Morning, sunshine
Title: Morning, sunshine
Pairing: Yesung/Sungmin
Rating: G - PG13
Genre: Angst
Summary: In spring, Sungmin gave all that away...
A/N: It was inevitable that I would write Yesung/Sungmin next, I've been reading so many Yemin smut after all x'D. I might as well just write all 12 members/Sungmin... I just might...
This one was a quick-write.
Morning, sunshine
Sungmin liked waking up to the rain. Before anything-or anyone-Sungmin liked waking up to millions of hard liquids, hitting his window and splattering into miserable droplets. The incomprehensible music the rain made was always the first to creep into his mind and numb his heart for the rest of the day. That was how Sungmin liked to be woken up.
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In spring, Sungmin gave all that away to wake up early to Yesung’s tender whispers into his left ear. The new music in his heart and mind the whole spring was ornate with “I love you”, “I need you”, and the ringing notes from every time Yesung serenaded him.
“Wake up, sunshine.” Yesung used to greet him that way each morning-a greeting that brought more sunshine than the sun itself. Then, always after, lips like cool, crashing waves would touch his forehead with the tenderness and passion unlike anyone else’s.
Summer came, and Yesung’s embraces gave more heat than the summer’s sun. Sungmin woke up to the warmth pouring in from outside his window, to the warm breathing on his neck, to the rhythmic beatings of the heart next to his, and to Yesung’s burning hands on his body.
During those times, Yesung’s groggy “’Morning, sunshine.” brought more than enough sweet music to Sungmin’s summer.
“Morning, sunshine” came earlier on the mornings of autumn. Yesung woke up earlier and earlier each morning, leaving lingering heat next to Sungmin. The heat left Yesung’s hands and Sungmin’s heart, the same way the leaves on the tree outside the window disappeared with the passing days. The only music those days for Sungmin was the beatings of Yesung’s heart against his back-beatings that turned cold and hollow-and Sungmin hated music for the first time.
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It was hard, getting used to the once-again-empty-space next to him on the bed, but Sungmin learned to adjust. Now, he wakes up to no whisper, no greeting, no heat. Rain comes again, knocking at his window, splattering violently against the glass surface and breaking into droplets. His relationship was like that. It was one that could, but did not last, one too that crashed against its own glass window too violently, too suddenly.
So Sungmin likes waking up to the sound of rain again. The hard, cold sound he gave up in spring becomes Sungmin's only music for years to come. It is the only sound noisy enough to block out the sound of his heart breaking. It is the only sound that can convince him to move on.
Because when there is rain, the sun does not shine.
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Pairing: Yesung/Sungmin
Rating: G - PG13
Genre: Angst
Summary: In spring, Sungmin gave all that away...
A/N: It was inevitable that I would write Yesung/Sungmin next, I've been reading so many Yemin smut after all x'D. I might as well just write all 12 members/Sungmin... I just might...
This one was a quick-write.
Morning, sunshine
Sungmin liked waking up to the rain. Before anything-or anyone-Sungmin liked waking up to millions of hard liquids, hitting his window and splattering into miserable droplets. The incomprehensible music the rain made was always the first to creep into his mind and numb his heart for the rest of the day. That was how Sungmin liked to be woken up.
-
In spring, Sungmin gave all that away to wake up early to Yesung’s tender whispers into his left ear. The new music in his heart and mind the whole spring was ornate with “I love you”, “I need you”, and the ringing notes from every time Yesung serenaded him.
“Wake up, sunshine.” Yesung used to greet him that way each morning-a greeting that brought more sunshine than the sun itself. Then, always after, lips like cool, crashing waves would touch his forehead with the tenderness and passion unlike anyone else’s.
Summer came, and Yesung’s embraces gave more heat than the summer’s sun. Sungmin woke up to the warmth pouring in from outside his window, to the warm breathing on his neck, to the rhythmic beatings of the heart next to his, and to Yesung’s burning hands on his body.
During those times, Yesung’s groggy “’Morning, sunshine.” brought more than enough sweet music to Sungmin’s summer.
“Morning, sunshine” came earlier on the mornings of autumn. Yesung woke up earlier and earlier each morning, leaving lingering heat next to Sungmin. The heat left Yesung’s hands and Sungmin’s heart, the same way the leaves on the tree outside the window disappeared with the passing days. The only music those days for Sungmin was the beatings of Yesung’s heart against his back-beatings that turned cold and hollow-and Sungmin hated music for the first time.
-
It was hard, getting used to the once-again-empty-space next to him on the bed, but Sungmin learned to adjust. Now, he wakes up to no whisper, no greeting, no heat. Rain comes again, knocking at his window, splattering violently against the glass surface and breaking into droplets. His relationship was like that. It was one that could, but did not last, one too that crashed against its own glass window too violently, too suddenly.
So Sungmin likes waking up to the sound of rain again. The hard, cold sound he gave up in spring becomes Sungmin's only music for years to come. It is the only sound noisy enough to block out the sound of his heart breaking. It is the only sound that can convince him to move on.
Because when there is rain, the sun does not shine.
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