Drabble #5 - First Snow (Teddy/Taeyang)
Title: First Snow
Pairing: Teddy/Taeyang
Rating: PG
Summary: "I think I love you," Youngbae says, staring up at the night sky.
They step out onto Teddy's balcony to watch the first snowfall of the year together, freezing their toes and the tips of their noses, but then Youngbae's hand slips into his own and Teddy refuses to ruin the moment by ducking inside for shoes and an extra hoodie. He's seen this coming, precipitated it with every too-long hug and every night he let Youngbae spend in his apartment with loneliness as his excuse, and he doesn't have the strength to try and stop it anymore.
"I think I love you," Youngbae says, staring up at the night sky. Seconds pass before he looks at Teddy, snowflakes stuck to his eyelashes and to his reddened cheeks, and this could be so right except it isn't. The details are all wrong: the tightly-controlled anguish in his voice, the way his eyes are shining, the pang of worry in Teddy's chest.
Teddy doesn't know what to do anymore with this kid who spends every moment of his free time hiding from the world, sleeping on his couch or reading from a worn-out Bible. He wonders when he and Jiyong switched personalities without anyone noticing, when Youngbae turned into a somber-faced shadow of himself.
"I love you, too," he finally replies, and Youngbae's answering smile looks drawn but sincere. "It's okay, you know."
The smile fades and Youngbae stares into the distance again, his palm cold and clammy against Teddy's.
"YB." He tries to reach him, to make him feel better in the only way he can think of, but Youngbae tenses up as soon as he leans closer.
"Not yet," he says quickly, his fingertips digging into the back of Teddy's hand. His breaths puff out into the cold air between them, too fast and too irregular, so Teddy backs off, easing his hand out of Youngbae's grip.
His toes are numb by the time Youngbae relaxes enough to move close to him again. His hand closes around his arm, the cold seeping through Teddy's hoodie, but this time he's smart enough to stay completely still while Youngbae inches closer and slowly, slowly rests his forehead on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Teddy repeats, then wonders how many more times he'll have to do so before Youngbae starts believing it.
Pairing: Teddy/Taeyang
Rating: PG
Summary: "I think I love you," Youngbae says, staring up at the night sky.
They step out onto Teddy's balcony to watch the first snowfall of the year together, freezing their toes and the tips of their noses, but then Youngbae's hand slips into his own and Teddy refuses to ruin the moment by ducking inside for shoes and an extra hoodie. He's seen this coming, precipitated it with every too-long hug and every night he let Youngbae spend in his apartment with loneliness as his excuse, and he doesn't have the strength to try and stop it anymore.
"I think I love you," Youngbae says, staring up at the night sky. Seconds pass before he looks at Teddy, snowflakes stuck to his eyelashes and to his reddened cheeks, and this could be so right except it isn't. The details are all wrong: the tightly-controlled anguish in his voice, the way his eyes are shining, the pang of worry in Teddy's chest.
Teddy doesn't know what to do anymore with this kid who spends every moment of his free time hiding from the world, sleeping on his couch or reading from a worn-out Bible. He wonders when he and Jiyong switched personalities without anyone noticing, when Youngbae turned into a somber-faced shadow of himself.
"I love you, too," he finally replies, and Youngbae's answering smile looks drawn but sincere. "It's okay, you know."
The smile fades and Youngbae stares into the distance again, his palm cold and clammy against Teddy's.
"YB." He tries to reach him, to make him feel better in the only way he can think of, but Youngbae tenses up as soon as he leans closer.
"Not yet," he says quickly, his fingertips digging into the back of Teddy's hand. His breaths puff out into the cold air between them, too fast and too irregular, so Teddy backs off, easing his hand out of Youngbae's grip.
His toes are numb by the time Youngbae relaxes enough to move close to him again. His hand closes around his arm, the cold seeping through Teddy's hoodie, but this time he's smart enough to stay completely still while Youngbae inches closer and slowly, slowly rests his forehead on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Teddy repeats, then wonders how many more times he'll have to do so before Youngbae starts believing it.