Sycophant
Sycophant
Siwon/Han Geng, PG, 304 words
A/N: For rodiy, who, when I said "gimme a word", knew what I was up to and cut straight to the chase. Sadly, I don't think this is a very blatant interpretation of what you might've wanted. m(._.)m Sorry (Sorry Sorry Sorry, I I I first for you you you I fell fell fell down baby)
To each their own, Han Geng thinks.
Their own ways of attaining goals.
It wasn't that he thought of Siwon as anything less than genuine when he'd offered to make his dreams come true, as banal as the words themselves were. It was only that he knew Siwon.
Upright, humble, perfect Siwon, who in Han Geng's eyes could do no wrong. And he had wanted to keep it that way. Only, perfection isn't human.
Han Geng knows this only imperfectly well.
It started with small things, little things like unwarranted smiles, an arm around his shoulders. Then came the light whispers of jokes he didn't understand, a casual hand on his thigh, and before he could protest, a full bodied hug from behind. A tight envelopment about his waist, and chin (sometimes, mouth) resting in the crook of his neck.
"Are my dreams so easy to fulfill?" he jokes, halfly. The back half of his mind really wanted to know.
Siwon smiles. "It's as easy as you want it to be."
"You sound like you know what I want."
"Hyung, you make it sound like you don't." Siwon smiles again, that unintentional disarming smile.
Han Geng knows Siwon is anything but dishonest. He doesn't know why he wants so much to believe he isn't.
"Hyung, are you feeling okay?" Siwon asks, the dimple in his cheek fading slightly.
Han Geng is sure he wants to push a finger into it. Bring it back. Instead, he opts to say, "Siwon, laugh." Siwon stares; he repeats, "I said, laugh."
Siwon's face bursts into a cheeky grin, laughter a shade too throaty but unforced.
"You're right," Han Geng says. "You do know what I want," and he chuckles.
Arms come around him again, the vaguest hint of confidence shown in Siwon's grip. "I'm glad."
Imperfect Siwon, Han Geng thinks. Perfect in his imperfection.
He welcomes the embrace.
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Happy Birthday, my deary dear peeny drawing buddeh~ 8) Thankya fer preaching the good word with me and spreading the rainbows of luurrrve kekeke May we have many more sparklyfested fated creepstah times togedduh~~~♥
Siwon/Han Geng, PG, 304 words
A/N: For rodiy, who, when I said "gimme a word", knew what I was up to and cut straight to the chase. Sadly, I don't think this is a very blatant interpretation of what you might've wanted. m(._.)m Sorry (Sorry Sorry Sorry, I I I first for you you you I fell fell fell down baby)
To each their own, Han Geng thinks.
Their own ways of attaining goals.
It wasn't that he thought of Siwon as anything less than genuine when he'd offered to make his dreams come true, as banal as the words themselves were. It was only that he knew Siwon.
Upright, humble, perfect Siwon, who in Han Geng's eyes could do no wrong. And he had wanted to keep it that way. Only, perfection isn't human.
Han Geng knows this only imperfectly well.
It started with small things, little things like unwarranted smiles, an arm around his shoulders. Then came the light whispers of jokes he didn't understand, a casual hand on his thigh, and before he could protest, a full bodied hug from behind. A tight envelopment about his waist, and chin (sometimes, mouth) resting in the crook of his neck.
"Are my dreams so easy to fulfill?" he jokes, halfly. The back half of his mind really wanted to know.
Siwon smiles. "It's as easy as you want it to be."
"You sound like you know what I want."
"Hyung, you make it sound like you don't." Siwon smiles again, that unintentional disarming smile.
Han Geng knows Siwon is anything but dishonest. He doesn't know why he wants so much to believe he isn't.
"Hyung, are you feeling okay?" Siwon asks, the dimple in his cheek fading slightly.
Han Geng is sure he wants to push a finger into it. Bring it back. Instead, he opts to say, "Siwon, laugh." Siwon stares; he repeats, "I said, laugh."
Siwon's face bursts into a cheeky grin, laughter a shade too throaty but unforced.
"You're right," Han Geng says. "You do know what I want," and he chuckles.
Arms come around him again, the vaguest hint of confidence shown in Siwon's grip. "I'm glad."
Imperfect Siwon, Han Geng thinks. Perfect in his imperfection.
He welcomes the embrace.
---
Happy Birthday, my deary dear peeny drawing buddeh~ 8) Thankya fer preaching the good word with me and spreading the rainbows of luurrrve kekeke May we have many more sparklyfested fated creepstah times togedduh~~~♥