untying (response to drabble challenge 9: epiphany)
Title: untying
Author: kandadze
Word count: 200
Concrit?: sure
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: G
Yunho scolds Junsu the most and praises him the least. Junsu never questions the rough treatment- just takes the criticism like a pro, never asking for approval. He just sleeps less, works harder, smiles more. Yunho takes comfort from Junsu's strength, unflinching footsteps moving up the same road-
It's that evening when the other three call him to help them get Junsu out of the practice room- bodily, if need be- that Yunho's confidence falters. Junsu looks at him in the mirror, knees glued to the floor.
"Enough for today. Rest. Now," Yunho helps him up, and Junsu folds in his arms, exhausted, imperfect, beautiful-
The thought hits him harder than a stray elbow after stepping to the wrong side during dance practice and he grits his teeth, letting the man slump back down.
Junsu blinks at him, beads of sweat staining his skin like tears.
"All because of me?" Yunho asks, wonders if he has any right-
Junsu gets up on his own, scrubbing at his face with his forearm. Yunho chokes when he feels the man's body-heat curl around him, an unwanted caress-
"Hypocrite," Junsu smiles.
***
A week later Yunho still turns that word around in his head.
Author: kandadze
Word count: 200
Concrit?: sure
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: G
Yunho scolds Junsu the most and praises him the least. Junsu never questions the rough treatment- just takes the criticism like a pro, never asking for approval. He just sleeps less, works harder, smiles more. Yunho takes comfort from Junsu's strength, unflinching footsteps moving up the same road-
It's that evening when the other three call him to help them get Junsu out of the practice room- bodily, if need be- that Yunho's confidence falters. Junsu looks at him in the mirror, knees glued to the floor.
"Enough for today. Rest. Now," Yunho helps him up, and Junsu folds in his arms, exhausted, imperfect, beautiful-
The thought hits him harder than a stray elbow after stepping to the wrong side during dance practice and he grits his teeth, letting the man slump back down.
Junsu blinks at him, beads of sweat staining his skin like tears.
"All because of me?" Yunho asks, wonders if he has any right-
Junsu gets up on his own, scrubbing at his face with his forearm. Yunho chokes when he feels the man's body-heat curl around him, an unwanted caress-
"Hypocrite," Junsu smiles.
***
A week later Yunho still turns that word around in his head.