warm feet
warm feet
junhee/yoonjae, pg-13, fluff
for this prompt. i wrote this before reply 2008: start over but i think this can be considered as a sequel lol
Junhee’s stirring ramyeon at the stove, but he can’t stop stealing glances at the living room, where a rapt Yoonjae is sprawled over the sofa, spoon in his mouth as he watches Music Bank. Junhee still chuckles a bit at the way Yoonjae’s left eye is a little lazy when he’s concentrating, even though it’s been years and years and years of looking at that eye in all its degrees of closure (his favourite is when it’s about 30% closed when Yoonjae gives him a smug little half-smile before slipping his hand round Junhee’s neck).
“Oh,” Yoonjae says when Junhee brings the ramyeon to the table, “yum.”
“Careful, it’s hot,” Junhee says, but Yoonjae’s already slurping the noodles up.
“Your ramyeon tastes the best,” Yoonjae tells him, spraying a bit of soup in Junhee’s face because his mouth is full, and though Junhee’s heard him tell that to Shiwon’s mom and Taewoong before, he’s still smiling inside because Yoonjae is a big fat idiot and stingy with praise for people he doesn’t care about. Junhee smiles a bit, takes a bite of his own noodles, and agrees.
“It does, doesn’t it,” he says as casually as he can, looking steadfastly in front.
“You’ve been spending too much time with Sungjae,” Yoonjae tells him, “you need to stop.”
“Are you feeling lonely, then,” Junhee replies, trying to ignore his heart speeding up at his attempt at a flirty jab. Yoonjae’s told him again and again that he should really “stop feeling like you’re the only one in this”, because Yoonjae’s here to stay, but old habits die hard.
Yoonjae stares at him, eyes sarcastic and that lazy eye sharp, but then he snorts and pushes at Junhee’s head playfully.
“Yeah,” Yoonjae tells him, “that I am.”
Yoonjae smells like too much sweat because he’d been outside playing basketball with Junhee and had refused to take a shower before dinner in favour of catching Music Bank, but Junhee laughs anyway.
Later that night when both of them are clean-smelling and sleepy, Yoonjae rolls into bed and closes his eyes almost immediately, slurring a “good night” and taking up way more than half of the bed with his outstretched limbs. That’s okay, though, because he turns on his side soon enough to face Junhee - his favourite sleep position; Junhee would know - and that gives Junhee enough time to stare for a bit at Yoonjae’s face before he drifts off to sleep. It’s really become a ritual of sorts, that Junhee doesn’t manage to fall asleep anymore without watching Yoonjae’s sleeping face, the occasional twitch of his nose, the way Yoonjae’s left eye doesn’t close fully sometimes. Sometimes, even after all this while, Junhee’s still amazed at how he’s staring at Yoonjae’s face like this, in a most correct, non-creepy context, with Yoonjae’s feet tangled in his because Yoonjae likes Junhee, not because Yoonjae likes his feet warm. On most nights, this is what keeps Junhee awake to trace Yoonjae’s features with his eyes.
“You’re doing it again,” Yoonjae mumbles after a while, eyes still closed. Junhee bites back a smile.
“Okay, okay,” Junhee tells him, but keeps his eyes open because Yoonjae doesn’t really mind - he had brought it up amusedly the first time he noticed instead of complaining incredibly vocally like he does with most things he finds annoying.
Yoonjae opens his eyes, snorting when he meets Junhee’s eyes. “I knew you weren’t going to go to sleep just like that.”
“Fine,” Junhee tells him, and rolls over so his back faces Yoonjae now. “I’m going to sleep.”
Yoonjae doesn’t answer, just flings an arm around Yoonjae’s torso to drag himself closer so Junhee can feel so much of his warmth. “You do that,” Yoonjae tells him, and Junhee breaks into a smile that stays on till dawn.
junhee/yoonjae, pg-13, fluff
for this prompt. i wrote this before reply 2008: start over but i think this can be considered as a sequel lol
Junhee’s stirring ramyeon at the stove, but he can’t stop stealing glances at the living room, where a rapt Yoonjae is sprawled over the sofa, spoon in his mouth as he watches Music Bank. Junhee still chuckles a bit at the way Yoonjae’s left eye is a little lazy when he’s concentrating, even though it’s been years and years and years of looking at that eye in all its degrees of closure (his favourite is when it’s about 30% closed when Yoonjae gives him a smug little half-smile before slipping his hand round Junhee’s neck).
“Oh,” Yoonjae says when Junhee brings the ramyeon to the table, “yum.”
“Careful, it’s hot,” Junhee says, but Yoonjae’s already slurping the noodles up.
“Your ramyeon tastes the best,” Yoonjae tells him, spraying a bit of soup in Junhee’s face because his mouth is full, and though Junhee’s heard him tell that to Shiwon’s mom and Taewoong before, he’s still smiling inside because Yoonjae is a big fat idiot and stingy with praise for people he doesn’t care about. Junhee smiles a bit, takes a bite of his own noodles, and agrees.
“It does, doesn’t it,” he says as casually as he can, looking steadfastly in front.
“You’ve been spending too much time with Sungjae,” Yoonjae tells him, “you need to stop.”
“Are you feeling lonely, then,” Junhee replies, trying to ignore his heart speeding up at his attempt at a flirty jab. Yoonjae’s told him again and again that he should really “stop feeling like you’re the only one in this”, because Yoonjae’s here to stay, but old habits die hard.
Yoonjae stares at him, eyes sarcastic and that lazy eye sharp, but then he snorts and pushes at Junhee’s head playfully.
“Yeah,” Yoonjae tells him, “that I am.”
Yoonjae smells like too much sweat because he’d been outside playing basketball with Junhee and had refused to take a shower before dinner in favour of catching Music Bank, but Junhee laughs anyway.
Later that night when both of them are clean-smelling and sleepy, Yoonjae rolls into bed and closes his eyes almost immediately, slurring a “good night” and taking up way more than half of the bed with his outstretched limbs. That’s okay, though, because he turns on his side soon enough to face Junhee - his favourite sleep position; Junhee would know - and that gives Junhee enough time to stare for a bit at Yoonjae’s face before he drifts off to sleep. It’s really become a ritual of sorts, that Junhee doesn’t manage to fall asleep anymore without watching Yoonjae’s sleeping face, the occasional twitch of his nose, the way Yoonjae’s left eye doesn’t close fully sometimes. Sometimes, even after all this while, Junhee’s still amazed at how he’s staring at Yoonjae’s face like this, in a most correct, non-creepy context, with Yoonjae’s feet tangled in his because Yoonjae likes Junhee, not because Yoonjae likes his feet warm. On most nights, this is what keeps Junhee awake to trace Yoonjae’s features with his eyes.
“You’re doing it again,” Yoonjae mumbles after a while, eyes still closed. Junhee bites back a smile.
“Okay, okay,” Junhee tells him, but keeps his eyes open because Yoonjae doesn’t really mind - he had brought it up amusedly the first time he noticed instead of complaining incredibly vocally like he does with most things he finds annoying.
Yoonjae opens his eyes, snorting when he meets Junhee’s eyes. “I knew you weren’t going to go to sleep just like that.”
“Fine,” Junhee tells him, and rolls over so his back faces Yoonjae now. “I’m going to sleep.”
Yoonjae doesn’t answer, just flings an arm around Yoonjae’s torso to drag himself closer so Junhee can feel so much of his warmth. “You do that,” Yoonjae tells him, and Junhee breaks into a smile that stays on till dawn.