[ french kiss - ] of mush, cheese, and your undivided attention
of mush, cheese, and your undivided attention - dee - dbdbyeah
jaejoong / junsu - as FLUFF as they come - pg - 266 words
a/n: aaaaa, an oh so fluffy ninja!fic. i blame it on unni's prompt. raaaawr. lol
prompt: LOVE - zaiho
You feel it all around you almost as much as that cheesy song boasts on the radio. You cringe at the thought - this being something you never thought you would ever be involved in - and scoff at the youngest when he teases you about it.
It's not my thing, you insist. And you are scoffed at in return as he walks out of the room. You are left to your devices as this time, it's the eldest who walks in.
What isn't?
This, you think to yourself. Then turn away and say nothing, instead.
He sits beside you on the bed, scoots just as close as he always does - you fight the urge to lean in just as you always do, too. But he leans in for you, wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his arms.
People know you to be a strong one; Junsu with the ripped arms and abs and the perfect body of a dancer. But you can never compare to the security of Jaejoong's touch. His strength goes beyond his instincts. Jaejoong, the umma, with his shy smile and gentle demeanor - that is him, but that's not all there is to him.
A calloused hand runs the length of your arm to your own hand, twining slender fingers with each other and holding on.
It’s fine, he says. It’s okay.
You wonder what he means up until the point when his lips are on yours in a gentle kiss and you think, oh - breathe in, breathe out; let go and fall (in love) -
I guess so.
jaejoong / junsu - as FLUFF as they come - pg - 266 words
a/n: aaaaa, an oh so fluffy ninja!fic. i blame it on unni's prompt. raaaawr. lol
prompt: LOVE - zaiho
You feel it all around you almost as much as that cheesy song boasts on the radio. You cringe at the thought - this being something you never thought you would ever be involved in - and scoff at the youngest when he teases you about it.
It's not my thing, you insist. And you are scoffed at in return as he walks out of the room. You are left to your devices as this time, it's the eldest who walks in.
What isn't?
This, you think to yourself. Then turn away and say nothing, instead.
He sits beside you on the bed, scoots just as close as he always does - you fight the urge to lean in just as you always do, too. But he leans in for you, wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his arms.
People know you to be a strong one; Junsu with the ripped arms and abs and the perfect body of a dancer. But you can never compare to the security of Jaejoong's touch. His strength goes beyond his instincts. Jaejoong, the umma, with his shy smile and gentle demeanor - that is him, but that's not all there is to him.
A calloused hand runs the length of your arm to your own hand, twining slender fingers with each other and holding on.
It’s fine, he says. It’s okay.
You wonder what he means up until the point when his lips are on yours in a gentle kiss and you think, oh - breathe in, breathe out; let go and fall (in love) -
I guess so.