between the lines
between the lines
paralyzing_time
general; pg; shihan
555 words
siwon is a christian. hankyung is an atheist. drabble
warning: insinuation of sexual activity, religious themes
notes: FFFFF i need to prioritize my life /brick'd *note cont'd at the end*
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hankyung watches siwon drink his coffee, black with nothing added to it, and bring the steaming cup up to his lips. his hands grasp today's newspaper, crisp and bleeding black with exaggerated words, running from the light morning rain. after he's done, siwon grasps the cross around his neck and brings up it up in grace, eyes closed to concentrate his thoughts. hankyung stares at his own hands, nothing in them but a glass of water, and glances at the reflection in a nearby mirror. his neck is bare except for the red string of his jade pendant, whose cold stone presses against his bare skin underneath his shirt. the chinese male's fingers linger over his necklace and wonders if he could also pretend to pray just to satisfy siwon, who constantly tells him that he should go to church. siwon looks beautiful in prayer with the breaking sunlight illuminating behind him, and hankyung thinks it looks like a halo.
"hyung," siwon's quiet voice breaks hankyung out of his reverie, and hankyung can almost hear the silent prayer that doesn't slip out of siwon's mouth.
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"aren't you going to hell for this?" hankyung asks as he lays next to siwon's body, fully exposed but also with a sheet of modesty covering him.the afterglow helps the question smooth out into a flowing river of words and feelings that stream in the air, sneaking in between breaths and heartbeats that are shared between the two of them.
siwon chuckled quietly before turning onto his side, now facing hankyung. it's cold and warm at the same time and hankyung wonders if purgatory will be like this, caught in the invitation of heaven and and the damnation of hell, if they really do exist. his fingers create a pattern of wings on siwon's back and soon he's picturing siwon as an angel, which isn't hard because siwon is practically the picture of white, blinding purity and he has the vision of siwon with a halo from the morning.
"sometimes you make me forget i'm supposed to grow old, hyung," siwon tells him breathlessly as he continues to keep his eyes closed in contentment, and hankyung can't help but get sucked into this innocence. "sometimes you make me forget that i'm supposed to die, and that there is even a place after this."
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hankyung looks at the necklace that lays upon his desk, still but seeming to have life. the silver cross reflects the room as hankyung lifts it up and tilts it, its cool touch making hymns sound out in his veins. siwon gave it to him earlier as a gift, saying this would be good for him. it would be good to believe in something. the black thread wound around his fingers as he brought it closer to his face, smelling the cologne siwon makes sure to put on before every time he goes out. this time his ears pick up on lines of words in siwon's voice and looks around the room before his eyes catch the bible next to siwon's bed.
"god, i'm sorry for my sins..." hankyung hears siwon mutter to himself in his mantra, unaware that the older male could hear him.
hankyung looks back at the necklace before tucking it inside his drawer, and wonders when he crossed the line.
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end notes: religion is a topic i don't generally like lingering in, even in writing because i'm scared of offending someone. the inspiration for this was DBSK's どうして君を好きになってしまったんだろう? also, i don't like shihan. pointless drabble. now i need to continue my homework and study for finals orz
paralyzing_time
general; pg; shihan
555 words
siwon is a christian. hankyung is an atheist. drabble
warning: insinuation of sexual activity, religious themes
notes: FFFFF i need to prioritize my life /brick'd *note cont'd at the end*
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hankyung watches siwon drink his coffee, black with nothing added to it, and bring the steaming cup up to his lips. his hands grasp today's newspaper, crisp and bleeding black with exaggerated words, running from the light morning rain. after he's done, siwon grasps the cross around his neck and brings up it up in grace, eyes closed to concentrate his thoughts. hankyung stares at his own hands, nothing in them but a glass of water, and glances at the reflection in a nearby mirror. his neck is bare except for the red string of his jade pendant, whose cold stone presses against his bare skin underneath his shirt. the chinese male's fingers linger over his necklace and wonders if he could also pretend to pray just to satisfy siwon, who constantly tells him that he should go to church. siwon looks beautiful in prayer with the breaking sunlight illuminating behind him, and hankyung thinks it looks like a halo.
"hyung," siwon's quiet voice breaks hankyung out of his reverie, and hankyung can almost hear the silent prayer that doesn't slip out of siwon's mouth.
-
"aren't you going to hell for this?" hankyung asks as he lays next to siwon's body, fully exposed but also with a sheet of modesty covering him.the afterglow helps the question smooth out into a flowing river of words and feelings that stream in the air, sneaking in between breaths and heartbeats that are shared between the two of them.
siwon chuckled quietly before turning onto his side, now facing hankyung. it's cold and warm at the same time and hankyung wonders if purgatory will be like this, caught in the invitation of heaven and and the damnation of hell, if they really do exist. his fingers create a pattern of wings on siwon's back and soon he's picturing siwon as an angel, which isn't hard because siwon is practically the picture of white, blinding purity and he has the vision of siwon with a halo from the morning.
"sometimes you make me forget i'm supposed to grow old, hyung," siwon tells him breathlessly as he continues to keep his eyes closed in contentment, and hankyung can't help but get sucked into this innocence. "sometimes you make me forget that i'm supposed to die, and that there is even a place after this."
-
hankyung looks at the necklace that lays upon his desk, still but seeming to have life. the silver cross reflects the room as hankyung lifts it up and tilts it, its cool touch making hymns sound out in his veins. siwon gave it to him earlier as a gift, saying this would be good for him. it would be good to believe in something. the black thread wound around his fingers as he brought it closer to his face, smelling the cologne siwon makes sure to put on before every time he goes out. this time his ears pick up on lines of words in siwon's voice and looks around the room before his eyes catch the bible next to siwon's bed.
"god, i'm sorry for my sins..." hankyung hears siwon mutter to himself in his mantra, unaware that the older male could hear him.
hankyung looks back at the necklace before tucking it inside his drawer, and wonders when he crossed the line.
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end notes: religion is a topic i don't generally like lingering in, even in writing because i'm scared of offending someone. the inspiration for this was DBSK's どうして君を好きになってしまったんだろう? also, i don't like shihan. pointless drabble. now i need to continue my homework and study for finals orz