Pearl and Tiny
PEARL AND TINY;; PG
It doesn't really make sense that the agencies screwed it up and reserved them one room together alone and away from their managers and from the rest of the cast and crew, but it happened, and it's happening. Someone mentions an apology in their direction as the bellman takes them down the hall, something about it getting fixed in the morning, and Wooyhun's manager gives him a look of grief and disdain, please no hanky panky and all that, but somehow Woohyun gets the idea no one has to worry about that.
She's sprawled there on the only one bed, eyes wide and unfocused at the ceiling, arms lifeless at her sides. Woohyun offers her a pistachio from his bowl, one that that he's already taken the time to chuck the shell off of with his palm open, almost hopeful, but she shakes her head softly, sort of fragile and defiant all at the same time.
"It's because the Japanese probably thought my name was a feminine name. It kind of has that ring to it if you think about it..."
She doesn't reply back because the stucco on the ceiling is apparently more riveting and she starts to purse her lips upwards, like someone who forgot how to cry but desires nothing more than to.
"I can sleep on the floor if you want me to. Or in the bathtub. I don't care, whatever's more comfortable for you." he says this formally and awkwardly, tossing a pistachio back in his mouth and almost coughing when it meets his wisdom teeth.
"No, you can sleep with me," she says and she snaps out of her reverie, barely moving her head to make eye contact with Woohyun. "Come here."
The sun is still out and shining from behind the curtains and Woohyun recalls it being something like 3 p.m. in the afternoon but Hyomin has a finger out beckoning for him to lay besides her and he obeys like a good mannered dongsaeng, fumbling to sit on the bed and then arch his back down, inching himself lower because their heights are uneven. He stops when he gets to where her head and mass of sprawled hair on, ignoring the fact that his feet are dangling at the end of the bed. Hyomin sighs and then curls up on to Woohyun, moving closer and placing her head on his chest, warm and sanctimonious, even wrapping a tiny foot around his knee bringing their no gap in between. This is weird, really weird, especially since they hadn't really talked for the duration of this whole traveling promotional trip and they definitely never cuddled like this before, but Woohyun decides to go with it because going for rejection at this point would've just been cruel in more than one aspect. He thinks about wrapping an arm around her and being manly about it, but his brain stops functioning halfway though and it ends up being a hover hand around her right shoulder.
"Do you think I'm an awful human being just like everybody else does?" she asks, fingers combing sadly through his hair without permission. Woohyun looks at her, the way her eyes waver with loss, the curve of her lips in such an angle and he can't remember the last time he saw anything so simple yet extraordinary.
Woohyun finds it ridiculous that she even has to ask.
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kind of short but i love them together after ttm ;~;
It doesn't really make sense that the agencies screwed it up and reserved them one room together alone and away from their managers and from the rest of the cast and crew, but it happened, and it's happening. Someone mentions an apology in their direction as the bellman takes them down the hall, something about it getting fixed in the morning, and Wooyhun's manager gives him a look of grief and disdain, please no hanky panky and all that, but somehow Woohyun gets the idea no one has to worry about that.
She's sprawled there on the only one bed, eyes wide and unfocused at the ceiling, arms lifeless at her sides. Woohyun offers her a pistachio from his bowl, one that that he's already taken the time to chuck the shell off of with his palm open, almost hopeful, but she shakes her head softly, sort of fragile and defiant all at the same time.
"It's because the Japanese probably thought my name was a feminine name. It kind of has that ring to it if you think about it..."
She doesn't reply back because the stucco on the ceiling is apparently more riveting and she starts to purse her lips upwards, like someone who forgot how to cry but desires nothing more than to.
"I can sleep on the floor if you want me to. Or in the bathtub. I don't care, whatever's more comfortable for you." he says this formally and awkwardly, tossing a pistachio back in his mouth and almost coughing when it meets his wisdom teeth.
"No, you can sleep with me," she says and she snaps out of her reverie, barely moving her head to make eye contact with Woohyun. "Come here."
The sun is still out and shining from behind the curtains and Woohyun recalls it being something like 3 p.m. in the afternoon but Hyomin has a finger out beckoning for him to lay besides her and he obeys like a good mannered dongsaeng, fumbling to sit on the bed and then arch his back down, inching himself lower because their heights are uneven. He stops when he gets to where her head and mass of sprawled hair on, ignoring the fact that his feet are dangling at the end of the bed. Hyomin sighs and then curls up on to Woohyun, moving closer and placing her head on his chest, warm and sanctimonious, even wrapping a tiny foot around his knee bringing their no gap in between. This is weird, really weird, especially since they hadn't really talked for the duration of this whole traveling promotional trip and they definitely never cuddled like this before, but Woohyun decides to go with it because going for rejection at this point would've just been cruel in more than one aspect. He thinks about wrapping an arm around her and being manly about it, but his brain stops functioning halfway though and it ends up being a hover hand around her right shoulder.
"Do you think I'm an awful human being just like everybody else does?" she asks, fingers combing sadly through his hair without permission. Woohyun looks at her, the way her eyes waver with loss, the curve of her lips in such an angle and he can't remember the last time he saw anything so simple yet extraordinary.
Woohyun finds it ridiculous that she even has to ask.
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kind of short but i love them together after ttm ;~;