#004 the museum date he promised
the museum date he promised
myungjong/pg-13/fluff
ranking king story-based
~850 w
the museum date he promised
the boy sprays the perfume to his right hand as he continues smelling it to make sure he’s okay. He takes a look at himself in the mirror, once more, once more, lee sungjong, are you okay, he thinks deeply. Is this just a dream? He asks once more, he’s still unsure, does he really deserve it, or why, a thousand questions are floating in his head and he’s sure he just needs a time to wait until it explodes.
Taking a deep sigh, he fixes his long brown bangs, putting it to the right side so his right eye can see clearly. The last sigh he uses to make sure he’s ready. 08.00 PM, his wristwatch tells, and for a sudden the door opens.
“Have you ready?” careless tone coming from the older boy doesn’t affect the younger one. “I’m worried you’re drowned in your bathtub, Dongwoo hyung said you’re not coming out since morning.” He says again, and Sungjong smiles sheepishly. He just know him very well-just very well. Three times of nod and the older one comes along into the room and takes Sungjong’s hand. They’ve just reached the front door of the form until the older lifts his left hand to the air and adds, “don’t forget to bring your coat, winter air doesn’t seem good for you.”
They just take a stroll because they want to; the place they’re heading to isn’t that far, anyway. It’s supposed to be fucking cold on frigid winter, but as their fingers lock, nothing can be warmer than that night. Sungjong can’t even take a look to his hyung because he might explode in red once he does. Besides, the other one doesn’t seem to start conversation, busy staring at the night sky-sea of stars look like grain dust.
“Myungsoo hyung-ah, I’m sorry, no. 2 nim,” Sungjong finally starts conversation before the cold air wins over them, “where’re we going, exactly? I don’t remember you promised me to go out before.” He continues as his head follows the boy beside him, staring the night sky-it’s truthfully, honestly, the best night sky he has ever seen. Not to mention because he’s with Myungsoo now, no.
Few minutes after Myungsoo diverts his stare from the sky, “Why are you calling me with that name? I’m Myungsoo, your hyung! Take respect to me since it’s not ranking king tonight,” he complains and the younger chuckles, not a long one until he continues, “and we’re going to the Museum, Sungjong-ah. I didn’t promise you, I promised myself that we can go because the last time I lost my chance to Sunggyu hyung.”
Sungjong bursts out in quiet laughters while covering his face with his right hand, avoiding his blushed cheeks from Myungsoo. The older one finds it adorable and starts to pinch Sungjong’s cheek. They stay like that while strolling, sometimes they swing their locked fingers-to make sure they win over the winter night’s air. It’s not a special date, They find no boisterous festival in the city or groups of people wearing colorful clothes for carnaval-simply, they only find themselves, drowning in their own happiness.
For a quite long period of time, they walk side by side in the museum, take pictures as much as they can and laugh freely because they know they might not have another time to spend next time. Their finger are still locked as they run here and there, talking about anything-museum related or not, about how the man in the painting is really similiar with Sungyeol, or about how the Dinosaur skeleton reminds them of Dongwoo-anything, just anything. Sometimes Myungsoo gives a back hug and leans his chin on Sungjong’s shoulder and closes his eyes for awhile, and he, being Sungjong, knows how to do towards the action, just because Sungjong knows Myungsoo very well. Much well, to be exact. Sometimes Myungsoo will just swing their locked fingers to the air, so high to show the world that Sungjong is his, his and his forevermore, and they’ll end up smiling sheepishly because Sungjong knows they need no words to explain how it feels.
Myungsoo is cold, or precisely, he doesn’t like to explain with words.
And Sungjong understands.
“I want to know why,” Sungjong murmurs, such trashy words because he’s not bold enough to continue the rest of his sentence. Being Myungsoo, he’s capable to read the things others can’t. So he’s just chuckling all the times and smiling along the way.
“Sungjong-ah,” Myungsoo finally opens up, “I just want you to know, I asked you to go out with me as Myungsoo. Not as L, not as no. 2, just as Myungsoo.” He ends the sentence by taking sungjong’s hand into his coat pocket.
Sungjong catches a pure bliss when Myungsoo ends his sentence.
And everything becomes real when Myungsoo closes the distance between their lips.
Hey, frigid winter doesn’t even matter to us.
When Myungsoo stares at Sungjong’s orbs, he’s sure Sungjong understands his explanation;
Because being Myungsoo, lips can tell but heart explains the best.
(Later, Myungsoo tells Sungjong that he likes the smell of Sungjong’s perfume he gets in his hand after holding Sungjong’s hand for so damn long.)
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A/N : Wrote this fic when I was freakily in love with Ranking King and its' first episodes with high doze of Myungjong T_T sorry for being troublesome with grammar, and thanks for reading!
myungjong/pg-13/fluff
ranking king story-based
~850 w
the museum date he promised
the boy sprays the perfume to his right hand as he continues smelling it to make sure he’s okay. He takes a look at himself in the mirror, once more, once more, lee sungjong, are you okay, he thinks deeply. Is this just a dream? He asks once more, he’s still unsure, does he really deserve it, or why, a thousand questions are floating in his head and he’s sure he just needs a time to wait until it explodes.
Taking a deep sigh, he fixes his long brown bangs, putting it to the right side so his right eye can see clearly. The last sigh he uses to make sure he’s ready. 08.00 PM, his wristwatch tells, and for a sudden the door opens.
“Have you ready?” careless tone coming from the older boy doesn’t affect the younger one. “I’m worried you’re drowned in your bathtub, Dongwoo hyung said you’re not coming out since morning.” He says again, and Sungjong smiles sheepishly. He just know him very well-just very well. Three times of nod and the older one comes along into the room and takes Sungjong’s hand. They’ve just reached the front door of the form until the older lifts his left hand to the air and adds, “don’t forget to bring your coat, winter air doesn’t seem good for you.”
They just take a stroll because they want to; the place they’re heading to isn’t that far, anyway. It’s supposed to be fucking cold on frigid winter, but as their fingers lock, nothing can be warmer than that night. Sungjong can’t even take a look to his hyung because he might explode in red once he does. Besides, the other one doesn’t seem to start conversation, busy staring at the night sky-sea of stars look like grain dust.
“Myungsoo hyung-ah, I’m sorry, no. 2 nim,” Sungjong finally starts conversation before the cold air wins over them, “where’re we going, exactly? I don’t remember you promised me to go out before.” He continues as his head follows the boy beside him, staring the night sky-it’s truthfully, honestly, the best night sky he has ever seen. Not to mention because he’s with Myungsoo now, no.
Few minutes after Myungsoo diverts his stare from the sky, “Why are you calling me with that name? I’m Myungsoo, your hyung! Take respect to me since it’s not ranking king tonight,” he complains and the younger chuckles, not a long one until he continues, “and we’re going to the Museum, Sungjong-ah. I didn’t promise you, I promised myself that we can go because the last time I lost my chance to Sunggyu hyung.”
Sungjong bursts out in quiet laughters while covering his face with his right hand, avoiding his blushed cheeks from Myungsoo. The older one finds it adorable and starts to pinch Sungjong’s cheek. They stay like that while strolling, sometimes they swing their locked fingers-to make sure they win over the winter night’s air. It’s not a special date, They find no boisterous festival in the city or groups of people wearing colorful clothes for carnaval-simply, they only find themselves, drowning in their own happiness.
For a quite long period of time, they walk side by side in the museum, take pictures as much as they can and laugh freely because they know they might not have another time to spend next time. Their finger are still locked as they run here and there, talking about anything-museum related or not, about how the man in the painting is really similiar with Sungyeol, or about how the Dinosaur skeleton reminds them of Dongwoo-anything, just anything. Sometimes Myungsoo gives a back hug and leans his chin on Sungjong’s shoulder and closes his eyes for awhile, and he, being Sungjong, knows how to do towards the action, just because Sungjong knows Myungsoo very well. Much well, to be exact. Sometimes Myungsoo will just swing their locked fingers to the air, so high to show the world that Sungjong is his, his and his forevermore, and they’ll end up smiling sheepishly because Sungjong knows they need no words to explain how it feels.
Myungsoo is cold, or precisely, he doesn’t like to explain with words.
And Sungjong understands.
“I want to know why,” Sungjong murmurs, such trashy words because he’s not bold enough to continue the rest of his sentence. Being Myungsoo, he’s capable to read the things others can’t. So he’s just chuckling all the times and smiling along the way.
“Sungjong-ah,” Myungsoo finally opens up, “I just want you to know, I asked you to go out with me as Myungsoo. Not as L, not as no. 2, just as Myungsoo.” He ends the sentence by taking sungjong’s hand into his coat pocket.
Sungjong catches a pure bliss when Myungsoo ends his sentence.
And everything becomes real when Myungsoo closes the distance between their lips.
Hey, frigid winter doesn’t even matter to us.
When Myungsoo stares at Sungjong’s orbs, he’s sure Sungjong understands his explanation;
Because being Myungsoo, lips can tell but heart explains the best.
(Later, Myungsoo tells Sungjong that he likes the smell of Sungjong’s perfume he gets in his hand after holding Sungjong’s hand for so damn long.)
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A/N : Wrote this fic when I was freakily in love with Ranking King and its' first episodes with high doze of Myungjong T_T sorry for being troublesome with grammar, and thanks for reading!