Not alone
NOT ALONE (hankyung/danson)
A/N: inspired by the recent Geng and danson cuteness in Japan. i think it was Danson that suggested they (he?) accompany geng for the rest of the turns <3
Dedicated to my lovely unnie Monica...forgive me for breaking apart hanhae?
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To be honest, Danson didn’t really know what to expect when he heard that Hankyung of Super Junior was joining them for the filming. He was glad and a little thrilled, because he had always wanted to meet this man who had somehow managed to create his own shining stage in the grueling Korean entertainment industry. Yet he couldn’t wonder if the man would be cocky and arrogant, thinking himself superior to people like them. After all not everyone jets across Asia on a daily basis to the squeals of fangirls wherever you arrive.
Danson catches a glimpse of him just before shooting starts, he was very nearly late and it did nothing for Danson’s opinion of him as a possible diva. But when they’re standing next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, he regrets thinking such thoughts, because even through the bright smile, Danson can see the tiredness in those eyes and in the tightness of the other’s jaw. He wondered how much sleep the other had gotten last night, if any.
He himself is an idol, he too has his image to preserve and strengthen. But he is allowed his flaws, his weaknesses. Though Hankyung too is an idol, there seems to be something else all together that the other faces. It was as if the dancer existed in a world where expectation was the enemy and failure to meet them death. He was the leader of a band in a foreign country, going where no one has ever dared tread before. Such weaknesses weren’t allowed, or at least Hankyung didn’t allow it himself.
There was a strange tug in his heart as he watches the other blanch and squeeze his eyes shut as the dipper plunges through the air only to be met with a wide smile and the sight of Hankyung comforting someone else. Unlike the girl beside him, Hankyung was not allowed the luxury of showing his fear. Only the tightly clenched fist showed the man’s fear of heights; that smile betrayed nothing. Danson was impressed, saddened, admiring, frustrated. This man before him should not have to bear such a weight on those narrow shoulders. Not alone.
Danson had never really been a fan of heights and the idea of going on this ride that had reduced a girl to hysterical tears, didn’t really thrill him. But sitting besides Hankyung as they went up slowly, feeling the gratitude and warmth that now mixed with the fear in the gentle dancer, Danson felt nothing but contentment in his suggestion to do this together. Not even when the people below were tiny specks and he swore he could reach out and touch the clouds.
Then they were dropping, fast and breathless and when he knew no cameras could see, Danson couldn’t help reach over and grasp the shaking hand in his tightly. He wanted to take the burden off this man’s shoulders, even if it was only till they finished falling.
A/N: inspired by the recent Geng and danson cuteness in Japan. i think it was Danson that suggested they (he?) accompany geng for the rest of the turns <3
Dedicated to my lovely unnie Monica...forgive me for breaking apart hanhae?
~
To be honest, Danson didn’t really know what to expect when he heard that Hankyung of Super Junior was joining them for the filming. He was glad and a little thrilled, because he had always wanted to meet this man who had somehow managed to create his own shining stage in the grueling Korean entertainment industry. Yet he couldn’t wonder if the man would be cocky and arrogant, thinking himself superior to people like them. After all not everyone jets across Asia on a daily basis to the squeals of fangirls wherever you arrive.
Danson catches a glimpse of him just before shooting starts, he was very nearly late and it did nothing for Danson’s opinion of him as a possible diva. But when they’re standing next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, he regrets thinking such thoughts, because even through the bright smile, Danson can see the tiredness in those eyes and in the tightness of the other’s jaw. He wondered how much sleep the other had gotten last night, if any.
He himself is an idol, he too has his image to preserve and strengthen. But he is allowed his flaws, his weaknesses. Though Hankyung too is an idol, there seems to be something else all together that the other faces. It was as if the dancer existed in a world where expectation was the enemy and failure to meet them death. He was the leader of a band in a foreign country, going where no one has ever dared tread before. Such weaknesses weren’t allowed, or at least Hankyung didn’t allow it himself.
There was a strange tug in his heart as he watches the other blanch and squeeze his eyes shut as the dipper plunges through the air only to be met with a wide smile and the sight of Hankyung comforting someone else. Unlike the girl beside him, Hankyung was not allowed the luxury of showing his fear. Only the tightly clenched fist showed the man’s fear of heights; that smile betrayed nothing. Danson was impressed, saddened, admiring, frustrated. This man before him should not have to bear such a weight on those narrow shoulders. Not alone.
Danson had never really been a fan of heights and the idea of going on this ride that had reduced a girl to hysterical tears, didn’t really thrill him. But sitting besides Hankyung as they went up slowly, feeling the gratitude and warmth that now mixed with the fear in the gentle dancer, Danson felt nothing but contentment in his suggestion to do this together. Not even when the people below were tiny specks and he swore he could reach out and touch the clouds.
Then they were dropping, fast and breathless and when he knew no cameras could see, Danson couldn’t help reach over and grasp the shaking hand in his tightly. He wanted to take the burden off this man’s shoulders, even if it was only till they finished falling.