[drabble] Walk again
Title: Walk again
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Elison Kim/Alexander Lee Eusebio
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mentions of sex, no beta.
Summary: I heard you decided to leave.
N/A: Off the pill. I sort of didn't want to write about this, but I just needed to at least materialize what I think in any way. The title is inspired on Hamasaki Ayumi's amazing Winding Road. Oh, how do you like my brand new icon? ♥
Very, very slowly, Alexander cracks one eye open, face bloated from sleep and mouth dry. He blinks, adjusting his pupil to the new amount of light they received, until he finally can raise his face inches away from the pillow and open both eyes. He makes a very soft, quiet purring sound in the back of his throat, lazily stirring and stretching his back, fists moving weakly under the sheets. It’s a cold morning, just like it’s usual for early March in Korea.
He blinks again. Just like it’s usual for early March in Korea.
Now with his back comfortable against the bed, he turns his head on the pillow and sees, right beside him, close enough for him to feel the heat, Eli sound asleep over one arm. A frown is formed on his forehead - Eli should stop sleeping over his arms, he always complains about pains after he wakes up. He suddenly has a sleepy smile when his eyes rest on Eli’s face. It’s placid and motionless, as though there’s nothing in the world to worry about - not even close to the various expressions he wore the last night. It was also bloated, to the point of being a bit distorted, and that makes Alexander giggle silently. He loves those times in which Eli doesn’t look perfect and gorgeous, when he’s just a guy that’s good looking but that’s it. Not an idol, not a performer, not a star. Just Elison Kim, Eli. Those are moments in which Alexander feels just like Alexander Eusebio and nothing is all that bad - so Alexander cherishes them.
I heard you decided to leave, Alexander remembers it. The way they avoided each other’s eyes, something they didn’t do in a long while. So that means you’re leaving.
His eyes move to Eli’s hair, and he stares at it. The golden bangs fall onto his forehead and eyes in a rather gracious yet messy way, glimmering under the faint sunlight from the window. They don’t look as straight and neat as they did the previous night, when he had them fixed for work. They were in disarray, rebellious but lazy, just spreading down his face and the pillow, coloring it gold. Alexander eyes those strands blankly, watching the way they framed and modified Eli’s face.
Eli’s hair changed, and that’s perfectly natural for his profession. There’s nothing unusual about that.
If you ask me, you’re being self-centered. Stupidly self-centered. He recalls having then shot Eli an indignant glare, pointing a finger to his face and saying just how much of a scared brat he was being. Scared of not facing the truth, of not being brave enough to step up and make himself heard. But he was different. He’d have none of that, no matter what it takes. And it took a lot, he thinks. It took a lot.
Alexander palms his own hair, and feels the familiar texture of the brown bangs meet his fingers. He runs his hand through their extension, not surprised by a different length he had not become used to. It is just like it had been for the last months. He thinks to himself it’s just like always.
And it’ll keep that way for as long as he wants it to, he remembers with an almost imperceptible small frown.
The clothes were thrown aside, and Alexander had whimpered because Eli was hurting him, too forceful, and the shadow in his suddenly dark eyes had made him wary. Alexander didn’t want it, he did not want it like that, but Eli had a firm grip on him. He tried to yank his arms away, but couldn’t; Eli wouldn’t even budge.
The sunlight hitting his face finally makes some success and makes Eli whimper lowly in his morning voice. Alexander blinks again, glad to see the boy open his eyes, though without much success. A smile plays on his lips when he realized Eli can’t open them more than that, a result of a decent night of sleep. He’d once said he could only sleep tight when next to Alexander, but that had been when they began dating and everything Eli did was trying to please and flatter him. It’s funny, but it is nicer now that he’s snarky and has bad days and doesn’t bother to hide it from him. It makes all the small things seem even more important.
It’s too much, he’d said before he could realized. Eli had said it, when it was just the two of them over the bed in the dark bedroom. Eli had his face buried in the crook of Alexander’s neck, and he’d said that in a quiet voice. Alexander understood, letting out a small moan when the lips kissed his skin. Eli looked up a few kisses later, and Alexander knew the way he nosed his jaw and then cheek was an apologetic gesture. The hands were no longer harsh, and the touches had become soothing and light. Apologizing through his actions rather than his words had always been Eli’s way of behaving, so Alexander never expected him to actually voice it. But he did. I’m sorry, with all the letters, loud and clear. Things were changing, maybe not of them in a bad way. So Alexander kissed him and bucked his hips up, into Eli’s.
Alexander smiles when Eli looks back at him, taking a moment to understand where he was and what had happened. They remain silent, simply eyeing each other for what could be minutes. It was a sort of habit of theirs in the occasions they could keep it.
“Were you watching me sleep?” Eli’s husky voice asks mockingly, a smug grin spread across his face. “Aw, baby, you’re so obnoxiously cheesy and creepy it makes me smile.”
Alexander rolls his eyes, even if there’s a light blush on his cheeks, but lets Eli move closer and wrap an arm around his waist, making himself comfortable in that cozy hug only Eli has. “Sometimes, I wonder why I cope with you. I never really reach an answer,” Alexander sulks, though he breaks into a smile when Eli amusedly nudges his ticklish ribcage.
They fall into silence once again when comforted in one another’s warmth. Eli rests his head on Alexander’s bare chest while the latter runs his fingers through the golden strands. He still can’t see the dark roots of Eli’s hair, and it feels a little feeble due to the strong, concentrated dye. One can tell it’s a very recent work.
And Alexander finds himself gazing at them again as he toys with the bangs, ruffling them a little just so he can use his fingers to comb them back to place. The shinier and newer they seem, the more they poke something in him. Everything goes on. He didn’t stop to think about it, but everything goes on. His own hair was the same, and that’s exactly what was different. That’s what he’d have to live with.
It takes him some seconds until he finally gulps down the bitter knot in his throat and opens his mouth.
“I like your new hairstyle,” he mutters, voice small and decided. Eli looks up and at him with an inquisitive gaze that slowly solves into a smile.
“I like your old one.”
Alexander gapes at him for a few moments. The tone he’d used had fitted Alexander’s, and there was a whole world of meanings behind those simple words. It’s a little silly, the way they grin at each other, so confident and naïve. But they don’t want to care. They won’t mourn over something that has not ended.
Eli moves up and kisses Alexander’s eyelids calmly. Then he winces and falls back to bed holding his arm, mumbling something about a major pain. Alexander sighs, sitting up and massaging the affected arm with repeatedly practiced ease. The younger one pouts like a little child, complains he’s rubbing too hard, damn it, Alexander, it hurts!, while Alexander whines about how Eli never changes and, even if tries to keep a reprimanding expression, the thought makes him smile.
And they move on along with the world.
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Elison Kim/Alexander Lee Eusebio
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mentions of sex, no beta.
Summary: I heard you decided to leave.
N/A: Off the pill. I sort of didn't want to write about this, but I just needed to at least materialize what I think in any way. The title is inspired on Hamasaki Ayumi's amazing Winding Road. Oh, how do you like my brand new icon? ♥
Very, very slowly, Alexander cracks one eye open, face bloated from sleep and mouth dry. He blinks, adjusting his pupil to the new amount of light they received, until he finally can raise his face inches away from the pillow and open both eyes. He makes a very soft, quiet purring sound in the back of his throat, lazily stirring and stretching his back, fists moving weakly under the sheets. It’s a cold morning, just like it’s usual for early March in Korea.
He blinks again. Just like it’s usual for early March in Korea.
Now with his back comfortable against the bed, he turns his head on the pillow and sees, right beside him, close enough for him to feel the heat, Eli sound asleep over one arm. A frown is formed on his forehead - Eli should stop sleeping over his arms, he always complains about pains after he wakes up. He suddenly has a sleepy smile when his eyes rest on Eli’s face. It’s placid and motionless, as though there’s nothing in the world to worry about - not even close to the various expressions he wore the last night. It was also bloated, to the point of being a bit distorted, and that makes Alexander giggle silently. He loves those times in which Eli doesn’t look perfect and gorgeous, when he’s just a guy that’s good looking but that’s it. Not an idol, not a performer, not a star. Just Elison Kim, Eli. Those are moments in which Alexander feels just like Alexander Eusebio and nothing is all that bad - so Alexander cherishes them.
I heard you decided to leave, Alexander remembers it. The way they avoided each other’s eyes, something they didn’t do in a long while. So that means you’re leaving.
His eyes move to Eli’s hair, and he stares at it. The golden bangs fall onto his forehead and eyes in a rather gracious yet messy way, glimmering under the faint sunlight from the window. They don’t look as straight and neat as they did the previous night, when he had them fixed for work. They were in disarray, rebellious but lazy, just spreading down his face and the pillow, coloring it gold. Alexander eyes those strands blankly, watching the way they framed and modified Eli’s face.
Eli’s hair changed, and that’s perfectly natural for his profession. There’s nothing unusual about that.
If you ask me, you’re being self-centered. Stupidly self-centered. He recalls having then shot Eli an indignant glare, pointing a finger to his face and saying just how much of a scared brat he was being. Scared of not facing the truth, of not being brave enough to step up and make himself heard. But he was different. He’d have none of that, no matter what it takes. And it took a lot, he thinks. It took a lot.
Alexander palms his own hair, and feels the familiar texture of the brown bangs meet his fingers. He runs his hand through their extension, not surprised by a different length he had not become used to. It is just like it had been for the last months. He thinks to himself it’s just like always.
And it’ll keep that way for as long as he wants it to, he remembers with an almost imperceptible small frown.
The clothes were thrown aside, and Alexander had whimpered because Eli was hurting him, too forceful, and the shadow in his suddenly dark eyes had made him wary. Alexander didn’t want it, he did not want it like that, but Eli had a firm grip on him. He tried to yank his arms away, but couldn’t; Eli wouldn’t even budge.
The sunlight hitting his face finally makes some success and makes Eli whimper lowly in his morning voice. Alexander blinks again, glad to see the boy open his eyes, though without much success. A smile plays on his lips when he realized Eli can’t open them more than that, a result of a decent night of sleep. He’d once said he could only sleep tight when next to Alexander, but that had been when they began dating and everything Eli did was trying to please and flatter him. It’s funny, but it is nicer now that he’s snarky and has bad days and doesn’t bother to hide it from him. It makes all the small things seem even more important.
It’s too much, he’d said before he could realized. Eli had said it, when it was just the two of them over the bed in the dark bedroom. Eli had his face buried in the crook of Alexander’s neck, and he’d said that in a quiet voice. Alexander understood, letting out a small moan when the lips kissed his skin. Eli looked up a few kisses later, and Alexander knew the way he nosed his jaw and then cheek was an apologetic gesture. The hands were no longer harsh, and the touches had become soothing and light. Apologizing through his actions rather than his words had always been Eli’s way of behaving, so Alexander never expected him to actually voice it. But he did. I’m sorry, with all the letters, loud and clear. Things were changing, maybe not of them in a bad way. So Alexander kissed him and bucked his hips up, into Eli’s.
Alexander smiles when Eli looks back at him, taking a moment to understand where he was and what had happened. They remain silent, simply eyeing each other for what could be minutes. It was a sort of habit of theirs in the occasions they could keep it.
“Were you watching me sleep?” Eli’s husky voice asks mockingly, a smug grin spread across his face. “Aw, baby, you’re so obnoxiously cheesy and creepy it makes me smile.”
Alexander rolls his eyes, even if there’s a light blush on his cheeks, but lets Eli move closer and wrap an arm around his waist, making himself comfortable in that cozy hug only Eli has. “Sometimes, I wonder why I cope with you. I never really reach an answer,” Alexander sulks, though he breaks into a smile when Eli amusedly nudges his ticklish ribcage.
They fall into silence once again when comforted in one another’s warmth. Eli rests his head on Alexander’s bare chest while the latter runs his fingers through the golden strands. He still can’t see the dark roots of Eli’s hair, and it feels a little feeble due to the strong, concentrated dye. One can tell it’s a very recent work.
And Alexander finds himself gazing at them again as he toys with the bangs, ruffling them a little just so he can use his fingers to comb them back to place. The shinier and newer they seem, the more they poke something in him. Everything goes on. He didn’t stop to think about it, but everything goes on. His own hair was the same, and that’s exactly what was different. That’s what he’d have to live with.
It takes him some seconds until he finally gulps down the bitter knot in his throat and opens his mouth.
“I like your new hairstyle,” he mutters, voice small and decided. Eli looks up and at him with an inquisitive gaze that slowly solves into a smile.
“I like your old one.”
Alexander gapes at him for a few moments. The tone he’d used had fitted Alexander’s, and there was a whole world of meanings behind those simple words. It’s a little silly, the way they grin at each other, so confident and naïve. But they don’t want to care. They won’t mourn over something that has not ended.
Eli moves up and kisses Alexander’s eyelids calmly. Then he winces and falls back to bed holding his arm, mumbling something about a major pain. Alexander sighs, sitting up and massaging the affected arm with repeatedly practiced ease. The younger one pouts like a little child, complains he’s rubbing too hard, damn it, Alexander, it hurts!, while Alexander whines about how Eli never changes and, even if tries to keep a reprimanding expression, the thought makes him smile.
And they move on along with the world.