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Okay I don't know what exactly inspired this. I guess, if I wasn't the mod and on the judging panel xD I would enter this in the contest?? sldfkjwoeiuroiesursdjf whatever xDD; Anyway~ here's a one-shot!
Title: God's Canvas
Pairing: YooSoo
Rating: PG
Notes: Sorry if anyone is offended by the slight religious undertones?? I have no idea where they come from. o.o They just came out of nowhere~ (Trust me, I'm not a Christian) So it's bizarre to me.. but it fits in so~
As Junsu looked himself over in the full length mirror one more time, the youth smiled proudly. It was Friday night. The night that all of the peers around him spent out of the house, either at parties or elsewhere with someone special to them; or possibly just getting a good lay. Either way, the cheerful yet very antisocial boy had never been a part of this Friday night tradition. The boy coming to pick him up that night, however, was part of the heart of the tradition.
How Park Yoochun and he had become such close friends was a mystery to everyone in their school. Totally opposites - Yoochun was a partier, a player, and very popular with everyone in their grade level and above; while Junsu on the other hand was a poet, a virgin, and hardly recognized by anyone in their class.
So when his friend had mentioned not having a date that night, the shy boy hadn’t believed him at first, believing it was some kind of joke he was playing on him. He was still unsure of how Yoochun had not gotten a date, seeing as the main reason Junsu spent Fridays alone was the other boy’s addiction to women, parties, and driving his hot sports car around the town. But he was picking him up, in that hot sports car, on a Friday night.
Even though Yoochun was only a friend and this wasn’t some hot date, the shy poet had felt the urge to look nice. After all, it wasn’t often that he spent a Friday night out of the house. A cocoa-brown Abercrombie shirt clung to his slender chest, covered by a teal and green plaid button up shirt left open. Simple lean-cut jeans showed off his delicate legs, falling just low enough to allow a small strip of teasing seashell skin to show.
The honk of a horn made Junsu’s heart leap in his chest as he hurried to slip on his shoes and grab his cell phone before rushing down the stairs and out the door. There sat Yoochun, dark chocolate eyes covered by dark sunglasses as he sat confidently slumped behind the wheel, a smirk on those full lips as he motioned for the other boy to get in the car.
Junsu tried to slow the racing of his heart as he slipped inside the car, resting back against the leather seat with a sudden sense of comfort. This was his friend’s car, there was no reason to be nervous. A sentiment which was echoed by Yoochun’s electric, warming smile as he reached over to turn down the loud R&B music blaring from the expensive speakers.
“You look nice, Su,” his smooth warm voice a drawl as he removed the sunglasses to take in the other’s appearance. “You would think you actually had a date tonight.” Pianist fingers shifting the car into reverse as they left the comfort of the other boy’s driveway.
Suddenly feeling silly as he noticed Yoochun’s casual cargo shorts and t-shirt, the young poet blushed a light shade of pink. Why had he dressed up anyway? “Well I don’t go out often on Friday nights so.. I just figured..” feeling his voice fade away as he stared at his hands, which had found themselves clasped together in his lap.
“Where do you want to go?” Distant as always, the cockier boy seemed to have not even heard a word he had said as his eyes gazed forward on the road. When he didn’t answer right away, Yoochun flicked his chocolate gaze to the boy. “Su? Where do you want to go?”
A slight shrug of one shoulder as Junsu tried to blow it off, ignoring the slight pit in his stomach as he looked out the passenger window. Intent on showing nonchalance, that failed quickly as an idea struck him. “The beach?” Deciding not to add - and quickly, before the sun sets.. because I want to watch it.
That grin crossing his lips again, the other boy turned the car in that direction. “The beach it is.”
The sun was turning the sky into a collage of golds, reds, and purples as the sports car came up to a smooth stop in the parking lot, creating a kind of glowing haze around the trees. With a soft hum, the car turned off, which sent Junsu excitedly out of the car, hurrying to the top of the boardwalk as fast as his legs could take him. Yoochun hurried to follow him, locking his car by a button on his keys as he placed those sunglasses back over his eyes.
Once his feet made contact with the splinter-bearing wood of the boardwalk, his pace slowed; eyes suddenly transfixed on the blonde boy ahead of him. There Junsu stood, wind blowing gently at his clothes and hair, large innocent eyes staring forward and drinking in all of the colors of the sky. Moving so slowly forward, one foot at a time, the dark haired boy came to stand just behind him.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” came the poet’s soft, girlish voice. The colors of the sky reflecting on his skin, creating moving, changing patterns on the smooth surface.
Removing the sunglasses once again, Yoochun’s chocolate gaze free to take in the other’s features more fully. “Isn’t what beautiful?” he responded, voice soft as well.
“God’s canvas.” One delicate hand raised, fingers splayed in a gesture to the sky. “Isn’t it beautiful?” There was a slight pause, as his eyes shifted to look at the other boy. Breaking the comfortable silence, he smiled softly. “I think he’s a wonderful artist..”
All Yoochun could do was nod, the shadows mixing with the colors on Junsu’s face making a wonderful painting out of the cheerful boy himself. Breath catching, he looked down at the planks of wood covered lightly with sand to gather his thoughts. “A fantastic artist..” A reply so soft, Junsu only heard it as it was caught in the breeze.
Catching the slight shift in the darker boy’s aura, Junsu took a few steps closer to him. “Yoochun..?” When the other slowly lifted his head, he was surprised to find one single tear run down that smooth cheek. The fading light of the sun highlighting it as it made its path down the tan skin and out of existence. Worry in those innocent eyes, one delicate finger slid along his cheek, following the path made by the tear. “Why are you crying..?”
He shrugged in response, arms limp at his sides as his gaze fought to hold Junsu’s. The sunset was fading, turning different shades of violet and purple. Searching the shadows of the blonde boy’s face, Yoochun smiled softly.
“He must be a wonderful artist, if he created you..” Soft, thoughtful words coming from those lips without thought, or hesitance.
A light blush tinged Junsu’s cheeks, lashes settling against his smooth cheeks as he closed his eyes. Yoochun had always been a smooth talker, the young poet knew that, that was how he had a date every Friday night, after all. But despite knowing all of this, his heart leaped in his chest, beating wildly as he opened his eyes to gaze at the other boy once more.
Yoochun pulled the smaller boy against him in a hug, arms resting around his waist in a loose embrace. Sinking in the warmth shared between their bodies, Junsu wrapped his arms around the other boy’s neck and rested his head against his strong chest. Feeling no need to move, they stayed that way for a long time, feeling each other’s warmth and presence.
The sky finally fading to black, clouds only allowing the presence of a few stray stars, Yoochun looked down at his friend. Allowing his fingers to find their way into the soft blonde locks, the slender digits ran through them.
“It’s dark now.. maybe we should go inside,” Junsu’s soft voice shattering the soft sounds of the breeze and the waves. “It’ll start getting colder soon..” His head lifted, looking up at Yoochun as he spoke.
Caught in those eyes, Yoochun surrendered to the imprisonment of his gaze. “I won’t get cold,” he responded with a half smile, unwilling to leave the smaller boy’s embrace as he leaned forward and rested his head against Junsu’s. “I promise I won’t get cold..”
Junsu was a little surprised by the sudden display of affection, eyes widening as he looked into the chocolate orbs so close to his own. “Yoochu-” his voice stopping with a sudden intake of breath as Yoochun’s lips moved closer to his own. The feel of warm breath on his lips making his heart pound in his chest as his eyes slowly slid closed, reading himself for the contact.
Warm soft lips pressed against his own, filling his body with a sudden wave of warmth. Rushing all the way through him, he shivered and moved closer to the taller boy. He pressed his lips firmly against Yoochun’s, his grip around the other’s neck tightening in time with the tightening of Yoochun’s arms around his waist.
The kiss seemed to last for a century before they pulled away, both faces tinged with pink as they searched each other’s eyes. Junsu smiled first, running his fingers through the other’s long brown hair. He had finally found God’s greatest artwork.
Title: God's Canvas
Pairing: YooSoo
Rating: PG
Notes: Sorry if anyone is offended by the slight religious undertones?? I have no idea where they come from. o.o They just came out of nowhere~ (Trust me, I'm not a Christian) So it's bizarre to me.. but it fits in so~
As Junsu looked himself over in the full length mirror one more time, the youth smiled proudly. It was Friday night. The night that all of the peers around him spent out of the house, either at parties or elsewhere with someone special to them; or possibly just getting a good lay. Either way, the cheerful yet very antisocial boy had never been a part of this Friday night tradition. The boy coming to pick him up that night, however, was part of the heart of the tradition.
How Park Yoochun and he had become such close friends was a mystery to everyone in their school. Totally opposites - Yoochun was a partier, a player, and very popular with everyone in their grade level and above; while Junsu on the other hand was a poet, a virgin, and hardly recognized by anyone in their class.
So when his friend had mentioned not having a date that night, the shy boy hadn’t believed him at first, believing it was some kind of joke he was playing on him. He was still unsure of how Yoochun had not gotten a date, seeing as the main reason Junsu spent Fridays alone was the other boy’s addiction to women, parties, and driving his hot sports car around the town. But he was picking him up, in that hot sports car, on a Friday night.
Even though Yoochun was only a friend and this wasn’t some hot date, the shy poet had felt the urge to look nice. After all, it wasn’t often that he spent a Friday night out of the house. A cocoa-brown Abercrombie shirt clung to his slender chest, covered by a teal and green plaid button up shirt left open. Simple lean-cut jeans showed off his delicate legs, falling just low enough to allow a small strip of teasing seashell skin to show.
The honk of a horn made Junsu’s heart leap in his chest as he hurried to slip on his shoes and grab his cell phone before rushing down the stairs and out the door. There sat Yoochun, dark chocolate eyes covered by dark sunglasses as he sat confidently slumped behind the wheel, a smirk on those full lips as he motioned for the other boy to get in the car.
Junsu tried to slow the racing of his heart as he slipped inside the car, resting back against the leather seat with a sudden sense of comfort. This was his friend’s car, there was no reason to be nervous. A sentiment which was echoed by Yoochun’s electric, warming smile as he reached over to turn down the loud R&B music blaring from the expensive speakers.
“You look nice, Su,” his smooth warm voice a drawl as he removed the sunglasses to take in the other’s appearance. “You would think you actually had a date tonight.” Pianist fingers shifting the car into reverse as they left the comfort of the other boy’s driveway.
Suddenly feeling silly as he noticed Yoochun’s casual cargo shorts and t-shirt, the young poet blushed a light shade of pink. Why had he dressed up anyway? “Well I don’t go out often on Friday nights so.. I just figured..” feeling his voice fade away as he stared at his hands, which had found themselves clasped together in his lap.
“Where do you want to go?” Distant as always, the cockier boy seemed to have not even heard a word he had said as his eyes gazed forward on the road. When he didn’t answer right away, Yoochun flicked his chocolate gaze to the boy. “Su? Where do you want to go?”
A slight shrug of one shoulder as Junsu tried to blow it off, ignoring the slight pit in his stomach as he looked out the passenger window. Intent on showing nonchalance, that failed quickly as an idea struck him. “The beach?” Deciding not to add - and quickly, before the sun sets.. because I want to watch it.
That grin crossing his lips again, the other boy turned the car in that direction. “The beach it is.”
The sun was turning the sky into a collage of golds, reds, and purples as the sports car came up to a smooth stop in the parking lot, creating a kind of glowing haze around the trees. With a soft hum, the car turned off, which sent Junsu excitedly out of the car, hurrying to the top of the boardwalk as fast as his legs could take him. Yoochun hurried to follow him, locking his car by a button on his keys as he placed those sunglasses back over his eyes.
Once his feet made contact with the splinter-bearing wood of the boardwalk, his pace slowed; eyes suddenly transfixed on the blonde boy ahead of him. There Junsu stood, wind blowing gently at his clothes and hair, large innocent eyes staring forward and drinking in all of the colors of the sky. Moving so slowly forward, one foot at a time, the dark haired boy came to stand just behind him.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” came the poet’s soft, girlish voice. The colors of the sky reflecting on his skin, creating moving, changing patterns on the smooth surface.
Removing the sunglasses once again, Yoochun’s chocolate gaze free to take in the other’s features more fully. “Isn’t what beautiful?” he responded, voice soft as well.
“God’s canvas.” One delicate hand raised, fingers splayed in a gesture to the sky. “Isn’t it beautiful?” There was a slight pause, as his eyes shifted to look at the other boy. Breaking the comfortable silence, he smiled softly. “I think he’s a wonderful artist..”
All Yoochun could do was nod, the shadows mixing with the colors on Junsu’s face making a wonderful painting out of the cheerful boy himself. Breath catching, he looked down at the planks of wood covered lightly with sand to gather his thoughts. “A fantastic artist..” A reply so soft, Junsu only heard it as it was caught in the breeze.
Catching the slight shift in the darker boy’s aura, Junsu took a few steps closer to him. “Yoochun..?” When the other slowly lifted his head, he was surprised to find one single tear run down that smooth cheek. The fading light of the sun highlighting it as it made its path down the tan skin and out of existence. Worry in those innocent eyes, one delicate finger slid along his cheek, following the path made by the tear. “Why are you crying..?”
He shrugged in response, arms limp at his sides as his gaze fought to hold Junsu’s. The sunset was fading, turning different shades of violet and purple. Searching the shadows of the blonde boy’s face, Yoochun smiled softly.
“He must be a wonderful artist, if he created you..” Soft, thoughtful words coming from those lips without thought, or hesitance.
A light blush tinged Junsu’s cheeks, lashes settling against his smooth cheeks as he closed his eyes. Yoochun had always been a smooth talker, the young poet knew that, that was how he had a date every Friday night, after all. But despite knowing all of this, his heart leaped in his chest, beating wildly as he opened his eyes to gaze at the other boy once more.
Yoochun pulled the smaller boy against him in a hug, arms resting around his waist in a loose embrace. Sinking in the warmth shared between their bodies, Junsu wrapped his arms around the other boy’s neck and rested his head against his strong chest. Feeling no need to move, they stayed that way for a long time, feeling each other’s warmth and presence.
The sky finally fading to black, clouds only allowing the presence of a few stray stars, Yoochun looked down at his friend. Allowing his fingers to find their way into the soft blonde locks, the slender digits ran through them.
“It’s dark now.. maybe we should go inside,” Junsu’s soft voice shattering the soft sounds of the breeze and the waves. “It’ll start getting colder soon..” His head lifted, looking up at Yoochun as he spoke.
Caught in those eyes, Yoochun surrendered to the imprisonment of his gaze. “I won’t get cold,” he responded with a half smile, unwilling to leave the smaller boy’s embrace as he leaned forward and rested his head against Junsu’s. “I promise I won’t get cold..”
Junsu was a little surprised by the sudden display of affection, eyes widening as he looked into the chocolate orbs so close to his own. “Yoochu-” his voice stopping with a sudden intake of breath as Yoochun’s lips moved closer to his own. The feel of warm breath on his lips making his heart pound in his chest as his eyes slowly slid closed, reading himself for the contact.
Warm soft lips pressed against his own, filling his body with a sudden wave of warmth. Rushing all the way through him, he shivered and moved closer to the taller boy. He pressed his lips firmly against Yoochun’s, his grip around the other’s neck tightening in time with the tightening of Yoochun’s arms around his waist.
The kiss seemed to last for a century before they pulled away, both faces tinged with pink as they searched each other’s eyes. Junsu smiled first, running his fingers through the other’s long brown hair. He had finally found God’s greatest artwork.