2 drabbles
2 drabbles
a/n: i just really felt like posting something idk
where everything's meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i am
pairing: aj/kiseop, rating: g
Jaeseop is the kind of person Kiseop knows he should stay away from. But he thinks, it’s in the moments where they pass by each other, shoulders brushing, fingers curling and uncurling, that he falls deeper into alligator eyes and a deceased heart. He memorizes Jaeseop by heart, the way disquiet spirals out of his fingertips into crumpled papers and ethereal colours.
A kaleidoscope of red, yellow, orange, purple, green, blue, like pain in different shades of colour, like a constant, a focus point, like black ink dripping off the pages in liquid streaks, leaving behind trails of crimson illusion. Like something to hold onto, when everything else is spiraling out control. And Jaeseop digs his nails into Kiseop’s skin, breathes into the nape of his neck, whispering something along the lines of it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay.
And Kiseop wants to believe him so bad, so they lace their fingers together, life against death, beating as one.
we can go where you want, say the word and i'll take ya
pairing: soohyun/kiseop, rating: pg
“I’m cold,” Kiseop declares rather bitterly. A smile tugs at Soohyun’s lips, “Come here.”
Kiseop pads over to Soohyun, plopping himself down on the other’s lap. Arms lace around waist, chest beats against nape of neck, lips press onto back of head.
“What are you thinking about now?”
“About the future, about us. About eating vanilla cones while watching the sun set beneath the horizon, grains of sand filling up the spaces between our toes.”
“And we can wake up to sloppy kisses, and feed each other strawberries dipped in chocolate for breakfast. Then we’ll lay on the sofa, and I’ll trace along your collar bone, jawline, shoulder blade, the outline of your fingers, toes, ears, with my fingertip. I’ll map you out.”
“We can fuck in the shower,” Kiseop smiles slyly, “against the wall, with the water running. It’ll be wet, and your skin will be hot and flush against mine.”
“I can’t wait already,” Soohyun laughs.
“I love you, hyung.”
“I love you too, Kiseop. Merry christmas.”
a/n: i just really felt like posting something idk
where everything's meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i am
pairing: aj/kiseop, rating: g
Jaeseop is the kind of person Kiseop knows he should stay away from. But he thinks, it’s in the moments where they pass by each other, shoulders brushing, fingers curling and uncurling, that he falls deeper into alligator eyes and a deceased heart. He memorizes Jaeseop by heart, the way disquiet spirals out of his fingertips into crumpled papers and ethereal colours.
A kaleidoscope of red, yellow, orange, purple, green, blue, like pain in different shades of colour, like a constant, a focus point, like black ink dripping off the pages in liquid streaks, leaving behind trails of crimson illusion. Like something to hold onto, when everything else is spiraling out control. And Jaeseop digs his nails into Kiseop’s skin, breathes into the nape of his neck, whispering something along the lines of it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay.
And Kiseop wants to believe him so bad, so they lace their fingers together, life against death, beating as one.
we can go where you want, say the word and i'll take ya
pairing: soohyun/kiseop, rating: pg
“I’m cold,” Kiseop declares rather bitterly. A smile tugs at Soohyun’s lips, “Come here.”
Kiseop pads over to Soohyun, plopping himself down on the other’s lap. Arms lace around waist, chest beats against nape of neck, lips press onto back of head.
“What are you thinking about now?”
“About the future, about us. About eating vanilla cones while watching the sun set beneath the horizon, grains of sand filling up the spaces between our toes.”
“And we can wake up to sloppy kisses, and feed each other strawberries dipped in chocolate for breakfast. Then we’ll lay on the sofa, and I’ll trace along your collar bone, jawline, shoulder blade, the outline of your fingers, toes, ears, with my fingertip. I’ll map you out.”
“We can fuck in the shower,” Kiseop smiles slyly, “against the wall, with the water running. It’ll be wet, and your skin will be hot and flush against mine.”
“I can’t wait already,” Soohyun laughs.
“I love you, hyung.”
“I love you too, Kiseop. Merry christmas.”