Roadtrip II, chansung/junho, pg-13, fluff, 338~wc

( aka the drabble i wrote while listening to lighthouse family's postcard from heaven )

Junho can feel the wind in his hair. In normal situation, he’ll throw a fit on how his forehead is exposed and how his natural curls are probably tangling wildly from the wind, but he doesn’t.  he grins even, turning his head to a driving Chansung, black sunglasses and equally crazy hair by the wind. Junho laughs.

They stop for gas and Chansung keeps him against the passenger door, kissing him slow and lazy and wonderful, junho whines at the back of his throat when Chansung pulls back, a glint of mischief in his eyes and junho tugs his shoulder length hair to get him back in the game.

It was beers and pizza on the front hood of the car at sundown. Junho babbling about the future and Chansung listening to him, their fingers linked and junho falling asleep in the crook of chansung’s neck, body pressed together like two pieces from the same puzzle.

When they come back, Chansung will go to Seoul and junho will pursuit his scholarship in japan. There will be distance between them, oceans and cities and people.  Junho’s going to about everything and everyone and putting it on Chansung , Chansung’s going to sulk and give him the cold treatment and then junho’s going to even more but now, now is chansung’s eyes , so brown so warm on him junho feels his knees going weak from the way Chansung is looking at him. And he tries to stop grinning but he can’t, and it’s ridiculous and embarrassing but it’s okay, junho cuddles close and hides his face on chansung’s shoulder while the sun rises before them, all lively orange, fresh with hope and promises.

Chansung wraps his arms around junho, gathering all these little pieces of him that seems to scream chansung’s name, junho wonders if Chansung can hear it by now. Chansung presses a kiss on his temple and breathes out in content, he tightens his hug, and junho thinks maybe Chansung can.