romantically
rating: pg
pairings: kyung/taewoon
wc: 466
whoops i haven't written a thing in forever. another dumb ask.fm thing. the prompt was just "zico and kyung being bros" and i took it kind of literally.
"I can't believe you're actually doing this. I thought we were bros," Jiho whines, pressing his face against the sunlit window.
Kyung shoots him an incredulous glance in the mirror. "Seriously? Of all possible times you could choose to complain..." To be fair, he should've known that Jiho would wait until the last possible second to be dramatic about it.
Jiho ignores the look and picks at the curtains. "It's gross. You're gross."
Kyung just shakes his head and goes back to fixing his hair, which is already perfect thanks to the stylist noona, but it gives him something to do with his hands. He won't admit it, but he's grateful for Jiho's childish sulking -- it helps distract from his nerves, like how they'd always banter right before going on stage. Of course, Kyung can't remember ever being this nervous before a performance, and maybe Jiho picks up on this because he keeps going.
"You guys are gonna be fucking and stuff," he mumbles. There's a hint of jealousy, the same one that's always there whenever anyone or anything reminds him that he's the last virgin standing among them. Kyung snorts loudly.
"We've been fucking," he points out. "You've seen us fucking."
"Why do you continue to hurt me by reminding me of things," Jiho deadpans, and Kyung supposes it's a testament to how close they are as a group that somehow, even after moving out of the dorms, Jiho still hasn't quite grasped the necessity of knocking first. Kyung laughs -- the Woo brothers may not look all that much alike, but they share a lot of very similar expressions and horrified is one of them.
"Are you gonna be my best man, or do I have to swap you out for Jihoon?"
"Jihoonie won't even make it halfway through the ceremony before he starts crying like the giant baby he is."
"Good thing I have five more of you to choose from," Kyung retorts. It did work out nicely, that between Speed and Block B, they'd ended up with a large but even number of groomsmen. He tucks one final strand of hair behind his ear before straightening up and sighing uncertainly. "How do I look?"
Jiho moves from the window to stand behind him. His chin is obnoxiously heavy on Kyung's shoulder, but he's careful not to wrinkle his tuxedo or disturb the white orchid boutonniere that Minhyuk fought with for a good half hour to try and pin, before giving up and letting Jaehyo do it. They stare at their reflection in silence for a moment, until Jiho huffs and wraps his arms around Kyung's waist.
"Like my shithead best friend who's about to become my shithead brother-in-law," he says, full of pride and affection. Kyung grins wide, and Jiho slaps him hard on the stomach.
"Come on, let's go get you married."
pairings: kyung/taewoon
wc: 466
whoops i haven't written a thing in forever. another dumb ask.fm thing. the prompt was just "zico and kyung being bros" and i took it kind of literally.
"I can't believe you're actually doing this. I thought we were bros," Jiho whines, pressing his face against the sunlit window.
Kyung shoots him an incredulous glance in the mirror. "Seriously? Of all possible times you could choose to complain..." To be fair, he should've known that Jiho would wait until the last possible second to be dramatic about it.
Jiho ignores the look and picks at the curtains. "It's gross. You're gross."
Kyung just shakes his head and goes back to fixing his hair, which is already perfect thanks to the stylist noona, but it gives him something to do with his hands. He won't admit it, but he's grateful for Jiho's childish sulking -- it helps distract from his nerves, like how they'd always banter right before going on stage. Of course, Kyung can't remember ever being this nervous before a performance, and maybe Jiho picks up on this because he keeps going.
"You guys are gonna be fucking and stuff," he mumbles. There's a hint of jealousy, the same one that's always there whenever anyone or anything reminds him that he's the last virgin standing among them. Kyung snorts loudly.
"We've been fucking," he points out. "You've seen us fucking."
"Why do you continue to hurt me by reminding me of things," Jiho deadpans, and Kyung supposes it's a testament to how close they are as a group that somehow, even after moving out of the dorms, Jiho still hasn't quite grasped the necessity of knocking first. Kyung laughs -- the Woo brothers may not look all that much alike, but they share a lot of very similar expressions and horrified is one of them.
"Are you gonna be my best man, or do I have to swap you out for Jihoon?"
"Jihoonie won't even make it halfway through the ceremony before he starts crying like the giant baby he is."
"Good thing I have five more of you to choose from," Kyung retorts. It did work out nicely, that between Speed and Block B, they'd ended up with a large but even number of groomsmen. He tucks one final strand of hair behind his ear before straightening up and sighing uncertainly. "How do I look?"
Jiho moves from the window to stand behind him. His chin is obnoxiously heavy on Kyung's shoulder, but he's careful not to wrinkle his tuxedo or disturb the white orchid boutonniere that Minhyuk fought with for a good half hour to try and pin, before giving up and letting Jaehyo do it. They stare at their reflection in silence for a moment, until Jiho huffs and wraps his arms around Kyung's waist.
"Like my shithead best friend who's about to become my shithead brother-in-law," he says, full of pride and affection. Kyung grins wide, and Jiho slaps him hard on the stomach.
"Come on, let's go get you married."