HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHARIIIII. <333
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHARI! ( ilovessyou ) ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
hope you have a wonderful day, sweetheart~ here's a little yoosu fluff for you!
title: free
author: xiahki
pairing: yoosu
genre: fluff
rating: pg
summary: “my little dolphin,” yoochun likes to tease, and junsu always swats it away as he presses his smile into the pillows.
The rain falls like the Earth is dying, pooling in potholes and ditches and catching in beautiful strands of red hair. ( “junsuah, what are you doing?” yoochun’s voice is a steady rhythm, slow and lost in the sounds of the rain. )
He spins around and around without a care in the world, and even though it’s cold and the water is colder it doesn’t matter because he likes the way that it makes him feel alive inside. ( “stop it, you’ll catch a cold.” a crescendo, and the thunder is rolling in the distance. )
A soft giggle catches in the wind and the harsh chill of the rain is offset by burning warmth of familiar skin, a strong scent of cinnamon and spice wafting over him enough to make him feel whole again. ( “didn’t you hear me calling for you?” back to piano, whisper against slicked skin but he can’t help the way it melts him over again. )
Smiling is enough of an answer, chin tilted upwards just barely for a kiss that makes his head spin and toes curl inside of flimsy, soaked sneakers.
“he’s a free spirit, yoochunah. you can’t try to control him.”
Barely a minute later before he’s squirming free again, arms outstretched and he’s always loved the way it feels to stand in a thunderstorm and not be afraid of getting hit. ( “my little dolphin,” yoochun likes to tease, and junsu always swats it away as he presses his smile into the pillows. )
A free spirit is impossible to tie down, Yoochun knows. But he also knows, whenever he sees a soaked Junsu standing in bare feet on the carpet and shivering and smiling like no other, that he’ll always come back.
hope you have a wonderful day, sweetheart~ here's a little yoosu fluff for you!
title: free
author: xiahki
pairing: yoosu
genre: fluff
rating: pg
summary: “my little dolphin,” yoochun likes to tease, and junsu always swats it away as he presses his smile into the pillows.
The rain falls like the Earth is dying, pooling in potholes and ditches and catching in beautiful strands of red hair. ( “junsuah, what are you doing?” yoochun’s voice is a steady rhythm, slow and lost in the sounds of the rain. )
He spins around and around without a care in the world, and even though it’s cold and the water is colder it doesn’t matter because he likes the way that it makes him feel alive inside. ( “stop it, you’ll catch a cold.” a crescendo, and the thunder is rolling in the distance. )
A soft giggle catches in the wind and the harsh chill of the rain is offset by burning warmth of familiar skin, a strong scent of cinnamon and spice wafting over him enough to make him feel whole again. ( “didn’t you hear me calling for you?” back to piano, whisper against slicked skin but he can’t help the way it melts him over again. )
Smiling is enough of an answer, chin tilted upwards just barely for a kiss that makes his head spin and toes curl inside of flimsy, soaked sneakers.
“he’s a free spirit, yoochunah. you can’t try to control him.”
Barely a minute later before he’s squirming free again, arms outstretched and he’s always loved the way it feels to stand in a thunderstorm and not be afraid of getting hit. ( “my little dolphin,” yoochun likes to tease, and junsu always swats it away as he presses his smile into the pillows. )
A free spirit is impossible to tie down, Yoochun knows. But he also knows, whenever he sees a soaked Junsu standing in bare feet on the carpet and shivering and smiling like no other, that he’ll always come back.