Fic: Okay
Title: Okay
Fandom: VIXX
Characters/pairing: HyukLeo
Rating: G
Wordcount: ~350
A/n: ficlet, I didn't check over this. I just wanted to write something.
With the sound of the television on low, Hyuk's eyes unfocused and he felt the world swim around him. Time flew, hours escaped, and yet he felt nothing. He supposed, in a universe where he allowed situations like this to pull him down he might let his outside fall apart and breakdown. However, he wanted so much to be a good idol. Rubble and dirt was meant to slip off like water... like water... How did the phrase go, he didn't care enough to think on it. The images of the televesion flitted in and out of focus til they became indecipherable completely and he felt the pit of his stomach bubble. Slipping in and out of cohesive thoughts he let it fall by the wayside, everything by the wayside. Exhaustion crept in from behind his eyeballs, and yet true sleep escaped him. Lost in musings he couldn't begin to understand, he felt a weight on his head and two hands on his shoulders from behind.
"...Hyung?"
Taekwoon said nothing, resting his chin on the crown of Hyuk's head as his dark eyes impassively stared at the screen, simply making his presence known to Hyuk. He squeezed the maknae's shoulder a final time before leting go and finding a seat beside him. The ever silent singer picked up the remote and switched off the tv before pulling out his mp3 player and holding out an earbud to Hyuk.
"I'm okay hyung, really."
The ear bud didn't retract, and if anything could be said of Taekwoon's expression it was neither judgemental nor disbelieving, simply impassive. Hyuk looked down at the earbud, sighing tiredly, before putting it in his ear. It was a moment of fidgeting through his playlist before music began to float through.
Eventually, Hyuk felt his eyes droop and Taekwoon guided the maknae into a postion that would be comfortable for them both to sleep in, as Taekwoon showed no intention of moving. With the maknae's head resting on his thigh, his breathing softened, evened out, and calmed.
Taekwoon ran a hand through the bleached hair and frowned slightly.
This was all he could do.
Fandom: VIXX
Characters/pairing: HyukLeo
Rating: G
Wordcount: ~350
A/n: ficlet, I didn't check over this. I just wanted to write something.
With the sound of the television on low, Hyuk's eyes unfocused and he felt the world swim around him. Time flew, hours escaped, and yet he felt nothing. He supposed, in a universe where he allowed situations like this to pull him down he might let his outside fall apart and breakdown. However, he wanted so much to be a good idol. Rubble and dirt was meant to slip off like water... like water... How did the phrase go, he didn't care enough to think on it. The images of the televesion flitted in and out of focus til they became indecipherable completely and he felt the pit of his stomach bubble. Slipping in and out of cohesive thoughts he let it fall by the wayside, everything by the wayside. Exhaustion crept in from behind his eyeballs, and yet true sleep escaped him. Lost in musings he couldn't begin to understand, he felt a weight on his head and two hands on his shoulders from behind.
"...Hyung?"
Taekwoon said nothing, resting his chin on the crown of Hyuk's head as his dark eyes impassively stared at the screen, simply making his presence known to Hyuk. He squeezed the maknae's shoulder a final time before leting go and finding a seat beside him. The ever silent singer picked up the remote and switched off the tv before pulling out his mp3 player and holding out an earbud to Hyuk.
"I'm okay hyung, really."
The ear bud didn't retract, and if anything could be said of Taekwoon's expression it was neither judgemental nor disbelieving, simply impassive. Hyuk looked down at the earbud, sighing tiredly, before putting it in his ear. It was a moment of fidgeting through his playlist before music began to float through.
Eventually, Hyuk felt his eyes droop and Taekwoon guided the maknae into a postion that would be comfortable for them both to sleep in, as Taekwoon showed no intention of moving. With the maknae's head resting on his thigh, his breathing softened, evened out, and calmed.
Taekwoon ran a hand through the bleached hair and frowned slightly.
This was all he could do.