TECHNICOLOR NIGHT DREAMS (DRABBLE CHALLENGE #107: RECURRING)
Title: Technicolor Night Dreams
Author: Sanchi7 [yoosu_addict ]
Word-count: 200
Rating: PG
Pairing: JaeSu/implied YooSu
Concrit? Yes, please.
Summary: What do your dreams mean, especially if someone else is having them too?
Every night Junsu had the same recurring dream.
He was about seven or eight and a beautiful aquamarine ocean undulated gently under the bright summer sun in front of him. Clear blue skies and the cool ocean breeze made the setting perfect.
He was sitting on pristine white sand, besides a palm tree, building a sandcastle. But he was not alone, a boy about his age was helping him and it was the happiest moment in his life.
Everything was vibrant, alive, painted in Technicolor.
The sound of laughter and undying promises still echoed in his ears when Junsu woke up.
His pillow felt damp against his cheek and he realized that he had been crying. The darkness of the room felt cruel after the dazzling colors of his dream.
He stiffened, and then relaxed when an arm circled his waist.
“Awake?”
“Yes” Junsu replied, fighting off the vague feeling of guilt and wrongness.
“Lets skip work and stay in all day.”
Junsu laughed and got up, leaving his lover alone.
“I wish you would say yes, just once.” Jaejoong whispered to himself.
Somewhere In the same city, not very far away, Yoochun was dreaming his own Technicolor Night Dreams.
Author: Sanchi7 [yoosu_addict ]
Word-count: 200
Rating: PG
Pairing: JaeSu/implied YooSu
Concrit? Yes, please.
Summary: What do your dreams mean, especially if someone else is having them too?
Every night Junsu had the same recurring dream.
He was about seven or eight and a beautiful aquamarine ocean undulated gently under the bright summer sun in front of him. Clear blue skies and the cool ocean breeze made the setting perfect.
He was sitting on pristine white sand, besides a palm tree, building a sandcastle. But he was not alone, a boy about his age was helping him and it was the happiest moment in his life.
Everything was vibrant, alive, painted in Technicolor.
The sound of laughter and undying promises still echoed in his ears when Junsu woke up.
His pillow felt damp against his cheek and he realized that he had been crying. The darkness of the room felt cruel after the dazzling colors of his dream.
He stiffened, and then relaxed when an arm circled his waist.
“Awake?”
“Yes” Junsu replied, fighting off the vague feeling of guilt and wrongness.
“Lets skip work and stay in all day.”
Junsu laughed and got up, leaving his lover alone.
“I wish you would say yes, just once.” Jaejoong whispered to himself.
Somewhere In the same city, not very far away, Yoochun was dreaming his own Technicolor Night Dreams.