Postman [1/1]
Title: Postman [1/1]
Fandom: U-KISS
Pairing: Sooseop / Soohyun x Kiseop
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Soohyun, a lonely postman, meets the new boy in town
Notes: Junbros and Junseung fics to follow
Wednesday 10th November
He looks down, 5 Letters for Mr Lee, Kiseop, the new occupant of 7 green blossom drive. Stepping forwards, Soohyun raises a gloved hand towards the poetically green door, hand clenched to rasp his knuckles when the door swings open. There's a flash of blonde and a jolting pain against his chest. He stumbles backwards, tripping off the porch to land flat on his ass. The ache in his chest increases, a pair of sharp elbows collide with his ribs and a slender hip bone rubs against his thigh. He cracks open his eyes, thick blonde hair swarming his vision.
'God, I'm so sorry!' There's a rustling and the pain in gone, but the halo of blonde hair still bobs in his vision. Hands curl around his wrists, carefully pulling him to sit up and he notices, dazedly, that half the letters in his bag are now scattered around them. 'Really, I am' Pale hands start collecting the discarded envelopes, a neat line forming between them. Soohyun's still a little disoriented, whether it's from the sudden collision or the soft voice pouring through his ears like melted chocolate, he's not sure.
'It's nothing' He finally manages, lifting his eyes to the other man's face. He regrets it instantly, almost swallowing his tongue. The boy's eyes are wide and bright, his features just as sharp and angular as his elbows and Soohyun wonders if he's ever modelled. Lee Kiseop. Soohyun swallows the spit building in his throat, thankful the bitter winter air already stains his cheeks. The boy lifts his head a little higher, waving a handful of envelopes towards him. 'I'll be taking these. I'm sorry, again..' There's a pregnant pause between them, which Soohyun hurriedly tries to fill, though it's hard when he struggles to even remember his own name.
Saturday 13th November
Soohyun's passing Kiseop his post, 3 envelopes and a small parcel when the blonde's lips form a gentle, enticing 'O', breath hissing out in a soft puff of air. 'You gave me someone else's mail yesterday' cool fingers brush Soohyun's and he's glad to be wearing fingerless gloves. The blonde turns slightly, halfway between Soohyun and the Persian green door. 'Do you.. want to come in for a moment while I look for it?' There's a slight pause in the question as though Kiseop is testing the feel of it in his mouth. Soohyun glances at his watch, he's running a little early. 'Sure, why not?' Kiseop's face lights up and he's lead inside.
The house opens into a cream hallway, filled with packing boxes that line the side of the staircase. Kiseop disappears through a door against the far wall and Soohyun is greeted with the fleeting glimpse of even more boxes. Soohyun lingers by the door listening to the sounds of Kiseop opening and slamming drawers. His eyes linger on the mountain of boxes, each stating to which room they belong in thick permanent marker. 'So what brings you to our sleepy little town?' Soohyun's voice sounds rough to his own ears, echoing through the empty house. Kiseop hums in reply and there's one final bang before he steps back into the hallway, letters in hand.
'I needed a change of scenery' He slides across the laminate in fuzzy pink socks and Soohyun has to reach out an arm to stabilise him. 'Seoul's a good place to mend a broken heart' He smiles brightly, squeezing Soohyun's bicep in thanks. Kiseop's lips curl, a hint of mystery dancing in his eyes and Soohyun has this strange flopping in his stomach. The red-haired mailman lets go and Kiseop presses the blue and yellow envelopes into his palm.
Monday 29th November
Kiseop greets Soohyun at the door, just as his middle-aged neighbour, Mrs Seo is leaving for work. Soohyun kicks up snow as he wades to pass her a pink envelope over the fence and she gratefully clasps his cool hands between her own. Her gloves are leather and warm around his fingers. She waves shortly to Kiseop, her face a little stiff and gives Soohyun's hands one last shake before she hurries off to work.
'She seems nice' Kiseop comments, more to himself than anything as Soohyun hands him his own mail. The mailman nods, clasping his hands around the strap of his bag. 'She is. She'll warm up to you soon enough. Have you met Mr and Mrs Park yet?' Soohyun nods his head towards the house on the left and Kiseop gives his own head a firm shake. 'Not yet. I've not really had the chance to meet anyone yet' He scratches the back of his neck, a slight blush working it's way up the back of his neck and he's rendered speechless by the grin that splits Soohyun's face in two.
'Then how do you feel about being my 'plus one' on Friday?' Kiseop's mouth falls open, much as it had the first time they met and Soohyun's smile only grows larger. He doesn't give the handsome blonde time to reply as he throws his arm around the boy's shoulders and squeezes him tightly to his side. 'Great. I'll pick you up on Friday and you can meet my friends' Kiseop doesn't know what to say, too distracted by the lingering smell of fresh air and coffee. Soohyun squeezes him a little tighter, almost causing him to drop the letters and with that the postman is gone, waving goodbye from the gate.
Friday 3rd December
Soohyun lied. There was no friends and no party.
It's cold outside, really cold and the night air bites at Kiseop's fingertips turning them a shivering red and he digs his hands deep into his pockets. Soohyun leads him through the park gates, away from the warmth and groping fingers of Soohyun's drunk friends. Soohyun opens his mouth to speak, breath puffing out in icy white clouds between their faces. 'It's freezing out here' He manages through chattering teeth. Kiseop laughs, blowing on his hands to regain warmth. 'We could have stayed at the party... in the warmth' Kiseop nudges him playfully in the ribs. The contact catches Soohyun off guard and he loses his balance, toppling sideways to the ground.
There's a crunch of snow and a gasp from Kiseop as he lands face first in the deep snowdrift. Soohyun rolls over in the snow, cold quickly seeping in through his thin clothes and bursts into laughter at the look on Kiseop's handsome face. The blonde breathes a sigh of relief and holds out his arms to help him up. Soohyun has other ideas. He reaches out pink fingers and taking hold of Kiseop's hands, he pulls him down into the snow with him. Kiseop lets out a howl as the freezing snow collides with the skin on the side of his neck, his palms, his calves and Soohyun laughs louder.
Moments pass and Kiseop peels himself off Soohyun, flopping to the untouched snow beside him. His limbs flail wildly to and fro around him to create a snow angel. Soohyun looks over his perfect form, from the thin matchstick legs to the perfectly formed face. Kiseop catches him staring and cutely puffs out his cheeks as if he's imitating a blowfish. 'We didn't stay at the party' Soohyun starts, leaning over Kiseop and gently presses a finger to his cheek, causing them to deflate. 'Because I didn't want to share you anymore' He leans forwards, lips barely brushing Kiseop's, but Kiseop is already pulling himself up from the snow, wet jeans sticking to the back of his thighs. 'It's really cold. We should go' He whispers, retracing their footprints towards the gates again. Soohyun is left to lay next to a perfect snow angel.
Monday 6th December
Soohyun trudges warily to Kiseop’s door the following Monday, the bag of letters weighing much heavier on his shoulders than it should. He hasn’t spoken to the other since he fled from the park and he’s not really sure what he can say to that. ‘I’m sorry I kissed you’, ‘Why did you run?’ and a thousand other things that he doesn’t feel prepared enough to say.
Kiseop’s door swings open before he’s even half way down the snow laden path and Soohyun almost slips on a patch of black ice in surprise. The blonde waves frantically from his doorway. ‘Hurry. Hurry’ and Soohyun finds himself entranced by the way his breath pillows out in soft whispy clouds. He’s a little curious towards the other’s sense of urgency but doesn’t question it as he carefully steps over the next patch of dry ice and safely onto Kiseop’s porch.
‘I have something that needs to go special delivery’ Kiseop says as he drifts backwards into the house. Soohyun watches his retreating figure and glances down momentarily to the letter in hand before following him. ‘You should have taken it to the post office, you know, to declare it’ Soohyun adjusts his bag, noticing the pile of boxes has dwindled some. There’s a small cherry oak end table by the door so he drops the letter on top of a stack of fashion magazines just in time for Kiseop to return from the kitchen empty handed.
‘I thought you had something…’ Soohyun starts, trailing off as Kiseop gets close enough for him to see the blush faintly spreading over the blonde’s cheeks. His fingers twitch as Kiseop stops in front of him and the other man smells like warm cocoa and buttery waffles. His hands tense around the strap of his bag, fighting the urge to reach out and touch the model. ‘Oh, I do’ Kiseop smiles, warm fingers peeling Soohyun’s gloved hands away from his bag. He presses closer still, warm breath tickling Soohyun’s chin and it makes the redhead dizzy.
A hand tangles into Soohyun‘s hair, pulling his head down just a fraction and he sucks in a breath as Kiseop‘s fingers gently rub at his scalp. He‘s practically purring and he doesn‘t realise he‘s closed his eyes until Kiseop‘s nose brushes his and he‘s suddenly staring into wide brown eyes. ‘I just wanted to deliver it personally’ Kiseop smiles, a little unsure of himself but their lips brush, one, twice and Soohyun pulls away. Kiseop looks scared at first glance, scared of rejection, revenge but all Soohyun does is lift the strap over his head, his bag hitting the floor and he presses their lips together once again.
Fandom: U-KISS
Pairing: Sooseop / Soohyun x Kiseop
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Soohyun, a lonely postman, meets the new boy in town
Notes: Junbros and Junseung fics to follow
Wednesday 10th November
He looks down, 5 Letters for Mr Lee, Kiseop, the new occupant of 7 green blossom drive. Stepping forwards, Soohyun raises a gloved hand towards the poetically green door, hand clenched to rasp his knuckles when the door swings open. There's a flash of blonde and a jolting pain against his chest. He stumbles backwards, tripping off the porch to land flat on his ass. The ache in his chest increases, a pair of sharp elbows collide with his ribs and a slender hip bone rubs against his thigh. He cracks open his eyes, thick blonde hair swarming his vision.
'God, I'm so sorry!' There's a rustling and the pain in gone, but the halo of blonde hair still bobs in his vision. Hands curl around his wrists, carefully pulling him to sit up and he notices, dazedly, that half the letters in his bag are now scattered around them. 'Really, I am' Pale hands start collecting the discarded envelopes, a neat line forming between them. Soohyun's still a little disoriented, whether it's from the sudden collision or the soft voice pouring through his ears like melted chocolate, he's not sure.
'It's nothing' He finally manages, lifting his eyes to the other man's face. He regrets it instantly, almost swallowing his tongue. The boy's eyes are wide and bright, his features just as sharp and angular as his elbows and Soohyun wonders if he's ever modelled. Lee Kiseop. Soohyun swallows the spit building in his throat, thankful the bitter winter air already stains his cheeks. The boy lifts his head a little higher, waving a handful of envelopes towards him. 'I'll be taking these. I'm sorry, again..' There's a pregnant pause between them, which Soohyun hurriedly tries to fill, though it's hard when he struggles to even remember his own name.
Saturday 13th November
Soohyun's passing Kiseop his post, 3 envelopes and a small parcel when the blonde's lips form a gentle, enticing 'O', breath hissing out in a soft puff of air. 'You gave me someone else's mail yesterday' cool fingers brush Soohyun's and he's glad to be wearing fingerless gloves. The blonde turns slightly, halfway between Soohyun and the Persian green door. 'Do you.. want to come in for a moment while I look for it?' There's a slight pause in the question as though Kiseop is testing the feel of it in his mouth. Soohyun glances at his watch, he's running a little early. 'Sure, why not?' Kiseop's face lights up and he's lead inside.
The house opens into a cream hallway, filled with packing boxes that line the side of the staircase. Kiseop disappears through a door against the far wall and Soohyun is greeted with the fleeting glimpse of even more boxes. Soohyun lingers by the door listening to the sounds of Kiseop opening and slamming drawers. His eyes linger on the mountain of boxes, each stating to which room they belong in thick permanent marker. 'So what brings you to our sleepy little town?' Soohyun's voice sounds rough to his own ears, echoing through the empty house. Kiseop hums in reply and there's one final bang before he steps back into the hallway, letters in hand.
'I needed a change of scenery' He slides across the laminate in fuzzy pink socks and Soohyun has to reach out an arm to stabilise him. 'Seoul's a good place to mend a broken heart' He smiles brightly, squeezing Soohyun's bicep in thanks. Kiseop's lips curl, a hint of mystery dancing in his eyes and Soohyun has this strange flopping in his stomach. The red-haired mailman lets go and Kiseop presses the blue and yellow envelopes into his palm.
Monday 29th November
Kiseop greets Soohyun at the door, just as his middle-aged neighbour, Mrs Seo is leaving for work. Soohyun kicks up snow as he wades to pass her a pink envelope over the fence and she gratefully clasps his cool hands between her own. Her gloves are leather and warm around his fingers. She waves shortly to Kiseop, her face a little stiff and gives Soohyun's hands one last shake before she hurries off to work.
'She seems nice' Kiseop comments, more to himself than anything as Soohyun hands him his own mail. The mailman nods, clasping his hands around the strap of his bag. 'She is. She'll warm up to you soon enough. Have you met Mr and Mrs Park yet?' Soohyun nods his head towards the house on the left and Kiseop gives his own head a firm shake. 'Not yet. I've not really had the chance to meet anyone yet' He scratches the back of his neck, a slight blush working it's way up the back of his neck and he's rendered speechless by the grin that splits Soohyun's face in two.
'Then how do you feel about being my 'plus one' on Friday?' Kiseop's mouth falls open, much as it had the first time they met and Soohyun's smile only grows larger. He doesn't give the handsome blonde time to reply as he throws his arm around the boy's shoulders and squeezes him tightly to his side. 'Great. I'll pick you up on Friday and you can meet my friends' Kiseop doesn't know what to say, too distracted by the lingering smell of fresh air and coffee. Soohyun squeezes him a little tighter, almost causing him to drop the letters and with that the postman is gone, waving goodbye from the gate.
Friday 3rd December
Soohyun lied. There was no friends and no party.
It's cold outside, really cold and the night air bites at Kiseop's fingertips turning them a shivering red and he digs his hands deep into his pockets. Soohyun leads him through the park gates, away from the warmth and groping fingers of Soohyun's drunk friends. Soohyun opens his mouth to speak, breath puffing out in icy white clouds between their faces. 'It's freezing out here' He manages through chattering teeth. Kiseop laughs, blowing on his hands to regain warmth. 'We could have stayed at the party... in the warmth' Kiseop nudges him playfully in the ribs. The contact catches Soohyun off guard and he loses his balance, toppling sideways to the ground.
There's a crunch of snow and a gasp from Kiseop as he lands face first in the deep snowdrift. Soohyun rolls over in the snow, cold quickly seeping in through his thin clothes and bursts into laughter at the look on Kiseop's handsome face. The blonde breathes a sigh of relief and holds out his arms to help him up. Soohyun has other ideas. He reaches out pink fingers and taking hold of Kiseop's hands, he pulls him down into the snow with him. Kiseop lets out a howl as the freezing snow collides with the skin on the side of his neck, his palms, his calves and Soohyun laughs louder.
Moments pass and Kiseop peels himself off Soohyun, flopping to the untouched snow beside him. His limbs flail wildly to and fro around him to create a snow angel. Soohyun looks over his perfect form, from the thin matchstick legs to the perfectly formed face. Kiseop catches him staring and cutely puffs out his cheeks as if he's imitating a blowfish. 'We didn't stay at the party' Soohyun starts, leaning over Kiseop and gently presses a finger to his cheek, causing them to deflate. 'Because I didn't want to share you anymore' He leans forwards, lips barely brushing Kiseop's, but Kiseop is already pulling himself up from the snow, wet jeans sticking to the back of his thighs. 'It's really cold. We should go' He whispers, retracing their footprints towards the gates again. Soohyun is left to lay next to a perfect snow angel.
Monday 6th December
Soohyun trudges warily to Kiseop’s door the following Monday, the bag of letters weighing much heavier on his shoulders than it should. He hasn’t spoken to the other since he fled from the park and he’s not really sure what he can say to that. ‘I’m sorry I kissed you’, ‘Why did you run?’ and a thousand other things that he doesn’t feel prepared enough to say.
Kiseop’s door swings open before he’s even half way down the snow laden path and Soohyun almost slips on a patch of black ice in surprise. The blonde waves frantically from his doorway. ‘Hurry. Hurry’ and Soohyun finds himself entranced by the way his breath pillows out in soft whispy clouds. He’s a little curious towards the other’s sense of urgency but doesn’t question it as he carefully steps over the next patch of dry ice and safely onto Kiseop’s porch.
‘I have something that needs to go special delivery’ Kiseop says as he drifts backwards into the house. Soohyun watches his retreating figure and glances down momentarily to the letter in hand before following him. ‘You should have taken it to the post office, you know, to declare it’ Soohyun adjusts his bag, noticing the pile of boxes has dwindled some. There’s a small cherry oak end table by the door so he drops the letter on top of a stack of fashion magazines just in time for Kiseop to return from the kitchen empty handed.
‘I thought you had something…’ Soohyun starts, trailing off as Kiseop gets close enough for him to see the blush faintly spreading over the blonde’s cheeks. His fingers twitch as Kiseop stops in front of him and the other man smells like warm cocoa and buttery waffles. His hands tense around the strap of his bag, fighting the urge to reach out and touch the model. ‘Oh, I do’ Kiseop smiles, warm fingers peeling Soohyun’s gloved hands away from his bag. He presses closer still, warm breath tickling Soohyun’s chin and it makes the redhead dizzy.
A hand tangles into Soohyun‘s hair, pulling his head down just a fraction and he sucks in a breath as Kiseop‘s fingers gently rub at his scalp. He‘s practically purring and he doesn‘t realise he‘s closed his eyes until Kiseop‘s nose brushes his and he‘s suddenly staring into wide brown eyes. ‘I just wanted to deliver it personally’ Kiseop smiles, a little unsure of himself but their lips brush, one, twice and Soohyun pulls away. Kiseop looks scared at first glance, scared of rejection, revenge but all Soohyun does is lift the strap over his head, his bag hitting the floor and he presses their lips together once again.