round 05, challenge two: entry #15
Title: Permafrost
Fandom and Pairing: TVXQ & Yoomin (Yoochun and Changmin)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: He can only dream now.
Warnings: Post-lawsuit, somewhat abstract.
A cold day, a snow-day, a day meant for tightly-bundled coats and scarves a mile thick. Yoochun finds himself in the warm safety of his apartment with blankets thrown over his lap, his back pressed against the seat cushions of his couch. He closes his eyes.
Changmin lingers at the steps of the apartment complex, kicking at the snow as Yoochun turns the corner and walks by. He catches Changmin's glance then, and is quickly caught by the way the scarf eats up Changmin's face, so that all he can make out is how the tip of Changmin's nose glows red, the unfledged gleam of black eyes under the hat pulled tightly over his head, the suggestion of a smile under all those layers. A well-placed tug, and all of it unravels. "You-" Yoochun begins, but his breath hitches and he falters, stops. And then his mouth freezes over, an unmoving weight.
When Yoochun wakes up, he rests his fingers over his lips. This, and he blinks, hand falling away, rapidly cascading layers dropping to the carpet as he stands up and meanders toward the open window. His eyes drop down eight stories, to the front steps. It's freezing.
Fandom and Pairing: TVXQ & Yoomin (Yoochun and Changmin)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: He can only dream now.
Warnings: Post-lawsuit, somewhat abstract.
A cold day, a snow-day, a day meant for tightly-bundled coats and scarves a mile thick. Yoochun finds himself in the warm safety of his apartment with blankets thrown over his lap, his back pressed against the seat cushions of his couch. He closes his eyes.
Changmin lingers at the steps of the apartment complex, kicking at the snow as Yoochun turns the corner and walks by. He catches Changmin's glance then, and is quickly caught by the way the scarf eats up Changmin's face, so that all he can make out is how the tip of Changmin's nose glows red, the unfledged gleam of black eyes under the hat pulled tightly over his head, the suggestion of a smile under all those layers. A well-placed tug, and all of it unravels. "You-" Yoochun begins, but his breath hitches and he falters, stops. And then his mouth freezes over, an unmoving weight.
When Yoochun wakes up, he rests his fingers over his lips. This, and he blinks, hand falling away, rapidly cascading layers dropping to the carpet as he stands up and meanders toward the open window. His eyes drop down eight stories, to the front steps. It's freezing.