[1] moment drabbles
washing dishes, warmth
jaesu for itsplashes
junsu tips the rest of the dishes into the sink, where jaejoong has taken up cleaning duty after their quick meal. he turns to leave, but jaejoong grabs his hand and dunks it into the water. the warmth spreads through his fingertips, ‘wash,’ he says.
junsu responds mechanically, his hands reaching for the dish and the sponge simultaneously. he hums a bar of an old song without realizing it - this is his childhood, revisited, the dirty dishes in the kitchen with his mother and grumbling about how junho got drying duty, while he’s left to deal with the gross stuff caked onto their forks.
‘hey,’ jaejoong says. ‘how are you, junsu?’
he puts the water on again, turning up the heat. junsu’s fingers are starting to go pink in the tips. he smiles and says, simple and quick, ‘hyung, you suck at multitasking.’
and jaejoong looks at him, carefully, and says, ‘okay.’ a pause. ‘do you think we could get yoochun to dry the dishes?’
they laugh.
making coffee, regret
yunjae for pandapples33
'yunho?’ jaejoong’s in the doorway with his sweatpants on, his face still clean-shaven and smooth but the hallway dark and musty around him.
‘is this,’ yunho says, suddenly embarrassed, ‘a bad time?’
‘--no, no.’ jaejoong says. there’s a pause.
‘i’ll get us a pot of coffee.‘ jaejoong moves quickly, like he can’t stay standing in one place for too long. he’s wary on his feet, stumbling over to the stove - the whole kitchen looks like it hasn’t been used in weeks. it makes yunho uncomfortable; it’s too unfamiliar, too strange. jaejoong isn’t the type to let a place stay motionless, like it’s never been lived in.
‘how have you - how has your break been?’ he asks.
‘it was nice.’ jaejoong replies, his tone as carefully emotionless as yunho remembers from their phone conversation, ‘i saw less of korea than we see on tour.’
he turns back to the stove. ‘i missed you,’ yunho whispers.
‘ow-- shit,’ jaejoong exclaims, and pulls his hand away from the coffee pot. the skin is quickly going red on his palm, and yunho nearly topples over his chair getting up. ‘--jaejoong,’ he says, ’let me see.’
jaejoong glances at him and heads to the sink, turning on the tap. ‘jaejoong?’ yunho says, confused.
‘no use crying,’ jaejoong says, his voice distant as he runs his hand under the water, ‘over spilled milk, right?’
getting into an elevator, happiness
yoosu for scarletpeonies
in the elevator yoochun taps out a composition against his pant leg, his hands distracted as his eyes surreptitiously follow junsu’s mouth; junsu is grinning. they’re supposed to make a quick stop at the apartment and leave again, ‘no dallying’ in capitals written on the note.
yoochun sighs.
‘oops,’ junsu says, his finger over the top floor button. ‘wrong floor.’
‘hm,’ yoochun replies, standing up. he looks from junsu to the door and taps the side of his cheek in mock contemplation, ‘it’s going to take a bit of time to get there.’
junsu leans into his side, his face upturned and grinning, ‘we’ll have to kill time.’
yoochun opens his arms, ‘c’mere baby.’ junsu complies.
jaesu for itsplashes
junsu tips the rest of the dishes into the sink, where jaejoong has taken up cleaning duty after their quick meal. he turns to leave, but jaejoong grabs his hand and dunks it into the water. the warmth spreads through his fingertips, ‘wash,’ he says.
junsu responds mechanically, his hands reaching for the dish and the sponge simultaneously. he hums a bar of an old song without realizing it - this is his childhood, revisited, the dirty dishes in the kitchen with his mother and grumbling about how junho got drying duty, while he’s left to deal with the gross stuff caked onto their forks.
‘hey,’ jaejoong says. ‘how are you, junsu?’
he puts the water on again, turning up the heat. junsu’s fingers are starting to go pink in the tips. he smiles and says, simple and quick, ‘hyung, you suck at multitasking.’
and jaejoong looks at him, carefully, and says, ‘okay.’ a pause. ‘do you think we could get yoochun to dry the dishes?’
they laugh.
making coffee, regret
yunjae for pandapples33
'yunho?’ jaejoong’s in the doorway with his sweatpants on, his face still clean-shaven and smooth but the hallway dark and musty around him.
‘is this,’ yunho says, suddenly embarrassed, ‘a bad time?’
‘--no, no.’ jaejoong says. there’s a pause.
‘i’ll get us a pot of coffee.‘ jaejoong moves quickly, like he can’t stay standing in one place for too long. he’s wary on his feet, stumbling over to the stove - the whole kitchen looks like it hasn’t been used in weeks. it makes yunho uncomfortable; it’s too unfamiliar, too strange. jaejoong isn’t the type to let a place stay motionless, like it’s never been lived in.
‘how have you - how has your break been?’ he asks.
‘it was nice.’ jaejoong replies, his tone as carefully emotionless as yunho remembers from their phone conversation, ‘i saw less of korea than we see on tour.’
he turns back to the stove. ‘i missed you,’ yunho whispers.
‘ow-- shit,’ jaejoong exclaims, and pulls his hand away from the coffee pot. the skin is quickly going red on his palm, and yunho nearly topples over his chair getting up. ‘--jaejoong,’ he says, ’let me see.’
jaejoong glances at him and heads to the sink, turning on the tap. ‘jaejoong?’ yunho says, confused.
‘no use crying,’ jaejoong says, his voice distant as he runs his hand under the water, ‘over spilled milk, right?’
getting into an elevator, happiness
yoosu for scarletpeonies
in the elevator yoochun taps out a composition against his pant leg, his hands distracted as his eyes surreptitiously follow junsu’s mouth; junsu is grinning. they’re supposed to make a quick stop at the apartment and leave again, ‘no dallying’ in capitals written on the note.
yoochun sighs.
‘oops,’ junsu says, his finger over the top floor button. ‘wrong floor.’
‘hm,’ yoochun replies, standing up. he looks from junsu to the door and taps the side of his cheek in mock contemplation, ‘it’s going to take a bit of time to get there.’
junsu leans into his side, his face upturned and grinning, ‘we’ll have to kill time.’
yoochun opens his arms, ‘c’mere baby.’ junsu complies.