Soft Like His Hair, Cold Like His Tears; HoSu; PG-15; Drama, Angst; One-shot
Title: Soft Like His Hair, Cold Like His Tears
Author: Hanabi Reeza [aoireeza]
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Drama, Angst
Pairing: HoSu, implied JaeHo
Word Count: 609 words
Disclaimers: These delicious boys are not mine. Boo.
Summary: When the sun rises, JunSu stops dreaming.
** crossposted at hug______ and hosu_yongwonhi
The moon is casting a cool feel of warmth on the room and the curtains by the window filter the light that is trying to permeate the four walls of the place. You look at the evening sky - you find yourself becoming breathless at the beauty of it all.
You let your eyes travel from the scenery captured by the window to the soft light that the moon is casting on the sheets enveloping you. Your hands instinctively flatten the curves made by the sudden movements that the bed has been a witness to some few moments ago. A ghost of a smile appears on your lips as you absentmindedly twirl his soft locks in between your fingers.
Your eyes fix on his features - his skin is flawless, perfect in every way possible. And yes, he has found the perfect hairstyle for himself, you muse, and a chuckle surfaces on your lips as the thought occurs to you. His eyebrows are neither thick nor thin - a perfect addition to the perfection that he already is. His eyes are tightly shut, and you suppress the urge to awaken him from his deep slumber just so he’d have his eyes on you - only on you. And his lips - on his lips is a smile that is incredulously infectious; you are most invited to capture his lips in a kiss.
A sigh escapes your lips as you linger the feel of his lips on yours - a frantic exchange of worries, regrets, and unspoken apologies. And then you find yourself smiling, just a bit, a melancholic kind of happiness laced in pretension and hope engulfing you in a warm embrace.
Jae - you hear an almost inaudible sound escape his lips. You try to catch your breath - you are not going to answer his call. That is not your name, is it? He murmurs the name a second time, voice laced with longing and something akin to desperation. You then succumb to his wishes - you could pretend for a few more moments.
Hm? And then you see a smile make its way to his lips as his hand reaches out to trace your features - his fingers travel from your hair down to your eyes, and eventually to your lips. We’ll conquer the world, won’t we? You almost laugh at his statement - a choked laugh would escape your lips, you muse, and you quickly hold back the urge to submit yourself to laughter. But you are brave enough to part your lips ever so slightly to give an affirmation to his statement - Yes.
You see a contented smile form on his lips and he blinks twice before letting his fingers intertwine with yours. You feel a wave of exhaustion fill you and you could no longer pretend - you have reached your limit. You are tired.
How many years have you trained just to be this close to the one person you look up to?
I’m JunSu, you manage to whisper to the tears slowly cascading down your cheeks. You keep your voice low and soft so that he may not hear you. Your lips move almost instinctively and you repeat your previous statement - I’m JunSu. He lets out a sigh of contentment, and then you feel his hold on you slowly loosen as if he’s letting go of you. The moon casts a faint glow on him and you want to tighten your hold on his fingers. But you don’t want him to know. He must not know.
The sound of peaceful melody fills the four corners of the room only to be distorted by the softest sound of sobbing.
And then he falls asleep.
Author: Hanabi Reeza [aoireeza]
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Drama, Angst
Pairing: HoSu, implied JaeHo
Word Count: 609 words
Disclaimers: These delicious boys are not mine. Boo.
Summary: When the sun rises, JunSu stops dreaming.
** crossposted at hug______ and hosu_yongwonhi
The moon is casting a cool feel of warmth on the room and the curtains by the window filter the light that is trying to permeate the four walls of the place. You look at the evening sky - you find yourself becoming breathless at the beauty of it all.
You let your eyes travel from the scenery captured by the window to the soft light that the moon is casting on the sheets enveloping you. Your hands instinctively flatten the curves made by the sudden movements that the bed has been a witness to some few moments ago. A ghost of a smile appears on your lips as you absentmindedly twirl his soft locks in between your fingers.
Your eyes fix on his features - his skin is flawless, perfect in every way possible. And yes, he has found the perfect hairstyle for himself, you muse, and a chuckle surfaces on your lips as the thought occurs to you. His eyebrows are neither thick nor thin - a perfect addition to the perfection that he already is. His eyes are tightly shut, and you suppress the urge to awaken him from his deep slumber just so he’d have his eyes on you - only on you. And his lips - on his lips is a smile that is incredulously infectious; you are most invited to capture his lips in a kiss.
A sigh escapes your lips as you linger the feel of his lips on yours - a frantic exchange of worries, regrets, and unspoken apologies. And then you find yourself smiling, just a bit, a melancholic kind of happiness laced in pretension and hope engulfing you in a warm embrace.
Jae - you hear an almost inaudible sound escape his lips. You try to catch your breath - you are not going to answer his call. That is not your name, is it? He murmurs the name a second time, voice laced with longing and something akin to desperation. You then succumb to his wishes - you could pretend for a few more moments.
Hm? And then you see a smile make its way to his lips as his hand reaches out to trace your features - his fingers travel from your hair down to your eyes, and eventually to your lips. We’ll conquer the world, won’t we? You almost laugh at his statement - a choked laugh would escape your lips, you muse, and you quickly hold back the urge to submit yourself to laughter. But you are brave enough to part your lips ever so slightly to give an affirmation to his statement - Yes.
You see a contented smile form on his lips and he blinks twice before letting his fingers intertwine with yours. You feel a wave of exhaustion fill you and you could no longer pretend - you have reached your limit. You are tired.
How many years have you trained just to be this close to the one person you look up to?
I’m JunSu, you manage to whisper to the tears slowly cascading down your cheeks. You keep your voice low and soft so that he may not hear you. Your lips move almost instinctively and you repeat your previous statement - I’m JunSu. He lets out a sigh of contentment, and then you feel his hold on you slowly loosen as if he’s letting go of you. The moon casts a faint glow on him and you want to tighten your hold on his fingers. But you don’t want him to know. He must not know.
The sound of peaceful melody fills the four corners of the room only to be distorted by the softest sound of sobbing.
And then he falls asleep.