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Waves
H.O.T - Tonhyuk
674 words; PG-13 for cussing
Woohyuk and Tony go to the beach.
"Isn't it such a gorgeous day today, Hyukah?" Tony calls, running along the beach with his arms spread out wide and head thrown back. Woohyuk rolls his eyes, settling down on the sand just beyond the reach of the tide. Tony knows perfectly well that Woohyuk hates the beach and sand between the toes and salt water in his eyes, and Tony can’t even swim, for Christ’s sake, but he had pouted and nagged until Woohyuk caved. Fuck, when Tony had urged him to skip class-for the third time this week, much to the horror of his mother-, Woohyuk had thought they would at least go somewhere decent.
"It's not too hot," Tony continues, ignoring Woohyuk's foul mood, water lapping around his knees, "And it's just the two of us on this huuuuge beach." He is shouting but the roar of the waves drown out his voice until it sounds nearly like a whisper. Woohyuk focuses instead on the book in his hands; if he fails the next English test, he'll probably flunk the course and he certainly can't afford that.
The next time Woohyuk looks up, Tony is gone.
*
Woohyuk drags him onto the dry sand and lays him down, sweeping the sopping wet hair away from his closed eyes. There's no sign of breathing, no pulse.
Woohyuk looks around frantically, but of course Tony would choose a fucking deserted beach with no lifeguard, and why the hell can’t he remember a single damn thing from health class. Okay, okay. Tony has water in his lungs, you need to do the Heimlich Maneuver to get that out. You can do that. Woohyuk pushes down on Tony's stomach rhythmatically, waiting until he had expelled most of the water before pressing his lips to Tony's-remember to tilt the head back-and breathing in. He alternates between pushing down on Tony's chest and breathing into his mouth, and shit, he can’t remember if it’s three or five thrusts with every breath but he guesses the best he can.
Fucklethimbeokaypleaseifthere'sanyhigherbeinguptherepleasefuckinglethimbeokay-
But Tony’s not moving at all and it’s taking far too long and Woohyuk is ready to do it all over again, because it’s not going to end like this, he won’t let it, and Tony's body suddenly jerks, and he starts to cough up water violently. Instinctively, Woohyuk helps him sit up and pats his back, waiting for the coughing fit to subside. His limbs feel numb.
I did it, I did it, he's alive, he's okay, ohmyfuckinggod he's not dead, he's alive.
"Fuck, don't ever be that stupid again," Woohyuk pants, and before either of them knows it, he crushes Tony's body against his own. Tony wheezes in surprise and pounds weakly at his back.
"I'm okay, Hyukah, let go! You can stop worrying." His voice isn’t anything more than a hoarse whisper, but the words are loud in Woohyuk’s ears, causing the torrents of relief that had overswept him to rapidly ebb away. Woohyuk lets go, and Tony drops back down onto the sand with a groan.
"Who the fuck said I was worrying," Woohyuk snaps.
*
They trudge back to the car with Woohyuk’s arm around Tony’s waist-Tony insists he’s fine, but his legs still wobble like jelly-, because God knows they've had enough excitement for the day. Tony collapses in the passenger seat, almost immediately dozing off. Woohyuk doesn't have the heart to yell at him for getting his precious car's seat wet and sandy. Instead, he tucks his jacket around Tony's thin shoulders and starts the car.
When they're nearly at the highway, Tony, only half-awake, murmurs, "I can't believe you stole my first kiss, you jerk."
"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep," Woohyuk orders. Tony is too tired to argue, so he settles deeper into the seat and clings to the fabric of Woohyuk's jacket.
It's only when Woohyuk is sure Tony is asleep, when Tony's breaths slow down and even out, that Woohyuk allows himself a small smile behind a hand.
H.O.T - Tonhyuk
674 words; PG-13 for cussing
Woohyuk and Tony go to the beach.
"Isn't it such a gorgeous day today, Hyukah?" Tony calls, running along the beach with his arms spread out wide and head thrown back. Woohyuk rolls his eyes, settling down on the sand just beyond the reach of the tide. Tony knows perfectly well that Woohyuk hates the beach and sand between the toes and salt water in his eyes, and Tony can’t even swim, for Christ’s sake, but he had pouted and nagged until Woohyuk caved. Fuck, when Tony had urged him to skip class-for the third time this week, much to the horror of his mother-, Woohyuk had thought they would at least go somewhere decent.
"It's not too hot," Tony continues, ignoring Woohyuk's foul mood, water lapping around his knees, "And it's just the two of us on this huuuuge beach." He is shouting but the roar of the waves drown out his voice until it sounds nearly like a whisper. Woohyuk focuses instead on the book in his hands; if he fails the next English test, he'll probably flunk the course and he certainly can't afford that.
The next time Woohyuk looks up, Tony is gone.
*
Woohyuk drags him onto the dry sand and lays him down, sweeping the sopping wet hair away from his closed eyes. There's no sign of breathing, no pulse.
Woohyuk looks around frantically, but of course Tony would choose a fucking deserted beach with no lifeguard, and why the hell can’t he remember a single damn thing from health class. Okay, okay. Tony has water in his lungs, you need to do the Heimlich Maneuver to get that out. You can do that. Woohyuk pushes down on Tony's stomach rhythmatically, waiting until he had expelled most of the water before pressing his lips to Tony's-remember to tilt the head back-and breathing in. He alternates between pushing down on Tony's chest and breathing into his mouth, and shit, he can’t remember if it’s three or five thrusts with every breath but he guesses the best he can.
Fucklethimbeokaypleaseifthere'sanyhigherbeinguptherepleasefuckinglethimbeokay-
But Tony’s not moving at all and it’s taking far too long and Woohyuk is ready to do it all over again, because it’s not going to end like this, he won’t let it, and Tony's body suddenly jerks, and he starts to cough up water violently. Instinctively, Woohyuk helps him sit up and pats his back, waiting for the coughing fit to subside. His limbs feel numb.
I did it, I did it, he's alive, he's okay, ohmyfuckinggod he's not dead, he's alive.
"Fuck, don't ever be that stupid again," Woohyuk pants, and before either of them knows it, he crushes Tony's body against his own. Tony wheezes in surprise and pounds weakly at his back.
"I'm okay, Hyukah, let go! You can stop worrying." His voice isn’t anything more than a hoarse whisper, but the words are loud in Woohyuk’s ears, causing the torrents of relief that had overswept him to rapidly ebb away. Woohyuk lets go, and Tony drops back down onto the sand with a groan.
"Who the fuck said I was worrying," Woohyuk snaps.
*
They trudge back to the car with Woohyuk’s arm around Tony’s waist-Tony insists he’s fine, but his legs still wobble like jelly-, because God knows they've had enough excitement for the day. Tony collapses in the passenger seat, almost immediately dozing off. Woohyuk doesn't have the heart to yell at him for getting his precious car's seat wet and sandy. Instead, he tucks his jacket around Tony's thin shoulders and starts the car.
When they're nearly at the highway, Tony, only half-awake, murmurs, "I can't believe you stole my first kiss, you jerk."
"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep," Woohyuk orders. Tony is too tired to argue, so he settles deeper into the seat and clings to the fabric of Woohyuk's jacket.
It's only when Woohyuk is sure Tony is asleep, when Tony's breaths slow down and even out, that Woohyuk allows himself a small smile behind a hand.