Yoochun drabbles for in_vazn: # 05, 21, 07
Isn't this close enough? You think, Yunho, isn't this close enough? He isn't holding you close enough. You can't deal with that. You push him, pull him in, and he's too much for you. He overwhelms you. If he's going to take you, he should. Take all of you.
"Take me." The words slip from your mouth. You want him to have you. Just have me, please. A shift of your hips brings him closer, deeper. Another fluid roll and his fingers are gripping you, pressing, holding. He's strong, steady - much too steady, unsafe. And then he controls you; makes you slow down; makes you take it slow. He makes you want to give, want to want, want to hurt - more. He makes you cross your arms behind him - makes you kiss him. He makes you want to -
"Fuck me." That would hurt you less. But he doesn't. Yunho doesn't do anything you tell him to. He kisses you, kisses you until there's too much want and too little hurt.
"Yunho, make me." Make you come. Make it over. Make the burn and the hurt go. You're pushing him away (you try) but you keep pulling him deeper. Oh, you want him closer. He sucks on your lower lip harder, grips your hips more firmly, and takes you more savagely. Barely. But you’re there. Almost there.
TakemeFuckmeMakeme.
"Love you."
The words are forced into your mouth, his lips still touching yours. He loves you? Oh shit, he loves me.
And you let him pull you closer. Close enough to hurt.
#21:FROG; 260 words; jaechun; G
Something about being here makes Yoochun feel like a mediocre Cinderella or the ugly duckling.
He jokes around uncomfortably with Jaejoong.
"With his looks, you think Yoochun would have higher standards"
"Oh, but hyung, you too."
"We weren’t going to say this on TV."
And he doesn’t know what makes him do it, but it's 11:32PM and he's putting Jaejoong's beauty cream on his face. The green mask feels cool on his skin and if this doesn’t help at all at least it feels nice.
And it's so like Jaejoong to just barge into the bathroom unannounced (I grew up in the country, there’s nothing I haven't seen or Stop trying to hide your manbits, Yunho, I don't want them.) So he comes in, Yoochun suspects that this is an awkward situation. Then he really thinks it is when Jaejoong just stares.
"Hey" Real smooth, Park Yoochun.
"Hey yourself. Why do you..."
"Uhm." Yoochun opts for one of those faces he makes. Because faces are better than stuttering. He makes a manly squeak of sorts when Jaejoong comes close and tugs on a lock of hair.
"Are you my frog prince?" He gets a peck on the lips.
"I'm handsome now, pretty princess?"
Jaejoong smacks his arm before laughing (and Yoochun isn’t the least bothered by the loud HA! HA! HA! that echoes in the bathroom). "Yeah, now shut up and get my foot cream off your face."
Yoochun hopes that all of Yunho's girly magazines aren't lying about how green combats red, because there's nothing else hiding his blush.
#07:CHEESE; 389 words; one-sided yoosu, minsu; G
At night, he sang gently, gently into Changmin's ear (or so you imagine - like you would imagine he would do for you). It took the silence of the apartment for you to hear the deafening volume of their love. And you felt the bond that you wanted so badly to break, felt the strength of it, unfaltering in your hands. And you could practically feel the smile that you thought was pressed against Changmin's lips, light and happy.
You wondered how Junsu found his smiles in Changmin. Junsu possessed a smile that should have melted away years ago, something that should have been a reminder of his youth, years long passed. Changmin was stuck in his awkward years, accidentally creating masterpieces that flowed from his long, tall body. Years of practice had molded the awkward into something bearable, understandable - admirable.
Junsu told you that they weren't accidents. Anything but accidents. You almost wanted to apologize when you heard the protectiveness in his voice. Not accidents, you said, not accidents. He turned his wrinkled brows and stiff lips away from you (always away from you), twisting in his seat and watched as Yunho took polariods of Changmin near the pinball machine. "That's not natural at all", he said, laughing. Smiling.
You were upset when his smile returned, but you didn't show it and you didn't say anything.
You imagined that you could persuade him a little. Touches here and there. And he would let you, and you hoped to God that it was out of anything but pity. He always let you hold him, around the waist, pulling him close to your body. But you never thought about how he didn't ever hold you back, or how he always watched Changmin, not seeming the least bothered by your chin on his shoulder. Your eyes were watching him.
"Hyung!" His voice was excited, bright, smiling. You turned, alert, not even noticing until later how your eyebrows rose as if waiting for something. "Hyung! Can you take a picture of us?"
You looked around and Yunho and Jaejoong were nowhere in sight to save you. He led you over to a fence, smile still wide as he climbed up to sit on it. His legs swung in excitement, waiting as Changmin rested against the fence.
"Say cheese."
And Junsu smiled.
"Take me." The words slip from your mouth. You want him to have you. Just have me, please. A shift of your hips brings him closer, deeper. Another fluid roll and his fingers are gripping you, pressing, holding. He's strong, steady - much too steady, unsafe. And then he controls you; makes you slow down; makes you take it slow. He makes you want to give, want to want, want to hurt - more. He makes you cross your arms behind him - makes you kiss him. He makes you want to -
"Fuck me." That would hurt you less. But he doesn't. Yunho doesn't do anything you tell him to. He kisses you, kisses you until there's too much want and too little hurt.
"Yunho, make me." Make you come. Make it over. Make the burn and the hurt go. You're pushing him away (you try) but you keep pulling him deeper. Oh, you want him closer. He sucks on your lower lip harder, grips your hips more firmly, and takes you more savagely. Barely. But you’re there. Almost there.
TakemeFuckmeMakeme.
"Love you."
The words are forced into your mouth, his lips still touching yours. He loves you? Oh shit, he loves me.
And you let him pull you closer. Close enough to hurt.
#21:FROG; 260 words; jaechun; G
Something about being here makes Yoochun feel like a mediocre Cinderella or the ugly duckling.
He jokes around uncomfortably with Jaejoong.
"With his looks, you think Yoochun would have higher standards"
"Oh, but hyung, you too."
"We weren’t going to say this on TV."
And he doesn’t know what makes him do it, but it's 11:32PM and he's putting Jaejoong's beauty cream on his face. The green mask feels cool on his skin and if this doesn’t help at all at least it feels nice.
And it's so like Jaejoong to just barge into the bathroom unannounced (I grew up in the country, there’s nothing I haven't seen or Stop trying to hide your manbits, Yunho, I don't want them.) So he comes in, Yoochun suspects that this is an awkward situation. Then he really thinks it is when Jaejoong just stares.
"Hey" Real smooth, Park Yoochun.
"Hey yourself. Why do you..."
"Uhm." Yoochun opts for one of those faces he makes. Because faces are better than stuttering. He makes a manly squeak of sorts when Jaejoong comes close and tugs on a lock of hair.
"Are you my frog prince?" He gets a peck on the lips.
"I'm handsome now, pretty princess?"
Jaejoong smacks his arm before laughing (and Yoochun isn’t the least bothered by the loud HA! HA! HA! that echoes in the bathroom). "Yeah, now shut up and get my foot cream off your face."
Yoochun hopes that all of Yunho's girly magazines aren't lying about how green combats red, because there's nothing else hiding his blush.
#07:CHEESE; 389 words; one-sided yoosu, minsu; G
At night, he sang gently, gently into Changmin's ear (or so you imagine - like you would imagine he would do for you). It took the silence of the apartment for you to hear the deafening volume of their love. And you felt the bond that you wanted so badly to break, felt the strength of it, unfaltering in your hands. And you could practically feel the smile that you thought was pressed against Changmin's lips, light and happy.
You wondered how Junsu found his smiles in Changmin. Junsu possessed a smile that should have melted away years ago, something that should have been a reminder of his youth, years long passed. Changmin was stuck in his awkward years, accidentally creating masterpieces that flowed from his long, tall body. Years of practice had molded the awkward into something bearable, understandable - admirable.
Junsu told you that they weren't accidents. Anything but accidents. You almost wanted to apologize when you heard the protectiveness in his voice. Not accidents, you said, not accidents. He turned his wrinkled brows and stiff lips away from you (always away from you), twisting in his seat and watched as Yunho took polariods of Changmin near the pinball machine. "That's not natural at all", he said, laughing. Smiling.
You were upset when his smile returned, but you didn't show it and you didn't say anything.
You imagined that you could persuade him a little. Touches here and there. And he would let you, and you hoped to God that it was out of anything but pity. He always let you hold him, around the waist, pulling him close to your body. But you never thought about how he didn't ever hold you back, or how he always watched Changmin, not seeming the least bothered by your chin on his shoulder. Your eyes were watching him.
"Hyung!" His voice was excited, bright, smiling. You turned, alert, not even noticing until later how your eyebrows rose as if waiting for something. "Hyung! Can you take a picture of us?"
You looked around and Yunho and Jaejoong were nowhere in sight to save you. He led you over to a fence, smile still wide as he climbed up to sit on it. His legs swung in excitement, waiting as Changmin rested against the fence.
"Say cheese."
And Junsu smiled.