Us, forever
Title: Us, forever
Pairing: Siwon/hangeng
Genre: fluff?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: a moment, a love, a dream, a laugh, a kiss, a cry...with you
Word Count: 1461
A/N: THIS IS FOR MY SHIHAN FAMILY who always kills me for writing so much kyuhan, here is pure shihan~ and because i love pic prompts, inspired by:
Us,forever
a moment
hangeng picks siwon up from the airport and he welcomes the younger man with a toothy smile and a tight hug, taking the small carry-on luggage despite siwon's protests.
they squeeze into a taxi and siwon insists on having hangeng sit next to him, so they shove the luggage into the front seat and hangeng points out various landmarks as they pass them by- a temple for prayer and fortune telling, the biggest shopping complex that heechul and sungmin will never leave if they came, a little restaurant that sells really good samgyeopsal.
siwon finds everything fascinating and a part of him is already making plans to go to everywhere hangeng had pointed out. right now though, all he can focus on is the way his hyung is smiling and the way hangeng’s hand touches his arm every time he finds something else to show siwon.
then hangeng turns and smiles at him, both eyes twinkling, lips stretching back over teeth and a there’s a peek of tongue and siwon forgets all about what’s outside the taxi.
a love
he walks into hangeng’s room and siwon grins knowing that he is the first of their friends to be here. He’s still looking insanely delighted, when hangeng walks in, carrying a tray of dumplings. the older man raises an eyebrow, but just shakes his head with a smile.
they sit cross legged on the floor of hangeng’s room, because siwon didn’t want to move and siwon was eating the dumplings with a gusto that hangeng has never seen before. back in korea, siwon always ate the slowest and most carefully, a bite followed by a dab of the napkin, a sip of drink, some conversation, another small bite. now siwon was chewing heartily, a whole dumpling in his mouth as he grins at hangeng, dimples flashing.
siwon asks who made it, the dumplings; if han mama could teach him and hangeng blushes as he murmurs that it was him. there’s only silence and when he looks up, siwon is still chewing, only slower, much slower; as if tasting and savouring every the love he put in. hangeng stares at his chopsticks, mildly embarrassed, but strangely happy
siwon feels like it’s hard to swallow all of a sudden and he chokes with some emotion he doesn’t really understand. it’s not gratitude, not just that and it’s not just happiness either; it’s something he’s never been taught and all siwon knows is that he wants to smile and cry at the same time.
a dream
they lie on hangeng’s double bed, watching shinwa performances, siwon chewing on his lips as he thinks about what they’ll have to do one day. Hangeng is following the movements intently, body moving in these tiny shifts as he tries to mimick the choreography without kicking siwon.
"what if I’m not good enough," siwon blurts out and his eyes widen as he realized what he just said, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
hangeng jerks to face him so fast he almost gets whiplash, eyes huge and mouth slack, "what?"
siwon mumbles something about ‘never mind’ and ‘not really, it’s just that you’re so good-’, but hangeng is grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at the older man. Hangeng’s grip on his chin isn’t painful, but it’s not soft either, and siwon feels his stomach drop out as hangeng tells him that without siwon, the hangeng in korea would have stopped dancing a long time ago.
siwon chokes on nothing but the meaning of those words and he thinks it’s worth more than any of the compliments his father or his teachers have ever given him.
you have a beautiful, bold dream, ge ge…I’m going to walk with you towards it.
hangeng turns and gazes at him softly, lips parted slightly, as if he knew exactly what siwon just thought, “both our dreams, okay?”
siwon can only nod.
a laugh
hangeng drags siwon out with promises of buying him lunch and a quick detour to the zoo if they have time. he takes siwon to the restaurant with the good samgyeopsal and a ‘show me how’ and a ‘you’re really good, siwon-ah’ later, somehow siwon ends up the one cooking all the meat. he flips over the last piece and pouts at the winning smile hangeng flashes him, chewing blissfully the whole while.
siwon gives up pretending to be angry and scoops up a piece and holds it out to the older man, hangeng’s eyes softening and a fond laugh escaping as siwon fed him like a child.
hangeng makes it up to him by taking him to the zoo and the theme park, going on all the rides and buying fairyfloss and corndogs, taking photos and reading maps. they stumble home at ten past twelve and collapse onto the bed without taking off their clothes. siwon sneaks one look at the older man sprawled on the bed, unconsciously snuggling his face into siwon’s bicep and he falls asleep halfway through a smile.
(he dreams about elephants and chopsticks and the way hangeng looks with his mouth full of samgyeopsal and caught in a laugh)
a kiss
it’s raining like the heavens have split and siwon sits back to back with hangeng in a rotunda in the middle of the park. there’s no one around so hangeng tilts his head back against siwon’s shoulder, humming softly to the song playing in both their ears (the chinese man had laughed at siwon’s courage for stealing heechul’s earphones).
siwon is twirling a flower he had picked up from before; daffodils he notes and somewhere in his mind he remembers that it means you’re the only one. he wonders if it means something on this day where it feels like there’s no one else in this world but them.
he doesn’t realize he’s playing with hangeng’s hair, until the weight on his shoulder shift and suddenly something coils in his stomach, because hangeng was staring at him like he’s never seen him before and with each passing moment, siwon was becoming more and more aware of the warm moisture against his neck.
then just as his hand moves to tilt hangeng’s head back further, the body against his shift and siwon finds his lips covered but silky warmth. vaguely he registers a hand gripping the back of his head and another clutching at his shirt, but siwon is too shocked and overwhelmed by the fact that hangeng was kissing him, not heechul, not jaejoong, but him, that he doesn’t even compute the horrified, naked fear in the older man’s eyes as he pulls away as if burnt.
siwon is still gasping into hangeng’s mouth, completely frozen when he realizes that hangeng is no longer in his arms but rather speeding off into the rain with a choked mianeh!
it takes him a whole minute to come to his senses and siwon spends the next hour and a half searching through the foreign streets, the heavy rain doing nothing to wash away his guilt and self-disgust.
(he thinks that beijing is no where near as wonderful without hangeng leading him by the hand)
a cry
he wonders what he would do if he was hangeng and they were in korea and it takes him all of 17 seconds to start running. he would never leave hangeng alone no matter what issue they had
siwon finds hangeng back at the rotunda, head in his hands, knees pulled up, looking much more like a child than usual. even as he approaches, he can hear the soft sobs wracking the slim body and when his head jerks up as siwon touches his arm, his eyes are red and he looks absolutely miserable.
“shiyuan!” hangeng quickly throws his arms around him, only to pull back immediately, eyes shuttering and hands held out in front of him, “s-sorry, i didn’t mean, i-”
siwon doesn’t hesitate or freeze this time and he quickly catches the thin wrist and with a firm tug, pulls the chinese man into his arms. don’t run, he whispers into hangeng’s ear and in the same breath, i want to hold you forever.
hangeng goes stock still in his arms and siwon takes the opportunity to mould their bodies even closer, so there was no space, no air; no doubts, no secrets (nothing) between them. “d-do you feel the same way?”
there’s a pause and siwon can feel hangeng tensing up, so he runs his hands up and down the dancer’s back soothingly, “I don’t know if it’s love…” he cups that beautiful face and takes those soft lips between his own, lashes fluttering as he whispers into hangeng’s mouth, “but I don’t know what else it could be…”
there’s a hand threading through his hair and this time, siwon doesn’t hesitate to lose himself completely in this strange park in this strange city
(in this strange, beautiful man)
//
Pairing: Siwon/hangeng
Genre: fluff?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: a moment, a love, a dream, a laugh, a kiss, a cry...with you
Word Count: 1461
A/N: THIS IS FOR MY SHIHAN FAMILY who always kills me for writing so much kyuhan, here is pure shihan~ and because i love pic prompts, inspired by:
Us,forever
a moment
hangeng picks siwon up from the airport and he welcomes the younger man with a toothy smile and a tight hug, taking the small carry-on luggage despite siwon's protests.
they squeeze into a taxi and siwon insists on having hangeng sit next to him, so they shove the luggage into the front seat and hangeng points out various landmarks as they pass them by- a temple for prayer and fortune telling, the biggest shopping complex that heechul and sungmin will never leave if they came, a little restaurant that sells really good samgyeopsal.
siwon finds everything fascinating and a part of him is already making plans to go to everywhere hangeng had pointed out. right now though, all he can focus on is the way his hyung is smiling and the way hangeng’s hand touches his arm every time he finds something else to show siwon.
then hangeng turns and smiles at him, both eyes twinkling, lips stretching back over teeth and a there’s a peek of tongue and siwon forgets all about what’s outside the taxi.
a love
he walks into hangeng’s room and siwon grins knowing that he is the first of their friends to be here. He’s still looking insanely delighted, when hangeng walks in, carrying a tray of dumplings. the older man raises an eyebrow, but just shakes his head with a smile.
they sit cross legged on the floor of hangeng’s room, because siwon didn’t want to move and siwon was eating the dumplings with a gusto that hangeng has never seen before. back in korea, siwon always ate the slowest and most carefully, a bite followed by a dab of the napkin, a sip of drink, some conversation, another small bite. now siwon was chewing heartily, a whole dumpling in his mouth as he grins at hangeng, dimples flashing.
siwon asks who made it, the dumplings; if han mama could teach him and hangeng blushes as he murmurs that it was him. there’s only silence and when he looks up, siwon is still chewing, only slower, much slower; as if tasting and savouring every the love he put in. hangeng stares at his chopsticks, mildly embarrassed, but strangely happy
siwon feels like it’s hard to swallow all of a sudden and he chokes with some emotion he doesn’t really understand. it’s not gratitude, not just that and it’s not just happiness either; it’s something he’s never been taught and all siwon knows is that he wants to smile and cry at the same time.
a dream
they lie on hangeng’s double bed, watching shinwa performances, siwon chewing on his lips as he thinks about what they’ll have to do one day. Hangeng is following the movements intently, body moving in these tiny shifts as he tries to mimick the choreography without kicking siwon.
"what if I’m not good enough," siwon blurts out and his eyes widen as he realized what he just said, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
hangeng jerks to face him so fast he almost gets whiplash, eyes huge and mouth slack, "what?"
siwon mumbles something about ‘never mind’ and ‘not really, it’s just that you’re so good-’, but hangeng is grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at the older man. Hangeng’s grip on his chin isn’t painful, but it’s not soft either, and siwon feels his stomach drop out as hangeng tells him that without siwon, the hangeng in korea would have stopped dancing a long time ago.
siwon chokes on nothing but the meaning of those words and he thinks it’s worth more than any of the compliments his father or his teachers have ever given him.
you have a beautiful, bold dream, ge ge…I’m going to walk with you towards it.
hangeng turns and gazes at him softly, lips parted slightly, as if he knew exactly what siwon just thought, “both our dreams, okay?”
siwon can only nod.
a laugh
hangeng drags siwon out with promises of buying him lunch and a quick detour to the zoo if they have time. he takes siwon to the restaurant with the good samgyeopsal and a ‘show me how’ and a ‘you’re really good, siwon-ah’ later, somehow siwon ends up the one cooking all the meat. he flips over the last piece and pouts at the winning smile hangeng flashes him, chewing blissfully the whole while.
siwon gives up pretending to be angry and scoops up a piece and holds it out to the older man, hangeng’s eyes softening and a fond laugh escaping as siwon fed him like a child.
hangeng makes it up to him by taking him to the zoo and the theme park, going on all the rides and buying fairyfloss and corndogs, taking photos and reading maps. they stumble home at ten past twelve and collapse onto the bed without taking off their clothes. siwon sneaks one look at the older man sprawled on the bed, unconsciously snuggling his face into siwon’s bicep and he falls asleep halfway through a smile.
(he dreams about elephants and chopsticks and the way hangeng looks with his mouth full of samgyeopsal and caught in a laugh)
a kiss
it’s raining like the heavens have split and siwon sits back to back with hangeng in a rotunda in the middle of the park. there’s no one around so hangeng tilts his head back against siwon’s shoulder, humming softly to the song playing in both their ears (the chinese man had laughed at siwon’s courage for stealing heechul’s earphones).
siwon is twirling a flower he had picked up from before; daffodils he notes and somewhere in his mind he remembers that it means you’re the only one. he wonders if it means something on this day where it feels like there’s no one else in this world but them.
he doesn’t realize he’s playing with hangeng’s hair, until the weight on his shoulder shift and suddenly something coils in his stomach, because hangeng was staring at him like he’s never seen him before and with each passing moment, siwon was becoming more and more aware of the warm moisture against his neck.
then just as his hand moves to tilt hangeng’s head back further, the body against his shift and siwon finds his lips covered but silky warmth. vaguely he registers a hand gripping the back of his head and another clutching at his shirt, but siwon is too shocked and overwhelmed by the fact that hangeng was kissing him, not heechul, not jaejoong, but him, that he doesn’t even compute the horrified, naked fear in the older man’s eyes as he pulls away as if burnt.
siwon is still gasping into hangeng’s mouth, completely frozen when he realizes that hangeng is no longer in his arms but rather speeding off into the rain with a choked mianeh!
it takes him a whole minute to come to his senses and siwon spends the next hour and a half searching through the foreign streets, the heavy rain doing nothing to wash away his guilt and self-disgust.
(he thinks that beijing is no where near as wonderful without hangeng leading him by the hand)
a cry
he wonders what he would do if he was hangeng and they were in korea and it takes him all of 17 seconds to start running. he would never leave hangeng alone no matter what issue they had
siwon finds hangeng back at the rotunda, head in his hands, knees pulled up, looking much more like a child than usual. even as he approaches, he can hear the soft sobs wracking the slim body and when his head jerks up as siwon touches his arm, his eyes are red and he looks absolutely miserable.
“shiyuan!” hangeng quickly throws his arms around him, only to pull back immediately, eyes shuttering and hands held out in front of him, “s-sorry, i didn’t mean, i-”
siwon doesn’t hesitate or freeze this time and he quickly catches the thin wrist and with a firm tug, pulls the chinese man into his arms. don’t run, he whispers into hangeng’s ear and in the same breath, i want to hold you forever.
hangeng goes stock still in his arms and siwon takes the opportunity to mould their bodies even closer, so there was no space, no air; no doubts, no secrets (nothing) between them. “d-do you feel the same way?”
there’s a pause and siwon can feel hangeng tensing up, so he runs his hands up and down the dancer’s back soothingly, “I don’t know if it’s love…” he cups that beautiful face and takes those soft lips between his own, lashes fluttering as he whispers into hangeng’s mouth, “but I don’t know what else it could be…”
there’s a hand threading through his hair and this time, siwon doesn’t hesitate to lose himself completely in this strange park in this strange city
(in this strange, beautiful man)
//