[ double drabble + ] letters in the wind
letters in the wind - dee - dbdbyeah
yunho / yoochun - fluff - pg - 214 words
a/n: this was my refresher fic. gah. i wrote this a long while ago but it really was what got me writing again. (before i stopped... again. o.o) for traumerei__x coz i owe her a collab. *clings*
He doesn't hear Yunho come in - too engrossed in whatever he's doing that he becomes oblivious (even to the smell of Yunho's perfume). His brows are furrowed, fingers occasionally pinching at the bridge of his nose. Sheet music are scattered at his feet and on his lap and on the table. Yunho finds it cute; watches him as he bites the cap of his pen - eyes closed, soft hums coming from his throat.
"Yoochun-ah..."
He looks up, finds something in the sound of Yunho's voice and starts writing, "You still awake?" He keeps his eyes on his music - doesn't see the adoring grin on Yunho's face, "I couldn't sleep."
"Hmm..."
Yunho stays by yhe door watching him. Minutes pass, another hour and Yunho brings him a cup of coffee. (He wouldn't have noticed if Yunho hadn't dropped the spoon.) After he takes one sip, "I'm going to bed," come soon, Yunho says and he smiles; eyes never leaving the pages as he picks up from where Yunho left off.
Yoochun finishes his song. It takes twenty minutes and he thanks Yunho in a tight embrace, humming a tune - lips against Yunho's ear, heart beating against Yunho's back - and letting Yunho fill in the words in a dream.
(He knows the song by heart.)
yunho / yoochun - fluff - pg - 214 words
a/n: this was my refresher fic. gah. i wrote this a long while ago but it really was what got me writing again. (before i stopped... again. o.o) for traumerei__x coz i owe her a collab. *clings*
He doesn't hear Yunho come in - too engrossed in whatever he's doing that he becomes oblivious (even to the smell of Yunho's perfume). His brows are furrowed, fingers occasionally pinching at the bridge of his nose. Sheet music are scattered at his feet and on his lap and on the table. Yunho finds it cute; watches him as he bites the cap of his pen - eyes closed, soft hums coming from his throat.
"Yoochun-ah..."
He looks up, finds something in the sound of Yunho's voice and starts writing, "You still awake?" He keeps his eyes on his music - doesn't see the adoring grin on Yunho's face, "I couldn't sleep."
"Hmm..."
Yunho stays by yhe door watching him. Minutes pass, another hour and Yunho brings him a cup of coffee. (He wouldn't have noticed if Yunho hadn't dropped the spoon.) After he takes one sip, "I'm going to bed," come soon, Yunho says and he smiles; eyes never leaving the pages as he picks up from where Yunho left off.
Yoochun finishes his song. It takes twenty minutes and he thanks Yunho in a tight embrace, humming a tune - lips against Yunho's ear, heart beating against Yunho's back - and letting Yunho fill in the words in a dream.
(He knows the song by heart.)