[exo] love poems (and how to write them);
title: love poems (and how to write them);
pairing: Baekhyun/Yifan
word count: 548w
rating: PG13
summary: first krisbaek drabble for the intersection of parallel lines, which is basically just a collection of drabbles.
Baekhyun was to write a poem. There were infinite topics to choose from. But love was always easier to write about. He liked writing it with his own tongue, his own voice, fragile words carved delicately onto paper. He liked that love seemed better through poems and pieces, those kinds of pieces that peppered him with silent kisses when he read them.
Baekhyun could just say the word love, and it always reminded him of gummy smiles and awkward laughter blooming from uncertain chests and it reminded Baekhyun how he used to kiss those insecurities away. It reminded Baekhyun of the time made a canvas of broad shoulders and wiped his hands through golden locks, when he transferred words and praises through the gentle press of his lips. With soft curled lashes fluttering against his cheeks as the warm morning light crept into his room.
Love was the heavy footsteps of bare feet twirling around the living room, the warm hands that snaked around hips and the kisses to the forehead like a morning ritual, like coffee at nine before work. Love were like the fingers that slipped easily into Baekhyun’s hands as they walked downtown with a box of lunch filled with care and fondness that taste like last night’s kimchi and freshly sliced apples.
Baekhyun loved the thought of love being splashes of water in midafternoon when rain falls, shoulders brushing, shoulders wet with the sky’s happy tears.Let’s run! escaped love’s lips as umbrellas were spontaneously forgotten, scarves letting warmth free. They ran with silly grins and runny noses following them even after the apartment door get slammed shut. Love would give more kisses because kisses cure all. Baekhyun knew warm blankets on the couch always called when instances like that happened.
Dinner slipped by unnoticed as fingers carded through Baekhyun’s hair as he snored through Rachel McAdams’ tears for Ryan Gosling. Wake up love said with a certain deep voice, filling Baekhyun’s ears, and there’d food in the kitchen to fill his stomach, like the pizza he hadn’t tasted for weeks then, and his neighbor’s almost forgotten jigae from the fridge.
Love always made Baekhyun remember the things he needed, the warm showers, the kisses, and the soft cotton shorts for the night. Sleep came to take away fears, but never to take away love. Love stayed next to Baekhyun, curled up on the bed (wasn’t the person to wake up in the dead of the night to answer phone calls from the previous week’s one night stand). Love watched Baekhyun stir in his sleep, memorizes the moles on his face, and thinks how lucky must he be to love and be loved. Love, with dirty blond hair and silly gummy smiles. Love, who was always be there to drop a kiss to Baekhyun’s nose, his lips, his chin, and back to his lips and whisper good night against the crevice of his neck. Baekhyun knew love dreamed of a future with Baekhyun, the two of them by the beach, digging their feet in white sand.
There were so many things Baekhyun could write about when it came to love. He wrote about flowers instead.
(Because he’ll never write about how love just woke up and left after Baekhyun finished writing his first poem.)
-loosely inspired by "When Love Arrives" by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye
-this looked longer in word doc, tbh im so sorry.
-i just love making krisbaek suffer TT TT
pairing: Baekhyun/Yifan
word count: 548w
rating: PG13
summary: first krisbaek drabble for the intersection of parallel lines, which is basically just a collection of drabbles.
Baekhyun was to write a poem. There were infinite topics to choose from. But love was always easier to write about. He liked writing it with his own tongue, his own voice, fragile words carved delicately onto paper. He liked that love seemed better through poems and pieces, those kinds of pieces that peppered him with silent kisses when he read them.
Baekhyun could just say the word love, and it always reminded him of gummy smiles and awkward laughter blooming from uncertain chests and it reminded Baekhyun how he used to kiss those insecurities away. It reminded Baekhyun of the time made a canvas of broad shoulders and wiped his hands through golden locks, when he transferred words and praises through the gentle press of his lips. With soft curled lashes fluttering against his cheeks as the warm morning light crept into his room.
Love was the heavy footsteps of bare feet twirling around the living room, the warm hands that snaked around hips and the kisses to the forehead like a morning ritual, like coffee at nine before work. Love were like the fingers that slipped easily into Baekhyun’s hands as they walked downtown with a box of lunch filled with care and fondness that taste like last night’s kimchi and freshly sliced apples.
Baekhyun loved the thought of love being splashes of water in midafternoon when rain falls, shoulders brushing, shoulders wet with the sky’s happy tears.Let’s run! escaped love’s lips as umbrellas were spontaneously forgotten, scarves letting warmth free. They ran with silly grins and runny noses following them even after the apartment door get slammed shut. Love would give more kisses because kisses cure all. Baekhyun knew warm blankets on the couch always called when instances like that happened.
Dinner slipped by unnoticed as fingers carded through Baekhyun’s hair as he snored through Rachel McAdams’ tears for Ryan Gosling. Wake up love said with a certain deep voice, filling Baekhyun’s ears, and there’d food in the kitchen to fill his stomach, like the pizza he hadn’t tasted for weeks then, and his neighbor’s almost forgotten jigae from the fridge.
Love always made Baekhyun remember the things he needed, the warm showers, the kisses, and the soft cotton shorts for the night. Sleep came to take away fears, but never to take away love. Love stayed next to Baekhyun, curled up on the bed (wasn’t the person to wake up in the dead of the night to answer phone calls from the previous week’s one night stand). Love watched Baekhyun stir in his sleep, memorizes the moles on his face, and thinks how lucky must he be to love and be loved. Love, with dirty blond hair and silly gummy smiles. Love, who was always be there to drop a kiss to Baekhyun’s nose, his lips, his chin, and back to his lips and whisper good night against the crevice of his neck. Baekhyun knew love dreamed of a future with Baekhyun, the two of them by the beach, digging their feet in white sand.
There were so many things Baekhyun could write about when it came to love. He wrote about flowers instead.
(Because he’ll never write about how love just woke up and left after Baekhyun finished writing his first poem.)
-loosely inspired by "When Love Arrives" by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye
-this looked longer in word doc, tbh im so sorry.
-i just love making krisbaek suffer TT TT