flashfic; yoochun/junsu; 129 words; g; "Mon Canard."
"Mon Canard."
G; 122 words.
“I learned a few French words while you were away.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. For you.” There is a small pause in which you consider the gravity of the cheese you are about to wax for him. “Tu me manques.”
"What’s that?"
"I miss you."
A small laughter, “I’m afraid I don’t remember any substantial Portuguese.”
“Not even ‘I love you’?”
“Ah, wait. I know that one…” You can almost hear the wheels turning in his head. “Eu… te amo?”
The words sound foreign in his tongue; you don’t even know if he pronounces it correctly, but you don’t care because you know you’re about to butcher this, too: ”Je t’aime aussi, mon canard.”
“I love you...?” He catches the first part, but-
“I love you too.” You pause. “My duck.”
A/N: ... It is 2:16AM and I am very, very sorry for this linguistic butchering. And the lack of beta. But yes. "Mon canard" is actually one of the terms of endearment used by french people to call their boyfriends. Or at least according to my French teacher.
... :D;?
G; 122 words.
“I learned a few French words while you were away.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. For you.” There is a small pause in which you consider the gravity of the cheese you are about to wax for him. “Tu me manques.”
"What’s that?"
"I miss you."
A small laughter, “I’m afraid I don’t remember any substantial Portuguese.”
“Not even ‘I love you’?”
“Ah, wait. I know that one…” You can almost hear the wheels turning in his head. “Eu… te amo?”
The words sound foreign in his tongue; you don’t even know if he pronounces it correctly, but you don’t care because you know you’re about to butcher this, too: ”Je t’aime aussi, mon canard.”
“I love you...?” He catches the first part, but-
“I love you too.” You pause. “My duck.”
A/N: ... It is 2:16AM and I am very, very sorry for this linguistic butchering. And the lack of beta. But yes. "Mon canard" is actually one of the terms of endearment used by french people to call their boyfriends. Or at least according to my French teacher.
... :D;?