[FIC] Grandpa

Title: Grandpa
Characters: Yesung, OC
Rating: G
Wordcount: 845
Summary: He picks her up from the airport after a long leave.
A/N: And here I am with yet another one of my drabbles. x3 When the stress gets too much, I start drabbling I guess. LoL. =P This one's just my futile attempt at writing a good fluff fic. Turns out I'm not that good in fluff. Which also explains why I'm not much for all the loveydovey scenes in my novels. I am more for the endless discussions and arrogant characters I guess? xD -dies- Anyway. Here's the drabble. Hope you enjoy. ^^ Oh, as to why the 'Grandpa'.. I was talking about Yesung being Yeye to my dongsaeng-ah and she asked me if Yeye didn't mean grandfather in Chinese. I have no idea if it does or not, but since then, I'm calling Yesung grandpa. x3

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“Grandpa!” the girl calls out, running up to the young man who has been waiting for her. She drops her bag a few paces before reaching him and then flings herself into his arms to hug him tightly. The young man laughs softly, putting his arms around the girl as well and pressing his face in her hair as she holds on to him. He smells the faint scent of spring flowers, a fragrance that always seems to hang around her no matter what season it is, and a genuine smile lights up his expression.

“How have you been?” he asks, not yet letting go of her slim body as this is the first time in months that he is able to hold her. She smiles against his chest and nuzzles her face against his neck.

“Does it matter?” she then wonders out loud, taking in his scent that reminds her of strength, of support, of love and, most of all, of home. She feels how he lets a hand run over her back and closes her eyes to enjoy the feeling all the more. “I’m doing fine now, that’s all that counts.”

He chuckles as he hears her words, letting his cheek rest on her head. A soft sigh can be heard from her, making the smile on his face widen a little. He realises that it feels good to hold her again, to be close to her again, and that he has missed that feeling in the time that she was gone. It’s only now that she’s back, however, that he feels the absence there has been when she wasn’t around. It feels like he has not been whole anymore ever since she left, but that the hole inside of him is now finally filled again.

“I guess that’s true.” he mumbles in reply to what she said before and he closes his eyes as well, unwilling to let the moment pass just yet. He breathes in the smell of spring flowers once again and knows that he doesn’t want to ever let go again.

Yet life isn’t that kind to him, for she pulls away after a few minutes have passed. She doesn’t really want to herself, but has no choice, as people are starting to give them attention. Kind, understanding smiles are flashed their way and elbows are nudged in other people’s side to point out the happy-looking couple in the middle of the airport. It is not that she minds having other people around when hugging him, but she can’t really afford for him to be recognised in the middle of an overcrowded airport, tenderly hugging some random girl.

As she unlocks her arms from around his body, she feels his reluctance in letting go. It brings a smile to her face and she reaches for his hand to intertwine her fingers with his, showing him that she does not want to let go yet either, but has no other choice. She gives his hand a reassuring squeeze as she picks up her bag again and they set off to the exit of the airport. All around them, people are rushing to catch their flights or get a last minute booking done, but neither of them feels like being hasty. Their pace is calm, synchronised and relaxed. Once outside, he gently takes her to a waiting taxi and lets her slide in first. When they’re settled on the backseat, he tells the driver where to go.

She watches how the airport slowly starts moving out of her sight, gazing at it a few moments longer before turning away from the window and giving all her attention to him. He smiles at her the moment their eyes meet, which makes her feel all warm inside. She decides to lay her head down on his lap, cuddling up as close to him as possible on the uncomfortable taxi backseat. She feels how he starts caressing her hair and for a while, a very relaxing silence settles in the car.

“Why do you keep calling me grandpa?” he suddenly asks, letting his fingers run through her hair for the umpteenth time. “It makes me feel old and people give me disapproving glares when you call me that.” He can see her smile because of his words, but she doesn’t respond. He sighs, before ending his complaint with a soft murmur. “It’s so random and weird.”

Apparently, she has heard those words, because she opens her eyes and looks up at him, a smile pulling up the corners of her mouth. He can’t help but think how pretty she looks when she smiles at him like that. Slowly, she reaches up a hand to caress his cheek and he eyes her as she lets her eyes wander over his face. In the end, she drops her hand again, shifting a little closer to him as she closes her eyes again.

“That’s exactly why it suits you, oppa.” she mumbles, and he remembers exactly why he has missed her so much in the past months.