Fic - Lovesick.
Title: Lovesick
Rating: PG
Pairing:Yoosu
And sometimes you think too much. Maybe it's a habit you can't kick - kind of like smoking but you think that you're probably less dependent on thinking anyway. Jaejoong thinks it's best to leave you alone - saying you'll work it out without yourself - cry it out yourself at worst. He knows you - says you're frustrated, probably overworked; strike that, definitely overworked. You nod, sipping the rest of the sour apple juice you guys own. How everyone can drink this, you don't know. Nothing tastes right, nothing feels right. The glass is a little too cold, and the liquid - despite just coming out of the fridge - is a little too warm.
Junsu sneaks up behind you, holding you - as if you were a delicate little flower; sometimes you can say you hate it, other times you love it. His chin rests on your shoulder, like he wants to listen to you gulp the rest of this delicious drink down. You find it a little horrendous the way you gulp loudly, and so you consciously take smaller sips. His head is still on your shoulder, his arms still around your waist - you wonder why. Your train of thought is more along the lines of: why doesnt he leave you alone; why does he hold you like that; why dont you want him to let go.
Kind of like that.
And it'll feel better when you cry, maybe. Your chest hurts and you can feel the fall and rise of his against your own. You'll feel better. You just need time.
"Does it feel like you're going to explode?" You can feel his Adam's apple vibrate on you. Weird, maybe. Comforting, more likely. You want to say yes. Hell yes. Fucking yes. But maybe that apple juice was actually too sweet; and all the sugar is still caught in your throat, choking your words.
And you wish you were used to being strong. Oh how you want to be strong. Junsu wouldn't have to hold right now; your knees feel like jelly. I want to be strong, Junsu. You think you said it, maybe right into his ear, with your head arched back and you, staring at the ceiling as if hoping for some salvation.
"You drank too much again." Did you? Maybe you did. Apple juice.
"Junsu, make it stop." It's funny, the way he looks at you. Irony is how being lovesick doesn't make you feel sick at all. In fact, it's being in love that makes you want to puke your guts out; anything to get those butterflies to leave. His hold on you loosens just the tiniest but, but you it's enough for you to notice.
Make it stop, Junsu. And his hold just tightens.
That just makes the butterflies fight against leaving.
Rating: PG
Pairing:Yoosu
And sometimes you think too much. Maybe it's a habit you can't kick - kind of like smoking but you think that you're probably less dependent on thinking anyway. Jaejoong thinks it's best to leave you alone - saying you'll work it out without yourself - cry it out yourself at worst. He knows you - says you're frustrated, probably overworked; strike that, definitely overworked. You nod, sipping the rest of the sour apple juice you guys own. How everyone can drink this, you don't know. Nothing tastes right, nothing feels right. The glass is a little too cold, and the liquid - despite just coming out of the fridge - is a little too warm.
Junsu sneaks up behind you, holding you - as if you were a delicate little flower; sometimes you can say you hate it, other times you love it. His chin rests on your shoulder, like he wants to listen to you gulp the rest of this delicious drink down. You find it a little horrendous the way you gulp loudly, and so you consciously take smaller sips. His head is still on your shoulder, his arms still around your waist - you wonder why. Your train of thought is more along the lines of: why doesnt he leave you alone; why does he hold you like that; why dont you want him to let go.
Kind of like that.
And it'll feel better when you cry, maybe. Your chest hurts and you can feel the fall and rise of his against your own. You'll feel better. You just need time.
"Does it feel like you're going to explode?" You can feel his Adam's apple vibrate on you. Weird, maybe. Comforting, more likely. You want to say yes. Hell yes. Fucking yes. But maybe that apple juice was actually too sweet; and all the sugar is still caught in your throat, choking your words.
And you wish you were used to being strong. Oh how you want to be strong. Junsu wouldn't have to hold right now; your knees feel like jelly. I want to be strong, Junsu. You think you said it, maybe right into his ear, with your head arched back and you, staring at the ceiling as if hoping for some salvation.
"You drank too much again." Did you? Maybe you did. Apple juice.
"Junsu, make it stop." It's funny, the way he looks at you. Irony is how being lovesick doesn't make you feel sick at all. In fact, it's being in love that makes you want to puke your guts out; anything to get those butterflies to leave. His hold on you loosens just the tiniest but, but you it's enough for you to notice.
Make it stop, Junsu. And his hold just tightens.
That just makes the butterflies fight against leaving.