a drabble i couldn't turn into a one shot
inspired by "Going Down" - Alisha’s Attic
pairing: Joon/Mir
warning: angst, i guess. a bit of one sided love. so cliche, really.
He poked and picked at him until Joon lost his temper. Mir met anger with anger and punch with punch. They rolled and spit and screamed. Later, despite Joon’s black eye and Mir’s bloodied nose, they clawed and bit at each other while moving frantically between tangled bed sheets. Listening to Joon’s ragged breath beside him, Mir wondered why he felt compelled to piss Joon off in order to have hot makeup sex. When a face, a face not Joon’s, floated to the front of his mind, Mir growled and shoved it back down. He should be satisfied, happy, instead of stifled and unhappy. Joon was his dream turned reality. Yet, the dream, he refused to admit to himself outside of the shadows of night, had fallen far short.
pairing: Joon/Mir
warning: angst, i guess. a bit of one sided love. so cliche, really.
He poked and picked at him until Joon lost his temper. Mir met anger with anger and punch with punch. They rolled and spit and screamed. Later, despite Joon’s black eye and Mir’s bloodied nose, they clawed and bit at each other while moving frantically between tangled bed sheets. Listening to Joon’s ragged breath beside him, Mir wondered why he felt compelled to piss Joon off in order to have hot makeup sex. When a face, a face not Joon’s, floated to the front of his mind, Mir growled and shoved it back down. He should be satisfied, happy, instead of stifled and unhappy. Joon was his dream turned reality. Yet, the dream, he refused to admit to himself outside of the shadows of night, had fallen far short.