Fallen Leaves
Title: Fallen Leaves
Pairing: MinChun
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Length: Drabble
Disclaimer: I own DBSK, when I close my eyes.
Summary: Changmin is a creep and Yoochun is a brat.
A/N: A super quick drabble made on my phone when I was stuck in traffic xD
12.05.11 #2 | This Girl - Laza Morgan
I watched him tap his feet, singing along to a melody in his head that I can't hear, as he sat on the bench. People passed by but he didn't care, he enjoyed himself like he always does. Slowly his hand moved like it was on a piano, tapping on his thigh. His eyes closed and his body swayed a little bit. I love seeing him drown in music. In no time, I bet he'd take out a piece of music sheet. I was right. He pulled out his music book from his bag and started writing.
His messy handwriting filled the blank paper. His head nodded along with the beat of his tapping feet. He suddenly stopped to looked around and I stepped back to hide behind the wall around the corner. He went back to the paper; I went back to watching him.
It was the beginning of another fall, and I love how his chubby cheeks blossomed pink from the chilly weather. I love how he was the only person walking around with a scarf while the others don't think it was cold enough for one. I love how he never seemed to care with the stares he got, even though his fragile heart silently breaks inside with every bitter comments he received.
He reread the melodies over and over, until he decided to leave it for now and put his book back to his bag. He looked around again and huffed, pouting adorably. He turned to the sky, eyes round with excitement as he watched the clouds. His head tilted to the side, and I knew he was guessing shapes.
It only took a few minutes for him to get bored of his own game and looked down. He bit his lower lips and looked down, his foot drawing invisible shapes on the ground. His curly black hair fell to his eyes, and he blew it a couple of times. When that strand of hair refused to go away, he shook his head and ruin his messy hair even more, combing it with fingers after. I chuckled, he's that adorable.
I decided he had waited long enough, so I walked to his direction.
"You're late. An hour late. Where were you?" he pouted when he saw me.
"I was there," I pointed to the wall I hid behind before, "Watching you."
He stuck his tongue out at me, "Creeper! I hate it when you make me wait!"
"But I love watching you, Chunnie," I grinned and leaned down to kiss him.
"Yah, Changmin hyung! Don't do that in public!" he pulled away from my hug. "Seriously, you're such a creep!" He took my hand and started walking.
I chuckled, "Uh, sorry?"
He turned to me, "What is there to be sorry about?"
"Cause I'm a creep?" I raised an eyebrow.
"If you're not a creep I won't fall for you, hyung," he said carelessly, eyes looking ahead of us to the bright future I could see myself.
I laughed, "And if you're not such a brat I won't fall for you either?"
"Geez, shut up! What do you want for dinner?"
"Something warm."
"You're getting old..."
"..."
"But I'll always love you," he grinned cheekily and hugged my arm.
I rolled my eyes, "I know."
"You can always say it back you know..."
I laughed again, "Later, in bed."
"Perverted high school teacher..." He huffed and ran ahead to our house. Our house, I smiled at the words.
"You need to grow up! You're a university student now, for God's sake!" I called after him. I didn't mean my words, I love him as childish as he is. I love him the way he is.
"Hurry old man!" he grinned from the door and ran inside.
I grinned and ran after him. The sight of brown leaves falling had never been better.
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Comments are loved <3
Pairing: MinChun
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Length: Drabble
Disclaimer: I own DBSK, when I close my eyes.
Summary: Changmin is a creep and Yoochun is a brat.
A/N: A super quick drabble made on my phone when I was stuck in traffic xD
12.05.11 #2 | This Girl - Laza Morgan
I watched him tap his feet, singing along to a melody in his head that I can't hear, as he sat on the bench. People passed by but he didn't care, he enjoyed himself like he always does. Slowly his hand moved like it was on a piano, tapping on his thigh. His eyes closed and his body swayed a little bit. I love seeing him drown in music. In no time, I bet he'd take out a piece of music sheet. I was right. He pulled out his music book from his bag and started writing.
His messy handwriting filled the blank paper. His head nodded along with the beat of his tapping feet. He suddenly stopped to looked around and I stepped back to hide behind the wall around the corner. He went back to the paper; I went back to watching him.
It was the beginning of another fall, and I love how his chubby cheeks blossomed pink from the chilly weather. I love how he was the only person walking around with a scarf while the others don't think it was cold enough for one. I love how he never seemed to care with the stares he got, even though his fragile heart silently breaks inside with every bitter comments he received.
He reread the melodies over and over, until he decided to leave it for now and put his book back to his bag. He looked around again and huffed, pouting adorably. He turned to the sky, eyes round with excitement as he watched the clouds. His head tilted to the side, and I knew he was guessing shapes.
It only took a few minutes for him to get bored of his own game and looked down. He bit his lower lips and looked down, his foot drawing invisible shapes on the ground. His curly black hair fell to his eyes, and he blew it a couple of times. When that strand of hair refused to go away, he shook his head and ruin his messy hair even more, combing it with fingers after. I chuckled, he's that adorable.
I decided he had waited long enough, so I walked to his direction.
"You're late. An hour late. Where were you?" he pouted when he saw me.
"I was there," I pointed to the wall I hid behind before, "Watching you."
He stuck his tongue out at me, "Creeper! I hate it when you make me wait!"
"But I love watching you, Chunnie," I grinned and leaned down to kiss him.
"Yah, Changmin hyung! Don't do that in public!" he pulled away from my hug. "Seriously, you're such a creep!" He took my hand and started walking.
I chuckled, "Uh, sorry?"
He turned to me, "What is there to be sorry about?"
"Cause I'm a creep?" I raised an eyebrow.
"If you're not a creep I won't fall for you, hyung," he said carelessly, eyes looking ahead of us to the bright future I could see myself.
I laughed, "And if you're not such a brat I won't fall for you either?"
"Geez, shut up! What do you want for dinner?"
"Something warm."
"You're getting old..."
"..."
"But I'll always love you," he grinned cheekily and hugged my arm.
I rolled my eyes, "I know."
"You can always say it back you know..."
I laughed again, "Later, in bed."
"Perverted high school teacher..." He huffed and ran ahead to our house. Our house, I smiled at the words.
"You need to grow up! You're a university student now, for God's sake!" I called after him. I didn't mean my words, I love him as childish as he is. I love him the way he is.
"Hurry old man!" he grinned from the door and ran inside.
I grinned and ran after him. The sight of brown leaves falling had never been better.
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