[fic] up down blue red
up down blue red
pg13 - doojoon/yoseob
246ws
"You're not trying very hard." Doojoon gives him a pointed look, and Yoseob smiles back at him.
"I wasn't trying to try."
Yoseob has a way of twisting words and meaning until Doojoon can't tell up from down or blue from red, even when he's staring at the sky.
"Why so concerned, hyung?" Yoseob only calls him hyung when he wants something, or when he wants to be cute, or when he thinks that Doojoon's being stupid and silly and ridiculous, all at once. "They're just going to eat up every little thing that we do." He reaches out, pretends that he's fixing Doojoon's shirt, when they both know he's just doing it for the brief slide of his fingers against skin.
"But you don't have to make it so obvious." Doojoon wonders when he settled so firmly into the role of responsible leader.
Yoseob just smiles brighter, leans in and presses a kiss to Doojoon's mouth, soft and chaste and filled with all kinds of promises for the coming days. "You're the one that fed me."
It's logic Doojoon can't fight against, so he doesn't try. He hooks a finger into one of Yoseob's belt loops and pulls him close, lets out his long-suffering sigh again blond hair. "Why do I put up with you?"
Yoseob's grin can be felt against the crook of his neck. "If you have to ask that, then I must not be doing something right. I'll try to fix that tonight."
pg13 - doojoon/yoseob
246ws
"You're not trying very hard." Doojoon gives him a pointed look, and Yoseob smiles back at him.
"I wasn't trying to try."
Yoseob has a way of twisting words and meaning until Doojoon can't tell up from down or blue from red, even when he's staring at the sky.
"Why so concerned, hyung?" Yoseob only calls him hyung when he wants something, or when he wants to be cute, or when he thinks that Doojoon's being stupid and silly and ridiculous, all at once. "They're just going to eat up every little thing that we do." He reaches out, pretends that he's fixing Doojoon's shirt, when they both know he's just doing it for the brief slide of his fingers against skin.
"But you don't have to make it so obvious." Doojoon wonders when he settled so firmly into the role of responsible leader.
Yoseob just smiles brighter, leans in and presses a kiss to Doojoon's mouth, soft and chaste and filled with all kinds of promises for the coming days. "You're the one that fed me."
It's logic Doojoon can't fight against, so he doesn't try. He hooks a finger into one of Yoseob's belt loops and pulls him close, lets out his long-suffering sigh again blond hair. "Why do I put up with you?"
Yoseob's grin can be felt against the crook of his neck. "If you have to ask that, then I must not be doing something right. I'll try to fix that tonight."