this actually isn't smutty
written for Fic Meme right here
Who I want: Mir/Chundoong
What I want: 4 Times Mir bullied Chindoong and the 1 Time Chundoong finally got it
Preferred Rating: lol keep it below r for now, i just want cute makne action 8D
i. He woke abruptly in mid-air with just enough time to wonder how he’d ended up in the air before he crashed painfully to the floor. Groaning pitifully at the abuse on his back, he opened his eyes to see Mir standing above him gloating.
“What was that for?” Chundoong griped as he staggered to his feet.
“You need to wake up. We have a schedule.”
“Doesn’t Seungho usually wake me up?” Chundoong asked Mir but found the younger man gazing distractedly in the vicinity of his crotch. Realizing his morning wood was tenting his sleep pants, Chundoong cursed under his breath and turned his back on Mir.
“I see. So Seungho is allowed to see you first thing in the morning. But not me.” Mir stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Baffled, Chundoong looked around the room. “What the hell?”
ii. He wrestled with Joon on the living room floor. The muscular older man was gaining on him but Chundoong refused to go down without a fight. Suddenly a blur of red and green shoved Joon to the side and pinned Chundoong to the ground. Gasping and gaping, Chundoong stared at Mir who hovered above him and kept his hands pinned to the floor.
“Mireu, what are you doing?” Joon sat up and brushed overlong bangs from his eyes.
“Showing Chundoong that anybody can take him in hand-to-hand combat. Even me.” Lowering his face till he was nose to nose with Chundoong, he said, “But he never wrestles with me.” And bit the tip of Chundoong’s nose harshly.
Struggling and hurting, Chundoong finally bucked Mir off of him and clasped a hand over his throbbing nose. “Man. What the hell?”
Mir just glared at him and stalked off.
Joon just shrugged in bemusement.
iii. He hugged G.O. gratefully. The older man was proving to be a great help in his becoming a better vocalist. G.O. patted his back companionably. “You’re doing a fine job, Doongie. Just keep practicing.”
A hand grabbed Chundoong’s collar and wrenched him backwards, out of G.O.’s arms. G.O. stared, hands falling limply to his sides and mouth hanging open. Chundoong found himself shoved roughly against the wall; his head bounced off the paneling. Wincing and rubbing his aching head, wondering what he’d done to deserve a sore back, nose and head, Chundoong looked at Mir. Of course, it’s Mir, he thought fatalistically. The boy hates me.
“What the hell?” Chundoong began to feel like a broken record.
“It’s time to work on the new single. Not flirt with Byunghee.” Mir snarled, shoved him against the wall again, and stormed out.
G.O. watched the bafflement on Chundoong’s face and sighed. He walked over and gently patted the other man’s shoulder.
iv. He stripped out of the clothes for the broadcast and reached for his street clothes. When he realized they were not on the hangers where they belonged, he glanced around wildly. The other guys had managed to slip into the dressing room earlier but Chundoong had been waylaid by a particularly persistent female staffer for the network. She’d gone on and on about how cute he was and how much she loved his quieter personality from that of his louder, more obnoxious members. She’d wanted his phone number, a date, or ever just a chance to get a kiss from him.
Now his clothes were gone and he wondered where they were. Something niggled the back of his mind. He tried to figure out what it was exactly he’d seen or heard but just couldn’t. Resigned he slipped back into the broadcast clothes. After speaking with one of the coordinators, letting her know his regular clothes had vanished, he finally made his way to the van.
The others made jokes when he told him about his vanishing outfit. All of them except Mir. Mir just sat and smirked. And the smirk triggered Chundoong’s memory. The glare as Mir passed him and the female staffer.
Chundoong muttered, “What the hell?” and lapsed into serious contemplation as smart ass remarks swirled around him.
v. He stared blankly at the television screen. He knew the movie playing, had seen it five times already and loved it every time, but at the moment, he just couldn’t focus on it. In the shadows of the living room, Mir appeared and slouched next to Chundoong on the sofa. Chundoong glanced out of the corner of his eye.
Clearing his throat, he said, “That girl sure is pretty.”
Mir’s expression shifted from relaxed to stormy.
Chundoong watched the shift and said, “But, really, it’s the guy who does it for me. He’s hot. Full lips like Seungho-hyung, ripped abs like Joon-hyung, and dark eyes like G.O.-hyu-“
A right to the jaw snapped his jaw shut, effectively cutting off his words. It hurt, adding another pain to the various ones he’d already received over the course of the day.
“What the hell?” He asked Mir, grabbing the other man’s wrist before he could stomp out of the living room. “What the hell did I do to make you hate me so much?” Even though he suspected it wasn’t hate prompting the lashing out.
Growling, Mir tried to free his wrist. “I don’t hate you. You just piss me off sometimes.”
Chundoong moved closer to Mir, close enough to feel Mir’s breath on his lips, close enough to notice the erratic shift in Mir’s breathing. “No, you don’t hate me. It’s the complete opposite, isn’t it, Mireu?”
When Mir blinked at him in shock and fear and embarrassment, Chundoong thought he should feel stupid being all deep-voiced and aggressive but something about the other’s big eyes and parted lips kept feelings of stupidity at bay. “You’re in love with me, Mireu.”
Sliding a finger over Mir’s lower lip, Chundoong smiled at the sharp inhalation. “It’s good since I’m in love with you too.”
This time Chundoong’s aches came from shared pleasure.
Who I want: Mir/Chundoong
What I want: 4 Times Mir bullied Chindoong and the 1 Time Chundoong finally got it
Preferred Rating: lol keep it below r for now, i just want cute makne action 8D
i. He woke abruptly in mid-air with just enough time to wonder how he’d ended up in the air before he crashed painfully to the floor. Groaning pitifully at the abuse on his back, he opened his eyes to see Mir standing above him gloating.
“What was that for?” Chundoong griped as he staggered to his feet.
“You need to wake up. We have a schedule.”
“Doesn’t Seungho usually wake me up?” Chundoong asked Mir but found the younger man gazing distractedly in the vicinity of his crotch. Realizing his morning wood was tenting his sleep pants, Chundoong cursed under his breath and turned his back on Mir.
“I see. So Seungho is allowed to see you first thing in the morning. But not me.” Mir stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Baffled, Chundoong looked around the room. “What the hell?”
ii. He wrestled with Joon on the living room floor. The muscular older man was gaining on him but Chundoong refused to go down without a fight. Suddenly a blur of red and green shoved Joon to the side and pinned Chundoong to the ground. Gasping and gaping, Chundoong stared at Mir who hovered above him and kept his hands pinned to the floor.
“Mireu, what are you doing?” Joon sat up and brushed overlong bangs from his eyes.
“Showing Chundoong that anybody can take him in hand-to-hand combat. Even me.” Lowering his face till he was nose to nose with Chundoong, he said, “But he never wrestles with me.” And bit the tip of Chundoong’s nose harshly.
Struggling and hurting, Chundoong finally bucked Mir off of him and clasped a hand over his throbbing nose. “Man. What the hell?”
Mir just glared at him and stalked off.
Joon just shrugged in bemusement.
iii. He hugged G.O. gratefully. The older man was proving to be a great help in his becoming a better vocalist. G.O. patted his back companionably. “You’re doing a fine job, Doongie. Just keep practicing.”
A hand grabbed Chundoong’s collar and wrenched him backwards, out of G.O.’s arms. G.O. stared, hands falling limply to his sides and mouth hanging open. Chundoong found himself shoved roughly against the wall; his head bounced off the paneling. Wincing and rubbing his aching head, wondering what he’d done to deserve a sore back, nose and head, Chundoong looked at Mir. Of course, it’s Mir, he thought fatalistically. The boy hates me.
“What the hell?” Chundoong began to feel like a broken record.
“It’s time to work on the new single. Not flirt with Byunghee.” Mir snarled, shoved him against the wall again, and stormed out.
G.O. watched the bafflement on Chundoong’s face and sighed. He walked over and gently patted the other man’s shoulder.
iv. He stripped out of the clothes for the broadcast and reached for his street clothes. When he realized they were not on the hangers where they belonged, he glanced around wildly. The other guys had managed to slip into the dressing room earlier but Chundoong had been waylaid by a particularly persistent female staffer for the network. She’d gone on and on about how cute he was and how much she loved his quieter personality from that of his louder, more obnoxious members. She’d wanted his phone number, a date, or ever just a chance to get a kiss from him.
Now his clothes were gone and he wondered where they were. Something niggled the back of his mind. He tried to figure out what it was exactly he’d seen or heard but just couldn’t. Resigned he slipped back into the broadcast clothes. After speaking with one of the coordinators, letting her know his regular clothes had vanished, he finally made his way to the van.
The others made jokes when he told him about his vanishing outfit. All of them except Mir. Mir just sat and smirked. And the smirk triggered Chundoong’s memory. The glare as Mir passed him and the female staffer.
Chundoong muttered, “What the hell?” and lapsed into serious contemplation as smart ass remarks swirled around him.
v. He stared blankly at the television screen. He knew the movie playing, had seen it five times already and loved it every time, but at the moment, he just couldn’t focus on it. In the shadows of the living room, Mir appeared and slouched next to Chundoong on the sofa. Chundoong glanced out of the corner of his eye.
Clearing his throat, he said, “That girl sure is pretty.”
Mir’s expression shifted from relaxed to stormy.
Chundoong watched the shift and said, “But, really, it’s the guy who does it for me. He’s hot. Full lips like Seungho-hyung, ripped abs like Joon-hyung, and dark eyes like G.O.-hyu-“
A right to the jaw snapped his jaw shut, effectively cutting off his words. It hurt, adding another pain to the various ones he’d already received over the course of the day.
“What the hell?” He asked Mir, grabbing the other man’s wrist before he could stomp out of the living room. “What the hell did I do to make you hate me so much?” Even though he suspected it wasn’t hate prompting the lashing out.
Growling, Mir tried to free his wrist. “I don’t hate you. You just piss me off sometimes.”
Chundoong moved closer to Mir, close enough to feel Mir’s breath on his lips, close enough to notice the erratic shift in Mir’s breathing. “No, you don’t hate me. It’s the complete opposite, isn’t it, Mireu?”
When Mir blinked at him in shock and fear and embarrassment, Chundoong thought he should feel stupid being all deep-voiced and aggressive but something about the other’s big eyes and parted lips kept feelings of stupidity at bay. “You’re in love with me, Mireu.”
Sliding a finger over Mir’s lower lip, Chundoong smiled at the sharp inhalation. “It’s good since I’m in love with you too.”
This time Chundoong’s aches came from shared pleasure.