i wish you
rating: g
pairings: 93-line
wc: 714
i don't normally do specific requests because i can't brain that well, but creamismine asked for some rabin based on hingbon's bday video and i managed to think of a thing. i hope this is what you wanted???? :'v
title comes from the song "i wish you" by capsule.
"What'd you wish for?"
Hongbin looks up from the iPad, where he's been attempting to catch up on the hundreds of birthday greetings and mentions tagged #HappyBeanDay on Twitter. Wonshik taps the screen at the side of his feed, and Hongbin brings up the photo he uploaded earlier. His cake glows cheerfully in the darkness, cream and fruit swirl illuminated by twenty-two tiny, starbright points of light.
"If I tell you, it won't come true," he says matter-of-factly as the rapper settles next to him on the couch. His hair is damp and he still has a towel draped around his neck, and he leans into Hongbin like he's been doing all day long. Hongbin lets himself rest tiredly against Wonshik's shoulder - on any other day he'd already be passed out like everyone else.
Wonshik eyes him evenly. "So what'd you wish for?"
Hongbin laughs. Somehow, at some point, he'd picked up this whole emotional, artsy flower boy thing as part of his image. He doesn't mind - it works for him and the company likes it a lot, plus it's an excuse for him to bring his DSLR along everywhere - but while Hongbin does like art, is certainly handsome, and definitely has emotions, the truth is he's not much of a romantic. He thinks he stopped believing in the birthday wishes as a reliable investment around the same time he stopped believing in Santa Claus.
That doesn't mean he doesn't do it anyway. He remembers, two years ago, when Hakyeon had surprised him with another cake in the park near their dorm, how he'd blown out the candles while wishing more than anything that he'd be able to debut. He just also happens to remember busting his ass nonstop before and after to make it happen.
But Wonshik is his best friend and he's into that kind of stuff, shooting stars and soulmates and love at first sight - not impossible things, just unrealistic in Hongbin's opinion, and maybe that makes him kind of a wet blanket, but that's part of what he likes so much about Wonshik. Someone in the world needs to believe in fairy tales.
So Hongbin tells him. Even if he did believe, it's not like there's much chance of it coming true anyway.
"I wished," he says, shrugging, "that I could fall in love."
Wonshik's eyebrows quirk up.
"I know," Hongbin smirks. "Ironic coming from me, right?"
"Not really," Wonshik mumbles, looking back down at the photo. He zooms in with his fingers until the candles fill the screen.
"It's..." Hongbin stops himself from saying "stupid," because even though he knows Wonshik wouldn't take it personally, he's been trying to be better about blurting things out thoughtlessly, "...not practical," which isn't untrue either. It's not practical, with the way their lives are now. They all know this.
He takes Wonshik's silence as understanding, until Wonshik murmurs, rough baritone so low that Hongbin questions for a moment if he actually heard it at all, "What if it was me?"
And Hongbin pauses, and blinks, and considers, because what if it was Wonshik? He'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about it before - more than a few times since they've known each other - but somehow it had always seemed like even more unrealistic of a possibility, although for the life of him Hongbin can't think of why right now.
"Are you... confessing to me?" he asks slowly.
Wonshik shrugs, reaching up to mess with his earring, which, to Hongbin, is a clear giveaway that he's trying his hardest to be cool when he's really feeling anything but. Where their wrists are touching, Hongbin can feel Wonshik's pulse at a thousand kilometers per second.
"You should never gamble," he concludes under his breath.
"I should... huh?"
"Your- never mind." Hongbin shakes his head, suddenly feeling a little light. "Yes. If it were you, I- yes."
The iPad goes into sleep mode, candles disappearing and leaving the two of them in the quiet, near-pitch black of the dorm, but Hongbin closes his eyes anyway when he feels Wonshik shift, lips brushing nervously against his own a moment later. It's kind of romantic, Hongbin thinks, even if he's not, even if he still doesn't believe in birthday wishes.
But it's okay, because Wonshik is, and Wonshik believes, and Hongbin supposes that as long as someone does, maybe that's enough.
pairings: 93-line
wc: 714
i don't normally do specific requests because i can't brain that well, but creamismine asked for some rabin based on hingbon's bday video and i managed to think of a thing. i hope this is what you wanted???? :'v
title comes from the song "i wish you" by capsule.
"What'd you wish for?"
Hongbin looks up from the iPad, where he's been attempting to catch up on the hundreds of birthday greetings and mentions tagged #HappyBeanDay on Twitter. Wonshik taps the screen at the side of his feed, and Hongbin brings up the photo he uploaded earlier. His cake glows cheerfully in the darkness, cream and fruit swirl illuminated by twenty-two tiny, starbright points of light.
"If I tell you, it won't come true," he says matter-of-factly as the rapper settles next to him on the couch. His hair is damp and he still has a towel draped around his neck, and he leans into Hongbin like he's been doing all day long. Hongbin lets himself rest tiredly against Wonshik's shoulder - on any other day he'd already be passed out like everyone else.
Wonshik eyes him evenly. "So what'd you wish for?"
Hongbin laughs. Somehow, at some point, he'd picked up this whole emotional, artsy flower boy thing as part of his image. He doesn't mind - it works for him and the company likes it a lot, plus it's an excuse for him to bring his DSLR along everywhere - but while Hongbin does like art, is certainly handsome, and definitely has emotions, the truth is he's not much of a romantic. He thinks he stopped believing in the birthday wishes as a reliable investment around the same time he stopped believing in Santa Claus.
That doesn't mean he doesn't do it anyway. He remembers, two years ago, when Hakyeon had surprised him with another cake in the park near their dorm, how he'd blown out the candles while wishing more than anything that he'd be able to debut. He just also happens to remember busting his ass nonstop before and after to make it happen.
But Wonshik is his best friend and he's into that kind of stuff, shooting stars and soulmates and love at first sight - not impossible things, just unrealistic in Hongbin's opinion, and maybe that makes him kind of a wet blanket, but that's part of what he likes so much about Wonshik. Someone in the world needs to believe in fairy tales.
So Hongbin tells him. Even if he did believe, it's not like there's much chance of it coming true anyway.
"I wished," he says, shrugging, "that I could fall in love."
Wonshik's eyebrows quirk up.
"I know," Hongbin smirks. "Ironic coming from me, right?"
"Not really," Wonshik mumbles, looking back down at the photo. He zooms in with his fingers until the candles fill the screen.
"It's..." Hongbin stops himself from saying "stupid," because even though he knows Wonshik wouldn't take it personally, he's been trying to be better about blurting things out thoughtlessly, "...not practical," which isn't untrue either. It's not practical, with the way their lives are now. They all know this.
He takes Wonshik's silence as understanding, until Wonshik murmurs, rough baritone so low that Hongbin questions for a moment if he actually heard it at all, "What if it was me?"
And Hongbin pauses, and blinks, and considers, because what if it was Wonshik? He'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about it before - more than a few times since they've known each other - but somehow it had always seemed like even more unrealistic of a possibility, although for the life of him Hongbin can't think of why right now.
"Are you... confessing to me?" he asks slowly.
Wonshik shrugs, reaching up to mess with his earring, which, to Hongbin, is a clear giveaway that he's trying his hardest to be cool when he's really feeling anything but. Where their wrists are touching, Hongbin can feel Wonshik's pulse at a thousand kilometers per second.
"You should never gamble," he concludes under his breath.
"I should... huh?"
"Your- never mind." Hongbin shakes his head, suddenly feeling a little light. "Yes. If it were you, I- yes."
The iPad goes into sleep mode, candles disappearing and leaving the two of them in the quiet, near-pitch black of the dorm, but Hongbin closes his eyes anyway when he feels Wonshik shift, lips brushing nervously against his own a moment later. It's kind of romantic, Hongbin thinks, even if he's not, even if he still doesn't believe in birthday wishes.
But it's okay, because Wonshik is, and Wonshik believes, and Hongbin supposes that as long as someone does, maybe that's enough.