[drabble] Sometimes
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Title: Sometimes
Author: puchu_pucha
Pairing: HanChul
Genre: Fluffy
Length: drabble
Disclaimer: Their ways and my way are paralled
Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night just to face his cat-liked eyes staring at you. You frown in confusion, waiting for him to speak. He does nothing but snuggle up to your body, breathing softly against your chest.
Sometimes he fights with the stylists, insisting on doing the make-up for you. He carefully puts the face powder on, happily fixing your hair. Once finishing his job, he never forgets to send you a threatening glare (?)
Sometimes he stands in front of the mirror, grumbling something about getting older and fatter. He is rarely content with his look. After a while of watching himself from the mirror, he goes for the conclusion that everybody is lying to him when they say he is handsome.
Sometimes he wakes you up at 2 am, demanding you to cook fried rice and buying chocolate for him, groaning out about how dark the room is, how cold the bed is, how hungry he is and how much he craves for soju.
Sometimes you catch him sitting quietly beside the window, head resting on the pane. His look is distant. His hands loosely circle around his waist. His figure reminds you of a sole flower on the field in a windy day. Something you want to but dare not touch.
Sometimes you notice the sadness in his eyes, his confusion and his vulnerability. You can see the track of tears on his face, the slightly red nose, the way he snuffles secretly. He smiles, but the brighter his smile is, the darker his eyes are.
Sometimes you kiss his forehead and wrap your arms around him.
Sometimes you promise that even when a dozen of beautiful girls surrounding you, you still do not send a glimpse.
Sometimes you violently pull him back to the bed, demanding him to look at you because his beauty only can be judged according to your eyes.
Sometimes you turn on the light, holding him tight and rolling around the bed. Then you stand up, carrying him all the way to the kitchen, cooking him rice and kissing him to make up for the lack of chocolate and soju.
Sometimes you approach the window, facing him, softly singing a song while taking his hands onto yours.
Sometimes you move a little more, hugging him, patting on the back. You place your nose in the crook of his neck, slowly inhaling, slowly comforting.
Sometimes is sometimes
Sometimes life isn’t fair.
Because…
Sometimes you offer him care.
Sometimes you just can’t be there.
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Title: Sometimes
Author: puchu_pucha
Pairing: HanChul
Genre: Fluffy
Length: drabble
Disclaimer: Their ways and my way are paralled
Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night just to face his cat-liked eyes staring at you. You frown in confusion, waiting for him to speak. He does nothing but snuggle up to your body, breathing softly against your chest.
Sometimes he fights with the stylists, insisting on doing the make-up for you. He carefully puts the face powder on, happily fixing your hair. Once finishing his job, he never forgets to send you a threatening glare (?)
Sometimes he stands in front of the mirror, grumbling something about getting older and fatter. He is rarely content with his look. After a while of watching himself from the mirror, he goes for the conclusion that everybody is lying to him when they say he is handsome.
Sometimes he wakes you up at 2 am, demanding you to cook fried rice and buying chocolate for him, groaning out about how dark the room is, how cold the bed is, how hungry he is and how much he craves for soju.
Sometimes you catch him sitting quietly beside the window, head resting on the pane. His look is distant. His hands loosely circle around his waist. His figure reminds you of a sole flower on the field in a windy day. Something you want to but dare not touch.
Sometimes you notice the sadness in his eyes, his confusion and his vulnerability. You can see the track of tears on his face, the slightly red nose, the way he snuffles secretly. He smiles, but the brighter his smile is, the darker his eyes are.
Sometimes you kiss his forehead and wrap your arms around him.
Sometimes you promise that even when a dozen of beautiful girls surrounding you, you still do not send a glimpse.
Sometimes you violently pull him back to the bed, demanding him to look at you because his beauty only can be judged according to your eyes.
Sometimes you turn on the light, holding him tight and rolling around the bed. Then you stand up, carrying him all the way to the kitchen, cooking him rice and kissing him to make up for the lack of chocolate and soju.
Sometimes you approach the window, facing him, softly singing a song while taking his hands onto yours.
Sometimes you move a little more, hugging him, patting on the back. You place your nose in the crook of his neck, slowly inhaling, slowly comforting.
Sometimes is sometimes
Sometimes life isn’t fair.
Because…
Sometimes you offer him care.
Sometimes you just can’t be there.