[FIC] YOUNGWOON'S BDAY FIC
Title : The Warmest Gift
Pair/chara : kangteuk / tiny weeny bit of yunho (DBSK)
Rating : PG for kissing… not really.
Word count : 1734
Summary : Youngwoon was popular. Jungsu was quiet. They met in an empty library.
A/N : for sparklinghebe because I’ve promised (I couldn’t seem to fit the word ‘bitch’ anywhere in here ._____. Sorry for being a failure) and catherine_leite because she’s emo.
***
“We can make it work, Jungsu. Please?” Youngwoon grasped both of Jungsu’s hands in his, staring right into him.
Jungsu wanted it, too- oh, how he wanted it. But they couldn’t, he couldn’t. He knew he would only bring troubles for Youngwoon. Their relationship was wrong in so many ways, and the difference of status only making it even more unacceptable. Jungsu loved Youngwoon enough to let him go, so he pried his hands away from the other’s, “Youngwoon, we can’t.”
The taller didn’t relent. Placing one of his palms against Jungsu’s cheek, making the auburn haired man looking up at him once again.
“Jungsu, I really…”
Youngwoon trailed off in favor of leaning closer. And when Youngwoon’s lips touched his, Jungsu felt safe, secured, and most of all, loved. He could feel Youngwoon’s sincerity and at that moment, Jungsu knew that he belong there, in Youngwoon’s arms.
So he closed his eyes, and kissed him back.
---
Jungsu arrived at a quiet classroom that morning and took his usual seat at the back, right beside the window. A pair of girls was conversing in a low voice at the seat next to his. Jungsu paid them no mind, choosing instead to gaze out the window. Students talking animatedly while entering the building, seemingly unaffected by the biting cold weather, and some group of girls huddled close to get warm. A gust of wind sent a girl’s scarf flying and she reached for it frantically. Jungsu unconsciously touched his neck, and realized that he’s still wearing his scarf inside the room.
There was laughter and when Jungsu pulled away from the window, Youngwoon and his friends entered the class. Youngwoon caught his eyes and gave him a kind smile, and Jungsu felt his ears warmed. He managed a small smile -barely revealing his dimple -and quickly averted his eyes back out the window. He missed the sad expression gracing Youngwoon’s face.
---
He knew he shouldn’t have hoped too much from Jungsu. He sighed and leant his head on his palm boringly. It was hard enough to get Jungsu to talk back freely to him, he should have known that the other wouldn’t just acknowledge their relationship to public eyes in just overnight.
Glancing at the back, he could see his boyfriend jotting down some notes studiously. Jungsu was still as bashful as the first time they talked, he thought. Youngwoon allowed himself a slight smile upon reminiscing the memory. He had taken a different route back home, choosing to jump over the rusty fencing that looked like it was about to collapse at any given moment, instead of exiting through the school gate. As much as he loved his friends, he had his moments too. And that was when he saw his classmate-the one who doesn’t talk, he recalled one of his friends had dubbed the boy- sitting alone in an empty library, looking miserable.
Youngwoon didn’t realize that he was staring, only awoken from his stupor when the object of his attention looked up at him, surprise written over his soft feature. He quickly averted his eyes back down, and got up awkwardly from his seat. Youngwoon put on his kindest smile, stepping into the room.
“You’re not going home?” he asked the boy, who was trying to put a thick and ominous looking book back on top of the shelf, and failed. He smiled and stepped forward to help him, earning a soft ‘thank you’ from the smaller.
“I see you here a lot.” He asked again to get the conversation running. Jungsu shrugged, “ I love it here. It’s quiet, nobody goes here.”
Youngwoon felt oddly intrigued to the quiet boy, and he found himself taking the same route the upcoming days.
---
“Are you going to wear that thing forever?” Youngwoon asked, referring to his scarf, later when there was just the two of them, inside the school library that none of the other students seemed to care to visit.
Jungsu reached up to his neck and produced a small ‘ah,’ when he felt the soft material of his scarf meeting his fingertips. “I was going to earlier…” he trailed off and the other arched his eyebrow in question.
“I never saw you wearing one.” He changed the subject whilst slowly unwinding the white material from his neck. “You don’t have one?” immediately he scolded himself for the silly question. Of course Youngwoon had one.
Youngwoon chuckled, “I always forget to wear it.”
“You shouldn’t,” Jungsu told him in a reprimanding tone, “it’s going to be even colder for the upcoming weeks. You’ll catch a cold.” Youngwoon laughed it off.
Youngwoon smiled fondly at him, “Did you knit it yourself?”
The other looked up in surprise before color rushed to his cheeks, “How did you know?”
“It got your name on it.” Youngwoon motioned to one end of the scarf, where there was a ‘Jungsu’ knitted on with baby blue threads. “I think it’s cute.”
“The scarf?”
“You, knitting.” He answered with a grin, and then went on, “-you know, my grandma knits a lot, too.” which gained a playful slap on the arm.
---
Thirty days flew by fast -too fast, Jungsu thought. It was a wonder how no one seemed to know about his relationship with Youngwoon. Then again, they were never particularly obvious in public.
Jungsu tapped his fingers nervously against the box he was carrying, wrapped in a simple pastel colored paper. He had been leaning against a wall where just around the corner, stood Youngwoon, the birthday boy who got waylaid by three girls -fans, scoffed Jungsu mentally- on his way to the classroom.
To say that Jungsu was jealous would be an understatement indeed. Youngwoon was naturally an easygoing person, and had a hoard of friends, boys and girls alike. But Jungsu knew his boyfriend was always nice to everyone, so it’s okay, he supposed. He trusted Youngwoon.
He pushed himself off the wall and peeked around the corner, only to see that the fangirls were still there talking to Youngwoon. Jungsu sighed and went back to his previous spot. He had been meaning to give Youngwoon his present first thing in the morning. Of course, he could always give them later when there would be just the two of them, like usual. But he wanted to be the first person that greet him birthday, because Youngwoon had done so much for him in the past two months and even before they started going out, putting up with all of the emotional breakdown in his lonely life, and just generally be there for him.
Jungsu closed his eyes and steeled himself, it’s now or never, he resolved as he started to round the corner. Youngwoon caught sight of him approaching and stopped talking, he looked mildly surprised.
“Jungsu…?” he said uncertainly, but a smile leisurely spread on his face.
“Uhm,” was all Jungsu managed as he stopped a couple steps before his boyfriend and the girls. He pressed the present just a tad bit tighter against his torso. Youngwoon noticed this and took a step away from the girls circling him. A disbelieving smile decorating the handsome face and Jungsu thought he looked like he might cry a little.
“I… wasn’t sure what to get you, so I can only give you this. Happy birthday, Youngwoon.”
He thrust the present towards the other but suddenly the other engulfed in a hug instead. “Thank you, Jungsu.” The taller whispered lowly in his ear, and he was sure his face was as red as he thought it was. He nodded a little in response.
“…You’re crushing the present.”
Youngwoon gave a short, breathy laugh and released him. Smilingly he accepted the box, slightly dented because of his treatment earlier. He put it against his ear and shook it a little, trying to guess the content of his gift. “What is this? Can I open it now?”
“Don’t!!” the quiet boy answered quickly, glancing nervously at some students around, and the girls before, still standing just few meters ahead and no doubt, gossiping about them. “It’s… embarrassing.” He continued meekly. Youngwoon laughed once more and affectionately ruffled his hair. He caught Jungsu in one-armed embrace.
“Let’s go.”
---
Youngwoon knew that Jungsu was fidgeting even without looking at him.
“Jungsu-” he started as he carefully pulled off the tapes from the wrapping, “-what are you so nervous about?” He stole a glance when the other didn’t seem like answering the question anytime soon. “Is this thing going to blow up on my face?” he asked jokingly.
The other timidly looked up at him, “I didn’t know what I should give you… so I thought I’d make the gift myself. I’m not sure you’re going to like it…”
“What are you talking about…” said Youngwoon, still delicately -Jungsu frowned at this- trying to open his present, “Of course I’m going to love it.” he pulled the last tape securing the box’s opening off. He peered inside the box and proceeded to fish out the object inside it. “And even more that you made it yourself.” A simple baby blue scarf.
Jungsu nervously watched as Youngwoon wound the scarf around his neck, one of the ends dangling off his shoulder and fell nearly reached his waist.
“Ah, it’s too long.” He said dejectedly.
Youngwoon smiled brightly, eyes turning into crescents that Jungsu had always loved.
“It’s warm.”
And it brought Jungsu’s own lips into a soft smile, as he shuffled forward for a hug.
---
Kim Youngwoon strode confidently along the hallway of his school, waving and smiling at everyone who bothered enough to greet him. He heard a familiar voice called to him and then an arm was slung on his shoulder casually.
“You look happy this morning.” His best friend, Yunho, stated. “Something good must’ve happened.”
They continued to chat along the way to the classroom, shortly joined by the other friends. Entering their classroom, he caught sight of his boyfriend sitting by the window, as usual, and threw him a carefree smile. The other smiled back in return, widening after he noticed Youngwoon’s attire that morning.
“Hey… today is a good day.” Yunho spoke as they settled down on their seats. “You didn’t forget to wear a scarf today.” He joked.
“Of course.” Youngwoon grinned, unconsciously stroking one end of the said garment, where a small word was knitted there, barely visible. “How could I forget.”
Saranghae.
***
end.
I… don’t even know why I put Jung Yunho there. Oh well. This is vague as ever.
So basically in this story Youngwoon kind and popular. And gorgeous. And popular. Whilst Jungsu came from a family with financial problem, and he didn’t have friends, and all other miserable stuffs blah blah. This was supposed to be longer but I wanted to post it on Kangin’s birthday so it came out rushed.
And just to make it clear, the part where Jungsu thought Youngwoon was going to cry, is because Youngwoon loved him so much, but Jungsu wasn’t someone that could be considered affectionate, he couldn’t directly say ‘I love you’ -even when in actual he really loved him - hence the word ‘saranghae’ secretly knitted on Youngwoon’s scarf. So when Jungsu showed up with his present in public Youngwoon was like, deeply moved? That he teared a little?
orz I talked too much. Anyway, happy birthday Kim Youngwoon ^0^
edited: because I accidentally deleted a sentence #fail please kindly inform me if you notice any mistakes I think there's still a lot .____.
Pair/chara : kangteuk / tiny weeny bit of yunho (DBSK)
Rating : PG for kissing… not really.
Word count : 1734
Summary : Youngwoon was popular. Jungsu was quiet. They met in an empty library.
A/N : for sparklinghebe because I’ve promised (I couldn’t seem to fit the word ‘bitch’ anywhere in here ._____. Sorry for being a failure) and catherine_leite because she’s emo.
***
“We can make it work, Jungsu. Please?” Youngwoon grasped both of Jungsu’s hands in his, staring right into him.
Jungsu wanted it, too- oh, how he wanted it. But they couldn’t, he couldn’t. He knew he would only bring troubles for Youngwoon. Their relationship was wrong in so many ways, and the difference of status only making it even more unacceptable. Jungsu loved Youngwoon enough to let him go, so he pried his hands away from the other’s, “Youngwoon, we can’t.”
The taller didn’t relent. Placing one of his palms against Jungsu’s cheek, making the auburn haired man looking up at him once again.
“Jungsu, I really…”
Youngwoon trailed off in favor of leaning closer. And when Youngwoon’s lips touched his, Jungsu felt safe, secured, and most of all, loved. He could feel Youngwoon’s sincerity and at that moment, Jungsu knew that he belong there, in Youngwoon’s arms.
So he closed his eyes, and kissed him back.
---
Jungsu arrived at a quiet classroom that morning and took his usual seat at the back, right beside the window. A pair of girls was conversing in a low voice at the seat next to his. Jungsu paid them no mind, choosing instead to gaze out the window. Students talking animatedly while entering the building, seemingly unaffected by the biting cold weather, and some group of girls huddled close to get warm. A gust of wind sent a girl’s scarf flying and she reached for it frantically. Jungsu unconsciously touched his neck, and realized that he’s still wearing his scarf inside the room.
There was laughter and when Jungsu pulled away from the window, Youngwoon and his friends entered the class. Youngwoon caught his eyes and gave him a kind smile, and Jungsu felt his ears warmed. He managed a small smile -barely revealing his dimple -and quickly averted his eyes back out the window. He missed the sad expression gracing Youngwoon’s face.
---
He knew he shouldn’t have hoped too much from Jungsu. He sighed and leant his head on his palm boringly. It was hard enough to get Jungsu to talk back freely to him, he should have known that the other wouldn’t just acknowledge their relationship to public eyes in just overnight.
Glancing at the back, he could see his boyfriend jotting down some notes studiously. Jungsu was still as bashful as the first time they talked, he thought. Youngwoon allowed himself a slight smile upon reminiscing the memory. He had taken a different route back home, choosing to jump over the rusty fencing that looked like it was about to collapse at any given moment, instead of exiting through the school gate. As much as he loved his friends, he had his moments too. And that was when he saw his classmate-the one who doesn’t talk, he recalled one of his friends had dubbed the boy- sitting alone in an empty library, looking miserable.
Youngwoon didn’t realize that he was staring, only awoken from his stupor when the object of his attention looked up at him, surprise written over his soft feature. He quickly averted his eyes back down, and got up awkwardly from his seat. Youngwoon put on his kindest smile, stepping into the room.
“You’re not going home?” he asked the boy, who was trying to put a thick and ominous looking book back on top of the shelf, and failed. He smiled and stepped forward to help him, earning a soft ‘thank you’ from the smaller.
“I see you here a lot.” He asked again to get the conversation running. Jungsu shrugged, “ I love it here. It’s quiet, nobody goes here.”
Youngwoon felt oddly intrigued to the quiet boy, and he found himself taking the same route the upcoming days.
---
“Are you going to wear that thing forever?” Youngwoon asked, referring to his scarf, later when there was just the two of them, inside the school library that none of the other students seemed to care to visit.
Jungsu reached up to his neck and produced a small ‘ah,’ when he felt the soft material of his scarf meeting his fingertips. “I was going to earlier…” he trailed off and the other arched his eyebrow in question.
“I never saw you wearing one.” He changed the subject whilst slowly unwinding the white material from his neck. “You don’t have one?” immediately he scolded himself for the silly question. Of course Youngwoon had one.
Youngwoon chuckled, “I always forget to wear it.”
“You shouldn’t,” Jungsu told him in a reprimanding tone, “it’s going to be even colder for the upcoming weeks. You’ll catch a cold.” Youngwoon laughed it off.
Youngwoon smiled fondly at him, “Did you knit it yourself?”
The other looked up in surprise before color rushed to his cheeks, “How did you know?”
“It got your name on it.” Youngwoon motioned to one end of the scarf, where there was a ‘Jungsu’ knitted on with baby blue threads. “I think it’s cute.”
“The scarf?”
“You, knitting.” He answered with a grin, and then went on, “-you know, my grandma knits a lot, too.” which gained a playful slap on the arm.
---
Thirty days flew by fast -too fast, Jungsu thought. It was a wonder how no one seemed to know about his relationship with Youngwoon. Then again, they were never particularly obvious in public.
Jungsu tapped his fingers nervously against the box he was carrying, wrapped in a simple pastel colored paper. He had been leaning against a wall where just around the corner, stood Youngwoon, the birthday boy who got waylaid by three girls -fans, scoffed Jungsu mentally- on his way to the classroom.
To say that Jungsu was jealous would be an understatement indeed. Youngwoon was naturally an easygoing person, and had a hoard of friends, boys and girls alike. But Jungsu knew his boyfriend was always nice to everyone, so it’s okay, he supposed. He trusted Youngwoon.
He pushed himself off the wall and peeked around the corner, only to see that the fangirls were still there talking to Youngwoon. Jungsu sighed and went back to his previous spot. He had been meaning to give Youngwoon his present first thing in the morning. Of course, he could always give them later when there would be just the two of them, like usual. But he wanted to be the first person that greet him birthday, because Youngwoon had done so much for him in the past two months and even before they started going out, putting up with all of the emotional breakdown in his lonely life, and just generally be there for him.
Jungsu closed his eyes and steeled himself, it’s now or never, he resolved as he started to round the corner. Youngwoon caught sight of him approaching and stopped talking, he looked mildly surprised.
“Jungsu…?” he said uncertainly, but a smile leisurely spread on his face.
“Uhm,” was all Jungsu managed as he stopped a couple steps before his boyfriend and the girls. He pressed the present just a tad bit tighter against his torso. Youngwoon noticed this and took a step away from the girls circling him. A disbelieving smile decorating the handsome face and Jungsu thought he looked like he might cry a little.
“I… wasn’t sure what to get you, so I can only give you this. Happy birthday, Youngwoon.”
He thrust the present towards the other but suddenly the other engulfed in a hug instead. “Thank you, Jungsu.” The taller whispered lowly in his ear, and he was sure his face was as red as he thought it was. He nodded a little in response.
“…You’re crushing the present.”
Youngwoon gave a short, breathy laugh and released him. Smilingly he accepted the box, slightly dented because of his treatment earlier. He put it against his ear and shook it a little, trying to guess the content of his gift. “What is this? Can I open it now?”
“Don’t!!” the quiet boy answered quickly, glancing nervously at some students around, and the girls before, still standing just few meters ahead and no doubt, gossiping about them. “It’s… embarrassing.” He continued meekly. Youngwoon laughed once more and affectionately ruffled his hair. He caught Jungsu in one-armed embrace.
“Let’s go.”
---
Youngwoon knew that Jungsu was fidgeting even without looking at him.
“Jungsu-” he started as he carefully pulled off the tapes from the wrapping, “-what are you so nervous about?” He stole a glance when the other didn’t seem like answering the question anytime soon. “Is this thing going to blow up on my face?” he asked jokingly.
The other timidly looked up at him, “I didn’t know what I should give you… so I thought I’d make the gift myself. I’m not sure you’re going to like it…”
“What are you talking about…” said Youngwoon, still delicately -Jungsu frowned at this- trying to open his present, “Of course I’m going to love it.” he pulled the last tape securing the box’s opening off. He peered inside the box and proceeded to fish out the object inside it. “And even more that you made it yourself.” A simple baby blue scarf.
Jungsu nervously watched as Youngwoon wound the scarf around his neck, one of the ends dangling off his shoulder and fell nearly reached his waist.
“Ah, it’s too long.” He said dejectedly.
Youngwoon smiled brightly, eyes turning into crescents that Jungsu had always loved.
“It’s warm.”
And it brought Jungsu’s own lips into a soft smile, as he shuffled forward for a hug.
---
Kim Youngwoon strode confidently along the hallway of his school, waving and smiling at everyone who bothered enough to greet him. He heard a familiar voice called to him and then an arm was slung on his shoulder casually.
“You look happy this morning.” His best friend, Yunho, stated. “Something good must’ve happened.”
They continued to chat along the way to the classroom, shortly joined by the other friends. Entering their classroom, he caught sight of his boyfriend sitting by the window, as usual, and threw him a carefree smile. The other smiled back in return, widening after he noticed Youngwoon’s attire that morning.
“Hey… today is a good day.” Yunho spoke as they settled down on their seats. “You didn’t forget to wear a scarf today.” He joked.
“Of course.” Youngwoon grinned, unconsciously stroking one end of the said garment, where a small word was knitted there, barely visible. “How could I forget.”
Saranghae.
***
end.
I… don’t even know why I put Jung Yunho there. Oh well. This is vague as ever.
So basically in this story Youngwoon kind and popular. And gorgeous. And popular. Whilst Jungsu came from a family with financial problem, and he didn’t have friends, and all other miserable stuffs blah blah. This was supposed to be longer but I wanted to post it on Kangin’s birthday so it came out rushed.
And just to make it clear, the part where Jungsu thought Youngwoon was going to cry, is because Youngwoon loved him so much, but Jungsu wasn’t someone that could be considered affectionate, he couldn’t directly say ‘I love you’ -even when in actual he really loved him - hence the word ‘saranghae’ secretly knitted on Youngwoon’s scarf. So when Jungsu showed up with his present in public Youngwoon was like, deeply moved? That he teared a little?
orz I talked too much. Anyway, happy birthday Kim Youngwoon ^0^
edited: because I accidentally deleted a sentence #fail please kindly inform me if you notice any mistakes I think there's still a lot .____.