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rubber ducky [oneshot]
rubber ducky, you're the one
jinyoung x junghwan , romance / humor , pg-13 , 2059w
in which junghwan is unsure.
a/n: while i busily debate to myself just what my otp is, jindeul for the lovely flusteredmess ! first b1a4 fic haha.
"good job, guys."
junghwan looks up from the floor and spots jinyoung, who looks a bit funny upside down, though that smile of his is still pretty much unmistakable. he rolls onto his stomach. "you too, hyung, but what's up?"
jinyoung grins, his eyes disappearing for a bit and suddenly junghwan doesn't know where to look. "nothing. just wanted to say good job." he leans over and pets junghwan on the head, chuckles before making his way into the bedroom. junghwan spends a couple of more seconds staring after jinyoung's retreating figure, then flops back onto his back with a frown.
it takes him a good two minutes for him to realize (thanks to chansik's curious eyes) that he's been holding his manhwa book upside down.
"sunwoo-yah," dongwoo murmurs softly, clad in white towels and his boxers, "why is there a rubber duck in the bathtub?"
sunwoo splutters, "don't look at me." chansik laughs loudly in sunwoo's face before ducking from the suddenly aerial flower doll.
"oh, sorry, that's mine," jinyoung says, shamelessly. he gets up from the couch and smiles, even though sunwoo and chansik are slowly turning red in the face as they try to hold in their laughter. "i'm gonna take a shower now. junghwan, want to join me?"
junghwan, who was sitting in front of the fixated fan with his mouth open and singing random songs, whips his head around. "huh?"
not able to hold it in any longer, sunwoo bursts out into a great peal of laughter, falling over onto the youngest boy's lap gracelessly. even dongwoo falls backwards onto the floor as junghwan frantically looks back and forth between the other members until he glances up at jinyoung and his small grin.
"hyung?" junghwan asks, but jinyoung only chuckles and retreats to the bathroom. "wait, what?"
"you're so stupid, hyung!" chansik laughs between his deep gasps for air, the added weight that is sunwoo not helping at all.
junhwan throws a sock at the younger boy's face, earning him a nice shriek. "so mean."
junghwan doesn't understand. the way jinyoung peers over his rice bowl with those half closed eyes, the way jinyoung reaches out for the faintest touches, the way jinyoung smiles, always.
like, always.
at one point, junghwan thinks jinyoung hyung needs to be committed or something, because he is slowly coming to resemble the joker with his constant smile. and junghwan doesn't want to be creeped out by his hyung, not really. he'd rather much feel sick to his stomach whenever one of jinyoung hyung's stray touches linger for too long than be scared shitless.
or, well, no, junghwan scrunches his eyebrows, because that's not too nice either. the burning of his ears and cheeks, the unstoppable beating of his heart, the sweat on the back of his neck (though he's just naturally sweaty, so it could be that). sometimes, when junghwan lies awake sleeping alone in his room, he swears he can hear jinyoung calling his name from the other side of the wall, and then he can't fall asleep, and all of the symptoms come at once. like he has a cold.
so he has dongwoo check him out, "because," he reasons, "i think i'm going to fall sick, and we can't have that in the middle of promotions." junghwan ignores the smug look dongwoo gives him whenever he passes by dongwoo with a popsicle stick under his tongue that afternoon.
but even after the series of checkups from doctor dongwoo and "you're too stupid to catch a cold"s from both sunwoo and chansik, junghwan doesn't feel any better. in fact, it all gets worse when he accidentally walks in on jinyoung changing in his room (what even possessed junghwan to walk into their bedroom in the first place is beyond him). it's as if his body is suddenly to hot to sweat at all, then too cold to blush, and with weak legs he sprints out of the dorm, without his phone, his wallet, and more importantly, any pants on.
junghwan swears he starts seeing double during practice, but the comment seems to fall deaf on the others' ears as they listen to the music blasting from the cd player in the room. breathing heavily, he leans against a mirrored wall and watches with hazy eyes the members dance, not a step off beat. when jinyoung's eyes suddenly flicker up to meet his, junghwan feels too tired to even react, so he stares as the leader approaches him with a worried look that doesn't seem to fit his fair features.
"are you all right?" jinyoung whispers softly, a water bottle in hand. junghwan lifts and drops his shoulders in an attempt to shrug. "here," jinyoung murmurs, and presses a cool hand against junghwan's forehead. "you don't have a fever. drink lots of water and sit down for a while, all right?"
jinyoung's words sound soothing, and junghwan sighs when he feels jinyoung's shoulder bump against his. there's a spark but the heat seems much more bearable, as junghwan leans his head against jinyoung's shoulder and promptly falls asleep.
"i think i like you," junghwan says.
and then he smacks his forehead and groans. "no, no," he moans, "that's not right." he looks into the mirror again. "hyung, lately i feel weird around you. every time i see you looking at me, every time i feel you touching me-oh my god, what am i saying."
junghwan throws himself onto the bottom bunk with a loud groan. he's been practicing what to say in front of jinyoung if and when he decides to approach the leader about this. but at the rate this is going-with the neverending stuttering, the frantic glances, the short breaths and thoughts of what else could happen-junghwan is sure he's going to have to deal with this horrible feeling until he dies. or, at least, until they disband.
"oh, he's in here," chansik calls out from the door, and junghwan throws him the hardest glare he can. chansik only sticks his tongue out at him. "yeah, he's not busy."
junghwan has half a mind to yell at him when the door swings open and his heart stops in his throat. it's only sunwoo with a tray of food in his hands, and a grimace to accompany it. "jinyoung hyung said you had to eat," sunwoo says, "but i'm pretty sure this will give you a heart attack."
junghwan sighs. it's another one of jinyoung's weird concoctions, he notes with a laugh, taking the tray from sunwoo's trembling hands.
"bon appetite," sunwoo sings before slipping through the door and announcing that junghwan is, in fact, still alive! and cheers follow.
scooting back on the bed, junghwan puts the tray on his lap and lifts up a fork, playing around with the toast and the grape jelly that slides off the plate. after a particularly hard flick of his fork, a piece of spam goes flying, but junghwan doesn't pay much mind when he spots the small card drenched in butter and jelly in the middle of the plate.
junghwan,
feel better, and remember to take it easy.
you're too precious to me and i hate to see you hurt ^^
jinyoung hyung
he lets out a weird noise from the back of his throat, as that familiar heat tickles his neck and his ears. licking his lips, junghwan wipes some of the jelly off the card to read the rest of the message.
ps. if you ever get lonely you can come sleep with me in my bed ㅎㅎㅎ
junghwan groans into a pillow but he can't stop that smile from spreading on his lips anyway.
"i think i like him."
"really now," dongwoo murmurs around a piece of somewhat stale toast, boredom dancing around in his eyes as he scans the newspaper. "is that because he keeps touching you, or-"
junghwan splutters. "he doesn't as much, not anymore. no, he's just." junghwan spins around in his seat to check if there's anyone listening in. but the rest had gone out to get coffee, so junghwan lets out a sigh. "he's always there for me. he's always so nice and caring, but not really in that leader-like way. he's always so warm when he touches me. and i guess i've fallen for him."
dongwoo hums again, but he looks up from the paper to acknowledge that he's listening. "it's not that i have a problem with it, really," he starts, then shakes his head. he pushes the toast in front of junghwan and gets up from his seat. "if you two are all right with it, then we're all right with it. you should just ask to make sure."
"well yeah," junghwan grumbles before he stuffs his mouth with the dry bread, "it's not like i'm going to pin him against the wall and kiss the living daylights out him. i have more class than that."
though if his graceless fall straight into jinyoung's lap that afternoon is anything to go by, not really.
"sorry, hyung," he splutters and he searches about for a place to look, anywhere but jinyoung's smiling face. "i tripped and then you were there so-"
"i'm always here for you, junghwan." and the words roll of jinyoung's tongue so smoothly, so well, as if he's been practicing them in front of the mirror as well, or as if he's been dying to say those words for so long. he looks down, eyes half smiling but in their own way sad, and junghwan can't help but stare back.
the words suddenly ring true in junghwan's ears, that junghwan has to fight for a breath above the silence, above the rapid heartbeats that junghwan is sure jinyoung can hear, loudly and clearly.
but it's taken right away when jinyoung leans in close and kisses him full on the lips, slowly and softly, like always.
hot hands sear his back as junghwan arches into the kiss, carefully shifting to sit better in jinyoung's lap. their lips stay connected in a sort of pliant but simple way while fingers run up and down skin tickled pink, eyes roam then flutter shut as moans reverberate all throughout.
junghwan pulls back. it's suddenly too hot to even breath but junghwan tries to as he looks jinyoung up and down from his red lips to-well, that. he takes in a breath. does he want this? is this even right, to his parents, to b1a4, to himself? what is he getting himself into with jinyoung hyung?
but then, it's jinyoung.
ah, "screw it," and jinyoung laughs so loudly that junghwan can feel it in his stomach. junghwan decides he'll do anything to kiss that smile off jinyoung's face.
jinyoung wakes up with a smile on his face. weird, he thinks. he can feel the ache in his jaws, though, on second thought, that could be from something else. shifting onto his side he spots junghwan staring blankly at the bunk above, mouth hanging wide open and tongue lolling out.
"good morning," jinyoung says with a voice so raspy he can't recognize it as his. junghwan starts and his eyes zip to jinyoung, as if embarrassed by something. jinyoung smiles because he can't help it.
"you smile even in your sleep," the other boy murmurs in the silence of the room, and jinyoung takes that as an invitation to move closer to junghwan and rest his chin on the boy's shoulder. junghwan makes a face. "it's creepy."
jinyoung chuckles and breathes in through his nose, one hand lifting to comb through his hair, one hand making its way for junghwan's hand under the sheets. "well," he says, "i must have had something lovely watch over me as i slept, like an angel." he squeezes.
"oh, god," junghwan groans. there's a flicker of a smile on his lips. "good morning, hyung." when junghwan squeezes back, jinyoung feels light and relieved.
"so, want to go take a shower together?"
"hyung!"
jinyoung laughs, but he's cut off when junghwan kisses him (sort of misses, but that's all right) and then stumbles out of the bed into the living room. take it slow, he can hear dongwoo say. with a smile, jinyoung throws the covers off and runs after him.
"i'll wash your hair, and you can play with my rubber duck and-"
"hyung!"
what is this. what did i write. this was all sorts of cliche, i don't even know what to say about this. but to defend myself yes!! this did take place over the course of...an appropriate amount of time!! ...or something ㅠ i hope you enjoyed this, yssabong ilu and i will miss u while i'm gone
jinyoung x junghwan , romance / humor , pg-13 , 2059w
in which junghwan is unsure.
a/n: while i busily debate to myself just what my otp is, jindeul for the lovely flusteredmess ! first b1a4 fic haha.
"good job, guys."
junghwan looks up from the floor and spots jinyoung, who looks a bit funny upside down, though that smile of his is still pretty much unmistakable. he rolls onto his stomach. "you too, hyung, but what's up?"
jinyoung grins, his eyes disappearing for a bit and suddenly junghwan doesn't know where to look. "nothing. just wanted to say good job." he leans over and pets junghwan on the head, chuckles before making his way into the bedroom. junghwan spends a couple of more seconds staring after jinyoung's retreating figure, then flops back onto his back with a frown.
it takes him a good two minutes for him to realize (thanks to chansik's curious eyes) that he's been holding his manhwa book upside down.
"sunwoo-yah," dongwoo murmurs softly, clad in white towels and his boxers, "why is there a rubber duck in the bathtub?"
sunwoo splutters, "don't look at me." chansik laughs loudly in sunwoo's face before ducking from the suddenly aerial flower doll.
"oh, sorry, that's mine," jinyoung says, shamelessly. he gets up from the couch and smiles, even though sunwoo and chansik are slowly turning red in the face as they try to hold in their laughter. "i'm gonna take a shower now. junghwan, want to join me?"
junghwan, who was sitting in front of the fixated fan with his mouth open and singing random songs, whips his head around. "huh?"
not able to hold it in any longer, sunwoo bursts out into a great peal of laughter, falling over onto the youngest boy's lap gracelessly. even dongwoo falls backwards onto the floor as junghwan frantically looks back and forth between the other members until he glances up at jinyoung and his small grin.
"hyung?" junghwan asks, but jinyoung only chuckles and retreats to the bathroom. "wait, what?"
"you're so stupid, hyung!" chansik laughs between his deep gasps for air, the added weight that is sunwoo not helping at all.
junhwan throws a sock at the younger boy's face, earning him a nice shriek. "so mean."
junghwan doesn't understand. the way jinyoung peers over his rice bowl with those half closed eyes, the way jinyoung reaches out for the faintest touches, the way jinyoung smiles, always.
like, always.
at one point, junghwan thinks jinyoung hyung needs to be committed or something, because he is slowly coming to resemble the joker with his constant smile. and junghwan doesn't want to be creeped out by his hyung, not really. he'd rather much feel sick to his stomach whenever one of jinyoung hyung's stray touches linger for too long than be scared shitless.
or, well, no, junghwan scrunches his eyebrows, because that's not too nice either. the burning of his ears and cheeks, the unstoppable beating of his heart, the sweat on the back of his neck (though he's just naturally sweaty, so it could be that). sometimes, when junghwan lies awake sleeping alone in his room, he swears he can hear jinyoung calling his name from the other side of the wall, and then he can't fall asleep, and all of the symptoms come at once. like he has a cold.
so he has dongwoo check him out, "because," he reasons, "i think i'm going to fall sick, and we can't have that in the middle of promotions." junghwan ignores the smug look dongwoo gives him whenever he passes by dongwoo with a popsicle stick under his tongue that afternoon.
but even after the series of checkups from doctor dongwoo and "you're too stupid to catch a cold"s from both sunwoo and chansik, junghwan doesn't feel any better. in fact, it all gets worse when he accidentally walks in on jinyoung changing in his room (what even possessed junghwan to walk into their bedroom in the first place is beyond him). it's as if his body is suddenly to hot to sweat at all, then too cold to blush, and with weak legs he sprints out of the dorm, without his phone, his wallet, and more importantly, any pants on.
junghwan swears he starts seeing double during practice, but the comment seems to fall deaf on the others' ears as they listen to the music blasting from the cd player in the room. breathing heavily, he leans against a mirrored wall and watches with hazy eyes the members dance, not a step off beat. when jinyoung's eyes suddenly flicker up to meet his, junghwan feels too tired to even react, so he stares as the leader approaches him with a worried look that doesn't seem to fit his fair features.
"are you all right?" jinyoung whispers softly, a water bottle in hand. junghwan lifts and drops his shoulders in an attempt to shrug. "here," jinyoung murmurs, and presses a cool hand against junghwan's forehead. "you don't have a fever. drink lots of water and sit down for a while, all right?"
jinyoung's words sound soothing, and junghwan sighs when he feels jinyoung's shoulder bump against his. there's a spark but the heat seems much more bearable, as junghwan leans his head against jinyoung's shoulder and promptly falls asleep.
"i think i like you," junghwan says.
and then he smacks his forehead and groans. "no, no," he moans, "that's not right." he looks into the mirror again. "hyung, lately i feel weird around you. every time i see you looking at me, every time i feel you touching me-oh my god, what am i saying."
junghwan throws himself onto the bottom bunk with a loud groan. he's been practicing what to say in front of jinyoung if and when he decides to approach the leader about this. but at the rate this is going-with the neverending stuttering, the frantic glances, the short breaths and thoughts of what else could happen-junghwan is sure he's going to have to deal with this horrible feeling until he dies. or, at least, until they disband.
"oh, he's in here," chansik calls out from the door, and junghwan throws him the hardest glare he can. chansik only sticks his tongue out at him. "yeah, he's not busy."
junghwan has half a mind to yell at him when the door swings open and his heart stops in his throat. it's only sunwoo with a tray of food in his hands, and a grimace to accompany it. "jinyoung hyung said you had to eat," sunwoo says, "but i'm pretty sure this will give you a heart attack."
junghwan sighs. it's another one of jinyoung's weird concoctions, he notes with a laugh, taking the tray from sunwoo's trembling hands.
"bon appetite," sunwoo sings before slipping through the door and announcing that junghwan is, in fact, still alive! and cheers follow.
scooting back on the bed, junghwan puts the tray on his lap and lifts up a fork, playing around with the toast and the grape jelly that slides off the plate. after a particularly hard flick of his fork, a piece of spam goes flying, but junghwan doesn't pay much mind when he spots the small card drenched in butter and jelly in the middle of the plate.
junghwan,
feel better, and remember to take it easy.
you're too precious to me and i hate to see you hurt ^^
jinyoung hyung
he lets out a weird noise from the back of his throat, as that familiar heat tickles his neck and his ears. licking his lips, junghwan wipes some of the jelly off the card to read the rest of the message.
ps. if you ever get lonely you can come sleep with me in my bed ㅎㅎㅎ
junghwan groans into a pillow but he can't stop that smile from spreading on his lips anyway.
"i think i like him."
"really now," dongwoo murmurs around a piece of somewhat stale toast, boredom dancing around in his eyes as he scans the newspaper. "is that because he keeps touching you, or-"
junghwan splutters. "he doesn't as much, not anymore. no, he's just." junghwan spins around in his seat to check if there's anyone listening in. but the rest had gone out to get coffee, so junghwan lets out a sigh. "he's always there for me. he's always so nice and caring, but not really in that leader-like way. he's always so warm when he touches me. and i guess i've fallen for him."
dongwoo hums again, but he looks up from the paper to acknowledge that he's listening. "it's not that i have a problem with it, really," he starts, then shakes his head. he pushes the toast in front of junghwan and gets up from his seat. "if you two are all right with it, then we're all right with it. you should just ask to make sure."
"well yeah," junghwan grumbles before he stuffs his mouth with the dry bread, "it's not like i'm going to pin him against the wall and kiss the living daylights out him. i have more class than that."
though if his graceless fall straight into jinyoung's lap that afternoon is anything to go by, not really.
"sorry, hyung," he splutters and he searches about for a place to look, anywhere but jinyoung's smiling face. "i tripped and then you were there so-"
"i'm always here for you, junghwan." and the words roll of jinyoung's tongue so smoothly, so well, as if he's been practicing them in front of the mirror as well, or as if he's been dying to say those words for so long. he looks down, eyes half smiling but in their own way sad, and junghwan can't help but stare back.
the words suddenly ring true in junghwan's ears, that junghwan has to fight for a breath above the silence, above the rapid heartbeats that junghwan is sure jinyoung can hear, loudly and clearly.
but it's taken right away when jinyoung leans in close and kisses him full on the lips, slowly and softly, like always.
hot hands sear his back as junghwan arches into the kiss, carefully shifting to sit better in jinyoung's lap. their lips stay connected in a sort of pliant but simple way while fingers run up and down skin tickled pink, eyes roam then flutter shut as moans reverberate all throughout.
junghwan pulls back. it's suddenly too hot to even breath but junghwan tries to as he looks jinyoung up and down from his red lips to-well, that. he takes in a breath. does he want this? is this even right, to his parents, to b1a4, to himself? what is he getting himself into with jinyoung hyung?
but then, it's jinyoung.
ah, "screw it," and jinyoung laughs so loudly that junghwan can feel it in his stomach. junghwan decides he'll do anything to kiss that smile off jinyoung's face.
jinyoung wakes up with a smile on his face. weird, he thinks. he can feel the ache in his jaws, though, on second thought, that could be from something else. shifting onto his side he spots junghwan staring blankly at the bunk above, mouth hanging wide open and tongue lolling out.
"good morning," jinyoung says with a voice so raspy he can't recognize it as his. junghwan starts and his eyes zip to jinyoung, as if embarrassed by something. jinyoung smiles because he can't help it.
"you smile even in your sleep," the other boy murmurs in the silence of the room, and jinyoung takes that as an invitation to move closer to junghwan and rest his chin on the boy's shoulder. junghwan makes a face. "it's creepy."
jinyoung chuckles and breathes in through his nose, one hand lifting to comb through his hair, one hand making its way for junghwan's hand under the sheets. "well," he says, "i must have had something lovely watch over me as i slept, like an angel." he squeezes.
"oh, god," junghwan groans. there's a flicker of a smile on his lips. "good morning, hyung." when junghwan squeezes back, jinyoung feels light and relieved.
"so, want to go take a shower together?"
"hyung!"
jinyoung laughs, but he's cut off when junghwan kisses him (sort of misses, but that's all right) and then stumbles out of the bed into the living room. take it slow, he can hear dongwoo say. with a smile, jinyoung throws the covers off and runs after him.
"i'll wash your hair, and you can play with my rubber duck and-"
"hyung!"
what is this. what did i write. this was all sorts of cliche, i don't even know what to say about this. but to defend myself yes!! this did take place over the course of...an appropriate amount of time!! ...or something ㅠ i hope you enjoyed this, yssabong ilu and i will miss u while i'm gone