damp fields (drabble)
Title: damp fields
Pairing: doojoon/junhyung
Word Count: 507
Rating: PG
Warnings: drug usage, language
Summary: What boys do instead of going to class.
Notes: Filled drabble meme request for raenism.
Nothing gives Doojoon a greater feeling of accomplishment than convincing the prude Yong Junhyung to skip class and sneak a smoke out in the fields. "Meet me in the back hallway in five," he whispers over his shoulder when the teacher isn't looking. The smack on the back of the head is answer enough, but five minutes later after Doojoon runs out of the room crying out to his teacher something about "explosive diarrhea," Junhyung comes slowly down the hall to join him at the doors.
"I knew you'd show," Doojoon says with a smirk, and Junhyung just twists his lips and shoves the door open with his shoulder. One minute and exactly twenty-three seconds later they're sprawled in the still slightly damp grass and Junhyung's already rolling paper and magic between his expert fingers.
Doojoon's eyes linger on his friend's fingers, long and artistic. Junhyung catches his gaze and mutters, "You have stubby thumbs," as if reading Doojoon's mind.
"And you have fat lips," he retorts and snatches the finished blunt from those damn perfect fingers. Lighting it, he takes a long, greedy drag and lets his eyes fall close. The grass feels cool against his skin and he doesn't mind the way the slight moisture from the ground seeps through his cotton uniform. He feels a warm puff of air of his face and isn't surprised in the least to find Junhyung hovering inches above his when he opens his eyes. A smile tingles on his lips and cheeks and he giggles at Junhyung's permanently scowling eyes.
"At least fat lips are useful," he mumbles, calmly taking back his joint with his free hand- his other is somewhere beyond Doojoon's realm of vision, probably supporting Junhyung somehow as his movements don't affect his tantalizing hovering over Doojoon's face. "What the hell can you do with stubby thumbs?"
"Gouge out really bulgy eyes?" Doojoon replies, but his eyes and mind wander as he watches Junhyung take a drag. His chest rises slightly as he inhales and his nostrils flare just a bit as he blows out the smoke.
"I suppose," he says around the rolled paper which now dangles from his lips. "But you know what fat lips are good for?" He raises an eyebrow and Doojoon feels a grin spread across his face.
"Beyond the obvious?" He gives his friend a suggestive wink, rising to the challenge. There's only the slightest roll of the eyes before Junhyung takes another, deeper inhale and holds it. Doojoon's mouth hangs open, in awe or in stupidity, it doesn't matter, but his eyes flutter closed again as Junhyung leans in. Junhyung's lips are soft, but they barely touch Doojoon's as his mouth fill with the rough, sweet taste of weed smoke. He breathes in instinctively and when he goes to exhale, Junhyung is already gone.
He's not sure how long it takes before he can respond. "Wait, that had nothing to do with your lips." Junhyung punches him in the shoulder and they reluctantly consider going back to class.
Pairing: doojoon/junhyung
Word Count: 507
Rating: PG
Warnings: drug usage, language
Summary: What boys do instead of going to class.
Notes: Filled drabble meme request for raenism.
Nothing gives Doojoon a greater feeling of accomplishment than convincing the prude Yong Junhyung to skip class and sneak a smoke out in the fields. "Meet me in the back hallway in five," he whispers over his shoulder when the teacher isn't looking. The smack on the back of the head is answer enough, but five minutes later after Doojoon runs out of the room crying out to his teacher something about "explosive diarrhea," Junhyung comes slowly down the hall to join him at the doors.
"I knew you'd show," Doojoon says with a smirk, and Junhyung just twists his lips and shoves the door open with his shoulder. One minute and exactly twenty-three seconds later they're sprawled in the still slightly damp grass and Junhyung's already rolling paper and magic between his expert fingers.
Doojoon's eyes linger on his friend's fingers, long and artistic. Junhyung catches his gaze and mutters, "You have stubby thumbs," as if reading Doojoon's mind.
"And you have fat lips," he retorts and snatches the finished blunt from those damn perfect fingers. Lighting it, he takes a long, greedy drag and lets his eyes fall close. The grass feels cool against his skin and he doesn't mind the way the slight moisture from the ground seeps through his cotton uniform. He feels a warm puff of air of his face and isn't surprised in the least to find Junhyung hovering inches above his when he opens his eyes. A smile tingles on his lips and cheeks and he giggles at Junhyung's permanently scowling eyes.
"At least fat lips are useful," he mumbles, calmly taking back his joint with his free hand- his other is somewhere beyond Doojoon's realm of vision, probably supporting Junhyung somehow as his movements don't affect his tantalizing hovering over Doojoon's face. "What the hell can you do with stubby thumbs?"
"Gouge out really bulgy eyes?" Doojoon replies, but his eyes and mind wander as he watches Junhyung take a drag. His chest rises slightly as he inhales and his nostrils flare just a bit as he blows out the smoke.
"I suppose," he says around the rolled paper which now dangles from his lips. "But you know what fat lips are good for?" He raises an eyebrow and Doojoon feels a grin spread across his face.
"Beyond the obvious?" He gives his friend a suggestive wink, rising to the challenge. There's only the slightest roll of the eyes before Junhyung takes another, deeper inhale and holds it. Doojoon's mouth hangs open, in awe or in stupidity, it doesn't matter, but his eyes flutter closed again as Junhyung leans in. Junhyung's lips are soft, but they barely touch Doojoon's as his mouth fill with the rough, sweet taste of weed smoke. He breathes in instinctively and when he goes to exhale, Junhyung is already gone.
He's not sure how long it takes before he can respond. "Wait, that had nothing to do with your lips." Junhyung punches him in the shoulder and they reluctantly consider going back to class.