Kiss2
It's raining (and I love the rain) and this was just waiting to be written. ^_^
They’re drenched, the water sinking through their clothes, past their skin and to their bones. Yunho shivers, rubbing absently at his arms as someone throws a large fluffy towel over his shoulders that he immediately and thankfully pulls close around himself. Junsu is hopping about on one leg, already trying extract himself from clothes that are suctioned onto his body, wet smacking sounds filling the air as he fights with his pants. Yoochun is muttering about germs and colds and bones, and Changmin’s head is buried under about three towels, trying to dry out his hair and ears and everything else. They all a far cry from the suave, strong entertainers they’d been only minutes before, sliding around on stage heroically as the rain smashed down on them. Now, backstage, weary and cold, they had the look of disgruntled, drowned rats.
The door bounces open again and their missing fifth comes in, and Yunho’s breath catches as he turns to look at Jaejoong.
He’s every inch as soaked as they are, but he glows with it. There’s a frenetic energy radiating from him, his face lit with exhilaration and his eyes wide and full of the wild. He looks like some mythical sea creature, like the water has enshrouded him and claimed him for it’s own, transforming him into an otherworldly sprite.
Yunho’s drawn in, Jaejoong’s allure irresistible, and the singer’s large expressive eyes blink with curiosity as he finds himself crushed against Yunho, faced with Yunho’s expression of near awe.
Any words are stolen as Yunho presses forward, enchanted, and their lips meet in a crushing embrace. The kiss is deep and searching, and Jaejoong finds he can only submit to it as Yunho holds him tighter, as if he would somehow slip away.
They’re drenched, the water sinking through their clothes, past their skin and to their bones. Yunho shivers, rubbing absently at his arms as someone throws a large fluffy towel over his shoulders that he immediately and thankfully pulls close around himself. Junsu is hopping about on one leg, already trying extract himself from clothes that are suctioned onto his body, wet smacking sounds filling the air as he fights with his pants. Yoochun is muttering about germs and colds and bones, and Changmin’s head is buried under about three towels, trying to dry out his hair and ears and everything else. They all a far cry from the suave, strong entertainers they’d been only minutes before, sliding around on stage heroically as the rain smashed down on them. Now, backstage, weary and cold, they had the look of disgruntled, drowned rats.
The door bounces open again and their missing fifth comes in, and Yunho’s breath catches as he turns to look at Jaejoong.
He’s every inch as soaked as they are, but he glows with it. There’s a frenetic energy radiating from him, his face lit with exhilaration and his eyes wide and full of the wild. He looks like some mythical sea creature, like the water has enshrouded him and claimed him for it’s own, transforming him into an otherworldly sprite.
Yunho’s drawn in, Jaejoong’s allure irresistible, and the singer’s large expressive eyes blink with curiosity as he finds himself crushed against Yunho, faced with Yunho’s expression of near awe.
Any words are stolen as Yunho presses forward, enchanted, and their lips meet in a crushing embrace. The kiss is deep and searching, and Jaejoong finds he can only submit to it as Yunho holds him tighter, as if he would somehow slip away.