FIC: I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas
I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas
It wasn't supposed to turn out like this, Yehsung groaned as he sat on bench and just watched his lover of five years do a double...no wait, was that a triple axel jump?!
Yehsung groaned.
The night was supposed to be a perfect, romantic evening date; he had painstakingly planned it for six very long weeks.
Only, all he had never expected for his plans to go awry. The restaurant he had reserved at turned out to be overbooked and they got bumped off the list - they had to settle for a simple meal of black sauce noodles instead of a three course Italian spread.
Then they had gotten chased by a drunkard when they had stepped into the wrong alley, on their way to the park: Yehsung couldn't help but sigh wistfully at the memory of Ryeowook's amused laughter when they finally managed to evade the man. God, was it adorable.
And now this - he was supposed to teach Ryeowook how to balance (and possibly grope him in public) as they ice-skated together. Only, it turns out his prince had been ice-skating for about a decade.
Yehsung just watched in complete awe and jealousy as Ryeowook glided effortlessly after that highly technical jump. He had no idea that Ryeowook was a natural in figure-skating. He grimaced as the few spectators present applauded after Ryeowook did a stag jump.
Show off, Yehsung said mentally, his frown growing steadily bigger. Truthfully, he was definitely impressed on one hand but on the other, he was pissed. Ryeowook had never mentioned this...this huge fact before. At all. And weren't lovers supposed to tell each other everything?
He noticed a young man start to approach Ryeowook who was now gliding slowly and he glared at the man. No one was allowed to come close to his Wookie damn it. The other man felt the intense angry glare from the young man sitting on the nearby park bench and it didn’t take long for the former to piece things together.
Oh…sorry!
The man smiled sheepishly, mouthing his silent apology to a clearly irritated and glowering Yehsung and retreated silently.
Yehsung smirked before he felt the onset of a headache approaching. Pinching the bridge of his nose, with his eyes close didn’t seem to get rid of the throbbing pain. Taking a deep breath, he decided it was best to leave Ryeowook to his own devices. He looked forlornly at his lover, who was clearly lost in his dance with the wind. He decided it was safe - after all, everyone had started to clear the lake and it was getting late. It wouldn’t take long, he surmised.
Pulling his coat tighter towards his chest, Yehsung took off and hurried towards a small shop that he had past on the way into the park.
Only one thing occupied his mind at the current moment.
Coffee.
******
Yehsung silently handed the money to the cashier and left, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. He was especially glad to have a cup of the warm liquid goodness. Just looking at the white expanse that was once a park was enough to give him a slight chill.
Yehsung hurried towards the lake and was thankful that his seat wasn't occupied. Settling down, he pried the plastic cover off and inhaled the distinctive aroma of coffee before he took his first sip.
Freshly brewed Arabica beans, roasted to perfection. Mmm…great choice.
Lost in his world, he allowed himself to quietly savour the rich, deep, intense taste as it swirled around in his mouth. He was in heaven - there are barely few things which could best a good strong cuppa.
Coffee, he silently mused to himself, was comforting, familiar and held no unexpected surprises. He could rely on this baby...
Unlike a certain someone, still busy skating in circles.
But try as he might, Yehsung couldn't help but acknowledge that the sight before him was akin to a beautiful dream, a magical spell spun, transfixing him. He watched, mesmerized, as Ryeowook did a perfect axle jump: his coffee forgotten.
Ryeowook was the epitome of class and grace as he spun, his pale blue scarf fluttering behind him - it seemed as though the gentle wind was guiding him across the sleek frozen lake: the wind was his perfect partner, in tune with his movements. The way he glided across the ice, it seemed as though his feet was barely skimming the surface.
The pale moonlight cast an ethereal glow on the petite man and Yehsung wondered if Ryeowook was the angel he prayed for when he was ten and alone at home whilst his parents were away on some business trip.
As a chilly breeze blew, Yehsung gulped down what little remained of his now cool coffee. He stuffed his hands quickly into his pockets, trying to stay warm. It seemed as though the temperature had dropped by a couple of degrees and he wondered if Ryeowook was feeling the cold. He worried about the other man - surely, the scarf he gave the other was barely enough to keep out the frost.
Perhaps I’d buy him a thicker, nicer coat and mittens this Christmas, he thought to himself.
Watching the other man, Yehsung felt the urge to join the other man, to run free and glide across the surface of the lake. But he knew it would be awkward. He was nothing more than a six-week beginner, who was he to skate confidently beside a professional with ten years of experience under his belt?
He sighed dejectedly and wondered whatever happened to his perfect evening. A horrible epiphany struck - could it be that the two of them were just never meant to be?
Lost in his thoughts, Yehsung didn't notice someone taking a seat beside him.
“Hey, how about a 1000 won for your thoughts?”
“Whuh? What?”
Yehsung heard the recognizable chuckle, following the soft whisper in his ear and he glanced sideways. Ryeowook was sitting beside him and Yehsung instantly felt inferior, like a lowly sponge, soaking off the other's glowing radiance. (In truth, Ryeowook was just glowering because of the ice-skating.)
Ryeowook, in Yehsung’s eyes, was practically perfect - he could cook, he was great with the parents, he could ice-skate, he was well-read and the list goes on.
Himself? He could barely think of any positive attributes to describe himself.
And he was bloody inattentive, that’s what.
Yehsung covered his face and let loose a low moan - how could he have not noticed Ryeowook had ceased to ice skate and had instead sat beside him?
What if some terrible entity had kidnapped Ryeowook away?
Oh god, Yehsung muttered under his breath, I'm such a dumb fool.
"You're not a fool, Kim JoongOon. You're my hero,"
Yehsung couldn't help but let loose a bitter laugh. Under what circumstances had he ever been a hero towards Ryeowook?
"Because you're always there beside me, you hold me close when I'm depressed, you worry about me ceaselessly, and you take care of me like no one else ever has,"
Yehsung felt blood rushing towards his face - he knew his flustered face was beet root red. He couldn't believe he had actually said it out loud. Oh god, how embarrassing.
He turned to Ryeowook, only to have his lips captured by a pair of moist lips belonging to the younger boy.
Yehsung was startled.
“What was that for?”
As soon as the words left his lips, Yehsung felt like smacking himself or knocking his head into a brick wall. How mindlessly idiotic could he be to question a kiss by his sweetheart?
It was Ryeowook's turn to embarrassed, and Yehsung couldn't help but grin at how adorable Ryeowook looked. Ryeowook's gaze quickly headed towards the ground but his arm was linked with Yehsung's.
Yehsung’s heart was thumping madly at the sight and it gave a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach. It was the first time that Ryeowook had initiated something. It was certainly…refreshing.
Yehsung gazed lovingly at young man beside him and he knew without a doubt that he was completely, utterly in love with Ryeowook. It didn't matter that he didn't know all there was to know about him - they had time to better get to know each other - and he rather liked that the fact that Ryeowook still had secrets up his sleeves.
"Join me?" Ryeowook asked shyly, his soft melodic voice barely a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"Pabo...please, ice skate with me? It gets terribly lonely all alone out there..."
Yehsung smiled, trying to act as calmly as he could (His insides however was a mess, already squirming in delight) as he was dragged off his feet.
He had spent enough time moping - it was time to just skate. He regretfully let go of Ryeowook, who rushed towards the ice with a newfound air of excitement, and he proceeded to tie his skates as quickly as he could.
Wait…did he call me an idiot?
Ryeowook spun and winked at Yehsung, his eyes twinkling in merriment.
“I’ll get you Kim Ryeowook!!!”
“If you can, honey!”
Walking gingerly towards the frozen lake, Yehsung landed his right foot on ice and promptly fell with a thud on his butt. He winced in pain at the stinging pain that seemed spread across his butt. There went all hopes of impressing his Wookie. Damn it, he cursed, slamming his fist on the ice.
He heard a hysterical set of giggles bubbling from Ryeowook, who was approaching him but he didn’t expect for Ryeowook to slip and to fall unceremoniously, face flat.
"Serves you right," Yehsung muttered under his breath.
"At least I didn't land on my butt first,” Ryeowook winced as he picked himself up before he promptly fell on his butt again.
Biting back the laughter that threatened to emit from his lips, Yehsung locked gazes with Ryeowook. Neither boy knew who started first but laughter soon rang out merrily in the air, breaking the silence that had descended upon the park.
And the two boys were soon lost in their winter wonderland, laughing without a care in the world, savouring this sweet moment of freedom together, making new memories with each other as they skated away.
Of course, both boys ended up coming down with the chills the very next day but both boys merely smiled when reprimanded.
That special night of ice-skating was well worth it.
“Let’s do it again on Christmas.”
“Let’s.”
The End.
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It wasn't supposed to turn out like this, Yehsung groaned as he sat on bench and just watched his lover of five years do a double...no wait, was that a triple axel jump?!
Yehsung groaned.
The night was supposed to be a perfect, romantic evening date; he had painstakingly planned it for six very long weeks.
Only, all he had never expected for his plans to go awry. The restaurant he had reserved at turned out to be overbooked and they got bumped off the list - they had to settle for a simple meal of black sauce noodles instead of a three course Italian spread.
Then they had gotten chased by a drunkard when they had stepped into the wrong alley, on their way to the park: Yehsung couldn't help but sigh wistfully at the memory of Ryeowook's amused laughter when they finally managed to evade the man. God, was it adorable.
And now this - he was supposed to teach Ryeowook how to balance (and possibly grope him in public) as they ice-skated together. Only, it turns out his prince had been ice-skating for about a decade.
Yehsung just watched in complete awe and jealousy as Ryeowook glided effortlessly after that highly technical jump. He had no idea that Ryeowook was a natural in figure-skating. He grimaced as the few spectators present applauded after Ryeowook did a stag jump.
Show off, Yehsung said mentally, his frown growing steadily bigger. Truthfully, he was definitely impressed on one hand but on the other, he was pissed. Ryeowook had never mentioned this...this huge fact before. At all. And weren't lovers supposed to tell each other everything?
He noticed a young man start to approach Ryeowook who was now gliding slowly and he glared at the man. No one was allowed to come close to his Wookie damn it. The other man felt the intense angry glare from the young man sitting on the nearby park bench and it didn’t take long for the former to piece things together.
Oh…sorry!
The man smiled sheepishly, mouthing his silent apology to a clearly irritated and glowering Yehsung and retreated silently.
Yehsung smirked before he felt the onset of a headache approaching. Pinching the bridge of his nose, with his eyes close didn’t seem to get rid of the throbbing pain. Taking a deep breath, he decided it was best to leave Ryeowook to his own devices. He looked forlornly at his lover, who was clearly lost in his dance with the wind. He decided it was safe - after all, everyone had started to clear the lake and it was getting late. It wouldn’t take long, he surmised.
Pulling his coat tighter towards his chest, Yehsung took off and hurried towards a small shop that he had past on the way into the park.
Only one thing occupied his mind at the current moment.
Coffee.
******
Yehsung silently handed the money to the cashier and left, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. He was especially glad to have a cup of the warm liquid goodness. Just looking at the white expanse that was once a park was enough to give him a slight chill.
Yehsung hurried towards the lake and was thankful that his seat wasn't occupied. Settling down, he pried the plastic cover off and inhaled the distinctive aroma of coffee before he took his first sip.
Freshly brewed Arabica beans, roasted to perfection. Mmm…great choice.
Lost in his world, he allowed himself to quietly savour the rich, deep, intense taste as it swirled around in his mouth. He was in heaven - there are barely few things which could best a good strong cuppa.
Coffee, he silently mused to himself, was comforting, familiar and held no unexpected surprises. He could rely on this baby...
Unlike a certain someone, still busy skating in circles.
But try as he might, Yehsung couldn't help but acknowledge that the sight before him was akin to a beautiful dream, a magical spell spun, transfixing him. He watched, mesmerized, as Ryeowook did a perfect axle jump: his coffee forgotten.
Ryeowook was the epitome of class and grace as he spun, his pale blue scarf fluttering behind him - it seemed as though the gentle wind was guiding him across the sleek frozen lake: the wind was his perfect partner, in tune with his movements. The way he glided across the ice, it seemed as though his feet was barely skimming the surface.
The pale moonlight cast an ethereal glow on the petite man and Yehsung wondered if Ryeowook was the angel he prayed for when he was ten and alone at home whilst his parents were away on some business trip.
As a chilly breeze blew, Yehsung gulped down what little remained of his now cool coffee. He stuffed his hands quickly into his pockets, trying to stay warm. It seemed as though the temperature had dropped by a couple of degrees and he wondered if Ryeowook was feeling the cold. He worried about the other man - surely, the scarf he gave the other was barely enough to keep out the frost.
Perhaps I’d buy him a thicker, nicer coat and mittens this Christmas, he thought to himself.
Watching the other man, Yehsung felt the urge to join the other man, to run free and glide across the surface of the lake. But he knew it would be awkward. He was nothing more than a six-week beginner, who was he to skate confidently beside a professional with ten years of experience under his belt?
He sighed dejectedly and wondered whatever happened to his perfect evening. A horrible epiphany struck - could it be that the two of them were just never meant to be?
Lost in his thoughts, Yehsung didn't notice someone taking a seat beside him.
“Hey, how about a 1000 won for your thoughts?”
“Whuh? What?”
Yehsung heard the recognizable chuckle, following the soft whisper in his ear and he glanced sideways. Ryeowook was sitting beside him and Yehsung instantly felt inferior, like a lowly sponge, soaking off the other's glowing radiance. (In truth, Ryeowook was just glowering because of the ice-skating.)
Ryeowook, in Yehsung’s eyes, was practically perfect - he could cook, he was great with the parents, he could ice-skate, he was well-read and the list goes on.
Himself? He could barely think of any positive attributes to describe himself.
And he was bloody inattentive, that’s what.
Yehsung covered his face and let loose a low moan - how could he have not noticed Ryeowook had ceased to ice skate and had instead sat beside him?
What if some terrible entity had kidnapped Ryeowook away?
Oh god, Yehsung muttered under his breath, I'm such a dumb fool.
"You're not a fool, Kim JoongOon. You're my hero,"
Yehsung couldn't help but let loose a bitter laugh. Under what circumstances had he ever been a hero towards Ryeowook?
"Because you're always there beside me, you hold me close when I'm depressed, you worry about me ceaselessly, and you take care of me like no one else ever has,"
Yehsung felt blood rushing towards his face - he knew his flustered face was beet root red. He couldn't believe he had actually said it out loud. Oh god, how embarrassing.
He turned to Ryeowook, only to have his lips captured by a pair of moist lips belonging to the younger boy.
Yehsung was startled.
“What was that for?”
As soon as the words left his lips, Yehsung felt like smacking himself or knocking his head into a brick wall. How mindlessly idiotic could he be to question a kiss by his sweetheart?
It was Ryeowook's turn to embarrassed, and Yehsung couldn't help but grin at how adorable Ryeowook looked. Ryeowook's gaze quickly headed towards the ground but his arm was linked with Yehsung's.
Yehsung’s heart was thumping madly at the sight and it gave a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach. It was the first time that Ryeowook had initiated something. It was certainly…refreshing.
Yehsung gazed lovingly at young man beside him and he knew without a doubt that he was completely, utterly in love with Ryeowook. It didn't matter that he didn't know all there was to know about him - they had time to better get to know each other - and he rather liked that the fact that Ryeowook still had secrets up his sleeves.
"Join me?" Ryeowook asked shyly, his soft melodic voice barely a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"Pabo...please, ice skate with me? It gets terribly lonely all alone out there..."
Yehsung smiled, trying to act as calmly as he could (His insides however was a mess, already squirming in delight) as he was dragged off his feet.
He had spent enough time moping - it was time to just skate. He regretfully let go of Ryeowook, who rushed towards the ice with a newfound air of excitement, and he proceeded to tie his skates as quickly as he could.
Wait…did he call me an idiot?
Ryeowook spun and winked at Yehsung, his eyes twinkling in merriment.
“I’ll get you Kim Ryeowook!!!”
“If you can, honey!”
Walking gingerly towards the frozen lake, Yehsung landed his right foot on ice and promptly fell with a thud on his butt. He winced in pain at the stinging pain that seemed spread across his butt. There went all hopes of impressing his Wookie. Damn it, he cursed, slamming his fist on the ice.
He heard a hysterical set of giggles bubbling from Ryeowook, who was approaching him but he didn’t expect for Ryeowook to slip and to fall unceremoniously, face flat.
"Serves you right," Yehsung muttered under his breath.
"At least I didn't land on my butt first,” Ryeowook winced as he picked himself up before he promptly fell on his butt again.
Biting back the laughter that threatened to emit from his lips, Yehsung locked gazes with Ryeowook. Neither boy knew who started first but laughter soon rang out merrily in the air, breaking the silence that had descended upon the park.
And the two boys were soon lost in their winter wonderland, laughing without a care in the world, savouring this sweet moment of freedom together, making new memories with each other as they skated away.
Of course, both boys ended up coming down with the chills the very next day but both boys merely smiled when reprimanded.
That special night of ice-skating was well worth it.
“Let’s do it again on Christmas.”
“Let’s.”
The End.
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