our little summer romance & love is fried pork on winter nights (drabbles)
These were written for a challenge I posted on my personal journal. Each drabble is inspired by lyrics by Taiwanese musician Yen-J. The lyrics and song title can be found before each drabble.
our little summer romance
daeguknamah, suhoon/hyunmin, g, 705w
Baby you can drive me crazy
But can also make me happy
No one else will do, I'll take only you
That’s why you’re my baby, my lady
Sometimes you don't make sense
That's alright, I've gotten used to it
This summer romance of ours
Is still as stimulating as ever
-- "Summer Romance"
The sun is baking Suhoon's brain through the thick cotton of his beanie. A black beanie was probably a poor choice for such a sweltering day, but he hadn't been about to leave without some kind of head covering. On this kind of blistering summer day his pale skin had the unfortunate tendency to fry to the color of a ripe strawberry. His brain may melt into goo, but at least his skin will be fine. Sometimes he wonders about his priorities. The giant sunglasses help, at least.
Why he's standing in the middle of an amusement park on a busy Saturday afternoon is the bigger question on his mind. How Injoon had managed to coax such a promise from Suhoon would forever be a mystery, though Suhoon can't deny the promise. Now Injoon is running for the biggest roller coaster like a ten year old boy with his arms flung wide and his hideous novelty hat bouncing on his head. The giant green antennas suit him; Suhoon had always assumed his friend had to be an alien.
Injoon tries four times to wave Suhoon over to join him, but doesn't look too put out when Suhoon refuses. The last and only roller coaster ride Suhoon had taken, exactly thirty minutes ago, had ended with him puking directly into Injoon's lap, which explains the god-awful yellow shorts the boy now wore as he joined the other people in line. Suhoon decides to stop standing in the direct sunlight like an idiot and heads for a shady lemonade stand.
"A large, please," he grumbles without looking at the cashier, slapping the cash down on the dirty stand. It's replaced quickly by a huge jug of beautifully chilled lemonade.
The hand that holds the drink, however, refuses to let go when Suhoon makes a pathetic attempt to snatch it away. "Not exactly dressed right, are ya?" an amused voice asks.
Suhoon squints up at the source of the voice, finding a grinning young man in an ugly straw hat staring right back. He leans on his forearms and continues to grip the drink, dangling it before Suhoon's hungry eyes. "You must be boiling." He gives Suhoon's black t-shirt and dark jeans a meaningful once-over.
A nod is all Suhoon can manage as he stares at that drink. The boy laughs out loud and finally hands the lemonade over. With a little too much excitement, Suhoon takes a long slurp standing right there in line.
"Would you mind moving out of the way?" the boy asks him, this time much closer. Suhoon practically jumps out of his skin to find the rude cashier standing directly beside him. "You're blocking the line."
Gaping like a goldfish, Suhoon mumbles an apology and shuffles away. To his horror, the cashier follows.
"What's your name?" the relentless boy asks.
Suhoon takes another long slurp and prays for Injoon's sudden return. The boy continues to follow as Suhoon hurries over to a shaded bench. "Suhoon," he answers with a defeated sigh as the boy sits when he does.
"Hyunmin," the boy replies with a confident smile. He leans back against the bench and closes his eyes against the bright sunlight. Suhoon slurps his drink loudly.
"Shouldn't you be, uh, working?" Suhoon asks, not to be rude but because he feels that conversation is necessary and he can't think of anything else to say.
One eye squints open at Suhoon. "I'm on break," Hyunmin yawns.
"Then shouldn't you be doing whatever it is you do on break?" At least he can blame sunstroke for that one.
The boy named Hyunmin just laughs, loud and happy, and continues smiling at Suhoon. "You're kind of weird," he points out with obvious delight.
Suhoon blinks and shrugs. "You're pretty weird, too, following a stranger around during your break."
Hyunmin looks utterly baffled. "You're not a stranger, though."
Not even with a non-steamed brain does Suhoon think he'd understand that. "I'm not?"
"Of course not!" Hyunmin laughs, reaching across suddenly to move a strand of Suhoon's dark hair from his eyes. "You're my date."
Whether from the words, Hyunmin's touch, or from the heat, Suhoon's vision goes black and half of an ice-cold lemonade lands in his lap.
love is fried pork on winter nights
xing/dgna, gwangchul/injoon, g, 472w
I am dead set on loving you
With you, I don't care about anyone else
"What is love?" You ask me
I think I got it!
It's going to eat curry with you; That's how I'll answer
I am dead set on loving you
With you, I don't care about anyone else
"What is love?"
Again, I think I got it!
It's being with you, waiting, sitting, lying, and embracing at home
-- "Love is Curry"
"Samgyeopsal*," Injoon says, grinning in Gwangchul's doorway. "Now."
Gwangchul grabs his coat and flies out the door because Injoon is not the complicated kind of guy to speak in code; when he arrives at your door at four in the morning demanding fried pork, fried pork really is all he wants. That is one of the many disappointments Gwangchul has had to face during their relationship. With not a little bitterness Gwangchul can't help but wonder why the first thing his boyfriend does upon returning from Japan for the first in months is demand pork.
As they quickly descend the stairs from Gwangchul's apartment, Injoon sides his arm around Gwangchul's, and it helps a little.
Five minutes later, breath puffing over his thick scarf and hands full of the steaming food, Injoon smiles. "Thanks," he chuckles through bites.
Gwangchul reluctantly hands his own portion to Injoon and receives a child-like squeal in return. He shoves his freezing hands into his coat pockets and stares at his feet. The road beneath their shoes is cold and damp. The forecast calls for snow sometime this week.
"A-Are you guys going to be busy the entire time you're back?" he asks as Injoon eats.
Injoon cocks his head and chews. "Of course. We have lots of activities coming up since we've been gone so long."
The words gone so long make Gwangchul's jaw tighten. "Ah, so no free time at all, right?"
"Nope, none." Injoon dumps their trash and wipes his hands messily on his coat. "I'll walk you home!" he chirps and winds his arm around Gwangchul's again. Nodding quietly, Gwangchul lets himself be led away from the food stand.
Sometimes Gwangchul doesn't know what being in love with someone like Injoon means. Sporadic texts and monthly minute-long phone calls are all he can expect when they're in the same country; when Injoon goes abroad, he's lucky to get a half-hearted tweet back. Being together equates to being in touch at Injoon's convenience. Gwangchul knows better than anyone the kind of life Injoon leads, the demands it places on him, the sacrifices he has to make, but even the most rational of logic can't ease the loneliness.
But when he steals a glance at Injoon's face, grinning like walking along the street together is the best thing to happen to him in years and babbling away about a stupid joke Hyunmin made on the plane back, Gwangchul feels the bitterness vanish. Injoon's hand slides into Gwangchul's coat pocket and their fingers link together. A small smile creeps onto his face, but he hides it beneath his scarf.
When they reach Gwangchul's door, Injoon frowns at it and his fingers tighten around Gwangchul's. "I'm really glad you're back," Gwangchul says, pulling Injoon into a tight hug.
Injoon sighs and rests his head on Gwangchul's shoulder.
*For those that don't know, samgyeopsal is a fried pork dish which is one of the many ways into Lee Injoon's pants.
our little summer romance
daeguknamah, suhoon/hyunmin, g, 705w
Baby you can drive me crazy
But can also make me happy
No one else will do, I'll take only you
That’s why you’re my baby, my lady
Sometimes you don't make sense
That's alright, I've gotten used to it
This summer romance of ours
Is still as stimulating as ever
-- "Summer Romance"
The sun is baking Suhoon's brain through the thick cotton of his beanie. A black beanie was probably a poor choice for such a sweltering day, but he hadn't been about to leave without some kind of head covering. On this kind of blistering summer day his pale skin had the unfortunate tendency to fry to the color of a ripe strawberry. His brain may melt into goo, but at least his skin will be fine. Sometimes he wonders about his priorities. The giant sunglasses help, at least.
Why he's standing in the middle of an amusement park on a busy Saturday afternoon is the bigger question on his mind. How Injoon had managed to coax such a promise from Suhoon would forever be a mystery, though Suhoon can't deny the promise. Now Injoon is running for the biggest roller coaster like a ten year old boy with his arms flung wide and his hideous novelty hat bouncing on his head. The giant green antennas suit him; Suhoon had always assumed his friend had to be an alien.
Injoon tries four times to wave Suhoon over to join him, but doesn't look too put out when Suhoon refuses. The last and only roller coaster ride Suhoon had taken, exactly thirty minutes ago, had ended with him puking directly into Injoon's lap, which explains the god-awful yellow shorts the boy now wore as he joined the other people in line. Suhoon decides to stop standing in the direct sunlight like an idiot and heads for a shady lemonade stand.
"A large, please," he grumbles without looking at the cashier, slapping the cash down on the dirty stand. It's replaced quickly by a huge jug of beautifully chilled lemonade.
The hand that holds the drink, however, refuses to let go when Suhoon makes a pathetic attempt to snatch it away. "Not exactly dressed right, are ya?" an amused voice asks.
Suhoon squints up at the source of the voice, finding a grinning young man in an ugly straw hat staring right back. He leans on his forearms and continues to grip the drink, dangling it before Suhoon's hungry eyes. "You must be boiling." He gives Suhoon's black t-shirt and dark jeans a meaningful once-over.
A nod is all Suhoon can manage as he stares at that drink. The boy laughs out loud and finally hands the lemonade over. With a little too much excitement, Suhoon takes a long slurp standing right there in line.
"Would you mind moving out of the way?" the boy asks him, this time much closer. Suhoon practically jumps out of his skin to find the rude cashier standing directly beside him. "You're blocking the line."
Gaping like a goldfish, Suhoon mumbles an apology and shuffles away. To his horror, the cashier follows.
"What's your name?" the relentless boy asks.
Suhoon takes another long slurp and prays for Injoon's sudden return. The boy continues to follow as Suhoon hurries over to a shaded bench. "Suhoon," he answers with a defeated sigh as the boy sits when he does.
"Hyunmin," the boy replies with a confident smile. He leans back against the bench and closes his eyes against the bright sunlight. Suhoon slurps his drink loudly.
"Shouldn't you be, uh, working?" Suhoon asks, not to be rude but because he feels that conversation is necessary and he can't think of anything else to say.
One eye squints open at Suhoon. "I'm on break," Hyunmin yawns.
"Then shouldn't you be doing whatever it is you do on break?" At least he can blame sunstroke for that one.
The boy named Hyunmin just laughs, loud and happy, and continues smiling at Suhoon. "You're kind of weird," he points out with obvious delight.
Suhoon blinks and shrugs. "You're pretty weird, too, following a stranger around during your break."
Hyunmin looks utterly baffled. "You're not a stranger, though."
Not even with a non-steamed brain does Suhoon think he'd understand that. "I'm not?"
"Of course not!" Hyunmin laughs, reaching across suddenly to move a strand of Suhoon's dark hair from his eyes. "You're my date."
Whether from the words, Hyunmin's touch, or from the heat, Suhoon's vision goes black and half of an ice-cold lemonade lands in his lap.
love is fried pork on winter nights
xing/dgna, gwangchul/injoon, g, 472w
I am dead set on loving you
With you, I don't care about anyone else
"What is love?" You ask me
I think I got it!
It's going to eat curry with you; That's how I'll answer
I am dead set on loving you
With you, I don't care about anyone else
"What is love?"
Again, I think I got it!
It's being with you, waiting, sitting, lying, and embracing at home
-- "Love is Curry"
"Samgyeopsal*," Injoon says, grinning in Gwangchul's doorway. "Now."
Gwangchul grabs his coat and flies out the door because Injoon is not the complicated kind of guy to speak in code; when he arrives at your door at four in the morning demanding fried pork, fried pork really is all he wants. That is one of the many disappointments Gwangchul has had to face during their relationship. With not a little bitterness Gwangchul can't help but wonder why the first thing his boyfriend does upon returning from Japan for the first in months is demand pork.
As they quickly descend the stairs from Gwangchul's apartment, Injoon sides his arm around Gwangchul's, and it helps a little.
Five minutes later, breath puffing over his thick scarf and hands full of the steaming food, Injoon smiles. "Thanks," he chuckles through bites.
Gwangchul reluctantly hands his own portion to Injoon and receives a child-like squeal in return. He shoves his freezing hands into his coat pockets and stares at his feet. The road beneath their shoes is cold and damp. The forecast calls for snow sometime this week.
"A-Are you guys going to be busy the entire time you're back?" he asks as Injoon eats.
Injoon cocks his head and chews. "Of course. We have lots of activities coming up since we've been gone so long."
The words gone so long make Gwangchul's jaw tighten. "Ah, so no free time at all, right?"
"Nope, none." Injoon dumps their trash and wipes his hands messily on his coat. "I'll walk you home!" he chirps and winds his arm around Gwangchul's again. Nodding quietly, Gwangchul lets himself be led away from the food stand.
Sometimes Gwangchul doesn't know what being in love with someone like Injoon means. Sporadic texts and monthly minute-long phone calls are all he can expect when they're in the same country; when Injoon goes abroad, he's lucky to get a half-hearted tweet back. Being together equates to being in touch at Injoon's convenience. Gwangchul knows better than anyone the kind of life Injoon leads, the demands it places on him, the sacrifices he has to make, but even the most rational of logic can't ease the loneliness.
But when he steals a glance at Injoon's face, grinning like walking along the street together is the best thing to happen to him in years and babbling away about a stupid joke Hyunmin made on the plane back, Gwangchul feels the bitterness vanish. Injoon's hand slides into Gwangchul's coat pocket and their fingers link together. A small smile creeps onto his face, but he hides it beneath his scarf.
When they reach Gwangchul's door, Injoon frowns at it and his fingers tighten around Gwangchul's. "I'm really glad you're back," Gwangchul says, pulling Injoon into a tight hug.
Injoon sighs and rests his head on Gwangchul's shoulder.
*For those that don't know, samgyeopsal is a fried pork dish which is one of the many ways into Lee Injoon's pants.