2.14.09 Ashes
Ashes
Jaejoong/Yoochun
PG-13, 168 w.
”Those cigarettes are going to kill you,” Jaejoong says as they smoke side by side on the balcony of their ritzy hotel.
“Those cigarettes are going to kill you,” Jaejoong says as they smoke side by side on the balcony of their ritzy hotel.
Well, aren’t you full of contradictions, Yoochun thinks, and wants to ask, wasn’t this your idea?
“You should quit,” Jaejoong continues, as if he hadn’t dragged Yoochun into it. “I hear it’s bad for your health.”
“In that case,” Yoochun replies off-handedly, lifting the cigarette to his lips. “Maybe you should quit too. Aren’t you an old man now?”
Jaejoong pauses, flicks his cigarette against their shared ashtray, and takes a long drag.
“I don’t appreciate that,” he finally says. “I am obviously at the prime of my youth.”
“Obviously.”
There is a long pause, then Jaejoong reaches over and grabs Yoochun’s arm. He lifts his arm and places an open-mouthed kiss on Yoochun’s thin wrist.
“I lied,” Jaejoong admits, lips pressed against his pulse. “I like your smoky breath.”
Yoochun reaches over and tugs Jaejoong toward his lips.
“Good. I wasn’t going to quit anyways.”
Jaejoong/Yoochun
PG-13, 168 w.
”Those cigarettes are going to kill you,” Jaejoong says as they smoke side by side on the balcony of their ritzy hotel.
“Those cigarettes are going to kill you,” Jaejoong says as they smoke side by side on the balcony of their ritzy hotel.
Well, aren’t you full of contradictions, Yoochun thinks, and wants to ask, wasn’t this your idea?
“You should quit,” Jaejoong continues, as if he hadn’t dragged Yoochun into it. “I hear it’s bad for your health.”
“In that case,” Yoochun replies off-handedly, lifting the cigarette to his lips. “Maybe you should quit too. Aren’t you an old man now?”
Jaejoong pauses, flicks his cigarette against their shared ashtray, and takes a long drag.
“I don’t appreciate that,” he finally says. “I am obviously at the prime of my youth.”
“Obviously.”
There is a long pause, then Jaejoong reaches over and grabs Yoochun’s arm. He lifts his arm and places an open-mouthed kiss on Yoochun’s thin wrist.
“I lied,” Jaejoong admits, lips pressed against his pulse. “I like your smoky breath.”
Yoochun reaches over and tugs Jaejoong toward his lips.
“Good. I wasn’t going to quit anyways.”