004. Chocolate
#004. Chocolate Yesung/Shindong
Fic: 4/100 (What a coincidence. lol)
A/N: Beta-ed by trixteratheart. Luv u!
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A content sigh fell from Shindong’s lips after he bit into the delectable piece of chocolate he held in his hand; the sweet, sugary goodness melting and coating his tongue, sending him blissfully to chocolate heaven. These were the times he was truly thankful to his fans. All he had to do was mention his cravings on SSTP, no matter what they were, and by the time he got home a couple hours later, there’d be piles of what he’d mentioned stacked outside his door, overflowing into the hall. That was how he ended up with close to a hundred boxes of the best and most expensive Belgium and Swiss chocolates all piled atop the kitchen table. It had taken him nearly five trips to transfer all the chocolates from the hall into the dorm, but he wasn’t about to complain.
“Life couldn’t get better~!” Shindong started singing as he popped one of the delicacies into his mouth and reached for another. Lucky for him, no one was home so he didn’t need to fight with Donghae or, God forbid, Heechul for the candies. Pursing his lips, the heavyset dancer scanned over the opened box, searching for a chocolate covered with thinly sliced coconut shavings. Life really couldn’t get better. Of course, as both life and common sense dictates, that meant it had to get worse…
As Shindong finished up the box and started opening a new one, humming when the liquor filling flooded into his mouth, Yesung decided to drift in, his steps unheard by the rapper. In fact, he had been so quiet that Shindong mistakenly allowed his eyes to flutter shut in pure chocolate ecstasy; and it wasn’t until the eccentric man was literally breathing down his neck that the comedian realized something was wrong.
“Hyung!” he yelped in surprise after he opening his eyes and finding Yesung’s face inches away from his. “Hyung! What are you doing?!” The larger man attempted to shift away while simultaneously covering up the boxes on the table, but he ultimately failed when the older man moved with him.
“Shin Donghee,” Yesung finally said after a moment of intense staring that had the dancer squirming in his seat.
Unnerved, Shindong suppressed a shudder and timidly said, “Kim Jongwoon…?”
Yesung blinked and furrowed his brows, a small frown appearing before he straightened up and ran a hand through his perfectly coifed hair. Strangely enough, the strands fell directly back into place, as though his tiny palms had come nowhere near the soft mane.
"Shin Donghee,” the singer announced, a determined expression set on his smooth features, “I think I like you. But I’m not quite sure yet, so I thought I’d tell you,” he stated out of the blue.
If the younger man had still been popping chocolates, he would have instantly choked and consequently died since Yesung didn’t know the Heimlich maneuver. Fortunately, he wasn’t, so his jaw simply dropped to the ground in shock. “Excuse me?!” he unintentionally squeaked in disbelief. He glanced around the room panicked, trying to resist the urge to run away. Regrettably, there was no one present to save him.
“Is-is this-is this a confession…?”
Yesung scoffed as if it was the stupidest question he ever heard and crossed his arms impatiently. “Are you stupid?” If Shindong hadn’t been so disturbed, he would have been insulted. Actually, he was a bit insulted, not that it really mattered at the time.
“So this…isn’t…confession…?” he again tried to question, uncertainty lingering in his voice.
“Of course not,” Yesung informed him. “If this was a confession, I would have backed you up against the countertop right there,” he gestured to accent his point, and Shindong glanced to the right before returning his gaze to the eccentric singer, “before I leaned in real close to you, and whispered ‘I like you’ in the sexiest and most seductive voice possible. Then I would have proceeded to take you by surprise with a passionate kiss that you would have no choice but to respond to with enthusiasm, sending fire through both our souls. This would lead to other activities that would involve little to no clothing, lubricant, and depending on how kinky I felt, some chocolate sauce.” Shindong looked a bit nauseous as his gaze fell onto the mountain of boxes in front of him, his generally insatiable appetite suddenly gone. Yesung paid no attention and simply continued. “We’d fuck each other into oblivion in the kitchen- during which I’d top, by the way-exhilarated by the thought of possibly being caught and when we finish, exhausted, we‘d cuddle and whisper sweet nothings to each other.”
Shindong was shaking slightly when the singer finished, his complexion colored an unnatural shade of green. “H-hyung…are you-you’re joking, right?” he stammered.
A small pout formed on Yesung’s lips. “Does it look like I’m joking?” he asked scandalized. “Here I am, trying to be nice and warn you beforehand and this is how you act? Let’s see if I tell you next time!” With a small huff, Yesung stormed out of the kitchen, but unfortunately, he somehow managed to trip over his own feet, ruining the attempted dramatic effect.
Too disturbed and shocked by what had just happened, Shindong couldn’t even snort in exasperation.
“Oh! By the way,” suddenly, the eccentric singer popped his head from around the corner he had just disappeared behind, causing Shindong to jump and knock some of the boxes off of the table, “…put on cherry chapstick tomorrow. I like the taste and I don’t want to deal with cracked lips when I do confess.”
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When Ryeowook arrived home that night, he found Shindong sitting at the kitchen table staring emptily at the refrigerator. A permanently horrified expression was etched onto his face and he was twitching slightly.
Ryeowook only had to take one look at the man and the untouched boxes of chocolate in order to understand. With a shake of his head, he heaved out a sigh before drawing his breath in.
“YESUNG! WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?!?”
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I think this certifies as crack, right? lmao. I don't even know what I was thinking when I wrote this. Actually I do. I was thinking about the Numero photoshoot and how much Donghae looked like TOP but that's besides the point.
Fic: 4/100 (What a coincidence. lol)
A/N: Beta-ed by trixteratheart. Luv u!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A content sigh fell from Shindong’s lips after he bit into the delectable piece of chocolate he held in his hand; the sweet, sugary goodness melting and coating his tongue, sending him blissfully to chocolate heaven. These were the times he was truly thankful to his fans. All he had to do was mention his cravings on SSTP, no matter what they were, and by the time he got home a couple hours later, there’d be piles of what he’d mentioned stacked outside his door, overflowing into the hall. That was how he ended up with close to a hundred boxes of the best and most expensive Belgium and Swiss chocolates all piled atop the kitchen table. It had taken him nearly five trips to transfer all the chocolates from the hall into the dorm, but he wasn’t about to complain.
“Life couldn’t get better~!” Shindong started singing as he popped one of the delicacies into his mouth and reached for another. Lucky for him, no one was home so he didn’t need to fight with Donghae or, God forbid, Heechul for the candies. Pursing his lips, the heavyset dancer scanned over the opened box, searching for a chocolate covered with thinly sliced coconut shavings. Life really couldn’t get better. Of course, as both life and common sense dictates, that meant it had to get worse…
As Shindong finished up the box and started opening a new one, humming when the liquor filling flooded into his mouth, Yesung decided to drift in, his steps unheard by the rapper. In fact, he had been so quiet that Shindong mistakenly allowed his eyes to flutter shut in pure chocolate ecstasy; and it wasn’t until the eccentric man was literally breathing down his neck that the comedian realized something was wrong.
“Hyung!” he yelped in surprise after he opening his eyes and finding Yesung’s face inches away from his. “Hyung! What are you doing?!” The larger man attempted to shift away while simultaneously covering up the boxes on the table, but he ultimately failed when the older man moved with him.
“Shin Donghee,” Yesung finally said after a moment of intense staring that had the dancer squirming in his seat.
Unnerved, Shindong suppressed a shudder and timidly said, “Kim Jongwoon…?”
Yesung blinked and furrowed his brows, a small frown appearing before he straightened up and ran a hand through his perfectly coifed hair. Strangely enough, the strands fell directly back into place, as though his tiny palms had come nowhere near the soft mane.
"Shin Donghee,” the singer announced, a determined expression set on his smooth features, “I think I like you. But I’m not quite sure yet, so I thought I’d tell you,” he stated out of the blue.
If the younger man had still been popping chocolates, he would have instantly choked and consequently died since Yesung didn’t know the Heimlich maneuver. Fortunately, he wasn’t, so his jaw simply dropped to the ground in shock. “Excuse me?!” he unintentionally squeaked in disbelief. He glanced around the room panicked, trying to resist the urge to run away. Regrettably, there was no one present to save him.
“Is-is this-is this a confession…?”
Yesung scoffed as if it was the stupidest question he ever heard and crossed his arms impatiently. “Are you stupid?” If Shindong hadn’t been so disturbed, he would have been insulted. Actually, he was a bit insulted, not that it really mattered at the time.
“So this…isn’t…confession…?” he again tried to question, uncertainty lingering in his voice.
“Of course not,” Yesung informed him. “If this was a confession, I would have backed you up against the countertop right there,” he gestured to accent his point, and Shindong glanced to the right before returning his gaze to the eccentric singer, “before I leaned in real close to you, and whispered ‘I like you’ in the sexiest and most seductive voice possible. Then I would have proceeded to take you by surprise with a passionate kiss that you would have no choice but to respond to with enthusiasm, sending fire through both our souls. This would lead to other activities that would involve little to no clothing, lubricant, and depending on how kinky I felt, some chocolate sauce.” Shindong looked a bit nauseous as his gaze fell onto the mountain of boxes in front of him, his generally insatiable appetite suddenly gone. Yesung paid no attention and simply continued. “We’d fuck each other into oblivion in the kitchen- during which I’d top, by the way-exhilarated by the thought of possibly being caught and when we finish, exhausted, we‘d cuddle and whisper sweet nothings to each other.”
Shindong was shaking slightly when the singer finished, his complexion colored an unnatural shade of green. “H-hyung…are you-you’re joking, right?” he stammered.
A small pout formed on Yesung’s lips. “Does it look like I’m joking?” he asked scandalized. “Here I am, trying to be nice and warn you beforehand and this is how you act? Let’s see if I tell you next time!” With a small huff, Yesung stormed out of the kitchen, but unfortunately, he somehow managed to trip over his own feet, ruining the attempted dramatic effect.
Too disturbed and shocked by what had just happened, Shindong couldn’t even snort in exasperation.
“Oh! By the way,” suddenly, the eccentric singer popped his head from around the corner he had just disappeared behind, causing Shindong to jump and knock some of the boxes off of the table, “…put on cherry chapstick tomorrow. I like the taste and I don’t want to deal with cracked lips when I do confess.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Ryeowook arrived home that night, he found Shindong sitting at the kitchen table staring emptily at the refrigerator. A permanently horrified expression was etched onto his face and he was twitching slightly.
Ryeowook only had to take one look at the man and the untouched boxes of chocolate in order to understand. With a shake of his head, he heaved out a sigh before drawing his breath in.
“YESUNG! WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?!?”
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I think this certifies as crack, right? lmao. I don't even know what I was thinking when I wrote this. Actually I do. I was thinking about the Numero photoshoot and how much Donghae looked like TOP but that's besides the point.