Can't Read His Pokerface; yoosu
Can't Read His Pokerface
yoosu; 630 words
written for tvxqfic 's prompt challenge in response to this prompt from we_are_cities .
"Hey."
"Hey y-,"
Yoochun pouts against Junsu's palm, because it isn't Junsu's lips, which were what he was really aiming for. "Why are you doing that?"
"Told you not to kiss me after you smoke."
He wraps an arm around Junsu's waist and tries to pull him closer, turning his head so that his cheek is pressed against Junsu's palm. "Aw, come on, babe. You're such a good kisser."
"You smell, Yoochun."
"We won't get caught. No one comes up to the roof."
Yoochun backs off when Junsu pushes him, nose scrunched and the ends of his lips curved downward. The way he goes back to his book and ignores him seems almost childish, or maybe child-like would be more accurate. But he knows Junsu is no child. It's ironic, he thinks, that the thing that makes Junsu so easy to approach is the same thing that makes him so hard to read.
He sighs and leans back against the wall, waiting for the end to the silent treatment, It won't last too long. He doesn't know how to handle Junsu being upset with him, never has and probably never will. He could laugh, tease and joke but he still doesn't know how to tell Junsu how he feels. What he wants to say is that, for him, this is more of a 'I could sit here in silence holding you' kind of thing rather than a 'I'm waiting for us to make out' kind of thing, but he's not sure if Junsu knows that, or if he even wants Junsu to know.
"Yoochun."
He looks down at Junsu poking his arm. "Huh?"
"What's this word say?"
It's in English and he reads it once in his head first. "Oblivious."
He can't help but smile when Junsu looks at him crossly and knows it's Junsu's way of saying, "Take me into consideration," without actually saying it.
He repeats the word slowly, the ends of his lips curling into a smirk at the way Junsu watches his mouth.
Junsu gives it a try and totally butchers it.
I could show you how to curl your tongue.
Yoochun looks up when he hears Junsu's voice as he makes his way up the stairs. All he can see from this angle is sky and clouds but the romantic in him says he can see Junsu's voice dancing in the air. He lets his ears lead him and turns right when he reaches the roof. Junsu's sitting against the fence, legs stretched out in front of him, headphones over his head and singing loudly to himself.
He drops his bag down next to Junsu and greets him with a peck on the cheek. "What are you listening to?"
Junsu glances up, sliding his headphones off and hanging them around his neck. "Why were you late today?"
Yoochun scoots closer and glances at his watch. "I'm not late."
Junsu shrugs and picks at the hem of Yoochun's shirt. "You're usually early."
"So by not being early, I'm late?"
"I just hate waiting," is all the explanation Junsu offers as he leans in and props his chin on Yoochun's shoulder. "You're bony."
Yoochun chuckles, takes Junsu's hand in his and purses his lips to peck a kiss on Junsu's. "You should sing more. It sounds really nice when you do."
"Hey! Are you in love with me or my voice?" Junsu huffs, playful and teasing like they're used to being with each other. Yoochun looks at him and suspects he's waiting for the usual, "Of course you, great Junsu. Of course you."
Sometimes it gets tiring to play. "Are you in love with me or my charm?"
Junsu snorts and tells Yoochun to shut up between their lips.
Are you in love with me at all?
yoosu; 630 words
written for tvxqfic 's prompt challenge in response to this prompt from we_are_cities .
"Hey."
"Hey y-,"
Yoochun pouts against Junsu's palm, because it isn't Junsu's lips, which were what he was really aiming for. "Why are you doing that?"
"Told you not to kiss me after you smoke."
He wraps an arm around Junsu's waist and tries to pull him closer, turning his head so that his cheek is pressed against Junsu's palm. "Aw, come on, babe. You're such a good kisser."
"You smell, Yoochun."
"We won't get caught. No one comes up to the roof."
Yoochun backs off when Junsu pushes him, nose scrunched and the ends of his lips curved downward. The way he goes back to his book and ignores him seems almost childish, or maybe child-like would be more accurate. But he knows Junsu is no child. It's ironic, he thinks, that the thing that makes Junsu so easy to approach is the same thing that makes him so hard to read.
He sighs and leans back against the wall, waiting for the end to the silent treatment, It won't last too long. He doesn't know how to handle Junsu being upset with him, never has and probably never will. He could laugh, tease and joke but he still doesn't know how to tell Junsu how he feels. What he wants to say is that, for him, this is more of a 'I could sit here in silence holding you' kind of thing rather than a 'I'm waiting for us to make out' kind of thing, but he's not sure if Junsu knows that, or if he even wants Junsu to know.
"Yoochun."
He looks down at Junsu poking his arm. "Huh?"
"What's this word say?"
It's in English and he reads it once in his head first. "Oblivious."
He can't help but smile when Junsu looks at him crossly and knows it's Junsu's way of saying, "Take me into consideration," without actually saying it.
He repeats the word slowly, the ends of his lips curling into a smirk at the way Junsu watches his mouth.
Junsu gives it a try and totally butchers it.
I could show you how to curl your tongue.
Yoochun looks up when he hears Junsu's voice as he makes his way up the stairs. All he can see from this angle is sky and clouds but the romantic in him says he can see Junsu's voice dancing in the air. He lets his ears lead him and turns right when he reaches the roof. Junsu's sitting against the fence, legs stretched out in front of him, headphones over his head and singing loudly to himself.
He drops his bag down next to Junsu and greets him with a peck on the cheek. "What are you listening to?"
Junsu glances up, sliding his headphones off and hanging them around his neck. "Why were you late today?"
Yoochun scoots closer and glances at his watch. "I'm not late."
Junsu shrugs and picks at the hem of Yoochun's shirt. "You're usually early."
"So by not being early, I'm late?"
"I just hate waiting," is all the explanation Junsu offers as he leans in and props his chin on Yoochun's shoulder. "You're bony."
Yoochun chuckles, takes Junsu's hand in his and purses his lips to peck a kiss on Junsu's. "You should sing more. It sounds really nice when you do."
"Hey! Are you in love with me or my voice?" Junsu huffs, playful and teasing like they're used to being with each other. Yoochun looks at him and suspects he's waiting for the usual, "Of course you, great Junsu. Of course you."
Sometimes it gets tiring to play. "Are you in love with me or my charm?"
Junsu snorts and tells Yoochun to shut up between their lips.
Are you in love with me at all?