#princexjunmyeon

[xx-yixing-ssi]

“Who made these cookies? They’re awful!”

@princexjunmyeon

[shisonxjun]

Oops {Junmyeon & Shison]

@princexjunmyeon

Junmyeon’s speech was fascinating and so was his mouth. The way that his lips would move as he spoke drew Shison in just as much as the man’s words did. Junmyeon, in the young boy’s eyes, spoke like a fairy tale. Not everyone did that now. Of course Junmyeon was only speaking formally, but in Shison’s young mind the older male spoke like a knight. 

When Shison had been in Seoul to study that passed year, Junmyeon had been one of the people he had met. Not many of the acquaintances he made stayed in touch. In fact none of them had, Junmyeon included. 

They two of them had met are a bookstore during that year. Shison, as usual was walking around the manga section. With his disability the simplicity of the books worked better with his mind. He could sit down and read a manga novel without his brain struggling to understand the words. Junmyeon had been in another section, but somewhere along searching for their desired books they two bumped into each other. The two of them continued to bump into each other until some kind of weak friendship had formed. 

Currently, Shison was staring intently at Junmyeon as the other male spoke to him. They had run into each other, yet again, at a bookstore and were now sitting in Shison’s favorite park. Whether or not Junmyeon had noticed the younger staring at his mouth so intently, Shison did not know or care. It was moments like this he wished he could hair. Sounds were hard for him to imagine, but he knew adjectives and Jumyeon’s voice had to be those good adjectives people always said.  

Slowly, he had started to inch his body closer to the talking male. By this point Shison’s mind was running elsewhere and Junmyeon’s words were in the background. Inch by inch the boy was getting closer to Junmyeon’s lap; he wanted to be in the man’s lap. Junmyeon always made him feel clingy. All the little parts of Shison wanted Junmyeon to spoil him and pay attention to him. One year later and that had not changed. In a matter of minutes Shison was on his lap and playing with the shiny pendent that he always remembered Junmyeon wearing. One again, fascinated like a small child.