Warmth
Title: Warmth
Chapter: Drabble-ish
Pairing: Doojoon/Junhyung (this is a tad bit cuter than DooSeob's version)
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 647
Summary: When Junhyung's cold, he knows one person he can count on to keep him warm.
Warmth
doojoon/junhyung
Junhyung falls off his bed a mere three hours after he'd fallen asleep on it. The person behind this crime? Frosty the Snowman was after him in his nightmare. “Ow!” he exclaims rubbing his head likewise his bottom, from the sudden abuse he'd received from both his bed leg and the floor, but immediately shushes himself to keep from waking BEAST's sleeping beauties: Yoseob and Hyunseung- although not even an earthquake could wake those two up at a time like this.
Reaching around for his pair of Einstein glasses, he squints at the clock hanging on the opposite wall, it read- 3:26AM. Still wrapped up in his thin polka-dotted blanket, and now sprawled across the ridiculously cold hardwood floor, his two articles of clothing included an extremely loose purple singlet and a pair of capris, obviously they hadn't done much to keep him warm. Whilst laying there, completely dazed and utterly sleep-deprived, only three things were clear in his mind,
1: It's cold.2: Doojoon.
3: If he finds the 2nd thing, he could solve the 1st problem.
Unlike normal people, who'd get their ass back onto bed and try to get as much sleep as they can before their day starts again, he shuffles out of his room and wanders down the dark hallway, the moon shining through a window as his only source of light. He stops dead at a door with the sign, 'Coffee Daebak! Ahn Sung Ki Daebak!' plastered onto it.
He whispers with his eyes closed while his body comfortably leaning against the door, “Doojoon-ah, I'm coming in.”, because of course those whispers escaping the barely open lips of his, would go through the door and reach a sleeping man's ears.
He stumbles into the room, and as soon as he slips under the covers, an arm unconsciously claims his waist. His head neatly tucked in the crook of the leader's neck, he hears Doojoon mumble something along the lines of, 'what are you doing in my bed?' but was promptly followed by a snore,
“Doojoon-ah..” he whispers trying to get his boyfriend to regain consciousness, “Doojoon, I'm cold.” He could tell Doojoon heard him, despite the fact the older man was still lost somewhere in between dreamland and reality, because the grip on his waist tightened then loosened up almost instantaneously- almost too fast for him to notice, but he did. “Doojoon..Doojoon...Doojoon-ah..” he whispers against his boyfriend's neck, as if those two syllables had the power to keep him warm- let's face it, it does. Maybe not physically, but his heart is warmed, with just one word; one name; one person. “Doojoon...”
Somehow, amidst Junhyung's delicate calls of his name, he'd woken up, because for some odd reason he chooses what's going on now over his dream about winning Artist of the Year. The now awaken leader plants a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead then reassures the younger man with a soft smile,
“Don't worry, I'll keep you warm.” Of course he will, he's the only one that can keep Junhyung so tender, so gentle, so loving while with him. He's the only one that could melt Junhyung with an action as small as a smirk, or with words as large as i love you. He knows this, and Junhyung knows this- they know this. Aside from that, they trust it. They trust this love with everything they have, they trust their hearts can be warm, only by the other's, and frankly neither of them have a problem with that. Junhyung doesn't look up at the man staring at his head, he simply whispers, “I know.”
They fall alseep smiling. They fall asleep in eachother's arms. They fall asleep, and they've never felt so warm.
Whoever said love is when reality is better than your dreams, never dreamt with the one they loved.
Doojoon/Junhyung VS Doojoon/Yoseob.
Title: Warmth (It's the same fic as the JoonJun one, just with a different pairing, for those who choose DooSeob over JoonJun. )
Chapter: Drabble-ish
Pairing: Doojoon/Yoseob
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Summary: When Yoseob's cold, he knows one person he can count on to keep him warm.
Edit: The ending differs a tad from the JoonJun fic.
Warmth
doojoon/yoseob
Yoseob falls off his bed a mere three hours after he'd fallen asleep on it. The person behind this crime? Frosty the Snowman was after him in his nightmare. “Ow!” he exclaims rubbing his head likewise his bottom, from the sudden abuse he'd received from his bed leg and the floor, but immediately shushes himself to keep from waking BEAST's sleeping beauties: Junhyung and Hyunseung- although not even an earthquake could wake those two up at a time like this.
Squinting at the clock hanging on the opposite wall, it read- 3:26AM. Still wrapped up in his thin polka-dotted blanket, and now lying sprawled on the ridiculously cold hardwood floor, his two articles of clothing included an extremely loose purple singlet and a pair of capris, obviously they hadn't done much to keep him warm. Whilst laying there, completely dazed and utterly sleep-deprived, only three things were clear in his mind,
1: It's cold.
2: Doojoon.
3: If he finds the 2nd thing, he could solve the 1st problem.
Unlike normal people, who'd get their ass back onto bed and try to get as much sleep as they can before their day starts again, he shuffles out of his room and wanders down the dark hallway, the moon shining through a window as his only source of light. He stops dead at a door with the sign, 'Coffee Daebak! Ahn Sung Ki Daebak!' plastered onto it. He whispers with his eyes closed while his body was comfortably leaning against the door, “Doojoon-ah, I'm coming in.”, because of course those whispers escaping the barely open lips of his would go through the door and reach a sleeping man's ears.
He stumbles into the room, and as soon as he slips under the covers, an arm unconsciously claims his waist. His head neatly tucked in the crook of the leader's neck, he hears Doojoon mumble something along the lines of, 'what are you doing in my bed?' but was promptly followed by a snore,
“Doojoon-ah..” he whispers trying to get his boyfriend to regain consciousness, “Doojoon, I'm cold.” He could tell Doojoon heard him despite the fact the older man was still lost somewhere in between dreamland and reality, because the grip on his waist tightened up then instantly loosened- almost too fast for him to notice, but he did. “Doojoon..Doojoon...Doojoon-ah..” he whispers against his boyfriend's neck, as if those words could keep him warm- let's face it, it does. Maybe not physically, but his heart is warmed, with just one word; one name; one person. “Doojoon...” Somehow, amidst Yoseob's delicate calls of his name, he'd woken up, because for some odd reason he chooses what's going on now over his dream about winning Artist of the Year. The now awaken leader plants a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead then reassures the younger man with a soft smile,
“Don't worry, I'll keep you warm.” Yoseob doesn't look up at the man staring at his head, he simply whispers,
“I know.” And they fall alseep smiling in eachother's arms.