The Meaning of the Word
Pairing : Yoosu
Author : OnlySu
Rating : PG-13
Genre : Fluff, Romance
Summary : Yoochun, Junsu, and Yoosu
Word count : 786
un-betaed... contains of fail english and grammatical error... forgive me.. *bow*
I need to improve my english.
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It was a name that haunted you in your sleep, moving like a shadow when you opened you eyes, and etching so near on your skin when you moved. The short phrase had just become the source of your living energy, the air that you sucked so greedily, and the secret burning passion you tried to suppress and hide.
It tasted so sweet when it was rolling in your tongue, velvety rich, and left you craving for more. You loved it when it slipped past your lips, evaporating in the thin air, and echoing deeply in your heart.
The name was the truth. A thing that you couldn’t deny even you wanted to do it. It was a light in your dark path, the only believable thing in the harsh world. The whisper of it in the wind was speaking about comfort and calm feeling. The spoken word in the heating night of love while you clung so dearly to the owner was telling the world about lust and unending desire. The word that slipped at your stories for your friend was holding the promise of closeness and forever.
You addicted to the word. It was such a blessing and a curse at the same time. At one moment, you could feel it wrapped your heart in the cocoon when you whispered it and earning a pair of chocolate brown eyes filled of passion. However, it could cut your heart into thousand little pieces when the owner of the name gave you the cold distant shoulder, something you earned when he was upset for something.
The word wrapped its little finger around you, stole your heart, and left you breathless. However, you didn’t mind at all, because every time you whispered the word (It was so familiar and oh so close with your beating chest) you would know that it was always belonged to you.
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It was your own name. Sometimes you didn’t like it because being a Junsu were giving you a headache. Somehow, you loved it, especially when your lover cocked his head and whispered it from his kissable lips, a smirk threatened to spill. He often voiced it, the name of you, in the tip of his tongue while he was giving you thousands of butterfly kisses. It made you shivers when he moaned it in his sweet cavern, resounding deep into your soaring heart, giving you a guilty pleasure that you always seek day and night.
He often used the word to ask something, calling it with cute demanding manner…
“Junsu~”
It was a sing a song voice, you could never forget. You had never mentioned how much you loved it when he was baby talking you. You smacked his head instead, earning yourself an adorable pout, telling him to act like his age.
Your name rolled so easily in his lips as easily as his from your mouth. It was slipped easily in everyday conversation, and you wanted to punched the pervert glint in his face every time he purred it, making you blush in hidden but obvious intention. He spoke it so often, warming your heart and making you sighed in content. It was a hot and cold feeling when he spoke it with such a love you had remembered long time ago.
He was making you realize the importance of your name especially when it came from the beautiful mouth of his.
(You kissed him, stolen the word away from his tongue and gave it back again for him to use it.)
Y
O
O
S
U
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It was a simple word that everyone had known- a word from your name and a word from his name, nothing special. However, you and him knew better than the other knew.
It was holding so many things in your life and tucking your happiness inside it. It was strong, unshaken, the first foundation of your rotating happy life. Together, you and him, the world became the centre of your word and every time you felt down, you would know that you still had the power. It filled your lonely night, replaced it with happy day and rainbow, or sometimes-extraordinary fireworks.
However, it meant so much and much more when you found the word was crafted elegantly at the ring that he gave to you when he proposed. You remembered the scene so vividly and promised yourself not to forget it forever. You smiled at him, playing with the silver band in your ring finger, before reaching his hand (The same ring in his finger too) and locking them together.
The word whispered for their own description of forever and love…
***
A little cheer up over the drama...
We can do it...!!!!!
And by the way,,, I love commentssssss...
Love you too... <3
Author : OnlySu
Rating : PG-13
Genre : Fluff, Romance
Summary : Yoochun, Junsu, and Yoosu
Word count : 786
un-betaed... contains of fail english and grammatical error... forgive me.. *bow*
I need to improve my english.
Y
O
O
C
H
U
N
.
.
.
It was a name that haunted you in your sleep, moving like a shadow when you opened you eyes, and etching so near on your skin when you moved. The short phrase had just become the source of your living energy, the air that you sucked so greedily, and the secret burning passion you tried to suppress and hide.
It tasted so sweet when it was rolling in your tongue, velvety rich, and left you craving for more. You loved it when it slipped past your lips, evaporating in the thin air, and echoing deeply in your heart.
The name was the truth. A thing that you couldn’t deny even you wanted to do it. It was a light in your dark path, the only believable thing in the harsh world. The whisper of it in the wind was speaking about comfort and calm feeling. The spoken word in the heating night of love while you clung so dearly to the owner was telling the world about lust and unending desire. The word that slipped at your stories for your friend was holding the promise of closeness and forever.
You addicted to the word. It was such a blessing and a curse at the same time. At one moment, you could feel it wrapped your heart in the cocoon when you whispered it and earning a pair of chocolate brown eyes filled of passion. However, it could cut your heart into thousand little pieces when the owner of the name gave you the cold distant shoulder, something you earned when he was upset for something.
The word wrapped its little finger around you, stole your heart, and left you breathless. However, you didn’t mind at all, because every time you whispered the word (It was so familiar and oh so close with your beating chest) you would know that it was always belonged to you.
J
U
N
S
U
.
.
.
It was your own name. Sometimes you didn’t like it because being a Junsu were giving you a headache. Somehow, you loved it, especially when your lover cocked his head and whispered it from his kissable lips, a smirk threatened to spill. He often voiced it, the name of you, in the tip of his tongue while he was giving you thousands of butterfly kisses. It made you shivers when he moaned it in his sweet cavern, resounding deep into your soaring heart, giving you a guilty pleasure that you always seek day and night.
He often used the word to ask something, calling it with cute demanding manner…
“Junsu~”
It was a sing a song voice, you could never forget. You had never mentioned how much you loved it when he was baby talking you. You smacked his head instead, earning yourself an adorable pout, telling him to act like his age.
Your name rolled so easily in his lips as easily as his from your mouth. It was slipped easily in everyday conversation, and you wanted to punched the pervert glint in his face every time he purred it, making you blush in hidden but obvious intention. He spoke it so often, warming your heart and making you sighed in content. It was a hot and cold feeling when he spoke it with such a love you had remembered long time ago.
He was making you realize the importance of your name especially when it came from the beautiful mouth of his.
(You kissed him, stolen the word away from his tongue and gave it back again for him to use it.)
Y
O
O
S
U
.
.
.
It was a simple word that everyone had known- a word from your name and a word from his name, nothing special. However, you and him knew better than the other knew.
It was holding so many things in your life and tucking your happiness inside it. It was strong, unshaken, the first foundation of your rotating happy life. Together, you and him, the world became the centre of your word and every time you felt down, you would know that you still had the power. It filled your lonely night, replaced it with happy day and rainbow, or sometimes-extraordinary fireworks.
However, it meant so much and much more when you found the word was crafted elegantly at the ring that he gave to you when he proposed. You remembered the scene so vividly and promised yourself not to forget it forever. You smiled at him, playing with the silver band in your ring finger, before reaching his hand (The same ring in his finger too) and locking them together.
The word whispered for their own description of forever and love…
***
A little cheer up over the drama...
We can do it...!!!!!
And by the way,,, I love commentssssss...
Love you too... <3