The Boy Who Lives Next Door ; Changmin/Junsu
Just something short I wrote to counter the stress of the on-going exams. The characters are unspecified but in my head, they were Junsu and Changmin :D
Title: The Boy Who Lives Next Door
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): Junsu/Changmin
Word count: 409
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
The Boy Who Lives Next Door
You think he's beautiful, the boy who lives next door.
Standing at your bedroom window, you have an excellent view of his room. Depending on which angle you tilt your head, you can see him sitting at his desk, or get a partial view of his bed.
You like to stand at your window with the curtains drawn tightly shut, save for a small indiscernible gap that you peer out from, in case he looks over and sees someone spying on him.
From your multiple observations, you conclude that he enjoys playing computer games, has a habit of eating at midnight, and likes to read. You think that the two of you could play computer games together and have a lot of fun because you just might be better than he is. You'd definitely not mind staying up and eating with him in the middle of the night. While you are not enthusiastic about books, the look of concentration on his face as he reads is the most beautiful thing you are certain you will ever see.
You are quite sure that the two of you will make a wonderful couple.
One Saturday morning, you are out sitting on the front steps of your house, armed with a drawing pad and a pencil, carefully practising your drawing skills by sketching the stray cat asleep across the road. You hear the door open next door and look up, pencil hovering above paper, heart strung up in suspense.
Let it be him, you think fervently. Please.
He emerges from his house, and locks the door. Somehow, as he turns around, your eyes meet, and you manage a tentative smile in greeting.
He inclines his head in acknowledgement. He tosses the keys into the air before catching them again and then spinning them around a finger, making a sharp jingling noise of metal against metal.
Your heart feels like those keys, shaken up and tossed all over the place.
You bow your head, moving your pencil around as though you are deep in concentration but secretly watching him out of the corner of your eyes. He walks through the gate, kicking it shut with one foot, and walks down the street, hands pushed into his pockets.
He has such long legs. You imagine how they would feel like tangled with yours.
You stare at him until he disappears from view, and look down at your drawing pad.
Of course, just like you expected, the sketch is ruined.
28 July 2009 - I wrote a sort of sequel/companion piece to this: The Boy Who Lived Next Door :)
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE
Title: The Boy Who Lives Next Door
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): Junsu/Changmin
Word count: 409
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
The Boy Who Lives Next Door
You think he's beautiful, the boy who lives next door.
Standing at your bedroom window, you have an excellent view of his room. Depending on which angle you tilt your head, you can see him sitting at his desk, or get a partial view of his bed.
You like to stand at your window with the curtains drawn tightly shut, save for a small indiscernible gap that you peer out from, in case he looks over and sees someone spying on him.
From your multiple observations, you conclude that he enjoys playing computer games, has a habit of eating at midnight, and likes to read. You think that the two of you could play computer games together and have a lot of fun because you just might be better than he is. You'd definitely not mind staying up and eating with him in the middle of the night. While you are not enthusiastic about books, the look of concentration on his face as he reads is the most beautiful thing you are certain you will ever see.
You are quite sure that the two of you will make a wonderful couple.
One Saturday morning, you are out sitting on the front steps of your house, armed with a drawing pad and a pencil, carefully practising your drawing skills by sketching the stray cat asleep across the road. You hear the door open next door and look up, pencil hovering above paper, heart strung up in suspense.
Let it be him, you think fervently. Please.
He emerges from his house, and locks the door. Somehow, as he turns around, your eyes meet, and you manage a tentative smile in greeting.
He inclines his head in acknowledgement. He tosses the keys into the air before catching them again and then spinning them around a finger, making a sharp jingling noise of metal against metal.
Your heart feels like those keys, shaken up and tossed all over the place.
You bow your head, moving your pencil around as though you are deep in concentration but secretly watching him out of the corner of your eyes. He walks through the gate, kicking it shut with one foot, and walks down the street, hands pushed into his pockets.
He has such long legs. You imagine how they would feel like tangled with yours.
You stare at him until he disappears from view, and look down at your drawing pad.
Of course, just like you expected, the sketch is ruined.
28 July 2009 - I wrote a sort of sequel/companion piece to this: The Boy Who Lived Next Door :)
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE