drabble! slow it down [jongyu, pg]
slow it down
jongyu, pg
fluff, romance
maybe give the song a listen?
sing slow-ow-ow-ow it down
oh slow-ow-ow-ow it down
through chaos as it swirls
it's just us against the world
He rolls to the edge of the bed and swings his legs out from underneath the warmth of his blanket and tries to shock himself out of his sleepy state, placing his feet onto to cold floor. Eyes still closed and sleep still heavy in his body, he pushes up into a sitting position. Bones creak, muscles stretch as he stands up and reaches for the ceiling, standing on tiptoes.
"Morning."
The quiet greeting makes his heart do a funny wiggle in his chest, a lazy smile pulling along the corner of his mouth.
"G'morning~"
He turns, rubbing his eyes to look at the lump on the other bed, across the room from his own. Sitting up against the pillows, there's a book in his hand and his glasses are on, a half pleased, half welcoming smile sat comfortably on his lips. Jonghyun can see the patch of skin that could be his knee poking out from underneath the blankets and instantly wants to curl up beside him.
"We're going to get castrated."
"For?" he stumbles, bumping his leg on the corner of the foot of his bed as he walks around it in order to roll into the other occupied one.
"Hey..." It's amused and slightly annoyed, but he could care less as he pulls on the blanket and curls in and around the elder's hip, resting his head to the crook of his elbow. He hums, closing his eyes once again as he nuzzles into the warmth of the other body and throwing his leg over Jinki's pair.
"What are y-"
"And why would we be denied the very thing that makes money?"
"I..." his tone changes and Jonghyun likes that Jinki's moved his arm, he takes the opportunity to press his face into his stomach. "Oh, it's past noon and we were supposed to pick up the bar's order from the liquor store."
"Has Yeonhee never heard of delivery?"
He can feel Jinki shrug and then fingers delve into his hair, a tingle running down his back and making him cling to the other man a little harder in order to hide the shiver. Soft strokes and gentle pulls on the various knots through his mussed hair makes his mind drift into a pleasant state of bliss as his hair is toyed with.
"Are you really going to dye it blonde again?"
"Yeah, customers liked it blonde. Kibum and Taemin got quite the following. Might as well get in on that action."
He 'uh-huh's, fingers combing through the sides of his hair and making his hip do a weird little twitch.
"I like it when it's brown."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Jonghyun opens his eyes and squints up at the older man to find him frowning quite deeply, a furrowed brow and everything. He reaches up and runs his thumb over the crease between his eyes, making Jinki raise his eyebrows instead in mild shock. A smile risies like the sun after a dark, moonless night over his face. He reaches up and removes the glasses from his face but Jinki promptly takes them from his grasp and mumbles something about greasy fingers.
He quirks an eyebrow, sighing. He can smell the faint musk of Jinki's body surround him. It's stupid, but he squeezes him again, rubbing his face into his shirt and hoping to spread his own scent all over him. A silly smile tugs on his lips, warmth spreading over his skin as he realizes that they must smell like one another. They share a room, clothes - he forgets that the shirt the other usually wears to sleep was originally his, before Jinki stole it - shampoo and practically everything else.
"Do you ever wonder why they gave us one room?"
Jinki shrugs noncommittally, "who knows."
Jonghyun's face burns as he recalls the one time when they had to use the screen to separate their beds. There where no spare work rooms and Jinki hadn't asked any of the others if they could lend him a room. He tried his best to fall asleep, but the noise of their sex filled the small room pretty easily. He lay in a ball, not wanting to hear Jinki making those sounds, saying the things the other man wanted him to say. It took every ounce of self preservation he had left in him not to tear down the thin impromptu wall and beat the other man to a bloody pulp. To cut his cock from his body and stuff it in his filthy boy-fucking mouth. But his 14 year old self would've lost that fight, no doubt.
"Probably because you'd cry yourself to sleep otherwise."
"I was 10, shut up."
"Or maybe because we've been here so long?"
He doesn't bother to remember the moment his young, naive self was promised a better life and was instead brought here. Not to say he'd had a chance anywhere else.
"You know what I should do?"
"What should you do?"
"I should get a bigger bed."
"Why?" Jinki's tone is bemused, and it just makes his smile widen.
"Because that way I can sleep with you."
He turns his attention away from snuggling into his body and back to looking at the older man, just to show how sincere he is. He finds there's a faint tinge of pink on the apples of his cheeks and he can't help the goofy grin that stretches over his teeth as Jinki blinks down at him in utter bewilderment.
"But why wou-""Because you're my snuggle bunny~"
"Oh my god, don't." he covers his face with both hands and Jonghyun snickers, pulling at his wrists.
He continues spewing embarrassingly sweet nicknames and general cutesy talk as he wrestles the other man. Jinki just tries to sing over his voice and it quickly becomes a tug of war match over control of the elder's hands. He tries not to laugh as Jinki reaches around him, digging his fingers into his ribs. It tickles but they're frantically reaching, grabbing and pulling.
For a moment, Jonghyun imagines that once they're done wrestling, he can kiss Jinki on the lips and tell him "I love you." - I love you, I love you, I love you - before they snuggle back into bed. Maybe they'd make love and Jinki would whimper his name. Or instead, maybe they'd roll out of bed and make breakfast for lunch. Possibly spend their Saturday wondering the streets just to find something to do.
But as he grips the other man's wrists in his hands and pushes them into the strewn pillows above his head, they stare at one another, chests heaving as they try to catch their breath. Their legs are tangled in the blanket and it's tangible, the tension that rises like mist on a chilly night.
"We should...go."
And before Jonghyun can imagine all the other lives they could lead in alternate universes and different times in the world's existence, he's snapped back into reality. He nods, smiling instantly as he leans back but doesn't release the other's hands.
"I win, again."
"It's not my fault you're a gym freak." Jinki struggles against him in order to sit up, not making eye contact.
Jonghyun laces their fingers together, making Jinki look up from underneath his eyelashes and he simply smiles back at the other man as he stands from the bed. He yanks on his hand.
"Let's go get castrated, roommate."
Jonghyun hopes the dull pain in his chest fades away before tonight. There are clients to please and bodies to sell. He can't be getting distracted now.
based off this random edit i seen awhile back. this has been sitting on my phone since forever ago...
so i hope there aren't too many horribly blinding mistakes. ;~;
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