like scenes from a book
like scenes from a book
ot5, yunho/junsu, jaejoong/yoochun
G
The photoshoot pauses and the boys are left to their own devices for the next thirty minutes. Junsu watches Changmin's eager eyes scour the shelves filled with books of every genre, watches him trace the spine of a particularly old-looking book with a light finger. None of them can read French, but Changmin will try and one day succeed.
Junsu's gaze slides sideways, and he finds himself staring at Yoochun as he leans a weary head upon Jaejoong's shoulder. They sit in the window, and the sunlight shines on them, outlines their bodies with gold; Yoochun whispers something against the skin peeking from beneath Jaejoong's collar and Jaejoong smiles, outshines the sun.
There's a noise of discomfort from behind him and Junsu turns, smiles sadly as Yunho shifts, a neutral expression on his face but pain apparent in his eyes. Junsu abandons his spot against the bookshelf and sits next to Yunho, slips a hand down his back and rubs, gently. Yunho's hand finds Junu's free one and laces their fingers together, thanks him silently.
(Eventually, the other members will drift, until they are all sitting on a bench in a bookstore, sharing space, feelings, words. Yoochun will whisper nonsensical things in slurred French and English, Jaejoong will laugh without hiding, Changmin will nod through the book he's absorbed in and Yunho will smile, arch into Junsu's touch; Junsu will watch it all and imagine this will never end.)
ot5, yunho/junsu, jaejoong/yoochun
G
The photoshoot pauses and the boys are left to their own devices for the next thirty minutes. Junsu watches Changmin's eager eyes scour the shelves filled with books of every genre, watches him trace the spine of a particularly old-looking book with a light finger. None of them can read French, but Changmin will try and one day succeed.
Junsu's gaze slides sideways, and he finds himself staring at Yoochun as he leans a weary head upon Jaejoong's shoulder. They sit in the window, and the sunlight shines on them, outlines their bodies with gold; Yoochun whispers something against the skin peeking from beneath Jaejoong's collar and Jaejoong smiles, outshines the sun.
There's a noise of discomfort from behind him and Junsu turns, smiles sadly as Yunho shifts, a neutral expression on his face but pain apparent in his eyes. Junsu abandons his spot against the bookshelf and sits next to Yunho, slips a hand down his back and rubs, gently. Yunho's hand finds Junu's free one and laces their fingers together, thanks him silently.
(Eventually, the other members will drift, until they are all sitting on a bench in a bookstore, sharing space, feelings, words. Yoochun will whisper nonsensical things in slurred French and English, Jaejoong will laugh without hiding, Changmin will nod through the book he's absorbed in and Yunho will smile, arch into Junsu's touch; Junsu will watch it all and imagine this will never end.)