[fic] #91. Stars - Yehsung/Kangin
Title: 091. Stars
Rating: G
Pairing: Yehsung/Kangin
Archive: 23/100
Notes: Kangin thinks Yehsung has nice feet.
"Yehsung..." Yehsung looks up from his magazine to find Kangin standing over his bed, staring at his legs. Or more specifically, his feet.
"Yes?" Yehsung questions after a few seconds of silence, waiting patiently for Kangin to stop being so stalkerishly creepy and finish his sentence, or demand, or whatever it is that he is about to say.
Kangin looks white, eyes wide as he finally looks up at Yehsung in what Yehsung could only describe as semi-cartoonish. "You...have pretty feet."
It takes all of five seconds for the sentence to really hit Yehsung with it's randomness. "Um...thanks?" Yehsung isn't sure if he's supposed to take that as a compliment or not, but he decides it's not really worth the time to think about and it's only the next day that he realizes that he shouldn't have dismissed it so easily.
"These are for you." Kangin pushes a bunch of roses into Yehsung's arms that Yehsung can only guess numbers a dozen. He looks down at them warily, as if expecting to jump out at him.
When it's apparent that the roses weren't going to explode in his face, Yehsung stammers out a hesitant thank you. Ryeowook comes out a moment after, eyes passing over them and focusing on the flowers. "Who are they from?" Ryeowook asks excitedly and Kangin turns on his heels and retreats into his room, slamming the door shut as he leaves the two of them in the hallway gaping after him.
It's when Yehsung receives his fifth box of chocolates in a decorative heart box that Yehsung starts to worry for the younger's mental health. He goes to Eeteuk, who was the go-to guy when it came to the subject of Kangin.
"So he's given you roses and chocolate?" Yehsung nods his head vigorously. Eeteuk looks thoughtful. "And you say he's been nicer too?"
"It's weird, that's what it is!" Yehsung fumes. He doesn't like this Kangin, one that he doesn't know how to deal with or talk to, or even look at without feeling horrendously awkward. "He smiles at me. And not the 'Oh, I've got another prank to pull on you' smile. It's a smile smile. Like the kind that Shiwon always gives Hankyung. It's the kind of smile that Ryeowook gives Kyuhyun. It's the kind of smile that he shouldn't be smiling."
"Why shouldn't he smile that kind of smile?" Eeteuk questions, picking at his nails, seemingly disinterested.
"He can smile all he wants, but not at me." Yehsung huffs and crosses his arms, clearly agitated. Eeteuk sighs.
"Maybe you should ask him, then," Eeteuk advises off-handedly. Yehsung frowns.
"I don't want to ask him. He might--I don't know--start composing poems or something if I do."
Eeteuk laughs that high pitched laugh that he's known for and offers Yehsung one of his dimpled grins. "You'd be surprised."
Deeming Eeteuk and his advice unuseful, Yehsung chalks the whole thing up to Kangin hitting his head on something hard and decides that the best course of action is to just avoid the other for a few weeks and hope that he gets better.
But as soon as Yehsung steps out of Eeteuk's room, Kangin is there like a vulture, the edges of his lips turned down. "Yehsung."
The expression seems almost unfamiliar after days of shy smiles and bit lips. Yehsung almost cries with happiness. There was the Kangin he knew! "Yes?" Yehsung bites back the snap in his voice, glad to finally be talked to in a way that didn't scream out pink and Sungmin.
"Come with me." Kangin grabs his hand and jerks him toward the door.
"What?!" Now this was unexpected. Kangin waits only a few seconds for Yehsung to slip into his shoes before yanking him out of the apartment and into the night.
"Kangin--Kangin, wait! It's pitch black out here!" The other continued to lead them farther away from their home. "Kangin--ow, stop tugging me it hur--."
"Look up." He gives Kangin a confused look. "Look up." Kangin repeats and Yehsung finally obliges, knowing that he wouldn't be able to return to the comfort of their dorm until he did.
Tiny flecks of light litter the sky, brightening up the black mat of space and Yehsung gasps in wonder, eyes tracing the belt of starts that cut across the sky. It wasn't often that he got to look at the stars anymore. They remind him of home, the small town where he could see the stars all the time. Seoul has too much lights, as all big cities did.
When he gets his full, he turns to Kangin with a genuine smile on his lips, not realizing that Kangin had not looked up at the sky himself. "Thank you," he says to the younger who offers an almost hesitant smile back.
(Kangin professes his love five days later. When Yehsung questions why, Kangin says it's because he has nice feet. What he doesn't say is that Yehsung looks best with stars in his eyes.)
Rating: G
Pairing: Yehsung/Kangin
Archive: 23/100
Notes: Kangin thinks Yehsung has nice feet.
"Yehsung..." Yehsung looks up from his magazine to find Kangin standing over his bed, staring at his legs. Or more specifically, his feet.
"Yes?" Yehsung questions after a few seconds of silence, waiting patiently for Kangin to stop being so stalkerishly creepy and finish his sentence, or demand, or whatever it is that he is about to say.
Kangin looks white, eyes wide as he finally looks up at Yehsung in what Yehsung could only describe as semi-cartoonish. "You...have pretty feet."
It takes all of five seconds for the sentence to really hit Yehsung with it's randomness. "Um...thanks?" Yehsung isn't sure if he's supposed to take that as a compliment or not, but he decides it's not really worth the time to think about and it's only the next day that he realizes that he shouldn't have dismissed it so easily.
"These are for you." Kangin pushes a bunch of roses into Yehsung's arms that Yehsung can only guess numbers a dozen. He looks down at them warily, as if expecting to jump out at him.
When it's apparent that the roses weren't going to explode in his face, Yehsung stammers out a hesitant thank you. Ryeowook comes out a moment after, eyes passing over them and focusing on the flowers. "Who are they from?" Ryeowook asks excitedly and Kangin turns on his heels and retreats into his room, slamming the door shut as he leaves the two of them in the hallway gaping after him.
It's when Yehsung receives his fifth box of chocolates in a decorative heart box that Yehsung starts to worry for the younger's mental health. He goes to Eeteuk, who was the go-to guy when it came to the subject of Kangin.
"So he's given you roses and chocolate?" Yehsung nods his head vigorously. Eeteuk looks thoughtful. "And you say he's been nicer too?"
"It's weird, that's what it is!" Yehsung fumes. He doesn't like this Kangin, one that he doesn't know how to deal with or talk to, or even look at without feeling horrendously awkward. "He smiles at me. And not the 'Oh, I've got another prank to pull on you' smile. It's a smile smile. Like the kind that Shiwon always gives Hankyung. It's the kind of smile that Ryeowook gives Kyuhyun. It's the kind of smile that he shouldn't be smiling."
"Why shouldn't he smile that kind of smile?" Eeteuk questions, picking at his nails, seemingly disinterested.
"He can smile all he wants, but not at me." Yehsung huffs and crosses his arms, clearly agitated. Eeteuk sighs.
"Maybe you should ask him, then," Eeteuk advises off-handedly. Yehsung frowns.
"I don't want to ask him. He might--I don't know--start composing poems or something if I do."
Eeteuk laughs that high pitched laugh that he's known for and offers Yehsung one of his dimpled grins. "You'd be surprised."
Deeming Eeteuk and his advice unuseful, Yehsung chalks the whole thing up to Kangin hitting his head on something hard and decides that the best course of action is to just avoid the other for a few weeks and hope that he gets better.
But as soon as Yehsung steps out of Eeteuk's room, Kangin is there like a vulture, the edges of his lips turned down. "Yehsung."
The expression seems almost unfamiliar after days of shy smiles and bit lips. Yehsung almost cries with happiness. There was the Kangin he knew! "Yes?" Yehsung bites back the snap in his voice, glad to finally be talked to in a way that didn't scream out pink and Sungmin.
"Come with me." Kangin grabs his hand and jerks him toward the door.
"What?!" Now this was unexpected. Kangin waits only a few seconds for Yehsung to slip into his shoes before yanking him out of the apartment and into the night.
"Kangin--Kangin, wait! It's pitch black out here!" The other continued to lead them farther away from their home. "Kangin--ow, stop tugging me it hur--."
"Look up." He gives Kangin a confused look. "Look up." Kangin repeats and Yehsung finally obliges, knowing that he wouldn't be able to return to the comfort of their dorm until he did.
Tiny flecks of light litter the sky, brightening up the black mat of space and Yehsung gasps in wonder, eyes tracing the belt of starts that cut across the sky. It wasn't often that he got to look at the stars anymore. They remind him of home, the small town where he could see the stars all the time. Seoul has too much lights, as all big cities did.
When he gets his full, he turns to Kangin with a genuine smile on his lips, not realizing that Kangin had not looked up at the sky himself. "Thank you," he says to the younger who offers an almost hesitant smile back.
(Kangin professes his love five days later. When Yehsung questions why, Kangin says it's because he has nice feet. What he doesn't say is that Yehsung looks best with stars in his eyes.)