Drabble - Myungsoo feels a bit too over exposed...Sungjong cuddles him to make him feel better
This is for Lauren and for flist...I hope you like it.
Myungsoo's picture has been taken, he's sure, at least a million times by now. Hundreds and thousands of images of himself floating around in the world. On rolls of film, on disposable cameras, on old polaroids and memory cards, on websites and hard drives all over the world. It could get pretty scary if he lets himself think about it too much; the idea that splinters of his visage are spread that thinly.
But these pictures are different. And even though Myungsoo is proud of them in an aesthetic way and he truly enjoyed having the chance to show a bit of who he is as a person one on one in the accompanying interview; he feels a bit exposed as well now.
It's harder for him to feel calm and okay in the airport on the way to... he's lost track of where they are going. Wherever they are going, it's harder for him to walk through the concourse when he knows those pictures are out in the world and the fans are looking at him. Usually, when he feels this way, just a little too bare and exposed to the world than he can deal with - he'd attach himself to someone. But some little flame of pride won't let him do that in public. Not after those pictures. He's a man now, damn it.
Anyway, 'Yeol is trying to study his lines for his drama. Hyung line are all doing...hyung things and Myungsoo's not about to burden any of them with his little anxiety attack. Hoya and Sungjong are laughing about something and that leaves him with no choice but to pull his cap down a bit lower on his head and stick his earbuds in his ears.
Arriving at the hotel is a relief. Tomorrow there will be all the pr stuff to do but tonight it's basically quiet. He can have room service, a hot shower and a comfy hotel bathrobe to wear plus a little time to read the cards and look at the little pile of gifts he somehow collected from fans in the airport with almost no memory of doing so. He hopes distractedly he didn't disappoint or let anybody down.
He's laying on one of the beds...Sungyeol was supposed to have the other but Myungsoo is pretty sure that his best friend is taking the opportunity for some quality time with Woohyun...when the connecting door opens.
"Yah, Myungsoo," Sungjong says, letting the door click shut behind him. He's wearing one of the comfy plush bathrobes too.
"Hmm?" Myungsoo doesn't feel like talking. He's too busy holding himself together and praying for sleep to come.
A moment later he feels the mattress give just a tiny bit and then feels the younger man plaster himself more or less on top of Myungsoo. He's not heavy, far from it, but Myungsoo grunts anyway. That doesn't stop him from wrapping his arms around Sungjong's warm body, feeling the silky texture of Sungjong's hair against his chin.
"What are you doing?" he asks, proud of his conversational tone.
Myungsoo doesn't need to see it to know that Sungjong is practically rolling his eyes. "I'm cuddling you, obviously," he retorts with such disdain it makes Myungsoo smile.
"Oh really? I see. Since when does laying on top of somebody uninvited count as cuddling?" Myungsoo asks, dipping his head to slide his nose along the side of Sungjong's cheek and into his hair. The youngest has had time to wash and dry his hair, Myungsoo notices, since all he smells is pineapple shampoo and the faintest whiff of Sungjong's natural clean scent.
"Shut up or I'll get up," Sungjong threatens, smothering a yawn and shifting into a slightly more comfortable position. He slides his hands under Myungsoo's head, lightly caressing his hair as he talks.
Myungsoo automatically tightens his grasp on Sungjong's slim waist and tangles their legs together. "Oh fine, don't go, okay? I'm feeling kind of..." He lets the words trail off because it's hard to articulate what he means and anyway Myungsoo is pretty sure Sungjong understands anyway.
"Shhhh," Sungjong says and he lifts up but only enough to press a kiss to Myungsoo's brow. "I could see it, earlier. Everything's fine now."
Eventually they roll over with Sungjong spooning Myungsoo. A few years ago that would have been a humorous image but now Sungjong's the same height as Myungsoo and he has a no nonsense firm wrap of arms and legs that makes Myungsoo feel safe and cared for. Besides, he'd like to see the person who doesn't wither in the face of one of Sungjong's Lord of the Manor scathing glances.
He hums a bit as he finally relaxes, tension in his shoulders and chest leaking out so he can breathe again as he tuck himself under Sungjong's chin. Myungsoo threads their fingers together and sighs sleepily.
Sungjong smiles to himself as he feels Myungsoo relaxing, drifting towards the sleep he needs. He rubs his cheek against Myungsoo's hair and squeezes his hand.
"Sweet dreams, hyung."
Myungsoo's picture has been taken, he's sure, at least a million times by now. Hundreds and thousands of images of himself floating around in the world. On rolls of film, on disposable cameras, on old polaroids and memory cards, on websites and hard drives all over the world. It could get pretty scary if he lets himself think about it too much; the idea that splinters of his visage are spread that thinly.
But these pictures are different. And even though Myungsoo is proud of them in an aesthetic way and he truly enjoyed having the chance to show a bit of who he is as a person one on one in the accompanying interview; he feels a bit exposed as well now.
It's harder for him to feel calm and okay in the airport on the way to... he's lost track of where they are going. Wherever they are going, it's harder for him to walk through the concourse when he knows those pictures are out in the world and the fans are looking at him. Usually, when he feels this way, just a little too bare and exposed to the world than he can deal with - he'd attach himself to someone. But some little flame of pride won't let him do that in public. Not after those pictures. He's a man now, damn it.
Anyway, 'Yeol is trying to study his lines for his drama. Hyung line are all doing...hyung things and Myungsoo's not about to burden any of them with his little anxiety attack. Hoya and Sungjong are laughing about something and that leaves him with no choice but to pull his cap down a bit lower on his head and stick his earbuds in his ears.
Arriving at the hotel is a relief. Tomorrow there will be all the pr stuff to do but tonight it's basically quiet. He can have room service, a hot shower and a comfy hotel bathrobe to wear plus a little time to read the cards and look at the little pile of gifts he somehow collected from fans in the airport with almost no memory of doing so. He hopes distractedly he didn't disappoint or let anybody down.
He's laying on one of the beds...Sungyeol was supposed to have the other but Myungsoo is pretty sure that his best friend is taking the opportunity for some quality time with Woohyun...when the connecting door opens.
"Yah, Myungsoo," Sungjong says, letting the door click shut behind him. He's wearing one of the comfy plush bathrobes too.
"Hmm?" Myungsoo doesn't feel like talking. He's too busy holding himself together and praying for sleep to come.
A moment later he feels the mattress give just a tiny bit and then feels the younger man plaster himself more or less on top of Myungsoo. He's not heavy, far from it, but Myungsoo grunts anyway. That doesn't stop him from wrapping his arms around Sungjong's warm body, feeling the silky texture of Sungjong's hair against his chin.
"What are you doing?" he asks, proud of his conversational tone.
Myungsoo doesn't need to see it to know that Sungjong is practically rolling his eyes. "I'm cuddling you, obviously," he retorts with such disdain it makes Myungsoo smile.
"Oh really? I see. Since when does laying on top of somebody uninvited count as cuddling?" Myungsoo asks, dipping his head to slide his nose along the side of Sungjong's cheek and into his hair. The youngest has had time to wash and dry his hair, Myungsoo notices, since all he smells is pineapple shampoo and the faintest whiff of Sungjong's natural clean scent.
"Shut up or I'll get up," Sungjong threatens, smothering a yawn and shifting into a slightly more comfortable position. He slides his hands under Myungsoo's head, lightly caressing his hair as he talks.
Myungsoo automatically tightens his grasp on Sungjong's slim waist and tangles their legs together. "Oh fine, don't go, okay? I'm feeling kind of..." He lets the words trail off because it's hard to articulate what he means and anyway Myungsoo is pretty sure Sungjong understands anyway.
"Shhhh," Sungjong says and he lifts up but only enough to press a kiss to Myungsoo's brow. "I could see it, earlier. Everything's fine now."
Eventually they roll over with Sungjong spooning Myungsoo. A few years ago that would have been a humorous image but now Sungjong's the same height as Myungsoo and he has a no nonsense firm wrap of arms and legs that makes Myungsoo feel safe and cared for. Besides, he'd like to see the person who doesn't wither in the face of one of Sungjong's Lord of the Manor scathing glances.
He hums a bit as he finally relaxes, tension in his shoulders and chest leaking out so he can breathe again as he tuck himself under Sungjong's chin. Myungsoo threads their fingers together and sighs sleepily.
Sungjong smiles to himself as he feels Myungsoo relaxing, drifting towards the sleep he needs. He rubs his cheek against Myungsoo's hair and squeezes his hand.
"Sweet dreams, hyung."