sweet nothing-somethings (kyuhyun/leeteuk)
Sweet nothing-somethings
Kyuhyun/Leeteuk; PG; Fluff
380 words
Don't own them.
Based on this. Thank you sycoraxsnow for beta-ing ♥
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He shouldn't have an aversion to the camera, Kyuhyun mulls to himself. After all the time he's spent filming shows and being publicised on national television, the feeling of unease, knowing that someone is watching his every move, should have vanished a long time ago.
It apparently hasn't.
Leeteuk shifts a little on the chair next to him, typing something onto the keyboard in front of him. Kyuhyun thinks Leeteuk should eat more and stop exercising before the sun has the time to rise; he can see his spine protruding out through the fabric of the shirt he's wearing. He studies the other's profile for a moment, contemplating the idea of hugging him, patting him on the back - anything - in his mind, wondering how Leeteuk can look so maternal even when he's not trying. Glancing over Leeteuk's shoulder, Kyuhyun observes as Leeteuk's mouse pointer suddenly goes erratic and he turns around to face him.
"What?" He smirks, raising a hand to his mouth to hide his grin.
"Interested?" Leeteuk counters, laughing in that way Kyuhyun loves, soft and not at all like the laugh he's famous for, before returning his attention to the screen in front of him.
Kyuhyun reclines in his chair, relaxing as the music washes over him and, on a sudden whim, scoots over a little closer to Leeteuk as he leans away from the computer, having finished whatever. Sending the camera another apprehensive glance, Kyuhyun takes the awkward opportunity to lay his head happily on Leeteuk's shoulder, hand instinctively curling over Leeteuk's elbow. His shoulder is far from comfortable, but it doesn't matter because it's the only time Leeteuk isn't being hogged by other members like a certain brash, obnoxious person he knows. Kyuhyun lets his lids slide close in bliss and imagines his mother's laugh, sniffs at Leeteuk's cologne that day and decides he likes it.
Leeteuk smiles and Kyuhyun feels it on the top of his head, lips moving as warm breath escapes into his hair.
Letting a small, silly smile slowly appear on his features, Kyuhyun's mind wanders while Leeteuk flips through his script, the crinkling of papers giving the atmosphere a sudden feel of home. And all of a sudden, the camera doesn't seem as ominous or threatening any more.
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Kyuhyun/Leeteuk; PG; Fluff
380 words
Don't own them.
Based on this. Thank you sycoraxsnow for beta-ing ♥
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He shouldn't have an aversion to the camera, Kyuhyun mulls to himself. After all the time he's spent filming shows and being publicised on national television, the feeling of unease, knowing that someone is watching his every move, should have vanished a long time ago.
It apparently hasn't.
Leeteuk shifts a little on the chair next to him, typing something onto the keyboard in front of him. Kyuhyun thinks Leeteuk should eat more and stop exercising before the sun has the time to rise; he can see his spine protruding out through the fabric of the shirt he's wearing. He studies the other's profile for a moment, contemplating the idea of hugging him, patting him on the back - anything - in his mind, wondering how Leeteuk can look so maternal even when he's not trying. Glancing over Leeteuk's shoulder, Kyuhyun observes as Leeteuk's mouse pointer suddenly goes erratic and he turns around to face him.
"What?" He smirks, raising a hand to his mouth to hide his grin.
"Interested?" Leeteuk counters, laughing in that way Kyuhyun loves, soft and not at all like the laugh he's famous for, before returning his attention to the screen in front of him.
Kyuhyun reclines in his chair, relaxing as the music washes over him and, on a sudden whim, scoots over a little closer to Leeteuk as he leans away from the computer, having finished whatever. Sending the camera another apprehensive glance, Kyuhyun takes the awkward opportunity to lay his head happily on Leeteuk's shoulder, hand instinctively curling over Leeteuk's elbow. His shoulder is far from comfortable, but it doesn't matter because it's the only time Leeteuk isn't being hogged by other members like a certain brash, obnoxious person he knows. Kyuhyun lets his lids slide close in bliss and imagines his mother's laugh, sniffs at Leeteuk's cologne that day and decides he likes it.
Leeteuk smiles and Kyuhyun feels it on the top of his head, lips moving as warm breath escapes into his hair.
Letting a small, silly smile slowly appear on his features, Kyuhyun's mind wanders while Leeteuk flips through his script, the crinkling of papers giving the atmosphere a sudden feel of home. And all of a sudden, the camera doesn't seem as ominous or threatening any more.
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