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Four Drabbles
Donghae/Kyuhyun - PG
Henry/Siwon - PG13
Donghae/Sungmin - PG 13
Henry/Sungmin - PG
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Donghae feels most real in that short time between one day and the next when he can curl up in bed, Kyuhyun’s back to his chest, both of them tucked neat under the blankets in a sort of limbo where nothing else seems to exist. He tells Kyuhyun this one morning in the bathroom while brushing his teeth, and Kyuhyun raises an eyebrow at him through his daily facial scrub. Donghae withers a little at that look and doesn’t say things like that anymore. But it doesn’t stop him in the middle of the night, wide awake while Kyuhyun sleeps, tracing poems against his back and loving him so hard it hurts.
Henry sucks a breath in deep, teeth going cold as the air screams past. Fuck this, he thinks, fuck Korea and fuck China and fuck fucking Choi Siwon and his good looks and his smile and his eyes, goddamn it, and his folded hands and downturned head and murmured prayers every night before he goes to sleep. Henry watches him at night in the hotel room, tucked under his own blanket while Siwon prays, eyes shut soft but the look on his face so beatific that it reminds Henry of morning service back when he was little. The sun on his face, warm through the stained glass, he could almost believe in god, and it made him happy. Now though, watching Siwon pray, his heart aches and it’s enough to make him almost believe in love. Almost, but instead he feels like he's drowning in stained-glass sunlight and Siwon’s eyes.
Sungmin doesn't realize how much he misses Donghae until Donghae is back. Until Donghae slips under his covers in the middle of the night and presses freezing toes against his calves, wraps warm fingers around his wrist. There's a faint taste of alcohol when Donghae kisses him, pulls back to laugh breathlessly into his mouth, kisses him some more. Sungmin pretends this is a dream and kisses him back.
Later, Donghae curls into his side, head tucked between Sungmin's chin and shoulder. Sungmin presses his closed mouth against Donghae's hair, trying not to breathe. The stiller he is, he irrationalizes, the longer the moment will last.
He barely registers Donghae's whispers. "I've wanted this," he confesses against Sungmin's throat. Sungmin closes his eyes and lets himself smile. Maybe he has, too.
Leaving Canada for Korea had been hard, saying goodbye to high school friends he'd grown up with, moving on to a country where he couldn't speak the language, but one that could make him a star. He'd hugged his friends goodbye, very manly hugs of just the right length, and no one acknowledged the sheen of unshed tears in his eyes. He'd kissed his mom on the cheek and got on the plane with his back set tall and proud.
Leaving Korea for China is easy in comparison. Until the night before when Sungmin comes to say goodbye, sad smile on his face. They hug and he holds on a little longer than he should, and when they pull apart Sungmin doesn't let go of his arm. "Henry-" he says, voice soft and just a bit shaky. Then he tugs him close again, all pretense shoved aside. Henry lets his head rest on Sungmin's shoulder. Not quite so manly, but his high school friends aren't here to see. Nobody's there to see when Sungmin whispers into his hair- "Make me proud, yeah?"- and Henry lets himself cry.
Donghae/Kyuhyun - PG
Henry/Siwon - PG13
Donghae/Sungmin - PG 13
Henry/Sungmin - PG
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Donghae feels most real in that short time between one day and the next when he can curl up in bed, Kyuhyun’s back to his chest, both of them tucked neat under the blankets in a sort of limbo where nothing else seems to exist. He tells Kyuhyun this one morning in the bathroom while brushing his teeth, and Kyuhyun raises an eyebrow at him through his daily facial scrub. Donghae withers a little at that look and doesn’t say things like that anymore. But it doesn’t stop him in the middle of the night, wide awake while Kyuhyun sleeps, tracing poems against his back and loving him so hard it hurts.
Henry sucks a breath in deep, teeth going cold as the air screams past. Fuck this, he thinks, fuck Korea and fuck China and fuck fucking Choi Siwon and his good looks and his smile and his eyes, goddamn it, and his folded hands and downturned head and murmured prayers every night before he goes to sleep. Henry watches him at night in the hotel room, tucked under his own blanket while Siwon prays, eyes shut soft but the look on his face so beatific that it reminds Henry of morning service back when he was little. The sun on his face, warm through the stained glass, he could almost believe in god, and it made him happy. Now though, watching Siwon pray, his heart aches and it’s enough to make him almost believe in love. Almost, but instead he feels like he's drowning in stained-glass sunlight and Siwon’s eyes.
Sungmin doesn't realize how much he misses Donghae until Donghae is back. Until Donghae slips under his covers in the middle of the night and presses freezing toes against his calves, wraps warm fingers around his wrist. There's a faint taste of alcohol when Donghae kisses him, pulls back to laugh breathlessly into his mouth, kisses him some more. Sungmin pretends this is a dream and kisses him back.
Later, Donghae curls into his side, head tucked between Sungmin's chin and shoulder. Sungmin presses his closed mouth against Donghae's hair, trying not to breathe. The stiller he is, he irrationalizes, the longer the moment will last.
He barely registers Donghae's whispers. "I've wanted this," he confesses against Sungmin's throat. Sungmin closes his eyes and lets himself smile. Maybe he has, too.
Leaving Canada for Korea had been hard, saying goodbye to high school friends he'd grown up with, moving on to a country where he couldn't speak the language, but one that could make him a star. He'd hugged his friends goodbye, very manly hugs of just the right length, and no one acknowledged the sheen of unshed tears in his eyes. He'd kissed his mom on the cheek and got on the plane with his back set tall and proud.
Leaving Korea for China is easy in comparison. Until the night before when Sungmin comes to say goodbye, sad smile on his face. They hug and he holds on a little longer than he should, and when they pull apart Sungmin doesn't let go of his arm. "Henry-" he says, voice soft and just a bit shaky. Then he tugs him close again, all pretense shoved aside. Henry lets his head rest on Sungmin's shoulder. Not quite so manly, but his high school friends aren't here to see. Nobody's there to see when Sungmin whispers into his hair- "Make me proud, yeah?"- and Henry lets himself cry.