Too Tight In That
sungmin/you, 2164 words
pg, fluff/humour
Sungmin + Leather Pants = Hilarious Consequences.
Happy (really) early birthday, fillupmyheart <3 I HOPE THIS SATISFIES YOUR SUNGMIN/YOU CRAVING, though honestly it's a little crappy to me ):
When Sungmin comes home from work with a new pair of leather pants in tow, you are quite sure that it is the happiest day of your life, because he looked so drool-worthy in them, and you wonder whether it was legal going around looking that good.
"Well, how do I look?" Your house mate asks you seriously as he turns around several times so that you'd be able to make a proper assessment, but really, you couldn't think straight at that time because you were too busy ogling at how good his butt looked in them.
He tugs at the sides of his pants uncomfortably, noting the ferocity of your stares. "Does it really look that bad?" He sighs, completely dejected. "I just felt that my wardrobe needed a change..."
You don't really hear what he was saying, because all you are paying attention to is how those pants accentuated his shapely legs perfectly, and how it was all way too tight...
Sungmin sighs again, and makes to retreat back to his room, a pink tint gracing his cheeks slightly.
When you realize that he had taken your staring the wrong way, you grab his hand (which made you happy, because it was Sungmin's hand), stopping him in his tracks.
"Oh god, Min," you say sincerely, averting your eyes from his crotch, even though it called to you so. "Don't ever stop wearing leather, seriously."
His face breaks into a wide smile as the colour on his cheeks deepens, and he wraps his arms around you (you are overjoyed by this point) in a hug.
He lets go of you after three seconds (and you can swear that you could hear your heart sigh sadly), and tells you gratefully, "You always know how to make me feel good about myself-- you better not be lying!"
"I'm not," you insist, whole body still tingling all over from where he touched you. "Leather makes you look so good," you say a little too wistfully, and quickly try to cover it up by punching your room mate hard on the arm. "And besides, I'd never lie to you."
Sungmin smiles brightly at you (your heart swoons), and pats your cheek fondly. "Thank you," he says, and then dumps the rest of his shopping bags on the floor, and begins making his way out of the house again. "Okay, I'm off, don't wait up!"
"Ehm," you say nervously (afraid of what to expect), and he turns around at the doorway. "Where are you going?"
"I'm meeting Sunny," he says, looking so excited that it made you feel a little depressed. "She asked me over for dinner. I hope she likes the leather pants as much as you do!" He laughs, and blows you a kiss as he shuts the door.
You stare at the closed door, the image of Sungmin in leather still fresh in your mind. All of a sudden, today didn't seem as happy as before.
***
You've known Sungmin your whole life-both your mothers had been the best of friends, so you’ve practically grown up with him-looking back, you realize that he had always been there with you from the very beginning. He’s been in your life since the time you were a baby, and now you were 23, and here he was still, with you, living together with you, and asking your opinion on his leather pants.
It was sometime when you were maturing; when your hormones began to go a little crazy, and when you were growing into a teenager, that you realized that you had fallen in love with the boy that lived next door.
But you don’t do anything about it, because you’re too scared to. You were pretty sure he looked at you only as a best friend, and nothing more than that.
Right now, though, as you watch him go after girl after girl after girl (all of them being pretty and skinny and you hated every single one of them); you regret not confessing to him a long time back.
***
The phone rings, and you awake with a jerk on the couch, and look at the clock-it was midnight, why wasn’t Sungmin back yet? And then you take note of the shrill ringing of your house phone, and nearly fall off the couch as you reach out to grab it.
“Where the hell are you?” You let a little anger into your tone, because you wanted him to know that he had made you worried (and more than a little jealous).
You can hear him breathe a sigh of relief on the other end, and he calls out your name happily (your heart swoons again), and begins rambling to you, “You’ve got to help me. My pants… They…”
You can hear the embarrassment in his tone. “What’s wrong with them?” You ask worriedly, and then, add a little viciously, “Where’s Sunny?”
“I’m in her bathroom,” he whispers. “And the pants,” he takes a deep breath, and then says desperately, “They won’t come on!”
Your first reaction is to laugh at the hilariousity of the matter, but this was Sungmin, so you don’t, and hold back your laughter as you try to make sense of the situation.
“Why won’t they come on? What did you do to them, Min?”
“It was so warm just now that I had to take them off, and after I did, they won’t come on anymore! I don’t know if my sweat made them shrink or something, but they won’t come on! They won’t come on.” Sungmin’s voice is high and squeaky, and this meant that he was panicking, so you try to think up of solution (and avoid giggling at the same time).
“Calm down, calm down,” you tell him. “Um, do you have any water around?”
“This is a freaking bathroom,” he hisses back. “Of course I have water around.”
You get a little annoyed (you didn't see the need for him to snap at you), but you try not to show it because you know just how much he had to be panicking right now. “Okay, water’s good. Moisturize the pants. It’ll help.”
“I’ve been doing that for the past ten minutes,” he says, voice high and crack again. “And it’s seriously not working.”
You lay back on the coach, amused at your best friend’s troubles. “Um, okay. Lotion, perhaps? Do you have lotion around you?”
“Yes, yes! I HAVE LOTION,” He says all too gleefully into the phone. “Do I just, um, apply it?”
You fight the mental images that are forming in your mind as you nod fervently into the phone, before you realize that he can’t see you. “Yes, yes,” you gulp, swallowing down the ball of lust that was rising in your gut. “Apply it onto your, um, pants-it’ll help make it slippery and you’ll be able to pull them on easily.”
“Okay, okay! Give me a moment,” he tells you, and you can hear the thud he puts the phone down.
He comes back after two minutes, sounding more desperate than ever. “It’s, not, working,” He says, every word punctuated with desperation.
“Calm down, don’t panic, don’t panic,” you say in an attempt to reassure him. “Powder! Do you have powder? Use it to soak up the sweat.”
“Powder!” He squeals, and says; “Hold on,” before putting the phone down again.
You aren’t even sure why you’re helping him-he had bought his new leather pants to impress Sunny, not you. He liked Sunny, not you. You sigh, feeling a little annoyed at how willing you were to help him snag another girl.
His voice crackles at your ear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses, and you know that he must be at his breaking point because Sungmin never, ever swore. “It’s not working. Nothing’s working. The powder and lotion have just formed a sticky paste. Shit, they won’t come on. Fucking pants.”
“Hey, its okay, Min,” you say in a voice you hope that was soothing, because really, you aren’t really thinking straight (what with all the murderous thoughts about Sunny in your head). “We’ll think of something-turn off the lights and run out of the house, maybe?”
Just then, you can hear a sharp knock from Sungmin’s end and a sharp intake of breath. And then, you could hear Sunny’s voice, muffled and far away-it was hard to make out what she was saying.
“Shit, got to go,” he says, and the phone line goes dead.
You stare at the phone forlornly, and think to yourself, it sucked to be in love.
***
It is close to half past one in the morning when Sungmin stumbles through the door, and you would have laughed outright at the sight if you could (because Sungmin had taken off his leather pants entirely, and was in his boxers; his hair was plastered with what appeared to be a white paste; and his hands looked like they had been dipped into flour), but, once again, you don’t in the end, because you don’t want to hurt Sungmin (if only he knew).
“Hi,” you say, your smile twitching a little as you fight back the urge to laugh. “Are you okay?”
“No,” he grumbles, and throws himself onto the coach. “Sunny must have thought I had been trying to flash her or something. And everyone I walked pass on the way home took one look at me and burst out laughing-so, obviously, I’m not at all okay.”
“Aww, I’m sorry, Min,” you tell him sincerely, and run off to the kitchen to fetch him a bowl of pumpkin soup. “Drink up some pumpkin; it’ll make you feel all better.”
You pass him the bowl of pumpkin soup, gesturing for him to drink up as you use a damp cloth and begin cleaning him up (and for some reason wedding bells begin chiming in your head).
“This is your fault,” he says moodily as you try to get rid of the white bits in his hair.
“What?” You say incredulously, leaning back so that you can look him right in the eye. “Excuse me?”
“If you hadn’t told me that I looked so good in those pants, then I wouldn’t have worn them out at all, and I wouldn’t have made a fool of myself,” he explains exasperatedly as he lays the empty bowl on the table. “So yes, this is your fault.”
“What the hell,” you say angrily (because really, why was he blaming you for getting such a tight pair of pants?), and get up to leave, throwing the towel at him.
But he grabs your hand (and you’re thinking oh my god), and pulls you back onto the couch next to him. “Okay,” he says (and you’re still thinking oh my god, because you are lying against his chest), and pats your cheek. “I’m sorry.”
You don’t react, because well, your brain is chanting oh my god like a mantra and isn’t capable of doing anything else.
“Thank you for everything,” he tells you sincerely, grabbing your shoulders and turning you around so that he could look you in the eyes again. “You’re the first one today that didn’t laugh when you saw me-well, besides Sunny, but I think she was traumatized.”
You gulp and nod vigorously; a little uncomfortable (and also so freaking happy) because his face seemed to be coming to a little too close to yours.
“And thank you for telling me I looked good in those pants,” Sungmin says a little flirtatiously, and your noses are almost touching by now-you’re pretty sure that your brain has died).
“You looked gorgeous,” you tell him sincerely, and this time you don’t punch him to cover up the wistfulness in your voice because… you wanted him to know.
And then he was kissing you, and you were kissing back with a passion unknown to man, and you didn’t care about his (white, sticky) hands roaming around your body, because oh my god this was Sungmin.
***
“You should never keep feelings like that to yourself,” Sungmin tells you the next day, caressing your arms as both of you lie together on the coach (you’ve not moved since yesterday). “Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”
You shake your head embarrassedly. “I’m not sure,” you tell him, smiling at him shyly. “How’d you find out?”
“I saw the way you stared at my pants,” he says, grinning sheepishly.
“What?” you cry, as you roll off him onto the floor. “You knew and you still went to meet Sunny?”
He doesn’t stop grinning as he sits himself down next to you. “I’m sorry,” he says, pecking you on the cheek. “But it would have been rude to cancel. Besides, I wanted to see you jealous.”
“You’re incorrigible,” you tell him. “But I love you.”
“I’m framing those leather pants up,” he says cheekily, and kisses you again.
A/N: Thank you for reading<3 I hope you liked it! Sort of ripped off the idea of this from Friends, HAHAHA. /is a bad writer.
pg, fluff/humour
Sungmin + Leather Pants = Hilarious Consequences.
Happy (really) early birthday, fillupmyheart <3 I HOPE THIS SATISFIES YOUR SUNGMIN/YOU CRAVING, though honestly it's a little crappy to me ):
When Sungmin comes home from work with a new pair of leather pants in tow, you are quite sure that it is the happiest day of your life, because he looked so drool-worthy in them, and you wonder whether it was legal going around looking that good.
"Well, how do I look?" Your house mate asks you seriously as he turns around several times so that you'd be able to make a proper assessment, but really, you couldn't think straight at that time because you were too busy ogling at how good his butt looked in them.
He tugs at the sides of his pants uncomfortably, noting the ferocity of your stares. "Does it really look that bad?" He sighs, completely dejected. "I just felt that my wardrobe needed a change..."
You don't really hear what he was saying, because all you are paying attention to is how those pants accentuated his shapely legs perfectly, and how it was all way too tight...
Sungmin sighs again, and makes to retreat back to his room, a pink tint gracing his cheeks slightly.
When you realize that he had taken your staring the wrong way, you grab his hand (which made you happy, because it was Sungmin's hand), stopping him in his tracks.
"Oh god, Min," you say sincerely, averting your eyes from his crotch, even though it called to you so. "Don't ever stop wearing leather, seriously."
His face breaks into a wide smile as the colour on his cheeks deepens, and he wraps his arms around you (you are overjoyed by this point) in a hug.
He lets go of you after three seconds (and you can swear that you could hear your heart sigh sadly), and tells you gratefully, "You always know how to make me feel good about myself-- you better not be lying!"
"I'm not," you insist, whole body still tingling all over from where he touched you. "Leather makes you look so good," you say a little too wistfully, and quickly try to cover it up by punching your room mate hard on the arm. "And besides, I'd never lie to you."
Sungmin smiles brightly at you (your heart swoons), and pats your cheek fondly. "Thank you," he says, and then dumps the rest of his shopping bags on the floor, and begins making his way out of the house again. "Okay, I'm off, don't wait up!"
"Ehm," you say nervously (afraid of what to expect), and he turns around at the doorway. "Where are you going?"
"I'm meeting Sunny," he says, looking so excited that it made you feel a little depressed. "She asked me over for dinner. I hope she likes the leather pants as much as you do!" He laughs, and blows you a kiss as he shuts the door.
You stare at the closed door, the image of Sungmin in leather still fresh in your mind. All of a sudden, today didn't seem as happy as before.
***
You've known Sungmin your whole life-both your mothers had been the best of friends, so you’ve practically grown up with him-looking back, you realize that he had always been there with you from the very beginning. He’s been in your life since the time you were a baby, and now you were 23, and here he was still, with you, living together with you, and asking your opinion on his leather pants.
It was sometime when you were maturing; when your hormones began to go a little crazy, and when you were growing into a teenager, that you realized that you had fallen in love with the boy that lived next door.
But you don’t do anything about it, because you’re too scared to. You were pretty sure he looked at you only as a best friend, and nothing more than that.
Right now, though, as you watch him go after girl after girl after girl (all of them being pretty and skinny and you hated every single one of them); you regret not confessing to him a long time back.
***
The phone rings, and you awake with a jerk on the couch, and look at the clock-it was midnight, why wasn’t Sungmin back yet? And then you take note of the shrill ringing of your house phone, and nearly fall off the couch as you reach out to grab it.
“Where the hell are you?” You let a little anger into your tone, because you wanted him to know that he had made you worried (and more than a little jealous).
You can hear him breathe a sigh of relief on the other end, and he calls out your name happily (your heart swoons again), and begins rambling to you, “You’ve got to help me. My pants… They…”
You can hear the embarrassment in his tone. “What’s wrong with them?” You ask worriedly, and then, add a little viciously, “Where’s Sunny?”
“I’m in her bathroom,” he whispers. “And the pants,” he takes a deep breath, and then says desperately, “They won’t come on!”
Your first reaction is to laugh at the hilariousity of the matter, but this was Sungmin, so you don’t, and hold back your laughter as you try to make sense of the situation.
“Why won’t they come on? What did you do to them, Min?”
“It was so warm just now that I had to take them off, and after I did, they won’t come on anymore! I don’t know if my sweat made them shrink or something, but they won’t come on! They won’t come on.” Sungmin’s voice is high and squeaky, and this meant that he was panicking, so you try to think up of solution (and avoid giggling at the same time).
“Calm down, calm down,” you tell him. “Um, do you have any water around?”
“This is a freaking bathroom,” he hisses back. “Of course I have water around.”
You get a little annoyed (you didn't see the need for him to snap at you), but you try not to show it because you know just how much he had to be panicking right now. “Okay, water’s good. Moisturize the pants. It’ll help.”
“I’ve been doing that for the past ten minutes,” he says, voice high and crack again. “And it’s seriously not working.”
You lay back on the coach, amused at your best friend’s troubles. “Um, okay. Lotion, perhaps? Do you have lotion around you?”
“Yes, yes! I HAVE LOTION,” He says all too gleefully into the phone. “Do I just, um, apply it?”
You fight the mental images that are forming in your mind as you nod fervently into the phone, before you realize that he can’t see you. “Yes, yes,” you gulp, swallowing down the ball of lust that was rising in your gut. “Apply it onto your, um, pants-it’ll help make it slippery and you’ll be able to pull them on easily.”
“Okay, okay! Give me a moment,” he tells you, and you can hear the thud he puts the phone down.
He comes back after two minutes, sounding more desperate than ever. “It’s, not, working,” He says, every word punctuated with desperation.
“Calm down, don’t panic, don’t panic,” you say in an attempt to reassure him. “Powder! Do you have powder? Use it to soak up the sweat.”
“Powder!” He squeals, and says; “Hold on,” before putting the phone down again.
You aren’t even sure why you’re helping him-he had bought his new leather pants to impress Sunny, not you. He liked Sunny, not you. You sigh, feeling a little annoyed at how willing you were to help him snag another girl.
His voice crackles at your ear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses, and you know that he must be at his breaking point because Sungmin never, ever swore. “It’s not working. Nothing’s working. The powder and lotion have just formed a sticky paste. Shit, they won’t come on. Fucking pants.”
“Hey, its okay, Min,” you say in a voice you hope that was soothing, because really, you aren’t really thinking straight (what with all the murderous thoughts about Sunny in your head). “We’ll think of something-turn off the lights and run out of the house, maybe?”
Just then, you can hear a sharp knock from Sungmin’s end and a sharp intake of breath. And then, you could hear Sunny’s voice, muffled and far away-it was hard to make out what she was saying.
“Shit, got to go,” he says, and the phone line goes dead.
You stare at the phone forlornly, and think to yourself, it sucked to be in love.
***
It is close to half past one in the morning when Sungmin stumbles through the door, and you would have laughed outright at the sight if you could (because Sungmin had taken off his leather pants entirely, and was in his boxers; his hair was plastered with what appeared to be a white paste; and his hands looked like they had been dipped into flour), but, once again, you don’t in the end, because you don’t want to hurt Sungmin (if only he knew).
“Hi,” you say, your smile twitching a little as you fight back the urge to laugh. “Are you okay?”
“No,” he grumbles, and throws himself onto the coach. “Sunny must have thought I had been trying to flash her or something. And everyone I walked pass on the way home took one look at me and burst out laughing-so, obviously, I’m not at all okay.”
“Aww, I’m sorry, Min,” you tell him sincerely, and run off to the kitchen to fetch him a bowl of pumpkin soup. “Drink up some pumpkin; it’ll make you feel all better.”
You pass him the bowl of pumpkin soup, gesturing for him to drink up as you use a damp cloth and begin cleaning him up (and for some reason wedding bells begin chiming in your head).
“This is your fault,” he says moodily as you try to get rid of the white bits in his hair.
“What?” You say incredulously, leaning back so that you can look him right in the eye. “Excuse me?”
“If you hadn’t told me that I looked so good in those pants, then I wouldn’t have worn them out at all, and I wouldn’t have made a fool of myself,” he explains exasperatedly as he lays the empty bowl on the table. “So yes, this is your fault.”
“What the hell,” you say angrily (because really, why was he blaming you for getting such a tight pair of pants?), and get up to leave, throwing the towel at him.
But he grabs your hand (and you’re thinking oh my god), and pulls you back onto the couch next to him. “Okay,” he says (and you’re still thinking oh my god, because you are lying against his chest), and pats your cheek. “I’m sorry.”
You don’t react, because well, your brain is chanting oh my god like a mantra and isn’t capable of doing anything else.
“Thank you for everything,” he tells you sincerely, grabbing your shoulders and turning you around so that he could look you in the eyes again. “You’re the first one today that didn’t laugh when you saw me-well, besides Sunny, but I think she was traumatized.”
You gulp and nod vigorously; a little uncomfortable (and also so freaking happy) because his face seemed to be coming to a little too close to yours.
“And thank you for telling me I looked good in those pants,” Sungmin says a little flirtatiously, and your noses are almost touching by now-you’re pretty sure that your brain has died).
“You looked gorgeous,” you tell him sincerely, and this time you don’t punch him to cover up the wistfulness in your voice because… you wanted him to know.
And then he was kissing you, and you were kissing back with a passion unknown to man, and you didn’t care about his (white, sticky) hands roaming around your body, because oh my god this was Sungmin.
***
“You should never keep feelings like that to yourself,” Sungmin tells you the next day, caressing your arms as both of you lie together on the coach (you’ve not moved since yesterday). “Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”
You shake your head embarrassedly. “I’m not sure,” you tell him, smiling at him shyly. “How’d you find out?”
“I saw the way you stared at my pants,” he says, grinning sheepishly.
“What?” you cry, as you roll off him onto the floor. “You knew and you still went to meet Sunny?”
He doesn’t stop grinning as he sits himself down next to you. “I’m sorry,” he says, pecking you on the cheek. “But it would have been rude to cancel. Besides, I wanted to see you jealous.”
“You’re incorrigible,” you tell him. “But I love you.”
“I’m framing those leather pants up,” he says cheekily, and kisses you again.
A/N: Thank you for reading<3 I hope you liked it! Sort of ripped off the idea of this from Friends, HAHAHA. /is a bad writer.