Popcorn Ceilings
Title: Popcorn Ceilings
Pairing: TofuHo
Rating: G
Warning: NO SMUT. Lol. Yeah that's a warning for me. xD; Oh yeah, ALTERNATE UNIVERSE lsdkjfsldkfjs
I'm with tofuthighs right now. She's tired and practically passed out next to me. This is inspired by, and dedicated to, her.
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Even as I sit and type away, oblivious to the world, he takes care of me. Gently moving my limbs to get to the pillows and blankets that I've cocooned myself in. His hands grip my ankle and lift my leg - I subconsciously lift it to make it less of a burden, as he grabs the blanket and pulls it away, to continue making our bed. I'm upside down on the floor, my legs propped up against the mattresses with the laptop on my chest, hands in an awkward position as they fly over the keyboard.
"You've been at it for hours," he says as he smooths out the duvet, and I can only mumble distractedly as I register the slight ache in my elbows. "You haven't moved from that position since dinner."
"Mmh."
My ankles cross, but just as I get comfortable again his hands are on my legs once more, uncrossing them and pushing them towards the side. My legs flop over onto the floor and my body twists along with them, the laptop sliding off of my chest and hitting the floor. I grunt and do my best to give a pout, but my lips refuse to purse. Relaxing my torso, my arms loll out to the sides as well, and his face is suddenly in my line of sight, obstructing my view of the popcorn ceiling that I just noticed was sparkly for some reason.
"Why are popcorn ceilings sparkly?" I ask, and Minho's expression is slightly confused before he reaches out to set my laptop upside right and push it aside, careful to not shut it off.
"Because that was the thing in the seventies," he replies, and apparently that's an acceptable answer because I sit up and he helps me stand, dusting off my shoulders and pushing me towards the bed. "Get undressed. We have an early day tomorrow."
"You're sweet," I say, and he blinks before he shakes his head.
"I'm just looking out for you."
His hands are at the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head, and I can feel my hair sticking up in a million directions but I could care less.
"It's sweet." I repeat, as I sit on the edge of the bed.
"You say that like you're not used to it."
"I'm not."
A silence reigns for a few moments before he clucks his tongue and sits on the floor, pulling my laptop towards him and looking at the screen. I see the confusion flitter across his face as he stares at the screen, before finally he breaks out into a smile. That disarming, charming smile that lights up this room that only has one lamp in it because the overhead light burnt out a while ago, and I've been too lazy to replace it.
"It's beautiful, Jinki," he says, staring at the screen for a moment longer before nodding, as if affirming his statement. He stands up and pushes me back to lay down on the bed, and draws the covers up over me. "You're a genius."
"Care to keep this genius company for the night?" I venture, and Minho shakes his head.
"No, because this editor needs to be responsible and wake up earlier than his author." He winks lightly as he moves to shut off the lamp. "I actually have important things to do."
"But I'm lonely." I try pouting again.
He looks like he's contemplating my words for a second, but then his eyes drift back over to the laptop, and his smile softens as he crawls into bed next to me, tugging the covers up to his chin and rolling over to face me.
"I guess I can keep you company just this once."
I don't mention the fact that 'just this once' happens almost every night, despite the fact we don't even live together.
"You should publish it."
I know he's motioning towards my laptop, which is still glowing in the now darkened room.
"No..."
I smile and wind my arms around his neck as I pull forward and kiss his lips.
"I think it's something that I'll keep private, to reflect on."
My fingers ache from the excessive typing that I had been doing for the past six hours, but that doesn't stop them from carding through his ridiculously soft hair. My eyes close and so do his, and our breathing synchronises as we drift off to sleep.
And on the floor of my one-room apartment, the Word Document on the screen is stark white and blissfully blank, not a single word, or letter present.
It's the most amazing thing I've ever written.
Pairing: TofuHo
Rating: G
Warning: NO SMUT. Lol. Yeah that's a warning for me. xD; Oh yeah, ALTERNATE UNIVERSE lsdkjfsldkfjs
I'm with tofuthighs right now. She's tired and practically passed out next to me. This is inspired by, and dedicated to, her.
---
Even as I sit and type away, oblivious to the world, he takes care of me. Gently moving my limbs to get to the pillows and blankets that I've cocooned myself in. His hands grip my ankle and lift my leg - I subconsciously lift it to make it less of a burden, as he grabs the blanket and pulls it away, to continue making our bed. I'm upside down on the floor, my legs propped up against the mattresses with the laptop on my chest, hands in an awkward position as they fly over the keyboard.
"You've been at it for hours," he says as he smooths out the duvet, and I can only mumble distractedly as I register the slight ache in my elbows. "You haven't moved from that position since dinner."
"Mmh."
My ankles cross, but just as I get comfortable again his hands are on my legs once more, uncrossing them and pushing them towards the side. My legs flop over onto the floor and my body twists along with them, the laptop sliding off of my chest and hitting the floor. I grunt and do my best to give a pout, but my lips refuse to purse. Relaxing my torso, my arms loll out to the sides as well, and his face is suddenly in my line of sight, obstructing my view of the popcorn ceiling that I just noticed was sparkly for some reason.
"Why are popcorn ceilings sparkly?" I ask, and Minho's expression is slightly confused before he reaches out to set my laptop upside right and push it aside, careful to not shut it off.
"Because that was the thing in the seventies," he replies, and apparently that's an acceptable answer because I sit up and he helps me stand, dusting off my shoulders and pushing me towards the bed. "Get undressed. We have an early day tomorrow."
"You're sweet," I say, and he blinks before he shakes his head.
"I'm just looking out for you."
His hands are at the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head, and I can feel my hair sticking up in a million directions but I could care less.
"It's sweet." I repeat, as I sit on the edge of the bed.
"You say that like you're not used to it."
"I'm not."
A silence reigns for a few moments before he clucks his tongue and sits on the floor, pulling my laptop towards him and looking at the screen. I see the confusion flitter across his face as he stares at the screen, before finally he breaks out into a smile. That disarming, charming smile that lights up this room that only has one lamp in it because the overhead light burnt out a while ago, and I've been too lazy to replace it.
"It's beautiful, Jinki," he says, staring at the screen for a moment longer before nodding, as if affirming his statement. He stands up and pushes me back to lay down on the bed, and draws the covers up over me. "You're a genius."
"Care to keep this genius company for the night?" I venture, and Minho shakes his head.
"No, because this editor needs to be responsible and wake up earlier than his author." He winks lightly as he moves to shut off the lamp. "I actually have important things to do."
"But I'm lonely." I try pouting again.
He looks like he's contemplating my words for a second, but then his eyes drift back over to the laptop, and his smile softens as he crawls into bed next to me, tugging the covers up to his chin and rolling over to face me.
"I guess I can keep you company just this once."
I don't mention the fact that 'just this once' happens almost every night, despite the fact we don't even live together.
"You should publish it."
I know he's motioning towards my laptop, which is still glowing in the now darkened room.
"No..."
I smile and wind my arms around his neck as I pull forward and kiss his lips.
"I think it's something that I'll keep private, to reflect on."
My fingers ache from the excessive typing that I had been doing for the past six hours, but that doesn't stop them from carding through his ridiculously soft hair. My eyes close and so do his, and our breathing synchronises as we drift off to sleep.
And on the floor of my one-room apartment, the Word Document on the screen is stark white and blissfully blank, not a single word, or letter present.
It's the most amazing thing I've ever written.