L/Sungyeol - Hug Me Once (Though It's Never Enough).
thirty-seven; feeling good - hug me once (though it’s never enough).
531 words. rating: g. genre: fluff. 49 prompts to go.
a/n: i'm suck at writing m/m fic, so bear with me. orz
sungyeol is homesick.
he knows; being a trainee is sort of hard. he should focus on practice and practice-and a big chance to go debut soon. but the more he pushes himself into memorizing his moves and lines, the more he ended up thinking about his family. that explains much about why he doesn’t even want to move his ass from the corner of the practice room for almost two hours; with his long legs folded, wrinkled face, and blank stare; he acts like a child who lost his toys. he refuses to talk but instead, he whines, a lot. he wants to go home, no matter what.
but thanks god for giving myungsoo some kind of miracles; for being the one who told sunggyu, “you can go practice now, hyung. sungyeol and i will joing you guys later.” (or in other note, “i’ll try to persuade him.”)
myungsoo places himself beside sungyeol, who already buried his face since he realized that myungsoo was coming to him. he just loves at how he acts like an elementary school kid who already knew that 70 points is never enough to make your mom feels satisfied. he keeps his eyes looking at the taller one, until he looks him back. it takes some minutes, but myungsoo enjoys it, a lot. sungyeol is cute, myungsoo’s innocent mind says.
“can you...” still with his blank stare, sungyeol finally says a word (or two) to him. “hug me?”
the younger one giggles. far away, woohyun gives both of them a look, but myungsoo just gives him an ‘o.k.’ signal so he could practice again. and just after that, myungsoo turns his head to sungyeol again, looking at how he has that beautiful eyes-and it filled with a childish feeling. “you want me to hug you?”
“yes-”
the way myungsoo hugs him; it’s really a bliss for sungyeol. it’s warm. he can also feel his breath on his shoulder-and also a few strands of his hair on his ears. sungyeol tries to hug him back, but myungsoo hugs him more tight-and more tight, sungyeol can’t even move his hands for a while, but he doesn’t reject it. if the time stops, he’d want to stay like this, seriously. the same goes for myungsoo as well. sungyeol reminds him of his teddy bear he had when he was six.
“myungsoo-ah.”
“yes?”
“it’s enough. i feel better now. thank you.”
and just it, myungsoo finally releases himself from sungyeol’s body and gets up. he realizes that maybe he (or in this case, they) is going to be the center of attention in the room. with a little smile on his face, myungsoo gives sungyeol a cue for them to join their hyungdeul, they can’t pass this essential activity for real. they’re going to debut soon, sungyeol should stop being a crybaby who’s always getting homesick every single minute, and myungsoo thinks that he should keep sungyeol on his eyes.
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“sungyeol-ah.”
“hmm?”
“perhaps... if i can hug you every time... would you like to hug me back?”
“no problem, i really like it anyway.”
531 words. rating: g. genre: fluff. 49 prompts to go.
a/n: i'm suck at writing m/m fic, so bear with me. orz
sungyeol is homesick.
he knows; being a trainee is sort of hard. he should focus on practice and practice-and a big chance to go debut soon. but the more he pushes himself into memorizing his moves and lines, the more he ended up thinking about his family. that explains much about why he doesn’t even want to move his ass from the corner of the practice room for almost two hours; with his long legs folded, wrinkled face, and blank stare; he acts like a child who lost his toys. he refuses to talk but instead, he whines, a lot. he wants to go home, no matter what.
but thanks god for giving myungsoo some kind of miracles; for being the one who told sunggyu, “you can go practice now, hyung. sungyeol and i will joing you guys later.” (or in other note, “i’ll try to persuade him.”)
myungsoo places himself beside sungyeol, who already buried his face since he realized that myungsoo was coming to him. he just loves at how he acts like an elementary school kid who already knew that 70 points is never enough to make your mom feels satisfied. he keeps his eyes looking at the taller one, until he looks him back. it takes some minutes, but myungsoo enjoys it, a lot. sungyeol is cute, myungsoo’s innocent mind says.
“can you...” still with his blank stare, sungyeol finally says a word (or two) to him. “hug me?”
the younger one giggles. far away, woohyun gives both of them a look, but myungsoo just gives him an ‘o.k.’ signal so he could practice again. and just after that, myungsoo turns his head to sungyeol again, looking at how he has that beautiful eyes-and it filled with a childish feeling. “you want me to hug you?”
“yes-”
the way myungsoo hugs him; it’s really a bliss for sungyeol. it’s warm. he can also feel his breath on his shoulder-and also a few strands of his hair on his ears. sungyeol tries to hug him back, but myungsoo hugs him more tight-and more tight, sungyeol can’t even move his hands for a while, but he doesn’t reject it. if the time stops, he’d want to stay like this, seriously. the same goes for myungsoo as well. sungyeol reminds him of his teddy bear he had when he was six.
“myungsoo-ah.”
“yes?”
“it’s enough. i feel better now. thank you.”
and just it, myungsoo finally releases himself from sungyeol’s body and gets up. he realizes that maybe he (or in this case, they) is going to be the center of attention in the room. with a little smile on his face, myungsoo gives sungyeol a cue for them to join their hyungdeul, they can’t pass this essential activity for real. they’re going to debut soon, sungyeol should stop being a crybaby who’s always getting homesick every single minute, and myungsoo thinks that he should keep sungyeol on his eyes.
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“sungyeol-ah.”
“hmm?”
“perhaps... if i can hug you every time... would you like to hug me back?”
“no problem, i really like it anyway.”