[oneshot] Urchin
Pairing: MBLAQ's Lee Joon x unnamed I
Genre: Fluff
A/N: My very first Joonie piece! Somewhat inspired by WGM's Hawaii trip -
don't we all wanna be the one sitting on the beach with Joonie?
I want to sit here forever with you, fingertip on fingertip, with the warm weight of your hand resting in my lap. Your sunglasses balance atop the long smooth line of your nose, that absent smile that you wear better than any other man complementing the loose-limbed ease with which you sit, one knee drawn up and the other stretched away. Your arms have lost a little definition since last year, in its place a softness that hints at the sensitivity you try so hard to hide.
You're an urchin, I remark impulsively, thinking of how you're always wrapped in leather and spikes onstage that conceal your soft sweet centre.
A what? you ask, tone betraying the incredulity that you hide behind dark lenses.
An urchin, I repeat.
Urchins are ugly, you pout, the furrow that peeks out from the frame messing up your perfectly straight brows. Are you saying that I'm ugly?
With spikes, I agree. Painful.
I'll show you painful, you feign a menacing tone and follow up with a succession of jabs to my waist that have me howling for mercy.
Am I still an urchin?
Utterly poisonous, I insist. The poison goes straight to the heart of every girl, killing them dead on their feet as they clutch their chests and die crying Changseongge, Changseongge~
You rock with laughter, liking the lameness more than you want to admit. Changseongge, you try it out for yourself, collapse into a pile of smiles that warms my heart more than any patch of sun. I'll always love your laugh lines, I think, though you're always complaining that they make you look older than you really are, stroking with your fingers as if it will smooth them clean away. I've learnt to say nothing, you're just fishing for compliments and I fall for it every single time.
We should move into the shade, you suggest. I'm not sure if it's yourself or me that you're more worried about getting an ugly tan. I'm Changseongge, I'll dry up in the sun!
Dry up then, I'll make seongge miyeokguk.
Giving up on moving into the shade, you flop onto your back with your hat on your face. You toss for two short seconds before raising the hat to peek out at me.
At least dry up with me then. You tug me down beside you and place the hat over my face instead.
I discover that there are very few things I like better than drying up on a beach in the sun with my Changseongge.
*seongge: Korean for sea urchin
*miyeokguk: seaweed soup
Genre: Fluff
A/N: My very first Joonie piece! Somewhat inspired by WGM's Hawaii trip -
don't we all wanna be the one sitting on the beach with Joonie?
I want to sit here forever with you, fingertip on fingertip, with the warm weight of your hand resting in my lap. Your sunglasses balance atop the long smooth line of your nose, that absent smile that you wear better than any other man complementing the loose-limbed ease with which you sit, one knee drawn up and the other stretched away. Your arms have lost a little definition since last year, in its place a softness that hints at the sensitivity you try so hard to hide.
You're an urchin, I remark impulsively, thinking of how you're always wrapped in leather and spikes onstage that conceal your soft sweet centre.
A what? you ask, tone betraying the incredulity that you hide behind dark lenses.
An urchin, I repeat.
Urchins are ugly, you pout, the furrow that peeks out from the frame messing up your perfectly straight brows. Are you saying that I'm ugly?
With spikes, I agree. Painful.
I'll show you painful, you feign a menacing tone and follow up with a succession of jabs to my waist that have me howling for mercy.
Am I still an urchin?
Utterly poisonous, I insist. The poison goes straight to the heart of every girl, killing them dead on their feet as they clutch their chests and die crying Changseongge, Changseongge~
You rock with laughter, liking the lameness more than you want to admit. Changseongge, you try it out for yourself, collapse into a pile of smiles that warms my heart more than any patch of sun. I'll always love your laugh lines, I think, though you're always complaining that they make you look older than you really are, stroking with your fingers as if it will smooth them clean away. I've learnt to say nothing, you're just fishing for compliments and I fall for it every single time.
We should move into the shade, you suggest. I'm not sure if it's yourself or me that you're more worried about getting an ugly tan. I'm Changseongge, I'll dry up in the sun!
Dry up then, I'll make seongge miyeokguk.
Giving up on moving into the shade, you flop onto your back with your hat on your face. You toss for two short seconds before raising the hat to peek out at me.
At least dry up with me then. You tug me down beside you and place the hat over my face instead.
I discover that there are very few things I like better than drying up on a beach in the sun with my Changseongge.
*seongge: Korean for sea urchin
*miyeokguk: seaweed soup