butterfingers.
butterfingers.
kris/suho - pg - fluff - 398 words
the leaders get a much deserved “break night”.
a/n: this started out as something inspired by this but now idek.
Joonmyun leans his head on Yifan’s chest and settles in between the taller male’s long legs. The other guys have given them a break tonight, letting them have the living room for the entire night. Yifan picked the movie they’re watching now, a cute romcom that they can watch without really having to think about it.
They rarely have these moments anymore. Life as the two leaders of a relatively large group doesn’t give them a lot of freetime and they’re taking advantage of their co-members’ occasional kindness.
Yifan feeds Joonmyun popcorn and the younger male laughs at him, even with the food still in his mouth. He feels greasy fingers pinch his cheeks and trace the lines around his eyes as they crinkle and vanish into slits.
Joonmyun grips his wrist and stops him from spreading the butter any more on his face. “Stop or else I’ll put all of this oil on your face and none of the face creams you use will stop the acne from breaking out on your face.”
Yifan stops suddenly, Joonmyun’s threat seemingly very real in his ears. He takes Joonmyun’s hand in his, smiling when his long fingers envelop Joonmyun’s palm.
He knew that he would like Joonmyun the moment they first held hands before they debuted. Yifan and a few other trainees went to an amusement park and he was so caught up in the moment that he grabbed Joonmyun’s hand and pulled him along the entire day. Joonmyun had been blushing the whole day, squeezing Yifan’s hand every now and then.
“I love your tiny hand,” Yifan mutters as he presses a kiss against Joonmyun’s fingers. He knows the other leader hates it when Yifan treats him like a princess, but he can’t say that he hates the feeling of Yifan’s lips on any part of his body.
Joonmyun cringes at the oily feeling of his fingers and pulls it away from Yifan’s grasp. He slowly sucks on each digit, not noticing the effect he has on Yifan.
He stops right in the middle of his ring finger, looking up at Yifan with a blank expression. The taller male is as stiff as a stone, and when Joonmyun shifts around in his spot, he can feel something pressing against his thigh.
He kisses Yifan sweetly. “I heard Zitao’s staying in my room tonight.”
“Let’s go to mine then.”
kris/suho - pg - fluff - 398 words
the leaders get a much deserved “break night”.
a/n: this started out as something inspired by this but now idek.
Joonmyun leans his head on Yifan’s chest and settles in between the taller male’s long legs. The other guys have given them a break tonight, letting them have the living room for the entire night. Yifan picked the movie they’re watching now, a cute romcom that they can watch without really having to think about it.
They rarely have these moments anymore. Life as the two leaders of a relatively large group doesn’t give them a lot of freetime and they’re taking advantage of their co-members’ occasional kindness.
Yifan feeds Joonmyun popcorn and the younger male laughs at him, even with the food still in his mouth. He feels greasy fingers pinch his cheeks and trace the lines around his eyes as they crinkle and vanish into slits.
Joonmyun grips his wrist and stops him from spreading the butter any more on his face. “Stop or else I’ll put all of this oil on your face and none of the face creams you use will stop the acne from breaking out on your face.”
Yifan stops suddenly, Joonmyun’s threat seemingly very real in his ears. He takes Joonmyun’s hand in his, smiling when his long fingers envelop Joonmyun’s palm.
He knew that he would like Joonmyun the moment they first held hands before they debuted. Yifan and a few other trainees went to an amusement park and he was so caught up in the moment that he grabbed Joonmyun’s hand and pulled him along the entire day. Joonmyun had been blushing the whole day, squeezing Yifan’s hand every now and then.
“I love your tiny hand,” Yifan mutters as he presses a kiss against Joonmyun’s fingers. He knows the other leader hates it when Yifan treats him like a princess, but he can’t say that he hates the feeling of Yifan’s lips on any part of his body.
Joonmyun cringes at the oily feeling of his fingers and pulls it away from Yifan’s grasp. He slowly sucks on each digit, not noticing the effect he has on Yifan.
He stops right in the middle of his ring finger, looking up at Yifan with a blank expression. The taller male is as stiff as a stone, and when Joonmyun shifts around in his spot, he can feel something pressing against his thigh.
He kisses Yifan sweetly. “I heard Zitao’s staying in my room tonight.”
“Let’s go to mine then.”