candid; myungyeol
candid.
drabble; fluff
candid( ˈkændɪd) adj.
1. not posed or rehearsed. 2. without pretense or reserve; straightforward; open
Myungsoo watches as Sungyeol's eyes dance around behind his eyelids.
It's fascinating, like everything else about him. Like how his voice cracks when he's too excited to say something that he forgoes breathing, like how he believes Myungsoo's words even if they're so far-fetched, like how his eyes light up before he leans in to kiss Myungsoo.
He needs to sleep now, he knows, before manager hyung barges in to do his regular check in. With one last glance to assure himself that Sungyeol's chest keeps up its rhythm of rise and fall dutifully, he pulls his camera from his side and aims, capturing the beautiful face of the one who captured his heart.
When the sound of mermaids singing from Sungyeol's dream turn to the familiar sound of camera shutter snapping from the reality, he knows what he will find once he opens his eyes: Myungsoo with his trusty (bigger-than-his-face huge) camera.
And Myungsoo does not disappoint.
Sungyeol shouldn't even think it, but he has to admit that his heart must be fluttering a little (okay, more than a little) as he lets his gaze roam at the plump of Myungsoo's lips, which are upturned in a shy, boyish grin at the moment.
L Kim of INFINITE is the guy devoid of facial expression, oozing with charisma and sex appeal with his short and calculated answers during interviews and heated stares that seem to pierce through anyone. He's the guy posed for the fans, one who was molded to be admired even with just one look.
Kim Myungsoo, however, is the boy who often spaces out during these activities, disappears from the camera frame as he trips on air, stares at one object for far too long to be considered normal, speaks with as much tact as a dead tree, photographs everything, and clings to his members as if he needs it to anchor him to himself (Sungyeol often thinks that's the case when Myungsoo is attached to his back).
That's Myungsoo when he forgets people are watching, or when he believes he can trust their Inspirits to still like him even when he's not playing the role of Ice Prince. That's the Myungsoo that Sungyeol kisses behind closed doors, when both their guards collapse around them like a sandcastle kicked relentlessly.
Sungyeol closes his eyes again. "I thought I told you to not stalk me when I'm sleeping."
"But I like you better when you're sleeping." Myungsoo brushes stray hair out of Sungyeol's closed eyes. "Because you don't, you know, freak out on me."
Sungyeol laughs because it's true, so he kisses Myungsoo the way he wants to kiss him, the way Myungsoo wants to be kissed -- without restraints and nothing holding him back.
When they pull away from each other Myungsoo asks, "Can I sleep here tonight?"
Sungyeol snorts, scooting over to give Myungsoo some space; as if he ever listened to Sungyeol when he said no.
a/n: i am still in the process of collecting my brain back from dead air, so here i am reposting old stuff because i can't seem to finish anything. D; but long weekend so yay. hopefully i accomplish something before it ends :)
drabble; fluff
candid( ˈkændɪd) adj.
1. not posed or rehearsed. 2. without pretense or reserve; straightforward; open
Myungsoo watches as Sungyeol's eyes dance around behind his eyelids.
It's fascinating, like everything else about him. Like how his voice cracks when he's too excited to say something that he forgoes breathing, like how he believes Myungsoo's words even if they're so far-fetched, like how his eyes light up before he leans in to kiss Myungsoo.
He needs to sleep now, he knows, before manager hyung barges in to do his regular check in. With one last glance to assure himself that Sungyeol's chest keeps up its rhythm of rise and fall dutifully, he pulls his camera from his side and aims, capturing the beautiful face of the one who captured his heart.
When the sound of mermaids singing from Sungyeol's dream turn to the familiar sound of camera shutter snapping from the reality, he knows what he will find once he opens his eyes: Myungsoo with his trusty (bigger-than-his-face huge) camera.
And Myungsoo does not disappoint.
Sungyeol shouldn't even think it, but he has to admit that his heart must be fluttering a little (okay, more than a little) as he lets his gaze roam at the plump of Myungsoo's lips, which are upturned in a shy, boyish grin at the moment.
L Kim of INFINITE is the guy devoid of facial expression, oozing with charisma and sex appeal with his short and calculated answers during interviews and heated stares that seem to pierce through anyone. He's the guy posed for the fans, one who was molded to be admired even with just one look.
Kim Myungsoo, however, is the boy who often spaces out during these activities, disappears from the camera frame as he trips on air, stares at one object for far too long to be considered normal, speaks with as much tact as a dead tree, photographs everything, and clings to his members as if he needs it to anchor him to himself (Sungyeol often thinks that's the case when Myungsoo is attached to his back).
That's Myungsoo when he forgets people are watching, or when he believes he can trust their Inspirits to still like him even when he's not playing the role of Ice Prince. That's the Myungsoo that Sungyeol kisses behind closed doors, when both their guards collapse around them like a sandcastle kicked relentlessly.
Sungyeol closes his eyes again. "I thought I told you to not stalk me when I'm sleeping."
"But I like you better when you're sleeping." Myungsoo brushes stray hair out of Sungyeol's closed eyes. "Because you don't, you know, freak out on me."
Sungyeol laughs because it's true, so he kisses Myungsoo the way he wants to kiss him, the way Myungsoo wants to be kissed -- without restraints and nothing holding him back.
When they pull away from each other Myungsoo asks, "Can I sleep here tonight?"
Sungyeol snorts, scooting over to give Myungsoo some space; as if he ever listened to Sungyeol when he said no.
a/n: i am still in the process of collecting my brain back from dead air, so here i am reposting old stuff because i can't seem to finish anything. D; but long weekend so yay. hopefully i accomplish something before it ends :)