‘you never fail me.’ hanboa
8BITFICTION SENTENCE MEME
// @transfcrmer, @rculette
her words ring clear and han can’t help that they make him immediately pause in his internal grief, hands that had been roughly running through his red hair due to the stress of their predicament finally pausing. brown eyes lift their gaze to fall on the girl opposite of him who had just spoken – the reason he’s feeling his guilt bubble up within his chest now – and their gazes connect. and then THAT feeling comes back again. the one that had been twisting and turning and filling the space between them with tension for months now. the feeling that kept making han’s heart start to beat just a little faster. he can hear it in his ears now, a rush of heat finding his cheeks because boa didn’t just say stuff like that without actually genuinely wanting to.
granted, the reason was probably a little childish and not as serious as hanuel was making it out to be – but he had promised.
“it’s not even the right movie.” he mumbled out, frowning at the dvd case that he had flopped down onto the table in front of them upon realizing that it wasn’t the movie that boa had been going on and on for weeks about wanting to watch. he had wanted to surprise her with it; and with a night for just the two of them to hang out and catch up on quality time that had become lost within the stress of constantly moving. as well as their own personal lives.
but her words are still buzzing in his ears even as she moves to put the movie in the dvd player despite it not being what she wanted. the heat is still growing in his cheeks, his heart still thudding in his chest, eyes following as she takes her place beside him once more and cuddles up to him. his arm instinctively moves to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her in closer and adjusting his body just enough to get comfortable. “i’m sorry,” han can’t help but apologize even though boa isn’t upset, and he drops his head to look down at her when she peeks up at him from where she’s comfortably pressed against his side. her look alone says it all (’shut up, hanuel’) but that feeling stirs again, and han’s holding his breath, acknowledging that their gazes are lingering on each other, words unspoken lingering, and it’s the second that he watches as her gaze flickers to glance at his lips that he finally does it.
it. the thing that he had been thinking about doing ever since this feeling had started up for him. it being the press of his lips against her own, a hand moving to grasp her chin and tilt her head up just enough for their mouths to slide together. time stops in that moment and han doesn’t know how long they sit there kissing but the moment he pulls away, its like everything suddenly starts up again and he can hear the title screen music of the movie is replaying once more as it waits for them to prompt it to play. hanuel pulls back completely now, hand releasing the hold it has on her chin and he’s making an odd choking sound, shifting from where he’s sitting once more and jostling the two of them as if to break the tension, clearing his throat and then snatching up the remote to finally press play.
he was going to avoid talking about what just happened until after this fucking movie was over with.
“uh– um. a-anyway. let’s watch bolt.”
