#13
Love doesn’t always have to be hard.
Seung-ri stretches his arm across the table, his fingers running across scattered papers and crumbs, detouring around a crumpled can of something sweet and fuzzy to pause at a half full bag of crisps, hesitating. A little jump across, and then his fingers are dancing over records and pens before there’s a full stop at a curtain of blond hair.
He giggles, only to himself.
Then he charges -and pokes the other boy straight in the chest. The reaction is instant and Ji-yong jumps, his body kick starting - for a moment it looks like he’s going to fall off of his chair. He flails, catches his balance, and glares.
“Yah!”
Seung-ri leans over and touches his fingers to Ji-yong’s heart.
“…Ji-yong,” he whispers, smiling softly at the other boy and his sleepysleepy eyes.
Ji-yong lifts his heavy eyes and blinks at him, slowly, sullenly. Something smells good.
“Seung-ri,” he mumbles, yawning so big and so rudely, Seung-ri can almost see the rest of the crisps.
“Hi.” The younger boy quickly puts a hot, steaming bowl of ramen in front his hyung and pushes a pair of metal chopsticks into his hand, squeezing gently around his fingers.
“Fighting, fighting, Ji-yong,” he says.
Because love doesn’t always have to be so hard. Sometime love is simple.
Sometimes love is just noodles with a smile.
(^_^)
*~End~*
Let's make fandom a happy place!
Seung-ri stretches his arm across the table, his fingers running across scattered papers and crumbs, detouring around a crumpled can of something sweet and fuzzy to pause at a half full bag of crisps, hesitating. A little jump across, and then his fingers are dancing over records and pens before there’s a full stop at a curtain of blond hair.
He giggles, only to himself.
Then he charges -and pokes the other boy straight in the chest. The reaction is instant and Ji-yong jumps, his body kick starting - for a moment it looks like he’s going to fall off of his chair. He flails, catches his balance, and glares.
“Yah!”
Seung-ri leans over and touches his fingers to Ji-yong’s heart.
“…Ji-yong,” he whispers, smiling softly at the other boy and his sleepysleepy eyes.
Ji-yong lifts his heavy eyes and blinks at him, slowly, sullenly. Something smells good.
“Seung-ri,” he mumbles, yawning so big and so rudely, Seung-ri can almost see the rest of the crisps.
“Hi.” The younger boy quickly puts a hot, steaming bowl of ramen in front his hyung and pushes a pair of metal chopsticks into his hand, squeezing gently around his fingers.
“Fighting, fighting, Ji-yong,” he says.
Because love doesn’t always have to be so hard. Sometime love is simple.
Sometimes love is just noodles with a smile.
(^_^)
*~End~*
Let's make fandom a happy place!