Mmmmm, finished class for the term. Having a few days to recuperate before going flat-out for exams. (Kind of have failed one paper this semester, but since I was almost quitting earlier this year, I think two out of three aint bad.) ANYWAY! Mimei is stuck at Uni doing her last(?) big essay of semester and in an attempt to get her to have a break earlier I promised her a drabble. So here it is! (Also, it snowed here on Saturday night. Wheee! My first snow in like, 3 years. Yus!)

Title: Sellotape
Author: Page Russet (page_r)
Fandom: DBSK/TVXQ
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu (sort-of)
Rating: PGR (PG-13) (I know! I know! shut up!)
Words: 356
Challenge: sticky-tape (also known as, 'first thing you notice in your room, challenge!') and present tense! (since everyone is doing it now-days, thought I'd have a go.)
A/N: I don't know if they have the 'Sellotape' brand in Korea, but lets all assume for the course of this drabble that they do, kk? ty.



Yoochun yanks harder on the tape.

Sellotape. He loves the feel of it. The sucking, tearing sound it makes when he pulls it. The shudder of inconsistent movement which thuds through his hands like a broken bassline.

He tears another strip off with his teeth, the disgusting rubber-slick taste in his mouth a welcome distraction. Turning, he smoothes it onto Junsu’s skin in careful parallel with the others. A pretty row of gleaming plastic along a pale forearm. One two three four five six seven. Seven. Lucky number.

They’re waiting. Stuck between rounds of recording. Jae and Yunho are in the booth working on their harmonies. Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin are sitting around waiting for their next turn. Recording is like waves on a beach; rush, slow, rush, slow, push, suck, push, suck. It would be soothing if it wasn’t so damn boring. So hard to keep the energy pumping after round after round of sitting staring at the ceiling.

Yoochun considers the line. Eight? Junsu is ignoring him in favour of listening intently to the sound of their bandmates filtering through the speakers. Yoochun runs a finger down one cool surface, feeling the heat of Junsu’s skin trapped beneath. He runs a finger over the soft skin exposed in between the tape, then down the ladder of the whole row.

No eight. He digs a fingernail in and tugs.

Tape makes a different sound pulled from skin. Shush tear. Junsu makes a tiny sound and looks over at Yoochun, pupils wide, then down at his arm. A faint line of red to match the other six.

A small frown on his face, Junsu lifts his arm and licks slowly up the strip of heated red. He eyes Yoochun briefly, then places his arm on Yoochun’s lap, turning back to watch the others through the glass.

Yoochun stares down at the offering. The light glints off plastic and traces of saliva.

He looks at the roll of tape in his hand, then at his fingers resting, surprised, at the edge of the line.

Junsu’s head is tipped slightly, in awareness, towards him now.

Eight? Or five?




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