Dim Streetlamps and Hopped Fences
Title: Dim Streetlamps and Hopped Fences
Fandom: BTOB
Pairing: Sungjae/Peniel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 506
Summary: Sungjae is always up and about.
For this prompt at seoulfulness.
He could feel a bead of blood crawling down the side of his face, but he let it fall from his chin and leave a dark spot on his filthy jeans. The window was letting in the night’s icy, mid-December breeze, but he held his muscles taut, refusing to shiver.
His head was pounding, so much it was almost dizzying, but he kept his eyes on the boy looking just as intently at the bit of ice he was holding to Sungjae’s bottom lip.
“The swelling’s going down…”
“Hyung, can you look at me?”
Because no matter how hard he stared, no matter how still he stayed, propped up on the cold, white tile counter top, Peniel would not meet his gaze.
“Look, I know you’re pissed, but-”
“I’m not-” Peniel stops, stops and closes his eyes tight, keeping himself from screaming.
“I’m not pissed, I’m just…” he finds the right words. “Tired. I’m just tired. I’m tired of phone calls at three in the morning, I’m tired of hearing you mumble at the end of the line because you can’t even figure out where you are, I’m tired of finding you sitting on broken glass with the crap beaten out of you-”
Sungjae cuts him off with a mutter. “It’s not that bad, you should’ve seen the other-”
“Sungjae, just shut up.”
But he’s smiling and Sungjae wants to return it, but his face hurts too much for him to grin too widely.
“I’m tired of having to patch you up like this.”
There’s a bit of a silence, and Peniel raises a hand and sifts Sungjae’s hair through his fingers, almost absentmindedly.
Sungjae leans into the touch, but something’s still wrong. His chest is still tight, and Peniel’s smirk had faded much too quickly.
“…I’m sorry. I don’t know why you keep helping me out, when all I do is…” He stops.
“I’m just more trouble than I’m worth, right?”
Then Sungjae feels a small pull as Peniel tightens his hold on the short dark strands and pulls away, his clouded eyes clearing.
“No, that’s a lie. You’re a lot of trouble, yeah… but not more than you’re worth.” He smiles again. “Trust me.”
Then he pushes on the final bandage, right about Sungjae’s eye, and kisses it, gently.
Then Peniel starts to clean up, turning away and walking across the small kitchen to put away the antiseptic.
As he opens the cupboard, he feels someone press up against his back. Sungjae’s tall; he bends to place his chin on Peniel’s shoulder.
“Thanks.”
Peniel raises his arm to close the cabinet once again.
“Sure.”
Then Sungjae bends lower and speaks in a whisper, almost… embarrassed.
“You know you’re all I’ve got, right, hyung?”
Then he presses his lips lightly onto Peniel’s neck, and he responds with an arm tossed around Sungjae’s shoulder and a real kiss, one that catches Sungjae off guard, and though it still stings a bit he goes with it soon enough.
You’re all I’ve got, too.
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A/N: These two were my oTP BEFORE I EVEN KNEW WHO THEY WERE AGH WHY. Hooray for delinquent!Sungjae, too. Teehee.
Fandom: BTOB
Pairing: Sungjae/Peniel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 506
Summary: Sungjae is always up and about.
For this prompt at seoulfulness.
He could feel a bead of blood crawling down the side of his face, but he let it fall from his chin and leave a dark spot on his filthy jeans. The window was letting in the night’s icy, mid-December breeze, but he held his muscles taut, refusing to shiver.
His head was pounding, so much it was almost dizzying, but he kept his eyes on the boy looking just as intently at the bit of ice he was holding to Sungjae’s bottom lip.
“The swelling’s going down…”
“Hyung, can you look at me?”
Because no matter how hard he stared, no matter how still he stayed, propped up on the cold, white tile counter top, Peniel would not meet his gaze.
“Look, I know you’re pissed, but-”
“I’m not-” Peniel stops, stops and closes his eyes tight, keeping himself from screaming.
“I’m not pissed, I’m just…” he finds the right words. “Tired. I’m just tired. I’m tired of phone calls at three in the morning, I’m tired of hearing you mumble at the end of the line because you can’t even figure out where you are, I’m tired of finding you sitting on broken glass with the crap beaten out of you-”
Sungjae cuts him off with a mutter. “It’s not that bad, you should’ve seen the other-”
“Sungjae, just shut up.”
But he’s smiling and Sungjae wants to return it, but his face hurts too much for him to grin too widely.
“I’m tired of having to patch you up like this.”
There’s a bit of a silence, and Peniel raises a hand and sifts Sungjae’s hair through his fingers, almost absentmindedly.
Sungjae leans into the touch, but something’s still wrong. His chest is still tight, and Peniel’s smirk had faded much too quickly.
“…I’m sorry. I don’t know why you keep helping me out, when all I do is…” He stops.
“I’m just more trouble than I’m worth, right?”
Then Sungjae feels a small pull as Peniel tightens his hold on the short dark strands and pulls away, his clouded eyes clearing.
“No, that’s a lie. You’re a lot of trouble, yeah… but not more than you’re worth.” He smiles again. “Trust me.”
Then he pushes on the final bandage, right about Sungjae’s eye, and kisses it, gently.
Then Peniel starts to clean up, turning away and walking across the small kitchen to put away the antiseptic.
As he opens the cupboard, he feels someone press up against his back. Sungjae’s tall; he bends to place his chin on Peniel’s shoulder.
“Thanks.”
Peniel raises his arm to close the cabinet once again.
“Sure.”
Then Sungjae bends lower and speaks in a whisper, almost… embarrassed.
“You know you’re all I’ve got, right, hyung?”
Then he presses his lips lightly onto Peniel’s neck, and he responds with an arm tossed around Sungjae’s shoulder and a real kiss, one that catches Sungjae off guard, and though it still stings a bit he goes with it soon enough.
You’re all I’ve got, too.
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A/N: These two were my oTP BEFORE I EVEN KNEW WHO THEY WERE AGH WHY. Hooray for delinquent!Sungjae, too. Teehee.