Tilted World
Title: Tilted World
Pairing: Yoosu (Junsu's POV)
Length: oneshot
Genre: uh... romance, kinda? fluff. im bad with genres
Rating: R for one part i guess, but mostly PGish i think
Summary: a couple precious moments
Disclaimer: i don't own them O_o
(what is this? i really dont know. i was reading a couple fics earlier today that were really awesome, and it inspired this not so awesome oneshot-like thingy. maybe youll enjoy it anyway?)
You tilt your head sideways, slowly, until your bangs are hanging down across your chocolate brown eyes and you have to look through the soft brown strands to see. You tilt your head sideways, but the world is only a little bit interesting from this point of view until he catches you staring at him from the corner of his eye and tilts his head too, making a mimic of himself, and grinning at you foolishly in your tilted little world. You know it’s a grin of amusement because you must have this embarrassingly thoughtful look on your face, the one you always get when you’re too caught up in memorizing everything about him: the way he sits, leaned back casually in his chair as if everything were right with the world, the way he laughs, arms crossed lazily over his chest, lightly and in a way that’s much too high to fit with the low rumble that is his voice, the way he can always feel you looking at him, as if he had a sense for such a thing, an instinct constantly urging him to look up and meet your gaze. He grins at you, and the room brightens. And you grin back.
--
You’re standing close in the crowded room, talking comfortably with lights shining in both your eyes from the excitement of yet another successful performance. It’s not until someone expresses a request to move past you and he takes a step forward that the shock of the closeness hits you. For only the briefest of moments his hips tap lightly against yours, a sturdy hand braced behind you as he leans in to make room for who-ever it is behind him, effectively trapping you between the hard wall behind you and his not so hard body. Well, mostly not so hard. Your eyes widen a little unconsciously, your breath hitching in surprise, and you have to thank god that the room is too loud for him to have heard, even though you’re sure your warm breath on his cheek has already given you away. An intensity of feeling rushes through you and a foreign tingling sensation rises up through your body leaving goose bumps all over your skin even as all your blood shoots southward in a wave. He pushes back away from the wall, giving you back your space and still wearing the same smile and you have to wonder if it was just your imagination that he pressed forward a little before pulling away. You let out your breath and smile back, warm and only slightly nervous as you both ignore the soft blushes rising on each others cheeks. There are still lights shining in his eyes.
--
There’s a fire burning in your chest and you know he can see the flames flickering behind your eyes as he pushes himself against you, into you. The anger from earlier boils beneath your skin, making you sweat, and you wonder if he can feel how hot you are inside, if he knows how hot he is as he fills you. Tears of frustration sting in your eyes and you wrap your arms tightly around him, pulling your body up against his and burying your face in his shoulder as sticky warmth runs between you and slides a little down your sides. A sense of relief takes over you as the anger dissipates and exhaustion replaces it, but you are still crying, tears that no longer have meaning running down your flushed cheeks. He is confused and concerned but hides it behind adoring eyes as he presses soft kisses to your eyelids and temple and murmurs soothing words against your skin as it cools. You focus on your breathing until your chest is rising and falling in sync with his and wonder why you were ever so angry to begin with.
--
You wake up early, so warm and comfortable in his arms that you almost can’t force yourself to get up. As you ease yourself out of his light embrace he mumbles incoherently and shifts his body, pulling up his knees and curling up slightly, his short, dark bangs falling into his face. You’re hit with a tangle of emotions as you witness this priceless moment, the most prominent being awe at how vulnerable and innocent and beautiful he is when he sleeps. You shower then, because as harmless as walking around covered in the mess you both made last night seems, it really is kind of disgusting. An hour later finds you out on the small apartment balcony, enjoying the soft warmth of the sunlight at six o’clock as you lean against the wooden railing and watch the world wake up around you, a steaming cup of coffee wrapped in your hands. Your hair is already soft and dry by the time he wakes up. You are so lost in thought that you miss the gentle rattle of the glass door as it slides open and then shut, followed by the light thud of footsteps. It’s not until two strong arms are wrapping themselves around you and his body is pressing comfortably against yours that you realize he’s joined you.
“Mmmm.” He breathes quietly, sighing gently and letting his head rest on your shoulder. “Morning Su.” You smile and decide that his voice is even deeper and more unconsciously seductive when heavy with sleep. You tilt your head sideways and twist your body in his arms, answering his mumbled words with a kiss that’s full of unspoken ‘I love yous’. He rests his forehead against yours, a content smile on his face, and you both taste laughter as you dissolve into giggles before he kisses you again, teasing and playful and more awake now that the fresh air is getting to him. And this time the world tilts for you.
-end-
(not too horrible hopefully? again not really sure where this came from. please point out errors if you find them. comments are love!)
Pairing: Yoosu (Junsu's POV)
Length: oneshot
Genre: uh... romance, kinda? fluff. im bad with genres
Rating: R for one part i guess, but mostly PGish i think
Summary: a couple precious moments
Disclaimer: i don't own them O_o
(what is this? i really dont know. i was reading a couple fics earlier today that were really awesome, and it inspired this not so awesome oneshot-like thingy. maybe youll enjoy it anyway?)
You tilt your head sideways, slowly, until your bangs are hanging down across your chocolate brown eyes and you have to look through the soft brown strands to see. You tilt your head sideways, but the world is only a little bit interesting from this point of view until he catches you staring at him from the corner of his eye and tilts his head too, making a mimic of himself, and grinning at you foolishly in your tilted little world. You know it’s a grin of amusement because you must have this embarrassingly thoughtful look on your face, the one you always get when you’re too caught up in memorizing everything about him: the way he sits, leaned back casually in his chair as if everything were right with the world, the way he laughs, arms crossed lazily over his chest, lightly and in a way that’s much too high to fit with the low rumble that is his voice, the way he can always feel you looking at him, as if he had a sense for such a thing, an instinct constantly urging him to look up and meet your gaze. He grins at you, and the room brightens. And you grin back.
--
You’re standing close in the crowded room, talking comfortably with lights shining in both your eyes from the excitement of yet another successful performance. It’s not until someone expresses a request to move past you and he takes a step forward that the shock of the closeness hits you. For only the briefest of moments his hips tap lightly against yours, a sturdy hand braced behind you as he leans in to make room for who-ever it is behind him, effectively trapping you between the hard wall behind you and his not so hard body. Well, mostly not so hard. Your eyes widen a little unconsciously, your breath hitching in surprise, and you have to thank god that the room is too loud for him to have heard, even though you’re sure your warm breath on his cheek has already given you away. An intensity of feeling rushes through you and a foreign tingling sensation rises up through your body leaving goose bumps all over your skin even as all your blood shoots southward in a wave. He pushes back away from the wall, giving you back your space and still wearing the same smile and you have to wonder if it was just your imagination that he pressed forward a little before pulling away. You let out your breath and smile back, warm and only slightly nervous as you both ignore the soft blushes rising on each others cheeks. There are still lights shining in his eyes.
--
There’s a fire burning in your chest and you know he can see the flames flickering behind your eyes as he pushes himself against you, into you. The anger from earlier boils beneath your skin, making you sweat, and you wonder if he can feel how hot you are inside, if he knows how hot he is as he fills you. Tears of frustration sting in your eyes and you wrap your arms tightly around him, pulling your body up against his and burying your face in his shoulder as sticky warmth runs between you and slides a little down your sides. A sense of relief takes over you as the anger dissipates and exhaustion replaces it, but you are still crying, tears that no longer have meaning running down your flushed cheeks. He is confused and concerned but hides it behind adoring eyes as he presses soft kisses to your eyelids and temple and murmurs soothing words against your skin as it cools. You focus on your breathing until your chest is rising and falling in sync with his and wonder why you were ever so angry to begin with.
--
You wake up early, so warm and comfortable in his arms that you almost can’t force yourself to get up. As you ease yourself out of his light embrace he mumbles incoherently and shifts his body, pulling up his knees and curling up slightly, his short, dark bangs falling into his face. You’re hit with a tangle of emotions as you witness this priceless moment, the most prominent being awe at how vulnerable and innocent and beautiful he is when he sleeps. You shower then, because as harmless as walking around covered in the mess you both made last night seems, it really is kind of disgusting. An hour later finds you out on the small apartment balcony, enjoying the soft warmth of the sunlight at six o’clock as you lean against the wooden railing and watch the world wake up around you, a steaming cup of coffee wrapped in your hands. Your hair is already soft and dry by the time he wakes up. You are so lost in thought that you miss the gentle rattle of the glass door as it slides open and then shut, followed by the light thud of footsteps. It’s not until two strong arms are wrapping themselves around you and his body is pressing comfortably against yours that you realize he’s joined you.
“Mmmm.” He breathes quietly, sighing gently and letting his head rest on your shoulder. “Morning Su.” You smile and decide that his voice is even deeper and more unconsciously seductive when heavy with sleep. You tilt your head sideways and twist your body in his arms, answering his mumbled words with a kiss that’s full of unspoken ‘I love yous’. He rests his forehead against yours, a content smile on his face, and you both taste laughter as you dissolve into giggles before he kisses you again, teasing and playful and more awake now that the fresh air is getting to him. And this time the world tilts for you.
-end-
(not too horrible hopefully? again not really sure where this came from. please point out errors if you find them. comments are love!)