[ ficlet ] addiction drabbles - 5 of ???
addiction drabbles: learning to breathe - dee -
dbdbyeah
jaejoong / yoochun - angst, romance - pg13 to nc17 [will be notified if it reaches that high] - 397 words, 5 of ???
for: -
sisowath
other chapters
original post: 01.01.08
Yoochun stared.
He was there, a stranger, sprawled lazily on Yoochun’s leather couch. Yoochun looked at him with wondering eyes, unknowingly examining him from head to toe.
His head was resting awkwardly on a random pillow (one that managed to survive Yoochun's struggle to settle this weary body properly.) His head was turned away from where Yoochun was sitting on the coffee table, but the light coming from the dimmed lamp managed to reveal the sharp yet gentle curves of his chiseled features. He was pale. Yoochun took note of that early on. But now he can make out a hint of flushed cheeks, caused by the apartment's adjusted temperature. His chest heaved slowly this time around, too - no longer tortured by rapid and shallow breaths.
He's finally relaxed. Yoochun thought.
He was wearing a tattered, black wifebeater, loose on all the wrong places from being worn for too long. His bare arms were covered only by a rusty, brown, leather jacket, which was most likely pulled from the same trash bin where Yoochun found him. It did well to cover his back, but not to provide enough comfort - judging from the now lanky texture plus the tears and leather chips hanging here and there. His slender hips were covered snugly by a pair of dark denims that were torn, not for style, and have obviously been dragged on too many god-forsaken surfaces.
Yoochun continued to wonder, for the Nth time that night. He was looking at this man, and he could see traces of a boy who had a better life. Without the scars on his arms, the cut on his lip and the bruise on the left side of his face, he'd look like a perfectly normal teenage boy. If it weren't for the age marks on the corner of his eye, Yoochun definitely would’ve assumed that he was barely legal.
He held his breath, afraid that he had been breathing too loud, when the man on the couch suddenly turned to face him. Eyes half open, showing Yoochun the same pair of now darkened blue eyes... and a smile.
As he drifted back into sleep, blonde wisps of hair covering part of his youthful face, Jaejoong remained unaware of his new surroundings.
Park Yoochun however, the gutsy detective and the steadfast brother, found his mouth slightly open and suddenly dry.
He forgot to exhale.
dbdbyeah
jaejoong / yoochun - angst, romance - pg13 to nc17 [will be notified if it reaches that high] - 397 words, 5 of ???
for: -
sisowath
other chapters
original post: 01.01.08
Yoochun stared.
He was there, a stranger, sprawled lazily on Yoochun’s leather couch. Yoochun looked at him with wondering eyes, unknowingly examining him from head to toe.
His head was resting awkwardly on a random pillow (one that managed to survive Yoochun's struggle to settle this weary body properly.) His head was turned away from where Yoochun was sitting on the coffee table, but the light coming from the dimmed lamp managed to reveal the sharp yet gentle curves of his chiseled features. He was pale. Yoochun took note of that early on. But now he can make out a hint of flushed cheeks, caused by the apartment's adjusted temperature. His chest heaved slowly this time around, too - no longer tortured by rapid and shallow breaths.
He's finally relaxed. Yoochun thought.
He was wearing a tattered, black wifebeater, loose on all the wrong places from being worn for too long. His bare arms were covered only by a rusty, brown, leather jacket, which was most likely pulled from the same trash bin where Yoochun found him. It did well to cover his back, but not to provide enough comfort - judging from the now lanky texture plus the tears and leather chips hanging here and there. His slender hips were covered snugly by a pair of dark denims that were torn, not for style, and have obviously been dragged on too many god-forsaken surfaces.
Yoochun continued to wonder, for the Nth time that night. He was looking at this man, and he could see traces of a boy who had a better life. Without the scars on his arms, the cut on his lip and the bruise on the left side of his face, he'd look like a perfectly normal teenage boy. If it weren't for the age marks on the corner of his eye, Yoochun definitely would’ve assumed that he was barely legal.
He held his breath, afraid that he had been breathing too loud, when the man on the couch suddenly turned to face him. Eyes half open, showing Yoochun the same pair of now darkened blue eyes... and a smile.
As he drifted back into sleep, blonde wisps of hair covering part of his youthful face, Jaejoong remained unaware of his new surroundings.
Park Yoochun however, the gutsy detective and the steadfast brother, found his mouth slightly open and suddenly dry.
He forgot to exhale.