post #29
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
Then warm me up, Baekhyun says cheekily but he puts on the stupid sweater and takes Kyungsoo’s hand, a layer of wool between skin because the sleeves are too long and it’s a poor imitation of the feeling he gets when he’s properly holding Baekhyun’s hand, and pulls him out onto the pavement. Neither of them have a car because Baekhyun’s mom doesn’t trust him to drive without killing twelve people at any given time and Kyungsoo thinks that walking would be quicker anyway because he’s one of those drivers who’s terrified of letting the needle flick past thirty. Besides, it’s better like this because it means he can hold Baekhyun’s hand and revel in the heat that seeps through the fabric into his skin.The streetlights shine a trail of yellow dots on the concrete of the pavement and they follow it past their school, past Baekhyun’s house, past the park to a grassy hill where they trek up the slope to the top and lie on the grass there. It is cold and wet from yesterday’s rain and it soaks through the Kyungsoo’s shirt, making it feel sticky and gross, although Baekhyun doesn’t seem to care so he doesn’t either.
Baekhyun is looking up at the sky as he says, Isn’t this nice? and Kyungsoo almost says, What, but Baekhyun is rolling his left sleeve up so he can hold Kyungsoo’s hand with skin-to-skin contact and it sets off fireworks in every single cell in Kyungsoo’s bloodstream.
It’s nice, Kyungsoo says and he doesn’t mean the stars, not when there’s one right next to him-he means the way Baekhyun is holding his hand like it’s a lifeline. How he’s holding, gripping onto it with their fingers twisted together, tapered and thin, and the simplest way Kyungsoo can put it is that Baekhyun is essentially hand-fucking him, and maybe even then that’s an understatement.
To really understand, you’d have to experience it firsthand. To hold someone’s hand properly is not just to hold their hand; it’s to hold their heart in yours and yours in theirs. It’s to let every brush of thumbs over knuckles speak infinite words in a language that’s a secret to only you and them and to let every second pass just like this where nothing else matters apart from your hands in theirs. Because there might be seven billion people in the world but you’re only in love with one and even if you can’t tell them that you love them with your voice, you’ll know that they know you do when you press your palms to theirs and it gives you the courage to maybe let those words write themselves on pages of oxygen and dissipate into nothing but a memory in their heart.
Baekhyun holds his hands just like that. He traces the veins that run in streets underneath the paper of Kyungsoo’s skin, blue and green beneath alabaster, and he holds it up against the curve of the moon and says something disgustingly cheesy like, Our love is bigger than the moon, which technically, is wrong because essentially, love is a quantity, however boundless it may be, not a size but Kyungsoo can’t find it in himself to be an asshole and correct Baekhyun. He is high on the lazy drawl of Baekhyun’s voice as he describes the constellations, clearly reciting from his astrology textbook and it’s cute how he’s bothered to memorise it all, and the anticipation buzzing in the air, and the only thing keeping him anchored to the precipice of sobriety is the heel of Baekhyun’s palm pressing his hand to the ground.
Are you listening? Baekhyun asks, voice cutting through Kyungsoo’s stupor and Kyungsoo feels the slightest bit guilty that he hasn’t been listening at all but he says, Yeah, and Baekhyun nudges his leg with his knee. No you haven’t, he says but he doesn’t sound mad and instead, he’s smiling and rolling over until he’s hovering over Kyungsoo and cups Kyungsoo’s face with his free hand. They’re just staring at each other, where Kyungsoo drowns in the ocean of Baekhyun’s irises, and then Baekhyun drags him up for air when he presses their lips together, kissing him hard.
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Better? he’s like, and Kyungsoo says, Not now that you’ve stopped, and Baekhyun laughs and pats his cheek. We’re just getting to the good part, he says and traces the soft curve of Kyungsoo’s jaw to his clavicles, dipping his thumb into sharp collarbones. He plants wet kisses all the way down Kyungsoo’s throat, resting for a second on his Adam’s apple where he sucks and Kyungsoo lets out a soft noise of contentment, still rubbing his thumb over the first joint in Baekhyun’s in continuous circles. Baekhyun moves further downwards, hitching up the hem of Kyungsoo’s sweater to his chest, bunched beneath his arms, to reveal an expanse of pale skin marred by a fading bruise above his ribcage and hickeys sucked on his hipbone, the results of Baekhyun’s latest idea of Let’s do something crazy and fuck in the bathrooms of Starbucks, which was probably a violation of the health code as well as the innocence of Joonmyeon’s virgin ears. He’s not the most built of guys in the way that he doesn’t have a rippling six pack or distinguishable muscles of any kind but that’s okay because he knows that Baekhyun thinks he’s beautiful with his marks painted on the canvas of Kyungsoo’s body.
Baekhyun flutters his fingers over Kyungsoo’s skin and presses kisses on his sternum with their hands clasped together all the while, never letting go, and it feels like heaven. A cold, wet heaven lying on a blanket of damp orange and red leaves but heaven all the same. Kyungsoo thinks he must look like an absolute wreck, if the way Baekhyun is staring at him unblinkingly with heavy lidded eyes is anything to go by, and he’s got the sleeve of his other hand captured between his teeth to muffle his moans as Baekhyun ruts against him, their hips rolling together in a steady rhythm that comes with his natural musical instincts and he’s got his teeth gritted together in an effort to stay silent himself.
But that’s not the reason why Baekhyun’s taken him up here Kyungsoo finds out twenty minutes later after they’ve fucked on the dewy grass in the dark with only the muted glow of the moon too far away and a streetlamp from seventy metres down. There’s something strangely romantic about this: sex on the grass in the middle of the night when there’s no one around and it’s just them and there’s no one to judge them or to tell them Maybe you’re not right for each other, or You’re too young to know what love is, and sure, it’s freezing and Kyungsoo thinks that his dick’s about to drop off but it’s perfect in a whole other way.
Baekhyun tugs at his hand and gestures for him to get up and he obliges, scrambling to his feet. He is pulled to the tall old oak tree behind them where Baekhyun takes out a Swiss knife from his pocket and starts scratching into the bark, writing something down. It takes a while until he’s finished because it’s hard with just one hand and when he’s done, he steps aside for Kyungsoo to see.
‘伯賢和暻秀,’ it says.
Kyungsoo doesn’t speak Chinese well but he knows enough to know what that means, that it’s their names in Chinese, but he still asks anyway, What does it mean, and Baekhyun squeezes his hand and pushes him against the tree with the words pressing into his back and kisses him and mumbles against his lips so quietly that he can’t hear it but feels it on his mouth, It means you and me, forever and always.
And forever and always might be hard promise to keep when they’re both eighteen and going to different universities after high school, halfway across the world from each other but it’s an easy one for them when Kyungsoo knows that their circadian rhythm will never stop because there might be seven billion people in the world but you can only really properly hold the hand of one.
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Fucking loved this line. Long, but loved it all.
I am incoherent now and your fill is like poetry in itself and I really have tears flowing down my cheeks because this is absolutely beautiful. Beautiful is an understatement really and I am really thankful for you filling this prompt because baeksoo is something I have never really read but crave (even more so after reading this) and if you, my dear anon, have written any other fics even if it's other pairings please reveal yourself I will stalk you for life.
♥ I can't express my gratitude. Wonderful, wonderful read. Xoxo.
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this is so beautiful
i am sobbing
sdjfhskdfhskd kjfksf sfskdjf i can't even with words anymore
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baeksoo is my otp and i
this is
sobs
marry me omg
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