Starlight (Au!fic)
Title: Starlight (Au!fic)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1000
Pairings:Yewook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G
Summary: Stars are peculiar things.
A/N: This is long overdue, but Happy Birthday Carrie!<3
>
Stars are peculiar things.
For long after they die, you can see their pinpricks of light on the earth. A reminder that remains even after they are gone, a fingerprint of a memory that reflects off human eyes for what could be thousands of years. Enough time to light the night of those being born, those falling in love, those people who go to their own deaths, leaving their own light memories on those they touched in life.
Jongwoon thinks they are beautiful.
He spends his time watching the skies for stars, clustered in their galaxies, balanced on park benches far from the lights and noise of the city in an effort to get the best shot he can. He’s seen nebulae, galaxies, all with his own eyes and safely tucked them in the domain of his camera, pictures printed in magazines to remain his own thousand year memories.
He’s in Australia star searching when he begins to wonder if stars have the capability to be human.
It begins when he’s sitting dead in the middle of a hundred acre stretch, sky laid wide open and filled to the brim with color for his eyes and lens to flicker over.
There, he meets Ryeowook.
Ryeowook, who is kneeling not ten feet from where Jongwoon sits cross legged, face aglow with the light of the heavens bouncing off his cheeks. There’s a large scarf obscuring his mouth, but Jongwoon knows if he could see it it would be agape with awe, Ryeowook’s eyes shining like the stars reflected in them.
Before any words can be exchanged, Jongwoon wonders if he’s fallen a bit in love.
Jongwoon learns Ryeowook’s name in hushed whispers through the space between them, Ryeowook startling enough for his scarf to droop when Jongwoon voices a soft question. Ryeowook appears to emit light all on his own, soft voice lilting in Jongwoon’s ears.
He’s there for his own inspiration, Jongwoon finds, and Ryeowook twirls the pen in his hand as explanation, a sheaf of staffed paper in his hand.
Ryeowook is brighter than any star Jongwoon has seen when he smiles, and Jongwoon can’t help the offer of coffee that slips from his lips in a jumble, but Ryeowook’s small smile makes it worth it.
It’s how he finds himself seated at a café that stays open ridiculously late, two lattes in hand and Ryeowook sitting across from him, same smile seated on his face.
Jongwoon decides that night as he watches Ryeowook’s eyes shine when he talks about music that he’s going to have to stay in Australia a bit longer.
...
Ryeowook meets Jongwoon every morning of his trip for coffee, and is always talked into following Jongwoon around for the day.
Secretly, he doesn’t really mind.
And much like their morning coffee, they go star gazing in the evening, when the sky turns near dark as pitch, but the stars illuminate everything around them.
He scribbles down notes that remind him of Jongwoon’s humming as he takes pictures, tiny grace notes that make him think of the quirk to Jongwoon’s lips, eighths for the way Jongwoon’s eyes light up when he speaks of stars, rests for the silence that sits comfortable between them when Ryeowook leans against Jongwoon’s arm in between photos.
It’s practically natural when one night, the last of Jongwoon’s trip, Jongwoon tilts his head just enough so that he and Ryeowook’s lips meet softly. It’s light enough that Ryeowook could pull away if he wanted, and Ryeowook can’t help but smile, shivers sparking down his spine that he knows isn’t from the slight chill in the air as Jongwoon’s lips move against his.
His heart spills between them, and Jongwoon sets aside his camera in favor of letting Ryeowook fall against him, an arm wrapped snug around Ryeowook’s waist. It’s soft and questioning and no less than something perfect to Jongwoon, almost able to feel Ryeowook stealing his breath more and more with every moment. Small puffs of chilled air appear between them when they pull far enough apart that Jongwoon can lean their foreheads together and chuckle breathlessly.
The stars wink down at them, but Jongwoon feels more drawn to the sated brightness in Ryeowook’s eyes.
....
Ryeowook wakes up slightly cold even through his hoodie and alone, sheets tangled around his socked feet.
He remembers the way Jongwoon kissed him lingeringly before leaving, biting his lip in reluctance as Ryeowook had to all but shove him out of bed at the crack of dawn, stars having long disappeared in favor of the soft glow of morning.
Jongwoon just laughed as Ryeowook pulled the blankets all the way up to his forehead, hand passing over Ryeowook’s hair and kissing his forehead once before rushing out.
Ryeowook’s lips quirk at the memory and he wonders if Jongwoon is under his own stars again, if he should chance a text.
Before he can reach for his phone, though, he sees a small picture resting on his nightstand, a napkin covered in scribbles sitting next to it.
It’s a picture of himself, he realizes, his profile with the stars dotting the background. It’s nothing short of stunning, and he has to wonder when Jongwoon had managed to take it without his noticing. His thumb glosses over the beautiful background, and he finds himself wishing to be looking at the photo with Jongwoon.
The napkin, on the other hand, contains only an address and the words your turn. Ryeowook grins.
He books his plane ticket before lunch, and wonders if he’ll be flying under the stars.
...
Thank you for reading! :)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1000
Pairings:Yewook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G
Summary: Stars are peculiar things.
A/N: This is long overdue, but Happy Birthday Carrie!<3
>
Stars are peculiar things.
For long after they die, you can see their pinpricks of light on the earth. A reminder that remains even after they are gone, a fingerprint of a memory that reflects off human eyes for what could be thousands of years. Enough time to light the night of those being born, those falling in love, those people who go to their own deaths, leaving their own light memories on those they touched in life.
Jongwoon thinks they are beautiful.
He spends his time watching the skies for stars, clustered in their galaxies, balanced on park benches far from the lights and noise of the city in an effort to get the best shot he can. He’s seen nebulae, galaxies, all with his own eyes and safely tucked them in the domain of his camera, pictures printed in magazines to remain his own thousand year memories.
He’s in Australia star searching when he begins to wonder if stars have the capability to be human.
It begins when he’s sitting dead in the middle of a hundred acre stretch, sky laid wide open and filled to the brim with color for his eyes and lens to flicker over.
There, he meets Ryeowook.
Ryeowook, who is kneeling not ten feet from where Jongwoon sits cross legged, face aglow with the light of the heavens bouncing off his cheeks. There’s a large scarf obscuring his mouth, but Jongwoon knows if he could see it it would be agape with awe, Ryeowook’s eyes shining like the stars reflected in them.
Before any words can be exchanged, Jongwoon wonders if he’s fallen a bit in love.
Jongwoon learns Ryeowook’s name in hushed whispers through the space between them, Ryeowook startling enough for his scarf to droop when Jongwoon voices a soft question. Ryeowook appears to emit light all on his own, soft voice lilting in Jongwoon’s ears.
He’s there for his own inspiration, Jongwoon finds, and Ryeowook twirls the pen in his hand as explanation, a sheaf of staffed paper in his hand.
Ryeowook is brighter than any star Jongwoon has seen when he smiles, and Jongwoon can’t help the offer of coffee that slips from his lips in a jumble, but Ryeowook’s small smile makes it worth it.
It’s how he finds himself seated at a café that stays open ridiculously late, two lattes in hand and Ryeowook sitting across from him, same smile seated on his face.
Jongwoon decides that night as he watches Ryeowook’s eyes shine when he talks about music that he’s going to have to stay in Australia a bit longer.
...
Ryeowook meets Jongwoon every morning of his trip for coffee, and is always talked into following Jongwoon around for the day.
Secretly, he doesn’t really mind.
And much like their morning coffee, they go star gazing in the evening, when the sky turns near dark as pitch, but the stars illuminate everything around them.
He scribbles down notes that remind him of Jongwoon’s humming as he takes pictures, tiny grace notes that make him think of the quirk to Jongwoon’s lips, eighths for the way Jongwoon’s eyes light up when he speaks of stars, rests for the silence that sits comfortable between them when Ryeowook leans against Jongwoon’s arm in between photos.
It’s practically natural when one night, the last of Jongwoon’s trip, Jongwoon tilts his head just enough so that he and Ryeowook’s lips meet softly. It’s light enough that Ryeowook could pull away if he wanted, and Ryeowook can’t help but smile, shivers sparking down his spine that he knows isn’t from the slight chill in the air as Jongwoon’s lips move against his.
His heart spills between them, and Jongwoon sets aside his camera in favor of letting Ryeowook fall against him, an arm wrapped snug around Ryeowook’s waist. It’s soft and questioning and no less than something perfect to Jongwoon, almost able to feel Ryeowook stealing his breath more and more with every moment. Small puffs of chilled air appear between them when they pull far enough apart that Jongwoon can lean their foreheads together and chuckle breathlessly.
The stars wink down at them, but Jongwoon feels more drawn to the sated brightness in Ryeowook’s eyes.
....
Ryeowook wakes up slightly cold even through his hoodie and alone, sheets tangled around his socked feet.
He remembers the way Jongwoon kissed him lingeringly before leaving, biting his lip in reluctance as Ryeowook had to all but shove him out of bed at the crack of dawn, stars having long disappeared in favor of the soft glow of morning.
Jongwoon just laughed as Ryeowook pulled the blankets all the way up to his forehead, hand passing over Ryeowook’s hair and kissing his forehead once before rushing out.
Ryeowook’s lips quirk at the memory and he wonders if Jongwoon is under his own stars again, if he should chance a text.
Before he can reach for his phone, though, he sees a small picture resting on his nightstand, a napkin covered in scribbles sitting next to it.
It’s a picture of himself, he realizes, his profile with the stars dotting the background. It’s nothing short of stunning, and he has to wonder when Jongwoon had managed to take it without his noticing. His thumb glosses over the beautiful background, and he finds himself wishing to be looking at the photo with Jongwoon.
The napkin, on the other hand, contains only an address and the words your turn. Ryeowook grins.
He books his plane ticket before lunch, and wonders if he’ll be flying under the stars.
...
Thank you for reading! :)