, my lips hold only the memory of his body, and if anyone else were to taste me, they would taste only him…

And how do I ask him if the memory of my touch is like a stain on his skin, that if anyone else were to touch him, they would be touching me…


AN: How? How? How? This hurts.

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Awww this is ao angsty. *sobs*
Love and pain...

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