[fic] Full Circle
//Pairing//: Chansung x Wooyoung
//Prompt//: Full Circle
//Rating//: PG-13, I guess.
//Summary//: Chansung lies in the grass and gazes at the sky to relax.
//Word Count//: 902 words
//Author's Note//: Found this one lurking amongst some old emails. Never posted anywhere, because it was one of the fruits of the One Day prompt generator. Originally written for comicbookending.
Daisy chains are like little floral promises that can't be broken, the boy thinks, as he sits alone in the park, the early spring breeze gently caressing his hair. He lies on his back amongst the tall grass, both hands cradling his head as he watches the clouds pass by. On his knee rests a chain of daisies, their stalks hastily braided together in a tiny circlet of transient beauty.
"Chansung! Chansung-ah! Where are you?"
He hears the familiar voice, borne along by the wind, its register slightly higher than usual, transposed by what seems like a tinge of worry. Chansung sits up, his daydreaming interrupted, running his fingers through his long hair, unsettling a couple of blades of grass that had previously taken up residence in his crowning glory.
The sound of hurried footsteps draws nearer, and over the grassy knoll appears the worried face of another youth. "Hwang Chansung, what were you thinking, sneaking off like that...?" He frowns slightly, hands on his hips in a petulant gesture. "We've been looking."
"Hyung, you fuss too much," Chansung chuckles, drawing both knees close to his chest as he looks up at the older boy. He is right, he thinks, in deciding that the other worries too much, hemming and hawing like a mother hen looking after her chicks. Not like he doesn't tell him on a regular basis though, he rationalises, and keeps the teasing to himself, which is just as well, because by now Wuyoung has clambered and skidded over to him, sneakers kicking up shards of grass and tiny clods of mud as he descends.
"What's so fun about being here? It's high up, slanted and potentially dangerous..." Wooyoung's voice still carries a tinge of resentment, presumably from being left behind, Chansung thinks. He resumes his position, prostrate on the cool ground, and gently closes his eyes. "But it's also quiet, serene, and potentially thought-provoking, hyung." he says, a self-satisfied smile on his lips as he feels the vague warmth of the sun's rays on his face. It is warm for this time of year, and the boy who loves the great outdoors has taken his chances, venturing outside on his own whenever he can, just to get a breath of fresh air.
In fact, this was how he found this place - on one of his little expeditions. In fact, he remembers, with a twinge of nostalgia...
"I found this place the last time I ran away from you, hyung." he says, finally opening his eyes again, his gaze returning to the fluffy cloud shapes that are wisping across the sapphire-blue sky. "Funny, because no matter how many times I sneak away, we always end up together, huh?"
Wooyoung turns to look at his companion, before lying down next to him to try and gain perspective, both hands cradled behind his head as well. "Did you? Well, I guess that's some consolation." he pauses for a second, chuckling before speaking again. "You know, that you found this place. Cool." He falls silent, his voice stopped in his throat, there being no real words that can fill the air between them. He kicks off his sneakers, wiggling his toes against the cool, cool grass, when his fingers brush against the soft, velvety-ness of a petal.
"What is..." he raises his head slightly to get a closer look, picking Chansung's daisy chain up between his thumb and forefinger. He raises an eyebrow and looks to the other with a questioning look. "You do this... in your free time?"
He doesn't get a reply, because the tall, lanky youth has fallen asleep, lids closed, breathing gentle against the calm blue of the sky. Wooyoung's expression softens, and he looks at the daisy chain that he holds in his outstretched palm. Quietly, he shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, before reaching over to place the circlet of flowers next to Chansung's head. The younger boy's breath tickles the white petals as he breathes in, out, in, out, and despite himself, Wooyoung smiles, his previous bout of mild annoyance forgotten. Leaning ever-so-slightly closer, he presses his lips quickly against the cool smoothness of Chansung's cheek, before pulling away.
"You're right. No matter how many times you sneak away, we always end up together, Chansung."
The younger boy makes a funny sound and murmurs something quietly. "...promise, hyung?"
There is a pause. "Promise."
With that, he smiles to himself, turns and gets to his feet. Taking one last look at the bright blue sky, Wooyoung stretches and puts his hands in his jeans pockets, before scaling the slope to rejoin the rest, humming an indeterminable tune as he goes. The baby will be just fine where he is.
Only when Wooyoung's footsteps die away does Chansung open his eyes again, his dark brown eyes searching the skies as the breeze continues to blow. He smiles, almost knowingly, before his eyelids flutter again, and he drifts off, with a self-satisfied smile that is not at all unfamiliar.
Daisy chains are like little floral promises that can't be broken, the boy thinks, as he sits alone in the park, the early spring breeze gently caressing his hair. He lies on his back amongst the tall grass, both hands cradling his head as he watches the clouds pass by. By his head rests a chain of daisies, placed there, he decides, by a wonderful, wonderful man.