i can't seem to stop crawling to your arms.
i can't seem to stop crawling to your arms.
kris/suho - pg - angst, fluff(??) - 757 words
canon!verse. it'll always just be us.
a/n: sort of sequel to please don't say you love me(????)
Joonmyun checks his watch again. 11:53. Their plane was supposed to arrive thirteen minutes ago. He opens his messages and it clearly says “I’ll see you at the airport 11:40 or so?”
Yifan’s usually punctual than this. Maybe it’s just turbulence or a delay from his take-off in Canada? Joonmyun doesn’t want to think of the worst in situations like this.
The shades on his face and his dark coat barely cover his identity. He feels the wondering eyes and the suppressed giggles and whispers from others. He tries to ignore it, but after nine years of an active idol life, it’s pretty hard to do that.
Instead, he plasters on a smile and turns towards the group of girls sneakily trying to take a picture of him. They giggle and look away, pretending not to see him. Joonmyun chuckles and shakes his head. Their fans, young or old, new or have been there since their debut; they don’t change.
Unlike EXO. And it hurts to think that before, there were more people in that airport. Before, there were crowds of screaming girls with gigantic cameras waiting for one or all of them to arrive from wherever SM decided to send them off to. Before, things were hard because they had no time for themselves.
Now, things are hard because they don’t have anyone else.
He occasionally receives texts from Sehun and Jongdae. Kyungsoo’s too busy with his restaurant chain to meet up with any of them. Baekhyun and Chanyeol are still living the idol life somehow, taking any hosting jobs or acting roles that are still being offered to them. Joonmyun can’t believe that after over nine years of being with these boys, they’ve grown so far apart.
His reverie is disturbed by Yifan’s flight number being called out on the PA system. He stands up and waits for him.
Yifan’s smile is the first thing he sees. The tall male casually walks up to him, backpack slung over one of his shoulders and his suitcase and phone on one hand.
“Hey,” Yifan whispers. His voice is a little rough and his eyes blink fast as if they’re trying to adjust to the light. He must’ve slept on the ride. He’s always looked cute right after waking up.
Joonmyun links his hands behind the older man’s neck and tiptoes to kiss him. They had boundaries once, boundaries that they were forbidden to cross because of a piece of paper and the public’s view on them.
But now EXO is gone and SM has no hold on them anymore and who really cares if there are two ex-idols kissing in an airport waiting room? They were deemed irrelevant when the group disbanded anyways, and the two ex-leaders have had enough of having to act like perfect examples all the time.
Yifan makes a surprised noise, but he uses his other hand to pull Joonmyun’s waist closer to him. They pull away and smile widely. There’s a sense of freedom in that kiss; the freedom to not hide everything they’ve felt for each other for years.
“Let me help you with that,” Joonmyun takes the backpack from his shoulders and motions towards the exit.
Welcome home, Yifan.
“Yifan, look at this.”
Joonmyun is up at night reading articles on his laptop. Yifan, fresh from the shower, sits behind Joonmyun with his legs at either side of Joonmyun and rests his chin on the shorter man’s shoulder. His bare chest hits the pale skin of Joonmyun’s back, making them shiver at the contrasting temperature.
“Articles already? I didn’t think they would care about us anymore,” Yifan comments at the “HOT NEWS!” at the very headline of the idol gossip site.
“Doesn’t matter anymore. We don’t really have to care, do we?” Joonmyun looks up at him past his shoulder.
Yifan shakes his head really fast and the water droplets in his hair fall on the screen of Joonmyun’s laptop. “Hey! You’re getting water all over my baby!”
The younger male frowns and wipes the water away, using the same hand to hit Yifan’s face. He grabs the tiny wrist with one large hand and uses the other one to remove the computer from his lap. He tugs Joonmyun down until he can pin him down against the bed.
He presses one, two, three, too many kisses against Joonmyun’s lips until the pale man underneath him is flustered and red. Yifan can’t resist the look in his eyes, and he kisses him softly this time.
It’ll always just be us.
a/n: I GENUINELY DID NOT EXPECT THIS
IT STARTED OUT WITH "krisho post-disbandment airport kiss"
AND THEN I WROTE "It'll always just be us"
AND THEN IT BECAME THE SEQUEL
kris/suho - pg - angst, fluff(??) - 757 words
canon!verse. it'll always just be us.
a/n: sort of sequel to please don't say you love me(????)
Joonmyun checks his watch again. 11:53. Their plane was supposed to arrive thirteen minutes ago. He opens his messages and it clearly says “I’ll see you at the airport 11:40 or so?”
Yifan’s usually punctual than this. Maybe it’s just turbulence or a delay from his take-off in Canada? Joonmyun doesn’t want to think of the worst in situations like this.
The shades on his face and his dark coat barely cover his identity. He feels the wondering eyes and the suppressed giggles and whispers from others. He tries to ignore it, but after nine years of an active idol life, it’s pretty hard to do that.
Instead, he plasters on a smile and turns towards the group of girls sneakily trying to take a picture of him. They giggle and look away, pretending not to see him. Joonmyun chuckles and shakes his head. Their fans, young or old, new or have been there since their debut; they don’t change.
Unlike EXO. And it hurts to think that before, there were more people in that airport. Before, there were crowds of screaming girls with gigantic cameras waiting for one or all of them to arrive from wherever SM decided to send them off to. Before, things were hard because they had no time for themselves.
Now, things are hard because they don’t have anyone else.
He occasionally receives texts from Sehun and Jongdae. Kyungsoo’s too busy with his restaurant chain to meet up with any of them. Baekhyun and Chanyeol are still living the idol life somehow, taking any hosting jobs or acting roles that are still being offered to them. Joonmyun can’t believe that after over nine years of being with these boys, they’ve grown so far apart.
His reverie is disturbed by Yifan’s flight number being called out on the PA system. He stands up and waits for him.
Yifan’s smile is the first thing he sees. The tall male casually walks up to him, backpack slung over one of his shoulders and his suitcase and phone on one hand.
“Hey,” Yifan whispers. His voice is a little rough and his eyes blink fast as if they’re trying to adjust to the light. He must’ve slept on the ride. He’s always looked cute right after waking up.
Joonmyun links his hands behind the older man’s neck and tiptoes to kiss him. They had boundaries once, boundaries that they were forbidden to cross because of a piece of paper and the public’s view on them.
But now EXO is gone and SM has no hold on them anymore and who really cares if there are two ex-idols kissing in an airport waiting room? They were deemed irrelevant when the group disbanded anyways, and the two ex-leaders have had enough of having to act like perfect examples all the time.
Yifan makes a surprised noise, but he uses his other hand to pull Joonmyun’s waist closer to him. They pull away and smile widely. There’s a sense of freedom in that kiss; the freedom to not hide everything they’ve felt for each other for years.
“Let me help you with that,” Joonmyun takes the backpack from his shoulders and motions towards the exit.
Welcome home, Yifan.
“Yifan, look at this.”
Joonmyun is up at night reading articles on his laptop. Yifan, fresh from the shower, sits behind Joonmyun with his legs at either side of Joonmyun and rests his chin on the shorter man’s shoulder. His bare chest hits the pale skin of Joonmyun’s back, making them shiver at the contrasting temperature.
“Articles already? I didn’t think they would care about us anymore,” Yifan comments at the “HOT NEWS!” at the very headline of the idol gossip site.
“Doesn’t matter anymore. We don’t really have to care, do we?” Joonmyun looks up at him past his shoulder.
Yifan shakes his head really fast and the water droplets in his hair fall on the screen of Joonmyun’s laptop. “Hey! You’re getting water all over my baby!”
The younger male frowns and wipes the water away, using the same hand to hit Yifan’s face. He grabs the tiny wrist with one large hand and uses the other one to remove the computer from his lap. He tugs Joonmyun down until he can pin him down against the bed.
He presses one, two, three, too many kisses against Joonmyun’s lips until the pale man underneath him is flustered and red. Yifan can’t resist the look in his eyes, and he kisses him softly this time.
It’ll always just be us.
a/n: I GENUINELY DID NOT EXPECT THIS
IT STARTED OUT WITH "krisho post-disbandment airport kiss"
AND THEN I WROTE "It'll always just be us"
AND THEN IT BECAME THE SEQUEL