Agree to Disagree
Title: Agree to Disagree
Pairing: BangHim (Yongguk/Himchan)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Length: 2,039
Type: Oneshot
Summary: The most beautiful relationships are the imperfect ones.
Note: Wrote this for Leya 'cos it's her birthday weee. She once told me how she likes bickering BangHim. I tried meheh.
The clock reads six-twenty eight and he’s up two minutes before he’s supposed to be. Himchan searches his mind for right date to correspond with a new day and he knows it’s a Wednesday. He’s delighted because on Wednesdays he gets to enjoy another thirty minutes in bed when it’s not his turn to take the trash out and walk the dog as furiously fought over a number of summers ago when they first moved into their current abode together and they decided they needed to set some rules. Himchan thinks up to this day Yongguk had only suggested that to go into a tickle fight with Himchan until he gives in and agrees to take all the weekends for himself. Lazy bastard.
Yongguk is deep in his sleep when the alarm brings life into the room they shared. Himchan wants to turn it off but he waits for Yongguk to do it, because to be honest he’d rather have an alarm disrupt Yongguk from his journey in dreamland than to do it himself because he knows better. Yongguk had always groaned, maybe even cursed, whenever the alarm went off and today is no different. Yongguk stirs in bed, Himchan feels it dip each time, and suddenly everything goes silent. Himchan is thankful and he expects nothing out of the ordinary, so when Yongguk languidly places an arm around his waist his eyes shoot open and thoughts of sleeping in are thrown out the window.
“Your turn today, Yongguk.”
He hears something between a whine and a grumble and Himchan guesses Yongguk is refusing to do his daily responsibility.
“I did my part yesterday Bang Yongguk. I’m not doing it again. Plus we ordered take out last night the trash is filled I-”
Yongguk cuts him off when he yanks him by his side so they’re facing each other and Himchan finds his face buried in Yongguk’s chest. Himchan knows what Yongguk wants, because in years too young to be tainted by standards and social construct and Himchan thinking it’s fine to fall in love with boys and Yongguk agreeing, unfolding into a clearer notion of society and morality with friends picking on them and their families disowning them but not giving a single damn, Yongguk takes Himchan in his arms and tells him he has loved Himchan in all his forms but nothing else compares to having Himchan pressed up against his body, feeling every beat pulse through him and knowing just how incredibly in sync they are. Yongguk tells him he loves him a bit more each time he holds him and Himchan reveres in another day of loving Yongguk and being loved by Yongguk.
But the huge Wednesday is running through his head again and he pushes Yongguk away, much to his own dismay.
“Garbage collection day! We’re gonna miss it and the trash is gonna pile up again. And Hurricane needs his morning walk.”
It takes him almost a year before he finally accepts the name Yongguk had given their pet husky which he claims to have found in the train station but nothing escapes Himchan, not even the annoying almost-girl-like crush Yongguk’s junior Daehyun had on him since they became seatmates in Biology and how Daehyun had been saving up for a special gift. Himchan confronts Yongguk about it and he caves in, tells him he feels completely heartless if he rejects the gift and what is supposedly a simple dinner conversation escalates into a complete chaos of push and pull between two opposing forces that when Himchan threatens Yongguk with a break up and Yongguk agrees to it without second thoughts, both their worlds crumble.
Himchan takes it back as fast as he lunges himself towards Yongguk and Yongguk opens his arms and tells him he’s sorry and that he’ll take the dog back. Himchan tells him they can keep him. They both sleep on the couch and the morning after when Yongguk gets up he wonders if a hurricane hit their living room because not a single thing is in its right place. He calls the dog Hurricane and he almost isn’t sure about it until Himchan asks him what Hurricane is in English and he decides to keep the name not for the memory of the fight but the fonder thought of Himchan.
Yongguk barely opens his eyes, pretends he half-understands Himchan under the haze of just-woken-up and reaches out to him, glad Himchan has barely inched away from him. Himchan puffs his frustration out before he thrashes out of bed, catching Yongguk off guard but before Yongguk could open his eyes he sees Himchan’s back storming off. Doors are opened and shut, lids lifted and closed and the garbage truck roars to life outside their house. Yongguk feels the blanket slide off his torso when he gets up, truly guilty for making Himchan do all the work again.
He doesn’t bother putting on a shirt before trudging out the room and he finds Himchan in the yard putting Hurricane on a leash. Himchan is barely clothed, Yongguk takes note of that and the cold midsummer morning air bites against his skin so he takes his jacket from the coat hanger by the door before following him out. Himchan is almost done when Yongguk joins him.
“I’ll do it, go inside. It’s freezing out here.”
Himchan doesn’t look at him, makes himself busy with Hurricane’s collar though honestly nothing about it needs fixing. Yongguk knows he may have started their day wrong and he holds back a sigh. “Himchan, I’d kill myself if you got sick. Go inside, I’ll take Hurricane for a walk.”
“Should’ve thought of that earlier.” Himchan doesn’t know how he lets it out because he really has been trying his best not to overreact, but he has little regard for hurt feelings and he focuses on how Hurricane has been tugging on him for the last minute or two. “I’ll be back in a while.”
Yongguk says nothing more and he almost forgets his earlier predicament, until a neighbour on a bike passes them by and greets him, buying him more time.
“Good morning, you two!” Dongwoo beams from across the street and Himchan brings his hand up for a small wave. Yongguk does the same.
Dongwoo climbs off his bike and makes his way over to Hurricane who seems to have developed a liking for the other boy. When he tugs a bit harshly on his leash Himchan lets him go and in seconds he’s in Dongwoo’s arms.
“You’re getting so big now!” Dongwoo ruffles him up a bit, pets him and laughs as Hurricane responds to his touch, delighting in his company. It takes him a bit more petting before Dongwoo leads him back to Himchan and the two plaster on smiles almost too brilliant for Dongwoo to notice the heavy tension in the air.
“You guys are doing a great job taking care of him.” Dongwoo means nothing by it but Himchan brings up a distant memory of Yongguk comparing taking care of a dog to raising a family and he chuckles, partly because Yongguk was silly thinking they could do it, and partly because he knew he was the luckiest man in the world because he had someone as loving and wonderful as Yongguk next to him, who claims he doesn’t want to have a family with anyone else but Himchan. For a moment, Himchan feels like nothing is wrong. Probably there really isn’t anything wrong; he was just really annoyed but he believes it shall pass.
“Well I’m off to the grocery store but I’ll buy you a treat on the way back okay?” Hurricane wags his tail and Dongwoo chuckles before bidding his friends farewell.
“Take this, at least.”
Dongwoo is in a safe distance and Yongguk is sure no one is looking when he strips off his jacket and hands it over to Himchan. Himchan has to look away from the beads of purple and pink splattered almost too carelessly over Yongguk’s chest to suppress the blush creeping up his cheeks. He takes the jacket and tells Yongguk to go inside.
Yongguk manages to salvage what remains of the pancake batter when he doesn’t burn the last batch. He sets aside the crisp, almost black ones for himself and places the perfect ones in Himchan’s plate next to the blueberries. Yongguk had never made pancakes, and the recipe of the internet wasn’t helping because they didn’t tell him how not to almost roast them but he manages to prepare breakfast just before he hears the familiar barks from outside. Himchan locks the big enough cage after feeding Hurricane and he wants to take a bit more time outside but the burnt smell coming from the kitchen turns his world upside down and he almost crashes into the living room only to find Yongguk placing the bowl of strawberries on the table.
“Yongguk! What happened? Why does it smell like something’s burning in here?”
Himchan doesn’t notice the food laid out for him and Yongguk’s heart sinks a bit. “I-made breakfast.”
It’s when Himchan takes everything in and he has to refrain from grinning so much. He sees fresh fruits on the table, a pitcher of ice-cold orange juice next to the plate of sliced ham, and a plate of blueberry pancakes opposite a couple of what he can only assume is the reason for the weird smell.
Himchan walks over to the table and Yongguk thinks he might’ve hated his table arrangement or his cooking but he sees Himchan take a couple of his pancakes and switch it with his burnt ones until both of them have equally perfect and bad batches on their plates and Yongguk doesn’t hold back when he wraps his arms around Himchan’s waist.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” Yongguk nuzzles against Himchan’s locks, damp from sweat and dew and Yongguk thinks there isn’t a better combination. “It’s not that I didn’t want to do any of those it’s just-” Yongguk turns Himchan around and when he almost expects him to push him away Himchan is the one with his arms around his waist and he smiles. “I just wanted to cuddle with you more.”
“I know. We can cuddle after breakfast though.” Himchan loosens his grip, body turned to make his way towards his seat but Yongguk is quick to pull him back for a small, chaste, gentle good morning kiss. He realizes they forgot to do it earlier.
“I love you.” Yongguk kisses the tip of his nose and Himchan doesn’t take long enough to respond.
“I love you too.”
Breakfast is quiet, simple, and nice. They almost go into another argument when Yongguk doesn’t believe Himchan when he tells him his pancakes taste great even when burnt, until they both realize how stupid it is to fight over pancakes and they stop before things could go out of hand.
“You’re just saying that because you love me.”
Yongguk finishes drying the glasses and he hands them over to Himchan.
“I am not. I mean it Yongguk.”
Yongguk gives up the fight and takes Himchan in his arms again when he least expects it. He smiles when Himchan yelps in this embrace, but he’s even happier when the other doesn’t push him away. He knows things really are better now.
Both Yongguk and Himchan don’t deny how sometimes they tire of fighting over the silliest things, but they think back to when they were children playing in the backyard at Yongguk’s house and how they would always figure out who was better at doing something. And they did figure it out, because Yongguk and Himchan both know how Himchan should do the laundry instead of Yongguk, how Yongguk was better with electronics, how Himchan cooked better, and how Yongguk tended to the garden better.
Ultimately, they were thankful for the fights because it was how they realized how much they complete each other.
And frankly, both Yongguk and Himchan don’t mind the little arguments here and there because like each time, they know they would find their way back into each other’s arms. And that’s something they wouldn’t trade for the world.
Pairing: BangHim (Yongguk/Himchan)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Length: 2,039
Type: Oneshot
Summary: The most beautiful relationships are the imperfect ones.
Note: Wrote this for Leya 'cos it's her birthday weee. She once told me how she likes bickering BangHim. I tried meheh.
The clock reads six-twenty eight and he’s up two minutes before he’s supposed to be. Himchan searches his mind for right date to correspond with a new day and he knows it’s a Wednesday. He’s delighted because on Wednesdays he gets to enjoy another thirty minutes in bed when it’s not his turn to take the trash out and walk the dog as furiously fought over a number of summers ago when they first moved into their current abode together and they decided they needed to set some rules. Himchan thinks up to this day Yongguk had only suggested that to go into a tickle fight with Himchan until he gives in and agrees to take all the weekends for himself. Lazy bastard.
Yongguk is deep in his sleep when the alarm brings life into the room they shared. Himchan wants to turn it off but he waits for Yongguk to do it, because to be honest he’d rather have an alarm disrupt Yongguk from his journey in dreamland than to do it himself because he knows better. Yongguk had always groaned, maybe even cursed, whenever the alarm went off and today is no different. Yongguk stirs in bed, Himchan feels it dip each time, and suddenly everything goes silent. Himchan is thankful and he expects nothing out of the ordinary, so when Yongguk languidly places an arm around his waist his eyes shoot open and thoughts of sleeping in are thrown out the window.
“Your turn today, Yongguk.”
He hears something between a whine and a grumble and Himchan guesses Yongguk is refusing to do his daily responsibility.
“I did my part yesterday Bang Yongguk. I’m not doing it again. Plus we ordered take out last night the trash is filled I-”
Yongguk cuts him off when he yanks him by his side so they’re facing each other and Himchan finds his face buried in Yongguk’s chest. Himchan knows what Yongguk wants, because in years too young to be tainted by standards and social construct and Himchan thinking it’s fine to fall in love with boys and Yongguk agreeing, unfolding into a clearer notion of society and morality with friends picking on them and their families disowning them but not giving a single damn, Yongguk takes Himchan in his arms and tells him he has loved Himchan in all his forms but nothing else compares to having Himchan pressed up against his body, feeling every beat pulse through him and knowing just how incredibly in sync they are. Yongguk tells him he loves him a bit more each time he holds him and Himchan reveres in another day of loving Yongguk and being loved by Yongguk.
But the huge Wednesday is running through his head again and he pushes Yongguk away, much to his own dismay.
“Garbage collection day! We’re gonna miss it and the trash is gonna pile up again. And Hurricane needs his morning walk.”
It takes him almost a year before he finally accepts the name Yongguk had given their pet husky which he claims to have found in the train station but nothing escapes Himchan, not even the annoying almost-girl-like crush Yongguk’s junior Daehyun had on him since they became seatmates in Biology and how Daehyun had been saving up for a special gift. Himchan confronts Yongguk about it and he caves in, tells him he feels completely heartless if he rejects the gift and what is supposedly a simple dinner conversation escalates into a complete chaos of push and pull between two opposing forces that when Himchan threatens Yongguk with a break up and Yongguk agrees to it without second thoughts, both their worlds crumble.
Himchan takes it back as fast as he lunges himself towards Yongguk and Yongguk opens his arms and tells him he’s sorry and that he’ll take the dog back. Himchan tells him they can keep him. They both sleep on the couch and the morning after when Yongguk gets up he wonders if a hurricane hit their living room because not a single thing is in its right place. He calls the dog Hurricane and he almost isn’t sure about it until Himchan asks him what Hurricane is in English and he decides to keep the name not for the memory of the fight but the fonder thought of Himchan.
Yongguk barely opens his eyes, pretends he half-understands Himchan under the haze of just-woken-up and reaches out to him, glad Himchan has barely inched away from him. Himchan puffs his frustration out before he thrashes out of bed, catching Yongguk off guard but before Yongguk could open his eyes he sees Himchan’s back storming off. Doors are opened and shut, lids lifted and closed and the garbage truck roars to life outside their house. Yongguk feels the blanket slide off his torso when he gets up, truly guilty for making Himchan do all the work again.
He doesn’t bother putting on a shirt before trudging out the room and he finds Himchan in the yard putting Hurricane on a leash. Himchan is barely clothed, Yongguk takes note of that and the cold midsummer morning air bites against his skin so he takes his jacket from the coat hanger by the door before following him out. Himchan is almost done when Yongguk joins him.
“I’ll do it, go inside. It’s freezing out here.”
Himchan doesn’t look at him, makes himself busy with Hurricane’s collar though honestly nothing about it needs fixing. Yongguk knows he may have started their day wrong and he holds back a sigh. “Himchan, I’d kill myself if you got sick. Go inside, I’ll take Hurricane for a walk.”
“Should’ve thought of that earlier.” Himchan doesn’t know how he lets it out because he really has been trying his best not to overreact, but he has little regard for hurt feelings and he focuses on how Hurricane has been tugging on him for the last minute or two. “I’ll be back in a while.”
Yongguk says nothing more and he almost forgets his earlier predicament, until a neighbour on a bike passes them by and greets him, buying him more time.
“Good morning, you two!” Dongwoo beams from across the street and Himchan brings his hand up for a small wave. Yongguk does the same.
Dongwoo climbs off his bike and makes his way over to Hurricane who seems to have developed a liking for the other boy. When he tugs a bit harshly on his leash Himchan lets him go and in seconds he’s in Dongwoo’s arms.
“You’re getting so big now!” Dongwoo ruffles him up a bit, pets him and laughs as Hurricane responds to his touch, delighting in his company. It takes him a bit more petting before Dongwoo leads him back to Himchan and the two plaster on smiles almost too brilliant for Dongwoo to notice the heavy tension in the air.
“You guys are doing a great job taking care of him.” Dongwoo means nothing by it but Himchan brings up a distant memory of Yongguk comparing taking care of a dog to raising a family and he chuckles, partly because Yongguk was silly thinking they could do it, and partly because he knew he was the luckiest man in the world because he had someone as loving and wonderful as Yongguk next to him, who claims he doesn’t want to have a family with anyone else but Himchan. For a moment, Himchan feels like nothing is wrong. Probably there really isn’t anything wrong; he was just really annoyed but he believes it shall pass.
“Well I’m off to the grocery store but I’ll buy you a treat on the way back okay?” Hurricane wags his tail and Dongwoo chuckles before bidding his friends farewell.
“Take this, at least.”
Dongwoo is in a safe distance and Yongguk is sure no one is looking when he strips off his jacket and hands it over to Himchan. Himchan has to look away from the beads of purple and pink splattered almost too carelessly over Yongguk’s chest to suppress the blush creeping up his cheeks. He takes the jacket and tells Yongguk to go inside.
Yongguk manages to salvage what remains of the pancake batter when he doesn’t burn the last batch. He sets aside the crisp, almost black ones for himself and places the perfect ones in Himchan’s plate next to the blueberries. Yongguk had never made pancakes, and the recipe of the internet wasn’t helping because they didn’t tell him how not to almost roast them but he manages to prepare breakfast just before he hears the familiar barks from outside. Himchan locks the big enough cage after feeding Hurricane and he wants to take a bit more time outside but the burnt smell coming from the kitchen turns his world upside down and he almost crashes into the living room only to find Yongguk placing the bowl of strawberries on the table.
“Yongguk! What happened? Why does it smell like something’s burning in here?”
Himchan doesn’t notice the food laid out for him and Yongguk’s heart sinks a bit. “I-made breakfast.”
It’s when Himchan takes everything in and he has to refrain from grinning so much. He sees fresh fruits on the table, a pitcher of ice-cold orange juice next to the plate of sliced ham, and a plate of blueberry pancakes opposite a couple of what he can only assume is the reason for the weird smell.
Himchan walks over to the table and Yongguk thinks he might’ve hated his table arrangement or his cooking but he sees Himchan take a couple of his pancakes and switch it with his burnt ones until both of them have equally perfect and bad batches on their plates and Yongguk doesn’t hold back when he wraps his arms around Himchan’s waist.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” Yongguk nuzzles against Himchan’s locks, damp from sweat and dew and Yongguk thinks there isn’t a better combination. “It’s not that I didn’t want to do any of those it’s just-” Yongguk turns Himchan around and when he almost expects him to push him away Himchan is the one with his arms around his waist and he smiles. “I just wanted to cuddle with you more.”
“I know. We can cuddle after breakfast though.” Himchan loosens his grip, body turned to make his way towards his seat but Yongguk is quick to pull him back for a small, chaste, gentle good morning kiss. He realizes they forgot to do it earlier.
“I love you.” Yongguk kisses the tip of his nose and Himchan doesn’t take long enough to respond.
“I love you too.”
Breakfast is quiet, simple, and nice. They almost go into another argument when Yongguk doesn’t believe Himchan when he tells him his pancakes taste great even when burnt, until they both realize how stupid it is to fight over pancakes and they stop before things could go out of hand.
“You’re just saying that because you love me.”
Yongguk finishes drying the glasses and he hands them over to Himchan.
“I am not. I mean it Yongguk.”
Yongguk gives up the fight and takes Himchan in his arms again when he least expects it. He smiles when Himchan yelps in this embrace, but he’s even happier when the other doesn’t push him away. He knows things really are better now.
Both Yongguk and Himchan don’t deny how sometimes they tire of fighting over the silliest things, but they think back to when they were children playing in the backyard at Yongguk’s house and how they would always figure out who was better at doing something. And they did figure it out, because Yongguk and Himchan both know how Himchan should do the laundry instead of Yongguk, how Yongguk was better with electronics, how Himchan cooked better, and how Yongguk tended to the garden better.
Ultimately, they were thankful for the fights because it was how they realized how much they complete each other.
And frankly, both Yongguk and Himchan don’t mind the little arguments here and there because like each time, they know they would find their way back into each other’s arms. And that’s something they wouldn’t trade for the world.