home
g; 200 words
note: sorry for being so overdone.
standing on foreign ground is easy when no one stares at you while you stare out at them from behind dark sunglasses. it's easy when the ground is so familiar, even while it's so different. heechul breathes in the air of this place and wonders how it can be so much of the same while everything he looks at is so strange and new. a bird is chirping in a tree not too far from the curb, but he can't decipher the type. vehicles rush past of a different make than of korea, and it's weird, because he's always made a point to know his cars.
but he knows one thing that will always be similar, in this place where it's sometimes way too hot, where people speak a new language too fast for him to ever understand. he knows that when he turns around and looks, there will be the one man who will open his arms and hold him close.
it's while he's smelling that new short-cropped hairstyle and tasting fried rice on his lips that heechul knows--home has always been with him, all along. he links their fingers as hankyung's eyes crinkle slightly because he knows.