for vipjuly
Title: Hands On
Rating: R
Pairing: KanJun [Kan x Yejun]
Summary: It was just choreography; the only thing getting him hot should have been the lights on stage.
Notes: Happy Jiggyversary! The prompt from the ever-popular vipjuly was a Kan/Yejun, regarding the part of the Midnight Sun choreography where Yejun is… basically felt up by his hyung. KanJun confuses me but I loved this idea, so I used it xD Even so the sheer… awkwardness of this pairing for me wouldn’t let me get smutty. I got as close as I could though :( I hope you like it July ♥
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Suddenly his mind went blank.
The only thing the youth could comprehend at that moment was the tingling sensation that the movement had left behind on his chest; how those fingers tickled against his exposed collarbone; how his breath had hitched so unexpectedly mid-note. It was hard to be sure, but if his face was as hot as it felt, the maknae’s cheeks were likely a deep shade of scarlet. He could vaguely hear music in the background, but at this point in time, he wasn’t sure if his mind was just creating an audio to drown out the sound of his pulse hammering in his ear… What was he doing again?
“Yejun-ah?”
Yejun blinked. The vision quickly returned to his blind eyes, the vocalist now becoming very aware of the state he was in. Kan stared up at him, blinking, trying to read any kind of expression on the younger’s face that would tell him, or at least give him a hint, as to what the hell had just happened. The pounding rhythm and electric violins were cut off along with the music players energy supply. “Yejunnie, are you feeling okay?” The maknae shook his head. Kan straightened and stepped back, giving the younger some temporary breathing room - about three second until LeeU took his place and totally invaded the maknae’s personal space. “You’re a bit flushed. Do you have a fever?”
“Uh…” he didn’t get to answer before the smaller vocalist pressed a sweaty palm to his forehead. The youth slapped the hand away, receiving a scowl for his action, but LeeU said nothing. “I’m fine. Just overheated I guess.” With Kan’s hair stuck to his forehead and the lights reflecting the moisture trickling down Jinon’s face, it had to have been one of the worst excuses to offer at that point in time, and everyone knew that. Yejun bit his lower lip softly, slowly taking measured steps back towards the door. “I’m gonna take five.” And before anyone could protest, the maknae had left, slamming the door behind him. Baffled looks were exchanged between the three remaining idols, but what could they do but wait?
No one followed after him, not even when that ‘five’ turned into a ‘sixteen.’ Eventually, they concluded that whatever had distracted Yejun was severe enough to the point that he wasn’t coming back to practice that evening, and they were better off just continuing on without him. The fact behind the matter was that Yejun was really just three feet away from the door, slouched against the wall, water bottle being tossed idly between his hands. After roughly an hour of trying to sort out his thoughts and his brain locking up the moment it tried to replay the scene of Kan’s hand traveling up his chest, Yejun felt it best to just… get out of there. Thus, after gathering his things, he did exactly that.
They all had dinner together that night and chatted as if nothing had happened. Whether that was because no one really cared why Yejun had left, or that they just dared not to ask, no one could really be sure. Towards the end of the meal, the happening was all but forgotten, and after clean up, they all went about their own tasks. Of course, it was ‘forgotten’ by all but Yejun, who locked himself in the bedroom to practice his steps in privacy. Actually, this wasn’t so out of the ordinary, and no one even gave the bedroom door a second glance when they heard him singing behind it. Just as he had before though, the moment he came to the shared steps between Kan and himself, the maknae was unable to progress any further. He groaned, tugging at his hair before flopping back on the bed. Something needed to be done about this, and he knew just who to ask.
“Hyung!” The door to the office was literally kicked open, causing Jinon to jump and drop his pen. The door bounced against the wall and swung back, nearly catching Yejun’s foot in the doorway, and it likely would have if he hadn’t already began entering the room… so it caught his shoulder instead. “Hyung, we have a problem!” Blinking stupidly, the leader nodded slowly, leaning down to pick up the fallen writing utensil. As he straightened, waiting for the maknae to continue, Yejun suddenly lost the ability to speak. He stared, blinked, and stared a bit longer. Jinon opened his mouth to speak, and at that moment, the vocalist found the will to continue. “I’m… struggling with the choreography a bit. The lineup is all weird. Jinonie-hyungie~” he pouted, “we need to change it!”
“Huh?” Jinon’s brow arched high upon his head. “Yejunnie, we can’t just… change it. We’ve learned too much of it already. There’s not enough time to rework a whole new dance set and learn it in time for our come back. I’m sure you know that.” He paused. “Why do you need it changed anyway?”
Yejun hesitated. The maknae glanced at the far wall, contemplating his next few words, IE, his next lie. “Kan pushes a bit too hard and it hurts,” he scratched his head. “and sometimes his steps are bigger than usual, so I misjudge and trip.”
“You’ve never tripped.”
“Can’t you and him trade places?”
Jinon’s words died on his lips, whatever lines he had prepared falling apart in a sputtering mess. “I ca- we can- no. No Yejun, I can’t. The choreographer set it up this way, so we need to do it.” Yejun puffed out his cheeks and pouted, arms crossed over his chest. An odd silence fell between them, and suddenly, Jinon picked up on something. His brow furrowed, finger thoughtfully tapping against his chin. “It’s not the dance that’s the problem,” he began. Yejun’s body stiffened, “It’s Kan!” The maknae’s mouth opened, as if he wanted to spit out some kind of venom-laced comeback, but the only thing that left his mouth was a wordless breath. The rapper shook his head, picking up his cellphone. “I don’t know what kind of issues may have popped up between you two, but get over it alright? We really don’t have time to be dealing with these kind of things.”
“Get over it?” Yejun spat, Jinon’s cellphone picking the perfect time to go off, “and how the hell am I supposed to do that hyung?”
Jinon shrugged, taking a look at the display on his phone. The manager definitely wasn’t a call to be put off, and thus, he’d have to listen to Yejun bitch some other time. He stood from his seat, and smiled at the younger before pressing the phone to his ear. “Jump?”
“… what does that even mean?” But alas, the vocalists question would go unanswered, for Jinon was out the door before he could even finish asking it. In the end, however, he doubted Jinon would have answered anyway. Groaning loudly, Yejun dropped to his knees, smacking his head on the desk in the process and giving him a-whole-nother reason to cry. “Jump,” he repeated, rubbing the sore spot on his cranium. Jinon wasn’t stupid, but Yejun was fairly certain their leader had no idea what he was saying at times. Then again, it was also just as possible that Jinon knew too well what needed to be done.
He spent another hour sulking in the office, barely moving from his fallen position. Eventually, Jinon came back in, stared at the maknae’s back for a moment, then continued on as if everything were normal. “LeeU and I need to run out to the studio. We’ll be back in an hour or two.” A muffled groan was his only response, but he took it with a grain of salt(the whole bag really), giving the other boy a reassuring pat on the back before exiting once again. Yejun sighed, slowly glancing over his shoulder at the now shut door. He blinked, brow furrowing, thoughts rolling over in his head one after another. Well, if he and Kan had the dorm to themselves for a bit, now would be the proper time for confrontation, wouldn’t it? With a determined nod, the maknae got to his feet. Now… what the hell was he going to say?
The chipper, older man was easy enough to find since he had the attention span of a goldfish with an artistic mind. Yejun was fairly sure Kan had been assigned kitchen duty, which meant the dishes would still be piled in the sink and the counter would still have remnants of the meal they’d prepared. Instead, the rapper was found leaning over the back of the couch, face assumably pressed against the window. The younger of the two said nothing, stepping silently closer with a puzzled expression. A soft click was heard in the silence, Kan shifting afterwards. Aaah, so that’s what he was doing. The sun had started to set, which did provide some nice scenery. “Hyung.”
Turning a bit too quickly and just as careless, Kan rotated with just enough force to smack Yejun in the face with the lens of his camera. Apparently the maknae was much closer than either of them had thought. He yelped, covering his face and staggering back, followed by a horrified shriek from his senior. “Oppa didn’t mean it! Let me rub it better!” While he was sure Kan meant well, Yejun really didn’t appreciate him yanking his had away and twisting the heel of his palm in his eye socket, nor was he fond of the way he squished his cheeks in an ‘affectionate’ manner. “Do I need to kiss it?”
“Knock it off.” Kan seemed to pout a bit, but after a bit of guidance from the other boy, he was persuaded to remove his hands from that angelic face. Basically, this translated to Yejun grasping both of those fumbling hands and pushing the taller performer away before he felt the need to smother him in his bosom. Even if his further displays of apology weren’t necessary, Kan felt he’d gotten his point across, flopping back onto the couch and fidgeting with his camera. “Can we… umm…” He still hadn’t formulated what he was going to address. Actually, Yejun didn’t plan much of anything. He just wandered out here and started gabbing. Kan looked up expectantly. “Can we run through the Midnight Sun choreography?”
“Huh?” Kan blinked, setting down his camera on the couch before standing and stretching. “Why? We have more practice tomorrow. Give it a rest for the evening.”
“It’s your damn fault that I’m struggling so can we go through it please!” The photographer simply stared. Yejun’s face had taken on a bit of color, his fingers curled into tight fists, his left eyebrow twitching the slightest bit. All Kan could do was stare. He wasn’t quite sure how anything within the dance routine could be his fault, but clearly Yejun saw a reason to blame him for his performance difficulties. The younger huffed, trying to regain himself. “Can we just come to an agreement?” Kan’s arms crossed over his chest, by this point thoroughly intrigued at every single thing that came out of Yejun’s mouth. “Don’t touch me. You can do the motion, just,” his hand slid up through the air, mimicking the motion that Kan had been assigned to do against his chest, “… don’t touch me, okay?”
“Why? What’s the big deal?” Like a child told ‘don’t do that!’ Kan immediately reached out and disobeyed, palms stroking against the other boys right pectoral and eliciting a very interesting reaction. Yejun shuddered, cheeks becoming just a little more pink and eyes half-lidded, fogged vision clearing with a blink once he realized Kan was staring. The elder blinked right back, then broke the awkward moment with an unusually chipper smile. Of course, such awkward reactions weren’t anything out of the ordinary for their dear Kan. “Are you sure this is a problem? You seemed to like it quite a bit~”
“Shut up!” His hand was smacked away, the maknae stepping back, once again trying to pull himself together. “It makes it hard for me to sing and I fumble during rehearsal after we go through that. Not to mention it’s not the best condition to be in on stage.” He frowned. “Jinon-hyung said to work out whatever issue I had with you, so I was hoping we could just come to an agreement. So, I think not touching would be the easiest thing. Your back’s to the crowd anyway so it’s not like they’ll n- wh-what are you doing!?” They all knew better than to leave Kan to his own devices, and Yejun had made the mistake of taking his eyes off of him. At this point, the other man had somehow made his way behind the vocalist and slipped his hands beneath his shirt, tickling the smooth plane of his abdomen.
Kan smiled. “I think you stressed yourself out. I’m trying to help you relax.” Yejun’s eyebrow twitched. While he didn’t want to admit that Kan may have been onto something, the attention his body was receiving wasn’t something he’d be willing to push away so easily… even though he refused to acknowledge that fact to himself. “Since you liked me touching your chest so much, I figured elsewhere might have the same effect. Am I right?” He most definitely was, but Yejun had a hunch that his senior had no idea just how right he was.
Goosebumps lifted on his flesh as Kan’s hands continued to wander, gliding back to trail along the thin boys spine. He shivered, and while he should have been relieved when Kan removed his appendages from under his shirt, part of him had hoped he wouldn’t have stopped anytime soon. Instead, he settled for a much more innocent shoulder rub, humming a tune that Yejun wasn’t familiar with. Yeah, this was nice too, but it didn’t have quite the same… effect. Upon completion of his pampering, Yejun turned to face his hyung, and immediately had his face cupped between two strong hands. “Feel better?” That dorky grin was still plastered on his face, only widening as he squished those adorable cheeks. He wasn’t open about it, but Kan sort of missed the baby fat Yejun had lost in his face.
The maknae blinked. “I… um…” another blink. “I guess so.” Apparently his answer was acceptable, and he was rewarded with a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose, causing the offended area to wrinkle cutely. The first time Kan had displayed affection towards him, he’d screamed and locked himself in the pantry. After that first incident however, his random PDA had just kind of been accepted as part of him. Skinship was easy - that was just the next step, he supposed. A few more blinks were offered during the silence that fell between them, when Kan finally spoke, his hands dropping to rest on his hips.
“So, am I allowed to touch you then?” Yejun nodded, Kan giggled. “Good. Now, about that practice?”
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Everything had started out just fine. They sang, they danced, and they even managed to get over Yejun’s little ‘hitch’ area. Although, they didn’t get much further passed that. It was hard to determine who initiated what, and though the maknae’s mind hadn’t completely fogged over this time around, those fingers had virtually seared his flesh and ignited a whole new sensation inside of him. Dance practice was forgotten in favor of tasting one anothers lips, and oh was it worth losing those few extra minutes of rehearsal. The old, bleached blond tresses would have been much more fun to weave his fingers through and tug on, but Kan’s shorter and darker cut seemed to work just as well.
Not that Yejun really had much experience kissing, and it showed. Timid and sloppy as they were, they got the job done. Equilibrium apparently wasn’t much of a priority anymore, and the two fell clumsily backwards onto the couch, Yejun landing between Kan’s legs with a surprised squeak. Those sinful fingers went back to work, sneaking beneath the clothing covering the younger boys upper half, taking his sweet time to explore and relish in the shaky breaths leaving the maknae’s mouth. His fingers hooked under the hem of the troublesome t-shirt, pulling it up and over the youths head and tossing it to some forgotten corner of the room.
Things were getting interesting, and while every inch of his body was screaming for more, Yejun’s brain just couldn’t quite accept it just yet. His hands settled on Kan’s still clothed shoulders, pushing him back against the couch and denying him of the attention he desperately wanted to give his clavicle. Flush-faced but still stable minded, Yejun blinked, giving his senior a hard look. “What are we doing?” A kiss was one thing; awkward for a while maybe, but easy enough to brush off and get over. This… what was this going to do? Hell, what was this even? A fierce makeout session, or did Kan’s hands have other ideas?
Kan seemed much less concerned, though returned the look with a questioning one of his own. “Do you want to stop?” That wasn’t exactly what Yejun was getting at, nor was that a question he wanted to be asked. His brows knit together, cheeks puffing the slightest bit. It wasn’t a challenging question, what with there only being two answers. However, the time it took him to decide on one would make it seem as if this were a life or death situation. Kan’s hands moved, fingers gliding down Yejun’s stomach to settle on those sharp hips and causing yet another shudder to rack his body. Needless to say, his answer suddenly became that much easier to decide.
“No.” with the simple reply, lips were sealed once more and hands began to explore. It took a bit of warming up, but soon Yejun too allowed himself a few light touches, mapping out the dips and curves of Kan’s well-muscled chest and committing it to memory, as well as the way his body arched up the slightest bit into his hand. He didn’t consider himself the dominant type, but seeing and feeling Kan so eager to please and be pleased caused him to smirk against his hyungs lips. His coy façade was shattered by a startled gasp when Kan’s hands snaked around to grip firmly at his backside, then proceeded to lift them both off of the couch. Yejun yelped, wrapping his arms around the others neck and legs about his waist, clinging as if Kan were secretly plotting to throw him out the window.
“Not enough room out here.” His heart jumped up to his throat, but it wasn’t as if the younger didn’t see this coming, face darkening as he gave a wordless nod. Kan smiled, taking the both into the bedroom and bumping the door shut with those delicious honey thighs. His goal had been to help Yejun relax and make him feel good, and it was obvious by the way the boy writhed on the mattress that he was pushing all the right buttons and saying just the right things. The room was filled with giggles and murmurs, a breathy moan breaking that awkward ‘first time’ atmosphere when a hand landed in just the right place. Sheets and clothing rustled, and though both performers were thoroughly enjoying themselves, they were both still incredibly inexperienced.
“What do I do?”
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A soft click was heard as the music player was shut off, LeeU immediately hooting and hollering at a job well done. For the first time, they’d had a completely successful run through. All notes were hit, and all steps were made. While LeeU found it thoroughly appropriate to celebrate by bouncing childishly around Kan, their leader took a more… formal approach to the matter. He grinned happily, draping an arm around the unsuspecting maknae. “Great! So, I take it you and Kan got all of your differences settled last night?”
Yejun grinned right back, the slight blush on his face going, for the most part, unnoticed. “Yeah. We had a nice talk and now everything is fine.” Jinon nodded, squeezing the others shoulder before leaving him be. Yejun chuckled to himself, hands in his pockets and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Jinon didn’t need to know all of the details that happened, because, yes, they had talked, and they did work it out. It was just very likely that this wasn’t what Jinon had in mind. Scooping up his water bottle and drinking from it, the maknae shared a glance with the rapper, still being gabbed at by LeeU. Kan smiled, and Yejun returned it as best as he could from behind the plastic.
Everyone had their ways of relaxing under stress.
Maybe “this” would be theirs.
Rating: R
Pairing: KanJun [Kan x Yejun]
Summary: It was just choreography; the only thing getting him hot should have been the lights on stage.
Notes: Happy Jiggyversary! The prompt from the ever-popular vipjuly was a Kan/Yejun, regarding the part of the Midnight Sun choreography where Yejun is… basically felt up by his hyung. KanJun confuses me but I loved this idea, so I used it xD Even so the sheer… awkwardness of this pairing for me wouldn’t let me get smutty. I got as close as I could though :( I hope you like it July ♥
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Suddenly his mind went blank.
The only thing the youth could comprehend at that moment was the tingling sensation that the movement had left behind on his chest; how those fingers tickled against his exposed collarbone; how his breath had hitched so unexpectedly mid-note. It was hard to be sure, but if his face was as hot as it felt, the maknae’s cheeks were likely a deep shade of scarlet. He could vaguely hear music in the background, but at this point in time, he wasn’t sure if his mind was just creating an audio to drown out the sound of his pulse hammering in his ear… What was he doing again?
“Yejun-ah?”
Yejun blinked. The vision quickly returned to his blind eyes, the vocalist now becoming very aware of the state he was in. Kan stared up at him, blinking, trying to read any kind of expression on the younger’s face that would tell him, or at least give him a hint, as to what the hell had just happened. The pounding rhythm and electric violins were cut off along with the music players energy supply. “Yejunnie, are you feeling okay?” The maknae shook his head. Kan straightened and stepped back, giving the younger some temporary breathing room - about three second until LeeU took his place and totally invaded the maknae’s personal space. “You’re a bit flushed. Do you have a fever?”
“Uh…” he didn’t get to answer before the smaller vocalist pressed a sweaty palm to his forehead. The youth slapped the hand away, receiving a scowl for his action, but LeeU said nothing. “I’m fine. Just overheated I guess.” With Kan’s hair stuck to his forehead and the lights reflecting the moisture trickling down Jinon’s face, it had to have been one of the worst excuses to offer at that point in time, and everyone knew that. Yejun bit his lower lip softly, slowly taking measured steps back towards the door. “I’m gonna take five.” And before anyone could protest, the maknae had left, slamming the door behind him. Baffled looks were exchanged between the three remaining idols, but what could they do but wait?
No one followed after him, not even when that ‘five’ turned into a ‘sixteen.’ Eventually, they concluded that whatever had distracted Yejun was severe enough to the point that he wasn’t coming back to practice that evening, and they were better off just continuing on without him. The fact behind the matter was that Yejun was really just three feet away from the door, slouched against the wall, water bottle being tossed idly between his hands. After roughly an hour of trying to sort out his thoughts and his brain locking up the moment it tried to replay the scene of Kan’s hand traveling up his chest, Yejun felt it best to just… get out of there. Thus, after gathering his things, he did exactly that.
They all had dinner together that night and chatted as if nothing had happened. Whether that was because no one really cared why Yejun had left, or that they just dared not to ask, no one could really be sure. Towards the end of the meal, the happening was all but forgotten, and after clean up, they all went about their own tasks. Of course, it was ‘forgotten’ by all but Yejun, who locked himself in the bedroom to practice his steps in privacy. Actually, this wasn’t so out of the ordinary, and no one even gave the bedroom door a second glance when they heard him singing behind it. Just as he had before though, the moment he came to the shared steps between Kan and himself, the maknae was unable to progress any further. He groaned, tugging at his hair before flopping back on the bed. Something needed to be done about this, and he knew just who to ask.
“Hyung!” The door to the office was literally kicked open, causing Jinon to jump and drop his pen. The door bounced against the wall and swung back, nearly catching Yejun’s foot in the doorway, and it likely would have if he hadn’t already began entering the room… so it caught his shoulder instead. “Hyung, we have a problem!” Blinking stupidly, the leader nodded slowly, leaning down to pick up the fallen writing utensil. As he straightened, waiting for the maknae to continue, Yejun suddenly lost the ability to speak. He stared, blinked, and stared a bit longer. Jinon opened his mouth to speak, and at that moment, the vocalist found the will to continue. “I’m… struggling with the choreography a bit. The lineup is all weird. Jinonie-hyungie~” he pouted, “we need to change it!”
“Huh?” Jinon’s brow arched high upon his head. “Yejunnie, we can’t just… change it. We’ve learned too much of it already. There’s not enough time to rework a whole new dance set and learn it in time for our come back. I’m sure you know that.” He paused. “Why do you need it changed anyway?”
Yejun hesitated. The maknae glanced at the far wall, contemplating his next few words, IE, his next lie. “Kan pushes a bit too hard and it hurts,” he scratched his head. “and sometimes his steps are bigger than usual, so I misjudge and trip.”
“You’ve never tripped.”
“Can’t you and him trade places?”
Jinon’s words died on his lips, whatever lines he had prepared falling apart in a sputtering mess. “I ca- we can- no. No Yejun, I can’t. The choreographer set it up this way, so we need to do it.” Yejun puffed out his cheeks and pouted, arms crossed over his chest. An odd silence fell between them, and suddenly, Jinon picked up on something. His brow furrowed, finger thoughtfully tapping against his chin. “It’s not the dance that’s the problem,” he began. Yejun’s body stiffened, “It’s Kan!” The maknae’s mouth opened, as if he wanted to spit out some kind of venom-laced comeback, but the only thing that left his mouth was a wordless breath. The rapper shook his head, picking up his cellphone. “I don’t know what kind of issues may have popped up between you two, but get over it alright? We really don’t have time to be dealing with these kind of things.”
“Get over it?” Yejun spat, Jinon’s cellphone picking the perfect time to go off, “and how the hell am I supposed to do that hyung?”
Jinon shrugged, taking a look at the display on his phone. The manager definitely wasn’t a call to be put off, and thus, he’d have to listen to Yejun bitch some other time. He stood from his seat, and smiled at the younger before pressing the phone to his ear. “Jump?”
“… what does that even mean?” But alas, the vocalists question would go unanswered, for Jinon was out the door before he could even finish asking it. In the end, however, he doubted Jinon would have answered anyway. Groaning loudly, Yejun dropped to his knees, smacking his head on the desk in the process and giving him a-whole-nother reason to cry. “Jump,” he repeated, rubbing the sore spot on his cranium. Jinon wasn’t stupid, but Yejun was fairly certain their leader had no idea what he was saying at times. Then again, it was also just as possible that Jinon knew too well what needed to be done.
He spent another hour sulking in the office, barely moving from his fallen position. Eventually, Jinon came back in, stared at the maknae’s back for a moment, then continued on as if everything were normal. “LeeU and I need to run out to the studio. We’ll be back in an hour or two.” A muffled groan was his only response, but he took it with a grain of salt(the whole bag really), giving the other boy a reassuring pat on the back before exiting once again. Yejun sighed, slowly glancing over his shoulder at the now shut door. He blinked, brow furrowing, thoughts rolling over in his head one after another. Well, if he and Kan had the dorm to themselves for a bit, now would be the proper time for confrontation, wouldn’t it? With a determined nod, the maknae got to his feet. Now… what the hell was he going to say?
The chipper, older man was easy enough to find since he had the attention span of a goldfish with an artistic mind. Yejun was fairly sure Kan had been assigned kitchen duty, which meant the dishes would still be piled in the sink and the counter would still have remnants of the meal they’d prepared. Instead, the rapper was found leaning over the back of the couch, face assumably pressed against the window. The younger of the two said nothing, stepping silently closer with a puzzled expression. A soft click was heard in the silence, Kan shifting afterwards. Aaah, so that’s what he was doing. The sun had started to set, which did provide some nice scenery. “Hyung.”
Turning a bit too quickly and just as careless, Kan rotated with just enough force to smack Yejun in the face with the lens of his camera. Apparently the maknae was much closer than either of them had thought. He yelped, covering his face and staggering back, followed by a horrified shriek from his senior. “Oppa didn’t mean it! Let me rub it better!” While he was sure Kan meant well, Yejun really didn’t appreciate him yanking his had away and twisting the heel of his palm in his eye socket, nor was he fond of the way he squished his cheeks in an ‘affectionate’ manner. “Do I need to kiss it?”
“Knock it off.” Kan seemed to pout a bit, but after a bit of guidance from the other boy, he was persuaded to remove his hands from that angelic face. Basically, this translated to Yejun grasping both of those fumbling hands and pushing the taller performer away before he felt the need to smother him in his bosom. Even if his further displays of apology weren’t necessary, Kan felt he’d gotten his point across, flopping back onto the couch and fidgeting with his camera. “Can we… umm…” He still hadn’t formulated what he was going to address. Actually, Yejun didn’t plan much of anything. He just wandered out here and started gabbing. Kan looked up expectantly. “Can we run through the Midnight Sun choreography?”
“Huh?” Kan blinked, setting down his camera on the couch before standing and stretching. “Why? We have more practice tomorrow. Give it a rest for the evening.”
“It’s your damn fault that I’m struggling so can we go through it please!” The photographer simply stared. Yejun’s face had taken on a bit of color, his fingers curled into tight fists, his left eyebrow twitching the slightest bit. All Kan could do was stare. He wasn’t quite sure how anything within the dance routine could be his fault, but clearly Yejun saw a reason to blame him for his performance difficulties. The younger huffed, trying to regain himself. “Can we just come to an agreement?” Kan’s arms crossed over his chest, by this point thoroughly intrigued at every single thing that came out of Yejun’s mouth. “Don’t touch me. You can do the motion, just,” his hand slid up through the air, mimicking the motion that Kan had been assigned to do against his chest, “… don’t touch me, okay?”
“Why? What’s the big deal?” Like a child told ‘don’t do that!’ Kan immediately reached out and disobeyed, palms stroking against the other boys right pectoral and eliciting a very interesting reaction. Yejun shuddered, cheeks becoming just a little more pink and eyes half-lidded, fogged vision clearing with a blink once he realized Kan was staring. The elder blinked right back, then broke the awkward moment with an unusually chipper smile. Of course, such awkward reactions weren’t anything out of the ordinary for their dear Kan. “Are you sure this is a problem? You seemed to like it quite a bit~”
“Shut up!” His hand was smacked away, the maknae stepping back, once again trying to pull himself together. “It makes it hard for me to sing and I fumble during rehearsal after we go through that. Not to mention it’s not the best condition to be in on stage.” He frowned. “Jinon-hyung said to work out whatever issue I had with you, so I was hoping we could just come to an agreement. So, I think not touching would be the easiest thing. Your back’s to the crowd anyway so it’s not like they’ll n- wh-what are you doing!?” They all knew better than to leave Kan to his own devices, and Yejun had made the mistake of taking his eyes off of him. At this point, the other man had somehow made his way behind the vocalist and slipped his hands beneath his shirt, tickling the smooth plane of his abdomen.
Kan smiled. “I think you stressed yourself out. I’m trying to help you relax.” Yejun’s eyebrow twitched. While he didn’t want to admit that Kan may have been onto something, the attention his body was receiving wasn’t something he’d be willing to push away so easily… even though he refused to acknowledge that fact to himself. “Since you liked me touching your chest so much, I figured elsewhere might have the same effect. Am I right?” He most definitely was, but Yejun had a hunch that his senior had no idea just how right he was.
Goosebumps lifted on his flesh as Kan’s hands continued to wander, gliding back to trail along the thin boys spine. He shivered, and while he should have been relieved when Kan removed his appendages from under his shirt, part of him had hoped he wouldn’t have stopped anytime soon. Instead, he settled for a much more innocent shoulder rub, humming a tune that Yejun wasn’t familiar with. Yeah, this was nice too, but it didn’t have quite the same… effect. Upon completion of his pampering, Yejun turned to face his hyung, and immediately had his face cupped between two strong hands. “Feel better?” That dorky grin was still plastered on his face, only widening as he squished those adorable cheeks. He wasn’t open about it, but Kan sort of missed the baby fat Yejun had lost in his face.
The maknae blinked. “I… um…” another blink. “I guess so.” Apparently his answer was acceptable, and he was rewarded with a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose, causing the offended area to wrinkle cutely. The first time Kan had displayed affection towards him, he’d screamed and locked himself in the pantry. After that first incident however, his random PDA had just kind of been accepted as part of him. Skinship was easy - that was just the next step, he supposed. A few more blinks were offered during the silence that fell between them, when Kan finally spoke, his hands dropping to rest on his hips.
“So, am I allowed to touch you then?” Yejun nodded, Kan giggled. “Good. Now, about that practice?”
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Everything had started out just fine. They sang, they danced, and they even managed to get over Yejun’s little ‘hitch’ area. Although, they didn’t get much further passed that. It was hard to determine who initiated what, and though the maknae’s mind hadn’t completely fogged over this time around, those fingers had virtually seared his flesh and ignited a whole new sensation inside of him. Dance practice was forgotten in favor of tasting one anothers lips, and oh was it worth losing those few extra minutes of rehearsal. The old, bleached blond tresses would have been much more fun to weave his fingers through and tug on, but Kan’s shorter and darker cut seemed to work just as well.
Not that Yejun really had much experience kissing, and it showed. Timid and sloppy as they were, they got the job done. Equilibrium apparently wasn’t much of a priority anymore, and the two fell clumsily backwards onto the couch, Yejun landing between Kan’s legs with a surprised squeak. Those sinful fingers went back to work, sneaking beneath the clothing covering the younger boys upper half, taking his sweet time to explore and relish in the shaky breaths leaving the maknae’s mouth. His fingers hooked under the hem of the troublesome t-shirt, pulling it up and over the youths head and tossing it to some forgotten corner of the room.
Things were getting interesting, and while every inch of his body was screaming for more, Yejun’s brain just couldn’t quite accept it just yet. His hands settled on Kan’s still clothed shoulders, pushing him back against the couch and denying him of the attention he desperately wanted to give his clavicle. Flush-faced but still stable minded, Yejun blinked, giving his senior a hard look. “What are we doing?” A kiss was one thing; awkward for a while maybe, but easy enough to brush off and get over. This… what was this going to do? Hell, what was this even? A fierce makeout session, or did Kan’s hands have other ideas?
Kan seemed much less concerned, though returned the look with a questioning one of his own. “Do you want to stop?” That wasn’t exactly what Yejun was getting at, nor was that a question he wanted to be asked. His brows knit together, cheeks puffing the slightest bit. It wasn’t a challenging question, what with there only being two answers. However, the time it took him to decide on one would make it seem as if this were a life or death situation. Kan’s hands moved, fingers gliding down Yejun’s stomach to settle on those sharp hips and causing yet another shudder to rack his body. Needless to say, his answer suddenly became that much easier to decide.
“No.” with the simple reply, lips were sealed once more and hands began to explore. It took a bit of warming up, but soon Yejun too allowed himself a few light touches, mapping out the dips and curves of Kan’s well-muscled chest and committing it to memory, as well as the way his body arched up the slightest bit into his hand. He didn’t consider himself the dominant type, but seeing and feeling Kan so eager to please and be pleased caused him to smirk against his hyungs lips. His coy façade was shattered by a startled gasp when Kan’s hands snaked around to grip firmly at his backside, then proceeded to lift them both off of the couch. Yejun yelped, wrapping his arms around the others neck and legs about his waist, clinging as if Kan were secretly plotting to throw him out the window.
“Not enough room out here.” His heart jumped up to his throat, but it wasn’t as if the younger didn’t see this coming, face darkening as he gave a wordless nod. Kan smiled, taking the both into the bedroom and bumping the door shut with those delicious honey thighs. His goal had been to help Yejun relax and make him feel good, and it was obvious by the way the boy writhed on the mattress that he was pushing all the right buttons and saying just the right things. The room was filled with giggles and murmurs, a breathy moan breaking that awkward ‘first time’ atmosphere when a hand landed in just the right place. Sheets and clothing rustled, and though both performers were thoroughly enjoying themselves, they were both still incredibly inexperienced.
“What do I do?”
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A soft click was heard as the music player was shut off, LeeU immediately hooting and hollering at a job well done. For the first time, they’d had a completely successful run through. All notes were hit, and all steps were made. While LeeU found it thoroughly appropriate to celebrate by bouncing childishly around Kan, their leader took a more… formal approach to the matter. He grinned happily, draping an arm around the unsuspecting maknae. “Great! So, I take it you and Kan got all of your differences settled last night?”
Yejun grinned right back, the slight blush on his face going, for the most part, unnoticed. “Yeah. We had a nice talk and now everything is fine.” Jinon nodded, squeezing the others shoulder before leaving him be. Yejun chuckled to himself, hands in his pockets and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Jinon didn’t need to know all of the details that happened, because, yes, they had talked, and they did work it out. It was just very likely that this wasn’t what Jinon had in mind. Scooping up his water bottle and drinking from it, the maknae shared a glance with the rapper, still being gabbed at by LeeU. Kan smiled, and Yejun returned it as best as he could from behind the plastic.
Everyone had their ways of relaxing under stress.
Maybe “this” would be theirs.