No Talking; yoomin; for dbsk_flashfic
No Talking ( xpost)
yoomin (that really wanted to be a yoosu, but hamano_michiyo is persuasive)
235 words
"What do you think about love, Changmin?"
"I think I think nothing about it."
"You think?"
"Quite often, in fact."
//
"Ew. Get away from me." It's easy to brush Yoochun away when he still smells like cigarettes. 'Unhealthy', you think, and Junsu's words echo in your head, 'The cigarette is the devil's stick.'
Yoochun mumbles something under his breath, throwing his pack of cigs on the table in front of you, giving you a look and walking away.
"I'll throw them out."
"Whatever." He turns around, smiling at you before going into the bathroom.
//
"I can be your addiction if you want to get hooked on me instead." It's a quiet kind of confession, if a confession at all. The one and only thing you've never known how to talk about with Yoochun is love. You watch him in the corner of your eye, confused by the smile that forms around his cigarette, and look away before he can see you. "Umm, and I'm healthier."
"Why do you say stupid things like that?"
You want to say that you don't think any of what you say is stupid. In fact, you think you're pretty witty and brilliant most of the time. You practiced that line for weeks (to the point where Junsu told you to 'just tell Yoochun already'). But you don't get to say any of that.
His lips are in the way.
yoomin (that really wanted to be a yoosu, but hamano_michiyo is persuasive)
235 words
"What do you think about love, Changmin?"
"I think I think nothing about it."
"You think?"
"Quite often, in fact."
//
"Ew. Get away from me." It's easy to brush Yoochun away when he still smells like cigarettes. 'Unhealthy', you think, and Junsu's words echo in your head, 'The cigarette is the devil's stick.'
Yoochun mumbles something under his breath, throwing his pack of cigs on the table in front of you, giving you a look and walking away.
"I'll throw them out."
"Whatever." He turns around, smiling at you before going into the bathroom.
//
"I can be your addiction if you want to get hooked on me instead." It's a quiet kind of confession, if a confession at all. The one and only thing you've never known how to talk about with Yoochun is love. You watch him in the corner of your eye, confused by the smile that forms around his cigarette, and look away before he can see you. "Umm, and I'm healthier."
"Why do you say stupid things like that?"
You want to say that you don't think any of what you say is stupid. In fact, you think you're pretty witty and brilliant most of the time. You practiced that line for weeks (to the point where Junsu told you to 'just tell Yoochun already'). But you don't get to say any of that.
His lips are in the way.