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writetomyheart2015-10-05 11:36 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-10-05 11:36 pm
[team sonic] diamonds
First words from subtle.
Title from Max Barskih's cover of Rihanna's Diamonds
Written for the xuanjoo ficfest.
"We've clearly missed it," Yixuan sighs, looking at the timetable of the bus. There's no mistaking it. The scheduled departure time says 09:00 and the digital display on the shelter says 09:02 in red dots on black, like the alarm clock blinking this morning, flashing the wrong time because the power had obviously flickered just enough to reset the time and the alarm he'd set.
"The next bus is at 10:00," Sungjoo grimaces, peering at the timetable. Yixuan frowns. They'd wanted to go the park at the other end of the city, where the snow drifts are high and perfect for making snow forts; Sungjoo had been talking about it for weeks already and today had been the first day their schedules aligned.
"That's okay," Yixuan says, smiling, even though he's disappointed. The air is cold here, their breath crystallizing, tiny crystals of snow freezing for a moment before they fade. Sungjoo's cheeks are already red from the cold, even though he's wearing a thick tartan scarf and red ear muffs; Yixuan can't help thinking he looks adorable with the way his eyes glitter in the cold as he reaches out to poke Sungjoo's nose.
"What was that for?" Sungjoo says, wrinkling his nose, but he doesn't sound annoyed. Yixuan is glad the Sungjoo doesn't seem to be nearly disappointed as he is. Maybe it's okay to just spend time together.
"You're cute," Yixuan says, and leans forward to press a kiss to the tip of Sungjoo's nose.
"Stop it," Sungjoo says, batting his arm, but he's grinning.
"There's snow here," Yixuan says, looking around the shelter and the small grassy area between roads. "We could build a mini snowman."
"I bet mine will look better than yours," Sungjoo says, and scoops together a small pile of snow with mittened hands, rolling the ball across the lawn and collecting snow as he goes; Yixuan watches as the ball gets bigger and starts his own. Soon there are two little snow men standing side by side next to the bus shelter, with pebbles for eyes, noses and smiles, and tiny twigs for arms.
"Mine is cuter," Yixuan says, just so he can hear Sungjoo protest that it's absolutely not true, his nose bright red with the cold and breath coming out in gusts of white.
"Okay," he concedes, grinning, "yours is cuter." And it's true. It's cold today, the air crisp and and the sun bright in the clear sky; the light falling on the snow glitters like diamonds, and Yixuan feels a sudden rush of happiness.
"I'm cold," Sungjoo says suddenly, as though, now that the snowmen are completed, he's finally feeling the effects of the weather.
"You look half frozen," Yixuan laughs, slinging his arm around Sungjoo's shoulders. "Do you want some hot chocolate?" There's a coffee shop just across the street that he's been eyeing for a while now, smelling the chocolatey breeze that occasionally meanders across the road on an errant current of wind.
"Yes!" Sungjoo shouts, laughing at his own excitement, and half pulls Yixuan across the street when the pedestrian sign turns green, Yixuan glancing back and forth at the cars to make sure they're actually stopping.
The air in the coffee shop is like a warm blanket that surrounds them as soon as they cross the threshold, and Yixuan breathes in the delicious smells, his mouth watering.
"I think I worked up an appetite," Sungjoo grins, and picks out two slices of cake to go with their hot chocolate.
"I'm sorry we didn't make it to the park," Yixuan says, as he watches the 10:00 bus roll by the window where they're sitting, sipping hot chocolate; Sungjoo sputtering because he burnt his tongue.
"That doesn't matter," Sungjoo says, reaching over to poke Yixuan's nose this time, and it's Yixuan's turn to wrinkle his nose. "We had fun playing in the snow and now we're having fun drinking hot chocolate and eating cake." He grins, and Yixuan can't help but speak the words hovering on the tip of his tongue,
"I'm so glad you're here with me," he says, and Sungjoo sticks out his tongue.
"I wouldn't be anywhere else."
Title from Max Barskih's cover of Rihanna's Diamonds
Written for the xuanjoo ficfest.
"We've clearly missed it," Yixuan sighs, looking at the timetable of the bus. There's no mistaking it. The scheduled departure time says 09:00 and the digital display on the shelter says 09:02 in red dots on black, like the alarm clock blinking this morning, flashing the wrong time because the power had obviously flickered just enough to reset the time and the alarm he'd set.
"The next bus is at 10:00," Sungjoo grimaces, peering at the timetable. Yixuan frowns. They'd wanted to go the park at the other end of the city, where the snow drifts are high and perfect for making snow forts; Sungjoo had been talking about it for weeks already and today had been the first day their schedules aligned.
"That's okay," Yixuan says, smiling, even though he's disappointed. The air is cold here, their breath crystallizing, tiny crystals of snow freezing for a moment before they fade. Sungjoo's cheeks are already red from the cold, even though he's wearing a thick tartan scarf and red ear muffs; Yixuan can't help thinking he looks adorable with the way his eyes glitter in the cold as he reaches out to poke Sungjoo's nose.
"What was that for?" Sungjoo says, wrinkling his nose, but he doesn't sound annoyed. Yixuan is glad the Sungjoo doesn't seem to be nearly disappointed as he is. Maybe it's okay to just spend time together.
"You're cute," Yixuan says, and leans forward to press a kiss to the tip of Sungjoo's nose.
"Stop it," Sungjoo says, batting his arm, but he's grinning.
"There's snow here," Yixuan says, looking around the shelter and the small grassy area between roads. "We could build a mini snowman."
"I bet mine will look better than yours," Sungjoo says, and scoops together a small pile of snow with mittened hands, rolling the ball across the lawn and collecting snow as he goes; Yixuan watches as the ball gets bigger and starts his own. Soon there are two little snow men standing side by side next to the bus shelter, with pebbles for eyes, noses and smiles, and tiny twigs for arms.
"Mine is cuter," Yixuan says, just so he can hear Sungjoo protest that it's absolutely not true, his nose bright red with the cold and breath coming out in gusts of white.
"Okay," he concedes, grinning, "yours is cuter." And it's true. It's cold today, the air crisp and and the sun bright in the clear sky; the light falling on the snow glitters like diamonds, and Yixuan feels a sudden rush of happiness.
"I'm cold," Sungjoo says suddenly, as though, now that the snowmen are completed, he's finally feeling the effects of the weather.
"You look half frozen," Yixuan laughs, slinging his arm around Sungjoo's shoulders. "Do you want some hot chocolate?" There's a coffee shop just across the street that he's been eyeing for a while now, smelling the chocolatey breeze that occasionally meanders across the road on an errant current of wind.
"Yes!" Sungjoo shouts, laughing at his own excitement, and half pulls Yixuan across the street when the pedestrian sign turns green, Yixuan glancing back and forth at the cars to make sure they're actually stopping.
The air in the coffee shop is like a warm blanket that surrounds them as soon as they cross the threshold, and Yixuan breathes in the delicious smells, his mouth watering.
"I think I worked up an appetite," Sungjoo grins, and picks out two slices of cake to go with their hot chocolate.
"I'm sorry we didn't make it to the park," Yixuan says, as he watches the 10:00 bus roll by the window where they're sitting, sipping hot chocolate; Sungjoo sputtering because he burnt his tongue.
"That doesn't matter," Sungjoo says, reaching over to poke Yixuan's nose this time, and it's Yixuan's turn to wrinkle his nose. "We had fun playing in the snow and now we're having fun drinking hot chocolate and eating cake." He grins, and Yixuan can't help but speak the words hovering on the tip of his tongue,
"I'm so glad you're here with me," he says, and Sungjoo sticks out his tongue.
"I wouldn't be anywhere else."