often, for no reason at all
Title: often, for no reason at all
Pairing: TaePyo (Taeil/Jihoon)
Group: Block B
Rating: PG
Notes: It is 4AM, I don't even know, guys. I should have been doing translation homework, but here I am, taking my dreams of Korea and making them happier and stupider and taepyo-ier. I'm really proud of their win on Inkigayo ps protractor imma break you that face is not allowed ok goodnight. SHAMLESS PROPOSAL FIC OK OK?
Summary: They've been together for years, through the scandals and the hiatuses and every level of sleep-deprived insanity. Taeil wants to make it permanent.
They make it to the top of the mountain just as the sun is about to set. Heavy light spreads into the dips of the valleys below, and the far peaks out to the west are aglow with warmth. It's empty at the viewing point, most hikers already down, and the air tastes fresh, blowing straight through his jacket.
Taeil feels very much like he is about to die, the last hundred or so meters of the mountain climbing being almost vertical and so he clings onto the metal railing, rather frail considering the curve of the mountain and the sheer, hundred-meter straight drop about 6 centimeters from the toes of his sneakers. His breath is hard to come by, and the little that he manages to take in is scared out of him a moment later, when hands grasp his sides and Jihoon's voice echoes over his shoulder.
"We made it! Taeillie-hyung, look at the view. Uwah! So beautiful." Jihoon sighs and leans up against him, but the slope makes it so his chin presses a point into the top of Taeil's sweaty head instead.
"It's great," Taeil says in a quiet voice, though his eyes trace over the view with more than appreciation. He's never known how to voice his awe, the vastness of the view from the top of Bukhansan tipping towards overwhelming. Seoul spreads away from them, white buildings softened by an early dusk, but on the opposite side of the cut of the peak line the trees are still yellowed by sun and wind bowls Taeil over, unimpeded by the forest below.
Jihoon squeezes his sides again, wrapping one arm around his stomach as well as he can. Somehow, he's always been able to understand Taeil's silences, peel away the reticence for the depth of meaning.
Affection curls through him, and he lets go of the rail with one shaking hand to grasp at Jihoon's arm, hold him tight. Jihoon's warmth presses into him from behind as he cuddles up closer, though for one terrifying moment there's a sudden shift in his stance, the gravel of the peak coming loose underneath his sneakers.
I can't die yet, I haven't- Taeil thinks, grabbing Jihoon tighter around the arm as he finds his feet again. Jihoon laughs nervously over his shoulder, sound reverberating through his chest and breath hot against Taeil's cooling skin.
They stand there for another long moment before Jihoon pulls away, tugs at Taeil's hip with one hand.
"Come on, hyung, let's have some snacks."
Taeil turns and climbs after Jihoon over the rounded rise of grey stone, 'till they find a flat spot that overlooks the city coming to light below. Jihoon opens his arms to Taeil and he curls into the warmth and solidity of Jihoon's grip, the spice of his smell somehow comforting. Jihoon tries to open his backpack with one hand, but it's so hilariously impossible that Taeil takes it from him, enjoying the way Jihoon wraps his other arm around him, blocking out the rush of wind.
He wants to kiss Jihoon, the desire sudden and unprompted, and he hesitates. But they're alone at the top of the mountain, ridiculously exposed but so far from everything that there's no reason to stop. He tips his head and kisses at the exposed slope of Jihoon's cheek, enjoying the quiet hitch of breath before Jihoon turns to him, lips parted.
He kisses the indent of his lips, soft, his intent to be short and reassuring, but it's Jihoon who lengthens it, presses his hands into the curve of Taeil's neck and holds him there. That heat of Jihoon's always manages to spark a returning heat in Taeil, and they kiss with that hesitant abandon of the constantly watched. Wind cuts in over his hair, and he closes the gaps between their bodies as well as he can, liking the way their words get lost even in the short distance between their lips.
His stomach grumbles when Jihoon slides his hand around his hip, cool fingers over the heated skin and Jihoon breaks away with a small laugh.
"Let's eat, first," he says and Taeil opens the rest of the snacks, snuggled up against Jihoon as they eat.
The sunset cuts almost across his vision when he turns back towards Jihoon, who is halfway through a bag of shrimp chips, eyes out towards the horizon. He turns when he notices Taeil's gaze, smiling with his whole face.
"Something-?" he asks, pointing towards his cheeks. Taeil smiles and brushes one off with a sweatshirt-covered hand, though there's nothing there.
He holds the touch there for a moment more, anticipation suddenly stealing his breath.
"Can I ask you something?" he says, voice just on the edge of trembling.
Jihoon raises his eyebrows, concern coming across his features. "Of course, hyung," he says, deep voice more serious now.
"Okay," Taeil says, and slides partly out of Jihoon's grip as he searches his inner pockets. It's still there, and he manages to get it out and twist back into Jihoon's hold. Jihoon tilts his head down, tries to peer at what it is in the soft darkness between their bodies, but Taeil keeps his hands closed around it.
He tries to remember the speech he made up weeks ago but fails, mind going blank. "Pyo Jihoon," he starts, and Jihoon giggles once, nervousness obvious. Taeil looks up at Jihoon's face and forgets it all.
Jihoon is watching him with a curious intensity across his normally open features, lips pressed tightly together as if not to let another laugh escape.
He takes a deep breath. "Jihoonie, I've lived a long time with you." Fuck, that sounds bad. It's been 6 years but we're not that old- "We've done a lot together, been through a lot. You-" something grabs at his throat, makes his next words come out thick, and he can't even look at Jihoon's face anymore, "make me happy."
It sounds so feeble in his high voice gone soft with emotion, but the absolute truth of it fills Taeil's skin, makes him flush hot over his cheeks.
"So happy," he repeats, voice disappearing even further.
Jihoon leans in closer, until their foreheads almost touch. Taeil looks up at him, feels ridiculous tears at the corners of his eyes. He's messing everything up and his fingers tighten around the box in his hands. Jihoon is biting his lip, and Taeil's so overwhelmed he doesn't know how to read his expression.
He takes another deep breath, feels it catch at the tears in his throat. One makes its way down the side of his face, cold in the wind. Jihoon reaches up and wipes it with one soft thumb and it's too much.
"I w-want-" Taeil bites the inside of his cheek to steady the odd tremble in his voice. "I want to try to make you happy, if you want." He opens his hands to reveal the small box, aware of Jihoon's sudden intake of breath and stillness.
With weak fingers he pries the box open to reveal a ring.
Jihoon stares down at it, then up to his face, expression frozen.
Taeil feels almost numb all over with the anticipation, tries to remember anything at all. "I love you," he says, voice small. "I want to stay with you as long as you want me to."
He cups the box between his hands and moves it up towards Jihoon. "Will you marry me?" he asks, though the question is obvious.
There's silence between them for a moment, the beats of Taeil's heart loud in his ears. Expression finally breaks through to Jihoon's face as his forehead crumples and his lips press together.
With a careful hand he cups the edge of Taeil's, folding his much larger palm over the box. "Hyung," he says, voice broken and full of something and almost gone, all at once.
A tear falls from one eye, and then another, followed in quick succession by more. Taeil feels something crack in his heart, the downward shift of some emotion making him feel unbalanced. He didn't want to make Jihoon cry, or be sad, but Jihoon's hands are holding his in place and he can't wipe the tears away and he's helpless.
Jihoon opens his mouth but nothing comes out. In a sudden motion, he pulls Taeil in to him, wrapping a tight arm around his back and holding him against his chest. His wet face presses into the curve of Taeil's neck, hot with emotion.
After a moment, Jihoon's body shakes with something, and he curls into Taeil further. His fingers are hard in the curve of Taeil's hip, tightly rucked into his jacket.
Taeil doesn't know what's wrong, feels as if his heart is about to slip from its place. "Is it no?" he asks in a small voice, and the very possibility makes him want to pull from Jihoon's warm embrace.
With the same speed as he pulled him in, Jihoon lurches back. "What? No, hyung!" His eyes are wild and his cheeks are wet with tears, but still he tries to smile, the effort shaky. "It's yes," he says, a weak laugh shaking more tears free. "Of course it's yes, Taeillie."
Taeil's relief almost bowls him over, and he's glad for Jihoon's hand over his that the box doesn't go tumbling from grip and down the side of the mountain. "R-really?" he says.
Jihoon just leans in and gives him a wet kiss, their lips barely connecting they are both shaking so hard. "Yes, yes," Jihoon whispers against his lips, pressing them together again and kissing him carefully, as if he never has before. "I can't believe-"
Taeil feels like he's about to break apart from the happiness, as if his body were not made for holding something like this. All he can do is kiss Jihoon's warm mouth and slip his fingers into Jihoon's, holding tight.
END
A/N: Pyo Jihoon's face..................... DAMN YOU, ONE DIRECTION, FOR THIS.
Pairing: TaePyo (Taeil/Jihoon)
Group: Block B
Rating: PG
Notes: It is 4AM, I don't even know, guys. I should have been doing translation homework, but here I am, taking my dreams of Korea and making them happier and stupider and taepyo-ier. I'm really proud of their win on Inkigayo ps protractor imma break you that face is not allowed ok goodnight. SHAMLESS PROPOSAL FIC OK OK?
Summary: They've been together for years, through the scandals and the hiatuses and every level of sleep-deprived insanity. Taeil wants to make it permanent.
They make it to the top of the mountain just as the sun is about to set. Heavy light spreads into the dips of the valleys below, and the far peaks out to the west are aglow with warmth. It's empty at the viewing point, most hikers already down, and the air tastes fresh, blowing straight through his jacket.
Taeil feels very much like he is about to die, the last hundred or so meters of the mountain climbing being almost vertical and so he clings onto the metal railing, rather frail considering the curve of the mountain and the sheer, hundred-meter straight drop about 6 centimeters from the toes of his sneakers. His breath is hard to come by, and the little that he manages to take in is scared out of him a moment later, when hands grasp his sides and Jihoon's voice echoes over his shoulder.
"We made it! Taeillie-hyung, look at the view. Uwah! So beautiful." Jihoon sighs and leans up against him, but the slope makes it so his chin presses a point into the top of Taeil's sweaty head instead.
"It's great," Taeil says in a quiet voice, though his eyes trace over the view with more than appreciation. He's never known how to voice his awe, the vastness of the view from the top of Bukhansan tipping towards overwhelming. Seoul spreads away from them, white buildings softened by an early dusk, but on the opposite side of the cut of the peak line the trees are still yellowed by sun and wind bowls Taeil over, unimpeded by the forest below.
Jihoon squeezes his sides again, wrapping one arm around his stomach as well as he can. Somehow, he's always been able to understand Taeil's silences, peel away the reticence for the depth of meaning.
Affection curls through him, and he lets go of the rail with one shaking hand to grasp at Jihoon's arm, hold him tight. Jihoon's warmth presses into him from behind as he cuddles up closer, though for one terrifying moment there's a sudden shift in his stance, the gravel of the peak coming loose underneath his sneakers.
I can't die yet, I haven't- Taeil thinks, grabbing Jihoon tighter around the arm as he finds his feet again. Jihoon laughs nervously over his shoulder, sound reverberating through his chest and breath hot against Taeil's cooling skin.
They stand there for another long moment before Jihoon pulls away, tugs at Taeil's hip with one hand.
"Come on, hyung, let's have some snacks."
Taeil turns and climbs after Jihoon over the rounded rise of grey stone, 'till they find a flat spot that overlooks the city coming to light below. Jihoon opens his arms to Taeil and he curls into the warmth and solidity of Jihoon's grip, the spice of his smell somehow comforting. Jihoon tries to open his backpack with one hand, but it's so hilariously impossible that Taeil takes it from him, enjoying the way Jihoon wraps his other arm around him, blocking out the rush of wind.
He wants to kiss Jihoon, the desire sudden and unprompted, and he hesitates. But they're alone at the top of the mountain, ridiculously exposed but so far from everything that there's no reason to stop. He tips his head and kisses at the exposed slope of Jihoon's cheek, enjoying the quiet hitch of breath before Jihoon turns to him, lips parted.
He kisses the indent of his lips, soft, his intent to be short and reassuring, but it's Jihoon who lengthens it, presses his hands into the curve of Taeil's neck and holds him there. That heat of Jihoon's always manages to spark a returning heat in Taeil, and they kiss with that hesitant abandon of the constantly watched. Wind cuts in over his hair, and he closes the gaps between their bodies as well as he can, liking the way their words get lost even in the short distance between their lips.
His stomach grumbles when Jihoon slides his hand around his hip, cool fingers over the heated skin and Jihoon breaks away with a small laugh.
"Let's eat, first," he says and Taeil opens the rest of the snacks, snuggled up against Jihoon as they eat.
The sunset cuts almost across his vision when he turns back towards Jihoon, who is halfway through a bag of shrimp chips, eyes out towards the horizon. He turns when he notices Taeil's gaze, smiling with his whole face.
"Something-?" he asks, pointing towards his cheeks. Taeil smiles and brushes one off with a sweatshirt-covered hand, though there's nothing there.
He holds the touch there for a moment more, anticipation suddenly stealing his breath.
"Can I ask you something?" he says, voice just on the edge of trembling.
Jihoon raises his eyebrows, concern coming across his features. "Of course, hyung," he says, deep voice more serious now.
"Okay," Taeil says, and slides partly out of Jihoon's grip as he searches his inner pockets. It's still there, and he manages to get it out and twist back into Jihoon's hold. Jihoon tilts his head down, tries to peer at what it is in the soft darkness between their bodies, but Taeil keeps his hands closed around it.
He tries to remember the speech he made up weeks ago but fails, mind going blank. "Pyo Jihoon," he starts, and Jihoon giggles once, nervousness obvious. Taeil looks up at Jihoon's face and forgets it all.
Jihoon is watching him with a curious intensity across his normally open features, lips pressed tightly together as if not to let another laugh escape.
He takes a deep breath. "Jihoonie, I've lived a long time with you." Fuck, that sounds bad. It's been 6 years but we're not that old- "We've done a lot together, been through a lot. You-" something grabs at his throat, makes his next words come out thick, and he can't even look at Jihoon's face anymore, "make me happy."
It sounds so feeble in his high voice gone soft with emotion, but the absolute truth of it fills Taeil's skin, makes him flush hot over his cheeks.
"So happy," he repeats, voice disappearing even further.
Jihoon leans in closer, until their foreheads almost touch. Taeil looks up at him, feels ridiculous tears at the corners of his eyes. He's messing everything up and his fingers tighten around the box in his hands. Jihoon is biting his lip, and Taeil's so overwhelmed he doesn't know how to read his expression.
He takes another deep breath, feels it catch at the tears in his throat. One makes its way down the side of his face, cold in the wind. Jihoon reaches up and wipes it with one soft thumb and it's too much.
"I w-want-" Taeil bites the inside of his cheek to steady the odd tremble in his voice. "I want to try to make you happy, if you want." He opens his hands to reveal the small box, aware of Jihoon's sudden intake of breath and stillness.
With weak fingers he pries the box open to reveal a ring.
Jihoon stares down at it, then up to his face, expression frozen.
Taeil feels almost numb all over with the anticipation, tries to remember anything at all. "I love you," he says, voice small. "I want to stay with you as long as you want me to."
He cups the box between his hands and moves it up towards Jihoon. "Will you marry me?" he asks, though the question is obvious.
There's silence between them for a moment, the beats of Taeil's heart loud in his ears. Expression finally breaks through to Jihoon's face as his forehead crumples and his lips press together.
With a careful hand he cups the edge of Taeil's, folding his much larger palm over the box. "Hyung," he says, voice broken and full of something and almost gone, all at once.
A tear falls from one eye, and then another, followed in quick succession by more. Taeil feels something crack in his heart, the downward shift of some emotion making him feel unbalanced. He didn't want to make Jihoon cry, or be sad, but Jihoon's hands are holding his in place and he can't wipe the tears away and he's helpless.
Jihoon opens his mouth but nothing comes out. In a sudden motion, he pulls Taeil in to him, wrapping a tight arm around his back and holding him against his chest. His wet face presses into the curve of Taeil's neck, hot with emotion.
After a moment, Jihoon's body shakes with something, and he curls into Taeil further. His fingers are hard in the curve of Taeil's hip, tightly rucked into his jacket.
Taeil doesn't know what's wrong, feels as if his heart is about to slip from its place. "Is it no?" he asks in a small voice, and the very possibility makes him want to pull from Jihoon's warm embrace.
With the same speed as he pulled him in, Jihoon lurches back. "What? No, hyung!" His eyes are wild and his cheeks are wet with tears, but still he tries to smile, the effort shaky. "It's yes," he says, a weak laugh shaking more tears free. "Of course it's yes, Taeillie."
Taeil's relief almost bowls him over, and he's glad for Jihoon's hand over his that the box doesn't go tumbling from grip and down the side of the mountain. "R-really?" he says.
Jihoon just leans in and gives him a wet kiss, their lips barely connecting they are both shaking so hard. "Yes, yes," Jihoon whispers against his lips, pressing them together again and kissing him carefully, as if he never has before. "I can't believe-"
Taeil feels like he's about to break apart from the happiness, as if his body were not made for holding something like this. All he can do is kiss Jihoon's warm mouth and slip his fingers into Jihoon's, holding tight.
END
A/N: Pyo Jihoon's face..................... DAMN YOU, ONE DIRECTION, FOR THIS.