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The sound of steel against steel reverberated about the space, punctuated by the occasional sounds of victory and frustration. People milled about, a mix of nervous tension and easy camaraderie. Hakyeon stood amidst this, phone in one hand, his other fist unconsciously clenched as his eyes tracked the activity on the piste. The taller had near a head of height over the other, but at first glance, the match seemed almost even. A flurry of blades--attack, remise, parry, parry, parry, riposte--the beep as the hit was registered. Hakyeon's small fist pump of satisfaction was mirrored by the fencer. Even though his face was obscured by the mask, Hakyeon could still see the flash in his eyes of a point well won. But satisfaction was dangerous, especially this close to the end. Hakyeon watched as he settled into en garde, gathering a cloak of careful alertness about him. His opponent, unfazed by the point differential, did the same. Hakyeon, finally noticing his clenched fist just as the referee called out "allez", relaxed it and took a deep breath. He wasn't even the one fencing, and he was probably more nervous.
A quick exchange, the each testing and teasing the other, daring them to draw into the trap. Lunge, retreat, feint; it was beautiful, this dance of back and forth, give and take. Hakyeon missed it, missed that barely avoided attack, skimming off target against his leg, missed the focussed consideration, the rapid calculation that became instinct--an opening, or a trap?--to false attack, to wait, to push?
Or:
Hakyeon let out a barely contained cry of glee, as Taekwoon launched forward in a fleche, and it was over.
Hakyeon bounced impatiently as Taekwoon removed his mask, shaking free his hair--god, it was unfair how beautiful he was--shook hands with his opponent, confirmed the score, and Taekwoon had barely stepped off the piste before he was swept into a hug.
"You did it, that was beautiful, how come you're so beautiful you should look sweaty and gross I'm so proud of you!" This was delivered in a mix of a whine and excitement, and even more so when it was a good ten seconds before Taekwoon shook him off.
"You're one to talk," Taekwoon said.
There was a hint of a smile on his usual competition line face, and Hakyeon really wanted to kiss him right now.
"Huh? What? But you're into the finals!"
“You…sweaty and…you’re never…never mind…” Taekwoon’s words trailed off into a mumble as a pink flush took over his cheeks that had nothing to do with exertion.
Hakyeon laughed. “You’re so adorable,” Hakyeon cooed-possibly not the smartest thing to do since Taekwoon still had his foil in hand, but Hakyeon hadn’t grown up fencing with Taekwoon for nothing, and he easily dodged Taekwoon’s mock jab at his foot.
Taekwoon’s response was to stalk off to where his bags were, leaving Hakyeon to hurry to catch up with his long strides.
“Don’t ignore me,” Hakyeon said, draping an arm over Taekwoon’s shoulder.
“You’re annoying,” Taekwoon shot back immediately. “That guy. He was good."
“Hmm? Minseok?” Hakyeon asked. “Yeah, he is, isn’t he."
“…Why do you sound so happy about that."
Hakyeon laughed, pinching Taekwoon’s cheek, then getting as far away as possible before Taekwoon had a chance to elbow him in the chest.
“The better your opponent, the better you fence,” Hakyeon said, from a safe distance away. Taekwoon glared at him ineffectually; Hakyeon knew-even if others didn’t-that it was all for show.
Taekwoon huffed, joining Hakyeon at their pile of stuff. Hakyeon tossed Taekwoon a juice pack, and took his mask and foil from him in turn.
“I’ve never fenced him before,” Taekwoon said, after a moment. “That’s strange."
“That’s because he’s not a foilist,” Hakyeon said. He returned Taekwoon’s blank stare. “What?"
“He’s not?” Taekwoon asked. His eyes had narrowed in confusion.
Hakyeon laughed, unable to hold it back. “Nope. Saber.
(leo didn’t go to the us for a fencing team bc he wanted to a) stay w hakyeon b ) family
hakyeon feels bad about this bc he feels like it’s part of his fault but leo is like wtf stop being so self centered
and then sappy stuff????
rest of vixx is around
hyuk is still fencing)
A quick exchange, the each testing and teasing the other, daring them to draw into the trap. Lunge, retreat, feint; it was beautiful, this dance of back and forth, give and take. Hakyeon missed it, missed that barely avoided attack, skimming off target against his leg, missed the focussed consideration, the rapid calculation that became instinct--an opening, or a trap?--to false attack, to wait, to push?
Or:
Hakyeon let out a barely contained cry of glee, as Taekwoon launched forward in a fleche, and it was over.
Hakyeon bounced impatiently as Taekwoon removed his mask, shaking free his hair--god, it was unfair how beautiful he was--shook hands with his opponent, confirmed the score, and Taekwoon had barely stepped off the piste before he was swept into a hug.
"You did it, that was beautiful, how come you're so beautiful you should look sweaty and gross I'm so proud of you!" This was delivered in a mix of a whine and excitement, and even more so when it was a good ten seconds before Taekwoon shook him off.
"You're one to talk," Taekwoon said.
There was a hint of a smile on his usual competition line face, and Hakyeon really wanted to kiss him right now.
"Huh? What? But you're into the finals!"
“You…sweaty and…you’re never…never mind…” Taekwoon’s words trailed off into a mumble as a pink flush took over his cheeks that had nothing to do with exertion.
Hakyeon laughed. “You’re so adorable,” Hakyeon cooed-possibly not the smartest thing to do since Taekwoon still had his foil in hand, but Hakyeon hadn’t grown up fencing with Taekwoon for nothing, and he easily dodged Taekwoon’s mock jab at his foot.
Taekwoon’s response was to stalk off to where his bags were, leaving Hakyeon to hurry to catch up with his long strides.
“Don’t ignore me,” Hakyeon said, draping an arm over Taekwoon’s shoulder.
“You’re annoying,” Taekwoon shot back immediately. “That guy. He was good."
“Hmm? Minseok?” Hakyeon asked. “Yeah, he is, isn’t he."
“…Why do you sound so happy about that."
Hakyeon laughed, pinching Taekwoon’s cheek, then getting as far away as possible before Taekwoon had a chance to elbow him in the chest.
“The better your opponent, the better you fence,” Hakyeon said, from a safe distance away. Taekwoon glared at him ineffectually; Hakyeon knew-even if others didn’t-that it was all for show.
Taekwoon huffed, joining Hakyeon at their pile of stuff. Hakyeon tossed Taekwoon a juice pack, and took his mask and foil from him in turn.
“I’ve never fenced him before,” Taekwoon said, after a moment. “That’s strange."
“That’s because he’s not a foilist,” Hakyeon said. He returned Taekwoon’s blank stare. “What?"
“He’s not?” Taekwoon asked. His eyes had narrowed in confusion.
Hakyeon laughed, unable to hold it back. “Nope. Saber.
(leo didn’t go to the us for a fencing team bc he wanted to a) stay w hakyeon b ) family
hakyeon feels bad about this bc he feels like it’s part of his fault but leo is like wtf stop being so self centered
and then sappy stuff????
rest of vixx is around
hyuk is still fencing)