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Swaying (oneshot)
Title: Swaying
Pairing: Kangteuk
Genre: romance, fluff, drabble
Word count: 380
Rating: PG
Summary: Inspired by this gif. Leeteuk's POV.
A glance to the side and he's staring at me. I stare back and he just keeps looking over, expectant. I blink and remember, Oh, that. I feel myself grin and he smiles back- it's so rare I miss a cue. I blink again and he's there, in front of me, his eyes sparkling with mischief, still making fun of me for spacing out on stage.
Well, I'll show him. I take his sweaty face in my hands and lean in awkwardly.
Yesterday in rehearsal we'd laughed and blushed at Heechul's dare. All you two do is hold hands. The fans are bored. So we planned every second- one small peck on his cheek, purposefully angled just right from the crowd to maximize the squeals from the fans. Then a quick detachment and we'd move on, and Heechul would finally leave us alone.
But as I move toward him, I open my eyes to see his locked on my mouth and I freeze. His hand lightly brushes my elbow and my breath catches. My heart beats so loudly I fear he'll hear it, we're so close. Quickly I push my lips forward, but miss and I feel them brush against the corner of his mouth.
Now I know he can hear my heart pounding and I pull away, hands sliding from his cheeks. His eyes are glazed over, drunken-looking, lingering on my lips for a split second before meeting mine. He cracks a quick smile at me before covering his mouth and turning in the embarrassed way we practiced over and over yesterday.
My own smile remains a second longer, heat rushing to my face. Then I turn away, too, and it's over.
Or at least that's what the crowd will think.
A/N: Random inspiration leads to random fic, what can I say? Hope you enjoy~
Pairing: Kangteuk
Genre: romance, fluff, drabble
Word count: 380
Rating: PG
Summary: Inspired by this gif. Leeteuk's POV.
I'm dancing, we're all dancing. The world is smoke and flashing lights and the music urges our hearts to match its racing beat. The crowd beneath and beyond the stage is a surging mass of screams and arms, all reaching for us. I sway with them, barely making out my laughter or singing or whatever it is spilling out of my mouth. A hand reaches up and touches my hair, and it must be mine because my mind registers the feel of cold sweat dripping over my fingers.
A glance to the side and he's staring at me. I stare back and he just keeps looking over, expectant. I blink and remember, Oh, that. I feel myself grin and he smiles back- it's so rare I miss a cue. I blink again and he's there, in front of me, his eyes sparkling with mischief, still making fun of me for spacing out on stage.
Well, I'll show him. I take his sweaty face in my hands and lean in awkwardly.
Yesterday in rehearsal we'd laughed and blushed at Heechul's dare. All you two do is hold hands. The fans are bored. So we planned every second- one small peck on his cheek, purposefully angled just right from the crowd to maximize the squeals from the fans. Then a quick detachment and we'd move on, and Heechul would finally leave us alone.
But as I move toward him, I open my eyes to see his locked on my mouth and I freeze. His hand lightly brushes my elbow and my breath catches. My heart beats so loudly I fear he'll hear it, we're so close. Quickly I push my lips forward, but miss and I feel them brush against the corner of his mouth.
Now I know he can hear my heart pounding and I pull away, hands sliding from his cheeks. His eyes are glazed over, drunken-looking, lingering on my lips for a split second before meeting mine. He cracks a quick smile at me before covering his mouth and turning in the embarrassed way we practiced over and over yesterday.
My own smile remains a second longer, heat rushing to my face. Then I turn away, too, and it's over.
Or at least that's what the crowd will think.
A/N: Random inspiration leads to random fic, what can I say? Hope you enjoy~