tongue-tied. (open challenge; drabble challenge 24: fashion)
title tongue-tied.
author sunfever.
word count 200.
concrit hit me.
pairing yoochun/jaejoong.
Yoochun holds up the tie and asks, turning away from the mirror, “Hyung, can you help me with this?”
Jaejoong comes in from the hallway, dress shirt half-buttoned, bobby pins in his hair (Yoochun doesn’t ask), and he takes Yoochun’s tie to start a half-Windsor knot. “Where would you be without me, Yoochun,” he says, jerking Yoochun forward.
“Lost and crying,” Yoochun says, cheerful. Jaejoong isn’t wearing any color contacts for the formal company event, and Yoochun likes it better this way; he gets to see Jaejoong’s eyes the way they are, looking him over, playful, staying longer on his throat. Yoochun knows what’s coming. Jaejoong wraps the end of Yoochun’s tie around his wrist, uses it to pull him in for a kiss. It’s a typical Jaejoong-kiss, hot and toe-curling and sweet and there's nothing typical about it. Jaejoong’s tongue slides over the roof of Yoochun’s mouth and Yoochun thinks about wearing ties forever.
After Jaejoong lets him go, Yoochun reaches up on autopilot to fix his tie. Jaejoong’s lips are red and parted. Yoochun changes his mind, tugs his tie loose again. “Hyung,” he says, aims for innocent and lands on smitten, “can you help me with this?”
author sunfever.
word count 200.
concrit hit me.
pairing yoochun/jaejoong.
Yoochun holds up the tie and asks, turning away from the mirror, “Hyung, can you help me with this?”
Jaejoong comes in from the hallway, dress shirt half-buttoned, bobby pins in his hair (Yoochun doesn’t ask), and he takes Yoochun’s tie to start a half-Windsor knot. “Where would you be without me, Yoochun,” he says, jerking Yoochun forward.
“Lost and crying,” Yoochun says, cheerful. Jaejoong isn’t wearing any color contacts for the formal company event, and Yoochun likes it better this way; he gets to see Jaejoong’s eyes the way they are, looking him over, playful, staying longer on his throat. Yoochun knows what’s coming. Jaejoong wraps the end of Yoochun’s tie around his wrist, uses it to pull him in for a kiss. It’s a typical Jaejoong-kiss, hot and toe-curling and sweet and there's nothing typical about it. Jaejoong’s tongue slides over the roof of Yoochun’s mouth and Yoochun thinks about wearing ties forever.
After Jaejoong lets him go, Yoochun reaches up on autopilot to fix his tie. Jaejoong’s lips are red and parted. Yoochun changes his mind, tugs his tie loose again. “Hyung,” he says, aims for innocent and lands on smitten, “can you help me with this?”