Suspicions [One-shot]
Title: Suspicions
Genre: Humor, smut
Rating: NC-17 (not exactly explicit, but explicit enough)
Pairing: HyunJoong/YoungSaeng
Summary: The reason why HyunJoong changed his comeback date.
[A/N: So, a late birthday present for renichifreak. I’m not too sure about the accuracy of this since everything I’ve heard is second hand, and I’m too busy to check it out for myself but… just for fun ^^. ]
When HyunJoong had announced the changing of his comeback date, YoungSaeng had tried his best not to be too disappointed. Sure, he’d been looking forward the chance to see HyunJoong again - any chance was gold nowadays with their schedules being so different from each other’s. Sure, he’d thought that he’d once again have HyunJoong’s support like that time when their solo debuts just so happened to coincide with each others, and they had had a little fun with each other backstage. Sure, he’d been looking forward to the chance of having that sort of fun again. And yes, sure, he’d be lying if he said he was totally disappointed. But he knew better than to take it to heart - these sort of things tended to be beyond their control - the management always had their better plans despite the star’s wishes. And despite the popularity HyunJoong had been gaining, he knew that even then, clout didn’t always carry against the draw of success.
At least, that was what he was telling himself.
He wasn’t entirely sure it was working, since the coordi noona’s were frowning at him and telling him to stop straining his face, otherwise cracks in his make-up would appear. His manager had also come over, asking if he was sick or something while sincerely hoping that wasn’t the case, because it’d be extremely worrying especially since today was the first performance for his latest comeback.
Yeah, it probably wasn’t working.
Knowing that he’d have to do something (he didn’t know what, but yeah… something), he excused himself, reassuring everyone that he’d be back in time for the performance, and slipped away to at least get a breather for himself.
This was the KBS studio, so the room was on the same floor, not too far away, but it was a little less accessible, tucked away in one of the smaller corridors. He slipped in easily, without too much interference and closed the door behind him, taking in a deep breath before rubbing his neck, thinking about what he could do to get his mentality straight - he couldn’t perform like this, not when his mind was set far away on a certain someone whom he longed to meet.
Preoccupied like that, YoungSaeng didn’t realize that maybe that certain someone wasn’t all that far away. That maybe he was actually right behind YoungSaeng.
“I knew you’d come to this room.”
YoungSaeng nearly jumped, screaming bloody murder, when warm arms slid around him and when that mere touch calmed him down, he realized who it was. “HyunJoong?”
“The one and only.” HyunJoong grinned when YoungSaeng spun around, reaching to trail a finger down YoungSaeng’s face, careful not to mess up the work the coordi noonas had done. “Mmm… You look pretty good.”
But YoungSaeng wasn’t so easily put off track. “What are you doing here?” He demanded, folding his arms.
“I came to see you of course.” HyunJoong shrugged, saying it like it was common sense.
“But don’t you have like a schedule or something.” YoungSaeng frowned. “Don’t tell me you don’t, because you definitely should have, since your comeback is coming soon.”
“Actually no. Everything for my comeback has already been completed. I’m on an official break.” HyunJoong said breezily, as if there was nothing wrong with that statement.
“…What?”
“You heard me.” HyunJoong reached out teasing the ends of YoungSaeng’s hair. “You’re pretty sweet… and predictable. I knew you’d come here before your performance to come down. This was our regular meeting place in this building during the last time after all.”
YoungSaeng didn’t want to get distracted, even if just that light touch was so tempting. But no sooner than he’d gotten the urge to forgive HyunJoong everything, there was palm to his crotch, and the next time he came to, he found he had pinned HyunJoong to the wall, breathless after a senseless, mind-numbing kiss.
“HyunJoong.” He growled - both in admonition and in want.
“Now, now. We’ll have to be careful. We don’t want you to go on stage looking all roughed up - you’d give everyone a heart attack - even the fans, although the reason their hearts would be palpitating would be entirely different from the reason of your manager and the coordi noonas.” Was HyunJoong’s tongue-in-cheek reply, and it earned him another rough kiss, although YoungSaeng was a little more careful this time. “We’ll just have to be careful then.” He whispered.
They were pretty methodological in their actions - precise from well-honed practice. Hands, teasing at the corners of the shirt, not pulling it up because it might result in unsightly rumpling, but enough to toy with slight silvers of skin. Artful manipulating of skin tight pants, pulling down the zipper just enough to pull out their lengths, stiffening from the cold air and the hot synergy between them. And they’d really had gotten pretty adapt at rolling on their condoms while lip-locked to each other, ignoring the teases that they tended to make - bucking and rolling. A play to see if the other might lose concentration for once, and the teasing they’d get into from that would sometimes be even more satisfying.
But they both managed to do it properly this time, and they broke away from a moment, panting at each other - appreciating that silent, quiet moment. That calm before the storm.
“I missed this.” HyunJoong admitted quietly, eyes full of an indescribable emotion.
But that rose a sour note in YoungSaeng’s mood, and he lowered his eyes, mumbling. “Then why’d you go change your comeback date, you idiot?”
He missed the quirk of an eyebrow that HyunJoong always got when he was amused. “Why? I thought you’d guessed.”
“Guessed?” YoungSaeng looked up then, puzzled.
“They were getting suspicious.”
YoungSaeng blinked. “They?”
“You know, the fans. We already had our comebacks together once… and then a second time? The murmurings in the fandom were getting a little too loud for my liking. So, I changed my comeback date.” HyunJoong enlightened to an owlish YoungSaeng.
“But-”
“But I knew that meeting backstage like this would probably be the only time we’d get together. So, the performance date was the only thing I changed - the recording, choreographing and planning dates however, I didn’t move.” HyunJoong continued. “So… technically, if I wanted to, I could have my comeback performance today.”
“…Oh.”
“Yes, oh.” HyunJoong grinned.
And he gave YoungSaeng a few moments to let that sink in, before he licked his lips. “Hmm… we seem to have gone a little flaccid, let’s see if I can do something about that.”
The ‘something’ turned out to be taking them both into his (rather large and warm, YoungSaeng thought) hands, and teasing his fingers tortuously up so that he drew the most delicious moans from YoungSaeng’s throats.
Ten minutes later, just as the manager was beginning to panic because it was 2 minutes to air time and YoungSaeng was nowhere to be seen, the singer walked slowly back, seemingly none worse for wear and infinitely a lot happier.
“Oh good. You’re back.” His manager breathed out a sigh of relief before rushing off to tell the crew that YoungSaeng was okay to go.
“Hmm?” One of the coordi noona’s had walked over, squinting at YoungSaeng before pulling out a few brushes to do a bit of touch-ups around YoungSaeng’s lips - the make-up had mused a bit, but it was unnoticeable except to the expert eye. “Your mood seems a lot better. Something good happen?”
“Oh… no. I just got my focus back.” YoungSaeng smiled, and the coordi noona, knowing better than to dig, just shrugged and went to the dressing table to get the tube of gloss.
“HyunJoong seems to have been practicing on his guitar lately.”
“Huh?” The coordi noona turned around, unsure if she’d heard what she heard, but YoungSaeng waved a hand in the air.
“It’s nothing.” He insisted, but when she turned her back on him, he couldn’t help the secretive smile on his face as he thought of just how agile HyunJoong’s hands had been.
Genre: Humor, smut
Rating: NC-17 (not exactly explicit, but explicit enough)
Pairing: HyunJoong/YoungSaeng
Summary: The reason why HyunJoong changed his comeback date.
[A/N: So, a late birthday present for renichifreak. I’m not too sure about the accuracy of this since everything I’ve heard is second hand, and I’m too busy to check it out for myself but… just for fun ^^. ]
When HyunJoong had announced the changing of his comeback date, YoungSaeng had tried his best not to be too disappointed. Sure, he’d been looking forward the chance to see HyunJoong again - any chance was gold nowadays with their schedules being so different from each other’s. Sure, he’d thought that he’d once again have HyunJoong’s support like that time when their solo debuts just so happened to coincide with each others, and they had had a little fun with each other backstage. Sure, he’d been looking forward to the chance of having that sort of fun again. And yes, sure, he’d be lying if he said he was totally disappointed. But he knew better than to take it to heart - these sort of things tended to be beyond their control - the management always had their better plans despite the star’s wishes. And despite the popularity HyunJoong had been gaining, he knew that even then, clout didn’t always carry against the draw of success.
At least, that was what he was telling himself.
He wasn’t entirely sure it was working, since the coordi noona’s were frowning at him and telling him to stop straining his face, otherwise cracks in his make-up would appear. His manager had also come over, asking if he was sick or something while sincerely hoping that wasn’t the case, because it’d be extremely worrying especially since today was the first performance for his latest comeback.
Yeah, it probably wasn’t working.
Knowing that he’d have to do something (he didn’t know what, but yeah… something), he excused himself, reassuring everyone that he’d be back in time for the performance, and slipped away to at least get a breather for himself.
This was the KBS studio, so the room was on the same floor, not too far away, but it was a little less accessible, tucked away in one of the smaller corridors. He slipped in easily, without too much interference and closed the door behind him, taking in a deep breath before rubbing his neck, thinking about what he could do to get his mentality straight - he couldn’t perform like this, not when his mind was set far away on a certain someone whom he longed to meet.
Preoccupied like that, YoungSaeng didn’t realize that maybe that certain someone wasn’t all that far away. That maybe he was actually right behind YoungSaeng.
“I knew you’d come to this room.”
YoungSaeng nearly jumped, screaming bloody murder, when warm arms slid around him and when that mere touch calmed him down, he realized who it was. “HyunJoong?”
“The one and only.” HyunJoong grinned when YoungSaeng spun around, reaching to trail a finger down YoungSaeng’s face, careful not to mess up the work the coordi noonas had done. “Mmm… You look pretty good.”
But YoungSaeng wasn’t so easily put off track. “What are you doing here?” He demanded, folding his arms.
“I came to see you of course.” HyunJoong shrugged, saying it like it was common sense.
“But don’t you have like a schedule or something.” YoungSaeng frowned. “Don’t tell me you don’t, because you definitely should have, since your comeback is coming soon.”
“Actually no. Everything for my comeback has already been completed. I’m on an official break.” HyunJoong said breezily, as if there was nothing wrong with that statement.
“…What?”
“You heard me.” HyunJoong reached out teasing the ends of YoungSaeng’s hair. “You’re pretty sweet… and predictable. I knew you’d come here before your performance to come down. This was our regular meeting place in this building during the last time after all.”
YoungSaeng didn’t want to get distracted, even if just that light touch was so tempting. But no sooner than he’d gotten the urge to forgive HyunJoong everything, there was palm to his crotch, and the next time he came to, he found he had pinned HyunJoong to the wall, breathless after a senseless, mind-numbing kiss.
“HyunJoong.” He growled - both in admonition and in want.
“Now, now. We’ll have to be careful. We don’t want you to go on stage looking all roughed up - you’d give everyone a heart attack - even the fans, although the reason their hearts would be palpitating would be entirely different from the reason of your manager and the coordi noonas.” Was HyunJoong’s tongue-in-cheek reply, and it earned him another rough kiss, although YoungSaeng was a little more careful this time. “We’ll just have to be careful then.” He whispered.
They were pretty methodological in their actions - precise from well-honed practice. Hands, teasing at the corners of the shirt, not pulling it up because it might result in unsightly rumpling, but enough to toy with slight silvers of skin. Artful manipulating of skin tight pants, pulling down the zipper just enough to pull out their lengths, stiffening from the cold air and the hot synergy between them. And they’d really had gotten pretty adapt at rolling on their condoms while lip-locked to each other, ignoring the teases that they tended to make - bucking and rolling. A play to see if the other might lose concentration for once, and the teasing they’d get into from that would sometimes be even more satisfying.
But they both managed to do it properly this time, and they broke away from a moment, panting at each other - appreciating that silent, quiet moment. That calm before the storm.
“I missed this.” HyunJoong admitted quietly, eyes full of an indescribable emotion.
But that rose a sour note in YoungSaeng’s mood, and he lowered his eyes, mumbling. “Then why’d you go change your comeback date, you idiot?”
He missed the quirk of an eyebrow that HyunJoong always got when he was amused. “Why? I thought you’d guessed.”
“Guessed?” YoungSaeng looked up then, puzzled.
“They were getting suspicious.”
YoungSaeng blinked. “They?”
“You know, the fans. We already had our comebacks together once… and then a second time? The murmurings in the fandom were getting a little too loud for my liking. So, I changed my comeback date.” HyunJoong enlightened to an owlish YoungSaeng.
“But-”
“But I knew that meeting backstage like this would probably be the only time we’d get together. So, the performance date was the only thing I changed - the recording, choreographing and planning dates however, I didn’t move.” HyunJoong continued. “So… technically, if I wanted to, I could have my comeback performance today.”
“…Oh.”
“Yes, oh.” HyunJoong grinned.
And he gave YoungSaeng a few moments to let that sink in, before he licked his lips. “Hmm… we seem to have gone a little flaccid, let’s see if I can do something about that.”
The ‘something’ turned out to be taking them both into his (rather large and warm, YoungSaeng thought) hands, and teasing his fingers tortuously up so that he drew the most delicious moans from YoungSaeng’s throats.
Ten minutes later, just as the manager was beginning to panic because it was 2 minutes to air time and YoungSaeng was nowhere to be seen, the singer walked slowly back, seemingly none worse for wear and infinitely a lot happier.
“Oh good. You’re back.” His manager breathed out a sigh of relief before rushing off to tell the crew that YoungSaeng was okay to go.
“Hmm?” One of the coordi noona’s had walked over, squinting at YoungSaeng before pulling out a few brushes to do a bit of touch-ups around YoungSaeng’s lips - the make-up had mused a bit, but it was unnoticeable except to the expert eye. “Your mood seems a lot better. Something good happen?”
“Oh… no. I just got my focus back.” YoungSaeng smiled, and the coordi noona, knowing better than to dig, just shrugged and went to the dressing table to get the tube of gloss.
“HyunJoong seems to have been practicing on his guitar lately.”
“Huh?” The coordi noona turned around, unsure if she’d heard what she heard, but YoungSaeng waved a hand in the air.
“It’s nothing.” He insisted, but when she turned her back on him, he couldn’t help the secretive smile on his face as he thought of just how agile HyunJoong’s hands had been.