{fics | block b} request fills part one.
and me, i've got a crush
[au] it could be the start of a very beautiful relationship (kyung/u-kwon)
They lie on the grass one lazy, summer afternoon-their bodies are aligned, head to toe, and Kyung's bare toes barely skim Yukwon's ankles when he taps out a beat. Yukwon plucks nameless tunes into the strings of his guitar, eyes closed and back flat against the grass; Kyung huddles over his notebook with a sudden burst of ingenuity, and he works out rhyme schemes and rhythm to the tinny of Yukwon's guitar.
Kyung glances, sidelong, at Yuwkon, supine and tan and smiling as he strums a few chords into the open air. He taps his pen to the edge of his bottom lip and formulates the skeleton of his newest song. He'll flesh it out with bronzened skin-sunkissed and warm-
"Kyung," Yukwon calls out. "Stop staring at me."
Kyung touches the end of his pen to the swell of Yukwon's bicep. "You look like you work in the rice fields."
"As opposed to you," Yukwon says, "he who does not know sunlight? Seriously, you look like an Edward Cullen wannabe."
"Ha ha." Then: "Does that turn you on?"
Yukwon refuses to answer, pushes Kyung's shoulder lightly, and rolls onto his side and traps Kyung's left foot between his legs. He hooks his chin into the dip of Kyung's arm, molded against his side, and Kyung would rather him not move despite how hot and sticky Yuwkon's skin feels against his body. Kyung tries to work out the next line of his song, fills in a few thoughts into the top corner boxed off by criss-crossing red-blue lines; it grows increasingly harder the closer Yukwon presses into him and the more his breath fans across Kyung's cheek.
"Stop that, man," Kyung says, almost whines. "You're ruining my artistic flow."
Yukwon shoves him to the side, and Kyung tumbles on to his back. He lets Yukwon read through his illegible notes and word choice, smiling.
"Oh, fuck me," Yukwon drawls. He hovers over Kyung's face, grinning the toothy smile that lights up his entire face. "Is this about me?"
Kyung laughs. "You wish," he says; then, quieter, jokingly: "It's actually about Jaehyo-hyung." When Yukwon raises a brow, and Kyung assumes it's meant to be questioning, Kyung says, "Jaehyo-hyung is hot, man. Haven't you seen his body?"
"Haven't you seen mine," and the pleased grin centimeters above his face that follows this statement has Kyung shivering.
He brushes his fingers against the side of Yukwon's neck and into the back of his hair; he curls them at the nape, lightly prodding for Yukwon to bring his face closer. With Yukwon a mere breath away, Kyung whispers, confident and sure, "You'll have to show me again."
tiny mishaps
[band] jiho and jaehyo bake cookies (jaehyo/zico)
"Who's idea was it to try out baking?"
Jaehyo looks up from his mixture, wisk in hand, and says, "Yours."
Jiho frowns. "Next time I suggest something like this, talk me out of it," he says, moody.
"We tried," Jaehyo says, and his batter is beginning to look less like cookie mix and more like a mess. An incredibly goopy and inedible mess. "Remember?"
"Try harder next time," Jiho says. His nose scrunches up in distaste when he glances down at Jaehyo's bowl. "I'm not eating that."
Jaehyo stops stirring. "What's wrong with it?" he asks, mildly offended Jiho decides. "I followed the recipe." When Jiho pulls another disgusted face in the direction of Jaehyo's mixing bowl, Jaehyo throws flour to retaliate.
This launches them both into tossing random ingredients at one another, and Jiho's glad Jaehyo doesn't take to throwing the eggs at him. It is eerily similar to how Jiho pictures WWIII to look, except there are more chocolate chips spread out on the floor than mines. At one point Taeil comes into the kitchen to see what the commotion is and leaves with some of Jaehyo's goopy batter in his hair.
"Ok, ok, stop," Jaehyo says, finally, in the floor at Jiho's side. He's laughing, mouth wide, eyes closed, holding his stomach to contain himself. He cracks one eye open, catching Jiho's own, and bursts into another round of laughter. "Ok, stop. Seriously."
Jiho wipes flour across Jaehyo's cheek with his fingertips, down the line of his nose with his thumb, and grins as he catches his breath. Jaehyo smiles back at him, and he has gorgeous eyes when they're bright with humor. Jiho licks his lips and leans closer. Jaehyo's heavy breathing quiets against the seam of Jiho's lips.
("Just because the cookies are called better than sex," Kyung begins, corners of his lips turned down, "doesn't mean you have to see if they are better than sex in the middle of the kitchen floor.")
reinventing love
[band] jaehyo and minhyuk share a quiet moment together (b-bomb/jaehyo)
After promotional cycles end and the weather is nice enough, Jaehyo takes Minhyuk to the park. It's not overly crowded, and the temperature out is still cool enough that it is plausible for them to wear beanies, scarves, and jackets to hide their identities; the few people they do pass by pay them no mind, and Block B doesn't have the same tendency to warrant as many stalkers as 2PM or Super Junior.
They settle on the lawn in a more secluded area of the park, where the voices of laughing children is far away-distant in the way a normal life for them will be from here on out-and the beams of sunlight peer down at them through branches of trees. A spark of sunlight filters in, halos out the profile of Minhyuk's face, and Jaehyo empties squished sandwiches from the confines of his backpack.
He frowns at his wasted effort. "Sorry," he offers sheepishly when Minhyuk raises a brow at him.
Minhyuk smiles, says, "It's ok," and removes the cellophane wrapped around the sandwich.
The peculiar thing is, is that when he smiles-an actual, honest smile and not one crafted for the sake of stagelights and fans-his face softens so much more. He looks happy, human, normal; here, in the quiet of the park, he is not B-Bomb or one-seventh of Block B. Here he is Minhyuk, quiet to a fault with an easy sense of humor often covered up by Jiho and Jihoon (and Kyung and himself, too, sometimes). He's an effortless beauty who's no longer hiding behind "chic poses" and a persona without a personality.
Jaehyo grins at him, and he lays his head on Minhyuk's shoulder by chance Minhyuk does not shrug him away. He doesn't, continues to chew on Jaehyo's homemade snack, and even leans his head to rest against Jaehyo's as well.
They'll leave when the sun makes its final round-one last hurrah! before the moon takes its place-and they'll be swept up in training sessions, vocal lessons, dance practices, and the arms of the other five-sevenths that complete them now.
For this moment, though, there is this.
to build a world from scratch
[au] zico wants world domination, but jiho doesn't (jiho/zico)
"You can't enslave all of Korea and get away with it," Jiho spits out, chained to the wall. He struggles against the chains that bind him, powerless and weak. So much for having the power of super strength if he can't break free from these confines. "Sick bastard."
Zico grins, wicked. He touches the tips of his long fingers to Jiho's face; he grazes his fingers along the arch of his cheeks, the jut of his chin, the line of his jaw, the seam of his lips, the slope of his nose. "It's not just Korea," he whispers, tilting Jiho's face just so. Zico skims his lips across Jiho's cheeks, breathes hot and wet against Jiho's ear, and says, "It's the entire world I want."
crazy beautiful
[au] yukwon plays the part of the best friend after jaehyo's break-up (female!jaehyo/female!u-kwon)
They sit in Yukwon's standing bathtub together, she and Jaehyo.
Jaehyo hooks her legs over the edge of the bathtub's rim, legs soapy with bubbles and shining with water, but she stays silent. That bastard didn't deserve you, is what Yukwon's been trying to open her mouth and say, but no such luck. Every time she tries, her eyes wander down the planes of Jaehyo's face and the words catch in the back of her throat. So, she holds her hand underneath the bubbles instead, quiet and comforting.
"Thanks for letting me stay," Jaehyo says, voice soft and hurt, and Yukwon has half a mind to castrate the dick who made Jaehyo feel this way.
Yukwon wants to know how anyone could ever hurt Jaehyo-pretty, sweet, talented, perfect Jaehyo.
Jaehyo's brown hair-damp from the steam of the bath and curled around her ears-falls in a casual bob, short and cute; way more feminine than Yukwon's pixie, possibly more stylish as well. Jaehyo's face is smooth-BB cream works wonders, as all the girls swear by, but Yukwon knows this is from years of care and fussing over prepubescent break-outs. Her neck is long, elegant, and leads down to dip and fan out into a delicate clavicle. With her body submerged underwater, Yukwon can only make out the rise of Jaehyo's breasts, perky and small-really only a handful a piece, unlike Yukwon's full bust and flared hips.
Yukwon thinks it's unfair how Jaehyo can relax in a tub, innocent and sweet, yet still look like every one of Yukwon's fantasies combined. If Jaehyo was Yukwon's girlfriend-if, if, if. What then?
"Jaehyo-unnie," Yukwon voices carefully, and, upon shifting, some of the water splashes out over the edge.
Jaehyo looks at her beneath long lashes and lidded eyes; her lips are full and plump, and Yukwon bites her own in want to kiss them.
"I-"
Jaehyo's cellphone rings, and they both know the ringtone. Yukwon tightens her hold on Jaehyo's hand.
"You should answer his call," Yukwon says.
After a moment of prolonged silence between them and distant ringing, Jaehyo lets go; Yukwon tries to convince herself it was for the best.
click, click, camera
[band] jaehyo drags kyung all over japan and into a purikura booth as well (jaehyo/kyung)
Their next trip overseas is more pleasure than business. They have a week free to shop before interviews, fanmeets, and showcases are piled onto their schedules, and Jonghwan tells them to make the most of their available free time.
For Kyung, this means sleeping all day until his hunger sets in and eating everything in sight until he feels drowsy enough to sleep. The cycle would then repeat. Jaehyo, however, does not see the point in wasting free time when they could be together. Kyung shoves his pillow in Jaehyo's face, but, after much struggling and whining ("I was not whining," Jaehyo argues with a pout), he finally gives in and follows Jaehyo out into the busy night.
Jaehyo keeps him tucked into his side; he's a human-sized spaceheater who likes to touch his arm and hold his hand despite the passersby. They roam the lit streets, stop by a quaint coffee shop with dim lighting, and walk past stores lining the pathway and advertising the latest fashion trends.
"Purikura," Jaehyo suggests, pointing at a tiny photo booth in the mall.
They set up in the booth, and Kyung watches Jaehyo so intently he doesn't realize until the camera clicks that they've started. He makes goofy faces at the side of Jaehyo's head, laughs through a few, and finally, finally, manages to capture Jaehyo's attention near the end. Neither notices that the clicking has stopped, too distracted by each other, and Kyung finds that Jaehyo's smile fits perfectly against his lips.
pajama party
[band] kyung wears jaehyo's pajamas (jaehyo/kyung)
The pajamas are snug in the thighs, long in the legs and arms, and Kyung feels more embarrassed than he probably looks when Jaehyo walks through the door that morning. Kyung's thankful for the attached hood because the longer Jaehyo stares, the more he wants to hide his face forever.
"Hi," Kyung says. He hopes it doesn't sound as strangled to Jaehyo as it did to him.
Jaehyo blinks, somewhat stupidly, back at him. He wishes he would stop staring; he'd feel a lot less awkward if Jaehyo would maybe pay attention to their wall clock or the Hello Kitty-shaped memo pasted to the fridge.
Jaehyo steps closer, kneels before Kyung when he's barely a hand's width away, and adjusts the hood of Kyung's stolen Pikachu pajamas. "Kyungie uses shock," he says, and Kyung feels heat crawl up the back of his neck and onto his cheeks. Jaehyo smiles, a little dopily, and says, "It's super effective."
"You're so cheesy, Jaehyo-hyung."
Kyung laughs to hide his embarrassment. When he makes to shove Jaehyo away lightly, Jaehyo catches his wrist and pulls him into a warm embrace. Kyung goes willingly because it's okay to indulge in his boyfriend's affections, especially when aforementioned boyfriend has been away for a week visiting family in Busan.
welcome to the block (we are machines)
[au] gang, p.o cut.
The thing about Jihoon is that he's new and inexperienced; mostly, though, he's loud and he swings metal bats into the chainlink fences near the school. He wears his hood pulled low over his face, keeps his hands deep in his pockets, and walks with a scowl on his face.
Jiho has a soft spot for him, takes him under his wing, and shows him the ropes. Kyung is his brother in arms, and Minhyuk is his confidant; Yukwon is his defender, Jaehyo is his friend, and Taeil is his security blanket. They provide a family without any expectations other than loyalty, and Jihoon swore his oath the day Jiho punched him in the gut outside homeroom.
Jiho smiled, patted his back, and leaned forward to say, "Welcome to the block, kid."
[au] gang, kyung + zico cut
"We," Jiho says, loops an arm around Kyung's neck, and leans his weight into Kyung's side, "are completely fucked."
Kyung scoffs. "Speak for yourself," he says, jostling Jiho so he can better support both their weights. "You're the one fucked if Jaehyo-hyung finds out about this."
Jiho laughs, stark and clear in the night. They pass through the red-light district-the bright neon of clubs and bars lighting their way-and into the nightlife of their city. Kyung grumbles about Jiho being deadweight and staining his shirt with blood, but he doesn't shove Jiho away so Jiho slumps even closer.
"Jaehyo-hyung is going to fucking kill us." Jiho laughs again, softer this time around-sleepier as well. "We need a new hobby."
Kyung tightens his hold around Jiho's waist. "Taeil-hyung suggested cooking lessons after class. You might like it."
"Fuck that," Jiho says with a groan. "If Jaehyo-hyung takes me down, you're going down with me."
[au] gang, one-liner
Jiho removes the boy's cigarette from his mouth, throws it to the ground, grinds it down with the heel of his boot, and says, "Don't fuck with us," with a wicked smile on his face.
notes for hotpixel, leprixx, thatdayismine, youniqorn, ubomb, and my jaehyo ♥