3. Blindfolds
Title: Blindfolds
Pairing: Yesung/Hankyung Hankyung/Yesung
Rating: PG-13 for a certain person's imagination
Disclaimer: If I owned SuJu, I'm pretty sure Hangeng wouldn't be suing me.
Summary: Hangeng wakes up blindfolded. On a plane. With no earthly idea what the hell is going on. Turns out, Yesung, whom Hangeng is completely in love with, is behind it all.
Word count: 1,033
Soft, murmured conversations woke Hangeng up from his extremely deep and much needed sleep. He had just been having the most wonderful dream; soft tender touches, plump lips pressed against warm skin, whispers of, "I love you," but clearly that had been interrupted.
He reached up a hand to rub the sleep from his still unopened eyes when his hand came into contact with something soft, velvet-like, and he immediately tensed. What the hell?! Suddenly, he was extremely aware that there were people around him, lots of people, and he was glad he had been woken from his dream.
Just then, a hand was placed tenderly on his thigh, not too far up to be dangerous, and it patted soothingly before a voice reached his ears.
"Hannie, I apologize, but you have to keep the blindfold on."
The low voice was familiar, so familiar that it hurt his brain as he tried to place a name to it.
"Yesung?" he breathed, trying to stay quiet.
"Yes," the younger boy murmured extremely close to his ear. "It's me, hyung."
"Where the hell am I and why am I blindfolded?" was the first full sentence out of his mouth.
A hand found his and there was a gentle squeeze before he was granted an answer.
"Just trust me, please. I promise, its nothing bad."
Hangeng didn't exactly know what to do. Yesung was sort of odd, and sure, he did some weird things, but Hangeng could trust him. He knew that very well. And it had nothing to do with the fact Hangeng was pretty much in love with the odd ball. No, nothing at all.
So he listened to the boy and relaxed a bit.
The relief that momentarily washed through Hangeng was quickly replaced by a strong sense of humiliation and discomfort, though.
And neither were from the fact that he had been blindfolded and dragged somewhere.
No, rather it was because he knew now for a fact that he was surrounded by people and his little dream had made his jeans slightly uncomfortable.
And then, when Hangeng thought of jeans, he realized someone had to put them on him, because he hadn't gone to sleep in them. And he was with Yesung, and oh. Oh. Thoughts of Yesung slipping his pants off made his already tight jeans that much more stifling.
And somehow, though it wasn't a surprise since Hankyung was definitely not doing a good job of acting content what with his squirming and all, Yesung noticed it, and chuckled slightly.
"Hannie, you really should calm down," he whispered. "It's a long flight."
Hangeng flinched at the closeness, not because he didn't want it, no, that was most certainly not the reason since he had coveted closeness with Yesung for too long of a time, but because he just found out that they were on a plane. And it was going to be a long trip according to Yesung. And Hangeng was very... wound up at the moment. And that wonderously delicious voice so close to his ear did not help a single bit.
Oh, boy.
A very flustered Hangeng did not agree too well with being blindfolded surrounded by people.
"Yesung," he half growled, half whimpered, a half hearted demanding in his tone "Please, tell me why I am bindfolded and on a plane."
Actually, what he wanted to say was, "Please tell me how I can get out of here so I can fix my problem."
But, no. He kept those words to himself.
Yesung's hand patted his thigh again, still a very safe level down, and he replied. "I can't tell you right now. I'm sorry."
Hangeng let out a full blown whimper and the other of Yesung's hand, the one not resting on his leg, brushed softly against his cheek.
"I'd ask what's wrong, but I think I know the answer already. And I'd ask how that happened, but I don't think talking about it will help you out any."
Hangeng merely nodded as a response.
"I can try and help out if you'd like..." Yesung's voice trilled in his ear, innocent and sweet.
Hangeng was sure his mouth dropped open at the statement, and he stammered out a few incoherent queries, which were supposed to be, "Help?", "In public?", and "Right now?" but ended up coming out sounding like someone dying.
Yesung's reply was another deep chuckle and an amused, "Not that kind of help, Hangeng."
Hangeng didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
"Then what do you mean?" he questioned in still accented Korean.
A pair of what seemed to be headphones slid over his ears and Yesung pulled one back so he could still talk to the older boy.
"Just listen to the music and let yourself be taken away with it, hyung. That's usually how I calm myself" he suggested quietly before allowing the earphone to fall back in place and meld to Hangeng's ear. Hangeng chose, with much difficulty, to ignore the second part of the sentence because that implied that Yesung got excited quite often and drowned himself in his music, because he was constantly listening to it and the thought of Yesung like that was extremely enticing and, Jesus, Hangeng really needed to stop hanging out with Heechul.
He guessed that Yesung hadn't pressed the play button just yet because there was an odd form of muffled silence, and then, then there were soft lilting notes sounding directly into his ear canal, and a voice so beautiful it could barely be called human was singing, and Hangeng found himself lost in it.
"I've been waiting for you; I've been believing that you are my love.
I would like yo call you my destiny. Since you are more important than my past life.
For a long time, I hid my heart. I would like to give you all of it.
I'll be waiting, I'll be loving you.
For you, I am willing to give up anything,
Even if I abandon all the rest of happiness in my life,
I can still love you."
[for those of you who don't know the song, it's Yesung singing 'Saranghargge <3. The english
translation of course]
And despite the predicament he had previously just been in, Hangeng was soothed. A bit saddened because the words weren't necessarily meant for him, but soothed nonetheless. Yesung was capable of doing anything to Hangeng really.
The song continued and he basked in the words, feeling peacefulness flow through him, gentle and soft, with an odd strength to it, like Yesung's voice and touch.
Hangeng was pretty positive that he had never wished the younger man was his harder than at that moment.
The first song ended, replacing the slow, powerful ballad with another song, one that was still slow and soon Hangeng found himself being shaken awake by a somewhat nervous sounding Yesung without even realizing he had fallen asleep.
"Hyung... We're here."
Hangeng groggily let himself be pulled up, being supported soley by Yesung's arms that were tightly wrapped around his waist, and intelligently he mumbled, "Huh?"
He felt Yesung smile against his neck, notifying the Chinese man of exactly how close they really were, and was glad he was still half-asleep when Yesung's low voice spoke directly in his ear.
"We're finally getting off the plane, we've reached our destination."
Hangeng let the words process, and then he remembered that, oh yeah, he had been blindfolded, somehow lugged onto a plane, and now had no idea where he was.
"So.." Hangeng drawled slowly, sleep still in his voice. "Where exactly are we?"
Yesung was still holding him by the waist, leading him carefully with those small hands of his. "You'll find out soon enough. But for now, I need you to listen to music again."
Confused, Hangeng did as he was told and listened to whatever music was playing through the headphones now, but he really wasn't paying attention to the song or the words this time around because he was extremely curious and he could have sworn that he'd heard multiple voices speaking in his native tongue before Yesung had hastily turned the volume up, but then again, he was sure he'd imagined it since he was sleepy after all.
About three cab rides, one extremely short shuttle stop, and a potty break later, they reached their real destination. [And speaking of potty breaks, Hankyung was extremely glad it wasn't he who had needed to use the bathroom because if he had to leave the blindfold on, Yesung helping him use the restroom was really not such a bad good idea.]
The earphones were completely removed this time without a word from the younger man.
"Okay, Hangeng, are you ready to see where I've taken you?" Yesung questioned, obviously knowing the answer because his hands were already working to untie the piece of material.
Hangeng nodded anyways, feeling as if he really should already know where they were since the smell of the air was so damn familiar.
"Okay, get ready~" Yesung said in a sing-song voice that slightly quivered as if he had doubt in whatever it was he had planned now.
"3, 2, 1--"
When the blindfold was removed, the first thing Hangeng noticed was that the sun really need to dim a bit because he was going blind, but then, he saw the building in front of him and immediately froze, not trusting his body one bit as it registered in his mind.
It was his home. The one in China. The one he shared with his family.
"I.. you... my... China?!" Hangeng exclaimed stumbling over words in his state of shock as he turned a pair of incredulous eyes to Yesung, who was glancing hesitantly at him. "You brought me to China?!"
There was a brief nod and the subtlest of smiles before Hangeng had launched himself at the younger male, slamming their lips together in a sort of rushed, ecstatic, 'thank you' kiss before he reeled back, realizing what he had just done.
"Ah.. Y-yesung.. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to, I just got caught up is all and well.. China... and you... and I'm not this type of person.. and it was a surprise and no one else would have ever thought of doing this for me and I haven't seen my family in so long so I just sort of kissed you without thinking and I can't believe I'm actually speaking Korean well enough to babble on like this to you and--"
Yesung silenced Hangeng with his own lips this time, and when they pulled away, Hangeng opened his mouth as if to speak again, but Yesung clamped a hand over the Chinese boy's mouth.
"I'm glad you like it, Hannie. Now shut up and go visit your family before I gag you and tie you up instead of just blindfolding you."
Hangeng grinned, leaned up to peck Yesung on the lips again, and bolted to the front door, extremely glad to finally see his family after so long.