[fic] it's not love (don't get it twisted) ; junhyung/onew
how did we ever get this far? ; junhyung/jinki {junew}
a/n: ~10/15 minute drabble; lapslock. lyrics & some speech are from don't get it twisted by mr.capone-e feat twista. posting this here, different versions are in both beastattack and shinee_replay. this is edited as of may 13th, 2011.
i keep on askin', remindin' it's just a one night standin
don't mind my company
(it's not love, don't get it twisted)
sometimes during breaks or free schedules, jinki looks down at his phone and sees many texts. some of them are from sasaeng fans and he makes a note to change his number (for the fourth time that week), one of them is from changsun saying hwaiting ^^, one's from chulyong asking if he has kibum's new number (which he replies back with he doesn't; to ask dongwoon), and one's from junhyung.
when junhyung texts him, it's at this that he seeks comfort of jinki. and jinki can really only eyesmile and offer his supports in any way possible, no matter what it is. he shuts his phone with a sigh after texting back i'll see, be there in a few.
so he looks at his schedule, asks gyeongshik if he can move his hair appointment to another day and makes up some explanation. he feels horrible lying to his manager of all people, but...he's an idol, afterall. in this industry, he thinks bitterly, you have to do things you're really not proud of.
he meets junhyung a few hours later, climbing into the car and looking at the other. "you called? is everything okay? what's wrong, did kikwang put his dancing shoes single in the microwave again? did yoseob think it was cool to fill the bathtub with jello? did hyunseung learn to moonwalk on the ceiling, did-"
he's cut off as junhyung leans across the seat and kisses him; hard and deep
(just the way jinki secretly likes it)
to get him to shut up. they drive in silence to some hotel, where the ahjumma running it luckily doesn't know who they are.
she gives them the room for free under the promise of not telling anyone, and junhyung just smiles. as soon as they're inside, junhyung shoves jinki to the bed, climbing on top of him and kissing him hungrily again.
clothes are shed left and right and soon jinki's biting back whimpers in junhyung's neck as he fucks him, running hands all over his body and mumbling something incomprehensible. it's fast, it's sloppy and it's far from romantic, but it gets both of them off.
junhyung looks down at the flushed and panting body underneath him, still with that radiating eyesmile. and fuck, he doesn't want to fall in love, but he's already been long captivated
(envious?)
of jinki.
he does the usual after sex: pulls out and flops back down on the bed, reaching to the side of the bed and into his pants, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, tearing it open and tapping the container. the room smells of sex, sweat, and that warmth that's undeniably jinki.
junhyung flicks out a lighter, lighting the cigarette and inhaling deeply; exhaling not even a second later. and jinki just watches him, crescent eyes barely being able to be kept open from his post-sex haze, hair sticking seven different directions.
"what does this all mean?" jinki catches himself asking, "i mean...this. us. what do we mean?" and junhyung knows he's asking the dreaded question, it could escalate into 'i like you' very quickly.
"it's just a thing," junhyung catches himself saying; and jinki visibly blanches.
"oh. okay," he says, putting on one of those forced, fake smiles. it's just like when he's sick and has to perform on inkigayo, when taemin has a nightmare and cries for his brother and only his brother, when jonghyun sometimes buries his head into his chest and wails nosily at four am when he has to be up in an hour. "because...um..."
"if you're going to say i love you, don't. this isn't love, don't get it twisted. this...this is just a one-night stand."
"i know," jinki whispers, and it's so thick that junhyung nearly breaks the facade and tells him that fuck, he wants this to mean so much more, he wants to; really, and -
jinki's leaning over, tracing the tattoo on his arm with a fingernail. "don't mind me staying, then?"
junhyung can never say no to jinki; and this repeats the long and vicious cycle of smoking-and-fucking. and in the lamplight from the desk, he can almost pretend that the tears on jinki's cheeks are actually just drops of sweat; and jinki can pretend that those are pants of arousal, not junhyung holding back sobs.
a/n: ~10/15 minute drabble; lapslock. lyrics & some speech are from don't get it twisted by mr.capone-e feat twista. posting this here, different versions are in both beastattack and shinee_replay. this is edited as of may 13th, 2011.
i keep on askin', remindin' it's just a one night standin
don't mind my company
(it's not love, don't get it twisted)
sometimes during breaks or free schedules, jinki looks down at his phone and sees many texts. some of them are from sasaeng fans and he makes a note to change his number (for the fourth time that week), one of them is from changsun saying hwaiting ^^, one's from chulyong asking if he has kibum's new number (which he replies back with he doesn't; to ask dongwoon), and one's from junhyung.
when junhyung texts him, it's at this that he seeks comfort of jinki. and jinki can really only eyesmile and offer his supports in any way possible, no matter what it is. he shuts his phone with a sigh after texting back i'll see, be there in a few.
so he looks at his schedule, asks gyeongshik if he can move his hair appointment to another day and makes up some explanation. he feels horrible lying to his manager of all people, but...he's an idol, afterall. in this industry, he thinks bitterly, you have to do things you're really not proud of.
he meets junhyung a few hours later, climbing into the car and looking at the other. "you called? is everything okay? what's wrong, did kikwang put his dancing shoes single in the microwave again? did yoseob think it was cool to fill the bathtub with jello? did hyunseung learn to moonwalk on the ceiling, did-"
he's cut off as junhyung leans across the seat and kisses him; hard and deep
(just the way jinki secretly likes it)
to get him to shut up. they drive in silence to some hotel, where the ahjumma running it luckily doesn't know who they are.
she gives them the room for free under the promise of not telling anyone, and junhyung just smiles. as soon as they're inside, junhyung shoves jinki to the bed, climbing on top of him and kissing him hungrily again.
clothes are shed left and right and soon jinki's biting back whimpers in junhyung's neck as he fucks him, running hands all over his body and mumbling something incomprehensible. it's fast, it's sloppy and it's far from romantic, but it gets both of them off.
junhyung looks down at the flushed and panting body underneath him, still with that radiating eyesmile. and fuck, he doesn't want to fall in love, but he's already been long captivated
(envious?)
of jinki.
he does the usual after sex: pulls out and flops back down on the bed, reaching to the side of the bed and into his pants, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, tearing it open and tapping the container. the room smells of sex, sweat, and that warmth that's undeniably jinki.
junhyung flicks out a lighter, lighting the cigarette and inhaling deeply; exhaling not even a second later. and jinki just watches him, crescent eyes barely being able to be kept open from his post-sex haze, hair sticking seven different directions.
"what does this all mean?" jinki catches himself asking, "i mean...this. us. what do we mean?" and junhyung knows he's asking the dreaded question, it could escalate into 'i like you' very quickly.
"it's just a thing," junhyung catches himself saying; and jinki visibly blanches.
"oh. okay," he says, putting on one of those forced, fake smiles. it's just like when he's sick and has to perform on inkigayo, when taemin has a nightmare and cries for his brother and only his brother, when jonghyun sometimes buries his head into his chest and wails nosily at four am when he has to be up in an hour. "because...um..."
"if you're going to say i love you, don't. this isn't love, don't get it twisted. this...this is just a one-night stand."
"i know," jinki whispers, and it's so thick that junhyung nearly breaks the facade and tells him that fuck, he wants this to mean so much more, he wants to; really, and -
jinki's leaning over, tracing the tattoo on his arm with a fingernail. "don't mind me staying, then?"
junhyung can never say no to jinki; and this repeats the long and vicious cycle of smoking-and-fucking. and in the lamplight from the desk, he can almost pretend that the tears on jinki's cheeks are actually just drops of sweat; and jinki can pretend that those are pants of arousal, not junhyung holding back sobs.