1。linger
Linger
Yoochun/Junsu
G ; 1360 w.
A/N: Yep, nothing much to say about this one. :) I guess, expect warm, fluffy!YooSu? Enjoy.
Linger
If you -
If you could return,
Don't let it burn
Don't let it fade
The Cranberries - Linger
Junsu sleeps in Yoochun’s room one night.
"Yoochun, it's so cold."
Rubbing his feet underneath the heavy weight of the comforters, Junsu makes his voice loud enough for Yoochun to hear inside the bathroom of another five star suite that they’re currently staying in.
"Make the temperature higher, I'm freezing," he moans, vainly wrapping his arms around his self as he curls up beneath the sheets, making an effort to stay warm with the body heat that his tired, aching body can only provide him with.
"Hey!" Yoochun's muffled scream is heard outside the bathroom as white foam splutters out of his mouth and onto the clear, wide, bathroom mirror. His voice echoes and reverberates through the cold marble walls; the chilliness of the surroundings seeps through his skin, making his whole body shiver.
If Yoochun's able to take the coldness inside the bathroom - aside from the fact that he's known for being fond of the cold - then why can't Junsu stop complaining when he's pretty sure that the temperature's warmer in the room itself? He's also certain that there are enough blankets, pillows and comforters that are capable of keeping him warm, lying around and about on the beds. Wrapping his bathrobe tighter around his body, he cranes his neck upwards, gargles water and spits it out on the sink.
"My room, my rules.” Yoochun says matter of factly, looking at his pale, fatigued looking self in the mirror as slightly red rimmed eyes stare right back at him. He parts his lips and breathes out, feeling a cool, pleasant, minty aftertaste surface inside his mouth. He washes his toothbrush with the glass he used and places it neatly on the corner.
“You lost the game with Jaejoong, now you have to accept the consequence."
Junsu lays flat on the middle of the bed, idly staring up at the ceiling.
"I did not lose," he says, momentarily regretting how pathetic he sounds but shrugs it off right away, deciding that he's too tired to care anyway.
Junsu imagines Yoochun snickering in the bathroom.
"Yes you did!" came Yoochun’s reply, accompanied by the loud, familiar laughter that makes the sides of Junsu's lips upturn slightly.
Junsu sighs. He's supposed to share a room with Yunho tonight but alas, a verbal fight among the two oldest ones had occurred, hurtful and degrading words have been exchanged and Jaejoong, being the persistent one, persuades Junsu to exchange rooms with him so he could fix things and make amends with the leader.
If Junsu knows any better - which he probably does, he likes to think - he’s pretty sure that the two just pretended to have a fight so Jaejoong could make up another excuse for them to be able to sleep in one room together again tonight. Management hasn’t been too keen on the fact this has been happening lately - even more often than usual - so they always come up with lame, random and unreasonable excuses that the management, most of the time, roll their eyes at.
Yoochun switches off the bathroom lights and steps out of the bathroom, only wearing black boxers under thick, comfortable, white robes. It's definitely warmer out here, he thinks to himself as he walks towards the edge of the spacey room where all the light switches are located at.
"I'm turning off the lights now," he announces, peering over his shoulder to find Junsu's back facing him, body curled up and covered beneath thick, white comforters. He yawns and stretches, feeling the unpleasant strain of his muscles and his exhausted limbs ache from too many hours of dance practice. Feeling completely drained of energy, he turns the light switches off, leaving the room completely dark except for the dim light of the night lamp that stands on top of the bedside table between the two beds.
Yoochun pads across the room to the empty space between the two beds. Considering the possible outcomes, he stands there in the middle, eyes darting from the unoccupied bed on his right to Junsu’s hunched back on his left.
Yoochun stays standing there for quite some time, still and undecided. He then sticks with a decision and tugs on the dangling string of the night lamp, switching it off before he slips under the covers.
A rustle of sheets and Junsu squirms on the bed, a hint of annoyance evident in the impatient tone of his voice, "What?"
"You said you were cold."
Junsu opens his eyes to the pitch black darkness of his surroundings and doesn't say a word as Yoochun, seemingly hesitant at first, inches closer to him. Skin against skin, their arms brush against each other's as Yoochun deftly slips an arm around his waist.
Yoochun pauses.
Frowning at the alarming heat of Junsu's skin, he reaches his hand to touch Junsu's neck then his eyes shoot open amid the darkness. Unwrapping his arm from Junsu's torso, he brushes his palm along the length of Junsu's arm. Junsu's body is heating up.
“Go away,” Junsu mutters, half-heartedly trying to wiggle his arm out of Yoochun’s grip, ”You might get sick."
Yoochun stays still, slightly irritated but at the same time, admiring how stubborn Junsu is when it comes to letting people know whether he's sick or not.
"And leave you here freezing your butt off all throughout the night?” Yoochun says, this time carefully wrapping his body around Junsu's, making sure he's not suffocating him as he makes himself more comfortable, “I don’t think so."
"Just make the temperature higher, Yoochun," Junsu snaps back.
Actions are contradicted by his words when Junsu unconsciously leans his back to Yoochun's chest, hungry for the warmth that only Yoochun's touch can give him at the moment. He shudders at the sensation and curls up into a ball, letting Yoochun's body envelope him and tower over his.
"No.”
“Please?” Junsu lightly kicks at the sheets. Yoochun gradually wraps a leg around Junsu's, which the latter doesn't object to.
They remain silent for awhile, adjusting to each other's bodies wrapped around each other, both aware that they're both still awake.
Junsu leans in closer and relaxes to Yoochun's touch. Opening his eyes to the still darkness, he worries at how right this feels.
“You should’ve told me earlier that you’re sick," Yoochun quietly says, a tinge of morose felt in the tone of his deep voice. Junsu's chest tightens a bit, feeling rather regretful for making Yoochun feel like an inconsiderate asshole.
Yoochun slowly brushes Junsu's hair away from his forehead in a soothing manner.
"I would’ve made the temperature a bit warmer, you know," Yoochun wraps his arm around Junsu's waist and rests his hand over Junsu's.
“I’m telling you now,” Junsu whispers, fingers lightly clasping Yoochun’s pale, slender ones.
“Yeah, but I’m already here and I'm already comfortable." Yoochun closes his eyes and rests his head beside Junsu's hair, taking in Junsu's scent. "I don't want to move. Do you want me to move?”
Junsu breathes steadily, eyes open and wide awake to the darkness. He doesn't know why he feels sad all of a sudden, secretly contemplating on how pleasant it feels to be held like this every night for the rest of his life. He closes his eyes and feels his body fall more ill by the second, predicting a high fever to come the next day. He closes his eyes and pushes his back a little more to Yoochun. No.
Inhaling the scent of Junsu's hair, Yoochun buries his face in the crook of Junsu's neck. He closes his eyes and feels a pleasant warmth permeate his insides, feeling satisfied and content knowing how perfectly they fit together like this.
“We're fine," he mumbles, feeling Junsu's slow, steady breathing against his chest.
"Sleep," Yoochun whispers finally, gingerly kissing the back of Junsu’s head before they fall into a deep slumber.
The following night, when it's Jaejoong's turn to share a room with Yoochun and everything seems to fall back into routine, Junsu tells Jaejoong that he and Yoochun had a fight.
Yoochun/Junsu
G ; 1360 w.
A/N: Yep, nothing much to say about this one. :) I guess, expect warm, fluffy!YooSu? Enjoy.
Linger
If you -
If you could return,
Don't let it burn
Don't let it fade
The Cranberries - Linger
Junsu sleeps in Yoochun’s room one night.
"Yoochun, it's so cold."
Rubbing his feet underneath the heavy weight of the comforters, Junsu makes his voice loud enough for Yoochun to hear inside the bathroom of another five star suite that they’re currently staying in.
"Make the temperature higher, I'm freezing," he moans, vainly wrapping his arms around his self as he curls up beneath the sheets, making an effort to stay warm with the body heat that his tired, aching body can only provide him with.
"Hey!" Yoochun's muffled scream is heard outside the bathroom as white foam splutters out of his mouth and onto the clear, wide, bathroom mirror. His voice echoes and reverberates through the cold marble walls; the chilliness of the surroundings seeps through his skin, making his whole body shiver.
If Yoochun's able to take the coldness inside the bathroom - aside from the fact that he's known for being fond of the cold - then why can't Junsu stop complaining when he's pretty sure that the temperature's warmer in the room itself? He's also certain that there are enough blankets, pillows and comforters that are capable of keeping him warm, lying around and about on the beds. Wrapping his bathrobe tighter around his body, he cranes his neck upwards, gargles water and spits it out on the sink.
"My room, my rules.” Yoochun says matter of factly, looking at his pale, fatigued looking self in the mirror as slightly red rimmed eyes stare right back at him. He parts his lips and breathes out, feeling a cool, pleasant, minty aftertaste surface inside his mouth. He washes his toothbrush with the glass he used and places it neatly on the corner.
“You lost the game with Jaejoong, now you have to accept the consequence."
Junsu lays flat on the middle of the bed, idly staring up at the ceiling.
"I did not lose," he says, momentarily regretting how pathetic he sounds but shrugs it off right away, deciding that he's too tired to care anyway.
Junsu imagines Yoochun snickering in the bathroom.
"Yes you did!" came Yoochun’s reply, accompanied by the loud, familiar laughter that makes the sides of Junsu's lips upturn slightly.
Junsu sighs. He's supposed to share a room with Yunho tonight but alas, a verbal fight among the two oldest ones had occurred, hurtful and degrading words have been exchanged and Jaejoong, being the persistent one, persuades Junsu to exchange rooms with him so he could fix things and make amends with the leader.
If Junsu knows any better - which he probably does, he likes to think - he’s pretty sure that the two just pretended to have a fight so Jaejoong could make up another excuse for them to be able to sleep in one room together again tonight. Management hasn’t been too keen on the fact this has been happening lately - even more often than usual - so they always come up with lame, random and unreasonable excuses that the management, most of the time, roll their eyes at.
Yoochun switches off the bathroom lights and steps out of the bathroom, only wearing black boxers under thick, comfortable, white robes. It's definitely warmer out here, he thinks to himself as he walks towards the edge of the spacey room where all the light switches are located at.
"I'm turning off the lights now," he announces, peering over his shoulder to find Junsu's back facing him, body curled up and covered beneath thick, white comforters. He yawns and stretches, feeling the unpleasant strain of his muscles and his exhausted limbs ache from too many hours of dance practice. Feeling completely drained of energy, he turns the light switches off, leaving the room completely dark except for the dim light of the night lamp that stands on top of the bedside table between the two beds.
Yoochun pads across the room to the empty space between the two beds. Considering the possible outcomes, he stands there in the middle, eyes darting from the unoccupied bed on his right to Junsu’s hunched back on his left.
Yoochun stays standing there for quite some time, still and undecided. He then sticks with a decision and tugs on the dangling string of the night lamp, switching it off before he slips under the covers.
A rustle of sheets and Junsu squirms on the bed, a hint of annoyance evident in the impatient tone of his voice, "What?"
"You said you were cold."
Junsu opens his eyes to the pitch black darkness of his surroundings and doesn't say a word as Yoochun, seemingly hesitant at first, inches closer to him. Skin against skin, their arms brush against each other's as Yoochun deftly slips an arm around his waist.
Yoochun pauses.
Frowning at the alarming heat of Junsu's skin, he reaches his hand to touch Junsu's neck then his eyes shoot open amid the darkness. Unwrapping his arm from Junsu's torso, he brushes his palm along the length of Junsu's arm. Junsu's body is heating up.
“Go away,” Junsu mutters, half-heartedly trying to wiggle his arm out of Yoochun’s grip, ”You might get sick."
Yoochun stays still, slightly irritated but at the same time, admiring how stubborn Junsu is when it comes to letting people know whether he's sick or not.
"And leave you here freezing your butt off all throughout the night?” Yoochun says, this time carefully wrapping his body around Junsu's, making sure he's not suffocating him as he makes himself more comfortable, “I don’t think so."
"Just make the temperature higher, Yoochun," Junsu snaps back.
Actions are contradicted by his words when Junsu unconsciously leans his back to Yoochun's chest, hungry for the warmth that only Yoochun's touch can give him at the moment. He shudders at the sensation and curls up into a ball, letting Yoochun's body envelope him and tower over his.
"No.”
“Please?” Junsu lightly kicks at the sheets. Yoochun gradually wraps a leg around Junsu's, which the latter doesn't object to.
They remain silent for awhile, adjusting to each other's bodies wrapped around each other, both aware that they're both still awake.
Junsu leans in closer and relaxes to Yoochun's touch. Opening his eyes to the still darkness, he worries at how right this feels.
“You should’ve told me earlier that you’re sick," Yoochun quietly says, a tinge of morose felt in the tone of his deep voice. Junsu's chest tightens a bit, feeling rather regretful for making Yoochun feel like an inconsiderate asshole.
Yoochun slowly brushes Junsu's hair away from his forehead in a soothing manner.
"I would’ve made the temperature a bit warmer, you know," Yoochun wraps his arm around Junsu's waist and rests his hand over Junsu's.
“I’m telling you now,” Junsu whispers, fingers lightly clasping Yoochun’s pale, slender ones.
“Yeah, but I’m already here and I'm already comfortable." Yoochun closes his eyes and rests his head beside Junsu's hair, taking in Junsu's scent. "I don't want to move. Do you want me to move?”
Junsu breathes steadily, eyes open and wide awake to the darkness. He doesn't know why he feels sad all of a sudden, secretly contemplating on how pleasant it feels to be held like this every night for the rest of his life. He closes his eyes and feels his body fall more ill by the second, predicting a high fever to come the next day. He closes his eyes and pushes his back a little more to Yoochun. No.
Inhaling the scent of Junsu's hair, Yoochun buries his face in the crook of Junsu's neck. He closes his eyes and feels a pleasant warmth permeate his insides, feeling satisfied and content knowing how perfectly they fit together like this.
“We're fine," he mumbles, feeling Junsu's slow, steady breathing against his chest.
"Sleep," Yoochun whispers finally, gingerly kissing the back of Junsu’s head before they fall into a deep slumber.
The following night, when it's Jaejoong's turn to share a room with Yoochun and everything seems to fall back into routine, Junsu tells Jaejoong that he and Yoochun had a fight.