[ONESHOT] Long Forgotten Corridors
Title: Long Forgotten Corridors
Word Count: 1428
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Junhyung/Hyunseung
Summary: Hyunseung really hates it but the way out isn't even an option. He doesn't know what he should do, what he should say because in times like these all words are meaningless.
A/N: It feels like ages ago when I posted an oneshot. I have worked on some (including the Intruder Series Part 2 I promised but everything is still in work) Anyway, in celebration of...this beautiful occurrence that is the upcoming Cube concert, I present you with this small drabble.
It’s not unusual, Hyunseung thinks, not unusual at all to find himself pushed up against a wall and feel lips against in his neck. The tie is pulled looser, the first buttons are popped open within seconds and Hyunseung only manages to inhale sharply - after he finally realizes what situation he is in.
He tries to push him away like he always does, tries to struggle free, tries to hit only to find his hands then closed in a grasp, against the cool wall. Hyunseung doesn’t make noise, only rustling creates sounds against the other’s clothes and only Junhyung’s whispers are the ones carried by the air.
Big school means empty corridors. Means empty long corridors and Hyunseung knows he should’ve left, he knows he should’ve made excuses to leave and he doesn’t even understand it himself - why. Why he keeps giving in when he shouldn’t, when he really doesn’t want to.
Another burst of energy erupts and makes him struggle more as a leg forces Hyunseung’s open slightly, enough to fit his knee between, only to fit it between his and lock Hyunseung in place. All air is lost in his throat as it presses up higher, against his crotch and he could swear he felt Junhyung’s smirk against his skin, against his neck.
Hyunseung hates it but he doesn’t know why he doesn’t escape.
“You love hanging around here, don’t you?” Junhyung whispers, sending warm puffs of air against his neck, bringing out deeper breaths. They both know the other can’t give in, they both hate it but can’t stay away.
Can’t run away.
Junhyung can’t afford to get caught. He has many reasons, way too many with the one chance he’s left with. One small flimsy chance to make up for everything he has done and Hyunseung knows it, he knows it but still drags him deeper, drags him along and sometimes makes him feel like he’s trapping himself, that he’s at fault as much as the other is.
Hyunseung shouldn’t get caught. His reasons aren’t that important, not even worth mentioning but still there. To him it doesn’t exist, during the school-hours there is no sign of what is waiting ahead and they’re strangers because that’s how it’s supposed to be - that’s how they are supposed to be.
He still can’t accept it, not even now when the pressure is becoming even greater and it’s becoming literally unbearable. Junhyung’s little whispers only take him further towards the edge, pushing him forward. He hates it, hates how his body responds to the other’s touch, to the younger’s lips and to his hands. He hates how it makes him feel, how his eyes just burn through his like he understands.
Hyunseung doesn’t know if he does, but at times, when alone, he likes to hope.
“It’s about time you give in,” another low whisper reaches his ears and he knows he’s right. He’s going to give in soon enough, when his body takes over and when his brain steps aside. It’s rare and a year ago impossible but now everything is turned upside down, Junhyung has turned everything upside down and he hates it, really hates it because there is no reason for this. They’re nothing to each other, they only know names, know the brief background but don’t know each other.
Junhyung said they don’t need to. He had whispered it when closing the last buttons of his shirt. His eyes never met Hyunseung’s, they never would, not after they were done.
Like an unwritten rule.
Hyunseung gasps when the younger bites down on his neck, sucking on the flesh and even though his gasp is still voiceless, doesn’t even need to go unheard, it always seems like Junhyung knows it, feels it-
He at times can read him so well that it makes Hyunseung wonder that maybe, just maybe...
But he doesn’t wonder any longer, he’s never given the chance to as fingers work on the buttons, fast as time is ticking and there may be only counted minutes left. They should be careful, hide in a room but it’s always forgotten when their eyes meet and lips are pressed against his skin. He hates how it makes him forget and he hates how vulnerable it makes him but then again, looking at Junhyung it doesn’t seem he’s doing much better.
He’s just as trapped as him. And he also knows it.
“Let go, not here,” Hyunseung makes out, his breaths ragged and uneven and he knows there is no point, but he has to try in the need of excuses to throw at Junhyung’s face because he doesn’t want to be blamed, he can’t be blamed. Not when it wasn’t even him who started it.
But Junhyung never listens because there is no point. He’s only after one thing and Hyunseung knows it well - it’s clear. There are no strings attached.
There can’t be, especially when it was Hyunseung who brought it up.
If only it had made it easier, if only it had helped him not to fall deeper into this mess.
He finally feels plump lips against his. A bit dry but still soft enough and all of his resistance is gone in the blink of an eye. All of his mind is clouded up from a single kiss and he doesn’t even think, can’t think when asked for an entrance which he gladly gives.
Everything feels so rushed, everything makes him too eager and he’s sure it’s lust. It’s lust because he enjoys it, he enjoys it a bit too much. He would start trembling, he would let out pleading whimpers and he hates how it brings out that smirk again, it being another sign for him to continue and he knows, Hyunseung is sure he knows.
But the deal was a deal and both of them say nothing.
After hands start roaming on his chest, on his back and sides and after Junhyung’s thigh starts creating too much friction, Hyunseung finally moans in defeat and swings his arms around Junhyung’s neck. He pulls him closer to him in need for more heat, in need for contact and he only stops to rid the other from his own shirt.
He loves how their skins meet, loves how it seems just too perfect and for once he hopes that one day, if it’ll last for a bit longer, that one day they’d have more time and would have a better place.
That one day the corridors and classrooms would replace with something cosier, more warm even if it’s messy but at times like these and especially after it, he really wonders if he’ll ever have the chance to step into Junhyung’s room.
Even if it’s only to see what it looks like.
He drags his fingers through Junhyung’s hair, feeling how it’s still slightly damp from the showers and he remembers the PE class because his own class had been with windows facing the pitch. He had mathematics and since this year, it was the first time he had ever wanted to walk into that classroom, even if it was to see someone else apart from plain numbers.
It doesn’t matter, only thing that does matter is right here. Right now.
And he doesn’t know why he thinks about it this much, when his job is just to enjoy, to offer the same. He should do nothing else but take the most out of the last months he has left and never before he had dreaded the graduation. He will leave and he hates it because he knows Junhyung will find someone else.
Hyunseung is sure he will, after all, he knows he can’t get rid of his habits.
He bites down into his bare shoulder, from irritation he isn’t supposed to be carrying. He can feel surprise in Junhyung’s actions but nothing is said. The end is coming soon, to their little meetings and they both know they are far past the stage where they both said no strings attached.
They can’t say anything to each other, but they both feel and know it.
They both know they can’t be with anyone else.
His legs end up draped around the other’s waist as his back is firmly pushed against the wall, the slight pain making everything even better. They’re far past the clumsy moves, tugs, the time which feels so long ago. Now they speak silently, understand each other down to the smallest moves and twitches and it doesn’t even take a second to know.
He really hates it.
Word Count: 1428
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Junhyung/Hyunseung
Summary: Hyunseung really hates it but the way out isn't even an option. He doesn't know what he should do, what he should say because in times like these all words are meaningless.
A/N: It feels like ages ago when I posted an oneshot. I have worked on some (including the Intruder Series Part 2 I promised but everything is still in work) Anyway, in celebration of...this beautiful occurrence that is the upcoming Cube concert, I present you with this small drabble.
It’s not unusual, Hyunseung thinks, not unusual at all to find himself pushed up against a wall and feel lips against in his neck. The tie is pulled looser, the first buttons are popped open within seconds and Hyunseung only manages to inhale sharply - after he finally realizes what situation he is in.
He tries to push him away like he always does, tries to struggle free, tries to hit only to find his hands then closed in a grasp, against the cool wall. Hyunseung doesn’t make noise, only rustling creates sounds against the other’s clothes and only Junhyung’s whispers are the ones carried by the air.
Big school means empty corridors. Means empty long corridors and Hyunseung knows he should’ve left, he knows he should’ve made excuses to leave and he doesn’t even understand it himself - why. Why he keeps giving in when he shouldn’t, when he really doesn’t want to.
Another burst of energy erupts and makes him struggle more as a leg forces Hyunseung’s open slightly, enough to fit his knee between, only to fit it between his and lock Hyunseung in place. All air is lost in his throat as it presses up higher, against his crotch and he could swear he felt Junhyung’s smirk against his skin, against his neck.
Hyunseung hates it but he doesn’t know why he doesn’t escape.
“You love hanging around here, don’t you?” Junhyung whispers, sending warm puffs of air against his neck, bringing out deeper breaths. They both know the other can’t give in, they both hate it but can’t stay away.
Can’t run away.
Junhyung can’t afford to get caught. He has many reasons, way too many with the one chance he’s left with. One small flimsy chance to make up for everything he has done and Hyunseung knows it, he knows it but still drags him deeper, drags him along and sometimes makes him feel like he’s trapping himself, that he’s at fault as much as the other is.
Hyunseung shouldn’t get caught. His reasons aren’t that important, not even worth mentioning but still there. To him it doesn’t exist, during the school-hours there is no sign of what is waiting ahead and they’re strangers because that’s how it’s supposed to be - that’s how they are supposed to be.
He still can’t accept it, not even now when the pressure is becoming even greater and it’s becoming literally unbearable. Junhyung’s little whispers only take him further towards the edge, pushing him forward. He hates it, hates how his body responds to the other’s touch, to the younger’s lips and to his hands. He hates how it makes him feel, how his eyes just burn through his like he understands.
Hyunseung doesn’t know if he does, but at times, when alone, he likes to hope.
“It’s about time you give in,” another low whisper reaches his ears and he knows he’s right. He’s going to give in soon enough, when his body takes over and when his brain steps aside. It’s rare and a year ago impossible but now everything is turned upside down, Junhyung has turned everything upside down and he hates it, really hates it because there is no reason for this. They’re nothing to each other, they only know names, know the brief background but don’t know each other.
Junhyung said they don’t need to. He had whispered it when closing the last buttons of his shirt. His eyes never met Hyunseung’s, they never would, not after they were done.
Like an unwritten rule.
Hyunseung gasps when the younger bites down on his neck, sucking on the flesh and even though his gasp is still voiceless, doesn’t even need to go unheard, it always seems like Junhyung knows it, feels it-
He at times can read him so well that it makes Hyunseung wonder that maybe, just maybe...
But he doesn’t wonder any longer, he’s never given the chance to as fingers work on the buttons, fast as time is ticking and there may be only counted minutes left. They should be careful, hide in a room but it’s always forgotten when their eyes meet and lips are pressed against his skin. He hates how it makes him forget and he hates how vulnerable it makes him but then again, looking at Junhyung it doesn’t seem he’s doing much better.
He’s just as trapped as him. And he also knows it.
“Let go, not here,” Hyunseung makes out, his breaths ragged and uneven and he knows there is no point, but he has to try in the need of excuses to throw at Junhyung’s face because he doesn’t want to be blamed, he can’t be blamed. Not when it wasn’t even him who started it.
But Junhyung never listens because there is no point. He’s only after one thing and Hyunseung knows it well - it’s clear. There are no strings attached.
There can’t be, especially when it was Hyunseung who brought it up.
If only it had made it easier, if only it had helped him not to fall deeper into this mess.
He finally feels plump lips against his. A bit dry but still soft enough and all of his resistance is gone in the blink of an eye. All of his mind is clouded up from a single kiss and he doesn’t even think, can’t think when asked for an entrance which he gladly gives.
Everything feels so rushed, everything makes him too eager and he’s sure it’s lust. It’s lust because he enjoys it, he enjoys it a bit too much. He would start trembling, he would let out pleading whimpers and he hates how it brings out that smirk again, it being another sign for him to continue and he knows, Hyunseung is sure he knows.
But the deal was a deal and both of them say nothing.
After hands start roaming on his chest, on his back and sides and after Junhyung’s thigh starts creating too much friction, Hyunseung finally moans in defeat and swings his arms around Junhyung’s neck. He pulls him closer to him in need for more heat, in need for contact and he only stops to rid the other from his own shirt.
He loves how their skins meet, loves how it seems just too perfect and for once he hopes that one day, if it’ll last for a bit longer, that one day they’d have more time and would have a better place.
That one day the corridors and classrooms would replace with something cosier, more warm even if it’s messy but at times like these and especially after it, he really wonders if he’ll ever have the chance to step into Junhyung’s room.
Even if it’s only to see what it looks like.
He drags his fingers through Junhyung’s hair, feeling how it’s still slightly damp from the showers and he remembers the PE class because his own class had been with windows facing the pitch. He had mathematics and since this year, it was the first time he had ever wanted to walk into that classroom, even if it was to see someone else apart from plain numbers.
It doesn’t matter, only thing that does matter is right here. Right now.
And he doesn’t know why he thinks about it this much, when his job is just to enjoy, to offer the same. He should do nothing else but take the most out of the last months he has left and never before he had dreaded the graduation. He will leave and he hates it because he knows Junhyung will find someone else.
Hyunseung is sure he will, after all, he knows he can’t get rid of his habits.
He bites down into his bare shoulder, from irritation he isn’t supposed to be carrying. He can feel surprise in Junhyung’s actions but nothing is said. The end is coming soon, to their little meetings and they both know they are far past the stage where they both said no strings attached.
They can’t say anything to each other, but they both feel and know it.
They both know they can’t be with anyone else.
His legs end up draped around the other’s waist as his back is firmly pushed against the wall, the slight pain making everything even better. They’re far past the clumsy moves, tugs, the time which feels so long ago. Now they speak silently, understand each other down to the smallest moves and twitches and it doesn’t even take a second to know.
He really hates it.