random yoosu~
sazz went to two more classes, so here come two more drabbles!
Junsu had always loved the feeling of Yoochun’s hair. It was soft and smooth like silk, passed through his fingers easily, especially when it was longer, like this.
The room was quiet, Junsu on the floor with his legs spread apart, back resting against the couch with Yoochun settled comfortably on him. He smiled at the small shivers he felt running through Yoochun’s body every so often, the way that he had his eyes closed, smiling and sighing in absolute content as Junsu’s fingers gently swept across his scalp.
“Let’s get married,” Yoochun murmured, his voice deep and thick with affection, Junsu’s lips quirking just barely even as his heart pulled and twisted slightly at those words.
“We can’t do that,” he whispered, and tipped Yoochun’s head back for a bittersweet sort of kiss.
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Six months later, they were in the same room again. After six months of sex, fighting, drinking, partying and studying. Six months of parents, religion, friendships changing and relationships breaking or forming and graduation, Yoochun sat on the floor with his legs spread apart, back resting on the couch with Junsu settled comfortably on him.
Yoochun smiled when Junsu snuggled closer into his chest, fingers curled tighter into soft fabric and his own continued tracing light, shapeless patterns across the skin underneath the back of Junsu’s sweater. Here they were, at the end of adolescence, scared to death, and Junsu couldn’t let go of him.
“Let’s get married,” he whispered, three words all they needed to throw all caution to the wind and pull the lump back into Yoochun’s throat.
He tangled fingers into Junsu’s hair and kissed him, slow and sweet, and there was no way that this couldn’t be love.
Junsu had always loved the feeling of Yoochun’s hair. It was soft and smooth like silk, passed through his fingers easily, especially when it was longer, like this.
The room was quiet, Junsu on the floor with his legs spread apart, back resting against the couch with Yoochun settled comfortably on him. He smiled at the small shivers he felt running through Yoochun’s body every so often, the way that he had his eyes closed, smiling and sighing in absolute content as Junsu’s fingers gently swept across his scalp.
“Let’s get married,” Yoochun murmured, his voice deep and thick with affection, Junsu’s lips quirking just barely even as his heart pulled and twisted slightly at those words.
“We can’t do that,” he whispered, and tipped Yoochun’s head back for a bittersweet sort of kiss.
--
Six months later, they were in the same room again. After six months of sex, fighting, drinking, partying and studying. Six months of parents, religion, friendships changing and relationships breaking or forming and graduation, Yoochun sat on the floor with his legs spread apart, back resting on the couch with Junsu settled comfortably on him.
Yoochun smiled when Junsu snuggled closer into his chest, fingers curled tighter into soft fabric and his own continued tracing light, shapeless patterns across the skin underneath the back of Junsu’s sweater. Here they were, at the end of adolescence, scared to death, and Junsu couldn’t let go of him.
“Let’s get married,” he whispered, three words all they needed to throw all caution to the wind and pull the lump back into Yoochun’s throat.
He tangled fingers into Junsu’s hair and kissed him, slow and sweet, and there was no way that this couldn’t be love.