Oneshot // Cranberry Juice // Yesung x Kibum
Title: Cranberry Juice
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: YesungxKibum
Length: 1,035 words
Author's Notes: I wrote this for my cousin nongttaengi because she gets like this when she drinks Cranberry Juice. It's like her alcohol xD
Kibum glanced up over his book at the older boy sitting across the bed from him. He had heard him laughing at something he thought, but as soon as his eyes met with his Hyung’s he’d stopped so Kibum went back to his book.
“Kibummie?” The older’s smooth voice rang through the room as soon as Kibum’s eyes focused on the words again.
“Yeah?” The younger boy replied, not looking up from his book.
“What are you reading?”
“An English book, why?”
“No reason. What’s your favorite color?”
Kibum looked over at his hyung, who was staring intently back at him, then looked back at his book. “Blue, why?”
“No reason, just wondering. Do you believe in aliens?”
Kibum let out a small laugh and shot a confused look at the older boy. “No, I don’t. Do you?” What was with him today?
“No, not really… Wouldn’t it be weird if boys could get pregnant?”
Kibum’s hand, along with his book, fell to his lap in disbelief. “Yesung, what the hell is that that you’re drinking?” He asked as he eyed the maroon-ish colored drink in his hyung’s hand.
“What? This?” Yesung asked, giggling slightly and holding up the cup before taking another drink of it. “This, my dear Kibummie, is called cranberry juice. Would you like to try some?” He held out the drink to the younger boy, letting out a louder laugh this time, but retracted as soon as Kibum shook his head and raised his book up again.
“No…I don’t even want you drinking it if it’s going to do this to you.” Kibum said half under his breath as he went back to reading.
“Do what to me, Kibummie?” Yesung asked, adding an innocent tone to his voice as he set his juice down on the nightstand at the end of the bed and crawled over to Kibum, pulling his book down with one hand to peek over the top.
Kibum raised an eyebrow at his hyung and set his book down on his lap over one leg. “This. You don’t normally act this…giggly…and what’s with- what are you doing?” Kibum interrupted himself to push Yesung’s hand away from his face as the older boy’s thumb ran along his bottom lip.
“What am I doing? I’m trying to kiss you, Kibummie, what are you doing?” Yesung answered his dongsaeng’s question and, tossing his book to the side, crawled the rest of the way over to sit on the younger boy’s lap, straddling him to the bed.
“Yesung…” Kibum sighed as he looked from his book to the older boy sitting on him. “I was trying to read, before you interrupted me…And now you’ve gone and lost my place in the book. You think I want to kiss you now?” Kibum stared at Yesung, interrogatingly.
Yesung stared back at the younger boy, but their stare-down didn’t last long as Yesung quickly leaned forward, crushing his lips against Kibum’s and pushing him up against the wall at the head of the bed.
Kibum gave in, enjoying not so much the taste of the leftover juice, but the feeling of Yesung’s tongue against his as their lips glided over each other’s smoothly. Yesung soon pulled away, though, even if it was only a few centimeters. “I thought you didn’t want to kiss me?” Yesung whispered against his dongsaeng’s lips but took them again before he could respond.
Kibum rested his hands on Yesung’s knees, clenching the fabric as the older boy deepened the kiss, but as soon as Yesung’s hands found their way up his shirt Kibum tried to stop him, pulling his hands out and pinning them to his side. “Yesung, no…”
But that didn’t stop the older boy’s kisses. Ignoring Kibum’s plea, Yesung continued to trail light kisses down to his dongsaeng’s chin, then over and up his cheek to his ear. “Yesung… did someone spike your juice?” Kibum asked, a small whimper escaping his mouth as Yesung’s tongue ran along the outside of his ear.
Yesung laughed softly, his breath warm on Kibum’s ear and neck. “No. Why, what’s wrong, Kibummie?” He asked as he rested his head down on Kibum’s shoulder and continued to giggle at the younger boy’s question.
“There isn’t any alcohol in there at all? Are you sure cranberries don’t hold any sort of natural alcohol?”
“Why are you asking, Kibummie? Why don’t you just enjoy?” Yesung more said than asked as he licked Kibum’s bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before sliding it into the younger boy’s mouth, his giggles now suddenly gone. He brought his hands up, running his fingers through Kibum’s hair and deepening the kiss.
Kibum moaned slightly into the kiss as Yesung slid his hands down his arms and back up his shirt, but this time Kibum made no effort to stop him and just wound his own fingers through his hyung’s hair.
Once again Yesung’s kisses trailed to Kibum’s neck and Kibum felt Yesung’s lips form a smile against his skin as his fingers caressed Kibum’s nipple, but he continued to suck lightly on Kibum’s shoulder. Soon after, though, he pulled Kibum’s shirt up to his neck and went down, running his tongue lightly over the tender flesh his fingers had just abandoned, and he suddenly burst into a fit of giggles.
Kibum sighed, exasperated and pulled his shirt back down in front of Yesung. “What are you laughing at?”
Yesung pursed his lips then managed to respond “Nipple…” before laughing again.
Kibum sighed again, this time slightly annoyed and looked over to the side, trying to even think of what to say. He put his hand under Yesung’s chin and raised it to look at him. “Are you sure you haven’t had any alcohol?”
Yesung nodded and through his laughter he managed to answer. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Kibummie… Cranberry juice always does this to me…”
“Makes you act drunk?”
The older boy nodded again.
“How much have you had to drink?” Kibum asked as he glanced over at the three and a half tall empty glasses sitting on the desk and he knew this was going to be a long night for the both of them.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: YesungxKibum
Length: 1,035 words
Author's Notes: I wrote this for my cousin nongttaengi because she gets like this when she drinks Cranberry Juice. It's like her alcohol xD
Kibum glanced up over his book at the older boy sitting across the bed from him. He had heard him laughing at something he thought, but as soon as his eyes met with his Hyung’s he’d stopped so Kibum went back to his book.
“Kibummie?” The older’s smooth voice rang through the room as soon as Kibum’s eyes focused on the words again.
“Yeah?” The younger boy replied, not looking up from his book.
“What are you reading?”
“An English book, why?”
“No reason. What’s your favorite color?”
Kibum looked over at his hyung, who was staring intently back at him, then looked back at his book. “Blue, why?”
“No reason, just wondering. Do you believe in aliens?”
Kibum let out a small laugh and shot a confused look at the older boy. “No, I don’t. Do you?” What was with him today?
“No, not really… Wouldn’t it be weird if boys could get pregnant?”
Kibum’s hand, along with his book, fell to his lap in disbelief. “Yesung, what the hell is that that you’re drinking?” He asked as he eyed the maroon-ish colored drink in his hyung’s hand.
“What? This?” Yesung asked, giggling slightly and holding up the cup before taking another drink of it. “This, my dear Kibummie, is called cranberry juice. Would you like to try some?” He held out the drink to the younger boy, letting out a louder laugh this time, but retracted as soon as Kibum shook his head and raised his book up again.
“No…I don’t even want you drinking it if it’s going to do this to you.” Kibum said half under his breath as he went back to reading.
“Do what to me, Kibummie?” Yesung asked, adding an innocent tone to his voice as he set his juice down on the nightstand at the end of the bed and crawled over to Kibum, pulling his book down with one hand to peek over the top.
Kibum raised an eyebrow at his hyung and set his book down on his lap over one leg. “This. You don’t normally act this…giggly…and what’s with- what are you doing?” Kibum interrupted himself to push Yesung’s hand away from his face as the older boy’s thumb ran along his bottom lip.
“What am I doing? I’m trying to kiss you, Kibummie, what are you doing?” Yesung answered his dongsaeng’s question and, tossing his book to the side, crawled the rest of the way over to sit on the younger boy’s lap, straddling him to the bed.
“Yesung…” Kibum sighed as he looked from his book to the older boy sitting on him. “I was trying to read, before you interrupted me…And now you’ve gone and lost my place in the book. You think I want to kiss you now?” Kibum stared at Yesung, interrogatingly.
Yesung stared back at the younger boy, but their stare-down didn’t last long as Yesung quickly leaned forward, crushing his lips against Kibum’s and pushing him up against the wall at the head of the bed.
Kibum gave in, enjoying not so much the taste of the leftover juice, but the feeling of Yesung’s tongue against his as their lips glided over each other’s smoothly. Yesung soon pulled away, though, even if it was only a few centimeters. “I thought you didn’t want to kiss me?” Yesung whispered against his dongsaeng’s lips but took them again before he could respond.
Kibum rested his hands on Yesung’s knees, clenching the fabric as the older boy deepened the kiss, but as soon as Yesung’s hands found their way up his shirt Kibum tried to stop him, pulling his hands out and pinning them to his side. “Yesung, no…”
But that didn’t stop the older boy’s kisses. Ignoring Kibum’s plea, Yesung continued to trail light kisses down to his dongsaeng’s chin, then over and up his cheek to his ear. “Yesung… did someone spike your juice?” Kibum asked, a small whimper escaping his mouth as Yesung’s tongue ran along the outside of his ear.
Yesung laughed softly, his breath warm on Kibum’s ear and neck. “No. Why, what’s wrong, Kibummie?” He asked as he rested his head down on Kibum’s shoulder and continued to giggle at the younger boy’s question.
“There isn’t any alcohol in there at all? Are you sure cranberries don’t hold any sort of natural alcohol?”
“Why are you asking, Kibummie? Why don’t you just enjoy?” Yesung more said than asked as he licked Kibum’s bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before sliding it into the younger boy’s mouth, his giggles now suddenly gone. He brought his hands up, running his fingers through Kibum’s hair and deepening the kiss.
Kibum moaned slightly into the kiss as Yesung slid his hands down his arms and back up his shirt, but this time Kibum made no effort to stop him and just wound his own fingers through his hyung’s hair.
Once again Yesung’s kisses trailed to Kibum’s neck and Kibum felt Yesung’s lips form a smile against his skin as his fingers caressed Kibum’s nipple, but he continued to suck lightly on Kibum’s shoulder. Soon after, though, he pulled Kibum’s shirt up to his neck and went down, running his tongue lightly over the tender flesh his fingers had just abandoned, and he suddenly burst into a fit of giggles.
Kibum sighed, exasperated and pulled his shirt back down in front of Yesung. “What are you laughing at?”
Yesung pursed his lips then managed to respond “Nipple…” before laughing again.
Kibum sighed again, this time slightly annoyed and looked over to the side, trying to even think of what to say. He put his hand under Yesung’s chin and raised it to look at him. “Are you sure you haven’t had any alcohol?”
Yesung nodded and through his laughter he managed to answer. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Kibummie… Cranberry juice always does this to me…”
“Makes you act drunk?”
The older boy nodded again.
“How much have you had to drink?” Kibum asked as he glanced over at the three and a half tall empty glasses sitting on the desk and he knew this was going to be a long night for the both of them.