Too Early [1/1]
Title: Too early
Pairing: Banghim
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Happy Birthday Kim Himchan
Himchan wakes up to wet lips against his cheek; long fingers tapping a silent melody onto his chest. He tries to swat the hand away because someone just interrupted a really good dream - a really good one, involving neon body paints but there’s an unmistakably husky voice in his ear and the fingers tangle with his own. ‘Kim Himchan’ The way the other says his name sends chills down his spine and pulls him further from sleep. He vaguely makes out the sounds of Youngjae and Daehyun snoring in the bunks above. ‘What time is it?’ He slurs groggily, tongue feeling too thick for his mouth. Yongguk’s lips brush against his cheekbone and he feels the elder pull back slightly, presumably to check the clock behind him. The green numbers read 04:06AM. ‘Never mind that, Baby’ Yongguk says, lifting their joined hands up to press open-mouthed kisses to the inside of Himchan’s wrist. His tongue traces letters over pale skin.
Himchan rubs the sleep from his eyes with his free hand and when his eyes fall to Yongguk he almost wishes he hadn’t opened them - almost because there’s a thin strip of light from the partly open door and it falls right onto Yongguk’s face. The intensity in his eyes steals Himchan’s breath away and there’s a lump in his throat he can’t seem to swallow. ‘Guk, it’s too early. Can’t you be a sap later?’ He squeezes the elder’s hand hoping it will distract him from the way his voice cracks. Yongguk does notice - it’s painfully clear in the way he presses his lips to Himchan’s palm to muffle his laughter.
Somewhere behind him comes a soft mumble that sounds vaguely like Junhong. ‘Hyung~’ The younger sing-songs though there’s a strangle lilt as he drags out the word. Himchan glances over Yongguk’s shoulder as the boy calls out again and they’re both surprised when a few moments later Jongup, then Youngjae replies. Himchan thinks he hears Daehyun growl a soft ‘shut up, idiot’ and he presses his free palm to his own mouth. Yongguk’s eyes dance in the soft strip of light. ‘Himchan-ah’ He whispers finally, voice no more than a whisper. The tender look is back on his face, the gentle curve of his lips and his eyes just a little more creased in the corners. Himchan is distracted momentarily by Yongguk’s mouth and presses the fingers that muffled his laughter some moments ago to the leader’s thick lower lip. The elder captures both his hands and kisses each of Himchan’s finger tips. The ulzzang hopes the darkness hides the warmth of his cheeks.
‘Himchan-ah’ He says again, voice thick with emotion. Himchan smiles regardless, fingers tracing the curve of Yongguk’s lips as they pronounce each syllable. ‘I’m sorry for waking you. I just wanted to be the first to say Happy Birthday’ His eyes flicker briefly to somewhere below Himchan’s collarbone, a rare moment of shyness and Himchan forces his hands from Yongguk’s to fist into the front of his night shirt. He decides to keep it to himself that his sister had already beat him to it. Instead he pulls the other closer and mouths thank you against his lips.
Pairing: Banghim
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Happy Birthday Kim Himchan
Himchan wakes up to wet lips against his cheek; long fingers tapping a silent melody onto his chest. He tries to swat the hand away because someone just interrupted a really good dream - a really good one, involving neon body paints but there’s an unmistakably husky voice in his ear and the fingers tangle with his own. ‘Kim Himchan’ The way the other says his name sends chills down his spine and pulls him further from sleep. He vaguely makes out the sounds of Youngjae and Daehyun snoring in the bunks above. ‘What time is it?’ He slurs groggily, tongue feeling too thick for his mouth. Yongguk’s lips brush against his cheekbone and he feels the elder pull back slightly, presumably to check the clock behind him. The green numbers read 04:06AM. ‘Never mind that, Baby’ Yongguk says, lifting their joined hands up to press open-mouthed kisses to the inside of Himchan’s wrist. His tongue traces letters over pale skin.
Himchan rubs the sleep from his eyes with his free hand and when his eyes fall to Yongguk he almost wishes he hadn’t opened them - almost because there’s a thin strip of light from the partly open door and it falls right onto Yongguk’s face. The intensity in his eyes steals Himchan’s breath away and there’s a lump in his throat he can’t seem to swallow. ‘Guk, it’s too early. Can’t you be a sap later?’ He squeezes the elder’s hand hoping it will distract him from the way his voice cracks. Yongguk does notice - it’s painfully clear in the way he presses his lips to Himchan’s palm to muffle his laughter.
Somewhere behind him comes a soft mumble that sounds vaguely like Junhong. ‘Hyung~’ The younger sing-songs though there’s a strangle lilt as he drags out the word. Himchan glances over Yongguk’s shoulder as the boy calls out again and they’re both surprised when a few moments later Jongup, then Youngjae replies. Himchan thinks he hears Daehyun growl a soft ‘shut up, idiot’ and he presses his free palm to his own mouth. Yongguk’s eyes dance in the soft strip of light. ‘Himchan-ah’ He whispers finally, voice no more than a whisper. The tender look is back on his face, the gentle curve of his lips and his eyes just a little more creased in the corners. Himchan is distracted momentarily by Yongguk’s mouth and presses the fingers that muffled his laughter some moments ago to the leader’s thick lower lip. The elder captures both his hands and kisses each of Himchan’s finger tips. The ulzzang hopes the darkness hides the warmth of his cheeks.
‘Himchan-ah’ He says again, voice thick with emotion. Himchan smiles regardless, fingers tracing the curve of Yongguk’s lips as they pronounce each syllable. ‘I’m sorry for waking you. I just wanted to be the first to say Happy Birthday’ His eyes flicker briefly to somewhere below Himchan’s collarbone, a rare moment of shyness and Himchan forces his hands from Yongguk’s to fist into the front of his night shirt. He decides to keep it to himself that his sister had already beat him to it. Instead he pulls the other closer and mouths thank you against his lips.