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wasuretaino
a love type thing;
Infinite, myungyeol, g. 450 w.
when you listen to tegan and sara for hours. sigh
"whatever it was, it was okay."
it's not what they had planned. they were supposed to watch movies and play around with myungsoo's guitar, like they always did.
something felt different. the air was too thin, the light a bit too hazy. they were laying on myungsoo's bed, knees touching, faces centimeters apart. neither of them said a word, neither of them wanted to.
sungyeol felt like the world had just faded away shade by shade behind myungsoo's parted lips. and he was okay with it.
the stillness in the room was filling every space of clean air, the silence made deafening sounds every now and then, just to remind him they were still alive. myungsoo's lips slowly quirked up a bit, sungyeol anticipated his words.
"are you sleepy?" he asked, his dark pupils focusing on sungyeol's brown eyes. sungyeol shook his head, his hair moving and falling on his forehead, every fiber of the sheet under him brushing his warm skin. the sounds the fabric made against sungyeol's skin were very loud and entertaining, myungsoo realized.
"are you bored?" the younger softly inquired.
sungyeol shook his head again and unhurriedly closed his eyes. the peace he was feeling inside his veins was something he rarely felt, or maybe didn't feel at all. it was a strange yet warm feeling, the one that invaded him. myungsoo quietly chuckled.
they were laying on myungsoo's bed, the air was too thin and the light was a bit too hazy, roaming through the curtains. myungsoo thought about him and sungyeol and what his feelings were doing to him. myungsoo thought about sungyeol's obnoxious laugh and his soft skin and how he got very nervous whenever they were about to get caught cheating on their exams. he thought about sungyeol's sincere eyes and his pure child-like emotions, and perhaps, he thought, perhaps it was another thing.
what he felt, what they felt.
perhaps it was something wrong and dangerous, odd and probably very out of place. but it was there, whatever it was, it was there; stubbornly hovering above their heads and disguising itself as dust.
sungyeol squinted at him, smiling when he found myungsoo was still staring at him, lost in his thoughts.
myungsoo drew his hand closer to sungyeol's and wrapped his long, slim fingers around the other's hand. a new warmth ran up his palm, exploring every inch of myungsoo's skin.
sungyeol thought it was the right thing to do, to hold hands like that for hours. it felt as if their hands were made to fit each other's, the lenght of their fingers, the softness of the touch.
whatever that was, myungsoo thought, it was okay. he hummed happily, closed his eyes. everything was okay.
when you listen to tegan and sara for hours. sigh
"whatever it was, it was okay."
it's not what they had planned. they were supposed to watch movies and play around with myungsoo's guitar, like they always did.
something felt different. the air was too thin, the light a bit too hazy. they were laying on myungsoo's bed, knees touching, faces centimeters apart. neither of them said a word, neither of them wanted to.
sungyeol felt like the world had just faded away shade by shade behind myungsoo's parted lips. and he was okay with it.
the stillness in the room was filling every space of clean air, the silence made deafening sounds every now and then, just to remind him they were still alive. myungsoo's lips slowly quirked up a bit, sungyeol anticipated his words.
"are you sleepy?" he asked, his dark pupils focusing on sungyeol's brown eyes. sungyeol shook his head, his hair moving and falling on his forehead, every fiber of the sheet under him brushing his warm skin. the sounds the fabric made against sungyeol's skin were very loud and entertaining, myungsoo realized.
"are you bored?" the younger softly inquired.
sungyeol shook his head again and unhurriedly closed his eyes. the peace he was feeling inside his veins was something he rarely felt, or maybe didn't feel at all. it was a strange yet warm feeling, the one that invaded him. myungsoo quietly chuckled.
they were laying on myungsoo's bed, the air was too thin and the light was a bit too hazy, roaming through the curtains. myungsoo thought about him and sungyeol and what his feelings were doing to him. myungsoo thought about sungyeol's obnoxious laugh and his soft skin and how he got very nervous whenever they were about to get caught cheating on their exams. he thought about sungyeol's sincere eyes and his pure child-like emotions, and perhaps, he thought, perhaps it was another thing.
what he felt, what they felt.
perhaps it was something wrong and dangerous, odd and probably very out of place. but it was there, whatever it was, it was there; stubbornly hovering above their heads and disguising itself as dust.
sungyeol squinted at him, smiling when he found myungsoo was still staring at him, lost in his thoughts.
myungsoo drew his hand closer to sungyeol's and wrapped his long, slim fingers around the other's hand. a new warmth ran up his palm, exploring every inch of myungsoo's skin.
sungyeol thought it was the right thing to do, to hold hands like that for hours. it felt as if their hands were made to fit each other's, the lenght of their fingers, the softness of the touch.
whatever that was, myungsoo thought, it was okay. he hummed happily, closed his eyes. everything was okay.