[b.a.p] damage control
Who: Yongguk, Himchan (DaeJae extra)
What: 1800w, M
Summary: Yongguk can pretty much tell off the bat the moment Himchan forgets the glow of their MelOn win and remembers that Yongguk called him 'too pretty for his pimp coat' on the red carpet earlier that night. ←fluffy shower slash? ;A; /sobs. idk why i wrote this.
(orite, because ahjummachan and also hands that i really can't stop staring at)
*
Yongguk can pretty much tell off the bat the moment Himchan forgets the glow of their MelOn win and remembers that Yongguk called him too pretty for his pimp coat on the red carpet earlier that night.
They're locked in the bathroom-hyung's prerogative back at the dorm-and Himchan purses his lips in the mirror while Yongguk washes his face to finally be rid of the last of his makeup. Himchan's is still on, albeit smudged a little from when Junhong got them all teary again backstage, and his shaded brows are drawn in irritation when Yongguk looks up.
"What," Yongguk deadpans, catching the glance of Himchan's reflection.
Himchan says nothing for a moment then says, "Nothing," and turns away, shrugging out of his down jacket. He drops it to the floor and Yongguk watches him pull his black tee up over his head. Belatedly, he remembers that Himchan can still be touchy about jokes even if he laughs along at the time-especially jokes that make it to air.
But what's there to say?
Himchan is pretty, and slimmer recently for his diet, but even so there's nothing effeminate about his straight waist or the strong notches in his spine or his broad, sloped shoulders. He doesn't actually look like a girl. His hands are drummer's hands, guitarist's hands-thick-fingered and calloused from years of dedicated practice, and Yongguk can really only wish his own looked the same instead of slim and kind of delicate with tiny bones and tiny wrists.
Himchan huffs to himself, head bowed, and Yongguk knows he's looking down at his stomach and thinking about how much eating those pieces of fruit backstage will cost him in terms of sugar and kilojoules and just-coffee-for-breakfasts. And still definitely pissed that Yongguk called him an ahjumma.
"…Channie, don't be like that," Yongguk says.
Himchan glances momentarily over his shoulder, expression full of disdain, before going back to his belt and shucking that off too. He wordlessly steps out of his black jeans and designer briefs and Yongguk thinks the kids will definitely notice if they go to bed angry again, especially after the night's euphoria, so he reaches out and catches Himchan's wrist. Himchan turns around frowning. "Let go, Bbang."
"Look, I didn't mean it," Yongguk says, tone low and serious. "I'm sorry."
Himchan looks aside, hurt and annoyance plain on his face, and Yongguk thinks a little guiltily that it feels like paintball at Killing Camp again. He's just shot a puppy. "You're not sorry," Himchan mutters. "You always pick on me. Just me. Always."
Yongguk squeezes Himchan's wrist gently and slides his hand down to twine their fingers. "Channie, you know I can't pick on the kids..." He leans forward to rest his forehead against Himchan's temple, briefly closing his eyes. "You know it's because we're close…"
And they are close, right now almost sharing the same air. Yongguk feels the tension slowly leave Himchan's hands and shoulders, everywhere they're touching. At length Himchan heaves an indelicate sigh and Yongguk smiles, gently kissing Himchan's cheek. He waits through the stubborn moment it takes for Himchan to turn towards him before kissing his mouth and pressing him back against the tiled wall. He curls his tongue under Himchan's cute front teeth and caresses the line of Himchan's jaw with his fingers. Himchan tastes like the lip tint they all wear onstage, and Yongguk can still pick out the lingering scent of their Spray Can Dance deodorant on his skin.
"Guk," Himchan murmurs when Yongguk pulls back only enough for a little air.
"What," Yongguk deadpans and all but feels the roll of Himchan's eyes at his tone. But it's not 'nothing' this time.
"You're overdressed for this apology. Fix it before I catch another cold."
Yongguk chuckles. "Just get in the shower, Princess."
Himchan scowls, shaking his hand out of Yongguk's grip and stalking past him. "Don't tell me what to do." But he turns the water on anyway, leaning into the shower stall to test the temperature of it, and Yongguk shamelessly admires the view from behind while getting undressed.
There's just something about Himchan's back view that's almost as pretty as his front. There's the uninterrupted stretch of pale skin, porcelain and perfect; there's his legs, which are long and full, and his ass that still holds onto the roundness his face has lost again lately-Yongguk can't resist giving it a soft slap when he finally walks over.
Himchan yelps, spinning around to pin Yongguk with a glare that only intensifies when Yongguk smirks at him. Growling lowly, Himchan grabs Yongguk by the hair in retaliation and pulls them both under the water, forcing their mouths back together. Yongguk braces his hands on the tile either side of Himchan's head and lets Himchan do what he wants. He parts his lips at the pry of Himchan's tongue and rumbles deep in his chest at the taste of him-something he doesn't think he'll ever get sick of-and the slide of their tongues and the determined, angry way Himchan licks through his mouth.
Himchan's hands scrape down his back and grip at his backside. His blunt nails dig into Yongguk ass cheeks as he pulls their hips together and rocks up against Yongguk's body. Yongguk breaks away from Himchan's mouth with a soft grunt to rock back and Himchan smirks at him in return, pleased with himself. The sight of his wet, heat-flushed face, his kissed lips and smudged mascara, goes straight to Yongguk's cock. "Kim Himchan," he growls like a cuss word and Himchan laughs, low and husky.
"Want something, Bbang?" Himchan says, amused, and Yongguk bites his lip to keep from groaning. The water is never as loud as they think it is-and Himchan is not always as hopeless as he pretends to be. His thick fingers kneed Yongguk's ass as Yongguk gets a hand between them and starts to stroke them both together, quick and rough the way he knows Himchan likes it. He drops his head to Himchan's shoulder, finding a decent rhythm increasingly hard to keep with Himchan's hot breath by his ear, and Himchan's palms cupping the curve of his ass, his teasing fingers brushing over and over where Yongguk kind of really, really wants it now, all light playful strokes and zero promises.
Shit… Yongguk thinks and sucks at Himchan's neck in frustration, breathing hard. This isn't fair. But then he supposes payback's a bitch, and so is Himchan fairly often, so it's not as if he should've expected anything more.
He can hear Himchan's breath growing ragged too-but not fast enough with the way his own thighs are starting to shake with tremors and the way his strokes aren't working right at all, and then Himchan's laughing at him again and Yongguk growls deep in his throat, very nearly annoyed except for how that complete self-possession, always, is one of Himchan's sexiest attributes and he really doesn't hate it at all...
He pulls back enough to glare, ignoring the water on the ends of his eyelashes and the bleached hair trailing over his face. "Fucking tease."
Himchan grins, eyes dark and blown and glittering, voice breathy. "You love it, Bbang."
"Well, yeah…" Yongguk grumbles because he's not in the habit of lying, and anyway it's mostly true. He leans in and catches Himchan's earrings in his teeth, giving them a sharp tug. "I love you," he mutters, and it's definitely one of his cornier moments so he's a little surprised when Himchan lets himself give in with a hitched breath. His nails dig into Yongguk's ass almost painfully as he spills over Yongguk's hand; and the feel and sound of him, and the erratic jerk of his hips is enough to send Yongguk over the edge as well.
He catches his breath as Himchan does, gradually, and strokes them both slow and gentle down from their high, pressing soft kisses to Himchan's neck under the shower's spray.
Himchan pulls back first but doesn't meet Yongguk's eyes-Yongguk frowns. Himchan's voice is quiet. "Guk-ah…"
"Yeah?"
"…did you mean that?"
His words are so soft the water almost takes them, but Yongguk's first instinct is still annoyance-he's not at all the type to say heavy things with ease, ever, and Himchan should know that. But there's a transparent mix of insecurity, hope, fear and want on Himchan's face when Yongguk looks, and his irritation evaporates on the spot. Wrapping his arms around Himchan's waist, Yongguk nods. Short. Sincere. "Yes."
*
"You know," Daehyun muses from his bed above Yongguk's empty bunk, hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling. "The water never runs as loud as you think."
"Shut up, idiot," Youngjae says. "The kids are-"
"-both still busy Skyping Junhong's parents. What's the harm? I think this is a lesson we could stand to learn."
"Oh my god," Youngjae groans into his pillow. "I can't believe you're saying this out loud."
Daehyun peeks over the edge of his bunk, grinning. "'Cause you're loud."
"You're worse!" Youngjae peeks up to glare. "And anyway, you promised we wouldn't-"
Daehyun laughs. "That was before I knew the hyungs were. I mean, since they are, they clearly can't say anything if we're at least as quiet as them."
"That's not very," Youngjae says dryly.
"Okay, quieter," Daehyun says, entirely reasonable.
"Argh! Jung Daehyun, can you not-"
Down the hall the bathroom door clicks open and Daehyun sits up in bed, grinning wide. Youngjae refuses to look at him. "C'mon, man~ Our turn!"
"Go shower by yourself!" Youngjae grumbles, but Daehyun just laughs.
"Don't be like that. The kids'll be done soon and wanting sleep, y'know? It'll be quicker if we shower together." He grins sliding down the bunk ladder. "Just like the hyungs."
"Just like the hyungs what?" Himchan barks. He has his towel slung suspiciously around his neck like a really dumb scarf and Daehyun almost laughs in his face about it-but then he notices just how oddly close Himchan is standing to Yongguk right then, their arms brushing from wrist to shoulder. Yongguk's cheeks are a little bit pink and for one very long moment it's awkward enough just looking at them from in the same room.
"Uh-nothing, it's nothing," Daehyun says quickly as Youngjae scrambles out of bed having noticed the same awkward air. They evacuate the bedroom in record time, door clicking shut in their wake.
"Oh my god," Youngjae whispers with drama, three paces down the hall. "This has got to be worse than walking in on your parents!"
"Oh, I dunno..." Daehyun says thoughtfully, "are your parents that hot?"
Youngjae stares, scandalized, until Daehyun starts to laugh, and then Youngjae punches him and shoves him into the bathroom and locks the door behind them, wrestling him to the floor.
Daehyun's laughter isn't quiet at all.
What: 1800w, M
Summary: Yongguk can pretty much tell off the bat the moment Himchan forgets the glow of their MelOn win and remembers that Yongguk called him 'too pretty for his pimp coat' on the red carpet earlier that night. ←fluffy shower slash? ;A; /sobs. idk why i wrote this.
(orite, because ahjummachan and also hands that i really can't stop staring at)
*
Yongguk can pretty much tell off the bat the moment Himchan forgets the glow of their MelOn win and remembers that Yongguk called him too pretty for his pimp coat on the red carpet earlier that night.
They're locked in the bathroom-hyung's prerogative back at the dorm-and Himchan purses his lips in the mirror while Yongguk washes his face to finally be rid of the last of his makeup. Himchan's is still on, albeit smudged a little from when Junhong got them all teary again backstage, and his shaded brows are drawn in irritation when Yongguk looks up.
"What," Yongguk deadpans, catching the glance of Himchan's reflection.
Himchan says nothing for a moment then says, "Nothing," and turns away, shrugging out of his down jacket. He drops it to the floor and Yongguk watches him pull his black tee up over his head. Belatedly, he remembers that Himchan can still be touchy about jokes even if he laughs along at the time-especially jokes that make it to air.
But what's there to say?
Himchan is pretty, and slimmer recently for his diet, but even so there's nothing effeminate about his straight waist or the strong notches in his spine or his broad, sloped shoulders. He doesn't actually look like a girl. His hands are drummer's hands, guitarist's hands-thick-fingered and calloused from years of dedicated practice, and Yongguk can really only wish his own looked the same instead of slim and kind of delicate with tiny bones and tiny wrists.
Himchan huffs to himself, head bowed, and Yongguk knows he's looking down at his stomach and thinking about how much eating those pieces of fruit backstage will cost him in terms of sugar and kilojoules and just-coffee-for-breakfasts. And still definitely pissed that Yongguk called him an ahjumma.
"…Channie, don't be like that," Yongguk says.
Himchan glances momentarily over his shoulder, expression full of disdain, before going back to his belt and shucking that off too. He wordlessly steps out of his black jeans and designer briefs and Yongguk thinks the kids will definitely notice if they go to bed angry again, especially after the night's euphoria, so he reaches out and catches Himchan's wrist. Himchan turns around frowning. "Let go, Bbang."
"Look, I didn't mean it," Yongguk says, tone low and serious. "I'm sorry."
Himchan looks aside, hurt and annoyance plain on his face, and Yongguk thinks a little guiltily that it feels like paintball at Killing Camp again. He's just shot a puppy. "You're not sorry," Himchan mutters. "You always pick on me. Just me. Always."
Yongguk squeezes Himchan's wrist gently and slides his hand down to twine their fingers. "Channie, you know I can't pick on the kids..." He leans forward to rest his forehead against Himchan's temple, briefly closing his eyes. "You know it's because we're close…"
And they are close, right now almost sharing the same air. Yongguk feels the tension slowly leave Himchan's hands and shoulders, everywhere they're touching. At length Himchan heaves an indelicate sigh and Yongguk smiles, gently kissing Himchan's cheek. He waits through the stubborn moment it takes for Himchan to turn towards him before kissing his mouth and pressing him back against the tiled wall. He curls his tongue under Himchan's cute front teeth and caresses the line of Himchan's jaw with his fingers. Himchan tastes like the lip tint they all wear onstage, and Yongguk can still pick out the lingering scent of their Spray Can Dance deodorant on his skin.
"Guk," Himchan murmurs when Yongguk pulls back only enough for a little air.
"What," Yongguk deadpans and all but feels the roll of Himchan's eyes at his tone. But it's not 'nothing' this time.
"You're overdressed for this apology. Fix it before I catch another cold."
Yongguk chuckles. "Just get in the shower, Princess."
Himchan scowls, shaking his hand out of Yongguk's grip and stalking past him. "Don't tell me what to do." But he turns the water on anyway, leaning into the shower stall to test the temperature of it, and Yongguk shamelessly admires the view from behind while getting undressed.
There's just something about Himchan's back view that's almost as pretty as his front. There's the uninterrupted stretch of pale skin, porcelain and perfect; there's his legs, which are long and full, and his ass that still holds onto the roundness his face has lost again lately-Yongguk can't resist giving it a soft slap when he finally walks over.
Himchan yelps, spinning around to pin Yongguk with a glare that only intensifies when Yongguk smirks at him. Growling lowly, Himchan grabs Yongguk by the hair in retaliation and pulls them both under the water, forcing their mouths back together. Yongguk braces his hands on the tile either side of Himchan's head and lets Himchan do what he wants. He parts his lips at the pry of Himchan's tongue and rumbles deep in his chest at the taste of him-something he doesn't think he'll ever get sick of-and the slide of their tongues and the determined, angry way Himchan licks through his mouth.
Himchan's hands scrape down his back and grip at his backside. His blunt nails dig into Yongguk ass cheeks as he pulls their hips together and rocks up against Yongguk's body. Yongguk breaks away from Himchan's mouth with a soft grunt to rock back and Himchan smirks at him in return, pleased with himself. The sight of his wet, heat-flushed face, his kissed lips and smudged mascara, goes straight to Yongguk's cock. "Kim Himchan," he growls like a cuss word and Himchan laughs, low and husky.
"Want something, Bbang?" Himchan says, amused, and Yongguk bites his lip to keep from groaning. The water is never as loud as they think it is-and Himchan is not always as hopeless as he pretends to be. His thick fingers kneed Yongguk's ass as Yongguk gets a hand between them and starts to stroke them both together, quick and rough the way he knows Himchan likes it. He drops his head to Himchan's shoulder, finding a decent rhythm increasingly hard to keep with Himchan's hot breath by his ear, and Himchan's palms cupping the curve of his ass, his teasing fingers brushing over and over where Yongguk kind of really, really wants it now, all light playful strokes and zero promises.
Shit… Yongguk thinks and sucks at Himchan's neck in frustration, breathing hard. This isn't fair. But then he supposes payback's a bitch, and so is Himchan fairly often, so it's not as if he should've expected anything more.
He can hear Himchan's breath growing ragged too-but not fast enough with the way his own thighs are starting to shake with tremors and the way his strokes aren't working right at all, and then Himchan's laughing at him again and Yongguk growls deep in his throat, very nearly annoyed except for how that complete self-possession, always, is one of Himchan's sexiest attributes and he really doesn't hate it at all...
He pulls back enough to glare, ignoring the water on the ends of his eyelashes and the bleached hair trailing over his face. "Fucking tease."
Himchan grins, eyes dark and blown and glittering, voice breathy. "You love it, Bbang."
"Well, yeah…" Yongguk grumbles because he's not in the habit of lying, and anyway it's mostly true. He leans in and catches Himchan's earrings in his teeth, giving them a sharp tug. "I love you," he mutters, and it's definitely one of his cornier moments so he's a little surprised when Himchan lets himself give in with a hitched breath. His nails dig into Yongguk's ass almost painfully as he spills over Yongguk's hand; and the feel and sound of him, and the erratic jerk of his hips is enough to send Yongguk over the edge as well.
He catches his breath as Himchan does, gradually, and strokes them both slow and gentle down from their high, pressing soft kisses to Himchan's neck under the shower's spray.
Himchan pulls back first but doesn't meet Yongguk's eyes-Yongguk frowns. Himchan's voice is quiet. "Guk-ah…"
"Yeah?"
"…did you mean that?"
His words are so soft the water almost takes them, but Yongguk's first instinct is still annoyance-he's not at all the type to say heavy things with ease, ever, and Himchan should know that. But there's a transparent mix of insecurity, hope, fear and want on Himchan's face when Yongguk looks, and his irritation evaporates on the spot. Wrapping his arms around Himchan's waist, Yongguk nods. Short. Sincere. "Yes."
*
"You know," Daehyun muses from his bed above Yongguk's empty bunk, hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling. "The water never runs as loud as you think."
"Shut up, idiot," Youngjae says. "The kids are-"
"-both still busy Skyping Junhong's parents. What's the harm? I think this is a lesson we could stand to learn."
"Oh my god," Youngjae groans into his pillow. "I can't believe you're saying this out loud."
Daehyun peeks over the edge of his bunk, grinning. "'Cause you're loud."
"You're worse!" Youngjae peeks up to glare. "And anyway, you promised we wouldn't-"
Daehyun laughs. "That was before I knew the hyungs were. I mean, since they are, they clearly can't say anything if we're at least as quiet as them."
"That's not very," Youngjae says dryly.
"Okay, quieter," Daehyun says, entirely reasonable.
"Argh! Jung Daehyun, can you not-"
Down the hall the bathroom door clicks open and Daehyun sits up in bed, grinning wide. Youngjae refuses to look at him. "C'mon, man~ Our turn!"
"Go shower by yourself!" Youngjae grumbles, but Daehyun just laughs.
"Don't be like that. The kids'll be done soon and wanting sleep, y'know? It'll be quicker if we shower together." He grins sliding down the bunk ladder. "Just like the hyungs."
"Just like the hyungs what?" Himchan barks. He has his towel slung suspiciously around his neck like a really dumb scarf and Daehyun almost laughs in his face about it-but then he notices just how oddly close Himchan is standing to Yongguk right then, their arms brushing from wrist to shoulder. Yongguk's cheeks are a little bit pink and for one very long moment it's awkward enough just looking at them from in the same room.
"Uh-nothing, it's nothing," Daehyun says quickly as Youngjae scrambles out of bed having noticed the same awkward air. They evacuate the bedroom in record time, door clicking shut in their wake.
"Oh my god," Youngjae whispers with drama, three paces down the hall. "This has got to be worse than walking in on your parents!"
"Oh, I dunno..." Daehyun says thoughtfully, "are your parents that hot?"
Youngjae stares, scandalized, until Daehyun starts to laugh, and then Youngjae punches him and shoves him into the bathroom and locks the door behind them, wrestling him to the floor.
Daehyun's laughter isn't quiet at all.