365::Thach Doesn't Do Comfort
Title: Thach Doesn't Do Comfort
Pairing: Thach (S.T) / Tronie
Rating: PG
Length: 1,396 words
Disclaimer: cute fluff with comfort
Thach paused his washing of one of the pans, hand frozen mid scrub. The other members had went out to their respective rooms, leaving him alone in the kitchen. Curiously, he turned the faucet off and lightly padded to the door of the kitchen, glasses slightly askew when he tilted his head in confusion. All was quiet in the dorm, but he could have sworn he had heard someone.
Wiping his still wet hands on his jeans, he walked out into the hallway and peered into the living room. No one was watching tv or even sitting on the couch, the place was empty. Pushing up his glasses, he looked to the closed doors leading to the dining room and bathroom.
'Maybe someone's in the bathroom?' he thought while creeping towards the door. Leaning forward with his ear pressed against the hard surface, he finally heard a muffled retching noise. "Ew," he mumbled while taking a step back away from the door. Thach made a face at the nasty image the noises brought to mind.
Shaking his head with a grimace, he turned to go back to his chore but the sound of a sob halted his movements. Whoever was in there was crying and he now felt a little guilty for selfishly ignoring them. Chewing on his lip, Thach walked closer to the door again and weakly raised his fist to knock. 'If they're sick I should probably make sure they're ok…' he decided as his knuckles rapped against the wood.
Quickly the sound of the toilet flushing and someone turning on the sink followed. "Um… are you alright in there?" Thach asked to the door, feeling a little stupid for not being more thoughtful. Splashing noises and a watery "yes" replied back, alarming him at how small the other sounded. Without preamble his hand was turning the surprisingly unlocked doorknob, opening to the sight of a red eyed Tronie.
"I-I said I was alright," he mumbled with lowered eyes, his fringe hiding his face. Tronie clearly had been trying to wash his face, the hem of his shirt soaked and stray drops dripping down his chin. Nervously, he wiped his mouth and refusing to meet the concerned gaze looking him over. Thach scratched the nape of his neck, awkwardly shuffling his feet before finally reaching out a hand to the other's shoulder.
"You don't seem alright," he gave the bony shoulder a squeeze, "are you sick?" Having moved closer, he could see the lingering moisture on his lashes and the downward quirk of his mouth. Tronie looked so uncharacteristically unhappy, no smile or grin in sight. Fearfully Thach stepped closer and placed his other hand on a cold elbow, absentmindedly rubbing the skin to warm him.
The silence surrounding them made him frown and grip the other tighter, pulling him a little closer. "I heard you puking," he finally admitted, wishing he was better with words, "Was it Jun's cooking?" His own question made him pause and think that what if the food really was bad. They would all be getting sick soon, right?
"No!" Tronie replied with a hurried breath, making him seem almost like his old self again. Quietly he finished, "No…" and this new Tronie was back again. Blinking slowly, he looked upon the grimacing face of his best friend with eyes of distaste. He really didn't like seeing him like this, he shouldn't be seeing him like this. He slid his arms fully around the other, giving him a side hug and pressing his cheek against Tronie's.
"Then tell me whats wrong, I don't like this," he mumbled from the way their faces smushed together. He knew his cute act was stupid and probably not working, but it usually put a smile on Tronie's face. 'I really suck at this comfort thing,' he mentally concluded when the other replied by turning his face away.
"Your glasses were hurting my face," he admitted quietly and then looked back quick enough that Thach's lips brushed the skin in front of his face. He blinked a few times, lips tingling from the half kiss he accidentally gave Tronie's cheek. "Um…" he dumbly said.
"I wasn't sick, exactly," he said, ignoring the weird moment that happened, that is happening, between them. "I can't eat fish after having choked on a bone once as a kid," he admitted with a rush. "Its dumb that it still bothers me but I can't stand seafood after that." During his explanation, Tronie's hands came up to hold onto the arm across his chest, trying to ground himself. Shyly he looked up, "I'm sorry if it worried you so much."
The hair falling into his face was more alluring than Thach could believe, his hand coming up on its own accord to brush it away. He blushed and mentally cursed his own hand for betraying him. "Why didn't you tell anyone… you wouldn't have had to eat the fish at dinner," he finally spoke, trying to act like this whole situation was normal, like they were back in the studio dancing to lucifer or any of the songs Tronie gushes about.
"I didn't want to seem so picky," he mumbled and fiddled with the folds on Thach's sleeve. "I'm embarrassed by it," he added. Thach struggled not to shake the other, 'You're so dumb' he wanted to say but in the end he breathed out, "You're so cute."
Realization made his heart skip a beat and his face reddened further, "Pretend I didn't just say that…" he moaned pathetically. Tronie's hand flew up to his mouth, barely muffling his laughter echoing in the tiled bathroom. Unable to resist, he retaliated by shaking the other and wailing, "Stop laughing!"
Thach hated to be laughed at, especially since he's the one normally laughing at everyone else. The tables being turned frustrated him to no end. "I really mean it, stop laughing!" Tronie squirmed in his hold, breaking free to bend over the sink and grasp his aching sides. Huffing, Thach's ears turned red and he defiantly glared at the other.
Grinning up at him, Tronie looked back to his normal self again. His fringe was in his face again, but Thach could still see the crinkling eyes and the big teeth he has come to look upon with fondness. "Are you done laughing at me?" he nearly pouted, ears still red. Tronie bit his lip and wiped his hair out of his face, unconsciously pulling at Thach's heartstrings.
'That damn hair,' he thought when a piece fell right out of place soon after, 'I hate that hair.' Practically crowding the other against the sink, he brushed the stray hair back into its proper place, "You're driving me crazy, you and that damn hair and those damn teeth…" Tronie tilted his head, staring at the other and almost begging him to do something he'll regret. His resolve was broken when the rebellious strands fell out of place again.
Kissing Tronie was nothing he ever imagined he would be doing, never ever. The soft lips pressing back against his own was a surprise too. 'Where in the hell did this come from?' he thought before sliding his hand in the evil hair that started all of this strangeness. His fingers tangled in the strands and he shakily breathed out of his nose.
They pulled away slowly, Thach staring at the lips he just kissed and making himself look cross eyed. The mouth he was staring out stretched into another grin and his eyes flickered up. "What?" he finally asked, confused. "We're both really dumb," he stated and poked him in the chest. "I'm not sure who the bigger idiot is though."
At his dumbfounded, jaw dropped expression, Tronie easily stepped out of the other's hold. "Don't you have chores you need to finish?" he asked with a smile. 'Oh he is so evil,' Thach thought while glaring at him.
"I hate you, I hate your hair, I hate your teeth, I hate your laugh…" he grumbled while following the other back into the kitchen. "Don't hate me yet," Tronie replied while grabbing a towel from the counter, "I'll dry, you wash."
Sighing, he pushed his glasses up and settled in front of the sink. 'At least I won't have to do this damn thing alone.'
Pairing: Thach (S.T) / Tronie
Rating: PG
Length: 1,396 words
Disclaimer: cute fluff with comfort
Thach paused his washing of one of the pans, hand frozen mid scrub. The other members had went out to their respective rooms, leaving him alone in the kitchen. Curiously, he turned the faucet off and lightly padded to the door of the kitchen, glasses slightly askew when he tilted his head in confusion. All was quiet in the dorm, but he could have sworn he had heard someone.
Wiping his still wet hands on his jeans, he walked out into the hallway and peered into the living room. No one was watching tv or even sitting on the couch, the place was empty. Pushing up his glasses, he looked to the closed doors leading to the dining room and bathroom.
'Maybe someone's in the bathroom?' he thought while creeping towards the door. Leaning forward with his ear pressed against the hard surface, he finally heard a muffled retching noise. "Ew," he mumbled while taking a step back away from the door. Thach made a face at the nasty image the noises brought to mind.
Shaking his head with a grimace, he turned to go back to his chore but the sound of a sob halted his movements. Whoever was in there was crying and he now felt a little guilty for selfishly ignoring them. Chewing on his lip, Thach walked closer to the door again and weakly raised his fist to knock. 'If they're sick I should probably make sure they're ok…' he decided as his knuckles rapped against the wood.
Quickly the sound of the toilet flushing and someone turning on the sink followed. "Um… are you alright in there?" Thach asked to the door, feeling a little stupid for not being more thoughtful. Splashing noises and a watery "yes" replied back, alarming him at how small the other sounded. Without preamble his hand was turning the surprisingly unlocked doorknob, opening to the sight of a red eyed Tronie.
"I-I said I was alright," he mumbled with lowered eyes, his fringe hiding his face. Tronie clearly had been trying to wash his face, the hem of his shirt soaked and stray drops dripping down his chin. Nervously, he wiped his mouth and refusing to meet the concerned gaze looking him over. Thach scratched the nape of his neck, awkwardly shuffling his feet before finally reaching out a hand to the other's shoulder.
"You don't seem alright," he gave the bony shoulder a squeeze, "are you sick?" Having moved closer, he could see the lingering moisture on his lashes and the downward quirk of his mouth. Tronie looked so uncharacteristically unhappy, no smile or grin in sight. Fearfully Thach stepped closer and placed his other hand on a cold elbow, absentmindedly rubbing the skin to warm him.
The silence surrounding them made him frown and grip the other tighter, pulling him a little closer. "I heard you puking," he finally admitted, wishing he was better with words, "Was it Jun's cooking?" His own question made him pause and think that what if the food really was bad. They would all be getting sick soon, right?
"No!" Tronie replied with a hurried breath, making him seem almost like his old self again. Quietly he finished, "No…" and this new Tronie was back again. Blinking slowly, he looked upon the grimacing face of his best friend with eyes of distaste. He really didn't like seeing him like this, he shouldn't be seeing him like this. He slid his arms fully around the other, giving him a side hug and pressing his cheek against Tronie's.
"Then tell me whats wrong, I don't like this," he mumbled from the way their faces smushed together. He knew his cute act was stupid and probably not working, but it usually put a smile on Tronie's face. 'I really suck at this comfort thing,' he mentally concluded when the other replied by turning his face away.
"Your glasses were hurting my face," he admitted quietly and then looked back quick enough that Thach's lips brushed the skin in front of his face. He blinked a few times, lips tingling from the half kiss he accidentally gave Tronie's cheek. "Um…" he dumbly said.
"I wasn't sick, exactly," he said, ignoring the weird moment that happened, that is happening, between them. "I can't eat fish after having choked on a bone once as a kid," he admitted with a rush. "Its dumb that it still bothers me but I can't stand seafood after that." During his explanation, Tronie's hands came up to hold onto the arm across his chest, trying to ground himself. Shyly he looked up, "I'm sorry if it worried you so much."
The hair falling into his face was more alluring than Thach could believe, his hand coming up on its own accord to brush it away. He blushed and mentally cursed his own hand for betraying him. "Why didn't you tell anyone… you wouldn't have had to eat the fish at dinner," he finally spoke, trying to act like this whole situation was normal, like they were back in the studio dancing to lucifer or any of the songs Tronie gushes about.
"I didn't want to seem so picky," he mumbled and fiddled with the folds on Thach's sleeve. "I'm embarrassed by it," he added. Thach struggled not to shake the other, 'You're so dumb' he wanted to say but in the end he breathed out, "You're so cute."
Realization made his heart skip a beat and his face reddened further, "Pretend I didn't just say that…" he moaned pathetically. Tronie's hand flew up to his mouth, barely muffling his laughter echoing in the tiled bathroom. Unable to resist, he retaliated by shaking the other and wailing, "Stop laughing!"
Thach hated to be laughed at, especially since he's the one normally laughing at everyone else. The tables being turned frustrated him to no end. "I really mean it, stop laughing!" Tronie squirmed in his hold, breaking free to bend over the sink and grasp his aching sides. Huffing, Thach's ears turned red and he defiantly glared at the other.
Grinning up at him, Tronie looked back to his normal self again. His fringe was in his face again, but Thach could still see the crinkling eyes and the big teeth he has come to look upon with fondness. "Are you done laughing at me?" he nearly pouted, ears still red. Tronie bit his lip and wiped his hair out of his face, unconsciously pulling at Thach's heartstrings.
'That damn hair,' he thought when a piece fell right out of place soon after, 'I hate that hair.' Practically crowding the other against the sink, he brushed the stray hair back into its proper place, "You're driving me crazy, you and that damn hair and those damn teeth…" Tronie tilted his head, staring at the other and almost begging him to do something he'll regret. His resolve was broken when the rebellious strands fell out of place again.
Kissing Tronie was nothing he ever imagined he would be doing, never ever. The soft lips pressing back against his own was a surprise too. 'Where in the hell did this come from?' he thought before sliding his hand in the evil hair that started all of this strangeness. His fingers tangled in the strands and he shakily breathed out of his nose.
They pulled away slowly, Thach staring at the lips he just kissed and making himself look cross eyed. The mouth he was staring out stretched into another grin and his eyes flickered up. "What?" he finally asked, confused. "We're both really dumb," he stated and poked him in the chest. "I'm not sure who the bigger idiot is though."
At his dumbfounded, jaw dropped expression, Tronie easily stepped out of the other's hold. "Don't you have chores you need to finish?" he asked with a smile. 'Oh he is so evil,' Thach thought while glaring at him.
"I hate you, I hate your hair, I hate your teeth, I hate your laugh…" he grumbled while following the other back into the kitchen. "Don't hate me yet," Tronie replied while grabbing a towel from the counter, "I'll dry, you wash."
Sighing, he pushed his glasses up and settled in front of the sink. 'At least I won't have to do this damn thing alone.'