Title: That Fleeting Thought...
Pairing: Kai/LuHan
Summary: It was that small moment where an unspoken promise was made.
Rating: PG13
LuHan thought himself as someone who spoke when needed, processing words carefully in his head before enunciating them out loud. He was small in stature compared to other males his age, but the flame in his eyes told you he wasn't someone to be taken lightly. Although having feminine looks and a quiet voice, he was surprisingly stubborn and demanding, standing his ground with a slight frown and lips set in a grim line.
It was raining particularly hard that afternoon, the downpour covering the streets like a fog and drumming down harshly onto the ground. LuHan ran, head down and his bag over his head, before getting exhausted and running into the small space of the bus shelter. He knew that the bus had already come and gone, and the next one won't come by for another half-hour; it was the sad downside of attending a university so up on the hills.
Despite his efforts in covering himself from the rain, he was soaked to the bone. Silently cursing himself for not packing an umbrella, he wrung excess water from his shirt and swiped his bangs to the side; he felt like he had taken a shower in his clothes. Just as he makes himself comfortable, leaning against the walls of the metal shelter, he hears the footsteps splashing against the wet pavement before he sees the person.
Running blindly into the shelter, LuHan watches silently from the corner of his eyes as a tall stranger catches his breath and sighs quietly, relieved to be under a roof and away from the crazy downpour. Wet, black hair covered most of his face as a simple white shirt clung to a rather sculpted body. LuHan couldn't help but to compare the board shoulders and long legs to his skinny frame; he crosses his arms as a slight scowl mars his face.
Brushing his hair back, revealing the handsomely sharp features, the guy finally notices LuHan standing silently in the corner, also soaked and in the same state as him. The two exchange eye contact, neither flinching away from each other. LuHan finds his scowl, the small frown line that was between his eyebrows, soften slightly as the lightless black orbs of the tall stranger makes all his fleeting thoughts disappear.
'An attractive body for an attractive face,' LuHan thinks momentarily; he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Monsoon season," the stranger says, words almost drowned away by the sound of rain. If he hadn't stepped closer to LuHan before speaking, LuHan would've missed the low, husky tone of the strangers voice. They stood side by side, enough space to give each other privacy, as the rain continued to fall; no signs of it relenting in its storm any time soon.
Nodding in response, LuHan shifts his gaze towards the rain that was falling outside the small shelter. The silence that settled between them, wasn't as awkward as LuHan expected it to be. From experience, he encountered many people squirmed with impatience around him, partially because he responded with little to no enthusiasm. But the handsome stranger simply took the silent, unsociable LuHan in stride; almost seeming like he was ignoring him completely.
Every now and then, LuHan's gaze would flicker towards the guy beside him. He found that his eyes just itched to see the equally mute male standing all model-esque beside him. With his eyes cast down and wet hair pushed back, the full lips and sharp nose defined his slim jaw nicely. LuHan could see stray water drops sliding down the smooth skin; past the cheeks, down the neck, and fading under his drenched shirt. He found himself unconsciously licking his dry lips and averting his eyes, the embarrassment squirming in his stomach.
'He has a nice face,' LuHan finds himself thinking, eyes staring moodily out to the rain filled street, 'and a good proportionate body'. Stealing another look sideways, LuHan gets the sudden urge to draw the boy; to capture the moment of stillness on paper by his own hands. Finding his fingers twitching to hold a pencil, LuHan's mind wanders to his sketch book in his sodden bag, a small corner of his mind worrying whether the pages were soaked. It was the artist side of him; he couldn't oppose the insistent nagging voice in his mind to draw things that appealed to him, be it people, nature, or inanimate objects.
As his hand moves to unlatch the buckle of his bag, where his perfectly sharpened pencils were, the tall male shifts his gaze from his shoes, to LuHan's face. It was done in one graceful movement, numbing LuHan's reaction to turn his eyes away. Feeling as if he was caught doing a shameful deed, LuHan could feel his cheeks rising in temperature, a contrast to the cool rainy air around them. But something held him from moving; that something being the dark, black eyes that stared right at him. It was as if those eyes sucked away all of his train of thoughts and commands of motion. LuHan found himself blinking in wonder at the silent, dark haired male with a look that could only be described as a lost girl who found her treasure.
Swallowing dry air to clear his throat, a small rise of panic flooded LuHan's body. The overwhelming presence from the predatory gaze, made the hairs on the back of his neck rise; he felt like a lamb that walked into a wolf's den.
Frozen on the spot with unwavering eyes, LuHan watches with a thrumming heart as those dark orbs stare at his face. He could literally feel the heat of the gaze; feeling them stare at his nose, his slightly parted lips, his pale complexion, and trailing down his neck to his shoulder line. A shiver runs down LuHan's body as he feels the gaze moving down to his small frame; the wet shirt clinging to his slim waist and chest, the soaked jeans outlining his skinny legs. Wherever those eyes landed on his body, he felt hot and uncomfortable. Whether it was a trick of his mind, to his embarrassment, the image of graceful hands caressing his body painted in his mind, and it took all his will to stifle a moan. He was sure now that his cheeks were flaming red.
'I feel violated,' LuHan cries inwardly in mortification. But he still couldn't avert his gaze away from the tall stranger, he felt addicted and under a spell. He watched as he was being, in his own terms, eye-raped.
With his guard down, his body trembling as the fixated black gaze roam all over him, a sudden gasp escapes his lips as the onyx orbs snap back up to his face, those incomprehensible eyes staring into his own stubborn eyes in a small battle of dominance. A corner of the tall boy's lips pull up, revealing a sly grin that made the heat in LuHan's cheeks rise, and his heart to skip a beat. Unconsciously, LuHan stands up straight and wraps his arms around his torso. He frowns slightly, not liking how 'tall-dark-and-handsome' was affecting him in mind and body.
"Cute," was all LuHan heard from those full lips before the dark eyed male took two steps to stand a hands-width apart from him.
The sound of the deafening downpour that echoed through the bus shelter faded away into a small buzz, as the chills of the rain were overwritten by the heat that was radiating just a arms reach away.
This time, it was LuHan's gaze that finally wandered away from the undeniably handsome face. He took it all in like a sponge, absorbing every detail of the male standing so close to him.
LuHan saw how naturally the soft, black hair was swooped away from covering the handsome face, he retraced the contours of the eyes, nose and lips, and how the cheekbones sat proudly, completing a perfect face. As his throat goes dry, LuHan trails his eyes down past the elegant neck and broad shoulders, noticing the smooth, slightly tanned skin. He licks his lips, a quick movement he hoped was overlooked by the tall male, as the soaked white shirt clung to every crevice of the strong body.
It was then that a flame of desire lighted itself in the pit of LuHan's stomach. Nibbling on his bottom lips, he clears his throat and scratches away the itch that wanted to move his hands to caress the body before him. LuHan could feel the dark gaze watching him the entire time, and it took all his effort and will to not throw his arms around the strong shoulders, and have a taste of those full lips. LuHan shivers, and he reminds himself that it was not from the cold.
'Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit...' was all LuHan could muster, his head spinning in euphoric want and craving. In the midst of trying to decide whether to succumb to his desire and yearning, or to quickly get out of this dangerous situation, a bus rolls to a slow halt before them; both jolting slightly in surprise. It was apparent that neither were waiting that eagerly, nor paying attention to the time.
The doors of the bus slowly opens, the driver giving the two a look of question as neither moved from their spots.
'I should get on that bus and forget all about this guy,' LuHan thinks. But his body does not move, nor does his eyes break away from the smothering gaze that stared down at him.
Doors closing shut, LuHan's only chance of escape, from this weather and the addictive stranger, drives away through the rain.
The rhythmic beat that continued to pour down around them, filled the gap of stillness. Now and then, a car would drive by, its wipers furiously attempting to clear the front glass of the vehicle as the gray clouds heaved buckets of water onto it.
A smile, a complete smile of straight white teeth, flutters LuHan's heart as the stranger tilts his head slightly and continues to stare down at LuHan.
"Weren't you going to get on that?" the ring of the low, husky voice echoed through the bus shelter.
"Too late now," LuHan answers, the words coming out as a breathless sigh. He couldn't help the odd feeling of a mutual understanding that spread through his body as the smile on the tall male widened. It was as if the handsome guy was silently saying to him, "I'm glad you didn't".
The back of a large, elegant hand caresses LuHan's cheeks, it was a motion of a greeting and a promise all wrapped up into one simple touch. "Kim JongIn, first year industrial design major," the tall male says, putting the hand that stroked LuHan's cheek out in front of him.
As all feelings of unease that still lingered disappear, LuHan finds himself smiling and taking that outstretched hand, "LuHan, third year art major," he replies, blushing at JongIn's firm and unrelenting grasp of his hand. LuHan tenses as JongIn gently strokes the back of his hand with his thumb, but then relaxes as he feels a kind hand runs its slender fingers through his slightly curling hair. The feeling of protection and care squirmed itself into LuHan's heart.
It was that small moment where an unspoken promise was made.
And it was that unspoken promise that tied the ends of two red strings together.
And it was where that fleeting thought of maybe, us, and love was brought into consideration.
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A/N: Okay, this was written purely on impulse. It has no plot and no meaning; I just wrote it as it came to me lol. I've been really wanting to write some Kai / LuHan ever since History came out (OTL cannot believe they haven't debuted yet, but have a full MV out already... SM... why do you torture me so? ;___;) I'm rather sad that Kai and LuHan are in different sub-groups, I have found this rare fondness for the both of them over the past months... I really wanted them together :'(
oh, and please excuse all grammatical errors if they are found... i'll be honest as i haven't edited this yet ;;;; (later...i will later... lol)