Fic : Cold
Title: Cold
Pairing: Yesung/Sungmin
Rating: PG
Warnings: ummm
Words: 405
Summary : Sungmin is cold in bed.
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic challenge, prompt 067 : Sunrise ( my archive)
Betaed and hereby dedicated to the wonderful
momijinohimitsu for taking the time to read this over, correct my comma/apostrophe failures, and spur me on by being lovely about it <333
It was dark and quiet, one of the few instances where everyone was in bed. Maybe Leeteuk had done a good job of making them get some rest for their schedules tomorrow, or maybe today had just exhausted everyone of any desire to avoid their beds for once.
Sungmin wonders what had possibly woken him when there was no noise, but he brushes it off as just the unfamiliar quiet unsettling him. It's early he reckons, still dark, but feels like it won't be long till they have to get up and get moving, it never is, but Sungmin's not going to move until he has to. He shivers, it was really cold tonight, it's rather strange because the weather was good today but there was definitely a distinct chill in the air that made the hairs rise on his arms and him want to curl the quilt around himself to create a warm pocket to huddle in.
He glances over to the other bed, Yesung's bed, it's occupant sleeping so peacfully, only a mound of thick dark hair in view as he squints through the gloom to see him. It really is cold, and his hyung is kind and won't reject some extra warmth surely, it would work for both of them, Sungmin thinks, and crossing the cold floor to get to him would surely be worth it when he gets there.
Yesung is a heavy sleeper, everyone knows that, he must be to not have woken, and his bed is even colder than Sungmins as he wraps himself around the older man, against him, willing their body heat to banish the small yet unstoppable shivers racing over his skin.
He's back to dozing when the first lights of sunrise poke blearily through the window, he'd never be able to get back to sleep now. Sungmin scrunched his fingers in Yesung's tshirt in silent protest, perhaps a little too vigorously, but still the other man didn't stir. At all. He was pressed right up against his chest and nothing, no rhythmic rising and falling, not a hint of breath against his head tucked under the others chin. No, it was just a trick of his sleep addled brain he thought, rationalizing against the rising panic, shifting back to gaze for the fist time that night at Yesung's face.
Pale, cold, lifeless eyes staring into eternal nothingness. Sungmin cried. That was how they found them.
Notes :
Sorry I didn't put a warning that this was a deathfic, but I thought it would ruin the impact, which was sort of the point. Please don't kill me!!! >_<
Pairing: Yesung/Sungmin
Rating: PG
Warnings: ummm
Words: 405
Summary : Sungmin is cold in bed.
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic challenge, prompt 067 : Sunrise ( my archive)
Betaed and hereby dedicated to the wonderful
momijinohimitsu for taking the time to read this over, correct my comma/apostrophe failures, and spur me on by being lovely about it <333
It was dark and quiet, one of the few instances where everyone was in bed. Maybe Leeteuk had done a good job of making them get some rest for their schedules tomorrow, or maybe today had just exhausted everyone of any desire to avoid their beds for once.
Sungmin wonders what had possibly woken him when there was no noise, but he brushes it off as just the unfamiliar quiet unsettling him. It's early he reckons, still dark, but feels like it won't be long till they have to get up and get moving, it never is, but Sungmin's not going to move until he has to. He shivers, it was really cold tonight, it's rather strange because the weather was good today but there was definitely a distinct chill in the air that made the hairs rise on his arms and him want to curl the quilt around himself to create a warm pocket to huddle in.
He glances over to the other bed, Yesung's bed, it's occupant sleeping so peacfully, only a mound of thick dark hair in view as he squints through the gloom to see him. It really is cold, and his hyung is kind and won't reject some extra warmth surely, it would work for both of them, Sungmin thinks, and crossing the cold floor to get to him would surely be worth it when he gets there.
Yesung is a heavy sleeper, everyone knows that, he must be to not have woken, and his bed is even colder than Sungmins as he wraps himself around the older man, against him, willing their body heat to banish the small yet unstoppable shivers racing over his skin.
He's back to dozing when the first lights of sunrise poke blearily through the window, he'd never be able to get back to sleep now. Sungmin scrunched his fingers in Yesung's tshirt in silent protest, perhaps a little too vigorously, but still the other man didn't stir. At all. He was pressed right up against his chest and nothing, no rhythmic rising and falling, not a hint of breath against his head tucked under the others chin. No, it was just a trick of his sleep addled brain he thought, rationalizing against the rising panic, shifting back to gaze for the fist time that night at Yesung's face.
Pale, cold, lifeless eyes staring into eternal nothingness. Sungmin cried. That was how they found them.
Notes :
Sorry I didn't put a warning that this was a deathfic, but I thought it would ruin the impact, which was sort of the point. Please don't kill me!!! >_<