(cs/jh) [no-title]
all little things (that we once said)[no-title], chansung/junho, pg-13, 125 wc, freeform
chansung is making breakfast.
chansung is making breakfast and junho is wondering how'd it come to this.
they were through.
at least he thought they were through.
but his skin still warm where chansung had touched him last night.
the kisses lingers.
the bruises appearing and he can almost hear the noises chansung lets out as he made them.
and now chansung is making breakfast.
like they don’t have three years stretching between them and junho-,
junho is still here.
he thought he'd slip out before morning comes,
( before they need to have conversations ,real adult conversations that are not laced with memories and alcohol and deadly attractions. But--)
he didn’t.
he stayed.
and right now,
he's not sure whether he should’ve.
a/n. just a little something that came across my mind when i saw that scanned pic of ho. that picture is hauntingly angstfully ( is that a word? can it be a word?) beautiful. well, ljh /is/ beautiful ;A;
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