[drabble]
title: Hot
rating: PG-13 for cursing
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Yehsung/Donghae
summary: Yehsung is hot.
comments: For quiet_morning because she asked for this pairing. Thanks to zeehondpunk for once again providing me with the most random of word prompts XD This is so stupid.
“God. It’s so fucking hot. This sucks.”
“Why don’t you whine about it some more?” Donghae suggests dryly, sparing only a brief glance over at grouchy Yehsung.
Yehsung gives him a glare that pretty much says ‘shut up you’re not funny.’ Donghae tries to hide his smile.
“My jeans are like, sticking to my skin. It’s gross.”
Donghae’s heard the same grumpy complaints from Yehsung all afternoon; he’s almost immune to it by now. “Take them off then.”
Yehsung gives him another look, but Donghae doesn’t catch it, he’s looking elsewhere.
“I wish there was just a fucking breeze or something.” Yehsung sighs, fingers twisting and fiddling with his necklace. He’s bored and hot. Definitely not a happy Yehsung.
Donghae rolls his eyes slightly and sighs. He shifts around for a moment, shuffling himself closer to Yehsung. He leans over, head close to Yehsung’s, and blows out a breath of air. Strands of Yehsung’s dark hair ruffle slightly.
“…What are you doing?” Yehsung turns toward Donghae, eyebrows creasing together dubiously.
Donghae grins and blows another breath of air against Yehsung’s face. “Giving you a breeze.”
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rating: PG-13 for cursing
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Yehsung/Donghae
summary: Yehsung is hot.
comments: For quiet_morning because she asked for this pairing. Thanks to zeehondpunk for once again providing me with the most random of word prompts XD This is so stupid.
“God. It’s so fucking hot. This sucks.”
“Why don’t you whine about it some more?” Donghae suggests dryly, sparing only a brief glance over at grouchy Yehsung.
Yehsung gives him a glare that pretty much says ‘shut up you’re not funny.’ Donghae tries to hide his smile.
“My jeans are like, sticking to my skin. It’s gross.”
Donghae’s heard the same grumpy complaints from Yehsung all afternoon; he’s almost immune to it by now. “Take them off then.”
Yehsung gives him another look, but Donghae doesn’t catch it, he’s looking elsewhere.
“I wish there was just a fucking breeze or something.” Yehsung sighs, fingers twisting and fiddling with his necklace. He’s bored and hot. Definitely not a happy Yehsung.
Donghae rolls his eyes slightly and sighs. He shifts around for a moment, shuffling himself closer to Yehsung. He leans over, head close to Yehsung’s, and blows out a breath of air. Strands of Yehsung’s dark hair ruffle slightly.
“…What are you doing?” Yehsung turns toward Donghae, eyebrows creasing together dubiously.
Donghae grins and blows another breath of air against Yehsung’s face. “Giving you a breeze.”
- end -