Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Seungkwan Major Tags: Oikawa!Jeonghan, Hinata!Seungkwan, Post-timeskip arc Additional Tags: N/A Permission to remix: Yes
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Part One is about Time.
Part Two is about Space.
The Last Part is about the Sun.
i.
Jeonghan chuckles. “Goddamn. That kid really did it, huh.”
He sits on the hot sand, a fair distance away from the makeshift court and watches Seungkwan play beach volleyball for the first time.
How long has it been? Years. It has been years since he’s seen him. And yet a part of Jeonghan still stings when he remembers their loss, when he remembers not having been to the Nationals when Seungkwan, that little shrimp, had gone and had lost. It should’ve been Jeonghan who had defeated the crows, he thinks bitterly, he should’ve been there instead of watching their match play through his stupid phon-- damn, and then he whoops, cannot help but whistle in awe, when he sees how Seungkwan flies, the sand spilling from the balls of his feet as he soars and the ball flies in a beautiful arc.
“God...” Jeonghan laughs louder, feels his eyes grow wider. Watches intently how Seungkwan moves his body, so differently now, a far cry from when he had been opposite him at an indoor court. Jeonghan watches, watches and observes Seungkwan’s limbs, no more of the boyish callousness that thrilled Jeonghan so much that it irked him, but now with the simple assuredness that, this is where my feet will land and this is how it will make me fly.
Jeonghan lifts a hand up to his forehead to shield his eyes from the sun but really, something in his chest pinwheels forward like a topspin serve when Seungkwan smiles like an idiot after he hits a good spike that leaves his opponents’ mouths open.
He had forgotten how endlessly alluring it is watching Seungkwan play.
The day after, Jeonghan comes to the beach again.
This time, he makes himself seen. Halfway through the game, Seungkwan catches sight of him and lets the ball hit him square in the chest in favor of turning his whole body towards where Jeonghan had been standing and practically yelling, THE GRAND KING?!
His hands fly to his mouth, as if he wasn’t intending to scream that out loud.
“The grand king,” Jeonghan repeats, lifts his shoulders better, and grins back at Seungkwan who is still looking incredulously at him. Time passes and Jeonghan had forgotten just how ridiculous his orange hair is. Forgotten how small. How alluring it is to watch him play and also just how Seungkwan can make him feel -- him, the grand king -- feel so fucking big simply with the way he regards him.
“Play with me,” Seungkwan says, still small and already nineteen, sweaty and shining like the sun, and suddenly Jeonghan feels himself pivot back to Miyagi, that first game, hundreds of eyes on him, but it’s only Seungkwan’s hunger on the other side of the net and the ball on his hand that grounds him to place.
ii.
Volleyball is a sport where you are always looking up. This, of course, Jeonghan knows. He’s the grand king for god’s fucking sake. But it’s a whole matter entirely when you look up and you don’t see the roof of the gymnasium but the brutal sun high up in the sky at noon.
Jeonghan makes the same mistake again and feels his field of vision flood with the hot white of the sun and then with black as a sharp pain shoots deep in his forehead. He cannot get used to this. How does Seungkwan do it?
He faintly hears the ball thud behind him and then feels Seungkwan rush to his side.
“Hyung, are you okay? Told you to wear a visor or some sunglasses. There is no roof here, it’s just the sky!” He nags, then fiddles around with the hat in his head and velcros it into Jeonghan’s.
“This looks stupid on me, Seungkwannie. Look, the girls are already laughing,” Jeonghan whines, still with his ass on the sand.
“Who cares about the girls, hyung,” he says, and he’s suddenly so closely standing over him that he’s momentarily blocking the sun. “I think it looks cute on you.”
Time passes and Jeonghan had forgotten if Seungkwan had ever been this close to him. There had always been a court and a net and several bodies between them. Right now, his face is only a few inches away from Jeonghan’s nose that he can feel Seungkwan’s excited breathing ruffle tufts of his hair poking out of the visor, tickle his nearly sunburnt skin on his forehead.
Time passes and Jeonghan says, “You have freckles now.”
Seungkwan pauses. Then he smiles a bit, only a little bit like a secret but brilliant all the same, only for Jeonghan to see, his own private sun, before he lets himself get pulled up by the arm and they lose to another set against the locals.
iii.
“Seungkwan, what would you be doing if you weren’t playing volleyball?”
“Hmmm. Maybe coaching?”
“That’s still like playing volleyball, stupid. What if there isn’t volleyball at all?” Jeonghan insists, the visor still sitting funnily on top of his head.
Seungkwan laughs, loud and ugly and absolutely irreverent. His skin rendered gold by the sun setting. “What do you mean there isn’t volleyball? What kind of world would that be?”
This one, this part of Seungkwan, Jeonghan had also forgotten, and he's grateful to bask in it right now and to remember.
[FILL] fishing the sun out of the sky
Major Tags: Oikawa!Jeonghan, Hinata!Seungkwan, Post-timeskip arc
Additional Tags: N/A
Permission to remix: Yes
***
Part One is about Time.
Part Two is about Space.
The Last Part is about the Sun.
i.
Jeonghan chuckles. “Goddamn. That kid really did it, huh.”
He sits on the hot sand, a fair distance away from the makeshift court and watches Seungkwan play beach volleyball for the first time.
How long has it been? Years. It has been years since he’s seen him. And yet a part of Jeonghan still stings when he remembers their loss, when he remembers not having been to the Nationals when Seungkwan, that little shrimp, had gone and had lost. It should’ve been Jeonghan who had defeated the crows, he thinks bitterly, he should’ve been there instead of watching their match play through his stupid phon-- damn, and then he whoops, cannot help but whistle in awe, when he sees how Seungkwan flies, the sand spilling from the balls of his feet as he soars and the ball flies in a beautiful arc.
“God...” Jeonghan laughs louder, feels his eyes grow wider. Watches intently how Seungkwan moves his body, so differently now, a far cry from when he had been opposite him at an indoor court. Jeonghan watches, watches and observes Seungkwan’s limbs, no more of the boyish callousness that thrilled Jeonghan so much that it irked him, but now with the simple assuredness that, this is where my feet will land and this is how it will make me fly.
Jeonghan lifts a hand up to his forehead to shield his eyes from the sun but really, something in his chest pinwheels forward like a topspin serve when Seungkwan smiles like an idiot after he hits a good spike that leaves his opponents’ mouths open.
He had forgotten how endlessly alluring it is watching Seungkwan play.
The day after, Jeonghan comes to the beach again.
This time, he makes himself seen. Halfway through the game, Seungkwan catches sight of him and lets the ball hit him square in the chest in favor of turning his whole body towards where Jeonghan had been standing and practically yelling, THE GRAND KING?!
His hands fly to his mouth, as if he wasn’t intending to scream that out loud.
“The grand king,” Jeonghan repeats, lifts his shoulders better, and grins back at Seungkwan who is still looking incredulously at him. Time passes and Jeonghan had forgotten just how ridiculous his orange hair is. Forgotten how small. How alluring it is to watch him play and also just how Seungkwan can make him feel -- him, the grand king -- feel so fucking big simply with the way he regards him.
“Play with me,” Seungkwan says, still small and already nineteen, sweaty and shining like the sun, and suddenly Jeonghan feels himself pivot back to Miyagi, that first game, hundreds of eyes on him, but it’s only Seungkwan’s hunger on the other side of the net and the ball on his hand that grounds him to place.
ii.
Volleyball is a sport where you are always looking up. This, of course, Jeonghan knows. He’s the grand king for god’s fucking sake. But it’s a whole matter entirely when you look up and you don’t see the roof of the gymnasium but the brutal sun high up in the sky at noon.
Jeonghan makes the same mistake again and feels his field of vision flood with the hot white of the sun and then with black as a sharp pain shoots deep in his forehead. He cannot get used to this. How does Seungkwan do it?
He faintly hears the ball thud behind him and then feels Seungkwan rush to his side.
“Hyung, are you okay? Told you to wear a visor or some sunglasses. There is no roof here, it’s just the sky!” He nags, then fiddles around with the hat in his head and velcros it into Jeonghan’s.
“This looks stupid on me, Seungkwannie. Look, the girls are already laughing,” Jeonghan whines, still with his ass on the sand.
“Who cares about the girls, hyung,” he says, and he’s suddenly so closely standing over him that he’s momentarily blocking the sun. “I think it looks cute on you.”
Time passes and Jeonghan had forgotten if Seungkwan had ever been this close to him. There had always been a court and a net and several bodies between them. Right now, his face is only a few inches away from Jeonghan’s nose that he can feel Seungkwan’s excited breathing ruffle tufts of his hair poking out of the visor, tickle his nearly sunburnt skin on his forehead.
Time passes and Jeonghan says, “You have freckles now.”
Seungkwan pauses. Then he smiles a bit, only a little bit like a secret but brilliant all the same, only for Jeonghan to see, his own private sun, before he lets himself get pulled up by the arm and they lose to another set against the locals.
iii.
“Seungkwan, what would you be doing if you weren’t playing volleyball?”
“Hmmm. Maybe coaching?”
“That’s still like playing volleyball, stupid. What if there isn’t volleyball at all?” Jeonghan insists, the visor still sitting funnily on top of his head.
Seungkwan laughs, loud and ugly and absolutely irreverent. His skin rendered gold by the sun setting. “What do you mean there isn’t volleyball? What kind of world would that be?”
This one, this part of Seungkwan, Jeonghan had also forgotten, and he's grateful to bask in it right now and to remember.