comeback, kangin/leeteuk
kangin/leeteuk, pg
notes: so uh. I guess the title is sort of appropriate. going to be doing a miniature comeback into fiction writing again and this fit the bell pretty well. don't worry about the technicalities, just sit back and enjoy. ♥
"What's wrong?" he asks. Jungsu sighs and relents, his hands falling into his lap with a 'thud' from where they've been smoothing out the little areas around his eyes where crinkles have started to appear lately. He feels weathered and run-down and not at all like his twenty-five year old self who was able to dance all night long to the new choreography. He's pushing thirty now and things have changed so much over the past six years.
A pair of warm, calloused hands slip gently over his shoulders and he breathes in, exhaling beneath the weight and presence of Youngwoon behind him. "Nothing," he says, soft, like it doesn't really matter, although from the amount of time he's just spent checking every feature of his - nearly - flawless face, it does. His eyes slip closed as Youngwoon's hands start to gently knead along the muscles in Jungsu's shoulders, fingertips slipping beneath the straps of his wifebeater on occasion. Jungsu knows that Youngwoon is rolling his eyes at him, but he doesn't understand. He will, though, when he turns thirty himself, probably. Maybe. He's never been that concerned about his looks though, so maybe he won't. Which is good, actually.
"Come to bed," the man behind him coaxes, grabbing a hold of a fallen hand and tugging until they're both wrapped up in the cheesy, romantically coloured sheets the love motel has to offer. They're snug in each other's arms, Jungsu's head on Youngwoon's chest with their legs and arms wound around each other. Youngwoon presses a kiss to the top of the older man's head and closes his eyes and just enjoys. Enjoys the smells, the sounds. It's been forever, it seems, but it feels like it was only yesterday he left.
He sort of thinks that the daily texting sessions they have has something to do with that.
"Your vanity is cute, hyung," Youngwoon says softly into the tresses of rich, chestnutty hair and an airy chuckle passes through Jungsu's throat in response, but he keeps his feeble denial of his obession to himself when Youngwoon continues: "but you know I like you, wrinkles and all, right?"
Jungsu looks up to find half moon eyes and a boyish, cheeky grin as if nothing's changed; a head of hair that's been cut incredibly short - just like their second comeback except there's no ridiculous design shaved in there - but that's not a big change either.
His eyes slowly travel over the arch of Youngwoon's shoulder, down along the edge of his collarbone that's jutting out a little because of their position and because he's lost weight in the past months since he's been gone. When they return to his face, the grin is gone and has been replaced with a soft smile; a tender, loving one that says so many things they don't need to put into words.
Jungsu just smiles a dimpled smile of his own and claims that mouth, determined to let Youngwoon know just exactly what he's missing and what he'll return to once he comes back.
notes: so uh. I guess the title is sort of appropriate. going to be doing a miniature comeback into fiction writing again and this fit the bell pretty well. don't worry about the technicalities, just sit back and enjoy. ♥
"What's wrong?" he asks. Jungsu sighs and relents, his hands falling into his lap with a 'thud' from where they've been smoothing out the little areas around his eyes where crinkles have started to appear lately. He feels weathered and run-down and not at all like his twenty-five year old self who was able to dance all night long to the new choreography. He's pushing thirty now and things have changed so much over the past six years.
A pair of warm, calloused hands slip gently over his shoulders and he breathes in, exhaling beneath the weight and presence of Youngwoon behind him. "Nothing," he says, soft, like it doesn't really matter, although from the amount of time he's just spent checking every feature of his - nearly - flawless face, it does. His eyes slip closed as Youngwoon's hands start to gently knead along the muscles in Jungsu's shoulders, fingertips slipping beneath the straps of his wifebeater on occasion. Jungsu knows that Youngwoon is rolling his eyes at him, but he doesn't understand. He will, though, when he turns thirty himself, probably. Maybe. He's never been that concerned about his looks though, so maybe he won't. Which is good, actually.
"Come to bed," the man behind him coaxes, grabbing a hold of a fallen hand and tugging until they're both wrapped up in the cheesy, romantically coloured sheets the love motel has to offer. They're snug in each other's arms, Jungsu's head on Youngwoon's chest with their legs and arms wound around each other. Youngwoon presses a kiss to the top of the older man's head and closes his eyes and just enjoys. Enjoys the smells, the sounds. It's been forever, it seems, but it feels like it was only yesterday he left.
He sort of thinks that the daily texting sessions they have has something to do with that.
"Your vanity is cute, hyung," Youngwoon says softly into the tresses of rich, chestnutty hair and an airy chuckle passes through Jungsu's throat in response, but he keeps his feeble denial of his obession to himself when Youngwoon continues: "but you know I like you, wrinkles and all, right?"
Jungsu looks up to find half moon eyes and a boyish, cheeky grin as if nothing's changed; a head of hair that's been cut incredibly short - just like their second comeback except there's no ridiculous design shaved in there - but that's not a big change either.
His eyes slowly travel over the arch of Youngwoon's shoulder, down along the edge of his collarbone that's jutting out a little because of their position and because he's lost weight in the past months since he's been gone. When they return to his face, the grin is gone and has been replaced with a soft smile; a tender, loving one that says so many things they don't need to put into words.
Jungsu just smiles a dimpled smile of his own and claims that mouth, determined to let Youngwoon know just exactly what he's missing and what he'll return to once he comes back.