Winter
Title: Seasons; Winter
Author:
weixiao1619
Pairing: JunKwang
Rating: G
Summary: I just can't find a time to complete my stories. I'm posting this again. :D
Winter
Kikwang pulled out a match from his pocket. He was in the yard and he was trying to make a fire out of the woods he has gotten. It was winter and it was cold. They had a game earlier and then he lost. This was his consequence.
He peeked through the matchbox that Yoseob gave him. He wondered why the man was laughing loudly as the matchbox was given to him.
It only had two matchsticks inside.
He ran to the house and knocked at the door loudly asking to let him in but the other four won’t allow him to.
He sat again to the place where he first left and began making a fire with the two matchsticks he had, and that was his problem. He doesn’t know how to deal with these things (maybe because he was from an affluent family.)
He failed at his first try, he doesn’t want to risk the second matchstick and he doesn’t know why. Feeling hopeless, he hugged his knees and began crying.
“You idiot. You can’t make flames with tears.”
“Junhyung…”
Junhyung walked towards Kikwang’s place and sat beside him. Grabbed the matchbox his lover was holding and made a fire which Kikwang longed to make.
“You saw the game? I thought you were going to a friend?” Kikwang asked.
“No. I knew about this game, and I knew that this would be happening.” Junhyung smirked as Kikwang punched him weakly, then he took his jacket off and placed it on Kikwang, after that, he hugged his lover.
“You aren’t cold?” Kikwang asked innocently.
Junhyung chuckled. “No. Both humans share the same heat- especially when they are in love.”
-Fin-
A/N: This is a repost. I remember myself from being banned in posting here. lmao. i'm the naughtiest creature ever, :D
Author:
weixiao1619
Pairing: JunKwang
Rating: G
Summary: I just can't find a time to complete my stories. I'm posting this again. :D
Winter
Kikwang pulled out a match from his pocket. He was in the yard and he was trying to make a fire out of the woods he has gotten. It was winter and it was cold. They had a game earlier and then he lost. This was his consequence.
He peeked through the matchbox that Yoseob gave him. He wondered why the man was laughing loudly as the matchbox was given to him.
It only had two matchsticks inside.
He ran to the house and knocked at the door loudly asking to let him in but the other four won’t allow him to.
He sat again to the place where he first left and began making a fire with the two matchsticks he had, and that was his problem. He doesn’t know how to deal with these things (maybe because he was from an affluent family.)
He failed at his first try, he doesn’t want to risk the second matchstick and he doesn’t know why. Feeling hopeless, he hugged his knees and began crying.
“You idiot. You can’t make flames with tears.”
“Junhyung…”
Junhyung walked towards Kikwang’s place and sat beside him. Grabbed the matchbox his lover was holding and made a fire which Kikwang longed to make.
“You saw the game? I thought you were going to a friend?” Kikwang asked.
“No. I knew about this game, and I knew that this would be happening.” Junhyung smirked as Kikwang punched him weakly, then he took his jacket off and placed it on Kikwang, after that, he hugged his lover.
“You aren’t cold?” Kikwang asked innocently.
Junhyung chuckled. “No. Both humans share the same heat- especially when they are in love.”
-Fin-
A/N: This is a repost. I remember myself from being banned in posting here. lmao. i'm the naughtiest creature ever, :D