in a living shell - Drabble (Yoosu)
Title: in a living shell
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 167
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: romance
Rating: PG
Warning: sensuality
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: the heart is fragile too, a bundle of muscle and valves that beats independent of the spinal cord, the brain
Comments: written for augurscourtesan. ♥ thank you, bb.
arms are fragile and legs are more. in the wheelchair junsu looks almost larger than life, filling up the whole screen and smiling. always smiling.
(that night he lies on the bed and yoochun kisses a shaky path down his chest, lips against flustered skin until he stops at the bottom of junsu’s ribcage - the last of thin bones to hold gravity away from his heart. yoochun’s ribs are a helter-skelter map of curves and angles on his body, but junsu’s sink slightly into tanned skin and heave with every shuddery breath he takes.
and it’s something he can’t help but think of.)
the heart is fragile too, a bundle of muscle and valves that beats independent of the spinal cord, the brain - makes decisions of its own accord without the interference of logic. yoochun can’t help but think it’s a silly thing, how one organ gets the magnitude of blame for the thing they call love.
(he tells junsu as much; and junsu, indescribable, doesn’t reply.)
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 167
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: romance
Rating: PG
Warning: sensuality
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: the heart is fragile too, a bundle of muscle and valves that beats independent of the spinal cord, the brain
Comments: written for augurscourtesan. ♥ thank you, bb.
arms are fragile and legs are more. in the wheelchair junsu looks almost larger than life, filling up the whole screen and smiling. always smiling.
(that night he lies on the bed and yoochun kisses a shaky path down his chest, lips against flustered skin until he stops at the bottom of junsu’s ribcage - the last of thin bones to hold gravity away from his heart. yoochun’s ribs are a helter-skelter map of curves and angles on his body, but junsu’s sink slightly into tanned skin and heave with every shuddery breath he takes.
and it’s something he can’t help but think of.)
the heart is fragile too, a bundle of muscle and valves that beats independent of the spinal cord, the brain - makes decisions of its own accord without the interference of logic. yoochun can’t help but think it’s a silly thing, how one organ gets the magnitude of blame for the thing they call love.
(he tells junsu as much; and junsu, indescribable, doesn’t reply.)