Places- YooSu
Title: Places
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: YooSu
A/N: So the fluff seems to be unstoppable lately. :3 YooSu lurve in four parts.
Written entierly to Nell's album, The Trace.
I also may have stolen a few lines from a conversation with kayjayloves Hope you don't mind. xD
You know that he means every, simple word.
“If I were to tell you I love you, what would you say?” He asks you.
You just look at him, gaping slightly.
“I really don’t know. Depends on how you said it.” You recover from the initial shock and wink at him.
He stomps over to you in a few rather large steps, and takes your face in his hands. He looks deep into your eyes, and your soul withers at the touch, your heart beating extrafastohmygoodness. This was totally not how you were planning on spending your day. Not that you’re complaining though, your heart apparently is though.
He’s still gazing into your eyes, and suddenly he dips you back so that you’re at an angle, and are resting effortlessly in his arms.
Suddenly he leans in, and you think he’s going to kiss you, but he presses his nose to yours, and your eyes drop closed at the same time as his.
A faint, “I love you.” Reaches your ears.
You sigh in contentment and tip your chin forward to bring your lips together.
You know that he means every, simple word.
-
You’re walking down a crowded street with him. It’s a chilly day, and you’re both wrapped tightly against the cold. Your gloved hand is joined to one of his, and when your scarf blows into your face, he stops and re-wraps it for you, kissing your cold, red nose in the process. You’d decided to go out walking, just because it had seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Now you’ve labeled it as ‘window shopping.’ Not that you’re planning on buying anything, but he seems to be. He keeps dashing over to windows and peeking in them, asking you what you think of any number of items. Not much is catching your eye, but you’re enjoying his enthusiasm. Suddenly the sun breaks from the clouds and something shiny and silver catches your eye in an upcoming window. You head over to look at what it is, and find it to be a necklace with a musical note dangling off the silver chain. Your eyes light up, and then dim again as you see the small price tag wrapped around the chain. You turn to walk away, looking for him, but find that you don’t see him anywhere.
“Yoochun?” You call out. You spin around to look behind you, and that’s when you see that the necklace is gone already. You sigh and continue looking for your boyfriend, wherever he disappeared off to. You decide that he’s just gone off to look at something, and so you lean against the outside brick wall of the boutique and close your eyes against the cold and the re-appearing sun. A minute later you hear him say, “Junsu?” and you smile and open your eyes to see him back, standing in front of you.
“Where did you go?” You ask. He doesn’t answer, but just holds out a small rectangular black box to you. Your eyes widen at it, and as you take it you raise an eyebrow at the grin adorning his face.
“Open it.” He says, breathing excitement and anticipation into those two words.
You crack open the box and gasp when you find the shiny silver chain with the musical note on it. He takes it from you gently, tucks the box into your pocket, and clasps it around your neck, under your scarf. He smiles as you finger it lovingly, and grin as you fling your arms around his neck and kiss him. The kiss says the thank you that you know you don’t have to voice.
-
The lobby of the theatre is crowded with people. Families, couples and large groups filter in and out of the doors, letting in and out the cold air and the heating. You scowl as you see a happy couple kiss each other hello only a few feet away. Where is your date?
You look at your watch, the one he bought you for your birthday. The show is due to start in ten minutes, and he simply isn’t here. You pull out your phone and try calling him again, but the phone just cuts straight to voice mail. Hordes of rampant thoughts run through your mind. You talked to him about it this morning, so it’s not like he could have forgotten. Did he get into an accident? Was there traffic, did he get held up at work? Your mind spins as the clock in the lobby strikes seven and the doors to the theatre close. You wait until the intermission. Just sitting by yourself in the theatre staring at the glass doors, black with the shade of night. He never comes. As soon as people start filtering out into the lobby you stand and make your way out of the theatre.
It’s the first time you’ve ever been stood up.
When you get home, you find that he’s not there either. You slump against a wall as you lock the door and glance at your phone. He hasn’t called. There are no messages on your apartment phone either. You will yourself not to cry as you walk to the bathroom, shedding your clothes all over the floor as you go. You sit down in the bathtub and run the water as hot as you can get it without scalding yourself. You finally allow yourself to cry. You’re still crying an hour later, long after the water has gone cold and you’re shivering and wrinkly in the bottom of the tub. You know that there has to be some explanation for why he didn’t come, why he wasn’t answering your calls. You know that he didn’t stand you up on purpose; you love each other too much for that. More than anything though, you’re just worried that something has happened to him, and that’s why you’re still crying. You manage to stop your tears eventually when they’ve all run out, and you pull yourself out of the tub, wrapping your shivering body in the biggest, fluffiest towel you own. You put on some gigantic pajamas and lay down on your couch, checking your phones again. Still, nothing. You fall into a restless slumber.
You wake up sometime later, noticing the time first. It’s about two in the morning. Second you notice that it’s dark and you’re in your bed, comfortably wrapped in the blankets. The third thing you notice is that someone is next to you. There’s soft, familiar breathing and an arm flung around your waist. You flip over in a flash and jump on top of him, practically mauling him with kisses. He wakes up in a shock, exclaiming, “Su, what the hell?”
You’re crying again, and wonder why you didn’t notice him first.
-
It’s a Sunday evening, around mid-April. The weather has been getting warmer and the trees and flowers are blooming. Your favorite time of year. It had been one of those weekends where the two of you simply locked yourselves in your apartment, turned off your phones and did nothing but have sex. Needless to say, weekends like this were some of your favorites. You’d both finally showered; you were starting to get a little gross, and were dragging chairs out onto your balcony, overlooking a park. The sun is setting, and you’re sharing a bowl of chicken ramen and a bottle of red wine. Yoochun is recounting your first date, and you’re laughing heartily, trying not to choke on the noodles, as you correct him on nearly every account of it. You finish your rather slapdash dinner and he opens his arms wide, smiling contentedly as you scramble into his arms. It’s been a long week, and you’re happy to have spent so much time with him. You shiver as the dusk surrounds you and chills your skin. He wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck, placing soft kisses all over your skin. You sigh as you feel his arms retreat. He chuckles quietly to himself and you feel him digging for something in his pocket. A minute later his arms are back around you, and you sigh happily as he places his lips at your ear.
“I’m so in love with you.” He whispers, making you shiver with the longing and contentment in his tone. You smile as he kisses you again, and you reply,
“If anything, I think I’m more in love with you.” He laughs again and you feel him shake his head.
“I am not getting into the argument of who loves who more.” He takes your hand gently, and you feel something heavy and cool slip onto your finger. Your eyes widen as you look at the golden band adorning your ring finger, sparkling dimly in the ever fading light. You turn to face him as he says, “Be with me, forever?”
Your mind has gone completely to mush at that point, and the only thing you can manage is a faint nod and a quiet, googly eyed, “yes…”
He laughs, maybe happier then you’ve ever seem him, when you realize just how little a response you managed to put forth. You fling your arms around him as you come back to reality and laugh spastically as you repeat over again, yesyesyes!
He crushes you to him and you wonder if you can get any closer as there doesn’t seem to be any more space in between your bodies. You pull back and look at him, your own happiness being mirrored in his eyes as you breath breathless, ‘iloveyou’s out into the chilling air.
Sometime later when you’ve managed to wrap your head around that evening’s events, you pull him to you and just say, “Yoochun…?” He can already hear the question in your voice
“Because,” he says sweetly, sounding every bit like the man in love, “As long as you love me babe, the world can wait.”
It doesn’t take you long to decide that love doesn’t have a reason.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: YooSu
A/N: So the fluff seems to be unstoppable lately. :3 YooSu lurve in four parts.
Written entierly to Nell's album, The Trace.
I also may have stolen a few lines from a conversation with kayjayloves Hope you don't mind. xD
You know that he means every, simple word.
“If I were to tell you I love you, what would you say?” He asks you.
You just look at him, gaping slightly.
“I really don’t know. Depends on how you said it.” You recover from the initial shock and wink at him.
He stomps over to you in a few rather large steps, and takes your face in his hands. He looks deep into your eyes, and your soul withers at the touch, your heart beating extrafastohmygoodness. This was totally not how you were planning on spending your day. Not that you’re complaining though, your heart apparently is though.
He’s still gazing into your eyes, and suddenly he dips you back so that you’re at an angle, and are resting effortlessly in his arms.
Suddenly he leans in, and you think he’s going to kiss you, but he presses his nose to yours, and your eyes drop closed at the same time as his.
A faint, “I love you.” Reaches your ears.
You sigh in contentment and tip your chin forward to bring your lips together.
You know that he means every, simple word.
-
You’re walking down a crowded street with him. It’s a chilly day, and you’re both wrapped tightly against the cold. Your gloved hand is joined to one of his, and when your scarf blows into your face, he stops and re-wraps it for you, kissing your cold, red nose in the process. You’d decided to go out walking, just because it had seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Now you’ve labeled it as ‘window shopping.’ Not that you’re planning on buying anything, but he seems to be. He keeps dashing over to windows and peeking in them, asking you what you think of any number of items. Not much is catching your eye, but you’re enjoying his enthusiasm. Suddenly the sun breaks from the clouds and something shiny and silver catches your eye in an upcoming window. You head over to look at what it is, and find it to be a necklace with a musical note dangling off the silver chain. Your eyes light up, and then dim again as you see the small price tag wrapped around the chain. You turn to walk away, looking for him, but find that you don’t see him anywhere.
“Yoochun?” You call out. You spin around to look behind you, and that’s when you see that the necklace is gone already. You sigh and continue looking for your boyfriend, wherever he disappeared off to. You decide that he’s just gone off to look at something, and so you lean against the outside brick wall of the boutique and close your eyes against the cold and the re-appearing sun. A minute later you hear him say, “Junsu?” and you smile and open your eyes to see him back, standing in front of you.
“Where did you go?” You ask. He doesn’t answer, but just holds out a small rectangular black box to you. Your eyes widen at it, and as you take it you raise an eyebrow at the grin adorning his face.
“Open it.” He says, breathing excitement and anticipation into those two words.
You crack open the box and gasp when you find the shiny silver chain with the musical note on it. He takes it from you gently, tucks the box into your pocket, and clasps it around your neck, under your scarf. He smiles as you finger it lovingly, and grin as you fling your arms around his neck and kiss him. The kiss says the thank you that you know you don’t have to voice.
-
The lobby of the theatre is crowded with people. Families, couples and large groups filter in and out of the doors, letting in and out the cold air and the heating. You scowl as you see a happy couple kiss each other hello only a few feet away. Where is your date?
You look at your watch, the one he bought you for your birthday. The show is due to start in ten minutes, and he simply isn’t here. You pull out your phone and try calling him again, but the phone just cuts straight to voice mail. Hordes of rampant thoughts run through your mind. You talked to him about it this morning, so it’s not like he could have forgotten. Did he get into an accident? Was there traffic, did he get held up at work? Your mind spins as the clock in the lobby strikes seven and the doors to the theatre close. You wait until the intermission. Just sitting by yourself in the theatre staring at the glass doors, black with the shade of night. He never comes. As soon as people start filtering out into the lobby you stand and make your way out of the theatre.
It’s the first time you’ve ever been stood up.
When you get home, you find that he’s not there either. You slump against a wall as you lock the door and glance at your phone. He hasn’t called. There are no messages on your apartment phone either. You will yourself not to cry as you walk to the bathroom, shedding your clothes all over the floor as you go. You sit down in the bathtub and run the water as hot as you can get it without scalding yourself. You finally allow yourself to cry. You’re still crying an hour later, long after the water has gone cold and you’re shivering and wrinkly in the bottom of the tub. You know that there has to be some explanation for why he didn’t come, why he wasn’t answering your calls. You know that he didn’t stand you up on purpose; you love each other too much for that. More than anything though, you’re just worried that something has happened to him, and that’s why you’re still crying. You manage to stop your tears eventually when they’ve all run out, and you pull yourself out of the tub, wrapping your shivering body in the biggest, fluffiest towel you own. You put on some gigantic pajamas and lay down on your couch, checking your phones again. Still, nothing. You fall into a restless slumber.
You wake up sometime later, noticing the time first. It’s about two in the morning. Second you notice that it’s dark and you’re in your bed, comfortably wrapped in the blankets. The third thing you notice is that someone is next to you. There’s soft, familiar breathing and an arm flung around your waist. You flip over in a flash and jump on top of him, practically mauling him with kisses. He wakes up in a shock, exclaiming, “Su, what the hell?”
You’re crying again, and wonder why you didn’t notice him first.
-
It’s a Sunday evening, around mid-April. The weather has been getting warmer and the trees and flowers are blooming. Your favorite time of year. It had been one of those weekends where the two of you simply locked yourselves in your apartment, turned off your phones and did nothing but have sex. Needless to say, weekends like this were some of your favorites. You’d both finally showered; you were starting to get a little gross, and were dragging chairs out onto your balcony, overlooking a park. The sun is setting, and you’re sharing a bowl of chicken ramen and a bottle of red wine. Yoochun is recounting your first date, and you’re laughing heartily, trying not to choke on the noodles, as you correct him on nearly every account of it. You finish your rather slapdash dinner and he opens his arms wide, smiling contentedly as you scramble into his arms. It’s been a long week, and you’re happy to have spent so much time with him. You shiver as the dusk surrounds you and chills your skin. He wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck, placing soft kisses all over your skin. You sigh as you feel his arms retreat. He chuckles quietly to himself and you feel him digging for something in his pocket. A minute later his arms are back around you, and you sigh happily as he places his lips at your ear.
“I’m so in love with you.” He whispers, making you shiver with the longing and contentment in his tone. You smile as he kisses you again, and you reply,
“If anything, I think I’m more in love with you.” He laughs again and you feel him shake his head.
“I am not getting into the argument of who loves who more.” He takes your hand gently, and you feel something heavy and cool slip onto your finger. Your eyes widen as you look at the golden band adorning your ring finger, sparkling dimly in the ever fading light. You turn to face him as he says, “Be with me, forever?”
Your mind has gone completely to mush at that point, and the only thing you can manage is a faint nod and a quiet, googly eyed, “yes…”
He laughs, maybe happier then you’ve ever seem him, when you realize just how little a response you managed to put forth. You fling your arms around him as you come back to reality and laugh spastically as you repeat over again, yesyesyes!
He crushes you to him and you wonder if you can get any closer as there doesn’t seem to be any more space in between your bodies. You pull back and look at him, your own happiness being mirrored in his eyes as you breath breathless, ‘iloveyou’s out into the chilling air.
Sometime later when you’ve managed to wrap your head around that evening’s events, you pull him to you and just say, “Yoochun…?” He can already hear the question in your voice
“Because,” he says sweetly, sounding every bit like the man in love, “As long as you love me babe, the world can wait.”
It doesn’t take you long to decide that love doesn’t have a reason.