Pulchritudinous
Pulchritudinous
Pairing: Dooseob
Rating: G
Genre: fluff, romance
Summary: Doojoon wants to sleep but Yoseob wants to educate. Who is Doojoon to deny his lover anything…no matter how stupid.
Pulchritudinous
“I learned a new word today!” Yoseob cackled, jumping on Doojoon’s bed. Doojoon felt his body wobble along with his mattress and grunted a sound of encouragement from his pillow. So much for that small nap he’d set his heart on. There was never a time that Doojoon wouldn’t give up his own wishes for the whims of his ridiculously happy lover.
Yoseob registered the grunt for what it was and proceeded to flop on top of Doojoon’s back. The older singer released a forced push of air from his lungs at the sudden weight smushing his body deeper into the sheets. Yoseob nuzzled his head into the crook of Doojoon’s neck and pressed a soft kiss behind his ear. Doojoon mumbled something unintelligible.
“What was that, Doojoonie?” Yoseob asked, wiggling around to situate his arms between his chest and Doojoon’s back, hands holding his upper body up.
“I said,” Doojoon said, lifting his head up from the pillow just high enough to free his mouth from the confines of the cotton pillow case, “how can you go from jumping on me violently to being so gentle in point two seconds?”
“Because I’m adorable,” Yoseob said bluntly.
“Ah, that’s right,” Doojoon said sarcastically before plopping his head back down against his pillow.
“Anyway,” Yoseob continued from on top of his warm and rather suffocated lover, “don’t you want to hear the cool word I learned?”
“Sure,” Doojoon said blandly, eyes already closed.
“Pulchritudinous,” Yoseob said proudly.
Doojoon’s brow wrinkled. “What the hell does that mean? Smelly feet?”
“No, dork face,” Yoseob scolded, bopping the back of Doojoon’s head with his forehead, “it means psychically beautiful.”
“That,” Doojoon said, “is the worst sounding word for beautiful I have ever heard in my life.”
“Well fine then, I just won’t say it about you,” Yoseob countered playfully, awkwardly moving a hand out from under him to tug at one of Doojoon’s sideburns.
“Thank you,” Doojoon shot back easily. “I won’t feel offended then.”
“Whatever,” Yoseob said before moving his other arm and folding down right over Doojoon’s body. Doojoon grunted from the weight.
“You’re fat,” he wheezed and Yoseob just dug himself into Doojoon’s back deeper. Giving up- because really, what else can you do against someone as adorable as Yoseob-Doojoon squirmed and slid the smaller man off his back and down next to him. Yoseob’s grinning face fell right in front of his and Doojoon’s heart once again asked him to please request that Yoseob stop doing funny things to it.
Doojoon slung an arm over the singer’s body and pulled him close, foreheads touching and legs tangled together. Tilting his head, he pressed a soft kiss against warm lips.
“Sleepy, Doojoonie?” Yoseob asked quietly, smiling fondly at his lover’s tired face.
“Mmm,” was Doojoon’s response, coming from the back of his throat.
“Okay,” Yoseob said, snuggling close and fitting his head right under Doojoon’s chin. “I’ll nap with you. But don’t be surprised when you wake up and your face is all gross from not washing it.”
“I’ll live,” Doojoon murmured. “Even if I won’t be…whatever that word was you said earlier.”
Yoseob chuckled. “I already forgot it.”
*****
A.N: PLEASE MAKE THIS THE OFFICIAL BREAKING OF MY WRITERS’ BLOCK PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE! Omg I missed you guys SO MUCH! I’m so sorry for being AWOL but now I hope to get all caught up on b2sty world here!! <333333333
Pairing: Dooseob
Rating: G
Genre: fluff, romance
Summary: Doojoon wants to sleep but Yoseob wants to educate. Who is Doojoon to deny his lover anything…no matter how stupid.
Pulchritudinous
“I learned a new word today!” Yoseob cackled, jumping on Doojoon’s bed. Doojoon felt his body wobble along with his mattress and grunted a sound of encouragement from his pillow. So much for that small nap he’d set his heart on. There was never a time that Doojoon wouldn’t give up his own wishes for the whims of his ridiculously happy lover.
Yoseob registered the grunt for what it was and proceeded to flop on top of Doojoon’s back. The older singer released a forced push of air from his lungs at the sudden weight smushing his body deeper into the sheets. Yoseob nuzzled his head into the crook of Doojoon’s neck and pressed a soft kiss behind his ear. Doojoon mumbled something unintelligible.
“What was that, Doojoonie?” Yoseob asked, wiggling around to situate his arms between his chest and Doojoon’s back, hands holding his upper body up.
“I said,” Doojoon said, lifting his head up from the pillow just high enough to free his mouth from the confines of the cotton pillow case, “how can you go from jumping on me violently to being so gentle in point two seconds?”
“Because I’m adorable,” Yoseob said bluntly.
“Ah, that’s right,” Doojoon said sarcastically before plopping his head back down against his pillow.
“Anyway,” Yoseob continued from on top of his warm and rather suffocated lover, “don’t you want to hear the cool word I learned?”
“Sure,” Doojoon said blandly, eyes already closed.
“Pulchritudinous,” Yoseob said proudly.
Doojoon’s brow wrinkled. “What the hell does that mean? Smelly feet?”
“No, dork face,” Yoseob scolded, bopping the back of Doojoon’s head with his forehead, “it means psychically beautiful.”
“That,” Doojoon said, “is the worst sounding word for beautiful I have ever heard in my life.”
“Well fine then, I just won’t say it about you,” Yoseob countered playfully, awkwardly moving a hand out from under him to tug at one of Doojoon’s sideburns.
“Thank you,” Doojoon shot back easily. “I won’t feel offended then.”
“Whatever,” Yoseob said before moving his other arm and folding down right over Doojoon’s body. Doojoon grunted from the weight.
“You’re fat,” he wheezed and Yoseob just dug himself into Doojoon’s back deeper. Giving up- because really, what else can you do against someone as adorable as Yoseob-Doojoon squirmed and slid the smaller man off his back and down next to him. Yoseob’s grinning face fell right in front of his and Doojoon’s heart once again asked him to please request that Yoseob stop doing funny things to it.
Doojoon slung an arm over the singer’s body and pulled him close, foreheads touching and legs tangled together. Tilting his head, he pressed a soft kiss against warm lips.
“Sleepy, Doojoonie?” Yoseob asked quietly, smiling fondly at his lover’s tired face.
“Mmm,” was Doojoon’s response, coming from the back of his throat.
“Okay,” Yoseob said, snuggling close and fitting his head right under Doojoon’s chin. “I’ll nap with you. But don’t be surprised when you wake up and your face is all gross from not washing it.”
“I’ll live,” Doojoon murmured. “Even if I won’t be…whatever that word was you said earlier.”
Yoseob chuckled. “I already forgot it.”
*****
A.N: PLEASE MAKE THIS THE OFFICIAL BREAKING OF MY WRITERS’ BLOCK PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE! Omg I missed you guys SO MUCH! I’m so sorry for being AWOL but now I hope to get all caught up on b2sty world here!! <333333333