tomorrow
title: tomorrow
pairing: kyungmyeon
wc: 900 words
summary: kyungsoo's early mornings are for happy memories.
for supa_baek! belated happy birthday bb ♥
the low, rumbling sound of thunder shakes kyungsoo awake, on the wrong side of the bed and with a pounding headache. he groans, pressing two fingers against his temple, and slowly gets up from the warmth of his sheets. he treads silently out of his shared room with jongin, careful not to wake the other up. every wink of sleep is valued, especially since they only get two to three hours per day because of their tight schedules and long-winded practices.
kyungsoo yawns as he steps onto the hallway and his eyes are half-closed while he listens to the sounds around the dorm, wondering if any of the other members are already awake and hearing only faint snores from baekhyun and chanyeol's room, and the soft pitter patter of the rain outside. then, he walks on the tip of his toes, avoiding all the creaky floorboards, and with every soundless step he takes comes a tinge of relief and a pinch of self-satisfaction.
when he reaches the kitchen, he feels a surge of familiar joy rush into his heart and suddenly the sand that clouds his vision disappears and leaves kyungsoo with bright eyes and a content smile. he lets his feet take him to the fridge, to the sink, and to the drawers, getting milk, plates, and frying pans as he prepares breakfast, humming to himself junmyeon's favorite ballad or perhaps the latest bubblegum pop song sehun's been listening to. with every clank the cutlery makes against the table and every hiss kyungsoo hears as he lets the bacon fry to a nice crisp comes memories of flashing white and bright yellow, reminding him of emotions that are white hot as they creep to every nook and cranny of his body.
early morning wasn't the time for kyungsoo to think of another nerve-wrecking performance later that day or the quickly approaching awards show that will either make or break exo. it wasn't the time to worry about his skin and how layer upon layer of make-up will be applied by their stylists later on, or how he will need to buy more pain relief patches once they get home.
early mornings are for happy memories, memories of proud pats on the back and reassuring hands squeezing his own before they go on stage. they are for memories of warm hugs and laughter that he thought would never end. they are for those times when they would eat out and there was no one waiting to follow them around. it would be just them and afterwards they whisper and giggle about it, protecting the memory dearly and keeping it to themselves even though the managers know and even the fans do somehow, just because they want to believe that they have memories of their own, secret moments that only they can remember and laugh about. only jongin, baekhyun, chanyeol, sehun, junmyeon, and kyungsoo.
"what's for brekafast?"
kyungsoo's smile never leaves his face but it grows, and now junmyeon surely adds to the brightness in his eyes and the warmth in his cheeks. "bacon and eggs," he replies as he sets plates of food on the table, smoothing out the cloth covering it and adjusting the cutleries' positions to perfection.
junmyeon wraps his arms around kyungsoo's middle once he finishes, and hums in his ear. "sorry it's not the waffles you wanted," kyungsoo says, placing his hands over junmyeon's and giving them a gentle pat in apology.
"it's okay," junmyeon says, and there is no hesitation at all when he tightens his hold on kyungsoo and gives the other a peck on the cheek. "there's always tomorrow."
it's not the first time that junmyeon has done this but nevertheless, it gives kyungsoo butterflies in his stomach, and he can feel his heart beating erratically as heat rushes to his cheeks. he doesn't attempt to speak, doesn't attempt to protect the last bit of manliness left in him because he knows that only tiny squeaks of protest will be heard. besides, he enjoys the way they fit together, revels in the way junmyeon's breath tickles his ear, and he wonders if junmyeon could hear their hearts beating together in the silence of the kitchen, wonders if the beats fit as well as they do. he thinks of the mornings before this and remembers feeling the exact same way, thinking the exact same thoughts and he never gets tired of it. in fact, he misses it, and he wants to think about it every minute and every second of the day. it's the reason why he can't sleep at night, because his mind is running, fast and almost impossible to stop when the image of junmyeon is all kyungsoo can see once he closes his eyes. it's also the reason why he finds the will to sleep, because he knows what the morning will bring.
and so kyungsoo sighs and closes his eyes, giving himself up to the warmth junmyeon offers. they bask in silence, hoping that it will last but knowing that the other members will probably barge in after a few minutes, whining about their empty stomachs, calling dibs on the shower, and asking to be fed. still, they remain happy. they hope for it but they don't feel the need to ask for more because they know that there will always be the next day. there will always be tomorrow.
pairing: kyungmyeon
wc: 900 words
summary: kyungsoo's early mornings are for happy memories.
for supa_baek! belated happy birthday bb ♥
the low, rumbling sound of thunder shakes kyungsoo awake, on the wrong side of the bed and with a pounding headache. he groans, pressing two fingers against his temple, and slowly gets up from the warmth of his sheets. he treads silently out of his shared room with jongin, careful not to wake the other up. every wink of sleep is valued, especially since they only get two to three hours per day because of their tight schedules and long-winded practices.
kyungsoo yawns as he steps onto the hallway and his eyes are half-closed while he listens to the sounds around the dorm, wondering if any of the other members are already awake and hearing only faint snores from baekhyun and chanyeol's room, and the soft pitter patter of the rain outside. then, he walks on the tip of his toes, avoiding all the creaky floorboards, and with every soundless step he takes comes a tinge of relief and a pinch of self-satisfaction.
when he reaches the kitchen, he feels a surge of familiar joy rush into his heart and suddenly the sand that clouds his vision disappears and leaves kyungsoo with bright eyes and a content smile. he lets his feet take him to the fridge, to the sink, and to the drawers, getting milk, plates, and frying pans as he prepares breakfast, humming to himself junmyeon's favorite ballad or perhaps the latest bubblegum pop song sehun's been listening to. with every clank the cutlery makes against the table and every hiss kyungsoo hears as he lets the bacon fry to a nice crisp comes memories of flashing white and bright yellow, reminding him of emotions that are white hot as they creep to every nook and cranny of his body.
early morning wasn't the time for kyungsoo to think of another nerve-wrecking performance later that day or the quickly approaching awards show that will either make or break exo. it wasn't the time to worry about his skin and how layer upon layer of make-up will be applied by their stylists later on, or how he will need to buy more pain relief patches once they get home.
early mornings are for happy memories, memories of proud pats on the back and reassuring hands squeezing his own before they go on stage. they are for memories of warm hugs and laughter that he thought would never end. they are for those times when they would eat out and there was no one waiting to follow them around. it would be just them and afterwards they whisper and giggle about it, protecting the memory dearly and keeping it to themselves even though the managers know and even the fans do somehow, just because they want to believe that they have memories of their own, secret moments that only they can remember and laugh about. only jongin, baekhyun, chanyeol, sehun, junmyeon, and kyungsoo.
"what's for brekafast?"
kyungsoo's smile never leaves his face but it grows, and now junmyeon surely adds to the brightness in his eyes and the warmth in his cheeks. "bacon and eggs," he replies as he sets plates of food on the table, smoothing out the cloth covering it and adjusting the cutleries' positions to perfection.
junmyeon wraps his arms around kyungsoo's middle once he finishes, and hums in his ear. "sorry it's not the waffles you wanted," kyungsoo says, placing his hands over junmyeon's and giving them a gentle pat in apology.
"it's okay," junmyeon says, and there is no hesitation at all when he tightens his hold on kyungsoo and gives the other a peck on the cheek. "there's always tomorrow."
it's not the first time that junmyeon has done this but nevertheless, it gives kyungsoo butterflies in his stomach, and he can feel his heart beating erratically as heat rushes to his cheeks. he doesn't attempt to speak, doesn't attempt to protect the last bit of manliness left in him because he knows that only tiny squeaks of protest will be heard. besides, he enjoys the way they fit together, revels in the way junmyeon's breath tickles his ear, and he wonders if junmyeon could hear their hearts beating together in the silence of the kitchen, wonders if the beats fit as well as they do. he thinks of the mornings before this and remembers feeling the exact same way, thinking the exact same thoughts and he never gets tired of it. in fact, he misses it, and he wants to think about it every minute and every second of the day. it's the reason why he can't sleep at night, because his mind is running, fast and almost impossible to stop when the image of junmyeon is all kyungsoo can see once he closes his eyes. it's also the reason why he finds the will to sleep, because he knows what the morning will bring.
and so kyungsoo sighs and closes his eyes, giving himself up to the warmth junmyeon offers. they bask in silence, hoping that it will last but knowing that the other members will probably barge in after a few minutes, whining about their empty stomachs, calling dibs on the shower, and asking to be fed. still, they remain happy. they hope for it but they don't feel the need to ask for more because they know that there will always be the next day. there will always be tomorrow.