[Drabble] Bang, Bang, You're dead
Bang, Bang, You're dead
B.A.P - Yonggook/Himchan
220 words, PG-13, AU
The music is what had brought Himchan into the alleyways the first time
Something in celebration of B.A.P's debut. Which is fantastic. I don't know them enough to write, cry, but this came out anyway. :c ♥
They said the alleys were dangerous and maybe they were right. The alleys were where Himchan went to be free, to be wild and untamed. To be dangerous.
He wasn’t the only one. To many of his generation, the alleys were a place for expression and regression, to be uninhibited. The dark corners and flickering flames, the reek of alcohol and desire, that was what they all sought. That and the music.
The music is what had brought Himchan into the alleyways the first time, the wild and raucous tune drawing him into the depths. It led him to Yonggook that first time and it led him to Yonggook every other time.
They never really spoke, not words anyway, but they didn’t need to. Himchan didn’t need to know what Yonggook was escaping from, just like Yonggook didn’t need to know what Himchan was hiding.
It didn’t matter, in the end, with Himchan’s back against the wall, the bricks scraping against his bare shoulders. It was all about Yonggook; Yonggook’s lips bruising his, Yonggook’s knee between his legs, Yonggook’s hands on his hips. It was all about Yonggook and the music. The wild desire and the danger, because Himchan knew Yonggook was part of the danger.
And Himchan returned every time because he knew the danger was in him too.
B.A.P - Yonggook/Himchan
220 words, PG-13, AU
The music is what had brought Himchan into the alleyways the first time
Something in celebration of B.A.P's debut. Which is fantastic. I don't know them enough to write, cry, but this came out anyway. :c ♥
They said the alleys were dangerous and maybe they were right. The alleys were where Himchan went to be free, to be wild and untamed. To be dangerous.
He wasn’t the only one. To many of his generation, the alleys were a place for expression and regression, to be uninhibited. The dark corners and flickering flames, the reek of alcohol and desire, that was what they all sought. That and the music.
The music is what had brought Himchan into the alleyways the first time, the wild and raucous tune drawing him into the depths. It led him to Yonggook that first time and it led him to Yonggook every other time.
They never really spoke, not words anyway, but they didn’t need to. Himchan didn’t need to know what Yonggook was escaping from, just like Yonggook didn’t need to know what Himchan was hiding.
It didn’t matter, in the end, with Himchan’s back against the wall, the bricks scraping against his bare shoulders. It was all about Yonggook; Yonggook’s lips bruising his, Yonggook’s knee between his legs, Yonggook’s hands on his hips. It was all about Yonggook and the music. The wild desire and the danger, because Himchan knew Yonggook was part of the danger.
And Himchan returned every time because he knew the danger was in him too.