okay, i can't say that, but: oh my god (hyuna/jonghyun)
okay, i can't say that, but: oh my god
hyuna/jonghyun; r; 1,466 words
high school au
"Do you think it was destiny - us ending up in the same class and getting paired up like we did?" Hyuna's focused on the clouds of breath fanning out in front of her, complimentary of the late September freeze over Seoul had been experienced, as the question that had been plaguing her mind for almost a week finally clawed it's way out of her skull.
Her gaze flicked to the side, taking in her company; he was all big eyed, lightly toned and pillow lipped. It took everything in her not to sigh (embarrassingly) dreamily at the sight. She examined him as he leaned back onto his elbows, the small white object between his fingers creating a dimly lit pathway of light up toward his mouth, taking a long drag before offering the joint off to her for the second time that night, mouth stilled and clamped closed in the process.
Hyuna still felt light headed from the last drag, severely so, but accepted it anyway - taking a drag as she waited for Jonghyun to exhale and (hopefully) answer her question.
Exhaling, the corners of Jonghyun's lips turned upward, "You believe in destiny?"
Coughing slightly through her drag, Hyuna squinted toward Jonghyun, flapping her hand out in front of her face to get rid of the smoke clouding around her. He laughed at her action and she momentarily felt childish for doing so - he was probably so used to this sort of thing, it was no doubt completely obvious how much of a... "newbie" she was. Passing the joint back to him, she shrugged to save face, "I don't know, I guess so. It's nice knowing that some things are meant to be."
"Well...," Jonghyun trailed off, taking another small hit before frowning somewhat. "... This is the last hit of this joint and I have nothing left from my stash, sadly,” he paused, “but you can have it."
Hyuna sighed at how easily his train of thought was derailed and took the joint back from him without much of a second though, bringing it to her lips and sucking in as much as she could before butting it out on the ground on front of her. She turned away from him, knowing that her cheeks were probably puffed out to a comical degree as she exhaled for a last time - a small cough fit following.
"I think we create our own destiny," Jonghyun spoke up over her coughing fit causing Hyuna to turn back to him, another cough or two sputtering out along the way. "You're not gonna die on me, right?"
Hyuna shook her head quickly - maybe too quickly, she thought. "No, I'm fine, I'm... cool," she tried her hardest to level her tone down to something "like chill" as she leaned back to mimic his position, elbows digging into the soil at his side. "We got paired up because it... made sense.” Pause. “I never really understood why we stopped talking, but..., at least we are again, right?"
Blame it on the high, Hyuna thought, but she never would have dared speaking this openly to Jonghyun if completely sober. It had been such a shift in mood too - two minutes, tops, and here she was, turning to face him as he shot her a smile that would've made her weak in the knees if she'd been on her legs.
"We never stopped talking, I just stopped hanging around with your brother," Jonghyun shrugged. "It happens, it's not like it's abnormal or anything. Lives change, clouds... part, the moon... glistens," he paused. "You're such a fucking whiz kid though, getting into the senior classes, it's impressive."
Hyuna quirked her eyebrow. "Is it?"
"Yeah," Jonghyun nodded his head. "Yeah, you're pretty impressive all around, Kim."
Forcing her eyes up toward a tree branch dangling dangerously low over them, Hyuna hoped that the violent blush spreading across her cheeks wasn't at all visible in the darkness. It was barely a compliment, but it was enough to send her reeling. She tried her hardest to come up with a good response, but rather laughed - loud and harshly, the finishing touch of the laugh nearing on something like a snort as she caved to the side, head knocking against Jonghyun's chest.
"Hey," he started to laugh along with her, hand moving up from his side to graze her own. Hyuna continued to laugh as placed his hand across the small of her back, the heat of his fingers seeming amplified by her high. It felt as if his fingertips could burn little holes through the material of her shirt and as she pulled up from his chest to look him fully in the eye - for the first time that night probably - that heat only seemed to intensify.
Finally finishing off her laugh with a small cough, she smiled down at Jonghyun, raising an eyebrow as his leg hooked around her own, elbows giving way to both their bodies. Hyuna chuckled again as his back pressed fully into the dirt below them, scooting herself upward to be more level with him.
Where was all of this coming from? She wondered as she leaned downward, lips brushing lightly against his own. Eyes clamping shut at the touch, she sighed against Jonghyun as he returned the kiss, grip tightening around her waist as his tongue parted her lips. He tasted a mixture of smoke and cheap soju, not exactly what she'd dreamed of him tasting like, but she couldn't have been any better, she noted, as his tongue found it's way skillfully around the inside of her mouth.
It felt as if her lungs were going to shrivel up into tiny little raisins as she finally pulled back from him, chest heaving against his as she tried to take in as hearty of a breath as she could. Jonghyun's eyelashes fluttered open beneath her and she swore that her heart was going to jump right out of her chest right then. It took everything in her not to grab him by the collar and tear his shirt off from top to bottom, but she resisted. Instead, she settled on leaning downward, lips latching to the thin layer of skin protecting his collarbone as he groaned under her, hand moving to grab at the back of her head.
She winced slightly as he tugged snugly at a clump of her hair, Jonghyun laughing out an apology as he rolled their bodies over, legs pinning to either side of her body.
"Were you trying to say...," he started, mouth attaching itself to the nape of her neck, tongue lining down the side before he started to give slow, firm sucks against the skin. "... Earlier...," his teeth drug and she moaned, despite herself. "... that you like me?"
Hyuna nodded, head knocking against a thick patch of grass beneath her head, hand moving to grab one of his free, bringing it up to her clothed breast. He shifted against her, lips latching to her nape, and she giggled despite herself. “Oh my god,” another snort escaped as her giggle turned into another full blown laugh. “I’m sorry, that just... tickles...”
Detaching his lips from her neck, Jonghyun pulled himself back upward, looking down at Hyuna with a mixed expression - confusion, amusement..., lust, maybe? She quirked her eyebrow up at him, hand moving to give his bicep a quick squeeze.
“Why’d you stop?”
Hyuna felt her chest tighten as Jonghyun shrugged at her question, rolling off of her back onto the dirt at their side. Raising herself back up onto her elbows, she turned toward him, perplexed.
“It’s the dirt.”
She snorted again (for the third time that night, if that wasn’t a turn off, she had no idea what could’ve been.) “The dirt?”
“The dirt,” he repeated. “I can feel it sinking into my pores,” he paused, “and your shirt is really nice, I don’t want to ruin it.”
Pursing her lips together, Hyuna nodded her head in agreement, ignoring the spinning sensation that struck her as she started to stand up. “Well,” she started, gazing down at him, eyes glassy, as he mimicked her action, moving her hand to rest against his chest for support. “We could always find somewhere more... comfortable.”
“Like my house?”
“Like your house.”
Jonghyun slithered an arm around her shoulder as she took a step forward, legs feeling something like gelatin. She wasn't sure if it had to do with what was left over from her high or from the air that had just been sucked out of her lungs by him. “Sounds good to me.”
The daze that struck her when he leaned over to press his lips to her own once more didn't help - nor did the thoughts that dawned on her in that moment. If he felt that good inside her mouth there was really no determining how great he'd feel between her legs.
hyuna/jonghyun; r; 1,466 words
high school au
"Do you think it was destiny - us ending up in the same class and getting paired up like we did?" Hyuna's focused on the clouds of breath fanning out in front of her, complimentary of the late September freeze over Seoul had been experienced, as the question that had been plaguing her mind for almost a week finally clawed it's way out of her skull.
Her gaze flicked to the side, taking in her company; he was all big eyed, lightly toned and pillow lipped. It took everything in her not to sigh (embarrassingly) dreamily at the sight. She examined him as he leaned back onto his elbows, the small white object between his fingers creating a dimly lit pathway of light up toward his mouth, taking a long drag before offering the joint off to her for the second time that night, mouth stilled and clamped closed in the process.
Hyuna still felt light headed from the last drag, severely so, but accepted it anyway - taking a drag as she waited for Jonghyun to exhale and (hopefully) answer her question.
Exhaling, the corners of Jonghyun's lips turned upward, "You believe in destiny?"
Coughing slightly through her drag, Hyuna squinted toward Jonghyun, flapping her hand out in front of her face to get rid of the smoke clouding around her. He laughed at her action and she momentarily felt childish for doing so - he was probably so used to this sort of thing, it was no doubt completely obvious how much of a... "newbie" she was. Passing the joint back to him, she shrugged to save face, "I don't know, I guess so. It's nice knowing that some things are meant to be."
"Well...," Jonghyun trailed off, taking another small hit before frowning somewhat. "... This is the last hit of this joint and I have nothing left from my stash, sadly,” he paused, “but you can have it."
Hyuna sighed at how easily his train of thought was derailed and took the joint back from him without much of a second though, bringing it to her lips and sucking in as much as she could before butting it out on the ground on front of her. She turned away from him, knowing that her cheeks were probably puffed out to a comical degree as she exhaled for a last time - a small cough fit following.
"I think we create our own destiny," Jonghyun spoke up over her coughing fit causing Hyuna to turn back to him, another cough or two sputtering out along the way. "You're not gonna die on me, right?"
Hyuna shook her head quickly - maybe too quickly, she thought. "No, I'm fine, I'm... cool," she tried her hardest to level her tone down to something "like chill" as she leaned back to mimic his position, elbows digging into the soil at his side. "We got paired up because it... made sense.” Pause. “I never really understood why we stopped talking, but..., at least we are again, right?"
Blame it on the high, Hyuna thought, but she never would have dared speaking this openly to Jonghyun if completely sober. It had been such a shift in mood too - two minutes, tops, and here she was, turning to face him as he shot her a smile that would've made her weak in the knees if she'd been on her legs.
"We never stopped talking, I just stopped hanging around with your brother," Jonghyun shrugged. "It happens, it's not like it's abnormal or anything. Lives change, clouds... part, the moon... glistens," he paused. "You're such a fucking whiz kid though, getting into the senior classes, it's impressive."
Hyuna quirked her eyebrow. "Is it?"
"Yeah," Jonghyun nodded his head. "Yeah, you're pretty impressive all around, Kim."
Forcing her eyes up toward a tree branch dangling dangerously low over them, Hyuna hoped that the violent blush spreading across her cheeks wasn't at all visible in the darkness. It was barely a compliment, but it was enough to send her reeling. She tried her hardest to come up with a good response, but rather laughed - loud and harshly, the finishing touch of the laugh nearing on something like a snort as she caved to the side, head knocking against Jonghyun's chest.
"Hey," he started to laugh along with her, hand moving up from his side to graze her own. Hyuna continued to laugh as placed his hand across the small of her back, the heat of his fingers seeming amplified by her high. It felt as if his fingertips could burn little holes through the material of her shirt and as she pulled up from his chest to look him fully in the eye - for the first time that night probably - that heat only seemed to intensify.
Finally finishing off her laugh with a small cough, she smiled down at Jonghyun, raising an eyebrow as his leg hooked around her own, elbows giving way to both their bodies. Hyuna chuckled again as his back pressed fully into the dirt below them, scooting herself upward to be more level with him.
Where was all of this coming from? She wondered as she leaned downward, lips brushing lightly against his own. Eyes clamping shut at the touch, she sighed against Jonghyun as he returned the kiss, grip tightening around her waist as his tongue parted her lips. He tasted a mixture of smoke and cheap soju, not exactly what she'd dreamed of him tasting like, but she couldn't have been any better, she noted, as his tongue found it's way skillfully around the inside of her mouth.
It felt as if her lungs were going to shrivel up into tiny little raisins as she finally pulled back from him, chest heaving against his as she tried to take in as hearty of a breath as she could. Jonghyun's eyelashes fluttered open beneath her and she swore that her heart was going to jump right out of her chest right then. It took everything in her not to grab him by the collar and tear his shirt off from top to bottom, but she resisted. Instead, she settled on leaning downward, lips latching to the thin layer of skin protecting his collarbone as he groaned under her, hand moving to grab at the back of her head.
She winced slightly as he tugged snugly at a clump of her hair, Jonghyun laughing out an apology as he rolled their bodies over, legs pinning to either side of her body.
"Were you trying to say...," he started, mouth attaching itself to the nape of her neck, tongue lining down the side before he started to give slow, firm sucks against the skin. "... Earlier...," his teeth drug and she moaned, despite herself. "... that you like me?"
Hyuna nodded, head knocking against a thick patch of grass beneath her head, hand moving to grab one of his free, bringing it up to her clothed breast. He shifted against her, lips latching to her nape, and she giggled despite herself. “Oh my god,” another snort escaped as her giggle turned into another full blown laugh. “I’m sorry, that just... tickles...”
Detaching his lips from her neck, Jonghyun pulled himself back upward, looking down at Hyuna with a mixed expression - confusion, amusement..., lust, maybe? She quirked her eyebrow up at him, hand moving to give his bicep a quick squeeze.
“Why’d you stop?”
Hyuna felt her chest tighten as Jonghyun shrugged at her question, rolling off of her back onto the dirt at their side. Raising herself back up onto her elbows, she turned toward him, perplexed.
“It’s the dirt.”
She snorted again (for the third time that night, if that wasn’t a turn off, she had no idea what could’ve been.) “The dirt?”
“The dirt,” he repeated. “I can feel it sinking into my pores,” he paused, “and your shirt is really nice, I don’t want to ruin it.”
Pursing her lips together, Hyuna nodded her head in agreement, ignoring the spinning sensation that struck her as she started to stand up. “Well,” she started, gazing down at him, eyes glassy, as he mimicked her action, moving her hand to rest against his chest for support. “We could always find somewhere more... comfortable.”
“Like my house?”
“Like your house.”
Jonghyun slithered an arm around her shoulder as she took a step forward, legs feeling something like gelatin. She wasn't sure if it had to do with what was left over from her high or from the air that had just been sucked out of her lungs by him. “Sounds good to me.”
The daze that struck her when he leaned over to press his lips to her own once more didn't help - nor did the thoughts that dawned on her in that moment. If he felt that good inside her mouth there was really no determining how great he'd feel between her legs.