Reach
Pairing: Heechul/Sungmin
Rating: PG
Summary: It took some time to notice the signs between them. Usually no one noticed at all.
Word count: 512
A/N: This…I like this. I was basically writing whatever suddenly popped into my head, and suddenly I had a theme after about 100 words so I rolled with it. And this is what it amounted to, 500+ words :D It's not expertly done, of course. 100 Suju fic challenge, #8 Locket.
Reach;
No one would knew they were together, not just by looking at them. Not at first sight. It would always take a few extra minutes for someone to notice the way Heechul seemed to hover around Sungmin, never in an obvious way. It would take a could extra seconds to notice the locket Sungmin wore around his neck. Usually no one noticed it at all.
They were almost too beautiful to be 'together'. Both men possessed their own brands of attractiveness that clung to ideals of being feminine, but maintaining some sort of masculine quality most people could never understand. They worked, but they didn't work. And this is precisely why they worked.
It wasn't like they needed a white picket fence anyway. No 2.5 kids, no golden retriever. Maybe just one chance at adopting-one good little girl or one bouncy little boy, that's all-a medium-sized apartment, and a couple cats. Life could be good just like that. No, life could be great just like that. And Heechul doesn't like thoughts of being domestic; this would be as close as he would ever allow himself to get. Domesticity has bounced off of his skin and flown away since day one. Day one of his life.
Heechul liked to paint, so when Sungmin wasn't looking, he went ahead and painted the locket. Didn't ask, just did it. If the locket had been purchased by anyone besides Heechul-Sungmin's mother, little brother, his aunt, his favorite cousin-Sungmin would have been furious. He might've thrown a fit in front of Heechul, a polite one at best, Sungmin was good at that.
When he found his locket again, after hours of searching under their bed and refrigerator and couch, it was dangling off of Heechul's easel as the older man started up a new masterpiece. Sungmin merely kissed the back of Heechul's neck and wrapped his arms around him, taking the locket and holding it close to Heechul's heart before slipping it back around his own neck. He didn't mind one bit.
"You know, Sungmin-ah," Heechul said one night, laying across the couch as they watched boring late night shows and kissed during the even more stagnant moments and commercials. "We're perfect, when you think about it."
Sungmin laughed. "Hyung, we can never be perfect." And the sound of it cracks both their hearts, the truth in it, and the fear of never reaching the highest place they wish to grasp between both their sets of pretty fingers.
Heechul sat up straight.
In the past, it'd been easier to figure out who was more masculine than the other in his relationships. It would always be difficult with Sungmin, but sometimes Heechul figured that he'd be the best option for the 'man' as weird as others might think it. But to hell with them.
"We're pretty fucking close," Heechul countered, his arm tightening around Sungmin's shoulders.
For the next three commercials, they sat back, held hands, and imagined a good little girl sitting between them, or a bouncy little boy running back and forth with his plastic trucks.
//…
HeeMin, MinChul? ChulMin? MinHee? lol Idek what to call this pairing, but I like them~
Rating: PG
Summary: It took some time to notice the signs between them. Usually no one noticed at all.
Word count: 512
A/N: This…I like this. I was basically writing whatever suddenly popped into my head, and suddenly I had a theme after about 100 words so I rolled with it. And this is what it amounted to, 500+ words :D It's not expertly done, of course. 100 Suju fic challenge, #8 Locket.
Reach;
No one would knew they were together, not just by looking at them. Not at first sight. It would always take a few extra minutes for someone to notice the way Heechul seemed to hover around Sungmin, never in an obvious way. It would take a could extra seconds to notice the locket Sungmin wore around his neck. Usually no one noticed it at all.
They were almost too beautiful to be 'together'. Both men possessed their own brands of attractiveness that clung to ideals of being feminine, but maintaining some sort of masculine quality most people could never understand. They worked, but they didn't work. And this is precisely why they worked.
It wasn't like they needed a white picket fence anyway. No 2.5 kids, no golden retriever. Maybe just one chance at adopting-one good little girl or one bouncy little boy, that's all-a medium-sized apartment, and a couple cats. Life could be good just like that. No, life could be great just like that. And Heechul doesn't like thoughts of being domestic; this would be as close as he would ever allow himself to get. Domesticity has bounced off of his skin and flown away since day one. Day one of his life.
Heechul liked to paint, so when Sungmin wasn't looking, he went ahead and painted the locket. Didn't ask, just did it. If the locket had been purchased by anyone besides Heechul-Sungmin's mother, little brother, his aunt, his favorite cousin-Sungmin would have been furious. He might've thrown a fit in front of Heechul, a polite one at best, Sungmin was good at that.
When he found his locket again, after hours of searching under their bed and refrigerator and couch, it was dangling off of Heechul's easel as the older man started up a new masterpiece. Sungmin merely kissed the back of Heechul's neck and wrapped his arms around him, taking the locket and holding it close to Heechul's heart before slipping it back around his own neck. He didn't mind one bit.
"You know, Sungmin-ah," Heechul said one night, laying across the couch as they watched boring late night shows and kissed during the even more stagnant moments and commercials. "We're perfect, when you think about it."
Sungmin laughed. "Hyung, we can never be perfect." And the sound of it cracks both their hearts, the truth in it, and the fear of never reaching the highest place they wish to grasp between both their sets of pretty fingers.
Heechul sat up straight.
In the past, it'd been easier to figure out who was more masculine than the other in his relationships. It would always be difficult with Sungmin, but sometimes Heechul figured that he'd be the best option for the 'man' as weird as others might think it. But to hell with them.
"We're pretty fucking close," Heechul countered, his arm tightening around Sungmin's shoulders.
For the next three commercials, they sat back, held hands, and imagined a good little girl sitting between them, or a bouncy little boy running back and forth with his plastic trucks.
//…
HeeMin, MinChul? ChulMin? MinHee? lol Idek what to call this pairing, but I like them~