Scales /Midnight Walks
057. Scales
[Pairing] Donghae / Kyuhyun
[Rating] PG
[Genre] Fluff
[Word Count] 760
[Author's Note] Sorry for the lameness of this one. I tried finding so many ways to interpret this one, but in the end, this is what I got. *sigh* And fluff isn't exactly something that comes naturally to me, so...*fails*
(My Archive)
The scales of justice were supposed to be unbiased, fair in judgment, balanced and equal. But if that were the case, then why was Kyuhyun so much cuter than me? Why was he blessed with the adorable baby fat and the pretty hair and the long legs, while I was stuck with stupid Hae-hair, Hae-legs, and Hae-not-fat? For the first time in my life, I wished I had cute cheeks and that little bit of fat around the edges that just made people want to take care of you. It wasn’t fair that he was allowed to be so cute and I wasn’t.
I liked pouting to Heechul when no one else was around and tell him how much I envied the younger boy, but he would just laugh and ruffle my hair and tell me I was cute, then he would leave with this little smile on his face that told me he knew something I didn’t. That definitely didn’t help. He probably just thought the same thing.
Occasionally I would pout to Leeteuk about it, but he would just hug me and tell me that all the children of Super Junior were just as beautiful as each other and that I shouldn’t worry about it so much. Kangin rolled his eyes and threatened to knock me upside the head if I didn’t grow up, Shindong told me eating would help me put some weight on - I explained that I wanted a different kind of weight - and Sungmin just looked thoughtfully at me for a moment before telling me that Kyuhyun would grow out of being so cute. He added on at the end that Kyuhyun would actually turn out to be quite manly once all the traces of childhood were gone, and the slight flush on his cheeks showed exactly how he felt about that particular change.
I hit him upside the head and walked away. Great. Kyuhyun would go from being the adorable baby to being the hot, manly stud of the group. Great, just great. I pouted to Shiwon for a few minutes before Kyuhyun came home from shopping with Hankyung, beautiful smile on his face and looking just as baby-ish as ever. I glared at him even though he hardly glanced my way, which made me feel better for a few minutes, but didn’t really do much in the end.
“What’s so great about the baby anyway?” I pouted to Hyukjae as I curled up on his bed, hugging his pillow and waiting for him to pull his attention away from his computer, but he barely even acknowledged my presence. “Baby Kyuhyunnie and his cute baby fat. Why wasn’t life fair to me, too?” I sighed heavily, blowing my bangs off my forehead. Hyukjae still didn’t look at me. “What’s so great about the baby?”
That night, Kyuhyun found me sitting at the kitchen table holding a glass of milk with some oreos, idly munching on them. “Yo,” I said nonchalantly, hoping he would catch the tone that I wanted him to leave ASAP.
“Are…are you mad at me, hyung?” he asked tentatively, biting his lower lip while looking at the table where his fingers were clasped nervously in front of him. “Did I do something wrong?”
I tried to ignore the alluring pull this unfairly adorable boy had, but found that I couldn’t look away from his pretty face for long. “No.” I avoided his eyes, hoping he would leave it at that and not ask anymore questions, but of course it couldn’t go my way. Those silly scales of justice being tipped unfairly away from me again. He got up from his seat and sat beside me, holding my hand in his, ignoring the milk dripping off my fingers and the cookie crumbs on my fingertips.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said softly, leaning in close, so close, until I could see each of his individual eyelashes clearly.
“N-no, I haven’t.”
He smiled softly, an adorable smile that had all my joints turning into jelly. I wondered what he was going to say, if he was going to accuse me of hating him or if he was going to threaten me or something to that effect that wasn’t in his character at all, but he didn’t do anything of the sort. Instead, he leaned close enough for his lips to touch mine, a light brush at first that quickly turned into a firm pressing of his mouth on mine, and I instinctively kissed back.
Ah. So that’s what’s so great about the baby.
031. Midnight Walks
[Pairing] Shiwon / Ryeowook
[Rating] PG
[Genre] Fluff
[Word Count] 821
[Author's Note] Kekekekekekekekekekekkekekekekeke. Because cradle-robber!Shiwon is just too wonderful. ♥
Shiwon always went out for a walk every night after his roommate went to sleep. His roommate ran on a strict schedule, so it was never difficult to get away at the same time every night. 10:00, he would get home; 10:15 he would be eating dinner while watching TV; 10:30 he’d be in the shower; by 11:00, he’d be sound asleep in his bed, his ear buds tucked securely in his ears with some kind of classical music playing softly. And by 11:30, Shiwon would be out walking the familiar path to the park at the end of the street, one person and one destination in mind. It was quite a long street and it usually took him twenty minutes to get to the swings in the middle of that grassy field, so he always left a few minutes early to be sure to make it on time.
He stuffed his gloved hands into his overlarge jacket, tucking his chin deeper into the fur-trimmed collar in hopes of keeping his face just a bit warmer, and sped up his walk. He had left slightly late because of a late-running bus and an irritated roommate, and was kind of worried he wouldn’t be there before the other left, so he picked up his pace, silently hoping that he would wait. He knew the younger boy didn’t have as much time as Shiwon did, and he always tried to be respectful of that, never showing up late, and texting if he was going to be.
A car drove quickly past him, blowing cold air on him and making him scrunch his eyes shut until the air once again stilled around him. “The speed limit’s 20, bastard,” he muttered under his breath while shivering slightly in his jacket and looking up to see how far he had to go until he reached the park. He was close enough to see the swing set, but not quite close enough to see the boy sitting on the first swing, where he always sat while waiting for Shiwon. He started walking faster, anticipation getting his hopes up, just like every night.
He jogged across the street as he got closer, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he saw the chains of the swing moving back and forth, a shadowed figure seated on the first swing, just like always. He almost couldn’t contain himself from running as the boy got up and ran towards him, arms open and a smile on his face. “Ryeowook,” Shiwon whispered into the younger boy’s brunette hair, kissing the top of his head.
“Shiwon-ah,” he said back, his breath flowing warmly over his neck, and Shiwon pulled him in tighter, closer, holding their bodies together. It hadn’t been that long since they’d last seen each other, just over the weekend when Ryeowook could sneak out, but since all they got was an hour each week night at midnight, the time in between always felt like so much longer. Mondays were the longest wait, though.
Shiwon pulled away enough to capture Ryeowook’s lips in a kiss, feeling him give in like he always did, and loving every second their mouth were connected. “Ryeowook,” he breathed against his lips, smiling and looking into his eyes. “So come on, tell me, how was your first day back after Winter break? Is the ninth grade getting any better now that you’re starting the second semester?”
Ryeowook smiled back and laughed. “It’s alright. They still make fun of me for being too girly, but it’s not so bad now.” He kissed him again, reassuringly. “How’s college? What classes did you sign up for this semester?”
Shiwon absentmindedly rubbed Ryeowook’s back through the heavy hoodie he was wearing. “Oh, too many, probably. Let’s see…Chinese 302, advanced Calculus, honors Chemistry, and advanced biology with a focus in Anatomy.” He laughed, brushing his nose across Ryeowook’s. “Becoming a doctor isn’t easy.”
“You’re so smart, Shiwon-ah,” the young boy responded, tilting his head slightly to catch another kiss from the older man.
“Once you become a sophomore in college, you’ll be just as smart.” More kisses passed between them and Shiwon had to admit that this boy’s kisses could warm him up like no others. “Just don’t let high school get you down, alright? You’ve still got three and a half more years to go.” He looked into his eyes again and saw Ryeowook nod. “I love you, Ryeowook.”
“I love you, too, Shiwon-ah.” Another kiss. “You’ll meet me here tomorrow?”
“Of course.” Another.
“I’ll be waiting.”
“I know.” Another.
Saying good-bye was always the hardest part, but the promise of seeing the boy the next night always kept him going. His beautiful, fourteen-year-old Ryeowookie, always waiting for him, always there to greet him with warm kisses and embraces. He couldn’t wait for him to be old enough to move out so they could move in together.
[Pairing] Donghae / Kyuhyun
[Rating] PG
[Genre] Fluff
[Word Count] 760
[Author's Note] Sorry for the lameness of this one. I tried finding so many ways to interpret this one, but in the end, this is what I got. *sigh* And fluff isn't exactly something that comes naturally to me, so...*fails*
(My Archive)
The scales of justice were supposed to be unbiased, fair in judgment, balanced and equal. But if that were the case, then why was Kyuhyun so much cuter than me? Why was he blessed with the adorable baby fat and the pretty hair and the long legs, while I was stuck with stupid Hae-hair, Hae-legs, and Hae-not-fat? For the first time in my life, I wished I had cute cheeks and that little bit of fat around the edges that just made people want to take care of you. It wasn’t fair that he was allowed to be so cute and I wasn’t.
I liked pouting to Heechul when no one else was around and tell him how much I envied the younger boy, but he would just laugh and ruffle my hair and tell me I was cute, then he would leave with this little smile on his face that told me he knew something I didn’t. That definitely didn’t help. He probably just thought the same thing.
Occasionally I would pout to Leeteuk about it, but he would just hug me and tell me that all the children of Super Junior were just as beautiful as each other and that I shouldn’t worry about it so much. Kangin rolled his eyes and threatened to knock me upside the head if I didn’t grow up, Shindong told me eating would help me put some weight on - I explained that I wanted a different kind of weight - and Sungmin just looked thoughtfully at me for a moment before telling me that Kyuhyun would grow out of being so cute. He added on at the end that Kyuhyun would actually turn out to be quite manly once all the traces of childhood were gone, and the slight flush on his cheeks showed exactly how he felt about that particular change.
I hit him upside the head and walked away. Great. Kyuhyun would go from being the adorable baby to being the hot, manly stud of the group. Great, just great. I pouted to Shiwon for a few minutes before Kyuhyun came home from shopping with Hankyung, beautiful smile on his face and looking just as baby-ish as ever. I glared at him even though he hardly glanced my way, which made me feel better for a few minutes, but didn’t really do much in the end.
“What’s so great about the baby anyway?” I pouted to Hyukjae as I curled up on his bed, hugging his pillow and waiting for him to pull his attention away from his computer, but he barely even acknowledged my presence. “Baby Kyuhyunnie and his cute baby fat. Why wasn’t life fair to me, too?” I sighed heavily, blowing my bangs off my forehead. Hyukjae still didn’t look at me. “What’s so great about the baby?”
That night, Kyuhyun found me sitting at the kitchen table holding a glass of milk with some oreos, idly munching on them. “Yo,” I said nonchalantly, hoping he would catch the tone that I wanted him to leave ASAP.
“Are…are you mad at me, hyung?” he asked tentatively, biting his lower lip while looking at the table where his fingers were clasped nervously in front of him. “Did I do something wrong?”
I tried to ignore the alluring pull this unfairly adorable boy had, but found that I couldn’t look away from his pretty face for long. “No.” I avoided his eyes, hoping he would leave it at that and not ask anymore questions, but of course it couldn’t go my way. Those silly scales of justice being tipped unfairly away from me again. He got up from his seat and sat beside me, holding my hand in his, ignoring the milk dripping off my fingers and the cookie crumbs on my fingertips.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said softly, leaning in close, so close, until I could see each of his individual eyelashes clearly.
“N-no, I haven’t.”
He smiled softly, an adorable smile that had all my joints turning into jelly. I wondered what he was going to say, if he was going to accuse me of hating him or if he was going to threaten me or something to that effect that wasn’t in his character at all, but he didn’t do anything of the sort. Instead, he leaned close enough for his lips to touch mine, a light brush at first that quickly turned into a firm pressing of his mouth on mine, and I instinctively kissed back.
Ah. So that’s what’s so great about the baby.
031. Midnight Walks
[Pairing] Shiwon / Ryeowook
[Rating] PG
[Genre] Fluff
[Word Count] 821
[Author's Note] Kekekekekekekekekekekkekekekekeke. Because cradle-robber!Shiwon is just too wonderful. ♥
Shiwon always went out for a walk every night after his roommate went to sleep. His roommate ran on a strict schedule, so it was never difficult to get away at the same time every night. 10:00, he would get home; 10:15 he would be eating dinner while watching TV; 10:30 he’d be in the shower; by 11:00, he’d be sound asleep in his bed, his ear buds tucked securely in his ears with some kind of classical music playing softly. And by 11:30, Shiwon would be out walking the familiar path to the park at the end of the street, one person and one destination in mind. It was quite a long street and it usually took him twenty minutes to get to the swings in the middle of that grassy field, so he always left a few minutes early to be sure to make it on time.
He stuffed his gloved hands into his overlarge jacket, tucking his chin deeper into the fur-trimmed collar in hopes of keeping his face just a bit warmer, and sped up his walk. He had left slightly late because of a late-running bus and an irritated roommate, and was kind of worried he wouldn’t be there before the other left, so he picked up his pace, silently hoping that he would wait. He knew the younger boy didn’t have as much time as Shiwon did, and he always tried to be respectful of that, never showing up late, and texting if he was going to be.
A car drove quickly past him, blowing cold air on him and making him scrunch his eyes shut until the air once again stilled around him. “The speed limit’s 20, bastard,” he muttered under his breath while shivering slightly in his jacket and looking up to see how far he had to go until he reached the park. He was close enough to see the swing set, but not quite close enough to see the boy sitting on the first swing, where he always sat while waiting for Shiwon. He started walking faster, anticipation getting his hopes up, just like every night.
He jogged across the street as he got closer, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he saw the chains of the swing moving back and forth, a shadowed figure seated on the first swing, just like always. He almost couldn’t contain himself from running as the boy got up and ran towards him, arms open and a smile on his face. “Ryeowook,” Shiwon whispered into the younger boy’s brunette hair, kissing the top of his head.
“Shiwon-ah,” he said back, his breath flowing warmly over his neck, and Shiwon pulled him in tighter, closer, holding their bodies together. It hadn’t been that long since they’d last seen each other, just over the weekend when Ryeowook could sneak out, but since all they got was an hour each week night at midnight, the time in between always felt like so much longer. Mondays were the longest wait, though.
Shiwon pulled away enough to capture Ryeowook’s lips in a kiss, feeling him give in like he always did, and loving every second their mouth were connected. “Ryeowook,” he breathed against his lips, smiling and looking into his eyes. “So come on, tell me, how was your first day back after Winter break? Is the ninth grade getting any better now that you’re starting the second semester?”
Ryeowook smiled back and laughed. “It’s alright. They still make fun of me for being too girly, but it’s not so bad now.” He kissed him again, reassuringly. “How’s college? What classes did you sign up for this semester?”
Shiwon absentmindedly rubbed Ryeowook’s back through the heavy hoodie he was wearing. “Oh, too many, probably. Let’s see…Chinese 302, advanced Calculus, honors Chemistry, and advanced biology with a focus in Anatomy.” He laughed, brushing his nose across Ryeowook’s. “Becoming a doctor isn’t easy.”
“You’re so smart, Shiwon-ah,” the young boy responded, tilting his head slightly to catch another kiss from the older man.
“Once you become a sophomore in college, you’ll be just as smart.” More kisses passed between them and Shiwon had to admit that this boy’s kisses could warm him up like no others. “Just don’t let high school get you down, alright? You’ve still got three and a half more years to go.” He looked into his eyes again and saw Ryeowook nod. “I love you, Ryeowook.”
“I love you, too, Shiwon-ah.” Another kiss. “You’ll meet me here tomorrow?”
“Of course.” Another.
“I’ll be waiting.”
“I know.” Another.
Saying good-bye was always the hardest part, but the promise of seeing the boy the next night always kept him going. His beautiful, fourteen-year-old Ryeowookie, always waiting for him, always there to greet him with warm kisses and embraces. He couldn’t wait for him to be old enough to move out so they could move in together.