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enkannerligen) wrote2013-01-17 01:37 am
enkannerligen) wrote2013-01-17 01:37 am
Entry tags:
perhaps today. pg. gyuri/seungho.
title: perhaps today
rating: pg
pairing: gyuri/seungho
summary: it's not like he's able to tell tears from raindrops anyway
length: 780 words
notes: this was for goyangi/thekfafics exchange, originally posted here.
rating: pg
pairing: gyuri/seungho
summary: it's not like he's able to tell tears from raindrops anyway
length: 780 words
notes: this was for goyangi/the
kfafics exchange, originally posted here.She knows that Seungho probably is wondering why she asked him to come out here. It's not the middle of the night even if it's late, though the heavy clouds and the lack of stars helps in making it seem like it is. He turns around the corner, an umbrella in hand to keep him dry from the rain that started hours ago. Gyuri feels her hair sticking to the back of her neck.
'You called, what is it?' He sounds almost worried.
'I just wanted to know if you'd come,' Gyuri says. Seungho snorts and when she moves forward he drops the umbrella to the ground, the metal top rattling on the asphalt, and he opens his arms. She's standing chest to chest with him in a few more strides and Gyuri grips his arms, slides one of them up to bury it in his hair and she reaches up, standing on tiptoes to reach his mouth. It's a little awkward at first, the angle quite not right, but he leans down and pulls her in; one hand on her waist and the other on her neck.
When their lips part they can only stand there, still so close. The rainfall is heavier now. They're soaked into their bare skin and Gyuri knows that her hair is a mess, makeup running down her face and she can't really bring herself to care because Seungho is still looking at her like she's the most beautiful woman in the world. Like he always has looked her, she realises.
'Seungho,' Gyuri says, and then she's uncertain how she's supposed to continue.
'I like you,' he says. 'I like you a lot, Gyul.'
There is an unasked question behind his words.
'I like guys who like me,' she answers that question, and if possible Seungho's eyes turn warmer. His hand strokes circles to the small of her back, warmth admits the cold of the evening and pouring rain. She shudders and angles his face down with her hand, kisses his lips again. A little more tentative than earlier, but still strong and hard. That's how she kisses. That's how she likes to kiss.
One of Seungho's hands finds its way from the back of her neck, her hair, up to her face and he wipes his thumb over her cheek. 'It's not really that simple, is it?'
'Of course not,' she says.
'So.. you were worried I wouldn't show up?'
'You should always be prepared for a let down even if you shouldn't assume one,' she answers. His hand is steady on her neck and she relaxes; lets out a small sigh, the beginnings of tears burning behind her eyes. She glances away, watches the puddles grow by their feet. The surface is constantly broken by drops, the lights that are reflected broken into pieces of stars.
'Don't cry,' he says. Gyuri looks up, defiant, and it's not like he's able to tell tears from raindrops anyway. Both of his hands are cupping her face and his thumbs moves over her cheekbones in soft swipes, further smearing her runny mascara on her skin. With a firm hand she grips the front his t-shirt, pulls his body closer to hers.
'Let's go home,' Seungho says.
'Let's,' she replies while blinking away tears, and she lets go of him. She takes a few steps past him, the fabric of their clothes brushing in the process. She bends her knees and reaches out, grabs the umbrella. When she stands, Seungho takes her hand to help her up.
They walk, Seungho holding the umbrella above them. It is in vain, obvious to themselves as well as to anyone passing them by would take the time to look at them, and while it doesn't make them any less drenched than they are Gyuri quite likes the thought behind it. Her hair hangs heavy over her shoulders, drops falling off of the tips. Usually she has to take a step and a half to keep up with him, but tonight she doesn't have to. When she glances at him and the light shines bright and artificial she can see how his shirt clings to his skin, wet and almost see through. Gyuri hopes that her own clothes aren't the same even though they're in a similar condition. She's feels like she's drenched all the way down to her bones, and the rapidly cooling air makes her shiver and goosebumps rise on her arms.
A weight lands on her shoulders. Heavy, warm. Seungho's arm. She leans closer and trails her fingers over the edge of his shirt, lands with the tips of her fingers in the pocket of his jeans.
'You called, what is it?' He sounds almost worried.
'I just wanted to know if you'd come,' Gyuri says. Seungho snorts and when she moves forward he drops the umbrella to the ground, the metal top rattling on the asphalt, and he opens his arms. She's standing chest to chest with him in a few more strides and Gyuri grips his arms, slides one of them up to bury it in his hair and she reaches up, standing on tiptoes to reach his mouth. It's a little awkward at first, the angle quite not right, but he leans down and pulls her in; one hand on her waist and the other on her neck.
When their lips part they can only stand there, still so close. The rainfall is heavier now. They're soaked into their bare skin and Gyuri knows that her hair is a mess, makeup running down her face and she can't really bring herself to care because Seungho is still looking at her like she's the most beautiful woman in the world. Like he always has looked her, she realises.
'Seungho,' Gyuri says, and then she's uncertain how she's supposed to continue.
'I like you,' he says. 'I like you a lot, Gyul.'
There is an unasked question behind his words.
'I like guys who like me,' she answers that question, and if possible Seungho's eyes turn warmer. His hand strokes circles to the small of her back, warmth admits the cold of the evening and pouring rain. She shudders and angles his face down with her hand, kisses his lips again. A little more tentative than earlier, but still strong and hard. That's how she kisses. That's how she likes to kiss.
One of Seungho's hands finds its way from the back of her neck, her hair, up to her face and he wipes his thumb over her cheek. 'It's not really that simple, is it?'
'Of course not,' she says.
'So.. you were worried I wouldn't show up?'
'You should always be prepared for a let down even if you shouldn't assume one,' she answers. His hand is steady on her neck and she relaxes; lets out a small sigh, the beginnings of tears burning behind her eyes. She glances away, watches the puddles grow by their feet. The surface is constantly broken by drops, the lights that are reflected broken into pieces of stars.
'Don't cry,' he says. Gyuri looks up, defiant, and it's not like he's able to tell tears from raindrops anyway. Both of his hands are cupping her face and his thumbs moves over her cheekbones in soft swipes, further smearing her runny mascara on her skin. With a firm hand she grips the front his t-shirt, pulls his body closer to hers.
'Let's go home,' Seungho says.
'Let's,' she replies while blinking away tears, and she lets go of him. She takes a few steps past him, the fabric of their clothes brushing in the process. She bends her knees and reaches out, grabs the umbrella. When she stands, Seungho takes her hand to help her up.
They walk, Seungho holding the umbrella above them. It is in vain, obvious to themselves as well as to anyone passing them by would take the time to look at them, and while it doesn't make them any less drenched than they are Gyuri quite likes the thought behind it. Her hair hangs heavy over her shoulders, drops falling off of the tips. Usually she has to take a step and a half to keep up with him, but tonight she doesn't have to. When she glances at him and the light shines bright and artificial she can see how his shirt clings to his skin, wet and almost see through. Gyuri hopes that her own clothes aren't the same even though they're in a similar condition. She's feels like she's drenched all the way down to her bones, and the rapidly cooling air makes her shiver and goosebumps rise on her arms.
A weight lands on her shoulders. Heavy, warm. Seungho's arm. She leans closer and trails her fingers over the edge of his shirt, lands with the tips of her fingers in the pocket of his jeans.