And She is Beautiful
and she is beautiful
super junior/snsd - kyuhyun/seohyun - g
1596w~
they are a story.
a/n: written for wintercreamed because she is perfect
Kyuhyun can only describe her as beautiful. He does not know how to explain her in any other way, even though she is so many things than just that. She is talented, and she is smart, and she is gentle and kind and intelligent and flawless and Seo Joohyun is so perfect - she is so perfect, to him, but these words are never enough.
"You are beautiful," and she laughs at this every time, because he always says this, but to him the words are never wasted.
She is beautiful, Seo Joohyun, and she is also so much more, but he can only say that.
There was never a start to it. He could just say it happened one day, because it almost kind of did, and Seo Joohyun was just in his way of living.
He keeps her hand in his for the first time after a duet performance and she doesn't let go, and Kyuhyun thinks that might have been when he knew. Her hands are kind of sweaty from the internalized heat and her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glowing and they should probably get ready for the next stage, but neither of them break apart and that's when he knows.
Then Kyuhyun kisses Seo Joohyun before someone comes and pulls her away and she doesn't break off then either. He loves her.
She is faultless. It might have been impossible before he met her, but she is, and for some reason it makes sense.
Seo Joohyun is a storyteller, too. He wouldn't have ever guessed, but she likes to create her own tales, and her stories are just as beautiful as she is. bSometimes they are children's stories, and sometimes they are friendship stories, and sometimes they are just every day stories, but his favorite are the love stories. Those stories remind him of them, of Kyuhyun and Seo Joohyun, and how as she says, when they look at each other, the rest of the world disappears, and love is like a dandelion seed that must be taken care of to grow. Her words are beautiful, too.
"Can you tell me a story about us?" he asks, once, and she smiles. Her smile lights up the room. It is cliche but it fits, Kyuhyun thinks.
Then she says, "All of my stories are about us," and she is even more perfect.
Sometimes he likes to take her on walks. She likes walking, and he likes holding her hand. Seo Joohyun's hands are soft and delicate and just cold enough for him to warm, and it gives him an excuse to take her hand in his and feel loved.
Neither of them talk very much, but Kyuhyun feels like he knows all about her anyways.
She likes to listen to music, but not as much as she likes to sing, neither of which she likes as much as learning. She wants to travel the world and she loves eating, but she does not eat that much. She loves people and everyone is good. She does not choose favorites but he does not mind because she is his favorite and sometimes that is all that matters.
They don't walk for very long, because the both of them always have schedules and there is always somewhere else to be other than together, but he likes to take her on them anyways.
He takes her to remote coffee shops and bakeries that sell expensive desserts and old time record shops and the occasional deserted dance studio, because there are so many dreams of becoming a star and not all of them can come true. She likes to dance in these studios, reliving the dreams as she calls it, and Kyuhyun just likes to watch her. Her moves are vivid and graceful and she dances beautifully.
Then Seo Joohyun pulls him up too, even though neither of them are the anything spectacular, and he likes to think they look beautiful together, too.
They have only been on one real date, in Paris out to dinner where no one really knows either of them. The schedule is packed but everyone vacations on last days and so do they.
It is at a small restaurant. She is better at English but that means nothing when most everyone speaks French, and they close their eyes and pick the first thing their fingers land on the menu. He gets a soup and she gets some sort of meat dish and they end up switching because Seo Joohyun is kind of sick and she doesn't like meat that much anyways.
Kyuhyun holds her smallest finger and their feet are interlocked under the table. He tells her secrets and she laughs an innocent laugh, like children in a garden that only exists in their dreams.
The waiter comes with the bill and as they are leaving, says something in French. Neither of the knows what it means, but Seo Joohyun says she catches something about Paris. The waiter smiles and then in English, "Thank you."
The beautiful couple is beautiful. Welcome to Paris.
Kyuhyun could love Seo Joohyun forever, if he were given the chance. Forever could be the rest of life, and forever could continue into an afterlife, and there could also be no forever. Either way, Kyuhyun would love her.
He doesn't ask her, and he doesn't tell her, but she says to him she would do the same.
Seo Joohyun tells him in the midst of an ordinary day, over the phone, and she laughs after she says it. "Kind of stupid, isn't it?" But it isn't, he says, and he can feel her smiling. He doesn't really know how, but he can just tell, and there are some things that he just knows, and it never makes sense but it just is.
Kyuhyun loves her for it.
If it were like one thing it would be like the rain, their love.
It comes down softly, sometimes, in a lightweight drizzle that makes their hair frizz and their clothes straighten out, and other times it is in a downpour, soaking from the skin within. That is when the rain is most passionate, and so is their love. Seo Joohyun loves the rain.
Sometimes the rain is not visible, but it is always there, hiding behind the clouds and the sun. Kyuhyun loves her then, too, when the rain is not visible and their love never was tangible.
The sixth time they go on a walk it begins to rain. Kyuhyun remembers it is the sixth because it is also the first time he ever takes her anywhere but back home. It begins to rain, out of nowhere, and they stand under the shade of a foreclosed cupcake shop patio. They watch the downpour and her arm is extended out, catching raindrops that slip past her hands.
"Should I go get an umbrella?" he says, and Seo Joohyun smiles. Her smile is lovely. "I don't want you to get sick."
She laughs and takes his hand, stretching it so he is catching the water too. "The rain is just water, what harm could it do?" Then Seo Joohyun looks up at him with these glowing eyes and links her arm through his, and they go straight into the rain where it is cold and beautiful.
He takes her home when they are both soaking wet, shivering and giggling to something that he can't recall being that funny. "Thank you for taking me out, Kyuhyun." His name rolls off of her tongue naturally. He likes it the best when she says his name, Seo Joohyun.
"I'll see you later." He blinks water droplets away from his eyes, but the gloss only makes her shine even more.
She takes him dancing on their first night alone.
It is in the first dance studio he had ever shown to her, one that had been alive and vibrant during their earlier years but now dusty and abandoned just like the rest of them.
Seo Joohyun presses the buttons on an old, broken radio, and dances to music that only she can hear.
Kyuhyun watches her, and with every step she becomes more beautiful than the last. His smile grows and he loves her.
She hums, occasionally, and then when she takes his hand she begins to sing. She sings to songs that he does not know the lyrics of but the sound of her voice is lovely and that is all that really matters, then, her lovely voice and how perfectly they fit against each other. She giggles when she steps on his shoe and he bumps her at the hip and they go twirling, twirling all around the room. Kyuhyun sees the memories spin in his eyes and it is the most beautiful dream he has ever had.
When her song ends, Kyuhyun kisses Seo Joohyun for the second time.
Her lips are even softer than before.
She is breathless when they pull apart, her cheeks rosy and her eyes glittering like sparkling white wine. Kyuhyun gazes at her and there is something that he can't describe. A spark, almost, or a burning flame of sorts. He feels it inside of him and Seo Joohyun can feel it too.
He kisses her again and they do not go home that night.
Kyuhyun loves her.
"Seo Joohyun, you are beautiful."
She laughs and she has no words.
He says them for her.
"And Seo Joohyun, I love you."
She loves him too.
super junior/snsd - kyuhyun/seohyun - g
1596w~
they are a story.
a/n: written for wintercreamed because she is perfect
Kyuhyun can only describe her as beautiful. He does not know how to explain her in any other way, even though she is so many things than just that. She is talented, and she is smart, and she is gentle and kind and intelligent and flawless and Seo Joohyun is so perfect - she is so perfect, to him, but these words are never enough.
"You are beautiful," and she laughs at this every time, because he always says this, but to him the words are never wasted.
She is beautiful, Seo Joohyun, and she is also so much more, but he can only say that.
There was never a start to it. He could just say it happened one day, because it almost kind of did, and Seo Joohyun was just in his way of living.
He keeps her hand in his for the first time after a duet performance and she doesn't let go, and Kyuhyun thinks that might have been when he knew. Her hands are kind of sweaty from the internalized heat and her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glowing and they should probably get ready for the next stage, but neither of them break apart and that's when he knows.
Then Kyuhyun kisses Seo Joohyun before someone comes and pulls her away and she doesn't break off then either. He loves her.
She is faultless. It might have been impossible before he met her, but she is, and for some reason it makes sense.
Seo Joohyun is a storyteller, too. He wouldn't have ever guessed, but she likes to create her own tales, and her stories are just as beautiful as she is. bSometimes they are children's stories, and sometimes they are friendship stories, and sometimes they are just every day stories, but his favorite are the love stories. Those stories remind him of them, of Kyuhyun and Seo Joohyun, and how as she says, when they look at each other, the rest of the world disappears, and love is like a dandelion seed that must be taken care of to grow. Her words are beautiful, too.
"Can you tell me a story about us?" he asks, once, and she smiles. Her smile lights up the room. It is cliche but it fits, Kyuhyun thinks.
Then she says, "All of my stories are about us," and she is even more perfect.
Sometimes he likes to take her on walks. She likes walking, and he likes holding her hand. Seo Joohyun's hands are soft and delicate and just cold enough for him to warm, and it gives him an excuse to take her hand in his and feel loved.
Neither of them talk very much, but Kyuhyun feels like he knows all about her anyways.
She likes to listen to music, but not as much as she likes to sing, neither of which she likes as much as learning. She wants to travel the world and she loves eating, but she does not eat that much. She loves people and everyone is good. She does not choose favorites but he does not mind because she is his favorite and sometimes that is all that matters.
They don't walk for very long, because the both of them always have schedules and there is always somewhere else to be other than together, but he likes to take her on them anyways.
He takes her to remote coffee shops and bakeries that sell expensive desserts and old time record shops and the occasional deserted dance studio, because there are so many dreams of becoming a star and not all of them can come true. She likes to dance in these studios, reliving the dreams as she calls it, and Kyuhyun just likes to watch her. Her moves are vivid and graceful and she dances beautifully.
Then Seo Joohyun pulls him up too, even though neither of them are the anything spectacular, and he likes to think they look beautiful together, too.
They have only been on one real date, in Paris out to dinner where no one really knows either of them. The schedule is packed but everyone vacations on last days and so do they.
It is at a small restaurant. She is better at English but that means nothing when most everyone speaks French, and they close their eyes and pick the first thing their fingers land on the menu. He gets a soup and she gets some sort of meat dish and they end up switching because Seo Joohyun is kind of sick and she doesn't like meat that much anyways.
Kyuhyun holds her smallest finger and their feet are interlocked under the table. He tells her secrets and she laughs an innocent laugh, like children in a garden that only exists in their dreams.
The waiter comes with the bill and as they are leaving, says something in French. Neither of the knows what it means, but Seo Joohyun says she catches something about Paris. The waiter smiles and then in English, "Thank you."
The beautiful couple is beautiful. Welcome to Paris.
Kyuhyun could love Seo Joohyun forever, if he were given the chance. Forever could be the rest of life, and forever could continue into an afterlife, and there could also be no forever. Either way, Kyuhyun would love her.
He doesn't ask her, and he doesn't tell her, but she says to him she would do the same.
Seo Joohyun tells him in the midst of an ordinary day, over the phone, and she laughs after she says it. "Kind of stupid, isn't it?" But it isn't, he says, and he can feel her smiling. He doesn't really know how, but he can just tell, and there are some things that he just knows, and it never makes sense but it just is.
Kyuhyun loves her for it.
If it were like one thing it would be like the rain, their love.
It comes down softly, sometimes, in a lightweight drizzle that makes their hair frizz and their clothes straighten out, and other times it is in a downpour, soaking from the skin within. That is when the rain is most passionate, and so is their love. Seo Joohyun loves the rain.
Sometimes the rain is not visible, but it is always there, hiding behind the clouds and the sun. Kyuhyun loves her then, too, when the rain is not visible and their love never was tangible.
The sixth time they go on a walk it begins to rain. Kyuhyun remembers it is the sixth because it is also the first time he ever takes her anywhere but back home. It begins to rain, out of nowhere, and they stand under the shade of a foreclosed cupcake shop patio. They watch the downpour and her arm is extended out, catching raindrops that slip past her hands.
"Should I go get an umbrella?" he says, and Seo Joohyun smiles. Her smile is lovely. "I don't want you to get sick."
She laughs and takes his hand, stretching it so he is catching the water too. "The rain is just water, what harm could it do?" Then Seo Joohyun looks up at him with these glowing eyes and links her arm through his, and they go straight into the rain where it is cold and beautiful.
He takes her home when they are both soaking wet, shivering and giggling to something that he can't recall being that funny. "Thank you for taking me out, Kyuhyun." His name rolls off of her tongue naturally. He likes it the best when she says his name, Seo Joohyun.
"I'll see you later." He blinks water droplets away from his eyes, but the gloss only makes her shine even more.
She takes him dancing on their first night alone.
It is in the first dance studio he had ever shown to her, one that had been alive and vibrant during their earlier years but now dusty and abandoned just like the rest of them.
Seo Joohyun presses the buttons on an old, broken radio, and dances to music that only she can hear.
Kyuhyun watches her, and with every step she becomes more beautiful than the last. His smile grows and he loves her.
She hums, occasionally, and then when she takes his hand she begins to sing. She sings to songs that he does not know the lyrics of but the sound of her voice is lovely and that is all that really matters, then, her lovely voice and how perfectly they fit against each other. She giggles when she steps on his shoe and he bumps her at the hip and they go twirling, twirling all around the room. Kyuhyun sees the memories spin in his eyes and it is the most beautiful dream he has ever had.
When her song ends, Kyuhyun kisses Seo Joohyun for the second time.
Her lips are even softer than before.
She is breathless when they pull apart, her cheeks rosy and her eyes glittering like sparkling white wine. Kyuhyun gazes at her and there is something that he can't describe. A spark, almost, or a burning flame of sorts. He feels it inside of him and Seo Joohyun can feel it too.
He kisses her again and they do not go home that night.
Kyuhyun loves her.
"Seo Joohyun, you are beautiful."
She laughs and she has no words.
He says them for her.
"And Seo Joohyun, I love you."
She loves him too.