Waiting (drabble)
Title: Waiting (drabble)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Junho is waiting to spend that one night with his maknae... Who isn't around.
Word count: 1069
NOTE: I miss writing... All I came up with was a drabble ><
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Hours and hours had gone by since Junho had last seen Chansung. The maknae told him that he would be making a quick trip but he hadn't specified where. Junho paced the villa, soft whines leaving his throat as he began to wonder where the younger male had went. It was a special day. How could he leave him when they both had been looking forward to this moment. As he watched the clock tick on, Junho started to convince himself that he would end up alone that night. He hadn't planned much for them, just a movie and some time alone since the other members promised not to be home.
Darkness fell over the sky and Junho sat on the couch, hugging his knees to his chest. A tightness grew in his chest, pain starting in his heart. His eyes fell closed as he pressed his forehead against his knees.
It had all started with a shy kiss, Chansung's lips brushing against the older male's, their breathes quick from being on stage. They had exited and were playfully wiping each other down with towels and even in the dark, the maknae noticed Junho's flushed cheeks. The flutter in his own heart told him that it wasn't the excitement of the stage that had brought Junho to this state. He had noticed the quick glances and the moments that seemed like fan service weren't just to appease the sea of screaming girls.
The smile on Junho's face had faded into a wide eyed stare when the maknae stared into his eyes, the towel slipping from his grip. Shyly, his fingers traced the curves and valley of Chansung's abdomen while he looked up at the taller male. The maknae's face moved closer until he could feel his breath against his own, making the red tint on his cheeks darken.
Screams of the fans, clangs of the stage and the rushing of stage crew suddenly became mute to Junho's ears, the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. His palm pressed flat against Chansung's stomach when the tall boy leaned in and their lips met for the first time.
Junho's face still burned red at the though but it had only been thirty-one days since then and he had experienced a few more kisses since then. He knew though that first ones were always the most special. He remembered how soft Chansung's lips were, how gentle the press was. Waving his hand in front of his face, he fanned himself as the heat rose up inside him, venting through his cheeks. He was brought back to reality when his phone chimed next to his hips, causing his eyes to fall.
Nichkhun's name popped up with a short message, 'Can you bring my wallet to me? I'm just down the street at the cafe. Please and thank you~'
A heavy sigh left the small male's lips, his fingers hovering over the keys as he mentally debated leaving the apartment. Chansung hadn't messaged him for hours and the honest truth was that the older male was starting to get angry. Why should he bother to stay home and wait when the other male didn't even care to give him a heads up as to what was going on?
'Be there soon.'
Junho got up and grabbed his jacket before slipping his keys and his phone into his pocket, stepping out the door. The days had gotten chillier and he had thought it would be perfect time to cuddle up with the taller male, or maybe enjoy a hot chocolate. He shoved his hands into his pocket and turned down the street, knowing exactly where the cafe was located. The smell of fresh baked pastries and coffee filled his nose but before he could step any closer, a voice called out from behind him.
He turned to see flowers in front of his eyes, the bouquet shoved in his face. Junho carefully took the set of flowers in his hand and lowered them from his face to see a guilty looking Chansung hidden behind them. “I'm sorry, Junho. They took longer to find that I had thought... I'm so sorry.”
He had knew then that his hyung had text him to meet the maknae. “To find..?” Junho looked down at the bouquet and his eyes widened at the variety of colours despite the single type of flower. “They're beautiful..”
The words brought a smile to Chansung's face, “I'm glad you like them. I would've been home much sooner but.. I was running all over town. I can't apologize enough for not being home with you... On our first month anniversary...” his voice lowered the guiltier he felt.
“Oh, don't sweat it Channie.. I was just..” his sentence was cut off when Chansung held his fingers under his chin, lifting it to have their eyes meet.
“I'm sorry, Junho.”
A familiar blush covered Junho's cheeks as he nodded, “I accept your apology...”
The maknae's lips pulled into a smile and his hand pressed against Junho's back, not wanting to draw too much attention to them out in public. “What did you have planned for tonight? I'm interested.”
Junho played with the wrapping around the flowers, his shy action making the tall male smile, “Oh, just watching a movie and curling up on the couch, nothing exciting.”
“That sounds exciting. Let's go back home and get comfortable.”
After fondling the flowers and shifting the foiled wrapping, they finally made it home where Junho was able to put the bouquet into a vase and he set it in his room, thinking of his hyungs. The two maknaes settled onto the couch, deciding on one of their favourite movies and a bowl of warm popcorn sitting between them. Junho rested his head on the younger male's shoulder as the show began, a small smile on his face. Chansung popped a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth before he glanced down at the older male, getting his attention. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Junho's lips, the butter from their treat making their lips slip slightly.
A soft giggle left the older male's lips, “You taste like popcorn. I love it.”
“And I love you,” Chansung said with a grin, having it stretching wider when Junho blushed and hid his face.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Junho is waiting to spend that one night with his maknae... Who isn't around.
Word count: 1069
NOTE: I miss writing... All I came up with was a drabble ><
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Hours and hours had gone by since Junho had last seen Chansung. The maknae told him that he would be making a quick trip but he hadn't specified where. Junho paced the villa, soft whines leaving his throat as he began to wonder where the younger male had went. It was a special day. How could he leave him when they both had been looking forward to this moment. As he watched the clock tick on, Junho started to convince himself that he would end up alone that night. He hadn't planned much for them, just a movie and some time alone since the other members promised not to be home.
Darkness fell over the sky and Junho sat on the couch, hugging his knees to his chest. A tightness grew in his chest, pain starting in his heart. His eyes fell closed as he pressed his forehead against his knees.
It had all started with a shy kiss, Chansung's lips brushing against the older male's, their breathes quick from being on stage. They had exited and were playfully wiping each other down with towels and even in the dark, the maknae noticed Junho's flushed cheeks. The flutter in his own heart told him that it wasn't the excitement of the stage that had brought Junho to this state. He had noticed the quick glances and the moments that seemed like fan service weren't just to appease the sea of screaming girls.
The smile on Junho's face had faded into a wide eyed stare when the maknae stared into his eyes, the towel slipping from his grip. Shyly, his fingers traced the curves and valley of Chansung's abdomen while he looked up at the taller male. The maknae's face moved closer until he could feel his breath against his own, making the red tint on his cheeks darken.
Screams of the fans, clangs of the stage and the rushing of stage crew suddenly became mute to Junho's ears, the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. His palm pressed flat against Chansung's stomach when the tall boy leaned in and their lips met for the first time.
Junho's face still burned red at the though but it had only been thirty-one days since then and he had experienced a few more kisses since then. He knew though that first ones were always the most special. He remembered how soft Chansung's lips were, how gentle the press was. Waving his hand in front of his face, he fanned himself as the heat rose up inside him, venting through his cheeks. He was brought back to reality when his phone chimed next to his hips, causing his eyes to fall.
Nichkhun's name popped up with a short message, 'Can you bring my wallet to me? I'm just down the street at the cafe. Please and thank you~'
A heavy sigh left the small male's lips, his fingers hovering over the keys as he mentally debated leaving the apartment. Chansung hadn't messaged him for hours and the honest truth was that the older male was starting to get angry. Why should he bother to stay home and wait when the other male didn't even care to give him a heads up as to what was going on?
'Be there soon.'
Junho got up and grabbed his jacket before slipping his keys and his phone into his pocket, stepping out the door. The days had gotten chillier and he had thought it would be perfect time to cuddle up with the taller male, or maybe enjoy a hot chocolate. He shoved his hands into his pocket and turned down the street, knowing exactly where the cafe was located. The smell of fresh baked pastries and coffee filled his nose but before he could step any closer, a voice called out from behind him.
He turned to see flowers in front of his eyes, the bouquet shoved in his face. Junho carefully took the set of flowers in his hand and lowered them from his face to see a guilty looking Chansung hidden behind them. “I'm sorry, Junho. They took longer to find that I had thought... I'm so sorry.”
He had knew then that his hyung had text him to meet the maknae. “To find..?” Junho looked down at the bouquet and his eyes widened at the variety of colours despite the single type of flower. “They're beautiful..”
The words brought a smile to Chansung's face, “I'm glad you like them. I would've been home much sooner but.. I was running all over town. I can't apologize enough for not being home with you... On our first month anniversary...” his voice lowered the guiltier he felt.
“Oh, don't sweat it Channie.. I was just..” his sentence was cut off when Chansung held his fingers under his chin, lifting it to have their eyes meet.
“I'm sorry, Junho.”
A familiar blush covered Junho's cheeks as he nodded, “I accept your apology...”
The maknae's lips pulled into a smile and his hand pressed against Junho's back, not wanting to draw too much attention to them out in public. “What did you have planned for tonight? I'm interested.”
Junho played with the wrapping around the flowers, his shy action making the tall male smile, “Oh, just watching a movie and curling up on the couch, nothing exciting.”
“That sounds exciting. Let's go back home and get comfortable.”
After fondling the flowers and shifting the foiled wrapping, they finally made it home where Junho was able to put the bouquet into a vase and he set it in his room, thinking of his hyungs. The two maknaes settled onto the couch, deciding on one of their favourite movies and a bowl of warm popcorn sitting between them. Junho rested his head on the younger male's shoulder as the show began, a small smile on his face. Chansung popped a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth before he glanced down at the older male, getting his attention. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Junho's lips, the butter from their treat making their lips slip slightly.
A soft giggle left the older male's lips, “You taste like popcorn. I love it.”
“And I love you,” Chansung said with a grin, having it stretching wider when Junho blushed and hid his face.