JoonNew drabbles
getting in the JoonNew swing of muse to write a JoonNew fic soon \o/
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Jinki stayed silent, gazing at him, nodding at irregular intervals. He had a vague idea that Joon was talking about how maybe they might be getting a show to themselves again (Jinki envied Mir, envied Cheondoong, envied all Joon's group mates, because Joon referred to them always as together, and Jinki wanted Joon, wanted to be together), and that it was good news, since Sesame Player had been quite some time ago.
"A year, almost," Jinki put in, and Joon nodded, hair getting in his right eye. Jinki reached out and tucked them away. Joon smiled. It was adorable, and bright, and happy, and perfect, all the things Jinki wasn't, all the things Jinki didn't deserve. But he wanted them, wanted Joon, so so bad.
So he kept staring and nodding, smiling as Joon stepped off the escalator. "Are you coming?" Joon asked him, perplexed. Jinki just blinked and stayed where he was, thinking, imagining, not quite conscious of his surroundings except for Joon.
"Jinki!" he sighed, and dragged him across to the baggage. Jinki just rested his chin on the other's shoulder, chuckling slightly at how tight Joon held his hand.
Joon held up his phone. 3.07 a.m. it read. After a glance at the fridge told him there was nothing worth eating, he flicked his finger over the screen, searching through contacts.
His usual late night texting partner was Jonghyun, but recently he'd changed a friend's name from Onew to Jinki, and the number sat there now, right above Jonghyun.
He bit his lip before pressing on the first one.
Hey ㅋㅋ
Three seconds later the screen lit up again. And he thought Jonghyun was a fast texter.
Wow, good morning! ^▽^
Joon grinned.
- soft, G, 196 words.
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Jinki stayed silent, gazing at him, nodding at irregular intervals. He had a vague idea that Joon was talking about how maybe they might be getting a show to themselves again (Jinki envied Mir, envied Cheondoong, envied all Joon's group mates, because Joon referred to them always as together, and Jinki wanted Joon, wanted to be together), and that it was good news, since Sesame Player had been quite some time ago.
"A year, almost," Jinki put in, and Joon nodded, hair getting in his right eye. Jinki reached out and tucked them away. Joon smiled. It was adorable, and bright, and happy, and perfect, all the things Jinki wasn't, all the things Jinki didn't deserve. But he wanted them, wanted Joon, so so bad.
So he kept staring and nodding, smiling as Joon stepped off the escalator. "Are you coming?" Joon asked him, perplexed. Jinki just blinked and stayed where he was, thinking, imagining, not quite conscious of his surroundings except for Joon.
"Jinki!" he sighed, and dragged him across to the baggage. Jinki just rested his chin on the other's shoulder, chuckling slightly at how tight Joon held his hand.
- type, G, 96 words
Joon held up his phone. 3.07 a.m. it read. After a glance at the fridge told him there was nothing worth eating, he flicked his finger over the screen, searching through contacts.
His usual late night texting partner was Jonghyun, but recently he'd changed a friend's name from Onew to Jinki, and the number sat there now, right above Jonghyun.
He bit his lip before pressing on the first one.
Hey ㅋㅋ
Three seconds later the screen lit up again. And he thought Jonghyun was a fast texter.
Wow, good morning! ^▽^
Joon grinned.