Is this why everyone thinks I ship Blohyuk?
wobaozhewo: i want breaking barriers from blohyuk. i want the love that seems endless and quite
quiet
something that surpasses all boundaries
differences in similarities and similarities in differences
A/N: Unbeta-d because I can't stalk you and ask you to beta at the same time.
The dripping orange glow of the setting sun seeps into their apartment like a canister of overflowing paint.
Watching Hyukjae curled up against the mottled upholstery of their latest garage sale find, Daniel sometimes forgets about the life he used to lead.
Sometimes he forgets about the tightly woven bubble of ennui he had placed around himself, how waking up was an exercise in horror that could only be placated by ticking off the hours until he could sleep again. Sometimes he forgets about the days he had spent haunched over his laptop, several screens open in front of him as he highlighted and bookmarked other places to rent, different places to live. Sometimes, he forgets about the smashed crockery and broken glassware in his kitchen, and the pungent festering smell of unwashed laundry. He forgets about how greasy his hair has gotten and the oily sheen of sweat that has limed his skin. He forgets it all in favor of laying out on his side and scrolling through all the rental links he had bookmarked that have long since expired.
He remembers with clarity though, how the large cream colored envelope felt like a anchor in his hands, plunging through the pitiful remnants of his memories. He remembers staring at that careful drop of ink that formed the dot of the "i" in his name and how a small splash of tears had made the ink run. He remembers how on that blessed day, he had jammed the temperature setting in his shower to blistering, as though it could burn away the memories he had once treasured. He remembers struggling with the sleeves of his jacket, and the annoyed face he had made when he opened his door against the incessant knocking someone was making on the other side.
And he remembers Hyukjae, how the soft flesh of his curled fists were a beaten color of red from hammering at the door. He remembers how utterly devastating Hyukjae had looked dressed in a suit of soft colors for his wedding day. He remembers how Hyukjae had stumbled to get inside, and how he had automatically collapsed into the arms that Daniel had instinctively reached towards him.
He remembers Hyukjae's gasps for breath and his repeated words of "I can't…I couldn't…" sobbed into his neck, and he remembers how, when he cradled Hyukjae's face in his palms, he had kissed Hyukjae once in the corner of his wet eyes, once in the corner of his mouth and once, with finality, against his lips.
Hyukjae stirs, slowly blinking awake. "Sorry," he mumbles, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "didn't mean to fall asleep. I was waiting up for you but moving is more tiring than I thought."
"It's okay," Daniel says, leaning over to kiss him once in the corner of his eyes, once in the corner of his mouth. He whispers the words, "I'm home," against Hyukaje's lips before kissing him.
Hyukjae's eyes are soft when they part and he smiles as he tells Daniel, "Welcome home."
quiet
something that surpasses all boundaries
differences in similarities and similarities in differences
A/N: Unbeta-d because I can't stalk you and ask you to beta at the same time.
The dripping orange glow of the setting sun seeps into their apartment like a canister of overflowing paint.
Watching Hyukjae curled up against the mottled upholstery of their latest garage sale find, Daniel sometimes forgets about the life he used to lead.
Sometimes he forgets about the tightly woven bubble of ennui he had placed around himself, how waking up was an exercise in horror that could only be placated by ticking off the hours until he could sleep again. Sometimes he forgets about the days he had spent haunched over his laptop, several screens open in front of him as he highlighted and bookmarked other places to rent, different places to live. Sometimes, he forgets about the smashed crockery and broken glassware in his kitchen, and the pungent festering smell of unwashed laundry. He forgets about how greasy his hair has gotten and the oily sheen of sweat that has limed his skin. He forgets it all in favor of laying out on his side and scrolling through all the rental links he had bookmarked that have long since expired.
He remembers with clarity though, how the large cream colored envelope felt like a anchor in his hands, plunging through the pitiful remnants of his memories. He remembers staring at that careful drop of ink that formed the dot of the "i" in his name and how a small splash of tears had made the ink run. He remembers how on that blessed day, he had jammed the temperature setting in his shower to blistering, as though it could burn away the memories he had once treasured. He remembers struggling with the sleeves of his jacket, and the annoyed face he had made when he opened his door against the incessant knocking someone was making on the other side.
And he remembers Hyukjae, how the soft flesh of his curled fists were a beaten color of red from hammering at the door. He remembers how utterly devastating Hyukjae had looked dressed in a suit of soft colors for his wedding day. He remembers how Hyukjae had stumbled to get inside, and how he had automatically collapsed into the arms that Daniel had instinctively reached towards him.
He remembers Hyukjae's gasps for breath and his repeated words of "I can't…I couldn't…" sobbed into his neck, and he remembers how, when he cradled Hyukjae's face in his palms, he had kissed Hyukjae once in the corner of his wet eyes, once in the corner of his mouth and once, with finality, against his lips.
Hyukjae stirs, slowly blinking awake. "Sorry," he mumbles, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "didn't mean to fall asleep. I was waiting up for you but moving is more tiring than I thought."
"It's okay," Daniel says, leaning over to kiss him once in the corner of his eyes, once in the corner of his mouth. He whispers the words, "I'm home," against Hyukaje's lips before kissing him.
Hyukjae's eyes are soft when they part and he smiles as he tells Daniel, "Welcome home."