in a reach of melody
In a reach of melody
HanHae, angsty, PG, 538 words
He lies in the grass, which is freezing him with its stone coldness. He may not understand why so suddenly it’s a night already with stars- so many of them, but he remembers- they used to count stars and choose those two which were closest to each other and name them - DongHae and Hankyung. Then DongHae would laugh about that and playfully hit his arm; he holds his breath, waiting, but the expected doesn’t happen tonight.
They had an argument and not a little one, but pretty petty from the start. He may laugh about the silliness of his own when he already missed always so cheerful man.
He reminds him of a pill- he takes in and gets infected with it, can’t ever get over the aftereffect it makes. With DongHae it was so good that he wanted never to wake up from it. Today he got awaked, shaken out of his happy slumber.
Hankyung, for last, lets a sigh to escape his mouth. It’s pointless to search for DongHae tonight; he knows a place to hide in and once even drove him mad from worries- just because he didn’t know about it. He still doesn’t know where it is.
There are little tears glistering in there corner’s of his eyes, heaviness in his chest.
To forget that, he sings, with his voice a bit broken and husky, the melody they both created and knew. DongHae just likes to listen when he sings or, maybe, it’s already- liked.
DongHae was there the whole time, watching stars as well from his place in the tree behind him. The melody reaches his ears, and he forgets his anger, disappointment. He curiously looks through leafs at Hankyung’s lying figure.
Hankyung stops and takes a long breathe, when feels a presence on his right and a warm hand on his own. He is almost afraid to look, almost- but then he meets with DongHae’s face. His eyes widen. That’s like a miracle sitting right there beside him. Oh yeah, he may rub his eyes but the hold on his right hand is enough strong to make understand- it’s real.
“Sing another time. I want to hear,” DongHae’s voice sounds so soft, a whisper-like compared to his, like nothing was wrong.
When DongHae places a blanket over them, he doesn’t ask, watching his hand working on the edges. He fulfills his request, singing another time, flashing a little smile his way, when DongHae is purposely gazing at stars.
“You-- I think-um,” Hankyung doesn’t know how to start or how to ask when he done singing. There is a thing to clarify.
“I’m still angry at you,” DongHae says matter-of-fact. “But you can think of ways how to make me forget because I don’t want to be angry at you. I really don’t want to.”
Hankyung is happy, overjoyed, there just isn’t a word to express that or he simply can’t find that perfect one. “I’ll think of a way.”
“That’s perfect. But now kiss me. I missed the taste of you, already,” DongHae is close; his hair smells like honey when Hankyung moves his head closer.
He is more than happy to fulfill his order and any other in that matter.