fic: 84mm and 189mm, yesung, pg-13
Title: 84 mm & 189 mm
Author: pinefir
Pairings: kangin/yesung, sungmin/yesung, kyuhyun/yesung
Rating: PG-13
Genre: a mix of genres because no two hands are alike, unless they belong to the same person.
Summary: an average male’s hand has the dimensions 84 mm wide and 189 mm long. yesung’s hands are way too thin and too short for it to be a male’s hand, but it’s okay.
AN: 3 unrelated drabbles about yesung’s amazing hands.
-636s-
Youngwoon looks at the snow-covered street while leaning against the railings. He breathes out, momentarily distracted with the puff of air he just released. It was a cold winter, he thought as he noticed how people would huddle closer to each other when walking. He turns around, the railings digging into his back now as he watches the snow fall from the skies, and then he visually scales the building before him. 5th floor, he thought as he stuffed his hands in his pocket where it was warm, that’s where Jongwoon’s coming from.
He turns around again, bored of watching the building and waiting for Yesung. He goes back to people watching and attempting to keep himself warm when someone suddenly taps him on the shoulder.
“Have you been waiting for too long?” Jongwoon says, voice a bit muffled because of the thick scarf he has around his neck. Youngwoon smiles at him, eyes saying no, it wasn’t that long. He looks at Jongwoon who was wearing some bulky coat and grey army cap and he thinks that he could easily be mistaken for a girl with short hair, what with his flushed cheeks and warm smile. Jongwoon wasn’t the most feminine guy on earth, but he was a beautiful guy and there were times where he just looked prettier than any girl Youngwoon has seen, not that he’d ever tell.
“You need to cut your hair short,” Youngwoon smirks at Jongwoon as his fingers play with a lock of Jongwoon’s dirty blonde hair. “It’s getting too long,” he continues. “And you’re looking like a girl,” he chuckles as Jongwoon throws him a glare. Jongwoon shakes his head in response and starts walking away. Youngwoon follows him, still unable to help laughter from erupting.
They walked in silence, the snow falling around them and leaving them and the other late-afternoon walkers dotted with the white, small flakes. Bumping each other by the shoulders, people would never think that they were more than good friends. They did not mind, it’s not like they go all out in announcing their status.
Youngwoon inches closer to Jongwoon; the hustle -bustle of late-afternoon commuters used as an excuse to huddle closer together, Jongwoon doesn’t mind Youngwoon’s proximity and instead walks closer to him.
“How was your training?” Youngwoon asks Jongwoon, a gloved hand pulling at Jongwoon’s hidden left hand. He is surprised when he sees Jongwoon’s small hand gloveless and almost white with cold.
“Fine,” Jongwoon says as he pulls his bare hands away from him. “Don’t take out my hand,” he berates Youngwoon. “It’s cold and I forgot my gloves at home when I left.”
Youngwoon stops walking and Jongwoon stops with him. “Yah!” Jongwoon says, Youngwoon ignores him.
Youngwoon pulls at one of his gloves and hands it to Jongwoon.” Here, you idiot,” he says as he takes Jongwoon’s left hand and wraps his right hand around Jongwoon’s. “It’s winter, your small fingers are gonna fall off if you keep on forgetting your gloves,” he says with a sneer , but Jongwoon knows it’s not out of malice as Youngwoon was squeezing his smaller hands in his bigger ones before pocketing it.
“Well, I woke up late,” Jongwoon says his other hand now fitted with Youngwoon’s glove, the other was safe and warm in Youngwoon’s pocket. “And I forgot them on my way,” he shrugs.
Youngwoon looks at him incredulously before laughing out loud. “Next time don’t forget them,” he chides Jongwoon and Jongwoon kind of brushes him off.
“I think you like this,” Youngwoon says after a few minutes of comfortable silence, Jongwoon hums in a noncommittal way. “It’s a good thing your hands are girly because it’d be really hard to fit both our hands in my pocket.” Jongwoon can only snort at him in response.
-528-
“Fuck,” Yesung hisses as Sungmin accidentally swipes too hard at the open cut on his palm.
“Sorry,” Sungmin mumbles as he gingerly picks out the tiny shards of glass. “I told you we should’ve gone to the infirmary,” he says , looking at anywhere but Yesung. Yesung grunts in response.
“It’s just a little cut,” Yesung answers tightly. “Hardly anything to lose your head over, Ming,” he says as he attempts a smile to ease Sungmin’s worry; but it comes out as a grimace when Sungmin presses his alcohol-soaked cotton on his cut. “Ow, ow, that stings,” Yesung frowns as he tries to pull his hands away from Sungmin’s grip.
Sungmin frowns at him a bit and proceeds to cleaning his cut. “Serves you right,” he bitterly mutters under his breath. “Teaches you not to lose control when you’re in a fit of jealousy,” Sungmin snidely says.
Yesung sighs, thinking that it would probably take weeks for the cut to be fully-healed. “It’s not like I could help it though,” he reasons. “My blood just boils when I see Heechul touching Leeteuk.”
Sungmin tsks in response, obviously irritated at where this is going. Yesung and his infatuation for Leeteuk, if people were to ask Sungmin about this he would answer that it was total bullshit. Call him jealous, or scorned, or whatever else comes up to mind ; but he was pretty sure that Yesung and Leeteuk are not even a possibility. “You’re being stupid,” he says. “Leeteuk isn’t for you to go act like a dumb caveman over being overly possessive.”
“It just, it just makes me mad you know,” Yesung explains. Sungmin presses harder, not at all guilty that he’s causing Yesung pain. “Ow, stop that!”
“I’m still cleaning this deep gash,” Sungmin tugs Yesung’s handa back towards him. “Suck it up. No one told you to break the bottle you were holding.”
Yesung sighs again and he’s stopped fighting Sungmin’s ministrations. “I just, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m just infatuated,” he says as he looks at Sungmin in the eye. Sungmin could see his hyung’s intention and sincerity, it almost wants to make him tear up and abuse Yesung’s hands. He looks away and busies himself with a strip of gauze.
“Do you understand what I mean?” Yesung asks as Sungmin gently wraps the gauze around his hands starting from the wrist. “It hurts, when you’re being ignored by the one you’re possibly in love with,” Yesung sighs and Sungmin’s grip loosens a bit. “But , I don’t think you’d know how I’d feel.”
Sungmin shrugs noncommittally, blinking away some tears that weren’t there before. “There you go,” he says as he finishes bandaging
Yesung’s hand. “Just don’t do that again,” he says with a strained smile.
“I can’t promise you anything,” Yesung shrugs and he stands up.
Sungmin wants to go make a grab for his bandaged hand, and tell Yesung to sit the fuck down because he’s gonna confess; but he stops himself. He’s not only gonna hurt himself when Yesung refuses him politely, he’s also gonna hurt Yesung. He didn’t know which of the two would be the greater hurt.
-642-
“You have really long fingers,” Jongwoon says as he sits beside the kid who was preoccupied with his PSP.
The kid looks around, probably checking if he was the one being talked to. “Uhh, thanks?” he says, a bit unsure of what to say to that kind of statement. He takes one look at the man who just complimented(?) him, was that even a compliment? He shrugs and goes back to his game.
“Look,” and a hand is shoved in his face. He looks at the man beside him, trying not to show irritation because he interrupted his game. “My hands are small, and chubby and the fingers are short,” the man continues, and he fights the urge not to throw his beloved PSP at this weird guy.
“Right,” he drawls as he goes back to his game. He was determined, no freak can stop him from levelling up.
Not even ten minutes later, another hand is shoved ring in front of him. “I’m Jongwoon,” the guy says.
He considers shaking it for a split second before deciding that nuh, whatever. “I’m leaving,” he says without taking his eyes off his game. Just a few more jewels along the way, he thinks.
“Wow, that’s a unique name,” the guy mutters next to him, and he resists the urge to stand up and leave the weird guy for good, but he can’t just leave because that would mean pausing his game and losing the adrenaline rush. “출발? Chulbal?” the guy asks, clearly unaware of his growing irritation. “It’s weird,” the guy says and he starts to die a little inside when he realized that he’s cornered. “I mean, who would name their child after a verb?” the guy continues, and he mutters shit under his breath because shit, his character’s life was lowered by 50 points. “It’s really weird.”
“You know what else is weird?” he says as he turns around to face the guy who’s been muttering weird for a good minute now. The guy looks a bit surprised, eyes widened at his sudden outburst. “You’re weird!” he finishes, pointing a finger at the guy who just made him lose 50 points and pause his game.
The guy , Jongwoon, he remembers the name, doesn’t even look offended. “I’m Jongwoon,” he says (completely ignoring the fact that he just introduced himself just a few seconds ago), his hands, small hands thrust in his face again.
He looks at the man , then at his small hands, then at the man again; and then he sighs. “I’m Kyuhyun,” he resignedly says as he takes the small hand and shakes it.
“Nice to meet you, Kyuhyun,” Jongwooon says with a smile. Kyuhyun attempts a smile back but a grimace appears. “I knew you weren’t named Chulbal!” Kyuhyun shaks his head at this. “You don’t look like Chulbal to me.”
“Okay...” Kyuhyun slowly says, eyeing the guy before him with a bit of disgust and interest rolled into one.
“Anyways,” Jongwoon starts again as if Kyuhyun did not say anything. “You look like more of수재 to me.”
“SuJae?”Kyuhyun repeats. He doesn’t know if he’s gonna be insulted or amused by the fact that a stranger just called him a smartass.
“Yep,” Jongwoon answers confidently, and Kyuhyun starts his game again. “I would’ve called you두통, but it might be a stretch.”
Kyuhyun sits up straighter. “Did you just honestly call me a dutong? Me? A headache?”This guy didn’t just insult him twice in a row. “And what do you call yourself? A 구조 , gujo? You’re not quite the relief yourself, you know,” he derisively snorts.
Jongwoon laughs. “It was nice to banter with you, Kyuhyun-ssi,” he says before standing up. “Will, I see you here tomorrow?”
“You wish, small hands,” Kyuhyun shots back.
“It’s a date then.”
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PS:what in the actual. i do not even know why.
Author: pinefir
Pairings: kangin/yesung, sungmin/yesung, kyuhyun/yesung
Rating: PG-13
Genre: a mix of genres because no two hands are alike, unless they belong to the same person.
Summary: an average male’s hand has the dimensions 84 mm wide and 189 mm long. yesung’s hands are way too thin and too short for it to be a male’s hand, but it’s okay.
AN: 3 unrelated drabbles about yesung’s amazing hands.
-636s-
Youngwoon looks at the snow-covered street while leaning against the railings. He breathes out, momentarily distracted with the puff of air he just released. It was a cold winter, he thought as he noticed how people would huddle closer to each other when walking. He turns around, the railings digging into his back now as he watches the snow fall from the skies, and then he visually scales the building before him. 5th floor, he thought as he stuffed his hands in his pocket where it was warm, that’s where Jongwoon’s coming from.
He turns around again, bored of watching the building and waiting for Yesung. He goes back to people watching and attempting to keep himself warm when someone suddenly taps him on the shoulder.
“Have you been waiting for too long?” Jongwoon says, voice a bit muffled because of the thick scarf he has around his neck. Youngwoon smiles at him, eyes saying no, it wasn’t that long. He looks at Jongwoon who was wearing some bulky coat and grey army cap and he thinks that he could easily be mistaken for a girl with short hair, what with his flushed cheeks and warm smile. Jongwoon wasn’t the most feminine guy on earth, but he was a beautiful guy and there were times where he just looked prettier than any girl Youngwoon has seen, not that he’d ever tell.
“You need to cut your hair short,” Youngwoon smirks at Jongwoon as his fingers play with a lock of Jongwoon’s dirty blonde hair. “It’s getting too long,” he continues. “And you’re looking like a girl,” he chuckles as Jongwoon throws him a glare. Jongwoon shakes his head in response and starts walking away. Youngwoon follows him, still unable to help laughter from erupting.
They walked in silence, the snow falling around them and leaving them and the other late-afternoon walkers dotted with the white, small flakes. Bumping each other by the shoulders, people would never think that they were more than good friends. They did not mind, it’s not like they go all out in announcing their status.
Youngwoon inches closer to Jongwoon; the hustle -bustle of late-afternoon commuters used as an excuse to huddle closer together, Jongwoon doesn’t mind Youngwoon’s proximity and instead walks closer to him.
“How was your training?” Youngwoon asks Jongwoon, a gloved hand pulling at Jongwoon’s hidden left hand. He is surprised when he sees Jongwoon’s small hand gloveless and almost white with cold.
“Fine,” Jongwoon says as he pulls his bare hands away from him. “Don’t take out my hand,” he berates Youngwoon. “It’s cold and I forgot my gloves at home when I left.”
Youngwoon stops walking and Jongwoon stops with him. “Yah!” Jongwoon says, Youngwoon ignores him.
Youngwoon pulls at one of his gloves and hands it to Jongwoon.” Here, you idiot,” he says as he takes Jongwoon’s left hand and wraps his right hand around Jongwoon’s. “It’s winter, your small fingers are gonna fall off if you keep on forgetting your gloves,” he says with a sneer , but Jongwoon knows it’s not out of malice as Youngwoon was squeezing his smaller hands in his bigger ones before pocketing it.
“Well, I woke up late,” Jongwoon says his other hand now fitted with Youngwoon’s glove, the other was safe and warm in Youngwoon’s pocket. “And I forgot them on my way,” he shrugs.
Youngwoon looks at him incredulously before laughing out loud. “Next time don’t forget them,” he chides Jongwoon and Jongwoon kind of brushes him off.
“I think you like this,” Youngwoon says after a few minutes of comfortable silence, Jongwoon hums in a noncommittal way. “It’s a good thing your hands are girly because it’d be really hard to fit both our hands in my pocket.” Jongwoon can only snort at him in response.
-528-
“Fuck,” Yesung hisses as Sungmin accidentally swipes too hard at the open cut on his palm.
“Sorry,” Sungmin mumbles as he gingerly picks out the tiny shards of glass. “I told you we should’ve gone to the infirmary,” he says , looking at anywhere but Yesung. Yesung grunts in response.
“It’s just a little cut,” Yesung answers tightly. “Hardly anything to lose your head over, Ming,” he says as he attempts a smile to ease Sungmin’s worry; but it comes out as a grimace when Sungmin presses his alcohol-soaked cotton on his cut. “Ow, ow, that stings,” Yesung frowns as he tries to pull his hands away from Sungmin’s grip.
Sungmin frowns at him a bit and proceeds to cleaning his cut. “Serves you right,” he bitterly mutters under his breath. “Teaches you not to lose control when you’re in a fit of jealousy,” Sungmin snidely says.
Yesung sighs, thinking that it would probably take weeks for the cut to be fully-healed. “It’s not like I could help it though,” he reasons. “My blood just boils when I see Heechul touching Leeteuk.”
Sungmin tsks in response, obviously irritated at where this is going. Yesung and his infatuation for Leeteuk, if people were to ask Sungmin about this he would answer that it was total bullshit. Call him jealous, or scorned, or whatever else comes up to mind ; but he was pretty sure that Yesung and Leeteuk are not even a possibility. “You’re being stupid,” he says. “Leeteuk isn’t for you to go act like a dumb caveman over being overly possessive.”
“It just, it just makes me mad you know,” Yesung explains. Sungmin presses harder, not at all guilty that he’s causing Yesung pain. “Ow, stop that!”
“I’m still cleaning this deep gash,” Sungmin tugs Yesung’s handa back towards him. “Suck it up. No one told you to break the bottle you were holding.”
Yesung sighs again and he’s stopped fighting Sungmin’s ministrations. “I just, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m just infatuated,” he says as he looks at Sungmin in the eye. Sungmin could see his hyung’s intention and sincerity, it almost wants to make him tear up and abuse Yesung’s hands. He looks away and busies himself with a strip of gauze.
“Do you understand what I mean?” Yesung asks as Sungmin gently wraps the gauze around his hands starting from the wrist. “It hurts, when you’re being ignored by the one you’re possibly in love with,” Yesung sighs and Sungmin’s grip loosens a bit. “But , I don’t think you’d know how I’d feel.”
Sungmin shrugs noncommittally, blinking away some tears that weren’t there before. “There you go,” he says as he finishes bandaging
Yesung’s hand. “Just don’t do that again,” he says with a strained smile.
“I can’t promise you anything,” Yesung shrugs and he stands up.
Sungmin wants to go make a grab for his bandaged hand, and tell Yesung to sit the fuck down because he’s gonna confess; but he stops himself. He’s not only gonna hurt himself when Yesung refuses him politely, he’s also gonna hurt Yesung. He didn’t know which of the two would be the greater hurt.
-642-
“You have really long fingers,” Jongwoon says as he sits beside the kid who was preoccupied with his PSP.
The kid looks around, probably checking if he was the one being talked to. “Uhh, thanks?” he says, a bit unsure of what to say to that kind of statement. He takes one look at the man who just complimented(?) him, was that even a compliment? He shrugs and goes back to his game.
“Look,” and a hand is shoved in his face. He looks at the man beside him, trying not to show irritation because he interrupted his game. “My hands are small, and chubby and the fingers are short,” the man continues, and he fights the urge not to throw his beloved PSP at this weird guy.
“Right,” he drawls as he goes back to his game. He was determined, no freak can stop him from levelling up.
Not even ten minutes later, another hand is shoved ring in front of him. “I’m Jongwoon,” the guy says.
He considers shaking it for a split second before deciding that nuh, whatever. “I’m leaving,” he says without taking his eyes off his game. Just a few more jewels along the way, he thinks.
“Wow, that’s a unique name,” the guy mutters next to him, and he resists the urge to stand up and leave the weird guy for good, but he can’t just leave because that would mean pausing his game and losing the adrenaline rush. “출발? Chulbal?” the guy asks, clearly unaware of his growing irritation. “It’s weird,” the guy says and he starts to die a little inside when he realized that he’s cornered. “I mean, who would name their child after a verb?” the guy continues, and he mutters shit under his breath because shit, his character’s life was lowered by 50 points. “It’s really weird.”
“You know what else is weird?” he says as he turns around to face the guy who’s been muttering weird for a good minute now. The guy looks a bit surprised, eyes widened at his sudden outburst. “You’re weird!” he finishes, pointing a finger at the guy who just made him lose 50 points and pause his game.
The guy , Jongwoon, he remembers the name, doesn’t even look offended. “I’m Jongwoon,” he says (completely ignoring the fact that he just introduced himself just a few seconds ago), his hands, small hands thrust in his face again.
He looks at the man , then at his small hands, then at the man again; and then he sighs. “I’m Kyuhyun,” he resignedly says as he takes the small hand and shakes it.
“Nice to meet you, Kyuhyun,” Jongwooon says with a smile. Kyuhyun attempts a smile back but a grimace appears. “I knew you weren’t named Chulbal!” Kyuhyun shaks his head at this. “You don’t look like Chulbal to me.”
“Okay...” Kyuhyun slowly says, eyeing the guy before him with a bit of disgust and interest rolled into one.
“Anyways,” Jongwoon starts again as if Kyuhyun did not say anything. “You look like more of수재 to me.”
“SuJae?”Kyuhyun repeats. He doesn’t know if he’s gonna be insulted or amused by the fact that a stranger just called him a smartass.
“Yep,” Jongwoon answers confidently, and Kyuhyun starts his game again. “I would’ve called you두통, but it might be a stretch.”
Kyuhyun sits up straighter. “Did you just honestly call me a dutong? Me? A headache?”This guy didn’t just insult him twice in a row. “And what do you call yourself? A 구조 , gujo? You’re not quite the relief yourself, you know,” he derisively snorts.
Jongwoon laughs. “It was nice to banter with you, Kyuhyun-ssi,” he says before standing up. “Will, I see you here tomorrow?”
“You wish, small hands,” Kyuhyun shots back.
“It’s a date then.”
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PS:what in the actual. i do not even know why.