vixx|| no words (leo+ ken)
info: vixx (leo + ken), pg, 1149 words
summary: jaehwan's still hungry and taekwoon's no fun.
they’re on the floor in the hotel room eating take-out. or rather, taekwoon is eating and jaehwan is watching, because he’s been ordered to maintain a minimum distance of two feet away from all remaining food. it’s an order taekwoon rigidly enforces. but really, it’s not jaehwan’s fault that taekwoon took a long shower, or that the delivery arrived early, or that he’d been left alone with a spread of delicious food, or that he couldn’t resist pigging out. it’s not.
so jaehwan (still hungry) resolves to make taekwoon’s dinner as mercilessly unbearable as humanly possible.
he takes a selca with the soup spoon he's managed to steal hanging from the tip of his nose. one selca, and then another. and another. peace sign, aegyo, ugly face, sexy pose- complete with a running dialogue of captions and sound effects for each. he turns around and holds his phone at an angle so that both of them are in the picture. in it, taekwoon is sucking noodles into his mouth. he tweets it from taekwoon’s twitter (revenge!), because apparently pictures of taekwoon eating are a popular affair.
taekwoon only glances at him before delicately sipping his soup straight from the bowl, because even if jaehwan agreed to give back the spoon (fat chance), it would be thoroughly contaminated.
jaehwan thinks he’s still in that safe area between taekwoon’s moods, the place where his encyclopedia of endless annoyances doesn’t bring any real anger- or more importantly, violence- out of his older band-mate. he thinks this, so he scoots around the food between them and makes an attempt to hang the spoon on taekwoon’s nose this time around.
taekwoon anticipates and tucks his chin just in time. relentless, jaehwan shoves his fingers between taekwoon’s chin and neck to force him to look up, but taekwoon is having none of it. the older boy elbows him- not hard- but jaehwan knows enough to escape before the real fight begins.
there is no limit to jaehwan’s creativity, so if he can’t get the spoon in place long enough to snap a picture, he’ll do it from a distance. he holds the camera in one hand, the spoon in other, and poses for action, waiting. when taekwoon finally looks up to wonder about his band-mate’s raised hands, jaehwan is ready. with the spoon at arms distance, he angles the camera just so. there’s a click as it captures a photo of taekwoon with his nose blocked by the shining shell of the spoon.
jaehwan is no longer in the safe zone.
taekwoon lunges for him, but jaehwan is faster. he pushes his heels into the floor to slide out of harm’s way, laughing, and tries to tweet the newest picture before his phone is snatched away.
taekwoon is half crawling, half diving for him, and he would look silly except that his face looks so dangerous. jaehwan, anticipating the not-so-violent violence, raises his hands to protect his face and draws his knees to his chest. undeterred, taekwoon plants both feet on either side of him, and jaehwan has no choice but to accommodate him as taekwoon lowers to his knees on top of him.
jaehwan’s breath goes out in a wheeze of laughter as taekwoon settles his full weight onto his stomach. there’s a scuffle as they fight for the phone, pushing and pulling at each other, and jaehwan’s head hits the floor. there are threats of further violence, but jaehwan refuses to let go. finally, taekwoon drives his thumb into the tender ligaments of jaehwan’s wrist, and the phone tumbles to the floor.
there's no blocking the hit that comes to him now, and jaehwan winces as taekwoon chops his neck with the side of his hand. he’s grateful that taekwoon is at least considerate enough to keep the hit well away from his throat. it hurts, but jaehwan’s pretty much asked for it, so the smile that turns up the corners of his complaining mouth is genuine.
taekwoon- predictably- doesn’t smile.
jaehwan expects him to get up, but apparently taekwoon is comfortable where he is. he leans back against jaehwan’s raised knees as he collects the phone and begins to tap away at it. he guesses taekwoon is deleting the pictures that caused their fight, but jaehwan is smug knowing that he won’t find out about the selca he’d tweeted until he sees the fans’ replies later (though he does shudder to think what taekwoon will do when he finds out).
taekwoon takes so long with the phone that jaehwan begins to wonder if he isn’t exacting some sort of payback as well. he’ll have to search carefully through his phone later; when taekwoon gets his revenge, it’s always crafty.
the phone hits his chest when taekwoon finishes, because of course he doesn’t just hand it to him like a civilized human being. rude. despite this, jaehwan pulls out his most winning smile. it’s a gloat, but a cute one, and really, how can he not celebrate this victory? getting a rise out of taekwoon is a good a win as anything.
now, jaehwan thinks, now taekwoon’s getting up, because he puts both hands on the ground like he’s going to push up off the floor. jaehwan is wrong again. he waits, but taekwoon just leans with his weight on his hands, staring at an invisible something on jaehwan’s face. there is something in his expression, a shyness that’s out of place given their playful fight. a hesitancy.
taekwoon starts to say something, soft, but then he licks his lips in a sure sign of nervousness and says nothing instead. it takes a while for jaehwan to realize that what the older boy has been spaced-out staring at is not, in fact, an invisible something. it's-
oh.
realizing, taekwoon’s expression closes so fast that jaehwan almost misses the embarrassment that pinches his face. but taekwoon’s not fast enough to get away- when he does start to move, jaehwan catches his shirt in his fist and pulls him back. taekwoon continues to try to escape, rising to his knees even as jaehwan pulls him down, down. it’s an attempt, but it’s so halfhearted that neither of them believe it.
taekwoon may have his reservations, but jaehwan, on the other hand, has none.
their kiss is careful, because taekwoon is fragile, so breakable, and jaehwan doesn’t want to scare him. it’s awkward too; taekwoon kisses like he’s never done this before, not once, but then-it’s been a long time for both of them. each brush of the lips brings out a soft sigh from taekwoon that’s something close to happy, and jaehwan feels a rush of hot satisfaction sluice through him at the older boy’s quiet pleasure.
taewkoon doesn’t smile when he gets up to finish eating, but jaewhan remembers the stuttering of taekwoon’s heartbeat beneath his fingertips, and thinks that’s just fine.