Cabi (4/?) (To be read after Hot Shot)
Title: Cabi (4/?)
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Eventual!Orig3
Summary: Learn to swim before going into the deep end.
A/N: OH LOOK GUIS. THIS STILL EXISTS. OTL But, like, if you haven't read Hot Shot, this won't make much sense, so from here on out, everything depends on that since Hot Shot was like the turning point. There'll be another oneshot-party-fic later on when the second turning point comes.
Episode 1 // Episode 2 // Episode 3 // Episode 4 // Episode 5
Doojoon knew that there would be something-that something would be different between him and Yoseob after the party. It’s just-he didn’t think that it’d be so immediate. He didn’t think it’d be so drastic-like-Yoseob grabbing Doojoon around the waist (tight enough that Doojoon instinctively grabs onto his trunks to make sure the instructor doesn’t accidentally pants him) after practice just the Monday after the party.
“The fuck?” Doojoon spins around and grabs Yoseob right back-holds the younger man’s wrists in his hands and pulls him off. Yoseob is laughing, grinning broadly right up into Doojoon’s face.
“Hey, there,” the instructor says brightly.
The other trainees, the other instructors, are all far ahead-heading straight for the hotel without looking back (except Doojoon sees Yong Junhyung hanging back ever so slightly).
Yoseob seems to catch where Doojoon’s gaze lingers-takes the trainee’s hand in his own smaller one and swings their intertwined fingers lightly. “Hey,” Yoseob repeats and his smile is a little smaller, a little more hesitant now but just as insistent-just as bright. “Today wasn’t too bad, right? The drills were a little easier, I thought.”
Doojoon’s eyes lock with Junhyung’s-just for a moment, just an infinitesimal fraction of a second, before Junhyung turns away-Junhyung is steered away by one of the other instructor’s (Jang Hyunseung). Doojoon looks down at Yoseob then, swinging his arm around the younger man’s neck lightly and returning the smile. “Yeah-I thought so too.”
It’s not that he doesn’t want to be interested in Yoseob-and it’s not like he doesn’t know, can’t clearly tell, that Yoseob is interested in him right back.
Doojoon likes Yoseob and he likes (really, really, really likes) that Yoseob seems to want him too. And he honestly doesn’t give a shit about breaking rules and codes of conduct and violation of shit and authority and all that since Yoseob looks like he knows what he’s doing and how to do it and Doojoon knows enough to know that trusting Yoseob would never be a mistake. It’s not that-it’s none of that.
Doojoon just doesn’t want Yoseob to really care about Doojoon to the point where it clouds Yoseob’s judgment and gives Doojoon an easy ticket into passing the program. He wants to pass because he’s good enough. (He wants Yoseob to know that Doojoon is good enough)
They get as far as the gates that lead onto the beach when Yoseob stops abruptly, and blinks up at Doojoon (they’re still holding hands), looking him up and down suddenly. Doojoon blinks back and supposes he sees where Yoseob is going with all this staring-Doojoon’s clothes and towels are still in the locker rooms since they came here straight from the end of training for the day (really, Doojoon hasn’t even had a meal since breakfast yet).
“What?” Doojoon asks after Yoseob continues to stare while minutes pass.
Yoseob bites his lip, eyebrows furrowing. “Maybe we should go back,” he says unsurely. “You’re fucking tired, right?”
Doojoon snorts-rolls his eyes, and uses his free hand to tousle Yoseob’s damp hair. “C’mon,” the trainee says, and opens the gate, leading Yoseob down onto the sand.
The sun is starting to set.
The sky is already starting to darken by the time Doojoon catches Yoseob around the waist and tosses him into the ocean. It’s positively pitch black (the only light coming from the stars and the lights back from the resort) by the time Doojoon and Yoseob are lying on the sand with the younger man curled against Doojoon’s side. He didn’t realize how exhausted his body actually is until he stopped moving and let himself breathe-because he swears that when he lifted Yoseob into the ocean, when he was twirling the younger man around and around (with the instructor cursing hard enough for Doojoon to suffocate laughing), it felt like Doojoon was just holding air.
There’s no weight to Yoseob, in Doojoon’s opinion.
And yet, despite how tired Doojoon is-despite the fact that even Yoseob is starting to doze off in Doojoon’s arm, right up against Doojoon’s body-the older man can’t find it in himself to even think of sleep.
He sort of has a question.
It sort of has to do with Yong Junhyung.
“Junhyungie-hyung?” Yoseob blinks sleepily, one arm loosely lying across Doojoon’s bare chest, head pillowed on Doojoon’s shoulder.
Doojoon smiles faintly at the night sky. “He’s not just your friend, right?” he asks. “I mean-I don’t think-”
“He is,” Yoseob says quietly, eyes staring somewhere-anywhere-that isn’t Doojoon’s face, “and he’s not. He really is just my friend-but-it’s like-” The younger man’s mouth tightens nervously.
Oh.
It’s like that.
Yeah-okay.
“You guys fuck?” Doojoon asks lightly.
Yoseob’s head whips to face him, eyes wide and surprised (and scared?). The instructor’s mouth falls open wordlessly-closes wordlessly, and then drops open again. “Not-”
Doojoon raises his eyebrows.
Yoseob’s mouth continues to open and close without a sound, eyes continuing to blink wide and surprised. “I mean,” he stammers, “like-he’s-how did-not-”
“That’s pretty hot,” Doojoon says playfully, wrinkling his nose and smiling. “I’d watch.”
Yoseob stares.
Doojoon raises his eyebrows again, eyes teasing and dancing through the darkness (because he loves playing with Yoseob-loves making Yoseob freak out-but he’d never judge Yoseob. He’s actually kind offended that Yoseob would be that surprised and scared about it). “Yo,” Doojoon says after a moment of silence (during which Yoseob continues to act as though he’s just been told that the apocalypse will take place in a five minutes’ time), “I know I’m your hoobae, but I’m still your hyung, yeah?”
Yoseob, in Doojoon’s opinion, is intensely good at this ice-sculpture-imitation-thing.
“What the fuck?” is the first thing that comes (loudly-screamed and shouted and sort of shrieked) out of Yoseob’s mouth when the younger man defrosts himself. The next thing that the instructor does after reviving himself is to assault Doojoon-scurrying away from the older man’s side and slapping his shoulder so hard that Doojoon very confidently expects blotches of blue and purple on his skin tomorrow morning. “What the fucking fuck-what?”
Doojoon laughs, easily catching Yoseob’s wrists and stopping him before Doojoon’s vital organs are endangered. “Fucking untwist your panties, and stop trying to kill me,” Doojoon grins as Yoseob tries to further the damage with his legs. The older man dodges and clamps down on Yoseob’s feet with his own.
Yoseob glares. “I hate you. Tonight I’m going to have Junhyungie-hyung fuck me extra hard because I hate you so much.”
Doojoon knows he should be at least slightly more serious-knows he should probably be jealous-but he can’t help it.
He laughs again.
This time harder, and supposedly louder than he should (he can’t help it-honestly) since Yoseob yanks away. The instructor sits up and folds his arms, glowering straight ahead at the ocean.
The older man smiles faintly to himself (tries as best he can to finish laughing) and sits up as well, scooting himself closer, sliding back beside Yoseob. He tosses an arm around the younger man’s shoulders and strokes his fingers lightly through the back of Yoseob’s hair. “Sorry,” Doojoon says, “if I shouldn’t have laughed.” Yoseob is quiet. “I still don’t really know you or him-but-like at the party? How Joon-shii kissed you and all? It doesn’t bother me or anything, y’know?” Doojoon carefully pulls Yoseob’s head onto the older man’s shoulder and rests his cheek against the younger man’s hair. “Just wanted you to know that.”
“It doesn’t bother you that my best friend is fucking me and I’m here flirting with you?” Yoseob asks quietly-his voice is almost hurt and Doojoon internally winces.
“No,” Doojoon sighs, since clearly everything he was trying to convey came out warbled and wrong. “I-just-I mean, like, I don’t know you yet, y’know? It’d be great if I could be the one fucking you and flirting with you and doing everything else with you, but he’s your best friend and I barely know you.” He shakes Yoseob playfully, gently. “All I know about you is that you’re fucking hot and hilarious-and it’s-like-your fucking hobby to beat my ass whenever you see me or something.”
Yoseob smiles slightly-against the skin of Doojoon’s shoulder.
The younger man licks his lips slowly and hesitantly glances up at Doojoon. “He’s really just my friend,” Yoseob says softly, earnestly, as he looks into Doojoon’s eyes. “It’s just-I-Joonie-hyung was awesome and all, but he’s with Seungho-hyung now, right?” Yoseob smiles fragilely. “I kind of suck at having relationships, so I just-kind of-like-ended up being with Junhyungie-hyung.”
Doojoon gazes evenly at the other man.
“I haven’t done it with him for a while though,” Yoseob says, that smile growing even more fragile-breakable and delicate and Doojoon wants to catch it (wants to protect it and make it strong and playful like it was earlier today). “I have this guy that I really like and it wouldn’t be fair to him if I kept having sex with Junhyungie-hyung.”
Doojoon bites his lips.
He has to.
Otherwise, the (humongous-gargantuan-endless) grin that’s threatening to stretch on them might break his face.
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Eventual!Orig3
Summary: Learn to swim before going into the deep end.
A/N: OH LOOK GUIS. THIS STILL EXISTS. OTL But, like, if you haven't read Hot Shot, this won't make much sense, so from here on out, everything depends on that since Hot Shot was like the turning point. There'll be another oneshot-party-fic later on when the second turning point comes.
Episode 1 // Episode 2 // Episode 3 // Episode 4 // Episode 5
Doojoon knew that there would be something-that something would be different between him and Yoseob after the party. It’s just-he didn’t think that it’d be so immediate. He didn’t think it’d be so drastic-like-Yoseob grabbing Doojoon around the waist (tight enough that Doojoon instinctively grabs onto his trunks to make sure the instructor doesn’t accidentally pants him) after practice just the Monday after the party.
“The fuck?” Doojoon spins around and grabs Yoseob right back-holds the younger man’s wrists in his hands and pulls him off. Yoseob is laughing, grinning broadly right up into Doojoon’s face.
“Hey, there,” the instructor says brightly.
The other trainees, the other instructors, are all far ahead-heading straight for the hotel without looking back (except Doojoon sees Yong Junhyung hanging back ever so slightly).
Yoseob seems to catch where Doojoon’s gaze lingers-takes the trainee’s hand in his own smaller one and swings their intertwined fingers lightly. “Hey,” Yoseob repeats and his smile is a little smaller, a little more hesitant now but just as insistent-just as bright. “Today wasn’t too bad, right? The drills were a little easier, I thought.”
Doojoon’s eyes lock with Junhyung’s-just for a moment, just an infinitesimal fraction of a second, before Junhyung turns away-Junhyung is steered away by one of the other instructor’s (Jang Hyunseung). Doojoon looks down at Yoseob then, swinging his arm around the younger man’s neck lightly and returning the smile. “Yeah-I thought so too.”
It’s not that he doesn’t want to be interested in Yoseob-and it’s not like he doesn’t know, can’t clearly tell, that Yoseob is interested in him right back.
Doojoon likes Yoseob and he likes (really, really, really likes) that Yoseob seems to want him too. And he honestly doesn’t give a shit about breaking rules and codes of conduct and violation of shit and authority and all that since Yoseob looks like he knows what he’s doing and how to do it and Doojoon knows enough to know that trusting Yoseob would never be a mistake. It’s not that-it’s none of that.
Doojoon just doesn’t want Yoseob to really care about Doojoon to the point where it clouds Yoseob’s judgment and gives Doojoon an easy ticket into passing the program. He wants to pass because he’s good enough. (He wants Yoseob to know that Doojoon is good enough)
They get as far as the gates that lead onto the beach when Yoseob stops abruptly, and blinks up at Doojoon (they’re still holding hands), looking him up and down suddenly. Doojoon blinks back and supposes he sees where Yoseob is going with all this staring-Doojoon’s clothes and towels are still in the locker rooms since they came here straight from the end of training for the day (really, Doojoon hasn’t even had a meal since breakfast yet).
“What?” Doojoon asks after Yoseob continues to stare while minutes pass.
Yoseob bites his lip, eyebrows furrowing. “Maybe we should go back,” he says unsurely. “You’re fucking tired, right?”
Doojoon snorts-rolls his eyes, and uses his free hand to tousle Yoseob’s damp hair. “C’mon,” the trainee says, and opens the gate, leading Yoseob down onto the sand.
The sun is starting to set.
The sky is already starting to darken by the time Doojoon catches Yoseob around the waist and tosses him into the ocean. It’s positively pitch black (the only light coming from the stars and the lights back from the resort) by the time Doojoon and Yoseob are lying on the sand with the younger man curled against Doojoon’s side. He didn’t realize how exhausted his body actually is until he stopped moving and let himself breathe-because he swears that when he lifted Yoseob into the ocean, when he was twirling the younger man around and around (with the instructor cursing hard enough for Doojoon to suffocate laughing), it felt like Doojoon was just holding air.
There’s no weight to Yoseob, in Doojoon’s opinion.
And yet, despite how tired Doojoon is-despite the fact that even Yoseob is starting to doze off in Doojoon’s arm, right up against Doojoon’s body-the older man can’t find it in himself to even think of sleep.
He sort of has a question.
It sort of has to do with Yong Junhyung.
“Junhyungie-hyung?” Yoseob blinks sleepily, one arm loosely lying across Doojoon’s bare chest, head pillowed on Doojoon’s shoulder.
Doojoon smiles faintly at the night sky. “He’s not just your friend, right?” he asks. “I mean-I don’t think-”
“He is,” Yoseob says quietly, eyes staring somewhere-anywhere-that isn’t Doojoon’s face, “and he’s not. He really is just my friend-but-it’s like-” The younger man’s mouth tightens nervously.
Oh.
It’s like that.
Yeah-okay.
“You guys fuck?” Doojoon asks lightly.
Yoseob’s head whips to face him, eyes wide and surprised (and scared?). The instructor’s mouth falls open wordlessly-closes wordlessly, and then drops open again. “Not-”
Doojoon raises his eyebrows.
Yoseob’s mouth continues to open and close without a sound, eyes continuing to blink wide and surprised. “I mean,” he stammers, “like-he’s-how did-not-”
“That’s pretty hot,” Doojoon says playfully, wrinkling his nose and smiling. “I’d watch.”
Yoseob stares.
Doojoon raises his eyebrows again, eyes teasing and dancing through the darkness (because he loves playing with Yoseob-loves making Yoseob freak out-but he’d never judge Yoseob. He’s actually kind offended that Yoseob would be that surprised and scared about it). “Yo,” Doojoon says after a moment of silence (during which Yoseob continues to act as though he’s just been told that the apocalypse will take place in a five minutes’ time), “I know I’m your hoobae, but I’m still your hyung, yeah?”
Yoseob, in Doojoon’s opinion, is intensely good at this ice-sculpture-imitation-thing.
“What the fuck?” is the first thing that comes (loudly-screamed and shouted and sort of shrieked) out of Yoseob’s mouth when the younger man defrosts himself. The next thing that the instructor does after reviving himself is to assault Doojoon-scurrying away from the older man’s side and slapping his shoulder so hard that Doojoon very confidently expects blotches of blue and purple on his skin tomorrow morning. “What the fucking fuck-what?”
Doojoon laughs, easily catching Yoseob’s wrists and stopping him before Doojoon’s vital organs are endangered. “Fucking untwist your panties, and stop trying to kill me,” Doojoon grins as Yoseob tries to further the damage with his legs. The older man dodges and clamps down on Yoseob’s feet with his own.
Yoseob glares. “I hate you. Tonight I’m going to have Junhyungie-hyung fuck me extra hard because I hate you so much.”
Doojoon knows he should be at least slightly more serious-knows he should probably be jealous-but he can’t help it.
He laughs again.
This time harder, and supposedly louder than he should (he can’t help it-honestly) since Yoseob yanks away. The instructor sits up and folds his arms, glowering straight ahead at the ocean.
The older man smiles faintly to himself (tries as best he can to finish laughing) and sits up as well, scooting himself closer, sliding back beside Yoseob. He tosses an arm around the younger man’s shoulders and strokes his fingers lightly through the back of Yoseob’s hair. “Sorry,” Doojoon says, “if I shouldn’t have laughed.” Yoseob is quiet. “I still don’t really know you or him-but-like at the party? How Joon-shii kissed you and all? It doesn’t bother me or anything, y’know?” Doojoon carefully pulls Yoseob’s head onto the older man’s shoulder and rests his cheek against the younger man’s hair. “Just wanted you to know that.”
“It doesn’t bother you that my best friend is fucking me and I’m here flirting with you?” Yoseob asks quietly-his voice is almost hurt and Doojoon internally winces.
“No,” Doojoon sighs, since clearly everything he was trying to convey came out warbled and wrong. “I-just-I mean, like, I don’t know you yet, y’know? It’d be great if I could be the one fucking you and flirting with you and doing everything else with you, but he’s your best friend and I barely know you.” He shakes Yoseob playfully, gently. “All I know about you is that you’re fucking hot and hilarious-and it’s-like-your fucking hobby to beat my ass whenever you see me or something.”
Yoseob smiles slightly-against the skin of Doojoon’s shoulder.
The younger man licks his lips slowly and hesitantly glances up at Doojoon. “He’s really just my friend,” Yoseob says softly, earnestly, as he looks into Doojoon’s eyes. “It’s just-I-Joonie-hyung was awesome and all, but he’s with Seungho-hyung now, right?” Yoseob smiles fragilely. “I kind of suck at having relationships, so I just-kind of-like-ended up being with Junhyungie-hyung.”
Doojoon gazes evenly at the other man.
“I haven’t done it with him for a while though,” Yoseob says, that smile growing even more fragile-breakable and delicate and Doojoon wants to catch it (wants to protect it and make it strong and playful like it was earlier today). “I have this guy that I really like and it wouldn’t be fair to him if I kept having sex with Junhyungie-hyung.”
Doojoon bites his lips.
He has to.
Otherwise, the (humongous-gargantuan-endless) grin that’s threatening to stretch on them might break his face.