Air
Note: This is set in the universe of From the Soul to the Song and will make a good deal more sense in the context of the story.
Air
For snoorella
It is amusing, he thinks at some point, that the element he controls is air. Despite what everyone else might say, the element really does speak to him in terms of his life and everything that he is. He can’t help seeing the similarities of how a light breeze can suddenly become a wind so fierce that it can pull up the very foundations that a building is formed upon.
It is also all to fitting then, that the man he can call his lover - ‘man’ and ‘lover’ were two words he had never thought to use in a sentence together - is the embodiment of air itself. Sungmin is light and playful like the summer breeze, yet with the slightest provocation, can be a destructive force like no other.
Their relationship too is like a whirlwind, sweeping him off his feet until he doesn’t know which way is up any longer. Some days it is a summer breeze light and flirty, something to play with and enjoy but nothing that he feels will last for too long. Other times it feels like a gale force wind, one that knocks him off his feet before he has the slightest idea what has hit him, sweeping over and around him, consuming him. Still other times it simply feels like the air he breathes, something so profoundly necessary that he doesn’t know how he ever lived without it.
The ever shifting nature of his life lately, drives him crazy. He thinks, possibly for the first time he understands the frustration of being a weather man. Some things he knows for certain, or at least reasonably certain - there is a 90% chance of Sungmin being in his bed tonight - but other things he can only guess at. He has lived his life by strategy and planning, enjoying the very act thereof and it is beyond frustrating to him that things are now so very unpredictable.
He feels the disruption in the air telling him who it is before he can even hear the sound of the young man climbing up the tree, funny how heights frighten neither of them any longer. “What are you doing all the way up here?” Sungmin’s voice calls up to him, a little winded from the climb.
“Thinking,” Kyuhyun replies, as he fingers the charm on his necklace that he had pulled the power from in order to fly up to where he was currently perched.
“That’s dangerous,” Sungmin warns as he pulls himself up and settles on the thick branch beside Kyuhyun. “I don’t think we have trees like this in Korea,” he muses, looking out over the scenery. Kyuhyun thinks he is probably right since he can’t remember seeing a tree that was over 100 meters tall with branches spaced perfectly for climbing and sturdy enough to support a man’s weight back home.
“No I don’t think so either,” he agrees.
“So,” Sungmin says after a moment and he knows what is coming. “What were you thinking about?”
Kyuhyun doesn’t even entertain the thought of lying to Sungmin, the older man always seems to know when he is anyway. “I was thinking about us, and air.”
Sungmin’s face scrunches in confusion. “What about us?” he asks.
Kyuhyun shrugs, “What to define our relationship as.”
Sungmin shifts and Kyuhyun knows that he wants the freedom to move. Effortlessly he reaches for Sungmin’s Song and immediately weaves it into the weavings necessary for flight, casting them right back to the young man. Sungmin, trusting that he would do so, slides forward off the limb until he hovers in the air in front of him. “We are band mates,” he says so simply it is as nothing else could define them, and perhaps it couldn’t.
“I know that,” Kyuhyun replies petulantly.
“Why do we have to define it?” Sungmin asks, knowing that wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear.
His partner is so close that they are sharing breath and Kyuhyun can’t help the flutter of his heart in his chest. This is another one of those times where needing Sungmin seems like needing the air he breathes. Maybe it is because the man’s Song is still coursing through him, a quiet melody tying them together, or perhaps it is something else. They still want families of their own, and he certainly isn’t sure if he can commit himself to a man, the person he envisioned himself growing old with is someone soft and feminine who can give him several children. Sungmin, despite his blatantly round rear end is not at all soft or feminine.
“Can’t we just enjoy it as it is?” Sungmin asks, pulling him forward with a gentle hand behind his neck. He slides from the branch following the pull and easily catching himself with the weavings he always uses for flying. They are so second nature to him now that he can hold them with no effort at all.
He doesn’t like what Sungmin is suggesting, since there is no solid definition to the way things are, but as his Singer guides his body in close so he can steal Kyuhyun’s breath while the tangle tongues, he finds he can’t really complain. The kiss is brief, or shorter than most they have shared, and Sungmin pulls away with a wicked smile on his face promising all sorts of mischief. In fact his mind flits back to a conversation they had once had about sexual activities while in flight. Sungmin flits away, daring him to give chase, and he sighs.
“Sunny with a 10% chance of heartbreak,” he mutters to himself as Sungmin turns back to see if he is following. He isn’t yet, but how can he not? “I should have been a weatherman,” he mutters to himself, even though the thought had never before crossed his mind. Perhaps he would simply have to learn to accept the unpredictable.
AN: So I just wanted to leave a little note here and encourage people to drop on over to kpop_olymfics. There is a lot of wonderful fan fiction written by several awesome authors (all of whom are still a secret). All of the authors put a lot of time into their work and they need your votes and encouragement. So if you find yourself with some free time, skip on over there and read some wonderful fic and don't forget to vote on them! Fics are still being posted to that community so check back every once in a while!
Air
For snoorella
It is amusing, he thinks at some point, that the element he controls is air. Despite what everyone else might say, the element really does speak to him in terms of his life and everything that he is. He can’t help seeing the similarities of how a light breeze can suddenly become a wind so fierce that it can pull up the very foundations that a building is formed upon.
It is also all to fitting then, that the man he can call his lover - ‘man’ and ‘lover’ were two words he had never thought to use in a sentence together - is the embodiment of air itself. Sungmin is light and playful like the summer breeze, yet with the slightest provocation, can be a destructive force like no other.
Their relationship too is like a whirlwind, sweeping him off his feet until he doesn’t know which way is up any longer. Some days it is a summer breeze light and flirty, something to play with and enjoy but nothing that he feels will last for too long. Other times it feels like a gale force wind, one that knocks him off his feet before he has the slightest idea what has hit him, sweeping over and around him, consuming him. Still other times it simply feels like the air he breathes, something so profoundly necessary that he doesn’t know how he ever lived without it.
The ever shifting nature of his life lately, drives him crazy. He thinks, possibly for the first time he understands the frustration of being a weather man. Some things he knows for certain, or at least reasonably certain - there is a 90% chance of Sungmin being in his bed tonight - but other things he can only guess at. He has lived his life by strategy and planning, enjoying the very act thereof and it is beyond frustrating to him that things are now so very unpredictable.
He feels the disruption in the air telling him who it is before he can even hear the sound of the young man climbing up the tree, funny how heights frighten neither of them any longer. “What are you doing all the way up here?” Sungmin’s voice calls up to him, a little winded from the climb.
“Thinking,” Kyuhyun replies, as he fingers the charm on his necklace that he had pulled the power from in order to fly up to where he was currently perched.
“That’s dangerous,” Sungmin warns as he pulls himself up and settles on the thick branch beside Kyuhyun. “I don’t think we have trees like this in Korea,” he muses, looking out over the scenery. Kyuhyun thinks he is probably right since he can’t remember seeing a tree that was over 100 meters tall with branches spaced perfectly for climbing and sturdy enough to support a man’s weight back home.
“No I don’t think so either,” he agrees.
“So,” Sungmin says after a moment and he knows what is coming. “What were you thinking about?”
Kyuhyun doesn’t even entertain the thought of lying to Sungmin, the older man always seems to know when he is anyway. “I was thinking about us, and air.”
Sungmin’s face scrunches in confusion. “What about us?” he asks.
Kyuhyun shrugs, “What to define our relationship as.”
Sungmin shifts and Kyuhyun knows that he wants the freedom to move. Effortlessly he reaches for Sungmin’s Song and immediately weaves it into the weavings necessary for flight, casting them right back to the young man. Sungmin, trusting that he would do so, slides forward off the limb until he hovers in the air in front of him. “We are band mates,” he says so simply it is as nothing else could define them, and perhaps it couldn’t.
“I know that,” Kyuhyun replies petulantly.
“Why do we have to define it?” Sungmin asks, knowing that wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear.
His partner is so close that they are sharing breath and Kyuhyun can’t help the flutter of his heart in his chest. This is another one of those times where needing Sungmin seems like needing the air he breathes. Maybe it is because the man’s Song is still coursing through him, a quiet melody tying them together, or perhaps it is something else. They still want families of their own, and he certainly isn’t sure if he can commit himself to a man, the person he envisioned himself growing old with is someone soft and feminine who can give him several children. Sungmin, despite his blatantly round rear end is not at all soft or feminine.
“Can’t we just enjoy it as it is?” Sungmin asks, pulling him forward with a gentle hand behind his neck. He slides from the branch following the pull and easily catching himself with the weavings he always uses for flying. They are so second nature to him now that he can hold them with no effort at all.
He doesn’t like what Sungmin is suggesting, since there is no solid definition to the way things are, but as his Singer guides his body in close so he can steal Kyuhyun’s breath while the tangle tongues, he finds he can’t really complain. The kiss is brief, or shorter than most they have shared, and Sungmin pulls away with a wicked smile on his face promising all sorts of mischief. In fact his mind flits back to a conversation they had once had about sexual activities while in flight. Sungmin flits away, daring him to give chase, and he sighs.
“Sunny with a 10% chance of heartbreak,” he mutters to himself as Sungmin turns back to see if he is following. He isn’t yet, but how can he not? “I should have been a weatherman,” he mutters to himself, even though the thought had never before crossed his mind. Perhaps he would simply have to learn to accept the unpredictable.
AN: So I just wanted to leave a little note here and encourage people to drop on over to kpop_olymfics. There is a lot of wonderful fan fiction written by several awesome authors (all of whom are still a secret). All of the authors put a lot of time into their work and they need your votes and encouragement. So if you find yourself with some free time, skip on over there and read some wonderful fic and don't forget to vote on them! Fics are still being posted to that community so check back every once in a while!