Rediscovery
Title: Rediscovery
Pairing: HimDae (Himchan/Daehyun)
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff (yup you read that right)
Length: 1,083
Type: Oneshot
Summary: Himchan needs to trust people more.
Note: Written in a fit of confused HimDae feels. I just needed to let everything out.
The skin in between Himchan’s ring finger and pinky itches, it bothers Himchan all day. That is until night draws in and the plaster is removed from the bind and the fingers on his right hand are momentarily set free. Himchan curses the heavens for his misfortune, spite heavy on his tongue but Jongup reassures him no one blames him for anything and he stops worrying a little. Himchan unwinds the last thread of his bandage and his skin basks in the sudden breeze of freedom. He relieves the itch and he swears he couldn’t have been any happier that day.
He makes himself a cup of coffee, grateful to see Youngjae in the kitchen busy finishing a book on his iPad. He asks him for help with the sugar because his left hand is a bastard that has no proper sense of teaspoon measurement. Youngjae puts in just the right amount and Himchan tips his cup over to him.
“What are you reading anyway? You’ve been at it all afternoon.”
Stage lights, crowd cheers, annoying make-up, too flashy costumes and PD-nims are left behind as they end their latest promotions and Himchan feels happier to have company, even if it meant moping around the house alone during the earlier half of the day because all the other members are busy catching up on much-needed sleep. He doesn’t hold them against it and instead he looks forward to the afternoons because during afternoons, the six of them are one yet again.
“Oh this? Something I found online a few days ago. A fan tweeted me about it, said it was a good read and so far it’s alright.”
Himchan misses reading but he doesn’t jump right into it, because much like anything he is ever passionate about he gives it time to grow, time to realize its relevance so Himchan doesn’t have to give it up the first onset of hostility. He remembers how long it took him to agree to a three-hundred-sixty degree flip from the traditional musician to a bone-breaking, rapport-building, image-maintaining idol set out in the elegant jungle that is the world of entertainment. He sticks to his strategy and doesn’t ask Youngjae any further about the book. He doesn’t know when he finishes his coffee but he does.
Himchan asks Junhong about Yongguk when the younger walks in on him drying his hair from an evening shower.
“He’s in the studio, I think. Probably working on a new song.”
Himchan would normally admire Yongguk’s passion, pride himself as a close friend of someone with revered talent but when it’s almost midnight and Himchan needs Yongguk’s hands in putting his bandage back he forgets all that is great in him. Himchan never let anyone touch his hand except Yongguk. Jongup had once offered to help but Himchan brushes him away with a smile and a promise of taking him to the convenience store for dumplings and who was Jongup to say no to dumplings.
“You should trust them more, you know.” Yongguk finishes the paper tape cleanly over the flaps and tucks everything back into the first aid kit. “I’m pretty sure Jongup wouldn’t cut through your flesh if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“You don’t think I know that?” Himchan tests the bind out, and like every time it’s perfect. He thinks Yongguk would’ve made a brilliant doctor. “I just don’t want them to see me weak. I’m their hyung, I should be the one wrapping up their bandages and treating their cuts from dance practice and costumes with spikes and sharp-edged seams.” Himchan takes the kit off the bedside table and slides it underneath the bed.
“You have to stop being too hard on yourself, Himchan. You can be all that when you’re better but right now, I think Jongup wants a bit more time with his favorite hyung and you can’t hold that from him.”
Himchan thinks again how Yongguk would be a horrible doctor, because in Himchan’s logic doctors should somehow know how to sugar-coat and not be too blunt. Not everyone wants to hear what they have to.
It’s almost bed time and he hears the members agreeing on the order of using the shower through a friendly game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. He guesses Junhong wins by the shrill ring of Victory bouncing off the walls. The game continues and the order is decided - Jongup goes next, Youngjae follows, and Daehyun goes last. Himchan knows for a fact Daehyun hates going last.
“Oh, hey hyung. I thought you were asleep.” Daehyun finds Himchan on the edge of his bed, fumbling with the roll of plaster loosely clasped between his thighs. “Did… you need some help?”
“I’m fine.” Himchan bites onto one edge of the bandage and measures it with his memory, raggedly snapping it off with scissors that were never meant for his left hand. He grunts. It’s the fifth time he messes it up.
“Are you sure?” Daehyun is a feet away and he doesn’t come any closer because he knows where his boundaries are with a sensitive, frustrated Kim Himchan. But Himchan misses for the sixth time and Daehyun throws all care out the window.
“Let me help you, hyung.”
“I’m fine, I can do this Daehyun.” Himchan is barely holding onto the scissors when Daehyun swipes them away.
“No you’re not. Let me do it okay?”
Himchan wishes it was Yongguk instead of Daehyun, because at least then he wouldn’t look so small and fragile. Daehyun sits next to Himchan as he takes his hand and Himchan half-heartedly places it on Daehyun’s thighs. Daehyun is gentle, and Himchan is surprised but that’s something he’d never admit.
“Is this enough length?” Daehyun holds it up and Himchan nods, first out of reflex and need to end the embarrassment but eventually simply because Daehyun did get it right. And Daehyun gets it right each time with every roll of the bandage, each fragment of the strip clasping around his hand perfectly. Daehyun gets to the edge and places the paper tape smoothly over it. Himchan thinks it’s almost the same, maybe even better than how Yongguk does it.
“Thanks, Daehyun.”
Daehyun smiles as he places the contents back in the kit and under the bed.
Youngjae calls his name from outside the room and he slings the towel over his shoulder.
“You’re welcome, hyung.”
Himchan begins to trust the hand that pats him gently on his left shoulder before leaving for the shower.
Pairing: HimDae (Himchan/Daehyun)
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff (yup you read that right)
Length: 1,083
Type: Oneshot
Summary: Himchan needs to trust people more.
Note: Written in a fit of confused HimDae feels. I just needed to let everything out.
The skin in between Himchan’s ring finger and pinky itches, it bothers Himchan all day. That is until night draws in and the plaster is removed from the bind and the fingers on his right hand are momentarily set free. Himchan curses the heavens for his misfortune, spite heavy on his tongue but Jongup reassures him no one blames him for anything and he stops worrying a little. Himchan unwinds the last thread of his bandage and his skin basks in the sudden breeze of freedom. He relieves the itch and he swears he couldn’t have been any happier that day.
He makes himself a cup of coffee, grateful to see Youngjae in the kitchen busy finishing a book on his iPad. He asks him for help with the sugar because his left hand is a bastard that has no proper sense of teaspoon measurement. Youngjae puts in just the right amount and Himchan tips his cup over to him.
“What are you reading anyway? You’ve been at it all afternoon.”
Stage lights, crowd cheers, annoying make-up, too flashy costumes and PD-nims are left behind as they end their latest promotions and Himchan feels happier to have company, even if it meant moping around the house alone during the earlier half of the day because all the other members are busy catching up on much-needed sleep. He doesn’t hold them against it and instead he looks forward to the afternoons because during afternoons, the six of them are one yet again.
“Oh this? Something I found online a few days ago. A fan tweeted me about it, said it was a good read and so far it’s alright.”
Himchan misses reading but he doesn’t jump right into it, because much like anything he is ever passionate about he gives it time to grow, time to realize its relevance so Himchan doesn’t have to give it up the first onset of hostility. He remembers how long it took him to agree to a three-hundred-sixty degree flip from the traditional musician to a bone-breaking, rapport-building, image-maintaining idol set out in the elegant jungle that is the world of entertainment. He sticks to his strategy and doesn’t ask Youngjae any further about the book. He doesn’t know when he finishes his coffee but he does.
Himchan asks Junhong about Yongguk when the younger walks in on him drying his hair from an evening shower.
“He’s in the studio, I think. Probably working on a new song.”
Himchan would normally admire Yongguk’s passion, pride himself as a close friend of someone with revered talent but when it’s almost midnight and Himchan needs Yongguk’s hands in putting his bandage back he forgets all that is great in him. Himchan never let anyone touch his hand except Yongguk. Jongup had once offered to help but Himchan brushes him away with a smile and a promise of taking him to the convenience store for dumplings and who was Jongup to say no to dumplings.
“You should trust them more, you know.” Yongguk finishes the paper tape cleanly over the flaps and tucks everything back into the first aid kit. “I’m pretty sure Jongup wouldn’t cut through your flesh if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“You don’t think I know that?” Himchan tests the bind out, and like every time it’s perfect. He thinks Yongguk would’ve made a brilliant doctor. “I just don’t want them to see me weak. I’m their hyung, I should be the one wrapping up their bandages and treating their cuts from dance practice and costumes with spikes and sharp-edged seams.” Himchan takes the kit off the bedside table and slides it underneath the bed.
“You have to stop being too hard on yourself, Himchan. You can be all that when you’re better but right now, I think Jongup wants a bit more time with his favorite hyung and you can’t hold that from him.”
Himchan thinks again how Yongguk would be a horrible doctor, because in Himchan’s logic doctors should somehow know how to sugar-coat and not be too blunt. Not everyone wants to hear what they have to.
It’s almost bed time and he hears the members agreeing on the order of using the shower through a friendly game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. He guesses Junhong wins by the shrill ring of Victory bouncing off the walls. The game continues and the order is decided - Jongup goes next, Youngjae follows, and Daehyun goes last. Himchan knows for a fact Daehyun hates going last.
“Oh, hey hyung. I thought you were asleep.” Daehyun finds Himchan on the edge of his bed, fumbling with the roll of plaster loosely clasped between his thighs. “Did… you need some help?”
“I’m fine.” Himchan bites onto one edge of the bandage and measures it with his memory, raggedly snapping it off with scissors that were never meant for his left hand. He grunts. It’s the fifth time he messes it up.
“Are you sure?” Daehyun is a feet away and he doesn’t come any closer because he knows where his boundaries are with a sensitive, frustrated Kim Himchan. But Himchan misses for the sixth time and Daehyun throws all care out the window.
“Let me help you, hyung.”
“I’m fine, I can do this Daehyun.” Himchan is barely holding onto the scissors when Daehyun swipes them away.
“No you’re not. Let me do it okay?”
Himchan wishes it was Yongguk instead of Daehyun, because at least then he wouldn’t look so small and fragile. Daehyun sits next to Himchan as he takes his hand and Himchan half-heartedly places it on Daehyun’s thighs. Daehyun is gentle, and Himchan is surprised but that’s something he’d never admit.
“Is this enough length?” Daehyun holds it up and Himchan nods, first out of reflex and need to end the embarrassment but eventually simply because Daehyun did get it right. And Daehyun gets it right each time with every roll of the bandage, each fragment of the strip clasping around his hand perfectly. Daehyun gets to the edge and places the paper tape smoothly over it. Himchan thinks it’s almost the same, maybe even better than how Yongguk does it.
“Thanks, Daehyun.”
Daehyun smiles as he places the contents back in the kit and under the bed.
Youngjae calls his name from outside the room and he slings the towel over his shoulder.
“You’re welcome, hyung.”
Himchan begins to trust the hand that pats him gently on his left shoulder before leaving for the shower.