#ghjunyoung

his hands tremble above the keyboard, and for the third time already he shifts back in his seat, pushes his chair back and leans his head down to his knees. he needs him right now, he knows that. but can he trust him with this secret, can he explain his absence well enough to have his apology accepted? it’s been over three weeks since he first disappeared, and he’d been through the mess with the police that his parents insisted upon - they wanted to catch his kidnappers, even though jinyoung knew they never would. 

he hoped they didn’t either, because that would also mean his death, or the end of his freedom - he’d be locked away or killed for what he now was. but he needed to chance it, he needed to hope he could trust junyoung with this secret. he needed someone he cared so greatly for to be there for him right now. 

so he pulls his chair closer to the table once more and lets his fingers rest on the keyboard, before he types out his message, eyes flicking over the multitude of ones from junyoung that he’d sent while jinyoung was ‘away’. 

to: jun-bug i need you. can we meet? im sorry

he hits send before he can overthink it. it’s messy, but it contains everything he needs to say for now. he knows junyoung will have questions, and he isn’t eve sure if he’ll have the answers, but all he needs is to see him, face to face for the first time. 

being online friends wasn’t enough for him anymore.

kiss kiss fall in love - closed

15. kiss in the rain

laughter flutters like the wings of butterflies beneath the night sky, the raindrops falling fast. it’s that kind of rain that feels wetter than usual rain, but jinyoung doesn’t mind as he squints upwards, reaching out to take junyoung’s hand and tug him closer, winding his arms round his middle and grinning at him like he’s that christmas present that a little kid really, really wanted. 

“dance with me.” he simply says, stepping backwards, his fingers trailing down to junyoung’s hands and taking them in his own as he begins to make them both spin in circles. for a while it’s enough, but then jinyoung slows, tugging them together again and leaning his forehead to junyoung’s, gazing at the pretty brown eyes he can’t help but want to stare into for hours. 

sometimes he wonders if junyoung would let him if he asked.

“i like this, dancing with you in the rain. it’s romantic, don’tcha think?” 

his arms curl round him once more and he smiles as junyoung’s do the same, then as they sway in circles he tilts his head to ghost his lips over junyoung’s. he lets them linger there, the touch feather light and almost nonexistent, before he closes the gap and kisses him, smiling against his lips and humming happily. his lips are wet from the rain, but jinyoung doesn’t care.

people are fascinated by things such as the five wonders of the world, at the sky changing overhead and the stars that inhabit it. you know, revolutionary technological advancements and medical miracles and all those amazing investigators regarded as heroes (by the human populace) that are sometimes on the television. extraordinary things and people. 

lee seon was fascinated by a boy in uniform and his frustrated scribbling into a notebook. 

although, that wasn’t to say he wasn’t extraordinary himself (he could be, she didn’t know). but people were in awe at blatantly extraordinary things. they don’t sip espressos and gawk at baristas in cafes. well, some do. but she isn’t staring at him like that. rather, it’s because, well… 

she straightens her skirt as she stands up, hesitantly inching towards the boy’s table with an anxious smile.

everyone seems like a philosopher when your only schooling was two years at the ghoul investigator training academy.