in days gone by ; 1/1
Title: In Days Gone By
Pairing: Barom/Hyunil
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff
W/C: 1.7k
Summary: When it comes to memorable days, today definitely takes first place.
혹시라도 너와 나의 사이가
정말 어색해져 멀어질까봐?
what if our relationship gets really awkward,
and we grow far apart?
When it comes to memorable days, today wouldn’t even fall into Barom’s top one hundred. It’s much the same as every other day since their debut - wake up, eat breakfast, hit the gym, come back to the studio to practice choreography. It’s so routine that he’ll probably forget today’s events as soon as he wakes up tomorrow.
He firmly believes this as they run through choreography for the umpteenth time that night. He’s mouthing the words to his rap (because it’s late and he’s tired and just wants to sleep). He has a handful of Hyunil’s shirt, face incredibly close to the younger boy’s, when something happens. Minwoo loses his balance, and the hand he has placed on Barom’s arm pushes him forward. Like the next block in a set of dominoes, Barom stumbles, his face knocking into Hyunil’s. Their noses bump together uncomfortably, and some malevolent force of gravity brings their lips together.
Though the whole display lasts barely a few seconds, it feels longer because he and Hyunil basically just kissed. It’s actually kind of funny - and the rest of the group agrees with him, judging by their laughter. He’s about to make a joke about it to Hyunil but stops short. Hyunil’s just sort of... staring at him. He’s looking at him, biting his lip, and okay, Barom can’t even read what the expression is supposed to mean.
“Alright,” he says slowly, turning to address the rest of the group. “We’re going to run through choreo again, hopefully without the face collision this time, yeah?” He glances at Minwoo when he says this, who just smirks. Asshole. “Kangjun, can you go reset the song?”
Hyunil’s ignoring him. He sits as far away from him as he can in the van. At interviews, he stands near Kangjun instead. He even starts taking his showers earlier so he doesn’t have to run into Barom. That, Barom thinks, is ridiculous. He doesn’t even know why Hyunil is ignoring him. Obviously it has to do with that dance practice, but no matter how many times Barom thinks about it, he can’t seem to find a reason for the younger boy to be pissed off at him.
This whole cold shoulder thing is driving him up a wall, which is exactly why he decides that today is the day he ends it. Somehow Hyunil had gotten Minwoo to switch shower times with him - they have this sort of “shower hierarchy” to attempt to keep things orderly in the dorm - so Barom ambushes him as soon as he’s done washing up.
The timing is perfect. He goes to knock on the door as soon Hyunil opens it.
Everything else, though? Not so stellar. Hyunil’s standing in front of him with nothing but a towel tied around his waist. A few drops of water still cling to the skin of his torso, and Barom’s lost his entire train of thought. Maybe he should have rehearsed what he was going to say or something. It’s not really his style, and it’s not like “hey man what the hell is your problem” needs to be practiced in front of a mirror, but maybe it would have helped. Or not. Barom doesn’t think he can trust himself to form any coherent words. Has Ray always been so built?
Hyunil stares up at him, doe eyed. “I was just-”
“I just need to brush my teeth.” Barom half heartedly points somewhere behind the other boy.
“-leaving,” Hyunil finishes, scuffling past him into his bedroom.
So much for that idea.
The next day they find themselves with a few hours of free time. Barom uses that time to go out to lunch with Minwoo, something they haven’t been able to do as often now that they’ve debuted. They’re sitting in the very back corner of a little mom and pop diner when Minwoo asks, “What’s up with you and Hyunil?”
Barom groans. “I don’t even know.”
“Are you sure you didn’t do anything? Hyung, you can get kind of childish sometimes.”
He rolls his eyes. “Believe me,” he says, between bites of his burger. “If I knew what I did wrong, I’d apologize, but he’s just acting weird for no reason.”
“Well, whatever it is,” Minwoo says, pausing for a minute to take a sip of his drink, “it needs to stop. It’s showing on camera. I was reading some of the fan boards last night, and they’re starting to catch on.”
“But-”
Minwoo shakes his head, cutting him off. “Get your shit together, hyung.” He punctuates the command with a little laugh, and Barom finds it hard to be even the slightest bit annoyed at him.
He knows that fixing things is easier said than done, though.
A week and a half after the dance practice, and they’re still avoiding each other like the plague. A week and a half later, and this has gone on for far too long. It’s gotten redundant now, and Barom knows Minwoo is right. Things can’t stay like this. Hyunil may still be eighteen, but Barom’s a grown ass man. There’s no reason he can’t just walk up to Hyunil and demand that they talk things through. With newfound courage - though it’s probably more like a lapse of judgement due to sleep deprivation - he seeks the boy out.
He finds him, predictably, in the living room of their dorm, trying to kick Jaejun’s ass at some videogame. “Ray,” he says, standing awkwardly at the edge of the room, “c’mere a sec.”
Hyunil peers up at him, unsure. Having momentarily forgotten about his game, Jaejun throws his arms up in victory. “I won! Hey, thanks for distracting him, hyung!”
Hyunil mumbles something about Jaejun only being able to win by cheating before tossing the controller into Taemin’s lap. Hands in his pockets, he follows Barom down the hallway, and into his bedroom.
Barom kicks the door closed behind them, and sits down on the bottom bunk, patting the spot next to him. “We can’t keep doing this ignoring each other thing, you know.”
Reluctantly, Hyunil sits down next to him, his legs criss crossed. “I don’t know, it’s working pretty great for me.”
“Can you just tell me what this is about?” Barom looks at him, and the other boy is staring into his lap. “Is it about that practice? Because I really don’t understand what the big deal is. It’s not like that was a legitimate kiss or anything, so-”
“That,” Hyunil exclaims, finally looking back at the older boy, “is exactly why it’s a problem!”
“I...I’m not following,” Barom says, his eyebrows knitting together.
Hyunil bites his lip. “It’s a problem because that was my first kiss and it wasn’t even real, or special or anything a first kiss is supposed to be, and it was with you, and you don’t understand how much I-” He stops abruptly. Whether for air - because he said all of that in one breath, holy shit - or out of embarrassment, Barom isn’t sure.
“You’re joking.” And okay, Barom regrets that as soon as it leaves his mouth.
“I know it’s stupid,” Ray says, standing up, “but if you’re going to be an asshole about it, I’m just going to leave.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just...” It’s just that he’s having such a hard time believing that Hyunil’s never been kissed. He's the nicest person Barom’s met, and dear god, he’d be lying if he said he never noticed how Ray’s sort-of-kind-of really beautiful. He reaches out, grabbing Hyunil’s wrist and pulling him back onto the bed. His other hand reaches up to cup the boy’s face, and then he’s leaning in, lips pressing against Hyunil’s.
It takes a moment, but Hyunil kisses back. His hands stay glued to his sides until, tentatively, his finger brush the back of Barom’s neck. He shivers, and, siding with his better judgement for once in his life, he pulls away. Hyunil lets out a soft whine, the kind you don’t even realize you make until after it happens, and it’s the cutest thing Barom’s seen in a very, very long time.
“There,” he says, forehead still pressed against Hyunil’s. “You can count that as your first real kiss.”
Hyunil does that lip-bite-smile thing, and Barom can’t help but lean in once more for a quick peck. “And your second.”
The younger boy’s eyes crinkle, and then suddenly he’s laughing. He’s laughing so hard that he falls back against the mattress, and Barom doesn’t know what’s so funny, but he laughs anyway.
“We should have done this earlier,” Hyunil explains. “It would’ve saved us a week of awkward sexual tension.”
Barom snorts and flops down next to him. After a beat or two, he asks, “I don’t understand how much you what?”
“What?”
“Back when you were rambling about me accidentally stealing your first kiss, you said something like that.”
“Oh,” Hyunil mumbles. He turns his head, looking at Barom. “How much I like you,” he supplies. “I’ve had the most embarrassing crush thing on you for awhile now.” Crush thing. How eloquent. And adorable.
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?”
“Because,” he whines, “what if I messed everything up and things got awkward because of it?”
Barom just stares at him. “Oh my god, Kim Hyunil, you need a vacation. We need to get you away from our title song asap.”
Ray stares back at him, until realization flashes across his face. “Oh my god.” He erupts into laughter again, and it’s the nicest thing to be able to hear that again after having been ignored by him for so long. Barom’s glad things are back to normal, or well, not really normal, per se. It’s an upgraded sort of normal, one that hopefully involves way more kisses later on.
When it comes to memorable days, today definitely takes first place. Because honestly, what’s better than literally kissing and making up with your best friend?
Pairing: Barom/Hyunil
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff
W/C: 1.7k
Summary: When it comes to memorable days, today definitely takes first place.
혹시라도 너와 나의 사이가
정말 어색해져 멀어질까봐?
what if our relationship gets really awkward,
and we grow far apart?
When it comes to memorable days, today wouldn’t even fall into Barom’s top one hundred. It’s much the same as every other day since their debut - wake up, eat breakfast, hit the gym, come back to the studio to practice choreography. It’s so routine that he’ll probably forget today’s events as soon as he wakes up tomorrow.
He firmly believes this as they run through choreography for the umpteenth time that night. He’s mouthing the words to his rap (because it’s late and he’s tired and just wants to sleep). He has a handful of Hyunil’s shirt, face incredibly close to the younger boy’s, when something happens. Minwoo loses his balance, and the hand he has placed on Barom’s arm pushes him forward. Like the next block in a set of dominoes, Barom stumbles, his face knocking into Hyunil’s. Their noses bump together uncomfortably, and some malevolent force of gravity brings their lips together.
Though the whole display lasts barely a few seconds, it feels longer because he and Hyunil basically just kissed. It’s actually kind of funny - and the rest of the group agrees with him, judging by their laughter. He’s about to make a joke about it to Hyunil but stops short. Hyunil’s just sort of... staring at him. He’s looking at him, biting his lip, and okay, Barom can’t even read what the expression is supposed to mean.
“Alright,” he says slowly, turning to address the rest of the group. “We’re going to run through choreo again, hopefully without the face collision this time, yeah?” He glances at Minwoo when he says this, who just smirks. Asshole. “Kangjun, can you go reset the song?”
Hyunil’s ignoring him. He sits as far away from him as he can in the van. At interviews, he stands near Kangjun instead. He even starts taking his showers earlier so he doesn’t have to run into Barom. That, Barom thinks, is ridiculous. He doesn’t even know why Hyunil is ignoring him. Obviously it has to do with that dance practice, but no matter how many times Barom thinks about it, he can’t seem to find a reason for the younger boy to be pissed off at him.
This whole cold shoulder thing is driving him up a wall, which is exactly why he decides that today is the day he ends it. Somehow Hyunil had gotten Minwoo to switch shower times with him - they have this sort of “shower hierarchy” to attempt to keep things orderly in the dorm - so Barom ambushes him as soon as he’s done washing up.
The timing is perfect. He goes to knock on the door as soon Hyunil opens it.
Everything else, though? Not so stellar. Hyunil’s standing in front of him with nothing but a towel tied around his waist. A few drops of water still cling to the skin of his torso, and Barom’s lost his entire train of thought. Maybe he should have rehearsed what he was going to say or something. It’s not really his style, and it’s not like “hey man what the hell is your problem” needs to be practiced in front of a mirror, but maybe it would have helped. Or not. Barom doesn’t think he can trust himself to form any coherent words. Has Ray always been so built?
Hyunil stares up at him, doe eyed. “I was just-”
“I just need to brush my teeth.” Barom half heartedly points somewhere behind the other boy.
“-leaving,” Hyunil finishes, scuffling past him into his bedroom.
So much for that idea.
The next day they find themselves with a few hours of free time. Barom uses that time to go out to lunch with Minwoo, something they haven’t been able to do as often now that they’ve debuted. They’re sitting in the very back corner of a little mom and pop diner when Minwoo asks, “What’s up with you and Hyunil?”
Barom groans. “I don’t even know.”
“Are you sure you didn’t do anything? Hyung, you can get kind of childish sometimes.”
He rolls his eyes. “Believe me,” he says, between bites of his burger. “If I knew what I did wrong, I’d apologize, but he’s just acting weird for no reason.”
“Well, whatever it is,” Minwoo says, pausing for a minute to take a sip of his drink, “it needs to stop. It’s showing on camera. I was reading some of the fan boards last night, and they’re starting to catch on.”
“But-”
Minwoo shakes his head, cutting him off. “Get your shit together, hyung.” He punctuates the command with a little laugh, and Barom finds it hard to be even the slightest bit annoyed at him.
He knows that fixing things is easier said than done, though.
A week and a half after the dance practice, and they’re still avoiding each other like the plague. A week and a half later, and this has gone on for far too long. It’s gotten redundant now, and Barom knows Minwoo is right. Things can’t stay like this. Hyunil may still be eighteen, but Barom’s a grown ass man. There’s no reason he can’t just walk up to Hyunil and demand that they talk things through. With newfound courage - though it’s probably more like a lapse of judgement due to sleep deprivation - he seeks the boy out.
He finds him, predictably, in the living room of their dorm, trying to kick Jaejun’s ass at some videogame. “Ray,” he says, standing awkwardly at the edge of the room, “c’mere a sec.”
Hyunil peers up at him, unsure. Having momentarily forgotten about his game, Jaejun throws his arms up in victory. “I won! Hey, thanks for distracting him, hyung!”
Hyunil mumbles something about Jaejun only being able to win by cheating before tossing the controller into Taemin’s lap. Hands in his pockets, he follows Barom down the hallway, and into his bedroom.
Barom kicks the door closed behind them, and sits down on the bottom bunk, patting the spot next to him. “We can’t keep doing this ignoring each other thing, you know.”
Reluctantly, Hyunil sits down next to him, his legs criss crossed. “I don’t know, it’s working pretty great for me.”
“Can you just tell me what this is about?” Barom looks at him, and the other boy is staring into his lap. “Is it about that practice? Because I really don’t understand what the big deal is. It’s not like that was a legitimate kiss or anything, so-”
“That,” Hyunil exclaims, finally looking back at the older boy, “is exactly why it’s a problem!”
“I...I’m not following,” Barom says, his eyebrows knitting together.
Hyunil bites his lip. “It’s a problem because that was my first kiss and it wasn’t even real, or special or anything a first kiss is supposed to be, and it was with you, and you don’t understand how much I-” He stops abruptly. Whether for air - because he said all of that in one breath, holy shit - or out of embarrassment, Barom isn’t sure.
“You’re joking.” And okay, Barom regrets that as soon as it leaves his mouth.
“I know it’s stupid,” Ray says, standing up, “but if you’re going to be an asshole about it, I’m just going to leave.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just...” It’s just that he’s having such a hard time believing that Hyunil’s never been kissed. He's the nicest person Barom’s met, and dear god, he’d be lying if he said he never noticed how Ray’s sort-of-kind-of really beautiful. He reaches out, grabbing Hyunil’s wrist and pulling him back onto the bed. His other hand reaches up to cup the boy’s face, and then he’s leaning in, lips pressing against Hyunil’s.
It takes a moment, but Hyunil kisses back. His hands stay glued to his sides until, tentatively, his finger brush the back of Barom’s neck. He shivers, and, siding with his better judgement for once in his life, he pulls away. Hyunil lets out a soft whine, the kind you don’t even realize you make until after it happens, and it’s the cutest thing Barom’s seen in a very, very long time.
“There,” he says, forehead still pressed against Hyunil’s. “You can count that as your first real kiss.”
Hyunil does that lip-bite-smile thing, and Barom can’t help but lean in once more for a quick peck. “And your second.”
The younger boy’s eyes crinkle, and then suddenly he’s laughing. He’s laughing so hard that he falls back against the mattress, and Barom doesn’t know what’s so funny, but he laughs anyway.
“We should have done this earlier,” Hyunil explains. “It would’ve saved us a week of awkward sexual tension.”
Barom snorts and flops down next to him. After a beat or two, he asks, “I don’t understand how much you what?”
“What?”
“Back when you were rambling about me accidentally stealing your first kiss, you said something like that.”
“Oh,” Hyunil mumbles. He turns his head, looking at Barom. “How much I like you,” he supplies. “I’ve had the most embarrassing crush thing on you for awhile now.” Crush thing. How eloquent. And adorable.
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?”
“Because,” he whines, “what if I messed everything up and things got awkward because of it?”
Barom just stares at him. “Oh my god, Kim Hyunil, you need a vacation. We need to get you away from our title song asap.”
Ray stares back at him, until realization flashes across his face. “Oh my god.” He erupts into laughter again, and it’s the nicest thing to be able to hear that again after having been ignored by him for so long. Barom’s glad things are back to normal, or well, not really normal, per se. It’s an upgraded sort of normal, one that hopefully involves way more kisses later on.
When it comes to memorable days, today definitely takes first place. Because honestly, what’s better than literally kissing and making up with your best friend?