[ONESHOT] Rapper's Delight
Title: Rapper's Delight. (5 awful rap lyrics Alexander and Eli tried writing together and 1 that wasn't that much of a failure)
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Elixander (Eli/Alexander).
Rating: PG-15
Warning: Awful rap lyrics, bad English, bad everything.
Summary: Prompt by ukissprompts.
N/A: This is made for brandnewwind, because she knows that I love her, I need her and my life is incomplete without her. Or whatever. I just wanted to prank her, actually. Full lyrics for the G.U.M. rap here.
#1.
It happened when Alexander, who has the habit of hunting strange things down the internet, found out a song named Ice Cream Truck. It played on an on-line radio he was listening to and he liked the beat, so he downloaded it; paying attention to the lyrics was the best experience ever. Chuckling onto his palm, he called the first person he spotted in the vicinities - Eli - with an urgent hand gesture.
“Shouldn’t U-Kiss sing raps like this?” he commented as he fit one of his earphones in Eli’s ear and clicked play. The xylophone sound began, mixed with an electronic beat. It seemed to fit Eli’s taste too.
“The lyrics…” Eli commented with a snicker when Cazwell reached the ‘let’s do the banana split on the dance floor’ part. “They’re a bit perverted or am I thinking wrong?”
“They’re subtly perverted,” Alexander pointed out with a wiggle of eyebrows. “It’s all about intelligence! To make a lyrics full of metaphors-“
“Sexual innuendos,” added Eli, raising an eyebrow.
“-you have to think a lot!” Alexander ignored his comment, doing a theatrical move with his hand to illustrate what he was trying to say. “We should definitely sing this kind of rap.”
They faced each other for a minute: Alexander expecting a positive response from Eli and Eli expecting a reasonable explanation for that sudden idea.
“Okay, let’s get paper and a pen,” Alexander won. “I guess we can still record it for the next album.”
“It can be our solo!” exclaimed the winner excitedly as he searched for Dongho’s pencil case for a pen and Kibum’s lyrics notebook for paper. “Just don’t let Dongho take part on this, he’s too young to be singing this kind of song.”
“Wait, it’s not a solo if two people sing it,” Eli made a point, making Alexander stop on his tracks, a page of Kibum’s notebook half-ripped off in hands. He shrugged, finishing the process of ripping and going back to the table where his laptop was, setting everything up for the lyrics-creation.
“So, what should be the name?” asked Alexander, pencil prepared.
“Cheesecake,” suggested Eli promptly. He had been wanting a cheesecake for so long…
“Cheesecake is not sexy at all!” Alexander protested. “We have to use something that give us at least some space to work on with the sexual stuff.”
“Okay, okay,” Eli tightened his lips, thinking deeply. “Hm, cotton candy?”
“Doesn’t cotton candy have an innocent image?” threw back Alexander.
“Well, exactly,” Eli said as if everything made perfect sense. Well, it didn’t to Alexander, so he just thought a bit more.
“Chewing gum?” he prompted.
Eli raised his eyebrows slowly, nodding approvingly.
“Chewing gum is good. It has that teenage dream aura,” commented Eli, making wide gestures with his hands. Alexander didn’t actually get it… he just said chewing gum because he had some in his mouth at that exact moment. “Sexiness factor, check.”
Alexander wrote down ‘G.U.M.’ on the top of the page in bold letters.
“This can stand for ‘giving you more’ or something,” Alexander explained, very proud of his little idea. “A mysterious sexy addition to the song.”
“That’s really good!” it seemed like Eli received the idea with enthusiasm. “So… what are we going to talk about on the song?”
“You know what,” Alexander winked playfully, making his seducing face. Since he was not exactly a master of seducing faces, Eli burst out in laughter. “We have to think up some metaphors to use.”
The silence fell in the room for a moment; the two of them were thinking dedicatedly, giving their best to create a good solo… duet.
“Something with ‘pop’,” Alexander mumbled. “Hm, is ‘you pop my bubbles’ too explicit?”
“A little bit,” Eli laughed. “Maybe ‘let me pop your bubble’?”
“Oh! You’re on fire today, Eli,” Alexander called for a high five, which was requited by his younger comrade. “’Pop Pop, let me pop your bubble baby, tutti-frutti flavor will drive you wild crazy’…”
“Sounds like a hit!” Eli raised his arms in a victory sign. “’taste it, feel it, lick it, pop it, but don’t bite your cheek’.”
“Oooh~!” Alexander clapped in appreciation. “’Stretch it and compress it, grind it against your teeth’.”
Alexander wrote all of these down, all smiles, excited with their progress. The two of them had that going until manager hyung called them to the car, since they had schedule and they were kind of late already. In the rush, they ended up abandoning the project, hiding the page in one of the closets.
No one found those lyrics. They eventually forgot about it.
#2.
Dongho got a fever for swimming late at night.
Why would he swim late at night? Well, you see, young men these days had some weird definition for fun. He was invited to a barbecue party that started at noon and ended at midnight, and it involved a swimming pool. Some of the kids got drunk (Dongho didn’t, he knows better. Plus, he hates the scent of beer, it’s not sweet enough) and a chair-carrying-parade round was enough to send Dongho flying to the water at 11 PM.
“No school, no baseball, no practice,” Kevin mutters while checking the thermometer. “Well, at least you’ll rest!”
Arirang Trio is checking out their favorite maknae; it’s their shift anyway. Yes, they had shifts to visit him, Soohyun’s idea. Dongho glares at Kevin, but says nothing, only coughs weakly and sighs. Alexander tries to lift the boy’s spirits and grabs his baseball cap from the desk, putting it on the top of Dongho’s head.
“Yo, yo, this is the fever rap,” he begins. “My friends dropped me in a swimming pool, and in the day after I could say that it wasn’t cool~”
“My head was hurting and my throat was dry,” Eli followed up, making the beat by clapping against his chest. “I’m feeling weak and I don’t know why!”
Kevin laughed hysterically as they carried on, rhyming ‘hot’ with ‘snot’ and ‘fed’ with ‘dead’ under Dongho’s death glare.
By the end of the week, everybody in U-Kiss knows the Fever Rap. Even manager hyung. Dongho wants to kill all of them.
#3.
It’s late in the night - or is it early in the morning? Something that can’t be defined well. - and U-Kiss is striving at a CF shooting. They’re all having fun, but also very tired and, worst of all, very, very much hungry. Manager hyung realizes it, and, being the kind soul he is, he decides to go buy some food for his boys.
“Alexander, are you hungry?” he asks the Forever Hungry boy first, of course. If Alexander wasn’t hungry, no one was.
“Staaaaaarving~” he says, as expected, playing dead on the couch. Eli is nearby, and he immediately wakes up from the nth nap of the night.
“Are you going to buy some food, hyung?” Eli asks manager hyung with gleaming eyes, smiling like a kid. The older man nods, a little sympathetic. “YES! Hyung you’re the best!!”
“Manager hyung is such a nice dude~” Alexander chants in his half-dead voice. “He notices when we’re dying and offers us food~”
“I’m so hungry that I have a stomach ache,” Eli follows up making the beat against his chest. “Manager is so nice! He’s gonna buy us a cake~”
“Uh? Cake?” Dongho sprouts from the sheer nothing. “Manager hyung! Please buy a cake for me too!”
“For me too, please!” Soohyun follows up, also half dead on a nearby chair.
All of the band members suddenly were craving for cake, and no one even tried to explain that it was just a rhyme. Manager hyung had been partly amused. He just bought one cake, though.
#4.
Kiseop lost the keys for his own house. It’s an accident, of course, a very funny accident that happened in a way that no one can quite explain, but surely involved a blender and a discharging pipe. Everybody loses their breath when he tells them the story, and of course it wouldn’t escape from the new virus in U-Kiss…
“Our heodang boy just lost his keys, and he says that the fault wasn’t his!” Eli marks the beat, despite being laughing himself breathless.
“It was just a bad hair day for our baby, all fault of the blender who went crazy!” Alexander completes, ruffling Kiseop’s hair in a painful way.
Kiseop never finds out the keys again. He searches for it, though, while muttering the Heodang rap his bandmates had so kindly composed for him.
#5.
“We have to be careful around Eli and Alexander these days,” Kevin comments to Soohyun one day while both of them are surfing around the web. Kevin is actually amused about the whole thing. “They are becoming impossible, with this new ‘instant rap’ thing.”
“Yeah, they’re very funny when it’s not about you,” Soohyun agrees, also slightly amused. “The raps. Where did this come from, though?”
Kevin shook his head.
“I don’t know. Maybe they just woke up one day and decided that they could well connect their minds with telepathy,” Kevin shrugged. “Maybe it’s a rapper thing?”
“Yo Kevin, why are you talking about us behind our backs? This is not something you do with your friends, you brat!” Eli’s voice explodes right beside Kevin’s ear, along with a revolutionary new beat that Eli composed in his free time.
“Soohyunnie, I know that you love our instant rap addiction, so just watch us and listen to us fresh improvisation!” Alexander follows, wearing, for some reason, giant blue specs.
“Oh boy, that was quick!” Eli compliments Alexander. They two high-fived each other and strutted out the room, still concentrated in doing a self-complimenting rap.
Kevin and Soohyun are still frozen on the spot.
+1.
“OH! ELI!” One day, Alexander is searching for one of his pointing sticks and finds a sheet of paper inside of a closet, a very familiar sheet of paper. “Look at what I found!”
Eli had been violently awaken from his nap by the first calling, so he’s still a bit dizzy when Alexander shoves the paper on his face. However, when his eyes focus again and he regains the ability to read, he immediately recognizes the words scribbled on that very particular piece of ruled paper.
“It’s our song!” he exclaimed, sitting up and re-reading those lyrics. “I totally forgot about it! Now we already recorded the album.”
“Too bad. I also had forgotten about it,” Alexander mourned, pouting. “But maybe we can release it digitally? Like… a solo digital single!”
“It’s not a solo if two people sing it!” Eli corrected again, and they laughed at the déjà vu. “Ah, that would be so cool. It’s the sort of thing that I always wanted to do…”
Alexander smiles softly.
“I guess we can talk to Mr. Kim, so he’ll allow us to do it just for fun?” Alexander suggested, nudging his shoulder friendly. “We can shoot an MV and all.”
“That would be über cool,” Eli said, smiling to the lyrics while swaying his feet. “I know a good trick with chewing gum that we could use in the possible MV.”
“Seriously? What is it?”
“To pop a bubble while popping a bubble!” the sentence made Alexander explode in laughter, for some reason. “Let me demonstrate it, come on! Do you have some gum?”
“I do~ mint or tutti-frutti?” Alexander offered, searching for the candy in his bag.
“Hm… tutti-frutti flavor will drive you wild crazy,” recited Eli, wiggling his eyebrows. Alexander chuckled coquettishly at the reference.
“It happens to be my favorite flavor,” he added, in a playfully flirtatious tone. Then, he tossed the pieces of gum at Eli, who almost wasn’t able to catch them, having spaced out for a second. “Here you go, sir. Now please show me this awesome trick of yours.”
“Chew one of these,” he handed the tutti-frutti one to Alexander, and the older boy giggled softly. “Blow a bubble and just wait.”
Alexander obeyed, tasting the tutti-frutti and watching Eli chew the mint one with certain curiosity. He blew the bubble, big and pink, and waited; soon, Eli had blown one too… and he attacked Alexander’s bubble with his own green one, making it wilt.
“AH! Oh my God!” he exclaimed, trying to collect the rests of his tasty gum. “To pop a bubble with another bubble! That was awesome, Eli.”
“It didn’t quite work out, actually,” Eli told him. “My bubble was supposed to pop too. Let me try again, but blow it thicker this time.”
“Okay,” and he began blowing the pink candy again, this time stopping before it got big. Eli seemed to have some problems with blowing a bubble, with was slightly cute to Alexander’s eyes.
Eli made the bubbles collide… and nothing happened.
Alexander began to laugh. Eli just glared at him, actually laughing too, and tried again. Nothing again. Apparently the bubbles were too thick… so he did what any sane human being would do. He used more strength.
Result: their mouths met with a soft pop, and the gum glued their lips together.
The laughter, the glaring, the time. Everything stopped.
They widened their eyes almost at the same time, almost at the same pace too - maybe they were thinking the same? This was a bad idea. I won’t be able to look at him again. I won’t live down to this. His lips… they feel so good…
Someone had to move, so Eli kindly did it; closing his eyes in order to feel at least a little bit less embarrassed, he moved his lips in a futile attempt to unglue the gum from Alexander’s lips. Which was a sort of a bad move, because it actually looked like, felt like he was tasting Alexander’s lips, making the older boy’s face blush in a marvelous shade of crimson. Eli was about to stop when he felt that it wasn’t working, but Alexander began to collaborate too and their lips were moving together, slowly forgetting completely about the gum.
Kibum, at that very moment, entered the room quietly to grab his lyrics notebook, but sighted what exactly was happening on the couch and quickly performed a half-turn, going away skipping, pretending not to have seen what he had just seen.
He writes lyrics about it later, though. Someday he’ll mock them just like they mocked everybody. Someday…
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Elixander (Eli/Alexander).
Rating: PG-15
Warning: Awful rap lyrics, bad English, bad everything.
Summary: Prompt by ukissprompts.
N/A: This is made for brandnewwind, because she knows that I love her, I need her and my life is incomplete without her. Or whatever. I just wanted to prank her, actually. Full lyrics for the G.U.M. rap here.
#1.
It happened when Alexander, who has the habit of hunting strange things down the internet, found out a song named Ice Cream Truck. It played on an on-line radio he was listening to and he liked the beat, so he downloaded it; paying attention to the lyrics was the best experience ever. Chuckling onto his palm, he called the first person he spotted in the vicinities - Eli - with an urgent hand gesture.
“Shouldn’t U-Kiss sing raps like this?” he commented as he fit one of his earphones in Eli’s ear and clicked play. The xylophone sound began, mixed with an electronic beat. It seemed to fit Eli’s taste too.
“The lyrics…” Eli commented with a snicker when Cazwell reached the ‘let’s do the banana split on the dance floor’ part. “They’re a bit perverted or am I thinking wrong?”
“They’re subtly perverted,” Alexander pointed out with a wiggle of eyebrows. “It’s all about intelligence! To make a lyrics full of metaphors-“
“Sexual innuendos,” added Eli, raising an eyebrow.
“-you have to think a lot!” Alexander ignored his comment, doing a theatrical move with his hand to illustrate what he was trying to say. “We should definitely sing this kind of rap.”
They faced each other for a minute: Alexander expecting a positive response from Eli and Eli expecting a reasonable explanation for that sudden idea.
“Okay, let’s get paper and a pen,” Alexander won. “I guess we can still record it for the next album.”
“It can be our solo!” exclaimed the winner excitedly as he searched for Dongho’s pencil case for a pen and Kibum’s lyrics notebook for paper. “Just don’t let Dongho take part on this, he’s too young to be singing this kind of song.”
“Wait, it’s not a solo if two people sing it,” Eli made a point, making Alexander stop on his tracks, a page of Kibum’s notebook half-ripped off in hands. He shrugged, finishing the process of ripping and going back to the table where his laptop was, setting everything up for the lyrics-creation.
“So, what should be the name?” asked Alexander, pencil prepared.
“Cheesecake,” suggested Eli promptly. He had been wanting a cheesecake for so long…
“Cheesecake is not sexy at all!” Alexander protested. “We have to use something that give us at least some space to work on with the sexual stuff.”
“Okay, okay,” Eli tightened his lips, thinking deeply. “Hm, cotton candy?”
“Doesn’t cotton candy have an innocent image?” threw back Alexander.
“Well, exactly,” Eli said as if everything made perfect sense. Well, it didn’t to Alexander, so he just thought a bit more.
“Chewing gum?” he prompted.
Eli raised his eyebrows slowly, nodding approvingly.
“Chewing gum is good. It has that teenage dream aura,” commented Eli, making wide gestures with his hands. Alexander didn’t actually get it… he just said chewing gum because he had some in his mouth at that exact moment. “Sexiness factor, check.”
Alexander wrote down ‘G.U.M.’ on the top of the page in bold letters.
“This can stand for ‘giving you more’ or something,” Alexander explained, very proud of his little idea. “A mysterious sexy addition to the song.”
“That’s really good!” it seemed like Eli received the idea with enthusiasm. “So… what are we going to talk about on the song?”
“You know what,” Alexander winked playfully, making his seducing face. Since he was not exactly a master of seducing faces, Eli burst out in laughter. “We have to think up some metaphors to use.”
The silence fell in the room for a moment; the two of them were thinking dedicatedly, giving their best to create a good solo… duet.
“Something with ‘pop’,” Alexander mumbled. “Hm, is ‘you pop my bubbles’ too explicit?”
“A little bit,” Eli laughed. “Maybe ‘let me pop your bubble’?”
“Oh! You’re on fire today, Eli,” Alexander called for a high five, which was requited by his younger comrade. “’Pop Pop, let me pop your bubble baby, tutti-frutti flavor will drive you wild crazy’…”
“Sounds like a hit!” Eli raised his arms in a victory sign. “’taste it, feel it, lick it, pop it, but don’t bite your cheek’.”
“Oooh~!” Alexander clapped in appreciation. “’Stretch it and compress it, grind it against your teeth’.”
Alexander wrote all of these down, all smiles, excited with their progress. The two of them had that going until manager hyung called them to the car, since they had schedule and they were kind of late already. In the rush, they ended up abandoning the project, hiding the page in one of the closets.
No one found those lyrics. They eventually forgot about it.
#2.
Dongho got a fever for swimming late at night.
Why would he swim late at night? Well, you see, young men these days had some weird definition for fun. He was invited to a barbecue party that started at noon and ended at midnight, and it involved a swimming pool. Some of the kids got drunk (Dongho didn’t, he knows better. Plus, he hates the scent of beer, it’s not sweet enough) and a chair-carrying-parade round was enough to send Dongho flying to the water at 11 PM.
“No school, no baseball, no practice,” Kevin mutters while checking the thermometer. “Well, at least you’ll rest!”
Arirang Trio is checking out their favorite maknae; it’s their shift anyway. Yes, they had shifts to visit him, Soohyun’s idea. Dongho glares at Kevin, but says nothing, only coughs weakly and sighs. Alexander tries to lift the boy’s spirits and grabs his baseball cap from the desk, putting it on the top of Dongho’s head.
“Yo, yo, this is the fever rap,” he begins. “My friends dropped me in a swimming pool, and in the day after I could say that it wasn’t cool~”
“My head was hurting and my throat was dry,” Eli followed up, making the beat by clapping against his chest. “I’m feeling weak and I don’t know why!”
Kevin laughed hysterically as they carried on, rhyming ‘hot’ with ‘snot’ and ‘fed’ with ‘dead’ under Dongho’s death glare.
By the end of the week, everybody in U-Kiss knows the Fever Rap. Even manager hyung. Dongho wants to kill all of them.
#3.
It’s late in the night - or is it early in the morning? Something that can’t be defined well. - and U-Kiss is striving at a CF shooting. They’re all having fun, but also very tired and, worst of all, very, very much hungry. Manager hyung realizes it, and, being the kind soul he is, he decides to go buy some food for his boys.
“Alexander, are you hungry?” he asks the Forever Hungry boy first, of course. If Alexander wasn’t hungry, no one was.
“Staaaaaarving~” he says, as expected, playing dead on the couch. Eli is nearby, and he immediately wakes up from the nth nap of the night.
“Are you going to buy some food, hyung?” Eli asks manager hyung with gleaming eyes, smiling like a kid. The older man nods, a little sympathetic. “YES! Hyung you’re the best!!”
“Manager hyung is such a nice dude~” Alexander chants in his half-dead voice. “He notices when we’re dying and offers us food~”
“I’m so hungry that I have a stomach ache,” Eli follows up making the beat against his chest. “Manager is so nice! He’s gonna buy us a cake~”
“Uh? Cake?” Dongho sprouts from the sheer nothing. “Manager hyung! Please buy a cake for me too!”
“For me too, please!” Soohyun follows up, also half dead on a nearby chair.
All of the band members suddenly were craving for cake, and no one even tried to explain that it was just a rhyme. Manager hyung had been partly amused. He just bought one cake, though.
#4.
Kiseop lost the keys for his own house. It’s an accident, of course, a very funny accident that happened in a way that no one can quite explain, but surely involved a blender and a discharging pipe. Everybody loses their breath when he tells them the story, and of course it wouldn’t escape from the new virus in U-Kiss…
“Our heodang boy just lost his keys, and he says that the fault wasn’t his!” Eli marks the beat, despite being laughing himself breathless.
“It was just a bad hair day for our baby, all fault of the blender who went crazy!” Alexander completes, ruffling Kiseop’s hair in a painful way.
Kiseop never finds out the keys again. He searches for it, though, while muttering the Heodang rap his bandmates had so kindly composed for him.
#5.
“We have to be careful around Eli and Alexander these days,” Kevin comments to Soohyun one day while both of them are surfing around the web. Kevin is actually amused about the whole thing. “They are becoming impossible, with this new ‘instant rap’ thing.”
“Yeah, they’re very funny when it’s not about you,” Soohyun agrees, also slightly amused. “The raps. Where did this come from, though?”
Kevin shook his head.
“I don’t know. Maybe they just woke up one day and decided that they could well connect their minds with telepathy,” Kevin shrugged. “Maybe it’s a rapper thing?”
“Yo Kevin, why are you talking about us behind our backs? This is not something you do with your friends, you brat!” Eli’s voice explodes right beside Kevin’s ear, along with a revolutionary new beat that Eli composed in his free time.
“Soohyunnie, I know that you love our instant rap addiction, so just watch us and listen to us fresh improvisation!” Alexander follows, wearing, for some reason, giant blue specs.
“Oh boy, that was quick!” Eli compliments Alexander. They two high-fived each other and strutted out the room, still concentrated in doing a self-complimenting rap.
Kevin and Soohyun are still frozen on the spot.
+1.
“OH! ELI!” One day, Alexander is searching for one of his pointing sticks and finds a sheet of paper inside of a closet, a very familiar sheet of paper. “Look at what I found!”
Eli had been violently awaken from his nap by the first calling, so he’s still a bit dizzy when Alexander shoves the paper on his face. However, when his eyes focus again and he regains the ability to read, he immediately recognizes the words scribbled on that very particular piece of ruled paper.
“It’s our song!” he exclaimed, sitting up and re-reading those lyrics. “I totally forgot about it! Now we already recorded the album.”
“Too bad. I also had forgotten about it,” Alexander mourned, pouting. “But maybe we can release it digitally? Like… a solo digital single!”
“It’s not a solo if two people sing it!” Eli corrected again, and they laughed at the déjà vu. “Ah, that would be so cool. It’s the sort of thing that I always wanted to do…”
Alexander smiles softly.
“I guess we can talk to Mr. Kim, so he’ll allow us to do it just for fun?” Alexander suggested, nudging his shoulder friendly. “We can shoot an MV and all.”
“That would be über cool,” Eli said, smiling to the lyrics while swaying his feet. “I know a good trick with chewing gum that we could use in the possible MV.”
“Seriously? What is it?”
“To pop a bubble while popping a bubble!” the sentence made Alexander explode in laughter, for some reason. “Let me demonstrate it, come on! Do you have some gum?”
“I do~ mint or tutti-frutti?” Alexander offered, searching for the candy in his bag.
“Hm… tutti-frutti flavor will drive you wild crazy,” recited Eli, wiggling his eyebrows. Alexander chuckled coquettishly at the reference.
“It happens to be my favorite flavor,” he added, in a playfully flirtatious tone. Then, he tossed the pieces of gum at Eli, who almost wasn’t able to catch them, having spaced out for a second. “Here you go, sir. Now please show me this awesome trick of yours.”
“Chew one of these,” he handed the tutti-frutti one to Alexander, and the older boy giggled softly. “Blow a bubble and just wait.”
Alexander obeyed, tasting the tutti-frutti and watching Eli chew the mint one with certain curiosity. He blew the bubble, big and pink, and waited; soon, Eli had blown one too… and he attacked Alexander’s bubble with his own green one, making it wilt.
“AH! Oh my God!” he exclaimed, trying to collect the rests of his tasty gum. “To pop a bubble with another bubble! That was awesome, Eli.”
“It didn’t quite work out, actually,” Eli told him. “My bubble was supposed to pop too. Let me try again, but blow it thicker this time.”
“Okay,” and he began blowing the pink candy again, this time stopping before it got big. Eli seemed to have some problems with blowing a bubble, with was slightly cute to Alexander’s eyes.
Eli made the bubbles collide… and nothing happened.
Alexander began to laugh. Eli just glared at him, actually laughing too, and tried again. Nothing again. Apparently the bubbles were too thick… so he did what any sane human being would do. He used more strength.
Result: their mouths met with a soft pop, and the gum glued their lips together.
The laughter, the glaring, the time. Everything stopped.
They widened their eyes almost at the same time, almost at the same pace too - maybe they were thinking the same? This was a bad idea. I won’t be able to look at him again. I won’t live down to this. His lips… they feel so good…
Someone had to move, so Eli kindly did it; closing his eyes in order to feel at least a little bit less embarrassed, he moved his lips in a futile attempt to unglue the gum from Alexander’s lips. Which was a sort of a bad move, because it actually looked like, felt like he was tasting Alexander’s lips, making the older boy’s face blush in a marvelous shade of crimson. Eli was about to stop when he felt that it wasn’t working, but Alexander began to collaborate too and their lips were moving together, slowly forgetting completely about the gum.
Kibum, at that very moment, entered the room quietly to grab his lyrics notebook, but sighted what exactly was happening on the couch and quickly performed a half-turn, going away skipping, pretending not to have seen what he had just seen.
He writes lyrics about it later, though. Someday he’ll mock them just like they mocked everybody. Someday…