wansu that isn't cute enough ;;
AM I REALLY ATTEMPTING TO WRITE THIS?
Because This Cocoon in My Stomach is About to Burst
(too many butterflies)
junsu/leewan(kim hyungsoo); pg
It's late evening as they walk through the park, Junsu's eyes seeking out a park bench to sit down on and Hyungsoo laughing at Junsu's squinting. Pride comes from small victories for Junsu, so he has to pump his hand in the air and make a high pitched noise when he spots one. He grabs Hyungsoo by the elbow, pulling him along, smile plastered on his face.
"Yah, slow down. My jacket." Hyungsoo's tone is more teasing than anything. He raises his arms, both of their hot chocolates at risk of being spilled by Junsu's enthusiasm.
Junsu laughs nervously, lets go and shifts his weight between his feet. He dusts Hyungsoo's sleeve off, "Right, right. You and your cool leather jacket."
"Yeah, yeah. You're forgiven, sit down." Hyungsoo nudges Junsu, lowering his own elbows as he lowers himself to take a seat, sneaking in a smile when he thinks Junsu can't see. He hands the hot beverage over, cupping his own to warm his hands.
Junsu sips nosily next to him and pulls back, scrunching his nose. He watches, laughing at the expression. "Tastes bad?"
"Think I burned my tongue." Junsu sticks his tongue out, trying to get a look, frowning when he can't really see any damage. "Drank too quickly trying to warm myself."
Hyungsoo chuckles at that. "You know, your body warms up faster when you just hold it rather than drink it."
"What? No way. "
"Think about it. That way the heat travels through the nerves on your fingers, and then spread throughout your body. When you drink it, it only goes down to your stomach and you only feel that warmth spread through your chest, right?" Hyungsoo hides his smirk behind his drink, taking a small careful sip.
Junsu thinks about it, wrinkling his brow in thought.
Hyungsoo waits.
"That makes sense."
And he cracks up.
Junsu's confused, wondering what's so funny until he realizes it's probably his 'soft-eared' problem again. "It does kind of make sense!", he tries to argue.
"Why do you do that? You're so eager to agree."
"Usually I'm called stubborn," Junsu insists, "Just am not when it's things I'm not familiar with."
Hyungsoo smiles, chuckling, "So, you'd be very opinionated about something like... singing?"
"Of course," Junsu beams, taking another quick sip.
"Can you sing something for me?"
Hyungsoo watches as Junsu sings a small snippet, a chorus he presumes, of a song, watches the way his breath puffs out in small, light clouds of steam.
"Yeah, like that," Junsu finishes, shy smiles on his face, then, confusion when he hears laughter. "Y-yah! What?"
"You've got a little something here," Hyungsoo points to the corner of his own lips.
Junsu licks at both corner of his mouth. "Gone yet?"
"No." Hyungsoo can't help but laugh.
"Hey!" Junsu digs into his pockets, searching and ends up looking defeated. "I don't have napkins."
"Here, use my sleeve." Hyungsoo tugs the sleeve of his shirt further out, wiping the chocolate on Junsu's mouth.
Junsu is close to blushing, but he isn't, he tells himself. "And you? You'd be very sure about something like... kissing scenes?"
"Yah! That again."
"Was just supposing..."
Hyungsoo laughs again. "You're funny, Kim Junsu." He glances up, "Really cute in real life too."
Junsu smiles, leaning in, "How cute? Hopefully not too cute."
"What are you doing, Junsu?" Hyungsoo smiles back knowingly.
"Waiting for the atmosphere to be jusssst right."
Hyungsoo does both of them the favor of pressing their lips together, sweet and simple, 'Like Junsu', he thinks.
Because This Cocoon in My Stomach is About to Burst
(too many butterflies)
junsu/leewan(kim hyungsoo); pg
It's late evening as they walk through the park, Junsu's eyes seeking out a park bench to sit down on and Hyungsoo laughing at Junsu's squinting. Pride comes from small victories for Junsu, so he has to pump his hand in the air and make a high pitched noise when he spots one. He grabs Hyungsoo by the elbow, pulling him along, smile plastered on his face.
"Yah, slow down. My jacket." Hyungsoo's tone is more teasing than anything. He raises his arms, both of their hot chocolates at risk of being spilled by Junsu's enthusiasm.
Junsu laughs nervously, lets go and shifts his weight between his feet. He dusts Hyungsoo's sleeve off, "Right, right. You and your cool leather jacket."
"Yeah, yeah. You're forgiven, sit down." Hyungsoo nudges Junsu, lowering his own elbows as he lowers himself to take a seat, sneaking in a smile when he thinks Junsu can't see. He hands the hot beverage over, cupping his own to warm his hands.
Junsu sips nosily next to him and pulls back, scrunching his nose. He watches, laughing at the expression. "Tastes bad?"
"Think I burned my tongue." Junsu sticks his tongue out, trying to get a look, frowning when he can't really see any damage. "Drank too quickly trying to warm myself."
Hyungsoo chuckles at that. "You know, your body warms up faster when you just hold it rather than drink it."
"What? No way. "
"Think about it. That way the heat travels through the nerves on your fingers, and then spread throughout your body. When you drink it, it only goes down to your stomach and you only feel that warmth spread through your chest, right?" Hyungsoo hides his smirk behind his drink, taking a small careful sip.
Junsu thinks about it, wrinkling his brow in thought.
Hyungsoo waits.
"That makes sense."
And he cracks up.
Junsu's confused, wondering what's so funny until he realizes it's probably his 'soft-eared' problem again. "It does kind of make sense!", he tries to argue.
"Why do you do that? You're so eager to agree."
"Usually I'm called stubborn," Junsu insists, "Just am not when it's things I'm not familiar with."
Hyungsoo smiles, chuckling, "So, you'd be very opinionated about something like... singing?"
"Of course," Junsu beams, taking another quick sip.
"Can you sing something for me?"
Hyungsoo watches as Junsu sings a small snippet, a chorus he presumes, of a song, watches the way his breath puffs out in small, light clouds of steam.
"Yeah, like that," Junsu finishes, shy smiles on his face, then, confusion when he hears laughter. "Y-yah! What?"
"You've got a little something here," Hyungsoo points to the corner of his own lips.
Junsu licks at both corner of his mouth. "Gone yet?"
"No." Hyungsoo can't help but laugh.
"Hey!" Junsu digs into his pockets, searching and ends up looking defeated. "I don't have napkins."
"Here, use my sleeve." Hyungsoo tugs the sleeve of his shirt further out, wiping the chocolate on Junsu's mouth.
Junsu is close to blushing, but he isn't, he tells himself. "And you? You'd be very sure about something like... kissing scenes?"
"Yah! That again."
"Was just supposing..."
Hyungsoo laughs again. "You're funny, Kim Junsu." He glances up, "Really cute in real life too."
Junsu smiles, leaning in, "How cute? Hopefully not too cute."
"What are you doing, Junsu?" Hyungsoo smiles back knowingly.
"Waiting for the atmosphere to be jusssst right."
Hyungsoo does both of them the favor of pressing their lips together, sweet and simple, 'Like Junsu', he thinks.