leo/hongbin; what a sight we are
title: what a sight we are
pairing: leobin
warnings: fluff, calm stuff, idk
rating: pg
words: 467
summary: hongbin just smiles, looking out of the treehouse and into the grey rain washing over the forms and surfaces of things.
a/n: it's annie's birthday and annie wanted leobin so... here's leobin I'm not very good at leobin
The rain hits his outstretched foot softly, the droplets following the curve of his skin before running down to his toes and dropping the last few feet down onto the soft green grass. It feels nice, refreshing, and Hongbin can’t help the little chuckle that passes his lips as he watches the next, and the next. He can hear Taekwoon hum into his ear, a soft melody that he isn’t familiar with but it’s nice and soothing, and Hongbin nuzzles further back into Taekwoon’s arms slung around his shoulders. He smells like cinnamon and sweet lemon and Hongbin instantly breathes in deeper to savour the scent.
“What are you singing?”
Hongbin can feel Taekwoon shift a little as he glances down at him, one of his eyebrows lifted lazily. Hongbin can feel him shrug softly, arms tightening a little around him, and Hongbin thinks that it’s even nicer like this.
“Slow Dance by Eddy Kim,” he replies softly, lips brushing against some strands of Hongbin’s hair as he speaks. Hongbin hums in response, lifting his legs a little only to let them fall back down to dangle from the treehouse lazily.
“You sing good.” Hongbin says softly to match Taekwoon’s tone. It’s not the first time Hongbin’s told him that, in fact most times he says that ‘his voice is like a soft warm breeze trailing over the clouds in summer’, but it doesn’t change the fact that Taekwoon can feel his heart trying to fly away in his chest every time Hongbin compliments his singing. Hongbin can feel Taekwoon’s lips press to his head at the words, and his smile tumbles into happy laughter echoing down from their seat up between the branches.
“Next time we’ll bring your guitar,” Taekwoon murmurs against Hongbin’s hair, making a slight shiver run down his spine. “Then you can play and I can sing, and maybe you can join me singing too.” There’s a small moment of silence as both of them consider the idea before Taekwoon ads in nothing more than a whisper, “That would be nice.”
Hongbin just smiles, looking out of the treehouse and into the grey rain washing over the forms and surfaces of things. He tries not to think of the way his fingers are still too slow to get the accords right in time with the melody, tries not to tell himself that his voice will sound anything but nice next to Taekwoon’s. He just looks on, revelling in the feeling of Taekwoon’s warmth seeping through their shirts and over to him, in the way Taekwoon’s arms hold him tight and secure, and as he hears Taekwoon starting to hum again he thinks yeah, that might not be such a bad idea after all.
pairing: leobin
warnings: fluff, calm stuff, idk
rating: pg
words: 467
summary: hongbin just smiles, looking out of the treehouse and into the grey rain washing over the forms and surfaces of things.
a/n: it's annie's birthday and annie wanted leobin so... here's leobin I'm not very good at leobin
The rain hits his outstretched foot softly, the droplets following the curve of his skin before running down to his toes and dropping the last few feet down onto the soft green grass. It feels nice, refreshing, and Hongbin can’t help the little chuckle that passes his lips as he watches the next, and the next. He can hear Taekwoon hum into his ear, a soft melody that he isn’t familiar with but it’s nice and soothing, and Hongbin nuzzles further back into Taekwoon’s arms slung around his shoulders. He smells like cinnamon and sweet lemon and Hongbin instantly breathes in deeper to savour the scent.
“What are you singing?”
Hongbin can feel Taekwoon shift a little as he glances down at him, one of his eyebrows lifted lazily. Hongbin can feel him shrug softly, arms tightening a little around him, and Hongbin thinks that it’s even nicer like this.
“Slow Dance by Eddy Kim,” he replies softly, lips brushing against some strands of Hongbin’s hair as he speaks. Hongbin hums in response, lifting his legs a little only to let them fall back down to dangle from the treehouse lazily.
“You sing good.” Hongbin says softly to match Taekwoon’s tone. It’s not the first time Hongbin’s told him that, in fact most times he says that ‘his voice is like a soft warm breeze trailing over the clouds in summer’, but it doesn’t change the fact that Taekwoon can feel his heart trying to fly away in his chest every time Hongbin compliments his singing. Hongbin can feel Taekwoon’s lips press to his head at the words, and his smile tumbles into happy laughter echoing down from their seat up between the branches.
“Next time we’ll bring your guitar,” Taekwoon murmurs against Hongbin’s hair, making a slight shiver run down his spine. “Then you can play and I can sing, and maybe you can join me singing too.” There’s a small moment of silence as both of them consider the idea before Taekwoon ads in nothing more than a whisper, “That would be nice.”
Hongbin just smiles, looking out of the treehouse and into the grey rain washing over the forms and surfaces of things. He tries not to think of the way his fingers are still too slow to get the accords right in time with the melody, tries not to tell himself that his voice will sound anything but nice next to Taekwoon’s. He just looks on, revelling in the feeling of Taekwoon’s warmth seeping through their shirts and over to him, in the way Taekwoon’s arms hold him tight and secure, and as he hears Taekwoon starting to hum again he thinks yeah, that might not be such a bad idea after all.