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maybe it's the way you say my name
maybe it's the way you play your game
the wind rushed through yoshi’s ears as he tried his best to keep up with junkyu’s devilish pace; he was always a few steps ahead of him, and nine out of ten times, yoshi was too whipped to care.
he paid no mind to junkyu’s shouts of “yoshi-hyung, yoshi-hyung!”, and instead letting his jaw run slack at the sight laid out before his own two eyes. the rays of golden light seemed to dance around junkyu’s lean figure, the browns and whites and yellows mixing together in a flurry of hues.
but it's so good, i've never known anybody like you
but it's so good, i've never dreamed of nobody like you
junkyu frolicked in the fields for a while before running back to yoshi, hands cupped, and eyes blown wide. junkyu’s honey voice floated over his ears, saying something about how he’d read that foreigners would blow on dandelions to make a wish. he beckoned yoshi closer, and uncupped his hands to reveal a singluar dandelion.
junkyu clamped his eyes shut and signalled with his hands; three, two, one, and blew. he wishes that either yoshi makes a damn move today, or he gets enough courage to make him make a move.
and i’ve heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime,
and i’m pretty sure that you are that love of mine
he opened his eyes again, breath hitching at how the small, fluffy seeds floated against the golden sky. yoshi, who had realised what was happening only a little too late, felt the blood rush up to his cheeks as he bashedly admitted that he hadn’t even made a wish yet. the other pouted before running off again, probably trying to find another dandelion for them.
cause i’m in a field of dandelions,
wishing on every one that you’d be mine
mine,
junkyu was back by yoshi’s side in a millisecond, eyes big and hopeful and oh-so-adorably staring up expectantly at his yoshi-hyung. his hands were cupped again, another dandelion in between the crescent folds of his fingers.
“ready, hyung?” yoshi nodded. “okay then … close your eyes! don’t cheat…”
yoshi squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to imitate what junkyu had done earlier. he repeated his wish like a mantra in his head, and let a puff of air out when he heard the familiar lull of junkyu’s voice reach one. then he whispered,
キムジュンギュ、俺のものになれよ。
kim junkyu, be mine.
litte did he know, junkyu had heard his whisper loud and clear. junkyu didn’t know japanese, but earlier on he had thought to ask his best friend, google, on how to say this particular phrase, you know, just in case. junkyu’s mouth opened in an ‘o’, but he quickly hid it with one of his signature smiles when he noticed yoshi opening his eyes.
and i see forever in your eyes,
i feel okay when i see you smile, smile
when yoshi opened his eyes again, he saw junkyu smiling at him, eyes reduced to cute little crescents on his face. yoshi felt his brain go fuzzy with radio static when he saw that smile, because it really did things to him... yeah, he’d probably have to get his feelings under control eventually, but for now, he let his brain seep out of his ears as he watched the other’s mouth move as he talked. whatever junkyu said was reduced to a low murmur in the back of yoshi’s eardrums, and he barely registered the familiar tinkling melody of junkyu’s laugh before a brief silence ensued between them; yoshi presumed that junkyu had asked him something and was about to let out a small ん？as he angled his head towards the younger...
wishing on dandelions all the time,
praying to god that you’d be mine
… and instead he was met with junkyu’s lips on his. he was still for a moment before reciprocating, kissing back lightly, unsure as to where he should put his hands. junkyu, always three steps ahead, guided the elder’s hands to the small of his back. they seemed to just melt into each other, a gay mess of feelings and tangled limbs and fucking want. the world ceased to exist; it was just yoshi and junkyu and their lips crashing against each other's.
wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time
kissing junkyu felt like opening up his soul and laying himself raw for the younger to devour. it felt like tasting, feeling and seeing every damn color of the rainbow in their own sensual way, almost like catching all the rough edges and sweet softness of junkyu's smile in a bottle, just for yoshi to keep.
kissing yoshi felt like an dizzying aphrodisiac, mixed in with some sort of pandora's box effect that set off a chain of fireworks in his body, made him feel like he was levitating in the air. and yoshi was so helplessly clueless in the best way possible, and that made junkyu fall in love with him even more; and by the time they’re finished making out, the sun has long set.
i’m in a field of dandelions,
they have their heads against each other, fingers tracing their own patterns and stories on a canvas of skin. junkyu feels like he's the luckiest person to walk the surface of the earth, and with kanemoto yoshinori's hands entwined in his own, he feels like he could take on the whole world. he perks up as he realises that his dandelion wish came true, and runs off to find more dandelions to make wishes on, not before briefly relaying it to his little japanese kitty.
wishing on everyone that you’ll be mine,
mine…
nimble brushstrokes of clouds race across the evening sky, and yoshi feels like the happiest man alive.
junkyu, forever be mine, he thinks, as he joins his newfound boyfriend wishing on dandelions.