The Art of Hiding
Title: The Art of Hiding
Author: crazybananatr3e
Pairing: Younglo
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Junhong wishes he didn't have to hide
Author's Note: My first post! Happy~ <3
[Junhong wishes he didn't have to hide]
“Who are you hiding from?”
Junhong’s head snaps to the side. Yongguk had spoken so softly that he thought he’d imagined it but then the leader is looking at him with an eyebrow raised in question and he squirms.
“Hiding, hyung?”
Yongguk’s eyebrow goes higher. “It’s our only off day this summer… wouldn’t you rather be doing something that isn’t work related?” He waves his pencil around in small circles, gesturing to the music sheets scattered all over the table.
‘Something that isn’t work related…’
Himchan had laid claims over Jongup since the beginning of summer, insisting on a shopping trip that Junhong was sure would result in Himchan going broke and Jongup looking very much like a loaded camel by the end of the day. The thought of ending up as Himchan’s personal valet ran shivers down Junhong’s spine and Junhong didn’t even need a second to think before turning down Himchan’s very gracious offer to join them.
Spending time with his two other hyungs would have made more sense to those unaware but the image of Daehyun and Youngjae tickle-wrestling each other on the floor, mock teasing each other about their pimples and baby fat, sing-shouting songs at the top of their lungs to each other just kinda really annoyed Junhong and made his stomach churn in a very unpleasant way.
Junhong didn’t like getting angry at his hyungs. Or one of them anyway.
Junhong shakes the thought out of his head and blinks up to see Yongguk looking at him expectantly. He shakes his head, “nope, hyung, not hiding. I just wanted to practice with you.”
“Aah, really?”
Junhong is almost sure Yongguk doesn’t buy it, but when his leader flashes him his wide, gummy grin, Junhong resolves to practice his hardest, for both their sakes.
----
Some time between the endless promotion cycles and tiring comeback preparations, Junhong finds himself getting used to it. He learns how to be properly embarrassed when his hyungs compliment his height and his perfect skin. He learns how to deal when his hyungs throw him under the bus by also complimenting him on his non-existent maknae agyeo.
Somewhere along the line, Junhong also learns that none of his hyungs are particularly opposed to skinship. Himchan craves it and constantly has an arm slung over someone’s shoulder or wrapped around another’s waist and just like with everything else ‘Himchan’, all the members adapt rather than resist, in a scarily natural way.
Though the hugs and hand-holding are startlingly intimate at first, Junghong learns to appreciate them. And over time, to his own delight, Junhong even learns how to respond and to show affection through touches like his hyungs. He takes pride in the way these actions soon become almost automatic to him. But no one told Junhong that they would be his downfall too, especially when it comes to one certain hyung.
Junhong didn’t even notice it until it hit him like a 2-ton brick when Youngjae sidles up to him in his bed, wraps his arms around Junhong’s waist and rests his forehead against Junhong’s much warmer one.
“H-hyung?” Junhong croaks in a half sleepy-half sickly stupor. His fever is running high but not high enough for hallucinations, he thinks.
“Relax, I’m keeping you warm.”
Junhong has to blink a couple of times more before he can see Youngjae and all the tiny freckles and moles on his flawless face clearly. Youngjae smiles kindly at the younger, “it’s okay, you’re gonna get better.”
He reaches up to push the damp hair out of Junhong’s face and then he lifts the younger’s head to slip an arm underneath it. He cradles Junhong to his chest and hums a quiet lullaby to lull the younger to sleep. It almost works except that Junhong find his face just inches away from Youngjae’s chest and that his legs are pressed against Youngjae’s thighs and he has to squeeze his eyes shut in order to forget the way he isn’t shivering because of the fever.
Junhong gulps and in the last moments of his consciousness before he let himself drift off to sleep, he wonders why it’s so unfair that he always has to be the one that hides.
----
It happens one night (or morning, really), after a particularly tiring 20 hours of dance practices. The entire dorm is quiet but for the muted groans when someone pushes the limits of his aching muscles. The two eldest hyungs have already gone to bed, Daehyun is in the shower, gingerly massaging his knotted back and Jongup is plain knocked out, not bothering to even wait for the shower.
Youngjae is on the couch, balancing his iPad in one hand and scrolling clumsily with his thumb because his other hand is occupied with Junhong’s pink locks. He strokes and tugs expertly and Junhong hums low in his throat. He wraps his long limbs around Youngjae’s waist and buries his head deeper into Youngjae’s tummy, this time letting out a very satisfied sigh.
Junhong thinks maybe he could lie here forever and be content with this until the fingers in his hair disappear. He turns and looks up to see that Youngjae has set his tablet aside and is staring at him with an unreadable expression.
“Oh, is Daehyun hyung out already?” Junhong asks. It’s the only reason he can think of for Youngjae’s sudden actions but Youngjae shakes his head.
“You don’t have to hide it, you know?” Youngjae says very quietly, making Junhong gulp. He isn’t used to this Youngjae. The Youngjae he knows is bright and happy and only turns quiet when he’s angry or thinking really hard. Junhong didn’t like it when he was the cause of either.
“Hide, hyung?” He asks, biting his lip.
Youngjae’s own lips twist up to form a lopsided smile as he reaches to brush at the younger’s lower lips. Junhong startles at the touch but barely has time to blush before he feels Youngjae’s soft lips against his. His eyes grow wide at first but then Junhong thanks the gods above for blessing him with good reflexes because his body only takes a second to catch up.
He sits up and kisses back, twisting his fists into Youngjae’s 100% cotton t-shirt. He knows he’s inexperienced and probably not very good at it, but Junhong goes at it with 100% and when they finally pull apart, Youngjae’s eyes are bright and his pretty cheeks flushed. Junhong can feel his rapid heartbeat beneath his curled fingers and knows his own heart is dancing the same frantic dance.
Youngjae blinks and smiles and the world comes crashing down on Junhong. He lets go of Youngjae’s shirt, “h-hyung…I...”
“I like you too.”
Youngjae’s smile grows so wide he almost looks silly and Junhong would laughing under any other circumstance but he can’t right now because his mouth is agape as he stares at his hyung disbelievingly. Youngjae laughs aloud at him and it actually sounds like bells in Junhong’s head.
“I like you too, Junhong-ah,” Youngjae says again after his giggles dies down and he just smiles down at Junhong with this smile that makes his insides do so many somersaults it kind of hurts but Junhong decides he doesn’t want them to stop ever.
“Kiss me again, hyung?” Junhong hears himself saying but he doesn’t remember when he’d made the decision to ask and worries that this was all just part of the cruelest joke his hyungs could play on him. He doesn’t linger on it though, because Youngjae’s lips are so soft and warm and perfect against his that all thoughts fly out of his mind and he’s just pressing back, kissing back.
Kissing his Youngjae hyung back.
----
Youngjae has his hips halfway on the crowded table, one of Junghong’s hands up his shirt, counting down his ribs and making his skin tingle deliciously. He’s not very used to this Junhong but he’s already grown to love it. Youngjae has long given up wrestling for control and lets Junhong sweep his tongue over all the surfaces of his mouth. Youngjae’s breath catches when Junhong’s teeth grazes a sensitive spot under his ear and the moment his mind goes empty is when the fates decide play with him.
The heavy wooden door swings open and the two boys jump apart, red faced and lips flushed. Yongguk looks curiously from one boy to the other, taking in their rumpled appearances, before asking quite cautiously, “what are you two doing here?”
For once in his life, Youngjae finds himself speechless (how does he explain to his leader that he’s ruined their maknae’s innocence?) but just as he opens his mouth, Junhong speaks up.
“We were hiding, hyung.”
Youngjae frowns at the younger boy but it seems it was the right thing to say because Yongguk only narrows his eyes at the two of them and sighs in resignation before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
“You have 5 more minutes,” he calls from the other side and Junhong wastes no time, tugging Youngjae’s shirt off. Youngjae obliges, though still confused, and pulls at Junhong’s belt with his free hand. Junhong smiles and pulls his hyung up to capture his lips again. He’s happy, so happy to just hide now, and worry later.
Author: crazybananatr3e
Pairing: Younglo
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Junhong wishes he didn't have to hide
Author's Note: My first post! Happy~ <3
[Junhong wishes he didn't have to hide]
“Who are you hiding from?”
Junhong’s head snaps to the side. Yongguk had spoken so softly that he thought he’d imagined it but then the leader is looking at him with an eyebrow raised in question and he squirms.
“Hiding, hyung?”
Yongguk’s eyebrow goes higher. “It’s our only off day this summer… wouldn’t you rather be doing something that isn’t work related?” He waves his pencil around in small circles, gesturing to the music sheets scattered all over the table.
‘Something that isn’t work related…’
Himchan had laid claims over Jongup since the beginning of summer, insisting on a shopping trip that Junhong was sure would result in Himchan going broke and Jongup looking very much like a loaded camel by the end of the day. The thought of ending up as Himchan’s personal valet ran shivers down Junhong’s spine and Junhong didn’t even need a second to think before turning down Himchan’s very gracious offer to join them.
Spending time with his two other hyungs would have made more sense to those unaware but the image of Daehyun and Youngjae tickle-wrestling each other on the floor, mock teasing each other about their pimples and baby fat, sing-shouting songs at the top of their lungs to each other just kinda really annoyed Junhong and made his stomach churn in a very unpleasant way.
Junhong didn’t like getting angry at his hyungs. Or one of them anyway.
Junhong shakes the thought out of his head and blinks up to see Yongguk looking at him expectantly. He shakes his head, “nope, hyung, not hiding. I just wanted to practice with you.”
“Aah, really?”
Junhong is almost sure Yongguk doesn’t buy it, but when his leader flashes him his wide, gummy grin, Junhong resolves to practice his hardest, for both their sakes.
----
Some time between the endless promotion cycles and tiring comeback preparations, Junhong finds himself getting used to it. He learns how to be properly embarrassed when his hyungs compliment his height and his perfect skin. He learns how to deal when his hyungs throw him under the bus by also complimenting him on his non-existent maknae agyeo.
Somewhere along the line, Junhong also learns that none of his hyungs are particularly opposed to skinship. Himchan craves it and constantly has an arm slung over someone’s shoulder or wrapped around another’s waist and just like with everything else ‘Himchan’, all the members adapt rather than resist, in a scarily natural way.
Though the hugs and hand-holding are startlingly intimate at first, Junghong learns to appreciate them. And over time, to his own delight, Junhong even learns how to respond and to show affection through touches like his hyungs. He takes pride in the way these actions soon become almost automatic to him. But no one told Junhong that they would be his downfall too, especially when it comes to one certain hyung.
Junhong didn’t even notice it until it hit him like a 2-ton brick when Youngjae sidles up to him in his bed, wraps his arms around Junhong’s waist and rests his forehead against Junhong’s much warmer one.
“H-hyung?” Junhong croaks in a half sleepy-half sickly stupor. His fever is running high but not high enough for hallucinations, he thinks.
“Relax, I’m keeping you warm.”
Junhong has to blink a couple of times more before he can see Youngjae and all the tiny freckles and moles on his flawless face clearly. Youngjae smiles kindly at the younger, “it’s okay, you’re gonna get better.”
He reaches up to push the damp hair out of Junhong’s face and then he lifts the younger’s head to slip an arm underneath it. He cradles Junhong to his chest and hums a quiet lullaby to lull the younger to sleep. It almost works except that Junhong find his face just inches away from Youngjae’s chest and that his legs are pressed against Youngjae’s thighs and he has to squeeze his eyes shut in order to forget the way he isn’t shivering because of the fever.
Junhong gulps and in the last moments of his consciousness before he let himself drift off to sleep, he wonders why it’s so unfair that he always has to be the one that hides.
----
It happens one night (or morning, really), after a particularly tiring 20 hours of dance practices. The entire dorm is quiet but for the muted groans when someone pushes the limits of his aching muscles. The two eldest hyungs have already gone to bed, Daehyun is in the shower, gingerly massaging his knotted back and Jongup is plain knocked out, not bothering to even wait for the shower.
Youngjae is on the couch, balancing his iPad in one hand and scrolling clumsily with his thumb because his other hand is occupied with Junhong’s pink locks. He strokes and tugs expertly and Junhong hums low in his throat. He wraps his long limbs around Youngjae’s waist and buries his head deeper into Youngjae’s tummy, this time letting out a very satisfied sigh.
Junhong thinks maybe he could lie here forever and be content with this until the fingers in his hair disappear. He turns and looks up to see that Youngjae has set his tablet aside and is staring at him with an unreadable expression.
“Oh, is Daehyun hyung out already?” Junhong asks. It’s the only reason he can think of for Youngjae’s sudden actions but Youngjae shakes his head.
“You don’t have to hide it, you know?” Youngjae says very quietly, making Junhong gulp. He isn’t used to this Youngjae. The Youngjae he knows is bright and happy and only turns quiet when he’s angry or thinking really hard. Junhong didn’t like it when he was the cause of either.
“Hide, hyung?” He asks, biting his lip.
Youngjae’s own lips twist up to form a lopsided smile as he reaches to brush at the younger’s lower lips. Junhong startles at the touch but barely has time to blush before he feels Youngjae’s soft lips against his. His eyes grow wide at first but then Junhong thanks the gods above for blessing him with good reflexes because his body only takes a second to catch up.
He sits up and kisses back, twisting his fists into Youngjae’s 100% cotton t-shirt. He knows he’s inexperienced and probably not very good at it, but Junhong goes at it with 100% and when they finally pull apart, Youngjae’s eyes are bright and his pretty cheeks flushed. Junhong can feel his rapid heartbeat beneath his curled fingers and knows his own heart is dancing the same frantic dance.
Youngjae blinks and smiles and the world comes crashing down on Junhong. He lets go of Youngjae’s shirt, “h-hyung…I...”
“I like you too.”
Youngjae’s smile grows so wide he almost looks silly and Junhong would laughing under any other circumstance but he can’t right now because his mouth is agape as he stares at his hyung disbelievingly. Youngjae laughs aloud at him and it actually sounds like bells in Junhong’s head.
“I like you too, Junhong-ah,” Youngjae says again after his giggles dies down and he just smiles down at Junhong with this smile that makes his insides do so many somersaults it kind of hurts but Junhong decides he doesn’t want them to stop ever.
“Kiss me again, hyung?” Junhong hears himself saying but he doesn’t remember when he’d made the decision to ask and worries that this was all just part of the cruelest joke his hyungs could play on him. He doesn’t linger on it though, because Youngjae’s lips are so soft and warm and perfect against his that all thoughts fly out of his mind and he’s just pressing back, kissing back.
Kissing his Youngjae hyung back.
----
Youngjae has his hips halfway on the crowded table, one of Junghong’s hands up his shirt, counting down his ribs and making his skin tingle deliciously. He’s not very used to this Junhong but he’s already grown to love it. Youngjae has long given up wrestling for control and lets Junhong sweep his tongue over all the surfaces of his mouth. Youngjae’s breath catches when Junhong’s teeth grazes a sensitive spot under his ear and the moment his mind goes empty is when the fates decide play with him.
The heavy wooden door swings open and the two boys jump apart, red faced and lips flushed. Yongguk looks curiously from one boy to the other, taking in their rumpled appearances, before asking quite cautiously, “what are you two doing here?”
For once in his life, Youngjae finds himself speechless (how does he explain to his leader that he’s ruined their maknae’s innocence?) but just as he opens his mouth, Junhong speaks up.
“We were hiding, hyung.”
Youngjae frowns at the younger boy but it seems it was the right thing to say because Yongguk only narrows his eyes at the two of them and sighs in resignation before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
“You have 5 more minutes,” he calls from the other side and Junhong wastes no time, tugging Youngjae’s shirt off. Youngjae obliges, though still confused, and pulls at Junhong’s belt with his free hand. Junhong smiles and pulls his hyung up to capture his lips again. He’s happy, so happy to just hide now, and worry later.