[drabble] 002
Into the night's trance
ChanYeol/BaekHyun, au, pg-13, romance, 385 words
They go dream hunting at night.
Inspiration: I want your horror, I want your design, 'cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine. (Bad Romance, Lady Gaga)
It doesn’t even take ChanYeol to blink twice before he finds himself pushed into the plush pillows of the couch, head pulled back at his nape and BaekHyun straddled on his lap.
“Let me do your make-up,” BaekHyun whispers against ChanYeol’s collarbones, voice coated in sweet bubblegum flavors.
BaekHyun draws his eyeliner in thick charcoal lines, dusts ChanYeol’s cheeks with fingers stealing little bits of logic, and bites his lips one shade darker than bloody red.
Clad in nothing but leather and silver, they breathe the night in, air and smoke and romance swirling on repeat into the city lights.
They dance on empty, lightless streets between alleys and graffiti filled walls, scrapping their way onto the cracked pavement of Seoul. ChanYeol stumbles a few times, long, awkward limbs wrapped around BaekHyun, who sings and laughs and falls with ChanYeol.
BaekHyun spots a lonely building and drags ChanYeol to the darkest corner where BaekHyun sticks his cherry bubblegum on the walls in long and scrawny words, we are the drean, and ChanYeol laughs because at the last line of a flimsy m, BaekHyun runs out of ink and frowns. ChanYeol runs the tips of his fingers along BaekHyun’s jaw and whispers, “I know”.
He sweeps BaekHyun off his feet and plasters him on the bubblegum wall, words grazing skin and hairs in their wake, “We are the dreamers, indeed.”
BaekHyun lets ChanYeol to hold him high on wings and fingers curled at the base of his spine, and he flies.
Ghosts of warm breath linger and curl high, high, higher just moments before dissolving in shadows and dim lights. BaekHyun lies on wet, freshly cut grass, watching the stars and the sky glowing in the dark and wishes for never ending adventures and horrors and love thrills in the quiet of the night. BaekHyun wishes, but there’s no star crying its way down on the sky, so he reaches for the brightest one, resting it on his palm and then, with long, slim fingers wrapping around it, BaekHyun steals a star for himself. His gaze falls on ChanYeol sleeping silently beside him, dark eyelashes casting shadows on high cheekbones and BaekHyun wishes yet again; he gently places the star between them, warm and glowing, and falls asleep with thoughts of distant sighs of love affairs.
a/n: I honestly don't know what up with the sudden word vomit, maybe it's stress building up >< Anyways, I must remind you that if you reach the bottom and realize what a waste of time it was, you are perfectly right. Uh. I love you...? ♥
ChanYeol/BaekHyun, au, pg-13, romance, 385 words
They go dream hunting at night.
Inspiration: I want your horror, I want your design, 'cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine. (Bad Romance, Lady Gaga)
It doesn’t even take ChanYeol to blink twice before he finds himself pushed into the plush pillows of the couch, head pulled back at his nape and BaekHyun straddled on his lap.
“Let me do your make-up,” BaekHyun whispers against ChanYeol’s collarbones, voice coated in sweet bubblegum flavors.
BaekHyun draws his eyeliner in thick charcoal lines, dusts ChanYeol’s cheeks with fingers stealing little bits of logic, and bites his lips one shade darker than bloody red.
Clad in nothing but leather and silver, they breathe the night in, air and smoke and romance swirling on repeat into the city lights.
They dance on empty, lightless streets between alleys and graffiti filled walls, scrapping their way onto the cracked pavement of Seoul. ChanYeol stumbles a few times, long, awkward limbs wrapped around BaekHyun, who sings and laughs and falls with ChanYeol.
BaekHyun spots a lonely building and drags ChanYeol to the darkest corner where BaekHyun sticks his cherry bubblegum on the walls in long and scrawny words, we are the drean, and ChanYeol laughs because at the last line of a flimsy m, BaekHyun runs out of ink and frowns. ChanYeol runs the tips of his fingers along BaekHyun’s jaw and whispers, “I know”.
He sweeps BaekHyun off his feet and plasters him on the bubblegum wall, words grazing skin and hairs in their wake, “We are the dreamers, indeed.”
BaekHyun lets ChanYeol to hold him high on wings and fingers curled at the base of his spine, and he flies.
Ghosts of warm breath linger and curl high, high, higher just moments before dissolving in shadows and dim lights. BaekHyun lies on wet, freshly cut grass, watching the stars and the sky glowing in the dark and wishes for never ending adventures and horrors and love thrills in the quiet of the night. BaekHyun wishes, but there’s no star crying its way down on the sky, so he reaches for the brightest one, resting it on his palm and then, with long, slim fingers wrapping around it, BaekHyun steals a star for himself. His gaze falls on ChanYeol sleeping silently beside him, dark eyelashes casting shadows on high cheekbones and BaekHyun wishes yet again; he gently places the star between them, warm and glowing, and falls asleep with thoughts of distant sighs of love affairs.
a/n: I honestly don't know what up with the sudden word vomit, maybe it's stress building up >< Anyways, I must remind you that if you reach the bottom and realize what a waste of time it was, you are perfectly right. Uh. I love you...? ♥