Drabble o2 - Heatwave
Heatwave
SuJu (Heechul x Kibum)
"Kibuuuuuuuuuuum!!"
The second-eldest member of SuJu, despite his age, slumped ungraciously on the floor, his face comical in his self-proclaimed suffering. He sent a withering glare towards Kibum, who nonchalantly flipped a page on his book.
"HOW can you stand this heat?!" Heechul demanded impreiously from his place in front of the electric fan, reaching for another ice cube from the fast-melting bowl of ice cubes.
While he tried to keep himself cool in front of the fan (completely blocking any air from reaching Kibum), while fanning himself with a normal one, and sucking on ice cubes, Kibum sat on the leather sofa, in one his usual black sleeveless tops, flipping through some english book that Heechul couldn't understand.
"Oi." He draped himself over the back of the sofa, wrapping his (admittedly, a bit sweaty, ew) arms around his younger housemate. He smirked at the flinch he managed to elicit, just as he started with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck.
The tensing of Kibum's shoulders, as well as the fact the younger man finally looked up from his book, made Heechul smirk wider in satisfaction.
What he didn't count on happening was Kibum pulling his down and off his perch, and settling him on the couch, sitting in between Kibum's legs and finding himself trapped in between Kibum's arms as the other went back to reading his book.
"Hyung, if you stop moving, it'll be less hot."
"Hm. What does unabridged mean?" Heechul asked, looking at the words on top of the page.
SuJu (Heechul x Kibum)
"Kibuuuuuuuuuuum!!"
The second-eldest member of SuJu, despite his age, slumped ungraciously on the floor, his face comical in his self-proclaimed suffering. He sent a withering glare towards Kibum, who nonchalantly flipped a page on his book.
"HOW can you stand this heat?!" Heechul demanded impreiously from his place in front of the electric fan, reaching for another ice cube from the fast-melting bowl of ice cubes.
While he tried to keep himself cool in front of the fan (completely blocking any air from reaching Kibum), while fanning himself with a normal one, and sucking on ice cubes, Kibum sat on the leather sofa, in one his usual black sleeveless tops, flipping through some english book that Heechul couldn't understand.
"Oi." He draped himself over the back of the sofa, wrapping his (admittedly, a bit sweaty, ew) arms around his younger housemate. He smirked at the flinch he managed to elicit, just as he started with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck.
The tensing of Kibum's shoulders, as well as the fact the younger man finally looked up from his book, made Heechul smirk wider in satisfaction.
What he didn't count on happening was Kibum pulling his down and off his perch, and settling him on the couch, sitting in between Kibum's legs and finding himself trapped in between Kibum's arms as the other went back to reading his book.
"Hyung, if you stop moving, it'll be less hot."
"Hm. What does unabridged mean?" Heechul asked, looking at the words on top of the page.