fic; summerstorm - jonghoon/hongki
please consider this as a long drabble.
summerstorm
jongki (jonghoon/hongki - f.t. island)
pg
of stuffed bunnies.
Hongki (who doesn’t need to ask because, for him, it’s enough to smile stooping slightly his head - in a imperceptible way for everybody but Jonghoon, who always notices the small things and, more important, loves them - looking at his speaker with those eyes that say please, or that, maybe - Jonghoon is still not sure - are just making fun of you) opens his mouth, o-shaped, and when he is sure Jonghoon is looking at him, he asks impatiently “So?” (adding to his request, as a luxurious extra, a soft and delicate pout).
“You realize it’s a huge stuffed bunny, don’t you?” Jonghoon asks, instead, after turning around to look at it, raising his left eyebrow.
The stuffed bunny (Jonghoon doesn’t know it yet, but in a few hours it - he? - will be official baptized ‘Mr. JoongHon-and-not-JongHoon’ with lots of champagne - not that Jonghoon was sure baptisms implied the use of champagne and beer, but it didn’t really matter. It was, in fact, a great excuse for those kisses, a little bit too much similar to those lovers give each other, that they were used to by now; their arms on each other’s waist, their tongues in each other’s mouth, their eyes half-closed - so that, when they open them, they can always tell they were thinking of somebody else, knowing that the lie would never become truth - until everything looses its meaning) looks at him with a macabre smile, challenging Jonghoon to buy him.
“Isn’t he simply WONDERFUL?” Hongki asks, putting the hand on Jonghoon’s back.
“No.” Jonghoon, who keep repeating to himself that is not going to surrender just because of the touch of Hongki’s expert hand or those lips that continue to tease him unperturbed (and Hongki’s eyes; Oh, those eyes - they will be the reason of his death, Jonghoon was sure), answers.
“Come on! Buy it for meee! Please?” Hongki begs again, pinching Jonghoon who doesn’t bother answering him, and wonders what is the best way to make him shut -the fuck- up.
“Buyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyit!” He says, almost singing a little child’s song, accompanying every ‘buy’ with another really annoying pinch.
“Only if you give me half of the money when we’re back to the hotel.” Jonghoon finally gives up, exhausted.
Hongki thinks about it for a few seconds (his tongue licking his lower lip) and then he says “Okay, then”, before asking to the shopper to give him the stuffed bunny, for which purchase half of the money spent will never be given to Jonghoon again (it didn’t really matter anyway), but Hongki’s kisses on his neck at night will the perfect reward.
summerstorm
jongki (jonghoon/hongki - f.t. island)
pg
of stuffed bunnies.
Hongki (who doesn’t need to ask because, for him, it’s enough to smile stooping slightly his head - in a imperceptible way for everybody but Jonghoon, who always notices the small things and, more important, loves them - looking at his speaker with those eyes that say please, or that, maybe - Jonghoon is still not sure - are just making fun of you) opens his mouth, o-shaped, and when he is sure Jonghoon is looking at him, he asks impatiently “So?” (adding to his request, as a luxurious extra, a soft and delicate pout).
“You realize it’s a huge stuffed bunny, don’t you?” Jonghoon asks, instead, after turning around to look at it, raising his left eyebrow.
The stuffed bunny (Jonghoon doesn’t know it yet, but in a few hours it - he? - will be official baptized ‘Mr. JoongHon-and-not-JongHoon’ with lots of champagne - not that Jonghoon was sure baptisms implied the use of champagne and beer, but it didn’t really matter. It was, in fact, a great excuse for those kisses, a little bit too much similar to those lovers give each other, that they were used to by now; their arms on each other’s waist, their tongues in each other’s mouth, their eyes half-closed - so that, when they open them, they can always tell they were thinking of somebody else, knowing that the lie would never become truth - until everything looses its meaning) looks at him with a macabre smile, challenging Jonghoon to buy him.
“Isn’t he simply WONDERFUL?” Hongki asks, putting the hand on Jonghoon’s back.
“No.” Jonghoon, who keep repeating to himself that is not going to surrender just because of the touch of Hongki’s expert hand or those lips that continue to tease him unperturbed (and Hongki’s eyes; Oh, those eyes - they will be the reason of his death, Jonghoon was sure), answers.
“Come on! Buy it for meee! Please?” Hongki begs again, pinching Jonghoon who doesn’t bother answering him, and wonders what is the best way to make him shut -the fuck- up.
“Buyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyit!” He says, almost singing a little child’s song, accompanying every ‘buy’ with another really annoying pinch.
“Only if you give me half of the money when we’re back to the hotel.” Jonghoon finally gives up, exhausted.
Hongki thinks about it for a few seconds (his tongue licking his lower lip) and then he says “Okay, then”, before asking to the shopper to give him the stuffed bunny, for which purchase half of the money spent will never be given to Jonghoon again (it didn’t really matter anyway), but Hongki’s kisses on his neck at night will the perfect reward.