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writetomyheart2015-10-05 04:23 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-10-05 04:23 pm
[team sonic] summer
First words from not exactly who you think I am.
The title is from Calvin Harris' Summer.
Written for the xuanjoo ficfest.
Does a place where you fit in actually exist? That's the question that's been hovering in Yixuan's thoughts for a while now. He left home for a another country, for school, and later work, and though it's been great, everything he imagined, there are still moments when he looks around and finds himself wondering, what am I doing here?
"Hey! Do you want to come play?" Yixuan looks up, Sungjoo is holding a beach ball, beckoning him towards the game, a net strung up on the beach, smiles and sand flying everywhere—usually Yixuan would be all for playing but he's just a little tired today, staying up late like last night has started to wear on him just a bit.
"Not yet!" he calls, waving. "You can still win without me." His wink, he knows, will only spur Sungjoo on, and it works, as they start playing again with renewed vigour, under the heat of the sun, the ocean glittering beyond the beach.
Summer. Yixuan leans back under the striped beach umbrella, watches all the couples sitting on the beach, a guy rubbing sunscreen into his girlfriend's skin, a family making sandcastles, a group of teen girls eying the guys playing beach volleyball and the way they giggle to each other, ruffled bikinis and excited cheering when both sides score.
Sungjoo's team wins, of course, and he comes back grinning as Yixuan passes him a beer, high fives and a sloppy kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth.
"You're so sweaty," Yixuan laughs, making a face as he pokes Sungjoo's forehead, giving the rest of the guys a high five too as Seungyoun makes a face because he doesn't like losing, and Wenhan flicks him on the forehead.
"You're nice and cool," Sungjoo retorts, and that's all the warning Yixuan gets before Sungjoo plops himself down into his lap, leaning against his shoulder.
"Ouch!" Yixuan complains, but he doesn't mind, not really.
"You guys are so cheesy," Yibo complains, rolling his eyes as he grabs a popsicle.
"Just wait," Seungyoun sticks out his tongue from where he's plastered over Wenhan, and Yibo rolls his eyes.
"Forget it."
"I'm still hot," Sungjoo says, pressing the can of beer to his forehead.
"It's summer," Yixuan laughs. "Get used to it."
"What about water polo?" Wenhan asks, and there's an evil sparkle in his eyes, Mr university swim team captain, but everyone nods anyway.
"Race you to the water!" Yibo shouts, popsicle wrapper fluttering to the ground as he takes off running and Seungyoun coughs at the sand his heels kick up before he's hot on the chase, feet pounding down to the shore, Wenhan only a beat away. Sungjoo laughs, reaches out to pick up the empty wrapper and put it in the garbage bag; Yixuan gathers up the empty beer cans and makes Sungjoo wait a moment, smothering him in sunscreen before they meander down to the water.
"You guys are so slow," Yibo complains; Seungyoun and Wenhan are too busy diving and grabbing each other's ankles to even care much and Sungjoo grabs the ball.
"How are we splitting up the teams?" he asks, but Yixuan has an arm around his shoulders before he's even finished asking the question.
"We're a team," he says firmly, nosing a line of kisses along Sungjoo's neck because he knows he's ticklish. Sure enough, Sungjoo curls up into a laughing mess and the ball slips out of his hand, where Wenhan emerges from the water to scoop it up.
"You and Sungjoo against Seungyoun and I?" he asks, and then grins at Yibo's loud protests.
"Rock paper scissors, loser gets Yibo?" Yixuan laughs, winking, and Sungjoo elbows him in the ribs.
"WInner gets Yibo, okay?' he says and swims over to pat Yibo on the head.
"You guys suck," Yibo protests, but he's laughing anyway when Wenhan wins with rock to Yixuan's scissors, and Sungjoo, pouting, releases him to Seungyoun's team.
Yixuan grins. I belong here, with you, he thinks, Sungjoo's fingers trailing through the water to tangle with his. It's a perfect fit.
The title is from Calvin Harris' Summer.
Written for the xuanjoo ficfest.
Does a place where you fit in actually exist? That's the question that's been hovering in Yixuan's thoughts for a while now. He left home for a another country, for school, and later work, and though it's been great, everything he imagined, there are still moments when he looks around and finds himself wondering, what am I doing here?
"Hey! Do you want to come play?" Yixuan looks up, Sungjoo is holding a beach ball, beckoning him towards the game, a net strung up on the beach, smiles and sand flying everywhere—usually Yixuan would be all for playing but he's just a little tired today, staying up late like last night has started to wear on him just a bit.
"Not yet!" he calls, waving. "You can still win without me." His wink, he knows, will only spur Sungjoo on, and it works, as they start playing again with renewed vigour, under the heat of the sun, the ocean glittering beyond the beach.
Summer. Yixuan leans back under the striped beach umbrella, watches all the couples sitting on the beach, a guy rubbing sunscreen into his girlfriend's skin, a family making sandcastles, a group of teen girls eying the guys playing beach volleyball and the way they giggle to each other, ruffled bikinis and excited cheering when both sides score.
Sungjoo's team wins, of course, and he comes back grinning as Yixuan passes him a beer, high fives and a sloppy kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth.
"You're so sweaty," Yixuan laughs, making a face as he pokes Sungjoo's forehead, giving the rest of the guys a high five too as Seungyoun makes a face because he doesn't like losing, and Wenhan flicks him on the forehead.
"You're nice and cool," Sungjoo retorts, and that's all the warning Yixuan gets before Sungjoo plops himself down into his lap, leaning against his shoulder.
"Ouch!" Yixuan complains, but he doesn't mind, not really.
"You guys are so cheesy," Yibo complains, rolling his eyes as he grabs a popsicle.
"Just wait," Seungyoun sticks out his tongue from where he's plastered over Wenhan, and Yibo rolls his eyes.
"Forget it."
"I'm still hot," Sungjoo says, pressing the can of beer to his forehead.
"It's summer," Yixuan laughs. "Get used to it."
"What about water polo?" Wenhan asks, and there's an evil sparkle in his eyes, Mr university swim team captain, but everyone nods anyway.
"Race you to the water!" Yibo shouts, popsicle wrapper fluttering to the ground as he takes off running and Seungyoun coughs at the sand his heels kick up before he's hot on the chase, feet pounding down to the shore, Wenhan only a beat away. Sungjoo laughs, reaches out to pick up the empty wrapper and put it in the garbage bag; Yixuan gathers up the empty beer cans and makes Sungjoo wait a moment, smothering him in sunscreen before they meander down to the water.
"You guys are so slow," Yibo complains; Seungyoun and Wenhan are too busy diving and grabbing each other's ankles to even care much and Sungjoo grabs the ball.
"How are we splitting up the teams?" he asks, but Yixuan has an arm around his shoulders before he's even finished asking the question.
"We're a team," he says firmly, nosing a line of kisses along Sungjoo's neck because he knows he's ticklish. Sure enough, Sungjoo curls up into a laughing mess and the ball slips out of his hand, where Wenhan emerges from the water to scoop it up.
"You and Sungjoo against Seungyoun and I?" he asks, and then grins at Yibo's loud protests.
"Rock paper scissors, loser gets Yibo?" Yixuan laughs, winking, and Sungjoo elbows him in the ribs.
"WInner gets Yibo, okay?' he says and swims over to pat Yibo on the head.
"You guys suck," Yibo protests, but he's laughing anyway when Wenhan wins with rock to Yixuan's scissors, and Sungjoo, pouting, releases him to Seungyoun's team.
Yixuan grins. I belong here, with you, he thinks, Sungjoo's fingers trailing through the water to tangle with his. It's a perfect fit.