[fic] At Least I Still Have You
At Least I Still Have You; A Collection
ratings varied - pairing varied
summary: to show that things can be sweet and perfect, that everything can fall into place without chaos, without a fall from grace and redemption. dedicated to dalpaengee.
one.
g - kyumi
“dance with me.”
Zhoumi’s eyes are big and happy and Kyuhyun rolls his eyes just slightly and looks back at his computer screen because he knows that if he looks at Zhoumi for too long, he’ll be cornered into doing something he really would rather not do.
“kyuhyun, dance with me.”
“ge, i can’t dance, and you definitely can’t dance.” The sound the monsters make as Kyuhyun kills them with a tap of his mouse makes the corners of his lips turn up.
“kyuhyun.” Zhoumi’s voice is soft and pleading and Kyuhyun’s character dies by falling off a cliff Kyuhyun’s never seen before in all his times of playing the game.
Kyuhyun turns around slowly in his chair. “but i don’t want to-“ And Zhoumi grabs his hands and pulls him out of his seat. He’s held close to Zhoumi’s thin chest and they spin around the room in circles and Kyuhyun decides that okay, maybe he can do this kind of dancing, but only with Zhoumi and his shampoo that smells like flowers.
two.
g - henhae
"at least teach me twinkle, twinkle."
henry sighs softly because how come he didn't stay in canada and go to dental school like his parents wanted him to do? "i tried already, hyung, remember? you broke all my extra strings..."
donghae just shakes his head and shakes his hands and tries to be like hangeng-ge. "i don't understand." except that his big grin shows that he understands just fine.
henry wants to sigh again. when he opens his mouth to find another protest, donghae leans in and kisses his cheek and shrugs and henry, well, henry melts and counts how much money he has left in his allowance because he's going to have to get extra extra strings after the lesson.
three.
r - hanchul
"why are you always so loud?"
...is what hankyung would like to ask. but he doesn't, because heechul makes another noise like a purring cat and arches his back and hankyung's hands shake on heechul's hips.
what really comes out of his mouth is a breathless combination of chinese and korean that he thinks maybe might make sense if it was all in one language.
"ha-han- fuck- hankyung, right there, right there, oh god fuck yes-"
hankyung makes a mental note to stuff a pillow into heechul's mouth the next time they do this and gathers a fistful of heechul's hair and yanks him up and bites the line of his jaw and makes heechul cuss louder.
four .
pg13 - kangteuk
"Youngwoon!"
Jungsu shoves the heavy shoulder lying across his chest, but he knows that it's not going to make much of a difference, so he wonders why he bothers. Instead, he looks up at the ceiling and wonders if he could die like this, trapped under all of Youngwoon's dead weight in what just might be the hottest morning that summer.
"I'm going to die under Youngwoon. I, Park Jungsu, am going to die of heat exhaustion and suffocation under Kim Youngwoon. What have I done wrong in my life to deserve this?"
"You let me go drinking with Heechul, that's what you did, you little shit."
Youngwoon's voice is rough and husky and deep and when he talks Jungsu's chest rumbles. His body starts a slow side to the left and soon Junsu can breathe again, but Youngwoon has his head tucked under his shoulder. "I want my head to fall off." Jungsu thinks he hears just a little bit of a whimper and damnit, he feels bad because really, he did know better to let anyone that wasn't Ryeowook go drinking with Heechul.
So he turns over and runs his fingers through Youngwoon's hair and kisses his forehead and Youngwoon lets out a soft sigh and moves closer and relaxes underneath his fingers and Jungsu doesn't feel the heat anymore. He falls back asleep when Youngwoon's breaths grow deep and slow.
five.
pg - k.r.y.
you run to them in the airport because you've missed them both too much to care that people are watching. ryeowook's hair is as soft as ever under your lips and kyuhyun's newest spots of acne on his chin are as endearing as ever. you don't say much because really, there's nothing you could say out loud that they wouldn't already know in the look in your eyes and the touch of your fingertips.
the drive home is silent too, kyuhyun dozing on your shoulder and ryeowook tracing the lines of your hand as if he knows exactly how many there are, and he's wondering if anything's changed.
nothing's changed you say in the way your hands close over his brushing fingers.
you can concentrate on the soft voices of the other returned members because you can feel kyuhyun's steady heartbeat against your shoulder and hear ryeowook's breathing in your ear.
kyuhyun stumbles slightly on his way inside your bedroom, not quite awake from the car trip home. ryeowook is all smiles as he peels his sweatshirt over his head and folds it on the dresser as he always does. you crawl over kyuhyun and let yourself settle on top of him; you remember the days when you were too scared that you were going to crush him, and the way he convinced you with kisses on the cheek and adamant hands. now you don't think about it at all.
ryeowook feels tiny as he slides in beside you, pressed close against kyuhyun's side, arm and leg thrown over your back and thigh. he smells like the airport and wind and something else that must be china. you can't seem to smell ryeowook, but you know it's there.
of course i'm here he says with the smile in his eyes and his lips on yours.
you can feel kyuhyun hot against your stomach, can feel the way he's willing for more than just slow kisses in the moonlight and you are too, but you can't bring yourself to do anything more then kiss him patiently, deeply. there's something so perfect and so still about their homecoming that you don't want to shatter with breathless whispers and straining muscles. ryeowook's pout is all too visible in the dark and you and kyuhyun laugh together.
we have forever kyuhyun says with the press of his lips on ryeowook's cheeks and his hands around your arm. ryeowook smiles in surrender and you slide off kyuhyun and hold them both close to you and thank god, like you do every night, for giving the two of them to you and bringing them back home safe again and again.
note: because i wanted to make you feel better, hannah, and let you read cute things without angst and because i love you. but still give me prompts, okay? OH AND FOR EVERYONE ELSE: i'm jumping the bandwagon and taking requests, HEREHEREHERE.
ratings varied - pairing varied
summary: to show that things can be sweet and perfect, that everything can fall into place without chaos, without a fall from grace and redemption. dedicated to dalpaengee.
one.
g - kyumi
“dance with me.”
Zhoumi’s eyes are big and happy and Kyuhyun rolls his eyes just slightly and looks back at his computer screen because he knows that if he looks at Zhoumi for too long, he’ll be cornered into doing something he really would rather not do.
“kyuhyun, dance with me.”
“ge, i can’t dance, and you definitely can’t dance.” The sound the monsters make as Kyuhyun kills them with a tap of his mouse makes the corners of his lips turn up.
“kyuhyun.” Zhoumi’s voice is soft and pleading and Kyuhyun’s character dies by falling off a cliff Kyuhyun’s never seen before in all his times of playing the game.
Kyuhyun turns around slowly in his chair. “but i don’t want to-“ And Zhoumi grabs his hands and pulls him out of his seat. He’s held close to Zhoumi’s thin chest and they spin around the room in circles and Kyuhyun decides that okay, maybe he can do this kind of dancing, but only with Zhoumi and his shampoo that smells like flowers.
two.
g - henhae
"at least teach me twinkle, twinkle."
henry sighs softly because how come he didn't stay in canada and go to dental school like his parents wanted him to do? "i tried already, hyung, remember? you broke all my extra strings..."
donghae just shakes his head and shakes his hands and tries to be like hangeng-ge. "i don't understand." except that his big grin shows that he understands just fine.
henry wants to sigh again. when he opens his mouth to find another protest, donghae leans in and kisses his cheek and shrugs and henry, well, henry melts and counts how much money he has left in his allowance because he's going to have to get extra extra strings after the lesson.
three.
r - hanchul
"why are you always so loud?"
...is what hankyung would like to ask. but he doesn't, because heechul makes another noise like a purring cat and arches his back and hankyung's hands shake on heechul's hips.
what really comes out of his mouth is a breathless combination of chinese and korean that he thinks maybe might make sense if it was all in one language.
"ha-han- fuck- hankyung, right there, right there, oh god fuck yes-"
hankyung makes a mental note to stuff a pillow into heechul's mouth the next time they do this and gathers a fistful of heechul's hair and yanks him up and bites the line of his jaw and makes heechul cuss louder.
four .
pg13 - kangteuk
"Youngwoon!"
Jungsu shoves the heavy shoulder lying across his chest, but he knows that it's not going to make much of a difference, so he wonders why he bothers. Instead, he looks up at the ceiling and wonders if he could die like this, trapped under all of Youngwoon's dead weight in what just might be the hottest morning that summer.
"I'm going to die under Youngwoon. I, Park Jungsu, am going to die of heat exhaustion and suffocation under Kim Youngwoon. What have I done wrong in my life to deserve this?"
"You let me go drinking with Heechul, that's what you did, you little shit."
Youngwoon's voice is rough and husky and deep and when he talks Jungsu's chest rumbles. His body starts a slow side to the left and soon Junsu can breathe again, but Youngwoon has his head tucked under his shoulder. "I want my head to fall off." Jungsu thinks he hears just a little bit of a whimper and damnit, he feels bad because really, he did know better to let anyone that wasn't Ryeowook go drinking with Heechul.
So he turns over and runs his fingers through Youngwoon's hair and kisses his forehead and Youngwoon lets out a soft sigh and moves closer and relaxes underneath his fingers and Jungsu doesn't feel the heat anymore. He falls back asleep when Youngwoon's breaths grow deep and slow.
five.
pg - k.r.y.
you run to them in the airport because you've missed them both too much to care that people are watching. ryeowook's hair is as soft as ever under your lips and kyuhyun's newest spots of acne on his chin are as endearing as ever. you don't say much because really, there's nothing you could say out loud that they wouldn't already know in the look in your eyes and the touch of your fingertips.
the drive home is silent too, kyuhyun dozing on your shoulder and ryeowook tracing the lines of your hand as if he knows exactly how many there are, and he's wondering if anything's changed.
nothing's changed you say in the way your hands close over his brushing fingers.
you can concentrate on the soft voices of the other returned members because you can feel kyuhyun's steady heartbeat against your shoulder and hear ryeowook's breathing in your ear.
kyuhyun stumbles slightly on his way inside your bedroom, not quite awake from the car trip home. ryeowook is all smiles as he peels his sweatshirt over his head and folds it on the dresser as he always does. you crawl over kyuhyun and let yourself settle on top of him; you remember the days when you were too scared that you were going to crush him, and the way he convinced you with kisses on the cheek and adamant hands. now you don't think about it at all.
ryeowook feels tiny as he slides in beside you, pressed close against kyuhyun's side, arm and leg thrown over your back and thigh. he smells like the airport and wind and something else that must be china. you can't seem to smell ryeowook, but you know it's there.
of course i'm here he says with the smile in his eyes and his lips on yours.
you can feel kyuhyun hot against your stomach, can feel the way he's willing for more than just slow kisses in the moonlight and you are too, but you can't bring yourself to do anything more then kiss him patiently, deeply. there's something so perfect and so still about their homecoming that you don't want to shatter with breathless whispers and straining muscles. ryeowook's pout is all too visible in the dark and you and kyuhyun laugh together.
we have forever kyuhyun says with the press of his lips on ryeowook's cheeks and his hands around your arm. ryeowook smiles in surrender and you slide off kyuhyun and hold them both close to you and thank god, like you do every night, for giving the two of them to you and bringing them back home safe again and again.
note: because i wanted to make you feel better, hannah, and let you read cute things without angst and because i love you. but still give me prompts, okay? OH AND FOR EVERYONE ELSE: i'm jumping the bandwagon and taking requests, HEREHEREHERE.