round 03, challenge two: drabble one
Title: Secret House
Fandom and Pairing: Super Junior; Kangin/Leeteuk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Some dreams are better left undreamt.
Warnings: Suggested nudity.
The secret house has a leaky roof and a rusty unhinged fence that whistles greetings in tune with the wind. The silly hydrophobic dog wraps itself around your feet, boxing them in furry warmth, and you stoop down to feed it stale biscuits out of your hand. You’re waiting on the monthly check to make that trip to the supermarket. “Don’t forget to empty out the buckets,” you remind him, one hand tickling him awake below the ear. (He saves the rainwater for cold showers, teasing, “Enough heat between the two of us, anyway.” Thin body shivering as he rubs soapy circles over his stomach and sides. You bite your lip, think: A gust of wind could easily carry him away, away from me forever.
One finger waggle, and you’ve never gotten naked faster in your life.)
His nose crinkle jolts you back, and you force open heavy lids, shake power into your legs, your numb arms. You find him in the kitchen, reorganizing the utensils that have been misplaced. “What if we-“ You are on the verge of shouting, your lungs hurt so much from the silence. But he asks, “Good nap?” and all you say is “Yeah.”
Fandom and Pairing: Super Junior; Kangin/Leeteuk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Some dreams are better left undreamt.
Warnings: Suggested nudity.
The secret house has a leaky roof and a rusty unhinged fence that whistles greetings in tune with the wind. The silly hydrophobic dog wraps itself around your feet, boxing them in furry warmth, and you stoop down to feed it stale biscuits out of your hand. You’re waiting on the monthly check to make that trip to the supermarket. “Don’t forget to empty out the buckets,” you remind him, one hand tickling him awake below the ear. (He saves the rainwater for cold showers, teasing, “Enough heat between the two of us, anyway.” Thin body shivering as he rubs soapy circles over his stomach and sides. You bite your lip, think: A gust of wind could easily carry him away, away from me forever.
One finger waggle, and you’ve never gotten naked faster in your life.)
His nose crinkle jolts you back, and you force open heavy lids, shake power into your legs, your numb arms. You find him in the kitchen, reorganizing the utensils that have been misplaced. “What if we-“ You are on the verge of shouting, your lungs hurt so much from the silence. But he asks, “Good nap?” and all you say is “Yeah.”