One-shot ; Still the Same.
Because it's such an exceptionally special day: 릭셩의 2009.02.17
Inspired by this.
Quite unpolished, though.
~*~*~*
One-shot ; Still the Same.
"He did it again."
An unknowing person would have thought it was said to no one in particular, to the empty house to chase silence away, or someone was just thinking aloud.
Alas.
"Who? What? Where?" Eric replied lazily from where he was currently perched, the blare from the laptop LCD giving odd shadows to his profile. He paused his attempt at a rap verse, putting the pencil he had been using to a rest, its tip blunt from many cross-outs and failed rhymes.
There was a ruffle near the door, a solid thump and in came Hyesung, his lanky frame was covered mostly by his long coat, face half-hidden with his dark brown sunglasses, hair kept flat by a white M-Wolf cap.
"Andy," Hyesung answered as he dropped the keys and shrugged off his clothing to reduce to just loose t-shirt and worn-out jeans, the typical recording and practicing attire.
Eric rolled the rotating chair towards the sofa, where Hyesung had taken refugee, limbs all stretched and filling the furniture whole, face-down.
"That didn't cover half of what I asked," Eric looked at the lump in front of him, his poking fingers earned a grunt from the other man.
"The [YaShimManMan] story, elaborated version," Hyesung put up his chin and took a peek at Eric, who had a grin on, indicating that he knew without being told which story it was. Hyesung let go a sigh, "You knew. Is it all over the news? Already?"
"Andy told me after they were done shooting," Eric's grin widened as he saw Hyesung took hold of a cushion to cloak his head and buried himself further into the soft covers. He waited a full minute before Hyesung decided to uncurl and sat up straight. "I called him when I got his message," Hyesung flipped open his handphone and passed it to him.
Eric laughed openly, mostly because of what he read - Hyung. Don't kill me. I love you. *hearteu chum* - but also because of the way Hyesung was reacting, though truthfully it was not much of a surprise. "He said it was such a cute story and that I should thank him for clearing up about our 'relationship'," Hyesung grumbled, sounding obviously like he could not believe his ears, "I don't see any cuteness in me being drunk.. and it's not like I confessed my love to you when I thought you were asleep-"
"Does that mean you don't love me?"
Hyesung felt like trashing the whole apartment, his frustrations were building up steadily, Eric was making it worse by ignoring the main point and twisting the conversation at the wrong timing-
"You're too stressed, Pilgyo."
He heard a chuckle as he finally looked up to meet a pair of calm brown eyes, currently tinted with a hint of amusement and more of.. 'Concern?' he finished in his head. The raging storm he felt previously was effectively halted. Eric smiled fondly, an appearance he usually kept private, at rare moments when he displayed his place as the eldest, "The fans will continue to love you. People will take notice. They will all come to respect your talent. Eventually."
He found himself being shoved up to his feet, guided gently to the dining table by hands secured around his waist. Hyesung could not find his voice at times like this, when Eric swiftly turned mature and read him like an open book. It still caught him unguarded after all these years.
"I'll have lunch with you tomorrow," Hyesung suddenly blurted under his breath, a plan materializing in his mind, stopping their walk, eyes locked unfocused at the neatly arranged dinner a few metres away.
"To celebrate the album's release?" Eric asked breezily from behind, totally pleased with himself to see Hyesung's former pressure dissipating slowly.
Hyesung turned to push him off with both hands, hard, taking the chance to sit himself quickly in front of the savoury food as Eric recovered from his lost balance.
"That.. and your birthday," Hyesung spoke as he spooned a meat from the kimchi jjigae to his mouth. Eric took his time to take his own seat in front of him, a confusion clear in his eyes but he kept mum as he fixed his gaze on Hyesung.
"Technically, it's still your birthday," Hyesung met his eyes, "American time."
Inspired by this.
Quite unpolished, though.
~*~*~*
One-shot ; Still the Same.
"He did it again."
An unknowing person would have thought it was said to no one in particular, to the empty house to chase silence away, or someone was just thinking aloud.
Alas.
"Who? What? Where?" Eric replied lazily from where he was currently perched, the blare from the laptop LCD giving odd shadows to his profile. He paused his attempt at a rap verse, putting the pencil he had been using to a rest, its tip blunt from many cross-outs and failed rhymes.
There was a ruffle near the door, a solid thump and in came Hyesung, his lanky frame was covered mostly by his long coat, face half-hidden with his dark brown sunglasses, hair kept flat by a white M-Wolf cap.
"Andy," Hyesung answered as he dropped the keys and shrugged off his clothing to reduce to just loose t-shirt and worn-out jeans, the typical recording and practicing attire.
Eric rolled the rotating chair towards the sofa, where Hyesung had taken refugee, limbs all stretched and filling the furniture whole, face-down.
"That didn't cover half of what I asked," Eric looked at the lump in front of him, his poking fingers earned a grunt from the other man.
"The [YaShimManMan] story, elaborated version," Hyesung put up his chin and took a peek at Eric, who had a grin on, indicating that he knew without being told which story it was. Hyesung let go a sigh, "You knew. Is it all over the news? Already?"
"Andy told me after they were done shooting," Eric's grin widened as he saw Hyesung took hold of a cushion to cloak his head and buried himself further into the soft covers. He waited a full minute before Hyesung decided to uncurl and sat up straight. "I called him when I got his message," Hyesung flipped open his handphone and passed it to him.
Eric laughed openly, mostly because of what he read - Hyung. Don't kill me. I love you. *hearteu chum* - but also because of the way Hyesung was reacting, though truthfully it was not much of a surprise. "He said it was such a cute story and that I should thank him for clearing up about our 'relationship'," Hyesung grumbled, sounding obviously like he could not believe his ears, "I don't see any cuteness in me being drunk.. and it's not like I confessed my love to you when I thought you were asleep-"
"Does that mean you don't love me?"
Hyesung felt like trashing the whole apartment, his frustrations were building up steadily, Eric was making it worse by ignoring the main point and twisting the conversation at the wrong timing-
"You're too stressed, Pilgyo."
He heard a chuckle as he finally looked up to meet a pair of calm brown eyes, currently tinted with a hint of amusement and more of.. 'Concern?' he finished in his head. The raging storm he felt previously was effectively halted. Eric smiled fondly, an appearance he usually kept private, at rare moments when he displayed his place as the eldest, "The fans will continue to love you. People will take notice. They will all come to respect your talent. Eventually."
He found himself being shoved up to his feet, guided gently to the dining table by hands secured around his waist. Hyesung could not find his voice at times like this, when Eric swiftly turned mature and read him like an open book. It still caught him unguarded after all these years.
"I'll have lunch with you tomorrow," Hyesung suddenly blurted under his breath, a plan materializing in his mind, stopping their walk, eyes locked unfocused at the neatly arranged dinner a few metres away.
"To celebrate the album's release?" Eric asked breezily from behind, totally pleased with himself to see Hyesung's former pressure dissipating slowly.
Hyesung turned to push him off with both hands, hard, taking the chance to sit himself quickly in front of the savoury food as Eric recovered from his lost balance.
"That.. and your birthday," Hyesung spoke as he spooned a meat from the kimchi jjigae to his mouth. Eric took his time to take his own seat in front of him, a confusion clear in his eyes but he kept mum as he fixed his gaze on Hyesung.
"Technically, it's still your birthday," Hyesung met his eyes, "American time."