blueberry haze
rating: pg-13 for drug use???? there's seriously nothing going on here except rabin being kinda high.
pairing: 93-line
wc: 960
more ask.fm. i'll spare you the details but essentially this resulted from ever-increasing mutilations of hongbin's name until we finally got to "bong hit."
Hongbin blinks up at the ceiling, trying to remember if his eyes were open or closed until just now. He feels like he's been sitting on Wonshik's couch forever, mouth numb and skin tingling, even though he knows it's probably only been about an hour. He's never been this high before -- he's never been high at all, actually, but it's dead week and since he hadn't felt like drinking, Wonshik had offered his bong as a study break alternative. He may have overdone it a little, insisting on taking another hit even though Wonshik had told him he might not feel a whole lot at first.
Next to him, Wonshik is watching him quietly, eyes droopier than usual and definitely a little red, just like his hair, but he looks way less out of it than Hongbin feels, even though Hongbin is pretty sure he did more -- the word "tolerance" escapes him at the moment.
Hongbin fidgets, or at least tries to. He wants to do... something. Go for a walk or a drive, outside, get some air that's less musky tasting than his throat. He imagines standing up and looking for his jacket, but he can't remember where he put it. Maybe Wonshik will let him borrow a hoodie. Hongbin thinks he would; Wonshik is nice like that, always bringing him coffee and waiting for him after class so they can walk across campus together, letting him borrow his laptop to check Park Hyoshin's fan cafe when they're studying on the quad. Hongbin wants to buy him chicken, because Wonshik is so nice and he really likes chicken.
"We should... go. We should go," he mumbles, scrubbing his bare feet against the carpet.
Wonshik raises his eyebrows, amused. "Go where?" he asks. He has nice eyebrows, Hongbin thinks, so nice that Hongbin is distracted and forgets to reply. He tries to touch them, but his hands, his everything, they're heavy and he just ends up twisting them together in the hem of his shirt. They're really, really nice eyebrows though. Wonshik's whole face is nice, actually, even though he knows Wonshik doesn't think so himself, but it is. Hongbin thinks he should tell him; it takes him a few attempts to swallow properly.
"You... like, you're... mm..."
"Hm?" Wonshik smiles, reaching over to pull Hongbin's hands from his lap. "You're gonna stretch it out," he says, prying his fingers up one at a time, only for Hongbin to curl them back into the fabric a second later. Wonshik chuckles quietly and gives up. "Heh, cute."
Hongbin's not sure what he's referring to, but he nods in agreement anyway, head lolling forward like a rag doll. His chest is tight, full of pins and needles, and he inhales sharply, suddenly very aware of his own breathing.
"You okay?" Wonshik asks gently, scooting closer and tilting his head to look at Hongbin's face. Hongbin wishes he wouldn't -- it makes him shy and he has to scrub his feet harder.
"I..." He furrows his brow; words are so hard right now. "I don't, ah, I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying. Can't, ah-- mm..." He hums -- more like a soft moan, really, but in his head it's humming, and the vibrations tickle his throat, his cheeks, so that he can't help but smile. "I, you know, it's-- can't keep track... I don't... yeah. I really don't know what I'm saying, right now, you know? I just-- that's okay, right?"
Wonshik stares at him for a moment, debating whether or not he should be concerned -- his eyebrows are doing things again, Hongbin observes -- but then he grins.
"Shit, you're buzzing really hard, huh. I'm kinda jealous." He laughs, and Hongbin doesn't get the joke but he giggles too, sinking back into the couch. He's still breathing kind of hard, but he feels good, blissed out in completely different way than being drunk. He can see why Wonshik likes this, why he wanted to share this with him and, oh -- Wonshik's shoulder is touching his, and Hongbin stops moving his feet, because it's warm and that feels good too. He likes this, likes Wonshik, his friend who brings him coffee and shares his laptop, and it's all so nice. Wonshik's hand is nice, how it's slowly rubbing up and down his thigh, and Hongbin wishes he could stop smiling because he really wants to kiss him now and kissing is serious. He needs to be serious.
"Wonshik," he says in his best serious voice, which comes out kind of high and breathy and not at all how he intended.
"Yeah?" The hand moves from his thigh to slip under his shirt, smoothing over his stomach and making his abs twitch.
"Can... this is, like... can I?" He thinks really hard about kissing, and maybe the word comes out. "'Cause you-- I want you to. I want to."
There's a second -- an hour of silence; Hongbin can't see Wonshik's reaction because at some point he closed his eyes without realizing it, but he feels Wonshik's hand move from beneath his shirt to on top of it. His other arm wraps around Hongbin's shoulders, fingers threading through his hair and pulling him gently down so that he's resting against Wonshik's chest, head tucked against the crook of his neck.
"Later," Wonshik murmurs into his hair. "Come down a little first, okay?"
Hongbin nods, or at least he thinks he does, humming and sighing against Wonshik's smooth skin. He's not sure how long he can stay like this, with Wonshik's breath tickling his scalp and making him want to do... something, but it's nice and Wonshik is nice, so Hongbin lays as still as possible.
He doesn't mind how Wonshik laughs quietly when he starts to scrub his feet against the carpet again.
pairing: 93-line
wc: 960
more ask.fm. i'll spare you the details but essentially this resulted from ever-increasing mutilations of hongbin's name until we finally got to "bong hit."
Hongbin blinks up at the ceiling, trying to remember if his eyes were open or closed until just now. He feels like he's been sitting on Wonshik's couch forever, mouth numb and skin tingling, even though he knows it's probably only been about an hour. He's never been this high before -- he's never been high at all, actually, but it's dead week and since he hadn't felt like drinking, Wonshik had offered his bong as a study break alternative. He may have overdone it a little, insisting on taking another hit even though Wonshik had told him he might not feel a whole lot at first.
Next to him, Wonshik is watching him quietly, eyes droopier than usual and definitely a little red, just like his hair, but he looks way less out of it than Hongbin feels, even though Hongbin is pretty sure he did more -- the word "tolerance" escapes him at the moment.
Hongbin fidgets, or at least tries to. He wants to do... something. Go for a walk or a drive, outside, get some air that's less musky tasting than his throat. He imagines standing up and looking for his jacket, but he can't remember where he put it. Maybe Wonshik will let him borrow a hoodie. Hongbin thinks he would; Wonshik is nice like that, always bringing him coffee and waiting for him after class so they can walk across campus together, letting him borrow his laptop to check Park Hyoshin's fan cafe when they're studying on the quad. Hongbin wants to buy him chicken, because Wonshik is so nice and he really likes chicken.
"We should... go. We should go," he mumbles, scrubbing his bare feet against the carpet.
Wonshik raises his eyebrows, amused. "Go where?" he asks. He has nice eyebrows, Hongbin thinks, so nice that Hongbin is distracted and forgets to reply. He tries to touch them, but his hands, his everything, they're heavy and he just ends up twisting them together in the hem of his shirt. They're really, really nice eyebrows though. Wonshik's whole face is nice, actually, even though he knows Wonshik doesn't think so himself, but it is. Hongbin thinks he should tell him; it takes him a few attempts to swallow properly.
"You... like, you're... mm..."
"Hm?" Wonshik smiles, reaching over to pull Hongbin's hands from his lap. "You're gonna stretch it out," he says, prying his fingers up one at a time, only for Hongbin to curl them back into the fabric a second later. Wonshik chuckles quietly and gives up. "Heh, cute."
Hongbin's not sure what he's referring to, but he nods in agreement anyway, head lolling forward like a rag doll. His chest is tight, full of pins and needles, and he inhales sharply, suddenly very aware of his own breathing.
"You okay?" Wonshik asks gently, scooting closer and tilting his head to look at Hongbin's face. Hongbin wishes he wouldn't -- it makes him shy and he has to scrub his feet harder.
"I..." He furrows his brow; words are so hard right now. "I don't, ah, I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying. Can't, ah-- mm..." He hums -- more like a soft moan, really, but in his head it's humming, and the vibrations tickle his throat, his cheeks, so that he can't help but smile. "I, you know, it's-- can't keep track... I don't... yeah. I really don't know what I'm saying, right now, you know? I just-- that's okay, right?"
Wonshik stares at him for a moment, debating whether or not he should be concerned -- his eyebrows are doing things again, Hongbin observes -- but then he grins.
"Shit, you're buzzing really hard, huh. I'm kinda jealous." He laughs, and Hongbin doesn't get the joke but he giggles too, sinking back into the couch. He's still breathing kind of hard, but he feels good, blissed out in completely different way than being drunk. He can see why Wonshik likes this, why he wanted to share this with him and, oh -- Wonshik's shoulder is touching his, and Hongbin stops moving his feet, because it's warm and that feels good too. He likes this, likes Wonshik, his friend who brings him coffee and shares his laptop, and it's all so nice. Wonshik's hand is nice, how it's slowly rubbing up and down his thigh, and Hongbin wishes he could stop smiling because he really wants to kiss him now and kissing is serious. He needs to be serious.
"Wonshik," he says in his best serious voice, which comes out kind of high and breathy and not at all how he intended.
"Yeah?" The hand moves from his thigh to slip under his shirt, smoothing over his stomach and making his abs twitch.
"Can... this is, like... can I?" He thinks really hard about kissing, and maybe the word comes out. "'Cause you-- I want you to. I want to."
There's a second -- an hour of silence; Hongbin can't see Wonshik's reaction because at some point he closed his eyes without realizing it, but he feels Wonshik's hand move from beneath his shirt to on top of it. His other arm wraps around Hongbin's shoulders, fingers threading through his hair and pulling him gently down so that he's resting against Wonshik's chest, head tucked against the crook of his neck.
"Later," Wonshik murmurs into his hair. "Come down a little first, okay?"
Hongbin nods, or at least he thinks he does, humming and sighing against Wonshik's smooth skin. He's not sure how long he can stay like this, with Wonshik's breath tickling his scalp and making him want to do... something, but it's nice and Wonshik is nice, so Hongbin lays as still as possible.
He doesn't mind how Wonshik laughs quietly when he starts to scrub his feet against the carpet again.