30 Day Prompt Challenge: Day 23. Clouds
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Um?
Drabble: 601 words
Summary: Maybe he's just high, but Yoochun wants to meet the clouds.
23. Clouds
That dumb idiot, Yoochun, I was freaking sleeping. He knocked on my window at two in the morning claiming that we had to hit the road now. If my memory is correct, we agreed that he wasn’t allowed to climb the tree beside my window anymore. He didn’t even wait, he grabbed my legs and pulled me until rolled out of bed and onto the floor and scrambled around for a blanket because my naked ass and privates were open for viewing.
“Fuck, Junsu, that’s nasty, I don’t want to see that. Put on some pants or something.” That’s not what he was saying the day before when he took me in his front seat. That bastard only acts like this when he’s high, so I put on a pair of shorts and punched him for good measure. He didn’t even let me put on a shirt before he grabbed my wrist and threw me out the window.
“I hope you die!” I shrieked at him, arms barely clutching the tree limbs.
The Fucktard jumped out after me nonchalantly and started climbing down the tree with trembling limbs. Sometimes he groped for a branch that wasn’t really there, and he ended up falling the last few feet, serves him right. Recovering from his face plant into my mom’s azaleas, his hands trembled to hold him up. Damn, she loves those things.
“Yeah, yeah, just get in the truck.” It seems like every goddamn person in Korea owns a freaking prissy blue truck, and Yoochun was no exception. The truck was old and definitely a gas guzzler, but it was the only ride either of us had and Yoochun wouldn’t trade it for the world. He’s such a sentimental fool.
“No, you’re stoned, and I bet you’ve been drinking.” Like I’d trust him to drive safely in that condition.
Except he kissed me and I kind of gave in. Fuck it, if we’re going somewhere far away, of course he has to drive. So I pulled the passenger door open and plopped myself in a seat. The air conditioner didn’t work, but that was fine at this time of night. I just rolled down the window and curled into the seat, trying to keep my body from feeling too warm or too cool.
“Where are we going anyway?” Yoochun pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, offering me one but knowing I would reject it. He shrugged his shoulders, lit the fucker, and pointed to the clouds.
‘There.”
“There?”
“There.”
“You dumbass. We can’t fly, and this truck sure as hell doesn’t have wings. How are we supposed to follow clouds?” I punched him again, that stupid face of him irritating me to no end.
Yoochun rubbed his arm gingerly and started up the engine. He didn’t say a word until we were out of city limits and on our way to the seaside. “Well, I figured I was pretty high already, we might find the clouds somehow.” He’s an idiot, he really is.
I shivered, damn, high speeds really do make a cool wind. Yoochun glanced over and saw my dilemma, and like the good boyfriend he can sometimes be, he tossed me a blanket and rolled the windows back up.
“My Harang sleeps on it, but you can use it. Sorry for not letting you get dressed properly.” I accepted the blanket; it was kind of the only thing keeping me warm at the moment.
“Thanks, wake me up when we reach your stupid clouds.” Yoochun smirked and waved me off, letting me fall asleep peacefully for the next for hours.
Day 22. || Day 24.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Um?
Drabble: 601 words
Summary: Maybe he's just high, but Yoochun wants to meet the clouds.
23. Clouds
That dumb idiot, Yoochun, I was freaking sleeping. He knocked on my window at two in the morning claiming that we had to hit the road now. If my memory is correct, we agreed that he wasn’t allowed to climb the tree beside my window anymore. He didn’t even wait, he grabbed my legs and pulled me until rolled out of bed and onto the floor and scrambled around for a blanket because my naked ass and privates were open for viewing.
“Fuck, Junsu, that’s nasty, I don’t want to see that. Put on some pants or something.” That’s not what he was saying the day before when he took me in his front seat. That bastard only acts like this when he’s high, so I put on a pair of shorts and punched him for good measure. He didn’t even let me put on a shirt before he grabbed my wrist and threw me out the window.
“I hope you die!” I shrieked at him, arms barely clutching the tree limbs.
The Fucktard jumped out after me nonchalantly and started climbing down the tree with trembling limbs. Sometimes he groped for a branch that wasn’t really there, and he ended up falling the last few feet, serves him right. Recovering from his face plant into my mom’s azaleas, his hands trembled to hold him up. Damn, she loves those things.
“Yeah, yeah, just get in the truck.” It seems like every goddamn person in Korea owns a freaking prissy blue truck, and Yoochun was no exception. The truck was old and definitely a gas guzzler, but it was the only ride either of us had and Yoochun wouldn’t trade it for the world. He’s such a sentimental fool.
“No, you’re stoned, and I bet you’ve been drinking.” Like I’d trust him to drive safely in that condition.
Except he kissed me and I kind of gave in. Fuck it, if we’re going somewhere far away, of course he has to drive. So I pulled the passenger door open and plopped myself in a seat. The air conditioner didn’t work, but that was fine at this time of night. I just rolled down the window and curled into the seat, trying to keep my body from feeling too warm or too cool.
“Where are we going anyway?” Yoochun pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, offering me one but knowing I would reject it. He shrugged his shoulders, lit the fucker, and pointed to the clouds.
‘There.”
“There?”
“There.”
“You dumbass. We can’t fly, and this truck sure as hell doesn’t have wings. How are we supposed to follow clouds?” I punched him again, that stupid face of him irritating me to no end.
Yoochun rubbed his arm gingerly and started up the engine. He didn’t say a word until we were out of city limits and on our way to the seaside. “Well, I figured I was pretty high already, we might find the clouds somehow.” He’s an idiot, he really is.
I shivered, damn, high speeds really do make a cool wind. Yoochun glanced over and saw my dilemma, and like the good boyfriend he can sometimes be, he tossed me a blanket and rolled the windows back up.
“My Harang sleeps on it, but you can use it. Sorry for not letting you get dressed properly.” I accepted the blanket; it was kind of the only thing keeping me warm at the moment.
“Thanks, wake me up when we reach your stupid clouds.” Yoochun smirked and waved me off, letting me fall asleep peacefully for the next for hours.
Day 22. || Day 24.