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[team sonic] together, morning baby
First words from rum pa pa pum.
Title from Seventeen's song 20.
"Today is a muggy kind of day," Junmyeon muses, pulling the fluffy blanket tighter around his tiny frame.
It's late October, a Sunday. Orange leaves fall from the trees outside on the small patch of grass they call their garden. There are already two heaps of fallen leaves, swept neatly to one of the corners of their tiny wooden fence. Junmyeon thinks they might have to do one more sweep later this week.
The floor is cold under his sock clad feet. Junmyeon is contemplating digging out the pair of wool socks Kyungsoo knitted for him last Christmas when his boyfriend walks into the room, arguing with a noisy wind jacket that's stuck over his head.
"I hate this stupid shit," his boyfriend's voice says from inside of the wind jacket. It sounds muffled so Junmyeon wonders if he has his mouth full of fabric.
"Hold on, I think the zipper is stuck," Junmyeon laughs, shuffling quickly across the floor as he speaks. A little piece of fabric is stuck in the zipper. Carefully tugging at the fabric while pulling the zipper the opposite way, Junmyeon manages to pull the fabric free without damaging it. He tugs the jacket further down to reveal the black, messy hair and the kind brown eyes of his boyfriend.
"Thanks babe," Minseok says, kissing Junmyeon quickly in thanks.
"Where are you going?" Junmyeon asks after taking in Minseok's attire: black running tights, bright purple running shoes, gray hoodie and wind jacket combo.
"Out for a run," Minseok replies, tugging at the zipper until it's nestled under his chin. He walks past Junmyeon muttering something about gloves and a beanie.
"In this weather?" Junmyeon calls after him, waiting a heartbeat before following Minseok to their hallway, where Minseok is looking through the white chest of drawers where they keep all their outerwear accessories.
Minseok nods, eyebrows furrowed as he rummages through the first drawer, pulling out flip-flops and sunglasses.
"It's in the third drawer, honey," Junmyeon informs him softly, "The first one is the spring and summer drawer."
Minseok beams at him, opening the third drawer where he finds his blue gloves and the beanie - purple - that Kyungsoo knitted for him.
"Sure you don't want to come?" Minseok asks cheekily, giving Junmyeon a once-over, then crowding close to him, entwining their fingers. The polyester-acryl mix is rough against Junmyeon's dry hands, but he still lets Minseok pull him close. Minseok's breath is warm against Junmyeon's lips, smelling like the coffee he drank earlier.
He tastes like coffee too; bitter, but with a subtle hint of sweetness as he kisses Junmyeon. Minseok's kisses is as gentle, warm as he is. Junmyeon's heart flutters.
"Let's shower together when I get back," Minseok suggests, pulls away from Junmyeon to reveal a gummy smile.
"That'd be nice."
Minseok's eyes crinkle, Junmyeon finds himself falling even further in love with him. Even after five years, he still finds himself falling deeper into the embrace that is Minseok's love.
They part with another kiss, brief, sweet. Minseok's thumb runs over the silver band wrapped around Junmyeon's right ring finger, an identical twin to the one around Minseok's.
Junmyeon retreats to the window, watching Minseok run over their lawn, the hood of his wind jacket dancing in the wind.
Title from Seventeen's song 20.
"Today is a muggy kind of day," Junmyeon muses, pulling the fluffy blanket tighter around his tiny frame.
It's late October, a Sunday. Orange leaves fall from the trees outside on the small patch of grass they call their garden. There are already two heaps of fallen leaves, swept neatly to one of the corners of their tiny wooden fence. Junmyeon thinks they might have to do one more sweep later this week.
The floor is cold under his sock clad feet. Junmyeon is contemplating digging out the pair of wool socks Kyungsoo knitted for him last Christmas when his boyfriend walks into the room, arguing with a noisy wind jacket that's stuck over his head.
"I hate this stupid shit," his boyfriend's voice says from inside of the wind jacket. It sounds muffled so Junmyeon wonders if he has his mouth full of fabric.
"Hold on, I think the zipper is stuck," Junmyeon laughs, shuffling quickly across the floor as he speaks. A little piece of fabric is stuck in the zipper. Carefully tugging at the fabric while pulling the zipper the opposite way, Junmyeon manages to pull the fabric free without damaging it. He tugs the jacket further down to reveal the black, messy hair and the kind brown eyes of his boyfriend.
"Thanks babe," Minseok says, kissing Junmyeon quickly in thanks.
"Where are you going?" Junmyeon asks after taking in Minseok's attire: black running tights, bright purple running shoes, gray hoodie and wind jacket combo.
"Out for a run," Minseok replies, tugging at the zipper until it's nestled under his chin. He walks past Junmyeon muttering something about gloves and a beanie.
"In this weather?" Junmyeon calls after him, waiting a heartbeat before following Minseok to their hallway, where Minseok is looking through the white chest of drawers where they keep all their outerwear accessories.
Minseok nods, eyebrows furrowed as he rummages through the first drawer, pulling out flip-flops and sunglasses.
"It's in the third drawer, honey," Junmyeon informs him softly, "The first one is the spring and summer drawer."
Minseok beams at him, opening the third drawer where he finds his blue gloves and the beanie - purple - that Kyungsoo knitted for him.
"Sure you don't want to come?" Minseok asks cheekily, giving Junmyeon a once-over, then crowding close to him, entwining their fingers. The polyester-acryl mix is rough against Junmyeon's dry hands, but he still lets Minseok pull him close. Minseok's breath is warm against Junmyeon's lips, smelling like the coffee he drank earlier.
He tastes like coffee too; bitter, but with a subtle hint of sweetness as he kisses Junmyeon. Minseok's kisses is as gentle, warm as he is. Junmyeon's heart flutters.
"Let's shower together when I get back," Minseok suggests, pulls away from Junmyeon to reveal a gummy smile.
"That'd be nice."
Minseok's eyes crinkle, Junmyeon finds himself falling even further in love with him. Even after five years, he still finds himself falling deeper into the embrace that is Minseok's love.
They part with another kiss, brief, sweet. Minseok's thumb runs over the silver band wrapped around Junmyeon's right ring finger, an identical twin to the one around Minseok's.
Junmyeon retreats to the window, watching Minseok run over their lawn, the hood of his wind jacket dancing in the wind.