Firework
Title: Firework
Rating: R
Pairing: Seungho & Junhyung
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2,110
Summary: Junhyung doesn't know how to read a calendar. This is for yanet09
Seungho frowns as a glass of water hits the door just after he’s opened it. Looking over towards Junhyung who stands with more around him on the coffee table. He sighs and picks up an umbrella from beside the coat rack holding it open.
“You’re an asshole!” The glass bounces off the umbrella, splashing water on his shoes then breaks on the floor. Seungho only nods as he does his best to remove his coat with one hand. It takes some major effort but he manages it.
“I can’t believe you! I fucking hate you! You don’t even care about me at all?” Seungho just keeps nodding as he steps out of his patent leather shoes. “You’re not even going to say anything, jerk?” Seungho loosens his black tie and unbuttons the top two buttons of his white dress shirt.
“Yang Seungho! Say something to me! You ditch the anniversary dinner I slave over and you can’t even say anything about it?” Junhyung picked up another glass. Seungho wrinkled his nose as he noted it was one of his favorite shot glasses. Junhyung had really searched the cupboards for any glass he could find.
“What month is it?” Junhyung was confused by the question and threw the glass. Seungho managed to catch it, no way was he losing that shot glass. A little water on his suit was nothing.
“Are you fucking stupid? That’s all you have to say?” Seungho rolled his eyes and pointed to the calendar. He managed to duck a mug as he moved closer to Junhyung. He’d have to explain to their room mate, Byunghee, why his double d’s mug was broken.
Seungho closed in on Junhyung just as he was gearing up for another strike. He dropped the umbrella and took hold of Junhyung’s arms, leaving the younger man to pour the water down on his own head. Junhyung glared as it flattened his black hair down to his forehead. Even with his eyes covered that way the expression was still strong.
Too bad that Seungho wasn’t so easily intimidated especially not by Junhyung. With one nudge of his knees against Junhyung’s they were toppling back onto the couch. Junhyung grunting from the sudden force of Seungho coming down on him.
“You didn’t rip February off the calendar, it’s March.” Junhyung’s glare began to soften, melting into a look of confusion as he stared up at Seungho.
“And we started dating in…”
“February.” A blush of embarrassment crossed Junhyung’s cheeks, he turned his head away as he noted Seungho’s grin. Wiggling his hands in an attempt to get free but Seungho’s grip remained.
“Hyung…”
“Oh now it’s hyung? Don’t you think you should try a little harder to make it up to me, huh?” Seungho moved to get up pulling Junhyung along by his still trapped wrists. “So something about slaving over the stove?”
“Yah, food is what you want? You didn’t do anything for me in February either!” Junhyung arched his body back, trying to make it harder for Seungho to drag him along but still found himself in the kitchen.
“What do you think that stupid trip out into the country was for? I remember someone saying, we need a vacation, somewhere we can be all alone…”
“What? That was shit! I got poison ivy on my ass and the mosquitoes ate me alive!” Junhyung huffed as Seungho shoved him down into a chair, holding his wrists still even as he slid into a chair across from him.
“How was I supposed to know that was a poison ivy bush? Besides you had fun while I was putting the calamine lotion on you. Such cute little purrs.” Junhyung’s eyes went wide and he tried to lean forward to bite Seungho but the other man moved back.
“I hate you.”
“Of course that’s why we’ve been together for three years right? Well at least for this last time.” Seungho moved his hands off Junhyung’s wrists to rub them together. “Now let’s see what you cooked for me.”
“Why should I let you eat? You still came home late. Where were you huh?” Seungho paid Junhyung very little mind as he was already pulling lids off the items on the table. Junhyung had really gone all out. The image of the other running from store to store in search of all Seungho’s favorites was an endearing one. He grinned as he picked up a pair of chopsticks but Junhyung caught his hand.
“Where is the cute little dongsaeng that followed me into the music room in high school?” He sighed wistfully but was inwardly grinning as Junhyung began to flush rosy again. “You remember? All bent over the piano bench, squealing all adorably and begging for more. Hyung… please… oh hyung.”
“Fine stuff your face!” Junhyung grabbed a handful of rice and shoved it into Seungho’s mouth. Seungho was always one upping Junhyung and this time was no different. He slid his tongue between fingers to get at grains of rice stuck there.
Junhyung shuddered and pulled his hand back, refusing to look straight on at Seungho but keeping him at the corner of his gaze. The older man made him feel so useless sometimes. That was the reason they had broken up so many times in the past.
Junhyung wasn’t even sure how they had made it to a third year this time. There were less distractions of course, Seungho had never been unfaithful to him and Junhyung for the most part had been the same. They just seemed to drift sometimes. More, Junhyung’s temper caused many problems. Seungho’s way of just handling things as they came annoyed him more than if the man were to get angry at him.
It didn’t really happen often and Junhyung saw that as he not mattering to the other man. He sighed and placed his elbow on the table, chin coming to rest on the raised hand as Seungho continued to eat.
“Had a meeting with one of the parents. They wanted to take me out to thank me for correcting their daughter’s tone deafness and see if I was married yet.” Junhyung raised a brow as Seungho chose to answer after filling his rice bowl for the third time. Seungho chuckled, he knew what that brow raise was asking.
“I told them pretty much and that my wife is a jealous bitch.” Junhyung huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “In nicer words of course.”
“Sometimes I really wonder why you stay around me. If you hate me so damn much just leave. I’ll get another renter in here, simple as that.” Junhyung stood up fast enough that he almost knocked his chair over. Stomping towards the bedroom he shared with Seungho and slamming the door shut behind him. Seungho shrugged his shoulders at the door. He didn’t try to make sense any more of what made Junhyung tick, the list was just too long.
Junhyung flopped onto the bed, only getting further irritated when Seungho didn’t chase after him right away. He rolled onto his side to face the piano they had forced into the bedroom. It took up one entire half of the room, the other half mostly occupied by the bed.
He slid off the bed to take a seat at the piano bench, running his fingers over the ivory keys. Pressing one to listen to the high sound it made. He was nowhere near as good as Seungho at playing, no one was. Seungho wasn’t known as a piano prodigy for nothing.
Junhyung had to wonder why Seungho had chosen to stay with him. He’d only been some snot nosed sixteen year old when he came around pretending he wanted piano lessons from Seungho. Even though he had made no effort whatsoever to even read the music notes Seungho had humored him.
They’d dated for a few months the first time before they broke up because Junhyung thought Seungho was cheating with another upper class student. Junhyung had gone back to Seungho sobbing about how much he missed him. It was another few months and again Junhyung broke up with him.
Every single time he went crawling back to Seungho and was accepted without even mention of the break up. Just right away gathered into Seungho’s arms. Seungho had even turned down going abroad with an orchestra for him. Yet Junhyung was still not satisfied.
“Did you want me to play for you?” Junhyung gasped in surprise as Seungho’s arms came under his own. Seungho slid onto the bench behind him, resting his chin on Junhyung’s shoulder, as his fingers began to dance on the keys.
Junhyung’s eyes slid shut as he leaned back into the older man. Just one note played by Seungho could make him melt. Even while nipping and kissing at Junhyung’s neck Seungho was still able to play the music. Junhyung bet he could do it with his eyes closed. He sighed as he turned his head a little, tongue passing over his own lips.
“I don’t understand you at all.”
“Do you really need to?” Seungho’s fingers slide away from the keys and onto Junhyung’s stomach. Rubbing at the bit of pudginess there, knowing how much Junhyung despises when he does that. He can’t help himself though, Junhyung’s belly is one of the things he likes about him.
“Why aren’t you mad at me?” Seungho nuzzles Junhyung’s neck and shrugs his shoulders. One hand sliding up under Junhyung’s white t-shirt.
“What am I supposed to be angry about? The tantrum over an anniversary that already passed? That was nothing, you avoided all my gadgets this time.” Junhyung shook his head, leaning to the side a little more to try and face Seungho.
“No. Mad about everything. Why do you stay with me?”
“Do I have to actually say it?” Seungho moved back a bit to meet Junhyung’s eyes but his fingers kept roaming up the younger man’s shirt.
“Yes.” Seungho sighs and stills his hand against Junhyung’s sternum. Sliding forward to press his chest against Junhyung’s back. Junhyung has always been a bit insecure, always needed someone to tell him that he’s worth more than he thinks. That’s why Seungho never faulted him for the times they were apart and the lovers Junhyung found during those times. He knew they were just people to waste time until Junhyung came back to him.
“Doesn’t three years already say it hm?” Junhyung hisses between his teeth as Seungho pinches one of his nipples and gives it a little twist.
“No, I want to hear it from you.” Junhyung moves his hands as if to push Seungho’s hands away but ends up just resting them against Seungho’s arm. Enjoying the feel of fingers gliding along his skin, blunt nails scraping against his rib cage.
“Words don’t mean anything.” Seungho is just not the type to express himself with his words. His actions do all the talking for him something Junhyung has yet to catch up to. He’s good with words, Junhyung knows how to say you piss me off but I love you so damn much.
Seungho knows how to say it too but Junhyung is never of mind to pay attention to the message. He’s always too focused on nibbles and tongue flicks against his skin. A hand in his pants working his cock and slick fingers at his entrance. Seungho’s body hovering over him on the bed.
He doesn’t see the way Seungho looks at him as he can only arch his back and stare at the ceiling. Gripping the head board above him as his legs wrap around Seungho’s waist. Junhyung doesn’t catch the I love you that comes with every snap of Seungho’s hips and the wrap of his arms around Junhyung’s body.
He doesn’t hear the tender way Seungho says his name over his own cries of the older man’s name. Junhyung falls asleep straight after so even misses the gentle way Seungho cleans his body with a damp hand towel. Seungho is sure eventually Junhyung realize nothing needs to be said between them; his love for Junhyung is obvious in the way he actually lets him cuddle with him while he sleeps.
Rating: R
Pairing: Seungho & Junhyung
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2,110
Summary: Junhyung doesn't know how to read a calendar. This is for yanet09
Seungho frowns as a glass of water hits the door just after he’s opened it. Looking over towards Junhyung who stands with more around him on the coffee table. He sighs and picks up an umbrella from beside the coat rack holding it open.
“You’re an asshole!” The glass bounces off the umbrella, splashing water on his shoes then breaks on the floor. Seungho only nods as he does his best to remove his coat with one hand. It takes some major effort but he manages it.
“I can’t believe you! I fucking hate you! You don’t even care about me at all?” Seungho just keeps nodding as he steps out of his patent leather shoes. “You’re not even going to say anything, jerk?” Seungho loosens his black tie and unbuttons the top two buttons of his white dress shirt.
“Yang Seungho! Say something to me! You ditch the anniversary dinner I slave over and you can’t even say anything about it?” Junhyung picked up another glass. Seungho wrinkled his nose as he noted it was one of his favorite shot glasses. Junhyung had really searched the cupboards for any glass he could find.
“What month is it?” Junhyung was confused by the question and threw the glass. Seungho managed to catch it, no way was he losing that shot glass. A little water on his suit was nothing.
“Are you fucking stupid? That’s all you have to say?” Seungho rolled his eyes and pointed to the calendar. He managed to duck a mug as he moved closer to Junhyung. He’d have to explain to their room mate, Byunghee, why his double d’s mug was broken.
Seungho closed in on Junhyung just as he was gearing up for another strike. He dropped the umbrella and took hold of Junhyung’s arms, leaving the younger man to pour the water down on his own head. Junhyung glared as it flattened his black hair down to his forehead. Even with his eyes covered that way the expression was still strong.
Too bad that Seungho wasn’t so easily intimidated especially not by Junhyung. With one nudge of his knees against Junhyung’s they were toppling back onto the couch. Junhyung grunting from the sudden force of Seungho coming down on him.
“You didn’t rip February off the calendar, it’s March.” Junhyung’s glare began to soften, melting into a look of confusion as he stared up at Seungho.
“And we started dating in…”
“February.” A blush of embarrassment crossed Junhyung’s cheeks, he turned his head away as he noted Seungho’s grin. Wiggling his hands in an attempt to get free but Seungho’s grip remained.
“Hyung…”
“Oh now it’s hyung? Don’t you think you should try a little harder to make it up to me, huh?” Seungho moved to get up pulling Junhyung along by his still trapped wrists. “So something about slaving over the stove?”
“Yah, food is what you want? You didn’t do anything for me in February either!” Junhyung arched his body back, trying to make it harder for Seungho to drag him along but still found himself in the kitchen.
“What do you think that stupid trip out into the country was for? I remember someone saying, we need a vacation, somewhere we can be all alone…”
“What? That was shit! I got poison ivy on my ass and the mosquitoes ate me alive!” Junhyung huffed as Seungho shoved him down into a chair, holding his wrists still even as he slid into a chair across from him.
“How was I supposed to know that was a poison ivy bush? Besides you had fun while I was putting the calamine lotion on you. Such cute little purrs.” Junhyung’s eyes went wide and he tried to lean forward to bite Seungho but the other man moved back.
“I hate you.”
“Of course that’s why we’ve been together for three years right? Well at least for this last time.” Seungho moved his hands off Junhyung’s wrists to rub them together. “Now let’s see what you cooked for me.”
“Why should I let you eat? You still came home late. Where were you huh?” Seungho paid Junhyung very little mind as he was already pulling lids off the items on the table. Junhyung had really gone all out. The image of the other running from store to store in search of all Seungho’s favorites was an endearing one. He grinned as he picked up a pair of chopsticks but Junhyung caught his hand.
“Where is the cute little dongsaeng that followed me into the music room in high school?” He sighed wistfully but was inwardly grinning as Junhyung began to flush rosy again. “You remember? All bent over the piano bench, squealing all adorably and begging for more. Hyung… please… oh hyung.”
“Fine stuff your face!” Junhyung grabbed a handful of rice and shoved it into Seungho’s mouth. Seungho was always one upping Junhyung and this time was no different. He slid his tongue between fingers to get at grains of rice stuck there.
Junhyung shuddered and pulled his hand back, refusing to look straight on at Seungho but keeping him at the corner of his gaze. The older man made him feel so useless sometimes. That was the reason they had broken up so many times in the past.
Junhyung wasn’t even sure how they had made it to a third year this time. There were less distractions of course, Seungho had never been unfaithful to him and Junhyung for the most part had been the same. They just seemed to drift sometimes. More, Junhyung’s temper caused many problems. Seungho’s way of just handling things as they came annoyed him more than if the man were to get angry at him.
It didn’t really happen often and Junhyung saw that as he not mattering to the other man. He sighed and placed his elbow on the table, chin coming to rest on the raised hand as Seungho continued to eat.
“Had a meeting with one of the parents. They wanted to take me out to thank me for correcting their daughter’s tone deafness and see if I was married yet.” Junhyung raised a brow as Seungho chose to answer after filling his rice bowl for the third time. Seungho chuckled, he knew what that brow raise was asking.
“I told them pretty much and that my wife is a jealous bitch.” Junhyung huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “In nicer words of course.”
“Sometimes I really wonder why you stay around me. If you hate me so damn much just leave. I’ll get another renter in here, simple as that.” Junhyung stood up fast enough that he almost knocked his chair over. Stomping towards the bedroom he shared with Seungho and slamming the door shut behind him. Seungho shrugged his shoulders at the door. He didn’t try to make sense any more of what made Junhyung tick, the list was just too long.
Junhyung flopped onto the bed, only getting further irritated when Seungho didn’t chase after him right away. He rolled onto his side to face the piano they had forced into the bedroom. It took up one entire half of the room, the other half mostly occupied by the bed.
He slid off the bed to take a seat at the piano bench, running his fingers over the ivory keys. Pressing one to listen to the high sound it made. He was nowhere near as good as Seungho at playing, no one was. Seungho wasn’t known as a piano prodigy for nothing.
Junhyung had to wonder why Seungho had chosen to stay with him. He’d only been some snot nosed sixteen year old when he came around pretending he wanted piano lessons from Seungho. Even though he had made no effort whatsoever to even read the music notes Seungho had humored him.
They’d dated for a few months the first time before they broke up because Junhyung thought Seungho was cheating with another upper class student. Junhyung had gone back to Seungho sobbing about how much he missed him. It was another few months and again Junhyung broke up with him.
Every single time he went crawling back to Seungho and was accepted without even mention of the break up. Just right away gathered into Seungho’s arms. Seungho had even turned down going abroad with an orchestra for him. Yet Junhyung was still not satisfied.
“Did you want me to play for you?” Junhyung gasped in surprise as Seungho’s arms came under his own. Seungho slid onto the bench behind him, resting his chin on Junhyung’s shoulder, as his fingers began to dance on the keys.
Junhyung’s eyes slid shut as he leaned back into the older man. Just one note played by Seungho could make him melt. Even while nipping and kissing at Junhyung’s neck Seungho was still able to play the music. Junhyung bet he could do it with his eyes closed. He sighed as he turned his head a little, tongue passing over his own lips.
“I don’t understand you at all.”
“Do you really need to?” Seungho’s fingers slide away from the keys and onto Junhyung’s stomach. Rubbing at the bit of pudginess there, knowing how much Junhyung despises when he does that. He can’t help himself though, Junhyung’s belly is one of the things he likes about him.
“Why aren’t you mad at me?” Seungho nuzzles Junhyung’s neck and shrugs his shoulders. One hand sliding up under Junhyung’s white t-shirt.
“What am I supposed to be angry about? The tantrum over an anniversary that already passed? That was nothing, you avoided all my gadgets this time.” Junhyung shook his head, leaning to the side a little more to try and face Seungho.
“No. Mad about everything. Why do you stay with me?”
“Do I have to actually say it?” Seungho moved back a bit to meet Junhyung’s eyes but his fingers kept roaming up the younger man’s shirt.
“Yes.” Seungho sighs and stills his hand against Junhyung’s sternum. Sliding forward to press his chest against Junhyung’s back. Junhyung has always been a bit insecure, always needed someone to tell him that he’s worth more than he thinks. That’s why Seungho never faulted him for the times they were apart and the lovers Junhyung found during those times. He knew they were just people to waste time until Junhyung came back to him.
“Doesn’t three years already say it hm?” Junhyung hisses between his teeth as Seungho pinches one of his nipples and gives it a little twist.
“No, I want to hear it from you.” Junhyung moves his hands as if to push Seungho’s hands away but ends up just resting them against Seungho’s arm. Enjoying the feel of fingers gliding along his skin, blunt nails scraping against his rib cage.
“Words don’t mean anything.” Seungho is just not the type to express himself with his words. His actions do all the talking for him something Junhyung has yet to catch up to. He’s good with words, Junhyung knows how to say you piss me off but I love you so damn much.
Seungho knows how to say it too but Junhyung is never of mind to pay attention to the message. He’s always too focused on nibbles and tongue flicks against his skin. A hand in his pants working his cock and slick fingers at his entrance. Seungho’s body hovering over him on the bed.
He doesn’t see the way Seungho looks at him as he can only arch his back and stare at the ceiling. Gripping the head board above him as his legs wrap around Seungho’s waist. Junhyung doesn’t catch the I love you that comes with every snap of Seungho’s hips and the wrap of his arms around Junhyung’s body.
He doesn’t hear the tender way Seungho says his name over his own cries of the older man’s name. Junhyung falls asleep straight after so even misses the gentle way Seungho cleans his body with a damp hand towel. Seungho is sure eventually Junhyung realize nothing needs to be said between them; his love for Junhyung is obvious in the way he actually lets him cuddle with him while he sleeps.