[Drabble] Breakfast
Snippets of everyday life among friends.
Title: Breakfast
Word Count: 403
Characters: Yoochun and Jaejoong
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Summary: Sometimes games can be fun.
The Setting: CLICK
The Characters: CLICK and CLICK
"How do you know?"
Yoochun's eyes glaze over slightly, as if he were falling back into his memories. "Well," he blinks and they're back to normal again, dark and natural, "because he got on top of me and touched my penis," he finishes and takes a drink of his coffee.
It seems to take a few moments, to register, before Jaejoong laughs out loud and claps his hands. "Fuck, that's hilarious," he shakes his head and Yoochun glares at him. "Oh, man," he wipes his mouth at the corners and grabs for his glass of orange juice.
Yoochun, who has the innate ability to remain composed, eats patiently, remaining quiet.
Jaejoong can't help the last few chuckles and clears his throat quietly looking up at his friend and thinks of Changmin. "It's cute, you know," he smiles and makes eye contact with the cute waiter who's been watching him all morning.
Yoochun shrugs and sets his fork down, "He's a kid," he wipes at his mouth with a pristine white napkin and begins to drum his fingers over the table cloth, also a beautiful shade of white. He thinks about the tall awkward boy who somehow wove his way into their inner circle of close friends. He remembers him showing up with Yunho one night and following them around ever since.
He recalls lovesick eyes and a rose red mouth, cheeks flushed from too many glasses of wine and a grasp so tight he was over powered all too easily.
Yoochun clears his throat and digs a hand into his jacket pocket. "He's too young," he finally says after several quiet minutes and Jaejoong smiles.
"I think you're intrigued," Jaejoong grabs for his own wallet and pulls out a few bills.
Yoochun smiles, slow and charmingly, "I won't deny that fact," he stands up brushing his jacket down and grabs his phone, "but I don't want to deal with that nonsense," he sets down extra for a good tip in the bill tray.
Jaejoong smirks while he slides his arms through the expensive fabric of his jacket, "It could be fun," he winks and it's mischievous and mean as he slides his glasses on. "Think of it as a game," he suggests with a dashing smile far too villainous to ignore.
The smile is slow and calculated, through flashes of young, sweaty skin and Yoochun laughs as they make their way from the restaurant.
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Title: Breakfast
Word Count: 403
Characters: Yoochun and Jaejoong
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Summary: Sometimes games can be fun.
The Setting: CLICK
The Characters: CLICK and CLICK
"How do you know?"
Yoochun's eyes glaze over slightly, as if he were falling back into his memories. "Well," he blinks and they're back to normal again, dark and natural, "because he got on top of me and touched my penis," he finishes and takes a drink of his coffee.
It seems to take a few moments, to register, before Jaejoong laughs out loud and claps his hands. "Fuck, that's hilarious," he shakes his head and Yoochun glares at him. "Oh, man," he wipes his mouth at the corners and grabs for his glass of orange juice.
Yoochun, who has the innate ability to remain composed, eats patiently, remaining quiet.
Jaejoong can't help the last few chuckles and clears his throat quietly looking up at his friend and thinks of Changmin. "It's cute, you know," he smiles and makes eye contact with the cute waiter who's been watching him all morning.
Yoochun shrugs and sets his fork down, "He's a kid," he wipes at his mouth with a pristine white napkin and begins to drum his fingers over the table cloth, also a beautiful shade of white. He thinks about the tall awkward boy who somehow wove his way into their inner circle of close friends. He remembers him showing up with Yunho one night and following them around ever since.
He recalls lovesick eyes and a rose red mouth, cheeks flushed from too many glasses of wine and a grasp so tight he was over powered all too easily.
Yoochun clears his throat and digs a hand into his jacket pocket. "He's too young," he finally says after several quiet minutes and Jaejoong smiles.
"I think you're intrigued," Jaejoong grabs for his own wallet and pulls out a few bills.
Yoochun smiles, slow and charmingly, "I won't deny that fact," he stands up brushing his jacket down and grabs his phone, "but I don't want to deal with that nonsense," he sets down extra for a good tip in the bill tray.
Jaejoong smirks while he slides his arms through the expensive fabric of his jacket, "It could be fun," he winks and it's mischievous and mean as he slides his glasses on. "Think of it as a game," he suggests with a dashing smile far too villainous to ignore.
The smile is slow and calculated, through flashes of young, sweaty skin and Yoochun laughs as they make their way from the restaurant.
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