[ fic ] b1a4 prompts/shorts
restaurant!au | baro/cnu | PG-13 | 600 w
Sunwoo meets Dongwoo after he writes a half-hearted fluff review of Dongwoo’s restaurant.
“Jinyoung’s restaurant,” Dongwoo corrects on their first date. “I just help make sure things run smoothly.”
He ducks his head and smiles, a little crooked curve of distractingly pretty lips. Sunwoo feels like he won a prize without signing up for the contest. The review hadn’t been particularly good or thoughtful but Sunwoo is just briefly incredibly glad he wrote it, utterly useless in his portfolio as it is.
Dongwoo is sweet, the kind of sweet that’d usually put Sunwoo off. But there’s something about him, self-conscious and soft-spoken, a smile so honest that Sunwoo can’t help but to smile back.
And he’s a really hot guy that makes a killer kimchi spaghetti.
Sunwoo can be both incredibly picky about his dates and not picky at all but letting Dongwoo take him out had been a no brainer. He falls fast, for Dongwoo and the occasional lunch box that Dongwoo sends him. How was he supposed to know that Dongwoo, gentle Dongwoo with his slanted smile and squinty eyes, is fucking terrifying?
The first time Sunwoo sees Dongwoo in the kitchen he is paralyzed until Dongwoo moves him, a hand on each shoulder, shifting him to the side and out of the way. Sunwoo suspects that Dongwoo would have bodily lifted him if he had to.
It’s a small restaurant and the kitchen reflects that, with just Dongwoo, Jinyoung, and a kid that’s probably barely into his twenties working, but Dongwoo works it like a little tiny battleship.
He doesn’t yell exactly, in fact he’s mostly quiet, letting his hands do most of the talking. There are lots of sharp, fast gestures that the gopher kid chef seems to understand either by habit or survival instincts. Occasionally he barks out an order or five, talking way faster than Sunwoo thought he was capable of. And he takes all of two intense minutes to berate Jinyoung for not following the recipe.
“Dongwoo, it’s my recipe.”
“Yes, and you need to follow it to be consistent. Don’t fuck with me when we’re working.” Dongwoo makes a few gestures at the kid chef while still glaring at Jinyoung and then shoves the ruined dish at Sunwoo.
“Eat it,” he commands before going off to destroy the world.
Sunwoo eats in a corner, staying well out of the way. (It tastes fine.)
“Is he always like this?” Sunwoo asks Jinyoung after the biggest rush is over and Dongwoo kicks them both out.
“I mean when he’s in the kitchen, I know he’s not always like this.”
Jinyoung laughs as if Dongwoo hadn’t yelled at him not ten minutes ago. “You think that’s bad?”
Sunwoo can’t imagine worse, until today he’s never seen Dongwoo yell and they’ve been dating almost six months. He must look horrified because Jinyoung laughs again, pinching Sunwoo’s face in his somewhat inappropriately affectionate way.
“Dongwoo really isn’t that bad but if you’re comparing it to when he’s not working…”
“He’s like a different person.”
It’s kind of hot, in a weird way.
Sunwoo doesn’t even let Dongwoo change before he has him by the dick. He smells like sweat and oil and meat and garlic. It should be gross but somehow Sunwoo comes from jerking Dongwoo off and smelling his neck.
“You use too much garlic,” Sunwoo groans.
Dongwoo squeezes his neck and bites his ear, just hard enough to hurt a little.
“Shut up.”
Sunwoo has no real complaints, at least not until they move in together.
prompt: chandeul. going skiing, winter | G | 530 w
When Junghwan had suggested they go skiing he had not pictured himself with his face in the snow, legs stuck in an extremely awkward, and uncomfortable, position with Chansik cautiously perched next to him dusting the snow out of his hair.
But it was probably exactly what Chansik pictured.
“Are you okay?”
Junghwan needs a moment to get his face out of the snow. “Yeah. Help me with my skis.”
He lost count of how many times he fell after roughly an hour and they’ve been on the bunny slopes for two. Junghwan kicks his legs experimentally once Chansik helps him pop the skis off. Still working.
He props himself up by his arms first and then turns, he must look like a lump of dough being worked through flour, and he’s briefly thankful that they hadn’t asked anyone else to join them. He doesn’t need anyone other than Chansik seeing him like this and he doesn’t need Sunwoo stuffing snow down his shirt.
He heaves and groans when Chansik pulls him up, just a little bit in awe at how Chansik still manages to stay upright when Junghwan is pulling on him with the entire weight of his body plus some. He’s been doing that since they started though, so the awe has somewhat worn off.
“I think I’m ready for the real hills, at least the skiing part will last longer. So what if I can’t stop?”
Chansik laughs and drapes his arms around Junghwan’s shoulders. He clings, practically dangling off of Junghwan. It almost makes Junghwan fall again, he’s not sure if he’s tired or if it’s the extra five pounds on Chansik in the form of winter gear.
“Hyung,” Chansik whines deliberately. “I’m tired. Can we just go back to the hotel and try again tomorrow?”
He drops his head onto Junghwan’s shoulder and there is a shirt, sweater, scarf, and jacket between Chansik’s lips and his skin but Junghwan still feels it. He feels the ghost of the familiar sensation.
“You’re just saying that because you don’t want me to fall more today.”
“You are absolutely right.”
It took them twenty minutes to rent the equipment, ten minutes to get all suited up properly, and after that each up and down of the bunny slope took no more than two minutes plus another two to return to his upright position. Junghwan has probably fallen on his face more times today than he usually does in a week. Chansik probably has a point.
He feels, distantly, Chansik touch his cold nose to his cold cheek and little puffs of warm breath against cold numbed skin.
“We could sit by the fireplace with some hot chocolate. You can have my marshmallows.”
Chansik has a very good point.
“Just one more time!” Junghwan jerks away carefully before he can be seduced by the promise of warmth and sweets and Chansik. He tries not to think of warming up his cold hands on Chansik’s warm belly. But it’s a lot harder to face Chansik’s deliberately sad puppy gaze.
“I promise, just one more time. I’ll get it right and we can go in!”
“Fine, but I’m keeping my marshmallows.”
prompt: chandeul. blind date | G | 325 w
Junghwan is wearing a suit that doesn’t quite fit him right, topped with a fat double knotted tie. He fidgets as he presents himself to Chansik, picking at too long sleeves and wide lapels.
“…where is the date again?”
“The aquarium.”
Junghwan chews on the inside of his cheeks like he’s chewing gum. It’s so blindingly obvious that he has no idea how to present himself. So obvious that Chansik is quite sure his date will smell Junghwan’s nerves and desperation even if she closes her eyes. She’ll smell it more than the overpowering cologne.
It’s too bad that Chansik just doesn’t have the heart to tell Junghwan that he looks silly and smells like a douche.
“Maybe you should do a single knot instead.”
“Oh! That’s a good idea, probably.”
Junghwan fiddles with his tie, manages to unknot it and then stares at the two ends. He looks up at Chansik and then back at his tie and then back at Chansik.
“Please assist,” Junghwan asks, laughing at himself a little as Chansik steps up to take the ends of the tie from him.
Chansik knots the tie slowly, as if to teach but he knows Junghwan will ask him to again next time. Just like how he knows Junghwan will keep wearing hopelessly inappropriate suits to casual blind dates. Chansik tightens the knot and carefully folds the collar over it. He looks like a school boy even at twenty-two.
“Just relax and be yourself,” Chansik assures, lies, with a smile. “You’ll be fine.”
He won’t but for now Junghwan smiles, all teeth and gums. It will be horribly awkward, they will speed through the exhibits, and the date will end early. Then Junghwan will come home and watch old movies with Chansik, sitting next to him on their too wide couch.
It’s too bad Chansik likes it this way, but so does Junghwan. It’s really too bad that neither of them are ready to admit it.
Sunwoo meets Dongwoo after he writes a half-hearted fluff review of Dongwoo’s restaurant.
“Jinyoung’s restaurant,” Dongwoo corrects on their first date. “I just help make sure things run smoothly.”
He ducks his head and smiles, a little crooked curve of distractingly pretty lips. Sunwoo feels like he won a prize without signing up for the contest. The review hadn’t been particularly good or thoughtful but Sunwoo is just briefly incredibly glad he wrote it, utterly useless in his portfolio as it is.
Dongwoo is sweet, the kind of sweet that’d usually put Sunwoo off. But there’s something about him, self-conscious and soft-spoken, a smile so honest that Sunwoo can’t help but to smile back.
And he’s a really hot guy that makes a killer kimchi spaghetti.
Sunwoo can be both incredibly picky about his dates and not picky at all but letting Dongwoo take him out had been a no brainer. He falls fast, for Dongwoo and the occasional lunch box that Dongwoo sends him. How was he supposed to know that Dongwoo, gentle Dongwoo with his slanted smile and squinty eyes, is fucking terrifying?
The first time Sunwoo sees Dongwoo in the kitchen he is paralyzed until Dongwoo moves him, a hand on each shoulder, shifting him to the side and out of the way. Sunwoo suspects that Dongwoo would have bodily lifted him if he had to.
It’s a small restaurant and the kitchen reflects that, with just Dongwoo, Jinyoung, and a kid that’s probably barely into his twenties working, but Dongwoo works it like a little tiny battleship.
He doesn’t yell exactly, in fact he’s mostly quiet, letting his hands do most of the talking. There are lots of sharp, fast gestures that the gopher kid chef seems to understand either by habit or survival instincts. Occasionally he barks out an order or five, talking way faster than Sunwoo thought he was capable of. And he takes all of two intense minutes to berate Jinyoung for not following the recipe.
“Dongwoo, it’s my recipe.”
“Yes, and you need to follow it to be consistent. Don’t fuck with me when we’re working.” Dongwoo makes a few gestures at the kid chef while still glaring at Jinyoung and then shoves the ruined dish at Sunwoo.
“Eat it,” he commands before going off to destroy the world.
Sunwoo eats in a corner, staying well out of the way. (It tastes fine.)
“Is he always like this?” Sunwoo asks Jinyoung after the biggest rush is over and Dongwoo kicks them both out.
“I mean when he’s in the kitchen, I know he’s not always like this.”
Jinyoung laughs as if Dongwoo hadn’t yelled at him not ten minutes ago. “You think that’s bad?”
Sunwoo can’t imagine worse, until today he’s never seen Dongwoo yell and they’ve been dating almost six months. He must look horrified because Jinyoung laughs again, pinching Sunwoo’s face in his somewhat inappropriately affectionate way.
“Dongwoo really isn’t that bad but if you’re comparing it to when he’s not working…”
“He’s like a different person.”
It’s kind of hot, in a weird way.
Sunwoo doesn’t even let Dongwoo change before he has him by the dick. He smells like sweat and oil and meat and garlic. It should be gross but somehow Sunwoo comes from jerking Dongwoo off and smelling his neck.
“You use too much garlic,” Sunwoo groans.
Dongwoo squeezes his neck and bites his ear, just hard enough to hurt a little.
“Shut up.”
Sunwoo has no real complaints, at least not until they move in together.
prompt: chandeul. going skiing, winter | G | 530 w
When Junghwan had suggested they go skiing he had not pictured himself with his face in the snow, legs stuck in an extremely awkward, and uncomfortable, position with Chansik cautiously perched next to him dusting the snow out of his hair.
But it was probably exactly what Chansik pictured.
“Are you okay?”
Junghwan needs a moment to get his face out of the snow. “Yeah. Help me with my skis.”
He lost count of how many times he fell after roughly an hour and they’ve been on the bunny slopes for two. Junghwan kicks his legs experimentally once Chansik helps him pop the skis off. Still working.
He props himself up by his arms first and then turns, he must look like a lump of dough being worked through flour, and he’s briefly thankful that they hadn’t asked anyone else to join them. He doesn’t need anyone other than Chansik seeing him like this and he doesn’t need Sunwoo stuffing snow down his shirt.
He heaves and groans when Chansik pulls him up, just a little bit in awe at how Chansik still manages to stay upright when Junghwan is pulling on him with the entire weight of his body plus some. He’s been doing that since they started though, so the awe has somewhat worn off.
“I think I’m ready for the real hills, at least the skiing part will last longer. So what if I can’t stop?”
Chansik laughs and drapes his arms around Junghwan’s shoulders. He clings, practically dangling off of Junghwan. It almost makes Junghwan fall again, he’s not sure if he’s tired or if it’s the extra five pounds on Chansik in the form of winter gear.
“Hyung,” Chansik whines deliberately. “I’m tired. Can we just go back to the hotel and try again tomorrow?”
He drops his head onto Junghwan’s shoulder and there is a shirt, sweater, scarf, and jacket between Chansik’s lips and his skin but Junghwan still feels it. He feels the ghost of the familiar sensation.
“You’re just saying that because you don’t want me to fall more today.”
“You are absolutely right.”
It took them twenty minutes to rent the equipment, ten minutes to get all suited up properly, and after that each up and down of the bunny slope took no more than two minutes plus another two to return to his upright position. Junghwan has probably fallen on his face more times today than he usually does in a week. Chansik probably has a point.
He feels, distantly, Chansik touch his cold nose to his cold cheek and little puffs of warm breath against cold numbed skin.
“We could sit by the fireplace with some hot chocolate. You can have my marshmallows.”
Chansik has a very good point.
“Just one more time!” Junghwan jerks away carefully before he can be seduced by the promise of warmth and sweets and Chansik. He tries not to think of warming up his cold hands on Chansik’s warm belly. But it’s a lot harder to face Chansik’s deliberately sad puppy gaze.
“I promise, just one more time. I’ll get it right and we can go in!”
“Fine, but I’m keeping my marshmallows.”
prompt: chandeul. blind date | G | 325 w
Junghwan is wearing a suit that doesn’t quite fit him right, topped with a fat double knotted tie. He fidgets as he presents himself to Chansik, picking at too long sleeves and wide lapels.
“…where is the date again?”
“The aquarium.”
Junghwan chews on the inside of his cheeks like he’s chewing gum. It’s so blindingly obvious that he has no idea how to present himself. So obvious that Chansik is quite sure his date will smell Junghwan’s nerves and desperation even if she closes her eyes. She’ll smell it more than the overpowering cologne.
It’s too bad that Chansik just doesn’t have the heart to tell Junghwan that he looks silly and smells like a douche.
“Maybe you should do a single knot instead.”
“Oh! That’s a good idea, probably.”
Junghwan fiddles with his tie, manages to unknot it and then stares at the two ends. He looks up at Chansik and then back at his tie and then back at Chansik.
“Please assist,” Junghwan asks, laughing at himself a little as Chansik steps up to take the ends of the tie from him.
Chansik knots the tie slowly, as if to teach but he knows Junghwan will ask him to again next time. Just like how he knows Junghwan will keep wearing hopelessly inappropriate suits to casual blind dates. Chansik tightens the knot and carefully folds the collar over it. He looks like a school boy even at twenty-two.
“Just relax and be yourself,” Chansik assures, lies, with a smile. “You’ll be fine.”
He won’t but for now Junghwan smiles, all teeth and gums. It will be horribly awkward, they will speed through the exhibits, and the date will end early. Then Junghwan will come home and watch old movies with Chansik, sitting next to him on their too wide couch.
It’s too bad Chansik likes it this way, but so does Junghwan. It’s really too bad that neither of them are ready to admit it.