Bathroom Tiles
Title: Bathroom Tiles
Author: wontonxx
Rating: PG ?
Genre: Really bad attempt at angst ?
Length: one shot ; around 647 words
Pairing: HanKyung/Siwon
Warning: AU, total OOC-ness x.x
Disclaimer: I would like to own them, but sadly..no
A/N eek, hope it isn't too bad.
036. Bathroom Tiles
I don’t remember you. To remember, one has to forget first. I never forgot.
Siwon thinks about Hankyung mostly when he’s in the bathroom, lights dim and window open. With his bare feet pressed against the cold bathroom tiles and his face in the small oval mirror, he sees the chinese man next to him, head on his shoulder and foaming mouth clasped around a toothbrush. When the neighbor’s tree taps against the window, he feels his hand latch on to his biceps and thinks about how he used to laugh at him then choke on his mouthwash.
Sometimes the scene was different. Hankyung would be seating on the counter next to the sink, hands playing with the faucet and his feet dangling. Siwon had long forgotten the irritated words he used to say to Hankyung when he playfully turned off the sink while he tried to wash his face, laughing like it was the funniest thing. Siwon thinks that he should have used all those moments to kiss the laughter right out of him.
Then there are times when the bathroom tiles don’t feel cold anymore. He digs up the memory of him on the toilet and Hankyung is hovering above him with his sister’s makeup kit. His eyes are twinkling even with his brows knitted together in concentration. He’d lick his dry lips a couple of times as he swipes more gunk on to his mouth. Siwon never cared when he’d get it on his teeth. He knows he’d never forget the way he frowned when he was done, complaining he looked way too pretty. He also knows he’d never believe that anyone could be as cute as Hankyung.
On rare occasions, occasions that should happen more often, he would find himself on hands and knees, scrubbing the tiles. Of course, he would never finish because in the middle of the process his mind would wander off. Off to a time when they used to clean together, bandanas tightly secured on their heads and aprons loose on their hips. Siwon always disagree with being the one in the pink patterned apron, but he’d smile, tie it on him, and that’s all it ever took for him to quiet down. Sometimes he thinks he can still hear the whisper of his friends claiming him “whipped!” Back then he knew better than to deny the truth.
In the morning, still half asleep with hand restless searching for a snooze button, he still hears Hankyung demands to get wake, still hears his shuffling into the caresses of the icy white of the bathroom and its tiles. Times like those he’d peek one eye open and watch the way the other side of the bed emitted no warmth. He almost sees the notes placed on Hankyung's pillow telling him he had left to work on his own. He thinks he should have taken all those moments chasing away sleep holding him down beside him.
The most recent memory he was sure he would never lose despite his desire to happened one rainy night. It was the way Hankyung frantically collected his things, tears dripping from his eyes to cracks between bathroom tiles. Siwon only watched from the doorway that connected to the bedroom before hearing a sharp cry. He had sliced his finger with one of the razors he was hastily putting into his bag. Siwon had tried to calm him down, just enough to clean his wound, maybe even to stop him from leaving. Hankyung only whipped his hand from his grasp and placed the bleeding digit in his mouth before placing his cologne in a bag along with his toothbrush. Once or twice he would grab one of Siwon's belonging, but he never found his voice to tell him. He had tried too hard to keep his tears in. When Hankyung pushed pass him, Siwon caught a scent that belonged to neither of them and his heart ached. Siwon didn't say anything as Hankyung rushed out of the door, taking his heart with him.
No, I never forgot you. Honestly, I wish I could.
Author: wontonxx
Rating: PG ?
Genre: Really bad attempt at angst ?
Length: one shot ; around 647 words
Pairing: HanKyung/Siwon
Warning: AU, total OOC-ness x.x
Disclaimer: I would like to own them, but sadly..no
A/N eek, hope it isn't too bad.
036. Bathroom Tiles
I don’t remember you. To remember, one has to forget first. I never forgot.
Siwon thinks about Hankyung mostly when he’s in the bathroom, lights dim and window open. With his bare feet pressed against the cold bathroom tiles and his face in the small oval mirror, he sees the chinese man next to him, head on his shoulder and foaming mouth clasped around a toothbrush. When the neighbor’s tree taps against the window, he feels his hand latch on to his biceps and thinks about how he used to laugh at him then choke on his mouthwash.
Sometimes the scene was different. Hankyung would be seating on the counter next to the sink, hands playing with the faucet and his feet dangling. Siwon had long forgotten the irritated words he used to say to Hankyung when he playfully turned off the sink while he tried to wash his face, laughing like it was the funniest thing. Siwon thinks that he should have used all those moments to kiss the laughter right out of him.
Then there are times when the bathroom tiles don’t feel cold anymore. He digs up the memory of him on the toilet and Hankyung is hovering above him with his sister’s makeup kit. His eyes are twinkling even with his brows knitted together in concentration. He’d lick his dry lips a couple of times as he swipes more gunk on to his mouth. Siwon never cared when he’d get it on his teeth. He knows he’d never forget the way he frowned when he was done, complaining he looked way too pretty. He also knows he’d never believe that anyone could be as cute as Hankyung.
On rare occasions, occasions that should happen more often, he would find himself on hands and knees, scrubbing the tiles. Of course, he would never finish because in the middle of the process his mind would wander off. Off to a time when they used to clean together, bandanas tightly secured on their heads and aprons loose on their hips. Siwon always disagree with being the one in the pink patterned apron, but he’d smile, tie it on him, and that’s all it ever took for him to quiet down. Sometimes he thinks he can still hear the whisper of his friends claiming him “whipped!” Back then he knew better than to deny the truth.
In the morning, still half asleep with hand restless searching for a snooze button, he still hears Hankyung demands to get wake, still hears his shuffling into the caresses of the icy white of the bathroom and its tiles. Times like those he’d peek one eye open and watch the way the other side of the bed emitted no warmth. He almost sees the notes placed on Hankyung's pillow telling him he had left to work on his own. He thinks he should have taken all those moments chasing away sleep holding him down beside him.
The most recent memory he was sure he would never lose despite his desire to happened one rainy night. It was the way Hankyung frantically collected his things, tears dripping from his eyes to cracks between bathroom tiles. Siwon only watched from the doorway that connected to the bedroom before hearing a sharp cry. He had sliced his finger with one of the razors he was hastily putting into his bag. Siwon had tried to calm him down, just enough to clean his wound, maybe even to stop him from leaving. Hankyung only whipped his hand from his grasp and placed the bleeding digit in his mouth before placing his cologne in a bag along with his toothbrush. Once or twice he would grab one of Siwon's belonging, but he never found his voice to tell him. He had tried too hard to keep his tears in. When Hankyung pushed pass him, Siwon caught a scent that belonged to neither of them and his heart ached. Siwon didn't say anything as Hankyung rushed out of the door, taking his heart with him.
No, I never forgot you. Honestly, I wish I could.