[DC202] The Middle Ground
[DC202]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yesung/Henry
Genre: AU!Romance/Fluff
Theme: Sneakers, Phrase to include: "living on faith"
Summary: Yesung and Henry may not have much in common, they may not at all actually. Still, it just takes a little compromising here and there to make it work.
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Yesung's surrounded by men in full suits and flashy garments worn by older women. There were some scattered younger people like himself. His eyes quickly scan about the crowd but he can't spot him at all.
"Yesung-shii, a pleasure to see you here." An acquaintance greets him, Yesung smiled back and pulls away from his distraction momentarily.
"Likewise."
And when the man presents his business card, Yesung kindly accepts it. When they part, he reaches to put it inside his case when he accidentally drops it. It clatters on the polished floor and he reaches for it when he pauses. Amused, he grabs it and stands back up.
"I told you this was a formal event," he says casually to the person's back. Henry then turned his head and they both look down at what gives him away. A pair of beaten up black sneakers.
"They could have been anyone's." Henry murmurs.
"I recognize them a mile away." Yesung counters. He tilts his head and gives a positive nod of the head, "Glad you bothered with a tie, one that matches."
Henry leered as Yesung smiled. If it hadn't been for a certain gift that arrived on his doorstep with a tie tucked inside, Henry wouldn't have bothered.
"How did you even know then?" Henry mutters. Yesung couldn't deduce everything about Henry in sight of how long they've been together. Yesung had been living on faith most of the time that he knew just enough.
Yesung glances down, he was living on faith alone as he deduces Henry's character.
And as Yesung shows the woman their tickets, Henry nitpicks at his collar. And when they enter the theatre to their seats, Henry puts one leg over the other, broadcasting his casual choice of footwear.
Henry catches Yesung's look. "I spent enough buying this suit for your sister's wedding. If you wanted me to go all out, send me a box of shoes that goes with this tie."
Yesung sighs in defeat and makes a mental note to do exactly that.
Henry stares at the red curtained stage. "Do you really enjoy this?" He asks out of genuine curiosity as the lights dim.
"I find it oddly interesting." Yesung replies, and when Henry jumps at the sound of loud abrupt singing, Henry slickers back into his seat.
They do this at least once every other week. They didn't have to spend every waking second together, they had enough things they could do together and also spent their own hobbies apart. Yet they made a verbal pact to try. Yesung attended plenty of Henry's dart-throwing matches, soccer plays and his friend's dance competitions. Although the latter weren't so formal as Yesung often watched them in the middle of the street.
Henry came with Yesung when he attended wine-drinking parties, auctions for the fun of it even if he never bought anything and attended operas and theatre plays that came to the city.
Despite how different they are, dating came rather naturally to them. And it's been rather sweet since.
Yesung's eyes dart to the other whose gaze remains on the opera, brows scrunched together as he tries to fathom the point of the story.
Though it's not completely dark, their silhouettes could be seen by others around them if they bothered to look. Yesung doesn't care if they do and reaches his hand atop Henry's.
Henry looks at their hands and coyly meets his gaze. When Henry returns his attention to the opera, he leans back and adjusts their hands until they're intertwined.
They sit in the empty second floor where the others had already left. Henry tries to take off his tie and pulls at it but its knot was stubborn.
"Wait," Yesung stops his hands and reaches to carefully do it. "You're going to ruin it."
Henry waits patiently until Yesung hands it over, free from his neck. Henry puts it in his inside pocket as they walk to his car. Henry leans against the wall as Yesung looks outside at the crowds that dissipate.
"Thanks for coming."
Henry smiled, "You and your manners." He teases.
"I've cut back on them," Yesung adds.
"Can I help it? It made me feel so far away from you whenever you spoke formally to me. Like we weren't even dating. How was I supposed to feel different from your friends?"
Yesung gives him a look and Henry concedes. "All right, you did treat me differently. But I wanted more. Doesn't necessarily mean I'm selfish… does it?" He asks now, visibly doubtful.
Henry is distracted by that thought when he feels Yesung give him a kiss on his cheek. Henry turns around and Yesung's still close. Henry then nestles his face behind the edge of the wall, hiding his shy face.
They may have been a couple with different tastes, and though they made compromises sometimes, what relationship didn't come with that? They reached a middle ground they were happy with, deliriously so.
Yesung catches his eye, "We're good together, aren't we?"
Henry wanted to answer when the tie drops from his hands onto the floor. Henry stands right back up and when he jumps again at Yesung's close presence. His sneakers make a noticeable squeak against the floors.
Yesung becomes a bit more daring when he's around Henry, there was a definite difference in that. His manners stop him and Henry decides to overlook his own sheepish behavior, and take that extra step.
Henry doesn't have to say out loud the obvious answer. Neither needed assurances.
Everything felt right, and nothing else was better than that.
- ❄ Prelude ❄ | ❄ Challenge 2 ❄ -
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yesung/Henry
Genre: AU!Romance/Fluff
Theme: Sneakers, Phrase to include: "living on faith"
Summary: Yesung and Henry may not have much in common, they may not at all actually. Still, it just takes a little compromising here and there to make it work.
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Yesung's surrounded by men in full suits and flashy garments worn by older women. There were some scattered younger people like himself. His eyes quickly scan about the crowd but he can't spot him at all.
"Yesung-shii, a pleasure to see you here." An acquaintance greets him, Yesung smiled back and pulls away from his distraction momentarily.
"Likewise."
And when the man presents his business card, Yesung kindly accepts it. When they part, he reaches to put it inside his case when he accidentally drops it. It clatters on the polished floor and he reaches for it when he pauses. Amused, he grabs it and stands back up.
"I told you this was a formal event," he says casually to the person's back. Henry then turned his head and they both look down at what gives him away. A pair of beaten up black sneakers.
"They could have been anyone's." Henry murmurs.
"I recognize them a mile away." Yesung counters. He tilts his head and gives a positive nod of the head, "Glad you bothered with a tie, one that matches."
Henry leered as Yesung smiled. If it hadn't been for a certain gift that arrived on his doorstep with a tie tucked inside, Henry wouldn't have bothered.
"How did you even know then?" Henry mutters. Yesung couldn't deduce everything about Henry in sight of how long they've been together. Yesung had been living on faith most of the time that he knew just enough.
Yesung glances down, he was living on faith alone as he deduces Henry's character.
And as Yesung shows the woman their tickets, Henry nitpicks at his collar. And when they enter the theatre to their seats, Henry puts one leg over the other, broadcasting his casual choice of footwear.
Henry catches Yesung's look. "I spent enough buying this suit for your sister's wedding. If you wanted me to go all out, send me a box of shoes that goes with this tie."
Yesung sighs in defeat and makes a mental note to do exactly that.
Henry stares at the red curtained stage. "Do you really enjoy this?" He asks out of genuine curiosity as the lights dim.
"I find it oddly interesting." Yesung replies, and when Henry jumps at the sound of loud abrupt singing, Henry slickers back into his seat.
They do this at least once every other week. They didn't have to spend every waking second together, they had enough things they could do together and also spent their own hobbies apart. Yet they made a verbal pact to try. Yesung attended plenty of Henry's dart-throwing matches, soccer plays and his friend's dance competitions. Although the latter weren't so formal as Yesung often watched them in the middle of the street.
Henry came with Yesung when he attended wine-drinking parties, auctions for the fun of it even if he never bought anything and attended operas and theatre plays that came to the city.
Despite how different they are, dating came rather naturally to them. And it's been rather sweet since.
Yesung's eyes dart to the other whose gaze remains on the opera, brows scrunched together as he tries to fathom the point of the story.
Though it's not completely dark, their silhouettes could be seen by others around them if they bothered to look. Yesung doesn't care if they do and reaches his hand atop Henry's.
Henry looks at their hands and coyly meets his gaze. When Henry returns his attention to the opera, he leans back and adjusts their hands until they're intertwined.
They sit in the empty second floor where the others had already left. Henry tries to take off his tie and pulls at it but its knot was stubborn.
"Wait," Yesung stops his hands and reaches to carefully do it. "You're going to ruin it."
Henry waits patiently until Yesung hands it over, free from his neck. Henry puts it in his inside pocket as they walk to his car. Henry leans against the wall as Yesung looks outside at the crowds that dissipate.
"Thanks for coming."
Henry smiled, "You and your manners." He teases.
"I've cut back on them," Yesung adds.
"Can I help it? It made me feel so far away from you whenever you spoke formally to me. Like we weren't even dating. How was I supposed to feel different from your friends?"
Yesung gives him a look and Henry concedes. "All right, you did treat me differently. But I wanted more. Doesn't necessarily mean I'm selfish… does it?" He asks now, visibly doubtful.
Henry is distracted by that thought when he feels Yesung give him a kiss on his cheek. Henry turns around and Yesung's still close. Henry then nestles his face behind the edge of the wall, hiding his shy face.
They may have been a couple with different tastes, and though they made compromises sometimes, what relationship didn't come with that? They reached a middle ground they were happy with, deliriously so.
Yesung catches his eye, "We're good together, aren't we?"
Henry wanted to answer when the tie drops from his hands onto the floor. Henry stands right back up and when he jumps again at Yesung's close presence. His sneakers make a noticeable squeak against the floors.
Yesung becomes a bit more daring when he's around Henry, there was a definite difference in that. His manners stop him and Henry decides to overlook his own sheepish behavior, and take that extra step.
Henry doesn't have to say out loud the obvious answer. Neither needed assurances.
Everything felt right, and nothing else was better than that.
- ❄ Prelude ❄ | ❄ Challenge 2 ❄ -