MBLAQ, Seungho/Mir, #1 (although #5 & #6 played in too D;)
anonymous
June 21 2011, 08:39:49 UTC
Seungho makes mistakes.
Well, that's an understatement. Seungho is practically a walking mistake, from his birth (in a gas station bathroom, six weeks too early), to the last hit he took just outside Cheolyong's apartment (the kid would know - he always knew).
It didn't help that he had a tongue exploring his mouth five minutes later, before he'd even had a chance to wash the taste out of his mouth with a swig of the sugary energy drinks Cheolyong always had laying around. There was a disapproving hand tugging at his hair, and disapproving words being mumbled against his lips, but he only cared for a minute or so before he was being given disapproving head by the teenager.
A pretty little thing laying between his legs, lips messy with his come always made the world seem a little brighter.
He comes to the apartment to disappear (or rather to appear, in a different world inhabited only by him and the youngest member of his failing band), which is precisely why he grumbles and whines when there was a knock at the door. Cheolyong smacked his cheek and got up, opening the door for Changsun, Byunghee and Sanghyun, and Seungho slipped out while they invaded the couch.
He found a bar on his way home and accidentally spent the night, doing a shot every time Byunghee sent him a text about Cheolyong's ass.
He stumbled home at closing time, too drunk to remember why he was drunk in the first place.
When he woke up, Cheolyong was curled up next to him, dabbing his forehead with a damp washcloth and pressing kisses to the cooled skin. “You shouldn't have left last night,” he told Seungho quietly, and Seungho could feel the shift of his skin as he bit his lip.
“I don't like being around all those people.”
“Those people are your band. Your brothers.” Cheolyong almost sounded chiding. Seungho couldn't be bothered to think too hard.
“I don't like them.” It wasn't subtle or kind, but his head was pounding and he hated subtle. He hated kind.
Cheolyong moved his mouth like a fish before deciding on what to say. “Should I go?”
“I like you,” he said, and it was only half true, so he had to fix it. “I probably love you.”
Cheolyong's responding laugh, soft and so unlike him, made Seungho's heart jump. “I probably love you too, hyung.”
Well, that's an understatement. Seungho is practically a walking mistake, from his birth (in a gas station bathroom, six weeks too early), to the last hit he took just outside Cheolyong's apartment (the kid would know - he always knew).
It didn't help that he had a tongue exploring his mouth five minutes later, before he'd even had a chance to wash the taste out of his mouth with a swig of the sugary energy drinks Cheolyong always had laying around. There was a disapproving hand tugging at his hair, and disapproving words being mumbled against his lips, but he only cared for a minute or so before he was being given disapproving head by the teenager.
A pretty little thing laying between his legs, lips messy with his come always made the world seem a little brighter.
He comes to the apartment to disappear (or rather to appear, in a different world inhabited only by him and the youngest member of his failing band), which is precisely why he grumbles and whines when there was a knock at the door. Cheolyong smacked his cheek and got up, opening the door for Changsun, Byunghee and Sanghyun, and Seungho slipped out while they invaded the couch.
He found a bar on his way home and accidentally spent the night, doing a shot every time Byunghee sent him a text about Cheolyong's ass.
He stumbled home at closing time, too drunk to remember why he was drunk in the first place.
When he woke up, Cheolyong was curled up next to him, dabbing his forehead with a damp washcloth and pressing kisses to the cooled skin. “You shouldn't have left last night,” he told Seungho quietly, and Seungho could feel the shift of his skin as he bit his lip.
“I don't like being around all those people.”
“Those people are your band. Your brothers.” Cheolyong almost sounded chiding. Seungho couldn't be bothered to think too hard.
“I don't like them.” It wasn't subtle or kind, but his head was pounding and he hated subtle. He hated kind.
Cheolyong moved his mouth like a fish before deciding on what to say. “Should I go?”
“I like you,” he said, and it was only half true, so he had to fix it. “I probably love you.”
Cheolyong's responding laugh, soft and so unlike him, made Seungho's heart jump. “I probably love you too, hyung.”
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thank you, that means a lot ^__^ ♥
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