04. (elixander) ad infinitum
ad infinitum;
(to infinity; endlessly; without limit)
PG; eli/xander; fluff; 1294w;
u-kiss party; prompt 01; infinite
It’s daybreak when Alexander rolls out of bed, bleary-eyed and hair a curlier mess than usual. Shuffling to the bathroom to sort himself out, he wonders what he’s going to do with the day ahead. Waking up this early is uncharacteristic enough; perhaps, he muses between brushing his teeth and washing his face, the rest of the day would prove to be similarly unusual.
Or, it occurs to him, maybe that’s all the excitement he’s going to get, and he’s going to pass his time uneventfully. It could go either way, he supposes dismissively. Finishing up his morning routine, Xander decides not to put on his contact lenses just yet, and makes his way to the kitchen to get his breakfast (tweeting a photo as his way of saying “good morning, world”).
“Nice specs.” Xander starts somewhat at the sound of a very familiar voice, and squints in some annoyance when he sees who it is.
“…Morning, Eli,” he sighs. Eli laughs, tilting dangerously far back in the chair.
“Not glad to see me?”
“I see you every day,” deadpans the older, “One should be surprised if I were.”
“Aha,” says the younger, shifting forward to rest his arms on the table in a swift movement. “But you must be wondering how I got in.”
Alexander snorts in no small amount of derision, pushing up his spectacles as he sets his cereal down and starts eating. “You asked Kevin where my spare key was.”
“Well. Okay.” Eli shifts, casting him a crooked smile, hands up in the air in defeat. “You got me. Bet you’re wondering what on earth I’m doing here, though.”
Xander doesn’t deign to reply, raising an eyebrow to prompt him to go on.
“I, Elison Kim Kyoung Jae, am here to take you, Alexander Lee Eusebio Of The Ridiculously Long Name…..Out.”
A choking noise is heard, and Eli backs up in shock, regarding his laughing hyung with suspicion. “What. What was so funny?”
“You came here…to tell me…that you were going to take me out?” he manages, laughter subsiding. “You could have just told me to meet you somewhere, or something. Instead of interrupting my breakfast.”
“Yes, and where would the fun be then?” Eli is offended.
“Touché,” Alexander concedes in English. “But,” he adds, reverting back to sloppy Korean, “Can I finish my breakfast first?”
Eli shrugs in agreement. “If you must,” he says graciously, retreating to Alexander’s doorway to wait.
-
Later, Alexander joins him, having changed out of his pyjamas into comfortable street clothes suitable for the wintry streets. He smiles at Eli, teeth and all showing, over his big furry scarf. “Finally,” mumbles Eli, shrugging on his coat and pulling on his boots while Xander locks his door and gate. He calls for the lift, waits for Xander to come in, and as the doors shut, he turns to the older. “You’re still wearing your spectacles?” he asks, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice.
“Is it really that bad?” Xander asks, eyes wide and maybe just a bit too anxious about what he looks like. He reaches for the lift buttons, but Eli blocks him easily by standing in his way.
“No,” he laughs, looking directly into Xander’s eyes, “It’s unusual, that’s all. At least your eyes don’t look so freakishly huge this way.” The last part is added with a smirk, and earns him a punch.
“Whatever,” remarks his hyung, throwing a hand out flamboyantly and making a silly face to illustrate his point. It is, Eli thinks absently, so intrinsically Alexander to do something like that. The doors open and they slide out into the street, onto the pavement and under the lightly falling snow, as if it were perfectly natural. The rapping duo pad along for a while in silence before Xander asks, casually, where they are going.
“I don’t know,” replies Eli contently, smiling when Alexander stares at him in open surprise.
“Elison Kim, do you mean to say you have no idea where we’re going…at all?”
“Mm.”
Alexander stops, arms akimbo, in the middle of the street (just like that, the streams of people weaving about him in annoyance; what’s with the foreigner-lookalike blocking their way?). Eli spins on his heel when he realizes his companion has stopped. “What gives?”
“I’m not going nowhere, you big…triangle-shaped oaf.”
“Was that supposed to be a double negative?” snorts Eli, “Come on, hyung. This is Seoul; who’s to say we’re not going to eventually stumble upon some awesome place? You’ll regret calling me a triangle-shaped oaf then…King-Kong.”
Xander gasps in mock shock at the nickname. “Who’s to say we will?” he protests, but begins walking again.
“Knew you’d see it my way,” Eli says smugly, and he doesn’t pull away when Xander reaches out tentatively to wrap a mittened hand around his forearm.
-
The city is crowded enough that nobody can really recognize them (Xander tells Eli it’s also because of his spectacles, proudly), but there’s nothing different here, stresses Eli, so the two catch several buses and get off at random places before eventually they’re somewhere in the suburbs. By then they’ve spent most of the day travelling randomly, and the sun is gently sinking over the horizon, pulling the moon into his place. The two stumble off a bus, leaning on each other in hysterics, and Xander waves at the departing vehicle slightly drunkenly while it drives off into the distance.
“He- he probably didn’t much approve of us playing hide and seek on the bus,” gasps Eli, eyes tearing from laughter.
“Yeah, well,” Xander says, sobering up enough to point an accusing finger. “You started it. And you lost, for the record. About nineteen times.”
“It’s not my fault I’m too buff to hide behind bus seats,” he retorts, but instead of replying, Xander leans over and carefully wipes his eye for him. Eli stares dazedly at his hyung, blinking a bit at the close contact.
“There was a tear in your eye,” Xander says by means of explanation when their gazes meet. Eli nods slowly and links their hands wordlessly, pulling him along the empty country roads till they come to a slope facing a village in the distance. The moon has taken her place, and with her come the stars, dancing faintly above their heads.
Alexander has taken off his spectacles and put them on the grass beside him, splayed out on the slope, squinting at the lights above. They blur and meld, a fury of pixies dancing in a party he can only ever bear witness to. Then he turns to Eli, whose features are distinct enough, given the moonlight and their (in all senses of the word) closeness.
“Today,” he says at length, “Was pretty fun.”
Eli grins knowingly. “I told you, didn’t I?”
Xander smiles and turns back to the sky. “You were right, for once.”
Eli scoffs, but lets it pass. “How long do you think we’ll last?” A pause, then: “U-KISS, I mean.”
Alexander gives this some thought. As long as the sky feels, he thinks. It seems to stretch on forever, infinitely. “To infinity,” he says.
“Ah,” Eli says softly, almost indiscernibly. “And - us?”
There is no pause this time. “To infinity,” repeats Xander in a whisper, eyes bright as the stars overhead.
“Promise?” Eli sounds unusually unsure, a far cry from his self-assured image.
“Promise,” Xander says.
-
(It is two in the morning when the younger, more responsible one realizes that they have schedules the next day, and by the time they’re back within the borders of Seoul it’s six, but it’s okay, thinks Xander, because lost sleep and a somewhat peeved manager is only temporary. This here, though, is infinite, and worth more than anything.)
a/n: I attempted Elixander. x_x Tell me what you think! Took forever to fix the formatting, Word doesn't agree with my LJ x___X
(to infinity; endlessly; without limit)
PG; eli/xander; fluff; 1294w;
u-kiss party; prompt 01; infinite
It’s daybreak when Alexander rolls out of bed, bleary-eyed and hair a curlier mess than usual. Shuffling to the bathroom to sort himself out, he wonders what he’s going to do with the day ahead. Waking up this early is uncharacteristic enough; perhaps, he muses between brushing his teeth and washing his face, the rest of the day would prove to be similarly unusual.
Or, it occurs to him, maybe that’s all the excitement he’s going to get, and he’s going to pass his time uneventfully. It could go either way, he supposes dismissively. Finishing up his morning routine, Xander decides not to put on his contact lenses just yet, and makes his way to the kitchen to get his breakfast (tweeting a photo as his way of saying “good morning, world”).
“Nice specs.” Xander starts somewhat at the sound of a very familiar voice, and squints in some annoyance when he sees who it is.
“…Morning, Eli,” he sighs. Eli laughs, tilting dangerously far back in the chair.
“Not glad to see me?”
“I see you every day,” deadpans the older, “One should be surprised if I were.”
“Aha,” says the younger, shifting forward to rest his arms on the table in a swift movement. “But you must be wondering how I got in.”
Alexander snorts in no small amount of derision, pushing up his spectacles as he sets his cereal down and starts eating. “You asked Kevin where my spare key was.”
“Well. Okay.” Eli shifts, casting him a crooked smile, hands up in the air in defeat. “You got me. Bet you’re wondering what on earth I’m doing here, though.”
Xander doesn’t deign to reply, raising an eyebrow to prompt him to go on.
“I, Elison Kim Kyoung Jae, am here to take you, Alexander Lee Eusebio Of The Ridiculously Long Name…..Out.”
A choking noise is heard, and Eli backs up in shock, regarding his laughing hyung with suspicion. “What. What was so funny?”
“You came here…to tell me…that you were going to take me out?” he manages, laughter subsiding. “You could have just told me to meet you somewhere, or something. Instead of interrupting my breakfast.”
“Yes, and where would the fun be then?” Eli is offended.
“Touché,” Alexander concedes in English. “But,” he adds, reverting back to sloppy Korean, “Can I finish my breakfast first?”
Eli shrugs in agreement. “If you must,” he says graciously, retreating to Alexander’s doorway to wait.
-
Later, Alexander joins him, having changed out of his pyjamas into comfortable street clothes suitable for the wintry streets. He smiles at Eli, teeth and all showing, over his big furry scarf. “Finally,” mumbles Eli, shrugging on his coat and pulling on his boots while Xander locks his door and gate. He calls for the lift, waits for Xander to come in, and as the doors shut, he turns to the older. “You’re still wearing your spectacles?” he asks, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice.
“Is it really that bad?” Xander asks, eyes wide and maybe just a bit too anxious about what he looks like. He reaches for the lift buttons, but Eli blocks him easily by standing in his way.
“No,” he laughs, looking directly into Xander’s eyes, “It’s unusual, that’s all. At least your eyes don’t look so freakishly huge this way.” The last part is added with a smirk, and earns him a punch.
“Whatever,” remarks his hyung, throwing a hand out flamboyantly and making a silly face to illustrate his point. It is, Eli thinks absently, so intrinsically Alexander to do something like that. The doors open and they slide out into the street, onto the pavement and under the lightly falling snow, as if it were perfectly natural. The rapping duo pad along for a while in silence before Xander asks, casually, where they are going.
“I don’t know,” replies Eli contently, smiling when Alexander stares at him in open surprise.
“Elison Kim, do you mean to say you have no idea where we’re going…at all?”
“Mm.”
Alexander stops, arms akimbo, in the middle of the street (just like that, the streams of people weaving about him in annoyance; what’s with the foreigner-lookalike blocking their way?). Eli spins on his heel when he realizes his companion has stopped. “What gives?”
“I’m not going nowhere, you big…triangle-shaped oaf.”
“Was that supposed to be a double negative?” snorts Eli, “Come on, hyung. This is Seoul; who’s to say we’re not going to eventually stumble upon some awesome place? You’ll regret calling me a triangle-shaped oaf then…King-Kong.”
Xander gasps in mock shock at the nickname. “Who’s to say we will?” he protests, but begins walking again.
“Knew you’d see it my way,” Eli says smugly, and he doesn’t pull away when Xander reaches out tentatively to wrap a mittened hand around his forearm.
-
The city is crowded enough that nobody can really recognize them (Xander tells Eli it’s also because of his spectacles, proudly), but there’s nothing different here, stresses Eli, so the two catch several buses and get off at random places before eventually they’re somewhere in the suburbs. By then they’ve spent most of the day travelling randomly, and the sun is gently sinking over the horizon, pulling the moon into his place. The two stumble off a bus, leaning on each other in hysterics, and Xander waves at the departing vehicle slightly drunkenly while it drives off into the distance.
“He- he probably didn’t much approve of us playing hide and seek on the bus,” gasps Eli, eyes tearing from laughter.
“Yeah, well,” Xander says, sobering up enough to point an accusing finger. “You started it. And you lost, for the record. About nineteen times.”
“It’s not my fault I’m too buff to hide behind bus seats,” he retorts, but instead of replying, Xander leans over and carefully wipes his eye for him. Eli stares dazedly at his hyung, blinking a bit at the close contact.
“There was a tear in your eye,” Xander says by means of explanation when their gazes meet. Eli nods slowly and links their hands wordlessly, pulling him along the empty country roads till they come to a slope facing a village in the distance. The moon has taken her place, and with her come the stars, dancing faintly above their heads.
Alexander has taken off his spectacles and put them on the grass beside him, splayed out on the slope, squinting at the lights above. They blur and meld, a fury of pixies dancing in a party he can only ever bear witness to. Then he turns to Eli, whose features are distinct enough, given the moonlight and their (in all senses of the word) closeness.
“Today,” he says at length, “Was pretty fun.”
Eli grins knowingly. “I told you, didn’t I?”
Xander smiles and turns back to the sky. “You were right, for once.”
Eli scoffs, but lets it pass. “How long do you think we’ll last?” A pause, then: “U-KISS, I mean.”
Alexander gives this some thought. As long as the sky feels, he thinks. It seems to stretch on forever, infinitely. “To infinity,” he says.
“Ah,” Eli says softly, almost indiscernibly. “And - us?”
There is no pause this time. “To infinity,” repeats Xander in a whisper, eyes bright as the stars overhead.
“Promise?” Eli sounds unusually unsure, a far cry from his self-assured image.
“Promise,” Xander says.
-
(It is two in the morning when the younger, more responsible one realizes that they have schedules the next day, and by the time they’re back within the borders of Seoul it’s six, but it’s okay, thinks Xander, because lost sleep and a somewhat peeved manager is only temporary. This here, though, is infinite, and worth more than anything.)
a/n: I attempted Elixander. x_x Tell me what you think! Took forever to fix the formatting, Word doesn't agree with my LJ x___X