Cat and Mouse
Title: Cat and Mouse
Pairing: Banghim
Genre: Fluff?
Rating: PG13
Summary: Yongguk and Himchan have a way of dealing with their unspoke feelings
It was an unspoken game of cat and mouse, always pushing to see how far the other would go.
When Yongguk felt like attacking, he used his full body and forced himself into Himchan’s personal space. He trapped him into corners and pushed him up against walls, his face set into that patented snarl of his. It shouldn’t have scared him, he knew that Yongguk has a gooey caramel centre despite his hard appearance but there was something about the way in which Yongguk’s eyes narrowed and his lips curled that made Himchan suddenly feel flustered inside. He imagined it felt something akin to staring danger in the face. In times like those, when Yongguk got impossibly close to the point where Himchan could feel his warm breath against his philtrum, the best line of defence was to duck.
Himchan used sneak tactics and waited for the moment when Yongguk was relaxed and not expecting anything. It’s the moments when they were watching TV after the other members had gone to bed or when they’d sat outside the recording studio and Yongguk was taking a break from writing lyrics, pen on top of his notebook and fingers in his hair. Himchan would creep in as close as he could get, lips an inch or so from the corner of Yongguk’s mouth or cheek and waited for Yongguk to notice, waited for Yongguk to … yelp and jerk backwards.
It was always the same.
The others thought it was kind of funny at first, because no one can make Bang Yongguk so unexpectedly meek the way Himchan could. They’d stumble out from the recording studio, Himchan as proud as a peacock with his chest puffed out and Yongguk silently shuffling along behind him looking pensive.
It got annoying quickly, once the sexual tension between the two became obvious. The first time Jongup had walked in on them he’d squealed and ran out the room, leaving Yongguk suitably distracted, enough so for Himchan to shove him off. The others hadn’t believed Jongup of course (why would Yongguk Hyung pin Himchan Hyung to a wall?) but the game had escalated quickly and they’d become more brazen with their moves, not minding if the other members were around or not.
In the aftermath of Yongguk attacking Himchan, the group’s visual would do one of two things; lock himself into the bathroom for half an hour or fuss over the other members. Everyone - with the exception of Jongup, preferred the first option.
The game came to a close late one night when they were both tired and the sexual tension had become so obvious that they couldn’t really deny it anymore. Himchan had just finished emptying the bins when Yongguk had appeared in the kitchen doorway and locked his long fingers around Himchan’s wrist. He’d pushed him backwards, kicked the door shut behind him and had Himchan pinned against the island counter top in under a minute.
Himchan hadn’t bothered to put up a fight - he was too tired and clearly Yongguk was too because he hadn’t smirked the way he usually did. Instead the elder curled a hand around Himchan’s nape and sighed.
‘Himchan ah’
His voice was low and smooth like melted chocolate and in that moment Himchan’s heart had given a painful little throb because Yongguk’s voice was so thick with want when he’d said it, so tender that Himchan …
Himchan leaned forwards and kissed the corner of his lips.
Yongguk turned his head slightly and deepened the kiss.
Pairing: Banghim
Genre: Fluff?
Rating: PG13
Summary: Yongguk and Himchan have a way of dealing with their unspoke feelings
It was an unspoken game of cat and mouse, always pushing to see how far the other would go.
When Yongguk felt like attacking, he used his full body and forced himself into Himchan’s personal space. He trapped him into corners and pushed him up against walls, his face set into that patented snarl of his. It shouldn’t have scared him, he knew that Yongguk has a gooey caramel centre despite his hard appearance but there was something about the way in which Yongguk’s eyes narrowed and his lips curled that made Himchan suddenly feel flustered inside. He imagined it felt something akin to staring danger in the face. In times like those, when Yongguk got impossibly close to the point where Himchan could feel his warm breath against his philtrum, the best line of defence was to duck.
Himchan used sneak tactics and waited for the moment when Yongguk was relaxed and not expecting anything. It’s the moments when they were watching TV after the other members had gone to bed or when they’d sat outside the recording studio and Yongguk was taking a break from writing lyrics, pen on top of his notebook and fingers in his hair. Himchan would creep in as close as he could get, lips an inch or so from the corner of Yongguk’s mouth or cheek and waited for Yongguk to notice, waited for Yongguk to … yelp and jerk backwards.
It was always the same.
The others thought it was kind of funny at first, because no one can make Bang Yongguk so unexpectedly meek the way Himchan could. They’d stumble out from the recording studio, Himchan as proud as a peacock with his chest puffed out and Yongguk silently shuffling along behind him looking pensive.
It got annoying quickly, once the sexual tension between the two became obvious. The first time Jongup had walked in on them he’d squealed and ran out the room, leaving Yongguk suitably distracted, enough so for Himchan to shove him off. The others hadn’t believed Jongup of course (why would Yongguk Hyung pin Himchan Hyung to a wall?) but the game had escalated quickly and they’d become more brazen with their moves, not minding if the other members were around or not.
In the aftermath of Yongguk attacking Himchan, the group’s visual would do one of two things; lock himself into the bathroom for half an hour or fuss over the other members. Everyone - with the exception of Jongup, preferred the first option.
The game came to a close late one night when they were both tired and the sexual tension had become so obvious that they couldn’t really deny it anymore. Himchan had just finished emptying the bins when Yongguk had appeared in the kitchen doorway and locked his long fingers around Himchan’s wrist. He’d pushed him backwards, kicked the door shut behind him and had Himchan pinned against the island counter top in under a minute.
Himchan hadn’t bothered to put up a fight - he was too tired and clearly Yongguk was too because he hadn’t smirked the way he usually did. Instead the elder curled a hand around Himchan’s nape and sighed.
‘Himchan ah’
His voice was low and smooth like melted chocolate and in that moment Himchan’s heart had given a painful little throb because Yongguk’s voice was so thick with want when he’d said it, so tender that Himchan …
Himchan leaned forwards and kissed the corner of his lips.
Yongguk turned his head slightly and deepened the kiss.