Drenched In the Moonlight
Title: Drenched In the Moonlight
Author: awildneko
Pairing: Bangup
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance
Word Count: 3,604
Summary: Yongguk wonders why his roommate won't smile for him.
A/N: Oh gosh I don't even know what I wrote. But went Bangup just had to be written.
“Hyung.”
Yongguk is almost certain someone is calling out to wake him from his slumber. They have a nice voice though, one that’s soothing in all the right places and carries a melody that he wouldn’t mind leaving the peace of the sleeping world for. Even without looking he can tell whom the voice belongs to.
It’s softly spoken, almost as if the words are just a part of his imagination. But are they?
He feels as though he must open his eyes and confirm the reality.
He hurriedly blinks his eyes open, squinting as they adjust to the light, only to find the founder of the beautiful voice kneeling next to him on the bed.
“Morning hyung.” The boy says, and the elder glances over to the other bed in the room to double check what he is seeing.
“J-jongup?” he questions, eyes widening and darting back to the figure next to him when he notices that the mattress is empty, the unkempt sheets strewn across the mattress.
His roommate smiles down at him, and to Yongguk it feels angelic.
“Hyung I missed you~” he pouts, and before Yongguk can move to stop him, Jongup is climbing further up and swinging is leg over until he straddles the elder.
He tries to deny that the extra weight on his pelvis gives him some kind of satisfaction, but his roommate is now rolling against his most sensitive area, and he is finding it difficult to think straight any longer.
“Jongup, you need to stop this.” He pleads, rather breathlessly.
The younger leans down to purr in his ear “But hyung, I know you want this too~”. He tugs on Yongguk’s bottom lip with his teeth and rotates his hips again with a smirk.
“Someone down here says that you like it a lot~”
The pleasure is overwhelming, and Yongguk can feel himself caving into the teasing nature of his seemingly innocent roommate. He reaches up and winds his hand around the back of Jongup’s neck, finally bringing their lips together into that long awaited, heated, and passionate-
Yongguk groans into his pillow at the misfortune of waking at such a perfect part of his dream. He didn’t even get to kiss him this time.
Muttering expletives under his breath, he curses the audacity of the one responsible for disturbing his sleep and fishes out his phone from where it is tucked in its usual spot under his pillow.
“Have you finally awoken from your beauty sleep, princess?” comes a sneering voice from down the line. One that Yongguk simply loathes hearing at the crack of dawn.
“Shut up, Himchan.”
At any other time of day he would probably retort with some smart alec comment asking which of them was the real princess and then bicker with the other for at least another five minutes.
But right now isn’t any other time of day; it’s still first thing in the morning. The remnants of Yongguk’s last dream still cling onto strands of his consciousness like raindrops to newly rousing rose petals, leaving him struggling to tie together a coherent string of thoughts until his morning coffee has been consumed - and that’s all without even mentioning the prominent problem around his groin area.
Himchan is already talking again, off on another tangent about some new facial care products no doubt. The elder of the two tunes him out and instead turns himself over so that he can see the other bed situated against the opposite wall.
Empty.
He tries not to sigh as a familiar sinking feeling wells up in his stomach.
It’s not unusual for him to wake up to his roommate’s unoccupied bed, nor is it different from routine for Himchan to be his morning alarm. He’s not even surprised about the tent in his pants, or rather that the cause of it all is said roommate whose absence is as regular as Yongguk’s early morning dreams.
Moon Jongup.
All that Yongguk knows about the boy is that he’s eighteen (a daunting five years younger than him), a first year studying dance at the academy, and that he’s too sexy for his own good.
Oh, and apparently, he has a really nice smile.
(At least, that’s what Himchan tells him. He’s not actually seen Jongup smiling - or laughing - before; they haven’t really spoken since the day they moved in, and that was on a rainy day over two months ago.)
Between work and lectures, it seems as if their schedules clash so much that they’re never home at the same time. Although that doesn’t really excuse certain things, like when Jongup only returns home at night after Yongguk has fallen asleep, and leaves before he wakes again - and with Himchan calling him every morning it’s not as if the elder wakes up late.
In fact, the only times that Yongguk sees his roommate is when he wakes in the middle of the night, or finishes a late shift at work.
Usually, Jongup would be asleep, his cover thrown off the bed sometime in the night, and Yongguk would be caught in an internal battle where he would try to resist the urge to stroke the younger’s smooth skin and fluffy hair - that pinky red colour suits him really well - asking just what makes him smile or how he speaks when he is excited about something. He also has to fight the temptation to stare openly at Jongup’s bare torso and imagine what sounds he would make if Yongguk were to run his fingers up and down the tan flesh.
The times that this inquisitive (perverse) part of him wins, he tells himself that he’s not the one to blame; it’s Jongup’s fault for not wearing a shirt to bed.
He wonders if his roommate notices when the bed covers have been wrapped around him again.
Other than, they don’t really see each other often - that is unless you count the day Yongguk’s class was cancelled and the younger sat working at the desk, or that one morning where Jongup walked in on Yongguk when he was in the shower (the innocent blush dusting the younger’s cheeks was so cute).
It kind of saddens him that Jongup goes out of his way so much to avoid him (he’s not dumb; he knows that the college they go to doesn’t offer late night classes of any sort, and working so many hours would be too much).
He kind of wants to see the curve of the lips that everyone seems so amazed by, but he guesses that his roommate just doesn’t want to smile in front of him.
(He’ll just have to take Himchan’s word for it.)
Speaking of Himchan…
“-so then, I’ll see you at the café down the street at 10. Okay Bang?”
The line goes dead before he is given a chance to reply, and this time Yongguk doesn’t even attempt to suppress the sigh that escapes his lips. He really needs to start paying attention when on the phone with Kim Himchan.
He flops back onto the bed and brings his knuckles up to rub the sleep from his eyes, trying not to think about all the possible reasons his roommate might have to hate him.
----
Two hours later he’s sitting outside the café - somehow having managed to find a table there on such a beautiful day - with Himchan nagging at him about something he hasn’t really bothered paying attention to.
He’s more intent on trying to shade his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun, although his brain decides that he should instead be solving the mystery of his AWOL roommate.
“Does Jongup not like me?”
As soon as his traitor of a mouth blurts the words out he’s covering it with his palm, eyes just as surprised as Himchan’s are wide (like saucers).
An awkward silence descends upon them, the sound of chatter from the patrons nearby filling the air until Himchan decides to speak, his voice quiet.
“It’s not that he dislikes you, I think.” He taps his chin as he thinks about his words carefully, only catching the expression of hurt on Yongguk’s face when he glances up again.
“It really isn’t!” he waves his hands in front of him to try to dismiss his previous comment, but the damage is done.
Yongguk pushes his chair back as if he’s about to leave and Himchan panics, grabbing a hold of the elder’s arm and pleading him to stay. He still looks as if he wants to escape.
“It’s-it’s not that. Trust me,” he tells him, his grip unrelenting on his friend’s arm. Yongguk’s not buying any of it though, especially when Himchan won’t tell him anything more than that.
“Look I can’t tell you, but you’ll have to ask him,” he concludes with an air of resignation, letting go of him finally and settling back in his chair.
Yongguk still doesn’t know what to think.
The atmosphere between them becomes tense and he can’t help but resent Himchan when he’s keeping something from him. Yongguk really doesn’t like to be kept in the dark.
He stands abruptly, avoiding the other as he reaches out for him and heads towards the door.
“I’ve got work,” Is his excuse, but they both know it’s poor - his shift doesn’t start for another hour.
“Be careful on your way home - it’s supposed to rain!!” Himchan calls after him but the advice is ignored or unheard.
---
Work at the restaurant is brutal and drags on even longer than usual, all because Yongguk is distracted. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to let go of what Himchan said - why his roommate could possibly want to avoid him (whilst not hating him) seems kind of suspicious to him - and his boss eventually has to remind him that there are customers to serve.
For the next three hours he busies himself in his work and even agrees to do the shift after his in an attempt to forget the thoughts that plague his mind - although it’s also to prolong the inevitability of seeing Jongup (but not his smile) when he returns home again.
Two can play at the avoiding game.
When he finally finishes, it’s dark outside and just as his luck would have it, it’s raining cats and dogs out there. Someone was right about the weather.
He groans and stretches out by the window, thanking the gods that he left his umbrella there the last time it rained and that he’ll at least have some protection against the torrential weather.
As he steps outside, he feels no need for a coat (he reminds himself that even if it’s raining it’s still summer) and just walks home in the wifebeater he wears underneath his uniform and his pale green headphones over his ears. The sound of the bass thrumming through the speakers creates a mellow accompaniment to the water pooling at his feet, alongside the question that still lingers at the front of his mind.
The journey home is uneventful until he reaches his campus building.
He’s about twenty paces away, and all he can see is a figure moving beneath the light of the moon.
They aren’t standing still, he can tell this much, and instead they seem to be spinning around the courtyard; not a pirouette, but more like a twirl, led by their hips as their body follows - and wait, are they dancing?
Yongguk pauses to watch the scene unfold before him.
It’s mesmerising, he thinks, the way the falling raindrops cling to the boy’s bare arms as he raises them in the air, and how his flawless skin seems to glow under the limited lighting surrounding him.
The figure repeats his spiralling lap of the paved area before effortlessly swinging his body around a post in the centre. He starts to pop and krump as if dancing to the music in Yongguk’s ears, but when he pushes the headphones away from his ears he sees that the boy is dancing to a mystery tune that only he can hear.
Yongguk also can’t deny that the way the other dances is somewhat arousing. It’s smooth and it flows, his moves executed with deadly precision and an energy that’s hard to find these days. It’s obvious that the boy has some experience (a dance student, maybe?) and that he’s passionate about what he is doing, even if it means that he is dancing in the rain.
The best part of his dancing, however, is not any of the moves, nor the highlighted tones of his body - although it is particularly nice to look at - rather, it’s something that Yongguk will never forget. That smile.
To him it seems even brighter than the moon, pearly teeth grinning wide and shining in the wind, only parting to allow musical laughter to reach out and harmonise with the sounds of the rain pouring down. It’s a beautiful sound.
Without realising, Yongguk has walked towards the source of his awe, his boots splashing in the puddles as he goes.
The boy in the rain turns around to face him with a smile, his pinky red hair flicking to side when he swings his head.
Yongguk gasps.
“Jongup!” he sounds breathless when he speaks, but he can’t stop his tongue from rolling. “W-what are you doing out here?” ‘and why haven’t you smiled at me like that before?’ he adds to himself.
“Hyung~” the younger singsongs like him dancing out in the rain is nothing out of the ordinary.
It’s the first time that his blinding smile is directly aimed at him, and for a moment Yongguk struggles to breathe.
“You’re going to catch a cold,” Is the only thing that the elder can come up with as a response. His mind far too muddled to think properly.
Jongup simply shrugs, his eyes sparkling and his lips curved upwards still as he takes the few steps that close the distance remaining between their hearts.
“I was waiting for you to come home~” the younger tilts his head to the side, his eyes crinkling into perfect crescents as his stands with his arms swinging in front him, restless.
Yongguk almost chokes on his spit.
It’s a little bit more than overwhelming he thinks, to experience all the cutest sides of his roommate all at once - it’s really kind of unfair (he sort of maybe blames Jongup for keeping it from him) - and it leaves him disadvantaged in the situation at hand. He’s easily overpowered.
When Yongguk finally gathers his senses and closes his gaping mouth, he remembers exactly where they are standing and just what he was doing moments ago, along with the fact that the sky is chucking buckets down. Hurriedly, he lifts the umbrella that’s covering him and leans so that it shelters them both from the rain - Jongup just giggles.
Yongguk thinks the sound is fucking eargasmic.
“You don’t need to force yourself to be kind to me,” the elder’s voice almost whispers, his voice muffled slightly by the constant pita patter surrounding them.
He’s so close to the other that Yongguk can count every eyelash, each of them wet and glistening with little stars fallen in the rain, just like the bright glimmer of his eyes. He watches, captivated, as Jongup nibbles down on his bottom lip, noticing only now how the younger is shivering slightly.
He wonders if it is just from the rain.
“I-I’m not forcing myself.” The shorter of the two says after a moment, glancing up from where he has been looking at the safety of the rain on the ground. Yongguk can tell from the slight stuttering that the younger is nervous (he looks cute like this too), but the statement is firm and full of conviction and he can’t bring himself to even try and refute him with an argument of his own.
(he’s already caving).
“Yongguk hyung,” the elder tries to suppress a smile at the familiarity Jongup is using when speaking his name, but to him it’s like a drug to his ears that he just can’t resist. “Himchan told me what you said before and …I guess I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you-“ (Yongguk can’t help but scoff at this - his theory that Jongup has been avoiding him has been proved correct.) The younger spares him a look of pain and worry before continuing.
“-but I-it’s not because I don’t like you or anything,” He adds in a tumble of words, stumbling over his speech that increases in speed and loses coherency with every passing second. The elder only frowns in response - he can’t make out anything that Jongup is saying.
“-actually it’s really the opposite. I like you, a lot hyung, and I’m sorry that I made you upset and that I’ve probably made you feel really uncomfortable now-“at this point Yongguk wonders if the younger is ever going to pause to breathe (Jongup is speaking so rapidly now it’s as if he’s never going to stop), and he tries to raise a hand to grab Jongup’s attention and ask him to repeat himself more slowly. It’s of no use though, as his roommate refuses to take his eyes off of the pavement.
“-and if you want, I can move out and you’ll get a new, straight housemate who’ll be so much better than me and you can probably do things together and not feel anxious about it-”
“Jongup.” Yongguk tries to interrupt him, but the younger doesn’t seem to be paying attention to him anymore.
“-but it’s just that you’re so kind and I couldn’t help falling for you and I’m just really sor-”
“Jongup!” this time he shouts it, immediately hushing himself however, when he finds Jongup watching him with fearful eyes.
“What did you just say?” he tries to soften his words, but in his deep, raspy voice it just sounds strained. Jongup doesn’t seem to notice this.
“T-that I’m really sorry?” his roommate responds after a moment, though to Yongguk it seems as if he is uncertain himself.
“No, before that.” he says just as gently as before.
“T-that I’ll move out?” this time they both know that it is not the answer that the elder is looking for. Yongguk growls low in his throat; on impulse he takes a hold of the other’s wrist and pulls him close until their chests are flush against each other.
“Jongup.” He says with a voice of finality (his fondness still shows through).
The boy in question tries to rake his gaze anywhere but the one right in front of him.
“I’ve fallen for you?” his voice has reduced in volume until it’s small and delicate, but with their proximity Yongguk hears it as clear as the notes of a wind chime hanging in the air. It sings out still in the silence that follows.
“Well that’s good,” The elder gives a bright smile to assure Jongup’s wary gaze and moves his grip on the shorter boy down from his wrist to his palm. Jongup’s pink locks softly fall to the front of his face when he glances down at their hands, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion when the other seeks to entwine their fingers. Jongup lets him.
“Because well, you’ve got me falling too.”
Yongguk covers the younger’s astonished gasp with a kiss.
Jongup’s lips are soft and inviting and the elder takes a moment to memorise how they fit perfectly against the shape of his, before he pulls back to enjoy the stunned expression that the other’s face still forms.
“S-since when?” Jongup questions with wide eyes, unable to accept that the reality is not a dream.
“The first time it rained.” Is the elder’s sure reply that’s murmured against his lips.
“B-but that was when we first met!” the boy exclaims after he processes the new information. Yongguk nods and grins at the adorable blush that now spreads delicately, like cherry blossom petals, around his roommate’s cheeks - he especially loves that he is the cause of it.
He makes a mental note of how beautiful Jongup looks, flustered and shining like this.
Not wanting to let go of Jongup’s hand, the elder lets the umbrella drop to the ground with a thud. Neither of them take any notice of it, as all their eyes can see is each other (it’s all they want to see, too). With his other hand now free, Yongguk tilts the younger’s chin up, maintaining eye contact for a long moment to portray his honest affections, before he then glances down to the boy’s luscious lips and dives in to bruise them with a passion.
The sky is raining down on them, leaving both soaked to the skin, with their hair plastered to their faces and water dripping from their bodies just as if they’ve been showering together (fully clothed). They are more than likely to fall ill the next day, but neither of them care - it would just create more time to cuddle together the next day anyway - nor can feel the cold; they’re kept warm by the pleasant heat spreading from their joined lips and their beating hearts through to the rest of their bodies.
After a minute spend recovering from his shock, Jongup finally wakes up to reality. He relaxes, smiling into the kiss as he reaches up to tangle his fingers in Yongguk’s hair that’s mussed up from the falling rain; in response the elder of the two loops an arm around the shorter boy’s waist to keep him as close as possible.
Jongup’s smile tastes of chocolate and summer rain.
Author: awildneko
Pairing: Bangup
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance
Word Count: 3,604
Summary: Yongguk wonders why his roommate won't smile for him.
A/N: Oh gosh I don't even know what I wrote. But went Bangup just had to be written.
“Hyung.”
Yongguk is almost certain someone is calling out to wake him from his slumber. They have a nice voice though, one that’s soothing in all the right places and carries a melody that he wouldn’t mind leaving the peace of the sleeping world for. Even without looking he can tell whom the voice belongs to.
It’s softly spoken, almost as if the words are just a part of his imagination. But are they?
He feels as though he must open his eyes and confirm the reality.
He hurriedly blinks his eyes open, squinting as they adjust to the light, only to find the founder of the beautiful voice kneeling next to him on the bed.
“Morning hyung.” The boy says, and the elder glances over to the other bed in the room to double check what he is seeing.
“J-jongup?” he questions, eyes widening and darting back to the figure next to him when he notices that the mattress is empty, the unkempt sheets strewn across the mattress.
His roommate smiles down at him, and to Yongguk it feels angelic.
“Hyung I missed you~” he pouts, and before Yongguk can move to stop him, Jongup is climbing further up and swinging is leg over until he straddles the elder.
He tries to deny that the extra weight on his pelvis gives him some kind of satisfaction, but his roommate is now rolling against his most sensitive area, and he is finding it difficult to think straight any longer.
“Jongup, you need to stop this.” He pleads, rather breathlessly.
The younger leans down to purr in his ear “But hyung, I know you want this too~”. He tugs on Yongguk’s bottom lip with his teeth and rotates his hips again with a smirk.
“Someone down here says that you like it a lot~”
The pleasure is overwhelming, and Yongguk can feel himself caving into the teasing nature of his seemingly innocent roommate. He reaches up and winds his hand around the back of Jongup’s neck, finally bringing their lips together into that long awaited, heated, and passionate-
Yongguk groans into his pillow at the misfortune of waking at such a perfect part of his dream. He didn’t even get to kiss him this time.
Muttering expletives under his breath, he curses the audacity of the one responsible for disturbing his sleep and fishes out his phone from where it is tucked in its usual spot under his pillow.
“Have you finally awoken from your beauty sleep, princess?” comes a sneering voice from down the line. One that Yongguk simply loathes hearing at the crack of dawn.
“Shut up, Himchan.”
At any other time of day he would probably retort with some smart alec comment asking which of them was the real princess and then bicker with the other for at least another five minutes.
But right now isn’t any other time of day; it’s still first thing in the morning. The remnants of Yongguk’s last dream still cling onto strands of his consciousness like raindrops to newly rousing rose petals, leaving him struggling to tie together a coherent string of thoughts until his morning coffee has been consumed - and that’s all without even mentioning the prominent problem around his groin area.
Himchan is already talking again, off on another tangent about some new facial care products no doubt. The elder of the two tunes him out and instead turns himself over so that he can see the other bed situated against the opposite wall.
Empty.
He tries not to sigh as a familiar sinking feeling wells up in his stomach.
It’s not unusual for him to wake up to his roommate’s unoccupied bed, nor is it different from routine for Himchan to be his morning alarm. He’s not even surprised about the tent in his pants, or rather that the cause of it all is said roommate whose absence is as regular as Yongguk’s early morning dreams.
Moon Jongup.
All that Yongguk knows about the boy is that he’s eighteen (a daunting five years younger than him), a first year studying dance at the academy, and that he’s too sexy for his own good.
Oh, and apparently, he has a really nice smile.
(At least, that’s what Himchan tells him. He’s not actually seen Jongup smiling - or laughing - before; they haven’t really spoken since the day they moved in, and that was on a rainy day over two months ago.)
Between work and lectures, it seems as if their schedules clash so much that they’re never home at the same time. Although that doesn’t really excuse certain things, like when Jongup only returns home at night after Yongguk has fallen asleep, and leaves before he wakes again - and with Himchan calling him every morning it’s not as if the elder wakes up late.
In fact, the only times that Yongguk sees his roommate is when he wakes in the middle of the night, or finishes a late shift at work.
Usually, Jongup would be asleep, his cover thrown off the bed sometime in the night, and Yongguk would be caught in an internal battle where he would try to resist the urge to stroke the younger’s smooth skin and fluffy hair - that pinky red colour suits him really well - asking just what makes him smile or how he speaks when he is excited about something. He also has to fight the temptation to stare openly at Jongup’s bare torso and imagine what sounds he would make if Yongguk were to run his fingers up and down the tan flesh.
The times that this inquisitive (perverse) part of him wins, he tells himself that he’s not the one to blame; it’s Jongup’s fault for not wearing a shirt to bed.
He wonders if his roommate notices when the bed covers have been wrapped around him again.
Other than, they don’t really see each other often - that is unless you count the day Yongguk’s class was cancelled and the younger sat working at the desk, or that one morning where Jongup walked in on Yongguk when he was in the shower (the innocent blush dusting the younger’s cheeks was so cute).
It kind of saddens him that Jongup goes out of his way so much to avoid him (he’s not dumb; he knows that the college they go to doesn’t offer late night classes of any sort, and working so many hours would be too much).
He kind of wants to see the curve of the lips that everyone seems so amazed by, but he guesses that his roommate just doesn’t want to smile in front of him.
(He’ll just have to take Himchan’s word for it.)
Speaking of Himchan…
“-so then, I’ll see you at the café down the street at 10. Okay Bang?”
The line goes dead before he is given a chance to reply, and this time Yongguk doesn’t even attempt to suppress the sigh that escapes his lips. He really needs to start paying attention when on the phone with Kim Himchan.
He flops back onto the bed and brings his knuckles up to rub the sleep from his eyes, trying not to think about all the possible reasons his roommate might have to hate him.
----
Two hours later he’s sitting outside the café - somehow having managed to find a table there on such a beautiful day - with Himchan nagging at him about something he hasn’t really bothered paying attention to.
He’s more intent on trying to shade his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun, although his brain decides that he should instead be solving the mystery of his AWOL roommate.
“Does Jongup not like me?”
As soon as his traitor of a mouth blurts the words out he’s covering it with his palm, eyes just as surprised as Himchan’s are wide (like saucers).
An awkward silence descends upon them, the sound of chatter from the patrons nearby filling the air until Himchan decides to speak, his voice quiet.
“It’s not that he dislikes you, I think.” He taps his chin as he thinks about his words carefully, only catching the expression of hurt on Yongguk’s face when he glances up again.
“It really isn’t!” he waves his hands in front of him to try to dismiss his previous comment, but the damage is done.
Yongguk pushes his chair back as if he’s about to leave and Himchan panics, grabbing a hold of the elder’s arm and pleading him to stay. He still looks as if he wants to escape.
“It’s-it’s not that. Trust me,” he tells him, his grip unrelenting on his friend’s arm. Yongguk’s not buying any of it though, especially when Himchan won’t tell him anything more than that.
“Look I can’t tell you, but you’ll have to ask him,” he concludes with an air of resignation, letting go of him finally and settling back in his chair.
Yongguk still doesn’t know what to think.
The atmosphere between them becomes tense and he can’t help but resent Himchan when he’s keeping something from him. Yongguk really doesn’t like to be kept in the dark.
He stands abruptly, avoiding the other as he reaches out for him and heads towards the door.
“I’ve got work,” Is his excuse, but they both know it’s poor - his shift doesn’t start for another hour.
“Be careful on your way home - it’s supposed to rain!!” Himchan calls after him but the advice is ignored or unheard.
---
Work at the restaurant is brutal and drags on even longer than usual, all because Yongguk is distracted. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to let go of what Himchan said - why his roommate could possibly want to avoid him (whilst not hating him) seems kind of suspicious to him - and his boss eventually has to remind him that there are customers to serve.
For the next three hours he busies himself in his work and even agrees to do the shift after his in an attempt to forget the thoughts that plague his mind - although it’s also to prolong the inevitability of seeing Jongup (but not his smile) when he returns home again.
Two can play at the avoiding game.
When he finally finishes, it’s dark outside and just as his luck would have it, it’s raining cats and dogs out there. Someone was right about the weather.
He groans and stretches out by the window, thanking the gods that he left his umbrella there the last time it rained and that he’ll at least have some protection against the torrential weather.
As he steps outside, he feels no need for a coat (he reminds himself that even if it’s raining it’s still summer) and just walks home in the wifebeater he wears underneath his uniform and his pale green headphones over his ears. The sound of the bass thrumming through the speakers creates a mellow accompaniment to the water pooling at his feet, alongside the question that still lingers at the front of his mind.
The journey home is uneventful until he reaches his campus building.
He’s about twenty paces away, and all he can see is a figure moving beneath the light of the moon.
They aren’t standing still, he can tell this much, and instead they seem to be spinning around the courtyard; not a pirouette, but more like a twirl, led by their hips as their body follows - and wait, are they dancing?
Yongguk pauses to watch the scene unfold before him.
It’s mesmerising, he thinks, the way the falling raindrops cling to the boy’s bare arms as he raises them in the air, and how his flawless skin seems to glow under the limited lighting surrounding him.
The figure repeats his spiralling lap of the paved area before effortlessly swinging his body around a post in the centre. He starts to pop and krump as if dancing to the music in Yongguk’s ears, but when he pushes the headphones away from his ears he sees that the boy is dancing to a mystery tune that only he can hear.
Yongguk also can’t deny that the way the other dances is somewhat arousing. It’s smooth and it flows, his moves executed with deadly precision and an energy that’s hard to find these days. It’s obvious that the boy has some experience (a dance student, maybe?) and that he’s passionate about what he is doing, even if it means that he is dancing in the rain.
The best part of his dancing, however, is not any of the moves, nor the highlighted tones of his body - although it is particularly nice to look at - rather, it’s something that Yongguk will never forget. That smile.
To him it seems even brighter than the moon, pearly teeth grinning wide and shining in the wind, only parting to allow musical laughter to reach out and harmonise with the sounds of the rain pouring down. It’s a beautiful sound.
Without realising, Yongguk has walked towards the source of his awe, his boots splashing in the puddles as he goes.
The boy in the rain turns around to face him with a smile, his pinky red hair flicking to side when he swings his head.
Yongguk gasps.
“Jongup!” he sounds breathless when he speaks, but he can’t stop his tongue from rolling. “W-what are you doing out here?” ‘and why haven’t you smiled at me like that before?’ he adds to himself.
“Hyung~” the younger singsongs like him dancing out in the rain is nothing out of the ordinary.
It’s the first time that his blinding smile is directly aimed at him, and for a moment Yongguk struggles to breathe.
“You’re going to catch a cold,” Is the only thing that the elder can come up with as a response. His mind far too muddled to think properly.
Jongup simply shrugs, his eyes sparkling and his lips curved upwards still as he takes the few steps that close the distance remaining between their hearts.
“I was waiting for you to come home~” the younger tilts his head to the side, his eyes crinkling into perfect crescents as his stands with his arms swinging in front him, restless.
Yongguk almost chokes on his spit.
It’s a little bit more than overwhelming he thinks, to experience all the cutest sides of his roommate all at once - it’s really kind of unfair (he sort of maybe blames Jongup for keeping it from him) - and it leaves him disadvantaged in the situation at hand. He’s easily overpowered.
When Yongguk finally gathers his senses and closes his gaping mouth, he remembers exactly where they are standing and just what he was doing moments ago, along with the fact that the sky is chucking buckets down. Hurriedly, he lifts the umbrella that’s covering him and leans so that it shelters them both from the rain - Jongup just giggles.
Yongguk thinks the sound is fucking eargasmic.
“You don’t need to force yourself to be kind to me,” the elder’s voice almost whispers, his voice muffled slightly by the constant pita patter surrounding them.
He’s so close to the other that Yongguk can count every eyelash, each of them wet and glistening with little stars fallen in the rain, just like the bright glimmer of his eyes. He watches, captivated, as Jongup nibbles down on his bottom lip, noticing only now how the younger is shivering slightly.
He wonders if it is just from the rain.
“I-I’m not forcing myself.” The shorter of the two says after a moment, glancing up from where he has been looking at the safety of the rain on the ground. Yongguk can tell from the slight stuttering that the younger is nervous (he looks cute like this too), but the statement is firm and full of conviction and he can’t bring himself to even try and refute him with an argument of his own.
(he’s already caving).
“Yongguk hyung,” the elder tries to suppress a smile at the familiarity Jongup is using when speaking his name, but to him it’s like a drug to his ears that he just can’t resist. “Himchan told me what you said before and …I guess I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you-“ (Yongguk can’t help but scoff at this - his theory that Jongup has been avoiding him has been proved correct.) The younger spares him a look of pain and worry before continuing.
“-but I-it’s not because I don’t like you or anything,” He adds in a tumble of words, stumbling over his speech that increases in speed and loses coherency with every passing second. The elder only frowns in response - he can’t make out anything that Jongup is saying.
“-actually it’s really the opposite. I like you, a lot hyung, and I’m sorry that I made you upset and that I’ve probably made you feel really uncomfortable now-“at this point Yongguk wonders if the younger is ever going to pause to breathe (Jongup is speaking so rapidly now it’s as if he’s never going to stop), and he tries to raise a hand to grab Jongup’s attention and ask him to repeat himself more slowly. It’s of no use though, as his roommate refuses to take his eyes off of the pavement.
“-and if you want, I can move out and you’ll get a new, straight housemate who’ll be so much better than me and you can probably do things together and not feel anxious about it-”
“Jongup.” Yongguk tries to interrupt him, but the younger doesn’t seem to be paying attention to him anymore.
“-but it’s just that you’re so kind and I couldn’t help falling for you and I’m just really sor-”
“Jongup!” this time he shouts it, immediately hushing himself however, when he finds Jongup watching him with fearful eyes.
“What did you just say?” he tries to soften his words, but in his deep, raspy voice it just sounds strained. Jongup doesn’t seem to notice this.
“T-that I’m really sorry?” his roommate responds after a moment, though to Yongguk it seems as if he is uncertain himself.
“No, before that.” he says just as gently as before.
“T-that I’ll move out?” this time they both know that it is not the answer that the elder is looking for. Yongguk growls low in his throat; on impulse he takes a hold of the other’s wrist and pulls him close until their chests are flush against each other.
“Jongup.” He says with a voice of finality (his fondness still shows through).
The boy in question tries to rake his gaze anywhere but the one right in front of him.
“I’ve fallen for you?” his voice has reduced in volume until it’s small and delicate, but with their proximity Yongguk hears it as clear as the notes of a wind chime hanging in the air. It sings out still in the silence that follows.
“Well that’s good,” The elder gives a bright smile to assure Jongup’s wary gaze and moves his grip on the shorter boy down from his wrist to his palm. Jongup’s pink locks softly fall to the front of his face when he glances down at their hands, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion when the other seeks to entwine their fingers. Jongup lets him.
“Because well, you’ve got me falling too.”
Yongguk covers the younger’s astonished gasp with a kiss.
Jongup’s lips are soft and inviting and the elder takes a moment to memorise how they fit perfectly against the shape of his, before he pulls back to enjoy the stunned expression that the other’s face still forms.
“S-since when?” Jongup questions with wide eyes, unable to accept that the reality is not a dream.
“The first time it rained.” Is the elder’s sure reply that’s murmured against his lips.
“B-but that was when we first met!” the boy exclaims after he processes the new information. Yongguk nods and grins at the adorable blush that now spreads delicately, like cherry blossom petals, around his roommate’s cheeks - he especially loves that he is the cause of it.
He makes a mental note of how beautiful Jongup looks, flustered and shining like this.
Not wanting to let go of Jongup’s hand, the elder lets the umbrella drop to the ground with a thud. Neither of them take any notice of it, as all their eyes can see is each other (it’s all they want to see, too). With his other hand now free, Yongguk tilts the younger’s chin up, maintaining eye contact for a long moment to portray his honest affections, before he then glances down to the boy’s luscious lips and dives in to bruise them with a passion.
The sky is raining down on them, leaving both soaked to the skin, with their hair plastered to their faces and water dripping from their bodies just as if they’ve been showering together (fully clothed). They are more than likely to fall ill the next day, but neither of them care - it would just create more time to cuddle together the next day anyway - nor can feel the cold; they’re kept warm by the pleasant heat spreading from their joined lips and their beating hearts through to the rest of their bodies.
After a minute spend recovering from his shock, Jongup finally wakes up to reality. He relaxes, smiling into the kiss as he reaches up to tangle his fingers in Yongguk’s hair that’s mussed up from the falling rain; in response the elder of the two loops an arm around the shorter boy’s waist to keep him as close as possible.
Jongup’s smile tastes of chocolate and summer rain.