The Power of Sunbeams
187 words; jaesu
Junsu watches as Jaejoong stirs awake, petting his hair as he watches him blink his eyes open. For him, it's too early in the day for words, more of the time when you let the sun shine in and wait until you've charged up enough from sunbeams to move. All he's got enough for right now is this, and he kind of likes it that way.
Jaejoong's a supercharger though. Junsu thinks maybe he was born talking. "I'm not a cat," he announces, laughing quietly.
Junsu shrugs and keeps petting him, thinking about how Jaejoong stretches like a cat (long, lengthy, lazily) and begs for attention like a cat (loudly, relentlessly).
"You just keep smiling," Jaejoong whines and catches his hand, stopping it and entwining their fingers. "What is it?"
"You drool."
Jaejoong pouts. "Shut up," and turns to hide his face in the pillow, staying still.
Junsu laughs, shaking his head. "Don't hide. I like it. Shows me you're human."
"Ah, gross," a muffled groan comes from the pillow.
"What's wrong?"
Jaejoong leans in and gives him an Eskimo kiss. "Got it all over my nose."