Drawing a line
Title: Drawing a line
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Summary: Drawing is Donghae's obsession. And for Hyukjae it's unbelievably fascinating.
A/N: Just a short one because I don't have much time. Enjoy reading!
„ Drawing a line “
You draw. You draw ever since I've met you. It's your passion. Your own way of expressing your feelings, your mood. As soon as you hold a pencil and a piece of paper you seem to be living in your own little world. And it's unbelievably fascinating how at that moment just the two simple items become the only existing things for you. It's so simple yet so astonishing how you can give a life to those beautiful creations using just your oh so talented hands. A sheer miracle.
I love watching you draw. The concentrated expression on your face, wrinkles formed between your eyebrows, head tilted to the side and tongue sticked out a little. Your hand moving across the paper, shading the lines, smudging it with fingertips. The way you hum a random melody. How you don't care about things around you. How you're lost in your obsession. It reminds of the day I met you. The day I saw you for the first time in that park.
It was in winter and although it didn't snow, the wind was really strong and cold, harsh to my skin. My hands were dipping deeper into the pockets of my coat and my warm breath was forming little clouds in the air while I was drifting around the park. I just simply sat on the bench and watched people passing by for a while when I saw you.
You were sitting on the bench opposite me, your head tilted down, bangs falling into your eyes as you were focusing on the paper and drawing something. Your hands were unprotected and you were just sitting there calmly, concentrating on your drawing, not even bothering with bitter wind. You seemed so weirdly interesting to me.
I was watching you from distance like I'm used to even now and I don't even know why but after a while I stood up and approached you slowly with an awkward 'Aren't you cold?'. And then came a handshake of two freezing hands, first shy words and steps to my house. And few moments later two bodies were matted together, warming up each other and two cold lips were connecting, melding into one. Who could know that day I did the most important decision in my life?
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And here you are again. Doing what you do all the time, what you like so much and what you're so good at. You're sitting on the same bed as usually, your back resting against the headboard, knees raised, both feet on the bed and sketch-book leaned on your tighs. A few balls of creased paper are lying on the floor and the faint noise of pencil scratching against paper is filling the silence as you're scribbling something with a frown on your face. You're so absent-minded that you don't even notice my presence.
I stand here with my head leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed on my chest and dumb smile plastered on my face as I'm watching you, admiring you quietly. And as I don't want to bother you I can't help but unstick myself from the place and walk my way straight to you.
I sit close to you and lean my head on your shoulder, closing my eyes, enjoying the simple feeling of your body pressed against mine. You seem to not noticing my presence like usually and at some point I feel like grabbing you by shoulders and shaking with you fiercely to get your attention but I just sigh and speak up to wake you up from the trance.
''Donghae~, are you on the planet Earth?''
''Hmm?'' you stir a little from the sudden noise and turn your head to meet my eyes.
''I'm seriously getting jealous over the pencil.'' I say and glare at the damn thing in your hand.
''You're just overacting.'' you chuckle and set your eyes back on the paper.
''Maybe.'' I encircle your arm with my hand as you continue drawing and I began to study the picture in front of you.
There is a spring garden. One of those beautiful Japanese gardens full of cherry blossoms, wooden bridge and little lake sparkling underneath. It's so wonderful that I let myself drag into the scenery and for a moment I feel like I'm standing there on that bridge, feeling fresh breeze, smelling scent of spring flowers and watching the trees swinging in the rhythm of the wind. It's like a magic.
"How you do it?" I ask once I'm back in reality. "Where do you get inspiration?"
"Well, from many different things. From imagination. Nature. By watching fire, clouds or stars in the sky. And sometimes it comes just out of the blue."
"You always draw just Nature." I realize as I leaf through all of your drawings in my head.
"Yes, I do. Because what more than Nature can we have? All of the things, Nature is the most precious being ever." you look deep into my eyes. "You know, when I start drawing an ordinary thing, I realize how extraordinary it is. And if you can see beauty in everything then you are an artist. I can't imaginate my life without drawing. I've been drawing all my life." you say preoccupied in your own thoughts, searching for the right words to say.
"Teach me."
"What?"
"Teach me how to draw. I want to know how to draw." I look at you with shining eyes, taken by those beautiful words you said earlier.
"Okay then. Come here." you say cheerfully, forgeting about your drawing and pleased by my sudden interest.
You hold the sketch-book in your hand, stretch your legs and spread them wide motioning me to sit in between. I drag myself between them, rolling over you in a progress and sit comfortably, leaning my back against your chest and raising my knees. You turn the page and place the sketch-book on my tighs. Then you lean forward to peck my cheek, making me giggle and put your chin on my shoulder. You hand me the pencil, take my hand in yours and guide it slowly across the paper, drawing random lines.
"Remember there are no rules. Only tools." you whisper softly in my ear. "Drawing is honesty of art. There is no possibility of cheating." you take my other hand and smudge the lines with my fingertips, creating shadows. "A line is simply a dot going for a walk. And the essence of drawing is the line exploring space. And drawing is simply putting a line around an idea." you breathe against my ear, making me shiver and I can't concentrate anymore.
I just feel your hot breath against my skin, your whispering voice in my ears and your warm hand touching my trembling one. And when you take my free hand and gently kiss my fingertips it's too much to handle. My breath hitches as I feel butterflies in my stomach and I drop the pencil.
"Why are you so nervous?" you chuckle and brush your soft lips against my ear.
"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" I say, my voice sounding little breathless.
"You know I like teasing you." you kiss the shell of my ear and nibble my earlobe delicately.
I manage to resist you after a while and smirk as an idea cross my mind. I grab the sketch-book and throw it in a random direction. Then I climb my way to the edge of the bed and kneel down, leaving you behind with puzzled expresion on your face.
"You're not the only one who know how to tease." I look at you temptingly and very slowly slide my hands down my sides to the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, tousling my hair in a progress.
"You're not allowed to touch until the show is over." I say teasingly and throw the piece of clothes on the floor. Then I start moving my hips from side to side, imaginating myself dancing to the music and my hand find its way up to rub my lips suggestively.
As I sway to my imaginative music I began to touch my body sensually, drawing special attention to my favourite parts. I caress my chest, stomach, hip bones and finally slide my hand into my pants, imaginating that my hands are yours.
I look at you all the time, never breaking an eye contact and you look as if you were frozen, not moving an inch, like a statue. You stare at me like I'm an illusion, like I'm not real, just your dream or fancy from your imagination. Like if I would dissapear in a second. And when I start unzipping my pants and pulling them down slowly you stir and swallow hard.
"Now you're the one who's nervous." I say, satisfied with your uneasy statement.
Then I gradually remove all my clothes and throw it away carelessly until there's nothing on me. Then I kneel down again and run my fingers through my hair while biting my lower lip, doing sexy mess on my head.
"Stop! Don't move. Stay like this." you blurt out and stretch your hand forward in a fast motion, almost shoving your palm into my face. Then a stupid smile appears on your face and I can practically see a light bulb pop up above your head.
"What? Why?" I gasp, widening my eyes in shock and confusion.
"Don't ask. Just do it." you get off the bed and look around the room, searching for something while I'm kneeling naked on the bed in uncomfortable position, hand stucked in my hair and feel like an idiot.
You then come back, holding the sketch-book which I threw away earlier in your hands and sit on the bed with excited expression on your face. Then you look at me and frown like you always do when you're thinking about something and tap your chin with your index finger.
"Put your other hand on your hip."
"What are you doing right now?" I ask, still not understanding what's going on but do as I was told to.
"Now tilt your head to the side a little." you continue, ignoring my question and I just do what you want me to.
"Yeah. Perfect." you grab the pencil and now I'm the one with light bulb above my head.
"You're going to draw me, aren't you?"
"No. I'm going to write a poem." you roll your eyes and look at me carefully, studying my body, memorizing every detail of it before focusing on the paper and scribbling vigorously.
"Are we remaking Titanic?" I joke as the scene reminds me of the famous movie.
"Shut up, Hyuk." you shush me, obviously not wanting to play the game.
I just stare at you dumbfoundly for a while, looking at your serious face. I notice you squint your eyes as you look at me from time to time and at some point it seems funny to me and before I realize it I'm already laughing.
"Stay still." you say not even bothering to look at me.
"Sorry."
I stare at you again as I'm trying to be serious and notice it's here again. You leaved to your own world far away from here. You seem so content that it makes me wonder how does it look like there, in the little world of yours. And then my heart starts pounding in my chest crazily because I realize how incredibly special and intimate this moment is. Because I realize that I'm practically exposing my naked body to you. Offering myself to you. And suddenly I know that there's nobody else I want to ever expose myself to. Just you. It will always be just you.
And once again I find myself admiring you from the distance. Admiring your beauty. Perfect features of your face, your beautiful skin, your soft lips, your cute nose and your shining eyes. You are so wonderfuly mesmerizing. I love you. I love everything about you. I want you. I need you now. I'm hungry for your touch. I want you to hold me tight.
"Let's make love tonight." I breathe out after staring at you for God knows how long.
You look at me with hazy eyes, shocked a little because it’s been a while since we did it last time.
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And within a blink of an eye you're as naked as I am. Two longing bodies are pressing together, lips are searching for lips, trembling hands are searching for skin and one racing heart is searching for the other.
You don't leave any part of my body unkissed, untouched, unloved. Your hands are rough from the hard work and it's such a contrast against my smooth skin but the touch is deep, full of love and feelings. And then finally two bodies are moving in unison, in synchronous rhythm.
You're not making love to me expertly, mechanically, coldly. The way you do it thrill my heart, takes my soul away and arouses my senses. It's all about what we feel inside. It's a poetry in motion. Speak of love.
A moment like this feels like a moment in paradise. Then suddenly the world becomes misty for me, just a whirl of colours and sounds of love as I feel mind-blowing ecstasy. Pure nirvana. And once I return to the Earth from wherever you took me, two sweaty bodies are lying next to each other and breathing heavily, there's that beautiful feeling of loving and being loved and I know my life is complete. With you by my side.
This night is made just for us. So let's take this night for loving. And make it last till morning. Although I know when I wake up you'll draw to infinity but it's okay because like you said, you can't live without drawing and I accept it. For now let's just end tonight with those three sweet words. 'I love you.'
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Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Summary: Drawing is Donghae's obsession. And for Hyukjae it's unbelievably fascinating.
A/N: Just a short one because I don't have much time. Enjoy reading!
„ Drawing a line “
You draw. You draw ever since I've met you. It's your passion. Your own way of expressing your feelings, your mood. As soon as you hold a pencil and a piece of paper you seem to be living in your own little world. And it's unbelievably fascinating how at that moment just the two simple items become the only existing things for you. It's so simple yet so astonishing how you can give a life to those beautiful creations using just your oh so talented hands. A sheer miracle.
I love watching you draw. The concentrated expression on your face, wrinkles formed between your eyebrows, head tilted to the side and tongue sticked out a little. Your hand moving across the paper, shading the lines, smudging it with fingertips. The way you hum a random melody. How you don't care about things around you. How you're lost in your obsession. It reminds of the day I met you. The day I saw you for the first time in that park.
It was in winter and although it didn't snow, the wind was really strong and cold, harsh to my skin. My hands were dipping deeper into the pockets of my coat and my warm breath was forming little clouds in the air while I was drifting around the park. I just simply sat on the bench and watched people passing by for a while when I saw you.
You were sitting on the bench opposite me, your head tilted down, bangs falling into your eyes as you were focusing on the paper and drawing something. Your hands were unprotected and you were just sitting there calmly, concentrating on your drawing, not even bothering with bitter wind. You seemed so weirdly interesting to me.
I was watching you from distance like I'm used to even now and I don't even know why but after a while I stood up and approached you slowly with an awkward 'Aren't you cold?'. And then came a handshake of two freezing hands, first shy words and steps to my house. And few moments later two bodies were matted together, warming up each other and two cold lips were connecting, melding into one. Who could know that day I did the most important decision in my life?
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And here you are again. Doing what you do all the time, what you like so much and what you're so good at. You're sitting on the same bed as usually, your back resting against the headboard, knees raised, both feet on the bed and sketch-book leaned on your tighs. A few balls of creased paper are lying on the floor and the faint noise of pencil scratching against paper is filling the silence as you're scribbling something with a frown on your face. You're so absent-minded that you don't even notice my presence.
I stand here with my head leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed on my chest and dumb smile plastered on my face as I'm watching you, admiring you quietly. And as I don't want to bother you I can't help but unstick myself from the place and walk my way straight to you.
I sit close to you and lean my head on your shoulder, closing my eyes, enjoying the simple feeling of your body pressed against mine. You seem to not noticing my presence like usually and at some point I feel like grabbing you by shoulders and shaking with you fiercely to get your attention but I just sigh and speak up to wake you up from the trance.
''Donghae~, are you on the planet Earth?''
''Hmm?'' you stir a little from the sudden noise and turn your head to meet my eyes.
''I'm seriously getting jealous over the pencil.'' I say and glare at the damn thing in your hand.
''You're just overacting.'' you chuckle and set your eyes back on the paper.
''Maybe.'' I encircle your arm with my hand as you continue drawing and I began to study the picture in front of you.
There is a spring garden. One of those beautiful Japanese gardens full of cherry blossoms, wooden bridge and little lake sparkling underneath. It's so wonderful that I let myself drag into the scenery and for a moment I feel like I'm standing there on that bridge, feeling fresh breeze, smelling scent of spring flowers and watching the trees swinging in the rhythm of the wind. It's like a magic.
"How you do it?" I ask once I'm back in reality. "Where do you get inspiration?"
"Well, from many different things. From imagination. Nature. By watching fire, clouds or stars in the sky. And sometimes it comes just out of the blue."
"You always draw just Nature." I realize as I leaf through all of your drawings in my head.
"Yes, I do. Because what more than Nature can we have? All of the things, Nature is the most precious being ever." you look deep into my eyes. "You know, when I start drawing an ordinary thing, I realize how extraordinary it is. And if you can see beauty in everything then you are an artist. I can't imaginate my life without drawing. I've been drawing all my life." you say preoccupied in your own thoughts, searching for the right words to say.
"Teach me."
"What?"
"Teach me how to draw. I want to know how to draw." I look at you with shining eyes, taken by those beautiful words you said earlier.
"Okay then. Come here." you say cheerfully, forgeting about your drawing and pleased by my sudden interest.
You hold the sketch-book in your hand, stretch your legs and spread them wide motioning me to sit in between. I drag myself between them, rolling over you in a progress and sit comfortably, leaning my back against your chest and raising my knees. You turn the page and place the sketch-book on my tighs. Then you lean forward to peck my cheek, making me giggle and put your chin on my shoulder. You hand me the pencil, take my hand in yours and guide it slowly across the paper, drawing random lines.
"Remember there are no rules. Only tools." you whisper softly in my ear. "Drawing is honesty of art. There is no possibility of cheating." you take my other hand and smudge the lines with my fingertips, creating shadows. "A line is simply a dot going for a walk. And the essence of drawing is the line exploring space. And drawing is simply putting a line around an idea." you breathe against my ear, making me shiver and I can't concentrate anymore.
I just feel your hot breath against my skin, your whispering voice in my ears and your warm hand touching my trembling one. And when you take my free hand and gently kiss my fingertips it's too much to handle. My breath hitches as I feel butterflies in my stomach and I drop the pencil.
"Why are you so nervous?" you chuckle and brush your soft lips against my ear.
"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" I say, my voice sounding little breathless.
"You know I like teasing you." you kiss the shell of my ear and nibble my earlobe delicately.
I manage to resist you after a while and smirk as an idea cross my mind. I grab the sketch-book and throw it in a random direction. Then I climb my way to the edge of the bed and kneel down, leaving you behind with puzzled expresion on your face.
"You're not the only one who know how to tease." I look at you temptingly and very slowly slide my hands down my sides to the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, tousling my hair in a progress.
"You're not allowed to touch until the show is over." I say teasingly and throw the piece of clothes on the floor. Then I start moving my hips from side to side, imaginating myself dancing to the music and my hand find its way up to rub my lips suggestively.
As I sway to my imaginative music I began to touch my body sensually, drawing special attention to my favourite parts. I caress my chest, stomach, hip bones and finally slide my hand into my pants, imaginating that my hands are yours.
I look at you all the time, never breaking an eye contact and you look as if you were frozen, not moving an inch, like a statue. You stare at me like I'm an illusion, like I'm not real, just your dream or fancy from your imagination. Like if I would dissapear in a second. And when I start unzipping my pants and pulling them down slowly you stir and swallow hard.
"Now you're the one who's nervous." I say, satisfied with your uneasy statement.
Then I gradually remove all my clothes and throw it away carelessly until there's nothing on me. Then I kneel down again and run my fingers through my hair while biting my lower lip, doing sexy mess on my head.
"Stop! Don't move. Stay like this." you blurt out and stretch your hand forward in a fast motion, almost shoving your palm into my face. Then a stupid smile appears on your face and I can practically see a light bulb pop up above your head.
"What? Why?" I gasp, widening my eyes in shock and confusion.
"Don't ask. Just do it." you get off the bed and look around the room, searching for something while I'm kneeling naked on the bed in uncomfortable position, hand stucked in my hair and feel like an idiot.
You then come back, holding the sketch-book which I threw away earlier in your hands and sit on the bed with excited expression on your face. Then you look at me and frown like you always do when you're thinking about something and tap your chin with your index finger.
"Put your other hand on your hip."
"What are you doing right now?" I ask, still not understanding what's going on but do as I was told to.
"Now tilt your head to the side a little." you continue, ignoring my question and I just do what you want me to.
"Yeah. Perfect." you grab the pencil and now I'm the one with light bulb above my head.
"You're going to draw me, aren't you?"
"No. I'm going to write a poem." you roll your eyes and look at me carefully, studying my body, memorizing every detail of it before focusing on the paper and scribbling vigorously.
"Are we remaking Titanic?" I joke as the scene reminds me of the famous movie.
"Shut up, Hyuk." you shush me, obviously not wanting to play the game.
I just stare at you dumbfoundly for a while, looking at your serious face. I notice you squint your eyes as you look at me from time to time and at some point it seems funny to me and before I realize it I'm already laughing.
"Stay still." you say not even bothering to look at me.
"Sorry."
I stare at you again as I'm trying to be serious and notice it's here again. You leaved to your own world far away from here. You seem so content that it makes me wonder how does it look like there, in the little world of yours. And then my heart starts pounding in my chest crazily because I realize how incredibly special and intimate this moment is. Because I realize that I'm practically exposing my naked body to you. Offering myself to you. And suddenly I know that there's nobody else I want to ever expose myself to. Just you. It will always be just you.
And once again I find myself admiring you from the distance. Admiring your beauty. Perfect features of your face, your beautiful skin, your soft lips, your cute nose and your shining eyes. You are so wonderfuly mesmerizing. I love you. I love everything about you. I want you. I need you now. I'm hungry for your touch. I want you to hold me tight.
"Let's make love tonight." I breathe out after staring at you for God knows how long.
You look at me with hazy eyes, shocked a little because it’s been a while since we did it last time.
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And within a blink of an eye you're as naked as I am. Two longing bodies are pressing together, lips are searching for lips, trembling hands are searching for skin and one racing heart is searching for the other.
You don't leave any part of my body unkissed, untouched, unloved. Your hands are rough from the hard work and it's such a contrast against my smooth skin but the touch is deep, full of love and feelings. And then finally two bodies are moving in unison, in synchronous rhythm.
You're not making love to me expertly, mechanically, coldly. The way you do it thrill my heart, takes my soul away and arouses my senses. It's all about what we feel inside. It's a poetry in motion. Speak of love.
A moment like this feels like a moment in paradise. Then suddenly the world becomes misty for me, just a whirl of colours and sounds of love as I feel mind-blowing ecstasy. Pure nirvana. And once I return to the Earth from wherever you took me, two sweaty bodies are lying next to each other and breathing heavily, there's that beautiful feeling of loving and being loved and I know my life is complete. With you by my side.
This night is made just for us. So let's take this night for loving. And make it last till morning. Although I know when I wake up you'll draw to infinity but it's okay because like you said, you can't live without drawing and I accept it. For now let's just end tonight with those three sweet words. 'I love you.'
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