beautiful; leo/hongbin
title: beautiful
pairing: leo/hongbin
genre: sugardripping fluff
rating: g
words: 486
summary: taekwoon awoke to a delighted cry of "hyuuuunnng!" that was coming from the living room.
a/n: written for lovely anna, who gave me the prompt leobin and anything cold/winter related, so I hope I did her beloved leobin justice. c:
Taekwoon awoke to a delighted cry of „Hyuuuuunng!“ that was coming from the living room, eyes still closed, head barely lifted from the covers he was lying in, face down. He sleepily scrunched his nose, trying to pry open his eyes to get any sense of orientation possible. He was barely halfway succeeding when the door to the bedroom flew open, revealing a very excited Hongbin.
“Hyung, get up! You have to come see this, get up!”
Taekwoon buried his face back down into the pillows, mumbling a tired ‘go away’. But Hongbin would have none of it, and before Taekwoon knew, he was being dragged from the warm, fluffy bed out into the bare living room, barely able to stand on his feet. Hongbin didn’t pay any attention to that though as he gently nudged Taekwoon forward, making him stand in front of the big window, turning to him with a huge smile on his face.
Taekwoon blinked, once, twice, thrice, eyes drifting from Hongbin’s dimples to the window and back. Still sleepy, one of his eyebrows lifted in confusion, not being able to register what the fuss was about.
“… What?”
Hongbin frowned slightly at Taekwoon’s lack of excitement, pointing at the window again in a somewhat annoyed motion. Taekwoon found that he’d have more of a right to be annoyed at this point.
“It’s snowing, hyung.”
Taekwoon’s eyes flickered back to the window and this time, actually looking past the glass and at the scenery outside, he registered the thick flocks of white drifting down onto the streets below. He was instantly mesmerized by the little flakes, shuffling a little closer to the window to stare at them. His fingers touched the cold glass softly, and only Hongbin’s arms around his middle kept Taekwoon from leaning his head against it, too.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Hongbin whispered into his ear, sending warmth down Taekwoon’s back. His eyes didn’t leave the scenery before him, attention still unwavering on the white layer that was starting to spread over the apartment complexes around them. He nodded simply once, his lips slightly parted as he leaned back against Hongbin to savor the heat that was warming his body from their hug.
“Almost as beautiful as you.”
The words were a simple whisper, barely audible but in the silence of their apartment they resounded loud enough for Hongbin’s ears to catch them. Taekwoon knew that if he turned around now, taking his eyes off of the snow that was changing the world outside, he would be able to see a dazzling smile break over Hongbin’s face, and his cheeks flushed slightly at the mere thought. He opted to stay like this, deep between Hongbin’s arms and securely wrapped against the younger’s chest, because Taekwoon knew that he was still too sleepy to be able to keep standing from the wobbly knees that the sight alone would give him.
pairing: leo/hongbin
genre: sugardripping fluff
rating: g
words: 486
summary: taekwoon awoke to a delighted cry of "hyuuuunnng!" that was coming from the living room.
a/n: written for lovely anna, who gave me the prompt leobin and anything cold/winter related, so I hope I did her beloved leobin justice. c:
Taekwoon awoke to a delighted cry of „Hyuuuuunng!“ that was coming from the living room, eyes still closed, head barely lifted from the covers he was lying in, face down. He sleepily scrunched his nose, trying to pry open his eyes to get any sense of orientation possible. He was barely halfway succeeding when the door to the bedroom flew open, revealing a very excited Hongbin.
“Hyung, get up! You have to come see this, get up!”
Taekwoon buried his face back down into the pillows, mumbling a tired ‘go away’. But Hongbin would have none of it, and before Taekwoon knew, he was being dragged from the warm, fluffy bed out into the bare living room, barely able to stand on his feet. Hongbin didn’t pay any attention to that though as he gently nudged Taekwoon forward, making him stand in front of the big window, turning to him with a huge smile on his face.
Taekwoon blinked, once, twice, thrice, eyes drifting from Hongbin’s dimples to the window and back. Still sleepy, one of his eyebrows lifted in confusion, not being able to register what the fuss was about.
“… What?”
Hongbin frowned slightly at Taekwoon’s lack of excitement, pointing at the window again in a somewhat annoyed motion. Taekwoon found that he’d have more of a right to be annoyed at this point.
“It’s snowing, hyung.”
Taekwoon’s eyes flickered back to the window and this time, actually looking past the glass and at the scenery outside, he registered the thick flocks of white drifting down onto the streets below. He was instantly mesmerized by the little flakes, shuffling a little closer to the window to stare at them. His fingers touched the cold glass softly, and only Hongbin’s arms around his middle kept Taekwoon from leaning his head against it, too.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Hongbin whispered into his ear, sending warmth down Taekwoon’s back. His eyes didn’t leave the scenery before him, attention still unwavering on the white layer that was starting to spread over the apartment complexes around them. He nodded simply once, his lips slightly parted as he leaned back against Hongbin to savor the heat that was warming his body from their hug.
“Almost as beautiful as you.”
The words were a simple whisper, barely audible but in the silence of their apartment they resounded loud enough for Hongbin’s ears to catch them. Taekwoon knew that if he turned around now, taking his eyes off of the snow that was changing the world outside, he would be able to see a dazzling smile break over Hongbin’s face, and his cheeks flushed slightly at the mere thought. He opted to stay like this, deep between Hongbin’s arms and securely wrapped against the younger’s chest, because Taekwoon knew that he was still too sleepy to be able to keep standing from the wobbly knees that the sight alone would give him.