i've got a (fan)boy (1/1)
baekhyun/jongdae | 1.8k | fandom!au | crossposted and edited from my old lj
Baekhyun's vision swims as he stares at the glaringly bright laptop screen, fingers tapping against the plastic material of his laptop, lips pursed into a pout as he stares down at his word count in disappointment. '1045 words' it reads. Baekhyun sighs, running a hand through his hair and muttering a soft "I need to up my game," to himself, just as his phone buzzes and glows with an incoming text beside his thigh.
He plucks his phone up delicately and drags his thumb over the lockscreen, feeling a smile pull at the corners of his lips as he reads the characters of Jongdae's name dancing on his phone screen.
Jongdae [7:42 pm] [1] I'll make you a deal, Byun Baekhyun. You read me another chapter of your crazy homoerotic fanfiction, and I'll bring you a free coffee of your choice, on the house.
Baekhyun [7:42 pm] [2] this is a compromising offer, really. Any coffee I like?
Jongdae [7:43 pm] [3] anything you'd like. Is this you accepting my offer?
Baekhyun laughs a little as his eyes graze over the message, and he can almost hear Jongdae himself saying the words. His fingers hover over the keys, moving in uncertain circles before he types a tentative "bring me a grande hazelnut frappe and i'll see what i can do."
He pauses, hesitating to click send. Normally, he'd be cautious over this for other reasons; posting his fics online is one thing, but reading it aloud to someone (and to Jongdae, no less) is more than a little unsettling.
But, when Baekhyun closes his eyes and remembers the last time Jongdae had made this offer, his cheeks flush and his heart lodges itself in his throat uncomfortably. The whole night is a hazy blur, a mix of sleep-slurred words read off of his laptop screen, Jongdae's voice egging him to keep reading whenever his lashes threaten to fall shut, and a drowsy, barely-there kiss that leaves Baekhyun still wondering if he imagined it or not.
Staring at his reply with pursed lips, he hits send before he can give himself another moment to worry.
It's barely been a handful of seconds before Baekhyun sees a simple smiling emoji under Jongdae's contact, and he sighs softly to himself.
-
When Baekhyun opens the door later that night, Jongdae unceremoniously shoves a plastic Starbucks cup against his nose. "One hazelnut frappe, per your request," he grins broadly, and wipes perspiration off his fingers and onto his black jeans. "You have to uphold your end of our bargain," he adds as he walks through the front door, and Baekhyun plays with his straw shyly before taking a few sips.
"Of course," Baekhyun says, kicking the door shut with his toes and trotting after Jongdae to his twin bed. "Where did I leave off last time?" He asks rhetorically, and Jongdae perks up as he rests snugly against his bed.
"Taeyeon and Tiffany were doing some serious fanservice on stage, and now they're back at the dorm. I think it was along the lines of 'the only sound being the click of high heels~'" Jongdae recites, pronouncing each word in a matter of fact tone, and he shoots a bewildered (and impressed) Baekhyun a grin.
"You paid attention," he remarks, more surprised and pleased than he’d like to admit. He reclaims his spot beside Jongdae once more, and tugs his laptop back onto his lap. Jongdae's fingers grasp at the edge of his laptop and tugs it to rest halfway on his thigh between both of them.
The smile Jongdae gives Baekhyun is a little more bashful than the last, and he pulls at his earlobe thoughtfully. "I liked it," he says, a short explanation, and nudges the older boy lightly. "Start reading."
Baekhyun is still smiling to himself as he pulls up the document, greedily soaking up the soft sound of Jongdae breathing, the way it mixes with the whirl of his laptop and the feel of his thigh pressed comfortably against his own. He clears his throat a little, wetting his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. "Ready?"
Jongdae presses his fingers in a gesture for him to begin, and Baekhyun swallows heavily as he lets his eyes drop to the appropriate line.
"It's quiet in the dorms, the only sound being the click of high heels against wooden floors. Fear trickles in and courses through Taeyeon's veins, and her heart thuds loudly in her ears. All she can think about is the deafening cheers of the crowds and the almost perfect way MiYoung's fingers felt between her own.
She can still feel her fingers there, now, lingering against her palm as she fumbles for the light switch, and a warm light floods the dorm room. The silence that hangs over them is unbearable, and Taeyeon wishes that the other girls were here to distract her from the knot in her stomach."
Jongdae laughs a little, right above Baekhyun’s ear and he has to suppress his shudders as he looks up at him. “Whats so funny?” he whispers, cheeks a little flushed as Jongdae leans closer.
“Nothing, nothing, its just…” Jongdae begins, a grin still playing on his lips as he shifts a little. “Its just still amusing to me. You know, that people catch all these moments and make these connections.” He explains simply, and theres not a hint of malice in his tone.”It’s like saying Lee Jongsuk and Kim Woobin are in love,” he chuckles to himself like the idea is incredulous, and Baekhyun has to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from saying anything.
Baekhyun shoots him a wry smile and shrugs. “I guess you just have to keep paying attention,” he reasons, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes. “Should I keep reading?” he asks softly and Jongdae nods eagerly. He clears his throat, and picks up again, voice a little softer than before.
"A part of her, though, think she's thankful for the privacy, because if there was ever an opportunity for Taeyeon to have MiYoung to herself, it’s now.
She thinks of all the things she wants to say, all the things she could say, words whirring in her mind and making her dizzy as she hears MiYoung close the front door with an audible click. The sound itself snaps her back to reality, throat thick as tension fills the spaces between them.
Taeyeon wishes she could says something, anything, but her mouth feels impossibly dry and she can’t process a coherent thought.
Suddenly, a hand presses firmly against her shoulder, and she gasps, straightening her posture and watching as MiYoung offers her a little smile that lacks its usual luster. “Are you okay?”
No, Taeyeon thinks humorlessly, not at all.
She doesn’t say this, of course, instead forces a faux smile on her lips and blinks her lashes innocently. “Of course I am,” She lies seamlessly. “Why wouldn’t I be?” "
-
Baekhyun's been reading for too long, jaw aching around the words and lashes fluttering as he speaks the words off his laptop screen. Jongdae's head has fallen on his shoulder, tucked comfortably into the crook of his neck as he listens to Baekhyun read on and on. He can't fight with little smile that creeps across his lips at Jongdae's warm, rhythmic breaths against his neck.
The words feel a little detached from their meaning as they fall from his lips, eyes heavy from the bright lights that glare off his screen. The paragraphs are starting to look more familiar, and he realizes he's nearly up to date with where the story is now.
It's a little comforting that he's near the end and that he can take a rest from reciting his stories, but he's also dreading it, dreading the moment when Jongdae will pull back and bid him good night. He slows his pace subtly, dragging the syllables out so he can selfishly savor the overwhelming aura of Jongdae.
Eventually, though, the words come to a stop, ending mid-sentence, and he exhales softly, slumping against the wall behind him and pressing his cheek against the softness of Jongdae's hair.
"Is that it?" Jongdae's voice is a soft whisper, and Baekhyun nods, letting his tired eyes fall shut. "You should write more."
Baekhyun lets out a small laugh, subtly nosing his curls. "Later, later," he murmurs and shifts some. "I have no words left in me tonight."
He feels Jongdae pout against his shoulder playfully, before he's sitting up and slouching beside him comfortably. "Tell me when you write more," he urges simply, taking Baekhyun's dainty fingers between his own and thumbing his palm in a way that's almost thoughtful. "Baekhyun," he says after another moment.
Baekhyun opens one eye lazily and smiles at him. "Yeah?" He mumbles, dropping his hazy gaze down to Jongdae's thumb that is working slow circles into the heel of his hand.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Baekhyun nods reassuringly.
Jongdae grips Baekhyun's chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping his gaze up to smile at him. Heat rises on Baekhyun's cheeks at the touch, and he waits for Jongdae to say something, but he doesn't.
Jongdae doesn't say anything, only leans closer and closer until he's too close, and Baekhyun can feels his warm breath against his cheeks and his lips. Jongdae’s free fingers cup the back of his neck, coaxing Baekhyun closer, and then Jongdae's lips are on his, kissing him soft and slow and sweet.
The touch of Jongdae’s mouth on his is enough to make Baekhyun feel startlingly awake. He breathes sharply when he realizes that this kiss is very real, that every brush of their lips is intentional and not a daydream.
Baekhyun’s bashful hands wander up the expanse of Jongdae’s back and find themselves tangled into his silky dark hair, twining the curls around his fingertips, and he lets out a little sigh of content that makes Jongdae smile against his lips. The hand on the back of his neck pulls him even closer, pulling at the tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck as Jongdae kisses him with a repressed passion.
Perfect, Baekhyun thinks to himself. Just perfect.
When Jongdae pulls back slowly, Baekhyun can still feel the lingering weight of his lips on his own, and Baekhyun can’t fight the toothy grin that works its way onto his face. Jongdae is still thumbing Baekhyun’s jawline with distant eyes, sporting the shadow of his own smile.
“I’ll tell you what,” Baekhyun whispers, looping curls around his fingers again and again. Jongdae hums simply. “I’ll read you another chapter of my crazy homoerotic fanfiction if you keep kissing me like that.”
Jongdae blinks his heavy lidded eyes once, before he laughs, resting his forehead against Baekhyun’s shoulder as he holds him tighter, before he leans closer to his ear and whispers a teasing, “I’ll see what I can do.”
Baekhyun's vision swims as he stares at the glaringly bright laptop screen, fingers tapping against the plastic material of his laptop, lips pursed into a pout as he stares down at his word count in disappointment. '1045 words' it reads. Baekhyun sighs, running a hand through his hair and muttering a soft "I need to up my game," to himself, just as his phone buzzes and glows with an incoming text beside his thigh.
He plucks his phone up delicately and drags his thumb over the lockscreen, feeling a smile pull at the corners of his lips as he reads the characters of Jongdae's name dancing on his phone screen.
Jongdae [7:42 pm] [1] I'll make you a deal, Byun Baekhyun. You read me another chapter of your crazy homoerotic fanfiction, and I'll bring you a free coffee of your choice, on the house.
Baekhyun [7:42 pm] [2] this is a compromising offer, really. Any coffee I like?
Jongdae [7:43 pm] [3] anything you'd like. Is this you accepting my offer?
Baekhyun laughs a little as his eyes graze over the message, and he can almost hear Jongdae himself saying the words. His fingers hover over the keys, moving in uncertain circles before he types a tentative "bring me a grande hazelnut frappe and i'll see what i can do."
He pauses, hesitating to click send. Normally, he'd be cautious over this for other reasons; posting his fics online is one thing, but reading it aloud to someone (and to Jongdae, no less) is more than a little unsettling.
But, when Baekhyun closes his eyes and remembers the last time Jongdae had made this offer, his cheeks flush and his heart lodges itself in his throat uncomfortably. The whole night is a hazy blur, a mix of sleep-slurred words read off of his laptop screen, Jongdae's voice egging him to keep reading whenever his lashes threaten to fall shut, and a drowsy, barely-there kiss that leaves Baekhyun still wondering if he imagined it or not.
Staring at his reply with pursed lips, he hits send before he can give himself another moment to worry.
It's barely been a handful of seconds before Baekhyun sees a simple smiling emoji under Jongdae's contact, and he sighs softly to himself.
-
When Baekhyun opens the door later that night, Jongdae unceremoniously shoves a plastic Starbucks cup against his nose. "One hazelnut frappe, per your request," he grins broadly, and wipes perspiration off his fingers and onto his black jeans. "You have to uphold your end of our bargain," he adds as he walks through the front door, and Baekhyun plays with his straw shyly before taking a few sips.
"Of course," Baekhyun says, kicking the door shut with his toes and trotting after Jongdae to his twin bed. "Where did I leave off last time?" He asks rhetorically, and Jongdae perks up as he rests snugly against his bed.
"Taeyeon and Tiffany were doing some serious fanservice on stage, and now they're back at the dorm. I think it was along the lines of 'the only sound being the click of high heels~'" Jongdae recites, pronouncing each word in a matter of fact tone, and he shoots a bewildered (and impressed) Baekhyun a grin.
"You paid attention," he remarks, more surprised and pleased than he’d like to admit. He reclaims his spot beside Jongdae once more, and tugs his laptop back onto his lap. Jongdae's fingers grasp at the edge of his laptop and tugs it to rest halfway on his thigh between both of them.
The smile Jongdae gives Baekhyun is a little more bashful than the last, and he pulls at his earlobe thoughtfully. "I liked it," he says, a short explanation, and nudges the older boy lightly. "Start reading."
Baekhyun is still smiling to himself as he pulls up the document, greedily soaking up the soft sound of Jongdae breathing, the way it mixes with the whirl of his laptop and the feel of his thigh pressed comfortably against his own. He clears his throat a little, wetting his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. "Ready?"
Jongdae presses his fingers in a gesture for him to begin, and Baekhyun swallows heavily as he lets his eyes drop to the appropriate line.
"It's quiet in the dorms, the only sound being the click of high heels against wooden floors. Fear trickles in and courses through Taeyeon's veins, and her heart thuds loudly in her ears. All she can think about is the deafening cheers of the crowds and the almost perfect way MiYoung's fingers felt between her own.
She can still feel her fingers there, now, lingering against her palm as she fumbles for the light switch, and a warm light floods the dorm room. The silence that hangs over them is unbearable, and Taeyeon wishes that the other girls were here to distract her from the knot in her stomach."
Jongdae laughs a little, right above Baekhyun’s ear and he has to suppress his shudders as he looks up at him. “Whats so funny?” he whispers, cheeks a little flushed as Jongdae leans closer.
“Nothing, nothing, its just…” Jongdae begins, a grin still playing on his lips as he shifts a little. “Its just still amusing to me. You know, that people catch all these moments and make these connections.” He explains simply, and theres not a hint of malice in his tone.”It’s like saying Lee Jongsuk and Kim Woobin are in love,” he chuckles to himself like the idea is incredulous, and Baekhyun has to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from saying anything.
Baekhyun shoots him a wry smile and shrugs. “I guess you just have to keep paying attention,” he reasons, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes. “Should I keep reading?” he asks softly and Jongdae nods eagerly. He clears his throat, and picks up again, voice a little softer than before.
"A part of her, though, think she's thankful for the privacy, because if there was ever an opportunity for Taeyeon to have MiYoung to herself, it’s now.
She thinks of all the things she wants to say, all the things she could say, words whirring in her mind and making her dizzy as she hears MiYoung close the front door with an audible click. The sound itself snaps her back to reality, throat thick as tension fills the spaces between them.
Taeyeon wishes she could says something, anything, but her mouth feels impossibly dry and she can’t process a coherent thought.
Suddenly, a hand presses firmly against her shoulder, and she gasps, straightening her posture and watching as MiYoung offers her a little smile that lacks its usual luster. “Are you okay?”
No, Taeyeon thinks humorlessly, not at all.
She doesn’t say this, of course, instead forces a faux smile on her lips and blinks her lashes innocently. “Of course I am,” She lies seamlessly. “Why wouldn’t I be?” "
-
Baekhyun's been reading for too long, jaw aching around the words and lashes fluttering as he speaks the words off his laptop screen. Jongdae's head has fallen on his shoulder, tucked comfortably into the crook of his neck as he listens to Baekhyun read on and on. He can't fight with little smile that creeps across his lips at Jongdae's warm, rhythmic breaths against his neck.
The words feel a little detached from their meaning as they fall from his lips, eyes heavy from the bright lights that glare off his screen. The paragraphs are starting to look more familiar, and he realizes he's nearly up to date with where the story is now.
It's a little comforting that he's near the end and that he can take a rest from reciting his stories, but he's also dreading it, dreading the moment when Jongdae will pull back and bid him good night. He slows his pace subtly, dragging the syllables out so he can selfishly savor the overwhelming aura of Jongdae.
Eventually, though, the words come to a stop, ending mid-sentence, and he exhales softly, slumping against the wall behind him and pressing his cheek against the softness of Jongdae's hair.
"Is that it?" Jongdae's voice is a soft whisper, and Baekhyun nods, letting his tired eyes fall shut. "You should write more."
Baekhyun lets out a small laugh, subtly nosing his curls. "Later, later," he murmurs and shifts some. "I have no words left in me tonight."
He feels Jongdae pout against his shoulder playfully, before he's sitting up and slouching beside him comfortably. "Tell me when you write more," he urges simply, taking Baekhyun's dainty fingers between his own and thumbing his palm in a way that's almost thoughtful. "Baekhyun," he says after another moment.
Baekhyun opens one eye lazily and smiles at him. "Yeah?" He mumbles, dropping his hazy gaze down to Jongdae's thumb that is working slow circles into the heel of his hand.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Baekhyun nods reassuringly.
Jongdae grips Baekhyun's chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping his gaze up to smile at him. Heat rises on Baekhyun's cheeks at the touch, and he waits for Jongdae to say something, but he doesn't.
Jongdae doesn't say anything, only leans closer and closer until he's too close, and Baekhyun can feels his warm breath against his cheeks and his lips. Jongdae’s free fingers cup the back of his neck, coaxing Baekhyun closer, and then Jongdae's lips are on his, kissing him soft and slow and sweet.
The touch of Jongdae’s mouth on his is enough to make Baekhyun feel startlingly awake. He breathes sharply when he realizes that this kiss is very real, that every brush of their lips is intentional and not a daydream.
Baekhyun’s bashful hands wander up the expanse of Jongdae’s back and find themselves tangled into his silky dark hair, twining the curls around his fingertips, and he lets out a little sigh of content that makes Jongdae smile against his lips. The hand on the back of his neck pulls him even closer, pulling at the tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck as Jongdae kisses him with a repressed passion.
Perfect, Baekhyun thinks to himself. Just perfect.
When Jongdae pulls back slowly, Baekhyun can still feel the lingering weight of his lips on his own, and Baekhyun can’t fight the toothy grin that works its way onto his face. Jongdae is still thumbing Baekhyun’s jawline with distant eyes, sporting the shadow of his own smile.
“I’ll tell you what,” Baekhyun whispers, looping curls around his fingers again and again. Jongdae hums simply. “I’ll read you another chapter of my crazy homoerotic fanfiction if you keep kissing me like that.”
Jongdae blinks his heavy lidded eyes once, before he laughs, resting his forehead against Baekhyun’s shoulder as he holds him tighter, before he leans closer to his ear and whispers a teasing, “I’ll see what I can do.”