Title: Untitled
Author:
ouimonsieur
Word count: 100
Concrit?: Please :)
Pairing: Gen. Jaejoong/Yoochun
Author's Notes: Because
angelacaduca is very good at convincing people to do things, and because challenges are fun. Also because Jaejoong's hair is no longer blond, and it makes me sad and ... blahblahblah do you notice my stalling? Yes, I am stalling.
Yoochun paints his nails across a spectrum of colors, purple to orange from left to right, and by the end of the hour the yellow is already chipping. He finds comfort in the sense of lugubrious drollery at the sight, with all the blues and pinks and half-yellows.
It's nothing like the way Jaejoong enters, his hair a startling deep brown that casually clashes with the staleness of his wardrobe. "It smells terrible in here," he comments.
Yoochun lifts his hands in response. Then he asks, mouth quirked, "What happened to your hair?"
He soon finds himself alone with a bottle of nail polish remover.
Author:
Word count: 100
Concrit?: Please :)
Pairing: Gen. Jaejoong/Yoochun
Author's Notes: Because
Yoochun paints his nails across a spectrum of colors, purple to orange from left to right, and by the end of the hour the yellow is already chipping. He finds comfort in the sense of lugubrious drollery at the sight, with all the blues and pinks and half-yellows.
It's nothing like the way Jaejoong enters, his hair a startling deep brown that casually clashes with the staleness of his wardrobe. "It smells terrible in here," he comments.
Yoochun lifts his hands in response. Then he asks, mouth quirked, "What happened to your hair?"
He soon finds himself alone with a bottle of nail polish remover.