fic: phototaxis
title: phototaxis
fandom: beast
pairing: junhyung/yoseob; junhyung’s pov
genre: drama
rating: pg-13
word count: 366
notes: my first fic (drabble, really) Q__Q inspired by how intimate junseob are together!
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junhyung can’t keep his hands off yoseob.
he can’t stop constantly running his fingers through yoseob's soft hair, sliding his hand down the back of his neck to massage the nub of his spine. he can’t restrain himself from casually slipping an arm around his waist, in the middle of an interview or leaning against him in the van. he can’t stop touching his thighs, his hips, his face.
he finds himself thinking of him at the oddest moments. sequestered in the studio, listening again and again to the same song until it drills holes into his skull. his eyes blur for a moment, then refocus on his composition. he realizes that what he’s been scrawling across it for the past two hours are lyrics on the texture of yoseob’s skin. yoseob’s skin. smooth, so pale as to be almost translucent. alone in the studio, junhyung can feel that fragile skin brushing over his. he stands up abruptly, steadying himself on the chair, and dials a cab. it’s too fucking late for this.
sometimes he can’t bear to look directly at yoseob. he fears that if he glimpses him straight-on, the blinding brilliance simmering in yoseob’s skin will flare out and scorch him clean, will melt away his already-weak defenses. so instead he glances at yoseob from the corners of his eyes or slips behind him and angrily lowers his nose into the safety of the crook of his neck.
it bothers junhyung how much he craves him. he speculates that he'd freeze solid if he didn’t collect yoseob’s warmth this way, if he didn’t hoard and crumple it inside himself, yet he dreads the day he drains the man dry. junhyung stares at the mirror with this sudden realization while shaving one morning, curses, decides to distance himself from yoseob’s blaze. he lasts a week before he succumbs to the hurt, confused look in yoseob’s eyes and the dullness thudding in his own ribcage, desperately gathering him up in his arms and drawing him close. yoseob hums contentedly into his chest as junhyung clutches him, his relief filtering out in hoarse breaths.
he can no more abstain from yoseob than a moth can forgo the flame.
fandom: beast
pairing: junhyung/yoseob; junhyung’s pov
genre: drama
rating: pg-13
word count: 366
notes: my first fic (drabble, really) Q__Q inspired by how intimate junseob are together!
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junhyung can’t keep his hands off yoseob.
he can’t stop constantly running his fingers through yoseob's soft hair, sliding his hand down the back of his neck to massage the nub of his spine. he can’t restrain himself from casually slipping an arm around his waist, in the middle of an interview or leaning against him in the van. he can’t stop touching his thighs, his hips, his face.
he finds himself thinking of him at the oddest moments. sequestered in the studio, listening again and again to the same song until it drills holes into his skull. his eyes blur for a moment, then refocus on his composition. he realizes that what he’s been scrawling across it for the past two hours are lyrics on the texture of yoseob’s skin. yoseob’s skin. smooth, so pale as to be almost translucent. alone in the studio, junhyung can feel that fragile skin brushing over his. he stands up abruptly, steadying himself on the chair, and dials a cab. it’s too fucking late for this.
sometimes he can’t bear to look directly at yoseob. he fears that if he glimpses him straight-on, the blinding brilliance simmering in yoseob’s skin will flare out and scorch him clean, will melt away his already-weak defenses. so instead he glances at yoseob from the corners of his eyes or slips behind him and angrily lowers his nose into the safety of the crook of his neck.
it bothers junhyung how much he craves him. he speculates that he'd freeze solid if he didn’t collect yoseob’s warmth this way, if he didn’t hoard and crumple it inside himself, yet he dreads the day he drains the man dry. junhyung stares at the mirror with this sudden realization while shaving one morning, curses, decides to distance himself from yoseob’s blaze. he lasts a week before he succumbs to the hurt, confused look in yoseob’s eyes and the dullness thudding in his own ribcage, desperately gathering him up in his arms and drawing him close. yoseob hums contentedly into his chest as junhyung clutches him, his relief filtering out in hoarse breaths.
he can no more abstain from yoseob than a moth can forgo the flame.