Disturbance [writing]
Title: Disturbance
Focus: JaeJoong, YunHo
Word Count: 127
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Notes: ...I think this is even more pointless than the fic before it. 8D
One hand on the remote, his other arm resting on the back of the couch, YunHo looked up from his seat in front of the television to peer towards the sound of pots banging violently around. With a curious frown, he stood up and dropped the device onto his vacated seat, making his way slowly into the kitchen. JaeJoong was "cooking," dicing the onions now so sharply it looked like he was in danger of cutting his fingers off.
Are you okay?
Fine. Just making dinner. Is spaghetti okay with you?
With a small shake of his head, YunHo walked the rest of the way over to carefully pray the knife from the other's fingers. Slowly, he turned JaeJoong around to face him, arms going tight around the older man.
We can order in tonight.
Focus: JaeJoong, YunHo
Word Count: 127
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Notes: ...I think this is even more pointless than the fic before it. 8D
One hand on the remote, his other arm resting on the back of the couch, YunHo looked up from his seat in front of the television to peer towards the sound of pots banging violently around. With a curious frown, he stood up and dropped the device onto his vacated seat, making his way slowly into the kitchen. JaeJoong was "cooking," dicing the onions now so sharply it looked like he was in danger of cutting his fingers off.
Are you okay?
Fine. Just making dinner. Is spaghetti okay with you?
With a small shake of his head, YunHo walked the rest of the way over to carefully pray the knife from the other's fingers. Slowly, he turned JaeJoong around to face him, arms going tight around the older man.
We can order in tonight.