[u-kiss] sit-up and kiss me; kiseop/hoonmin; pg
Title: Sit-Up and Kiss Me
Pairing: Kiseop/Hoonmin
Rating: PG
Summary: Kiseop and Hoonmin are workout buddies.
Word count: ~850
Originally written for emolga at kpopvalentines
sit-up and kiss me;;-
// because workouts are the perfect excuse to try something more...or not //
Kiseop thinks that Hoonmin’s very unique.
Hoonmin’s unique, because Hoonmin jumps into the boxing ring and punches at the punching bags for an hour, breath steady, or hops on the treadmill and runs ten, twenty kilometres in one go, just for the fun of it. It's apparently his way of relaxation, but Hoonmin never fails to astound Kiseop with how much he loves to exercise.
On top of that, Hoonmin always bugs the other members to exercise, eat right, and keep in good health. Soohyun and Kiseop are the only two who don't need to be reminded -- Soohyun because he diligently works out to compensate for his ‘ugly face’, and Kiseop because he has nothing but his face and body. It’s a good system, and keeps them all in check. Even Dongho’s breathing capacity has expanded after Hoonmin’s joined them.
Kiseop tags along to Hoonmin’s gym visits. When Hoonmin asks why, Kiseop says it’s because it’s lonely to work out by himself, and Hoonmin could use some company -- but the truth is, he’s a bit more infatuated with Hoonmin’s well-built body than he should be.
Hoonmin pushes himself to the limit every single time. Kiseop admires his determination.
(But it’s a little bit more than just admiration.)
It’s one in the morning. The twenty-four hour gym is deserted.
It’s the time of the night where everyone else is sleeping, but odd hours don’t, can’t, deter Kiseop. He’s an idol after all, and for an idol, odd hours are a normality. Plus, it’s a chance to be alone with Hoonmin, just the two of them in their own world.
“Let’s start with sit-ups today,” Hoonmin says to Kiseop. His voice is enthusiastic. Kiseop wonders how he can still keep in such high spirits after an entire day of schedules, but then again, it’s Hoonmin. “Come on, buddy-buddy. I’ll go first.”
Kiseop doesn’t need to be told what to do. They train together almost every day, so Kiseop responds to Hoonmin’s directions like a well-oiled machine. He moves automatically to sit on Hoonmin’s feet and hug Hoonmin’s legs as he starts counting out his repetitions.
Kiseop doesn’t -- and never will -- tell Hoonmin, but every time Hoonmin’s face nears his, covered in beads of sweat and accompanied with heavy panting, Kiseop finds himself going a little breathless. It takes all his effort to avoid leaning forward and planting a kiss on Hoonmin’s lips.
“Hey, hold me down properly,” Hoonmin puffs out after his fifty-first sit-up.
Kiseop recovers from his fifty-first almost-heart-attack and tightens his steadily loosening grip on Hoonmin’s legs.
When it’s Kiseop’s turn to do sit-ups, he groans internally, but obediently lies down on the mat. He knows he should do them properly to keep the abdominal definition he’d worked so hard for, but he’s not nearly as athletic as Hoonmin, nor as exercise-crazy, so he starts off with little baby crunches, barely lifting his upper body from the ground.
Hoonmin sighs and slaps him on the leg, hard. “Come on, do them properly,” he scolds, holding down Kiseop’s legs. “They’re called sit-ups and not lie-downs for a reason. You have to sit up.”
Kiseop rolls his eyes, then sighs in resignation and suddenly sits straight up, leaving only a hand’s width between his face and Hoonmin’s. Hoonmin flinches slightly. He clears his throat and just tightens his grip on Kiseop’s legs with a face betraying no emotions. Kiseop’s barely two inches away from Hoonmin’s face now, and he lingers for a moment there before lowering himself back down.
“Fifteen,” Kiseop breathes out as he raises himself again, flashing a smile. Hoonmin smiles weakly back.
“Sixteen.” Hoonmin’s uneven breathing tickles his cheek.
“Seventeen.”
Kiseop’s heart is thudding in his chest, from a combination of exercise-fuelled adrenaline and pure exhilaration. Hoonmin squeezes his eyes shut and tries to even out his breathing. Kiseop inches nearer, drawing their faces together until their lips are a centimetre apart, almost meeting --
And blows a raspberry.
Hoonmin jerks back reflexively, pulling a face in surprise. His eyes search Kiseop’s, and Kiseop’s almost sure that his true intentions have been found out, until Hoonmin snorts, slapping Kiseop on the leg. Kiseop bursts out into relieved, childish laughter.
It’s the most stupid thing he’s done in a while -- but he had been so, so close to kissing Hoonmin right there and then, right on the lips, that acting like a five-year-old had seemed like the better option. It was better than having to explain a kiss afterwards, anyway. “I thought it would be funny” doesn’t really cut it.
“You’re such an idiot,” Hoonmin scolds, laughing. “Come on, give me fifty more sit-ups. I’ll hold you down.”
Hoonmin pulls Kiseop’s legs straight and plonks himself on Kiseop’s thighs, pressing down with his palms on Kiseop’s lower abdominals. His hands are just a tiny bit too low for comfort.
Kiseop curses under his breath.
It’s going to be a long night.
Pairing: Kiseop/Hoonmin
Rating: PG
Summary: Kiseop and Hoonmin are workout buddies.
Word count: ~850
Originally written for emolga at kpopvalentines
sit-up and kiss me;;-
// because workouts are the perfect excuse to try something more...or not //
Kiseop thinks that Hoonmin’s very unique.
Hoonmin’s unique, because Hoonmin jumps into the boxing ring and punches at the punching bags for an hour, breath steady, or hops on the treadmill and runs ten, twenty kilometres in one go, just for the fun of it. It's apparently his way of relaxation, but Hoonmin never fails to astound Kiseop with how much he loves to exercise.
On top of that, Hoonmin always bugs the other members to exercise, eat right, and keep in good health. Soohyun and Kiseop are the only two who don't need to be reminded -- Soohyun because he diligently works out to compensate for his ‘ugly face’, and Kiseop because he has nothing but his face and body. It’s a good system, and keeps them all in check. Even Dongho’s breathing capacity has expanded after Hoonmin’s joined them.
Kiseop tags along to Hoonmin’s gym visits. When Hoonmin asks why, Kiseop says it’s because it’s lonely to work out by himself, and Hoonmin could use some company -- but the truth is, he’s a bit more infatuated with Hoonmin’s well-built body than he should be.
Hoonmin pushes himself to the limit every single time. Kiseop admires his determination.
(But it’s a little bit more than just admiration.)
It’s one in the morning. The twenty-four hour gym is deserted.
It’s the time of the night where everyone else is sleeping, but odd hours don’t, can’t, deter Kiseop. He’s an idol after all, and for an idol, odd hours are a normality. Plus, it’s a chance to be alone with Hoonmin, just the two of them in their own world.
“Let’s start with sit-ups today,” Hoonmin says to Kiseop. His voice is enthusiastic. Kiseop wonders how he can still keep in such high spirits after an entire day of schedules, but then again, it’s Hoonmin. “Come on, buddy-buddy. I’ll go first.”
Kiseop doesn’t need to be told what to do. They train together almost every day, so Kiseop responds to Hoonmin’s directions like a well-oiled machine. He moves automatically to sit on Hoonmin’s feet and hug Hoonmin’s legs as he starts counting out his repetitions.
Kiseop doesn’t -- and never will -- tell Hoonmin, but every time Hoonmin’s face nears his, covered in beads of sweat and accompanied with heavy panting, Kiseop finds himself going a little breathless. It takes all his effort to avoid leaning forward and planting a kiss on Hoonmin’s lips.
“Hey, hold me down properly,” Hoonmin puffs out after his fifty-first sit-up.
Kiseop recovers from his fifty-first almost-heart-attack and tightens his steadily loosening grip on Hoonmin’s legs.
When it’s Kiseop’s turn to do sit-ups, he groans internally, but obediently lies down on the mat. He knows he should do them properly to keep the abdominal definition he’d worked so hard for, but he’s not nearly as athletic as Hoonmin, nor as exercise-crazy, so he starts off with little baby crunches, barely lifting his upper body from the ground.
Hoonmin sighs and slaps him on the leg, hard. “Come on, do them properly,” he scolds, holding down Kiseop’s legs. “They’re called sit-ups and not lie-downs for a reason. You have to sit up.”
Kiseop rolls his eyes, then sighs in resignation and suddenly sits straight up, leaving only a hand’s width between his face and Hoonmin’s. Hoonmin flinches slightly. He clears his throat and just tightens his grip on Kiseop’s legs with a face betraying no emotions. Kiseop’s barely two inches away from Hoonmin’s face now, and he lingers for a moment there before lowering himself back down.
“Fifteen,” Kiseop breathes out as he raises himself again, flashing a smile. Hoonmin smiles weakly back.
“Sixteen.” Hoonmin’s uneven breathing tickles his cheek.
“Seventeen.”
Kiseop’s heart is thudding in his chest, from a combination of exercise-fuelled adrenaline and pure exhilaration. Hoonmin squeezes his eyes shut and tries to even out his breathing. Kiseop inches nearer, drawing their faces together until their lips are a centimetre apart, almost meeting --
And blows a raspberry.
Hoonmin jerks back reflexively, pulling a face in surprise. His eyes search Kiseop’s, and Kiseop’s almost sure that his true intentions have been found out, until Hoonmin snorts, slapping Kiseop on the leg. Kiseop bursts out into relieved, childish laughter.
It’s the most stupid thing he’s done in a while -- but he had been so, so close to kissing Hoonmin right there and then, right on the lips, that acting like a five-year-old had seemed like the better option. It was better than having to explain a kiss afterwards, anyway. “I thought it would be funny” doesn’t really cut it.
“You’re such an idiot,” Hoonmin scolds, laughing. “Come on, give me fifty more sit-ups. I’ll hold you down.”
Hoonmin pulls Kiseop’s legs straight and plonks himself on Kiseop’s thighs, pressing down with his palms on Kiseop’s lower abdominals. His hands are just a tiny bit too low for comfort.
Kiseop curses under his breath.
It’s going to be a long night.