Of Carnivals and Puppy Dreams (Taebin/Se7en)
Title: Of Carnivals and Puppy Dreams
Pairing: Taebin/Se7en
Rating: PG
He's sitting on the floor in a quiet corner, with Puppy - Coco, he reminds himself again, but it's useless - lying on his lap, half-asleep, content to be petted. He can't remember the last time he was really alone. Even now, most of the family is just around the corner, their chatter reaching his ears. The past few weeks are a blurry mess of dance lessons, vocal training, recording, TV appearances, shooting and parties. He's exhausted. He's happy.
Puppy twitches in her sleep. He wonders if she's dreaming about Taebin. She likes Taebin a lot. He can relate. He can't really pinpoint when it happened, when he started noticing the way Taebin walks, the shape of his mouth, the veins standing out clearly on his neck when he sings. But he did, and now he can't stop.
He remembers going to a carnival with some older friends, years ago. They all wanted to try the big roller coaster, and he would have been too short for it, but he wore big shoes so it was okay. He remembers the way his stomach flip-flopped just before they were dropped abruptly down the highest slope, and how dizzy he'd been afterwards. Taebin kind of feels like that.
"Hey, Se7en."
The American drawl draws him out of his thoughts and his eyes focus on a pair of scuffed sneakers and ripped, faded denim. His stomach does a somersault as he looks up and grins. "Hi."
Puppy is awake now, because of Taebin's voice, or maybe the smell of his cologne or the sound of his footsteps. She yawns and makes a small, curious noise. Taebin smiles down at them and moves closer, sitting down lithely next to him, their knees brushing against each other. Puppy arfs happily and clambers into his lap, squirming to turn onto her back to get her belly scratched. Maybe if he does that, Taebin will scratch his belly too.
"I was think about you," he says to fill the silence. The verb comes out all wrong but Taebin will understand.
"Does that happen often, you sitting alone in a corner and thinking about me?" The reply is dry and mocking, but he can recognize the small wrinkles around Taebin's mouth that mean he's trying not to smile.
"... Maybe." He keeps grinning as he says it, and Taebin looks at him searchingly for a moment before tilting his head down, his mask breaking, lips curling into a beautiful smile. He likes it when that happens. Taebin doesn't smile like that for a lot of people.
His stomach does a funny thing again and he glances down too, looking at Puppy, then at a small hole in Taebin's jeans, a few lose threads hanging off the edges. He's reaching out and running his fingers over smooth, tanned skin before he even thinks about it. Taebin gives him weird urges, like when he eats too much sugar. He knows Taebin's eyes are on him but he doesn't look up, tracing random patterns on his thigh and pulling lightly on the loose threads. Then, all of a sudden, Taebin's arm is around him, warm and heavy on his shoulders, and when he raises his head Taebin's face is blank again but his eyes are smiling, and he really wants to kiss him.
So he does.
Pairing: Taebin/Se7en
Rating: PG
He's sitting on the floor in a quiet corner, with Puppy - Coco, he reminds himself again, but it's useless - lying on his lap, half-asleep, content to be petted. He can't remember the last time he was really alone. Even now, most of the family is just around the corner, their chatter reaching his ears. The past few weeks are a blurry mess of dance lessons, vocal training, recording, TV appearances, shooting and parties. He's exhausted. He's happy.
Puppy twitches in her sleep. He wonders if she's dreaming about Taebin. She likes Taebin a lot. He can relate. He can't really pinpoint when it happened, when he started noticing the way Taebin walks, the shape of his mouth, the veins standing out clearly on his neck when he sings. But he did, and now he can't stop.
He remembers going to a carnival with some older friends, years ago. They all wanted to try the big roller coaster, and he would have been too short for it, but he wore big shoes so it was okay. He remembers the way his stomach flip-flopped just before they were dropped abruptly down the highest slope, and how dizzy he'd been afterwards. Taebin kind of feels like that.
"Hey, Se7en."
The American drawl draws him out of his thoughts and his eyes focus on a pair of scuffed sneakers and ripped, faded denim. His stomach does a somersault as he looks up and grins. "Hi."
Puppy is awake now, because of Taebin's voice, or maybe the smell of his cologne or the sound of his footsteps. She yawns and makes a small, curious noise. Taebin smiles down at them and moves closer, sitting down lithely next to him, their knees brushing against each other. Puppy arfs happily and clambers into his lap, squirming to turn onto her back to get her belly scratched. Maybe if he does that, Taebin will scratch his belly too.
"I was think about you," he says to fill the silence. The verb comes out all wrong but Taebin will understand.
"Does that happen often, you sitting alone in a corner and thinking about me?" The reply is dry and mocking, but he can recognize the small wrinkles around Taebin's mouth that mean he's trying not to smile.
"... Maybe." He keeps grinning as he says it, and Taebin looks at him searchingly for a moment before tilting his head down, his mask breaking, lips curling into a beautiful smile. He likes it when that happens. Taebin doesn't smile like that for a lot of people.
His stomach does a funny thing again and he glances down too, looking at Puppy, then at a small hole in Taebin's jeans, a few lose threads hanging off the edges. He's reaching out and running his fingers over smooth, tanned skin before he even thinks about it. Taebin gives him weird urges, like when he eats too much sugar. He knows Taebin's eyes are on him but he doesn't look up, tracing random patterns on his thigh and pulling lightly on the loose threads. Then, all of a sudden, Taebin's arm is around him, warm and heavy on his shoulders, and when he raises his head Taebin's face is blank again but his eyes are smiling, and he really wants to kiss him.
So he does.