(you are) some kind of sun. (challenge #1: my love overflows just like rainwater) pg.
(you are) some kind of sun
410 words. PG.
- Super Junior; jungsu (not leeteuk) x heechul
author aoireeza.
summary kids could only run (away) so far.
notes no caps. disjointed. my first suju fic in a long while. and oh, i don't have an author tag yet. ^^ thanks, pureuda!
disclaimer i do not own these boys. SM does.
heechul can run - fast. he's the kind of person who'd go running in circles and never stop until his feet drop (or until he realizes that his hair is all over his face, whichever comes first). he's the kind of person who wouldn't listen to anyone, the type who'd go for farfetched dreams and call them just not their type. only lame people ever give up, that's what he always says, and he could only laugh at himself so much when he falls on his back, blindingly white snow around him. i can't run anymore. let's make snow angels, instead.
heechul stops breathing when jungsu lies beside him, a heap of snow soon covering his face. there can't be two of me. heechul doesn't understand, shivers in the cold for the whole world to see. jungsu is laughing, words hanging onto puffs of cool air. we could make something else, like - heechul stops because jungsu won't stop laughing, and because he feels like giving up. like a snowman? they're not kids anymore - they're twelve and they should be leaving the age of snowmen and petty snowball fights. snowmen are for losers, heechul retorts, bites back the cold and doesn't say we could be six again because they could. jungsu stands, dusts off the snow on his coat and thinks for a moment if he should extend a hand for heechul to hold on to.
an exposition, rising action, climax and a sudden resolution:
he's sure that heechul will blame him for the snow on his hair.
if he tried reasoning out, heechul with throw snowballs at him.
heechul will soon realize that they're having a snowball fight.
heechul will win by a total knockout.
you're such a kid. i don't even know why i'm with you. heechul shakes the last puffs of snow off his coat. they're off to conquer the nearest fast-food restaurant, probably McDonald's, and the next snowballs will be french fries. and you're such a loser. you should be like me. jungsu laughs and catches heechul's smile in the cold air. i'll win tomorrow, jungsu replies, and heechul nods, smirks. no use, though. you'll lose, anyway. loser. tomorrow, they'll be making snow angels and ending the day with a snowball fight just to see if they could conquer the world. heechul will win and they'll be throwing french fries at each other again. it's an endless cycle.
the day after that, they'll be running.
410 words. PG.
- Super Junior; jungsu (not leeteuk) x heechul
author aoireeza.
summary kids could only run (away) so far.
notes no caps. disjointed. my first suju fic in a long while. and oh, i don't have an author tag yet. ^^ thanks, pureuda!
disclaimer i do not own these boys. SM does.
heechul can run - fast. he's the kind of person who'd go running in circles and never stop until his feet drop (or until he realizes that his hair is all over his face, whichever comes first). he's the kind of person who wouldn't listen to anyone, the type who'd go for farfetched dreams and call them just not their type. only lame people ever give up, that's what he always says, and he could only laugh at himself so much when he falls on his back, blindingly white snow around him. i can't run anymore. let's make snow angels, instead.
heechul stops breathing when jungsu lies beside him, a heap of snow soon covering his face. there can't be two of me. heechul doesn't understand, shivers in the cold for the whole world to see. jungsu is laughing, words hanging onto puffs of cool air. we could make something else, like - heechul stops because jungsu won't stop laughing, and because he feels like giving up. like a snowman? they're not kids anymore - they're twelve and they should be leaving the age of snowmen and petty snowball fights. snowmen are for losers, heechul retorts, bites back the cold and doesn't say we could be six again because they could. jungsu stands, dusts off the snow on his coat and thinks for a moment if he should extend a hand for heechul to hold on to.
an exposition, rising action, climax and a sudden resolution:
he's sure that heechul will blame him for the snow on his hair.
if he tried reasoning out, heechul with throw snowballs at him.
heechul will soon realize that they're having a snowball fight.
heechul will win by a total knockout.
you're such a kid. i don't even know why i'm with you. heechul shakes the last puffs of snow off his coat. they're off to conquer the nearest fast-food restaurant, probably McDonald's, and the next snowballs will be french fries. and you're such a loser. you should be like me. jungsu laughs and catches heechul's smile in the cold air. i'll win tomorrow, jungsu replies, and heechul nods, smirks. no use, though. you'll lose, anyway. loser. tomorrow, they'll be making snow angels and ending the day with a snowball fight just to see if they could conquer the world. heechul will win and they'll be throwing french fries at each other again. it's an endless cycle.
the day after that, they'll be running.