where we belong
rating: pg
pairings: implied OT5, 87-liner focus
wc: 360
wanted to try something a little more minimalistic ala challenge drabble style, and mblaq gives me a lot of feelings (except i'm still not used to writing their real names).
"Kids all asleep?"
Seungho collapses next to Byunghee with an exhausted groan, sliding halfway down the couch like a rag doll.
"I love Mir, but he's gonna ride my dick off one of these days," he says. Byunghee can feel the heat radiating off of his bare shoulders.
He smirks. "He'll grow out of it."
Seungho lolls his head to the side just enough to raise an eyebrow at him. "It's been three years."
Byunghee shrugs and turns back to the TV that he wasn't really watching -- some bright-eyed rookie group making their debut stage on Countdown, all washboard abs and nervous, pitchy vocals against a slightly too loud background track. The song is overproduced and kind of awful, but they look so excited.
He glances instinctively towards the bedroom he and Sanghyun share; their dorm is full for the first time in almost a month. Joon is technically still living at home, but his insomnia finally broke and he'd barely made it past the front door before deciding the shoes in the entryway were an acceptable resting place. He's sleeping in Byunghee's bed now, because that's as far as anyone could be bothered to carry him, and Sanghyun makes a good teddy bear substitute.
He feels Seungho shift, hears the creak of his bones and soft leather. Byunghee's fingers find themselves threaded easily through the blonde hair in his lap, nails scratching lightly against Seungho's scalp in the way that makes the leader sigh deep in his throat; it reminds Byunghee of a tiger purring.
Cut to commercial. A CF for frozen yogurt lights up the screen, and Byunghee suddenly remembers that it's Christmas in two weeks. Long, graceful fingers -- pianist's fingers, mechanic's fingers -- play along his Adam's apple.
When Seungho kisses him, it's soft to the point of being chaste -- not idyllic or wanting, but it's enough, maybe because they're both a little older and a little more worn. He tastes like a lifetime of weighted expectations, smells like conditioner and sweat and a bit like Cheolyong. Byunghee traces the ever-present dark circles under Seungho's eyes. He can't remember what he looks like without them anymore.
"Hey."
"Hm?"
"Marry me."
Byunghee laughs, quiet and little delirious. "Okay."
pairings: implied OT5, 87-liner focus
wc: 360
wanted to try something a little more minimalistic ala challenge drabble style, and mblaq gives me a lot of feelings (except i'm still not used to writing their real names).
"Kids all asleep?"
Seungho collapses next to Byunghee with an exhausted groan, sliding halfway down the couch like a rag doll.
"I love Mir, but he's gonna ride my dick off one of these days," he says. Byunghee can feel the heat radiating off of his bare shoulders.
He smirks. "He'll grow out of it."
Seungho lolls his head to the side just enough to raise an eyebrow at him. "It's been three years."
Byunghee shrugs and turns back to the TV that he wasn't really watching -- some bright-eyed rookie group making their debut stage on Countdown, all washboard abs and nervous, pitchy vocals against a slightly too loud background track. The song is overproduced and kind of awful, but they look so excited.
He glances instinctively towards the bedroom he and Sanghyun share; their dorm is full for the first time in almost a month. Joon is technically still living at home, but his insomnia finally broke and he'd barely made it past the front door before deciding the shoes in the entryway were an acceptable resting place. He's sleeping in Byunghee's bed now, because that's as far as anyone could be bothered to carry him, and Sanghyun makes a good teddy bear substitute.
He feels Seungho shift, hears the creak of his bones and soft leather. Byunghee's fingers find themselves threaded easily through the blonde hair in his lap, nails scratching lightly against Seungho's scalp in the way that makes the leader sigh deep in his throat; it reminds Byunghee of a tiger purring.
Cut to commercial. A CF for frozen yogurt lights up the screen, and Byunghee suddenly remembers that it's Christmas in two weeks. Long, graceful fingers -- pianist's fingers, mechanic's fingers -- play along his Adam's apple.
When Seungho kisses him, it's soft to the point of being chaste -- not idyllic or wanting, but it's enough, maybe because they're both a little older and a little more worn. He tastes like a lifetime of weighted expectations, smells like conditioner and sweat and a bit like Cheolyong. Byunghee traces the ever-present dark circles under Seungho's eyes. He can't remember what he looks like without them anymore.
"Hey."
"Hm?"
"Marry me."
Byunghee laughs, quiet and little delirious. "Okay."