Bubbles [Request]
Bubbles [Drabble]
Junhyung/Yoseob | PG13 for profanity | Fluff | 1,233
It happens over the course of three events when Junhyung decides that he wants Yoseob all to himself.
a/n: request for takeshikei! my first junseob fic, just a little drabble, very light and simple prompt :] i really don't like writing drabbles cause i feel as though they lack the very deep insightful meaning to things, but well, this is fluff haha. i might edit this later and add more to it, but we'll see. enjoy!
Bubbles;;
It happens over the course of three events when Junhyung decides that he wants Yoseob all to himself.
It was impossibly hard to resist someone like Yoseob, someone that breathed natural aegyo and knew just exactly how to turn one’s insides into goo. His cheeks were bubbly, and his eyes were large and innocent. If anything, Junhyung was a sucker for cute even if he denied it.
He was adorable, really, and it made Junhyung doubt all of his manliness in more ways he deemed possible, or even reasonable. He just knew that Yoseob had been on his mind a lot more lately, and his attention was extra alert when he was around.
He was growing somewhat of a large adoration for Yoseob, out of the blue and by surprise.
O N E
Junhyung was tired.
He was tired because he’d gotten a good three hours of sleep last night and now he was falling asleep while the stylists messed with his hair. It was soothing, the way they unintentionally massaged his scalp, and it only helped to put him to sleep.
Around him was a dull hum of voices and laughs, mostly coming from his group members joking around as if they hadn’t had three hours of sleep either. It was insane, and Junhyung didn’t know how they could be physically awake in this kind of situation.
His mouth is hanging open, he’s sure of it, but he doesn’t really give a shit because the cameras are gone and the fans are waiting. He doesn’t care that he might be drooling or that he looks half dead with the eye bags hanging from his face. It’s an amusing sight, but he doesn’t care.
Somewhere after ten minutes he’s still dosing off in the styling chair, his head lolled backwards in a way that’ll make it hard for him to turn to spot the cameras for broadcast. It’s ten minutes and he feels something tug at his hand. He slowly opens his eyes, a staged glare at the person who had the guts to disturb him.
He sees instead a smiling Yoseob, eyes large and twinkling, always sparkling with excitement, and his head feels light. Yoseob tugs at his hand again, and Junhyung thinks he should really stop doing that.
Yoseob, he says, “Hyung, it’s our turn to broadcast. We have to go on stage now.”
He lets Yoseob pull him out of the chair and drag him out of the dressing room. The whole way his hand tingles under the light grip in Yoseob’s hold, and his senses focus on the way he threads his fingers through his own in such a nonchalant way.
The fact that Yoseob doesn’t let go until the very moment they start walking up the steps to the stage makes Junhyung more awake than he’d been in weeks.
He decides the feeling of holding hands with Yoseob is wonderful and makes a mental note to do it more often.
T W O
Junhyung liked watching variety shows at night when the others went to sleep.
It was nice, not having to deal with groups of people after a day full of it, so when he finally got time to himself, he did simple things to balance out the jumbled mess he lived through.
The glow from his laptop was bright, and his hunched sitting figure only served to make him look even more scary than intended. He was trying to hold back laughter, hand over his mouth, and then he felt something slide in behind him against his back. It shouldn’t have scared him as much as it did, but the unexpectedness of it all made him jump and smash his head on the bunk above him.
He turned around quickly to see Yoseob laughing silently and hysterically behind. It really wasn’t funny at all, and he says, “That hurt like a bitch, Yoseob.”
He thinks he sees tears rolling down Yoseob’s cheeks, “I didn’t mean---“ laugh, “---mean to scare you like that!”
Junhyung frowns and turns angrily back to his laptop, having missed a good portion of the show, and now he doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. He isn’t even really listening to what’s going on though, only pretending to occupy himself with something other than Yoseob.
He feels his face heat up when Yoseob presses against his back, hands snaking around his torso and chin resting on his shoulder as he watches from behind.
Yoseob, he says, “I’m sorry, hyung.” And he can hear the smile in his voice as he apologizes with ease. He doesn’t respond though because his throat feels blocked.
The rest of the show is a jumbled mess because all he can focus on is the way Yoseob’s chest vibrates when he laughs quietly, or the way his hands absentmindedly draw patterns into his abdomen. He focuses on the way Yoseob’s breathing gradually begins to even out when he starts the next episode and how he feels more of his weight pressed against his back as Yoseob falls asleep.
He sleeps next to Yoseob that night and falls asleep smiling.
T H R E E
It’s nighttime, and the members are sitting around the television or browsing the internet to relax their bodies from the constant schedules.
Junhyung walks out into the living room, intending to grab a glass of water, and Doojoon says, “Hey, Junhyung, can you go tell Yoseob to hurry up in the bathroom? I really need a shower and he’s been in there for years.”
Junhyung wants to say, no, actually, I can’t, but he turns anyways in the direction of the bathroom. He’s outside of the door, and Yoseob is singing loudly behind it, voice strong and beautiful, and Junhyung knocks once.
Yoseob says, “Come in!”
He doesn’t. Opening the door just a peep was fine.
He says, “Doojoon needs you to hurry up in the there.”
“Oh, hyung, come in here. I just mastered something you need to see.”
And Junhyung sighs from outside the bathroom, but he hesitantly walks in, closing the door behind him. He takes a seat on the edge of the bathtub, filled with bubbles and water and Yoseob.
Yoseob balls his hand into a fist and blows air into one end, a bubble forming on the other end. He holds his palm upwards with the bubble in it and starts shifting it from one hand to the other, splitting it in half and what not without popping it.
He asks, “Isn’t this cool?”
And Junhyung says, “Yeah, sure. That’s cool.” He watches Yoseob’s face and the way it brightens with happiness from trivial things like a bubble. He watches his tongue peek out the corner of his mouth in concentration as he tries splitting the bubble in half. He watches Yoseob, Yoseob and his adorable face and his big puppy eyes and his big smile.
Yoseob grabs a handful of the bubbles and puts it on his mouth as if it were a beard.
“Hyung, I’m Santa Claus.”
Junhyung laughs at this, and he leans forward, slides his hand to the back of Yoseob’s moist neck, presses his lips through the layer of bubbles, and kisses Yoseob on the mouth. He feels Yoseob’s smile against him, and he smiles in unison.
Junhyung pulls away slowly, lets out the breath he’d been holding.
Yoseob smirks, “Hyung, you look like Santa Claus too.”
a/n: yes, again, very simple from what i normally write, haha. i'm not a beast stan, so i have no idea what junhyung and yoseob are like so they might have different characterizations in this :P
anyways, notify me of any typos, and comments are greatly appreciated! thank you!