[drabble] It has always been like this.
∞ It has always been like this.
→ EXO: Kris/Suho; Angst, Comfort, G, 603 words
! no beta; to 队长: いろいろとしてくれてどうもありがとう。
It has always been like this.
The living room is quiet, except for the low hum of the air conditioner hanging on the ceiling. It is, by normal people's standards, still quiet. But it's a comfortable kind of quiet. On a solitary corner of the room lies a couch where Wu Yifan and Kim Junmyeon currently sit beside each other. The younger boy's forehead presses gently against the taller boy's neck, and taller boy's long arm casually rests on the younger's shoulder. The silver moonlight filters through the tinted glass window in front of them. And they stay like that for a few moments, watching the random lights flicker from the tiny windows of the skyrise buildings.
It has always been like this. After a long moment of comfortable silence, Junmyeon's soft voice would drown the low hum of the air conditioner. The words he spills from his mouth would be the same every single time. Even the 'Kim Junmyeon' whom everyone deems to be strong, breaks down sometimes. And Yifan would be there to hold him firmly when he cries like he is falling apart. And this Yifan won't allow Junmyeon to break into pieces.
It has always been like this. Yifan would listen to Junmyeon's complaints and whines. And like it has always been, they would be sitting beside each other, with Yifan's arm draping over the younger's drooped shoulders. He doesn't say anything, and he would tighten his embrace when Junmyeon's words barely make sense as his sobbing intensifies. He doesn’t say anything, because this is when Junmyeon is too stubborn to listen to him and too fragile to accept his words. And besides, Yifan's words are not what Junmyeon truly needs at the moment.
"I am not good enough." Don't say that. "I am always a second choice." It doesn't matter; you are always the number one and the only one for me. "I can't do this." I believe in you. "I want to quit." You have me.
And just like it has always been, Junmyeon falls asleep on his chest after a long moment of crying until he finds it difficult to breathe in between his sobs. However, there is serenity painted on the younger's face as his breath steadies in his slumber. Wet trails of tears are still visible on his bare face. And Yifan would be there to trace his thumb mildly on his soft cheeks, wiping the moisture away.
It has always been like this. And then he kisses the younger's red-dyed hair. It emanates a fresh minty apple fragrance. He used my shampoo again, he muses. And he smiles contentedly, closing his eyes as he props his chin gently on the sleeping boy's head.
It has always been like this. Junmyeon would cry himself to sleep, his head against Yifan’s chest. Then Yifan would sneak his hand under the couch pillows and pull out a blanket that he reserves for times like this. And he would pull their bodies until both of them are in a comfortable position to sleep on the couch. It's alright, Yifan silently tells Junmyeon while rubbing mild circles on his back.
It's alright as long as I can be here for you. I am here for you.
And he feels Junmyeon breathe steadily against his chest. When the hem of the blanket touches Junmyeon's cheeks, the younger would drowsily snuggle closer, and Yifan would slowly adjust the blanket until it covers the younger's frame sufficiently.
And Yifan exhales a sigh of relief. For tomorrow morning, Junmyeon will greet him with a lighter smile. Just like it has always been.
→ EXO: Kris/Suho; Angst, Comfort, G, 603 words
! no beta; to 队长: いろいろとしてくれてどうもありがとう。
It has always been like this.
The living room is quiet, except for the low hum of the air conditioner hanging on the ceiling. It is, by normal people's standards, still quiet. But it's a comfortable kind of quiet. On a solitary corner of the room lies a couch where Wu Yifan and Kim Junmyeon currently sit beside each other. The younger boy's forehead presses gently against the taller boy's neck, and taller boy's long arm casually rests on the younger's shoulder. The silver moonlight filters through the tinted glass window in front of them. And they stay like that for a few moments, watching the random lights flicker from the tiny windows of the skyrise buildings.
It has always been like this. After a long moment of comfortable silence, Junmyeon's soft voice would drown the low hum of the air conditioner. The words he spills from his mouth would be the same every single time. Even the 'Kim Junmyeon' whom everyone deems to be strong, breaks down sometimes. And Yifan would be there to hold him firmly when he cries like he is falling apart. And this Yifan won't allow Junmyeon to break into pieces.
It has always been like this. Yifan would listen to Junmyeon's complaints and whines. And like it has always been, they would be sitting beside each other, with Yifan's arm draping over the younger's drooped shoulders. He doesn't say anything, and he would tighten his embrace when Junmyeon's words barely make sense as his sobbing intensifies. He doesn’t say anything, because this is when Junmyeon is too stubborn to listen to him and too fragile to accept his words. And besides, Yifan's words are not what Junmyeon truly needs at the moment.
"I am not good enough." Don't say that. "I am always a second choice." It doesn't matter; you are always the number one and the only one for me. "I can't do this." I believe in you. "I want to quit." You have me.
And just like it has always been, Junmyeon falls asleep on his chest after a long moment of crying until he finds it difficult to breathe in between his sobs. However, there is serenity painted on the younger's face as his breath steadies in his slumber. Wet trails of tears are still visible on his bare face. And Yifan would be there to trace his thumb mildly on his soft cheeks, wiping the moisture away.
It has always been like this. And then he kisses the younger's red-dyed hair. It emanates a fresh minty apple fragrance. He used my shampoo again, he muses. And he smiles contentedly, closing his eyes as he props his chin gently on the sleeping boy's head.
It has always been like this. Junmyeon would cry himself to sleep, his head against Yifan’s chest. Then Yifan would sneak his hand under the couch pillows and pull out a blanket that he reserves for times like this. And he would pull their bodies until both of them are in a comfortable position to sleep on the couch. It's alright, Yifan silently tells Junmyeon while rubbing mild circles on his back.
It's alright as long as I can be here for you. I am here for you.
And he feels Junmyeon breathe steadily against his chest. When the hem of the blanket touches Junmyeon's cheeks, the younger would drowsily snuggle closer, and Yifan would slowly adjust the blanket until it covers the younger's frame sufficiently.
And Yifan exhales a sigh of relief. For tomorrow morning, Junmyeon will greet him with a lighter smile. Just like it has always been.