[fic]
title: Dance
rating: G
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Yehsung/Hankyung
summary: Yehsung likes to watch him dance.
Yehsung likes to watch him dance.
He has never seen any man move so fluidly, so gracefully, as Hankyung does. It’s like an entirely different Hankyung when he dances, every move laced with confidence, surety. There is no awkwardness, no flushing cheeks or shy smiles, no mixed up words or nervous lips or fumbling fingers. There is just movement, pure and simple and beautiful movement.
It’s amazing to watch him dance. It’s just so graceful. He knows exactly what he’s doing, step step spin jump step bow. Perfect, easy, flowing.
And Yehsung wants to dance with him.
But he never likes dancing usually, he feels like a lumpy sack of potatoes when he’s next to Hankyung. He’ll never be as graceful or as at ease. Dancing comes naturally to Hankyung, he’s talented, but not Yehsung. It’s just something he has to do sometimes, not something he enjoys.
But when he watches the way Hankyung moves, a part of him just wants to dance with him.
You’re beautiful Yehsung tells him. Its cliché and sappy, and he knows it. He has never called another man beautiful before. But whenever he looks at that brilliant smile and that slim body, he knows it’s the perfect word for him.
His mixed up words and blushing cheeks are back again, and Hankyung shakes his head. No I’m not.
Yehsung smiles and kisses him, a press of lips that clearly says ‘don’t argue with me.’ It makes Hankyung blush again, and he smiles, laughing.
God, but Yehsung loves that man.
And now as Hankyung looks at him, that confidence fills his face again. He holds a hand out to Yehsung, smiles and says dance with me, and Yehsung takes his hand.
- end -
rating: G
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Yehsung/Hankyung
summary: Yehsung likes to watch him dance.
Yehsung likes to watch him dance.
He has never seen any man move so fluidly, so gracefully, as Hankyung does. It’s like an entirely different Hankyung when he dances, every move laced with confidence, surety. There is no awkwardness, no flushing cheeks or shy smiles, no mixed up words or nervous lips or fumbling fingers. There is just movement, pure and simple and beautiful movement.
It’s amazing to watch him dance. It’s just so graceful. He knows exactly what he’s doing, step step spin jump step bow. Perfect, easy, flowing.
And Yehsung wants to dance with him.
But he never likes dancing usually, he feels like a lumpy sack of potatoes when he’s next to Hankyung. He’ll never be as graceful or as at ease. Dancing comes naturally to Hankyung, he’s talented, but not Yehsung. It’s just something he has to do sometimes, not something he enjoys.
But when he watches the way Hankyung moves, a part of him just wants to dance with him.
You’re beautiful Yehsung tells him. Its cliché and sappy, and he knows it. He has never called another man beautiful before. But whenever he looks at that brilliant smile and that slim body, he knows it’s the perfect word for him.
His mixed up words and blushing cheeks are back again, and Hankyung shakes his head. No I’m not.
Yehsung smiles and kisses him, a press of lips that clearly says ‘don’t argue with me.’ It makes Hankyung blush again, and he smiles, laughing.
God, but Yehsung loves that man.
And now as Hankyung looks at him, that confidence fills his face again. He holds a hand out to Yehsung, smiles and says dance with me, and Yehsung takes his hand.
- end -