Thirteen: Premonition (Ocean's Eleven AU)
Title: Premonition
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Himchan/OMC
Summary: peeks into the past necessary to see the future
A/N: i don't even know what to say here ;A; but this is the tiny kimhim thing that i told you was on the agenda mischievousb
There’s something dizzying, Himchan thinks, about kissing Dongsun. Or maybe that’s just the adrenaline that’s coursing through both of them-shared when they share breaths, when they press matching smiles together lips catching lips. It’s the feeling of soaring sky high, elated and utterly satisfied with how much money is dripping into their account as they lay there, limbs tangled warmly and Dongsun draws back from Himchan’s mouth for just a moment to press a kiss against the younger man’s cheek. Himchan reaches a hand towards the sunlight that spills from the window of the hotel room and Dongsun’s hand soon follows, intertwining their fingers.
“So I got this one, right?” Himchan grins, eyes sliding over to meet the older man’s gaze.
Dongsun snorts. “Are you kidding?”
Himchan feels the grin widen, overtaking his entire face. He rolls his eyes playfully and rolls his body teasingly, landing on top of Dongsun with his legs splayed on either side of Dongsun’s waist. The older man leans back against the pillows, half-sitting, and neither care that their suits are getting wrinkled and creased. They won’t be wearing them for many more moments anyhow (with the new money, they’ll be buying more suits tomorrow anyhow). Himchan shrugs off his jacket before spreading his hands on Dongsun’s chest. “Are you kidding, hyung?” he counters.
An amused smile slips its way onto Dongsun’s lips, fingers reaching up to chuck Himchan’s chin in play before making their way to lightly guide his face down to Dongsun’s. When Himchan’s line of sight is filled completely with Dongsun’s dark, endless eyes, the older man softly-gently-carefully-hesitantly-kisses Himchan’s lips. The kiss lasts for barely a second, but the warmth lingers far after Dongsun pulls back to settle their gazes on each other again.
“What d’you want?” Dongsun asks after a moment of silence.
Himchan raises his eyebrows.
“With the money,” Dongsun clarifies. “Let me buy something for you.”
“I can buy my own shit,” Himchan laughs.
“With your money, right?” Dongsun thumbs Himchan’s cheek lightly. “Let me buy something for you with my share.”
Himchan laughs again-snorting. “That’s dumb,” and he hates a little how the affection leaks into his voice even now. His fingers idly trace patterns along the side of Dongsun’s jaw.
And Dongsun shoots him a crooked grin. “You make me dumb,” he shrugs. “Anyone looks dumb against a details man.”
“You sure it’s not just because you’re fucking madly, crazy in love with me?”
(another kiss-gentle and soft and hesitant all over again) “That, too,” Dongsun smiles.
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Himchan/OMC
Summary: peeks into the past necessary to see the future
A/N: i don't even know what to say here ;A; but this is the tiny kimhim thing that i told you was on the agenda mischievousb
There’s something dizzying, Himchan thinks, about kissing Dongsun. Or maybe that’s just the adrenaline that’s coursing through both of them-shared when they share breaths, when they press matching smiles together lips catching lips. It’s the feeling of soaring sky high, elated and utterly satisfied with how much money is dripping into their account as they lay there, limbs tangled warmly and Dongsun draws back from Himchan’s mouth for just a moment to press a kiss against the younger man’s cheek. Himchan reaches a hand towards the sunlight that spills from the window of the hotel room and Dongsun’s hand soon follows, intertwining their fingers.
“So I got this one, right?” Himchan grins, eyes sliding over to meet the older man’s gaze.
Dongsun snorts. “Are you kidding?”
Himchan feels the grin widen, overtaking his entire face. He rolls his eyes playfully and rolls his body teasingly, landing on top of Dongsun with his legs splayed on either side of Dongsun’s waist. The older man leans back against the pillows, half-sitting, and neither care that their suits are getting wrinkled and creased. They won’t be wearing them for many more moments anyhow (with the new money, they’ll be buying more suits tomorrow anyhow). Himchan shrugs off his jacket before spreading his hands on Dongsun’s chest. “Are you kidding, hyung?” he counters.
An amused smile slips its way onto Dongsun’s lips, fingers reaching up to chuck Himchan’s chin in play before making their way to lightly guide his face down to Dongsun’s. When Himchan’s line of sight is filled completely with Dongsun’s dark, endless eyes, the older man softly-gently-carefully-hesitantly-kisses Himchan’s lips. The kiss lasts for barely a second, but the warmth lingers far after Dongsun pulls back to settle their gazes on each other again.
“What d’you want?” Dongsun asks after a moment of silence.
Himchan raises his eyebrows.
“With the money,” Dongsun clarifies. “Let me buy something for you.”
“I can buy my own shit,” Himchan laughs.
“With your money, right?” Dongsun thumbs Himchan’s cheek lightly. “Let me buy something for you with my share.”
Himchan laughs again-snorting. “That’s dumb,” and he hates a little how the affection leaks into his voice even now. His fingers idly trace patterns along the side of Dongsun’s jaw.
And Dongsun shoots him a crooked grin. “You make me dumb,” he shrugs. “Anyone looks dumb against a details man.”
“You sure it’s not just because you’re fucking madly, crazy in love with me?”
(another kiss-gentle and soft and hesitant all over again) “That, too,” Dongsun smiles.