FICs | All You Need is Randomness & Old Light
prolific, woot. two for today.
[1]
Skip to Hosu - Old Light
Title: All You Need is Randomness
Pairing: Minsu (for
junsu_hyung )
Disclaimer: I don't own people.
Warnings: at-part-time-job kind of fic :D and you know. this is a typical mushy gushy fic. not quite original.
Summary: Who should make the first move?
Changmin blissfully reads through a book he had to stow away for the longest time because of rehearsals, not to mention performances, TV guestings left and right. Add to that childish hyungs who seemed to refuse to leave him alone.
patter patter patter
Shooing away the tic forming above a brow, he resumes reading when the noise has faded away enough.
squeak. patter squeak louder squeak patter.
"Hyung."
Junsu freezes in his tracks and strangely looks very startled, "Huh?"
"Why are you more restless than usual? It's bothering me."
"Ah." Still rooted in his place, not to mention pose, he starts to space out once more. When he blinks again, he is surprised, as well as disoriented, to find himself seated on the couch beside a satisfied-looking Changmin. He observes for a bit, and then -
"You know what, Changminnie? I think holding on to someone you really like when you know it's better to let go and forget is like eating too much ice cream."
Changmin, all too used to the way his hyung's mind worked, closed his book and turns to look at his seatmate, "Ah. You mean it tastes and makes you feel good, even though you know it's going to make you sick."
Junsu pouts a little, and excitedly nods. Then he bites his lip, and, making a noncommittal sound, leans forward and embraces the taller male. Then leisurely, he lets go, and makes up for the slow movement by rapidly getting to his feet. He has begun walking away when Changmin catches his wrist, "Junsu, wait."
Towering over his hyung, Changmin appears out of breath, "You're so dense."
Junsu's eyes linger at Changmin's hand, which hasn't relinquished it's hold on his wrist yet, then defiantly at the the latter, "You coward."
Changmin gapes at his hyung, "Wha-? Me? When you're always hanging onto - okay, when you always let Yoochun latch onto you? And hey, you could also have come out and said it first."
"Shut up and hug me. You'll miss your cue."
Nostrils flaring at being told what to do (even if the gesture ordered was quite lovely), he eventually grins maliciously as a thought crosses his mind, "I have a better idea."
"Hm? -"
Changmin straightens. Junsu blinks. Then a color seeps upwards from his toes to his forehead. He managed to sputter, "Ah. Ah. Pervert! Min, you pervert!"
"What?!"
"Ugh." Junsu tugs his hand out.
"You're just being childish. It's just a kiss."
"I didn't expect it!"
"How can I be romantic if I ask for your permission first?"
Jaejoong hums as he sips his coffee, "Feels like a movie."
Yunho turns a page in his newspaper, "If it were, it would be a major flop."
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-end-
sorry for yoochun's absence!
[2]
Skip to Minsu - All You Need is Randomness
Title: Old Light
Pairing: Hosu
Disclaimer: I don't own people.
Warnings: at-part-time-job kind of fic :D. not quite happy.
Summary: Time can do a lot of things.
They used to have a lot to say between them both. Now, they were barely a meter from each other, yet they could have been in different rooms, heck different planets even.
Junsu was counting fibers on a pillow case, then setting it down, smoothing his side burns, then suddenly moving his legs to some song's steps.
Yunho, on the other hand, was sitting still, looking thoughtful. After the nth time Junsu bumps his knee to the table top, though, he takes out a notebook and pretends to write lyrics. It is bulky, almost old, and contained mostly thoughts instead of fluid poetry. And pictures, a lot of them, all randomly inserted, all weathered and a bit faded by all the rain they have gone through.
"Junsu..." Yunho suddenly speaks out, softly, and Junsu knows this tone well. He looks up but remains planted. The older man, eyes still on a photograph, repeats, "Junsu."
He knows when to comply and moves closer, until Yunho can take him into his arms. The leader rests his chin on the shorter man's head, and holds him tighter. Junsu merely leans against him, keeps still.
"You don't need me anymore", Yunho whispers, breath playing with the hair below it. Junsu's own catches in his throat when he is squeezed a bit harder, and misses the chance to say, 'You're the one I need most'.
When Jaejoong arrives an hour later, Junsu is playing with cards, and Yunho is reading a magazine.
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yoosu + hyuksu tomorrow. *crosses fingers*
[1]
Skip to Hosu - Old Light
Title: All You Need is Randomness
Pairing: Minsu (for
junsu_hyung )
Disclaimer: I don't own people.
Warnings: at-part-time-job kind of fic :D and you know. this is a typical mushy gushy fic. not quite original.
Summary: Who should make the first move?
Changmin blissfully reads through a book he had to stow away for the longest time because of rehearsals, not to mention performances, TV guestings left and right. Add to that childish hyungs who seemed to refuse to leave him alone.
patter patter patter
Shooing away the tic forming above a brow, he resumes reading when the noise has faded away enough.
squeak. patter squeak louder squeak patter.
"Hyung."
Junsu freezes in his tracks and strangely looks very startled, "Huh?"
"Why are you more restless than usual? It's bothering me."
"Ah." Still rooted in his place, not to mention pose, he starts to space out once more. When he blinks again, he is surprised, as well as disoriented, to find himself seated on the couch beside a satisfied-looking Changmin. He observes for a bit, and then -
"You know what, Changminnie? I think holding on to someone you really like when you know it's better to let go and forget is like eating too much ice cream."
Changmin, all too used to the way his hyung's mind worked, closed his book and turns to look at his seatmate, "Ah. You mean it tastes and makes you feel good, even though you know it's going to make you sick."
Junsu pouts a little, and excitedly nods. Then he bites his lip, and, making a noncommittal sound, leans forward and embraces the taller male. Then leisurely, he lets go, and makes up for the slow movement by rapidly getting to his feet. He has begun walking away when Changmin catches his wrist, "Junsu, wait."
Towering over his hyung, Changmin appears out of breath, "You're so dense."
Junsu's eyes linger at Changmin's hand, which hasn't relinquished it's hold on his wrist yet, then defiantly at the the latter, "You coward."
Changmin gapes at his hyung, "Wha-? Me? When you're always hanging onto - okay, when you always let Yoochun latch onto you? And hey, you could also have come out and said it first."
"Shut up and hug me. You'll miss your cue."
Nostrils flaring at being told what to do (even if the gesture ordered was quite lovely), he eventually grins maliciously as a thought crosses his mind, "I have a better idea."
"Hm? -"
Changmin straightens. Junsu blinks. Then a color seeps upwards from his toes to his forehead. He managed to sputter, "Ah. Ah. Pervert! Min, you pervert!"
"What?!"
"Ugh." Junsu tugs his hand out.
"You're just being childish. It's just a kiss."
"I didn't expect it!"
"How can I be romantic if I ask for your permission first?"
Jaejoong hums as he sips his coffee, "Feels like a movie."
Yunho turns a page in his newspaper, "If it were, it would be a major flop."
---------
-end-
sorry for yoochun's absence!
[2]
Skip to Minsu - All You Need is Randomness
Title: Old Light
Pairing: Hosu
Disclaimer: I don't own people.
Warnings: at-part-time-job kind of fic :D. not quite happy.
Summary: Time can do a lot of things.
They used to have a lot to say between them both. Now, they were barely a meter from each other, yet they could have been in different rooms, heck different planets even.
Junsu was counting fibers on a pillow case, then setting it down, smoothing his side burns, then suddenly moving his legs to some song's steps.
Yunho, on the other hand, was sitting still, looking thoughtful. After the nth time Junsu bumps his knee to the table top, though, he takes out a notebook and pretends to write lyrics. It is bulky, almost old, and contained mostly thoughts instead of fluid poetry. And pictures, a lot of them, all randomly inserted, all weathered and a bit faded by all the rain they have gone through.
"Junsu..." Yunho suddenly speaks out, softly, and Junsu knows this tone well. He looks up but remains planted. The older man, eyes still on a photograph, repeats, "Junsu."
He knows when to comply and moves closer, until Yunho can take him into his arms. The leader rests his chin on the shorter man's head, and holds him tighter. Junsu merely leans against him, keeps still.
"You don't need me anymore", Yunho whispers, breath playing with the hair below it. Junsu's own catches in his throat when he is squeezed a bit harder, and misses the chance to say, 'You're the one I need most'.
When Jaejoong arrives an hour later, Junsu is playing with cards, and Yunho is reading a magazine.
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yoosu + hyuksu tomorrow. *crosses fingers*