very incoherent; yunchun drabbles
yooochun drabbles for in_vazn || table #2
prompts: drunk, snow white, tranquility
drunk
it happens when yoochun is tipsy at night, stumbling quietly through the living room. he's a quiet drunk, plopping himself onto the couch, laughing breathlessly to himself. he likes it when he can feel molten blood coursing through his veins, held in by cold, sweaty skin.
in the dark, he cries silently, like he always does. he body hiccups from time to time, but other than that, he's barely there. just a low cigarette burn and wet, wet tears in his cheeks.
yunho comes out from his bedroom, looking for him; he doesn't turn on the light, simply stands in front of yoochun, who is spread out messily on the couch (one leg hanging off, the other over the armrest), leans over, looks down. yoochun is staring passed him, eyelashes damp and sticking together.
snow white
yoochun is just staring, staring, staring; closes his eyes when yunho runs his thumbs over them, pushing minutes-long tears off short lashes. when they smear on his skin, yunho imagines that it would glisten a sparkly peach.
"wake up, snow white." yunho says before taking the cigarette hanging from yoochun's fingers, dangling too close to the rug on their floor. "too many poison apples for you."
and yunho knows that he won't understand this part of yoochun, hard as he tries. but he does understand that yoochun just needs to do this - poison himself and wait to be awoken, understands the need more than the actual process.
("i just want you to be my prince, yunho" he once told him, green apple flavored rum on him tongue, hands on yunho's chest, heart on the floor.
"not while you're like this.")
when yoochun finally stops staring and actually looks at him, yunho wants to smile.
tranquility
the way yunho holds eye contact with him is scary; but not the scary where you want to go run and hide. it's the kind of scary that makes you afraid to want anything more. makes you want to just pause and think forever.
but thinking means crying and yoochun wishes he could just go back to staring. but there's yunho, yunho and his eyes that are looking straight into him. yoochun is dizzy but he moves his legs to his side, hands moving as if to cover his nakedness, naked as he feels.
he thinks that he can hear yunho chuckle, let out a hmph of sorts, deep and dry. "yunho, don't loooook. it's bad."
yunho pulls him to sit up, sitting next to yoochun as his head twirls twirls twirls. yoochun finds himself collapsing into yunho, forehead resting on his shoulder. yunho's hands running up and down his arms bring about goosebumps, his warm, dry hands. and yoochun thinks, why can't i be strong like you, yunho? and thinks and thinks and thinks.
and he stops. stops when there's nothing but warm and strong around him. and he thinks, yeah, he can definitely wake up to and stay awake with this.
"i'll be here when you wake up, yoochun."
prompts: drunk, snow white, tranquility
drunk
it happens when yoochun is tipsy at night, stumbling quietly through the living room. he's a quiet drunk, plopping himself onto the couch, laughing breathlessly to himself. he likes it when he can feel molten blood coursing through his veins, held in by cold, sweaty skin.
in the dark, he cries silently, like he always does. he body hiccups from time to time, but other than that, he's barely there. just a low cigarette burn and wet, wet tears in his cheeks.
yunho comes out from his bedroom, looking for him; he doesn't turn on the light, simply stands in front of yoochun, who is spread out messily on the couch (one leg hanging off, the other over the armrest), leans over, looks down. yoochun is staring passed him, eyelashes damp and sticking together.
snow white
yoochun is just staring, staring, staring; closes his eyes when yunho runs his thumbs over them, pushing minutes-long tears off short lashes. when they smear on his skin, yunho imagines that it would glisten a sparkly peach.
"wake up, snow white." yunho says before taking the cigarette hanging from yoochun's fingers, dangling too close to the rug on their floor. "too many poison apples for you."
and yunho knows that he won't understand this part of yoochun, hard as he tries. but he does understand that yoochun just needs to do this - poison himself and wait to be awoken, understands the need more than the actual process.
("i just want you to be my prince, yunho" he once told him, green apple flavored rum on him tongue, hands on yunho's chest, heart on the floor.
"not while you're like this.")
when yoochun finally stops staring and actually looks at him, yunho wants to smile.
tranquility
the way yunho holds eye contact with him is scary; but not the scary where you want to go run and hide. it's the kind of scary that makes you afraid to want anything more. makes you want to just pause and think forever.
but thinking means crying and yoochun wishes he could just go back to staring. but there's yunho, yunho and his eyes that are looking straight into him. yoochun is dizzy but he moves his legs to his side, hands moving as if to cover his nakedness, naked as he feels.
he thinks that he can hear yunho chuckle, let out a hmph of sorts, deep and dry. "yunho, don't loooook. it's bad."
yunho pulls him to sit up, sitting next to yoochun as his head twirls twirls twirls. yoochun finds himself collapsing into yunho, forehead resting on his shoulder. yunho's hands running up and down his arms bring about goosebumps, his warm, dry hands. and yoochun thinks, why can't i be strong like you, yunho? and thinks and thinks and thinks.
and he stops. stops when there's nothing but warm and strong around him. and he thinks, yeah, he can definitely wake up to and stay awake with this.
"i'll be here when you wake up, yoochun."