RETROUVAILLES
Title: Retrouvailles
Pairing: KangTeuk
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance, fluff
Warning/s: yaoi, implied smut, language
Verse: expanded
Type/Status: One-Shot; Complete, 1,415W
Summary: The best part of being apart is the feeling of completeness you get when you finally reunite.
A/N: Belated Happy Birthday Fawn BB! fawnadon ~ Sorry it's late! But it's here now! I don't really know how to write KangTeuk so sorry for this anticlimactic excuse for a fic. IDK why it turned out this way. >.<
Thanks Paueeey for reading through.<3 minayuurei
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Leeteuk scrunched his nose as he felt something poke it, that something akin to a feather of some sort, tickling him out of the deep slumber he had oh-so desperately needed. He held on to the dream he was having, sleep slowly slipping away from him as the fluffy object incessantly prodded not only his nose, but as well as his cheeks. He squinted as he opened his eyes, the glare of the sunlight too much for him. He made a mental note to scold Donghae for forgetting to draw the blinds... again. That's the third time this week, goddamn it. He figured he was in no mood to get up to bother with the wretched ornament, so he opted to bury his face onto his pillow instead, brows furrowing even more when his vision was assaulted by the outrageously neon green pen that belonged to the resident diva. He figured he'd confront that prick later, when he had more sleep and thus, had more patience. He was feeling groggy and he didn't know what Heechul got from pranking him so early in the morning. Nobody really understood the things Heechul did.
Shrugging it off, he closed his eyes once more; a contented smile making its way on his face as he inhaled the sweet scent of Kang-in's perfume - the scent he sprayed on his pillow every night. He vaguely registers the rather odd intensity of the fragrance, stronger than usual, as if it was just sprayed on. Still, he relished in the essence of the man he had been missing for a couple of years now. That's all he seemed to be doing nowadays.
As he was about doze off, he felt the familiar poking start once again, this time tickling his neck as he laid prone with his face buried on the pillow. Damn it. Heechul was definitely gonna get it this time. Leeteuk abruptly hoisted himself up on his elbows, turning around to give Heechul a piece of his mind.
"Goddamn it, Kim Heechul! Today is the only holiday I get and you find it funny to wake me up? I'll see how funny you find it when I throw Heebum out of the win ---" Leeteuk froze as he managed to fully turn around, coming face-to-face with the man he least expected to be there. "Y-Young...woon?"
"Korea's number one handsome guy, at your service!" The man in question smiled, his eyes scrunching up at the corners, making the elder's heart skip a beat at the exquisite sight that he hadn't seen in a long... long time.
"Hey! Hey? Wait! Teukie-hyung? Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong? Are you allergic to feathers? What are you ---ooomph." Youngwoon got cut mid-sentence as Leeteuk jumped him, quite literally. Not that he minded it one bit.
"This isn't one of those dreams again, is it?" Leeteuk sniffled, burying his face onto one of the familiar pair of broad shoulders he had dearly missed.
"Dreams? What are you talking about, Teukie?" Youngwoon gently untangled Leeteuk's death grip arms from around his neck, as he was having difficulty breathing.
"I-I-I've been dreaming of you all these months you were away, and I always end up disappointed when I run to hug you because then, I'd wake up and realize that you're away in the army, so far from me, where you could possibly have met someone else who has something genuinely special about them aside from a mere name." Leeteuk sobbed, fisting his hands on Youngwoon's shirt.
"You're the only one special to me, you should know that by now," Youngwoon chided, rubbing small circles on the elder's back nonetheless. "And your name couldn't have suited you better. You're special in every way."
Leeteuk couldn't help but blush at his lover's words. They were cheesy, yes. But they made him feel good, so why the hell not indulge in it? He loves cheese, anyway.
"You're only saying that to make me feel better!" Leeteuk pouted, smacking Youngwoon lightly on the shoulder.
"You know what? You're right." The younger turned serious all of a sudden, the air of playfulness dissipating in a mere blink of an eye. It made Leeteuk nervous.
"Right... about what?" Leeteuk asked cautiously, heart pounding in his chest.
"That you're not special at all. Your name might be special but you're anything but. Any way I look at it, you do seem to be ordinary. Sure, you look every bit the world class star you are when you're out, the stylists working their magic on you. But right here, right now, with your hair tousled from sleep, your clothes worn out from too much wear as you refuse to give up those ungodly heart-printed boxers, your pores gaping up at me without the constant mask of concealer, you are ordinary."
It hit Leeteuk like a brick. Of course, he was very well aware of these things. He had the insecurity the size of Jeju Island, fit for a teenager rather than a grown-man of thirty. This was exactly why he tried oh-so-hard to bury them deep inside of him, to use them to his advantage as he showed the world nothing else but perfection in the form of his alter-ego, Mister Simple yet Perfect, Leeteuk. He acknowledged his weakness, embraced it. Still, it felt different when someone else pointed it out. And Youngwoon of all people!? The man whom he thought would accept him despite everything... the man whom he thought would understand how vulnerable he felt... the only man who saw through all his pretention... the only man who made him feel safe... the man whom he trusted to never hurt him, was breaking his heart into a million pieces with just a few words. He knew it's silly to get so upset by mere words; he gets hurt anyway.
"I-Of course. I understand. I-I have to go take a bath. I have a schedule at ten." Leeteuk forcefully gathered himself, willing his stubborn tears to stop from falling as he disentangled himself from Youngwoon altogether, and feeling a sense of loss as Youngwoon simply released him without much fuss.
"It's a holiday, Teukie. Unless you meant going to church or something, I know you wouldn't have any schedule for today whatsoever." Youngwoon smiled as Leeteuk stood frozen on his way to the bathroom, having been caught red-handed.
Leeteuk's mind worked furiously as he thought of ways to redeem himself. He didn't have the chance to even think of a coherent response when he felt strong arms hug his waist from the back. The familiar musk invading his nostrils as Youngwoon buried his head on the crook of his neck and started to nibble along the pale column of skin.
"I know you're not special in any way. At least, not when we're alone like this. But just so you know, I like this side of you better. So simple... so uncomplicated... no fake smiles... not trying to please everybody... yet you're still able to please me by being just you. Nothing less, nothing more. I don't know about Leeteuk, but I am most definitely madly, deeply, in love with you, Park Jungsu. I have been for a long time now, probably long before you even started loving me back. And I don't think I'm gonna stop doing just that any time soon." Youngwoon pecked the elder on the cheek, chuckling as the latter's ears had gone deep red from embarrassment.
"God! You're incorrigible. I thought --- Aish! I hate you!" Leeteuk stomped his foot and wiggled himself out of Youngwoon's hold, the younger merely turning him around to face him, cupping his cheeks so he would look him in the eye.
"I love you, too." Youngwoon winked and pecked the elder's nose, the action seemingly melting every trace of protest in the elder.
Just then, Leeteuk's shy smile turned mischievous as he traced aimless patterns through the thin fabric of Youngwoon's v-neck tee. "It's a pity, though. I like Kang-in better."
"Oh. I'll show you how strong Kang-in can be," the younger growled, hoisting the elder by the waist and tossing him back onto the bed, intent on devouring him in all ways possible.
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As lust-filled moans and grunts echoed through the four walls of the twelfth floor dormitory, a pissed Kim Heechul sat on the living room sofa with earmuffs on, regretting he had let Youngwoon borrow his pen in the first place.
~END~
Pairing: KangTeuk
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance, fluff
Warning/s: yaoi, implied smut, language
Verse: expanded
Type/Status: One-Shot; Complete, 1,415W
Summary: The best part of being apart is the feeling of completeness you get when you finally reunite.
A/N: Belated Happy Birthday Fawn BB! fawnadon ~ Sorry it's late! But it's here now! I don't really know how to write KangTeuk so sorry for this anticlimactic excuse for a fic. IDK why it turned out this way. >.<
Thanks Paueeey for reading through.<3 minayuurei
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Leeteuk scrunched his nose as he felt something poke it, that something akin to a feather of some sort, tickling him out of the deep slumber he had oh-so desperately needed. He held on to the dream he was having, sleep slowly slipping away from him as the fluffy object incessantly prodded not only his nose, but as well as his cheeks. He squinted as he opened his eyes, the glare of the sunlight too much for him. He made a mental note to scold Donghae for forgetting to draw the blinds... again. That's the third time this week, goddamn it. He figured he was in no mood to get up to bother with the wretched ornament, so he opted to bury his face onto his pillow instead, brows furrowing even more when his vision was assaulted by the outrageously neon green pen that belonged to the resident diva. He figured he'd confront that prick later, when he had more sleep and thus, had more patience. He was feeling groggy and he didn't know what Heechul got from pranking him so early in the morning. Nobody really understood the things Heechul did.
Shrugging it off, he closed his eyes once more; a contented smile making its way on his face as he inhaled the sweet scent of Kang-in's perfume - the scent he sprayed on his pillow every night. He vaguely registers the rather odd intensity of the fragrance, stronger than usual, as if it was just sprayed on. Still, he relished in the essence of the man he had been missing for a couple of years now. That's all he seemed to be doing nowadays.
As he was about doze off, he felt the familiar poking start once again, this time tickling his neck as he laid prone with his face buried on the pillow. Damn it. Heechul was definitely gonna get it this time. Leeteuk abruptly hoisted himself up on his elbows, turning around to give Heechul a piece of his mind.
"Goddamn it, Kim Heechul! Today is the only holiday I get and you find it funny to wake me up? I'll see how funny you find it when I throw Heebum out of the win ---" Leeteuk froze as he managed to fully turn around, coming face-to-face with the man he least expected to be there. "Y-Young...woon?"
"Korea's number one handsome guy, at your service!" The man in question smiled, his eyes scrunching up at the corners, making the elder's heart skip a beat at the exquisite sight that he hadn't seen in a long... long time.
"Hey! Hey? Wait! Teukie-hyung? Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong? Are you allergic to feathers? What are you ---ooomph." Youngwoon got cut mid-sentence as Leeteuk jumped him, quite literally. Not that he minded it one bit.
"This isn't one of those dreams again, is it?" Leeteuk sniffled, burying his face onto one of the familiar pair of broad shoulders he had dearly missed.
"Dreams? What are you talking about, Teukie?" Youngwoon gently untangled Leeteuk's death grip arms from around his neck, as he was having difficulty breathing.
"I-I-I've been dreaming of you all these months you were away, and I always end up disappointed when I run to hug you because then, I'd wake up and realize that you're away in the army, so far from me, where you could possibly have met someone else who has something genuinely special about them aside from a mere name." Leeteuk sobbed, fisting his hands on Youngwoon's shirt.
"You're the only one special to me, you should know that by now," Youngwoon chided, rubbing small circles on the elder's back nonetheless. "And your name couldn't have suited you better. You're special in every way."
Leeteuk couldn't help but blush at his lover's words. They were cheesy, yes. But they made him feel good, so why the hell not indulge in it? He loves cheese, anyway.
"You're only saying that to make me feel better!" Leeteuk pouted, smacking Youngwoon lightly on the shoulder.
"You know what? You're right." The younger turned serious all of a sudden, the air of playfulness dissipating in a mere blink of an eye. It made Leeteuk nervous.
"Right... about what?" Leeteuk asked cautiously, heart pounding in his chest.
"That you're not special at all. Your name might be special but you're anything but. Any way I look at it, you do seem to be ordinary. Sure, you look every bit the world class star you are when you're out, the stylists working their magic on you. But right here, right now, with your hair tousled from sleep, your clothes worn out from too much wear as you refuse to give up those ungodly heart-printed boxers, your pores gaping up at me without the constant mask of concealer, you are ordinary."
It hit Leeteuk like a brick. Of course, he was very well aware of these things. He had the insecurity the size of Jeju Island, fit for a teenager rather than a grown-man of thirty. This was exactly why he tried oh-so-hard to bury them deep inside of him, to use them to his advantage as he showed the world nothing else but perfection in the form of his alter-ego, Mister Simple yet Perfect, Leeteuk. He acknowledged his weakness, embraced it. Still, it felt different when someone else pointed it out. And Youngwoon of all people!? The man whom he thought would accept him despite everything... the man whom he thought would understand how vulnerable he felt... the only man who saw through all his pretention... the only man who made him feel safe... the man whom he trusted to never hurt him, was breaking his heart into a million pieces with just a few words. He knew it's silly to get so upset by mere words; he gets hurt anyway.
"I-Of course. I understand. I-I have to go take a bath. I have a schedule at ten." Leeteuk forcefully gathered himself, willing his stubborn tears to stop from falling as he disentangled himself from Youngwoon altogether, and feeling a sense of loss as Youngwoon simply released him without much fuss.
"It's a holiday, Teukie. Unless you meant going to church or something, I know you wouldn't have any schedule for today whatsoever." Youngwoon smiled as Leeteuk stood frozen on his way to the bathroom, having been caught red-handed.
Leeteuk's mind worked furiously as he thought of ways to redeem himself. He didn't have the chance to even think of a coherent response when he felt strong arms hug his waist from the back. The familiar musk invading his nostrils as Youngwoon buried his head on the crook of his neck and started to nibble along the pale column of skin.
"I know you're not special in any way. At least, not when we're alone like this. But just so you know, I like this side of you better. So simple... so uncomplicated... no fake smiles... not trying to please everybody... yet you're still able to please me by being just you. Nothing less, nothing more. I don't know about Leeteuk, but I am most definitely madly, deeply, in love with you, Park Jungsu. I have been for a long time now, probably long before you even started loving me back. And I don't think I'm gonna stop doing just that any time soon." Youngwoon pecked the elder on the cheek, chuckling as the latter's ears had gone deep red from embarrassment.
"God! You're incorrigible. I thought --- Aish! I hate you!" Leeteuk stomped his foot and wiggled himself out of Youngwoon's hold, the younger merely turning him around to face him, cupping his cheeks so he would look him in the eye.
"I love you, too." Youngwoon winked and pecked the elder's nose, the action seemingly melting every trace of protest in the elder.
Just then, Leeteuk's shy smile turned mischievous as he traced aimless patterns through the thin fabric of Youngwoon's v-neck tee. "It's a pity, though. I like Kang-in better."
"Oh. I'll show you how strong Kang-in can be," the younger growled, hoisting the elder by the waist and tossing him back onto the bed, intent on devouring him in all ways possible.
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As lust-filled moans and grunts echoed through the four walls of the twelfth floor dormitory, a pissed Kim Heechul sat on the living room sofa with earmuffs on, regretting he had let Youngwoon borrow his pen in the first place.
~END~