Fic: Sushi
//Pairing//: Yoochun x Yoona
//Prompt//: Sushi
//Rating//: G unless you want to up to PG-13 because Yoochun is getting all paranoid.
//Summary//: Yoochun hasn't been back in Korea for years and all he wants is to leave Japan behind.
//Word Count//: 350 words, exactly.
//Author's Note//: I sat on this for so long. I'm sorry beloved zhyune! &hearts And I realized these were supposed to be drabbles but 100 words just doesn't work for me, so I extended the limit to 350. Keke.
Request here if you'd like!
The airport is bright, quiet, sterile. How many years has it been; two, three? He lost count long ago. Carry-on luggage glides across the pristine floor - accompanied by the rustle of fabric, the tapping of shoes, as he walks unnoticed through the arrival hall.
Gone were the days when airports meant crowds, noise, adoration. The places from his memory have disappeared. His stomach protests vainly, because it’s been six hours since he ate, and there is nothing in his bag except for a few stale sushi rolls, vestiges of the life he left behind. Yoochun holds the box aloft, inspecting it, giving its unpalatable contents a perfunctory shake before setting it down again.
Where is she?
For a moment, his chest feels like it’s going to seize up. Will she remember him? Will things be the same? Will she even turn up? His mind runs faster than a bullet train, scattering information and half-baked thoughts as he sits… waits.
He runs his fingers through his hair, too long from not having a cut for months, as he scans the arrival hall. However, thoughts are interrupted by a hand on his shoulder, and a familiar voice saying his name.
Yoochun oppa, is that you?
Turning around, he isn’t disappointed. She is real, she is there, and he couldn’t be happier. His smile is genuine as he reaches out to embrace her - friendly, nothing more. It wouldn’t do to overstep his boundaries at this stage.
But all this is forgotten when she hugs him back, color rising to her cheeks as she dips her head bashfully, saying things like I missed you and so glad you’re back in her pretty, accented Korean, and it makes Yoochun feel like nothing can beat him, ever.
How he laughs when she picks up the box next to him, and makes a face. Even more perfect, when she looks at him in all innocence and asks, Still like samgyetang, oppa?, to which he replies Yes, Yoona, I do, and the sushi remains, long after they have left, the remnants of a life Yoochun no longer needs.
//Prompt//: Sushi
//Rating//: G unless you want to up to PG-13 because Yoochun is getting all paranoid.
//Summary//: Yoochun hasn't been back in Korea for years and all he wants is to leave Japan behind.
//Word Count//: 350 words, exactly.
//Author's Note//: I sat on this for so long. I'm sorry beloved zhyune! &hearts And I realized these were supposed to be drabbles but 100 words just doesn't work for me, so I extended the limit to 350. Keke.
Request here if you'd like!
The airport is bright, quiet, sterile. How many years has it been; two, three? He lost count long ago. Carry-on luggage glides across the pristine floor - accompanied by the rustle of fabric, the tapping of shoes, as he walks unnoticed through the arrival hall.
Gone were the days when airports meant crowds, noise, adoration. The places from his memory have disappeared. His stomach protests vainly, because it’s been six hours since he ate, and there is nothing in his bag except for a few stale sushi rolls, vestiges of the life he left behind. Yoochun holds the box aloft, inspecting it, giving its unpalatable contents a perfunctory shake before setting it down again.
Where is she?
For a moment, his chest feels like it’s going to seize up. Will she remember him? Will things be the same? Will she even turn up? His mind runs faster than a bullet train, scattering information and half-baked thoughts as he sits… waits.
He runs his fingers through his hair, too long from not having a cut for months, as he scans the arrival hall. However, thoughts are interrupted by a hand on his shoulder, and a familiar voice saying his name.
Yoochun oppa, is that you?
Turning around, he isn’t disappointed. She is real, she is there, and he couldn’t be happier. His smile is genuine as he reaches out to embrace her - friendly, nothing more. It wouldn’t do to overstep his boundaries at this stage.
But all this is forgotten when she hugs him back, color rising to her cheeks as she dips her head bashfully, saying things like I missed you and so glad you’re back in her pretty, accented Korean, and it makes Yoochun feel like nothing can beat him, ever.
How he laughs when she picks up the box next to him, and makes a face. Even more perfect, when she looks at him in all innocence and asks, Still like samgyetang, oppa?, to which he replies Yes, Yoona, I do, and the sushi remains, long after they have left, the remnants of a life Yoochun no longer needs.