leo/ken; talk
title: talk
pairing: leo/ken
genre: fluff, romance
rating: pg
words: 430 something
summary: Jaehwan does the only thing he knows how to do - talk.
a/n: another keo thing bc I feel comfortable with them hehe
There are a lot of things Jaehwan wonders about Taekwoon. How his hair looks so silky and soft, how his eyes twinkle at the sigh of a puppy, or how his fingers look even longer when he is wearing a ring. But the thing that catches his attention most of the time, is how Taekwoon is just so endlessly quiet, no word escaping his plush lips even though his eyes talk volumes for them. It’s peaked his interest, the way Taekwoon would only look at someone while they spoke, maybe offer a curt nod or simply a stare. He’s worried that Taekwoon might be too unsure what to say, not wanting to offer simply plain words that give nothing, so Jaehwan does the only thing he really knows how to do - talk.
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“You know, Taekwoonie-hyung, maybe we shouldn’t be getting bread. You know how Sanghyuk gets when he has bread, plus we’re on a diet, so I think it might be better if we go for something like noodles - just as much nutrition, really-“
Hakyeon had sent them to get the groceries, and Jaehwan knows that by the time they turn around the corner of their apartment buildiing, Taekwoon’s already blended him out. Not that Jaehwan would ever let that burst his bubble, quite the contrary. He keeps chatting, mostly to himself, but every once in a while he is sure he catches a slight upturn at the corner of Taekwoon’s mouth. Taekwoon puts the bread back onto the shelf, too, so Jaehwan thinks that maybe his way of going about all of this isn’t too bad, after all.
“But thinking about it, on the other hand Hyukkie has to go to that jungle recording thing, right? Maybe he might need a lot of bread for once? What do you think?” A quick glance tells him that he should drop the subject of the bread now, Jaehwan’s become very adapt to read such things. “Oh well, never mind. I guess he can go without for a few weeks. Hey, I heard they could eat insects there, what do you think those would taste like?”
Taekwoon’s already trudging along to the cashier, and Jaehwan needs to shut his mouth for a second to let him pay. It takes barely three minutes but the moment Taekwoon turns away to go back home, bags dangling down along his long legs, Jaehwan’s back to it.
“Hey, hyung, let’s sing something? Whatever you want, your pick!” Taekwoon glances at him, at the way his smile breaks over his face, before simply starting a simple harmony. It’s when Jaehwan’s own voice melds together with Taekwoon’s that he thinks that he’s done good, that this is the way it should always be. He doesn’t need to talk less for Taekwoon to appreciate him, because it’s when he sings along with him that he can feel that the other, as quiet as he is while Jaehwan is blabbering away, doesn’t really mind the constant flow of words at all.
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They’re a weird mix, Jaehwan sometimes thinks, but then again, staring down at Taekwoon’s head on his lap, eyes closed and features too pretty to look away, opposites do attract, don’t they?
pairing: leo/ken
genre: fluff, romance
rating: pg
words: 430 something
summary: Jaehwan does the only thing he knows how to do - talk.
a/n: another keo thing bc I feel comfortable with them hehe
There are a lot of things Jaehwan wonders about Taekwoon. How his hair looks so silky and soft, how his eyes twinkle at the sigh of a puppy, or how his fingers look even longer when he is wearing a ring. But the thing that catches his attention most of the time, is how Taekwoon is just so endlessly quiet, no word escaping his plush lips even though his eyes talk volumes for them. It’s peaked his interest, the way Taekwoon would only look at someone while they spoke, maybe offer a curt nod or simply a stare. He’s worried that Taekwoon might be too unsure what to say, not wanting to offer simply plain words that give nothing, so Jaehwan does the only thing he really knows how to do - talk.
-
“You know, Taekwoonie-hyung, maybe we shouldn’t be getting bread. You know how Sanghyuk gets when he has bread, plus we’re on a diet, so I think it might be better if we go for something like noodles - just as much nutrition, really-“
Hakyeon had sent them to get the groceries, and Jaehwan knows that by the time they turn around the corner of their apartment buildiing, Taekwoon’s already blended him out. Not that Jaehwan would ever let that burst his bubble, quite the contrary. He keeps chatting, mostly to himself, but every once in a while he is sure he catches a slight upturn at the corner of Taekwoon’s mouth. Taekwoon puts the bread back onto the shelf, too, so Jaehwan thinks that maybe his way of going about all of this isn’t too bad, after all.
“But thinking about it, on the other hand Hyukkie has to go to that jungle recording thing, right? Maybe he might need a lot of bread for once? What do you think?” A quick glance tells him that he should drop the subject of the bread now, Jaehwan’s become very adapt to read such things. “Oh well, never mind. I guess he can go without for a few weeks. Hey, I heard they could eat insects there, what do you think those would taste like?”
Taekwoon’s already trudging along to the cashier, and Jaehwan needs to shut his mouth for a second to let him pay. It takes barely three minutes but the moment Taekwoon turns away to go back home, bags dangling down along his long legs, Jaehwan’s back to it.
“Hey, hyung, let’s sing something? Whatever you want, your pick!” Taekwoon glances at him, at the way his smile breaks over his face, before simply starting a simple harmony. It’s when Jaehwan’s own voice melds together with Taekwoon’s that he thinks that he’s done good, that this is the way it should always be. He doesn’t need to talk less for Taekwoon to appreciate him, because it’s when he sings along with him that he can feel that the other, as quiet as he is while Jaehwan is blabbering away, doesn’t really mind the constant flow of words at all.
-
They’re a weird mix, Jaehwan sometimes thinks, but then again, staring down at Taekwoon’s head on his lap, eyes closed and features too pretty to look away, opposites do attract, don’t they?