just a reminder ; doojoon/hyunseung
just a reminder; R; dooseung
summary: Doojoon reminds Hyunseung of his self-confidence.
A/N: this is extremely crappy and I apologize.for a certain noona that is like never on livejournal but is on my MSN list. stalking me. waiting. noona. go away now. no jk ilu. ENJOY. ♥
idea from the kpopkinkmeme. :)
Most of the time, Hyunseung does not believe he's special, unique, amazing, talented, or anything; despite the hwaiting!! ^^ oppa saranghae~~~, oppa, are you eating well? saranghae~!, BEAST hwaiting!!!, come back, we miss you!! comments he finds posted on his cyworld. He looks into the mirror day after day and wishes for another inch of "pudge" around his cheeks like Yoseob has, or the famous dazzling smile Kikwang's known for, a voice that's smooth like Doojoon's, to be tall like Dongwoon, or even just have stage charisma and just be a wonderful mother-esque figure like Junhyung. And sometimes, he feels he does nothing but bring the group down even moreso to some unfathomable level of fail, really held together by their visual maknae's cuteness. (because nobody can deny it, not even him.)
After all, they're the reject group, aren't they?
And nothing good has ever come out of the reject group.
Hyunseung sighs, fixing bits of black hair (it's boring and not quite all remotely colourful like yoseob's was, and it's very unflattering, but it's pleasing the netizens after recieving at least three hundred comments a day on his Bad Girl style) and looking into the mirror. His features seem a little too sharp for his face, like someone just really stuck everything there last minute. Sure, everyone always told him hyungseung, you're so gorgeous, you're really pretty; you could be a girl, you're the reason behind B2UTY being our fanclub name, but was it really all true or were they just trying to make him feel better?
He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against the mirror, a shudder and a sigh escaping through his body as he tries so hard to not cry, freezing as he feels arms wrapped around his waist and a bit of soft hair nuzzling him. Cracking his eyes open reveals it's only Doojoon pressed against the junction of his collarbone and neck.
"Seungseung," he murmurs out, "What're you still doing here? Practice ended a while ago..."
And Hyunseung can't hold it in anymore, he feels tears spill out (just a few, but he won't admit that) as he sighs and lets their body heat mingle and listens to their heartbeats.
"It's nothing," he finds himself lying, faking a smile and wiping his eyes, "I was just thinking about a few things."
Doojoon smiles and ruffles his hair, knowing that something's really wrong with his dongsaeng, but he knows Hyunseung - he'll come to him when he wants something figured out; or crack eventually.
"Alright, come to dinner then, Yoseob's going to eat it all otherwise." Hyunseung follows him out of the practice room, casting one look at the mirror and mouthing hwaiting to himself; but who's he kidding? It's just a facade to keep up his confidence, and he knows it.
----
He's way too distracted during dinner; Dongwoon has to repeat himself at least four times and even Kikwang raises an eyebrow a few times at some of the things that comes out of their usually-shy boy's mouth. After a few bites he asks to be excused, but when he catches Junhyung's very umma-like glare, quickly clears his plate and then asks to be excused. ("Hyunseung, you need to eat more, you're way too thing. Here, look, take this and this..." "hyung, take my portion too," Yoseob offers)
Hyunseung heads back downstairs a few moments later to their dance studio, sitting in the middle of the floor and taking out his iPod, untangling the cords and shuffling to his playlist before stretching and beginning to dance. He has to get better at dancing, he has to prove he's worth something because god, it still hurts knowing that he was so close to paradise but was thrown back at the last second. It hurts knowing he could've been in Big Bang and been to where they are now; it just hurts. And no amount of really anything Jiyong does (because he's gotten a few texts of encouragement; these he kept locked and hidden) can soothe that pain in his heart.
----
Doojoon has followed him into the studio, studying the boy's fluid movements; how he dances by feeling the rhythm in each beat and not just the song itself, how he seems to tap into the artist's mind and read exactly how the song was meant to be danced. He's in awe, really - there's a reason that Hyunseung was pointed to be their main dancer. Every beat (at least the ones Doojoon catches from his always-loud headphones) is spot on and it's causing slight shivers to run up and down his spine. However he accidentally slams the door closed and Hyungseung, being startled by the sudden sound missteps; falling over and letting out a groan of frustration and disappointment; leader quickly running over to make sure he's okay. Hyunseung waves him off with a small wince (he'll be fine).
"Sorry," Doojoon whispers, but Hyunseung can hardly hear him over the bout of mumbling and blaring headphones.
"Not your fault, hyung," and the room lapses into silence. "I was just practicing, the concert's in a few days..."
"You're pretty amazing already though."
"No I'm not, hyung; it's a lie... Kikwang's the best dancer in the group; he was ready to go solo. I got..." he doesn't want to say thrown out, but he knows it's there in the air between them just quite waiting to be said, "fuck...I...I'm just not good enough."
Hyunseung is taken aback when suddenly he finds Doojoon's lips pressed to his, feeling his eyes widen; before he finds himself melting into the touch because oh, it's quite nice that one of Doojoon's hands is rubbing soft circles on his back and just generally being very warm. And so Hyunseung kisses him back (but very timidly, as he isn't sure where all their boundaries are going, feeling Doojoon unwrap the scarf around his neck (a habit he never fully got rid of; wearing scarves in the house) as they're kissing and discaring it to the side.
Their tongues clash in an attempt for dominance; to which Doojoon gladly lets the younger male take over and explore the confines of his mouth. Hyunseung pulls back after a moment, nearly breathless, a faint whisper of "Doojoon" being the only thing coming from his lips, slightly red and swollen from their mini-make out session (he always bruised so easily).
"Shh," Doojoon whispers, carefully pulling Hyunseung so his back was flush against his chest and keeping them both in a semi-seated position, pressing more soft kisses down the other's now-bare neck, stopping when he got to the other's collarbone and biting it to feel the other shudder underneath his ministrations and let out a small whine. "Seungseung, shhh, look at yourself," he points to the mirror.
"N-no," the younger male whimpers out, but the leader softly swats his thigh. Hyunseung cracks his eyes open and sees himself flushed with sweat and pre-arousal and half-hard (and this sight almost makes him shut his eyes in embarrassment; to be caught in such a state). He moans softly when the older male suckles on the bruise, trailing lips up to his ear and biting the lobe lightly. "D-Doojoon..."
"Hyunseung," the breathy gasp makes the younger shudder, "you're beautiful. You're such an amazing dancer, regardless of what anyone says or what happened. Don't let it all get to you; you're with us now. Look at these thighs..." He trails a hand over Hyunseung's thighs and revels in the shudder and moan the other makes, trailing fingers slowly up and down them just to watch the other twist and squirm in the mirror. "Look at this stomach; you're amazing no matter how much you eat, so it's okay to have some of that cake once in a while. And these hips..."
At this Hyunseung loses it, nearly collapsing into Doojoon's lap with the effort of trying to hold back moans and himself up. Their leader seems to read his mind, whispering nonsense to him in his ear as the hand on his thighs slowly slides into his pants, wrapping fingers around the other's length and starting to stroke up, ignoring the soft whines and noises the dancer's making above him.
Doojoon watches Hyunseung through half lidded eyes of his own, watches the way he writhes and the soft more and faster escaping from him; until his cock reminds him that it's there with a painful twitch. Both men stop and look at each other - leader with an almost embarassed smile and hesitance in his eyes and dongsaeng panting slightly with lust darkening his eyes - before a look of understanding passed between them, and Hyunseung finds himself capturing Doojoon's lips in another kiss, sliding down both their pants in one fluid motion and moaning softly into the kiss as their erections touched. "Doojoon," Hyunseung whispers out, and the leader finds himself leaning twoards the male so he can hear the request.
There is none, but Doojoon knows what it is.
He sucks two fingers into his mouth and shifts a little to have Hyunseung spread his legs more, trailing more soft kisses up his jaw before suddenly pushing one past his tight ring of muscle and the soft howl the other lets out may just make up for every failed dance move that their lead dancer has pulled in the practice room. He adds a second and scissors them carefully, and Hyunseung lets out an even hotter noise than before as Doojoon's fingers touch that spot inside of him.
Some odd-few moments of prep later, Hyunseung is rubbing against the leader's erection and letting out needy whimpers and hyung please thrown in; and he can't say no to that. So he lets out a soft nod after removing his fingers and Hyunseung carefully positions himself over the other's cock and slowly slides down (Doojoon is holding his hip just in case, but Hyunseung swats his hand away with a soft glare), gasping oh my fucking shit god damnit and every English curse word that he'd picked up (he makes a mental note to yell at Kikwang later) just rolling out of that mouth of his. A hiss escapes from Doojoon as he feels the heat around his cock, trying desperately hard to not thrust quite yet.
Of course he fails; Doojoon has never been patient.
"M-move," Hyunseung chokes out, and both immediately start rocking and sliding into a rhythm like they've done this before (or maybe, just maybe, Hyunseung is that good of a dancer), like it's all familiar territory. And Doojoon realizes they're in a dance studio and shit, there's mirrors around and so he wraps a free hand around the male's cock, fisting it - "Open your eyes. Look at yourself."
Hyunseung shudders, but obeys: he sees himself riding Doojoon like his life depends on it, nails digging into the other's shoulders and leaving angry cresecent marks into the leader's skin, hickeys on his neck, sweat rolling off their bodies, and his cock in Doojoon's hand leaking copious amounts of precum onto the other's abs.
With a shudder that echos throughout his entire body and a harsh cry, he finally comes onto the older male's stomach; Doojoon following soon after with a low and sensual growl that nearly has Hyunseung coming again. They lay collapsed for a few moments, breath trying to return to normal (and Doojoon's release trickling out of Hyunseung's ass, but he really can't be bothered to move or do anything about it; the leader is suddenly warm and comfy).
"Yeah," Doojoon whispers a few moments later, brushing sweat-soaked bangs off Hyunseung's forehead and kissing it, "you're amazing."
Hyunseung has never performed better on the stage two days later.
Doojoon just smiles and gives him a thumbs-up.
And Hyunseung realizes that maybe, just maybe, if he's not all that to himself, he's definitely all that to Doojoon.
summary: Doojoon reminds Hyunseung of his self-confidence.
A/N: this is extremely crappy and I apologize.for a certain noona that is like never on livejournal but is on my MSN list. stalking me. waiting. noona. go away now. no jk ilu. ENJOY. ♥
idea from the kpopkinkmeme. :)
Most of the time, Hyunseung does not believe he's special, unique, amazing, talented, or anything; despite the hwaiting!! ^^ oppa saranghae~~~, oppa, are you eating well? saranghae~!, BEAST hwaiting!!!, come back, we miss you!! comments he finds posted on his cyworld. He looks into the mirror day after day and wishes for another inch of "pudge" around his cheeks like Yoseob has, or the famous dazzling smile Kikwang's known for, a voice that's smooth like Doojoon's, to be tall like Dongwoon, or even just have stage charisma and just be a wonderful mother-esque figure like Junhyung. And sometimes, he feels he does nothing but bring the group down even moreso to some unfathomable level of fail, really held together by their visual maknae's cuteness. (because nobody can deny it, not even him.)
After all, they're the reject group, aren't they?
And nothing good has ever come out of the reject group.
Hyunseung sighs, fixing bits of black hair (it's boring and not quite all remotely colourful like yoseob's was, and it's very unflattering, but it's pleasing the netizens after recieving at least three hundred comments a day on his Bad Girl style) and looking into the mirror. His features seem a little too sharp for his face, like someone just really stuck everything there last minute. Sure, everyone always told him hyungseung, you're so gorgeous, you're really pretty; you could be a girl, you're the reason behind B2UTY being our fanclub name, but was it really all true or were they just trying to make him feel better?
He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against the mirror, a shudder and a sigh escaping through his body as he tries so hard to not cry, freezing as he feels arms wrapped around his waist and a bit of soft hair nuzzling him. Cracking his eyes open reveals it's only Doojoon pressed against the junction of his collarbone and neck.
"Seungseung," he murmurs out, "What're you still doing here? Practice ended a while ago..."
And Hyunseung can't hold it in anymore, he feels tears spill out (just a few, but he won't admit that) as he sighs and lets their body heat mingle and listens to their heartbeats.
"It's nothing," he finds himself lying, faking a smile and wiping his eyes, "I was just thinking about a few things."
Doojoon smiles and ruffles his hair, knowing that something's really wrong with his dongsaeng, but he knows Hyunseung - he'll come to him when he wants something figured out; or crack eventually.
"Alright, come to dinner then, Yoseob's going to eat it all otherwise." Hyunseung follows him out of the practice room, casting one look at the mirror and mouthing hwaiting to himself; but who's he kidding? It's just a facade to keep up his confidence, and he knows it.
----
He's way too distracted during dinner; Dongwoon has to repeat himself at least four times and even Kikwang raises an eyebrow a few times at some of the things that comes out of their usually-shy boy's mouth. After a few bites he asks to be excused, but when he catches Junhyung's very umma-like glare, quickly clears his plate and then asks to be excused. ("Hyunseung, you need to eat more, you're way too thing. Here, look, take this and this..." "hyung, take my portion too," Yoseob offers)
Hyunseung heads back downstairs a few moments later to their dance studio, sitting in the middle of the floor and taking out his iPod, untangling the cords and shuffling to his playlist before stretching and beginning to dance. He has to get better at dancing, he has to prove he's worth something because god, it still hurts knowing that he was so close to paradise but was thrown back at the last second. It hurts knowing he could've been in Big Bang and been to where they are now; it just hurts. And no amount of really anything Jiyong does (because he's gotten a few texts of encouragement; these he kept locked and hidden) can soothe that pain in his heart.
----
Doojoon has followed him into the studio, studying the boy's fluid movements; how he dances by feeling the rhythm in each beat and not just the song itself, how he seems to tap into the artist's mind and read exactly how the song was meant to be danced. He's in awe, really - there's a reason that Hyunseung was pointed to be their main dancer. Every beat (at least the ones Doojoon catches from his always-loud headphones) is spot on and it's causing slight shivers to run up and down his spine. However he accidentally slams the door closed and Hyungseung, being startled by the sudden sound missteps; falling over and letting out a groan of frustration and disappointment; leader quickly running over to make sure he's okay. Hyunseung waves him off with a small wince (he'll be fine).
"Sorry," Doojoon whispers, but Hyunseung can hardly hear him over the bout of mumbling and blaring headphones.
"Not your fault, hyung," and the room lapses into silence. "I was just practicing, the concert's in a few days..."
"You're pretty amazing already though."
"No I'm not, hyung; it's a lie... Kikwang's the best dancer in the group; he was ready to go solo. I got..." he doesn't want to say thrown out, but he knows it's there in the air between them just quite waiting to be said, "fuck...I...I'm just not good enough."
Hyunseung is taken aback when suddenly he finds Doojoon's lips pressed to his, feeling his eyes widen; before he finds himself melting into the touch because oh, it's quite nice that one of Doojoon's hands is rubbing soft circles on his back and just generally being very warm. And so Hyunseung kisses him back (but very timidly, as he isn't sure where all their boundaries are going, feeling Doojoon unwrap the scarf around his neck (a habit he never fully got rid of; wearing scarves in the house) as they're kissing and discaring it to the side.
Their tongues clash in an attempt for dominance; to which Doojoon gladly lets the younger male take over and explore the confines of his mouth. Hyunseung pulls back after a moment, nearly breathless, a faint whisper of "Doojoon" being the only thing coming from his lips, slightly red and swollen from their mini-make out session (he always bruised so easily).
"Shh," Doojoon whispers, carefully pulling Hyunseung so his back was flush against his chest and keeping them both in a semi-seated position, pressing more soft kisses down the other's now-bare neck, stopping when he got to the other's collarbone and biting it to feel the other shudder underneath his ministrations and let out a small whine. "Seungseung, shhh, look at yourself," he points to the mirror.
"N-no," the younger male whimpers out, but the leader softly swats his thigh. Hyunseung cracks his eyes open and sees himself flushed with sweat and pre-arousal and half-hard (and this sight almost makes him shut his eyes in embarrassment; to be caught in such a state). He moans softly when the older male suckles on the bruise, trailing lips up to his ear and biting the lobe lightly. "D-Doojoon..."
"Hyunseung," the breathy gasp makes the younger shudder, "you're beautiful. You're such an amazing dancer, regardless of what anyone says or what happened. Don't let it all get to you; you're with us now. Look at these thighs..." He trails a hand over Hyunseung's thighs and revels in the shudder and moan the other makes, trailing fingers slowly up and down them just to watch the other twist and squirm in the mirror. "Look at this stomach; you're amazing no matter how much you eat, so it's okay to have some of that cake once in a while. And these hips..."
At this Hyunseung loses it, nearly collapsing into Doojoon's lap with the effort of trying to hold back moans and himself up. Their leader seems to read his mind, whispering nonsense to him in his ear as the hand on his thighs slowly slides into his pants, wrapping fingers around the other's length and starting to stroke up, ignoring the soft whines and noises the dancer's making above him.
Doojoon watches Hyunseung through half lidded eyes of his own, watches the way he writhes and the soft more and faster escaping from him; until his cock reminds him that it's there with a painful twitch. Both men stop and look at each other - leader with an almost embarassed smile and hesitance in his eyes and dongsaeng panting slightly with lust darkening his eyes - before a look of understanding passed between them, and Hyunseung finds himself capturing Doojoon's lips in another kiss, sliding down both their pants in one fluid motion and moaning softly into the kiss as their erections touched. "Doojoon," Hyunseung whispers out, and the leader finds himself leaning twoards the male so he can hear the request.
There is none, but Doojoon knows what it is.
He sucks two fingers into his mouth and shifts a little to have Hyunseung spread his legs more, trailing more soft kisses up his jaw before suddenly pushing one past his tight ring of muscle and the soft howl the other lets out may just make up for every failed dance move that their lead dancer has pulled in the practice room. He adds a second and scissors them carefully, and Hyunseung lets out an even hotter noise than before as Doojoon's fingers touch that spot inside of him.
Some odd-few moments of prep later, Hyunseung is rubbing against the leader's erection and letting out needy whimpers and hyung please thrown in; and he can't say no to that. So he lets out a soft nod after removing his fingers and Hyunseung carefully positions himself over the other's cock and slowly slides down (Doojoon is holding his hip just in case, but Hyunseung swats his hand away with a soft glare), gasping oh my fucking shit god damnit and every English curse word that he'd picked up (he makes a mental note to yell at Kikwang later) just rolling out of that mouth of his. A hiss escapes from Doojoon as he feels the heat around his cock, trying desperately hard to not thrust quite yet.
Of course he fails; Doojoon has never been patient.
"M-move," Hyunseung chokes out, and both immediately start rocking and sliding into a rhythm like they've done this before (or maybe, just maybe, Hyunseung is that good of a dancer), like it's all familiar territory. And Doojoon realizes they're in a dance studio and shit, there's mirrors around and so he wraps a free hand around the male's cock, fisting it - "Open your eyes. Look at yourself."
Hyunseung shudders, but obeys: he sees himself riding Doojoon like his life depends on it, nails digging into the other's shoulders and leaving angry cresecent marks into the leader's skin, hickeys on his neck, sweat rolling off their bodies, and his cock in Doojoon's hand leaking copious amounts of precum onto the other's abs.
With a shudder that echos throughout his entire body and a harsh cry, he finally comes onto the older male's stomach; Doojoon following soon after with a low and sensual growl that nearly has Hyunseung coming again. They lay collapsed for a few moments, breath trying to return to normal (and Doojoon's release trickling out of Hyunseung's ass, but he really can't be bothered to move or do anything about it; the leader is suddenly warm and comfy).
"Yeah," Doojoon whispers a few moments later, brushing sweat-soaked bangs off Hyunseung's forehead and kissing it, "you're amazing."
Hyunseung has never performed better on the stage two days later.
Doojoon just smiles and gives him a thumbs-up.
And Hyunseung realizes that maybe, just maybe, if he's not all that to himself, he's definitely all that to Doojoon.