Sugar Rush [2/2]
Title: Sugar Rush [2/2]
Pairing: Banghim
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG13
Summary: Yongguk and Himchan have their first date at Himchan's apartment. Sequel to Sugar Content
The walk to Himchan’s apartment is surprisingly comfortable and they head straight to the blonde’s kitchen. They forget dessert for a second time that evening and Himchan assures him that they can whip something up. Glancing between the contents of Himchan’s fridge and their shopping bags, Yongguk isn’t so sure. They put everything away quickly, Yongguk unpacking the bags and Himchan putting things in the right place. Their hands brush from time to time and Yongguk feels like a teenager all over again. He steals a glance at Himchan as he’s putting in milk the fridge and catches the other staring at him. Himchan smiles awkwardly, rosy blush spreading over his cheeks and he quickly turns away. Yongguk watches as the flush creeps down his neck and reaches for the rice.
They take a tour of Himchan’s apartment and Yongguk is suitably impressed. The walls are cream and there’s a chrome and black theme throughout the apartment. There’s a touch of colour in each room; red in the living room, green in the kitchen, blue in the bathroom and pink in the bedroom (much to Yongguk’s amusement). Himchan doesn’t show him his bedroom for long though Yongguk notices the ridiculously large bed in the middle of the room and the multitude of photos framed in collages.
The sound proofed music room is what really does it for him. There’s a few traditional instruments placed lovingly in the far corner - Yongguk can’t name half of them though he remembers seeing them on TV and in ceremonies. He brushes his fingers over the curves of the black piano that seems to take centre stage in the room and glances up to the shelves running around the top of the room. ‘Did you rob a music store or something?’ Himchan just laughs. He watches the slender male make his way over to one of the shelves, murmuring quietly as he looks for a certain CD. Yongguk moves to sit on the bench before the piano and moments later Himchan gives a triumphant little cheer before bounding over.
Yongguk is a little dumbfounded when the other waves a blackout mix-tape under his nose and his heart gives this soft little flip. ‘You like hip-hop?’ He asks, watching as Himchan replaces the CD. The blonde gestures to the shelves around them, a playful smile twisting his lips. ‘Hip-hop, pop rock, electro, opera… I like it all’ His shoulders dip as he shrugs and he drapes himself over the body of the piano. Yongguk wonders what he’d look like crawling over the instrument like those sexy actresses in old black and white movies or how he’d arch his back as Yongguk kisses a line down his body like Richard Gere and Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. He manages to shake the thoughts away as the other perches beside him on the bench and suddenly they both feel a little shy. Himchan wets his lip with his tongue, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek and Yongguk fights back the urge to kiss him. Instead he lifts up the cover and takes Himchan’s hands in his own, placing them over the keys. ‘Play for me?’
He does and it’s beautiful.
‘So what’s the deal with the ex?’ Yongguk asks, digging his spoon into the tub of ice-cream whilst they sit at Himchan’s kitchen table. Himchan glances up at him, face suddenly solemn and Yongguk instantly regrets asking. He licks the ice-cream from his spoon, digging it back into the melting contents of the carton. ‘I mean why would someone like you be with a guy like him?’ Yongguk takes his third scoop of Ice-cream as Himchan finally pulls his own spoon from his mouth. Yongguk definitely doesn’t stare. ‘Someone like me -What’s that supposed to mean?’ Himchan bristles slightly, eyebrows knitting. Yongguk flushes, dropping his spoon and his hands are up before he can even catch up with his brain. ‘No I didn’t mean - I mean… he’s clearly a jackass and you… You can play instruments I don’t even know the names of and well, you’re an ulzzang’ He watches as Himchan takes a small scoop of ice-cream, letting it melt on his tongue.
The ulzzang is glassy eyed for a few moments after that, clearly deep in thought and Yongguk glances to the charred remains of their home cooked dinner. In Yongguk’s defence he’d never met anyone who could name so many traditional instruments, let alone play them so watching Himchan - completely at ease and lost in the forgotten music of their culture; he sort of forgot all about the hunger gnawing at his stomach. He reaches absent-mindedly for another scoop of ice-cream and can’t help but hope the pizza they’d ordered some time ago will arrive quickly.
It’s about then that Himchan snaps out of his trance and swirls his spoon around the soft liquefied edge of the creamy mixture. ‘It’s just like he said’ Himchan sighs; some emotion lacing his words that Yongguk can’t quite pinpoint. ‘We met at a bar and agreed there’d be no strings. I’d been alone for a while and he was experimenting. In the end I wanted more and he didn’t. We broke up and that was the last I saw of him… until tonight’ The spoon finds its way back to his mouth and he stares at Yongguk with something akin to fear and curiosity. Yongguk realises that this is Himchan laying his cards out, letting Yongguk know his intentions and giving him an out. Not that he wants it. He reaches out for Himchan’s free hand, thumb tracing the vein under his skin. ‘Himchan ssi’ Yongguk opens his mouth to say something - anything but the words die on his tongue as Himchan meets his eyes. His brain is slow to react and it takes the shrill sound of the doorbell to kick it into gear. ‘The pizza’ Himchan murmurs; beginning to rise from his seat. Yongguk squeezes his hand, a little too tightly in his desperation if the way Himchan winces is anything to go by. ‘I’m sorry’ He murmurs, making sure to loosen his grip. ‘Just.. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure’ He excuses himself and his burning cheeks to go pay for the pizza - much to Himchan’s amusement.
Sat on Himchan’s sofa with the wine Yongguk had picked up earlier unopened on the coffee table, things are suddenly awkward. Yongguk scratches at his knee, rolls his ankle and buries his hand in his hair in less than a minute. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out but a soft breathy ‘ah’ so he clears his throat and re-directs his eyes to the blank TV screen before them. Himchan inspects his cuticles and the veins in the back of his slender hands to hide the blush staining his cheeks. Neither can explain the sudden tension between them but Himchan thinks it’s the wine. It goes on like this for some minutes, Yongguk mouthing at thin air until Himchan twitches and the ulzzang slams his palms onto his knees.
‘What’s your favourite colour?’ Himchan asks, voice pitching slightly because he feels stupid asking. He feels like some fan girl crushing over an idol. Yongguk blinks at him for a few moments, lips pursed and Himchan’s fingers make a slow craw across the empty seat between them to the spare pillow. Maybe if he hits hard enough he can knock Yongguk out with it or he could suffocate himself or - ‘Red’ Yongguk answers finally with the tiniest hint of suspicion in his voice. The ulzzang nods, leaning back into the sofa. ‘Your turn’ He grins. Yongguk tugs at his lower lip for a moment, eyes trained on Himchan’s socked feet. It takes a while but the elder looks up, a shy smile twist at his lips. ‘What’s your favourite body part?’ Yongguk asks, expression curious.
Himchan gives a soft laugh and reaches forward to uncork the wine. Yongguk beats him to it, gently batting away the younger’s hands. Himchan sits back and instead watches the flex of Yongguk’s biceps, unconsciously wetting his lower lip with his tongue. ‘My hands’ Himchan extends his arms, fingers dancing through the air as if playing an invisible piano. Yongguk glances up from where he’s pouring wine into one of the glasses, brows creasing slightly. ‘I use my hands when I play’ Himchan clarifies and Yongguk merely gives an accepting nod as he moves to filling the second glass. ‘So what about you; what’s your favourite body part?’ Himchan cocks his head to a side as Yongguk passes him a glass. Yongguk hums for a moment and they both take a sip. The wine is cool and it takes Himchan a few sips to get used to the taste. ‘I’d probably say my lips’ Yongguk says, cheeks pink and scratching nervously at his nape. Himchan can’t help but glance at them now Yongguk has said it and he has to agree. The swell of his lower lip is suddenly very tempting and Himchan has to drain half of his glass to distract himself.
The mood takes a more serious turn with Yongguk’s next question, so serious that Yongguk curses himself for speaking for the second time that night. ‘Have you ever had something happen to you that you thought was bad but then turned out good?’ Himchan’s eyes go a little hazy and he finishes what’s left of the wine in his glass before settling it down. For a moment he looks sad and it has Yongguk reaching out one of his large hands to the other male’s knee. The action seems to snap Himchan from his thoughts because suddenly the corners of his lips are turning up. ‘Actually, I think tonight was a little like that...’ Himchan lets his eyes flicker to Yongguk’s face and he sees the other watching him, brows creased in concern. Yongguk suddenly seems a lot closer than he was before and Himchan notices he’s scooted closer on the sofa. His smile grows a little more at that and he walks two fingers over the back of Yongguk’s hand noticing for the first time how rough his hands are.
‘I saw my ex… whatever he was, but then I met you’ His fingers are creeping up Yongguk’s middle finger when the other male turns his hand over and Himchan moves his fingers to the other male’s palm. ‘Is that a good thing?’ Yongguk asks; lips not far from Himchan’s ear. His voice is low and there’s something a little vulnerable about it that makes Himchan look up. Yongguk’s face is unsure but there’s a spark in his eye and Himchan nods. ‘It’s a really good thing’ His sounds breathless even to his own ears and Yongguk is smiling, lips caught in a playful smirk. Their eyes catch for a moment and Himchan feels something claw its way into his chest, embedding it’s self in his heart.
Yongguk’s breath ghosts his cheek as the distance between them closes. Himchan can feel the heat of Yongguk’s skin and watches through half lidded eyes as Yongguk twines the fingers of his free hand with Himchan’s and reaches the other to gently hold the back of his neck. Himchan cranes his neck forward, not happy with how slow the kiss is taking and almost whimpers when Yongguk turns his head and chuckles against Himchan’s temple. He sweeps his lips slowly over high cheek bones and follows the curve of Himchan’s jaw. Himchan fists a hand into the other male’s shirt, pressing his finger nails into his shoulder. ‘Yong-’ His demand for the other to hurry up is cut short as Yongguk presses his lips against Himchan’s, tilting his head just so to get the right angle so that their noses don’t bump. Himchan does the first thing he can think of and traces the curve of his lower lip. Yongguk’s tongue presses to Himchan’s upper lip some moments later and Himchan parts his lips to draw the other in.
‘What’s the best meal you’ve ever eaten?’ Himchan asks when they pull apart. Yongguk’s hand stays firm at his nape and the elder steals kisses between words, not quite satisfied. The soft noises Himchan makes when Yongguk’s fingers brush a certain point just behind his ear are distracting and in the end the ulzzang has to repeat the question three times, pushing Yongguk away with both hands on his chest. He wonders when he threw his legs over Yongguk’s lap. The elder rubs soft circles against his thigh. ‘I think it was tonight’s culinary masterpiece’ Jokes the elder and Himchan gives him a sharp pinch to his side as they dissolve into giggles.‘How now, Brown cow?’ Yongguk asks in heavily accented English as he mouths his way up Himchan’s pale throat. The blonde laughs at him with an incredulous look and tries to push him away but Yongguk takes a strong grip of his arms and nips at his jaw.
‘Spongebob' Himchan grunts at Yongguk attacks the sensitive spot behind his ear. 'Where’s Waldo?’
‘My pants’
Yongguk earns a punch to the arm for that.
Himchan stretches an arm out as he feels a yawn work its way up his torso. Yongguk glances away, scratching a subtle hand over his face because yawns really are contagious and he needs the distraction from Himchan’s shirt riding up over his pale stomach. Both blush as they melt into a fit of soft chuckles and Himchan places a hand on Yongguk’s thigh as he pushes up from the sofa, secretly delighting in the firm muscles beneath his palm. ‘It’s getting late but you’re welc-’ Himchan is already speaking when he stands, turning to face the clock on the back wall. Late is an understatement at this point. ‘Wow, is it really 7am?’ Yongguk asks in surprise. They’ve been talking all night. ‘It feels like we’ve been talking for 5 minutes’ Laughs the rapper; scratching at his nape.
Himchan nods and grabs the empty mugs from the coffee table as he makes his way to the kitchenette. ‘I know dinner was a bit of a disaster but I swear even I can’t mess up breakfast. Do you want something? I have cereal or eggs or toast or rice…’ There’s something a little breath-taking about the way he looks at Yongguk, eyes half-lidded and hair slightly ruffled and it draws Yongguk closer like a siren calling a sailor. ‘Cereal will be fine’ He murmurs and he watches from against the counter as Himchan pulls out two bowls. Himchan is just opening the cereal cupboard when Yongguk’s arms curl around his waist, head falling to bury his face in te nook of Himchan's shoulder. He slaps playfully at Yongguk’s arms but lets him stay like that. ‘Take your pick’ He says, chuckling when Yongguk points at the lucky charms.