fic: What you Do to Me
Title: What you Do to Me
Length: one-shot
Author: M_K Yujji
Rating: R
Genre: humor, sexual themes
Pairing/Characters: Doojoon, Dooseob
Warnings: RPS, sexual themes
Disclaimer: Though real people are used as characters, this fic bears no resemblance to Real Life and these people are not owned by me.
Comments/Notes: omg, this was supposed to be another drabble and suddenly it just ran the fuck away with me. :x It was also meant to be more playful than it turned out to be. Written largely to this song - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk7mLcwEg7s (this is an acoustic version, which isn't quite the same as the version I have, but still, you'll get the point. ^^;;) I may write an actual smutty sequel to it, but I make no promises.
Summary: Sometimes all it takes if a flash of skin.
~*~*~
Privacy was almost an impossibility when six guys (and one manager) shared a single living space. It was just one of the many sacrifices they’d all been willing to make to chase their dreams. Having someone barge in to use the toilet or sink while someone else was in the shower was a common enough occurrence that no one thought anything of it any longer. The very nature of their job necessitated a half a dozen changes of clothing over the course of any given day and the random clothes swapping sometimes meant that one member was pulling something straight off one of the others.
Being body shy around each other was as ridiculous as it was unfeasible.
Despite that, for as long as Doojoon had known the younger man, Yoseob had kept his body well camouflaged by baggy t-shirts or long sleeves. He was in and out of clothes so fast that no one ever really seemed to catch more than a flash of skin here and there.
Until the shirtless photo shoot, there’d been a lot of good-natured teasing (heavily laced with a good dose of curious prodding because really? It took a serious amount of effort and skill to stay clothed or hidden 24/7 when you had five roommates) about deformities and unspeakable birthmarks.
Once the photographer had finally coaxed Yoseob out of his shirt, all those jokes and the gossip that had gone along with them had ended abruptly. He’d never have Gikwang’s level of definition, but what he had looked pretty damned good on him. Whatever it was that made Yoseob so determined to keep his body hidden away from them, it wasn’t because he had anything to be embarrassed or ashamed of.
Doojoon’s brain had stuttered to a complete standstill that day and he’d had to spent most of the shoot trying to will away the most persistent hard-on he’d had since he’d first discovered sex. That night he’d pissed half the band off because he’d ducked into the bathroom as soon Yoseob was done and tied the door shut so that no one else could get in while he dealt with the problem. (technically they had a gawi-bawi-bo system that decided the shower order, but it was really to decide from the second shower on since most days they let Yoseob win)
He’d known before then that he could get turned on by guys as well as girls, but it was the first time he’d deliberately gotten off with a guy - especially one particular guy - on his mind.
After that, he had only barely been able to control himself. His hormones had gone into overdrive and being around Yoseob had started to drive him a little insane. It had also gotten him more than one lecture about inappropriate erections from management, a humiliation he could have happily gone his entire life without.
Thankfully, Yoseob had gone back to the baggy t-shirts. There were rare days of tank tops that gave tantalizing glimpses of what he hid underneath and the occasional suit that just happened to fit just right and teased Doojoon’s memory of lines and muscles, but for the most part, temptation remained nicely covered.
Doojoon started hamming things up with other people (people like Dongwoon who was beautiful in his own way, but at least Doojoon had never wanted to roll over into his bunk and lick his collarbone and people like Junhyung who would have busted his nose for even thinking about it) doing his best to bury his sudden obsession with his friend’s body, and eventually he could see Yoseob’s bare legs sticking out of his blankets or catch a glimpse of abs and nipples in the mirror of their changing room without popping a boner. Mostly. Seven times out of ten, at least.
It was good enough that Doojoon felt he could go back to the closeness they’d once shared without embarrassing himself on national television.
And if his mental file of jerk off fantasies were still all-Yoseob-all-the-time, well… That was no one’s business but his own. It wasn’t like he could actually be held accountable for the things his subconscious mind fixated on.
Life settled back down into the usual frenzy without his obsession effecting Doojoon’s ability to interact with Yoseob on a day to day basis. He did have to take to showering at work after Hyunseung threatened to put green dye in his shampoo if he cut in line one more time, though. (No one bothered him there when he took longer than necessary - especially after the one time the Cube president accidentally overheard Doojoon indulging in one of his fantasies, the single experience in his life that was more embarrassing than the Inappropriate Erection Lectures and something he much preferred to pretend hadn’t happened at all)
It wasn’t perfect, but it worked.
At least… it had worked.
“Hey, have you seen my t-shirt? The uh… The one with the frog eyes?”
Doojoon peered over the edge of his bed rail and swallowed hard at the sight in front of him.
Yoseob was bent over digging at the pile of clothes that had been shoved into the corner of the bedroom, his towel slipping dangerously low on his hips. His bare skin was still slightly damp from his shower, and even as Doojoon watched water drops slid down from his hair across his shoulders and down the length of his back before being caught by the towel.
“Doojoon?”
The back view was replaced by the front and Doojoon’s throat was suddenly dry. He’d never had so much damp Seobie-skin flashed around in front of him before and his brain was in danger of short-circuiting.
Fingers wiggled in front of his face. “Doojoonie? You okay?”
“Huh?” Not the most intelligent of answers, but Doojoon thought he could be forgiven considering the circumstances.
The back of Yoseob’s hand pressed against Doojoon’s forehead and the older man couldn’t help but let his eyes slip shut as he savored the cool touch. “I think you might be running a fever… Do you want me to get medicine?”
“Ah, no. I’m all right. What-” He cleared his throat and forced his eyes back open, trying with difficulty to drag his mind away from why he was feeling so feverish all of a sudden. “What did you want?”
Yoseob looked doubtful but he shrugged it off with a sigh. “My t-shirt?”
T-shirt… Frog eyes… right. Doojoon shook his head. “Didn’t Kwangie borrow that yesterday?”
“Oh yeah.” Yoseob pouted and hopped back down from where he’d been hanging while he’d checked on his band leader. “I really wanted to wear it, too.”
Doojoon’s response was lost in a strangled sound as the towel slipped and he was treated to the full length of Yoseob in all his pale glory.
“Fuck, sorry,” Yoseob muttered as he snatched it back up, a rosy flush of his own starting.
“No, it’s okay.” His laugh was awkward and high pitched, making him wince and try again before his friend ran out of the room screaming for someone else to come deal with the band leader’s apparent mental break down. “I mean… it’s not like you have anything I haven’t seen before, right? What’s a little bare skin between friends?”
Though he hoped he didn’t sound nearly as weirdly lecherous as he felt, Doojoon had a nasty feeling that he actually sounded worse.
Especially if the suspicious look Yoseob cast him was anything to go by as he snatched the first shirt he could find - Dongwoon’s - and tugged it on. Boxers - Junhyung’s - and sleep pants - actually Yoseob’s - followed in short order and Yoseob was one more safely covered.
Not that it really mattered since all of Doojoon’s hard won control over his libido had just gotten smashed to little pieces.
“I uh… “ Doojoon gave up any pretense of suavity and grace, vaulting off his bed and scrambling out of the room without giving Yoseob a chance to do more than give a startled yelp.
If Yoseob was out, that meant that Hyunseung was in the shower and he always took longer than everyone else, but Doojoon didn’t even care. He darted into the bathroom and manhandled the protesting dancer out of the tub and into a towel before shoving him out the door and tying it shut.
Flipping the water over to the coldest setting, Doojoon leaned against the wall and contemplated beating his head against it as the frigid water did its work on his arousal.
“Doojoon!” The doorknob rattled for a moment before Junhyung hit the door twice with his fist. “Dammit, Doojoon. You can’t keep stealing the shower just because you’re hot for Yoseob’s body! Seungie still has soap in his hair!”
Doojoon groaned and pressed his hands against his eyes as he realized both Yoseob and Hyunseung must have gone straight to the rapper. Neither of them would have figured it out individually (Yoseob had never exhibited any sign that he understood what Doojoon’s problem actually was and Hyunseung knew about the horniness, but hadn’t seemed to figure out that Yoseob was the cause), but Junhyung with both their stories was smarter than that.
And now the entire band knew.
He was never going to live this down.
“Doojoon!” Two more quick raps against the door. Obviously Junhyung had no intention of letting Doojoon drown in peace.
“Just a minute! Five minutes and he can have it back, I swear. I’m not even using any of the hot water!”
There was no answer, but no one tried to get in again, so Doojoon assumed he could have his five minutes.
It was probably closer to ten or fifteen by the time he turned off the water and stepped out, his teeth chattering from the freezing water, but his erection had been vanquished without any inappropriate fantasies.
No one was standing outside the door as he opened it and slipped out, pulling a shirt on as he went.
In fact, the entire apartment was eerily quiet in the way that it never was unless everyone was gone.
Doojoon bit his lip and hoped they hadn’t decided to go storm Cube Entertainment with demands that Doojoon and his disgraceful behavior be removed from their band. He didn’t think the president would kick him out of the band, but if the others wanted him to go badly enough, he wasn’t sure he could stay no matter how much resigning would suck.
The downward spiral of his thoughts slammed to a halt as he rounded the corner of the living room to find Yoseob standing there looking awkward and slightly uneasy.
“Seungie rinsed his hair in the sink,” the younger man explained, running a hand through his hair as he watched Doojoon. “Junhyung took everyone out for ice cream… so we could talk.”
“Ah.” Doojoon swallowed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, thankful that he was still too chilly for his body to react to Yoseob. Cute-and-shy-Yoseob was almost as arousing as Mostly-naked-and-damp-Yoseob. Then he cursed as that mental image reared back up in his mind and the chill almost wasn’t enough to combat it.
“He took your credit card.”
The band leader winced, but knew there was no point in protesting. Hyunseung could eat his weight in ice cream and it wasn’t Junhyung’s fault that he’d had to resort in taking the dancer out to calm him down.
Doojoon hoped Seungie didn’t decide that he wanted pizza too, but he doubted he’d be that lucky.
When he didn’t say anything, Yoseob shifted uneasily. “So…”
“I’m sorry.” Doojoon sighed and ran a hand though his wet hair. “You don’t have to worry about it. I’m… dealing with it.”
“Really?” Doojoon couldn’t really blame him for sounding so doubtful.
“Well, I was. Until you started prancing around in a towel, dripping all over the place like some kind of wet dream.”
Yoseob gaped at his outburst before casting a dubious look down at himself. “But I’m just.. Me. The cute one. It’s not like I’m sexy like… Gikwang or Junhyung or…” he blushed a little as he gestured towards Doojoon. “Or you.”
Doojoon had considered a lot of possible reactions from Yoseob if he ever figured out the prominent position he featured in his band leader’s private fantasies. He’d expected anything from teasing and jokes to a bloody nose and a lost friendship and though he’d hoped for the former, he’d been afraid of the latter.
There’d even been one or two fantasy where Yoseob was taunting him with purposeful seduction.
This disbelieving doubt, Yoseob’s complete lack of confidence in his own charms… It was the one possibility that hadn’t even occurred to him, though he supposed it should have. All the rejections Yoseob had been faced with before they’d debuted had definitely left their mark and the one girlfriend Doojoon knew about had dropped Yoseob the second Gikwang had debuted solo with Yoseob as nothing more than his back-up dancer. (Personally, Doojoon hoped the little tramp cried into her pillow every night when a Beast song came on the radio and she had to face what she’d given up for nothing.)
Doojoon let his eyes flick down the length of Yoseob’s body before looking away again. “Trust me, Seobie. You are.”
“But Kwangie-”
“Is attractive. But I don’t have to go take a cold shower anytime I catch a glimpse of his bare ass.”
Yoseob bit his lip and edged forward. “I didn’t know you.. That you liked boys.”
Six months before the entire conversation would have been worse than humiliating, but he could honestly say it wasn’t nearly as bad as the other conversations this topic had forced him to have. He still couldn’t look the president in the eye.
Which didn’t mean it was an easy thing to talk about. Especially not with Yoseob. Doojoon sighed, one hand moving to rub the back of his neck as he shifted uncomfortably. “I’ve never done anything about it, but… yeah. I’ve always been attracted to either. Male or female.”
Giving Yoseob a rueful look, he snorted and shook his head. “Although lately it’s been pretty much just you.”
The younger man seemed to consider that for a moment before taking another step closer, his lips quirked with amusement. “So what you’re saying is … that the boyfriend idol of Korean Entertainment - the guy every woman in Korea wants to date - is only hot for me?”
“I suppose that’s one way to look at it.” His status as ‘boyfriend-idol’ had been earning him teasing since the moment the media had picked it up and started bandying it around. It was a familiar and comfortable tease and Doojoon relaxed, finally sure that they’d be okay. He gave a soft huff of amusement. “It’s really not something you have to worry about, though. I am dealing with it, just… give me a little warning before you hit me with so much nakedness next time, okay?”
“What if I want to worry about it?” Yoseob asked, an odd lilt of diffidence to his voice as he took the last step into Doojoon’s personal space. His hands hovered indecisively before settling on Doojoon’s hips.
For a moment, Doojoon’s mind blanked out as it struggled to process the apparent implications of what Yoseob was saying. Then he hesitated another moment to wonder if he was just reading his own desires into the situation - had he slipped into one of his fantasies without even realizing it? Had Seobie actually, finally driven him into lust-induced, gibbering madness?
Then his mind and body got back with the program and his own hands came up to rest on Yoseob’s shoulders as he tipped his head down. “Seobie?”
Yoseob smiled and shrugged before nodding slightly. “I think… if you’re going to be ogling me like a great big pervert, I should at least get something out of it, yeah?”
That made Doojoon laugh, even as he agreed. It amazed him how much lighter he felt, knowing that his attentions weren’t unwelcome. He hadn’t even realized how much the secret worry of it had been weighing him down.
Ever impatient once he’d made his mind up about something, Yoseob went up on his tiptoes to capture Doojoon’s lips with his own. It was soft and sweet and a little hesitant like Yoseob wasn’t entirely sure about what they were doing, but his hands were clenched tight in the fabric of Doojoon’s t-shirt and jeans, holding Doojoon still.
As if Doojoon had any intention of going anywhere now that his fantasies were starting to come to life under his very fingertips.
When Yoseob pulled back, his smile was almost shy as his eyes searched Doojoon’s face. “Slow is okay?”
Doojoon had always been helpless against that smile, even before his hormones had gotten involved. He brushed another soft kiss against Yoseob’s lips and pulled him into a tight hug, his answer almost lost in Yoseob’s hair. “More than okay.
He was willing to let Yoseob set the pace of this, whatever this thing between them was going to be.
He had a feeling it’d be worth the wait.
Length: one-shot
Author: M_K Yujji
Rating: R
Genre: humor, sexual themes
Pairing/Characters: Doojoon, Dooseob
Warnings: RPS, sexual themes
Disclaimer: Though real people are used as characters, this fic bears no resemblance to Real Life and these people are not owned by me.
Comments/Notes: omg, this was supposed to be another drabble and suddenly it just ran the fuck away with me. :x It was also meant to be more playful than it turned out to be. Written largely to this song - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk7mLcwEg7s (this is an acoustic version, which isn't quite the same as the version I have, but still, you'll get the point. ^^;;) I may write an actual smutty sequel to it, but I make no promises.
Summary: Sometimes all it takes if a flash of skin.
~*~*~
Privacy was almost an impossibility when six guys (and one manager) shared a single living space. It was just one of the many sacrifices they’d all been willing to make to chase their dreams. Having someone barge in to use the toilet or sink while someone else was in the shower was a common enough occurrence that no one thought anything of it any longer. The very nature of their job necessitated a half a dozen changes of clothing over the course of any given day and the random clothes swapping sometimes meant that one member was pulling something straight off one of the others.
Being body shy around each other was as ridiculous as it was unfeasible.
Despite that, for as long as Doojoon had known the younger man, Yoseob had kept his body well camouflaged by baggy t-shirts or long sleeves. He was in and out of clothes so fast that no one ever really seemed to catch more than a flash of skin here and there.
Until the shirtless photo shoot, there’d been a lot of good-natured teasing (heavily laced with a good dose of curious prodding because really? It took a serious amount of effort and skill to stay clothed or hidden 24/7 when you had five roommates) about deformities and unspeakable birthmarks.
Once the photographer had finally coaxed Yoseob out of his shirt, all those jokes and the gossip that had gone along with them had ended abruptly. He’d never have Gikwang’s level of definition, but what he had looked pretty damned good on him. Whatever it was that made Yoseob so determined to keep his body hidden away from them, it wasn’t because he had anything to be embarrassed or ashamed of.
Doojoon’s brain had stuttered to a complete standstill that day and he’d had to spent most of the shoot trying to will away the most persistent hard-on he’d had since he’d first discovered sex. That night he’d pissed half the band off because he’d ducked into the bathroom as soon Yoseob was done and tied the door shut so that no one else could get in while he dealt with the problem. (technically they had a gawi-bawi-bo system that decided the shower order, but it was really to decide from the second shower on since most days they let Yoseob win)
He’d known before then that he could get turned on by guys as well as girls, but it was the first time he’d deliberately gotten off with a guy - especially one particular guy - on his mind.
After that, he had only barely been able to control himself. His hormones had gone into overdrive and being around Yoseob had started to drive him a little insane. It had also gotten him more than one lecture about inappropriate erections from management, a humiliation he could have happily gone his entire life without.
Thankfully, Yoseob had gone back to the baggy t-shirts. There were rare days of tank tops that gave tantalizing glimpses of what he hid underneath and the occasional suit that just happened to fit just right and teased Doojoon’s memory of lines and muscles, but for the most part, temptation remained nicely covered.
Doojoon started hamming things up with other people (people like Dongwoon who was beautiful in his own way, but at least Doojoon had never wanted to roll over into his bunk and lick his collarbone and people like Junhyung who would have busted his nose for even thinking about it) doing his best to bury his sudden obsession with his friend’s body, and eventually he could see Yoseob’s bare legs sticking out of his blankets or catch a glimpse of abs and nipples in the mirror of their changing room without popping a boner. Mostly. Seven times out of ten, at least.
It was good enough that Doojoon felt he could go back to the closeness they’d once shared without embarrassing himself on national television.
And if his mental file of jerk off fantasies were still all-Yoseob-all-the-time, well… That was no one’s business but his own. It wasn’t like he could actually be held accountable for the things his subconscious mind fixated on.
Life settled back down into the usual frenzy without his obsession effecting Doojoon’s ability to interact with Yoseob on a day to day basis. He did have to take to showering at work after Hyunseung threatened to put green dye in his shampoo if he cut in line one more time, though. (No one bothered him there when he took longer than necessary - especially after the one time the Cube president accidentally overheard Doojoon indulging in one of his fantasies, the single experience in his life that was more embarrassing than the Inappropriate Erection Lectures and something he much preferred to pretend hadn’t happened at all)
It wasn’t perfect, but it worked.
At least… it had worked.
“Hey, have you seen my t-shirt? The uh… The one with the frog eyes?”
Doojoon peered over the edge of his bed rail and swallowed hard at the sight in front of him.
Yoseob was bent over digging at the pile of clothes that had been shoved into the corner of the bedroom, his towel slipping dangerously low on his hips. His bare skin was still slightly damp from his shower, and even as Doojoon watched water drops slid down from his hair across his shoulders and down the length of his back before being caught by the towel.
“Doojoon?”
The back view was replaced by the front and Doojoon’s throat was suddenly dry. He’d never had so much damp Seobie-skin flashed around in front of him before and his brain was in danger of short-circuiting.
Fingers wiggled in front of his face. “Doojoonie? You okay?”
“Huh?” Not the most intelligent of answers, but Doojoon thought he could be forgiven considering the circumstances.
The back of Yoseob’s hand pressed against Doojoon’s forehead and the older man couldn’t help but let his eyes slip shut as he savored the cool touch. “I think you might be running a fever… Do you want me to get medicine?”
“Ah, no. I’m all right. What-” He cleared his throat and forced his eyes back open, trying with difficulty to drag his mind away from why he was feeling so feverish all of a sudden. “What did you want?”
Yoseob looked doubtful but he shrugged it off with a sigh. “My t-shirt?”
T-shirt… Frog eyes… right. Doojoon shook his head. “Didn’t Kwangie borrow that yesterday?”
“Oh yeah.” Yoseob pouted and hopped back down from where he’d been hanging while he’d checked on his band leader. “I really wanted to wear it, too.”
Doojoon’s response was lost in a strangled sound as the towel slipped and he was treated to the full length of Yoseob in all his pale glory.
“Fuck, sorry,” Yoseob muttered as he snatched it back up, a rosy flush of his own starting.
“No, it’s okay.” His laugh was awkward and high pitched, making him wince and try again before his friend ran out of the room screaming for someone else to come deal with the band leader’s apparent mental break down. “I mean… it’s not like you have anything I haven’t seen before, right? What’s a little bare skin between friends?”
Though he hoped he didn’t sound nearly as weirdly lecherous as he felt, Doojoon had a nasty feeling that he actually sounded worse.
Especially if the suspicious look Yoseob cast him was anything to go by as he snatched the first shirt he could find - Dongwoon’s - and tugged it on. Boxers - Junhyung’s - and sleep pants - actually Yoseob’s - followed in short order and Yoseob was one more safely covered.
Not that it really mattered since all of Doojoon’s hard won control over his libido had just gotten smashed to little pieces.
“I uh… “ Doojoon gave up any pretense of suavity and grace, vaulting off his bed and scrambling out of the room without giving Yoseob a chance to do more than give a startled yelp.
If Yoseob was out, that meant that Hyunseung was in the shower and he always took longer than everyone else, but Doojoon didn’t even care. He darted into the bathroom and manhandled the protesting dancer out of the tub and into a towel before shoving him out the door and tying it shut.
Flipping the water over to the coldest setting, Doojoon leaned against the wall and contemplated beating his head against it as the frigid water did its work on his arousal.
“Doojoon!” The doorknob rattled for a moment before Junhyung hit the door twice with his fist. “Dammit, Doojoon. You can’t keep stealing the shower just because you’re hot for Yoseob’s body! Seungie still has soap in his hair!”
Doojoon groaned and pressed his hands against his eyes as he realized both Yoseob and Hyunseung must have gone straight to the rapper. Neither of them would have figured it out individually (Yoseob had never exhibited any sign that he understood what Doojoon’s problem actually was and Hyunseung knew about the horniness, but hadn’t seemed to figure out that Yoseob was the cause), but Junhyung with both their stories was smarter than that.
And now the entire band knew.
He was never going to live this down.
“Doojoon!” Two more quick raps against the door. Obviously Junhyung had no intention of letting Doojoon drown in peace.
“Just a minute! Five minutes and he can have it back, I swear. I’m not even using any of the hot water!”
There was no answer, but no one tried to get in again, so Doojoon assumed he could have his five minutes.
It was probably closer to ten or fifteen by the time he turned off the water and stepped out, his teeth chattering from the freezing water, but his erection had been vanquished without any inappropriate fantasies.
No one was standing outside the door as he opened it and slipped out, pulling a shirt on as he went.
In fact, the entire apartment was eerily quiet in the way that it never was unless everyone was gone.
Doojoon bit his lip and hoped they hadn’t decided to go storm Cube Entertainment with demands that Doojoon and his disgraceful behavior be removed from their band. He didn’t think the president would kick him out of the band, but if the others wanted him to go badly enough, he wasn’t sure he could stay no matter how much resigning would suck.
The downward spiral of his thoughts slammed to a halt as he rounded the corner of the living room to find Yoseob standing there looking awkward and slightly uneasy.
“Seungie rinsed his hair in the sink,” the younger man explained, running a hand through his hair as he watched Doojoon. “Junhyung took everyone out for ice cream… so we could talk.”
“Ah.” Doojoon swallowed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, thankful that he was still too chilly for his body to react to Yoseob. Cute-and-shy-Yoseob was almost as arousing as Mostly-naked-and-damp-Yoseob. Then he cursed as that mental image reared back up in his mind and the chill almost wasn’t enough to combat it.
“He took your credit card.”
The band leader winced, but knew there was no point in protesting. Hyunseung could eat his weight in ice cream and it wasn’t Junhyung’s fault that he’d had to resort in taking the dancer out to calm him down.
Doojoon hoped Seungie didn’t decide that he wanted pizza too, but he doubted he’d be that lucky.
When he didn’t say anything, Yoseob shifted uneasily. “So…”
“I’m sorry.” Doojoon sighed and ran a hand though his wet hair. “You don’t have to worry about it. I’m… dealing with it.”
“Really?” Doojoon couldn’t really blame him for sounding so doubtful.
“Well, I was. Until you started prancing around in a towel, dripping all over the place like some kind of wet dream.”
Yoseob gaped at his outburst before casting a dubious look down at himself. “But I’m just.. Me. The cute one. It’s not like I’m sexy like… Gikwang or Junhyung or…” he blushed a little as he gestured towards Doojoon. “Or you.”
Doojoon had considered a lot of possible reactions from Yoseob if he ever figured out the prominent position he featured in his band leader’s private fantasies. He’d expected anything from teasing and jokes to a bloody nose and a lost friendship and though he’d hoped for the former, he’d been afraid of the latter.
There’d even been one or two fantasy where Yoseob was taunting him with purposeful seduction.
This disbelieving doubt, Yoseob’s complete lack of confidence in his own charms… It was the one possibility that hadn’t even occurred to him, though he supposed it should have. All the rejections Yoseob had been faced with before they’d debuted had definitely left their mark and the one girlfriend Doojoon knew about had dropped Yoseob the second Gikwang had debuted solo with Yoseob as nothing more than his back-up dancer. (Personally, Doojoon hoped the little tramp cried into her pillow every night when a Beast song came on the radio and she had to face what she’d given up for nothing.)
Doojoon let his eyes flick down the length of Yoseob’s body before looking away again. “Trust me, Seobie. You are.”
“But Kwangie-”
“Is attractive. But I don’t have to go take a cold shower anytime I catch a glimpse of his bare ass.”
Yoseob bit his lip and edged forward. “I didn’t know you.. That you liked boys.”
Six months before the entire conversation would have been worse than humiliating, but he could honestly say it wasn’t nearly as bad as the other conversations this topic had forced him to have. He still couldn’t look the president in the eye.
Which didn’t mean it was an easy thing to talk about. Especially not with Yoseob. Doojoon sighed, one hand moving to rub the back of his neck as he shifted uncomfortably. “I’ve never done anything about it, but… yeah. I’ve always been attracted to either. Male or female.”
Giving Yoseob a rueful look, he snorted and shook his head. “Although lately it’s been pretty much just you.”
The younger man seemed to consider that for a moment before taking another step closer, his lips quirked with amusement. “So what you’re saying is … that the boyfriend idol of Korean Entertainment - the guy every woman in Korea wants to date - is only hot for me?”
“I suppose that’s one way to look at it.” His status as ‘boyfriend-idol’ had been earning him teasing since the moment the media had picked it up and started bandying it around. It was a familiar and comfortable tease and Doojoon relaxed, finally sure that they’d be okay. He gave a soft huff of amusement. “It’s really not something you have to worry about, though. I am dealing with it, just… give me a little warning before you hit me with so much nakedness next time, okay?”
“What if I want to worry about it?” Yoseob asked, an odd lilt of diffidence to his voice as he took the last step into Doojoon’s personal space. His hands hovered indecisively before settling on Doojoon’s hips.
For a moment, Doojoon’s mind blanked out as it struggled to process the apparent implications of what Yoseob was saying. Then he hesitated another moment to wonder if he was just reading his own desires into the situation - had he slipped into one of his fantasies without even realizing it? Had Seobie actually, finally driven him into lust-induced, gibbering madness?
Then his mind and body got back with the program and his own hands came up to rest on Yoseob’s shoulders as he tipped his head down. “Seobie?”
Yoseob smiled and shrugged before nodding slightly. “I think… if you’re going to be ogling me like a great big pervert, I should at least get something out of it, yeah?”
That made Doojoon laugh, even as he agreed. It amazed him how much lighter he felt, knowing that his attentions weren’t unwelcome. He hadn’t even realized how much the secret worry of it had been weighing him down.
Ever impatient once he’d made his mind up about something, Yoseob went up on his tiptoes to capture Doojoon’s lips with his own. It was soft and sweet and a little hesitant like Yoseob wasn’t entirely sure about what they were doing, but his hands were clenched tight in the fabric of Doojoon’s t-shirt and jeans, holding Doojoon still.
As if Doojoon had any intention of going anywhere now that his fantasies were starting to come to life under his very fingertips.
When Yoseob pulled back, his smile was almost shy as his eyes searched Doojoon’s face. “Slow is okay?”
Doojoon had always been helpless against that smile, even before his hormones had gotten involved. He brushed another soft kiss against Yoseob’s lips and pulled him into a tight hug, his answer almost lost in Yoseob’s hair. “More than okay.
He was willing to let Yoseob set the pace of this, whatever this thing between them was going to be.
He had a feeling it’d be worth the wait.