Touch
this mini drabble is for you mon unnie. i cannot believe you made me write yehteuk. i dont even ship them waht?!
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TOUCH
There were hands on his hip, touching but not gripping. They were familiar hands, he could trace the pattern across the palm, yet there was a hesitance in the touch. As if unsure of what to do, what was allowed to be done. There was always uncertainty between them, in every touch and look they shared.
There were other hands on his body, Eunhyuk clinging onto his arm, holding tight, Kangin’s gripping heartily onto his shoulder, arm slung across his shoulders and Hankyung’s soft hands gripping his waist, rubbing gentle circles up and down his torso. The M leader was the only one who knew his secret. And right now, Leeteuk was more than glad he had someone who understood. There was a buzzing in the air, the excitement of the win almost tangible around them.
Leeteuk shifts slightly, not enough to alarm or confuse the others, but enough to draw away from a particular touch, his hands. For a moment, those fingers linger on the fabric of his jacket, but they draw away. He can’t see the other, only Hankyung’s face as you lean into the dancer’s neck, but somehow you still manage to see the look of hurt flash through his face, the disappointment as he bit his lips.
Leeteuk hesitates for a moment, before letting the others drag him away in a mass of tangled limbs, off to alcohol and embarrassing dancing that Kyuhyun would be sure to record. For blackmail of course. He stays close to the others, his dongsaengs, drawing warmth and comfort from their touches and their closeness.
Leeteuk stays away from him for the rest of the night, like he always does- not meeting those eyes and drawing away immediately if the other had the courage to touch him. He ignores the other man and he tries not to think of that face, those eyes, that body, because Leeteuk is the leader and he has to be responsible and not sleep with his dongsaengs for godsake. He couldn’t bear the other’s touch, it made him want to lean into it, to reach over and touch back, regardless of where they were. The heat in those hands, the electricity in his presence sent something spiraling through his body and even though he wasn’t quite sure what it was, Leeteuk knew he couldn’t be consumed in it, not when it made him want things he shouldn’t have. This was his bandmate, his dongsaeng, just like all the others, so he can’t understand why it feels different.
Leeteuk doesn’t plan to face it, to test and experiment and to confront the truth. But he knows there’ll come a day when he doesn’t move away anymore, where he responds in turn to those affections, that the love he is being shown can no longer be unreciprocated. After all, Yesung wasn’t just a dongsaeng; he hadn’t been for a long time.
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TOUCH
There were hands on his hip, touching but not gripping. They were familiar hands, he could trace the pattern across the palm, yet there was a hesitance in the touch. As if unsure of what to do, what was allowed to be done. There was always uncertainty between them, in every touch and look they shared.
There were other hands on his body, Eunhyuk clinging onto his arm, holding tight, Kangin’s gripping heartily onto his shoulder, arm slung across his shoulders and Hankyung’s soft hands gripping his waist, rubbing gentle circles up and down his torso. The M leader was the only one who knew his secret. And right now, Leeteuk was more than glad he had someone who understood. There was a buzzing in the air, the excitement of the win almost tangible around them.
Leeteuk shifts slightly, not enough to alarm or confuse the others, but enough to draw away from a particular touch, his hands. For a moment, those fingers linger on the fabric of his jacket, but they draw away. He can’t see the other, only Hankyung’s face as you lean into the dancer’s neck, but somehow you still manage to see the look of hurt flash through his face, the disappointment as he bit his lips.
Leeteuk hesitates for a moment, before letting the others drag him away in a mass of tangled limbs, off to alcohol and embarrassing dancing that Kyuhyun would be sure to record. For blackmail of course. He stays close to the others, his dongsaengs, drawing warmth and comfort from their touches and their closeness.
Leeteuk stays away from him for the rest of the night, like he always does- not meeting those eyes and drawing away immediately if the other had the courage to touch him. He ignores the other man and he tries not to think of that face, those eyes, that body, because Leeteuk is the leader and he has to be responsible and not sleep with his dongsaengs for godsake. He couldn’t bear the other’s touch, it made him want to lean into it, to reach over and touch back, regardless of where they were. The heat in those hands, the electricity in his presence sent something spiraling through his body and even though he wasn’t quite sure what it was, Leeteuk knew he couldn’t be consumed in it, not when it made him want things he shouldn’t have. This was his bandmate, his dongsaeng, just like all the others, so he can’t understand why it feels different.
Leeteuk doesn’t plan to face it, to test and experiment and to confront the truth. But he knows there’ll come a day when he doesn’t move away anymore, where he responds in turn to those affections, that the love he is being shown can no longer be unreciprocated. After all, Yesung wasn’t just a dongsaeng; he hadn’t been for a long time.