Frost (flashfic challenge 34: feel small)
Title: Frost
Author: twhitesakura
Word count: 375
Concrit?: Yes
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong hints
Rating: PG
Summary: Yoochun sleeps with the windows open.
When Yoochun first became part of Dong Bang Shin Ki and started rooming with four other boys he barely knew, he was pushed into a small bedroom with Jaejoong and Changmin, but he still got his own bed. It was too cold under the covers by himself. Back in Virginia, his mom and his brother, Yoohwan, had all squeezed into a one bedroom apartment. At night, his mother had taken the modest single bed while he and Yoohwan had squeezed together into a futon on the floor. It was frightfully hot during the summer, even with the windows open and the fan blowing. Yoohwan was a terrible sleeper and his limbs would end up curled around Yoochun like living vines and so, Yoochun became used to warm arms and warm legs against his, the warm soft shush of his brother’s breath against his shoulder.
His first night back in Korea and there were strangers in his room. They smelled and breathed differently and he wanted to get away from them. He dragged his sheets to the balcony and spread them down on the moist cool tile, and lay against them, staring at the stars and willing himself to fall asleep. Coolness seeped into his skin and eyes and misted them over, sealed them over with ice.
Dawn would break, pieces of sun pressed against him like embers of a fire, prickling his clammy skin. He’d wake up then, before the others, and crawl back into his bed. None of the others knew and for months, he managed his nightly camp outside until autumn gave way to the bitter chills of winter and its real dangers of hypothermia and frostbite. Yoochun had nowhere to go then, except back undercover in his own bed, his too large, lonely bed.
Years later when they could afford to move to bigger places, when Changmin moved out of their bedroom into Yunho’s, and Jaejoong was a friend and not merely an acquaintance, Yoochun left their windows open at night even into the late fall.
“I don’t get you,” Jaejoong sighed from across the room at Yoochun, arms draped over his pillow.
Come make me small again, Yoochun wanted to whisper, but Jaejoong only turned on his side and fell asleep.
Author: twhitesakura
Word count: 375
Concrit?: Yes
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong hints
Rating: PG
Summary: Yoochun sleeps with the windows open.
When Yoochun first became part of Dong Bang Shin Ki and started rooming with four other boys he barely knew, he was pushed into a small bedroom with Jaejoong and Changmin, but he still got his own bed. It was too cold under the covers by himself. Back in Virginia, his mom and his brother, Yoohwan, had all squeezed into a one bedroom apartment. At night, his mother had taken the modest single bed while he and Yoohwan had squeezed together into a futon on the floor. It was frightfully hot during the summer, even with the windows open and the fan blowing. Yoohwan was a terrible sleeper and his limbs would end up curled around Yoochun like living vines and so, Yoochun became used to warm arms and warm legs against his, the warm soft shush of his brother’s breath against his shoulder.
His first night back in Korea and there were strangers in his room. They smelled and breathed differently and he wanted to get away from them. He dragged his sheets to the balcony and spread them down on the moist cool tile, and lay against them, staring at the stars and willing himself to fall asleep. Coolness seeped into his skin and eyes and misted them over, sealed them over with ice.
Dawn would break, pieces of sun pressed against him like embers of a fire, prickling his clammy skin. He’d wake up then, before the others, and crawl back into his bed. None of the others knew and for months, he managed his nightly camp outside until autumn gave way to the bitter chills of winter and its real dangers of hypothermia and frostbite. Yoochun had nowhere to go then, except back undercover in his own bed, his too large, lonely bed.
Years later when they could afford to move to bigger places, when Changmin moved out of their bedroom into Yunho’s, and Jaejoong was a friend and not merely an acquaintance, Yoochun left their windows open at night even into the late fall.
“I don’t get you,” Jaejoong sighed from across the room at Yoochun, arms draped over his pillow.
Come make me small again, Yoochun wanted to whisper, but Jaejoong only turned on his side and fell asleep.