12。if i told you this is killing me
if i told you this is killing me
Junhyung/Kikwang, Dongwoon/Kikwang
PG ; 1360 w.
kikwang gets so intoxicated that he could barely stand up straight, head spinning slowly and legs losing their balance as the striking lights in the club derange his vision, blue, yellow, green and purple all coming together, plus the thump thump thump of the heavy bass in the background smothers his surroundings and makes it difficult for him to walk properly.
thank god they're not in korea, junhyung thinks, throwing kikwang's heavy arm around his shoulders as they enter the empty elevator.
room 612. they reach the door that kikwang and dongwoon are sharing, junhyung having to search kikwang's pockets for the room key as the latter leans sluggishly on the door, a drowsy smile plastered on his red tinged face. the door swings open and they find dongwoon looking sound asleep on his bed, his wide back facing the two of them and his body curled in a fetal position. junhyung drags kikwang to the vacant bed and makes the man lay down.
"hyung," kikwang whispers, sheets rustling as his body writhes on the bed. "i like you."
dongwoon's eyes shoot open.
a pause.
"is it wrong?" kikwang asks.
dongwoon shuts his eyes tight, curls up his body like a child and quickly decides to feign his sleeping state.
junhyung grabs hold of kikwang's shoes and pulls them off one by one, the shoes falling with soft thuds on the carpeted floor. junhyung neatly puts them aside beside dongwoon's shoes in one corner of the room, gets the remote control on dongwoon's bed and switches off the television before he deals with the drunken mess tossing and turning restlessly on the bed.
"liking you?" kikwang continues smiling with his eyes closed, kicking at the sheets.
junhyung sighs as he gets on top of kikwang and strip his jacket off of him, revealing the latter wearing his usual wife beater.
"you're really drunk," junhyung snickers.
"i don't understand," kikwang curls his fingers around junhyung's forearms, childlike and needy. heat permeates through junhyung's skin, and he's unsure whether the alcohol he consumed awhile back is at fault or if it's the rise and fall of kikwang's chest so close and so slow against his is the reason why he wants to do all sorts of things to kikwang that are better left unspoken.
"i'm not like this," kikwang whispers quietly and looks away, tightening his hold on junhyung's forearms.
junhyung gets off of kikwang before he does anything else, sits on the edge of the bed and rests his palm on kikwang's taut middle.
he has an idea.
"really?" junhyung asks curiously, looking over at the inebriated man. "in what way do you like me?"
kikwang closes his eyes, sighs and smiles dreamily. "everything."
"everything?" junhyung snorts and raises his eyebrows, chuckling in amusement as he neatly folds kikwang's jacket and places it inside the drawer. "why? what do you like so much about me?"
"i already told you! why must you ask again?" kikwang whines. "everything. just, everything. i don't, i just, i don't know, okay? but i really, really like you." kikwang explains and smiles sweetly, looking down at junhyung remove his socks with a disgusted look on his face.
"why?" kikwang pouts, sitting up immediately. "you have a problem with it?"
"what, your socks?" junhyung grimaces, holding kikwang's socks a good distance away from his face and looking around the room for the laundry bag to dump it in. "yeah i do."
"no, i mean." kikwang closes his eyes before he lets his back fall on the mattress. he stays silent for awhile and starts kicking at the sheets, his slow heavy exhales and junhyung padding across the room are the only sounds present in the room.
"need to vomit? junhyung walks over, sits on the bed and observes the man, only feeling slightly guilty for taking advantage of kikwang in his half conscious state.
"you have to tell me." junhyung places his hand on kikwang's hip. "i don't want you vomiting on the sheets."
kikwang stares at him distantly for awhile, a soft smile gradually creeping up his lips. it isn't long before kikwang embraces junhyung and pulls him to lay on top of him, junhyung being easily dragged and reminded again of how kikwang's strength contradicts the man's face and his adorable mannerisms. it's ridiculous, really, when junhyung thinks about it.
"i like you," kikwang pulls junhyung in a tight embrace and suffocates the man, his breath reeking of alcohol. kikwang sounds almost too convincing and it makes junhyung's chest tighten.
"hey," junhyung whines in a half-assed struggle to pull away, "let go."
"let's kiss," kikwang smiles, throwing his arms around junhyung's neck. "you wanna kiss?"
dongwoon's mouth runs dry, heat rising to his cheeks because the intimacy is too much to handle, feeling as though he's in a place where he shouldn't be in. he can't help but put himself in junhyung's position and wonder what he would do when faced with such a situation.
the sheets rustle amid soft playful chuckles, and dongwoon is really clueless as to why there there are pangs in his chest at the moment.
"hey, stop it," junhyung whines, his eyes glued to kikwang's thick lips and happy sedated eyes thinking, who is he kidding? who wouldn't want to kiss those lips? "no, seriously, let go. dongwoon's on the bed beside us if you haven't noticed. how would you feel if you wake up and find two of your hyungs making out, huh?"
"but everyone wants to kiss me," kikwang pouts before flashing that silly smile of his.
"i guess I'm special then," junhyung halfheartedly comments, fighting the urge to crash their lips together as he sits on the edge of the bed, watching kikwang eagerly look at him.
dongwoon is sleeping and kikwang is helplessly drunk. as for junhyung, he's not quite sure if he's terribly deprived or extremely in denial but one thing is certain though-feeling helpless and in need of restraining himself, junhyung looks at kikwang in all his endearing vulnerability-is that junhyung is most definitely screwed.
"you are," kikwang smiles, holding junhyung's wrist. "you really are. that's why I like you, junhyung-ah."
the next thing junhyung knows is that kikwang pulls him again, now having his fingers entwined at the back of his neck and their lips brushing each others in a featherlight kiss. junhyung forgets how kikwang can vomit any second and the fact that they're not alone, kikwang's fingers now wandering beneath the hem of his shirt as he freezes in place, unsure whether or not he should reciprocate kikwang's gestures.
they're kissing, dongwoon thinks, eyes wide open and ears piqued in disbelief.
they're kissing, dongwoon repeats to himself, wide awake now as hears the rustle of bed sheets, the shifting of body weight and the sound of their lips making friction. he quickly contemplates whether or not he should storm out of the room and maybe throw an angry fit at nobody for not acknowledging the fact that he's right there, but he stays completely still, quiet and unmoving.
"hey," junhyung slightly pulls away now because kikwang's already planting kisses on his jaw, painting feverish kisses on his skin and it shouldn't feel this good, shouldn't be something he could take pleasure from. it feels incredibly nice to be kissed but junhyung would rather not feel guilty, knowing that he's the only one who would probably remember this ever happened.
"we probably shouldn-," junhyung starts but kikwang pulls away, smiles languidly at him and falls asleep.
silence.
"i'm sorry," dongwoon hears junhyung whisper after what feels like forever, tired of straining his ears. dongwoon doesn't quite understand what junhyung's apologizing for.
"look," junhyung nags, scolds the man in his sleep. "how am I supposed to know if what you said is real or not?"
junhyung tucks kikwang in bed despite himself and lightly pokes the man's cheek. "don't give me such a hard time."
the lights go off, dongwoon hears the door shut and there's no one else in the room but him and kikwang. it should be easier for him to breathe now, should be easier for him to fall back into his slumber but he finds himself feeling the opposite, his countless thoughts racing and scattering in his restless mind, unobliging to leave him alone.
dongwoon doesn't sleep well that night, thinking that if this isn't what jealousy feels like, then he doesn't know what is.
Junhyung/Kikwang, Dongwoon/Kikwang
PG ; 1360 w.
kikwang gets so intoxicated that he could barely stand up straight, head spinning slowly and legs losing their balance as the striking lights in the club derange his vision, blue, yellow, green and purple all coming together, plus the thump thump thump of the heavy bass in the background smothers his surroundings and makes it difficult for him to walk properly.
thank god they're not in korea, junhyung thinks, throwing kikwang's heavy arm around his shoulders as they enter the empty elevator.
room 612. they reach the door that kikwang and dongwoon are sharing, junhyung having to search kikwang's pockets for the room key as the latter leans sluggishly on the door, a drowsy smile plastered on his red tinged face. the door swings open and they find dongwoon looking sound asleep on his bed, his wide back facing the two of them and his body curled in a fetal position. junhyung drags kikwang to the vacant bed and makes the man lay down.
"hyung," kikwang whispers, sheets rustling as his body writhes on the bed. "i like you."
dongwoon's eyes shoot open.
a pause.
"is it wrong?" kikwang asks.
dongwoon shuts his eyes tight, curls up his body like a child and quickly decides to feign his sleeping state.
junhyung grabs hold of kikwang's shoes and pulls them off one by one, the shoes falling with soft thuds on the carpeted floor. junhyung neatly puts them aside beside dongwoon's shoes in one corner of the room, gets the remote control on dongwoon's bed and switches off the television before he deals with the drunken mess tossing and turning restlessly on the bed.
"liking you?" kikwang continues smiling with his eyes closed, kicking at the sheets.
junhyung sighs as he gets on top of kikwang and strip his jacket off of him, revealing the latter wearing his usual wife beater.
"you're really drunk," junhyung snickers.
"i don't understand," kikwang curls his fingers around junhyung's forearms, childlike and needy. heat permeates through junhyung's skin, and he's unsure whether the alcohol he consumed awhile back is at fault or if it's the rise and fall of kikwang's chest so close and so slow against his is the reason why he wants to do all sorts of things to kikwang that are better left unspoken.
"i'm not like this," kikwang whispers quietly and looks away, tightening his hold on junhyung's forearms.
junhyung gets off of kikwang before he does anything else, sits on the edge of the bed and rests his palm on kikwang's taut middle.
he has an idea.
"really?" junhyung asks curiously, looking over at the inebriated man. "in what way do you like me?"
kikwang closes his eyes, sighs and smiles dreamily. "everything."
"everything?" junhyung snorts and raises his eyebrows, chuckling in amusement as he neatly folds kikwang's jacket and places it inside the drawer. "why? what do you like so much about me?"
"i already told you! why must you ask again?" kikwang whines. "everything. just, everything. i don't, i just, i don't know, okay? but i really, really like you." kikwang explains and smiles sweetly, looking down at junhyung remove his socks with a disgusted look on his face.
"why?" kikwang pouts, sitting up immediately. "you have a problem with it?"
"what, your socks?" junhyung grimaces, holding kikwang's socks a good distance away from his face and looking around the room for the laundry bag to dump it in. "yeah i do."
"no, i mean." kikwang closes his eyes before he lets his back fall on the mattress. he stays silent for awhile and starts kicking at the sheets, his slow heavy exhales and junhyung padding across the room are the only sounds present in the room.
"need to vomit? junhyung walks over, sits on the bed and observes the man, only feeling slightly guilty for taking advantage of kikwang in his half conscious state.
"you have to tell me." junhyung places his hand on kikwang's hip. "i don't want you vomiting on the sheets."
kikwang stares at him distantly for awhile, a soft smile gradually creeping up his lips. it isn't long before kikwang embraces junhyung and pulls him to lay on top of him, junhyung being easily dragged and reminded again of how kikwang's strength contradicts the man's face and his adorable mannerisms. it's ridiculous, really, when junhyung thinks about it.
"i like you," kikwang pulls junhyung in a tight embrace and suffocates the man, his breath reeking of alcohol. kikwang sounds almost too convincing and it makes junhyung's chest tighten.
"hey," junhyung whines in a half-assed struggle to pull away, "let go."
"let's kiss," kikwang smiles, throwing his arms around junhyung's neck. "you wanna kiss?"
dongwoon's mouth runs dry, heat rising to his cheeks because the intimacy is too much to handle, feeling as though he's in a place where he shouldn't be in. he can't help but put himself in junhyung's position and wonder what he would do when faced with such a situation.
the sheets rustle amid soft playful chuckles, and dongwoon is really clueless as to why there there are pangs in his chest at the moment.
"hey, stop it," junhyung whines, his eyes glued to kikwang's thick lips and happy sedated eyes thinking, who is he kidding? who wouldn't want to kiss those lips? "no, seriously, let go. dongwoon's on the bed beside us if you haven't noticed. how would you feel if you wake up and find two of your hyungs making out, huh?"
"but everyone wants to kiss me," kikwang pouts before flashing that silly smile of his.
"i guess I'm special then," junhyung halfheartedly comments, fighting the urge to crash their lips together as he sits on the edge of the bed, watching kikwang eagerly look at him.
dongwoon is sleeping and kikwang is helplessly drunk. as for junhyung, he's not quite sure if he's terribly deprived or extremely in denial but one thing is certain though-feeling helpless and in need of restraining himself, junhyung looks at kikwang in all his endearing vulnerability-is that junhyung is most definitely screwed.
"you are," kikwang smiles, holding junhyung's wrist. "you really are. that's why I like you, junhyung-ah."
the next thing junhyung knows is that kikwang pulls him again, now having his fingers entwined at the back of his neck and their lips brushing each others in a featherlight kiss. junhyung forgets how kikwang can vomit any second and the fact that they're not alone, kikwang's fingers now wandering beneath the hem of his shirt as he freezes in place, unsure whether or not he should reciprocate kikwang's gestures.
they're kissing, dongwoon thinks, eyes wide open and ears piqued in disbelief.
they're kissing, dongwoon repeats to himself, wide awake now as hears the rustle of bed sheets, the shifting of body weight and the sound of their lips making friction. he quickly contemplates whether or not he should storm out of the room and maybe throw an angry fit at nobody for not acknowledging the fact that he's right there, but he stays completely still, quiet and unmoving.
"hey," junhyung slightly pulls away now because kikwang's already planting kisses on his jaw, painting feverish kisses on his skin and it shouldn't feel this good, shouldn't be something he could take pleasure from. it feels incredibly nice to be kissed but junhyung would rather not feel guilty, knowing that he's the only one who would probably remember this ever happened.
"we probably shouldn-," junhyung starts but kikwang pulls away, smiles languidly at him and falls asleep.
silence.
"i'm sorry," dongwoon hears junhyung whisper after what feels like forever, tired of straining his ears. dongwoon doesn't quite understand what junhyung's apologizing for.
"look," junhyung nags, scolds the man in his sleep. "how am I supposed to know if what you said is real or not?"
junhyung tucks kikwang in bed despite himself and lightly pokes the man's cheek. "don't give me such a hard time."
the lights go off, dongwoon hears the door shut and there's no one else in the room but him and kikwang. it should be easier for him to breathe now, should be easier for him to fall back into his slumber but he finds himself feeling the opposite, his countless thoughts racing and scattering in his restless mind, unobliging to leave him alone.
dongwoon doesn't sleep well that night, thinking that if this isn't what jealousy feels like, then he doesn't know what is.