Highway to Heaven - Drabble (Yoosu)
Title: Highway to Heaven
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 250
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: fluff
Rating: G
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: Could tell them I got these bruises from falling for you.
Comments: for itsplashes ♥ a welcome gift? xD with a very honorable mention to tvxqluvv <3 (also, blame this song for putting me in a fluff mood)
“Let’s go to heaven.” Yoochun says.
Junsu deadpans.
Half an hour later they’re in Yoochun’s car on the highway with the sun setting behind them, Junsu’s hair ablaze with the red haze and sunset watercolors. Yoochun’s fingers are itching for a cigarette, tapping out rhythms on the steering wheel but he remembers a half-whispered promise that he’d give it up.
He’s pretty sure Junsu knew he was lying, though.
Junsu’s fumbling with the glove compartment and then he’s handing Yoochun a pack and the lighter, saying, “I won’t call you out if you don’t call me out.” They’re stopped at a red light and Yoochun raises an eyebrow.
“On what?”
He already knows the answer. Junsu doesn’t say anything, just opens and shuts the glove compartment a few times, distracted. They don’t talk for a while. But as Yoochun’s taking the next exit Junsu says, “You said heaven.”
“Mm.”
“How’re you going to get us to heaven, Yoochun?” Junsu asks; Yoochun smiles. “And no greasy replies.”
“Gonna bang on the door and beg the old man to let us in.” He glances in Junsu’s direction. “We’ll tell them you’re an angel and I fell.” A grin. “Could tell them I got these-“
“Yoochun.”
“-bruises from falling for you.”
Junsu hums indignance, stops playing with the glove compartment door long enough to slap Yoochun on the arm. Yoochun’s headlights frame the fast lane and the cars they pass by.
“Don’t stop.” Junsu says, husky-quiet-whisper.
They keep driving until the road ends.
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 250
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: fluff
Rating: G
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: Could tell them I got these bruises from falling for you.
Comments: for itsplashes ♥ a welcome gift? xD with a very honorable mention to tvxqluvv <3 (also, blame this song for putting me in a fluff mood)
“Let’s go to heaven.” Yoochun says.
Junsu deadpans.
Half an hour later they’re in Yoochun’s car on the highway with the sun setting behind them, Junsu’s hair ablaze with the red haze and sunset watercolors. Yoochun’s fingers are itching for a cigarette, tapping out rhythms on the steering wheel but he remembers a half-whispered promise that he’d give it up.
He’s pretty sure Junsu knew he was lying, though.
Junsu’s fumbling with the glove compartment and then he’s handing Yoochun a pack and the lighter, saying, “I won’t call you out if you don’t call me out.” They’re stopped at a red light and Yoochun raises an eyebrow.
“On what?”
He already knows the answer. Junsu doesn’t say anything, just opens and shuts the glove compartment a few times, distracted. They don’t talk for a while. But as Yoochun’s taking the next exit Junsu says, “You said heaven.”
“Mm.”
“How’re you going to get us to heaven, Yoochun?” Junsu asks; Yoochun smiles. “And no greasy replies.”
“Gonna bang on the door and beg the old man to let us in.” He glances in Junsu’s direction. “We’ll tell them you’re an angel and I fell.” A grin. “Could tell them I got these-“
“Yoochun.”
“-bruises from falling for you.”
Junsu hums indignance, stops playing with the glove compartment door long enough to slap Yoochun on the arm. Yoochun’s headlights frame the fast lane and the cars they pass by.
“Don’t stop.” Junsu says, husky-quiet-whisper.
They keep driving until the road ends.