quartet
quartet - four unrelated drabbles
pairing: tablo/hyukjae
genre; fluffy and/or random bites to take your mind of tablo's current status
rating: g
a/n: so tablo is now a married man. but poo, i can't bring myself to be sad when he's so happy. wanted to write more blohyuk, but was distracted by exams, 2PM and B2ST. oh, and you know that thing where you write something in the length of one song? i did it.
01 널 처음 본 순간부터 만지고 싶어 나만 가지고 싶어
snsd- chocolate love
Fingers uncurl and the spiral bound notebook falls from his hands. Before Tablo can pick it up, Hyukjae -much younger, much more nimble, with faster reflexes- swoops down to grab the book. It falls open and a quick glance reveals a collection of songs. English, Korean, even a bit of French pieced together from Tablo's long forgotten college classes. Tablo would've attempted Chinese, but he's sure offending a nation with a billion citizens isn't a smart thing to do.
Hyukjae hesitates, glancing up at Tablo to meet his eyes. This is personal, Hyukjae understands. Never to be shown until the writer feels it is ready. Judging from the crosses and heavy scribbles across the words, this is far from ready.
Tablo blinks and nods, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips, barely noticeable but nevertheless there. Hyukjae finds a much brighter smile on his own face as he happily thumbs through the pages, knowing the significance of the move. He rattles off gushing compliments on the amazing songs, talking about how these were good enough for recording. Tablo watches him intently, sometimes stopping Hyukjae to ask him about his opinion on the way a sentence is phased or how the rhyme sounds. Hyukjae tries to comment as truthfully as possible, knowing that Tablo needed real opinions, not another fanboy. He likes how Tablo's brow furrows and bites his lip because he isn't satisfied with how the song turned out even though to Hyukjae's eyes, its perfect. It is no secret that Tablo is a perfectionist.
(Later when Hyukjae confides this to Donghae, Donghae laughs and says that its just a few songs and not his diary. Hyukjae insists that songs are just as secretive as diaries, just as precious. Donghae pets him on his head and tells him to get a life)
02 비온 뒤 무지개처럼 소리 없이 나의 품에 안겨 행복을 줘
b2st/beast - oasis
Tablo sits on the couch and Hyukjae sits on the floor, legs pulled up to his chin. Tablo holds the towel to Hyukjae's wet hair and gently towels him dry. Hyukjae is talking about his day and he gets particular excited when he tells Tablo that they received a great song to sing in Superjunior's next album. "It's great, hyung! When it comes out, it'll blow you away." Hyukjae wriggles his butt and tilts his head back to glance at Tablo to see if he's listening like a little child vying for the attention of his mother.
"Hold still," Tablo chides, tugging softly on one strand of hair. Hyukjae giggles and tries his best not to fidget. He continues to chatter about the new album coming out in a few months and how they're trying out so many different styles that he has never tried before. Tablo just listens and smiles at the younger boy's enthusiasm and energy.
Sometimes Tablo forgets that Hyukjae is 23 and not 3. Sometimes Tablo forgets that they're both celebrities and have images to protect. Most times Tablo doesn't want to remember. He tousles Hyukjae's hair one last time and announces, "Your hair is dry."
Grinning, Hyukjae grabs Tablo's outstretched hand and pulls himself into his embrace with one swoop.
03 우리 행운의 모양은 여러개지만 행복의 모양은 하나
whale & jokwon - dunk shot
"Hyukjae~" Tablo singsonged and wrapped an arm around Hyukjae's waist, pulling him towards himself. Tablo rubbed his cheek against Hyukjae's hair, feeling the soft strands brush against his skin. "I missed you~" he cooed in what to everyone else was a very un- Tablo-like move but to Hyukjae was quickly becoming a daily occurrence.
"You treat me like your own personal teddy bear," Hyukjae grumbled, trying to pry Tablo's iron grip off. "I swear, one day, I'll spill the beans about your clinginess and cheesiness." The threat was slightly ruined by the smile that Hyukjae was trying not to show.
"And I'll spill the fact that you're the uke," Tablo replied just as sweetly. "If it wasn't already a known fact."
Hyukjae chokes on his own saliva.
04 또 우리가 함께할 시간모두 영원히 지켜가기로 해
ss501 - 완.두.콩.
"I'm bored," he says lazily as he stretches his arms above his head at a stoplight. His shirt rides up and you fight the urge to reach out and touch the happy trail leading into the wristband of his shorts. "Think of something to do."
"We're driving, aren't we?" You drum your fingers along the door of Hyukjae's Hyundai (patriotic little kid). "Let's go to the noraebang."
"Okay." He automatically turns the steering wheel right, heading for where Everysing is located because SM is partners with it and he's a good employee.
You catch his hand. "Wait, no. You do know that 90% of its customers are fangirls?"
You wait patiently as he blinks once, twice before he finally gets it. "Oh." He hastily makes a Uturn and heads for another smaller, less well known place.
He can't sing and you can't sing ("everyone can sing; it's just a matter of whether you're good at it or not," he says and thrusts the microphone into your hand) and the both of you can't hit the notes to save your lives and its so horribly off tune that people passing by peek in with horrified expressions. You're almost thankful that the room is so dark and your identities are shielded and images protected.
"I can't believe you're a singer," you laugh as his voice cracks on a particularly high note during a disastrous attempt to sing Han namja. (he has an embarrassing crush on Kim Jongkook but he's a closet fan and no one but you knows)
"And so the pot calls the kettle black," he quips, stopping to catch his breath before continuing his screeching.