[infinite] you're my brown-eyed girl
you're my brown-eyed girl
infinite, sunggyu/dongwoo
g, 420w
prompt: "dongwoo catches sunggyu trying on his wow man! wig when the two are left home alone."
When Dongwoo opens the door to his bedroom, the second-last thing he expects to see is the long brown wig he'd kept as a souvenir from his first solo variety show. The last thing he expects is said wig on Sunggyu's head as he adjusts it carefully around his face, examining himself in the full-length mirror against the wall. When the door creaks Sunggyu freezes in place, fingers curled behind one ear.
Dongwoo bursts out laughing. He can't help it. "Hyung, what are you doing?"
"Dongwoo-yah," says Sunggyu, and he's blushing. Dongwoo notices the shift in his mannerisms, the way he brings his fingers up to the locks that brush his cheeks and twirls them self-consciously. He doesn't take the wig off. "I-I was just playing around. You know, I just wanted to understand why you and Sungyeolie like doing this so much. I know it looks ridiculous."
Dongwoo steps inside the room and closes the door behind him. Even if it's just the two of them at home today, it feels right to close the door, to be certain that no one can see them. He walks up to Sunggyu and steps behind him, going on tiptoe a little to rest his chin on his shoulder. The wig is soft against his skin. "I think it looks nice," he says, and he wraps his arms around Sunggyu's body, holding him in place.
"Yah, don't lie," Sunggyu chides, but he doesn't push Dongwoo's arms away. "It's stupid."
"It's pretty." Dongwoo hums. "You look like a pretty noona." Sunggyu turns his head away at the word. "Oh, do you like that? Can I call you noona?"
"Don't," Sunggyu grumbles.
Dongwoo grins. He brings his hands down and laces his fingers with Sunggyu's at his sides, then lifts one hand and examines it. His nails are neat and short, as always. "Your hands are so soft, noona."
"Oh, stop," says Sunggyu, but he's smiling. He looks in the mirror again and tilts his head. "Is it really that pretty?"
"Really." Dongwoo lifts a hand to brush the wig aside and presses a kiss to his cheek, and Sunggyu shuts his eyes with a small gasp of surprise. Their eyes meet in the mirror, and then Sunggyu turns his head and leans in to kiss him in earnest, slow and soft and deep.
When he breaks away a minute later, he says, "Can I borrow this sometime?"
Dongwoo squeezes his arms around Sunggyu, which makes him gasp again. "Whenever you'd like."
infinite, sunggyu/dongwoo
g, 420w
prompt: "dongwoo catches sunggyu trying on his wow man! wig when the two are left home alone."
When Dongwoo opens the door to his bedroom, the second-last thing he expects to see is the long brown wig he'd kept as a souvenir from his first solo variety show. The last thing he expects is said wig on Sunggyu's head as he adjusts it carefully around his face, examining himself in the full-length mirror against the wall. When the door creaks Sunggyu freezes in place, fingers curled behind one ear.
Dongwoo bursts out laughing. He can't help it. "Hyung, what are you doing?"
"Dongwoo-yah," says Sunggyu, and he's blushing. Dongwoo notices the shift in his mannerisms, the way he brings his fingers up to the locks that brush his cheeks and twirls them self-consciously. He doesn't take the wig off. "I-I was just playing around. You know, I just wanted to understand why you and Sungyeolie like doing this so much. I know it looks ridiculous."
Dongwoo steps inside the room and closes the door behind him. Even if it's just the two of them at home today, it feels right to close the door, to be certain that no one can see them. He walks up to Sunggyu and steps behind him, going on tiptoe a little to rest his chin on his shoulder. The wig is soft against his skin. "I think it looks nice," he says, and he wraps his arms around Sunggyu's body, holding him in place.
"Yah, don't lie," Sunggyu chides, but he doesn't push Dongwoo's arms away. "It's stupid."
"It's pretty." Dongwoo hums. "You look like a pretty noona." Sunggyu turns his head away at the word. "Oh, do you like that? Can I call you noona?"
"Don't," Sunggyu grumbles.
Dongwoo grins. He brings his hands down and laces his fingers with Sunggyu's at his sides, then lifts one hand and examines it. His nails are neat and short, as always. "Your hands are so soft, noona."
"Oh, stop," says Sunggyu, but he's smiling. He looks in the mirror again and tilts his head. "Is it really that pretty?"
"Really." Dongwoo lifts a hand to brush the wig aside and presses a kiss to his cheek, and Sunggyu shuts his eyes with a small gasp of surprise. Their eyes meet in the mirror, and then Sunggyu turns his head and leans in to kiss him in earnest, slow and soft and deep.
When he breaks away a minute later, he says, "Can I borrow this sometime?"
Dongwoo squeezes his arms around Sunggyu, which makes him gasp again. "Whenever you'd like."