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writetomyheart2015-10-06 12:12 am
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-10-06 12:12 am
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[team sonic] look
First words from One Step Closer.
Title from Sébastien Tellier's Look.
Written for the xuanjoo ficfest.
At least for now, it's okay. Sungjoo is okay with the fact that they're both busy, they both have work and it's crunch time, sending fleeting messages at over lunch hour and snatching moments over coffee, but sometimes it doesn't feel like it's enough.
I miss you his fingers type without him even realizing it, thumb pressing send before he has time to take it back, play his regrets to the tune of the backspace key.
The letters on his computer click clack click clack and his finger hovers over the screen—his phone buzzes on the desk, and Sungjoo doesn't look at it, feeling bad in his bout of clinginess.
I'm not clingy. I'm not. Even his subconscious doesn't believe him.
He sends another email, checks a spreadsheet, makes a phone call, the plastic headband of the headset digging into his scalp—
he relents, taps the screen of his phone to read the message.
I miss you too Yixuan has written back, and Sungjoo feels the tension in his chest unwinding.
I just want to see you he types. Even looking would be enough.
He presses send, bites his lips and sets his phone back down on the desk, the thump louder than he'd expected as he startles slightly, There's another email; Sungjoo gets distracted by work for a while, and only remembers to check his phone after several minutes have passed.
There's no answer, nothing, and he tries to quash the feeling of loneliness that swims up in his chest, leaving his phone on the desk when he goes to get another drink of water.
Nana is at the water cooler too, and they end up swapping useful tips about a problematic client so it's a few minutes before Sungjoo gets back to his desk, finger tapping the screen in a gesture that's more routine than hopeful.
Except there's a message waiting on the screen for him: Should I come over tonight?
Sungjoo almost drops his water; only quick reflexes save his keyboard from certain death. They'd agreed at the beginning of crunch time not to spend the night, because theyd didn't usually end up sleeping much, there was always too much else to do, Sungjoo blushed slightly at the thought, and things are crazy enough right now without being tired.
Are you sure? he types back, and goes back to his computer. It will be a while before Yixuan has time to respond.
Yes. is the answer waiting for him later, and Sungjoo can't help but smile at the happy relief bubbling up in his chest.
Yixuan is later than he predicted, showing up at almost midnight with heavy bags under his eyes and a bag slung over his arm,
"It's a change of clothes," he explains in response to Sungjoo's inquisitive glance, "so I can just head straight to work tomorrow without going home."
Yixuan looks exhausted and Sungjoo doesn't feel much better, but there's something about being with Yixuan that makes him feel whole again, like all the careening thoughts in his head can settle down, finally go to sleep.
"Is it," Yixuan begins, his voice a little hesitant, "is it okay if we just sleep?" He looks apologetic, but Sungjoo doesn't mind, wrapping his arms around Yixuan where they're standing in the hallway, resting his head on his shoulder and just breathing in the smell of his skin.
"That sounds perfect," he murmurs into Yixuan's shirt, and he can feel the last vestiges of tension drain from his muscles as Yixuan wraps his arms around him and holds him close.
"I feel better just looking at you," Yixuan whispers into Sungjoo's hair, and Sungjoo hums in agreement.
Title from Sébastien Tellier's Look.
Written for the xuanjoo ficfest.
At least for now, it's okay. Sungjoo is okay with the fact that they're both busy, they both have work and it's crunch time, sending fleeting messages at over lunch hour and snatching moments over coffee, but sometimes it doesn't feel like it's enough.
I miss you his fingers type without him even realizing it, thumb pressing send before he has time to take it back, play his regrets to the tune of the backspace key.
The letters on his computer click clack click clack and his finger hovers over the screen—his phone buzzes on the desk, and Sungjoo doesn't look at it, feeling bad in his bout of clinginess.
I'm not clingy. I'm not. Even his subconscious doesn't believe him.
He sends another email, checks a spreadsheet, makes a phone call, the plastic headband of the headset digging into his scalp—
he relents, taps the screen of his phone to read the message.
I miss you too Yixuan has written back, and Sungjoo feels the tension in his chest unwinding.
I just want to see you he types. Even looking would be enough.
He presses send, bites his lips and sets his phone back down on the desk, the thump louder than he'd expected as he startles slightly, There's another email; Sungjoo gets distracted by work for a while, and only remembers to check his phone after several minutes have passed.
There's no answer, nothing, and he tries to quash the feeling of loneliness that swims up in his chest, leaving his phone on the desk when he goes to get another drink of water.
Nana is at the water cooler too, and they end up swapping useful tips about a problematic client so it's a few minutes before Sungjoo gets back to his desk, finger tapping the screen in a gesture that's more routine than hopeful.
Except there's a message waiting on the screen for him: Should I come over tonight?
Sungjoo almost drops his water; only quick reflexes save his keyboard from certain death. They'd agreed at the beginning of crunch time not to spend the night, because theyd didn't usually end up sleeping much, there was always too much else to do, Sungjoo blushed slightly at the thought, and things are crazy enough right now without being tired.
Are you sure? he types back, and goes back to his computer. It will be a while before Yixuan has time to respond.
Yes. is the answer waiting for him later, and Sungjoo can't help but smile at the happy relief bubbling up in his chest.
Yixuan is later than he predicted, showing up at almost midnight with heavy bags under his eyes and a bag slung over his arm,
"It's a change of clothes," he explains in response to Sungjoo's inquisitive glance, "so I can just head straight to work tomorrow without going home."
Yixuan looks exhausted and Sungjoo doesn't feel much better, but there's something about being with Yixuan that makes him feel whole again, like all the careening thoughts in his head can settle down, finally go to sleep.
"Is it," Yixuan begins, his voice a little hesitant, "is it okay if we just sleep?" He looks apologetic, but Sungjoo doesn't mind, wrapping his arms around Yixuan where they're standing in the hallway, resting his head on his shoulder and just breathing in the smell of his skin.
"That sounds perfect," he murmurs into Yixuan's shirt, and he can feel the last vestiges of tension drain from his muscles as Yixuan wraps his arms around him and holds him close.
"I feel better just looking at you," Yixuan whispers into Sungjoo's hair, and Sungjoo hums in agreement.