Stroking
Title: Stroking
Pairing: Hankyung/Kyuhyun (+Donghae/Kyuhyun). Both are friendship. (Unless you want to interpret it your own way.)
Challenge: 100 suju fic challenge
Theme: 037. Rotation.
Rating: PG
Words Count: 1417
Genre: ... Crack? With a faint touch of angst? Jeez, I don't know. It's quite random.
Summary: Kyuhyun liked when people stroked his hair.
A/N: I haven't posted anything for this challenge in FOREVER. @_@
But I am back!
Oh, and just so you know, DEAR JESSICA 3 WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW NIGHT!!!!!! (...well, for me, in Canada. I don't know what time it will be for you, wherever you are...)
OMG EXCITED!!!!
I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE DONE IT!! (It took me 8 months. 8 MONTHS. Jeez, I fail. -_-)
Anyway, enjoy this short piece. It was written quickly. WAY too quickly. But I had fun? ^^'
Not my best (far from it), but it's one more piece for the challenge. (Only 86 fics to go!! .....uhm....)
Stroking
Kyuhyun liked when people stroked his hair.
It wasn't something he was really proud of. It was actually pretty much a secret he would rather keep to himself and never share with anyone. It wasn't like anyone had to know anyway. No one had to know.
No one but Donghae, of course.
Donghae liked stroking people's hair. Especially Kyuhyun's. The latter never really understood why, but he didn't deem it important enough to ask about it. All that mattered was Donghae stroking his hair whenever they were alone. In the living room, while watching tv, or in Kyuhyun's room, while the latter was reading a book. It was soothing in a way Kyuhyun couldn't even describe. The touch of those fingers against his scalp sent some shivers down his spine, and it wasn't even sexual, or anything related to love. Donghae was like a little brother to him (even though he was older, but everyone knew it wasn't a valid argument anyway). The only idea of kissing him made him shiver in a completely different way. An awkward, almost disgusted way.
It wasn't even about Donghae, actually. He just liked having his hair stroked, as stupid as it sounded. And Donghae was a willing candidate who could shut his mouth about it. Which was enough for Kyuhyun to endure the plaits and pigtails he sometimes ended up having on his head. As long as no one saw those, he could deal with it.
(Well, there was that one time Ryeowook had walked in on them just as Donghae was tying a pink elastic around the tenth ridiculously small pigtail, but Ryeowook was cool enough to keep it a secret and not tell everyone about it. They were lucky it hadn't been Heechul. Because Heechul was everyone all by himself.)
It was his own way of relaxing, of forgetting all about the pressure, the lack of sleep, the worries, the fans. In front of all the others, he played the role of the witty and bitchy maknae that didn't look like one. He was always smirking, always retorting, always looking confident. But when Donghae stroked his hair, he could just close his eyes and think about himself and only himself, not the others and what they would think of him.
And that was something idols couldn't generally afford.
o0O0o
Donghae had been away for over a week now. Family emergency. No one had gotten any details about it, but it looked serious. They hadn't heard much from their friend, apart from one email the day before. Only a few words to say he was fine and would be back soon. Nothing to really reassure them.
Kyuhyun was worried for his friend. Of course he was. He didn't like not knowing what was going on. He didn't like imagining the worse scenarios like he was doing. He didn't like having no proof of those scenarios being wrong.
And the worse part was probably that he missed Donghae stroking his hair. And he felt so selfish for it, because his friend was probably in pain or at least going through some difficult shit at the moment, and all he could think of was that he didn't have anyone to stroke his hair at night.
He felt like a child. Like a very stupid child.
But he needed the soothing feeling. Especially at the moment.
o0O0o
“Kyuhyun?”
The younger man raised his head from his pillow to look at Hankyung, who was standing in the doorway of his room.
“Kyuhyun, can I talk to you a minute?”
The Chinese man only got a nod before that head fell back on the pillow, but it was an answer enough for him, apparently. He walked in and slowly closed the door behind him, making sure not to make any unnecessary noise. As if someone had been sleeping in the room, which was not the case. But Hankyung had always been the quiet type.
Kyuhyun felt the bed dip where Hankyung sat, but the silence wasn't broken. Hankyung was like that. Quiet, silent, but he had his own way of making others feel his presence, and also feel reassured by it. Designating him as Super Junior M's leader had definitely been SME's best decision in a long time. That man could lead without screaming, comforting without talking, gaining other's respect without even raising his voice.
A hand was rested on Kyuhyun's arm, and the latter couldn't help but feeling soothed by the slow rotating motion the tips of those fingers were creating against his clothed skin. Eyes closed, he slowly and deeply breathed out, letting a very small portion of his stress leave him.
“We're all nervous, Kyuhyun. We're all anticipating news from him.”
The hand moved to Kyuhyun's neck, the back of those fingers running along the curve of it.
“I know you were close to Donghae, but you shouldn't stay alone in your room.”
The fingers traced Kyuhyun's jaw line, and the younger man was amazed at how his hyung could make such a gesture look friendly and comforting instead of romantic and sexual.
“You're not alone, you know.”
After the jaw line, it was the cheek. Then the lips, the nose, the forehead. The tips of those fingers traced his features one by one, and as much as Kyuhyun wanted to find it awkward and inappropriate, he couldn't. It was soothing, comforting, and, with his eyes closed, he could almost imagine himself back to when he was eight years old, when his mother would comfort him like that after he had fought with a friend or lost his favorite t-shirt. The younger man breathed out deeply again. Slowly breathing out stress and anxiety.
“Plus, Donghae will be back with us in no time. You shouldn't worry too much.”
But Kyuhyun lost track of what his friend was telling him, of what those words could actually mean, because those fingers were in his hair, massaging his scalp and running through his brown locks, and that was all it took for him to forget what he had been worrying about.
At least temporarily.
o0O0o
It was weird.
This silent agreement between the two of them. Hankyung and him. How Kyuhyun hadn't even needed to express it for Hankyung to understand.
It was faint. It was subtle. How Hankyung would run his fingers through his hair. When they were alone, or just when no one was looking. He didn't spend hours nor minutes doing it, like Donghae did. He just ran his fingers through his hair. Once. Before leaving to do others things.
One single soothing caress before attacking serious matters. One, two, three, and it was gone.
Kyuhyun had never thought three seconds could feel so nice.
o0O0o
Donghae came back. Eventually.
He didn't have much details to share. They knew that this whole situation concerned his grandfather. A heart attack, and a lot of shit surrounding it. That was the extent of their knowledge. No one insisted. (No one but Heechul, but even he had to come to the conclusion that Donghae would talk about it once he would feel like it.)
Things came back to what they used to be. Donghae still sneaked into Kyuhyun's room sometimes to stroke his hair, like they always had. They didn't talk, they never had, and felt no need to start now. Why should it change? It was just something between them. Something in appearance ridiculous (Heechul would never let Kyuhyun live this down if he knew), but something soothing and agreeable. And Kyuhyun soon realized it was as soothing to Donghae as it was to himself.
Life was back to normal. Short nights, recordings, variety shows, performances, practices and practices and practices. And at night, or whenever they were alone, Donghae would tie elastics and put hair slides all over his head, and Kyuhyun would let him have fun with it.
Except that there was one change. Something that hadn't quite gone back to what it used to be.
The way Hankyung's fingers would find his hair whenever they had a chance, whenever something stressful happened, whenever they had something to worry about, whenever they were happy, whenever they were sad, whenever they anticipated something.
One, two, three, and it was gone.
But those were three seconds Kyuhyun was enjoying, second by second. A feeling he waited for a bit too excitedly than he should. A comfort he needed.
A change he wasn't quite ready to let go.
Pairing: Hankyung/Kyuhyun (+Donghae/Kyuhyun). Both are friendship. (Unless you want to interpret it your own way.)
Challenge: 100 suju fic challenge
Theme: 037. Rotation.
Rating: PG
Words Count: 1417
Genre: ... Crack? With a faint touch of angst? Jeez, I don't know. It's quite random.
Summary: Kyuhyun liked when people stroked his hair.
A/N: I haven't posted anything for this challenge in FOREVER. @_@
But I am back!
Oh, and just so you know, DEAR JESSICA 3 WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW NIGHT!!!!!! (...well, for me, in Canada. I don't know what time it will be for you, wherever you are...)
OMG EXCITED!!!!
I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE DONE IT!! (It took me 8 months. 8 MONTHS. Jeez, I fail. -_-)
Anyway, enjoy this short piece. It was written quickly. WAY too quickly. But I had fun? ^^'
Not my best (far from it), but it's one more piece for the challenge. (Only 86 fics to go!! .....uhm....)
Stroking
Kyuhyun liked when people stroked his hair.
It wasn't something he was really proud of. It was actually pretty much a secret he would rather keep to himself and never share with anyone. It wasn't like anyone had to know anyway. No one had to know.
No one but Donghae, of course.
Donghae liked stroking people's hair. Especially Kyuhyun's. The latter never really understood why, but he didn't deem it important enough to ask about it. All that mattered was Donghae stroking his hair whenever they were alone. In the living room, while watching tv, or in Kyuhyun's room, while the latter was reading a book. It was soothing in a way Kyuhyun couldn't even describe. The touch of those fingers against his scalp sent some shivers down his spine, and it wasn't even sexual, or anything related to love. Donghae was like a little brother to him (even though he was older, but everyone knew it wasn't a valid argument anyway). The only idea of kissing him made him shiver in a completely different way. An awkward, almost disgusted way.
It wasn't even about Donghae, actually. He just liked having his hair stroked, as stupid as it sounded. And Donghae was a willing candidate who could shut his mouth about it. Which was enough for Kyuhyun to endure the plaits and pigtails he sometimes ended up having on his head. As long as no one saw those, he could deal with it.
(Well, there was that one time Ryeowook had walked in on them just as Donghae was tying a pink elastic around the tenth ridiculously small pigtail, but Ryeowook was cool enough to keep it a secret and not tell everyone about it. They were lucky it hadn't been Heechul. Because Heechul was everyone all by himself.)
It was his own way of relaxing, of forgetting all about the pressure, the lack of sleep, the worries, the fans. In front of all the others, he played the role of the witty and bitchy maknae that didn't look like one. He was always smirking, always retorting, always looking confident. But when Donghae stroked his hair, he could just close his eyes and think about himself and only himself, not the others and what they would think of him.
And that was something idols couldn't generally afford.
o0O0o
Donghae had been away for over a week now. Family emergency. No one had gotten any details about it, but it looked serious. They hadn't heard much from their friend, apart from one email the day before. Only a few words to say he was fine and would be back soon. Nothing to really reassure them.
Kyuhyun was worried for his friend. Of course he was. He didn't like not knowing what was going on. He didn't like imagining the worse scenarios like he was doing. He didn't like having no proof of those scenarios being wrong.
And the worse part was probably that he missed Donghae stroking his hair. And he felt so selfish for it, because his friend was probably in pain or at least going through some difficult shit at the moment, and all he could think of was that he didn't have anyone to stroke his hair at night.
He felt like a child. Like a very stupid child.
But he needed the soothing feeling. Especially at the moment.
o0O0o
“Kyuhyun?”
The younger man raised his head from his pillow to look at Hankyung, who was standing in the doorway of his room.
“Kyuhyun, can I talk to you a minute?”
The Chinese man only got a nod before that head fell back on the pillow, but it was an answer enough for him, apparently. He walked in and slowly closed the door behind him, making sure not to make any unnecessary noise. As if someone had been sleeping in the room, which was not the case. But Hankyung had always been the quiet type.
Kyuhyun felt the bed dip where Hankyung sat, but the silence wasn't broken. Hankyung was like that. Quiet, silent, but he had his own way of making others feel his presence, and also feel reassured by it. Designating him as Super Junior M's leader had definitely been SME's best decision in a long time. That man could lead without screaming, comforting without talking, gaining other's respect without even raising his voice.
A hand was rested on Kyuhyun's arm, and the latter couldn't help but feeling soothed by the slow rotating motion the tips of those fingers were creating against his clothed skin. Eyes closed, he slowly and deeply breathed out, letting a very small portion of his stress leave him.
“We're all nervous, Kyuhyun. We're all anticipating news from him.”
The hand moved to Kyuhyun's neck, the back of those fingers running along the curve of it.
“I know you were close to Donghae, but you shouldn't stay alone in your room.”
The fingers traced Kyuhyun's jaw line, and the younger man was amazed at how his hyung could make such a gesture look friendly and comforting instead of romantic and sexual.
“You're not alone, you know.”
After the jaw line, it was the cheek. Then the lips, the nose, the forehead. The tips of those fingers traced his features one by one, and as much as Kyuhyun wanted to find it awkward and inappropriate, he couldn't. It was soothing, comforting, and, with his eyes closed, he could almost imagine himself back to when he was eight years old, when his mother would comfort him like that after he had fought with a friend or lost his favorite t-shirt. The younger man breathed out deeply again. Slowly breathing out stress and anxiety.
“Plus, Donghae will be back with us in no time. You shouldn't worry too much.”
But Kyuhyun lost track of what his friend was telling him, of what those words could actually mean, because those fingers were in his hair, massaging his scalp and running through his brown locks, and that was all it took for him to forget what he had been worrying about.
At least temporarily.
o0O0o
It was weird.
This silent agreement between the two of them. Hankyung and him. How Kyuhyun hadn't even needed to express it for Hankyung to understand.
It was faint. It was subtle. How Hankyung would run his fingers through his hair. When they were alone, or just when no one was looking. He didn't spend hours nor minutes doing it, like Donghae did. He just ran his fingers through his hair. Once. Before leaving to do others things.
One single soothing caress before attacking serious matters. One, two, three, and it was gone.
Kyuhyun had never thought three seconds could feel so nice.
o0O0o
Donghae came back. Eventually.
He didn't have much details to share. They knew that this whole situation concerned his grandfather. A heart attack, and a lot of shit surrounding it. That was the extent of their knowledge. No one insisted. (No one but Heechul, but even he had to come to the conclusion that Donghae would talk about it once he would feel like it.)
Things came back to what they used to be. Donghae still sneaked into Kyuhyun's room sometimes to stroke his hair, like they always had. They didn't talk, they never had, and felt no need to start now. Why should it change? It was just something between them. Something in appearance ridiculous (Heechul would never let Kyuhyun live this down if he knew), but something soothing and agreeable. And Kyuhyun soon realized it was as soothing to Donghae as it was to himself.
Life was back to normal. Short nights, recordings, variety shows, performances, practices and practices and practices. And at night, or whenever they were alone, Donghae would tie elastics and put hair slides all over his head, and Kyuhyun would let him have fun with it.
Except that there was one change. Something that hadn't quite gone back to what it used to be.
The way Hankyung's fingers would find his hair whenever they had a chance, whenever something stressful happened, whenever they had something to worry about, whenever they were happy, whenever they were sad, whenever they anticipated something.
One, two, three, and it was gone.
But those were three seconds Kyuhyun was enjoying, second by second. A feeling he waited for a bit too excitedly than he should. A comfort he needed.
A change he wasn't quite ready to let go.