the bones in my back.

drabble! you can see it with the lights out

2014-12-07T23:03:48Z

you can see it with the lights out
leohyuk (vixx), nc-17
2422 words
fluff(?)

one night he wakes
strange look on his face
pauses, then says
you're my best friend
and you knew what it was
he is in love
(you are in love - taylor swift)

it’s too dark to be morning as he stumbles towards the washroom. stopped in his tracks, he can feel his ears warm as taekwoon’s fingers delve into his hair in the mimddle of the hallway while whispering to him. pulling the knots out lightly and nails gently scratching the nape of his neck, it always makes him feel stupid when he really thinks about the fact that the elder has kept the tiny peice of info that his neck is his weak point stored in his memory. he exhales and tries not to let the heat swirling in his chest spread into the pit of his stomach.

they’re in the van, half an hour ride ahead of them. he rubs his hands along taekwoon’s legs, massaging his knee in hopes of relieving him of the tiny twinge of pain that continuously twisted his face during practise the previous night. he bites his lips in response, silently asking him to stop by nudging his hands away and chest rising slightly as sanghyuk intentionally left touches just a bit too high on his thighs. he acts like it’s purely innocent and again, hopes taekwoon can’t see the red tips of his ears or hear the swell of pride in his chest.

hongbin tells them to get a room. sanghyuk tells him to put a collar on wonshik. he gets punch to the arm and a yell from the make-up chair before taekwoon appears and hongbin resorts to glaring from a distance, threats hidden underneath his tongue. there might also be a smirk on his face that’s reading as i knew all along. a part of him wants taekwoon to hit hongbin as he sits back down to play a game on his phone in a huff. taekwoon follows suit, resting his head on his shoulder with closed eyes as they wait to perform.

he smiles as he greets the other idols, bowing and holding hands with the seniors that reach out to him. he can feel the weight of taekwoon’s hands on his back and hips and waist as he does the same. everyone bows back, seniors and juniors all greeting one another. he bites his lips as taekwoon is pressed to his back, chest flush against him suddenly. taekwoon accepts the apology offered him to him by another idol for accidentally pushing. sanghyuk just smiles, nodding at them as well and tries not to let taekwoon hear the hitch in his breathe.

he’s heavy-lidded and drowsy, brushing his teeth while thinking of the school work he’s just finished on the ride home. but it feels like hammering a nail into gold leaf. the door clicks open and he continues his vain attempt at ingraining it furthur into his memory, not paying whoever entered the room any attention. but his body sways as someone is pressed to him, arms wrapping around his middle. peeking through the mirror, he expects hakyeon to be grinning at him. but instead finds taekwoon staring back as he tries to mold himself against sanghyuk. he smiles at the silent plea for a cuddle before sleep.

sanghyuk rolls into the bed first, curling up and shifting just enough to make room for taekwoon to join. which he does after turning out the lights and opening the curtains a bit. taekwoon shivers between the cool sheets as he slides in and tugs sanghyuk closer, whispering a song to his temple in between kisses. he tries to think of say something cheeky to say as he physically cringes due to the gentle tingle that swirls at the back of his head and down his spine. but sleep is too quick.

there’s a loud bang from the hallway, jolting him awake. he sighs, trying to calm the jolt in his heart and hoping jaehwan’s filming went well but also wishing he and their manager would be a little more quiet. taekwoon’s hand is under his shirt and resting on his stomach. he can feel his grip tighten around his waist, arm curling around him as he groans into his hair. sanghyuk tries to pull himself away, the tingles coursing like fireworks through his nervous system far too quickly for his liking.

"sanghyuk?"

his voice is sleep-filled and chesty. sanghyuk groans in response as he turns his body atop the matress so he can lay on his back. the bed creaks a bit louder then he expects in the stillness but taekwoon’s arm remains across his stomach.

"nevermind." he whispers even more quietly, "go back to sleep."

he hums again but with more of a questioning lilt, prying open his eyes to look over at taekwoon. he can barely make out his features in the darkness but he can feel his eyes on him, boring into his own and practically digging through his mind.

“what?”

"nothing."

he waits, staring into the outline of taekwoon’s existence and can feel his urge to say something radiating from his core. he could wait, he could fall back asleep and probably forget about it. because he can wait for taekwoon. but he’s not sure if taekwoon can.

"does your leg still hurt?" he mumbles cheekily.

"no. go to sleep."

"do you want me to massage it again?"

"n-no." he stutters slightly.

sanghyuk smiles, feeling proud of himself and much more awake. he lays on his side, facing taekwoon as he reaches down and touches his fingertips to his thighs.

"are you su-"

"yes. you’ve been teasing all day." he sounds indignant.

he snorts, "says the one that's been pressing himself all over me."

taekwoon grunts, body twitching as sanghyuk lets his hand slip underneath his shirt. he ghosts a barely-there touch to his stomach and quickly curls his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers. taekwoon doesn’t say anything as he pulls sanghyuk’s chin towards him and makes them kiss. but it’s enough of a response to make him smirk.

it’s lazy and gentle, simply lips pressing together. he groans while sanghyuk refuses to let him inside, tongue trying to lick open his mouth. his hips lift unintentionally, body curling into sanghyuk’s in some attempt to speed this along. kissing has always been taekwoon's favorite thing to do. he remembers when they first kissed and how he had whispered that he liked sanghyuk's lips, cheeks dusted in pink as he pulled him down for another one. it soon became clear to him just how easily kissing made taekwoon come undone.

"hyuk…" he murmurs, trailing his lips along sanghyuk’s jawline.

he hums in response, sounding as laid back as possible. he slides his hand around taekwoon’s hip and pushes gently, making him roll onto his back. he takes the opportunity to swing his leg over him, bracing his hands on the headboard and knees framing his hips.

taekwoon’s beaming, biting his lips. sanghyuk can’t quite tell if he’s beulding up to say something or keep himself from making an embarrassing noise. but he kisses his way down his neck anyways, fingers gently sliding his shirt upwards. taekwoon’s breathing is just labored enough that sanghyuk feels confident in nipping his way back up. he slides his shirt all the way up to his chin and places another kiss to his lips before straightening up. he shifts his weight and seats himself on the older’s lap.

this time, he beams down at him as he groans and wiggles a bit to adjust to the sudden weight. sanghyuk shamelessly swirls his hips and taekwoon’s hands are quick to grasp his thighs.

"w-wait."

so sanghyuk stills his movement but definately catches the twitch in his hips when he does. he doesn’t bother hiding his smile, tugging his own shirt off. there's a recording early the next morning and they really shouldn't be doing this. it's late and they'll be tired but sanghyuk feels like he's been waiting weeks for taekwoon to do something, anything.

"we should sleep."

sanghyuk decides that not answering would be the only thing that won't get him in trouble and instead, let's his hands wonder over taekwoon's abdomen. his chest expands as he sucks in a shaky breath and reaches up, tugging on sanghyuk's shoulders. letting himself be manhandled, he presses their chests together and kisses his way up the elder's throat once more. taekwoon growls low in his throat and sanghyuk tries not to smile too hard at his own impeciable evasion tactics.

and before he can even finish writiing his name into taekwoon's neck with his lips, the elder is curling his fingers into his hair. he winces at the sharp tug upwards that makes him raise his head. but he can't help the whimper that escapes his throat as taekwoon crashes their mouthes together.

he's not quick enough to keep taekwoon out and instead has to try keep himself under control as taekwoon gently scrapes his nails on his scalp as some sort of apology. sanghyuk hums as he lets taekwoon dominate the kiss, allowing his tongue to roam over his own and along the roof of his mouth. his hips buck upwards, evidently coming undone just as sanghyuk thought he would do. he swirls his hips as best he can, reveling in the feel of his hands squeezing his thighs and reaching wildly to place them somewhere he’s happy with.

pulling away with a gentle suck on taekwoon's lower lip, he props himself up on his arms and continues grinding downwards. his face is contorting and he’s trying to turn away, to fight back the noises bubbling up in his throat. sanghyuk can’t help his own whimper as he reaches down to press a palm against himself. he wants taekwoon inside him but he also wants taekwoon to suck him off and he wants to suck taekwoon off and everything is possible but only to an extent. especially living with 4 others and a busy schedule.

"hyung." he moans, palming himself through his boxers as he straightens into a sitting position and hoping he’ll catch on.

taekwoon’s eyes dart down and sanghyuk feels the warmth on his cheeks deepen, embarrassment heating his body just a bit more. he swallows back a yelp as taekwoon endulges him, fingers squeezing and stroking him through the fabric. his hips swirl forward this time, bucking in unadulterated pleasure. he wishes they were already laid bare and that taekwoon was buried inside him. he groans at the thought of being stretched open.

he leans down, hand bracing himself over taekwoon’s face and sliding the other into the elder’s boxers. he gasps, mumbling something as his hips buck upwards. the pressure of taekwoon’s hips pushing between his legs just makes him respond with another moan. they’re already almost at the end of it but he wants so much more. biting his lip, he meets the other’s gaze.

his pupils are blown wide, plush lips falling open as he works his hand into sanghyuk’s boxers. he wishes he could memorize this face, the look he gives him when their eyes meet. but sanghyuk likes the almost surprising pressure in his chest when he dose see it and how it reminds him how much taekwoon really means.

he murmurs his inner thoughts to taekwoon. he’s never particularly asked him if he’s comfortable with sanghyuk dirty talking when this is all they can do. because sanghyuk has no filter but if the twitch of his cock inside his palm is anything to go by, he assumes it’s okay. even if taekwoon always shuts him up in the middle of a description by kissing him senseless, breathless and searching taekwoon’s mouth for a peice of relief.

his fingers are curled into his hair and tugging roughly, sanghyuk doesn’t bother trying to hide the groan because taekwoon licks it into his own mouth as he hums in acknowledgement. he can feel taekwoon’s body becoming even more taught underneath him, leg’s straining and kicking just a bit as his hips push upwards as far as possible. he’s close.

sanghyuk swirls his palm and tugs faster. taekwoon sobs, hand stilling inside sanghyuk’s boxers and the other gripping harder in his hair. he groans again, this time into taekwoon’s open mouth as he gasps at the change in speed. suddenly, he’s pushed up a bit more, taekwoon’s hips lifting incredibly high off the bed as he spills forth into sanghyuk’s hand. and just as quickly, his body becomes limp and compliant underneath him.

breathing uneven and whispers praises into sanghyuk’s cheek, he starts a slow rhythm with his hand. he groans, already so close that it’s almost painful how gentle and slow taekwoon is going. pleading sometimes works, when the elder isn’t in an especially playful mood like right now. but he smirks, tugging sanghyuk’s head back to leave a faint trail of nips and kisses along his throat. sanghyuk whines, urging him to bite or suck a mark into his skin.

as he speeds up, sanghyuk stops himself from yelping too loudly, his arms beginning to strain as he fists the sheets. it’s too quick to really process but taekwoon’s teeth are gently grazing his shoulder and the pressure on his cock is tightened just enough that everything begins to unfurl and he’s left bucking into taekwoon’s hand.

sanghyuk lets himself fall onto the elder’s chest, cringing as taekwoon removes his hand. sated and tired, he rolls off and blinks up at the elder.

"good?"

taekwoon hums, sounding exhausted. he reaches for the tissues and cleans them up as best as he can, some of it already dried on their hands and inside boxers. the elder whispers a quiet thanks, wiggling closer to bury his nose into his hair.

sanghyuk opens his eyes to an empty bed and hakyeon yelling from the living room. their manager is at the doorway, whispering something to taekwoon as he looks through his closet and points at sanghyuk. a smile spread across his face as he recalls the quiet whispers the elder had murmured to his neck when he thought sanghyuk was asleep. sitting up, taekwoon is smiling at him as he tells him to lay down for 5 more minutes, since he has to take his own shower. with their manager already raising his voice at hakyeon and taekwoon just about to leave the room, he mumbles a quiet hyung in order to grab his attention.

"i love you too."

he can't help the laughter that bubbles up inside him as he's sitting in their waiting room to perform and thinks of the color taekwoon's face became earlier in the day.

this didn't come out as porn-y as i orignially wanted... :c
unbeta'd, sorry for any structural or grammatical errors

drabble! nothing to fear inside

2014-11-08T02:11:19Z

nothing to fear inside
rabin (vixx), g
1856 words
fluff, college!au

through the darkness and the light
some sun has got to rise

my sun is your sun
your sun is our sun
(yeah yeah yeahs - despair)

hongbin lays in the grass, clutching the blades and feeling the early morning dew on his fingers, seeping into his sweater. a shiver jolts him out of his sleepy haze and he blinks up to find he’s staring up at the pale lavender sky. it’s close to dawn.

closing his eyes again, he begins moving his arms across the very tips of the grass, alternating between tickling his palms and the backs of his hands with each stroke up and down. he swings his legs out and makes a grass angel, if that’s even possible. he chuckles at himself before stilling once more and letting his limbs fall, they feel heavy anyways.

birds have been chatting in the distance for awhile and yet only now does it seem to really register in his mind. it smells like fresh dirt and sand. he must be near a park? the beach? breathing in deep once more, he holds his breath this time. he can feel his heart beat, blood pumping through his body, feel the pulse in his finger tips as he flexes them. he can’t smell the ocean, taste the salt in back of his throat as he breathes in deep through his nose.

this time the lavender is fading into a light blue. a barely there hint of blue that looks like it’s chasing the purple away. like it doesn’t belong. but black is a medley of all colors and no color at all, so what does blue have against purple? actually it’s probably the sun’s fault. it’s the sun’s fault for swelling into the sky and pushing all the darkness from the night away, making the colors bleed into one another and muddle up into a mess of light meeting dark. he’ll try to remember this color for later in the evening, when it’s reversed. dark chasing light once more.

"you’re gonna get dirty."

it’s a statement that he’s unsure whether or not he’s supposed to argue with. because he knows that already, it just came down to whether or not he cared at the moment. and obviously he didn’t. but wonshik was always one to point out the obvious, make sure everyone was aware.

"and wet." he mumbles back.

peeking up through one eye to find the other nodding in agreement as he practically huddles around the package of noodles in his hand as if the last remnants of warmth meekly radiating from it will seep into his flesh. only a pair of long shorts, a loose tank and a hoodie to aid in maintaining any body heat, he notices the slightest quiver of his limbs.

"and you made fun of me for wearing pants."

wonshik makes a face, hat sat backwards as he shakes his head. “it was so hot at the party. i don’t understand how you kept that sweater on to be honest.”

looking above his head and down the field, he sees goal posts in the distance and supposes they’re in the middle of a school yard.

"where are we?"

"incheon. I think."

"i thank god everyday for gracing me with such a good friend. one that’ll get our inebriated selves home."

"hey! i tried to catch a cab but he wouldn’t take us back to hongdae. at least not for 1000 won."

he doesn’t say anything as he contemplates over just how cheap wonshik is or if it’s the fact that they’re just that broke. probably the latter but-

"cheapskate."

he scoffs back, “says the one that wouldn’t give me his wallet and wanted to walk all the way back.”

squeezing his eyes closed, he tries to remember saying such a thing. all that flashes through his memory are various moments of sudden sobriety: sitting in hongdae, sitting on the train, yelling across the room at the party - he can’t recall who or what it was about - and opening a bag of chips at the convenience store. it feels like he’s woken up from a dream he doesn’t quite remember having.

"this night…"

"disappeared? was crazy?" hongbin nods at wonshik’s suggestions, "yeah, i can only remember the cab driver flipping us off as he drove away and you dragging me into the store."

"huh."

"but not why we decided to sit in the middle of a school yard…"

hongbin peers up, feeling the slightest bit of heat prickle his skin. the sun has already begun reaching over the horizon, all the orange and yellows spreading like fire and melting away the cooler tones. he wishes for a moment that he had his DSLR handy. he’d take a picture of everything.

wonshik’s contorted face of confusion as he stares around himself and threads noodles onto his chopsticks, the sky and the upside down goal posts.

wasted night.

it’s a pun. he’s unsure if he should laugh or find it deep.

"was everyone at the party at least?"

wonshik nods, swallowing before responding. “jaehwan somehow dragged taekwoon over. it was…good.”

"so was there a black light?"

"you can’t even remember that early in the night!? how much did you drink?" wonshik snorts, going back to eating.

hongbin tries not to blush as he shrugs. maybe he’d had a bit too much and maybe he’s a bit of a lightweight, that’s not a bad thing. he just didn’t mediate himself properly. lesson learned.

"it didn’t help you kept feeding me doubles."

"just wanted you to loosen up a bit. you kept knocking them back like it was nothing."

"bad influence."

wonshik laughs, incredulous look flashing across his features, “yeah, there was a black light. and paint. inguk-hyung hung a bunch of black paper around the basement that we all used to write stuff.”

hongbin rolls into his side and notices the splashes, streaks and splats of neon paint that cover wonshik’s clothes. there’s even some on his face. a stroke across his neck and faint, messed up hand prints over his sleeves. there’s writing and symbols, maybe a few tags.

"and you decided i needed to go orange again." wonshik points up at his head, chopsticks still in his hand.

he peers up at the tiny patch of hair he can see from above the black adjustable snap on his hat and squints to see the neon paint holding his hair in place like gel. the blond only accentuating the sudden change in color. an unconscious grin pulls wide across his face as he looks down at himself. pink, green, orange and blues dashed across him like he was an empty canvas that needed filling. people’s names, hearts, random memorable words, hands and drawings decorate his clothes now. good thing he didn’t wear his favorite jeans and, sadly, the sweatshirt is a lost cause, no way he’d be able to get any of this paint out.

"and on the subject, you still have a dot on your face."

"oh?" gathering his hand inside his sleeve, he rubs at his cheeks. "still there?"

wonshik hums in response as he chews. he feels for the crusted part of the paint but can’t seem to track it over his flesh, he smiles and hopes he’ll feel the synthetic paint crack on his skin. but nothing.

the quiet chuckle makes him look up at the other man as he rubs his face again “what?”

"smile again."

hongbin smiles again, just a simple pull of his lips. wonshik’s laugh is deeper this time as he reaches out towards him. smile falling as wonshik’s finger makes contact with his cheek, he quickly places his own finger next to it in order to keep track of the paint’s whereabouts.

"cute, it’s on your dimple."

this time a genuine smile as he watches wonshik laugh easily, eyes crinkling and noodles forgotten.

"sounds like something you’d do." he mumbles as he licks his finger and rubs the spot.

"probably."

wonshik watches him as he rubs his face. a sudden rush of heat washes over his face as he peers up at his slack-jawed expression. he looks like an idiot.

"here."

and before he can even make fun of wonshik’s stupid face, he’s licking his thumb and reaching over. hand rested against his cheek as his finger brushes over the same spot, slight wetness tugging on his skin. he tries not to breath as he tilts his head in order to accomodate wonshik’s reach.

"there."

"thanks." he mumbles as the warmth of his hand disappears and he reaches up to rub at the same spot.

"it’s gone."

he sends the other a look as he rolls onto his back again and extends his limbs.

"well, we should probably get going."

he hums, staring at the orange that’s spread across the sky. the sun is caressing his legs and gently reaching over his chest, pushing through his hair. he revels at the contrasting temperatures, the cold dampness of his back and the gentle warmth on the entire front of his body.

"i still feel a little drunk."

wonshik snorts, “same. we need sleep.”

"I’m scared of standing up."

there’s rustling and a groan. he peers over and catches wonshik pushing himself up off the ground and balancing himself on two feet. he shakes his arms, a shiver visibly running through his body once more as he stretches slightly. he hobbles closer and reaches down, “c’mon. we can skip class and sleep all day.”

"already planned that." he reaches up and takes hold of his offered hand.

"what a good student."

hongbin tries to make a face but he’s already being yanked upwards, head heavy as he’s pulled into a sitting position. everything swirls and tilts.

"one. two. thr-"

"wait!" he whines, closing his eyes.

wonshik’s chesty chuckle just makes him squeeze his hand harder in the hope of hurting him in return for his obvious empathy. but it probably feels like nothing more then a silent plea.

"one…" he says slowly.

hongbin lifts his head as he continues the count and let’s himself be assisted up. a shiver runs through him as a gentle breeze catches his damp clothing and the morning sun caresses the back of his neck. glancing up, wonshik is closer then he expects, smile all lopsided and beaming. it’s suddenly hard to breath.

later, he tries not to think too much on wonshik’s prolonged grasp around his wrist - also in his hair and tangled - and the way his eyelids fluttered closed, eyelashes meeting silently. he shivered again but for a completely different reason. the heat on his cheeks and in his stomach as a thumb caressed the thin flesh on his inner wrist.

’incase you can’t remember, you were yelling at everyone in the basement about how good of a kisser i was.’

guilt swells in his stomach as he lays under the covers and tries to pull the memory from his drunken haze to life behind his eyelids. play their first kiss in his mind once more and feel his liquor numb lips trying to press into wonshik’s like his mouth holds all the answers to everything he’s felt over the past few months.

for some reason, all he can hear is wonshik’s laughter ringing in his ears.

this has been sitting in my phone forever so un-beta'd, sorry for any mistakes ;;
first vixx fic/writing atttempt?

drabble! get it over with [donggyu, g]

2012-12-08T16:45:08Z

get it over with
donggyu (infinite), g
888 words
fluff, life

and get it over with
i see you rolling in (in the clouds)
let's get it over with
get high and float again (in the clouds)
roll up and go again
(rihanna - get it over with)

“Hyung, have you ever been in love?”

“I think so.” he opens his eyes, Dongwoo is stood at the open balcony door, hair mussed and flat in certain places. “Why?” He asks, blinking up at him.

“Weird dreams.” he answers. Closing the door behind himself as he steps out and peers up at the sky.

The sky is dim, dark and dreary, clouds hung heavy and full, still perfectly visible despite how dark it is. The humidity is unbareable. Sunggyu supposes it’s the air pressure that’s making his head pound and thus unable to sleep, so while laying awake in bed, he decided he needed some air. Or maybe it’s anxiety, he’s not sure anymore. It’s too early to be morning but too late to be night. Does that even make sense?

“About?”

Sunggyu knows that simple answers are far from ever being truly simple when it comes to the younger man. Always the selfless one, the one everyone relies on. Even more so then him. He supposes his heart isn’t as big as Dongwoo’s is, doesn’t fit everyone in as comfortably as Dongwoo’s does. The younger man sticks his hand out over the railing, feeling for any precipitation. He then runs his fingers through his hair - probably realizing how crazy it must look - and glances back at him for a moment before looking back out over the city. they stay quiet for awhile. Just simply sharing a moment together.

But Sunggyu waits for a response. He’s always full. Heavy with things he won’t say. But doesn’t let it show around the other members. Sunggyu notices when he drags himself into his bedroom, throwing himself onto his bed and seemingly sinking into the fabric like it’s the only thing he can comfortably rely on, curling up under the covers. He notices when they’re alone and Dongwoo wonders aloud, when they actually get moments like this. Sunggyu wonders how often they do this. Any of them.

“Would needing someone to be…" He looks over his shoulder at him again, turning his body to face him but still leaning one elbow on the railing. Quickly peering down and away as he fiddles with his own fingers, he bites his bottom lip before finally speaking again, "Like, would wanting a friendship so badly it almost hurts be…weak?”

Taken aback, he blinks at the other man. Closely watching his facial cues to find genuine uncertainty etched into his being at that moment. “No. That’s love.”

“Ah. Really?”

Sunggyu nods, his head feeling like lead as he pulls it from it’s resting place on the hammock and gets to his feet. He leans on the railing as well, stood infront of the younger man, folding his arms so he can rest his head ontop of something somewhat soft. The orange glow of the streets below, red and green lights flickering back and forth. It's quiet and calm, like it usually is before as storm. And everyone must be sleeping, completely oblivious to the world.

“But don’t you love everyone?”

Dongwoo peers up at him, not having moved as Sunggyu made his transition from one spot to another and smiles. It’s genuine and he can’t help returning it, the younger man raises an eyebrow as he turns his head to look out at the view with him.

“Hyung?”

He hums in response, feeling Dongwoo’s arm curve over his back and hang heavy atop him. It’s comfortable, warm. The younger man feels less downcast and he can't help the swelling pride in his chest.

“Do you wanna do something tomorrow?”

“Like?”

“I don’t know. Shopping?”

“Sure. If it's not raining.”

A sudden flash makes them jump, the ricocheting sound of a crack vibrating them on the spot. Dongwoo’s arm is wrapped around him tightly and Sunggyu bolts up straight. The pitter-patter of rain starts up, increasing and pelting down at such an incredibly fast rate that Sunggyu grabs for the younger man.

“Let’s go inside.”

Another crackle of light flashes in the sky as the large drops of water finally begin to fall after what feels like days of grey skies, the sheets of rain even block their view of anything below. Dongwoo winces when they splash onto his outstretched hand. Sunggyu laughs stiffly, pulling on his arm.

“Hurry up!”

The wind picks up suddenly, shifting the rain’s trojectory and pushing it into their little space on the outside of their apartment building. They laugh, as they scramble into the apartment. Sunggyu closes the door behind them, still gripping Dongwoo’s hand in his.

“You hate thunderstorms.”

“Shut it.”

Dongwoo grins, eyes curved and teeth pristine.

“It'll be sunny tomorrow, don't worry, hyung. Let’s watch a movie.”

The younger man squeezes his hand in his and pulls him towards the couch. He doesn’t like the sound of thunder, nor does he like the way Dongwoo looks when he’s stuck in a rut. But when Dongwoo laughs at the stupid movie playing on their television and it drowns out the loud cracks of the lightening flashing outside, with arms wrapped around him, Sunggyu feels himself slip under the weight of his own need for sleep.

sorry if this is occ, i've only just started gettting to know infinite...
so if sunggyu actually loves rain, sorry. lol just a random peice i wanted to write.
let me know how you like it/don't like it~ ;~;

drabble! all of your secrets, you don't need them [OT5]

2012-05-26T03:07:45Z

all of your secrets, you don't need them
SHINee (OT5?), pg
angst, life
there's always a song lol

best things always happen at night
best things always happen when you’re not looking
it’s the little things, that can go missing

They’re so tired that they could probably fall asleep anywhere if they really wanted but they’re also so over exhausted, body so accustomed to it’s lack of rest that they might not even need any sleep at all at this point. Second wind and third wind, so many extra bursts of energy that it’s hard to tell when the last one started and the one before that ended because it all starts melding together into one hazy mess of light naps and fearful jolts awake. Aboard planes and in vans, shoulder to shoulder coupled with the overwhelming urge to get as far away from whomever’s snoring and as close as possible to the warmth pulsing from the body to the right.

It’s night while walking into a building and suddenly afternoon when exiting. There’s quiet moments where no one speaks and moments filled with endless talk and banter that would have anyone else reeling on the balls of their feet at how fast they speak, how loud they laugh and how quickly the subject changes. There are somber moments full of serious conversations and mindful warnings. But there are also hidden moments where they promise one another that everything will be alright, that if they win or not, they’ll still be alright. That they still have one another to share this with whether people begin to lose interest or not.

One day, everything makes sense and it’s as if all they’ve worked to accomplish for the few years before they were pushed into the spotlight, during the precious years of their youth and schooling that was replaced with dreams of show business, was truly worth it. They’re finally on the road to success. Then the next day, nothing is private and it feels like all the choices in life are no longer their own, living a life that could be perceived as a lie. So many secrets they want to keep hidden and so many secrets that aren't really theirs to begin with. Dual lives with dual personalities. Which one is real and which one isn’t?

The lights are too bright and there are too many people packed into the venue, it’s hot. There’s no light at all and the beat of they’re own heart in the shell of their ears frightens them in the lonely stillness, it’s cold. The drastic change between a cheering, sold out stadium and the hollow emptiness of an empty hotel room isn’t easy to get accustomed to. No matter how many times they’ve done it, performed on stage in front of person after person, it still feels like a part of them is left behind on stage. Maybe that's why they have parties, surround themselves with people who don't really know.

But in the end, they’re friends, brothers, coworkers and roommates. Sometimes they fight and other times they really fight. They love one another and simultaneously hate one another for the very same reasons, the little habits and nicknames that keep them both awkwardly comfortable and comfortably distant. They really do only have one another to depend on, to understand.

Time certainly mends certain wounds and misunderstandings while it also slowly unwinds the thread keeping them together, pulling them ever so gently apart. And after spending so much time together, how can one not start resenting another? Even if it’s over petty, stupid things. They’re humans, filled with far too much pride and too thick skulls. They don't want to be wrong and they don't want to feel guilty.

It’s been four years. They’re not quite sure how they differ from the year before or the three years before that because at the end of the day, they feel like the same person standing on their very first stage, knees knocking and nerves quaking. The young boy who had no idea what the future would bring nor what would be awaiting them in the years to come. Even now.

Everything's different and everything's also the same.

They lay back in the chairs they reside in and hope they can get at least a few more minutes of sleep, scrolling through their phones and texting the friends they feel like they haven't seen in years and someone mumbles to themselves about probably posting something on their site.

idek what this is. does it make sense? i tried to check over everything but i worked all day and just feel like rolling into bed forever.
let me know if there are any gross mistakes. happy 4th shineeversary! ❤ ;~;

drabble! slow it down [jongyu, pg]

2012-03-30T05:00:32Z

slow it down
jongyu, pg
fluff, romance
maybe give the song a listen?

sing slow-ow-ow-ow it down
oh slow-ow-ow-ow it down
through chaos as it swirls
it's just us against the world

He rolls to the edge of the bed and swings his legs out from underneath the warmth of his blanket and tries to shock himself out of his sleepy state, placing his feet onto to cold floor. Eyes still closed and sleep still heavy in his body, he pushes up into a sitting position. Bones creak, muscles stretch as he stands up and reaches for the ceiling, standing on tiptoes.

"Morning."

The quiet greeting makes his heart do a funny wiggle in his chest, a lazy smile pulling along the corner of his mouth.

"G'morning~"

He turns, rubbing his eyes to look at the lump on the other bed, across the room from his own. Sitting up against the pillows, there's a book in his hand and his glasses are on, a half pleased, half welcoming smile sat comfortably on his lips. Jonghyun can see the patch of skin that could be his knee poking out from underneath the blankets and instantly wants to curl up beside him.

"We're going to get castrated."

"For?" he stumbles, bumping his leg on the corner of the foot of his bed as he walks around it in order to roll into the other occupied one.

"Hey..." It's amused and slightly annoyed, but he could care less as he pulls on the blanket and curls in and around the elder's hip, resting his head to the crook of his elbow. He hums, closing his eyes once again as he nuzzles into the warmth of the other body and throwing his leg over Jinki's pair.

"What are y-"

"And why would we be denied the very thing that makes money?"

"I..." his tone changes and Jonghyun likes that Jinki's moved his arm, he takes the opportunity to press his face into his stomach. "Oh, it's past noon and we were supposed to pick up the bar's order from the liquor store."

"Has Yeonhee never heard of delivery?"

He can feel Jinki shrug and then fingers delve into his hair, a tingle running down his back and making him cling to the other man a little harder in order to hide the shiver. Soft strokes and gentle pulls on the various knots through his mussed hair makes his mind drift into a pleasant state of bliss as his hair is toyed with.

"Are you really going to dye it blonde again?"

"Yeah, customers liked it blonde. Kibum and Taemin got quite the following. Might as well get in on that action."

He 'uh-huh's, fingers combing through the sides of his hair and making his hip do a weird little twitch.

"I like it when it's brown."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Jonghyun opens his eyes and squints up at the older man to find him frowning quite deeply, a furrowed brow and everything. He reaches up and runs his thumb over the crease between his eyes, making Jinki raise his eyebrows instead in mild shock. A smile risies like the sun after a dark, moonless night over his face. He reaches up and removes the glasses from his face but Jinki promptly takes them from his grasp and mumbles something about greasy fingers.

He quirks an eyebrow, sighing. He can smell the faint musk of Jinki's body surround him. It's stupid, but he squeezes him again, rubbing his face into his shirt and hoping to spread his own scent all over him. A silly smile tugs on his lips, warmth spreading over his skin as he realizes that they must smell like one another. They share a room, clothes - he forgets that the shirt the other usually wears to sleep was originally his, before Jinki stole it - shampoo and practically everything else.

"Do you ever wonder why they gave us one room?"

Jinki shrugs noncommittally, "who knows."

Jonghyun's face burns as he recalls the one time when they had to use the screen to separate their beds. There where no spare work rooms and Jinki hadn't asked any of the others if they could lend him a room. He tried his best to fall asleep, but the noise of their sex filled the small room pretty easily. He lay in a ball, not wanting to hear Jinki making those sounds, saying the things the other man wanted him to say. It took every ounce of self preservation he had left in him not to tear down the thin impromptu wall and beat the other man to a bloody pulp. To cut his cock from his body and stuff it in his filthy boy-fucking mouth. But his 14 year old self would've lost that fight, no doubt.

"Probably because you'd cry yourself to sleep otherwise."

"I was 10, shut up."

"Or maybe because we've been here so long?"

He doesn't bother to remember the moment his young, naive self was promised a better life and was instead brought here. Not to say he'd had a chance anywhere else.

"You know what I should do?"

"What should you do?"

"I should get a bigger bed."

"Why?" Jinki's tone is bemused, and it just makes his smile widen.

"Because that way I can sleep with you."

He turns his attention away from snuggling into his body and back to looking at the older man, just to show how sincere he is. He finds there's a faint tinge of pink on the apples of his cheeks and he can't help the goofy grin that stretches over his teeth as Jinki blinks down at him in utter bewilderment.
"But why wou-""Because you're my snuggle bunny~"

"Oh my god, don't." he covers his face with both hands and Jonghyun snickers, pulling at his wrists.

He continues spewing embarrassingly sweet nicknames and general cutesy talk as he wrestles the other man. Jinki just tries to sing over his voice and it quickly becomes a tug of war match over control of the elder's hands. He tries not to laugh as Jinki reaches around him, digging his fingers into his ribs. It tickles but they're frantically reaching, grabbing and pulling.

For a moment, Jonghyun imagines that once they're done wrestling, he can kiss Jinki on the lips and tell him "I love you." - I love you, I love you, I love you - before they snuggle back into bed. Maybe they'd make love and Jinki would whimper his name. Or instead, maybe they'd roll out of bed and make breakfast for lunch. Possibly spend their Saturday wondering the streets just to find something to do.

But as he grips the other man's wrists in his hands and pushes them into the strewn pillows above his head, they stare at one another, chests heaving as they try to catch their breath. Their legs are tangled in the blanket and it's tangible, the tension that rises like mist on a chilly night.

"We should...go."

And before Jonghyun can imagine all the other lives they could lead in alternate universes and different times in the world's existence, he's snapped back into reality. He nods, smiling instantly as he leans back but doesn't release the other's hands.

"I win, again."

"It's not my fault you're a gym freak." Jinki struggles against him in order to sit up, not making eye contact.

Jonghyun laces their fingers together, making Jinki look up from underneath his eyelashes and he simply smiles back at the other man as he stands from the bed. He yanks on his hand.

"Let's go get castrated, roommate."

Jonghyun hopes the dull pain in his chest fades away before tonight. There are clients to please and bodies to sell. He can't be getting distracted now.

based off this random edit i seen awhile back. this has been sitting on my phone since forever ago...
so i hope there aren't too many horribly blinding mistakes. ;~;

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.

drabble! not a perfect fit [jongyu, g]

2011-08-13T05:25:45Z

not a perfect fit
jongyu, g
fluff, romance, life?

won't somebody come on in and tug at my seams?
oh, send your armies in of robbers and thieves
to steal the state i'm in
i don't want it anymore »

The smell of coffee and cigarettes linger in the barren rooms they call an apartment, a humble abode.

The mattress on the floor and the television on top of a heavy wooden box they found somewhere down 7th street are probably the only things they have to fill it while still looking home-y. There's a table and two mismatched chairs, with a vase full of random flowers that were rather beautiful when first placed there but lay limp over the rim in the middle. A centerpiece.

There is a bookcase full of ratty notebooks, novels, magazines and folders filled with paper. A coffee machine sits on the small counter space next to the oven, sitting where a toaster would usually sit. It was a toss up between caffeine or burnt toast and no matter how much they love spending their well earned money on overly expensive lattes, they decided it would be easier to make it at home.

Also, Jonghyun plans for an acoustic guitar, nothing too expensive, maybe even second hand. It would probably sound better, richer. Then maybe a keyboard and an electric, just because an electric creates a whole new range of music he can play with. Then maybe a turntable or a mixer, better yet computer. So that will take up a lot of space.

Jinki thinks that a proper work desk would probably be nice, somewhere he can write without feeling like he's taking over the small space of their kitchen. Possibly a light bulb for the fridge whenever he gets around to going to the hardware store. It's far too hard to look for food in the middle of the night. Maybe a home phone too, one where they can hide from work for a day if they must. Cellphones can be too convenient.

There is an art piece leaned against the wall, neither framed nor mounted, given as a house-warming gift too long ago to remember. A dresser sits in the corner just beneath the window that looks like it holds only a few pieces of clothing when compared to the pile on the floor, sat right beside it. The trip to the coin wash has been skipped.

It's all about sacrifice.

But Jonghyun sacrifices far too much and Jinki wishes he didn't feel like he was the reason why.

Yet Jinki gives far too much and Jonghyun wishes he had more to contribute to their lives together.

Let's run away. Let's go somewhere nobody knows us.

The futon is sagging on one side, leaking out of it's metal container. There are jackets, boots, scarves and all things essential for winter crammed into the small closet by the front door. Probably a few other things they've thought lost in amongst the mess inside. It feels like forever ago and not-so-long-ago at the very same time but winter is creeping up on them once again and it can't be 6 months since they moved in, has it?

It barely looks lived in.

But when Jonghyun whispers I love you in the darkness of a night they're finally able to spend laying next to one another, none of it really matters actually. And Jinki will kiss him in return because he's never been good with his own emotions, much less anyone else's.

The smell of dust and paper lingers in the barren rooms they call home.

idk, i'm tired ;~;
concrit, improper grammar, whatever is welcome. ♥
thank you,sansunparapluie ;~;

between the sheets [jongyu, nc-17]

2011-02-01T08:39:09Z

between the sheets

jongyu, nc-17
frot, non-penetrative sex

tracing patterns in the maze of your back
softly, softly the goose bumps like that
and then a kiss...
maybe another,
and another one »

A cold snap has hit Seoul and the floors aren‘t heated due to the boiler having been shut off. A few broken pipes somewhere in the lower floors. They were given room heaters that should do for the night. But it still doesn’t fix the fact that it’s so cold. Jinki lays there wondering if they should just take a taxi and check into a hotel.
The click of the door opening catches his attention, followed by bare feet padding across the hardwood floor towards his bed. Jinki can tell it’s Jonghyun because of the lack of slippers or socks the other members would have otherwise - smartly - worn.

“You awake?” he hears him barely whisper into the darkness.

Jinki wants to ignore him. But he’ll be awake for awhile longer, he can feel it. He’s too wired from who knows what. He sighs, breaking the silence.

“Yeah.”

“Good!” Jonghyun exclaims, pulling up the covers and slipping easily into the space on the mattress that Jinki doesn’t quite occupy.

Jinki turns towards the wall and shifts forward slightly to give them some room.

But as expected, Jonghyun curves in close around him, “I‘m cold.”

“Well, if you wore more then just boxers, maybe you wouldn‘t be.”

Jonghyun slips his foot between the both of his and he wants to kick him away just to be mean. But decides that’s too much work. Though, it might warm him up abit...

“I already think I‘m overdressed as it is. Being naked is natural.”

Jinki says nothing as he closes his eyes and tries not to picture when he’s accidentally walked in on a changing, bathing or sleeping Jonghyun and practically seen the other man naked on countless occasions. The apple of his cheeks warm significantly.

Soft, even breaths on the back of his neck spread goose bumps across his skin. Jonghyun throws an arm around him and pulls him close to his chest. A shiver runs through him almost immediately as the younger man nuzzles into the back of his neck and lips barely brush over the knob of his spine.

“You’re so warm.” Jonghyun sighs, hot breath easing over his skin and he feels heat rise all over the wrong places. He tightens his thighs and cringes ever so slightly. But he’s not going to lie, his hand doesn’t quite cut it and the lack of space between them is getting a little unbearable.

Okay, so maybe in the beginning he’s had a few dreams where he’s done some questionably sexual things with - or to - his band mates. But now, it’s awkward and uncomfortable to think of any of them in that manner. Yet, still, as the five of them try to pick up the natural flow of the choreography to any new song, he can’t help but watch Jonghyun’s reflection move and dance in the mirror. Or when they sit at the table to finally eat a meal together, he can’t keep his mind off of the way the slightly younger man licks his chopsticks.

Maybe he likes the way Jonghyun slings his arm around his shoulders sometimes, just because. Maybe he likes the feel of his hand in his or the way his smile looks in the darkness of their van during long rides back home from some performance. Maybe he just really, really, really likes Jonghyun.

Jonghyun’s hand runs slowly up and down along Jinki’s arm. But as he’s about to turn his head and ask the younger man to move over a bit, said man presses his nose to Jinki’s neck again, shifting his weight on the mattress and practically throwing a leg over the side of Jinki’s hip.

He opens his mouth in an attempt to say something but Jonghyun interrupts before a proper question or statement can form in his mind or on his tongue.

“Just…it‘s cold. We‘ll freeze to death.”

His mouth closes with an audible clap as he blinks up at the other and says nothing, Jonghyun’s eyes search his face for some sort of disagreement. But a hot flush rises up along his neck as he feels Jonghyun’s fingers slip underneath his shirt. Their eyes connect and Jinki doesn’t try to hide the fact that, yeah, he wants to do this. Whatever this is.

And probably more then he expected because his chest practically lifts in excitement.

As Jonghyun throws a knee over his hips, he shifts his own weight to lay flat against the bed and allows the other to straddle him properly. Jonghyun runs his hand up over his abdomen, dragging his shirt upwards along with it and leaving the fabric just below his chin. He precedes to run his hands down along Jinki’s arms, interlocking their finger together and lifting them above his head. Letting go, he grips his wrists and locks Jinki’s hands against the headboard with one of his own.

He arches slightly as Jonghyun grinds his hips down and rubs his free hand over his chest, purposely pressing his fingers to now hardening nipples. Squeezing his eyes closed, he squirms as the other’s hand precedes to move downwards and fingers move slowly across sensitive skin, nails scrape over ticklish spots along his body. And before he can really register it, there’s a hand reaching between Jonghyun’s legs and fingers dipping into his pajama pants. He gasps at the pressure placed over his clothed cock as the younger man’s fingers curve around it.

“J-Jonghyun,” is all he can mumble as he tries to cant his hips upward.

Bucking his hips, he groans as the other man thumbs over the bulge and squeezes his wrists. He peers up from beneath his eyelashes at Jonghyun and finds him intently watching his reaction, lids heavy above his eyes and lips parted ever so slightly. He tries to think of something to say, something to either stop this or make sure he’s not the only one who feels his heart stuttering inside his chest. Because when he looks at the other man, it’s like he can actually feel his heart fluttering against his ribcage.

Jonghyun leans down to nuzzle up the side of his throat - that Jinki can’t help but expose further - and puffs quick, hot breaths over his skin. He noses along his jaw line and places a soft peck to his chin, then another to his lips. Jinki’s eyes slip closed once again as he lifts his head and hardens the kiss, melding his lips to the younger man’s plush flesh.

It’s slow and gentle, a simple move of lips on lips. Jinki’s chest squeezes at the gentle way Jonghyun curves his hand around the back of his neck and pulls him closer, having released his hands. But it’s not long before the other’s tongue swipes across the seam of Jinki’s lips, looking for a way in and the palm of the younger man’s other hand presses over his cock once again. He whimpers as he parts his lips and the slick muscle swirls inside his mouth.

His body is being heated immensely by the thought of Jonghyun’s tongue, his lips and every other part of is body. Jinki’s mind runs wild with images and things he wants to do to and with him.

Once they part for air, his head is swaying and swirling. Both of Jonghyun’s hands are roaming wildly across his body. He grips the pillow, just to ground himself, to make sure he doesn’t pass out and places one hand in the thickness of Jonghyun’s hair. Th younger man mouths down along his jaw, tongue making a lazy circle just behind his earlobe as he glides a trail of slick wetness down the side of his neck and along his collarbone. A shiver rakes down his spine.

As the tingle of someone's hands all over his body sets in, he combs his fingers through the dark brown tresses already between his fingers. With the other, he reaches out to run his fingers down Jonghyun’s chest. Just to feel the hard muscle underneath soft flesh. Jonghyun reaches down once again and gropes around in the folds of his pajama pants more frantically then before. He gasps as fingers actually grip the bare flesh of his cock, warm hand moving up and down the length. A slow moan reverberates from his chest as he bucks up wildly.

Jinki fumbles with his thoughts and emotions but before he can really think about any of it, he reaches into the opening of the other man’s boxers and takes a hold of his cock as well. He feels his face heat up exponentially at the way Jonghyun‘s mouth hangs open and hips roll all slow and sexy. He works the heated flesh like he likes and watches the other with so much want to just jerk him off right then and there, burn the image of him coming into his brain forever.

But Jonghyun grabs his wrist and gently tugs on it, “Wait, wait.”

His eyes flutter open and Jinki thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He leans down and presses their foreheads together.

“Should we…be doing this?” he whispers, breathlessly.

Jinki blinks at him, the feel of his length heavy in his hand as he tries to come up with something logical to say to that. Jonghyun further tugs on his wrist and he releases him unwillingly while Jonghyun also pulls his hand from the folds of his pants. He frowns slightly, panic setting in. He wonders if he’s trying to stop this before it gets too far. Before it's too hard to stop.

“I…want to. I've always w-”

He stops himself and shifts his gaze as Jonghyun stares into his eyes expectantly. Fear swirls in his gut and he wants to hide, crawl into someone else's bed and tell them that he loves one of their band mates and that he's scared to tell said band mate because everything will change. Everything will get so complicated and hard to deal with. He wants to hide in someone's arms.

“Me too.” he mumbles back, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

He swears his heart is singing as he bites his bottom lip to hide the smile threatening to burst across his lips, impatience skittering across his body. Jonghyun’s exhale washes over his face and he can smell the mint from their toothpaste. He can almost taste it as he takes it in and holds the other’s breath in his lungs. Jonghyun opens his eyes and Jinki feels like he’s been caught doing something strange.

“I love your lips.” he whispers, inching back a little.

Jinki blushes as he stares unabashedly at his lips, running his fingers over them. He sighs, opening his mouth ever so slightly at the caress. Jonghyun rubs his thumb across them and Jinki intentionally darts his tongue out to lick the digit. The younger man looks transfixed as he presses his thumb into Jinki’s mouth and he takes it in willingly. The thought that Jonghyun might want to slip his cock into Jinki’s mouth like this makes him whimper, suck a little harder and swirl his tongue over and over.

Jonghyun pulls his fingers from his mouth and replaces them with a tongue. Jinki’s mouth practically waters as they kiss open-mouthed and sloppy. He arches up once again and Jonghyun pinches a nipple. He groans, trying to roll his hips up against the other man. Trying for a little friction. Just a little more. He’s so unbelievably hard, that it’s almost painful.

“Well, since this is our first time...” he says, mouth still pressed to his.

A burn of embarrassment spreads over his body as he catches the smirk the younger man gives him while he shimmies down his body and yanks Jinki’s pants to his knees. He yelps at the sudden jostle and practically moans as the air hits heated flesh and eyes gaze over his partially naked frame. Slapping a hand over his own eyes, he fights the urge to end this faster then he wants out of pure embarrassment and the fact that all of this is far too much for him to handle at the moment.

“God, you‘re so fucking- I…”

Jonghyun’s words hang in the awkward stillness and Jinki doesn‘t bother to remove his hand. Until he feels the other moving around on the bed. He peeks over and finds the other fumbling with the drawers of the nightstand.

“Do you have any lube?”

A chill of excitement and fear tremors through his body as he leans over and opens the top drawer. After much random groping inside the drawer’s messy contents and Jonghyun placing random kisses to his shoulder, he pulls out the tube of clear cherry flavoured lube. He lays back on the bed, hands the tube to the other man and covers his face once again with the crook of his elbow.

“Nice.”

“Shut up.”

Jonghyun chuckles and Jinki can’t help but smile as he feels himself being straddled once again. “I like cherry too. Not passing any judgement.”

“Oh god.“ he rubs both hands over his face as he tries to rub the blush from his cheeks.

“Also, why would you need lube? Who have you been fucking?”

There’s a serious tone to his question, despite trying to make it sound light-hearted. Jinki looks up to find him squirting some of it into his palm, focusing far too hard on the clear gel then need be.

“Myself?”

He stops squeezing the death out of the poor bottle, which makes an obscene noise as he peers up at him. “Well, I- okay.” clearing his throat, he rubs the lube all over his one hand.

“Here we go~”

The thought that Jonghyun is beyond cute disappears as he reaches down and slathers the thick liquid along his own length. A sigh softly passes through parted lips and Jinki tries not to whimper again, his midsection swirling eagerly as he watches intently. The thought of Jonghyun still wearing his boxers doesn’t really register as he squirts more lube into his palm and precedes to warm it up. He moves down a bit lower along his legs and straddles his thighs. Jinki’s momentarily confused by what exactly the plan is here but Jonghyun leans down and practically lays on top of him while now slicking up Jinki's cock. He gasps at the wet warmth of his palm and looks down to find they’re both inside Jonghyun's grip. Jinki’s mouth drops open as the other's hand works them both, moving up and down slowly.

“Oh.” he swallows the lump in his throat as Jonghyun peers up at him and grins.

“Good?”

“I- yeah.”

“Good.”

Jonghyun leans down and places his lips to Jinki’s neck, softly licking his pulse point, which has shot up in speed at such a great leap that he’s doesn’t understand how he’s not having a heart attack by now. The younger man hums pleasantly as he rolls his hips to Jinki’s. He lets himself moan ashamedly into Jonghyun‘s ear, gripping the younger man’s free arm in order to try steady himself, to make sure this is as real as he’s ever felt before, that the hazy cloud of ecstasy hanging over his senses is as ethereal as he can ever get. Besides dying. Maybe he is dying.

Fingers curve over the heads of their shafts and he arches underneath him, grip tightening on the other's bicep and moving his other hand up to tug on Jonghyun’s hair with more force then he probably means to. But he doesn’t care at this point as he peers down once again and finds it oddly attractive to have himself pressed against Jonghyun’s cock, his fingers moving around their shafts.

An odd noise rises from his throat and he rolls his hips again and again. Jonghyun does the same and they’re staring at one another. He stares at the younger man’s mouth, the way his lips are parted and very audibly breathing heavy, hot breaths. His tongue darts out to lick the corner of his mouth and Jinki can’t help the violent twitch of his body, squirming underneath the other man.

Jinki pulls Jonghyun down to cling to him, to wrap his arms around and feel his body pressed to his. He thrusts upwards again and the other man is groaning, arm working wildly as his body tenses. Jinki feels everything blur around the edges as hips hit so hard against his, he’s sure they’ll bruise. But as the pace escalates, the realization that the warmth and slickness around his length is from Jonghyun tips him over the edge.

He gasps and moans, groans and swears quite loudly. His body almost hurts as muscles tense and the heat of his orgasm explodes all over his skin and the tendrils of white spread over his lower stomach. Not far off, Jonghyun is also thrusting forward harshly, letting out a strangled moan as he cums just as hard. Jinki can’t let go of the vice-like grip he has on the other man above him because the sensitivity buzzing all over is nerves.

“Wow.” Jonghyun half laughs after a few seconds, collapsing on top of him.

“Shit.” he whimpers, trying to pry himself off the other.

The younger man leans his weight to the side and slips off him, leg still around his waist. He rolls over, nuzzling into the crook of Jonghyun's neck. The fuzzy, drowsiness of his post-orgasm begins pulling him into a hazy, warm feeling that is far to comfortable to fight.

“We have to clean up.”

Jinki doesn’t bother to reply besides a hum of acknowledgment as he gropes around for Jonghyun’s hand to hold.

“Can we do this more often?”

This time he nods, smelling the musky scent of Jonghyun’s sweat along his neck.

“I love you.” is all he can say, trying hopelessly to fight the heavy weight of his eyelids and the pressure of sleep.

“I…love you too.”

Jinki feels Jonghyun’s hand interlock with his and squeeze.

+

He squints up into the half-light of an early morning and nuzzles his face into the pillow. He groans, stretching his legs out. His foot connects with something solid. But not as solid as the wall. Peeking over through one eye, he finds Jonghyun facing him, arm still wrapped around him.

A smile spreads over his mouth as he wiggles up to the younger man.

“Finally up?”

He feels his cheeks warm as he’s pulled closer to Jonghyun’s chest, “Yeah.”

“Good because we’re half an hour late.”

+

“WHAT!?”

Taemin steps out of his and Kibum’s shared room, yawning and squinting down the hall at the sudden ruckus. As a bedroom door flies open, the owner of said room goes skidding by and into the bathroom. Jonghyun is on his heels, yelling after him and grinning cheekily as he also enters the washroom.

"Morning, Taemin-ah~" The door locks.

He quietly curses them for being so loud at such an ungodly hour on their first day off since who knows when. And also for the fact that he has to pee.

Mumbling under his breath, he wonders if there’s an empty bottle still in the recycling bin and whether or not this means Jinki and Jonghyun have finally began having sex.

i just needed to write some smut.
late for work and can't re-read. concrit or concerns are very welcome~

EDIT:

idk why people feel the need to plagiarize -> KinoDino's "fic" Ch.4 & Ch.5

all for one person [jongyu, g]

2011-01-21T23:51:06Z

all for one person
jongyu, g
fluff, romance

I can feel your heart beat through my shirt.
This was all I wanted, all I want.
It's all I want. »

Jinki sits and wonders whether he should tell Jonghyun how he feels. Then wonders how exactly he could explain the feelings he’s overcome with when Jonghyun’s in his presence or when he smiles or tells him a stupid joke. Like that one he’d heard Changsun tell in the middle of Music Theory class that had the entire classroom burst into laughter. Jinki decided he’d laugh anyways because it was probably one of those jokes you had to be there to get because it didn’t really make sense. But he laughed anyways just to see the younger man’s eyes alight with happiness.

A smile twitches across his mouth as he recalls the eager way Jonghyun looks for acceptance and appraisal. Ever since they first met, he's always looked like a puppy waiting for a 'Good boy~' or a treat.

He picks at the label of the vitamin water he’s drinking and feels defeated. He’s been over and over all of this before. He’s decided over and over again that it’s never a good idea to leave his heart on the table for Jonghyun to do with as he so pleases. But he knows Jonghyun wouldn’t be so malicious as to just throw it away or ignore it completely Because no matter how selfish or ridiculous he may be on the outside, he’s actually probably the nicest person he’ll ever call his friend.

But what if he doesn’t want to just call him his friend anymore? What if he wants to hold hand and tell him he’s beautiful and that he thinks his voice is beyond amazing? Maybe kiss him every chance he gets?

Sighing heavy and deep, he checks his watch and realizes Jonghyun’s late like usual and that he’ll probably blame Kibum or Dongwoon, or both of them for that matter.

“I’m sorry!” he yells dramatically, skidding in through the door. The librarian reprimands him for being loud and he bows apologetically around in a circle and yells out another apology so everyone else who isn‘t already staring, stares.

Jinki tries not to laugh as she warns him that if he doesn’t tone it down, she’ll kick him out. He bows once again and barely whispers another apology. She looks ready to throw a book at his head as he turns on his heels and grins as his eyes land on him.

“Sorry.” He pulls out the chair next to him and flops down, “Wow, I’ve been saying that a lot today.” he chuckles, throwing his stuff all over the table and starts digging through his bag.

“It’s alright.”

“Hey! Do you think you could give my song a listen?” he grins winningly while pushing the large earphones at him.

He’s been working on it for weeks and not once shown Jinki the lyrics or let him hear the musical composition. He was a little hurt, but he thought that maybe it was his way of trying to make the song by himself, without the various opinions of other people that could otherwise muddy it up.

"I guess." he sighs, while Jonghyun shoots him a look.

Jinki takes them and places them over his ears as the other man navigates his way through the thousands of songs on there and finally hits play. He smiles at Jonghyun as he places the Ipod onto the table and nervously rubs his hands together, not looking at him. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

It’s slow and steady and something he can probably listen to while staring out into nothingness as night turns to day. When he’s in the rut of continuous self analysis he gets into every once in awhile. There's a techno-y feel to it. But he can still here the instruments underneath it..The heavy beat of the bass drum.

I'm running out of ways to make you see,
I want you to stay here beside me.
I won't be okay and I won't pretend I am,
So just tell me today and take my hand.
Please take my hand,
Please take my hand.

Jinki wonders if Jonghyun is purposely trying to break his heart or make him feel like he’s about to explode from the sheer amount of possibilities that are running rampant through his head at the speed of light. All the little things he thought only he thought about and all the little moments only he thought he remembered. All the emotions he thought only he was feeling.

He’s too scared to open his eyes as his heart races, races so fast he can practically hear his heartbeat in the shell of his ear overpower the music.

Just say yes, just say there's nothing holding you back.
It's not a test, nor a trick of the mind,
Only love.

He hears the music fade as the earphones are removed and he barely registers even that before the feel of lips are pressed to his and I love you I love you I love you is whispered to them. He opens his eyes and can visualize the look on his face as Jonghyun smiles at him, mere inches from his face.

“Smitten. I wanted to add that in there somewhere, but Hweesung-hyung thought it didn’t fit the song very well.”

“Oh.” he glances down at his textbook and finds the lyrics sitting there in full.

“Minho thought it was cheesy. I did too…but, y’know.”

Jinki smiles up at him and tries not to smile as hard as he is because the apples of his cheeks are hurting. Hurting so good.

Just say yes, cause I’m aching and I know you are too.
For the touch of your warm skin,
As I breathe you in.

“So,” the younger man clears his throat and hiding a smile behind his fist, “Opinions?”

“I-” he swallows the lump in his throat that feels like it has been permanently lodged in there since the beginning of college. “Yeah. I love you.”

His face is warm and tingling and he can’t help the smile still plastered stupidly across his face. The other man’s mouth drops open for a split second before he clears his throat again. His cheeks are a pretty pink and Jinki want’s to brush his fingers along them just to see how warm they are.

“I love you too, loser.” he whispers back, placing another kiss to the corner of his mouth.

just in case: Changsun = Joon (MBLAQ) & Hweesung = Wheesung
idk, i just needed to write something cute.
leave me some lovin'~

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sky's the limit [minkey, nc-17]

2010-10-09T19:26:37Z

sky's the limit
minkey, nc-17
sex, romance

She brought weekend boys home in her curls
She said, "My love is a fever.
Come on, touch my skin.
They all think I'm easy,
I'm easy, cause I let them win." »

There’s something in the way the lights are flashing, disguising everything in this dark, humid place that makes his heart race even faster and all the people he passes turn into his best friend. The burning in the back of his throat is hard to ignore, so he takes a lime and squeezes it into his mouth, sucking the juice and savouring the way the sour etches itself onto his face.

People sing and chant, so he joins in because he knows every single one of the songs banging beats against his eardrums. It’s like a dream, the haze of sweat, perfume, cologne and body odours is overwhelming. There are more guys then girls and he basks in it, uncaring whether or not they’re judging him for dancing the way he is.

Because there are people grabbing him, pressing his body against theirs’ and it doesn’t matter whether or not they’re male or female, all he cares about is whether or not they can keep up. The flow of body against body is intoxicating, so human and feral that it’s hard to comprehend one’s self compared to the mass that is a crowd full of pheromones, hormones and sex.

The bartender is tall and long, attractive with big, round eyes and long hair tied back in a loose ponytail that isn’t quite holding all of his hair together. The strands curve in close to his neck - just right – and around his ears.

“You’re drunk. I’m not serving you anymore.” The frown looks nothing like the smile he was given when he first entered the club.

“Why? It’s not like I can’t go to another bartender!”

I bet you know I won’t, though.

The taller man shakes his head and leans over the bar to a small girl with long, red-lacquered fingernails and a short bob. She presses her order to his ear and he turns away, not making eye contact as he pulls out the nozzles and fills the plastic cup with different liquor.

He doesn’t hide the smile that dances across his face.

+

His eyes are sharp and tongue even more so. His waist dips inwards in just the right way that makes one want to put their hands on his hips, wrap an arm around and just hold close. But the way he’s wreathing under the music’s pulse is intimidating. He was never much of a dancer.

The only time he ever dared to enter the mass of human bodies was when there was enough alcohol in his system to kill a few more brain cells then he had planned on losing in one night. But he’s drawn into the cold gaze of the other boy - a little too drunk and a little too cocky – and it’s like he’s fighting the lift of gravity, something baiting him.

I’m going to lose this one.

“You’re already at your limit with me, go to-“

“The sky is the limit, there’s no stopping me.”

“Oh?”

Cocking an eyebrow, it’s almost closing and everything’s hazy. There’s an odd, slightly off-beat pounding in his ears though and he can feel a slight burn along the shell of it, where the other boy’s lips had purposely brushed against. Kissed.

He leans back and shakes his head. He shouldn’t be doing this, thinking of taking a drunk customer home with him. Not that he hasn’t had that thought before. But this time around, he knows that other won’t leave him alone without an invitation.

“So when are you off?”

“Later.”

“I just might wait around until later.”

He lets the corner of his mouth quirk upwards as he continues with clearing off the bar of the empty cups and spilled liquids, catching the other man sway off towards the dance floor once again from the corner of his eye.

There is an itch that covers his body, hairs standing up unexpectedly and goosebumps tingling his skin. He can feel someone scrutinizing him. Chancing a glance across the crowd, he finds the other man staring at him while grinding shamelessly with someone. But he finds he doesn’t care who the other is as he watches his hips move and swirl.

Damn.

+

“You can call me Key.” he announces once the lights are on and the music dimmed to a low hum.

He stares relentlessly at the man on the other side of the bar, not caring to hide the confidence he’s brimming with tonight. Maybe it’s because he’s out alone, no one around to compare himself to and feel self-conscious over. Or maybe it’s because the two shots of tequila he had earlier in the night, he doesn’t know.

And even with the lights on and the air still a cloud of smoke and heat, he can’t fight the sudden urge to run his fingers along the plump lips of the sexy, tall man stood throwing cups into the large garbage bin.

“What can I call you?”

“Minho.”

He doesn’t care whether it’s blaringly obvious that he wants the other man to fuck him into the mattress. A smirk plasters itself to his lips - but he’s can’t be too sure, his lips are numb - and he stares at the long lithe body in front of him.

“So, Minho, how far do you live?”

*

They all told him he was an idiot for falling into the game so easily. But they didn’t catch the burn in the other’s hooded eyes as he swayed, fucking rubbed himself all over someone else on the dance floor while staring straight at him.

He smiles, lips pink and pretty - fuckable, “Do you live alone?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Just wondering how loud we can get.”

Shaking his head once again, he laughs into the silence of the taxi and wonders how awkward the driver must feel. He looks up to find the driver staring at them from the rear-view mirror. Actually, not at them per-say, but at the one sitting next to him. The aura he has is attention-catching, to say the least.

An arm curves under his and he can feel the smooth, paleness almost burn against his skin. Their hands intertwine and lock quite nicely.

*

He pushes his body against the taller man’s slender frame and sandwiches it between himself and the elevator door. Everything about him feels hot and hard.

He’s a good head taller, just tall enough for Kibum to glide an open mouth along his jaw line and down the side of his neck. Flicking his tongue along the smooth skin, he dares himself to find his pulse point. Just to make it even more fun.

The gasp he receives is enough to get him going, the curl of desire in his stomach swirls viciously. His pants are tighter in the front then he can remember it feeling earlier. There are hands on his ass, pushing him closer and kneading the flesh and muscle. He bites back a groan as he scraps his teeth along the other’s collarbone while pulling the low v-neck to the side.

“How often do you do this?”

Kibum glances up and catches him squeezing his eyes closed as he purposely grinds their hips together.

“Not often. Only when I find someone worth it.”

It sounds cheesy and romantic in a way. He wants to take it back, say something icy and aloof. But the other man’s mouth Is on his, lips moving sumptuously over his own and tongue running dangerous along the seam.

The moan pops and reverberates in his throat.

Shit.

*

Slipping form the shower, he steps into the hallway and looks down towards the only room with a light on and knows it’s the bedroom.

“Can you pass me a towel?”

“Yeah.”

A chill makes a wave of goosebumps sprout across his skin as he places his hands on his hips and waits with a grin on and nothing else.

“I-” Minho looks lightly taken aback as he stops mid-step out of the bedroom.

He watches his eyes glide down his body and he fights the shiver of anticipation that skitters down his spine and through his veins.

“Here”

He catches the towel, “Thanks”
Minho lowers his head as he walks into the bathroom. He smirks, rubbing the towel over his damp hair and heading towards the bedroom.

*

There’s nothing he can do but groan, staring down at the obvious bout of arousal sat pointedly between his legs as he attempts to adjust the towel in a way that’ll make it less obvious. But instead, the rub of fabric just makes it all the more painful.

Half limping, half strutting into the hall, he’s not surprised find Kibum splayed out over his bed.

But it does take him a second to register the other fisting himself lazily.

“It takes you too long to shower.”

*

He doesn’t know exactly how it happens or when but it’s not like he’s going to resist. Go with the flow.

But his hips push upwards urgently as he feels the smaller man swivel his body on top of his, looking ridiculously sexy. Like this is where he was always meant to be. A roar of want expands in his stomach as the other rubs their bodies together. He suddenly feels like he wants to own him, keep him forever and not let anyone else see this kind of thing.

Pulling him down for a kiss, he moves his hands dangerously over every dip and curve of the other’s body. Smooth and hot to the touch, he wonders whether the other guy’s would kill to do this. But tonight is his night.

“You’re pretty.” he sighs, as he straightens up.

“I know.”

*

He sighs, releasing Kibum from his mouth for a second and trying desperately not to let himself become too enveloped in the heat and tightness of the other’s mouth. Flicking out his tongue, he lick the slit of his cock. The taste of pre-cum lingers at the back of his throat as he takes as much of the other in his mouth once again, working his tongue around and around.

He’s thanked with a strangled moan.

“I want you to fuck me already.” he whispers to the head of his cock and proceeds to take him back between swollen lips.

*

On all fours on top of the bed, he groans into the silence as fingers press inside him in search of the spot. He pushes back, urging the other to continue spreading him open. But as two fingers press into his prostate, he clenches down.

His entire body feels like it tenses for a second - or more - as he’s touched and urged into saying something that’ll later embarrass him. So he doesn’t and instead gasps as the digits slowly undo him.

“You okay?” a hand smoothes over his lower back and along his hip.

“Just … hurry up.” he demands, glancing over his shoulder to glare at the other man.

But he supposes it wasn’t much of a glare because Minho’s face hardens and a third finger is being eased in.

“Fuck!” he groans, reaching down to touch himself.

*

He not sure who’s making the noise anymore and whether or not they’ve been doing this for far too long. The heat and pulse of the other filling him repeatedly makes his mind swim a losing fight against the constant waves of pleasure running through his veins. Grasping for anything and everything to hold onto, keep him grounded and steady, he takes to holding Minho’s forearms.

The air is stifling and it’s hard to catch a breath as they move. He feels awkward when he opens his eyes to find the other staring up at him like that. Like this isn’t quite what he expected but so much better. Like this was meant to be and not just a simple urge to release some pent up energy.

Maybe it wasn’t, maybe Kibum wanted to make his mark on the other.

His entire body is hit hard by a red flush of embarrassment. It feels heavy and unfamiliar,

“Could you be anymore exciting?”

“Sometimes.”

Leaning down, he presses his mouth to the sensitive skin of the other’s neck and this time he does find the vein. Pulsing, ringing inside the tubes of flesh straight from his heart.

But he’s not sure if it’s really his own pulse he feels in his tongue.

*

It’s bright, far roo early and he knows it as he squints around. He doesn’t remember seeing the various soccer jersey’s that hang from the back of the door, nor does he remember the few trophy’s topped off with golden figures kicking a little ball from last night neither.

Throwing the blanket over his head, he wonders if he should just leave. Collect his clothes and sneak out.

“Are you finally awake?”

He kicks the blanket in response, “Go away.”

“C’mon, get up.”

The blanket is tugged on. He grips it tighter.

“Let’s go get coffee. Then I’ll drive you home.”

Home. Oh yeah.

“Just … let me get dressed.”

There’s a moment’s silence. So he pulls the blanket down below his eyes. But as he does, the other man pops into view from the side of the bed and before he can even finish his yelp of surprise, the other man is yanking the blanket off.

“Stop it, pervert!”

They struggle for a awhile. It’s a losing fight, he’s tired and his body aches. As he yells at the other man, he finally let’s go.

“Fine.”

He glances over, gripping the remaining amount of blanket he possesses to his waist. Minho drops this towel, hands on hips and grin in place.

“Now we’re both naked. Just get off my bed so I can make it!”

He’s damp, obviously just got out of the shower, and looking like a fucking model. And Kibum doesn’t remember Minho being quite that fit last night. Then again, he can’t remember most of the night. He lets out a breath and makes eyes contact.

Letting a smile curve his lips, he quirks an eyebrow upwards and reaches out a hand.

“Fine, help me up.”

When the other’s hand connects with his, he yanks the taller man down. He momentarily regrets it once he gets the wind almost knocked out of him as the mass of flesh and bone lands on him. But the look of surprise is enough to make him smile. Tangling his fingers into damp hair, he presses his mouth to his ear.

“If you make your bed, you have to lie in it too.”

*

Breathing uneven and laboured, he presses their foreheads together and stares at the other man.

Fuck, he’s beautiful.

“Well, that was pretty lame.”

“Shut up, and just kiss me.”

He smirks as the other blushes, pressing his mouth to his.

*

You’re pretty.

Shut up.

let me know: good, bad, grammer mistakes, whatever ♥
i'll check it once i get back from work, there are probably some mistakes. :(

hello, sun [jongyu, g]

2010-08-13T02:59:14Z

hello, sun
jongyu, g
fluff, romance

Today is exactly your day
I'll do anything for you
I want to give you a small gift
That only I can give to you
I'll run to you now and confess »

There’s a gasping, bubbling breath seeping down his throat. It tastes like early mornings on the roof of their old high school, sipping coffee and nursing hangovers that leave you reeling on the balls of your feet. Even as the sun kicks up its heels and begins it’s daily dash across the sky - but yet to peek it’s head over the horizon -, it feels like time is trying to push it back under night’s spell. He wishes it would, just for today.

Sighing, he stares up at the colors decorated across the sky, both in welcome to the day and one last bid farewell to another party, another night.

“Think we should go home?”

The dew from the grass is seeping into his clothes and he shivers, “Probably.”

The other boy’s head suddenly blocks the wisps of clouds he was trying to distinguish between a rubber duck and a whale as he leans over him from his sitting position.

“My ass is wet and the next train will be here in a few minutes.”

“Yeah.”

There it is again, him being a complete asshole. He can’t help but want to push the other away, far away.

So many times they’ve ended up here, when they used to sneak out during their early summers as friends, just to feel alive. Or when the other couldn’t sleep because of some stupid assignment or essay and he was made to sit and watch him rack his brain for something intelligible before school.

The Han river has always been that place they would meet, even if by accident.

He watches the other stand up, slipping hands into his jacket pockets and looking more awkward then he can remember him ever looking. There’s a bitter taste at the back of his throat that has nothing to do with soju. He knows it’s coming.

“Hey.” he says, before Jinki can say anything.

Jinki keeps his back to him and continues to stare straight out at the very edge of the earth, where the sun will rise. And, like all the other times, the line between light and dark begins it’s creep up from behind and makes its way towards them, running down from the very top of the hill. He lifts his chin and Jonghyun imagines his eyes are closed.

“Hmm?”

It’s tumbling along the wet grass, getting closer and he’s resolved that he has to do this before the day starts. He flips over, pushes off his stomach and onto his feet.

“Jinki-hyung, I-“

“Formality doesn’t suit you well, Jonghyun.”

He’s smiling. Jonghyun can hear it in his voice and feel it in his own chest. But when he turns, with his eyes all wrinkled and teeth shining, his breath catches on something while on its way out of his lungs. Probably the lump in his throat.

“Don’t worry, Jonghyun. I know about you and Kibum-goon.”

His heart twangs something weird. Painful.

“It’s not like I expected us to always be like this. We’re already 20. I mean, we ... it wasn’t always going to be just us.”

‘We’re not what you think. It’s not like that at all.’ He wants to say.

He recalls the wicked heat of skin against skin and the scrap on his lip – which Jinki had asked about the day after –, made by an earring. The dark spot on the side of his neck, where the younger man’s mouth had sucked a tiny bruise into his skin, teeth harsh around it.

“There’s no such thing as forever. We‘ve had girlfriends and we don‘t go to the same school anymore so … ” He sighs, smiling still.

The sun is speeding up. No, he doesn’t want Jinki to remember the light’s heat on his face as something bittersweet.

“I ... I promise I won’t be an asshole. I’ll make you stupid healthy meals during exams and I’ll make you even stupider songs. W-We’ll go anywhere you want, whenever you want.”

He hates that he wants to cry, that he’s practically ripping open his chest and handing his heart over to the other.

“But I won’t let you dance with anyone else other than me, because then I’ll get jealous and I hate being jealous. Especially when ... I want what’s there. Like ... I don’t know. I just ... I-“

He looks down at his shoes and fights the tears that are building, burning. The ratty pair of Converse have seen him - them - through a few rough patches and a lot of good times. Warmth spreads in his chest and throughout his entire body as he remembers Jinki’s face, all snotty like a child, as he cried over his first failed attempt at love in junior high.

It was the first time Jonghyun had seen that much emotion on Jinki’s face, so fragile. Jonghyun likes to think he’s the only one to have ever seen the elder like that. Held him like that.

“I love you, Jonghyun.”

Looking back up at the other, he watches as the sun slips it’s arms around Jinki and washes him in a new day. He’s staring straight at him, eyes dark and scary serious. Jonghyun feels his chest compress and fill again, ready to burst open and spill forth everything an anything he‘s been holding within it.

This moment, his feelings and the look on Jinki's face are too much. All too much to take in. Might as well let it out.

“I was supposed to say it first.” He rubs his sleeve to his nose, sniffling in order to hide the tears that cling to his eyelids.

“You weren’t … even making sense.”

He watches Jinki swallow, lips fall open in order to say something else. But close again. Letting his gaze fall, he finds the limited view he has of the other’s collarbones a tease and he wants to pull his shirt off right then and there. Just to mark that body as his.

Stepping towards him, he grabs his wrist and brings their bodies together, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face inside the crook of Jinki’s neck.

“Whatever, I love you more.”

“Liar.”

Just as he’s about to pull away and glare at him, he’s embraced back, arms wrapped around him in return. He can feel the tears again. The guilt has been gnawing at his insides since that morning weeks ago. It was one night that they - Jonghyun and Kibum - wanted to forget. But they knew other people knew and they just happened to be the people they didn’t want to know.

‘Kibum and I were drunk. I was angry at you for leaving me for Taemin that night. So was he.‘ It’s petty. He’s petty.

“C’mon, let’s go home.” Jinki pulls away, but Jonghyun just buries his face further into his neck.

“What are yo-”

“Can we go to your place?”

He rubs his nose up the side of the elder’s neck, smelling the last lingering hint of cologne on his skin and brushes parted lips along his jaw line. The other is stiff in his arms and he can’t help the dirty smile that stretches across his face.

“I-” Jinki swallows audibly and lets the silence make him look even more stupid.

“We’ll cuddle.” He pulls away, but keeping his arms around Jinki and smiles innocently.

“I hate you.”

The elder is walking away as quickly as possible and Jonghyun is momentarily stunned as to how the other slipped out of his arms so easily. Not hiding his grin, he jogs after him and slips his hand into Jinki’s, limp at his side. He looks up and finds the other’s face is glowing a dusky red. Jinki zips up his jacket fully, burying his face into the high collar and clears his throat as he threads his fingers through Jonghyun’s.

He squeezes the hand in his and turns to look at the sun, rising lazily over the horizen.

Good morning.

“Stop staring, it‘s rude.”

“No, it’s love.”

“God, stop, please. Your poetry won’t work on me, Jonghyun.”

“Just wait until we get into bed, I’ll show you every trick up my sleeve. Or in my pant-”

Jinki leans in and plants an awkward kiss on the corner of Jonghyun’s mouth. Swiftly silencing him into a surprised stupor.

“Stop it, already.”

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brakes [jongyu, g]

2010-07-10T06:28:08Z

brakes
jongyu, g
fluff

Now it seems it was history
Thoughts from a past life
Now it seems only memories
Life making fast time »

Like a speeding train whizzing by at the very extent that the tracks will allow the metal container to move, barrelling down the underground passageways like a secret serpent that holds and carries people from one place to another. Or like the rumble of a motorcycle as it takes it’s first breath and the engine begins it’s raucous heartbeat, lighting a fire inside of the small, muscled machine that just wants to run. And when it’s finally kick-started, somehow makes it’s rider - feeling the whip of air as it blurs by everything - never want to stop.

Jinki clutches the strap of the backpack thrown over his shoulder, taking a deep breath through his nose and basking in the exhaust of the city‘s day, now ended. It used to give him headaches and it used to make his eyes tear up, the sting that pierced his senses.

But as he watched the carbon dioxide exhalers drive by him day by day, he began to wonder.

“Jinki, are you okay?”

“Hmm?” he hums, turning to his left and finding that usual look of apprehension that Kibum gives him half the time.

“Y-Yeah, sorry.”

“You should really stop doing that, one day you‘ll get hit by a car or something.”

Cringing as Kibum swats at his arm, he nods and turns back to stare out at the street. Vehicles stand waiting for the red-light to turn green again.

It’s Friday night and he wholeheartedly expected it to be a quiet night out, but instead he’s blindly dragged to one of those gatherings where friends of friends come to karaoke, eat, drink and be stupid. Or hook-up. Either way, Jinki knows that Kibum hasn’t brought him along just to show off how well he can sing nor how funny he can be.

Because when Kibum grabs his forearm and deliberately drags him across the room to introduce him to this slightly shorter, rather attractive brunette he’d eyed when they first arrived, Jinki realizes that Kibum might know his type a lot better then he gives him credit for.

“So Jonghyun,” he tries to say as conversationally as he can without leaking awkward all over his words, “How do you know Kibum?”

“We used to go to school together, primary and middle school. Lived around the same area.”

“Ah~”

“You guys went to high school together, right?”

His smile is inviting and all Jinki can do is return it, nodding dumbly as he takes a sip of his 4th drink tonight.

“Yeah, he told me a few nights ago. I called asking if I could crash at his place for a bit until I could find somewhere to live.”

“Oh? You don‘t live in Seoul?”

By the time they all decided to move the ever increasing rowdy party to a club, Jinki finds out that Kim Jonghyun is majoring in music composition, transferring from Kyungpook National University to Korea National University of Arts, that his voice is kind of really wonderful and he’s younger by a few months. There’s something brazen about him but oddly friendly. And that he can’t help but want to sit around and do nothing with him, crack a few jokes that most would find ridiculous but they’d end up laughing like idiots.

It is nice to know though that Kibum won’t equip him with any previously discussed information about a boy he thinks Jinki can charm into liking him.

By the time they’re dropped off at his apartment, catcalls and random profanities are being yelled at them from the car as it pulls away, horn honking. Kibum yells something about a condom and Jinki can feel his face flush a ridiculous pink.

The sun is just a few hours away from peering over the horizon and Jonghyun suggests they go to the Han river to greet it. Jinki wonders when he was written into some sappy love story.

But when the younger boy grabs his wrist and pulls him down the sidewalk, he relents. The concrete is spinning underneath his feet and he doesn’t see anything wrong with it. It’s not like he has class tomorrow - today - and anywhere to go otherwise.

So he hops, picking up speed as he begins to run. When he looks back, he catches the shock on the other boy’s face as he’s tugged forwards.

Jinki can’t remember the last time he’s been this breathless, his heart pounding loudly in the shell of his ear.

“So Kibum honestly said nothing about me?”

Jinki shakes his head and pictures the pleased grin that must be plastered all over the younger boy’s face as he relishes in the fact that he’s left Jinki feeling like his brakes have been cut and is barrelling down an unknown road since the beginning of the night, driving aimlessly in the dark.

“I thought we were going to see a movie or something.”

Jonghyun’s laugh makes his heart do this weird little jump in his chest. Because it feels like he’s showed him every inch of his brain, the little snippets of life he promised he’d never bore anyone with. Jonghyun is a surprisingly good talker.

“Wait, aren’t we supposed to be having sex?”

Jinki blinks at the other, stiffening at the very last word. But as he registers the look on the other’s face, he can’t help but laugh. He might still be a little drunk and a lot tired, but when he invited Jonghyun over to stay the night - morning, day, forever - he hadn’t even thought about it.

He wipes his eyes with his sleeve and tries to memorize how the other boy looks huddled up underneath his blanket, like the world doesn’t even matter - or that the sun is too bright to allow sleep.

But he’s positive he’ll remember the shocks on his tongue while their mouths were pressed together for a lazy kiss.

When they pull apart, he feels like he’s just been hit by bus.

Monday’s class is boring and he can’t help but loath math for making him this tired at two in the afternoon. But Jinki is surprised when the bus comes early - or is he? - and he steps up onto that great hall of moving seats. Plopping down on his usual seat right by the back doors, he presses his forehead to the window.

Life is moving endlessly, whirring past like a fast forwarded movie. People walking their dogs, running various shops and waiting at street corners. Jinki pushes the button and waits for the next stop. He steps down, shaking his head and catching himself in the middle of a prayer to God that the concrete doesn’t fall out from underneath him.

Might as well walk.

idk, concrit or concerns welcome.

the ache of skin and bones when two bodies collide

2010-06-14T22:37:16Z

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