JunSeung drabbles for my dongsaeng
A fic made her all wibbly before bed, so she begged me to whip up something JunSeung-ish that would take away the sad. The first one came out more abstract than intended, so I tried again.
Title: A love Story
Author: MK Yujji
Summary: Every story has a beginning.
~*~*~
It started like this.
Two pairs of eyes met across a room.
It started like this.
A smile, a blush, an introduction.
It started like this.
Two people met. Two people fell in love.
Somewhere in the middle there was fighting and making up, hitting and kissing, screaming and soft whispers of forever.
It started like any other romance does, but that’s not the part that made it special.
It never ended.
~*~*~
fin
Title: Comfortable
Author: MK Yujji
Summary: It's the little moments...
~*~*~
A warm weight settled against his lap and Junhyung glanced down in amusement. “You do realize that I’m not a pillow, right?”
Hyunseung just smiled up at him and made a show of adjusting his head on Junhyung’s thigh.
“Right.” Junhyung rolled his eyes, but didn’t really protest. He’d long since gotten used to the slender man’s tendency to simply settle into his lap and make himself comfortable.
He supposed it was only fair, given how often he crawled into Hyunseung’s bed at night to steal a little warmth.
As he turned back to his magazine, Junhyung let one hand drift down to tangle in the soft hair, comfortable and content with the company.
~*~*~
fin
Title: A love Story
Author: MK Yujji
Summary: Every story has a beginning.
~*~*~
It started like this.
Two pairs of eyes met across a room.
It started like this.
A smile, a blush, an introduction.
It started like this.
Two people met. Two people fell in love.
Somewhere in the middle there was fighting and making up, hitting and kissing, screaming and soft whispers of forever.
It started like any other romance does, but that’s not the part that made it special.
It never ended.
~*~*~
fin
Title: Comfortable
Author: MK Yujji
Summary: It's the little moments...
~*~*~
A warm weight settled against his lap and Junhyung glanced down in amusement. “You do realize that I’m not a pillow, right?”
Hyunseung just smiled up at him and made a show of adjusting his head on Junhyung’s thigh.
“Right.” Junhyung rolled his eyes, but didn’t really protest. He’d long since gotten used to the slender man’s tendency to simply settle into his lap and make himself comfortable.
He supposed it was only fair, given how often he crawled into Hyunseung’s bed at night to steal a little warmth.
As he turned back to his magazine, Junhyung let one hand drift down to tangle in the soft hair, comfortable and content with the company.
~*~*~
fin