Fic o4 - One Day
One Day (10 Drabbly bits)
@ Waiter!Han
SuJu (Siwon x Hankyung)
Inspired very much by random scans that I found on Soompi.
This is all bribes for xxheadclub's fault. >)
Waking up
Sleep still lingers at the edges of his vision, blurring his sight, and Siwon realises that he’s not on his bed. As a matter of fact, he’s not even on a bed at all, and his back is sore from the awkward position he’s in.
He peels his face from the pages of his accounting textbook, and winces at the crick in his neck, but when he looks up and feels the blanket around his shoulders, and sees a head of short, spiky hair across him, he smiles and this is one of the best mornings he’s had.
Morning rituals.
Siwon is awfully cute in the morning, Hankyung thinks, as he watches his friend and co-worker trudge around his apartment, disoriented. Catching him looking up from the breakfast he’s cooking, Siwon tilts his head confusedly, hand on the closet door, and Hankyung smirks, gesturing with the spatula towards the bathroom.
Siwon turns around, forehead immediately meeting wall, and Hankyung tries to muffle his laughter by looking back down at the frying pan.
Commuting.
It’s ten minutes after the last shuttle bus that they realise that they had managed to spend too much time over breakfast, and after locating and making sure Siwon had all his textbooks and stationery, the two of them help each other with scarves and winter jackets and step out to begin a long trek towards their University.
Even if he isn’t used to it, Hankyung doesn’t feel the cold at all, watching flushed cheeks and Siwon’s wide smile.
School.
Siwon finishes his accounting paper early, wondering if he did well enough, seeing as he spent last night looking at a sharp profile illuminated by the laptop’s screen more than his unit notes.
He forgets any accounting-related thought though, as soon as third-years start spilling from the Arts and Humanities’ lecture theatre, and his search for a familiar face immediately distracts him.
Work.
There are a blessedly few customers today, and Hankyung spends it taking his time with the dishes, listening to Siwon chatter on about some new project he heard the other University across town was starting, and how Heechul and Kibum were complaining about exchange students encroaching on their shared apartment.
Hankyung doesn’t hear much though, and instead he watches Siwon’s lips move as he talks.
Siwon doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore, only appreciating Hankyung’s attentive gaze.
Lunch.
Following their usual rituals of buying microwave-ready instant noodles from the 7-11 across the street, Siwon looks back questioningly as he feels Hankyung grab his arm, and he tries not to let himself grin stupidly at the sight of a huge packed (homemade!) lunch taking up half of Hankyung’s school bag.
He thinks he may have died and gone to heaven as Hankyung leans over and plucks a grain of rice caught on his cheek, then popping it into his own mouth as he goes back to his seat.
Getting off (work).
Hankyung looks up from tying his scarf as he exits the restaurant, pulling the fabric up higher to hide his delighted smile as he spots a familiar silhouette across the street, hunched against the cold and hands wrapped around an already-cooling can of coffee.
Siwon looks up and meets him halfway, and they start towards the bus stop. No words are needed, and they try to walk as close to each other as possible as snow beings to fall.
On the way home.
The restaurant they work in is fifteen minutes’ walk from their university, but almost half an hour on bus-and it’s another half an hour to complete the winding route to their apartment complex. Wherein he’d be usually bored out of his skull, Siwon doesn’t mind it so much now, and he sits perfectly still, adjusting slightly as they come to a rough patch on the road, making sure the sleeping Hankyung on his shoulder doesn’t get jostled awake.
Dinner.
Hankyung prepares dinner for one, and seats himself on the low table in front of the television, listening to the news as he slurps at his noodles and reads his lecture notes (with random doodles on the margins that he’d never let anyone see), but all of it seems empty, until he hears a knock on his door, and opens it to see Siwon holding up his own (defrosted, microwaveable) dinner and his evening's schoolwork.
Sleep.
The last thing Hankyung remembers is settling an extra blanket on Siwon’s shoulders, and several paragraphs on the Renaissance movement in Europe, and then cobwebby snapshots of dreams of warm smiles and cheeks flushed pink in winter.
-おわり
@ Waiter!Han
SuJu (Siwon x Hankyung)
Inspired very much by random scans that I found on Soompi.
This is all bribes for xxheadclub's fault. >)
Waking up
Sleep still lingers at the edges of his vision, blurring his sight, and Siwon realises that he’s not on his bed. As a matter of fact, he’s not even on a bed at all, and his back is sore from the awkward position he’s in.
He peels his face from the pages of his accounting textbook, and winces at the crick in his neck, but when he looks up and feels the blanket around his shoulders, and sees a head of short, spiky hair across him, he smiles and this is one of the best mornings he’s had.
Morning rituals.
Siwon is awfully cute in the morning, Hankyung thinks, as he watches his friend and co-worker trudge around his apartment, disoriented. Catching him looking up from the breakfast he’s cooking, Siwon tilts his head confusedly, hand on the closet door, and Hankyung smirks, gesturing with the spatula towards the bathroom.
Siwon turns around, forehead immediately meeting wall, and Hankyung tries to muffle his laughter by looking back down at the frying pan.
Commuting.
It’s ten minutes after the last shuttle bus that they realise that they had managed to spend too much time over breakfast, and after locating and making sure Siwon had all his textbooks and stationery, the two of them help each other with scarves and winter jackets and step out to begin a long trek towards their University.
Even if he isn’t used to it, Hankyung doesn’t feel the cold at all, watching flushed cheeks and Siwon’s wide smile.
School.
Siwon finishes his accounting paper early, wondering if he did well enough, seeing as he spent last night looking at a sharp profile illuminated by the laptop’s screen more than his unit notes.
He forgets any accounting-related thought though, as soon as third-years start spilling from the Arts and Humanities’ lecture theatre, and his search for a familiar face immediately distracts him.
Work.
There are a blessedly few customers today, and Hankyung spends it taking his time with the dishes, listening to Siwon chatter on about some new project he heard the other University across town was starting, and how Heechul and Kibum were complaining about exchange students encroaching on their shared apartment.
Hankyung doesn’t hear much though, and instead he watches Siwon’s lips move as he talks.
Siwon doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore, only appreciating Hankyung’s attentive gaze.
Lunch.
Following their usual rituals of buying microwave-ready instant noodles from the 7-11 across the street, Siwon looks back questioningly as he feels Hankyung grab his arm, and he tries not to let himself grin stupidly at the sight of a huge packed (homemade!) lunch taking up half of Hankyung’s school bag.
He thinks he may have died and gone to heaven as Hankyung leans over and plucks a grain of rice caught on his cheek, then popping it into his own mouth as he goes back to his seat.
Getting off (work).
Hankyung looks up from tying his scarf as he exits the restaurant, pulling the fabric up higher to hide his delighted smile as he spots a familiar silhouette across the street, hunched against the cold and hands wrapped around an already-cooling can of coffee.
Siwon looks up and meets him halfway, and they start towards the bus stop. No words are needed, and they try to walk as close to each other as possible as snow beings to fall.
On the way home.
The restaurant they work in is fifteen minutes’ walk from their university, but almost half an hour on bus-and it’s another half an hour to complete the winding route to their apartment complex. Wherein he’d be usually bored out of his skull, Siwon doesn’t mind it so much now, and he sits perfectly still, adjusting slightly as they come to a rough patch on the road, making sure the sleeping Hankyung on his shoulder doesn’t get jostled awake.
Dinner.
Hankyung prepares dinner for one, and seats himself on the low table in front of the television, listening to the news as he slurps at his noodles and reads his lecture notes (with random doodles on the margins that he’d never let anyone see), but all of it seems empty, until he hears a knock on his door, and opens it to see Siwon holding up his own (defrosted, microwaveable) dinner and his evening's schoolwork.
Sleep.
The last thing Hankyung remembers is settling an extra blanket on Siwon’s shoulders, and several paragraphs on the Renaissance movement in Europe, and then cobwebby snapshots of dreams of warm smiles and cheeks flushed pink in winter.
-おわり