L/Sungyeol - Touch You (I Can't Always Do This).
nine; touch me - touch you (i can't always do this).
505 words. rating: g. genre: angst. 48 prompts to go.
a/n: maybe the fic and the prompt don’t fit each other, lol.
here he is, says sungyeol to himself-myungsoo is standing almost next to his room’s door, trying to hiding behind it but he’s late to do that-or maybe can’t, because sungyeol will always find him. any time.
“myungsoo-ah, are you waiting for me?”
here it goes, sungyeol’s bright face with an innocent grin on it. he’s more than just happy because he passed the university test an hour ago and he just arrived at home, giving a news to his family that he could do that easily. myungsoo is the last one to know, but sungyeol is still happy because-he’s always like this, sungyeol loves it when he shares something with myungsoo, although he doesn’t even give him a sincere-maybe?-expression. but it doesn’t really matter for sungyeol, he keeps being a chatterbox, while pulling him to the bed.
he needs a little nap-with him.
even though sungyeol doesn’t like to be the one who closes his eyes first.
so he moves his body, closer to myungsoo-who will maybe never even once turn his head to him-and sungyeol gives him a warm hug. he can feel it; the un-sweaty grey shirt myungsoo wears (because he likes grey and he’s just like a child who never want to take off his superhero outfit) and myungsoo’s cold skin. sungyeol likes how pale his skin is-that he’ll always want to give him a warm, lovely hug-so he could feel his warmth too.
“i love you, kim myungsoo.”
in this state, sungyeol needs his cold skin to cover him back like he always does.
“i wonder if-at least-you give me,” he caresses his hair-that looks and feels like a dark brown wig. “a little touch in my face.” sungyeol sighs, knowing that how many times he says that, myungsoo will never understand it. “you know, a peck on my cheek? any lovers do that even when they’re on bed.” he’s muttering to him-or precisely, to only himself. he pulls his blanket, covering it over myungsoo’s body. as usual, sungyeol doesn’t like to sleep with his blanket-but maybe it must be either his mom or daeyeol who will put it over his body also. it’s 5 p.m., and he closes his eyes-a little nap wouldn’t be that hurt for them, right?
“have a sweet dream.” sungyeol says again, before he completely falls asleep.
but everybody knows a mannequin doesn’t even have a power to reply his words and have a dream, right?
---
he knows he’s already sleeping-
“hey.”
-and it’s his time to wake up, also to pinch and give him a peck on his cheek because he really wants it.
“i love you too,” is the only thing myungsoo wants to say, even though he’ll be just being an absolute thing with that blank stare and have no movement when sungyeol says it right in front of him. at least, the miracle will always still let him to awake when he’s at his unconciousness.
505 words. rating: g. genre: angst. 48 prompts to go.
a/n: maybe the fic and the prompt don’t fit each other, lol.
here he is, says sungyeol to himself-myungsoo is standing almost next to his room’s door, trying to hiding behind it but he’s late to do that-or maybe can’t, because sungyeol will always find him. any time.
“myungsoo-ah, are you waiting for me?”
here it goes, sungyeol’s bright face with an innocent grin on it. he’s more than just happy because he passed the university test an hour ago and he just arrived at home, giving a news to his family that he could do that easily. myungsoo is the last one to know, but sungyeol is still happy because-he’s always like this, sungyeol loves it when he shares something with myungsoo, although he doesn’t even give him a sincere-maybe?-expression. but it doesn’t really matter for sungyeol, he keeps being a chatterbox, while pulling him to the bed.
he needs a little nap-with him.
even though sungyeol doesn’t like to be the one who closes his eyes first.
so he moves his body, closer to myungsoo-who will maybe never even once turn his head to him-and sungyeol gives him a warm hug. he can feel it; the un-sweaty grey shirt myungsoo wears (because he likes grey and he’s just like a child who never want to take off his superhero outfit) and myungsoo’s cold skin. sungyeol likes how pale his skin is-that he’ll always want to give him a warm, lovely hug-so he could feel his warmth too.
“i love you, kim myungsoo.”
in this state, sungyeol needs his cold skin to cover him back like he always does.
“i wonder if-at least-you give me,” he caresses his hair-that looks and feels like a dark brown wig. “a little touch in my face.” sungyeol sighs, knowing that how many times he says that, myungsoo will never understand it. “you know, a peck on my cheek? any lovers do that even when they’re on bed.” he’s muttering to him-or precisely, to only himself. he pulls his blanket, covering it over myungsoo’s body. as usual, sungyeol doesn’t like to sleep with his blanket-but maybe it must be either his mom or daeyeol who will put it over his body also. it’s 5 p.m., and he closes his eyes-a little nap wouldn’t be that hurt for them, right?
“have a sweet dream.” sungyeol says again, before he completely falls asleep.
but everybody knows a mannequin doesn’t even have a power to reply his words and have a dream, right?
---
he knows he’s already sleeping-
“hey.”
-and it’s his time to wake up, also to pinch and give him a peck on his cheek because he really wants it.
“i love you too,” is the only thing myungsoo wants to say, even though he’ll be just being an absolute thing with that blank stare and have no movement when sungyeol says it right in front of him. at least, the miracle will always still let him to awake when he’s at his unconciousness.