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sapphoatsunsetTitle: 家
Author: beililee
Rating: G
Pairing: Han Geng (韩庚) X Sungmin
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: #11 - Rooftops (39 of 100)
Word Count: 304
A/N: 100 Fic Archive
The phrase of Chinese is not something I have heard Hangeng say, and I’m not sure if it is EXACTLY how a native would express the same thing (but all I’ve got to use are 2 years of University Chinese thus far ^^)
Author: beililee
Rating: G
Pairing: Han Geng (韩庚) X Sungmin
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: #11 - Rooftops (39 of 100)
Word Count: 304
A/N: 100 Fic Archive
The phrase of Chinese is not something I have heard Hangeng say, and I’m not sure if it is EXACTLY how a native would express the same thing (but all I’ve got to use are 2 years of University Chinese thus far ^^)
Sungmin first learnt of Han Geng’s homesickness through his blog, though he wasn’t surprised. For all that the western world like to lump all Asian countries together, he knew that China and South Korea were very different, culture, language, everything. Different. Or as Han Geng often mumbled, “哎呀！在这里任何都很奇怪，跟我校的时候的情况那么不一样.” At least, he thought that meant that everything was so weird here, so different, the underlying message that the elder was unsettled, still, making Sungmin’s heart weep for him, and wish to bring him a taste of home, however he could. He really needed to get Shiwon to translate for specifics, but the expression of dejection that his hyung sometimes got spoke clearly enough, backing up his interpretation of the favored frustrated phrase.
That help first came in a trip to the roof, smiling excitedly as he pulled the elder behind him, the doting expression making it clear that the Hangeng would humor his silly dongsaeng.
“Look hyung – how do you say hyung in Chinese? – the stars are the same here as they are in China. It’s like you’re closer to home; I come here when I’m homesick too.”
The elder smiled, blinked away touched moisture, and murmured “Gege. Ge. In Chinese, you say ge.”
“Thank you for coming to the rooftop, Ge. Xiexie.” Sungmin smiled winsomely, and swept the pad of his thumb under one eye, snatching the tear away before it had the opportunity to mar such beautiful cheeks.
“No,” Han Geng said, choked up. “Xiexie ni. Ganxie ni. Really, truly thank you.” He hugged the younger, an excuse to hide the tears of joy and burgeoning love in the crook of his sweet dongsaeng’s shoulder.
That help first came in a trip to the roof, smiling excitedly as he pulled the elder behind him, the doting expression making it clear that the Hangeng would humor his silly dongsaeng.
“Look hyung – how do you say hyung in Chinese? – the stars are the same here as they are in China. It’s like you’re closer to home; I come here when I’m homesick too.”
The elder smiled, blinked away touched moisture, and murmured “Gege. Ge. In Chinese, you say ge.”
“Thank you for coming to the rooftop, Ge. Xiexie.” Sungmin smiled winsomely, and swept the pad of his thumb under one eye, snatching the tear away before it had the opportunity to mar such beautiful cheeks.
“No,” Han Geng said, choked up. “Xiexie ni. Ganxie ni. Really, truly thank you.” He hugged the younger, an excuse to hide the tears of joy and burgeoning love in the crook of his sweet dongsaeng’s shoulder.
