writing again....
written for First MBLAQ meme! don't let it die! XD
Who I want: Jinwoon/Mir
What I want: Something about the kiss on Idol Magnae Rebellion
a/n: there was no preferred rating so i tried to keep it PG-ish. oh. i guess this is sorta angsty.
He admitted to himself he’d done it on purpose. Mir’s lips had proven too great a temptation and he’d sinned. Perhaps not as completely as he would have liked but still he’d tasted that forbidden fruit. And he acknowledged he would do it again in a heartbeat.
Especially with no cameras present. Certainly with no people present except him and Mir.
A knock on the dressing room door had Jinwoon answering “Come in” absently as he finished removing the make-up caked on for filming. It had been over a month since that kiss and it still haunted his dreams. Still woke him up at night in a sweat with a throbbing hard-on. Sometimes he even thought he could feel Mir’s lips on him.
Jinwoon snorted in self-disgust. He was becoming delusional with unrequited lust.
“Uh. Can I talk to you for a minute?” Bang Chulyong’s voice caused him to drop the tissue he was using to wipe off foundation.
He swiveled the chair around and saw the object of his lust standing awkwardly, his back against the door. “Mir. What an unexpected surprise.”
Fidgeting, avoiding the other man’s gaze, Mir stuttered, “Uh well. I need to talk to you about that…that incident a while back.”
“Incident?” Lifting an eyebrow, Jinwoon studied Mir’s flushed face and hunched posture.
“You know. The incident. On Magnae Rebellion.” After a prolonged silence, Mir sighed and pinned Jinwoon with his glare. “Look. It was a stupid accident. You and I both know it was an accident but people are making a fuss.”
“People are?” Jinwoon thought the initial shocked or cheerful reactions of fangirls had faded. Fangirls could be so easily distracted by the next bit of skinship, the next shiny thing.
Huffing, expression growing darker, Mir bit out, “Yes, people are. Specifically your hyungs and mine. They are having phone conversations abou it.”
“Really?” Obviously he’d been too caught up in his lustful musings to notice.
“Really. Earlier, during one of the breaks, Seungho cornered me and ordered me to clear things up with you. Seems your hyungs claim you are distracted and sometimes a little morose.” At Jinwoon’s blank stare, Mir nearly shouted, “They blame it on me!”
Disappointed by the distress in Mir’s voice and face, Jinwoon nodded. “I understand. I’ll take care of it since you aren’t to blame. I can’t believe they think it is because of some silly little accident on Magnae Rebellion.” He did his best to interject disbelief into his voice.
Mir stared at him for a beat as if searching his expression for something more than amused disbelief. Finally he nodded. “Good then. Glad we got that cleared up.” With a bow, Mir left the dressing room.
Jinwoon gazed blankly at the closed door before turning back to the mirror. Methodically he continued removing his make-up. When his erstwhile group members roughhoused their way into the room, he was ready with a razor smile and biting words.
And a firmly in-place mask.
Who I want: Jinwoon/Mir
What I want: Something about the kiss on Idol Magnae Rebellion
a/n: there was no preferred rating so i tried to keep it PG-ish. oh. i guess this is sorta angsty.
He admitted to himself he’d done it on purpose. Mir’s lips had proven too great a temptation and he’d sinned. Perhaps not as completely as he would have liked but still he’d tasted that forbidden fruit. And he acknowledged he would do it again in a heartbeat.
Especially with no cameras present. Certainly with no people present except him and Mir.
A knock on the dressing room door had Jinwoon answering “Come in” absently as he finished removing the make-up caked on for filming. It had been over a month since that kiss and it still haunted his dreams. Still woke him up at night in a sweat with a throbbing hard-on. Sometimes he even thought he could feel Mir’s lips on him.
Jinwoon snorted in self-disgust. He was becoming delusional with unrequited lust.
“Uh. Can I talk to you for a minute?” Bang Chulyong’s voice caused him to drop the tissue he was using to wipe off foundation.
He swiveled the chair around and saw the object of his lust standing awkwardly, his back against the door. “Mir. What an unexpected surprise.”
Fidgeting, avoiding the other man’s gaze, Mir stuttered, “Uh well. I need to talk to you about that…that incident a while back.”
“Incident?” Lifting an eyebrow, Jinwoon studied Mir’s flushed face and hunched posture.
“You know. The incident. On Magnae Rebellion.” After a prolonged silence, Mir sighed and pinned Jinwoon with his glare. “Look. It was a stupid accident. You and I both know it was an accident but people are making a fuss.”
“People are?” Jinwoon thought the initial shocked or cheerful reactions of fangirls had faded. Fangirls could be so easily distracted by the next bit of skinship, the next shiny thing.
Huffing, expression growing darker, Mir bit out, “Yes, people are. Specifically your hyungs and mine. They are having phone conversations abou it.”
“Really?” Obviously he’d been too caught up in his lustful musings to notice.
“Really. Earlier, during one of the breaks, Seungho cornered me and ordered me to clear things up with you. Seems your hyungs claim you are distracted and sometimes a little morose.” At Jinwoon’s blank stare, Mir nearly shouted, “They blame it on me!”
Disappointed by the distress in Mir’s voice and face, Jinwoon nodded. “I understand. I’ll take care of it since you aren’t to blame. I can’t believe they think it is because of some silly little accident on Magnae Rebellion.” He did his best to interject disbelief into his voice.
Mir stared at him for a beat as if searching his expression for something more than amused disbelief. Finally he nodded. “Good then. Glad we got that cleared up.” With a bow, Mir left the dressing room.
Jinwoon gazed blankly at the closed door before turning back to the mirror. Methodically he continued removing his make-up. When his erstwhile group members roughhoused their way into the room, he was ready with a razor smile and biting words.
And a firmly in-place mask.