[fanfic] A night for confessions
Title: A night for confessions
Pairing: YooSu
Genre: fluff. romance.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1 732
Warning: unbetad
Summary: “Did you watch me again when I was sleeping?”
Dedicated to: kitkii just because I love you.
Disclaimer: Don't own DBSK or YooSu.
A/N:
I missed writing YooSu.
I missed writing in general <3
This is just a little something without deep meaning and without a long and complicated or any special plot at all. It is sweet and YooSu-ish I hope.
It is dedicated to Kit because I own her still a few fics for her prompts but I can't really think at the moment, too much drama going on, not only in kpop life <-<
Hope you will enjoy~
Please leave a comment ^-^
~
The rain was heavy outside and he stood in front of the balcony door, considering if he should go outside or not. Maybe it was really the best to once not go outside and don’t smoke, because elsewhere than on the balcony they weren’t allowed to follow their little sin.
Yoochun sighed and turned around, looking through the door in the living room. He could spot the sleeping person on the couch there and a smile flew over his lips.
Maybe he could do something better than smoking. Slowly he tiptoed to the figure on the couch, cuddled in the blankets and pressed against the back of the old sofa. Maybe they should really move the bed into the room, since Junsu anyways always slept there.
He stopped in front of him and kneeled down, watching the sleeping face with softness that always found its way into his eyes when he looked at the younger man.
A noise from the bathroom startled him and he looked up to meet Jaejoong’s eyes, tired and exhausted but with an understanding he only found in his friend. With a nod the older man disappeared in their shared bedroom, signalling him that it was okay.
Yoochun sighed and looked again at the halfway curled figure. He touched the slightly cold forehead and eased a bit the wrinkles that began to form a frown.
Junsu breathed heavily before he relaxed a bit more and moved towards the warm hand.
When he felt how it continued to stroke his forehead and temples a smile glided over Junsu’s face. Yoochun couldn’t help but smiled as well, almost tempted to press a kiss on the soft skin, but he held back and bit his lip. He was not allowed to do that, especially not when Junsu couldn’t say anything against it like now.
He could hear another noise coming from his bedroom and knew that Jaejoong tried to call someone. Maybe it was better when he went back to his roommate and talked to him.
Slowly he took his hand back and straightened up, still watching Junsu’s relaxed face. The smile still lingered at his lips.
When Yoochun went back into his and Jaejoong’s bedroom he could see Jaejoong sitting at the window and staring into the night, cell phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other. It was not lighted but Yoochun could understand what his friend felt and slowly took both things out of his hands.
He grabbed Jaejoong’s hand and held it for a moment.
“You should tell him, you know. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind it.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip again at these words and looked away when Jaejoong finally turned his head.
“We all know how you look at him.”
There was a short pain at the word ‘we’ and they both were silent for a moment, completely distracted for a moment with thoughts about something else.
“We should go to bed.”
Jaejoong nodded and smiled a bit, touched Yoochun’s hand for a moment with his own.
“Don’t think so much, Yoochunnie, you know it is not healthy.”
They grinned at each other, exactly knowing that Yoochun could say the same to Jaejoong. After a last gaze towards the living room, Yoochun crawled under his blanket and turned off the light.
“Tomorrow we will meet the others. Do you think we can talk with them for a moment?”
Yoochun turned around and faced Jaejoong who was staring at the ceiling, trying not to blink.
“I think so, at least it’s the end of the year. Now come on, we need our sleep.”
He tried to smile and snuggled a bit more in the blanket.
Although Yoochun himself said they should sleep, he couldn’t fall asleep and stood up again when he heard Jaejoong’s deep and even breathing. He tiptoed out of the room and stood a moment hesitant in the corridor, not sure where to go with his restlessness, when he heard a faint voice coming from the living room.
“Yoochun-ah? What are you doing here?”
Junsu stood in the hallway in front of him, rubbing his eyes and looking with such worry and innocence at him that Yoochun couldn’t help but just smiled.
Junsu raised confused his eyebrows before he moved a bit closer, lying one hand on Yoochun’s arm.
“It's four in the morning, why aren’t you asleep?”
His soft voice warmed Yoochun’s heart and he grabbed his hand, looked at him for a moment before he answered.
“I couldn’t sleep. But I could ask you the same. Did I wake you up?”
He almost regretted his words in the next moment when he saw Junsu’s first confused and then slightly amused face.
“Did you watch me again when I was sleeping?”
Junsu chuckled and squeezed Yoochun’s hand that still held his own. He found it extremely cute when Yoochun showed these rare moments of true affection towards him.
Yoochun avoided the warm gaze and looked sideways on the wall, slightly flushed and obviously embarrassed.
“Err.. well.. no, not really. I just saw that you was asleep.”
Junsu chuckled some more and tugged his friend with him in the kitchen.
“I was just about to make me some hot chocolate. Do you want some hot milk?”
He knew that Yoochun didn’t like chocolate but either milk or coffee and since he didn’t think it was a good idea to drink coffee at night he offered him milk.
Yoochun looked at their still joint hands and nodded smiling, finally meeting Junsu’s eyes again.
They broke the contact when Junsu reached out to get the things out of the closets.
He maundered about things he experienced the last days with the staff while Yoochun leaned at the counter and watched him, half amused, half lovingly.
“Stop staring at me, Yoochun, that’s disgusting.”
Yoochun could notice from the tone that he wasn’t serious and they both laughed when Junsu turned around and met his look.
Finally they had their drinks and went back in the living room, curling around each other on the couch.
Junsu settled in the corner and had his feet on Yoochun’s lap who leaned a bit on him, eyes half closed while he massaged his friend’s feet and legs.
He almost fell asleep after a while, half of the milk already gone, when he felt a shiver against his cheek.
When he opened his eyes he almost jumped away, so sudden and close was Junsu’s face in front of him. His eyes had still the warm gaze, but they looked also a bit insecure, not sure what to do with the situation though Junsu was the one who caused it.
They remained silent for a moment before Yoochun moved a bit closer and finally closed the gap between their lips, only touching like a butterfly, soft and hesitant, Junsu’s lips with his own.
He heard a gasp, before he only felt the warmth and softness of Junsu’s lips pressed against his own.
All his senses were concentrated on Junsu and all his concentration fixed on that one point where their lips met.
After what seemed like an eternity their lips parted again, silent and still a bit hesitant. It was like they both didn’t know what to do, how to do it.
Yoochun couldn’t help the smile that began to spread on his lips and when he looked at Junsu, he saw the same and more. Junsu never looked so beautiful to him, not once in all the years they knew each other now.
His lips were still slightly parted and he made a move to touch them. His eyes shone warm and a bit too bright, while his whole body seemed to be tensed, but with a wonderful, expectant tension that made Yoochun a bit nervous, in a good way.
Before Junsu’s fingertips could reach his own lips, they were taken again by Yoochun, now with a bit more strength and confidence, but still so soft like he could broke something, still with a closed mouth and half closed eyes.
He could feel Junsu’s smile pressed in the kiss when his arms encircled him and his lips opened to welcome him.
They were lost for a moment, drowning in the taste of each other and the feeling of tingling butterflies in their bodies and on their skin.
When they parted for the second time completely, Yoochun lied onto Junsu, who had his hands entangled in his hair.
“Yoochun…”
Junsu’s voice was hoarse and only a whisper, but it meant more than anything else Yoochun has heard from him before. He didn’t need any more words than this.
With a smile he took the lips, that now were his, again and breathed his long time friend in, breathed the scent of his lover.
They fell asleep on the couch after too much kissing and touches that burnt the skin but didn’t light the fire yet.
The next morning they woke up from Jaejoong’s voice calling them for breakfast and with a smile in their faces that remembered the last night.
Yoochun remained silent for a moment and only looked at his friend, trailed with his eyes over every little detail he could find.
Junsu laughed and tickled his neck with his fingers.
“Didn’t I say you should stop staring at me?!”
They both chuckled at that until they broke out in full laughter, only stopped by Jaejoong who now stepped out of the kitchen, looking at them as if they were children.
He grinned at them for a moment before ordering them, again, in the kitchen.
After he disappeared Junsu pecked Yoochun softly on the mouth and pressed a finger at his cheek.
“Thank you.”
“Hu?”
He saw Junsu laughing at his face and caught it with a kiss before he could get an answer.
When they broke apart and Junsu wanted to answer the question, Jaejoong came in and literally kicked them in the kitchen.
They only found time to talk when they drove to their performance and sat together in the back of the car.
Yoochun, again a bit tired, snuggled up to his newly found lover and pressed a smile at his cheek.
“Thank you for always staring at me. That showed and proved me that you really love me.”
A whisper into his ear just before he drifted away to sleep, still a smile in his face.
Pairing: YooSu
Genre: fluff. romance.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1 732
Warning: unbetad
Summary: “Did you watch me again when I was sleeping?”
Dedicated to: kitkii just because I love you.
Disclaimer: Don't own DBSK or YooSu.
A/N:
I missed writing YooSu.
I missed writing in general <3
This is just a little something without deep meaning and without a long and complicated or any special plot at all. It is sweet and YooSu-ish I hope.
It is dedicated to Kit because I own her still a few fics for her prompts but I can't really think at the moment, too much drama going on, not only in kpop life <-<
Hope you will enjoy~
Please leave a comment ^-^
~
The rain was heavy outside and he stood in front of the balcony door, considering if he should go outside or not. Maybe it was really the best to once not go outside and don’t smoke, because elsewhere than on the balcony they weren’t allowed to follow their little sin.
Yoochun sighed and turned around, looking through the door in the living room. He could spot the sleeping person on the couch there and a smile flew over his lips.
Maybe he could do something better than smoking. Slowly he tiptoed to the figure on the couch, cuddled in the blankets and pressed against the back of the old sofa. Maybe they should really move the bed into the room, since Junsu anyways always slept there.
He stopped in front of him and kneeled down, watching the sleeping face with softness that always found its way into his eyes when he looked at the younger man.
A noise from the bathroom startled him and he looked up to meet Jaejoong’s eyes, tired and exhausted but with an understanding he only found in his friend. With a nod the older man disappeared in their shared bedroom, signalling him that it was okay.
Yoochun sighed and looked again at the halfway curled figure. He touched the slightly cold forehead and eased a bit the wrinkles that began to form a frown.
Junsu breathed heavily before he relaxed a bit more and moved towards the warm hand.
When he felt how it continued to stroke his forehead and temples a smile glided over Junsu’s face. Yoochun couldn’t help but smiled as well, almost tempted to press a kiss on the soft skin, but he held back and bit his lip. He was not allowed to do that, especially not when Junsu couldn’t say anything against it like now.
He could hear another noise coming from his bedroom and knew that Jaejoong tried to call someone. Maybe it was better when he went back to his roommate and talked to him.
Slowly he took his hand back and straightened up, still watching Junsu’s relaxed face. The smile still lingered at his lips.
When Yoochun went back into his and Jaejoong’s bedroom he could see Jaejoong sitting at the window and staring into the night, cell phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other. It was not lighted but Yoochun could understand what his friend felt and slowly took both things out of his hands.
He grabbed Jaejoong’s hand and held it for a moment.
“You should tell him, you know. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind it.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip again at these words and looked away when Jaejoong finally turned his head.
“We all know how you look at him.”
There was a short pain at the word ‘we’ and they both were silent for a moment, completely distracted for a moment with thoughts about something else.
“We should go to bed.”
Jaejoong nodded and smiled a bit, touched Yoochun’s hand for a moment with his own.
“Don’t think so much, Yoochunnie, you know it is not healthy.”
They grinned at each other, exactly knowing that Yoochun could say the same to Jaejoong. After a last gaze towards the living room, Yoochun crawled under his blanket and turned off the light.
“Tomorrow we will meet the others. Do you think we can talk with them for a moment?”
Yoochun turned around and faced Jaejoong who was staring at the ceiling, trying not to blink.
“I think so, at least it’s the end of the year. Now come on, we need our sleep.”
He tried to smile and snuggled a bit more in the blanket.
Although Yoochun himself said they should sleep, he couldn’t fall asleep and stood up again when he heard Jaejoong’s deep and even breathing. He tiptoed out of the room and stood a moment hesitant in the corridor, not sure where to go with his restlessness, when he heard a faint voice coming from the living room.
“Yoochun-ah? What are you doing here?”
Junsu stood in the hallway in front of him, rubbing his eyes and looking with such worry and innocence at him that Yoochun couldn’t help but just smiled.
Junsu raised confused his eyebrows before he moved a bit closer, lying one hand on Yoochun’s arm.
“It's four in the morning, why aren’t you asleep?”
His soft voice warmed Yoochun’s heart and he grabbed his hand, looked at him for a moment before he answered.
“I couldn’t sleep. But I could ask you the same. Did I wake you up?”
He almost regretted his words in the next moment when he saw Junsu’s first confused and then slightly amused face.
“Did you watch me again when I was sleeping?”
Junsu chuckled and squeezed Yoochun’s hand that still held his own. He found it extremely cute when Yoochun showed these rare moments of true affection towards him.
Yoochun avoided the warm gaze and looked sideways on the wall, slightly flushed and obviously embarrassed.
“Err.. well.. no, not really. I just saw that you was asleep.”
Junsu chuckled some more and tugged his friend with him in the kitchen.
“I was just about to make me some hot chocolate. Do you want some hot milk?”
He knew that Yoochun didn’t like chocolate but either milk or coffee and since he didn’t think it was a good idea to drink coffee at night he offered him milk.
Yoochun looked at their still joint hands and nodded smiling, finally meeting Junsu’s eyes again.
They broke the contact when Junsu reached out to get the things out of the closets.
He maundered about things he experienced the last days with the staff while Yoochun leaned at the counter and watched him, half amused, half lovingly.
“Stop staring at me, Yoochun, that’s disgusting.”
Yoochun could notice from the tone that he wasn’t serious and they both laughed when Junsu turned around and met his look.
Finally they had their drinks and went back in the living room, curling around each other on the couch.
Junsu settled in the corner and had his feet on Yoochun’s lap who leaned a bit on him, eyes half closed while he massaged his friend’s feet and legs.
He almost fell asleep after a while, half of the milk already gone, when he felt a shiver against his cheek.
When he opened his eyes he almost jumped away, so sudden and close was Junsu’s face in front of him. His eyes had still the warm gaze, but they looked also a bit insecure, not sure what to do with the situation though Junsu was the one who caused it.
They remained silent for a moment before Yoochun moved a bit closer and finally closed the gap between their lips, only touching like a butterfly, soft and hesitant, Junsu’s lips with his own.
He heard a gasp, before he only felt the warmth and softness of Junsu’s lips pressed against his own.
All his senses were concentrated on Junsu and all his concentration fixed on that one point where their lips met.
After what seemed like an eternity their lips parted again, silent and still a bit hesitant. It was like they both didn’t know what to do, how to do it.
Yoochun couldn’t help the smile that began to spread on his lips and when he looked at Junsu, he saw the same and more. Junsu never looked so beautiful to him, not once in all the years they knew each other now.
His lips were still slightly parted and he made a move to touch them. His eyes shone warm and a bit too bright, while his whole body seemed to be tensed, but with a wonderful, expectant tension that made Yoochun a bit nervous, in a good way.
Before Junsu’s fingertips could reach his own lips, they were taken again by Yoochun, now with a bit more strength and confidence, but still so soft like he could broke something, still with a closed mouth and half closed eyes.
He could feel Junsu’s smile pressed in the kiss when his arms encircled him and his lips opened to welcome him.
They were lost for a moment, drowning in the taste of each other and the feeling of tingling butterflies in their bodies and on their skin.
When they parted for the second time completely, Yoochun lied onto Junsu, who had his hands entangled in his hair.
“Yoochun…”
Junsu’s voice was hoarse and only a whisper, but it meant more than anything else Yoochun has heard from him before. He didn’t need any more words than this.
With a smile he took the lips, that now were his, again and breathed his long time friend in, breathed the scent of his lover.
They fell asleep on the couch after too much kissing and touches that burnt the skin but didn’t light the fire yet.
The next morning they woke up from Jaejoong’s voice calling them for breakfast and with a smile in their faces that remembered the last night.
Yoochun remained silent for a moment and only looked at his friend, trailed with his eyes over every little detail he could find.
Junsu laughed and tickled his neck with his fingers.
“Didn’t I say you should stop staring at me?!”
They both chuckled at that until they broke out in full laughter, only stopped by Jaejoong who now stepped out of the kitchen, looking at them as if they were children.
He grinned at them for a moment before ordering them, again, in the kitchen.
After he disappeared Junsu pecked Yoochun softly on the mouth and pressed a finger at his cheek.
“Thank you.”
“Hu?”
He saw Junsu laughing at his face and caught it with a kiss before he could get an answer.
When they broke apart and Junsu wanted to answer the question, Jaejoong came in and literally kicked them in the kitchen.
They only found time to talk when they drove to their performance and sat together in the back of the car.
Yoochun, again a bit tired, snuggled up to his newly found lover and pressed a smile at his cheek.
“Thank you for always staring at me. That showed and proved me that you really love me.”
A whisper into his ear just before he drifted away to sleep, still a smile in his face.