Check This (4/?)
Check This Out (4/?)
Pairings: Junseung, Dooseob, Kiwoon
Genre: romance
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Between Yoseob’s complicated relationship with his TA, a vague friend (read: contact) who’s got the eyes for the cute ice cream employee, and working to get his dream job after college, Junhyung wonders why his brain decided it was a good idea to chase after a quirky librarian who just doesn’t seem very interested.
Check This Out (4/?)
Hyunseung exaggerated when he bashed Junhyung to Dongwoon. In all reality, Hyunseung found the man’s persistence attractive. Not to mention that he really looked good in leather. Honestly, if Hyunseung weren’t so busy trying to sort his own shit out, he might actually be interested. But Junhyung had yet to prove that he was worth it. So far, Hyunseung mused as he wandered up to the second floor of the library, the small eyed man had only proven that he was stubborn and capable of standing up for himself. Good traits, yes, but not enough to make Hyunseung consider him.
He ran his fingers through his dark locks and thought about the types of chords and scales that Junhyung represented. An old habit, but one that he took pleasure in. He was composing a melody with loud sharps and fast beats when a quiet hum of music broke his concentration. Hyunseung scowled and cursed the person making so much noise. Headphones were to keep the music in, not let the whole universe know what you were listening to. He stalked up the last two stairs and looked around the open landing, eyeing all the tables to see who was causing this disturbance.
He should have known.
Junhyung-jacket draped behind his chair, clad in a soft maroon sweater and dark skinny jeans, hair falling against his forehead. Headphones were plugged securely in and Hyunseung couldn’t help but take a mental snapshot. Nevertheless, the noise was leaking out the buds and Hyunseung walked over with the intent of scolding him…again. He just reached the wooden table when he noticed Junhyung was scribbling madly on a piece of paper and nodding along to an instrumental beat. Hyunseung stilled, curious about Junhyung’s actions.
Suddenly the boy opened his mouth and quietly muttered out a fast, smooth rap. His eyes intently scanned the paper and Hyunseung was stunned by the fluidity of his words. Then Junhyung faltered, tripping over a word. He set the paper down and began crossing out words and rewriting sloppily in the margins.
Hyunseung’s presence was ignored. His interest was piqued. And he’d easily admit-he was turned on by the display in front of him. The librarian stood thoughtfully for a moment before walking away and grabbing a book from a shelf hidden in the depths of the library. When Junhyung snapped out of his working frenzy an hour later, he noticed a thesaurus sitting innocently next to his elbow.
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Hyunseung was picking up his stuff from the central counter preparing to go home when Junhyung approached him.
“Did you leave that book with me?” he asked, skipping all pretense and formalities.
Hyunseung raised an eyebrow and put a composition book into his green backpack before zipping it up. “Maybe,” he said easily.
Junhyung tapped the counter with his fingers agitatedly. “Okay, wait,” he said, shifting on his feet. “What does that even mean? Are you making fun of me again? You make no sense and to be honest, it’s driving me crazy.”
“It shouldn’t take much to confuse you with that brain,” Hyunseung said before realizing that he was supposed to be nicer to the other man.
Junhyung let out growl of annoyance and petulantly shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m not stupid,” he said angrily.
“I know,” Hyunseung said shortly.
“I’m not-wait, what?”
“I know,” the brunette said again, looking up and meeting Junhyung’s shocked eyes. “I liked your lyrics. They’re really eloquent.”
Junhyung gaped for a moment.
Hyunseung shook his head at the other’s stupid expression and put his backpack on his back, adjusting the straps against his grey jacket. He started to walk out from behind the counter when Junhyung regained control of his brain.
“Wait!” he called out, rushing to meet the pretty man at the end of the counter. Hyunseung stopped and looked expectantly at him. “Um,” Junhyung said, gathering his wits about him, “Just one date. One. You won’t regret it. And if you do, I won’t bother you anymore, okay?”
Hyunseung was ready to say no. But as he opened his mouth, a “yes” came out instead and Junhyung was even amused to see surprise cross the librarian’s face.
“You said yes, you can’t take it back!” Junhyung said quickly. He dug around his pockets and pulled out his cell, thrusting it into Hyunseung’s pale hands. “Number, please.”
Hyunseung bit his lip and felt he had somehow been played. “Fine,” he said and quickly typed in the digits. He handed the phone back to the other and walked past him and towards the library exit.
“I’ll call you!” Junhyung said loudly after him, and Hyunseung shot him a warning glare before going out the door.
Junhyung suddenly remembered he was in the library.
But since Hyunseung wasn’t in there anymore anyway, he let out a loud “yes” that probably disturbed everyone on the first floor.
****
Yoseob didn’t go to school the next week. Junhyung texted him constantly, but Yoseob simply responded that he was ill and no, he didn’t want Junhyung coming to visit.
He spent hours curled up in bed. His heart took a beating he wasn’t prepared for. He honestly thought that Doojoon was just confused. That he’d come around. That’s why he’d been so quick to forgive the older boy that day. Because Yoseob truly wanted to believe that their argument was because Doojoon needed time.
What hurt the most was that now he knew-Yoseob knew with absolute certainty-that Doojoon cared for him. He cared for him but he wouldn’t take the risk. Yoseob ached knowing that to Doojoon, he wasn’t worth it.
To him, Doojoon was worth everything.
****
When Yoseob finally returned to school, Junhyung immediately pounced on him, looking for wounds or tears or anything that would give him a reason to cut the TA’s head off.
Unfortunately, Yoseob wasn’t talking.
“Why were you gone, Seob?” Junhyung asked, sitting Yoseob down in the seat next to him. Yoseob looked around the classroom but Doojoon wasn’t there yet.
“I was ill, Jun. I told you a gazillion times,” Yoseob asserted, pulling his books from his backpack.
Junhyung scowled and continued to stare at his friend. Yoseob opened his notebook and began scribbling on a blank piece of paper. Junhyung looked at his tired face, took in the disheveled hair, the comfortable baggy sweatshirt, the skinny jeans that didn’t use to fit that loose.
“I’ll kill him.”
“Junhyung!” Yoseob snapped, looking angrily at the boy next to him. Junhyung blinked in surprise at the younger man’s outburst. Yoseob breathed heavily for a second before collecting himself. “Please,” he said softly. “Please just don’t worry about it. It’s nothing.”
“Yoseob please just tell me you didn’t do anything stupid.”
Yoseob smiled and Junhyung knew it fit wrongly. “Jun we just fought is all. It wasn’t a big deal, but I really did get sick. You have to believe me on that one.”
“Fine,” Junhyung acquiesced, “then guess what I did yesterday?”
“Made an idiot out of yourself?”
Junhyung gave a playful swipe at his best friend and was glad to take his mind off what was worrying him.
“No,” he said and paused for effect. Yoseob raised his eyebrows expectantly. “I asked Hyunseung on a date and he actually said yes this time.”
Yoseob’s jaw dropped. “That’s a surprise,” he said, shifting in his chair to face Junhyung head-on. “When are you taking him out?”
“This weekend,” Junhyung said. “I just don’t know where to take him.”
“Ice cream,” Yoseob said plainly. “He loves it. And then…I dunno, take him to a music concert.”
“Why that?” Junhyung asked.
“You didn’t know? Hyunseung is a music major. He’s working to be a composer.” Junhyung let that information sink in.
“That’s amazing,” he finally settled on. “And a great idea, Seob. Thanks.”
“Yeah,” Yoseob said, suddenly becoming lackluster and slumping back in his seat. “Yeah, no problem.”
Junhyung opened his mouth to question his friend’s sudden emotional drop when he noticed Doojoon and the Professor walking into the classroom. Doojoon walked straight to his seat and began working, never looking up towards Yoseob’s seat. Junhyung scowled, knowing something was up, but the professor started talking and he was forced to push it to the back of his mind.
It didn’t stop him from stealing looks at Yoseob all through class.
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Dongwoon felt silly walking into the ice cream store while it was snowing, but he figured he was allowed to since the place was open anyway. The bell tinkled merrily as he pushed the door open, letting a small flurry of snowflakes follow him into the warmth of the store. No one was behind the counter, and Dongwoon gave a small pout in disappointment. He shifted uncertainly in the entrance a beat before walking toward the back of the store, unbuttoning his pea coat and flicking the moisture off the tips of his hair.
“Coming,” rang a call from the back room and Dongwoon smiled upon hearing the familiar voice. Kikwang suddenly appeared, wiping his hands off on his white apron and sporting a large grin. Today the dark haired man was sporting thick, black glasses Dongwoon found adorable.
“It’s you,” Kikwang said happily, leaning against the counter. “Dongwoon, right?”
Dongwoon flushed, pleased that Kikwang had remembered him. “Yeah, that’s right,” he said unintelligently. “How are you?”
“I’m great,” Kikwang smiled. Dongwoon loved that he was always smiling. “Just working. You know, the usual. I’m surprised you’re here though, since it’s snowing and all.”
Dongwoon’s flush deepened. “Yeah I know,” he said, smoothing down the front of his shirt. “I just wanted a break from classes.”
“Oh so you go to school?” Kikwang asked.
“Yeah, with the other guys I was here with last time.”
“Cool,” Kikwang said, scooping ice cream out of a couple different tubs. “I go to school, too, but it’s chef school.”
“You’re going to be a chef?” Dongwoon asked surprised. Kikwang’s looked innocently at the taller man.
“Do I really not look it?”
“No, no!” Dongwoon exclaimed, flailing his arms in denial. “You look it! I just didn’t really think about it, is all.”
Kikwang laughed. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t offended or anything. Here you go,” and he placed a large cup of colorful ice cream with tons of toppings on the counter.
“What’s this?” Dongwoon asked, taking the huge cup.
“Ice cream, of course,” Kikwang said happily. “I just guessed what kind you’d like and made a special concoction. On the house, of course.”
Dongwoon ate a spoonful of chocolate ice cream with raspberries and grinned. “It’s delicious. Thanks!”
“What kind of classes are you taking?” Kikwang asked, coming out from behind the counter and leading Dongwoon over to a small table.
“Just general classes right now,” Dongwoon said in between mouthfuls. “I don’t really know what I want to do yet.”
“That’s fine,” Kikwang said, propping his chin on his hands. “You have time. How old are you anyway?”
Dongwoon smiled. “Twenty. You?”
“Twenty-one,” Kikwang answered. “That makes us friends!”
Dongwoon’s heart gave a thump. “Good,” he said, swallowing hard.
“So when’s your next class, Dongwoon?” Kikwang asked.
Dongwoon looked at the clock on the wall above the door. “Crap,” he exclaimed, leaping to his feet. “Five minutes! I’m sorry, I have to run!”
“Take your ice cream with you,” Kikwang said, walking Dongwoon to the door. “I’ll see you around, Dongwoon!”
“Of course!” Dongwoon said eagerly, blushed, and then rushed off back to campus.
Kikwang stood at the door biting his lip happily before walking back into the store with a small jump in his step.
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A.N: Super Bass by Nicki Minaj is pretty much the song on repeat as I write this fic. I don’t even know why, but it just fits so well for me >.<
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Pairings: Junseung, Dooseob, Kiwoon
Genre: romance
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Between Yoseob’s complicated relationship with his TA, a vague friend (read: contact) who’s got the eyes for the cute ice cream employee, and working to get his dream job after college, Junhyung wonders why his brain decided it was a good idea to chase after a quirky librarian who just doesn’t seem very interested.
Check This Out (4/?)
Hyunseung exaggerated when he bashed Junhyung to Dongwoon. In all reality, Hyunseung found the man’s persistence attractive. Not to mention that he really looked good in leather. Honestly, if Hyunseung weren’t so busy trying to sort his own shit out, he might actually be interested. But Junhyung had yet to prove that he was worth it. So far, Hyunseung mused as he wandered up to the second floor of the library, the small eyed man had only proven that he was stubborn and capable of standing up for himself. Good traits, yes, but not enough to make Hyunseung consider him.
He ran his fingers through his dark locks and thought about the types of chords and scales that Junhyung represented. An old habit, but one that he took pleasure in. He was composing a melody with loud sharps and fast beats when a quiet hum of music broke his concentration. Hyunseung scowled and cursed the person making so much noise. Headphones were to keep the music in, not let the whole universe know what you were listening to. He stalked up the last two stairs and looked around the open landing, eyeing all the tables to see who was causing this disturbance.
He should have known.
Junhyung-jacket draped behind his chair, clad in a soft maroon sweater and dark skinny jeans, hair falling against his forehead. Headphones were plugged securely in and Hyunseung couldn’t help but take a mental snapshot. Nevertheless, the noise was leaking out the buds and Hyunseung walked over with the intent of scolding him…again. He just reached the wooden table when he noticed Junhyung was scribbling madly on a piece of paper and nodding along to an instrumental beat. Hyunseung stilled, curious about Junhyung’s actions.
Suddenly the boy opened his mouth and quietly muttered out a fast, smooth rap. His eyes intently scanned the paper and Hyunseung was stunned by the fluidity of his words. Then Junhyung faltered, tripping over a word. He set the paper down and began crossing out words and rewriting sloppily in the margins.
Hyunseung’s presence was ignored. His interest was piqued. And he’d easily admit-he was turned on by the display in front of him. The librarian stood thoughtfully for a moment before walking away and grabbing a book from a shelf hidden in the depths of the library. When Junhyung snapped out of his working frenzy an hour later, he noticed a thesaurus sitting innocently next to his elbow.
****
Hyunseung was picking up his stuff from the central counter preparing to go home when Junhyung approached him.
“Did you leave that book with me?” he asked, skipping all pretense and formalities.
Hyunseung raised an eyebrow and put a composition book into his green backpack before zipping it up. “Maybe,” he said easily.
Junhyung tapped the counter with his fingers agitatedly. “Okay, wait,” he said, shifting on his feet. “What does that even mean? Are you making fun of me again? You make no sense and to be honest, it’s driving me crazy.”
“It shouldn’t take much to confuse you with that brain,” Hyunseung said before realizing that he was supposed to be nicer to the other man.
Junhyung let out growl of annoyance and petulantly shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m not stupid,” he said angrily.
“I know,” Hyunseung said shortly.
“I’m not-wait, what?”
“I know,” the brunette said again, looking up and meeting Junhyung’s shocked eyes. “I liked your lyrics. They’re really eloquent.”
Junhyung gaped for a moment.
Hyunseung shook his head at the other’s stupid expression and put his backpack on his back, adjusting the straps against his grey jacket. He started to walk out from behind the counter when Junhyung regained control of his brain.
“Wait!” he called out, rushing to meet the pretty man at the end of the counter. Hyunseung stopped and looked expectantly at him. “Um,” Junhyung said, gathering his wits about him, “Just one date. One. You won’t regret it. And if you do, I won’t bother you anymore, okay?”
Hyunseung was ready to say no. But as he opened his mouth, a “yes” came out instead and Junhyung was even amused to see surprise cross the librarian’s face.
“You said yes, you can’t take it back!” Junhyung said quickly. He dug around his pockets and pulled out his cell, thrusting it into Hyunseung’s pale hands. “Number, please.”
Hyunseung bit his lip and felt he had somehow been played. “Fine,” he said and quickly typed in the digits. He handed the phone back to the other and walked past him and towards the library exit.
“I’ll call you!” Junhyung said loudly after him, and Hyunseung shot him a warning glare before going out the door.
Junhyung suddenly remembered he was in the library.
But since Hyunseung wasn’t in there anymore anyway, he let out a loud “yes” that probably disturbed everyone on the first floor.
****
Yoseob didn’t go to school the next week. Junhyung texted him constantly, but Yoseob simply responded that he was ill and no, he didn’t want Junhyung coming to visit.
He spent hours curled up in bed. His heart took a beating he wasn’t prepared for. He honestly thought that Doojoon was just confused. That he’d come around. That’s why he’d been so quick to forgive the older boy that day. Because Yoseob truly wanted to believe that their argument was because Doojoon needed time.
What hurt the most was that now he knew-Yoseob knew with absolute certainty-that Doojoon cared for him. He cared for him but he wouldn’t take the risk. Yoseob ached knowing that to Doojoon, he wasn’t worth it.
To him, Doojoon was worth everything.
****
When Yoseob finally returned to school, Junhyung immediately pounced on him, looking for wounds or tears or anything that would give him a reason to cut the TA’s head off.
Unfortunately, Yoseob wasn’t talking.
“Why were you gone, Seob?” Junhyung asked, sitting Yoseob down in the seat next to him. Yoseob looked around the classroom but Doojoon wasn’t there yet.
“I was ill, Jun. I told you a gazillion times,” Yoseob asserted, pulling his books from his backpack.
Junhyung scowled and continued to stare at his friend. Yoseob opened his notebook and began scribbling on a blank piece of paper. Junhyung looked at his tired face, took in the disheveled hair, the comfortable baggy sweatshirt, the skinny jeans that didn’t use to fit that loose.
“I’ll kill him.”
“Junhyung!” Yoseob snapped, looking angrily at the boy next to him. Junhyung blinked in surprise at the younger man’s outburst. Yoseob breathed heavily for a second before collecting himself. “Please,” he said softly. “Please just don’t worry about it. It’s nothing.”
“Yoseob please just tell me you didn’t do anything stupid.”
Yoseob smiled and Junhyung knew it fit wrongly. “Jun we just fought is all. It wasn’t a big deal, but I really did get sick. You have to believe me on that one.”
“Fine,” Junhyung acquiesced, “then guess what I did yesterday?”
“Made an idiot out of yourself?”
Junhyung gave a playful swipe at his best friend and was glad to take his mind off what was worrying him.
“No,” he said and paused for effect. Yoseob raised his eyebrows expectantly. “I asked Hyunseung on a date and he actually said yes this time.”
Yoseob’s jaw dropped. “That’s a surprise,” he said, shifting in his chair to face Junhyung head-on. “When are you taking him out?”
“This weekend,” Junhyung said. “I just don’t know where to take him.”
“Ice cream,” Yoseob said plainly. “He loves it. And then…I dunno, take him to a music concert.”
“Why that?” Junhyung asked.
“You didn’t know? Hyunseung is a music major. He’s working to be a composer.” Junhyung let that information sink in.
“That’s amazing,” he finally settled on. “And a great idea, Seob. Thanks.”
“Yeah,” Yoseob said, suddenly becoming lackluster and slumping back in his seat. “Yeah, no problem.”
Junhyung opened his mouth to question his friend’s sudden emotional drop when he noticed Doojoon and the Professor walking into the classroom. Doojoon walked straight to his seat and began working, never looking up towards Yoseob’s seat. Junhyung scowled, knowing something was up, but the professor started talking and he was forced to push it to the back of his mind.
It didn’t stop him from stealing looks at Yoseob all through class.
****
Dongwoon felt silly walking into the ice cream store while it was snowing, but he figured he was allowed to since the place was open anyway. The bell tinkled merrily as he pushed the door open, letting a small flurry of snowflakes follow him into the warmth of the store. No one was behind the counter, and Dongwoon gave a small pout in disappointment. He shifted uncertainly in the entrance a beat before walking toward the back of the store, unbuttoning his pea coat and flicking the moisture off the tips of his hair.
“Coming,” rang a call from the back room and Dongwoon smiled upon hearing the familiar voice. Kikwang suddenly appeared, wiping his hands off on his white apron and sporting a large grin. Today the dark haired man was sporting thick, black glasses Dongwoon found adorable.
“It’s you,” Kikwang said happily, leaning against the counter. “Dongwoon, right?”
Dongwoon flushed, pleased that Kikwang had remembered him. “Yeah, that’s right,” he said unintelligently. “How are you?”
“I’m great,” Kikwang smiled. Dongwoon loved that he was always smiling. “Just working. You know, the usual. I’m surprised you’re here though, since it’s snowing and all.”
Dongwoon’s flush deepened. “Yeah I know,” he said, smoothing down the front of his shirt. “I just wanted a break from classes.”
“Oh so you go to school?” Kikwang asked.
“Yeah, with the other guys I was here with last time.”
“Cool,” Kikwang said, scooping ice cream out of a couple different tubs. “I go to school, too, but it’s chef school.”
“You’re going to be a chef?” Dongwoon asked surprised. Kikwang’s looked innocently at the taller man.
“Do I really not look it?”
“No, no!” Dongwoon exclaimed, flailing his arms in denial. “You look it! I just didn’t really think about it, is all.”
Kikwang laughed. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t offended or anything. Here you go,” and he placed a large cup of colorful ice cream with tons of toppings on the counter.
“What’s this?” Dongwoon asked, taking the huge cup.
“Ice cream, of course,” Kikwang said happily. “I just guessed what kind you’d like and made a special concoction. On the house, of course.”
Dongwoon ate a spoonful of chocolate ice cream with raspberries and grinned. “It’s delicious. Thanks!”
“What kind of classes are you taking?” Kikwang asked, coming out from behind the counter and leading Dongwoon over to a small table.
“Just general classes right now,” Dongwoon said in between mouthfuls. “I don’t really know what I want to do yet.”
“That’s fine,” Kikwang said, propping his chin on his hands. “You have time. How old are you anyway?”
Dongwoon smiled. “Twenty. You?”
“Twenty-one,” Kikwang answered. “That makes us friends!”
Dongwoon’s heart gave a thump. “Good,” he said, swallowing hard.
“So when’s your next class, Dongwoon?” Kikwang asked.
Dongwoon looked at the clock on the wall above the door. “Crap,” he exclaimed, leaping to his feet. “Five minutes! I’m sorry, I have to run!”
“Take your ice cream with you,” Kikwang said, walking Dongwoon to the door. “I’ll see you around, Dongwoon!”
“Of course!” Dongwoon said eagerly, blushed, and then rushed off back to campus.
Kikwang stood at the door biting his lip happily before walking back into the store with a small jump in his step.
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A.N: Super Bass by Nicki Minaj is pretty much the song on repeat as I write this fic. I don’t even know why, but it just fits so well for me >.<
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