To Paris, With love [1/1]
Title: To Paris,With love [1/1]
Pairing: Junbros
Rating: PG13
Genre: Fluff, attempted comedy
Summary: In the weeks leading up to his birthday Junho feels like he's missing something but he can't quite figure out what?
Notes: Happy Birthday Junho!!
It all starts on Christmas day when Junho opens his presents from Chansung and the Hyungs, square bookish shapes that vary in size and thickness. They all bought him books? Taecyeon gets him a basic English phrase book and Nichkhun gets him a Thai one. From Wooyoung he receives a red one in Spanish, Italian from Chansung and finally, a blue French book and a kiss from Junsu. His brows quirk in suspicion as he looks down at the five books in his hands but he can’t figure out quite why they’d expect him to learn more languages. He’s about to pass it off as some strange coincidence but then Minjae-Hyung slides across the laminate and dumps a pile of presents between them. ‘Here you go, Junho-yah!’ He chirps and Junho finds himself faced with a sixth book. What now, martian?
Two days later he’s too tired to think so he doesn’t really say anything when Junsu pulls a thinly striped sweater over his head. It’s warm and fashionable and he’s asleep on his feet. He doesn’t care to put any thought into his outfit today. Junsu knows what he likes so he doesn’t say anything about it. Wooyoung wears a striped shirt the next day, and Nichkhun the day after that. He’s a little suspicious when Nickhun wears a stripes cardigan the day after that and by the time Taecyeon wears a striped poncho (When did he buy that monstrosity?) he wonders if there’s some sort of practical joke that he’s not been let in on. When it’s Junsu’s turn he buries his fingers under his thick cotton hoodie and presses his nose to a thick navy blue stripes. ‘Is 2pm trying to make a fashion statement Hyung? Or did someone forget to tell me it’s stripe week?’ Junsu’s answering chuckle rumbles low in his ear and it sends a delightful shiver down his spine. ‘Something like that’
Junsu wears a red hat to bed a few nights later. He doesn’t pay much attention to it because Junsu’s mouth is on the sensitive spot just below his ear and he’s doing that thing with his fingers. There’s far more better things to be thinking about with Junsu hovering above him then that stupid hat. Said man wakes him the following morning with a husky murmur of ‘Bonjour’ against his temple. Junho snags the hat with his fingers and rolls away from his hyung. It’s a beret. Why does he feel like he’s missing something?
Junsu insists they eat only French food on his birthday. No, Chansung. French Fries do not count as French food. It’s a surprise to Junho who wasn’t aware his boyfriend actually liked French food, let alone knew what escargot and crepes were. Junsu seems to enjoy it though; the atmosphere and there’s a sparkle in his eyes that Junho hasn’t seen since their debut days. He’s still not sure what’s going on but whatever it, he’s not complaining.
Junsu wakes him up at precisely 00:03am with warm hands and a careful brush of lips. He shakes him gently by the shoulders and runs slender hands through his hairs. His thumbs rub gentle circles against his temples and Junho groans, lazily swatting his hands away. ‘Sleep, Hyung’ He groans, trying to bury his face into his pillow. Junsu chuckles and gives his ass a good swat. ‘Yah, come on. We have a plane to catch’ Junho is already half way back to sleep when Junsu’s words sink in. ‘Plane?!’
He stands with his palm and forehead pressed to cool glass as he looks out at the Paris lights. The lights are completely different to Seoul but it’s just as beautiful and just as breath-taking. Junsu’s arms slide around his waist and he feels the older man’s breath splay against the back of his neck. Something familiar in this foreign country. ‘Happy Birthday, Junho-yah’ Lips curl against his nape and he blinks to rid his eyes of the inexplicable glaze of tears.
Pairing: Junbros
Rating: PG13
Genre: Fluff, attempted comedy
Summary: In the weeks leading up to his birthday Junho feels like he's missing something but he can't quite figure out what?
Notes: Happy Birthday Junho!!
It all starts on Christmas day when Junho opens his presents from Chansung and the Hyungs, square bookish shapes that vary in size and thickness. They all bought him books? Taecyeon gets him a basic English phrase book and Nichkhun gets him a Thai one. From Wooyoung he receives a red one in Spanish, Italian from Chansung and finally, a blue French book and a kiss from Junsu. His brows quirk in suspicion as he looks down at the five books in his hands but he can’t figure out quite why they’d expect him to learn more languages. He’s about to pass it off as some strange coincidence but then Minjae-Hyung slides across the laminate and dumps a pile of presents between them. ‘Here you go, Junho-yah!’ He chirps and Junho finds himself faced with a sixth book. What now, martian?
Two days later he’s too tired to think so he doesn’t really say anything when Junsu pulls a thinly striped sweater over his head. It’s warm and fashionable and he’s asleep on his feet. He doesn’t care to put any thought into his outfit today. Junsu knows what he likes so he doesn’t say anything about it. Wooyoung wears a striped shirt the next day, and Nichkhun the day after that. He’s a little suspicious when Nickhun wears a stripes cardigan the day after that and by the time Taecyeon wears a striped poncho (When did he buy that monstrosity?) he wonders if there’s some sort of practical joke that he’s not been let in on. When it’s Junsu’s turn he buries his fingers under his thick cotton hoodie and presses his nose to a thick navy blue stripes. ‘Is 2pm trying to make a fashion statement Hyung? Or did someone forget to tell me it’s stripe week?’ Junsu’s answering chuckle rumbles low in his ear and it sends a delightful shiver down his spine. ‘Something like that’
Junsu wears a red hat to bed a few nights later. He doesn’t pay much attention to it because Junsu’s mouth is on the sensitive spot just below his ear and he’s doing that thing with his fingers. There’s far more better things to be thinking about with Junsu hovering above him then that stupid hat. Said man wakes him the following morning with a husky murmur of ‘Bonjour’ against his temple. Junho snags the hat with his fingers and rolls away from his hyung. It’s a beret. Why does he feel like he’s missing something?
Junsu insists they eat only French food on his birthday. No, Chansung. French Fries do not count as French food. It’s a surprise to Junho who wasn’t aware his boyfriend actually liked French food, let alone knew what escargot and crepes were. Junsu seems to enjoy it though; the atmosphere and there’s a sparkle in his eyes that Junho hasn’t seen since their debut days. He’s still not sure what’s going on but whatever it, he’s not complaining.
Junsu wakes him up at precisely 00:03am with warm hands and a careful brush of lips. He shakes him gently by the shoulders and runs slender hands through his hairs. His thumbs rub gentle circles against his temples and Junho groans, lazily swatting his hands away. ‘Sleep, Hyung’ He groans, trying to bury his face into his pillow. Junsu chuckles and gives his ass a good swat. ‘Yah, come on. We have a plane to catch’ Junho is already half way back to sleep when Junsu’s words sink in. ‘Plane?!’
He stands with his palm and forehead pressed to cool glass as he looks out at the Paris lights. The lights are completely different to Seoul but it’s just as beautiful and just as breath-taking. Junsu’s arms slide around his waist and he feels the older man’s breath splay against the back of his neck. Something familiar in this foreign country. ‘Happy Birthday, Junho-yah’ Lips curl against his nape and he blinks to rid his eyes of the inexplicable glaze of tears.