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writetomyheart2014-12-26 12:07 am
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[Team One] It's Christmas Time in the city
So I wasn't going to write christmas fic (totally had vampire fic all planned) and then suddenly this appeared and I like it, so thus christmas fic (I think???) Also i'm just stupidly weak to sutao, shut up.
SO MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL even though it's over for like, everyone but one timezone. 8D;;; *waves tinsel at*
In the morning, Junmyeon was going to regret this.
‘This’ being the tall and lanky teenager now standing in his entryway, nearly half a foot taller than Junmyeon himself, carefully toeing off worn boots. He has that wide eyed look of uncertainty – but Junmyeon can’t blame him, fifteen minutes ago he’d been hunched near a dumpster outside Junmyeon’s apartment complex. His clothes are as worn as his boots, though Junmyeon is sure that those rips in his jeans had once been artistic, though now they are just sad and tattered.
His name is apparently Zitao.
(They both have reasons to not be doing this. Zitao could be a serial killer. Junmyeon could be a serial killer.)
“What do I…?” Zitao began after an awkward pause and Junmyeon snaps to, realizing he’d zoned out in contemplation, shaking his head.
“Yeah, sorry,” he said, walking into the actual apartment. “Would you like a shower? I can get you a towel and you can just use whatever I’ve got in there. The door locks from the inside, of course,” he added, feeling the need to assure Zitao of the fact that Junmyeon had no sinister or ulterior motives. A part of him couldn’t let it go, the fact that Zitao would risk coming inside with him because for some reason, this boy had nowhere else to go on Christmas Eve. Junmyeon was just lonely, but Zitao… Zitao had a story.
“A shower would be wonderful,” Zitao agrees with a tentative smile. It changes his entire face, making his eyes glint with starlight and Junmyeon knows he’ll get lost if he looks too closely, so he turns and shuffles off to fetch a clean towel and an oversized fluffy robe – Zitao’s too tall and probably too broad in the shoulders to fit most anything Junmyeon owned.
He is going to regret this, he reiterates as Zitao slips into the bathroom and locks the door behind him. Even if Zitao is just a kid out of luck, Junmyeon has brought him to his apartment and that just doesn’t sound like him at all. There were all the terrible implications of bringing in a young and gorgeous male up to his apartment with no prior relationship than a rather bizarre conversation next to an overflowing dumpster. There was the fact that Junmeyon didn’t know anything about Zitao and the fact that Zitao could be lying through his teeth, like some sort of sick game. And to top it all off, Junmyeon was obviously, apparently, the type of person who didn’t actually have plans for Christmas Eve.
But as he listened to the water begin to run, knowing that Zitao had the water on as hot as it would go, he found himself surprisingly unworried. Tomorrow would come, and with it all sorts of problems, but until it came…
Junmyeon planned on making hot chocolate and putting on a terrible Christmas movie, maybe finding out the rest of Zitao’s story.
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SO MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL even though it's over for like, everyone but one timezone. 8D;;; *waves tinsel at*
In the morning, Junmyeon was going to regret this.
‘This’ being the tall and lanky teenager now standing in his entryway, nearly half a foot taller than Junmyeon himself, carefully toeing off worn boots. He has that wide eyed look of uncertainty – but Junmyeon can’t blame him, fifteen minutes ago he’d been hunched near a dumpster outside Junmyeon’s apartment complex. His clothes are as worn as his boots, though Junmyeon is sure that those rips in his jeans had once been artistic, though now they are just sad and tattered.
His name is apparently Zitao.
(They both have reasons to not be doing this. Zitao could be a serial killer. Junmyeon could be a serial killer.)
“What do I…?” Zitao began after an awkward pause and Junmyeon snaps to, realizing he’d zoned out in contemplation, shaking his head.
“Yeah, sorry,” he said, walking into the actual apartment. “Would you like a shower? I can get you a towel and you can just use whatever I’ve got in there. The door locks from the inside, of course,” he added, feeling the need to assure Zitao of the fact that Junmyeon had no sinister or ulterior motives. A part of him couldn’t let it go, the fact that Zitao would risk coming inside with him because for some reason, this boy had nowhere else to go on Christmas Eve. Junmyeon was just lonely, but Zitao… Zitao had a story.
“A shower would be wonderful,” Zitao agrees with a tentative smile. It changes his entire face, making his eyes glint with starlight and Junmyeon knows he’ll get lost if he looks too closely, so he turns and shuffles off to fetch a clean towel and an oversized fluffy robe – Zitao’s too tall and probably too broad in the shoulders to fit most anything Junmyeon owned.
He is going to regret this, he reiterates as Zitao slips into the bathroom and locks the door behind him. Even if Zitao is just a kid out of luck, Junmyeon has brought him to his apartment and that just doesn’t sound like him at all. There were all the terrible implications of bringing in a young and gorgeous male up to his apartment with no prior relationship than a rather bizarre conversation next to an overflowing dumpster. There was the fact that Junmeyon didn’t know anything about Zitao and the fact that Zitao could be lying through his teeth, like some sort of sick game. And to top it all off, Junmyeon was obviously, apparently, the type of person who didn’t actually have plans for Christmas Eve.
But as he listened to the water begin to run, knowing that Zitao had the water on as hot as it would go, he found himself surprisingly unworried. Tomorrow would come, and with it all sorts of problems, but until it came…
Junmyeon planned on making hot chocolate and putting on a terrible Christmas movie, maybe finding out the rest of Zitao’s story.
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