hug
To Hangeng there was only one person that he could describe as a ‘hug’. To him a hug is...
When the bitter cold would chill his bones through, that person would give him a simple hug and waves of pure heat seeped into his body. warmth in winter.
When Hangeng was over tired and his eyes wouldn’t close no matter how much he willed them to. That person would lock his arms around him tightly until his eyes would close and his body went limp with comfort. Comfort when he's tired
When the stress of being late for a schedule happened to be a bit too much on that particular day and Hangeng felt a migraine forming in the muddled up recesses of his mind, that person would slink his arms around his middle, loosely enough for movement. But close enough to feel the sturdy rise and fall of his chest. “Are you all right ge?” he’d ask softly, Hangeng would reply with a calm chuck and nod of his head.
When the sun was rising after a long night of tossing and turning. Sleep that only set in hours before. That person was up first, ready before the others, he would give Hangeng a wake up call with a soft embrace and the smallest whisper of “ge, its morning. I’ve made your breakfast” At that moment, it was truly morning.
When a day went on far too long to just are a day and the other members slowly piled into their rooms. Hangeng would say his goodnights last and head for his room. That person would be waiting by the door. A soft hug not pressing down on his sore back. “See you in the morning ge” he would say with a soft and sleepy smile. As Hangeng opened his door a glass of water and painkillers were waiting at his bed side.
When being the leader of the sub group felt like the world heaviest burden and he was unsure of how Leeteuk copped with 12 under his care. When the language barriers seemed as high as ever, that person would walk in and in hushed tones tell him how great a leader he is and that he’s really proud of him. They would smile softly at each other and hug briefly but just as soft as the mandarin they both spoke.
When they were all saying goodbye, going to another country and leaving him behind. Laving him alone in this vast country with only their goodbyes. That person would be there appearing from a far away country with a soft hug and the happy hello that was whispered softly into his ear.
When the entire world seemed sad and felt like everything was crashing down and burning. When everyone seemed tired of it all. That person would walk in with an aura of innocence and that playful spark in his eye. Waving different things at the different members around the room. Whispering something to Kyuhyun until a deep red tinted his face and he started chasing him, the others laughing at the scene. Then laughing he’d hide behind Hangeng panting softly “Hannie-ge save me!” and hug the taller boy From behind .
When the world appeared to be miles away and Hangeng didn’t quite know what to do about it. That person would be there to bring him back. A tight hug letting him know that everything is alright and he’s there for him.
When he sees that person, bundled up in the corned of the room. Soft tear tracks staining his face. His hair dishevelled slight as he looks up through watery eyes “ge?” he whispered hoarsely. Hangeng couldn’t have gotten there any faster even if he tried. He scooped the younger up in a tight embrace softly hushing the younger boy. “Henry, whatever you want, whatever you need. Tell me, whatever it takes, I’ll do anything” Hangeng whispered to the youngest boy. For this boy he would take the stars right out of the sky, he'd end the world just to give Henry the sun and the moon. Using his thumb he wiped away the tears that stained his large cheeks. “Hannie ge, I need you” He whispered almost inaudibly. Hangeng smiled, eyes turning into small crescent moons. “I love you” he uttered softly before their lips met.