anything you can do, i can do better // junhwe
Because there's no one more stimulating than Goo Junhwe.
Rating: R.
Warning: Selfcest, crack. Technically underage.
Pairing: Junhwe/Junhwe.
Length: ~1200.
It’s no secret that Goo Junhwe has a lot of confidence for a seventeen-year-old boy. While his peers are busy sticking plasters over their pimples and wishing girls would notice their existence, Junhwe has his pimples broadcast globally while girls band together to take high-definition photos of them for fansites. He’s taller than all of the other members, and he has a voice like his balls dropped when he was twelve. And he hasn’t even debuted yet. Goo Junhwe has a hell of a lot to be confident about, especially now that he’s finally a confirmed member of iKON.
“GOO JUNHWE!” Hanbin squawks from down the hallway.
Junhwe punches the nearest wall with his free hand. “WHAT?” he hollers back.
Silence. Fucking typical. Sometimes, he swears Hanbin just likes screaming people’s names down hallways to remind them that he exists and controls how often they get to be in the centre of the stage.
Junhwe exhales through his nose and continues what he was doing. Which was having a proper wank. One downside to all the cameras trailing him all the time, as well as the frankly excessive number of teenage boys he has to live with, is that he never gets any, you know, alone time.
He clears his throat and shakes his fringe out of his eyes, focusing on the way his hand looks around his cock in the mirror. His hands are pretty big, but fortunately, so is his dick. He observes it with some pride. It’s a nice dick, Junhwe thinks. He pumps it a couple of times and moans lowly at the sight. It’s a really nice dick. His eyes move up his body, noting with satisfaction that the extra time he’s put towards strengthening his body has resulted in some excellent muscle definition. He’s not exactly at the same level as his hyungs, but he figures that if he got any more buff, the fangirls wouldn’t be able to handle it. His hair is in his eyes again, and he frowns, lifting his hand to fix his fringe.
“Better.”
Junhwe’s brow creases. Did I say that? He shakes his head, confused, and returns to his cock. He hasn’t got much time. The other members are constantly busting in on him in the bathroom, especially Jiwon, who seems to have no conception of ‘privacy’ or ‘personal space’ or ‘get the fuck away from me, I’m trying to rub one out before someone needs to take a dump in this bathroom and this is the only one with a mirror large enough to see all of my precious self so why don’t you go and grind yourself against Jinhwan-hyung like you know you want to, you clingy fuckmonkey’.
“JUNHWE!”
It’s Hanbin again. This time, Junhwe doesn’t even bother to dignify him with a response.
“Junhwe! Junhwe!” he mutters mockingly to himself. He eyes himself in the mirror. “Junhwe!” he says again. His cock twitches in his hand. “June June June June June June,” he pants, his hand fisting up and down his dick faster and faster as he chants his own name under his breath. “JUNEJUNEJUNEJUNEJUNE-” Damn it. His hair is in his eyes again. He’s raising a hand to fix his fringe when suddenly, a very familiar hand shoots out and does it for him.
“Need a hand?”
Junhwe almost falls over in shock, cock still in hand.
“What the fuck is this?!”
“Helping you out.”
Goo Junhwe looks at his own reflection, which is no longer his reflection, since it’s acting autonomously and now has a hand on his dick and-god, someone else has a hand on his dick but it’s technically still his hand and, oh god, oh god.
“I need to sit down.”
“But then you won’t be able to see me in all my glory,” Mirror Junhwe smirks.
“Give me a fucking minute,” Junhwe snaps. “Right.” He straightens up, and stares down his body double. “What kind of sick joke is this? Where did you come from? Why are you-me???”
Mirror Junhwe shrugs. “Don’t you want to deal with that first?” He points at Junhwe’s dick, which is still swollen and hard against his stomach. “You like this, don’t you?”
Junhwe snorts. “Like what?”
“Like seeing yourself like this.” Mirror Junhwe reaches out and pokes his cock. “You like looking at yourself.”
“Don’t-don’t touch me! That’s weird.” Junhwe slaps away Mirror Junhwe’s hand, but starts moving his own again. It’s undeniably strange, seeing himself in the flesh; the angles are all different. He’s looking at himself as if he’s someone else, except that it’s him, and he can see his cock and his lips and-actually, it’s kind of hot, because he’s kind of hot (obviously), and Junhwe finds himself growing increasingly aroused as he watches himself watching himself jack off.
“Since you’re here, though,” Junhwe says, clearing his throat. He decides not to dwell on the ridiculousness of the situation, and instead make the most of it. “You should like. Suck me off or something. That would be kind of hot.”
“What the heck?” Mirror Junhwe crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Like hell. Why should I? You’re not the boss of me. You can suck me off.”
“Hey! I’m an adult,” Junhwe insists. “And-and, technically, I was around first, so that makes me older than you. You should be listening to me.”
Mirror Junhwe rolls his eyes and pulls out his own dick. “I don’t listen to anybody.”
“Fine!”
“Fine!”
They both silently jerk their respective erections opposite one another, staring stonily at each other’s eerily familiar features until a similarly familiar pressure begins to build.
“Fuck-” Junhwe says, squeezing his eyes shut as he comes all over his hand.
“Unajsdnfmdgngnrgagghgrhhh,” Mirror Junhwe echoes, and comes all over Junhwe.
“What the fuck was that for?” Junhwe shouts, whacking himself across the head. “You jizzed all over my clothes! That is so gross! Was that really necessary?”
Mirror Junhwe smiles mysteriously.
“JUNHWE!” This time, Hanbin’s voice is coming from right outside the locked door. “GOO JUNHWE!”
“WHAT?” both Junhwes roar. They turn to glare at one another.
“Shut up,” Junhwe says under his breath. “He might hear you.”
“JUNHWE!” Hanbin says again.
“I’m right here,” Junhwe calls through the door, exasperated. “Just tell me what you want.”
Silence, again.
Junhwe almost cries in frustration, but he’s probably worked his vocal chords enough in the past hour, and besides, Goo Junhwe doesn’t cry. Much.
He turns back to the mirror and fixes his fringe with his unsoiled hand. Sure, it’s nice to use both hands when he’s masturbating, but it’s equally nice to maintain a perfect reflection. You have to make sure you have something stimulating to look at, after all. He smirks at himself, satisfied. His fringe is perfect again. That’s much-
“Better.”
Junhwe turns around.
There’s no one else in the room.
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a/n: spawned on twitter after watching my favourite little underage shit fix his fringe one too many times. title credit to sasireun, who has a lot to be proud of/responsible for, e.g. ruining my life.
Rating: R.
Warning: Selfcest, crack. Technically underage.
Pairing: Junhwe/Junhwe.
Length: ~1200.
It’s no secret that Goo Junhwe has a lot of confidence for a seventeen-year-old boy. While his peers are busy sticking plasters over their pimples and wishing girls would notice their existence, Junhwe has his pimples broadcast globally while girls band together to take high-definition photos of them for fansites. He’s taller than all of the other members, and he has a voice like his balls dropped when he was twelve. And he hasn’t even debuted yet. Goo Junhwe has a hell of a lot to be confident about, especially now that he’s finally a confirmed member of iKON.
“GOO JUNHWE!” Hanbin squawks from down the hallway.
Junhwe punches the nearest wall with his free hand. “WHAT?” he hollers back.
Silence. Fucking typical. Sometimes, he swears Hanbin just likes screaming people’s names down hallways to remind them that he exists and controls how often they get to be in the centre of the stage.
Junhwe exhales through his nose and continues what he was doing. Which was having a proper wank. One downside to all the cameras trailing him all the time, as well as the frankly excessive number of teenage boys he has to live with, is that he never gets any, you know, alone time.
He clears his throat and shakes his fringe out of his eyes, focusing on the way his hand looks around his cock in the mirror. His hands are pretty big, but fortunately, so is his dick. He observes it with some pride. It’s a nice dick, Junhwe thinks. He pumps it a couple of times and moans lowly at the sight. It’s a really nice dick. His eyes move up his body, noting with satisfaction that the extra time he’s put towards strengthening his body has resulted in some excellent muscle definition. He’s not exactly at the same level as his hyungs, but he figures that if he got any more buff, the fangirls wouldn’t be able to handle it. His hair is in his eyes again, and he frowns, lifting his hand to fix his fringe.
“Better.”
Junhwe’s brow creases. Did I say that? He shakes his head, confused, and returns to his cock. He hasn’t got much time. The other members are constantly busting in on him in the bathroom, especially Jiwon, who seems to have no conception of ‘privacy’ or ‘personal space’ or ‘get the fuck away from me, I’m trying to rub one out before someone needs to take a dump in this bathroom and this is the only one with a mirror large enough to see all of my precious self so why don’t you go and grind yourself against Jinhwan-hyung like you know you want to, you clingy fuckmonkey’.
“JUNHWE!”
It’s Hanbin again. This time, Junhwe doesn’t even bother to dignify him with a response.
“Junhwe! Junhwe!” he mutters mockingly to himself. He eyes himself in the mirror. “Junhwe!” he says again. His cock twitches in his hand. “June June June June June June,” he pants, his hand fisting up and down his dick faster and faster as he chants his own name under his breath. “JUNEJUNEJUNEJUNEJUNE-” Damn it. His hair is in his eyes again. He’s raising a hand to fix his fringe when suddenly, a very familiar hand shoots out and does it for him.
“Need a hand?”
Junhwe almost falls over in shock, cock still in hand.
“What the fuck is this?!”
“Helping you out.”
Goo Junhwe looks at his own reflection, which is no longer his reflection, since it’s acting autonomously and now has a hand on his dick and-god, someone else has a hand on his dick but it’s technically still his hand and, oh god, oh god.
“I need to sit down.”
“But then you won’t be able to see me in all my glory,” Mirror Junhwe smirks.
“Give me a fucking minute,” Junhwe snaps. “Right.” He straightens up, and stares down his body double. “What kind of sick joke is this? Where did you come from? Why are you-me???”
Mirror Junhwe shrugs. “Don’t you want to deal with that first?” He points at Junhwe’s dick, which is still swollen and hard against his stomach. “You like this, don’t you?”
Junhwe snorts. “Like what?”
“Like seeing yourself like this.” Mirror Junhwe reaches out and pokes his cock. “You like looking at yourself.”
“Don’t-don’t touch me! That’s weird.” Junhwe slaps away Mirror Junhwe’s hand, but starts moving his own again. It’s undeniably strange, seeing himself in the flesh; the angles are all different. He’s looking at himself as if he’s someone else, except that it’s him, and he can see his cock and his lips and-actually, it’s kind of hot, because he’s kind of hot (obviously), and Junhwe finds himself growing increasingly aroused as he watches himself watching himself jack off.
“Since you’re here, though,” Junhwe says, clearing his throat. He decides not to dwell on the ridiculousness of the situation, and instead make the most of it. “You should like. Suck me off or something. That would be kind of hot.”
“What the heck?” Mirror Junhwe crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Like hell. Why should I? You’re not the boss of me. You can suck me off.”
“Hey! I’m an adult,” Junhwe insists. “And-and, technically, I was around first, so that makes me older than you. You should be listening to me.”
Mirror Junhwe rolls his eyes and pulls out his own dick. “I don’t listen to anybody.”
“Fine!”
“Fine!”
They both silently jerk their respective erections opposite one another, staring stonily at each other’s eerily familiar features until a similarly familiar pressure begins to build.
“Fuck-” Junhwe says, squeezing his eyes shut as he comes all over his hand.
“Unajsdnfmdgngnrgagghgrhhh,” Mirror Junhwe echoes, and comes all over Junhwe.
“What the fuck was that for?” Junhwe shouts, whacking himself across the head. “You jizzed all over my clothes! That is so gross! Was that really necessary?”
Mirror Junhwe smiles mysteriously.
“JUNHWE!” This time, Hanbin’s voice is coming from right outside the locked door. “GOO JUNHWE!”
“WHAT?” both Junhwes roar. They turn to glare at one another.
“Shut up,” Junhwe says under his breath. “He might hear you.”
“JUNHWE!” Hanbin says again.
“I’m right here,” Junhwe calls through the door, exasperated. “Just tell me what you want.”
Silence, again.
Junhwe almost cries in frustration, but he’s probably worked his vocal chords enough in the past hour, and besides, Goo Junhwe doesn’t cry. Much.
He turns back to the mirror and fixes his fringe with his unsoiled hand. Sure, it’s nice to use both hands when he’s masturbating, but it’s equally nice to maintain a perfect reflection. You have to make sure you have something stimulating to look at, after all. He smirks at himself, satisfied. His fringe is perfect again. That’s much-
“Better.”
Junhwe turns around.
There’s no one else in the room.
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a/n: spawned on twitter after watching my favourite little underage shit fix his fringe one too many times. title credit to sasireun, who has a lot to be proud of/responsible for, e.g. ruining my life.