grown up already, haven't we?
grown up already, haven't we?
yoosu
g
romance, fluff
~345wc
junsu tries to test and see exactly how much change they've gone through.
grown up already, haven’t we?
three or even four years ago, junsu knows that what he wants, he’ll get. without any fail. no one- and he means it when he says no one- can ever escape unscathed from his famous perfect-elastic-robotronic-iconic major puppy eyes. no one. and that he enjoys being a brat while waiting for his requests to be met. no offense, it’s just him being him, since junho-hyung always did the same for him.
he smirks.
the perks of being the youngest, he thinks. and no, changminnie doesn’t count. it’s the mental age that matters.
but things happen. shit happens. life happens.
junsu goes on living anyway; but that doesn’t mean he expects any less from jae-hyung or yoochunnie-
especially yoochunnie.
that’s why he doesn’t bat an eyelid when yoochun sends him an evil glance back at the sports store, with a terse “not you” escaping from the pink lips, right when the tips of his fingertips has barely skimmed over the fabric of the bright blue shoes. in fact, that’s exactly when his survival bratty instinct kicks in, and the ever-so-helpful pout blooms effervescently, effortlessly.
he wills his muscles to not let loose a knowing smirk; he counts one, two, three in his heart; watches the man who wears his heart on his sleeves crumbling underneath his puppy stare like how he knows the latter will (it's already been so many years, he wonders, and man, yoochunnie how can you still be this weak?)-
"fine." yoochun huffs. "just one."
oh yes.
he flashes a winning smile easily, flicks his blonde hair like the tease he is and winks- and makes sure yoochun sees how his steps bounce a little higher as he skips his way out of the shop.
times might have changed, but his power over yoochunnie certainly is still intact; and definitely ready at his disposal. habits die hard, alright.
junsu - infinity, yoochun - 0.
oh yes, he will always tally up the scores. it's what a good footballer will do, he thinks later as he runs up and down the green field, legs and toes lithe and comfortable in a pair of blue soccer shoes.
the end
ps: for purpleinpink bb for tolerating my crazy caffeine-induced high, drtrypanophobic darling for the prompt itself, and for bb gennaration for a supposed-to-be fluff. sorry it wasn't much. i have another drabble coming for you guys since this... is pretty much a failed attempt. MUSE Y U NO NICE TO ME LATELY ;~~~~~;
yoosu
g
romance, fluff
~345wc
junsu tries to test and see exactly how much change they've gone through.
grown up already, haven’t we?
three or even four years ago, junsu knows that what he wants, he’ll get. without any fail. no one- and he means it when he says no one- can ever escape unscathed from his famous perfect-elastic-robotronic-iconic major puppy eyes. no one. and that he enjoys being a brat while waiting for his requests to be met. no offense, it’s just him being him, since junho-hyung always did the same for him.
he smirks.
the perks of being the youngest, he thinks. and no, changminnie doesn’t count. it’s the mental age that matters.
but things happen. shit happens. life happens.
junsu goes on living anyway; but that doesn’t mean he expects any less from jae-hyung or yoochunnie-
especially yoochunnie.
that’s why he doesn’t bat an eyelid when yoochun sends him an evil glance back at the sports store, with a terse “not you” escaping from the pink lips, right when the tips of his fingertips has barely skimmed over the fabric of the bright blue shoes. in fact, that’s exactly when his survival bratty instinct kicks in, and the ever-so-helpful pout blooms effervescently, effortlessly.
he wills his muscles to not let loose a knowing smirk; he counts one, two, three in his heart; watches the man who wears his heart on his sleeves crumbling underneath his puppy stare like how he knows the latter will (it's already been so many years, he wonders, and man, yoochunnie how can you still be this weak?)-
"fine." yoochun huffs. "just one."
oh yes.
he flashes a winning smile easily, flicks his blonde hair like the tease he is and winks- and makes sure yoochun sees how his steps bounce a little higher as he skips his way out of the shop.
times might have changed, but his power over yoochunnie certainly is still intact; and definitely ready at his disposal. habits die hard, alright.
junsu - infinity, yoochun - 0.
oh yes, he will always tally up the scores. it's what a good footballer will do, he thinks later as he runs up and down the green field, legs and toes lithe and comfortable in a pair of blue soccer shoes.
the end
ps: for purpleinpink bb for tolerating my crazy caffeine-induced high, drtrypanophobic darling for the prompt itself, and for bb gennaration for a supposed-to-be fluff. sorry it wasn't much. i have another drabble coming for you guys since this... is pretty much a failed attempt. MUSE Y U NO NICE TO ME LATELY ;~~~~~;