[drabble] falling into your gravity, 1/1
falling into your gravity
kyuhyun/sungmin | romance | pg-13
sungmin falls in love gracefully. kyuhyun topples into it and lands on his face.
In the years Kyuhyun has known Sungmin, he doesn’t think he has ever loved him as much as he loves him tonight.
There is nothing romantic about the thought-there is nothing quaint or beautiful about meeting a boy upon entering university, and spending evenings together in the library and afternoons quizzing each other as they sit in the grass. And running through the streets together with their bags above their heads to avoid the rain is nothing out of the ordinary, either.
But tonight-tonight, with their backpacks heavy with textbooks on their shoulders, outside a convenience store, fingers frozen and noses red from the cold-and snow falling softly the way it often does in late December-Kyuhyun looks at Sungmin and forgets how to breathe. It’s dark and there is no one else on the street-they spent three hours straight studying for their respective exams tomorrow morning, but Kyuhyun’s sure he’s forgotten everything by now-but how can he not, when there’s a snowflake caught on Sungmin’s eyelashes, when Sungmin’s blowing into his hands to warm them up?
“I’m Sungmin. You’re…?”
“Kyuhyun. I heard you’re my senior-it’d be great if you could give me some tips.”
“Of course! Here’s my number-just send me a text if you need anything.”
Kyuhyun would like to think that he didn’t fall for Sungmin the moment he met him, but he knows that would be the biggest lie he’s ever told.
“We should get going,” Sungmin says, glancing at his watch. “Your next bus comes in ten minutes-you don’t want to miss it, do you?”
(And he would, if that meant more time with Sungmin.)
But he nods, because Sungmin’s never known-Kyuhyun’s never been able to choke out I love you, has never been able to go to the ends of his heart to tell him what he thinks every day. What fills him up to the brim-feelings like this, the precious feelings of right now, the scarf around Sungmin’s neck, his cheeks pink from the cold.
“Hyung-”
“Yeah?”
A moment. On the brink of something beautiful.
“I just…good luck on your test tomorrow.”
Smile. “Thanks, Kyuhyun-ah. Your words mean the most to me.”
Sungmin walks him to his bus stop, because that’s what they’ve always done-what they’ve done for two years and three months now, because Kyuhyun has counted-he’s counted every single moment with Sungmin because he holds those closest to his heart-
Just the simple act of being with him. That has always been more than enough. To love someone so much that you need nothing else.
“Do you think you’ll do well tomorrow?” Sungmin continues to rub his hands together, keeping them warm. Compulsively-stupidly, in retrospect-Kyuhyun reaches out and holds them between his own. Sungmin blinks at him.
“Because we’re both cold,” Kyuhyun explains lamely. “Might as well keep each other warm.”
And they stand there, rubbing each other’s hands quietly as they wait for the bus.
“Hyung, have you ever loved somebody so much that you think you’ll just burst from it?”
“I…don’t think so. Is that a nice feeling?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes.”
“Well-” Smile. “That person’s lucky, to have someone like you.”
A moment later, Kyuhyun’s hands stop moving, and Sungmin’s stop too. Kyuhyun’s fingers, numb from the cold, gently curl around Sungmin’s hands-smaller than his, but by far much softer and more talented. These hands are capable. These hands are meant to hold.
“Kyuhyun? Are you okay?” And Kyuhyun looks up at Sungmin-at his eyes that hold an entire world that he can’t even fathom-and he feels himself tipping, tipping until the ground is gone and he’s freefalling, plummeting, the wind whipping in his face but suddenly so right, because he’s never completely let go before-
Sungmin’s lips are cold and Kyuhyun can’t bring himself to care.
Sungmin’s eyes are glassy. “Kyuhyun-ah,” he whispers, his voice curling softly around Kyuhyun’s heart, comforting and warm. “Have you ever loved somebody so much that you think you’ll just burst from it?”
Kyuhyun grips Sungmin’s hands tighter, and nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I have.”
His bus comes a few minutes later, but he doesn’t get on-anything for a little longer with Sungmin.
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- i see people reccing my fics on tumblr and i am forever embarrassed and flattered, so thank you >///< have some happy kyumin (says the angst writer)
- i think a main point as of why i have no more plot bunnies is because i don’t listen to enough sad english music that i can actually understand. i will change that right away
- whenever i see kyuhyun i kind of want to punch his face, hence the abuse of his face in the summary
kyuhyun/sungmin | romance | pg-13
sungmin falls in love gracefully. kyuhyun topples into it and lands on his face.
In the years Kyuhyun has known Sungmin, he doesn’t think he has ever loved him as much as he loves him tonight.
There is nothing romantic about the thought-there is nothing quaint or beautiful about meeting a boy upon entering university, and spending evenings together in the library and afternoons quizzing each other as they sit in the grass. And running through the streets together with their bags above their heads to avoid the rain is nothing out of the ordinary, either.
But tonight-tonight, with their backpacks heavy with textbooks on their shoulders, outside a convenience store, fingers frozen and noses red from the cold-and snow falling softly the way it often does in late December-Kyuhyun looks at Sungmin and forgets how to breathe. It’s dark and there is no one else on the street-they spent three hours straight studying for their respective exams tomorrow morning, but Kyuhyun’s sure he’s forgotten everything by now-but how can he not, when there’s a snowflake caught on Sungmin’s eyelashes, when Sungmin’s blowing into his hands to warm them up?
“I’m Sungmin. You’re…?”
“Kyuhyun. I heard you’re my senior-it’d be great if you could give me some tips.”
“Of course! Here’s my number-just send me a text if you need anything.”
Kyuhyun would like to think that he didn’t fall for Sungmin the moment he met him, but he knows that would be the biggest lie he’s ever told.
“We should get going,” Sungmin says, glancing at his watch. “Your next bus comes in ten minutes-you don’t want to miss it, do you?”
(And he would, if that meant more time with Sungmin.)
But he nods, because Sungmin’s never known-Kyuhyun’s never been able to choke out I love you, has never been able to go to the ends of his heart to tell him what he thinks every day. What fills him up to the brim-feelings like this, the precious feelings of right now, the scarf around Sungmin’s neck, his cheeks pink from the cold.
“Hyung-”
“Yeah?”
A moment. On the brink of something beautiful.
“I just…good luck on your test tomorrow.”
Smile. “Thanks, Kyuhyun-ah. Your words mean the most to me.”
Sungmin walks him to his bus stop, because that’s what they’ve always done-what they’ve done for two years and three months now, because Kyuhyun has counted-he’s counted every single moment with Sungmin because he holds those closest to his heart-
Just the simple act of being with him. That has always been more than enough. To love someone so much that you need nothing else.
“Do you think you’ll do well tomorrow?” Sungmin continues to rub his hands together, keeping them warm. Compulsively-stupidly, in retrospect-Kyuhyun reaches out and holds them between his own. Sungmin blinks at him.
“Because we’re both cold,” Kyuhyun explains lamely. “Might as well keep each other warm.”
And they stand there, rubbing each other’s hands quietly as they wait for the bus.
“Hyung, have you ever loved somebody so much that you think you’ll just burst from it?”
“I…don’t think so. Is that a nice feeling?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes.”
“Well-” Smile. “That person’s lucky, to have someone like you.”
A moment later, Kyuhyun’s hands stop moving, and Sungmin’s stop too. Kyuhyun’s fingers, numb from the cold, gently curl around Sungmin’s hands-smaller than his, but by far much softer and more talented. These hands are capable. These hands are meant to hold.
“Kyuhyun? Are you okay?” And Kyuhyun looks up at Sungmin-at his eyes that hold an entire world that he can’t even fathom-and he feels himself tipping, tipping until the ground is gone and he’s freefalling, plummeting, the wind whipping in his face but suddenly so right, because he’s never completely let go before-
Sungmin’s lips are cold and Kyuhyun can’t bring himself to care.
Sungmin’s eyes are glassy. “Kyuhyun-ah,” he whispers, his voice curling softly around Kyuhyun’s heart, comforting and warm. “Have you ever loved somebody so much that you think you’ll just burst from it?”
Kyuhyun grips Sungmin’s hands tighter, and nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I have.”
His bus comes a few minutes later, but he doesn’t get on-anything for a little longer with Sungmin.
- - -
- i see people reccing my fics on tumblr and i am forever embarrassed and flattered, so thank you >///< have some happy kyumin (says the angst writer)
- i think a main point as of why i have no more plot bunnies is because i don’t listen to enough sad english music that i can actually understand. i will change that right away
- whenever i see kyuhyun i kind of want to punch his face, hence the abuse of his face in the summary