hands
by:
sarangmode 100 words
concrit, please.
yoochun + jaejoong
pg
unlike the dark interior of the vehicle, the bright lights of tokyo sparkled against the window. pressed up close, jaejoong could see his shady clone. the clearer reflection was of yoochun, leaning back against the polyester seat and breathing steadily.
though his eyes were unfocused, jaejoong felt the flicker of curiosity in the form of the driver looking back through the rearview mirror. jaejoong wanted to ask, "what?" in a harsh, brazen voice. but yoochun wouldn't like that. instead, jaejoong embraced yoochun's obliviousness and kept silent. yoochun hadn't seen, therefore, their hands would remain joined on the seat between them.