Korean Whispers [1/1]
Title: Korean Whispers [1/1]
Pairing: Junseung
Minor Pairing: Dooseob
Appearances: F.Cuz, MBLAQ, Key, Jinwoon, F(X), 2PM
Rating: PG13 (For swears)
Genre: Comedy, fluff
Summary: It all started with a little too much coke, some alcohol and Jinon's big mouth...
Notes: Cookies for anyone who gets the 'hidden' pairings
It all started with a little too much coke, some alcohol and Jinon’s big mouth.
Junhyung is reading fan-mail, half on his own bed - half on Hyunseung’s when the older male stalks into the bedroom. Junhyung avoids the urge to let his eyes flicker over the top of the pastel coloured paper and instead presses his chin further into his pillow. Hyunseung’s bed dips slightly as Hyunseung himself sits down. Junhyung can smell his shampoo.
‘Here’ A sheet of blue paper invades his vision and Junhyung finally allows himself to look at the older boy. Hyunseung wiggles the paper in his face, an imploring expression on his face and Junhyung lays the pink letter down to accept it. ‘Got mixed in with mine’ is all Hyunseung offers before he pushes himself off his bed and walks back towards the living room. Junhyung glances at the paper, about to finish reading the pink letter when he notices there is only one line written on it in a familiar curling script.
I know you like me.
Shit.
Junhyung launches off the bed; lands flats on his face when he slips on the corner of Hyunseung’s duvet and scrambles after the older boy. He finds the curly haired male in the kitchen with Yoseob, perched on the counter with a jar of Nutella and chopsticks. ‘Out’ He says to the latter of the two though his eyes remain on Hyunseung. He dips the chopsticks into the hazelnut spread and brings them to his lips. Junhyung watches as his tongue curls around the plastic before the ends disappear passed Hyunseung’s lips. ‘Yoseob, I said get out. Now’ The younger boy whines and stomps a foot on the hardwood floor. ‘But Jun-ah, I’m hungry’ Less than a minute later the kitchen door slams behind Yoseob’s back. He glances down at the Nutella and chopsticks in his hands then with a shrug goes to find Doojoon.
‘Who told you?’
He bumps into Jinchul-hyung backstage at Music Bank and the older man has his arms around him within seconds. The brief hug turns into a conversation and the short conversation ends with him being invited out with Jinchul-hyung and the rest of F.Cuz. ‘Jaesoon-ah’ Croons Jinon as pinches Junhyung’s cheeks; only to have his hands swatted away. ‘Don’t call me that’ Hisses Junhyung. Jinchul is one of the few people who knew him back then. Jinchul leads him to a table of three boys. One looks like the trot singer his dad likes and he vaguely recognises the other two from school. They slide into a booth with the rest of the group; Jinon instantly throws his arm around a scrawny looking boy who’s as tall as Dongwoon but cute like Yoseob. Looking at the pair, they remind him of Doojoon and Yoseob. Junhyung finds himself next to two equally handsome males and the closer of the two extends his hand. ‘I’m Seunghyun and this is Younghak’ Junhyung stares at them. He tries to form the boy’s name but he stumbles slightly, tongue suddenly feeling thick. ‘Call me Kan’ Insists the other boy, leaning around Seunghyun to shake Junhyung’s hand.
At some point Kan and Yejun disappear and Junhyung is left with Jinon and LeeU. He vaguely remembers one of the younger boys telling him to be careful. ‘Hyunie-hyung is a good drinker’ Though belatedly, he wishes they’d warned him to keep his big mouth closed. ‘I’m jealous of them’ Junhyung slurs. He can’t really remember whether he’s talking about the two maknaes or their precious visual-maknae and leader now. ‘They’re all cute and coupled and it’s sickening but I can’t get him to notice me’ Junhyung sighs against the table top, his cheek pressed to the smoothly varnished wood. Jinon mirrors his position besides him and he’s staring into the same dark eyes of his old best friend from a long time ago. He kind of misses the old days when his biggest worry was Jinchul-Hyung playing video games for too long.
‘Him?’ Asks a light voice; he shifts to glance at Seunghyun who is watching them with bright eyes. Oh, he’s still here too. ‘Yes, Him’ Clarifies Junhyung. ‘Jang Hyunseung-ah’ He wonders if his voice sounds as dreamy to them as it does in his own ears. ‘I really like him but I don’t think he likes me back’ He takes another long sip of beer and settles the bottle down with a clink. Jinchul winces, eyes closing. ‘Have you told him?’ Seunghyun’s voice is like bells. Junhyung shakes his head. ‘Then how do you know he doesn’t like you back? You don’t get anything if you don’t try’ Seunghyun reaches for his beer as he lets his words settle in. Junhyung picks at the label of his beer bottle before a loud noise makes them both jump. Jinchul-hyung fell asleep.
‘It’s good to see you, Hyung. Congratulations on the new album’ Jinon settles his arms around Seungho’s shoulders and pulls him closer. He’s still the same old Seungho. He’s a little shinier now, his hair is a lot nicer but he’s soft around the edges and his eye bags are still there. Jinchul can almost see the rain clouds above him. ‘You still look too old’ Comes the older boy’s blunt reply. They both laugh. Nothing has changed.
The rest of F.Cuz and Mir turn up a few minutes later, tugging at their respective leaders’ elbows. Jinchul breaks away, eyes a tad watery and Seungho chuckles. ‘You should have just held a high school Reunion, Hyung’ Seunghyun ushers the two maknaes back to their dressing rooms. Seungho belatedly notices the sheen of sweat on Jinchul’s brow and realises they’ve already performed. ‘Reunion?’ He asks sounding a little bit like Joon in one of his not-quite-with-it moments. Jinchul nods. ‘Yeah, I bumped into Junhyung-ah’ Jinchul’s eyes seem to light up at that and he wraps an arm around Seungho’s shoulder’s again, pulling the older boy closer. ‘Hey, you’ll never guess who Jaesoon-ah has the hots for….’
‘Kibumie~’ Mir drops into a seat between Kibum and Jinwoon. Kibum reaches out to steady his coffee whilst Jinwoon just sort of continues sleeping on Dongwoon’s shoulder; Dongwoon is the only member of the 91 line who’s tall enough to be his pillow and Kibum would probably complain at him for drooling on his designer shirt. Kibum turns narrowed eyes on him, takes one look at his un-washed, un-ironed shirt and flips his hair. ‘Go away’ He takes a long sip of his latte and tries to shake off the hands that tug at his sleeve. ‘But Kibumie-‘ Mir’s probably been eating Cheondung’s cereal again. ‘No’ Kibum retorts sharply, taking a moment to look at Mir’s slack-jawed expression. ‘You smell’ Dongwoon chuckles from across the table. Mir narrows his eyes but then looks away casually.
‘Fine, I guess you don’t want to hear my juicy piece of gossip’ He can practically feel Kibum twitch at the word. Dongwoon looks a little interested now too. ‘It’s a shame really’ Mir exams his fingernails in what he hopes is a bored expression - It’s a little hard when he notices how black his finger nails actually are. ‘I heard from Seungho-Hyung’ that a certain beastly rapper is in love with one of his own band mates’ Dongwoon looks fully interested by now and from the corner of his eye, Mir can see Kibum gnawing his lip in delight. Kibum can never resist a good piece of gossip.
‘I’m sorry, Yeol-ah. Tell me?’ Kibum places a hand lightly over Mir’s, it’s warm from the ceramic coffee cup. Dongwoon shifts forwards, dislodging Jinwoon who protests sleepily. ‘You’re talking about Jun-hyung, right?’ All three boys at the table are staring at him, although Jinwoon still looks a little too sleepy to know what’s really going on. Mir nods slowly, a smile curling his lips. Dongwoon gasps a little, one large hand covering his open mouth and Mir feels a giddy jolt of excitement go down his spine.
‘He’s in love with-‘‘Hyunseung-hyung’ ‘What?!’ ‘Oh- that’s old news’
Nichkhun, Wooyoung and Victoria are on their way home after filming, all huddled up into 2pm’s van. Minjae thought it would be a good idea to drop Victoria’s manager off - save petrol and all that. So Nichkhun puts himself into the furthest corner of the backseat whilst Wooyoung takes the opportunity to stretch himself out besides the Thai Idol. If his head just so happens to fall into Nichkhun’s lap, and Nichkhun’s hand just so happens to idly stroke his hair then who is he to argue. Victoria shoots them a withering glare but politely slides into the middle row of seats between the two idols and their managers. Oppa is already talking away to Minjae - probably trying to persuade him of the benefits of managing an all-female group over a male group. She vaguely catches the words ‘Panties’ and ‘Honey-thighs’ and turns away.
She turns around with every intention of asking Nichkhun to come sit with her - she’s lonely by herself and a little cold, when she realises that Wooyoung has fallen asleep. Nichkhun is staring down at the puffy-cheeked man, lips twisted and face tender. She wishes he’d look at her that way off camera. On camera, he’s all loving smiles and gentle touches. He knows what to say, what to do to make it all look believable but she’s sure that in his head it’s Wooyoung’s hand he’s holding.
She watches the pair for a while. Watches how Nichkhun brushes his fingers over the younger man’s temples or how Wooyoung rubs his cheek against the slender thighs of his older lover. Nichkhun says it’s not like that but anyone with eyes can see it is. ‘Nichkhun-ah’ She sighs some minutes later. The sight of them is beginning to make her feel lonely. ‘You know that guy from B2ST right, the leader?’ Nichkhun nods, eyes wide in surprise. He’d forgotten she was there. ‘I heard something interesting about one of his band mates’
Doojoon kicks a red and white football at Junho. It sails passed the younger male’s ear and skitters off somewhere in Junsu’s direction. The elder male shouts at them, brushes off his designer jacket and fixes his scarf back over his chin - ok so maybe it went in Junsu’s direction. ‘Sorry, Hyung’ The energetic pair shout although it’s Junho who retrieves the ball. He rummages in a bush a few metres away from the Daegu Prince and presses an apologetic kiss to the older man’s cheek. ‘Really Sorry, Su-yah’
‘Either you’re getting lazy or B2ST are really bad at football’ Junho kicks the ball towards Doojoon after changing their positions on the turf, a little more gently this time and sticks out his tongue. The trio laugh and Doojoon glances over towards Junsu before kicking the ball back to Junho. It glides neatly across the recently cut grass and Junho uses his toe to propel it. He bounces it on his knees; once, twice, fifteen times then kicks it back. Junsu carries on with his composing notes but Doojoon doesn’t miss the affectionate ‘Show off’ that Junsu murmurs. Doojoon lets the ball travel back between himself and Junho and when he eventually grows bored of the game, he kicks it gently towards Junsu. ‘YAH! I’m working here!’
They flop into the grass, Junho instantly sprawling over his hyung’s lap. Junsu’s notes are pressed between Junho’s chest and Junsu’s thigh, his hand tucked under Junho’s chin, but he doesn’t really seem to mind. Doojoon laughs and throws himself on top of Junho. There’s an oof and a complaint of legs being crushed - Junho squirms and Doojoon manages to get a sly grope of Junho’s ass as he rolls himself off and rests his head on Junsu’s bony ankles. ‘Did you tell him what Nichkhun told us yet?’ Junsu runs a hand over Junho’s sweaty back, and the youngest of the group cracks open an eye to stare at Doojoon over the eldest male’s knee. ‘We heard that Junhyung-sshi loves Hyunseung-sshi’
‘So D-Doojoon-Hyung told you?’
Hyunseung watches as Junhyung falls apart before him. The younger boy splutters, trips over his words and sort of stares at him. He’s not seen him like this since before they debuted when Hyunseung caught him hugging his pillow. The way Junhyung blushes is kind of cute. ‘Well, sort of’ Hyunseung says, reaching out to grab the shoulder of Junhyung’s vest and drags him closer. His knees brush the sides of Junhyung’s hips and he curls his hand around the back of Junhyung’s neck. ‘You see I was told by Doojoon-Hyung - who was told by Junho-sshi and Junsu-sshi, who found out from Nichkhun-sshi - Who was informed by Victoria-sshi, who was told by Kibum-sshi - Who gossiped with Woon-ah and Mir -ah - who over-heard Seungho-yah and Jinon-sshi, who-‘
‘Was told by me’ Junhyung finishes, closing his eyes tightly. This is where things start to go wrong. Maybe Hyunseung will head butt him or even try to slit his throat with a kitchen knife - though that probably wouldn’t work seems as Hyunseung is on the island counter in the middle of the room and the knives are all the way over there. ‘But really, I already knew’ Hyunseung’s lips graze his own and there’s a steady confidence in his voice that Junhyung has grown accustom to hearing lately. He opens his eyes at this and nearly jumps when he realises how close they are - Hyunseung’s eyes are so big.
Two slender thighs wrap around him and he feels Hyunseung’s inter-locked ankles brush the back of his thighs. It’s like he knows he’s about to run away - which he is. He’s going to go lock himself in the bathroom and drown himself in the shower. ‘I already knew you liked me - I’ve known since before we debuted’ Hyunseung’s lips are still grazing his and Junhyung wants to ask so many questions. Why? When? How? Hyunseung chuckles, low and husky. His hands slide into Junhyung’s hair and he kisses him soundly. ‘I was just waiting for you to say it’.
Pairing: Junseung
Minor Pairing: Dooseob
Appearances: F.Cuz, MBLAQ, Key, Jinwoon, F(X), 2PM
Rating: PG13 (For swears)
Genre: Comedy, fluff
Summary: It all started with a little too much coke, some alcohol and Jinon's big mouth...
Notes: Cookies for anyone who gets the 'hidden' pairings
It all started with a little too much coke, some alcohol and Jinon’s big mouth.
Junhyung is reading fan-mail, half on his own bed - half on Hyunseung’s when the older male stalks into the bedroom. Junhyung avoids the urge to let his eyes flicker over the top of the pastel coloured paper and instead presses his chin further into his pillow. Hyunseung’s bed dips slightly as Hyunseung himself sits down. Junhyung can smell his shampoo.
‘Here’ A sheet of blue paper invades his vision and Junhyung finally allows himself to look at the older boy. Hyunseung wiggles the paper in his face, an imploring expression on his face and Junhyung lays the pink letter down to accept it. ‘Got mixed in with mine’ is all Hyunseung offers before he pushes himself off his bed and walks back towards the living room. Junhyung glances at the paper, about to finish reading the pink letter when he notices there is only one line written on it in a familiar curling script.
I know you like me.
Shit.
Junhyung launches off the bed; lands flats on his face when he slips on the corner of Hyunseung’s duvet and scrambles after the older boy. He finds the curly haired male in the kitchen with Yoseob, perched on the counter with a jar of Nutella and chopsticks. ‘Out’ He says to the latter of the two though his eyes remain on Hyunseung. He dips the chopsticks into the hazelnut spread and brings them to his lips. Junhyung watches as his tongue curls around the plastic before the ends disappear passed Hyunseung’s lips. ‘Yoseob, I said get out. Now’ The younger boy whines and stomps a foot on the hardwood floor. ‘But Jun-ah, I’m hungry’ Less than a minute later the kitchen door slams behind Yoseob’s back. He glances down at the Nutella and chopsticks in his hands then with a shrug goes to find Doojoon.
‘Who told you?’
He bumps into Jinchul-hyung backstage at Music Bank and the older man has his arms around him within seconds. The brief hug turns into a conversation and the short conversation ends with him being invited out with Jinchul-hyung and the rest of F.Cuz. ‘Jaesoon-ah’ Croons Jinon as pinches Junhyung’s cheeks; only to have his hands swatted away. ‘Don’t call me that’ Hisses Junhyung. Jinchul is one of the few people who knew him back then. Jinchul leads him to a table of three boys. One looks like the trot singer his dad likes and he vaguely recognises the other two from school. They slide into a booth with the rest of the group; Jinon instantly throws his arm around a scrawny looking boy who’s as tall as Dongwoon but cute like Yoseob. Looking at the pair, they remind him of Doojoon and Yoseob. Junhyung finds himself next to two equally handsome males and the closer of the two extends his hand. ‘I’m Seunghyun and this is Younghak’ Junhyung stares at them. He tries to form the boy’s name but he stumbles slightly, tongue suddenly feeling thick. ‘Call me Kan’ Insists the other boy, leaning around Seunghyun to shake Junhyung’s hand.
At some point Kan and Yejun disappear and Junhyung is left with Jinon and LeeU. He vaguely remembers one of the younger boys telling him to be careful. ‘Hyunie-hyung is a good drinker’ Though belatedly, he wishes they’d warned him to keep his big mouth closed. ‘I’m jealous of them’ Junhyung slurs. He can’t really remember whether he’s talking about the two maknaes or their precious visual-maknae and leader now. ‘They’re all cute and coupled and it’s sickening but I can’t get him to notice me’ Junhyung sighs against the table top, his cheek pressed to the smoothly varnished wood. Jinon mirrors his position besides him and he’s staring into the same dark eyes of his old best friend from a long time ago. He kind of misses the old days when his biggest worry was Jinchul-Hyung playing video games for too long.
‘Him?’ Asks a light voice; he shifts to glance at Seunghyun who is watching them with bright eyes. Oh, he’s still here too. ‘Yes, Him’ Clarifies Junhyung. ‘Jang Hyunseung-ah’ He wonders if his voice sounds as dreamy to them as it does in his own ears. ‘I really like him but I don’t think he likes me back’ He takes another long sip of beer and settles the bottle down with a clink. Jinchul winces, eyes closing. ‘Have you told him?’ Seunghyun’s voice is like bells. Junhyung shakes his head. ‘Then how do you know he doesn’t like you back? You don’t get anything if you don’t try’ Seunghyun reaches for his beer as he lets his words settle in. Junhyung picks at the label of his beer bottle before a loud noise makes them both jump. Jinchul-hyung fell asleep.
‘It’s good to see you, Hyung. Congratulations on the new album’ Jinon settles his arms around Seungho’s shoulders and pulls him closer. He’s still the same old Seungho. He’s a little shinier now, his hair is a lot nicer but he’s soft around the edges and his eye bags are still there. Jinchul can almost see the rain clouds above him. ‘You still look too old’ Comes the older boy’s blunt reply. They both laugh. Nothing has changed.
The rest of F.Cuz and Mir turn up a few minutes later, tugging at their respective leaders’ elbows. Jinchul breaks away, eyes a tad watery and Seungho chuckles. ‘You should have just held a high school Reunion, Hyung’ Seunghyun ushers the two maknaes back to their dressing rooms. Seungho belatedly notices the sheen of sweat on Jinchul’s brow and realises they’ve already performed. ‘Reunion?’ He asks sounding a little bit like Joon in one of his not-quite-with-it moments. Jinchul nods. ‘Yeah, I bumped into Junhyung-ah’ Jinchul’s eyes seem to light up at that and he wraps an arm around Seungho’s shoulder’s again, pulling the older boy closer. ‘Hey, you’ll never guess who Jaesoon-ah has the hots for….’
‘Kibumie~’ Mir drops into a seat between Kibum and Jinwoon. Kibum reaches out to steady his coffee whilst Jinwoon just sort of continues sleeping on Dongwoon’s shoulder; Dongwoon is the only member of the 91 line who’s tall enough to be his pillow and Kibum would probably complain at him for drooling on his designer shirt. Kibum turns narrowed eyes on him, takes one look at his un-washed, un-ironed shirt and flips his hair. ‘Go away’ He takes a long sip of his latte and tries to shake off the hands that tug at his sleeve. ‘But Kibumie-‘ Mir’s probably been eating Cheondung’s cereal again. ‘No’ Kibum retorts sharply, taking a moment to look at Mir’s slack-jawed expression. ‘You smell’ Dongwoon chuckles from across the table. Mir narrows his eyes but then looks away casually.
‘Fine, I guess you don’t want to hear my juicy piece of gossip’ He can practically feel Kibum twitch at the word. Dongwoon looks a little interested now too. ‘It’s a shame really’ Mir exams his fingernails in what he hopes is a bored expression - It’s a little hard when he notices how black his finger nails actually are. ‘I heard from Seungho-Hyung’ that a certain beastly rapper is in love with one of his own band mates’ Dongwoon looks fully interested by now and from the corner of his eye, Mir can see Kibum gnawing his lip in delight. Kibum can never resist a good piece of gossip.
‘I’m sorry, Yeol-ah. Tell me?’ Kibum places a hand lightly over Mir’s, it’s warm from the ceramic coffee cup. Dongwoon shifts forwards, dislodging Jinwoon who protests sleepily. ‘You’re talking about Jun-hyung, right?’ All three boys at the table are staring at him, although Jinwoon still looks a little too sleepy to know what’s really going on. Mir nods slowly, a smile curling his lips. Dongwoon gasps a little, one large hand covering his open mouth and Mir feels a giddy jolt of excitement go down his spine.
‘He’s in love with-‘‘Hyunseung-hyung’ ‘What?!’ ‘Oh- that’s old news’
Nichkhun, Wooyoung and Victoria are on their way home after filming, all huddled up into 2pm’s van. Minjae thought it would be a good idea to drop Victoria’s manager off - save petrol and all that. So Nichkhun puts himself into the furthest corner of the backseat whilst Wooyoung takes the opportunity to stretch himself out besides the Thai Idol. If his head just so happens to fall into Nichkhun’s lap, and Nichkhun’s hand just so happens to idly stroke his hair then who is he to argue. Victoria shoots them a withering glare but politely slides into the middle row of seats between the two idols and their managers. Oppa is already talking away to Minjae - probably trying to persuade him of the benefits of managing an all-female group over a male group. She vaguely catches the words ‘Panties’ and ‘Honey-thighs’ and turns away.
She turns around with every intention of asking Nichkhun to come sit with her - she’s lonely by herself and a little cold, when she realises that Wooyoung has fallen asleep. Nichkhun is staring down at the puffy-cheeked man, lips twisted and face tender. She wishes he’d look at her that way off camera. On camera, he’s all loving smiles and gentle touches. He knows what to say, what to do to make it all look believable but she’s sure that in his head it’s Wooyoung’s hand he’s holding.
She watches the pair for a while. Watches how Nichkhun brushes his fingers over the younger man’s temples or how Wooyoung rubs his cheek against the slender thighs of his older lover. Nichkhun says it’s not like that but anyone with eyes can see it is. ‘Nichkhun-ah’ She sighs some minutes later. The sight of them is beginning to make her feel lonely. ‘You know that guy from B2ST right, the leader?’ Nichkhun nods, eyes wide in surprise. He’d forgotten she was there. ‘I heard something interesting about one of his band mates’
Doojoon kicks a red and white football at Junho. It sails passed the younger male’s ear and skitters off somewhere in Junsu’s direction. The elder male shouts at them, brushes off his designer jacket and fixes his scarf back over his chin - ok so maybe it went in Junsu’s direction. ‘Sorry, Hyung’ The energetic pair shout although it’s Junho who retrieves the ball. He rummages in a bush a few metres away from the Daegu Prince and presses an apologetic kiss to the older man’s cheek. ‘Really Sorry, Su-yah’
‘Either you’re getting lazy or B2ST are really bad at football’ Junho kicks the ball towards Doojoon after changing their positions on the turf, a little more gently this time and sticks out his tongue. The trio laugh and Doojoon glances over towards Junsu before kicking the ball back to Junho. It glides neatly across the recently cut grass and Junho uses his toe to propel it. He bounces it on his knees; once, twice, fifteen times then kicks it back. Junsu carries on with his composing notes but Doojoon doesn’t miss the affectionate ‘Show off’ that Junsu murmurs. Doojoon lets the ball travel back between himself and Junho and when he eventually grows bored of the game, he kicks it gently towards Junsu. ‘YAH! I’m working here!’
They flop into the grass, Junho instantly sprawling over his hyung’s lap. Junsu’s notes are pressed between Junho’s chest and Junsu’s thigh, his hand tucked under Junho’s chin, but he doesn’t really seem to mind. Doojoon laughs and throws himself on top of Junho. There’s an oof and a complaint of legs being crushed - Junho squirms and Doojoon manages to get a sly grope of Junho’s ass as he rolls himself off and rests his head on Junsu’s bony ankles. ‘Did you tell him what Nichkhun told us yet?’ Junsu runs a hand over Junho’s sweaty back, and the youngest of the group cracks open an eye to stare at Doojoon over the eldest male’s knee. ‘We heard that Junhyung-sshi loves Hyunseung-sshi’
‘So D-Doojoon-Hyung told you?’
Hyunseung watches as Junhyung falls apart before him. The younger boy splutters, trips over his words and sort of stares at him. He’s not seen him like this since before they debuted when Hyunseung caught him hugging his pillow. The way Junhyung blushes is kind of cute. ‘Well, sort of’ Hyunseung says, reaching out to grab the shoulder of Junhyung’s vest and drags him closer. His knees brush the sides of Junhyung’s hips and he curls his hand around the back of Junhyung’s neck. ‘You see I was told by Doojoon-Hyung - who was told by Junho-sshi and Junsu-sshi, who found out from Nichkhun-sshi - Who was informed by Victoria-sshi, who was told by Kibum-sshi - Who gossiped with Woon-ah and Mir -ah - who over-heard Seungho-yah and Jinon-sshi, who-‘
‘Was told by me’ Junhyung finishes, closing his eyes tightly. This is where things start to go wrong. Maybe Hyunseung will head butt him or even try to slit his throat with a kitchen knife - though that probably wouldn’t work seems as Hyunseung is on the island counter in the middle of the room and the knives are all the way over there. ‘But really, I already knew’ Hyunseung’s lips graze his own and there’s a steady confidence in his voice that Junhyung has grown accustom to hearing lately. He opens his eyes at this and nearly jumps when he realises how close they are - Hyunseung’s eyes are so big.
Two slender thighs wrap around him and he feels Hyunseung’s inter-locked ankles brush the back of his thighs. It’s like he knows he’s about to run away - which he is. He’s going to go lock himself in the bathroom and drown himself in the shower. ‘I already knew you liked me - I’ve known since before we debuted’ Hyunseung’s lips are still grazing his and Junhyung wants to ask so many questions. Why? When? How? Hyunseung chuckles, low and husky. His hands slide into Junhyung’s hair and he kisses him soundly. ‘I was just waiting for you to say it’.