ze:a ; come to me again (in the cold, cold night)
come to me again (in the cold, cold night)
junyoung/taehun ; pg13 ; 645w
they meet in a club.
prompt 004. cold
a/n: I don't even know what this is. I just wanted to write something and I ended up with this. My feet are killing me and I'm dead-tired, but I can't sleep. Apparently this thing is the result. An (un)connected four-piece-story about Junyoung and Taehun.
I saw you standing in the corner, on the edge of a burning light
Somehow he was immediately lured towards the boy. He didn't know how it was possible, since there were so many people inside the club. But still, his gaze immediately fell onto that boy that stood in the corner, staring straight back at him.
Junyoung tried to make his way through the masses, drink in his hands. He pushed some people away from him, ignored the wandering hands and invitations to dance.
Once he reached the boy he didn't really know what to do. Fortunate for him, the boy took the initiative.
“Hi. I'm Taehun.”
“I'm Junyoung.”
“Do you come here often?”
Junyoung took a sip of his drink, shaking his head. “Every now and then. I'm not really into the whole clubbing scene.”
Taehun nodded, looking Junyoung up and down. “I'm not really into clubbing either. But I have to say I'm happy to have come tonight.”
Realizing the boy was flirting with him, Junyoung blushed.
“Yeah. Yeah, I'm happy too.”
I saw you standing in the corner. Come to me again in the cold, cold night
He shivered as the cold wind hit his skin. Or because of those hands underneath his shirt. He didn't know, nor cared.
Tilting his head back, he felt Taehun's lips trailing a way up his neck.
He wasn't like this normally. He was someone who stayed at home on a Saturday night, watching a movie or reading a book. He didn't hook up with someone he met an hour ago, he wasn't the type to have sex in an alleyway.
“It's cold. Let's do...let's go somewhere else.” Junyoung shivered as if to emphasize his point, but he knew it was all caused by Taehun's fingers.
Taehun stopped kissing his neck, but didn't pull back. Instead he pulled Junyoung with him, calling a taxi while doing so.
“A bed is more comfortable after all.”
I see you walking by my front door, I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor
Junyoung woke up by something clattering to the floor. Sitting up, he shivered because of the cold. Sleepily ruffling his hair, he hopped out of bed, pulling on boxers and a pair of jeans before walking out of the room.
Walking towards the kitchen, he heard a familiar melody being hummed. He grinned and sang along.
“I already thought I heard something. Breakfast is almost ready, so hurry up.” Taehun said, turning around to the stove.
Junyoung couldn't help but smile at what he saw. Taehun in an apron, batter on his cheek and a spatula in his hand. He didn't look like the boy from the club anymore.
Walking towards Taehun, Junyoung wrapped his arms around his waist. “Can't you cook me breakfast every morning?”
Taehun laughed, leaning back on Junyoung. “You'd get fat. Surely you don't want that?”
“Only if it's because of your food,” Junyoung answered, pressing a kiss on Taehun's cheek.
I don’t care what other people say, I’m going to love you, anyway
“Isn't he the guy you hooked up with in the club?”
Junyoung nodded in answer, grinning at Siwan.
“But - how could you - I mean...” Siwan sighed. “I don't know, isn't it a bit weird to let him move in with you? You only know him for a month.”
“I like his cooking. And he keeps me warm at night. Isn't that enough?” Junyoung laughed at the disgusted look on Siwan's face. “I really like him. And no matter what you say, that won't change.”
Taehun walked over to them, putting down the drinks on the table. He slung an arm around Junyoung's shoulders, pulling him closer. Upon seeing Junyoung raising his eyebrows, he leaned closer.
“Just thought you looked cold, that's all.”
junyoung/taehun ; pg13 ; 645w
they meet in a club.
prompt 004. cold
a/n: I don't even know what this is. I just wanted to write something and I ended up with this. My feet are killing me and I'm dead-tired, but I can't sleep. Apparently this thing is the result. An (un)connected four-piece-story about Junyoung and Taehun.
I saw you standing in the corner, on the edge of a burning light
Somehow he was immediately lured towards the boy. He didn't know how it was possible, since there were so many people inside the club. But still, his gaze immediately fell onto that boy that stood in the corner, staring straight back at him.
Junyoung tried to make his way through the masses, drink in his hands. He pushed some people away from him, ignored the wandering hands and invitations to dance.
Once he reached the boy he didn't really know what to do. Fortunate for him, the boy took the initiative.
“Hi. I'm Taehun.”
“I'm Junyoung.”
“Do you come here often?”
Junyoung took a sip of his drink, shaking his head. “Every now and then. I'm not really into the whole clubbing scene.”
Taehun nodded, looking Junyoung up and down. “I'm not really into clubbing either. But I have to say I'm happy to have come tonight.”
Realizing the boy was flirting with him, Junyoung blushed.
“Yeah. Yeah, I'm happy too.”
I saw you standing in the corner. Come to me again in the cold, cold night
He shivered as the cold wind hit his skin. Or because of those hands underneath his shirt. He didn't know, nor cared.
Tilting his head back, he felt Taehun's lips trailing a way up his neck.
He wasn't like this normally. He was someone who stayed at home on a Saturday night, watching a movie or reading a book. He didn't hook up with someone he met an hour ago, he wasn't the type to have sex in an alleyway.
“It's cold. Let's do...let's go somewhere else.” Junyoung shivered as if to emphasize his point, but he knew it was all caused by Taehun's fingers.
Taehun stopped kissing his neck, but didn't pull back. Instead he pulled Junyoung with him, calling a taxi while doing so.
“A bed is more comfortable after all.”
I see you walking by my front door, I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor
Junyoung woke up by something clattering to the floor. Sitting up, he shivered because of the cold. Sleepily ruffling his hair, he hopped out of bed, pulling on boxers and a pair of jeans before walking out of the room.
Walking towards the kitchen, he heard a familiar melody being hummed. He grinned and sang along.
“I already thought I heard something. Breakfast is almost ready, so hurry up.” Taehun said, turning around to the stove.
Junyoung couldn't help but smile at what he saw. Taehun in an apron, batter on his cheek and a spatula in his hand. He didn't look like the boy from the club anymore.
Walking towards Taehun, Junyoung wrapped his arms around his waist. “Can't you cook me breakfast every morning?”
Taehun laughed, leaning back on Junyoung. “You'd get fat. Surely you don't want that?”
“Only if it's because of your food,” Junyoung answered, pressing a kiss on Taehun's cheek.
I don’t care what other people say, I’m going to love you, anyway
“Isn't he the guy you hooked up with in the club?”
Junyoung nodded in answer, grinning at Siwan.
“But - how could you - I mean...” Siwan sighed. “I don't know, isn't it a bit weird to let him move in with you? You only know him for a month.”
“I like his cooking. And he keeps me warm at night. Isn't that enough?” Junyoung laughed at the disgusted look on Siwan's face. “I really like him. And no matter what you say, that won't change.”
Taehun walked over to them, putting down the drinks on the table. He slung an arm around Junyoung's shoulders, pulling him closer. Upon seeing Junyoung raising his eyebrows, he leaned closer.
“Just thought you looked cold, that's all.”