Poly Rhythm
Title: Poly Rhythm
Author: ChevyPortia.
Genre: Fluff.
Pairing: YooSu.
Length: One Shot.
Synopsis: JunSu's thoughts of Park YooChun.
A/N: This just flying out of no where (most likely after reading too many angsty fics and listening to some songs). Most of my fics were written in YooChun's POV so this time is in JunSu's POV. Correct me if I'm wrong. Hope you enjoy this one!
Kim JunSu lay on his side in bed, propped up on his elbow, staring at the sleeping form of one Park YooChun. On those nights when he couldn't sleep, his eyes seem to have mind of their own and could not seem to get enough of that gorgeous man, even the rest of his body got pretty pleased to see him too.
The dark blue sheets were draped low over YooChun's hips, just showing the waistband of his boxers. JunSu's eyes trailed languidly up from the perfectly sculpted abs, leading down into an area JunSu knew very well, up to the firm chest just begging him to reach out and touch, but he didn't, because if he did, he might wake YooChun, and then he wouldn’t be able to stare anymore.
YooChun's right arm was flung out to the side, towards him, as if searching for the other man. JunSu loved YooChun's arms. Whenever he’d had a bad day, or was pissed off at something, or was just generally in a low mood, YooChun would always be right there, enveloping him in a strong, safe embrace. As cheesy as it sounded, when JunSu was in YooChun's arms, he felt as if they were the only two people in the world. As if everything else was gone, and it was just him and YooChun. And the baritone never pressured him into talking, he'd wait until JunSu was ready. They both had secrets, hell, JunSu knew YooChun had some pretty dark ones hidden in that mind of his, but they also both knew that it was no good trying to force a secret out of the other.
YooChun was a very closely guarded person, he didn't open up easily. JunSu knew that he had a sad past, and YooChun occasionally shared a snippet of it with him, and truth be told, JunSu didn't mind it one bit. He knew that YooChun didn't hide his past from people because he didn't want them to know about it, like most assumed. He did it because he wanted his past to stay in the past, he didn't like to remember it himself.
And, he was afraid. Afraid of people's reactions, that their opinions of him would change if they knew what he'd done as a kid. YooChun didn’t want the few people that liked and respected him to hate him because of something he'd done when he was younger. It had taken years of close friendship before YooChun had finally started believing JunSu when he told him that no matter what he'd done, or what he ever did, the younger would always be there for him, and he wouldn't judge him.
JunSu's gaze travelled up YooChun's muscled arms to his shoulders, then to his jaw, his lips, his closed eyes, and his hair. By now, JunSu knew every inch of his lover like the back of his hand. But it wasn't just YooChun's looks he loved, it was his brain, too.
YooChun was one of the smartest people he knew when it comes to music. He had a sharp mind, quick wit and a sense of humour that never failed to make JunSu laugh. Sure, he had the occasional tendency to go off, but JunSu thought it was kind of cute when he did that, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something he was passionate about, and his hand gestures steadily got wilder and wilder as he got more into his subject.
To be honest, YooChun could have any man or woman he wanted, but for some unknown reason, he wanted only JunSu. But, JunSu wasn’t going to argue, if YooChun wanted him, then he wasn't going to deny. At the early stages of their relationship, JunSu had spent a lot of time wondering exactly when YooChun would realise he could do so much better than him and eventually leave.
It was only when he voiced these thoughts to YooChun one night, and the older had held him close and whispered in his ear that he was never going to leave him, that life without JunSu is nothing, like a song without its rhythm. And JunSu had to admit, that life without YooChun will never be as beautiful either.
JunSu's family knew about them as of YooChun's. Their two brothers had squealed - really - saying they were happy for them. Their mothers had smiled and told them that they will never going to deny two people the right to love each other.
Just then, a small movement broke him from his thoughts. YooChun's head rolled over to face him, brown eyes blinking sleepily as he tried to focus without his glasses.
"Su-ie?" He murmured, voice rough from sleep. He was the only person JunSu ever let him call 'Suie', just like he was the only person allowed to call YooChun 'Chunnie'.
"Mmm" JunSu whispered back. YooChun smiled groggily.
"Stop starin' an' try to get som' sleep" He muttered fondly. JunSu smiled, laying back down, letting YooChun to pull him into his arms. JunSu snuggled into his chest, intertwining their fingers in one hand and laying them on the pillow next to him.
"I love you, Chunnie" JunSu said, closing his eyes.
"Love you too" YooChun replied and soon fell asleep with a goofy smile on his face.
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A/N: I have to stop writing all these fluffy stuff. Don't you agree? I have a hunch that most of you will say 'NO!!!!!!', right?
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