Riot: Episode 2 (High School AU Spin-off)
Title: Riot - 2
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): ZiKyung, UBomb
Summary: Insanity is their lifestyle. Craziness is their fashion statement.
A/N: Okay wow, I wasn't expecting to post twice in a night because yeah .___. but these are so short and addictive and intensifying my Block B feels. Especially those ZiKyung feels. Like. Full blast, yo. So yeah, have some ZiKyung, and I also really like how this is getting me used to writing them and at the same time setting up the storyline for when Block B's time comes for the multichap. Like, all the budding conflicts you see in these little pieces will be resolved in the story.
Episode 1 // Episode 2 // Freeze
It’s not that Kyung doesn’t like Minhyuk.
Because he does-he likes the second year. Minhyuk is an amazing soccer player, so Kyung just wishes that that was the only kind of player the older boy was. It’s not that Kyung is delusional about Yukwon being any better with the way he handles things, but at the very least, Kyung has always hoped that if Yukwon is going to actually show honest interest in someone that it’d be in someone who isn’t exactly the same type as Yukwon himself.
Kyung nearly falls flat on his face when a pair of arms grabs him around the waist, pulling him backwards. “The fuck are you doing here?” Jiho asks against the other boy’s ear. “We’re supposed to wait back at the bleachers until the rounds start.”
“Watching that,” Kyung says, jerking his head towards where Minhyuk is definitely not at the bleachers waiting for the tryout runs to start-where Minhyuk is sitting all too close beside one of the soccer team members, one with full lips and smiling eyes (that smile even brighter whenever Minhyuk says something and they laugh into each other).
Jiho raises his eyebrows. “I’m watching that,” he says and jerks his own head towards something (someone) beside the cuddly-cozy scene Minhyuk and the eye-smiling second year are having. Kyung looks at where Jiho’s eyes point to-Son Dongwoon, a boy that Kyung knows as sharing the same Japanese class as Jiho, is very clearly glaring down at Minhyuk. Except Minhyuk is too fucking stupid and oblivious and horny to see that.
“Great,” Kyung says, as Jiho’s arms fall away (Jiho slips his hand over Kyung’s, intertwining their fingers together). “Now he’s hitting on guys who’re actually dating.”
Jiho laughs. “What do you mean now?” he snorts. “He hits on us all the time-at the same time.”
Kyung tilts his head, considering. “Yeah,” he concedes. He rolls his eyes, grinning a little, “Yeah.”
Jiho shrugs, tugging at their joined hands slightly. “Kwonnie can take care of himself,” he says. “He’s always taken care of himself. And who knows-maybe he’ll break Minhyuk-hyung’s heart.”
“Fucking doubt it,” Kyung snorts. “Look at that,” he tips his head back towards how now Minhyuk has his hands tugging playfully at the edge of that second year’s shirt (Dongwoon is starting to look frightening right now and Kyung wonders if maybe that should be something to be genuinely worried about-being killed by Son Dongwoon and that sort of thing). “That fucking doesn’t look like someone who’s going to be heartbroken.”
Jiho’s eyes travel from Minhyuk and the eye-smiling second year to Dongwoon. “Yeah,” he says, “that fucking looks like someone who’s about to get their balls broken. Son Dongwoon looks like he’s going to ram the shit out of Minhyuk-hyung.”
“Well, his boyfriend’s kind of getting fucking hit on,” Kyung says. “So it makes sense that he’s going to ram Minhyuk-hyung’s shit out.”
“Nah,” Jiho says, grinning down at Kyung, turning their bodies around so that when Jiho leans his head in, his lips are inches away from Kyung’s mouth. “People can hit on you all they fucking want-I don’t care. You can be a fucking flirt like Kwonnie and Minhyuk-hyung-it’s cool with me.”
Kyung laughs, “Bullshit, Woo Jiho.”
Jiho’s grin stretches, showing all of his teeth and Kyung feels the other boy’s hands grip Kyung’s hips firmly. “Yeah,” Jiho says considerably, “it’s bullshit.” The grin turns into a smile as he leans in even more-closing the last of the distance between their mouths.
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): ZiKyung, UBomb
Summary: Insanity is their lifestyle. Craziness is their fashion statement.
A/N: Okay wow, I wasn't expecting to post twice in a night because yeah .___. but these are so short and addictive and intensifying my Block B feels. Especially those ZiKyung feels. Like. Full blast, yo. So yeah, have some ZiKyung, and I also really like how this is getting me used to writing them and at the same time setting up the storyline for when Block B's time comes for the multichap. Like, all the budding conflicts you see in these little pieces will be resolved in the story.
Episode 1 // Episode 2 // Freeze
It’s not that Kyung doesn’t like Minhyuk.
Because he does-he likes the second year. Minhyuk is an amazing soccer player, so Kyung just wishes that that was the only kind of player the older boy was. It’s not that Kyung is delusional about Yukwon being any better with the way he handles things, but at the very least, Kyung has always hoped that if Yukwon is going to actually show honest interest in someone that it’d be in someone who isn’t exactly the same type as Yukwon himself.
Kyung nearly falls flat on his face when a pair of arms grabs him around the waist, pulling him backwards. “The fuck are you doing here?” Jiho asks against the other boy’s ear. “We’re supposed to wait back at the bleachers until the rounds start.”
“Watching that,” Kyung says, jerking his head towards where Minhyuk is definitely not at the bleachers waiting for the tryout runs to start-where Minhyuk is sitting all too close beside one of the soccer team members, one with full lips and smiling eyes (that smile even brighter whenever Minhyuk says something and they laugh into each other).
Jiho raises his eyebrows. “I’m watching that,” he says and jerks his own head towards something (someone) beside the cuddly-cozy scene Minhyuk and the eye-smiling second year are having. Kyung looks at where Jiho’s eyes point to-Son Dongwoon, a boy that Kyung knows as sharing the same Japanese class as Jiho, is very clearly glaring down at Minhyuk. Except Minhyuk is too fucking stupid and oblivious and horny to see that.
“Great,” Kyung says, as Jiho’s arms fall away (Jiho slips his hand over Kyung’s, intertwining their fingers together). “Now he’s hitting on guys who’re actually dating.”
Jiho laughs. “What do you mean now?” he snorts. “He hits on us all the time-at the same time.”
Kyung tilts his head, considering. “Yeah,” he concedes. He rolls his eyes, grinning a little, “Yeah.”
Jiho shrugs, tugging at their joined hands slightly. “Kwonnie can take care of himself,” he says. “He’s always taken care of himself. And who knows-maybe he’ll break Minhyuk-hyung’s heart.”
“Fucking doubt it,” Kyung snorts. “Look at that,” he tips his head back towards how now Minhyuk has his hands tugging playfully at the edge of that second year’s shirt (Dongwoon is starting to look frightening right now and Kyung wonders if maybe that should be something to be genuinely worried about-being killed by Son Dongwoon and that sort of thing). “That fucking doesn’t look like someone who’s going to be heartbroken.”
Jiho’s eyes travel from Minhyuk and the eye-smiling second year to Dongwoon. “Yeah,” he says, “that fucking looks like someone who’s about to get their balls broken. Son Dongwoon looks like he’s going to ram the shit out of Minhyuk-hyung.”
“Well, his boyfriend’s kind of getting fucking hit on,” Kyung says. “So it makes sense that he’s going to ram Minhyuk-hyung’s shit out.”
“Nah,” Jiho says, grinning down at Kyung, turning their bodies around so that when Jiho leans his head in, his lips are inches away from Kyung’s mouth. “People can hit on you all they fucking want-I don’t care. You can be a fucking flirt like Kwonnie and Minhyuk-hyung-it’s cool with me.”
Kyung laughs, “Bullshit, Woo Jiho.”
Jiho’s grin stretches, showing all of his teeth and Kyung feels the other boy’s hands grip Kyung’s hips firmly. “Yeah,” Jiho says considerably, “it’s bullshit.” The grin turns into a smile as he leans in even more-closing the last of the distance between their mouths.