Quiet Melody of a Soft Voice
Title: Quiet Melody of a Soft Voice
Author: Aznmen
Pairing: Kibum/Hankyung
Genre: Fluff/General
Rating: G || 399
Summary: Hankyung’s body is warm when watching the rain fall.
The rain is soft and light, falling in a gentle harmony that doesn’t really make your attitude change when watching it. You’re sitting on the porch, staring into outer space; hair, dripping wet from the prolonged time outside, causes a shiver to run through your body, but you can’t bring yourself to move. The rabid sounds of the apartment come through the walls, and when you hear random voices clear enough to know what’s being said, you smile widely. Even if you’re in your own world, theirs continues to move. It’s not like they would see or talk to you anyway; you were always in another dimension. Thinking of home, thinking of your family, thinking of lines, and scripts that you no longer need to have memorized, certain phrases that caught your mind, and even sometimes questioning the meaning of life.
Either that, or play Starcraft.
The eyeliner from the performance earlier is still on, and your hair has grown shaggy. It’s wet around your ears and you imagine it to be like a soggy leaf, all gross and pallid, not really retaining its sense of decency. And now you were critiquing your hair. Wow. The rain must be getting to you.
Shaking your head like a dog, the water comes out in a spray as the door opens and another figure comes out. Hankyung’s lithe figure sits next to you, wisely wearing a see-through poncho. At first, you look at him through your peripheral vision (through your curtain-like hair) and then turn back to watch the rain once more. If he needed something/wanted to say something, than he would say it.
The rain is quiet, and when you’re growing tired but still not willing to move, your body leans towards Hankyung’s, drawing in its warmth, until finally laying your head in his lap and closing your eyes.
Hankyung plays with your hair, even though its wet, and you notice he’s singing some sort of light Chinese lullaby, and though you think you’re too old for a lullaby, the beautiful melody tugs at the fatigue in your body and mind.
It’s not sudden, but more of a long drawn out sort of thing that makes you not remember when you were awake and when you fell asleep. The next thing you know, you’re in your bed, and the melody of the Chinese song is repeating itself in your head.
100 Theme Pic Challenge - Under the Rain
11/100
Finished at 00.05 7-26
A/N: I’m not dead yet~! ^^ Well… writing-wise, I am xD This is the first thing I’ve written since the 4th… xD I figured I just wanted to show you that… well… I’m writing again, I suppose? I’ll try and get a move on for PatP xDDD finish that soon, and then I’ll post it and no more waiting!!! Yayyy~~