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Title: Touch Therapy
Author: littlefuji
Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Rating: PG
Chapter: One-shot, drabble
Word count: 1,130
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Daehyun's shoulders hurt, so naturally he forces Youngjae to help him out.
When the mattress of his lower bunk bed sinks down next to Youngjae, the maroon-haired boy tears his gaze away from his iPad for a brief moment. He blinks at the tan-skinned intruder with brown doe eyes, expression calm as usual. "Wae?" Daehyun does nothing but to flop over onto his back, sighing loudly and purposefully. The younger boy groaned and shoved the other, slapping at him when his stretching took up more than half the space on his single bunk. "Don't disturb me, Daehyunnie."
It was a late Wednesday morning, one of the precious days where the only schedule was in the evening and the manager had taken pity on the boys and allowed them a day off from practice. Needless to say, this is a rare occurrence and Youngjae plans to make full use of it to laze around, play games and possibly even be cheeky to fans on Twitter. Towards his fans, of course. However, Daehyun apparently has other plans - plans which involve Youngjae as well.
"What are you doing?" The older singer drapes himself over Youngjae's shoulder to peek at the screen of his iPad, much to his annoyance. "Checking the ranking charts again? What is a break to you, huh?" Daehyun's face crinkles into one of his annoyingly charming smiles. He is clad in a loose black statement tee with cargo pants. Meanwhile, Youngjae himself is in a white t-shirt and his favorite pair of loose shorts.
Youngjae narrows his eyes - sure enough, he manages to hold his tablet out of reach when Daehyun tries to snatch it away. "Yah, Jung Daedae. Go disturb someone else." Daehyun pouts, inching closer to the darker-haired Youngjae. "But I'm bored, Youngjae. My back hurts... I think I fell off my bed last night..." He whines, rubbing his shoulders as he looks up at the cross-legged boy. Youngjae rolls his eyes unsympathetically at his whining. "Go ask Jonguppie to give you a massage, then."
"He's sleeping," the Busan boy responds. "And you give gentler and better massages. When Jonguppie does it, it feels like he's going to break my bones." Youngjae puffs up slightly at compliment despite it being purely intentional. "You really think so?" He grins. "Well if I give you a shoulder massage..." The Busan boy's eyes immediately light up and Youngjae hastily backtracks, "I'm saying if. And I'll only do it on the condition that you stop being noisy."
"Meaning, if I obey that condition, you'll give me a massage and let me play with the iPad?" Daehyun clarifies, large eyes sparkling.
"Hey! I never said I'd let you play," Youngjae complains, but he knows he is going to lose to the puppy look Daehyun is giving him anyway. That ass. He hands the gadget over as Daehyun sits up on the bed, still smiling that shit-eating grin. Youngjae's light hit to his arm goes ignored. "Komawo~" Daehyun sings and turns so that his back was facing the other, pulling up his new favorite game on the iPad to try to beat Youngjae’s high score.
"You're terrible," the younger boy sighs as he places his hands firmly on Daehyun's shoulders and begins to knead, slowly at first then increasing the pressure to the point he knows Daehyun enjoys. The muscles in his shoulders are stiff as expected, tense and bunched into countless kinks. Youngjae switches to using his knuckles instead of fingers as he works inwards, kneading. The blue vein running along his neck, the same one that pops out when Daehyun sings, is apparent in the sunlight.
Youngjae is excellent in his job, humming softly as his fingers and palms sweep deftly over Daehyun's sore shoulders and squeezes life back into them. A light moan escapes the other's mouth suddenly, and he tilts his head to one side to further allow the chubby-cheeked boy access to a deep kink on one side, right at the base of his neck. "Yeah... just there... ahh. Damn it feels good." Daehyun moans in pleasure again, this time higher-pitched. The sound makes Youngjae turn pink and flustered. "Hey! Stop it with the funny noises, I don't want the rest to think we're doing anything... funny. On my bed, too."
The other boy turns his head to give Youngjae a skeptical raise of an eyebrow. "Um, excuse me but what?" Whatever the younger singer was thinking obviously didn't cross his mind. It made Youngjae blush harder. "Just shut up, Dae," Youngjae mutters, pressing hard enough to make Daehyun release a sound of complaint. He learns his lesson and keeps quiet after that, excluding the odd squeak of satisfaction once in a while.
Because Daehyun is so obedient, when Youngjae finishes he taps at the other's back a little to get him to lie on his stomach. "Come, I'll do the rest of your back as well." Daehyun pauses his game and looks at his friend in pleasant surprise. "Really? You’d do that?" Barely suppressing a smile, Youngjae nods and waits for him to get comfortable on the bed before he starts chopping lightly between Daehyun's shoulder blades. "Wow, is this like revenge or something?" Daehyun flinches at the contact, receiving a pinch from the other.
Youngjae's skillful hands move slowly down Daehyun’s back, and when he is thwacking at where Daehyun's spinal groove should be, he notices that the older singer's eyes were closed. His breathing is blissful and even. Once again Youngjae smiles, the apples of his cheeks showing prettily. He must be really good at this massaging business.
About 15 minutes later, when he is done Youngjae flops down onto the bed next to Daehyun, gazing at the sleeping idol and admiring how handsome he really was. Watching him sleep is soothing. The doe-eyed boy is just about to pluck the iPad out of Daehyun's hands when the boy opens his eyes, looking at Youngjae. It makes him jump, their faces being close enough that they can actually feel each other’s breaths. "I- I thought you fell asleep," Youngjae stutters.
Daehyun thinks about it for a few seconds, stifling a yawn with his hand. "Ah, I think I did. I must have woken once you finished." The sleepy-eyed boy breaks into a smile. "Want me to return the favour?" At Youngjae’s clueless expression the older boy wriggles his fingers in the air, making massaging motions. The maroon-haired boy wrinkles his nose. "I don't know whether to trust you or not..."
Daehyun laughs lightly and pets the other boy's hair. "I guess you'll have to~"
Author: littlefuji
Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Rating: PG
Chapter: One-shot, drabble
Word count: 1,130
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Daehyun's shoulders hurt, so naturally he forces Youngjae to help him out.
When the mattress of his lower bunk bed sinks down next to Youngjae, the maroon-haired boy tears his gaze away from his iPad for a brief moment. He blinks at the tan-skinned intruder with brown doe eyes, expression calm as usual. "Wae?" Daehyun does nothing but to flop over onto his back, sighing loudly and purposefully. The younger boy groaned and shoved the other, slapping at him when his stretching took up more than half the space on his single bunk. "Don't disturb me, Daehyunnie."
It was a late Wednesday morning, one of the precious days where the only schedule was in the evening and the manager had taken pity on the boys and allowed them a day off from practice. Needless to say, this is a rare occurrence and Youngjae plans to make full use of it to laze around, play games and possibly even be cheeky to fans on Twitter. Towards his fans, of course. However, Daehyun apparently has other plans - plans which involve Youngjae as well.
"What are you doing?" The older singer drapes himself over Youngjae's shoulder to peek at the screen of his iPad, much to his annoyance. "Checking the ranking charts again? What is a break to you, huh?" Daehyun's face crinkles into one of his annoyingly charming smiles. He is clad in a loose black statement tee with cargo pants. Meanwhile, Youngjae himself is in a white t-shirt and his favorite pair of loose shorts.
Youngjae narrows his eyes - sure enough, he manages to hold his tablet out of reach when Daehyun tries to snatch it away. "Yah, Jung Daedae. Go disturb someone else." Daehyun pouts, inching closer to the darker-haired Youngjae. "But I'm bored, Youngjae. My back hurts... I think I fell off my bed last night..." He whines, rubbing his shoulders as he looks up at the cross-legged boy. Youngjae rolls his eyes unsympathetically at his whining. "Go ask Jonguppie to give you a massage, then."
"He's sleeping," the Busan boy responds. "And you give gentler and better massages. When Jonguppie does it, it feels like he's going to break my bones." Youngjae puffs up slightly at compliment despite it being purely intentional. "You really think so?" He grins. "Well if I give you a shoulder massage..." The Busan boy's eyes immediately light up and Youngjae hastily backtracks, "I'm saying if. And I'll only do it on the condition that you stop being noisy."
"Meaning, if I obey that condition, you'll give me a massage and let me play with the iPad?" Daehyun clarifies, large eyes sparkling.
"Hey! I never said I'd let you play," Youngjae complains, but he knows he is going to lose to the puppy look Daehyun is giving him anyway. That ass. He hands the gadget over as Daehyun sits up on the bed, still smiling that shit-eating grin. Youngjae's light hit to his arm goes ignored. "Komawo~" Daehyun sings and turns so that his back was facing the other, pulling up his new favorite game on the iPad to try to beat Youngjae’s high score.
"You're terrible," the younger boy sighs as he places his hands firmly on Daehyun's shoulders and begins to knead, slowly at first then increasing the pressure to the point he knows Daehyun enjoys. The muscles in his shoulders are stiff as expected, tense and bunched into countless kinks. Youngjae switches to using his knuckles instead of fingers as he works inwards, kneading. The blue vein running along his neck, the same one that pops out when Daehyun sings, is apparent in the sunlight.
Youngjae is excellent in his job, humming softly as his fingers and palms sweep deftly over Daehyun's sore shoulders and squeezes life back into them. A light moan escapes the other's mouth suddenly, and he tilts his head to one side to further allow the chubby-cheeked boy access to a deep kink on one side, right at the base of his neck. "Yeah... just there... ahh. Damn it feels good." Daehyun moans in pleasure again, this time higher-pitched. The sound makes Youngjae turn pink and flustered. "Hey! Stop it with the funny noises, I don't want the rest to think we're doing anything... funny. On my bed, too."
The other boy turns his head to give Youngjae a skeptical raise of an eyebrow. "Um, excuse me but what?" Whatever the younger singer was thinking obviously didn't cross his mind. It made Youngjae blush harder. "Just shut up, Dae," Youngjae mutters, pressing hard enough to make Daehyun release a sound of complaint. He learns his lesson and keeps quiet after that, excluding the odd squeak of satisfaction once in a while.
Because Daehyun is so obedient, when Youngjae finishes he taps at the other's back a little to get him to lie on his stomach. "Come, I'll do the rest of your back as well." Daehyun pauses his game and looks at his friend in pleasant surprise. "Really? You’d do that?" Barely suppressing a smile, Youngjae nods and waits for him to get comfortable on the bed before he starts chopping lightly between Daehyun's shoulder blades. "Wow, is this like revenge or something?" Daehyun flinches at the contact, receiving a pinch from the other.
Youngjae's skillful hands move slowly down Daehyun’s back, and when he is thwacking at where Daehyun's spinal groove should be, he notices that the older singer's eyes were closed. His breathing is blissful and even. Once again Youngjae smiles, the apples of his cheeks showing prettily. He must be really good at this massaging business.
About 15 minutes later, when he is done Youngjae flops down onto the bed next to Daehyun, gazing at the sleeping idol and admiring how handsome he really was. Watching him sleep is soothing. The doe-eyed boy is just about to pluck the iPad out of Daehyun's hands when the boy opens his eyes, looking at Youngjae. It makes him jump, their faces being close enough that they can actually feel each other’s breaths. "I- I thought you fell asleep," Youngjae stutters.
Daehyun thinks about it for a few seconds, stifling a yawn with his hand. "Ah, I think I did. I must have woken once you finished." The sleepy-eyed boy breaks into a smile. "Want me to return the favour?" At Youngjae’s clueless expression the older boy wriggles his fingers in the air, making massaging motions. The maroon-haired boy wrinkles his nose. "I don't know whether to trust you or not..."
Daehyun laughs lightly and pets the other boy's hair. "I guess you'll have to~"