an attempt at the romantic.
an attempt at the romantic
twojun (doojoon/junhyung), pg-13, goosebump-inducing unbeta'd
first post is dedicated to my favourite otp. 8)
What do blinking stars mean, what does the white moon
say when they reflect the light in your eyes tonight?
I think they're trying to say, fuck you yoon doojoon.
"What's this about?" Junhyung growls against Doojoon's tight arm around his neck. The elder hums quietly (joining the crickets in an evening harmony) and just pulls him along to the balcony- one beach chair and two glasses of red wine are waiting. The beach chair is a painful white to look at, all half-broken plastic. It must have been snatched from its rightful place in sunburnt sand near salty waves.
"How romantic," Junhyung yawns and turns to leave.
"Well, it's all about romance, love in the air, you know. The kind of stuff chicks dig."
"I'm not a chick."
Doojoon grins and his teeth are moon-painted. Junhyung attempts to glare to match the glare of his smile but ends up giving in and sliding onto the creaky beach chair next to Doojoon.
"The night is young, so let us clink wineglasses to the stars and let the moon be witness to our undying love." He sighs and passes Junhyung a glass of red wine (who takes it rather unwillingly but hey, it's alcohol).
Indeed the night is young for it is only 10 p.m, Junhyung thinks while he checks his phone for new messages. Doojoon glances over and scowls when he sees the glow of his iPhone; rough fingers pluck the device from Junhyung's hands and dump it on the balcony floor.
"Yah, give it back."
"No. Let's play pretend. Let's pretend we're strangers in a bar," Doojoon shifts away from Junhyung and puts on a serious look, taking a tiny sip of red wine and running his tongue across his bottom lip. "Mm, Chardonnay."
Junhyung raises an eyebrow and bites back a laugh.
"Chardonnay is white."
There is a moment of silence and Doojoon's eyes are knives.
"I speak bourbon, do you vodka?"
Before Junhyung can say, what the fuck are you talking about now, Doojoon presses the rim of his wine glass to thin lips and Junhyung sighs. Play along for now.
"... Coke, please."
doojoon's eyes are knives. cow knives.
i'd continue this but... my hands are shaking lmao
twojun (doojoon/junhyung), pg-13, goosebump-inducing unbeta'd
first post is dedicated to my favourite otp. 8)
What do blinking stars mean, what does the white moon
say when they reflect the light in your eyes tonight?
I think they're trying to say, fuck you yoon doojoon.
"What's this about?" Junhyung growls against Doojoon's tight arm around his neck. The elder hums quietly (joining the crickets in an evening harmony) and just pulls him along to the balcony- one beach chair and two glasses of red wine are waiting. The beach chair is a painful white to look at, all half-broken plastic. It must have been snatched from its rightful place in sunburnt sand near salty waves.
"How romantic," Junhyung yawns and turns to leave.
"Well, it's all about romance, love in the air, you know. The kind of stuff chicks dig."
"I'm not a chick."
Doojoon grins and his teeth are moon-painted. Junhyung attempts to glare to match the glare of his smile but ends up giving in and sliding onto the creaky beach chair next to Doojoon.
"The night is young, so let us clink wineglasses to the stars and let the moon be witness to our undying love." He sighs and passes Junhyung a glass of red wine (who takes it rather unwillingly but hey, it's alcohol).
Indeed the night is young for it is only 10 p.m, Junhyung thinks while he checks his phone for new messages. Doojoon glances over and scowls when he sees the glow of his iPhone; rough fingers pluck the device from Junhyung's hands and dump it on the balcony floor.
"Yah, give it back."
"No. Let's play pretend. Let's pretend we're strangers in a bar," Doojoon shifts away from Junhyung and puts on a serious look, taking a tiny sip of red wine and running his tongue across his bottom lip. "Mm, Chardonnay."
Junhyung raises an eyebrow and bites back a laugh.
"Chardonnay is white."
There is a moment of silence and Doojoon's eyes are knives.
"I speak bourbon, do you vodka?"
Before Junhyung can say, what the fuck are you talking about now, Doojoon presses the rim of his wine glass to thin lips and Junhyung sighs. Play along for now.
"... Coke, please."
doojoon's eyes are knives. cow knives.
i'd continue this but... my hands are shaking lmao