one step two step
One Step, Two Step
Kibum/Sungmin feat. Kihae/Hyukmin || AU~Implied!romance || PG13
1684 words
Some like the grinding, some like the alcohol, some like the music, some like them all.
A/N: written for unorderedlist 's birthday, even if it's late but, yeah, there are more pieces coming if this doesn't suffice? ILU <333
The dance floor was cluttered as per usual, the night hitting its peak as more customers filed in from the doors. Donghae had already fluttered off to dance after a pretty handsome man nestled by him insisted on buying him drinks almost as soon as they were by the bar. A couple of shots were enough to send Donghae off with his senses tingling.
Kibum remained perched at the upper floor, watching bodies grind and pairs make out as he sipped his rum and coke. Flashing neon lights wavered around inside the room, bouncing off the wall, onto dancing individuals, the beam of light never remaining still for more than a few seconds. Dimly lit VIP booths lined the perimeter, filled with young and rich adolescents with no better way to spend their father’s money, silky curtains serving more purpose as decoration rather than offering privacy.
It was easy, Kibum thought while he took another sip, to pick out which groups on the dance floor had control and which didn’t. There were a seldom few merely moving to the beat of the thudding music, those were the ones that still had control, but most of the individuals had tipped over the edge, alcohol and adrenaline mixing dangerously. The tip jars behind him were filled with crumpled bills and layers of coins.
Kibum sighed and barely had enough time to put down his drink when Donghae insisted that he go down to the dance floor and enjoy himself, because he promised when they left the apartment that night, and then Donghae pouted, tugged on his arm and he was suddenly mixed into the mess of tangled limbs. Donghae fluttered off again, venturing deeper into the tangled mess, demanding that Kibum follow him because he wanted to find that girl again. As politely as he could, and minding where his hands were, Kibum pushed his way into the center.
Second big mistake after letting Donghae drag him down was wandering deeper into the center of the floor. The heat was suffocating, there wasn’t even room to think, let alone breathe, and bodies were everywhere around him, in every possible direction. A boy fluttered by his side, arm draped loosely around his waist.
“Why aren’t you having fun…” his voice was wispy and barely audible under the pulsating music, even if his mouth was literally against his ear.
Kibum shook his head, kindly trying to take the boy’s arm off of him. He looked young, eyes dilated by both physical exertion and overconsumption of alcohol.
“I haven’t found a decent guy all night…” the words melted into the atmosphere but the message came through when they began grinding to the beat. There was something captivating about this person, the way his eyes fluttered whenever they made contact, the way his hair sways against their motions, the way his lips remained parted while their hands roamed around. The boy stepped in front, wedging a leg between Kibum as their bodies moved fluidly, encouraged by the pounding music and the swaying of adjacent individuals. It was normal, maybe Kibum did need to loosen up a bit more, and Kibum brought a hand up across the boy’s chest to hold onto his shoulder for better leverage in case they lost their balance.
“Bummie, you never dance with me when I ask you to…” Donghae practically ripped the boy away from him, startling them out of the trance. The DJ was taking a washroom break and the music stopped. Kibum had barely enough time to register what was happening when the boy shook his head, placing his warm palm against Kibum’s chest as he walked past him with his head tucked low.
Kibum turned around, wanting to explain the situation but Donghae snagged his hand back, oblivious to Kibum’s growing irritation. The boy disappeared off into the distance and they mingled momentarily before Kibum whispered that he needed another drink. Donghae nodded, closing his eyes as he continued dancing to the music, and the minimal amount of space that Kibum possessed earlier was swallowed up immediately. It had been out of his comfort zone already, the fact that Kibum let Donghae and some other person grind against him. It wasn’t like Donghae will remember anything the next morning.
Kibum made his way back to the stairs leading to the lounge when he sees the same boy from before practically lying against another boy. The other figure had one hand around his waist, another hand linger in his hair. They sauntered off into the one of the VIP booths and the boy practically collapsed into the plush seat, exhausted. The greasy looking one waved his hand and someone brought over a tray of tiny glasses filled to the brim with alcohol.
He coaxed the boy into drinking shot after shot, his hand wandering all over the boy’s body. He drank, swaying as he pushed the glass away, a silly grin plastered over his face, but the boy insisted and he took the cup, downing the liquid again. The empty glass was replaced quickly by another, and Kibum swore he could see the vapors of the concentrated alcohol from where he was.
“I know them,” Kibum pointed at the pair on the plush couch and the guard hesitantly dropped the ropes, letting him into the restricted area. Kibum walked up and snatched the glass from the boy’s fingers and downed the shot in one go. The boy from earlier looked up blankly while the greasy, sleazy one seemed angry at his intrusion.
Tequila. Tequila was the worst to down, the sharp aftertaste and the burning, Kibum despised tequila. He’d heard enough from Heechul that tequila usually was the quickest in knocking people out.
“Who the fuck are you?” The sleazy boy stood up and Kibum got a better look at him. He was skinny and almost a head shorter.
“I’m his friend, and I’m getting him home now, so if you’ll excuse us,” Kibum pushed him aside and grabbed the boy on the couch.
“He told me he was alone and he wanted my company.” Kibum’s tolerance was approaching zero after watching him touch the other boy inappropriately on purpose right in front of his eyes, his palm pressed firmly against the boy’s crotch.
“Well, you can fuck off now, who in their right mind would want your company.” Kibum helped the boy to his feet, holding him by the waist and the boy smiled serenely, practically sighing as he nodded his agreement.
“He’s such a slut, he was begging me to touch him,” the skinny bastard replied, shrugging effortlessly, “his loss, not mine.”
“You keep telling yourself that, you’re delusion amuses me, I could fucking snap you in half if I wanted to.” Kibum shot back and the boy looked offended, retaliating by snapping his fingers and the guard came to usher them out of the sectioned off area. Kibum walked the two of them towards the entrance, stopping by the front counter to get his jacket, and headed out of the musky club, the blast of fresh air refreshing and painful at the same time.
“Thanks for that,” the boy smiled as he reached forward and squeezed Kibum’s arm, “but I didn’t really need your help back there.”
“He was trying to take advantage of you, I just thought,” Kibum stuttered, he probably left before all the real action starts inside the nightclubs, since it was his first time staying this late into the night.
“I knew what he was doing, and like I said, I was far from being actually drunk,” The boy mused, his fingers began casually stroking Kibum’s arm, “I do appreciate it though, don’t get me wrong, it’s rare to find someone that actually cares…”
“For some reason, I think you’re being sarcastic and I actually intruded on your little ploy,” Kibum politely pushed the hand off his arm, “have a good night.”
The boy nodded, acknowledging Kibum’s polite exit. “I meant it though, people usually don’t care; usually they just want the fun and the excitement and the sex…”
“I guess I’m different, but it’s late,” Kibum replied, “I’m gonna get going now, so if you wanna go back in…”
The boy shook his head, instead bringing his hand up as he held onto Kibum’s forearm loosely. “I’m done for the night, but what’s your name?”
“Kibum,” he answered plainly, “it’s really late, I need to get going…”
“Don’t go yet, Kibum…” the boy stepped closer, his fingers still curled loosely around Kibum’s arm. “I’m Sungmin.”
“That’s nice, Sungmin-sshi, but…” Kibum took a step back and the smile of Sungmin’s face faltered momentarily, “I think you’ll be okay by yourself?”
“What if I said no?” Sungmin replied softly as he brought both of his hands up to Kibum’s wrists, “Will you take care of me?"
“I doubt you need my assistance, so I’m going to have to decline that request,” Kibum shrugged awkwardly, bringing his hands into the pockets of his vest. Sungmin understood and retracted his hands.
“I understand,” Sungmin’s expression masked the disappointment nicely in his voice, but his large, expressive eyes revealing otherwise, the gentle sparkle completely different from before. Sungmin brought a hand up, his palm pressed gently against Kibum’s chest, and spoke with a genuine softness, “but, can I get your number or something?”
Kibum nodded and Sungmin brought out his phone, entering his information in awkward silence. Sungmin’s hands were shaking as he pressed the small keys, and Kibum recalled the icy touch when Sungmin’s palm was on his chest moments ago.
“I’m gonna go now,” Kibum reiterated himself and pointed to the direction of his apartment.
“I’m going the other way,” Sungmin whispered, his lips trembling from the cold.
“Here, take this…” Kibum handed his hoodie over, draping it around Sungmin’s shoulder. “My place isn’t far from here so I won’t need it.”
“Thank you, Kibum-sshi…” Kibum waved away the gratitude and headed home, each step heavy with thoughts and inexplicable feelings. Donghae was probably going to throw another tantrum because Kibum didn’t wait for him again, but a whiny Donghae was the last thing on his mind at this moment.
Kibum/Sungmin feat. Kihae/Hyukmin || AU~Implied!romance || PG13
1684 words
Some like the grinding, some like the alcohol, some like the music, some like them all.
A/N: written for unorderedlist 's birthday, even if it's late but, yeah, there are more pieces coming if this doesn't suffice? ILU <333
The dance floor was cluttered as per usual, the night hitting its peak as more customers filed in from the doors. Donghae had already fluttered off to dance after a pretty handsome man nestled by him insisted on buying him drinks almost as soon as they were by the bar. A couple of shots were enough to send Donghae off with his senses tingling.
Kibum remained perched at the upper floor, watching bodies grind and pairs make out as he sipped his rum and coke. Flashing neon lights wavered around inside the room, bouncing off the wall, onto dancing individuals, the beam of light never remaining still for more than a few seconds. Dimly lit VIP booths lined the perimeter, filled with young and rich adolescents with no better way to spend their father’s money, silky curtains serving more purpose as decoration rather than offering privacy.
It was easy, Kibum thought while he took another sip, to pick out which groups on the dance floor had control and which didn’t. There were a seldom few merely moving to the beat of the thudding music, those were the ones that still had control, but most of the individuals had tipped over the edge, alcohol and adrenaline mixing dangerously. The tip jars behind him were filled with crumpled bills and layers of coins.
Kibum sighed and barely had enough time to put down his drink when Donghae insisted that he go down to the dance floor and enjoy himself, because he promised when they left the apartment that night, and then Donghae pouted, tugged on his arm and he was suddenly mixed into the mess of tangled limbs. Donghae fluttered off again, venturing deeper into the tangled mess, demanding that Kibum follow him because he wanted to find that girl again. As politely as he could, and minding where his hands were, Kibum pushed his way into the center.
Second big mistake after letting Donghae drag him down was wandering deeper into the center of the floor. The heat was suffocating, there wasn’t even room to think, let alone breathe, and bodies were everywhere around him, in every possible direction. A boy fluttered by his side, arm draped loosely around his waist.
“Why aren’t you having fun…” his voice was wispy and barely audible under the pulsating music, even if his mouth was literally against his ear.
Kibum shook his head, kindly trying to take the boy’s arm off of him. He looked young, eyes dilated by both physical exertion and overconsumption of alcohol.
“I haven’t found a decent guy all night…” the words melted into the atmosphere but the message came through when they began grinding to the beat. There was something captivating about this person, the way his eyes fluttered whenever they made contact, the way his hair sways against their motions, the way his lips remained parted while their hands roamed around. The boy stepped in front, wedging a leg between Kibum as their bodies moved fluidly, encouraged by the pounding music and the swaying of adjacent individuals. It was normal, maybe Kibum did need to loosen up a bit more, and Kibum brought a hand up across the boy’s chest to hold onto his shoulder for better leverage in case they lost their balance.
“Bummie, you never dance with me when I ask you to…” Donghae practically ripped the boy away from him, startling them out of the trance. The DJ was taking a washroom break and the music stopped. Kibum had barely enough time to register what was happening when the boy shook his head, placing his warm palm against Kibum’s chest as he walked past him with his head tucked low.
Kibum turned around, wanting to explain the situation but Donghae snagged his hand back, oblivious to Kibum’s growing irritation. The boy disappeared off into the distance and they mingled momentarily before Kibum whispered that he needed another drink. Donghae nodded, closing his eyes as he continued dancing to the music, and the minimal amount of space that Kibum possessed earlier was swallowed up immediately. It had been out of his comfort zone already, the fact that Kibum let Donghae and some other person grind against him. It wasn’t like Donghae will remember anything the next morning.
Kibum made his way back to the stairs leading to the lounge when he sees the same boy from before practically lying against another boy. The other figure had one hand around his waist, another hand linger in his hair. They sauntered off into the one of the VIP booths and the boy practically collapsed into the plush seat, exhausted. The greasy looking one waved his hand and someone brought over a tray of tiny glasses filled to the brim with alcohol.
He coaxed the boy into drinking shot after shot, his hand wandering all over the boy’s body. He drank, swaying as he pushed the glass away, a silly grin plastered over his face, but the boy insisted and he took the cup, downing the liquid again. The empty glass was replaced quickly by another, and Kibum swore he could see the vapors of the concentrated alcohol from where he was.
“I know them,” Kibum pointed at the pair on the plush couch and the guard hesitantly dropped the ropes, letting him into the restricted area. Kibum walked up and snatched the glass from the boy’s fingers and downed the shot in one go. The boy from earlier looked up blankly while the greasy, sleazy one seemed angry at his intrusion.
Tequila. Tequila was the worst to down, the sharp aftertaste and the burning, Kibum despised tequila. He’d heard enough from Heechul that tequila usually was the quickest in knocking people out.
“Who the fuck are you?” The sleazy boy stood up and Kibum got a better look at him. He was skinny and almost a head shorter.
“I’m his friend, and I’m getting him home now, so if you’ll excuse us,” Kibum pushed him aside and grabbed the boy on the couch.
“He told me he was alone and he wanted my company.” Kibum’s tolerance was approaching zero after watching him touch the other boy inappropriately on purpose right in front of his eyes, his palm pressed firmly against the boy’s crotch.
“Well, you can fuck off now, who in their right mind would want your company.” Kibum helped the boy to his feet, holding him by the waist and the boy smiled serenely, practically sighing as he nodded his agreement.
“He’s such a slut, he was begging me to touch him,” the skinny bastard replied, shrugging effortlessly, “his loss, not mine.”
“You keep telling yourself that, you’re delusion amuses me, I could fucking snap you in half if I wanted to.” Kibum shot back and the boy looked offended, retaliating by snapping his fingers and the guard came to usher them out of the sectioned off area. Kibum walked the two of them towards the entrance, stopping by the front counter to get his jacket, and headed out of the musky club, the blast of fresh air refreshing and painful at the same time.
“Thanks for that,” the boy smiled as he reached forward and squeezed Kibum’s arm, “but I didn’t really need your help back there.”
“He was trying to take advantage of you, I just thought,” Kibum stuttered, he probably left before all the real action starts inside the nightclubs, since it was his first time staying this late into the night.
“I knew what he was doing, and like I said, I was far from being actually drunk,” The boy mused, his fingers began casually stroking Kibum’s arm, “I do appreciate it though, don’t get me wrong, it’s rare to find someone that actually cares…”
“For some reason, I think you’re being sarcastic and I actually intruded on your little ploy,” Kibum politely pushed the hand off his arm, “have a good night.”
The boy nodded, acknowledging Kibum’s polite exit. “I meant it though, people usually don’t care; usually they just want the fun and the excitement and the sex…”
“I guess I’m different, but it’s late,” Kibum replied, “I’m gonna get going now, so if you wanna go back in…”
The boy shook his head, instead bringing his hand up as he held onto Kibum’s forearm loosely. “I’m done for the night, but what’s your name?”
“Kibum,” he answered plainly, “it’s really late, I need to get going…”
“Don’t go yet, Kibum…” the boy stepped closer, his fingers still curled loosely around Kibum’s arm. “I’m Sungmin.”
“That’s nice, Sungmin-sshi, but…” Kibum took a step back and the smile of Sungmin’s face faltered momentarily, “I think you’ll be okay by yourself?”
“What if I said no?” Sungmin replied softly as he brought both of his hands up to Kibum’s wrists, “Will you take care of me?"
“I doubt you need my assistance, so I’m going to have to decline that request,” Kibum shrugged awkwardly, bringing his hands into the pockets of his vest. Sungmin understood and retracted his hands.
“I understand,” Sungmin’s expression masked the disappointment nicely in his voice, but his large, expressive eyes revealing otherwise, the gentle sparkle completely different from before. Sungmin brought a hand up, his palm pressed gently against Kibum’s chest, and spoke with a genuine softness, “but, can I get your number or something?”
Kibum nodded and Sungmin brought out his phone, entering his information in awkward silence. Sungmin’s hands were shaking as he pressed the small keys, and Kibum recalled the icy touch when Sungmin’s palm was on his chest moments ago.
“I’m gonna go now,” Kibum reiterated himself and pointed to the direction of his apartment.
“I’m going the other way,” Sungmin whispered, his lips trembling from the cold.
“Here, take this…” Kibum handed his hoodie over, draping it around Sungmin’s shoulder. “My place isn’t far from here so I won’t need it.”
“Thank you, Kibum-sshi…” Kibum waved away the gratitude and headed home, each step heavy with thoughts and inexplicable feelings. Donghae was probably going to throw another tantrum because Kibum didn’t wait for him again, but a whiny Donghae was the last thing on his mind at this moment.