[fic] various: special summer edition
I haven't been updating much lately, and I apologize for that! I have, though, in fact been rather productive this summer. So, in light of recent events and the impending comeback, I felt as though I should share with everyone! Under the cut are two zikwon, two jaekyung, and one slight minkyung! Please enjoy :)
ukwon/zico. 424 words. circa august.
Yukwon's been dozing for the past fifteen minutes when Jiho slips up beside him on the recording studio couch. It's uncomfortable, but he's fallen asleep here more than a few times before; however, the feel of Jiho, warm and sturdy, to his side is a welcomed touch. Normally Yukwon would poke at Jiho to find his own place, joke that he was here first, and that Jiho's fallen asleep in his swivel chair enough times that he doesn't need to stretch out on the couch. There's something about the way Jiho looks right now, wrecked and a little disheartened, quieter than he's ever seen him, that has Yukwon keeping his mouth shut. His lips ghost over the shell of his ear, Yukwon can feel that much, but otherwise Jiho is motionless against him.
"Are you hungry?" Jiho asks, surprisingly normal for how broken he looks. It's just them in the studio, Yukwon having volunteered to stay with Jiho when Kyung looked too tired to even function correctly. Jiho touches the inside of his wrist. "We've been here a while..."
Yukwon yawns and pats his stomach, smiling lazily. "Depends on if you're paying."
"Nevermind," Jiho mumbles, a bit ruffled; he burrows his face into the space between Yukwon's neck and shoulder, but Yukwon thinks he feels Jiho's lips shape into a smile. Then he feels Jiho pinch his side just enough to have him yelping. "You've eaten plenty since I've been gone, lazy ass."
Yukwon knocks the side of his head against Jiho's in retaliation. "Speak for yourself." He touches the underside of Jiho's chin, curls his hand around his neck, and presses a dry thumb to the bony portion of Jiho's throat; he feels Jiho's Adam's apple bob beneath the touch. There are millions of things he wants to say and ask: are you back for good, do you feel better, how're the songs, the fans miss you, I miss you; yet, nothing comes out. "I could go for some dukbogki right about now."
Jiho doesn't move from his side; he simply breathes evenly, small breaths in and out that mirror Yukwon's own, and remains silent. Yukwon settles into the back of the couch; pinpricks of numbness shoot up his arm, but he doesn't make Jiho move. He doesn't want Jiho to move. Not when he's like this, so vulnerable and open and needing someone to lean on. They've leaned on him since trainee days, needed him, relied on him; Yukwon wants to return the favor, even for as short a moment as this.
ukwon, slight ukwon/zico. 458 words. circa may.
Yukwon looked up, surprised.
Their knees bumped; the fabric of Jiho's sweatpants hardly concealed the warmth coming off him in waves, the warmth that seeped through Yukwon's own clothes and skin and his entire being. Being shuttled off to different countries for weeks on end changed nothing; this was Jiho, loud and serious and with a soft spot for Kyung who leaned into him, grin brighter than ever, and talked about music like it was his native tongue. So, he studied Jiho's face, wanting to see if there was a difference. Without the stage make-up the moles on his cheeks became more apparent, beauty marks that dotted his skin with an invisible path, one Yukwon wished to trace; the once sharp line of his jaw rounded more now, skin a healthier pallor, and his lips twitched into easy smiles and not the frustrated scowls from months ago; but his eyes remained the same, cool and calculating and determined.
"Yo, Kwon," Kyung called. There was laughter in his voice, but Yukwon barely processed more than Jiho's lips, the tiny lazy smirk pulling it to one side, the sliver of teeth visible between his parted lips. Yukwon consciously licked his own, breaking eye contact with Jiho, and beside him, Kyung huffed, annoyed. "No one ever listens to me." But then, Kyung smiled at Jiho, a little shy and slanted, happy but too embarrassed to admit such a thing. "I'm glad you're back."
Yukwon heard the small movement of Jiho shifting on their floor, sock-covered feet dulling the noise, but he focused his gaze instead on the loose threads of his jeans. It was enough for Jiho to be so close, to smell him in every small intake of breath, and Yukwon was consciously aware of every one of Jiho's actions, as though he were tuned specifically to Jiho. No one else. More than anything, he wished he could voice his own pleasure at having Jiho standing at the front of their line-up again, back straight and posture set, sure in all his doings; yet, Yukwon can find no words to say such because deep down he was more than a little angry that Jiho wasn't there. A selfish part of him needed for Jiho to always be there, as though he were a security blanket for the rest of them to cower beneath, but when Yukwon chanced a glance up, beneath his fringe, he could see Jiho's grin, peaceful and at ease with himself.
The selfish part of him quieted, and the bigger part of him, the piece of him that wanted Jiho to be healthy and happy again, settled into place. Yukwon patted Jiho's knee.
And Jiho looked directly at him as he spoke: "It's good to be back."
slight bbomb/kyung, slight jaehyo/kyung. 455 words. circa june.
"And the thing is, Jiho and I - we write about love all the fucking time, right?" Jaehyo makes this noise, soft and distracted, and Kyung isn't so sure Jaehyo's listening to him anymore, but the company's nice and Jaehyo's fingernails feel fucking great against his scalp; Kyung hums in contentment. "But I don't really know the first thing about love. How it's supposed to feel, you know."
Jaehyo has on some weird movie, one that Kyung would personally never watch, but it makes for good background noise, clears out the empty silence in the apartment, and breaks him free from all his own wandering thoughts. Jaehyo isn't really one of Kyung's friends so much as he is Jiho's, but Jiho isn't around and Yukwon is ignoring his calls. Jaehyo offers his fridge and doesn't mind that Kyung is stretched out over his thighs whining about his love life (or lack thereof) and lets him kick his feet up onto the couch (something Taeil might grill him for later, but he doesn't give a fuck right now), so Kyung thinks maybe Jaehyo's an okay guy in the end.
Kyung quiets, listens to the actors on the screen, and he's unsure of the plot because he's fucking confused at the moment. Maybe he'll ask to borrow it when he's done spilling his innermost feelings to Jaehyo. Maybe he'll laugh this whole thing off later, keep it to himself, make Jaehyo swear never to tell a soul. Maybe he'll forget what he's here for and go to sleep to Jaehyo's fingers combing through his hair, face pillowed in Jaehyo's lap, tracing the inseam of Jaehyo's jeans with his thumb. Or maybe he'll make a complete ass of himself because he's fairly good at that, too; he'll make Jaehyo feel like complete shit again; he'll wonder why he even bothered coming here because he and Jaehyo aren't friends at all - unlike he and Jiho or Yukwon or Jihoon even.
"I think I'm in love with hyung." He says it so surely, as though there is no other reason as to why he's moping in Jaehyo and Taeil's apartment.
Jaehyo's fingers still. "Taeil?" He sounds curious, amused, and Kyung wants to say forget it and stomp out of the apartment. Something keeps him around, though, and Kyung blames it on how relaxed he feels under Jaehyo's stilled touch.
"No." A pause, a breath, and this movie is stupid; he doesn't know why Jaehyo even wastes his time on this. The onscreen actor proclaims his love in a cheesy confession; it sounds like the lyrics to all his songs. "Minhyuk-hyung."
This time Jaehyo's touch falls away completely, and Kyung's insides feel like they're on display under Jaehyo's scrutiny.
"Oh."
jaehyo/kyung. 974 words. circa august.
"Can we- Can I."
Kyung struggles with his words, unsatisfied because everything is there in his throat anticipating to be said, yet here he is floundering in front of Jaehyo with his tongue tied. Jaehyo looks at him with this peculiar gaze, eyes black and brows knit in confusion and lips swollen larger than normal, dark from sloppy kisses, slick with too much saliva. Kyung sucks his bottom lip into his mouth because here he is with a gorgeous man (who's even kissing him for some strange reason beyond Kyung's grasp) and all Kyung can do is flap his hands about as though he were a bird and make odd gurgling noises. If Jaehyo still wants to sleep with him afterward, Kyung will chalk it up to Jaehyo being desperate; not that he should be, Kyung reasons, because Jaehyo could walk down the street and have numerous offers from a variety of people from the plain-looking to the modelesque. Jaehyo is just. Kyung's uncertain as to what word would be good enough to describe Jaehyo at the moment because Jaehyo's gone from confused to horny again and is currently sucking on his neck and -
"Wait. Wait," Kyung says.
Jaehyo groans and pulls away. "Kyung," he says - whines, really, but it sounds so fucking sexy, all low and rough; Kyung briefly ponders how it'd sound after he fucked into his mouth, possibly rawer, hoarser, throatier.
"Sorry," Kyung says, snapping out of his thoughts. His flailing hasn't done anything to his libido, though, because his cock is still hard and straining against his zipper; his cock probably hates him right now - if it possessed the power to hate, that is. His cock probably wishes Jaehyo'd fuck his mouth now, shut him up for a while, so they could continue. "Sorry."
"What is it?"
Kyung leans back; he feels small beneath Jaehyo's scrutiny. Jaehyo looks really pretty in his coral-colored sweater and white shorts, all set to date an equally nice-dressed boy - someone like Lee Miinhyuk, president of his fraternity, a dutiful volunteer to animal shelters with Lee Taeil, and current beer pong champion. Jaehyo's parents probably would rather Jaehyo date (and fuck) someone more like him; Kyung's nothing like Jaehyo. He draws away.
"Do you think Jiho'll bring us back something to eat?" Kyung asks. He tugs at the hem of his shirt, anxious to give his hands something to do because where they really want to be (where Kyung wants his hands to be) is inside Jaehyo's briefs. "I don't know 'bout you, but I'm fucking starving."
"Kyung-"
"Does Chinese sound good?"
Kyung darts off his bed as quick as he can; it's rather difficult because a) his bed sheets have been twisted around his right ankle, and b) it's hard to walk properly with a hard-on. He trips, remains awkwardly imbalanced for a few beats more than necessary (his cock is throbbing, and he wishes he weren't so turned on by how rumpled Jaehyo looks in his bed), and corrects his footing to reach for his cell phone.
"If you don't like Chinese, there's this pretty cool pizza place, like, two blocks away?" Kyung scrolls through his phone's contacts (all of seven people: mom, dad, Chan, Saehim, Jiho, Yukwon, and his lab partner from junior year of high school). He wonders if now would be an appropriate time to catch up with the ex-lab partner. Did his skin ever clear up because he'd really struggled with acne at the time; it must not have helped his self-esteem to have someone as gorgeous as the Park Kyung to partner up with in lab. "Idk, I could eat anything right now, but I'm not too fond of that new restaurant that opened up right off campus. Tastes like shit, but Kwon and Jiho like it alright; I guess we could always go there, but I'm warning you not to have their-"
"Kyung."
Oh, shit, when did Jaehyo get so close? Why the fuck are his hands so sweaty? He's usually pretty composed; he's had sex countless times (ok, well, he'd had one girlfriend who gave decent head and Jiho could get pretty friendly back in the day). But he really likes Jaehyo enough to not want to fuck this up. Except, not wanting to fuck up has caused him to fuck up even more, and now Jaehyo's going to laugh about this later with Minhyuk who will woo him with good beer and fantastic sex. Minhyuk's ass will be fucked by Jaehyo's cock, and that's not fair because Kyung hasn't even touched Jaehyo's cock yet.
Kyung falters under Jaehyo's stare. "Hi," he breathes, feeling like a loser. "Uh, I have ramyun, too, if you'd prefer that... and..."
Kyung feels Jaehyo's fingers slip against his neck, thumb to the underside of his jaw while his fingertips smooth down the baby hairs at his nape; it's nice, and Kyung leans into Jaehyo because of the feeling. His body relaxes, and Jaehyo smells really good; something of cologne that probably has a pretentious French name and of Kyung's laundry detergent and a bit of cinnamon. Then, Jaehyo kisses him, all nice and slow and a little tongue to the seam of his lips. Kyung inhales shakily, easing further into Jaehyo's hold, and he thinks if he breathes any harder then he'll be breathing in Jaehyo soon.
Kyung pulls away, just enough to give them a bit of breathing room (except Kyung just wants to kiss Jaehyo again and again, fuck oxygen, who needs that when you have Ahn Jaehyo), and says, "I guess ramyun's a no, then?"
Jaehyo laughs, and Kyung moans because one of Jaehyo's hands curls around his waist and the other drops between their hips, knuckles grazing Kyung's still very much interested cock. "I have something else in mind."
jaehyo/kyung. 303 words. circa august.
Kyung's drunk, well, no, not drunk. Jihoon, who has been giggling and flirting with his own reflection for the past twenty minutes, is drunk. Kyung's happily tipsy. Very happily tipsy.
And because he's both very tipsy and very happy, he tells Jaehyo, or rather promises Jaehyo: "Tomorrow, when I'm sober, I'll give you a lap dance."
Jaehyo, who should be drunk but apparently holds his alcohol well and looks the least likely to pass out anytime soon, quirks a brow at this statement. Kyung raises his own, both of them because Kyung's not very coordinated when he's happily tipsy.
"It'll be," he hiccups here and loses his train of thought. Minhyuk laughs at him from him place on the floor, empty bottle clutched to his chest as though protecting it from everyone else. Kyung tries to swat at Minhyuk, but as he's painfully far away, so Kyung only bats at the air. Oh, well, it's good enough. Jaehyo's still watching him, and Jaehyo's really pretty. Kyung decides that he'll co-own the title of visual with Jaehyo because Jaehyo's Jaehyo and Kyung's not certain as to how that's a reason but it is to him right now.
"It'll be a really fuckin' awesome lap dance." Kyung nods. "It'll. It'll make you-"
"-r penis happy!" Jiho yells from somewhere beneath a pile of hats.
Jaehyo snorts, and Kyung jabs him in the forehead with his finger. Right now he feels pretty good about himself. When he drinks, he's somehow taller than Jaehyo, but maybe Jaehyo's just short because he's sitting on the ground.
"Don't laugh. You'll regret it."
"Laughing or your lap dance?"
"Uh, laughing. yeah," Kyung says. He touches Jaehyo's hair because he always wants to touch Jaehyo's hair. It looks soft. Maybe if he petted him, Jaehyo wouldn't mind. "Anyway. Lap dance. Tomorrow."
these were written during various times throughout the summer, so my style flip-flops quite a bit here and there. I'm quite rusty, but I hope that you've found them enjoyable at least.
[eta] coming soon: a much overdue jaehyo/taeil/p.o fic for q, a jaehyo/zico for t, author commentary that's been collecting dust since december, and much more just in time for the october comeback :)
ukwon/zico. 424 words. circa august.
Yukwon's been dozing for the past fifteen minutes when Jiho slips up beside him on the recording studio couch. It's uncomfortable, but he's fallen asleep here more than a few times before; however, the feel of Jiho, warm and sturdy, to his side is a welcomed touch. Normally Yukwon would poke at Jiho to find his own place, joke that he was here first, and that Jiho's fallen asleep in his swivel chair enough times that he doesn't need to stretch out on the couch. There's something about the way Jiho looks right now, wrecked and a little disheartened, quieter than he's ever seen him, that has Yukwon keeping his mouth shut. His lips ghost over the shell of his ear, Yukwon can feel that much, but otherwise Jiho is motionless against him.
"Are you hungry?" Jiho asks, surprisingly normal for how broken he looks. It's just them in the studio, Yukwon having volunteered to stay with Jiho when Kyung looked too tired to even function correctly. Jiho touches the inside of his wrist. "We've been here a while..."
Yukwon yawns and pats his stomach, smiling lazily. "Depends on if you're paying."
"Nevermind," Jiho mumbles, a bit ruffled; he burrows his face into the space between Yukwon's neck and shoulder, but Yukwon thinks he feels Jiho's lips shape into a smile. Then he feels Jiho pinch his side just enough to have him yelping. "You've eaten plenty since I've been gone, lazy ass."
Yukwon knocks the side of his head against Jiho's in retaliation. "Speak for yourself." He touches the underside of Jiho's chin, curls his hand around his neck, and presses a dry thumb to the bony portion of Jiho's throat; he feels Jiho's Adam's apple bob beneath the touch. There are millions of things he wants to say and ask: are you back for good, do you feel better, how're the songs, the fans miss you, I miss you; yet, nothing comes out. "I could go for some dukbogki right about now."
Jiho doesn't move from his side; he simply breathes evenly, small breaths in and out that mirror Yukwon's own, and remains silent. Yukwon settles into the back of the couch; pinpricks of numbness shoot up his arm, but he doesn't make Jiho move. He doesn't want Jiho to move. Not when he's like this, so vulnerable and open and needing someone to lean on. They've leaned on him since trainee days, needed him, relied on him; Yukwon wants to return the favor, even for as short a moment as this.
ukwon, slight ukwon/zico. 458 words. circa may.
Yukwon looked up, surprised.
Their knees bumped; the fabric of Jiho's sweatpants hardly concealed the warmth coming off him in waves, the warmth that seeped through Yukwon's own clothes and skin and his entire being. Being shuttled off to different countries for weeks on end changed nothing; this was Jiho, loud and serious and with a soft spot for Kyung who leaned into him, grin brighter than ever, and talked about music like it was his native tongue. So, he studied Jiho's face, wanting to see if there was a difference. Without the stage make-up the moles on his cheeks became more apparent, beauty marks that dotted his skin with an invisible path, one Yukwon wished to trace; the once sharp line of his jaw rounded more now, skin a healthier pallor, and his lips twitched into easy smiles and not the frustrated scowls from months ago; but his eyes remained the same, cool and calculating and determined.
"Yo, Kwon," Kyung called. There was laughter in his voice, but Yukwon barely processed more than Jiho's lips, the tiny lazy smirk pulling it to one side, the sliver of teeth visible between his parted lips. Yukwon consciously licked his own, breaking eye contact with Jiho, and beside him, Kyung huffed, annoyed. "No one ever listens to me." But then, Kyung smiled at Jiho, a little shy and slanted, happy but too embarrassed to admit such a thing. "I'm glad you're back."
Yukwon heard the small movement of Jiho shifting on their floor, sock-covered feet dulling the noise, but he focused his gaze instead on the loose threads of his jeans. It was enough for Jiho to be so close, to smell him in every small intake of breath, and Yukwon was consciously aware of every one of Jiho's actions, as though he were tuned specifically to Jiho. No one else. More than anything, he wished he could voice his own pleasure at having Jiho standing at the front of their line-up again, back straight and posture set, sure in all his doings; yet, Yukwon can find no words to say such because deep down he was more than a little angry that Jiho wasn't there. A selfish part of him needed for Jiho to always be there, as though he were a security blanket for the rest of them to cower beneath, but when Yukwon chanced a glance up, beneath his fringe, he could see Jiho's grin, peaceful and at ease with himself.
The selfish part of him quieted, and the bigger part of him, the piece of him that wanted Jiho to be healthy and happy again, settled into place. Yukwon patted Jiho's knee.
And Jiho looked directly at him as he spoke: "It's good to be back."
slight bbomb/kyung, slight jaehyo/kyung. 455 words. circa june.
"And the thing is, Jiho and I - we write about love all the fucking time, right?" Jaehyo makes this noise, soft and distracted, and Kyung isn't so sure Jaehyo's listening to him anymore, but the company's nice and Jaehyo's fingernails feel fucking great against his scalp; Kyung hums in contentment. "But I don't really know the first thing about love. How it's supposed to feel, you know."
Jaehyo has on some weird movie, one that Kyung would personally never watch, but it makes for good background noise, clears out the empty silence in the apartment, and breaks him free from all his own wandering thoughts. Jaehyo isn't really one of Kyung's friends so much as he is Jiho's, but Jiho isn't around and Yukwon is ignoring his calls. Jaehyo offers his fridge and doesn't mind that Kyung is stretched out over his thighs whining about his love life (or lack thereof) and lets him kick his feet up onto the couch (something Taeil might grill him for later, but he doesn't give a fuck right now), so Kyung thinks maybe Jaehyo's an okay guy in the end.
Kyung quiets, listens to the actors on the screen, and he's unsure of the plot because he's fucking confused at the moment. Maybe he'll ask to borrow it when he's done spilling his innermost feelings to Jaehyo. Maybe he'll laugh this whole thing off later, keep it to himself, make Jaehyo swear never to tell a soul. Maybe he'll forget what he's here for and go to sleep to Jaehyo's fingers combing through his hair, face pillowed in Jaehyo's lap, tracing the inseam of Jaehyo's jeans with his thumb. Or maybe he'll make a complete ass of himself because he's fairly good at that, too; he'll make Jaehyo feel like complete shit again; he'll wonder why he even bothered coming here because he and Jaehyo aren't friends at all - unlike he and Jiho or Yukwon or Jihoon even.
"I think I'm in love with hyung." He says it so surely, as though there is no other reason as to why he's moping in Jaehyo and Taeil's apartment.
Jaehyo's fingers still. "Taeil?" He sounds curious, amused, and Kyung wants to say forget it and stomp out of the apartment. Something keeps him around, though, and Kyung blames it on how relaxed he feels under Jaehyo's stilled touch.
"No." A pause, a breath, and this movie is stupid; he doesn't know why Jaehyo even wastes his time on this. The onscreen actor proclaims his love in a cheesy confession; it sounds like the lyrics to all his songs. "Minhyuk-hyung."
This time Jaehyo's touch falls away completely, and Kyung's insides feel like they're on display under Jaehyo's scrutiny.
"Oh."
jaehyo/kyung. 974 words. circa august.
"Can we- Can I."
Kyung struggles with his words, unsatisfied because everything is there in his throat anticipating to be said, yet here he is floundering in front of Jaehyo with his tongue tied. Jaehyo looks at him with this peculiar gaze, eyes black and brows knit in confusion and lips swollen larger than normal, dark from sloppy kisses, slick with too much saliva. Kyung sucks his bottom lip into his mouth because here he is with a gorgeous man (who's even kissing him for some strange reason beyond Kyung's grasp) and all Kyung can do is flap his hands about as though he were a bird and make odd gurgling noises. If Jaehyo still wants to sleep with him afterward, Kyung will chalk it up to Jaehyo being desperate; not that he should be, Kyung reasons, because Jaehyo could walk down the street and have numerous offers from a variety of people from the plain-looking to the modelesque. Jaehyo is just. Kyung's uncertain as to what word would be good enough to describe Jaehyo at the moment because Jaehyo's gone from confused to horny again and is currently sucking on his neck and -
"Wait. Wait," Kyung says.
Jaehyo groans and pulls away. "Kyung," he says - whines, really, but it sounds so fucking sexy, all low and rough; Kyung briefly ponders how it'd sound after he fucked into his mouth, possibly rawer, hoarser, throatier.
"Sorry," Kyung says, snapping out of his thoughts. His flailing hasn't done anything to his libido, though, because his cock is still hard and straining against his zipper; his cock probably hates him right now - if it possessed the power to hate, that is. His cock probably wishes Jaehyo'd fuck his mouth now, shut him up for a while, so they could continue. "Sorry."
"What is it?"
Kyung leans back; he feels small beneath Jaehyo's scrutiny. Jaehyo looks really pretty in his coral-colored sweater and white shorts, all set to date an equally nice-dressed boy - someone like Lee Miinhyuk, president of his fraternity, a dutiful volunteer to animal shelters with Lee Taeil, and current beer pong champion. Jaehyo's parents probably would rather Jaehyo date (and fuck) someone more like him; Kyung's nothing like Jaehyo. He draws away.
"Do you think Jiho'll bring us back something to eat?" Kyung asks. He tugs at the hem of his shirt, anxious to give his hands something to do because where they really want to be (where Kyung wants his hands to be) is inside Jaehyo's briefs. "I don't know 'bout you, but I'm fucking starving."
"Kyung-"
"Does Chinese sound good?"
Kyung darts off his bed as quick as he can; it's rather difficult because a) his bed sheets have been twisted around his right ankle, and b) it's hard to walk properly with a hard-on. He trips, remains awkwardly imbalanced for a few beats more than necessary (his cock is throbbing, and he wishes he weren't so turned on by how rumpled Jaehyo looks in his bed), and corrects his footing to reach for his cell phone.
"If you don't like Chinese, there's this pretty cool pizza place, like, two blocks away?" Kyung scrolls through his phone's contacts (all of seven people: mom, dad, Chan, Saehim, Jiho, Yukwon, and his lab partner from junior year of high school). He wonders if now would be an appropriate time to catch up with the ex-lab partner. Did his skin ever clear up because he'd really struggled with acne at the time; it must not have helped his self-esteem to have someone as gorgeous as the Park Kyung to partner up with in lab. "Idk, I could eat anything right now, but I'm not too fond of that new restaurant that opened up right off campus. Tastes like shit, but Kwon and Jiho like it alright; I guess we could always go there, but I'm warning you not to have their-"
"Kyung."
Oh, shit, when did Jaehyo get so close? Why the fuck are his hands so sweaty? He's usually pretty composed; he's had sex countless times (ok, well, he'd had one girlfriend who gave decent head and Jiho could get pretty friendly back in the day). But he really likes Jaehyo enough to not want to fuck this up. Except, not wanting to fuck up has caused him to fuck up even more, and now Jaehyo's going to laugh about this later with Minhyuk who will woo him with good beer and fantastic sex. Minhyuk's ass will be fucked by Jaehyo's cock, and that's not fair because Kyung hasn't even touched Jaehyo's cock yet.
Kyung falters under Jaehyo's stare. "Hi," he breathes, feeling like a loser. "Uh, I have ramyun, too, if you'd prefer that... and..."
Kyung feels Jaehyo's fingers slip against his neck, thumb to the underside of his jaw while his fingertips smooth down the baby hairs at his nape; it's nice, and Kyung leans into Jaehyo because of the feeling. His body relaxes, and Jaehyo smells really good; something of cologne that probably has a pretentious French name and of Kyung's laundry detergent and a bit of cinnamon. Then, Jaehyo kisses him, all nice and slow and a little tongue to the seam of his lips. Kyung inhales shakily, easing further into Jaehyo's hold, and he thinks if he breathes any harder then he'll be breathing in Jaehyo soon.
Kyung pulls away, just enough to give them a bit of breathing room (except Kyung just wants to kiss Jaehyo again and again, fuck oxygen, who needs that when you have Ahn Jaehyo), and says, "I guess ramyun's a no, then?"
Jaehyo laughs, and Kyung moans because one of Jaehyo's hands curls around his waist and the other drops between their hips, knuckles grazing Kyung's still very much interested cock. "I have something else in mind."
jaehyo/kyung. 303 words. circa august.
Kyung's drunk, well, no, not drunk. Jihoon, who has been giggling and flirting with his own reflection for the past twenty minutes, is drunk. Kyung's happily tipsy. Very happily tipsy.
And because he's both very tipsy and very happy, he tells Jaehyo, or rather promises Jaehyo: "Tomorrow, when I'm sober, I'll give you a lap dance."
Jaehyo, who should be drunk but apparently holds his alcohol well and looks the least likely to pass out anytime soon, quirks a brow at this statement. Kyung raises his own, both of them because Kyung's not very coordinated when he's happily tipsy.
"It'll be," he hiccups here and loses his train of thought. Minhyuk laughs at him from him place on the floor, empty bottle clutched to his chest as though protecting it from everyone else. Kyung tries to swat at Minhyuk, but as he's painfully far away, so Kyung only bats at the air. Oh, well, it's good enough. Jaehyo's still watching him, and Jaehyo's really pretty. Kyung decides that he'll co-own the title of visual with Jaehyo because Jaehyo's Jaehyo and Kyung's not certain as to how that's a reason but it is to him right now.
"It'll be a really fuckin' awesome lap dance." Kyung nods. "It'll. It'll make you-"
"-r penis happy!" Jiho yells from somewhere beneath a pile of hats.
Jaehyo snorts, and Kyung jabs him in the forehead with his finger. Right now he feels pretty good about himself. When he drinks, he's somehow taller than Jaehyo, but maybe Jaehyo's just short because he's sitting on the ground.
"Don't laugh. You'll regret it."
"Laughing or your lap dance?"
"Uh, laughing. yeah," Kyung says. He touches Jaehyo's hair because he always wants to touch Jaehyo's hair. It looks soft. Maybe if he petted him, Jaehyo wouldn't mind. "Anyway. Lap dance. Tomorrow."
these were written during various times throughout the summer, so my style flip-flops quite a bit here and there. I'm quite rusty, but I hope that you've found them enjoyable at least.
[eta] coming soon: a much overdue jaehyo/taeil/p.o fic for q, a jaehyo/zico for t, author commentary that's been collecting dust since december, and much more just in time for the october comeback :)