more incoherency: yoochun & jaemin; in_vazn
jaemin for
in_vazn
prompts: priceless, unhealthy || G
priceless
he's still amazed when he wakes up with jaejoong next to him, curled up and vulnerable. changmin doesn't realize he's holding his breath, doesn't dare to reach out because he's scared that once he touches jaejoong, he'll wake up. and the sun will rise and lead jaejoong to a new city, a new country, and new life.
so he closes his eyes, and jaejoong is still here, still there with the half moon hanging over them. if he closes his eyes, the night will stay and the moon will never have to leave. he closes his eyes and jaejoong is always there. jaejoong, who comes and goes and changes like the moon.
he falls asleep and sunrise comes too soon.
unhealthy
jaejoong reckons that this must be unhealthy, watching changmin when the sun rises on the younger man's back. it's during the day when jaejoong feels restless, when he wants to run. sometime during the night, changmin had taken his hand, grip loosened by deep sleep and dancing dreams.
jaejoong feels it in his legs, when he feels like running again. and he wants changmin to wake up, wake up and hold on tight to his hand, his body, his soul. he wants changmin to make him hold onto this moment. this moment when the sun is a semicircle on the the horizon. he looks away for a second, raising his hand, cupping the rising sun, trying to push it back into the landscape.
wake up changmin, i don't want to run and dream anymore.
yoochun drabbles for
in_vazn
prompts: high, harmony || PG-13 (yunchun)
high
yoochun has a fear of heights, a big fear of heights.
yunho loves intensely, too intensely. he takes yoochun to ballroom dance classes on one of their dates. and his eyes, his eyes are on yoochun's, piercing and strong. yoochun tries to look away but is always drawn back to those eyes, deep and dark. he doesn't understandd it but it's too much, taking him too high.
"i'm sorry. i can't dance without looking at my feet and-"
"i;m coming on too strong, right?"
"no - no i just, my feet, they-"
"if not, then just let go"
yunho hold him tight, tight, safe. and they fly, feet and legs bumping now and then. yoochun's hand tightens around yunho's at every twist and turn.
don't drop me, yunho. my heart is tired of being dropped.
harmony
he finds out that yoochun sings. sings and plays piano, to be more exact. he goes over to his house when it's a dark, dreary, rainy day. yoochun plays songs with heavy notes, grounded onto the floor much like everything else in yoochun's life (his lungs, heavy with cigarette smoke; his heart, weak but pounding).
when yoochun sings, sings and strokes, he's beautiful. that's when he's most free. yunho can see yoochun, flying in his own way when he gets lost in the swell of a note, about to burst (just like the swell of his back, and he strokes and strokes and strokes).
and there's harmony when there's yoochun, him and yoochun and the sounds of their breathing.
in_vazn
prompts: priceless, unhealthy || G
priceless
he's still amazed when he wakes up with jaejoong next to him, curled up and vulnerable. changmin doesn't realize he's holding his breath, doesn't dare to reach out because he's scared that once he touches jaejoong, he'll wake up. and the sun will rise and lead jaejoong to a new city, a new country, and new life.
so he closes his eyes, and jaejoong is still here, still there with the half moon hanging over them. if he closes his eyes, the night will stay and the moon will never have to leave. he closes his eyes and jaejoong is always there. jaejoong, who comes and goes and changes like the moon.
he falls asleep and sunrise comes too soon.
unhealthy
jaejoong reckons that this must be unhealthy, watching changmin when the sun rises on the younger man's back. it's during the day when jaejoong feels restless, when he wants to run. sometime during the night, changmin had taken his hand, grip loosened by deep sleep and dancing dreams.
jaejoong feels it in his legs, when he feels like running again. and he wants changmin to wake up, wake up and hold on tight to his hand, his body, his soul. he wants changmin to make him hold onto this moment. this moment when the sun is a semicircle on the the horizon. he looks away for a second, raising his hand, cupping the rising sun, trying to push it back into the landscape.
wake up changmin, i don't want to run and dream anymore.
yoochun drabbles for
in_vazn
prompts: high, harmony || PG-13 (yunchun)
high
yoochun has a fear of heights, a big fear of heights.
yunho loves intensely, too intensely. he takes yoochun to ballroom dance classes on one of their dates. and his eyes, his eyes are on yoochun's, piercing and strong. yoochun tries to look away but is always drawn back to those eyes, deep and dark. he doesn't understandd it but it's too much, taking him too high.
"i'm sorry. i can't dance without looking at my feet and-"
"i;m coming on too strong, right?"
"no - no i just, my feet, they-"
"if not, then just let go"
yunho hold him tight, tight, safe. and they fly, feet and legs bumping now and then. yoochun's hand tightens around yunho's at every twist and turn.
don't drop me, yunho. my heart is tired of being dropped.
harmony
he finds out that yoochun sings. sings and plays piano, to be more exact. he goes over to his house when it's a dark, dreary, rainy day. yoochun plays songs with heavy notes, grounded onto the floor much like everything else in yoochun's life (his lungs, heavy with cigarette smoke; his heart, weak but pounding).
when yoochun sings, sings and strokes, he's beautiful. that's when he's most free. yunho can see yoochun, flying in his own way when he gets lost in the swell of a note, about to burst (just like the swell of his back, and he strokes and strokes and strokes).
and there's harmony when there's yoochun, him and yoochun and the sounds of their breathing.