FIC | (Hosu) Gathering Dust
had to write, because am suffocating from work. busy like you wouldn't believe (and like most of you are).
hosu, because i miss them so much.
Title: Gathering Dust
Pairing: uh. Hosu
Genre: a little bit of drama, i think?
Disclaimer: made-up stuff about an observation.
Summary: have you ever taken a look back at the things you've stored away in the attic?
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"You've grown out of me."
Yunho chokes in his not-yet-cold coffee and turns to see who spoke. Not that he needed to do that. The voice was distinct and could only belong to one person, only that it sounded half-awake.
Junsu rubs sleepy eyelids and trudges to the chair opposite his hyung's, then flops both arms to the cold top, and then rests his head there.
After living together for years now, of course, one would know your roommates' quirks and such, so Yunho understood that, although Junsu was never really one for lying and was as honest as possible, he didn't really utter his thoughts on things like these much. Oh sure, he could blabber on tiny nothings, but for what could be potentially embarrassing topics such as these... it would take the clarity of mind and unguardedness that is only achieved while one drifts between waking and going back to sleep.
Well, contrary to him, who already had caffeine coursing through his veins.. so he puts his cup down, grabs a newspaper and looks intently at nothing in particular, and finally answers, "What are you talking about?"
"You. Growing out of me," came the blurry (because Junsu had opted at that exact moment to rub his cold nose against a sleeve), yet prompt reply.
As the older man was about to answer, Junsu looks up again, "And the newspaper's backwards, by the way".
Giving up on hiding, Yunho, a bit annoyed, more at himself than anything else, folds the paper up. "What do you mean by me having grown out of you?"
Letting out a giggle, possibly out of shyness, the baritenor speaks swiftly, "Well. You're so distant now. Like. Like. Well, before, in airports, you'd make sure I wouldn't get swamped. Or. Or.. It'd be weird, saying this, but before, you were always touching me. Cheek, head. I don't know. Some reassuring pat or another."
Yunho's brows furrowed, and he was going to open his mouth to retort, but Junsu wouldn't allow him, "You're not really being mean or ignoring me. You actually praise lots, and it means a lot to me, but.. You don't tease me like the others and just always stand aside when they do, but.. but I think I prefer their cajoling from your aloofness. I just - "
"You're being weird, Junsu. Maybe you're feeling homesick." Yunho, completely abandoning his cup of coffee walks away, guilty.
...Because he knew that it had something to do with reaching his limit and finally getting drunk, forced kisses, and fear in Junsu's eyes.
Yunho fights the very strong urge to turn back when he hears a very tiny, muffled sob.
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okay, that out, it's now back to work.
hosu, because i miss them so much.
Title: Gathering Dust
Pairing: uh. Hosu
Genre: a little bit of drama, i think?
Disclaimer: made-up stuff about an observation.
Summary: have you ever taken a look back at the things you've stored away in the attic?
---
"You've grown out of me."
Yunho chokes in his not-yet-cold coffee and turns to see who spoke. Not that he needed to do that. The voice was distinct and could only belong to one person, only that it sounded half-awake.
Junsu rubs sleepy eyelids and trudges to the chair opposite his hyung's, then flops both arms to the cold top, and then rests his head there.
After living together for years now, of course, one would know your roommates' quirks and such, so Yunho understood that, although Junsu was never really one for lying and was as honest as possible, he didn't really utter his thoughts on things like these much. Oh sure, he could blabber on tiny nothings, but for what could be potentially embarrassing topics such as these... it would take the clarity of mind and unguardedness that is only achieved while one drifts between waking and going back to sleep.
Well, contrary to him, who already had caffeine coursing through his veins.. so he puts his cup down, grabs a newspaper and looks intently at nothing in particular, and finally answers, "What are you talking about?"
"You. Growing out of me," came the blurry (because Junsu had opted at that exact moment to rub his cold nose against a sleeve), yet prompt reply.
As the older man was about to answer, Junsu looks up again, "And the newspaper's backwards, by the way".
Giving up on hiding, Yunho, a bit annoyed, more at himself than anything else, folds the paper up. "What do you mean by me having grown out of you?"
Letting out a giggle, possibly out of shyness, the baritenor speaks swiftly, "Well. You're so distant now. Like. Like. Well, before, in airports, you'd make sure I wouldn't get swamped. Or. Or.. It'd be weird, saying this, but before, you were always touching me. Cheek, head. I don't know. Some reassuring pat or another."
Yunho's brows furrowed, and he was going to open his mouth to retort, but Junsu wouldn't allow him, "You're not really being mean or ignoring me. You actually praise lots, and it means a lot to me, but.. You don't tease me like the others and just always stand aside when they do, but.. but I think I prefer their cajoling from your aloofness. I just - "
"You're being weird, Junsu. Maybe you're feeling homesick." Yunho, completely abandoning his cup of coffee walks away, guilty.
...Because he knew that it had something to do with reaching his limit and finally getting drunk, forced kisses, and fear in Junsu's eyes.
Yunho fights the very strong urge to turn back when he hears a very tiny, muffled sob.
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okay, that out, it's now back to work.