[FANFIC] DaeJong - Unmasked
UNMASKED
PG-13
[B.A.P.] DAEHYUN/JONGUP
FLUFF, HUMOR
2700~W
*
Daehyun curses. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, his heart racing as panic continues to consume him.
“God. Where is it?!” He mutters under his breath, opening his closet for the umpteenth time already, mussing his clothes and things around. Daehyun takes out the drawers, dumping all its contents on his bed, yet still no success in finding what he wanted.
His mask.
Daehyun’s one and only mask.
It was dumb, now that he thinks of it, to only have one mask. He was too comfortable with the one he has and he can’t be bothered to buy another one merely for backup. But now, he regrets thinking so.
Because now, without his mask, he has a major problem.
You see, Daehyun is unlike the other members: normal trouble-free Mato-born. He has a curse. His mother is Matonian but his father is human. It was almost like all the fairy tale stories where the alien fell in love with a human and the whole alien family was against it saying it is against tradition, against law of the nature, and will create imbalance in the universe. His mother paid no heed to the warnings and decided to settle in Earth with her human husband. Daehyun’s Matonian grandma though, opposed the marriage greatly and swore that if his mother and his father ever had a child, that child will be cursed with the jinx of unhidden. Meaning that poor Daehyun can never lie and can never hide anything and will always speak whatever is in his mind. Be it good or bad. Sadly, unlike fairytales, there is no cure to such curse and no, ‘true love’ is not the solution to it, so Daehyun has to live his life being completely honest with his words and feelings. The only way to preventing him from blurting out every single thing that crosses his mind is by wearing the mask. It has no direct effect but at least it silenced all the words Daehyun says before anyone can hear it properly and the boy had sprayed calming fragrance on it that makes him think twice before uttering anything.
So now without his mask, Daehyun is in danger of letting slip secrets he has been keeping.
Frustrated, the vocalist flips through the pile of jackets and shirts he has created, hoping to find the piece of accessory hidden in between. He has to find it fast before-
“Hyung!”
The drumming sound on his door startled him and he spins around to see the youngest member, clad in his school uniform, a backpack dangling on one shoulder. Daehyun purses his lips.
“Woah. What happened here?” Junhong questions, his eyebrows raised. He uses his long legs to jump over the mound of stuff near the door. Daehyun chooses to ignore the maknae and presumes his hunt.
Disappointed from the lack of response, Junhong decides to just pass the message before he forgets. “So anyway, Hyung. Yongguk-hyung and Himchan-hyung has left for filming. I’m going to go to school now to suffer, while there’s breakfast on the table. You can ask Jongup-hyung or Youngjae-hyung, they’re going to be pretty much home all day so. Yeah.” He explains longwindedly, swinging his school bag around. Daehyun merely nods in return and carries on searching.
Junhong misses the affirmative nod and crosses his arms in annoyance, thinking his hyung’s ignoring has gone a little too far. “Hyung, you got what I said right? I’m not going to repeat it and Himchan-hyung told me I had to pass it to you or he would kill me.” He said, his tone threatening. Daehyun let out an irritated sigh. He doesn’t have all day to find his mask and the youngest rapper is really not helping.
“Hyung~~?” Junhong calls out. He throws a small ball of socks he found at the older boy. Daehyun snaps.
“Goddamnit Junhong, just fucking leave me alone you brat! Just because you’re taller than the bunch don’t think you got power over us!” He yells harshly. Junhong staggers a few steps back, taken aback by the sudden outburst. He casts his gaze downwards, hurt by the other boy’s words then he leaves the room immediately.
Daehyun grunts. He needs to control himself better, control his thoughts and feelings better now that his mask is still missing. He didn’t think he would snap like that only because he felt aggravated by the maknae’s presence. Guilt seeps into him for having scolded Junhong when the younger boy really meant no harm. He can already hear the long lectures Himchan will be giving him later when he comes back. Damn you curse.
Calming himself down, Daehyun looks through another part of the room. He will deal with Junhong later. His mask is still the number one on his priority list and he has to find it fast before he lets out anything worse than what he said to maknae. He begins to realize now that without the mask, not only does he only speak his mind, his emotions are also expressed more openly and blatantly.
He is in the middle of turning his bed over when-
“Hey, Dae-OH MY GOD! Since when do hurricanes enter rooms?!”
Daehyun drops the bed instantly, shocked by the sudden intrusion, trapping his hand in the process. “Damnit Youngjae, you scared the living hell out of me!” He cries, groaning in pain. He pulls the hand out and massaged it gently.
“Well I apologize for not expecting our belongings to be all over the place when I entered.” Youngjae retorts, kicking a few stuff away to make way for himself. “What did you do to Junhong? He looked upset and he practically stormed out of the dorm before.” The main vocal asks, eyes narrowing at the elder. He puts away the scattered things on his bed and takes a seat on the furniture, sending questioning glances to the other boy. Daehyun pays no attention to him and attempts to lift his bed once again.
“Excuse me? Are you even listening?” Youngjae asks again, waving his hand around. Daehyun nearly replies with a bitter ‘no’ but he bites his lip to prevent himself from talking back. Focus, Daehyun tells himself, focus and hurry find the mask. Only finding dust under the bed, he places it back down and fixes its position. Youngjae scowls.
“May I ask what in the world are you doing? Why are you making our room a complete clutter?” Youngjae frowns, noticing some of his things (his white headphones, his yellow headphones, his black headphones) in between the pile of strewn stuff and puts them in their original places. He glares at the older boy, expecting an answer.
“It’s none of your business.” Daehyun finally replies as he looks through the cabinet next. He lets out a frustrated growl upon realizing that he also has to deal with Youngjae and his ceaseless queries now. The younger boy scoffs, offended.
“Excuse me, but it is my business. May I remind you that this,“ He points to the whole bedroom. “is our room. If you are redecorating, then you are really failing miserably here.” He counters as he picks up a couple of his (very expensive, mind you!) earthling books that are left neglected on the floor. “If you are looking for an object, I highly doubt that you will find anything by throwing things here and there.” He added.
Daehyun grits his teeth. He really hates it when Youngjae acts know-it-all. “Just… get lost, Youngjae.” He half-pleads to his roommate. The said boy glares at him, exasperated.
“You have no right to dismiss me from my own room.” He replies angrily. “Moreover, go through my things! Are you even going to put them back into place? Do you even know how much these things cost? How dare you throw them away so carelessly!” He hastily grabs his abandoned possessions all over the ground, returning them one by one to its initial positions. Daehyun can’t take it any longer and snaps.
“I don’t fucking care about your things, Youngjae! Just go the hell away or I’ll crush all your electronic gadgets into pieces!” He yells furiously, and Youngjae shuts his mouth, startled at how serious Daehyun is.
The shorter boy looks at the other disapprovingly. He has yet to understand what made the other vocalist so enraged. If anything, it should be him who gets mad! Daehyun is going through his things-without permission! He is also turning their shared room upside down and for what reason, he refuses to tell.
Huffing in infuriation, Youngjae stomps out of the room, grumbling. “Geez, fine! You could’ve just said ‘Dear Youngjae, I need privacy. Please kindly leave the room.’ Youngsters these days… Where are their manners?!” The main vocal complains loudly and slams the door shut.
Daehyun sighed. He rubbed his throbbing head, feeling a headache emerging. He ignores it and tries searching under the closet afterwards. He supposes he owes Youngjae an apology, his roommate did have a point. He is creating a mess and going through the other’s things without prior notifying, not to mention how he simply leaves Youngjae’s vulnerable gadgets all over the place. Daehyun will need to add that to the list of problems he has, but now he has to concentrate on finding his mask and he has to find it fast before-
“Daehyun-hyung?”
The said boy tensed up and freezes in spot. Oh shit. Now the real problem comes.
Why? Because the person who just entered is Moon Jongup.
Daehyun’s secret crush.
And now without his mask, Daehyun can easily spill out all his feelings to the other boy.
OH WHY.
Jongup peeks from behind the door, eyes dilating in surprise at the condition of the room he is about to enter. He just saw his two teammates walk out this room looking seriously upset and he is curious as to why. Slowly closing the door behind him, he tip-toed his way in, careful not to step on the things on the floor.
“Hyung, I think Junhong and Youngjae-hyung is angry at you. They didn’t look very happy when they came out of this room. Did you do anything to upset them?” He inquires, genuinely worried. “And what is going on here?” He looks around and notices the heaps of belongings speckled around all over the place. He silently wonders if this is what the city would look like if Godzilla came.
Daehyun swallows the lump of saliva in his throat. He clenches his fist, constantly telling himself to calm down, telling himself to gain control of his body, telling himself to lock his lips before anything stupid comes out of his mouth. Anything stupid better not come out from his mouth.
“Hyung?” Jongup calls out, his voice filled with concern. Daehyun remains still in his spot, his back facing the shorter boy. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, I heard you Jongup, how could I miss that sexy voice of yours.”
Daehyun inhales sharply. He did not just voice that out.
Fortunately, somehow, Jongup didn’t quite catch what Daehyun said. “What?” He blinks, confused.
Daehyun covers his mouth, realizing the foolish mistake he has made. “Uhm…” He fidgets in his spot, glancing at Jongup’s reflection on the window but still refuses to face the dancer directly. He is already spurting out these ridiculous lines when he isn’t even looking right at Jongup. What more nonsense will come out if he sees that handsome face with his very own eyes.
Jongup is at lost. He doesn’t understand why his hyung would not just turn around so that he can hear him better. Shrugging it off, he decides to become helpful by stacking a few shirts on the bed. “Do you need help tidying up?” He offers as he folds a sweatshirt and neatens it up. “I still don’t get what you’re doing but the room is really messy and I feel like Youngjae-hyung isn’t in the mood to clean up soon.” He said, and Daehyun’s mouth opens almost automatically after hearing Jongup’s voice.
“Yes, please tidy up my mind and heart that’s a complete mess because of you.”
Daehyun mentally slaps himself. He thought the curse is supposed to make him truthful, not overly greasy.
Fortunately to Daehyun, again, somehow, Jongup misses what the taller boy has said. “Huh?” He blurted, stopping midway in his folding. “Can you repeat it Hyung? It wasn’t clear.” He requests, staring at the backview of the elder in perplexity.
Daehyun sighed in relief. He is grateful the dancer failed to catch his cheesy lines but he doesn’t know how much longer until Jongup actually hears him. “It’s nothing, Jongup.” He says, still giving the said boy his back. “Please leave.” He begs (although he is sure the shorter boy would not even notice the desperate tone of his voice), sincerely praying Jongup does leaves.
Puzzled by the other’s odd behavior, Jongup approaches the taller boy and lays a hand on his shoulder. Daehyun stiffens, he feels his heart rate increasing rapidly at the small touch. “Hyung?” The younger utters with worry, and the hyung forces himself to turn around, only regretting it later because now he finds himself face to face to the dancer (face to face! With his secret crush!).
“Hyung, please speak louder. I can’t understand what you were saying.” He states, blinking in pure confusion at his hyung. Daehyun gulps. His self-restraint slowly slipping away from him and he gnaws on his lips, hoping that no more stupid lines come out.
“Jongup.” Daehyun calls, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
Please leave before I tell you about all my thoughts and feelings.
“You’re really handsome and cute and I wonder how your lips taste like.”
Daehyun’s eyes widened. Shit. I did not just say that out lou-
And then Jongup kisses him.
Jongup kisses him and Daehyun can only stand there in shock, unable to move and breathe. He feels the soft lips moving gently and hesitantly (is this his secret crush’s first kiss?!) against his dry and chapped ones, and Daehyun wants to respond. He needs to respond, when else would he have those lips pressing against his. But before long, it stops. The kiss was short and Jongup pulls away, half panting as he stares at his hyung’s eyes with that innocent and youthful gaze.
“Well?”
It takes a few seconds for Daehyun to snap back to reality and he can only gape at the shorter boy, baffled. “Huh?”
“How does it taste like?” Jongup asks, chest heaving up and down at a fast pace, an anticipating look on his face.
Daehyun blinks. “Huh?”
“You said you wanted to know how my lips taste like. So tell me~! How does it taste like?” Jongup asks again, clearer this time, and he seems very excited to hear the answer. Daehyun blurts out the first thing that came to his mind.
“…Yummy.”
S-h-i-t. DAMN CURSE HOW COULD YO-
Jongup laughs. Daehyun just made a fool of himself and Jongup laughs. “Really?” He questions, amused, seemingly finding it hard to believe that indeed his lips are delicious (to Daehyun, that is). “Wow, too bad I can’t taste myself.” Jongup remarks, sounding like a kid who just discovered a new feature of his video game, sounding just a bit too fascinated by the whole thing. He licks his lips, reliving the taste of the kiss.
“You don’t taste bad either, Hyung.” He comments lightly, a childlike grin plastered on his face. Daehyun finds himself amazed by the brimming naivety flowing from the shorter boy, he nearly misses the point that Jongup has just admitted that he likes how Daehyun’s lips taste.
“So, if there’s nothing you need me to help with, I’ll be going now. To the gym. Exercising.” Jongup announces, patting his hyung on the shoulder. Daehyun is still frozen and entranced and confused and silently cursing himself as he watches the younger boy walks towards the door. Jongup stops in his steps abruptly, looking as if a lightbulb just flickered on top of his head.
“Oh right Hyung.” He turns around, digging into the pockets of his sweatpants. “Here’s your mask. You left it in the bathroom this morning.” He says nonchalantly, throwing the mask on Daehyun’s bed before exiting, leaving the owner of the mask alone and dumbfounded.
*
(“Jung Daehyun, we need to talk.”
Daehyun sighs behind his mask. He should’ve seen this coming. Himchan is standing in front of him with a stern look on his face. Daehyun silently promises himself to never upset maknae ever again.
“Care to explain why is Jongup telling everyone excitedly that his lips taste yummy?”
That. Daehyun did not see it coming.
But that… he will gladly admit he was the cause of it.)
*
a/n: This is my first B.A.P. fic and first DaeJong fic. I hope I didn’t do too lame in my first attempt .___. Please all readers be gentle. There’s a lot of really talented DaeJong writers out there and my fic is nothing compared to them. /all hail osm DaeJong authors
So yeah, Daehyun’s mask really bugs me and this idea popped up. And jsyk, Jongup didn’t plan on hiding Daehyun’s mask in this fic. He really is oblivious and naïve just like that ♥ in my mind, even Zelo is a lot more mature than Jongup, while the latter is just unaware to the harsh world out there~ xD And I wanted to make this DaeJong but I don’t know why it feels more like JongDae -___- Fail writer is failed oTL. I also think that I fail at portraying the members… especially Youngjae. I obviously fail at trying to make Youngjae sound smart. Oh god what do I do why do I fail so much ;~;
Hope you enjoyed nonetheless. I wrote this at past midnight so forgive my nonsense. Thanks for reading!!!
PG-13
[B.A.P.] DAEHYUN/JONGUP
FLUFF, HUMOR
2700~W
*
Daehyun curses. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, his heart racing as panic continues to consume him.
“God. Where is it?!” He mutters under his breath, opening his closet for the umpteenth time already, mussing his clothes and things around. Daehyun takes out the drawers, dumping all its contents on his bed, yet still no success in finding what he wanted.
His mask.
Daehyun’s one and only mask.
It was dumb, now that he thinks of it, to only have one mask. He was too comfortable with the one he has and he can’t be bothered to buy another one merely for backup. But now, he regrets thinking so.
Because now, without his mask, he has a major problem.
You see, Daehyun is unlike the other members: normal trouble-free Mato-born. He has a curse. His mother is Matonian but his father is human. It was almost like all the fairy tale stories where the alien fell in love with a human and the whole alien family was against it saying it is against tradition, against law of the nature, and will create imbalance in the universe. His mother paid no heed to the warnings and decided to settle in Earth with her human husband. Daehyun’s Matonian grandma though, opposed the marriage greatly and swore that if his mother and his father ever had a child, that child will be cursed with the jinx of unhidden. Meaning that poor Daehyun can never lie and can never hide anything and will always speak whatever is in his mind. Be it good or bad. Sadly, unlike fairytales, there is no cure to such curse and no, ‘true love’ is not the solution to it, so Daehyun has to live his life being completely honest with his words and feelings. The only way to preventing him from blurting out every single thing that crosses his mind is by wearing the mask. It has no direct effect but at least it silenced all the words Daehyun says before anyone can hear it properly and the boy had sprayed calming fragrance on it that makes him think twice before uttering anything.
So now without his mask, Daehyun is in danger of letting slip secrets he has been keeping.
Frustrated, the vocalist flips through the pile of jackets and shirts he has created, hoping to find the piece of accessory hidden in between. He has to find it fast before-
“Hyung!”
The drumming sound on his door startled him and he spins around to see the youngest member, clad in his school uniform, a backpack dangling on one shoulder. Daehyun purses his lips.
“Woah. What happened here?” Junhong questions, his eyebrows raised. He uses his long legs to jump over the mound of stuff near the door. Daehyun chooses to ignore the maknae and presumes his hunt.
Disappointed from the lack of response, Junhong decides to just pass the message before he forgets. “So anyway, Hyung. Yongguk-hyung and Himchan-hyung has left for filming. I’m going to go to school now to suffer, while there’s breakfast on the table. You can ask Jongup-hyung or Youngjae-hyung, they’re going to be pretty much home all day so. Yeah.” He explains longwindedly, swinging his school bag around. Daehyun merely nods in return and carries on searching.
Junhong misses the affirmative nod and crosses his arms in annoyance, thinking his hyung’s ignoring has gone a little too far. “Hyung, you got what I said right? I’m not going to repeat it and Himchan-hyung told me I had to pass it to you or he would kill me.” He said, his tone threatening. Daehyun let out an irritated sigh. He doesn’t have all day to find his mask and the youngest rapper is really not helping.
“Hyung~~?” Junhong calls out. He throws a small ball of socks he found at the older boy. Daehyun snaps.
“Goddamnit Junhong, just fucking leave me alone you brat! Just because you’re taller than the bunch don’t think you got power over us!” He yells harshly. Junhong staggers a few steps back, taken aback by the sudden outburst. He casts his gaze downwards, hurt by the other boy’s words then he leaves the room immediately.
Daehyun grunts. He needs to control himself better, control his thoughts and feelings better now that his mask is still missing. He didn’t think he would snap like that only because he felt aggravated by the maknae’s presence. Guilt seeps into him for having scolded Junhong when the younger boy really meant no harm. He can already hear the long lectures Himchan will be giving him later when he comes back. Damn you curse.
Calming himself down, Daehyun looks through another part of the room. He will deal with Junhong later. His mask is still the number one on his priority list and he has to find it fast before he lets out anything worse than what he said to maknae. He begins to realize now that without the mask, not only does he only speak his mind, his emotions are also expressed more openly and blatantly.
He is in the middle of turning his bed over when-
“Hey, Dae-OH MY GOD! Since when do hurricanes enter rooms?!”
Daehyun drops the bed instantly, shocked by the sudden intrusion, trapping his hand in the process. “Damnit Youngjae, you scared the living hell out of me!” He cries, groaning in pain. He pulls the hand out and massaged it gently.
“Well I apologize for not expecting our belongings to be all over the place when I entered.” Youngjae retorts, kicking a few stuff away to make way for himself. “What did you do to Junhong? He looked upset and he practically stormed out of the dorm before.” The main vocal asks, eyes narrowing at the elder. He puts away the scattered things on his bed and takes a seat on the furniture, sending questioning glances to the other boy. Daehyun pays no attention to him and attempts to lift his bed once again.
“Excuse me? Are you even listening?” Youngjae asks again, waving his hand around. Daehyun nearly replies with a bitter ‘no’ but he bites his lip to prevent himself from talking back. Focus, Daehyun tells himself, focus and hurry find the mask. Only finding dust under the bed, he places it back down and fixes its position. Youngjae scowls.
“May I ask what in the world are you doing? Why are you making our room a complete clutter?” Youngjae frowns, noticing some of his things (his white headphones, his yellow headphones, his black headphones) in between the pile of strewn stuff and puts them in their original places. He glares at the older boy, expecting an answer.
“It’s none of your business.” Daehyun finally replies as he looks through the cabinet next. He lets out a frustrated growl upon realizing that he also has to deal with Youngjae and his ceaseless queries now. The younger boy scoffs, offended.
“Excuse me, but it is my business. May I remind you that this,“ He points to the whole bedroom. “is our room. If you are redecorating, then you are really failing miserably here.” He counters as he picks up a couple of his (very expensive, mind you!) earthling books that are left neglected on the floor. “If you are looking for an object, I highly doubt that you will find anything by throwing things here and there.” He added.
Daehyun grits his teeth. He really hates it when Youngjae acts know-it-all. “Just… get lost, Youngjae.” He half-pleads to his roommate. The said boy glares at him, exasperated.
“You have no right to dismiss me from my own room.” He replies angrily. “Moreover, go through my things! Are you even going to put them back into place? Do you even know how much these things cost? How dare you throw them away so carelessly!” He hastily grabs his abandoned possessions all over the ground, returning them one by one to its initial positions. Daehyun can’t take it any longer and snaps.
“I don’t fucking care about your things, Youngjae! Just go the hell away or I’ll crush all your electronic gadgets into pieces!” He yells furiously, and Youngjae shuts his mouth, startled at how serious Daehyun is.
The shorter boy looks at the other disapprovingly. He has yet to understand what made the other vocalist so enraged. If anything, it should be him who gets mad! Daehyun is going through his things-without permission! He is also turning their shared room upside down and for what reason, he refuses to tell.
Huffing in infuriation, Youngjae stomps out of the room, grumbling. “Geez, fine! You could’ve just said ‘Dear Youngjae, I need privacy. Please kindly leave the room.’ Youngsters these days… Where are their manners?!” The main vocal complains loudly and slams the door shut.
Daehyun sighed. He rubbed his throbbing head, feeling a headache emerging. He ignores it and tries searching under the closet afterwards. He supposes he owes Youngjae an apology, his roommate did have a point. He is creating a mess and going through the other’s things without prior notifying, not to mention how he simply leaves Youngjae’s vulnerable gadgets all over the place. Daehyun will need to add that to the list of problems he has, but now he has to concentrate on finding his mask and he has to find it fast before-
“Daehyun-hyung?”
The said boy tensed up and freezes in spot. Oh shit. Now the real problem comes.
Why? Because the person who just entered is Moon Jongup.
Daehyun’s secret crush.
And now without his mask, Daehyun can easily spill out all his feelings to the other boy.
OH WHY.
Jongup peeks from behind the door, eyes dilating in surprise at the condition of the room he is about to enter. He just saw his two teammates walk out this room looking seriously upset and he is curious as to why. Slowly closing the door behind him, he tip-toed his way in, careful not to step on the things on the floor.
“Hyung, I think Junhong and Youngjae-hyung is angry at you. They didn’t look very happy when they came out of this room. Did you do anything to upset them?” He inquires, genuinely worried. “And what is going on here?” He looks around and notices the heaps of belongings speckled around all over the place. He silently wonders if this is what the city would look like if Godzilla came.
Daehyun swallows the lump of saliva in his throat. He clenches his fist, constantly telling himself to calm down, telling himself to gain control of his body, telling himself to lock his lips before anything stupid comes out of his mouth. Anything stupid better not come out from his mouth.
“Hyung?” Jongup calls out, his voice filled with concern. Daehyun remains still in his spot, his back facing the shorter boy. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, I heard you Jongup, how could I miss that sexy voice of yours.”
Daehyun inhales sharply. He did not just voice that out.
Fortunately, somehow, Jongup didn’t quite catch what Daehyun said. “What?” He blinks, confused.
Daehyun covers his mouth, realizing the foolish mistake he has made. “Uhm…” He fidgets in his spot, glancing at Jongup’s reflection on the window but still refuses to face the dancer directly. He is already spurting out these ridiculous lines when he isn’t even looking right at Jongup. What more nonsense will come out if he sees that handsome face with his very own eyes.
Jongup is at lost. He doesn’t understand why his hyung would not just turn around so that he can hear him better. Shrugging it off, he decides to become helpful by stacking a few shirts on the bed. “Do you need help tidying up?” He offers as he folds a sweatshirt and neatens it up. “I still don’t get what you’re doing but the room is really messy and I feel like Youngjae-hyung isn’t in the mood to clean up soon.” He said, and Daehyun’s mouth opens almost automatically after hearing Jongup’s voice.
“Yes, please tidy up my mind and heart that’s a complete mess because of you.”
Daehyun mentally slaps himself. He thought the curse is supposed to make him truthful, not overly greasy.
Fortunately to Daehyun, again, somehow, Jongup misses what the taller boy has said. “Huh?” He blurted, stopping midway in his folding. “Can you repeat it Hyung? It wasn’t clear.” He requests, staring at the backview of the elder in perplexity.
Daehyun sighed in relief. He is grateful the dancer failed to catch his cheesy lines but he doesn’t know how much longer until Jongup actually hears him. “It’s nothing, Jongup.” He says, still giving the said boy his back. “Please leave.” He begs (although he is sure the shorter boy would not even notice the desperate tone of his voice), sincerely praying Jongup does leaves.
Puzzled by the other’s odd behavior, Jongup approaches the taller boy and lays a hand on his shoulder. Daehyun stiffens, he feels his heart rate increasing rapidly at the small touch. “Hyung?” The younger utters with worry, and the hyung forces himself to turn around, only regretting it later because now he finds himself face to face to the dancer (face to face! With his secret crush!).
“Hyung, please speak louder. I can’t understand what you were saying.” He states, blinking in pure confusion at his hyung. Daehyun gulps. His self-restraint slowly slipping away from him and he gnaws on his lips, hoping that no more stupid lines come out.
“Jongup.” Daehyun calls, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
Please leave before I tell you about all my thoughts and feelings.
“You’re really handsome and cute and I wonder how your lips taste like.”
Daehyun’s eyes widened. Shit. I did not just say that out lou-
And then Jongup kisses him.
Jongup kisses him and Daehyun can only stand there in shock, unable to move and breathe. He feels the soft lips moving gently and hesitantly (is this his secret crush’s first kiss?!) against his dry and chapped ones, and Daehyun wants to respond. He needs to respond, when else would he have those lips pressing against his. But before long, it stops. The kiss was short and Jongup pulls away, half panting as he stares at his hyung’s eyes with that innocent and youthful gaze.
“Well?”
It takes a few seconds for Daehyun to snap back to reality and he can only gape at the shorter boy, baffled. “Huh?”
“How does it taste like?” Jongup asks, chest heaving up and down at a fast pace, an anticipating look on his face.
Daehyun blinks. “Huh?”
“You said you wanted to know how my lips taste like. So tell me~! How does it taste like?” Jongup asks again, clearer this time, and he seems very excited to hear the answer. Daehyun blurts out the first thing that came to his mind.
“…Yummy.”
S-h-i-t. DAMN CURSE HOW COULD YO-
Jongup laughs. Daehyun just made a fool of himself and Jongup laughs. “Really?” He questions, amused, seemingly finding it hard to believe that indeed his lips are delicious (to Daehyun, that is). “Wow, too bad I can’t taste myself.” Jongup remarks, sounding like a kid who just discovered a new feature of his video game, sounding just a bit too fascinated by the whole thing. He licks his lips, reliving the taste of the kiss.
“You don’t taste bad either, Hyung.” He comments lightly, a childlike grin plastered on his face. Daehyun finds himself amazed by the brimming naivety flowing from the shorter boy, he nearly misses the point that Jongup has just admitted that he likes how Daehyun’s lips taste.
“So, if there’s nothing you need me to help with, I’ll be going now. To the gym. Exercising.” Jongup announces, patting his hyung on the shoulder. Daehyun is still frozen and entranced and confused and silently cursing himself as he watches the younger boy walks towards the door. Jongup stops in his steps abruptly, looking as if a lightbulb just flickered on top of his head.
“Oh right Hyung.” He turns around, digging into the pockets of his sweatpants. “Here’s your mask. You left it in the bathroom this morning.” He says nonchalantly, throwing the mask on Daehyun’s bed before exiting, leaving the owner of the mask alone and dumbfounded.
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(“Jung Daehyun, we need to talk.”
Daehyun sighs behind his mask. He should’ve seen this coming. Himchan is standing in front of him with a stern look on his face. Daehyun silently promises himself to never upset maknae ever again.
“Care to explain why is Jongup telling everyone excitedly that his lips taste yummy?”
That. Daehyun did not see it coming.
But that… he will gladly admit he was the cause of it.)
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a/n: This is my first B.A.P. fic and first DaeJong fic. I hope I didn’t do too lame in my first attempt .___. Please all readers be gentle. There’s a lot of really talented DaeJong writers out there and my fic is nothing compared to them. /all hail osm DaeJong authors
So yeah, Daehyun’s mask really bugs me and this idea popped up. And jsyk, Jongup didn’t plan on hiding Daehyun’s mask in this fic. He really is oblivious and naïve just like that ♥ in my mind, even Zelo is a lot more mature than Jongup, while the latter is just unaware to the harsh world out there~ xD And I wanted to make this DaeJong but I don’t know why it feels more like JongDae -___- Fail writer is failed oTL. I also think that I fail at portraying the members… especially Youngjae. I obviously fail at trying to make Youngjae sound smart. Oh god what do I do why do I fail so much ;~;
Hope you enjoyed nonetheless. I wrote this at past midnight so forgive my nonsense. Thanks for reading!!!