[B.A.P; daehyun/youngjae] drabble
title: china doll
pairing: daehyun/youngjae
rating: pg-13
444w.
a/n: this is me studying okay. a quick drabble inspired by exollent's drabble and our lil convo haha. i hope you don't mind! title from lana del rey's song:bb
"that's bad for your liver." youngjae speaks, leaning against the wall with arms folded. the night air is chilly and he curses mentally for not listening to himchan's advice about the jacket (about getting sick since it's kinda cold; about sore throats and runny noses and fever).
daehyun answers him with a snort but what he really means is 'oh please, as if you don't come up here to steal a few swigs from the bottle you've got hidden away when the manager's not looking'. he's got his back to youngjae, the lines of his skinny form under the thin sweater obvious and making youngjae's fingers itch to trace silly, disoriented patterns all over tan skin and nonexistent muscles.
"you plan to stand there for the rest of the night?" daehyun's voice is deep and full as he turns to lock eyes with youngjae. there's a burn from the alcohol in his stare that makes the younger boy squirm in hesitance, resistance, but most of all in eager want. a smirk from daehyun and youngjae spares a few uncertain glances to his left and right before crossing the space between them, hands balled up into fists.
"oh god, how much have you had?" youngjae crinkles his nose and it's not really a question as he makes himself comfortable, sitting down next to the older boy, shoulders bumping into each other.
"enough." daehyun murmurs, the word swallowed up by a sleepy smile. for youngjae, it seems like they're closer to heaven like this, huddled up together on the roof in the middle of the night, when the wind's stronger. if he puts enough imagination into it, he can almost see the two of them caught by the wind and flying across the sky of seoul.
the smell of the alcohol gets stronger when daehyun puts down the bottle in his hand and turns to youngjae, shrinking inches between them. their noses bump into each other as daehyun curls a hand around the back of youngjae's neck and pulls him closer, closer, closer.
youngjae cannot resist it because daehyun's lips are like clouds the black sky is missing tonight; soft against his own but so hard to grasp a hold of and always ready to escape at any minute. the taste of the alcohol is like fuel to his desire hidden away from curious eyes, and youngjae's hands find their way to daehyun's messy hair, fingers tangling and untangling in ash blonde strands.
and when the darkness gives way to stray sunlight, the two of them are already gone. emptied bottles are disposed but the bruises on youngjae's inner thighs are unerasable stains of their white-hot moments.
pairing: daehyun/youngjae
rating: pg-13
444w.
a/n: this is me studying okay. a quick drabble inspired by exollent's drabble and our lil convo haha. i hope you don't mind! title from lana del rey's song:bb
"that's bad for your liver." youngjae speaks, leaning against the wall with arms folded. the night air is chilly and he curses mentally for not listening to himchan's advice about the jacket (about getting sick since it's kinda cold; about sore throats and runny noses and fever).
daehyun answers him with a snort but what he really means is 'oh please, as if you don't come up here to steal a few swigs from the bottle you've got hidden away when the manager's not looking'. he's got his back to youngjae, the lines of his skinny form under the thin sweater obvious and making youngjae's fingers itch to trace silly, disoriented patterns all over tan skin and nonexistent muscles.
"you plan to stand there for the rest of the night?" daehyun's voice is deep and full as he turns to lock eyes with youngjae. there's a burn from the alcohol in his stare that makes the younger boy squirm in hesitance, resistance, but most of all in eager want. a smirk from daehyun and youngjae spares a few uncertain glances to his left and right before crossing the space between them, hands balled up into fists.
"oh god, how much have you had?" youngjae crinkles his nose and it's not really a question as he makes himself comfortable, sitting down next to the older boy, shoulders bumping into each other.
"enough." daehyun murmurs, the word swallowed up by a sleepy smile. for youngjae, it seems like they're closer to heaven like this, huddled up together on the roof in the middle of the night, when the wind's stronger. if he puts enough imagination into it, he can almost see the two of them caught by the wind and flying across the sky of seoul.
the smell of the alcohol gets stronger when daehyun puts down the bottle in his hand and turns to youngjae, shrinking inches between them. their noses bump into each other as daehyun curls a hand around the back of youngjae's neck and pulls him closer, closer, closer.
youngjae cannot resist it because daehyun's lips are like clouds the black sky is missing tonight; soft against his own but so hard to grasp a hold of and always ready to escape at any minute. the taste of the alcohol is like fuel to his desire hidden away from curious eyes, and youngjae's hands find their way to daehyun's messy hair, fingers tangling and untangling in ash blonde strands.
and when the darkness gives way to stray sunlight, the two of them are already gone. emptied bottles are disposed but the bruises on youngjae's inner thighs are unerasable stains of their white-hot moments.