→ Of Wishful Kisses
Date Finished: 09.01.2009
Title: Of Wishful Kisses
Genre: Romance+Angst
Rating: G
Pairing: Hangeng/Yesung
Summary: Even though he is crying, he still looks like the most beautiful thing to you.
A/N: This fic was done for the 100 SJ Fic Challenge, Theme 098. Soothing.
This is rather fail T-T I haven’t written YeHan in ages…
It’s bittersweet, yes, when you catch him in your arms and he’s crying most painfully. Bitter because in the back of your mind, you’re somewhat glad that that girl he was dating, what was her name again? Was it Inyoung? Haneul? Or something else? Soyeon? Truthfully you do not care.
But anyhow. Bitter, because you are somewhat glad that that girl he was dating had cheated on him, leading to their untimely breakup. Sweet, because even though he is crying, he still looks like the most beautiful thing to you, and you have to close your eyes, because you want to kiss him, but at the same time you don’t, because of course, you can’t.
You think it’s rather cruel of you, being happy that that girl is out of the way, while he is crying because of the same fact. But you give yourself the reason that you are happy because she doesn’t deserve him, that she was stupid to give him up for another that would love her less than he did. And you tell him this.
It seems to soothe him some, because he cries less. But the fact is that he’s still crying, and you have to keep your eyes closed again, or else you might give into your urge to kiss him. The very thought almost makes you blush with shame.
You take a deep breath as you continue to murmur comforting words into his ears, and pet his hair sweetly, like he’s a lost little child. He cries everything out, as you nod at his words, not really listening because you’re too concentrated on your resistance.
He falls asleep in your arms, and you’re left in the same conflict you always have when his girlfriends break up with him, or become unfaithful to him. The want to kiss his worries away, wipe away those accursedly beautiful tears away with the side of your hands, and bring him to you, and protect him forever.
He doesn’t deserve such heartbreaks, but that doesn’t mean you will offer him any better. He does not love you that way.
The thought hardly soothes the monster in your chest, the one of you that wants him for your own. You can already hear its dissatisfied grumblings in the pit of your heart, but you ignore it, focused on the feeling of his hair running beneath your fingers, and his hands from where they are grasped at your sides.
In the end, you bring him to his bed and tuck him underneath the covers, sitting there for another hour to watch him breathing in his sleep, before you press your lips to his cheek, and leave him.
During the night, you hear him wake up, crying again.
And it takes everything you have not to run to his side.
Title: Of Wishful Kisses
Genre: Romance+Angst
Rating: G
Pairing: Hangeng/Yesung
Summary: Even though he is crying, he still looks like the most beautiful thing to you.
A/N: This fic was done for the 100 SJ Fic Challenge, Theme 098. Soothing.
This is rather fail T-T I haven’t written YeHan in ages…
It’s bittersweet, yes, when you catch him in your arms and he’s crying most painfully. Bitter because in the back of your mind, you’re somewhat glad that that girl he was dating, what was her name again? Was it Inyoung? Haneul? Or something else? Soyeon? Truthfully you do not care.
But anyhow. Bitter, because you are somewhat glad that that girl he was dating had cheated on him, leading to their untimely breakup. Sweet, because even though he is crying, he still looks like the most beautiful thing to you, and you have to close your eyes, because you want to kiss him, but at the same time you don’t, because of course, you can’t.
You think it’s rather cruel of you, being happy that that girl is out of the way, while he is crying because of the same fact. But you give yourself the reason that you are happy because she doesn’t deserve him, that she was stupid to give him up for another that would love her less than he did. And you tell him this.
It seems to soothe him some, because he cries less. But the fact is that he’s still crying, and you have to keep your eyes closed again, or else you might give into your urge to kiss him. The very thought almost makes you blush with shame.
You take a deep breath as you continue to murmur comforting words into his ears, and pet his hair sweetly, like he’s a lost little child. He cries everything out, as you nod at his words, not really listening because you’re too concentrated on your resistance.
He falls asleep in your arms, and you’re left in the same conflict you always have when his girlfriends break up with him, or become unfaithful to him. The want to kiss his worries away, wipe away those accursedly beautiful tears away with the side of your hands, and bring him to you, and protect him forever.
He doesn’t deserve such heartbreaks, but that doesn’t mean you will offer him any better. He does not love you that way.
The thought hardly soothes the monster in your chest, the one of you that wants him for your own. You can already hear its dissatisfied grumblings in the pit of your heart, but you ignore it, focused on the feeling of his hair running beneath your fingers, and his hands from where they are grasped at your sides.
In the end, you bring him to his bed and tuck him underneath the covers, sitting there for another hour to watch him breathing in his sleep, before you press your lips to his cheek, and leave him.
During the night, you hear him wake up, crying again.
And it takes everything you have not to run to his side.