That's Not It [Drabble]
[That's Not It -- Drabble] I think I just popped a Yoosu blood vessel. :] This fic is for purpleinpink who diligently sends love even though my Dong Bang Bakery may run out of cookies every now and then. xD Happy Birthday! Enjoy~
"Junsu, I love you. Don't make me murder you." He says it like a term of endearment.
The other remains comfortably seated at the kitchen table, eating the sugar cookies Changmin forced Jaejoong to make with red sprinkles that aren't half as sweet as the twinkle in his eye.
"Work harder, lazy," Eu kyang kyang disappears into another sugary bite.
Yoochun isn't sure why he's still playing this game but there's a part of him that's entertained by anything involving the words Junsu and treasure and mystery. He turns over yet another couch cushion, eyes on Junsu for any type of reaction.
"That's not it."
He lets out a low growl through smiling lips. The torture feels good. Even if the utter confusion doesn't sit so well on his conscience. There is something inside of Yoochun that commands him to find that Paradise Junsu keeps urging him to search for and something else churning within him telling him to stop caring and take a nap, but it doesn't matter and Junsu's still smiling.
"That's not it."
Yoochun emerges from the pantry with a stupid smile. The kind that says you're guilty but really, you're just in love.
"What is this Paradise--?"
"Not Paradise, moron. Paradise." He dusts the crumbs from his lips.
"Paradise?" Yoochun cocks an eyebrow and sidles up behind Junsu, draping his arms across his collarbones that always make him sigh. "What's the difference?"
"Paradise is just any old thing. Depends on how you look at it," Junsu pretends not to enjoy Yoochun's warmth but they both know he's glowing.
"How are you looking at it, Oh Wise One?" Yoochun chuckles into the other's ear.
"Well," He squinted. "Paradise can be a beach. Any beach. The kind with thousands of people playing volleyball all in the same square mile or the kind out on a secluded island where the sunset is great, but you've still got no food or compass."
Yoochun laughs inwardly, but keeps quiet because he knows Junsu's not finished. He's never finished.
"Or a ritzy resort in the middle of Saudi Arabia. Or a sandwich to a hobo. That can be a Paradise. Or standing in a room with the Beatles. Or eating chocolate from Sweden. Or not falling off the balcony. Or getting lost in the lingerie section. Or finishing a book about paradise, but it's paradise, not Paradise, or Paradise, mind you. Or outdancing Yunho. Or outdancing me. Or the inside of a diamond. Or experiencing nature on the windshield of your car. All possible Paradise."
Yoochun can't hold it in anymore and he's leaned over Junsu's shoulder laughing til he's using Junsu's body to clutch his stomach and shaking uncontrollably. But the other remains still; although, there is a tiny wink of a smile and that glimmer in his eyes.
"So what is Paradise?" For some reason he wishes he could ask that same question all day.
Junsu blinks for a moment and turns to look at Yoochun and he can't be sure if he's being completely serious now or if it's something else.
"Paradise is irreplaceable. Sweet, warm and fragile. But indestructible in the right hands." That strange look melts into a mischievous smirk and Junsu jabs Yoochun just below the rib cage. "Now find it."
Yoochun grabs a cookie, dropping little crumbs all over Junsu's jeans and skips away before Junsu can kick him and shout,
"That's not it!"
Junsu's smile is enough to spur Yoochun into searching the whole house--under Changmin's feet, in Yunho's sock drawer, in his bed, under the computer keyboard, in the shower--for a Paradise that doesn't seem to exist and is never it.
Every visit back into the kitchen is another "That's not it" and another bit of Junsu's smile wilts away.
The last time, Yoochun is so into this useless game that he doesn't notice until Junsu grasps his hand and stares at him and something in his chest bounces like a deflated basketball.
"Sometimes you're dumb." There's still a fraction of a smile left but only Yoochun can see that.
"Give me a hint."
"Ask me a question."
Yoochun absentmindedly rubs his thumb along Junsu's knuckles in deep thought. "Is it tangible?"
"Sometimes"
"Can I smell it?"
"You like to."
"Is it alive?"
"When life is good."
The answer pops into his head like a bubble. A slow smile passes across Yoochun's lips and he wishes he could keep it forever. He captures Junsu's lips in a kiss. And it really did last forever.
"That's not it," Junsu barely whispers, pulling back slightly. Because of course it's hard to speak when your breath is caught somewhere between your toes and your knees.
"But you're it," Yoochun murmurs into the finite space between their pitifully smiling faces. And before Junsu can fill that space again, Yoochun abruptly taps him on the shoulder and darts towards the door.
"You're it!"
Junsu can't deny the stupidity of the situation and that just makes him laugh even harder. Soon he's running after Yoochun through the house like he's stolen his soul and wants it back and the cookies remain abandoned in the kitchen for the maknae to destroy later.
Paradise is easy. And everywhere.
But Paradise is hard to come by and only found in two places: Your heart. And mine.
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Yep. Definitely popped a Yoosu blood vessel. I'm bleeding fluff now~
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"Junsu, I love you. Don't make me murder you." He says it like a term of endearment.
The other remains comfortably seated at the kitchen table, eating the sugar cookies Changmin forced Jaejoong to make with red sprinkles that aren't half as sweet as the twinkle in his eye.
"Work harder, lazy," Eu kyang kyang disappears into another sugary bite.
Yoochun isn't sure why he's still playing this game but there's a part of him that's entertained by anything involving the words Junsu and treasure and mystery. He turns over yet another couch cushion, eyes on Junsu for any type of reaction.
"That's not it."
He lets out a low growl through smiling lips. The torture feels good. Even if the utter confusion doesn't sit so well on his conscience. There is something inside of Yoochun that commands him to find that Paradise Junsu keeps urging him to search for and something else churning within him telling him to stop caring and take a nap, but it doesn't matter and Junsu's still smiling.
"That's not it."
Yoochun emerges from the pantry with a stupid smile. The kind that says you're guilty but really, you're just in love.
"What is this Paradise--?"
"Not Paradise, moron. Paradise." He dusts the crumbs from his lips.
"Paradise?" Yoochun cocks an eyebrow and sidles up behind Junsu, draping his arms across his collarbones that always make him sigh. "What's the difference?"
"Paradise is just any old thing. Depends on how you look at it," Junsu pretends not to enjoy Yoochun's warmth but they both know he's glowing.
"How are you looking at it, Oh Wise One?" Yoochun chuckles into the other's ear.
"Well," He squinted. "Paradise can be a beach. Any beach. The kind with thousands of people playing volleyball all in the same square mile or the kind out on a secluded island where the sunset is great, but you've still got no food or compass."
Yoochun laughs inwardly, but keeps quiet because he knows Junsu's not finished. He's never finished.
"Or a ritzy resort in the middle of Saudi Arabia. Or a sandwich to a hobo. That can be a Paradise. Or standing in a room with the Beatles. Or eating chocolate from Sweden. Or not falling off the balcony. Or getting lost in the lingerie section. Or finishing a book about paradise, but it's paradise, not Paradise, or Paradise, mind you. Or outdancing Yunho. Or outdancing me. Or the inside of a diamond. Or experiencing nature on the windshield of your car. All possible Paradise."
Yoochun can't hold it in anymore and he's leaned over Junsu's shoulder laughing til he's using Junsu's body to clutch his stomach and shaking uncontrollably. But the other remains still; although, there is a tiny wink of a smile and that glimmer in his eyes.
"So what is Paradise?" For some reason he wishes he could ask that same question all day.
Junsu blinks for a moment and turns to look at Yoochun and he can't be sure if he's being completely serious now or if it's something else.
"Paradise is irreplaceable. Sweet, warm and fragile. But indestructible in the right hands." That strange look melts into a mischievous smirk and Junsu jabs Yoochun just below the rib cage. "Now find it."
Yoochun grabs a cookie, dropping little crumbs all over Junsu's jeans and skips away before Junsu can kick him and shout,
"That's not it!"
Junsu's smile is enough to spur Yoochun into searching the whole house--under Changmin's feet, in Yunho's sock drawer, in his bed, under the computer keyboard, in the shower--for a Paradise that doesn't seem to exist and is never it.
Every visit back into the kitchen is another "That's not it" and another bit of Junsu's smile wilts away.
The last time, Yoochun is so into this useless game that he doesn't notice until Junsu grasps his hand and stares at him and something in his chest bounces like a deflated basketball.
"Sometimes you're dumb." There's still a fraction of a smile left but only Yoochun can see that.
"Give me a hint."
"Ask me a question."
Yoochun absentmindedly rubs his thumb along Junsu's knuckles in deep thought. "Is it tangible?"
"Sometimes"
"Can I smell it?"
"You like to."
"Is it alive?"
"When life is good."
The answer pops into his head like a bubble. A slow smile passes across Yoochun's lips and he wishes he could keep it forever. He captures Junsu's lips in a kiss. And it really did last forever.
"That's not it," Junsu barely whispers, pulling back slightly. Because of course it's hard to speak when your breath is caught somewhere between your toes and your knees.
"But you're it," Yoochun murmurs into the finite space between their pitifully smiling faces. And before Junsu can fill that space again, Yoochun abruptly taps him on the shoulder and darts towards the door.
"You're it!"
Junsu can't deny the stupidity of the situation and that just makes him laugh even harder. Soon he's running after Yoochun through the house like he's stolen his soul and wants it back and the cookies remain abandoned in the kitchen for the maknae to destroy later.
Paradise is easy. And everywhere.
But Paradise is hard to come by and only found in two places: Your heart. And mine.
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Yep. Definitely popped a Yoosu blood vessel. I'm bleeding fluff now~
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