windstalk

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The first and clearest thing Heechul remembers about him is his voice. Not his face of a morning sun or the crinkles at the edge of his eyes when he smiles. This industry has a million of such faces and to Heechul they all look the same. You sound like you are speaking underwater, Heechul tells him when he introduces himself.

"I am sorry. I do not understand what you said."

"What is your name?"

"I am Han Geng."

A little rudely, "Han what?"

He leans closer and repeats, softer this time, ( 'Han Geng.'Collapse )

windstalk

for riiche ♥

THE NTH REPEAT
it's a vicious cycle
Fuji/Yuuta. 1,785 words. Prince of Tennis.


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It rains in sleets on the day you leave. The temperature is cold outside but he insists on seeing you off at the station. I can help you carry the luggage, he says, smiling benignly. You watch him put on his long-sleeved coat, one thin arm through a cloth tunnel and then the other, nimble fingers pushing a black button, large as a beetle, through its corresponding eye, then another, then another, securing the right flap of the apparel over the left.

I'm done, he tells you, smoothing his hands down the coat, and it startles you. Your collar, you point out stiffly, mouth set into a rigid line. Oh? He cocks his head to one side, hands moving to the back of his neck to flip the collar out. Watching him. It is like watching him make love to himself.

Your father sounds the horn. Hurry up, you say irritably, hoping, at the same time, for him to take as long as possible to put on his boots. You are not ready to leave, not really. He does, though, and opens the black umbrella. Come on, he beckons. You frown and pick up your duffel bag, duck under the rain shield as the both of you wet your boots in a puddle. He huddles against you, taking wide strides down the front yard of the house toward the car. You struggle to keep up.

His body is warmer than usual in the cold. ( Your bag gets heavier.Collapse )