➳ fem!reader x Haknyeon

➳ wc: 1.8k

➳ TAGS: boyfriend!haknyeon

➳ WARNINGS: needlessly philosophical meanderings about time, photography, reality; reader's mother is mentioned; lit fiction style

➳ AN: our boy won the case! yippie! now if only that horrid woman would leave all of them alone. I am praying on her downfall, honestly. ugh. I just finished the cheollie fic and it bothered me how juvenile, plain, and poorly written it was; so I wanted to write something that aimed for the imitation of something a little more 'high-brow'; might be a stupid or ugly read, but I enjoyed the challenge :)  

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Bluebird of happiness

The sun paints pretty little sunspots onto the grass beneath her, littering kisses over the earth and over his face. She smiles, bathing in the spots of warmth on her own skin, content to watch him. For the moment.

Summer has ebbed away, taken the sweltering heat and the constant dampness with it in its tow. What remains is the comfort of the season’s sunset: sweet, cosy, and tentative. Like a first kiss. With her thoughts turning constantly around this topic, there’s no avoiding leaning down and kissing him. Right where the sun hast warmed his forehead. She lingers for a second, appreciating the warmth against her lips.

“What are you doing?”

His voice sounds treacly as toffee, like he himself is candy, melted in the sun.

“Recharging,” she replies through pursed lips.

Smiling against his skin, she leans back to look into his eyes. He is blinking up at her, only one eye open, betraying his sleepiness. There’s a twinkle of amusement in it. But he’s used to her idiosyncrasies, the small and the big. So, he reaches up a hand, futilely tugging a lock of hair away from her face.

“You have sun freckles,” she says.

“You’re obsessed with freckles,” he answers. She giggles. “I’m serious,” he insists, excitement too great to remain supine, “just last week, when it was raining, you said the pavement had freckles.”

“What can I say, they’re cute…”

“Is that why you like strawberries so much?”

He winks, reaching past her to pick one of the red fruits from their little basket. Haknyeon dips it into the whipped cream the two of them had brought for this specific purpose. 

They had just spent the early afternoon at a farm, under large straw hats borrowed from the owners. Worried about the cloudless midday heat – and delighted at the sight of Haknyeon and her hand in hand – the little old lady at the stall had waddled off to the farm house. She had urged them to wait and returned with wide-brimmed hats, a strawberry charm dangling from each of the brims. She struggled with the uneven weight distribution when putting it on, until Haknyeon reached over, helping his girlfriend adjust the charm just right. The old women couldn’t have been happier. She had gone on and on about young love and sweet memories. 

Sufficiently armed against the sun, the two of them had spent a much longer time than necessary collecting a shared basket of fruit, continuously distracted by one another. 

She had continued to muse about the old lady’s tales, trying to glimpse into the future with each look she threw her boyfriend. Imagining him old seemed as impossible as imagining her mother young. When her imagination proved itself insufficient, there were always photos of her mother’s youth. Where her mind had failed, memorabilia had provided. Never mind the impossibility of connecting that little girl in the pictures to her mother, like trying to see the branches of the oak inside the acorn.

But where Haknyeon’s future was concerned, she was not even allowed the discordance of images to fill the lacunae of her mind. No matter how much she wished to catch just a single, fleeting glimpse at it – for his sake as much as her own curiosity; if she wanted to see him, she would need virtuous patience. She considered wondering these things aloud, hearing his perspective, learning if he ever thought about her in the same way. But decided against it. A little bird arrested her thought process. It landed between the two of them, twittering in excitement. She was too caught up in its movements and song to dwell more on hypotheticals. What a waste to continue in speculative circles, here – in the summer sun, on wide strawberry fields, with birdsong and her favourite person – where everything was real.

He was somehow more real, leaning over the strawberry plant between them, pressing his lips against hers. Haknyeon hovered close to her, always seeing in her eyes, when she started drifting too far away.

“Want to come back?” he asked.

When she nodded, he put a strawberry into her hand. It was the biggest one she’d seen all afternoon, vaguely heart-shaped. He had already returned to his work. A passing remark.

 Picking the berries through their own labour was a rewarding exercise that reminded her of childhood summers, spent in the countryside. The dirt on her fingertips, under her nails, was a medal of honour, proof of their work and dedication.

Haknyeon took out his camera, taking a photo of both of their dirt-crusted fingers intertwined – the temporary keepsake turned eternal. She had asked him whether he thought that the photo fundamentally transformed the nature of this medal, whether it smoothed the edges and flattened something. He pondered it for a second.

“No,” he eventually replied, “how do you think it was before it became a picture?”

 “Grounded.”

He nodded, although his eyes told her he wasn’t yet sure about her point. She knew he would continue to think about it, always persistent in his endeavours to understand her.

“I think I get it now,” he says, holding the strawberry up to her lips. She smiles, taking a bite. They don’t always need words, and the late summer afternoon is still making her feel like moving through honey. So she lets the tilt of her head tell him to continue. I’m listening, it says.

As he speaks, he continues working through their strawberries, eating one for every two he gives her.

“The dirt is grounded. Under our fingernails, we carry that with us. We carry the earth with us. It’s a real thing happening to us in the moment. But with the photo, we create a facsimile of that reality. And… it’s confined into the photo. The dirt,” he lifts his hand up against the backdrop of the foliage above him, blinking in the light. “The dirt is gone. At least as far as we can see. That’s real. In the photo, the dirt, and our hands, will always stay the same, unchanged, always together.”

 She nods, reaching up to entangle their fingers in the dancing lights of the shifting leaves.

“I wouldn’t mind our hands always staying together.”

He chuckles.

“Me neither.”

She looks at him, thinking about how blessed she is to get him here in front of her. Real. Haknyeon leans in, giving her a quick peck.

“I still like the photo,” he admits against her lips.

“Me too.”

“I want to take another one of you, if that’s alright.”

Between his tone, and the warmth, and the sunset announcing itself in the distance, she thinks she will never need pictures to remember this afternoon in its golden glow. But still,

“Of course.”

He smiles, a spot of mischief in his eyes, so familiar to her that she misses it. Haknyeon takes another strawberry, dipping it into the cream and holding it up to her lips. But just as she leans forward, he tips it up. The whipped cream sticks against her nose; she can see it out of the corner of her eyes. Too surprised to be indignant, she looks up at him as he snaps the promised photo, lightning-quick. Haknyeon is giggling, the sound mingling with the birdsong surrounding you. They create a new harmony together that you wish you could also capture in a picture.

“Sorry,” he placates. “I can’t wait to get this developed.”

Her boyfriend leans forward, giving her a peck on the nose that does little to get the whipped cream out of her field of vision. All it does is leave traces of it against his lips, the strawberry forgotten between them. He kisses it off, again and again, until most of it is simply freckled over his lips.

“Need help with that?” she smirks, leaning forward to mirror him.

He wants to meet her halfway but she takes a leaf out of his book, leaning away at the last second to peck him on the cheek. He frowns a little, the whipped cream deepening his pout. So, she gives in, leaning in lick it off his lips, nibbling at them. He cups her cheek lightly, keeping her close to him when she wants to pull away. The birds fade into the background as he sighs into the kiss. Finally, he seems to be saying.

The sounds have faded, the wind has stilled, and the sun has frozen in place above them as they cannot separate from each other. She leans further into him, tastes the strawberries and cream on his lips and his tongue, feels the warmth of his palm against her face, and the steady movement of his breath through his shirt. All these things register with her at the same time. She feels like she’s in a picture then, encapsulated in a single moment that is made eternal by purposeful observation.

The eternity ruptures when Haknyeon finally breaks this kiss, resting his forehead against hers. He’s smiling, and he’s telling her he is so glad to have her and once the floodgates have opened, he keeps talking.

It’s like the kiss has finally dislodged something in his throat, unobstructed the path for him to express things that had been caught in his chest for ages. They continue flowing out, making clear that none of these things had been meant for that space where they could echo around each other for ages, dissonant and unsettling.

She leans back and he follows her guidance, lying down on her lap. He blinks up at her for a few seconds, but has to close his eyes against the sun. He is frowning, like the words, even on their way out, are hurting him. They never stop, however. Not even gravity can keep them from spilling past his lips into the warm summer air. She watches them dissolve into gaseous dark clouds. Better out than in.

If she could swat at them, she would. If she could tear them out, root and all, she would reach into his chest or mind or wherever they have taken up their malignant residence. Now she just watches them flail in the open air. As they are exposed, they fail to hold onto their power. Their grip slips as she plays with Haknyeon’s hair, whose expression lightens with every sentence. Like his worries become smaller and smaller as he speaks them.

Eventually, he stills, continuing to lie on her lap, relishing in the attention she is paying to him. He thanks her, something she reads more on his lips than she hears him say it. Or maybe she simply feels it in her chest. His hand seeks for her free hand, intertwining fingers the same way they did earlier that day. A smudge of cream on their fingertips.

“You ready to go home?” she asks after their silence has expanded across the whole meadow. He shakes his head, murmuring something about five more minutes.

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