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writetomyheart2015-10-06 01:06 am
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-10-06 01:06 am
[team sonic] sunset
First words from Lean on Me.
Title from Sunset by the xx.
Written for the xuanjoo ficfest.
"We're not alone, there's always two of us," Sungjoo says suddenly, his words loud in the hushed silence just before sunset, the blue of the sky just beginning to glow. Yixuan turns to look at him, a little surprised.
"Is that a bad thing?" he asks, because he's not sure where Sungjoo is coming from. The late afternoon light, shining on Sungjoo's face, is turning his skin gold. He's beautiful. Yixuan doesn't want to look away.
"No!" Sungjoo says, shaking his head in amused disbelief. "I was just thinking, the other day. . ." he sounds thoughtful, his chin perched on his hands.
"Thinking about what?" Yixuan prompts, poking Sungjoo's face with a stick of celery before popping it in his own mouth. He's not really hungry anymore, the picnic table spread with the remains of their supper, but celery is celery.
"I was just thinking about stuff," Sungjoo says, "I can't remember what, it wasn't important. But I realized that I've started to think in 'we' instead of 'I'—" He holds up his fingers to make air quotation marks around the two words, and Yixuan smiles at the cute gesture. "Hey!" Sungjoo protests, taking advantage of his bottom lip. "I'm explaining!"
"I'm listening," Yixuan replies, waving him to continue with this explanation.
"Anyway," Sungjoo says, rolling his eyes so Yixuan flicks him on the forehead and Sungjoo glares back, "I think about what we're going for the weekend, or what we're going to do for the holidays, and it's just kind of. . ."
"Weird?" Yixuan offers, as Sungjoo searches for the word.
"I was going to say 'nice'," Sungjoo retorts, "but if you insist."
"Nice sounds good," Yixuan agrees, and Sungjoo nods, snagging the last cluster of grapes and popping one in his mouth. The sun is properly setting now, and the light stains Yixuan's fingers red as he reaches for the last celery stick, crunching it between his teeth.
"The sunset is so pretty," Sungjoo murmurs to himself, arms wrapped around his legs on the bench and chin resting on his knees; Yixuan echoes his motion on the other bench but it feels odd, so he unfolds himself and gets up from the bench.
"Where are you going?" Sungjoo asks, looking up.
"Come on," Yixuan says, picking up the picnic blanket that they didn't end up using because there was a free picnic table, and spreading it on the grass before he sits down.
"What?" Sungjoo sighs, swinging his legs over to the side of the bench and standing up, stretching his arms out, and Yixuan reaches out to tug him by the hip, pulling him down to sit between his legs, back leaning against his chest. Sungjoo gets it right away, resting his head on Yixuan's shoulder and tangling their fingers together.
"Did you miss me already from the endless expanse between the benches?" Sungjoo jokes, and Yixuan elbows him.
"Ouch!"
"You were talking about being a 'we'," he says, "so I thought we should be a proper 'we' and watch the sunset together." He pulls Sungjoo even closer, warm even through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, and pressed his nose into the crook of Sungjoo's neck, just because he likes the sounds Sungjoo makes when he does it.
"I thought we were watching the sunset!" Sungjoo protests, and Yixuan just shrugs.
"I am watching the sunset," he says, and looks up at the sky to prove his point, where the clouds are tinged in orange, the upper part of the sky fading into gorgeous purples. "You're the one getting distracted."
"Because of you!" Sungjoo says, but he doesn't seem to mind, and they sit like that until the sun fades from the sky and stars glitter against the dark.
Title from Sunset by the xx.
Written for the xuanjoo ficfest.
"We're not alone, there's always two of us," Sungjoo says suddenly, his words loud in the hushed silence just before sunset, the blue of the sky just beginning to glow. Yixuan turns to look at him, a little surprised.
"Is that a bad thing?" he asks, because he's not sure where Sungjoo is coming from. The late afternoon light, shining on Sungjoo's face, is turning his skin gold. He's beautiful. Yixuan doesn't want to look away.
"No!" Sungjoo says, shaking his head in amused disbelief. "I was just thinking, the other day. . ." he sounds thoughtful, his chin perched on his hands.
"Thinking about what?" Yixuan prompts, poking Sungjoo's face with a stick of celery before popping it in his own mouth. He's not really hungry anymore, the picnic table spread with the remains of their supper, but celery is celery.
"I was just thinking about stuff," Sungjoo says, "I can't remember what, it wasn't important. But I realized that I've started to think in 'we' instead of 'I'—" He holds up his fingers to make air quotation marks around the two words, and Yixuan smiles at the cute gesture. "Hey!" Sungjoo protests, taking advantage of his bottom lip. "I'm explaining!"
"I'm listening," Yixuan replies, waving him to continue with this explanation.
"Anyway," Sungjoo says, rolling his eyes so Yixuan flicks him on the forehead and Sungjoo glares back, "I think about what we're going for the weekend, or what we're going to do for the holidays, and it's just kind of. . ."
"Weird?" Yixuan offers, as Sungjoo searches for the word.
"I was going to say 'nice'," Sungjoo retorts, "but if you insist."
"Nice sounds good," Yixuan agrees, and Sungjoo nods, snagging the last cluster of grapes and popping one in his mouth. The sun is properly setting now, and the light stains Yixuan's fingers red as he reaches for the last celery stick, crunching it between his teeth.
"The sunset is so pretty," Sungjoo murmurs to himself, arms wrapped around his legs on the bench and chin resting on his knees; Yixuan echoes his motion on the other bench but it feels odd, so he unfolds himself and gets up from the bench.
"Where are you going?" Sungjoo asks, looking up.
"Come on," Yixuan says, picking up the picnic blanket that they didn't end up using because there was a free picnic table, and spreading it on the grass before he sits down.
"What?" Sungjoo sighs, swinging his legs over to the side of the bench and standing up, stretching his arms out, and Yixuan reaches out to tug him by the hip, pulling him down to sit between his legs, back leaning against his chest. Sungjoo gets it right away, resting his head on Yixuan's shoulder and tangling their fingers together.
"Did you miss me already from the endless expanse between the benches?" Sungjoo jokes, and Yixuan elbows him.
"Ouch!"
"You were talking about being a 'we'," he says, "so I thought we should be a proper 'we' and watch the sunset together." He pulls Sungjoo even closer, warm even through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, and pressed his nose into the crook of Sungjoo's neck, just because he likes the sounds Sungjoo makes when he does it.
"I thought we were watching the sunset!" Sungjoo protests, and Yixuan just shrugs.
"I am watching the sunset," he says, and looks up at the sky to prove his point, where the clouds are tinged in orange, the upper part of the sky fading into gorgeous purples. "You're the one getting distracted."
"Because of you!" Sungjoo says, but he doesn't seem to mind, and they sit like that until the sun fades from the sky and stars glitter against the dark.