who let the dogs out? woof, woof, woof......wtf?
for kiri125
This is the first part of the fic I'm writing for you. You requested jealousy, fighting, angry sex. Well, here be jealousy. ^____^
Title: Of Puppies, Hounds, and Dobermans
Pairing: Mir/Thunder
Rating: PG for now
Length: longish one-shot...will post in parts. so this is 1 of 2...maybe 3
A/N: many thanks to temporal_witch for aiding and abetting this fic. your brainstorming assistance was greatly appreciated. ::heart::
“I hope you guys are hungry. I think I bought one of everything on the menu.” Bi looked sheepishly at the bags filling his arms. Thunder gawked at the sheer amount of food.
“How did you manage to knock without dropping anything, hyung?” He grabbed a couple of precariously perched bags and stepped back for Bi to enter.
Shaking his head ruefully, Bi muttered, “Carefully. Very carefully.”
Thunder laughed as he followed his boss and mentor into the kitchen. Lured by the smell of food and the sound of bags rustling, the rest of MBLAQ boys piled into the small kitchen. Chairs scraped back on the floor. Bags were grabbed and shifted, placed on the table and then moved again. Joon complained when Seungho got to the container of noodles before he did. G.O. shoved Mir out of his way with a harsh push and an ever so polite “excuse me.” Bi claimed the nearest chair like a child desperate to win a game of musical chairs.
Thunder found himself unceremoniously shoved into a chair right next to Bi. He’d been planning on sitting next to Mir. Planned to hold hands even if it meant eating awkwardly with his non-dominant hand. He’d even planned to maybe indulge in a little footsy and letting Mir know he loved him. He knew he’d been so caught in other things, family things, work things, that he hadn’t given Mir the attention he needed.
Instead he sat next to Bi while Mir sat across the table with that pathetic puppy dog look in his brown eyes.
“What did you think of my promotional pictures?”
Thunder glanced away from Mir. “They were interesting. I’m sure the fangirls loved every inch of exposed skin.”
“I aim to please. The fans.” Bi smirked a little.
“I bet you managed it with no problems.”
“Yea. Everyone knows Bi-hyung has one of the best bodies in the business,” Joon said around a mouthful of vegetables.
“Thank you, Joon-ah.” Trying to look modest and failing, Bi glanced at Mir, planning to ask why he was so quiet.
The death glare he was shooting across the table told Bi more than any words why the baby of the group was so reserved. A devilish little grin curled his mouth, unnoticed by his dongsengs. “So, Thunder. Have you been working out like we discussed the other day?”
Surprised, he nearly dropped his chopsticks. “You remember that conversation?”
“I remember everything you ever say to me.” Bi dropped his voice a decibel, purring the words.
“Oh. Er. Well, that’s nice.” Flustered, Thunder said, “I have started working out, lifting weights and stuff. But slowly, like you said so I don’t hurt myself.”
“Good boy.” Bi caressed Thunder’s dark hair in approval. “We can’t have you hurting yourself.”
Confused at the purr in Bi’s voice but pleased at the praise, he straightened a little and smiled. “Thanks for all the advice.”
“Anything to help you keep your body looking good.” Peeking out the corner of his eye, he nearly laughed out loud at the red flush of anger filling Mir’s complexion. The boy really needed to learn to share Thunder’s attention.
Thunder’s eyes widened. “You think I have a good body? I mean, I know you say that about Joon but…” he trailed off when Bi rested a finger against his lips.
“I do think so. It’s not cut like Joon’s but it is attractive. I should know since I’ve seen all of it, yes?”
“True. And your opinion means a lot.” Happy, oblivious to the storm brewing across the table, Thunder dug into his food with a newfound gusto.
Bi eyed him approvingly. “I like a man with a healthy appetite.” He slid the words out slickly. Thunder didn’t notice but Mir caught the double entendre and slammed his spoon down on the table.
“I’ve lost my appetite. Hyung.” He spat out the last word like a poison and left the table.
Thunder glanced up at the retreating back. “Mir, baby, what’s-“
“You. Just. Shut. Up.” Without bothering to glance back, he stalked from the room.
Three members stared at Thunder in question and he stared back at them in confusion. Bi simply continued eating and chatting like nothing had happened.
This is the first part of the fic I'm writing for you. You requested jealousy, fighting, angry sex. Well, here be jealousy. ^____^
Title: Of Puppies, Hounds, and Dobermans
Pairing: Mir/Thunder
Rating: PG for now
Length: longish one-shot...will post in parts. so this is 1 of 2...maybe 3
A/N: many thanks to temporal_witch for aiding and abetting this fic. your brainstorming assistance was greatly appreciated. ::heart::
“I hope you guys are hungry. I think I bought one of everything on the menu.” Bi looked sheepishly at the bags filling his arms. Thunder gawked at the sheer amount of food.
“How did you manage to knock without dropping anything, hyung?” He grabbed a couple of precariously perched bags and stepped back for Bi to enter.
Shaking his head ruefully, Bi muttered, “Carefully. Very carefully.”
Thunder laughed as he followed his boss and mentor into the kitchen. Lured by the smell of food and the sound of bags rustling, the rest of MBLAQ boys piled into the small kitchen. Chairs scraped back on the floor. Bags were grabbed and shifted, placed on the table and then moved again. Joon complained when Seungho got to the container of noodles before he did. G.O. shoved Mir out of his way with a harsh push and an ever so polite “excuse me.” Bi claimed the nearest chair like a child desperate to win a game of musical chairs.
Thunder found himself unceremoniously shoved into a chair right next to Bi. He’d been planning on sitting next to Mir. Planned to hold hands even if it meant eating awkwardly with his non-dominant hand. He’d even planned to maybe indulge in a little footsy and letting Mir know he loved him. He knew he’d been so caught in other things, family things, work things, that he hadn’t given Mir the attention he needed.
Instead he sat next to Bi while Mir sat across the table with that pathetic puppy dog look in his brown eyes.
“What did you think of my promotional pictures?”
Thunder glanced away from Mir. “They were interesting. I’m sure the fangirls loved every inch of exposed skin.”
“I aim to please. The fans.” Bi smirked a little.
“I bet you managed it with no problems.”
“Yea. Everyone knows Bi-hyung has one of the best bodies in the business,” Joon said around a mouthful of vegetables.
“Thank you, Joon-ah.” Trying to look modest and failing, Bi glanced at Mir, planning to ask why he was so quiet.
The death glare he was shooting across the table told Bi more than any words why the baby of the group was so reserved. A devilish little grin curled his mouth, unnoticed by his dongsengs. “So, Thunder. Have you been working out like we discussed the other day?”
Surprised, he nearly dropped his chopsticks. “You remember that conversation?”
“I remember everything you ever say to me.” Bi dropped his voice a decibel, purring the words.
“Oh. Er. Well, that’s nice.” Flustered, Thunder said, “I have started working out, lifting weights and stuff. But slowly, like you said so I don’t hurt myself.”
“Good boy.” Bi caressed Thunder’s dark hair in approval. “We can’t have you hurting yourself.”
Confused at the purr in Bi’s voice but pleased at the praise, he straightened a little and smiled. “Thanks for all the advice.”
“Anything to help you keep your body looking good.” Peeking out the corner of his eye, he nearly laughed out loud at the red flush of anger filling Mir’s complexion. The boy really needed to learn to share Thunder’s attention.
Thunder’s eyes widened. “You think I have a good body? I mean, I know you say that about Joon but…” he trailed off when Bi rested a finger against his lips.
“I do think so. It’s not cut like Joon’s but it is attractive. I should know since I’ve seen all of it, yes?”
“True. And your opinion means a lot.” Happy, oblivious to the storm brewing across the table, Thunder dug into his food with a newfound gusto.
Bi eyed him approvingly. “I like a man with a healthy appetite.” He slid the words out slickly. Thunder didn’t notice but Mir caught the double entendre and slammed his spoon down on the table.
“I’ve lost my appetite. Hyung.” He spat out the last word like a poison and left the table.
Thunder glanced up at the retreating back. “Mir, baby, what’s-“
“You. Just. Shut. Up.” Without bothering to glance back, he stalked from the room.
Three members stared at Thunder in question and he stared back at them in confusion. Bi simply continued eating and chatting like nothing had happened.