♔ M O M E N T U M
pg|alone|200 words|pairings; jaejoong/yoochun|warnings; dangerously fluffy
Everything flies beyond his expectations, Yoochun finds out just after he's fallen; head over heels, just as it usually goes.
MOMENTUM
Everything flies beyond his expectations, Yoochun finds out just after he's fallen; head over heels, just as it usually goes. He moves against the wind, keeping his momentum while circling an old lamp post, pivoting on his feet, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
Jaejoong sits on a nearby bench, forearms resting on his knees. He looks as content as he'd ever been; smiling lips curved around a cigarette.
The sun hides behind sheets of gray, but there's nothing that can ruin this feeling, -of flying without moving- nothing short of the world running out of coffee. Though, he's confident he can function in the mornings and late nights on just nicotine and love.
As if hearing his thoughts, Jaejoong stands, crossing the sidewalk in long strides, his cigarette resting between his fingers. He joins Yoochun in his slow spin, wrapping one arm around the post.
"Hey," he greets softly, showing a sweet smile that steals the remaining light from the sky, inhaling the winter air.
"Hey," Yoochun returns, leaning forward, his lips barely touching Jaejoongs, waiting. Jaejoong releases the breath, and Yoochun takes it in; breathing in and out. Then, Yoochun's confident he could live breathing just Jaejoong's air.
Everything flies beyond his expectations, Yoochun finds out just after he's fallen; head over heels, just as it usually goes.
MOMENTUM
Everything flies beyond his expectations, Yoochun finds out just after he's fallen; head over heels, just as it usually goes. He moves against the wind, keeping his momentum while circling an old lamp post, pivoting on his feet, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
Jaejoong sits on a nearby bench, forearms resting on his knees. He looks as content as he'd ever been; smiling lips curved around a cigarette.
The sun hides behind sheets of gray, but there's nothing that can ruin this feeling, -of flying without moving- nothing short of the world running out of coffee. Though, he's confident he can function in the mornings and late nights on just nicotine and love.
As if hearing his thoughts, Jaejoong stands, crossing the sidewalk in long strides, his cigarette resting between his fingers. He joins Yoochun in his slow spin, wrapping one arm around the post.
"Hey," he greets softly, showing a sweet smile that steals the remaining light from the sky, inhaling the winter air.
"Hey," Yoochun returns, leaning forward, his lips barely touching Jaejoongs, waiting. Jaejoong releases the breath, and Yoochun takes it in; breathing in and out. Then, Yoochun's confident he could live breathing just Jaejoong's air.