shitty draft that will not go away and let me do hw.
you catch yoochun right before he is trying to leave the apartment. 'going out for a drive' he says, you don't even bother with the 'it's 3AM, you should be sleeping' because you know he hadn't been sleeping before you found him.
you chase stars on wheels and he won't tell you why he insists on staying up so late. you don't tell him you researched asthma online and read about trouble falling asleep and constant naps. he loves and hates it when you know better than he does.
you play with your seatbelt, feeling like it's digging into your chest unless you say something. why don't you worry about me? 'not every noun needs an adjective.' you know he's been writing lyrics.
he grip on the wheel doesn't change. he's so unfazed by you it almost upsets you. his hands are steady. hands of a man. a pianist. a lover.
how you wish the last one were true.
it never occurs to you that maybe yoochun doesn't want to fall in love. doesn't want to be in a relationship. he's sensitive but he isn't some emotional girl -- there's a freaking difference.
not all melodies need a singer.
feb.02.edit
yoochun begins to wonder when junsu is going to run crying to him, but also knows that it's a foolish fantasy because any real tears are only seen and soaked up by junsu's pillow.
when he sees junsu again it's all serious faces and flirtacious smiles again.