MissLemonBar
Pairing: SiHen
Summary: Henry explores Seoul on weekends. Siwon doesn't like kissing strangers.
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Henry liked wandering the streets of Seoul. He liked to hide under a peaked cap and oversized sunglasses, and let the chatter of a barely understood language flow through the air around him as he walked down the streets alone. Every weekend he would pick a different district on the map, randomly jabbing with his finger, climb aboard a bus and wait, headphones screwed firmly into his ears. Though Henry never switched his iPod on - the conspicuous trail of white wire would close him off from the rest of the world, and he found that he could walk anywhere and people wouldn't give him a second glance. Crowds would let him slide through like magic without even realising.
Today was a Sunday – he liked exploring on Sundays. The streets were quieter, more shops were closed, and he would think of Canada and his family and TK as his footsteps would beat in time with the silence in his ears. He would look at road signs, in old and faded Korean and imagine they were bright English letters, with shining paint that reflected the lights from shop windows. He liked Sundays because if he went out on a Sunday, he could fool himself that he was home again, because everywhere is quiet on a Sunday.
But when getting out of the bus, Henry realised things weren't quiet. He was in a little corner of Seoul that almost touched the countryside with its fingertips – the buildings were scarcer, older, mainly houses and small shops. The streets were small and windy, peeling signs and cracked asphalt, and the steady rumbling of the freeway could be heard if you held your breath. As his feet touched the pavement, and the bus trundled loudly and obnoxiously away, Henry looked up to feel the soft summer rain, almost drizzle, on his face.
But out of the corner of his eye, he could see swirling colours and objects that glittered, and bringing his head back down he could see that the tired little street was alive with bursts of colour. Tiny stalls crammed in together side by side, lining the whole street, owners calling out their wares in loud and blaring voices. There were performers, jugglers and fire breathers, sword swallowers, puppeteers and living statues all dressed in vivid regalia, faces smeared with paint that stood out stark against their skin. Children ran, screaming and shouting, firing hoops and blowing bubbles, eating the food that was prepared in front of their eager faces, which smelled to Henry like happiness and oldness and the little old woman he'd bumped into when shopping with Donghae, who had smiled at him until her eyes had disappeared inside the folds of her aged skin. There was a clamour of pipes, drums, guitars and various snatches of singing that permeated the air and sunk into his bones, warming the chill from the gentle rain.
Despite the brightness of the flags and the stalls the sky was overcast and a grey gloom settled like a screen over his vision, but it highlighted the reality of the street – the laughing children were dressed in worn, dated clothes. The stalls were bright, but ragged and torn, the performers costumes old and worn through.
Henry felt like he was home.
And feeling home was weird, because this place – this little suburb of Seoul, that looked like it belonged in some country village, was nothing like Canada. It was nothing like the bustling streets of Toronto, or the richness of the wide open spaces of the country by his house. But, for some reason he couldn't quite place his finger on, he liked it.
Children would stumble across his path, laughing out apologies as they would scramble out of his way. He couldn't help but smile at their happy faces, excitement shining out of every pore, as they chased and weaved and dodged in and out of the scattered crowds.
Henry, for the first time since his exploring, felt a little glow of happiness in his chest as he walked. These people weren't perfect, shiny city workers. They were frayed around the edges, tough and resilient. They knew how to make happiness and fill the atmosphere with it, and make their own little place inside the grinding of the worlds machine. This little island, though far from perfect, was a splash of something inside the grime and mechanism of Seoul. Just like Henry.
Henry came out of his reverie as the sky rumbled ominously over his head, and he jerked up in surprise to see the rainclouds above him churning and boiling, casting a darker shadow over the city. The crowds were gradually thinning, people leaving to go home to the warmth of their houses, stalls packing up and closing, hauling their stocks out of the impending rain. He'd reached the beginning of the end of this little festival – streamers trailing along the crowd, dropped food and rubbish blowing along the edge of the gutters, the bright colours warped and running from the crinkly paper.
Bending down, Henry tugged on one that was caught on the edge of his trainer and picked it up. The red was still just as bright as it had been before, the straggling pennant slightly damp and torn at one end. Another flash of red caught his eye, and he turned to see a man walking along the edge of the road. His posture was upright and straight, but Henry could see the downturn of his shoulders, the elegant slump in the angle of his neck. He was wearing one of those kissing booths – the shockingly red box-shaped frame that slotted over his body, held up by suspenders that hung from his broad shoulders. A bright pink, tacky 'KISSES!' was emblazoned across the headboard, and a similar scarlet hue was plastered across the man's cheeks.
Henry thought it was adorable.
He was tall, and with a strong, muscular body that filled out his rather too snug t-shirt. His jeans were old and obviously worn, with faded patches and slightly fraying edges, and Henry felt his breath catch at the sliver of tanned thigh that was visible through a particularly wide tear. The dejected profile was so classically handsome, with a strong jaw and chin, high forehead and delicately sculpted nose, as majestic as the ancient statues of Roman Emperors. The thick eyebrows were furrowed over large, deep chocolate eyes, and Henry was pretty sure he could easily get lost in them if he was caught in their gaze. Before he could mentally berate himself for lusting after someone already ridiculously unattainable, the object of his current obsession turned his head to smooth a crick in his neck, and his gaze met his own as the large hands rubbed against the arching neck.
As their eyes met, Henry felt himself flush slightly underneath his cap and the other man smiled hesitantly - and Henry inwardly groaned with delight at the adorable smile, and the deep dimples he just wanted to sink his fingers into.
"Are... are you lost?"
Henry wanted to die right then at the deep, smooth voice.
"I'm just exploring," He replied in halting Korean, tugging the unused headphones out of his ears, cursing his lack of relevant language skills. The man's smile widened slightly, and he strode forward to bring himself closer to Henry and his suddenly hammering heart. Luckily for Henry, the kissing booth prevented him from coming too close, or he was sure he would have collapsed on the spot. It had to be illegal to be that gorgeous, he was sure.
"Well, since it's about to rain and the festival's over, it's probably better if you head back," the man smiled at him, "I can help you back if you like. I know Seoul pretty well."
Henry couldn't hold back a smirk at the image of this example of male perfection riding the subway in the glaringly scarlet kissing booth. "You'd show me back in that?" he laughed, and delighted in the flush that spread along the other's neck as he laughed too, head thrown back to reveal that long expanse of neck. Henry fought back a swallow.
"Where are you from?"
"Canada."
A wide grin blossomed on the man's face, and he stuck out his hand. "Hi," he said in English, causing the blood in Henry's veins to freeze. "My name is Siwon. Siwon Choi."
Henry couldn't help the returning smile that stretched across his face. Why everything was so undeniably appealing about Siwon, he had no idea; but he didn't mind it in the slightest.
They were still goofily smiling at each other when a large droplet of rain fell heavily on Henry's cheek, and he blinked in surprise. Siwon glanced up at the clouds, and frowned with those gorgeous eyebrows.
"It's starting to rain," he tutted, and looked back at Henry. "We should probably head off before it gets worse."
"I like the rain" said Henry quietly, stretching out a hand until it was mere inches from Siwon's chest, and upturning it to catch the falling rain. "They're just water particles, but wherever you go in the world they mean something different, even if it's all fundamentally the same."
Siwon's expression was thoughtful as he tilted his head to the side, considering.
"What's your name?" he said again in English, and Henry felt the same thrill race through him at the lilting accent. And realised, belatedly, that despite talking to the most handsome man he'd ever seen in his life, said man was still wearing a kissing booth.
"Henry." He grinned, flicking at the cardboard. "So what's all this about?"
Siwon looked abashed, and answered sounding slightly embarrassed. "Everyone from work had to do something for the festival," he began, eyes sliding away from Henry's amused gaze as he continued. "The girls jokingly suggested that I did a kissing booth, but then the boss actually made it, and..." he broke off, waving his hands in a gesture of helplessness.
Henry frowned. He didn't remember seeing Siwon on the street – he would have remembered seeing someone this gorgeous. The girls would have been stuck to him like glue, and Henry admitted to himself that if he'd seen Siwon in the festival, he would have been hard pressed to stop himself from going up to ask for a kiss too.
"I didn't see you," Henry was feeling rather wicked; "I couldn't have missed you in that atrocity. I would have seen you coming from a mile away." Siwon laughed, long and loud, and slapped an amused hand against Henry's shoulder. Henry despaired at the jolt of electricity that tingled through him on contact.
As Siwon's laughter died down, he chuckled; "I was actually trying to avoid the crowds. I didn't really... I don't really like the idea of kissing random strangers" and sobered slightly. "Though I didn't want to offend those at work," he carried on uncomfortably, "They put in all this effort and I didn't want to be rude and refuse."
He bit down on his lip, and Henry's eyes were automatically drawn to it, plump and absolutely delicious.
"So are you trying to tell me," he was unable to tear his eyes away from Siwon's bottom lip "that despite the fact that your colleagues made you this kissing booth from scratch to go out into the festival, you have, in fact, not kissed anyone at all?"
He wanted to look up from Siwon's mouth, he really did. But all this talk of kissing was distracting, and his shoulder was still tingling from the touch of Siwon's hand, and Siwon had such a nice mouth with such well shaped lips. They looked soft to touch, and he impulsively licked his lips on wondering what they would taste like.
He looked up as more droplets of rain began to fall on his face, the rain growing heavier, and caught on his inhale when he locked with Siwon's gaze. Siwon's eyes were fixed on his – the smile had gone from his face, and his jaw was set. The dark eyes were no longer filled with humour, but something much darker that made Henry's stomach flip, and the want and hunger that thrilled through his gaze made his knees feel ever so slightly weak. Henry needed to tear himself away.
Say something, his mind clamoured desperately. "So," his mind was blank, and he knew that there was no going back now. "You're planning on going back to work without having fulfilled your... duty of kissing anyone?" He was purring now, stepping closer to Siwon until he was able to feel the heat radiating from the strong chest. "Don't you think that's a little..." his breathing was slightly erratic, unable to tear his eyes away from those dark pools "... selfish?"
Siwon's eyes narrowed, and Henry's heart stumbled.
"I suppose it would be extremely selfish," Siwon muttered, voice slightly ragged. Henry was still reeling from the abrupt change in atmosphere, and didn't register the toned arm moving round his back until it pressed into the curve of his spine, and his whole body trembled with the shock of it. For a heartbeat, they both stared into each other's eyes.
"I guess I can't go back without even one kiss," Siwon whispered, finally, and Henry let out an unrestrained groan as Siwon dragged him against his body and Henry flung an arm around his neck as their lips met.
Their mouths opened hotly against each others, damp from the rain that curved over their bodies and dripped from their hair, lips pressing insistently in a heated frenzy. Siwon's arm was curled tighter around his waist, and as his tongue swiped teasingly over Henry's bottom lip, his quiet moan reverberated through their melded bodies and Siwon crushed him to him, the cardboard of the booth squashed and bent out of all shape between them. Henry opened his mouth as he pulled Siwon down further to meet him, letting his tongue slide deliciously against Siwon's, feeling him shudder and attack his lips with more ferocity.
He didn't know how long they were kissing for, lips mating as they grew gradually wetter and wetter in the summer rain, the kissing booth buckling and breaking as they lost themselves in each other's mouths with increased fervour. Henry didn't know if he had ever felt like this – kissing Siwon was like losing his mind. He couldn't think, couldn't see, only feel as his mind blanked at the overpowering sensations of Siwon's tongue, his eager lips, his hot mouth, and couldn't restrain the breathy sighs and moans that throbbed between them as their lips met again and again in a passionate frenzy.
His hands were buried in Siwon's hair, rubbing through the soft hairs on the back of his neck, while Siwon's arm was still clenched tightly around his back. His other arm was struggling with something between them, and Henry was so lost inside Siwon's mouth that he barely registered the tearing of cardboard until Siwon stepped out of the kissing booth, pushing Henry until his back hit the wall of a building, and their mouths fell apart at the sudden impact. When Henry realised that there was no longer any barrier between them, he grabbed the collar of Siwon's shirt and dragged him back to his mouth, moaning with delight as Siwon's tongue slid between his lips and tasted him thoroughly, and Siwon pressed their bodies flush together.
Henry slid his hands down the muscled chest, letting them roam over the waistband of his jeans as they settled satisfyingly on Siwon's ass, and tilted his head to the side as Siwon's mouth fell open in greed. Henry concentrated on exploring every inch of it, their tongues rubbing together so sensually that he was glad to have the wall for support as Siwon slid his head back, pressing even closer as he slid a leg between Henry's thighs. Henry groaned headily as he finally realised how hard he really was and the pain the zip of his fly was causing to his erection, and pulled reluctantly away from Siwon's mouth.
Siwon's hair was wet and sticking in all directions; his face was flushed, lips swollen and looking thoroughly kissed and his dark eyes glittered with ill disguised want.
"I guess you got your kiss," Henry laughed shakily, still coming down from the high that was Siwon's mouth on his and Siwon smirked in return, which thrilled through Henry's blood.
"I guess I did," his murmured hoarsely, leaning forward to graze his nose up the column of Henry's neck, whose adams apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Henry was feeling ever so slightly awkward, now that he had come out of his haze. His erection was no joke, and his body knew exactly what it wanted to do next with the man in front of him. But he didn't know whether Siwon...
His thought process was cut off with a strangled gasp as Siwon pressed himself fully against Henry – and Henry could feel Siwon's enthusiasm pressed against his thigh. And he wanted to moan as he felt every single inch of his enthusiasm.
It was safe to say that his was very, very enthusiastic about continuing with their little rendezvous.
"My flat isn't far away," Siwon murmured underneath his ear, his skin trembling at the little puffs of breath "If you want to..." he trailed off, leaving the invitation open as he pulled back to look Henry in the eyes.
Henry smirked and tightened his grip on Siwon's ass, and the man hissed in approval as his face twisted into something predatory that sang through Henry's blood. "Well," he swallowed his nerves and tried for daring,
"I'm hardly going to let you fuck me in the street."
The shock in Siwon's eyes was palpable, and Henry thought for a split second he had made a huge mistake until Siwon growled, low and guttural, and the sound went straight to Henry's cock which throbbed with even greater need. Capturing Henry's lips in a brief yet ferocious kiss which left both their lips bruised, he slung an arm around Henry's shoulders and pulled him away from the wall, starting the walk down the street apparently towards Siwon's flat, but Henry stopped him with a pull on the back of his shirt.
"Hold up, soldier," he laughed, tugging Siwon to a halt, and his brain squealed at the adorable confused expression on Siwon's face. "You make all this fuss about not wanting to offend your colleges, and then leave the product of their hard work lying broken in the street?"
Siwon glanced back at the destroyed kissing booth and let out a bark of laughter, letting go of Henry briefly to jog back to the pile of coloured cardboard, and squatted down to fold it into some easier way to carry. Henry took full advantage of this opportunity to check out Siwon's shapely rear end, and felt another thrill of desire at the gorgeously curvaceous ass flaunted in front of him.
As Siwon straightened up, he felt his heart flutter at the cheeky smile turned towards him, and leaned back in against the firm shoulder as Siwon's arm slid back around his neck and pulled him close. Henry, unable to resist, slipped his hand down into the back pocket of the man's jeans and gave a squeeze, eliciting a dark chuckle full of promise.
Henry found that he liked the sensation of walking with Siwon. The way he was tucked against his side, the warmth of the strong arm against his neck was soothing, and he found that the aching need from just minutes ago was beginning to fade somewhat. They weren't as hurried as they were before, Siwon pointing out buildings and shops and people, and Henry looked up at the face next to him. It was curved slightly away in conversation, the strong cheek and jaw dripping with the last of the rain, the wet ends of his hair falling over his forehead and into his excited eyes. But as the sweet face turned back to him, a smile playing on his lips, the twist in his gut told Henry that he would be able to have him begging with want in no time at all.
Siwon squeezed his shoulder. "So I guess, welcome to Seoul!" he laughed, chest shaking with it.
Henry blinked, and started laughing. Siwon glanced down in confusion as Henry laughed so hard his whole body shook, and Siwon nudged him in irritation. "What?" he asked, curiosity edging his voice. Henry chuckled and breathed out, trying to hold in his laughter.
"Siwon," he said, voice still weak with mirth; "I've lived in Seoul for three years!"
And as Siwon's roar of "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THREE YEARS?!" echoed down the street, Henry smiled into the crook of his shoulder and squeezed that delicious ass once again, a promise of what was to come.
-fin-
