Little Darlin'
Pairing: Himup
Rating: G
Word-count: 1770
Description: TS trainees have a day off.
Himchan easily gets along with TS trainees, many as they are. No lie, he especially enjoys the company of a select few. However, none more than Moon Jongup.
Nothing better is the rare Saturday off, when his legs are achingly stiff- almost numb from the vibration uneven gravel sends up the pegs beneath his feet. When his fingers are digging into Jongup’s shoulders. Weaving in and out of traffic, easing into the bike lane when available. Down the posh residential streets- the pretty ones Himchan likes. Where the flourishing trees meet in the middle creating a blithe green canopy of a million tiny leaves, under which he could live forever.
Quintessential rays of sun burst through small cracks of the emerald ceiling, casting a bright veil over his eyes, kissing his face. Jongup’s back pressed close to his chest, warmth radiating from it- straight into his core. The rasping of wind rushing past his ears when Jongup unexpectedly stands to force more power into his cycling.
In those moments, on the back of Jongup’s bike, Himchan feels content enough to die. While he is still young and fresh. Even if he hasn’t accomplished all of his dreams, he feels full and complete.
---
“Play something cool, hyung!” Jongup grins, gesturing towards Himchan’s forgotten guitar bag. Himchan smiles back at him, thinking Jongup looks adorable wearing his fashionably faded grey hoodie, and fitted jeans- best of all his signature smile. The Han River, shimmering in the afternoon sun like a sea of treasure seems the perfect backdrop for such a demure creature. That along with the stretch of perfectly green grass beneath them- the softest carpet nature has to offer. The distant hum of couples, cyclists, and tourists alike are easily drowned out by the strumming of Himchan’s acoustic.
There is no need to even think about stress as Jongup rises up to dance along. Troubles melted away long ago, the minute he steadied himself on the back of Jongup’s mint green bicycle. The teen moves in an aggressive manner that does not agree with the country tune Himchan strums. Himchan doesn’t mind though, witnessing a comfortable and carefree Jongup. To him, there is more lilt and light in the kid than anyone could possibly comprehend.
Jongup continues his playful show of skill and athleticism, all the while Himchan laughs from deep within his chest. It’s been too long since that’s last happened. “It’s not that kind of song, Jongup-ah!”
Jongup beams at him in that special way and drops back onto the grass, facing him. “I’ll play another,” Himchan says, unconsciously (consciously) moving closer to Jongup. It would be nice if their knees would touch.
Himchan plays something a bit more simple and dulcet. Jongup watches his fingers- listens carefully. They’re both drawn into the soft melody, perhaps even each other. And Himchan doesn’t realize that his voice is airily leaving his throat. Not when Jongup is so near, staring straight into him. He can only pluck at strings and give Jongup all the attention that doesn’t require just that. It’s kind of easy, with Jongup’s sweet face being his focal point of admiration.
It’s everything.
Jongup is everything in these moments, too fleeting. Not to be disturbed by the soft yellow butterfly drifting by. Nor the mild, gentle breeze that has it’s way with his tousled locks. Himchan has a mind to wonder if he is allowed to be so bold as to imagine a vibrant poppy in the raven hair. If he can he be so forward as to propose some sort of forever.
“That’s different than what you usually play,” Jongup quietly notes.
“Did you like it?” Himchan asks, still a little lost in his eyes. Jongup nods. “It’s the first song I ever learned. The first my dad ever played for me.” Jongup smiles a delicate knowing smile. Himchan wonders if he can feel it too. The balmy felicity that settles inside of him when they are together. He doesn’t intend for his voice to be a whisper, “Here comes the sun.”
“Hmm?”
“That’s the song... You wanna try it?”
“I don’t think I’d be very good at it.”
“Do you you think I played Stairway To Heaven on my first try?”
“Huh?” Jongup doesn’t understand the bits of English Himchan is trying to articulate.
“Nevermind, here.” Himchan passes him the guitar and gets settled behind him. “Just like this, put your fingers here, and...here.” He guides Jongup’s awkward hands along the neck and over the sound hole.
---
It takes more effort than Himchan is actually willing to admit, and most of his instruction is wishful thinking- more specifically, infatuation.
“C D, C D. See? like that, it’s easy right?” He says eagerly. Jongup hesitantly nods, watching intently as Himchan takes up his earlier seat. A nervous smile is given before he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, focusing again on the instrument.
He struggles to play the chords he just learned. Meanwhile, Himchan sings along to help him keep the rhythm. “Little darlin’” he nods along, encouraging in broken English. He leans forward in anticipation of the most difficult part they’ve practiced. Only to be disappointed when Jongup stops abruptly, wringing his hands.
An apologetic look is not fitting for his face. But he feels a little uncomfortable with something that is so special to Himchan wrapped around him. “I can’t.”
“Keep going Jongup, you were doing good!”
“I’m really not good at it. I don’t want to mess up your special song.” He removes the strap and hands the guitar back to its owner. Himchan reluctantly takes it back.
“Alright, I’ll let you off this time. But I’ll teach you for sure.” He returns his instrument back to its case, opting out for the bag of snacks he brought instead. Of course all of Jongup’s favorites are there- accompanied by a few of his own. He rations out the forbidden sweets and salts accordingly. The boys then settle side-by-side to gaze out into the river together.
“Even though we practice music all the time, it’s kind of nice to be able to play around with it for fun, huh?” Jongup pipes, crunching on assorted nuts.
“Music is a solution for all problems,” Himchan replies easily. Jongup is a solution for all problems. He simply lifts Himchan’s spirit. Himchan hopes he knows that. That he is a safe haven for all his secrets.
Jongup doesn’t have to know to keep Himchan’s fears and desires locked away for no one to see. “You’re smart, hyung. You’ll have a lot of fans for sure.”
Himchan smiles softly, admiring Jongup’s profile. He is a marvelous sight even while drinking from an aluminum can. Himchan can almost taste the sweet, tangy orange soda bubbling on his own tongue. Before Jongup takes notice of his stare and deems him a creep, Himchan lies on his back.
---
Himchan relaxes, only indolently swatting in Jongup’s general direction when the teen plucks and propels blades of grass at him. This is very short lived as Jongup gets no satisfaction in Himchan’s lack of enthusiasm. Himchan is handed a charming weed as Jongup gives up and lies beside him. Himchan conceals a bashful smile by puckering his lips.
Blowing dandelions- watching tiny white needle puffs break apart in a wild disperse before floating away together, individually. Moving along aimlessly under the brilliant sun. Having his vision blurred in the way he loves so much. Barely seeing through the gems of light on his eyelashes. Closing his eyes while the spots of whatever he'd last seen create a kaleidoscope dream. It’s all even more beautiful with Jongup beside him.
Being carried away by the breeze was not a bad idea. The boys allow a drowsy aura to blanket over them. Eyes and thoughts drifting languidly. Hoping maybe their hands will accidently brush, whilst basking in the rarely afforded languor.
Few words are exchanged, however neither of them feel cheated. They possess lots of time to talk together. The serene moments of peaceful quiet are the special ones.
Himchan feels like something new is blooming in the garden that is his heart. Each time Jongup agreed to see him, another seedling sprouted. He feels like each time means more than the last. He hopes- no prays they will both make it through training. If he could live out his dream with Jongup by his side, that would be the ultimate life.
Before flashing lights, screaming fans, and sharing a stage with Jongup gets the best of him, Himchan forces himself upright. “We better get going, it’ll be dark soon.”
---
Of course the packing of the leftover treats is left to Himchan. It’s not so much packing as it is carrying the bag that he complains about.
“Hyung invests in you so much, the least you can do is get a basket to hold all the things I buy for you. Or you hold it, it’s bad enough I have to stand on the back.”
“Or hyung should invest in his own bike,” Jongup grins kicking the stand on his bike before hopping on, pedaling away.
“Jongup-ah!” Himchan gets to his feet in record time. Jongup continues to ride off while Himchan hastily throws his guitar over his shoulder running after him. “Hey- Stop! Jongup-ah!”
Jongup eventually slows down enough for Himchan to catch up and hop on. Himchan jokingly chokes him out before carefully wrapping an arm at a time around his torso. Something new. Jongup only slightly looks at him over his shoulder.
---
Himchan is fulfilled in some inexplicable way as evening sets in. Traffic slows and families settle in for supper. In Himchan’s opinion it’s the most calming part of the average day. His chin rests on Jongup’s shoulder. And the teen turns down a familiar block. Light illuminates each fancy lamp posts on the pretty street. Manicured lawns and a few brick fences- important people guarding their privacy. A cool gust of air sends a few fallen leaves rolling down the sidewalk. A contented sigh escapes Himchan.
“I love this street.”
“I know,” Jongup answers back. “Why do you think I always ride down it?” Himchan smiles relishing in the the vibration from Jongup’s voice running through him. The fact that he sometimes doesn’t have to say anything for Jongup to just know. “I’ll buy you a house here one day.”
“Wh-”
Himchan doesn’t get the chance to express his bewilderment when Jongup stands tall and quickly begins to pick up speed. His squeals are left, fading in the wind along with his boisterous laughter and “Jongup-ah!”
Rating: G
Word-count: 1770
Description: TS trainees have a day off.
Himchan easily gets along with TS trainees, many as they are. No lie, he especially enjoys the company of a select few. However, none more than Moon Jongup.
Nothing better is the rare Saturday off, when his legs are achingly stiff- almost numb from the vibration uneven gravel sends up the pegs beneath his feet. When his fingers are digging into Jongup’s shoulders. Weaving in and out of traffic, easing into the bike lane when available. Down the posh residential streets- the pretty ones Himchan likes. Where the flourishing trees meet in the middle creating a blithe green canopy of a million tiny leaves, under which he could live forever.
Quintessential rays of sun burst through small cracks of the emerald ceiling, casting a bright veil over his eyes, kissing his face. Jongup’s back pressed close to his chest, warmth radiating from it- straight into his core. The rasping of wind rushing past his ears when Jongup unexpectedly stands to force more power into his cycling.
In those moments, on the back of Jongup’s bike, Himchan feels content enough to die. While he is still young and fresh. Even if he hasn’t accomplished all of his dreams, he feels full and complete.
---
“Play something cool, hyung!” Jongup grins, gesturing towards Himchan’s forgotten guitar bag. Himchan smiles back at him, thinking Jongup looks adorable wearing his fashionably faded grey hoodie, and fitted jeans- best of all his signature smile. The Han River, shimmering in the afternoon sun like a sea of treasure seems the perfect backdrop for such a demure creature. That along with the stretch of perfectly green grass beneath them- the softest carpet nature has to offer. The distant hum of couples, cyclists, and tourists alike are easily drowned out by the strumming of Himchan’s acoustic.
There is no need to even think about stress as Jongup rises up to dance along. Troubles melted away long ago, the minute he steadied himself on the back of Jongup’s mint green bicycle. The teen moves in an aggressive manner that does not agree with the country tune Himchan strums. Himchan doesn’t mind though, witnessing a comfortable and carefree Jongup. To him, there is more lilt and light in the kid than anyone could possibly comprehend.
Jongup continues his playful show of skill and athleticism, all the while Himchan laughs from deep within his chest. It’s been too long since that’s last happened. “It’s not that kind of song, Jongup-ah!”
Jongup beams at him in that special way and drops back onto the grass, facing him. “I’ll play another,” Himchan says, unconsciously (consciously) moving closer to Jongup. It would be nice if their knees would touch.
Himchan plays something a bit more simple and dulcet. Jongup watches his fingers- listens carefully. They’re both drawn into the soft melody, perhaps even each other. And Himchan doesn’t realize that his voice is airily leaving his throat. Not when Jongup is so near, staring straight into him. He can only pluck at strings and give Jongup all the attention that doesn’t require just that. It’s kind of easy, with Jongup’s sweet face being his focal point of admiration.
It’s everything.
Jongup is everything in these moments, too fleeting. Not to be disturbed by the soft yellow butterfly drifting by. Nor the mild, gentle breeze that has it’s way with his tousled locks. Himchan has a mind to wonder if he is allowed to be so bold as to imagine a vibrant poppy in the raven hair. If he can he be so forward as to propose some sort of forever.
“That’s different than what you usually play,” Jongup quietly notes.
“Did you like it?” Himchan asks, still a little lost in his eyes. Jongup nods. “It’s the first song I ever learned. The first my dad ever played for me.” Jongup smiles a delicate knowing smile. Himchan wonders if he can feel it too. The balmy felicity that settles inside of him when they are together. He doesn’t intend for his voice to be a whisper, “Here comes the sun.”
“Hmm?”
“That’s the song... You wanna try it?”
“I don’t think I’d be very good at it.”
“Do you you think I played Stairway To Heaven on my first try?”
“Huh?” Jongup doesn’t understand the bits of English Himchan is trying to articulate.
“Nevermind, here.” Himchan passes him the guitar and gets settled behind him. “Just like this, put your fingers here, and...here.” He guides Jongup’s awkward hands along the neck and over the sound hole.
---
It takes more effort than Himchan is actually willing to admit, and most of his instruction is wishful thinking- more specifically, infatuation.
“C D, C D. See? like that, it’s easy right?” He says eagerly. Jongup hesitantly nods, watching intently as Himchan takes up his earlier seat. A nervous smile is given before he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, focusing again on the instrument.
He struggles to play the chords he just learned. Meanwhile, Himchan sings along to help him keep the rhythm. “Little darlin’” he nods along, encouraging in broken English. He leans forward in anticipation of the most difficult part they’ve practiced. Only to be disappointed when Jongup stops abruptly, wringing his hands.
An apologetic look is not fitting for his face. But he feels a little uncomfortable with something that is so special to Himchan wrapped around him. “I can’t.”
“Keep going Jongup, you were doing good!”
“I’m really not good at it. I don’t want to mess up your special song.” He removes the strap and hands the guitar back to its owner. Himchan reluctantly takes it back.
“Alright, I’ll let you off this time. But I’ll teach you for sure.” He returns his instrument back to its case, opting out for the bag of snacks he brought instead. Of course all of Jongup’s favorites are there- accompanied by a few of his own. He rations out the forbidden sweets and salts accordingly. The boys then settle side-by-side to gaze out into the river together.
“Even though we practice music all the time, it’s kind of nice to be able to play around with it for fun, huh?” Jongup pipes, crunching on assorted nuts.
“Music is a solution for all problems,” Himchan replies easily. Jongup is a solution for all problems. He simply lifts Himchan’s spirit. Himchan hopes he knows that. That he is a safe haven for all his secrets.
Jongup doesn’t have to know to keep Himchan’s fears and desires locked away for no one to see. “You’re smart, hyung. You’ll have a lot of fans for sure.”
Himchan smiles softly, admiring Jongup’s profile. He is a marvelous sight even while drinking from an aluminum can. Himchan can almost taste the sweet, tangy orange soda bubbling on his own tongue. Before Jongup takes notice of his stare and deems him a creep, Himchan lies on his back.
---
Himchan relaxes, only indolently swatting in Jongup’s general direction when the teen plucks and propels blades of grass at him. This is very short lived as Jongup gets no satisfaction in Himchan’s lack of enthusiasm. Himchan is handed a charming weed as Jongup gives up and lies beside him. Himchan conceals a bashful smile by puckering his lips.
Blowing dandelions- watching tiny white needle puffs break apart in a wild disperse before floating away together, individually. Moving along aimlessly under the brilliant sun. Having his vision blurred in the way he loves so much. Barely seeing through the gems of light on his eyelashes. Closing his eyes while the spots of whatever he'd last seen create a kaleidoscope dream. It’s all even more beautiful with Jongup beside him.
Being carried away by the breeze was not a bad idea. The boys allow a drowsy aura to blanket over them. Eyes and thoughts drifting languidly. Hoping maybe their hands will accidently brush, whilst basking in the rarely afforded languor.
Few words are exchanged, however neither of them feel cheated. They possess lots of time to talk together. The serene moments of peaceful quiet are the special ones.
Himchan feels like something new is blooming in the garden that is his heart. Each time Jongup agreed to see him, another seedling sprouted. He feels like each time means more than the last. He hopes- no prays they will both make it through training. If he could live out his dream with Jongup by his side, that would be the ultimate life.
Before flashing lights, screaming fans, and sharing a stage with Jongup gets the best of him, Himchan forces himself upright. “We better get going, it’ll be dark soon.”
---
Of course the packing of the leftover treats is left to Himchan. It’s not so much packing as it is carrying the bag that he complains about.
“Hyung invests in you so much, the least you can do is get a basket to hold all the things I buy for you. Or you hold it, it’s bad enough I have to stand on the back.”
“Or hyung should invest in his own bike,” Jongup grins kicking the stand on his bike before hopping on, pedaling away.
“Jongup-ah!” Himchan gets to his feet in record time. Jongup continues to ride off while Himchan hastily throws his guitar over his shoulder running after him. “Hey- Stop! Jongup-ah!”
Jongup eventually slows down enough for Himchan to catch up and hop on. Himchan jokingly chokes him out before carefully wrapping an arm at a time around his torso. Something new. Jongup only slightly looks at him over his shoulder.
---
Himchan is fulfilled in some inexplicable way as evening sets in. Traffic slows and families settle in for supper. In Himchan’s opinion it’s the most calming part of the average day. His chin rests on Jongup’s shoulder. And the teen turns down a familiar block. Light illuminates each fancy lamp posts on the pretty street. Manicured lawns and a few brick fences- important people guarding their privacy. A cool gust of air sends a few fallen leaves rolling down the sidewalk. A contented sigh escapes Himchan.
“I love this street.”
“I know,” Jongup answers back. “Why do you think I always ride down it?” Himchan smiles relishing in the the vibration from Jongup’s voice running through him. The fact that he sometimes doesn’t have to say anything for Jongup to just know. “I’ll buy you a house here one day.”
“Wh-”
Himchan doesn’t get the chance to express his bewilderment when Jongup stands tall and quickly begins to pick up speed. His squeals are left, fading in the wind along with his boisterous laughter and “Jongup-ah!”