094.
very old; originally posted at fandom_mule.
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Sometimes, Hyukjae wants to whisper I love you in the deepest, darkest moments.
He wants to say, Hey, your voice is beautiful, you should sing more.
He wants to wipe away sweat and whisper, Hey, you already dance perfectly, you should give it a rest.
He wants to put a full plate in front of him and make him finish it, saying, Hey, you shouldn't starve yourself, you're already a stick.
Instead, he stumbles across Sungmin in the dark living room, watching a rerun of an old performance of their's.
"Can't sleep?" Hyukjae says as a way of greeting, and Sungmin shakes his head, eyes never leaving the screen.
"Kyuhyun sings really well," Sungmin muses, a small smile on his lips. Hyukjae sits down, and Sungmin automatically curles along his side, head in Hyukjae's lap.
"Look, I missed a step," Sungmin says as he points, but the moment's gone and Hyukjae misses it.
"Siwon's body is pretty good."
Hyukjae curles his fingers in Sungmin's hair and smiles gently. He waits until the next performances have rolled by and Sungmin's breathing evenly into his thigh, breaths slow and deep. Quietly, he wriggles free, places a blanket over Sungmin's prone form and kisses Sungmin's cheek.
"You're better than them all," he whispers.
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Sometimes, Hyukjae wants to whisper I love you in the deepest, darkest moments.
He wants to say, Hey, your voice is beautiful, you should sing more.
He wants to wipe away sweat and whisper, Hey, you already dance perfectly, you should give it a rest.
He wants to put a full plate in front of him and make him finish it, saying, Hey, you shouldn't starve yourself, you're already a stick.
Instead, he stumbles across Sungmin in the dark living room, watching a rerun of an old performance of their's.
"Can't sleep?" Hyukjae says as a way of greeting, and Sungmin shakes his head, eyes never leaving the screen.
"Kyuhyun sings really well," Sungmin muses, a small smile on his lips. Hyukjae sits down, and Sungmin automatically curles along his side, head in Hyukjae's lap.
"Look, I missed a step," Sungmin says as he points, but the moment's gone and Hyukjae misses it.
"Siwon's body is pretty good."
Hyukjae curles his fingers in Sungmin's hair and smiles gently. He waits until the next performances have rolled by and Sungmin's breathing evenly into his thigh, breaths slow and deep. Quietly, he wriggles free, places a blanket over Sungmin's prone form and kisses Sungmin's cheek.
"You're better than them all," he whispers.