When Days Are Too Short. Part 4
Title: When Days Are Too Short. Part 4
Pairing: Sho/Jun
Rating: PG with implied adult situation.
Summary: Three drabbles, for their upcoming busy busy days.
Notes: I don't even know what this is okay. Totally random and basically point-less. Under 300 words. No cross-posting. Hope the next ones are better. *sigh*
(6)
What exactly did you expect anyway? he mused. He loaded the rest of the stack to the machine, poured more detergent, and hit the start button. The machine started to spin, buzzing sound echoed on the small room; and in the far nook of the small dim-lit room, he slid down to sit on the floor, staring at nothing, and let his thoughts wandered. It was almost the same as sitting in the quiet living room, almost better though. He wondered if he should've just stopped trying eventually.
(7)
"We do have comfy sofa on that side of the apartment," Sho pointed out. He went through the fridge and took one can of beer.
"That I know," Jun kept his focus on his book, while he sat on the floor, leaning on the oven, in the corner of their spotless kitchen.
"I'll just be over there," Sho cracked the beer, took one sip and went back to the warm living room. Jun didn't even look up when he murmured a soft okay.
(8)
"You shouldn't be here".
"You shouldn't complain," Sho replied in low voice just beside Jun's ear. His hands roamed freely, his mouth trailed the jawline, his lips whispered promises.
"We can't," Jun stopped mid sentence, trying his best to put an end of whatever all this might lead to.
"We can't, huh?"
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Pairing: Sho/Jun
Rating: PG with implied adult situation.
Summary: Three drabbles, for their upcoming busy busy days.
Notes: I don't even know what this is okay. Totally random and basically point-less. Under 300 words. No cross-posting. Hope the next ones are better. *sigh*
(6)
What exactly did you expect anyway? he mused. He loaded the rest of the stack to the machine, poured more detergent, and hit the start button. The machine started to spin, buzzing sound echoed on the small room; and in the far nook of the small dim-lit room, he slid down to sit on the floor, staring at nothing, and let his thoughts wandered. It was almost the same as sitting in the quiet living room, almost better though. He wondered if he should've just stopped trying eventually.
(7)
"We do have comfy sofa on that side of the apartment," Sho pointed out. He went through the fridge and took one can of beer.
"That I know," Jun kept his focus on his book, while he sat on the floor, leaning on the oven, in the corner of their spotless kitchen.
"I'll just be over there," Sho cracked the beer, took one sip and went back to the warm living room. Jun didn't even look up when he murmured a soft okay.
(8)
"You shouldn't be here".
"You shouldn't complain," Sho replied in low voice just beside Jun's ear. His hands roamed freely, his mouth trailed the jawline, his lips whispered promises.
"We can't," Jun stopped mid sentence, trying his best to put an end of whatever all this might lead to.
"We can't, huh?"
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