stay with me tonight
stay with me tonight
yoosu
g
romance, fluff
~826wc
a/n: something like midnight visit and the things i do (because i love you). omg. this is getting out of hand. why am i writing so much when i have a lot of things to read for my exams? DDDD:
let's spend the night together, yes?
stay with me tonight
Junsu hears the unmistakable sound of his front door opening. Yet again. He sighs and puts the sheaf of papers down.
“Yoochun-ah-“ he calls out tiredly. “In here."
He decides that he is not going to bother about personal space anymore. Apparently, their years together has abolished that concept from Yoochun’s head. Selective memory, psh, he snorts.
True enough, the man comes bounding into his bedroom without any shame, clad in shorts and sleeveless tee, feet safely hidden within the white Hello Kitty slippers Junsu that he got from Jaejoong-hyung. He winces when he remembers that he has never worn the particular thing.
“You raided my special closet.” Junsu states flatly and narrows his eyes at the scanty clothing. “Don’t tell me you came in that only.”
“Of course not.” Yoochun has the decency to grin unabashed, sneaky like a little boy wanting to rebel. “But I did bring my inhaler, just in case.”
“As if.” Junsu snorts again. He throws his blue mini dolphin at the smirking man. “Why are you here, I don’t want to see you, I’m busy, go ‘way-”
Yoochun leaps forward and falls gracefully on the massive bed, not caring that his hands have clumsily pushed the papers to the ground. He leans on one elbow, watching Junsu intently.
“I saw your tweet. Then gave you one hour to get home and get settled in bed, ready to sleep. But now I see this-“ Yoochun glares accusingly, “it’s super late, you haven’t changed, your face still has makeup, and you’re still up trying to memorize notes.”
Junsu pouts. Mother-hen Yoochun has materialized and it’s never fun. He wonders how Yoohwan survives living with such a nosy man.
“But-“
“No buts. You will go wash your face and brush your teeth, and then we will get ready for bed.” Grinning that boyish grin of his, Yoochun does a victory dance in his head; he knows it’s his number one weapon against Junsu, and he can already see the man’s defenses crumbling into a heap of dust.
“But I’m busy!” Junsu flails. “They changed a lot of the notes today.” Despite himself, he acknowledges his fatigue and crawls nearer to Yoochun, trying to snuggle-
“Uh-huh, no- not when you’re still sticky and have makeup on. I’ve already washed up. You go-“ Yoochun gives a harsh push, sending the man toppling over the edge of the bed.
“Yah!”
“Go.”
Junsu pouts and stomps loudly all the way to bathroom, ignoring the chuckling man. He splashes cold water to his face, relishing in the refreshing feel, brushes his teeth in record time, wriggles out of his now-wet black ensemble and throwing them around haphazardly, and wears his favourite sleep-time grey boxers.
Yoochun is reading over his notes when he exits the bathroom.
“Yah no reading my private stuff.” Junsu stalks over and plops down on the bed next to the man.
“Stingy.” Yoochun pinches Junsu’s butt. “I let you read my scripts, brat.”
“You mean the parts where you get to kiss the girls, right?” Junsu retaliates by giving a hard punch at the sides.
They struggle a little, trying to out-slap each other, before they break into giggles. Junsu grabs at the elephant plushie (also Jaejoong-hyung’s gift) next to his head and whacks Yoochun repeatedly-
“Die! Die!” he shrieks, getting more excited.
- only to have Yoochun smother him with his pillow. He grapples around, trying to reach whatever he can, and gives a particular hard shove at the shoulders, and hears the man fall off the bed with a nasty thud.
“Sorry! Yoochun-ah!” He wails.
He sits up to see the man sulking on the floor, balled up, with his head between his legs. He scuttles down warily, poking the man a little.
“Yah.”
Poke. Poke.
“Sorryyyyyy~~~~~” He gives a small smile.
Yoochun turns away.
“Aw. I’ll let you cuddle. ‘Kay. Don’t be mad. Yoochun-ahhhh~~~” Junsu pouts, a little guilt-tripped already.
Yoochun stands up, brushes off his butt and slides in between the covers in complete silence.
“Yoochun-ah.” Junsu wibbles. “I’ll let you cuddle, ‘kay? Come on. Don’t be mad-“ he plasters on his famous puppy face and follows suit, slipping into the covers next to the man. “You’re doing this because you want something from me, right? You’re guilt-tripping me for something big right?” he pokes the man again.
“Cuddle.” Yoochun says petulantly.
Junsu immediately snakes an arm around the shoulder.
“Sing.”
Junsu smiles. This, he can do this really well.
“Okay. Which song do you want?”
“Twinkle twinkle little star.”
“Seriously?”
“Do that first. I’ll tell you the next one when you’re done.”
“O-kay.”
Junsu sings soft and low, and smiles when Yoochun’s head falls on his shoulder, wisps of breath against his neck.
He doesn’t remember when he’d fallen asleep, but he feels blessed as he wakes up to slivers of sunlight falling across his face, with a smiling Yoochun deep in sleep. He snuggles nearer, just because.
the end.
ps: heeee heeee i feel fluffy *_______* crits/comments are awesomesauce! ♥
pps: no wonder. i've been listening to snsd's oh! lol.
yoosu
g
romance, fluff
~826wc
a/n: something like midnight visit and the things i do (because i love you). omg. this is getting out of hand. why am i writing so much when i have a lot of things to read for my exams? DDDD:
let's spend the night together, yes?
stay with me tonight
Junsu hears the unmistakable sound of his front door opening. Yet again. He sighs and puts the sheaf of papers down.
“Yoochun-ah-“ he calls out tiredly. “In here."
He decides that he is not going to bother about personal space anymore. Apparently, their years together has abolished that concept from Yoochun’s head. Selective memory, psh, he snorts.
True enough, the man comes bounding into his bedroom without any shame, clad in shorts and sleeveless tee, feet safely hidden within the white Hello Kitty slippers Junsu that he got from Jaejoong-hyung. He winces when he remembers that he has never worn the particular thing.
“You raided my special closet.” Junsu states flatly and narrows his eyes at the scanty clothing. “Don’t tell me you came in that only.”
“Of course not.” Yoochun has the decency to grin unabashed, sneaky like a little boy wanting to rebel. “But I did bring my inhaler, just in case.”
“As if.” Junsu snorts again. He throws his blue mini dolphin at the smirking man. “Why are you here, I don’t want to see you, I’m busy, go ‘way-”
Yoochun leaps forward and falls gracefully on the massive bed, not caring that his hands have clumsily pushed the papers to the ground. He leans on one elbow, watching Junsu intently.
“I saw your tweet. Then gave you one hour to get home and get settled in bed, ready to sleep. But now I see this-“ Yoochun glares accusingly, “it’s super late, you haven’t changed, your face still has makeup, and you’re still up trying to memorize notes.”
Junsu pouts. Mother-hen Yoochun has materialized and it’s never fun. He wonders how Yoohwan survives living with such a nosy man.
“But-“
“No buts. You will go wash your face and brush your teeth, and then we will get ready for bed.” Grinning that boyish grin of his, Yoochun does a victory dance in his head; he knows it’s his number one weapon against Junsu, and he can already see the man’s defenses crumbling into a heap of dust.
“But I’m busy!” Junsu flails. “They changed a lot of the notes today.” Despite himself, he acknowledges his fatigue and crawls nearer to Yoochun, trying to snuggle-
“Uh-huh, no- not when you’re still sticky and have makeup on. I’ve already washed up. You go-“ Yoochun gives a harsh push, sending the man toppling over the edge of the bed.
“Yah!”
“Go.”
Junsu pouts and stomps loudly all the way to bathroom, ignoring the chuckling man. He splashes cold water to his face, relishing in the refreshing feel, brushes his teeth in record time, wriggles out of his now-wet black ensemble and throwing them around haphazardly, and wears his favourite sleep-time grey boxers.
Yoochun is reading over his notes when he exits the bathroom.
“Yah no reading my private stuff.” Junsu stalks over and plops down on the bed next to the man.
“Stingy.” Yoochun pinches Junsu’s butt. “I let you read my scripts, brat.”
“You mean the parts where you get to kiss the girls, right?” Junsu retaliates by giving a hard punch at the sides.
They struggle a little, trying to out-slap each other, before they break into giggles. Junsu grabs at the elephant plushie (also Jaejoong-hyung’s gift) next to his head and whacks Yoochun repeatedly-
“Die! Die!” he shrieks, getting more excited.
- only to have Yoochun smother him with his pillow. He grapples around, trying to reach whatever he can, and gives a particular hard shove at the shoulders, and hears the man fall off the bed with a nasty thud.
“Sorry! Yoochun-ah!” He wails.
He sits up to see the man sulking on the floor, balled up, with his head between his legs. He scuttles down warily, poking the man a little.
“Yah.”
Poke. Poke.
“Sorryyyyyy~~~~~” He gives a small smile.
Yoochun turns away.
“Aw. I’ll let you cuddle. ‘Kay. Don’t be mad. Yoochun-ahhhh~~~” Junsu pouts, a little guilt-tripped already.
Yoochun stands up, brushes off his butt and slides in between the covers in complete silence.
“Yoochun-ah.” Junsu wibbles. “I’ll let you cuddle, ‘kay? Come on. Don’t be mad-“ he plasters on his famous puppy face and follows suit, slipping into the covers next to the man. “You’re doing this because you want something from me, right? You’re guilt-tripping me for something big right?” he pokes the man again.
“Cuddle.” Yoochun says petulantly.
Junsu immediately snakes an arm around the shoulder.
“Sing.”
Junsu smiles. This, he can do this really well.
“Okay. Which song do you want?”
“Twinkle twinkle little star.”
“Seriously?”
“Do that first. I’ll tell you the next one when you’re done.”
“O-kay.”
Junsu sings soft and low, and smiles when Yoochun’s head falls on his shoulder, wisps of breath against his neck.
He doesn’t remember when he’d fallen asleep, but he feels blessed as he wakes up to slivers of sunlight falling across his face, with a smiling Yoochun deep in sleep. He snuggles nearer, just because.
the end.
ps: heeee heeee i feel fluffy *_______* crits/comments are awesomesauce! ♥
pps: no wonder. i've been listening to snsd's oh! lol.