[fic] Experimenting with Writing Styles
Prompt: I’ll think about it tomorrow *courtesy of the SJ Random Pairing Generator
Title: Why do you love?
Genre: Romance//Angst
Rating: G?
Pairing: One-sided YeTeuk, implied KangTeuk and Hanry
Summary: He watches them with sad eyes but doesn’t do anything and you can’t help the question that slips past your lips for the thousandth time.
*Author’s Comment: Personally I don’t think this was very good. This was just me trying to write a fic while experimenting with one of my less-used writing styles. Also this was written in Han Geng’s POV.*
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He’s sitting at the kitchen table when you walk in, a cup of steaming hot chocolate between his hands. He shivers slightly in the cold and you walk over to the window and close it.
He looks up at you with a thankful expression and you smile and open the fridge to get a glass of orange juice for yourself. You take the time to observe his current state, not that it’s any different from every other day.
It’s early-winter and he’s fittingly dressed, clad in a loose cream-coloured sweater that hangs too-big on his small frame, the sleeves covering his hands up to his mid-fingers. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by your presence, his dark chocolate eyes focusing on the circles of steam rising from the glass cup in between his fingertips.
It’s quiet at first but then the silence is broken by a door slamming open somewhere down the hall and voices you automatically recognize become louder as they come closer.
Eeteuk rushes past the doorway first, followed by Kangin who tackles him into the couch before they both end up a laughing mess of tangled arms and legs.
You shake your head in exasperation before you catch his expression from the corner of your eye.
He’s sitting there as calmly as ever, watching them fool around as he takes a tentative sip of his hot chocolate.
You wonder how he can always watch so placidly, without a trace of emotion, and then you look at his eyes.
You’re somewhat surprised to see emotion in them, because usually he can hide it so well. But you guess it’s because no one but you is there with him and he probably doesn’t think that you’ll notice.
He watches them with glimmering eyes that look like they’re about to let dams burst forth with glistening silver tears. But he holds them back and simply smiles easily, the result of experience he’s gained by doing it so many times in their career.
He watches them, or rather him, with sad eyes and doesn’t do anything and you can’t help the question that slips past your lips for about the thousandth time.
“Why do you love him, Yesung?”
He blinks unshed tears away when the words reach his ears and he turns around and smiles effortlessly yet again and he does it so seamlessly that you can’t tell if it’s real or fake.
“Why do you love, Han Geng?” he replies simply, before he takes another quiet sip of his hot chocolate.
You’re surprised to the point where you’re speechless for a moment as you follow his eyes to the doorway and look back into the living room.
Some of the others have occupied the room by now and your eyes catch a trace of a pale as moon pallor that could only belong to one person. Well, to you maybe, but you can see his smile curve even more upward when he catches your eyes scanning the room for the young violinist.
You find him standing by the window talking to Sungmin and his eyes meet yours and he waves in your direction, a happy smile on his face that you can’t help but return.
You see Sungmin whisper something in the younger’s ear and he blushes darkly before lightly smacking the older male’s shoulder. Sungmin only grins wider and says something else that you can’t hear from across the room and Henry suddenly finds the floor interesting as he nods in reply.
But then you remember his question and you turn back to him, the member still sitting at the polished wooden table, his cup half-empty now and weak plumes of steam attempting to rise above the top of the mug.
He’s looking expectantly at you, an eyebrow raised, waiting for your answer.
Why do you love, Han Geng?
You try to answer but no words come out from your lips and he smiles still, the corners of his lips curving upwards just so.
“It’s because he makes you happy, isn’t it?”
It’s this question that confuses you even more and makes you realize then that even though he’s younger than you, he’s years wiser, considering the way he’s talking like he knows your heart inside and out.
Your mind is filled with so many more questions now and it makes you impatient even though you have the feeling that you already know what his answer is going to be.
“If you love him so much, why don’t you just tell him?”
He’s smiling again and you’ve never known how much you hate that smile until now, when he’s using it on you. It’s serene and warm and disarming but it makes you feel like he already knows what you were going to say before you even say it.
“Because he’s happy.” Is his simple answer.
You shake your head and glance back into the living room where the leader has settled on sitting on the couch and leaning against Kangin’s shoulder as the other talks to Heechul about whatever is playing on the TV.
“I don’t understand you, Yesung.” You finally say as you lean against the wall in exasperation.
You don’t remember why or how this conversation started in the first place (Oh, right, it was you that started it.) but it leaves you half-expecting him to explain to you and half-expecting him to just smile that placid smile of his and walk away to leave you feeling more puzzled than ever.
“If he loved someone else, what would you do?” he asks and you sigh. You’re tired of his questions but your mind won’t let you leave without knowing everything there is to know about this.
You know exactly who he is referring to and your gaze slowly changes to look at your young paramour for just a fraction of a second before you turn your attention back onto him just as quickly.
“Would you tell him? Or would you keep it to yourself?” he asks and you know your answer before you even think about it.
“He’s happy so why would I tell him?” You say and you realize that you’ve answered your own question. And he still smiles because he knows.
He gets up finally, placing his cup in the sink with a soft clink and moving so he stands next to you, looking at his love with the same sad longing gaze as before and you can’t help but squeeze his shoulder gently in comfort.
“His happiness means much more to me than mine, Han Geng.” He says finally, the longest sentence you’ve heard him say since you came into the kitchen. He gives you a thankful look before leaving and walking down the hall. Seconds later, a door closed softly in the distance, barely audible above the voices of the other members.
You think about his words later that night when you’re holding your love in your arms, and he looks up at you, his eyes questioning. You smile and shake your head, kissing the top of his hair softly and you fall after him into a dreamless slumber.
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Okay, personally I don't think this fic was very good. This was mostly me experimenting with a different writing style so please forgive me if it's absolutely horrible =.=
On the other hand, please tell me what you thought of this. I'm posting another longer version as well because I'm not satisfied with this story and because I'm like that
I promise my next fic will be much happier, to those who might be starting to think that all I write is angst =.=