days of wine and roses ; dujun/dongwoon
title: "days of wine and roses."
author: 7seasatleast
pairing: Dujun/Dongwoon
rating: pg-13 (sex references)
disclaimer: i own only the plot, not characters.
author's note: like always sorry for any mistakes! enjoy ♥
heavy wind interrupts dujun's afternoon nap, banging in his ears and making him shiver, but he doesn't move, watching withered leaves trembling in the air. it's late september but still warm enough to sleep on the terrace, so since dujun suffers from insomnia for quite a long time now, he wants to try every possible place he owns to finally have even just a few moments of sleep.
dujun snuggles with his blanket, covering half of his face and staring at his dirty, empty flowerpots. he has artist-block since his problems with sleeping have started and he totally doesn't know what to do about it, his days turning into boring routine filled with attempts to fall asleep or clean the house, reading the books he has always wanted to read but never had time, having sex with random people or just procrastination in general.
"you should start giving drawing lessons or something. just to keep yourself busy." junhyung sprawls himself on his couch, while dujun is searching for some wine. "you can't spend all days just laying in bed and counting stains on your ceiling."
dujun's gaze flicks up, but he doesn't say anything, putting the glasses on his coffee table.
"and you need money. my friend has a son, type of self-proclaimed god, but he wants to study in an art college and he sucks a bit when it comes to drawing, so i can give you his number."
"gonna reconsider." dujun passes the glass to junhyung's hand, sitting next to him. junhyung takes a big sip and pats his shoulder, giving him serious gaze.
"i'll give you his number"
he has long eyelashes, long legs, long fingers and unbelievably regular face structure. his skin seems so smooth, his voice is so arousingly deep and his smirk is so arrogant that it makes him look even more appealing. he sits down on his wooden chair, resting his arms in nonchalant way.
"my portfolio." he curves up left corner of his mouth.
dujun grabs the elegant, shiny briefcase and lazily browse through the photos. most of them are in dark colors, blurred or taken on multiple exposure, but somehow it seems like an expected thing from such person. dujun smiles, putting it on the desk. "nice."
"i like them blurry."
dujun nods his head, giving him sheet of paper.
"i have a sight defect so this is the way i see the world"
"you don't need to explain."
he leaves him later than he should, even if they really don't talk. dongwoon isn't really skilled, but he gets most of things and he seems to know a lot about history of art.
dujun sits down on the wooden chair previously occupied by dongwoon, staring at his poorly drawn hand. he stands up, going to his workroom, feeling urge to paint for the first time in months. he wants to paint his spicy smell, his soft body features and that tickling sensation, when he turned around to face him and accidentally brushed his nose with his silky hair. he spends half of the night with watercolors and during the second one he sleeps peacefully till morning sun starts to drip on his sore face.
dongwoon comes every monday, tuesday and friday afternoon, always prepared, with tones of new drawings and ironic comments. they sit in dujun's living room, warm, october sun lightening the contours of dongwoon's body, making him look like a living, perfect painting. most of the time he's like junhyung said - proud, sarcastic kid, rolling his eyes and with better opinion on every subject, but at the same time he smiles so shyly every time dujun praises him.
he starts coming everyday and stays till the late hours, even if they still don't manage to have normal conversation, they just sit next to each other, drawing hands, noses, lips, bodies or still life.
dongwoon's body seems so soft and fragile and dujun has shivers down his spine every time their arms are pressed together or he touches his hand to show him how to do something more precisely. dongwoon sometimes tries to start a conversation, but dujun ends up saying nothing as always.
"can i smoke?" dujun asks when they have a break for late supper and dongwoon lays down on his couch with a bowl of rice with some thai sauce. dujun lingers his sight for the moment on his long legs, swallowing his saliva a bit too loudly.
"i'd be a hypocrite if i said no."
"so you want some?" dujun lights a cigarette and tosses the pack to dongwoon.
"no, thanks."
"why not?" he sits on the floor, resting his arm on the couch and smiling at him. "you don't like this brand?"
"i just don't want to"
dujun turns around, puffing the smoke and staring at his wooden chair. dongwoon eats quietly, sometimes shifting a bit and brushing dujun's elbow.
one hour later they have sex for the first time, on that table full of dongwoon's still life or hands or noses or whatever, dujun watching his face and remembering every single detail, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, the shade of the pink on his cheeks and how he bits his lip when dujun sucks on his jawline.
dongwoon spends more and more time at his place, stays for nights, days, weeks and instead of practicing his drawing skills, they just lay in dujun's bed, couting stains on his ceiling together. dujun wants to paint, he really wants and he knows what he wants to paint, but every time he stands up to grab his brushes, dongwoon purrs, straightening his body on bed and he just can't take it, he's back grinding with that warm body beneath the covers. dongwoon giggles, babbling about everything and nothing and dujun is silent as always, just smiling and sometimes laughing silently.
they try out nearly every possible position, every stable or unstable place in dujun's apartment, use half of contents from dujun's fridge, dujun even lets dongwoon take him few times and he actually enjoys it, feeling his perky nipples brushing his sweaty back while thrusting and his hands stroking his butt. but he prefers to see dongwoon's face, see his parted lips while he moans his name, see his messy hair sticking to his forehead, he sometimes even wants to grab a camera and take a photo and just stare at it everyday.
but for now there's no need, dongwoon is him with him everyday and every night, feeding all of his needs, not only the sexual ones. dongwoon takes care of his home, meals, soul and body, when dujun finally decides to work. he comes to him with dinner, hugging him from behind and kissing his nape and they end on the floor covered with paint, sometimes just laying down and kissing or even staring into each other eyes.
"your parents aren't worried? you're still only 18."
dongwoon shrugs, stroking his cheek. "they're divorced and i live on my own."
dujun nods, pulling him closer into his embrace. "on my own, to be exact."
dongwoon chuckles, kissing his chin. "you shouldn't complain. i'm like a perfect housewife."
"and you're young, beautiful, don't have wrinkles and cellulite."
"you're so shallow."
"thanks to you."
dongwoon sighs, raising his body and sprawling himself on his chest. "i want to marry you."
dujun catches his playful gaze, he's just joking, he rubs his nose and he doesn't say anything, just smiles even wider.
winter comes and dujun starts to feel like a hermit, excluding dongwoon being around him all the time. he doesn't even talk with junhyung, because he's afraid he'll decide to visit him and will be welcomed by the view of naked dongwoon in his kitchen.
in winter dongwoon's skin is extremely pale which makes him look even more fragile and his blush during sex is even more adorable. dujun only gets outside to buy some food, things he needs to paint or to rent a movie. dongwoon leaves for two or three hours due to his school, but every time he does it dujun is nervous, stressed and he just can't do anything but sit and stare throught window, waiting for his slim silhouette to appear on the street. then he nearly runs to the door, opening them less than second after the doorbell rings and pulls dongwoon into tight embrace. their days look like boring routine, it's nearly the same as it used to be before dujun has met him, except for having inspiration for new paitings, but he doesn't really care; he's sure he's in love and he wants it to last forever, waking everyday with a fear that dongwoon will get bored of him and decide to leave.
"you only paint my portraits, but i never pose for them," dongwoon mumbles, sitting in dujun's workroom covering himself with the thick blanket. dujun quickly gazes at him, smiling slightly and lingering his eyesight for a second at his exposed, white collarbone.
"it's tiring, baby."
"but i want to."
"i'd end up drooling all over the canvas."
"maybe i'm not attractive enough to pose for you." dongwoon stands up, coming to him. "you like only your imaginary version of me."
"oh, your beauty is too overhelming to be painted on," dujun chuckles, turning around. "every attempt would be a huge underestimation."
dongwoon rolls his eyes, grabbing the brush from dujun's hand and leaving it on little table next to the easel.
"shut up." he kisses him, smiling against his lip and covering him with the blanket. "why we never go outside together? you don't want to be seen with me? my parents won't see us and they wouldn't care, so don't worry."
"i want to keep you to myself, ok?" dujun whispers, kissing his forehead. "at least for now."
"you're weird," dongwoon yawns, freeing himself from the embrace and going back to his previous place. "but i love you."
dujun grins, blowing him a kiss and just grabs his brush.
dongwoon lays on his couch, watching some old french movie without subtitles with his eyes half-shut. he has only dujun's white shirt on, deliciously contrasting with his tanned skin. it's may already and dongwoon hasn't left him even for one day.
"talk to me. we don't talk."
dujun grabs the plates from yesterday's dinner, frowning his eyebrows.
"we do."
"no! i'm always the one who speaks. talk to me."
dujun rolls his eyes, collecting glasses.
"if it bothers you, you can leave me anytime."
dongwoon blinks at him, embracing his knees.
"i can't."
dujun heads to the kitchen, but makes the next step slower than previous.
"i need to pass exams."
dujun turns around, giving him a sugar-coated smile. "how in the world you want to pass them if you keep on just having sex with me?"
dongwoon doesn't say anything, just stares at his toes, playing with the edge of his shirt. dujun sighs, leaving dishes on the floor and collapsing next to him.
"you really want to get there?"
dongwoon nods, resting his chin on dujun's arm.
"and you'll leave after everything?"
"of course." dongwoon smiles, cocking his head and leaving small peck on his lips. "i'll find better guys in college."
"i want you to be serious."
dongwoon snuggles down his chest, clinging on his t-shirt.
"i can't stay here forever."
"why not?"
"just...can't" he raises his head, trying to add something but everything ends as always.
june comes and dongwoon really leaves him, just going out one morning and not coming back. he leaves all of his things at dujun's place and even though there's not much of it dujun still has some excuse to meet with him if he decides to ignore him. he's back to his previous condition, moping around his apartment and staring at that wooden chair in afternoon sun and shadowy lined table with a few of dongwoon's drawings still left untouched. he sometimes sits down and recalls their meetings before everything has started, the warmth and softness of his body brushing against dujun's. he calls junhyung and apologizes for his behaviour, pretending he was on the long journey. junhyung sighs and sets up their meeting for the next day.
they meet in the cafe near dongwoon's old school, junhyung looks completely different than one year ago, dujun feeling so awkward but junhyung doesn't seem to care, just hugging him, smiling and instantly joking. dujun quickly makes up the story about his trip to africa and junhyung tells him about his new work. they talk for so long that dujun immediately regrets ignoring junhyung's calls for such a long time, especially when dongwoon left him without a word.
he slowly learns his old life again, meets with forgotten people, have sex with some of them, suffers insomnia and artist-block, damaging half of dongwoon's portraits and feeling so helpless he's close to burst into tears.
in august he collects dongwoon's things, pack into one of his old suitcases and calls dongwoon, his whole body trembling, hand shaking and voice breaking once he heard his soft "yes?".
"hi. i'm gonna sell your things or something if you aren't planning to come and pick them up."
"do whatever you want. it's all yours now."
dujun clenches on the phone, feeling he's gonna cry in a minute. "did you...get approved?"
"it's shocking, but yes."
"congratulations."
"thanks."
they remain silent for the moment, just listening to each other breathing.
"you still aren't able to talk with me."
"but i need you."
dongwoon sighs, hanging up. he calls few moments later when dujun starts to already plan his suicide.
"i get approved because there were no drawing exams."
"oh."
"but it won't be that easy in college. i have to learn how to draw. and i miss you, dujun."
"so why did you leave me?"
"i told you i couldn't stay there forever."
"why? why in the world you couldn't?"
"can we start everything again? i want to see you tomorrow. i love you." he hangs up, this time definitely. dujun puts the phone on the table, sitting in his wooden chair and observing the pink clouds through the window. tomorrow he'll see dongwoon's skin glowing in the same, orange light, he'll feel his lips and warm body, they'll eat dinner together and he'll paint new portrait, everything will be fine.
author: 7seasatleast
pairing: Dujun/Dongwoon
rating: pg-13 (sex references)
disclaimer: i own only the plot, not characters.
author's note: like always sorry for any mistakes! enjoy ♥
heavy wind interrupts dujun's afternoon nap, banging in his ears and making him shiver, but he doesn't move, watching withered leaves trembling in the air. it's late september but still warm enough to sleep on the terrace, so since dujun suffers from insomnia for quite a long time now, he wants to try every possible place he owns to finally have even just a few moments of sleep.
dujun snuggles with his blanket, covering half of his face and staring at his dirty, empty flowerpots. he has artist-block since his problems with sleeping have started and he totally doesn't know what to do about it, his days turning into boring routine filled with attempts to fall asleep or clean the house, reading the books he has always wanted to read but never had time, having sex with random people or just procrastination in general.
"you should start giving drawing lessons or something. just to keep yourself busy." junhyung sprawls himself on his couch, while dujun is searching for some wine. "you can't spend all days just laying in bed and counting stains on your ceiling."
dujun's gaze flicks up, but he doesn't say anything, putting the glasses on his coffee table.
"and you need money. my friend has a son, type of self-proclaimed god, but he wants to study in an art college and he sucks a bit when it comes to drawing, so i can give you his number."
"gonna reconsider." dujun passes the glass to junhyung's hand, sitting next to him. junhyung takes a big sip and pats his shoulder, giving him serious gaze.
"i'll give you his number"
he has long eyelashes, long legs, long fingers and unbelievably regular face structure. his skin seems so smooth, his voice is so arousingly deep and his smirk is so arrogant that it makes him look even more appealing. he sits down on his wooden chair, resting his arms in nonchalant way.
"my portfolio." he curves up left corner of his mouth.
dujun grabs the elegant, shiny briefcase and lazily browse through the photos. most of them are in dark colors, blurred or taken on multiple exposure, but somehow it seems like an expected thing from such person. dujun smiles, putting it on the desk. "nice."
"i like them blurry."
dujun nods his head, giving him sheet of paper.
"i have a sight defect so this is the way i see the world"
"you don't need to explain."
he leaves him later than he should, even if they really don't talk. dongwoon isn't really skilled, but he gets most of things and he seems to know a lot about history of art.
dujun sits down on the wooden chair previously occupied by dongwoon, staring at his poorly drawn hand. he stands up, going to his workroom, feeling urge to paint for the first time in months. he wants to paint his spicy smell, his soft body features and that tickling sensation, when he turned around to face him and accidentally brushed his nose with his silky hair. he spends half of the night with watercolors and during the second one he sleeps peacefully till morning sun starts to drip on his sore face.
dongwoon comes every monday, tuesday and friday afternoon, always prepared, with tones of new drawings and ironic comments. they sit in dujun's living room, warm, october sun lightening the contours of dongwoon's body, making him look like a living, perfect painting. most of the time he's like junhyung said - proud, sarcastic kid, rolling his eyes and with better opinion on every subject, but at the same time he smiles so shyly every time dujun praises him.
he starts coming everyday and stays till the late hours, even if they still don't manage to have normal conversation, they just sit next to each other, drawing hands, noses, lips, bodies or still life.
dongwoon's body seems so soft and fragile and dujun has shivers down his spine every time their arms are pressed together or he touches his hand to show him how to do something more precisely. dongwoon sometimes tries to start a conversation, but dujun ends up saying nothing as always.
"can i smoke?" dujun asks when they have a break for late supper and dongwoon lays down on his couch with a bowl of rice with some thai sauce. dujun lingers his sight for the moment on his long legs, swallowing his saliva a bit too loudly.
"i'd be a hypocrite if i said no."
"so you want some?" dujun lights a cigarette and tosses the pack to dongwoon.
"no, thanks."
"why not?" he sits on the floor, resting his arm on the couch and smiling at him. "you don't like this brand?"
"i just don't want to"
dujun turns around, puffing the smoke and staring at his wooden chair. dongwoon eats quietly, sometimes shifting a bit and brushing dujun's elbow.
one hour later they have sex for the first time, on that table full of dongwoon's still life or hands or noses or whatever, dujun watching his face and remembering every single detail, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, the shade of the pink on his cheeks and how he bits his lip when dujun sucks on his jawline.
dongwoon spends more and more time at his place, stays for nights, days, weeks and instead of practicing his drawing skills, they just lay in dujun's bed, couting stains on his ceiling together. dujun wants to paint, he really wants and he knows what he wants to paint, but every time he stands up to grab his brushes, dongwoon purrs, straightening his body on bed and he just can't take it, he's back grinding with that warm body beneath the covers. dongwoon giggles, babbling about everything and nothing and dujun is silent as always, just smiling and sometimes laughing silently.
they try out nearly every possible position, every stable or unstable place in dujun's apartment, use half of contents from dujun's fridge, dujun even lets dongwoon take him few times and he actually enjoys it, feeling his perky nipples brushing his sweaty back while thrusting and his hands stroking his butt. but he prefers to see dongwoon's face, see his parted lips while he moans his name, see his messy hair sticking to his forehead, he sometimes even wants to grab a camera and take a photo and just stare at it everyday.
but for now there's no need, dongwoon is him with him everyday and every night, feeding all of his needs, not only the sexual ones. dongwoon takes care of his home, meals, soul and body, when dujun finally decides to work. he comes to him with dinner, hugging him from behind and kissing his nape and they end on the floor covered with paint, sometimes just laying down and kissing or even staring into each other eyes.
"your parents aren't worried? you're still only 18."
dongwoon shrugs, stroking his cheek. "they're divorced and i live on my own."
dujun nods, pulling him closer into his embrace. "on my own, to be exact."
dongwoon chuckles, kissing his chin. "you shouldn't complain. i'm like a perfect housewife."
"and you're young, beautiful, don't have wrinkles and cellulite."
"you're so shallow."
"thanks to you."
dongwoon sighs, raising his body and sprawling himself on his chest. "i want to marry you."
dujun catches his playful gaze, he's just joking, he rubs his nose and he doesn't say anything, just smiles even wider.
winter comes and dujun starts to feel like a hermit, excluding dongwoon being around him all the time. he doesn't even talk with junhyung, because he's afraid he'll decide to visit him and will be welcomed by the view of naked dongwoon in his kitchen.
in winter dongwoon's skin is extremely pale which makes him look even more fragile and his blush during sex is even more adorable. dujun only gets outside to buy some food, things he needs to paint or to rent a movie. dongwoon leaves for two or three hours due to his school, but every time he does it dujun is nervous, stressed and he just can't do anything but sit and stare throught window, waiting for his slim silhouette to appear on the street. then he nearly runs to the door, opening them less than second after the doorbell rings and pulls dongwoon into tight embrace. their days look like boring routine, it's nearly the same as it used to be before dujun has met him, except for having inspiration for new paitings, but he doesn't really care; he's sure he's in love and he wants it to last forever, waking everyday with a fear that dongwoon will get bored of him and decide to leave.
"you only paint my portraits, but i never pose for them," dongwoon mumbles, sitting in dujun's workroom covering himself with the thick blanket. dujun quickly gazes at him, smiling slightly and lingering his eyesight for a second at his exposed, white collarbone.
"it's tiring, baby."
"but i want to."
"i'd end up drooling all over the canvas."
"maybe i'm not attractive enough to pose for you." dongwoon stands up, coming to him. "you like only your imaginary version of me."
"oh, your beauty is too overhelming to be painted on," dujun chuckles, turning around. "every attempt would be a huge underestimation."
dongwoon rolls his eyes, grabbing the brush from dujun's hand and leaving it on little table next to the easel.
"shut up." he kisses him, smiling against his lip and covering him with the blanket. "why we never go outside together? you don't want to be seen with me? my parents won't see us and they wouldn't care, so don't worry."
"i want to keep you to myself, ok?" dujun whispers, kissing his forehead. "at least for now."
"you're weird," dongwoon yawns, freeing himself from the embrace and going back to his previous place. "but i love you."
dujun grins, blowing him a kiss and just grabs his brush.
dongwoon lays on his couch, watching some old french movie without subtitles with his eyes half-shut. he has only dujun's white shirt on, deliciously contrasting with his tanned skin. it's may already and dongwoon hasn't left him even for one day.
"talk to me. we don't talk."
dujun grabs the plates from yesterday's dinner, frowning his eyebrows.
"we do."
"no! i'm always the one who speaks. talk to me."
dujun rolls his eyes, collecting glasses.
"if it bothers you, you can leave me anytime."
dongwoon blinks at him, embracing his knees.
"i can't."
dujun heads to the kitchen, but makes the next step slower than previous.
"i need to pass exams."
dujun turns around, giving him a sugar-coated smile. "how in the world you want to pass them if you keep on just having sex with me?"
dongwoon doesn't say anything, just stares at his toes, playing with the edge of his shirt. dujun sighs, leaving dishes on the floor and collapsing next to him.
"you really want to get there?"
dongwoon nods, resting his chin on dujun's arm.
"and you'll leave after everything?"
"of course." dongwoon smiles, cocking his head and leaving small peck on his lips. "i'll find better guys in college."
"i want you to be serious."
dongwoon snuggles down his chest, clinging on his t-shirt.
"i can't stay here forever."
"why not?"
"just...can't" he raises his head, trying to add something but everything ends as always.
june comes and dongwoon really leaves him, just going out one morning and not coming back. he leaves all of his things at dujun's place and even though there's not much of it dujun still has some excuse to meet with him if he decides to ignore him. he's back to his previous condition, moping around his apartment and staring at that wooden chair in afternoon sun and shadowy lined table with a few of dongwoon's drawings still left untouched. he sometimes sits down and recalls their meetings before everything has started, the warmth and softness of his body brushing against dujun's. he calls junhyung and apologizes for his behaviour, pretending he was on the long journey. junhyung sighs and sets up their meeting for the next day.
they meet in the cafe near dongwoon's old school, junhyung looks completely different than one year ago, dujun feeling so awkward but junhyung doesn't seem to care, just hugging him, smiling and instantly joking. dujun quickly makes up the story about his trip to africa and junhyung tells him about his new work. they talk for so long that dujun immediately regrets ignoring junhyung's calls for such a long time, especially when dongwoon left him without a word.
he slowly learns his old life again, meets with forgotten people, have sex with some of them, suffers insomnia and artist-block, damaging half of dongwoon's portraits and feeling so helpless he's close to burst into tears.
in august he collects dongwoon's things, pack into one of his old suitcases and calls dongwoon, his whole body trembling, hand shaking and voice breaking once he heard his soft "yes?".
"hi. i'm gonna sell your things or something if you aren't planning to come and pick them up."
"do whatever you want. it's all yours now."
dujun clenches on the phone, feeling he's gonna cry in a minute. "did you...get approved?"
"it's shocking, but yes."
"congratulations."
"thanks."
they remain silent for the moment, just listening to each other breathing.
"you still aren't able to talk with me."
"but i need you."
dongwoon sighs, hanging up. he calls few moments later when dujun starts to already plan his suicide.
"i get approved because there were no drawing exams."
"oh."
"but it won't be that easy in college. i have to learn how to draw. and i miss you, dujun."
"so why did you leave me?"
"i told you i couldn't stay there forever."
"why? why in the world you couldn't?"
"can we start everything again? i want to see you tomorrow. i love you." he hangs up, this time definitely. dujun puts the phone on the table, sitting in his wooden chair and observing the pink clouds through the window. tomorrow he'll see dongwoon's skin glowing in the same, orange light, he'll feel his lips and warm body, they'll eat dinner together and he'll paint new portrait, everything will be fine.