kissing you
579w. pg-13. baekhyun/namjoo.
baekhyun just wants to have fun, but namjoo is making that rather difficult.
"stop pushing so much, this shelf is rubbing wrinkles into my dress," namjoo complains as she shifts slightly, her arms slung loosely around baekhyun's neck. the boy laughs and mumbles an apology before moving to place another kiss on her exposed neck. namjoo squirms.
"if you give me a hickey, you'll be hearing from my manager," she scolds. sighing, baekhyun pulls away slightly to look at her face, blinking to let his eyes adjust to the dark.
"you're ruining the mood," he whines. "what fun is making out in a utility closet if all you're going to do is complain the whole time? of course it's not going to be comfortable. it's a closet." just as he's finishing his sentence, one of them accidentally kicks a can (or a box or a tool or something, baekhyun doesn't know, he can't see shit in there), sending a loud clanging noise through the air. they pause for a moment to make sure nobody outside has heard before continuing to their...conversation.
"exactly, it's a closet," namjoo whispers, tugging on her skirt to stop it from riding up too high. "not a very romantic mood to begin with. and anyway, you're moving around too much. stop kicking stuff over and just kiss me."
baekhyun rolls his eyes, and although he knows she can't see him, he's positive that she's sensed his actions, anyway. "as you wish, your highness," he says with a light chuckle before leaning in to press their lips together. one of his hands finds her waist and the other reaches out to stroke her cheek, but he misses slightly and ends up knocking something else off of the shelf behind her.
"mmmph - what the hell, oppa?" namjoo whines against his lips, stumbling slightly from the disturbance.
"don't worry about it," baekhyun says dismissively. he places a few light kisses to the corners of her mouth and steps closer, pressing their bodies together. "it'll be fine, namjoo-ah~" he sighs into her, this time not missing when he reaches out to caress her face.
before he can do much else, though, namjoo's eyes flutter open. suddenly, she begins to push him away. baekhyun blinks.
"...what?" he asks, face dejected like a kicked puppy.
"namjoo sunbae," she corrects, her stare unwavering.
"...what?" baekhyun repeats.
the girl sighs and does an eye roll of her own before reaching out to straighten baekhyun's tie. "i’m your sunbae, so you have to address me formally," she says flatly. "anyway, this was fun. the girls are probably looking for me though, so i should go."
baekhyun's mouth falls open in surprise, and it isn't until namjoo squeezes her way out from between the shelf and his body that he realizes she's being one hundred percent serious right now.
"whoa, hold on," he calls out, nearly tripping over whatever it was he had previously knocked down in his attempt to reach after her. "you're joking, right?"
namjoo laughs. "nope. but it's okay, now you know better for next time." she gives him a pat on the shoulder and a wink, and with that, a gawking baekhyun is left alone in the supply closet.
he sighs. he wants to complain about how they had barely gotten started, but then the full meaning of her words registers in his ears and a small grin finds its way onto his face.
next time can't come soon enough, he thinks.
baekhyun just wants to have fun, but namjoo is making that rather difficult.
"stop pushing so much, this shelf is rubbing wrinkles into my dress," namjoo complains as she shifts slightly, her arms slung loosely around baekhyun's neck. the boy laughs and mumbles an apology before moving to place another kiss on her exposed neck. namjoo squirms.
"if you give me a hickey, you'll be hearing from my manager," she scolds. sighing, baekhyun pulls away slightly to look at her face, blinking to let his eyes adjust to the dark.
"you're ruining the mood," he whines. "what fun is making out in a utility closet if all you're going to do is complain the whole time? of course it's not going to be comfortable. it's a closet." just as he's finishing his sentence, one of them accidentally kicks a can (or a box or a tool or something, baekhyun doesn't know, he can't see shit in there), sending a loud clanging noise through the air. they pause for a moment to make sure nobody outside has heard before continuing to their...conversation.
"exactly, it's a closet," namjoo whispers, tugging on her skirt to stop it from riding up too high. "not a very romantic mood to begin with. and anyway, you're moving around too much. stop kicking stuff over and just kiss me."
baekhyun rolls his eyes, and although he knows she can't see him, he's positive that she's sensed his actions, anyway. "as you wish, your highness," he says with a light chuckle before leaning in to press their lips together. one of his hands finds her waist and the other reaches out to stroke her cheek, but he misses slightly and ends up knocking something else off of the shelf behind her.
"mmmph - what the hell, oppa?" namjoo whines against his lips, stumbling slightly from the disturbance.
"don't worry about it," baekhyun says dismissively. he places a few light kisses to the corners of her mouth and steps closer, pressing their bodies together. "it'll be fine, namjoo-ah~" he sighs into her, this time not missing when he reaches out to caress her face.
before he can do much else, though, namjoo's eyes flutter open. suddenly, she begins to push him away. baekhyun blinks.
"...what?" he asks, face dejected like a kicked puppy.
"namjoo sunbae," she corrects, her stare unwavering.
"...what?" baekhyun repeats.
the girl sighs and does an eye roll of her own before reaching out to straighten baekhyun's tie. "i’m your sunbae, so you have to address me formally," she says flatly. "anyway, this was fun. the girls are probably looking for me though, so i should go."
baekhyun's mouth falls open in surprise, and it isn't until namjoo squeezes her way out from between the shelf and his body that he realizes she's being one hundred percent serious right now.
"whoa, hold on," he calls out, nearly tripping over whatever it was he had previously knocked down in his attempt to reach after her. "you're joking, right?"
namjoo laughs. "nope. but it's okay, now you know better for next time." she gives him a pat on the shoulder and a wink, and with that, a gawking baekhyun is left alone in the supply closet.
he sighs. he wants to complain about how they had barely gotten started, but then the full meaning of her words registers in his ears and a small grin finds its way onto his face.
next time can't come soon enough, he thinks.