[mini-fic] starlight, moonlight ; chunji/l.joe
starlight, moonlight ; chunji/l.joe
a/n: bring some fries or pizza mang this is enough for it
Sometime during the course of the school year, the empty house next to Byunghun finally fills up. Byunghun doesn't think anything of it, but decides to humour his mother in bringing over brownies and "getting to know the neighbours better".
However, what was supposed to be "here are some brownies welcome to the neighbourhood have a nice day" has now turned into a three hour long chat session between the two women. Byunghun decides to forget this, since it doesn't seem they have someone around his age, instead fishing some won out from his wallet and deciding to head to the store.
He buys a package of cheap ramyun (spicy shrimp flavour today), greets the checkout boy politely, never missing the soft flush that spread to his cheeks.
"You're...Byunghun, aren't you?" Byunghun looks surprised, blinking a bit, but nodding. "We moved next door to you, our parents are still talking; aren't they? I'm Chanhee."
"Did you say 'Chunji'?" Byunghun asks, a puzzled look crossing his face.
"Chanhee. My name is Chanhee."
"Whatever, Chunji," Byunghun replies, crushing up the ramyun packet, opening it and dumping seasoning in, shaking it up. Chanhee stares in horror at the manner in which the ramyun's consumed, forgetting to give the boy his reciept.
***
A few months later they become closer, much to their surprise. Chanhee introduces Byunghun to some of the recording equipment they've brought back from many a travel, late-night horror movie fests with his best friend Niel (which was a disaster; there were ground-in M&M's in Chanhee's hair following a prank they played on Niel), and stargazing.
In return, Byunghun teaches Chanhee about the wonders of raw ramyun, tries to get him into rap music (which results in a horrendous cover of f.cuz's because of you and Chanhee giving him the nickname of L.Joe, claiming "now they both have something dumb"), and, surprisingly, just sitting outside and enjoying each other's company.
They're on their fourth package of ramyun, pointing out the differences between Lynx and Puppis, when Byunghun notices Chanhee's gone quiet.
"Chunji? What's wrong?" He looks over and notices Chanhee is asleep, breath rising and falling evenly as he dozes on Byunghun's small shoulder, a hand still on the ramyun pack between them.
Byunghun smiles shyly and hesitantly, reaching over and squeezing Chanhee's hand, lacing their hands together. There's a hitch of breath from Chanhee and Byunghun wonders if he did something wrong and forbidden and now it's messed up and -
Chanhee's hand squeezes his back, a soft smile gracing his features. "About time," he mumbles, flushing when he feels a soft kiss press against his forehead; but sighing into it nonetheless.
"You smell like cheap ramyun," Byunghun comments, and Chanhee simply opens his eyes, untangles their fingers, and dumps the package of ramyun on Byunghun's lap.
"You ruin everything," Chanhee complains, but stops when Byunghun kisses him softly on the mouth, a hand gently sliding around his waist. "...but I really don't mind," he finishes; while Byunghun smiles on his lips.
a/n: bring some fries or pizza mang this is enough for it
Sometime during the course of the school year, the empty house next to Byunghun finally fills up. Byunghun doesn't think anything of it, but decides to humour his mother in bringing over brownies and "getting to know the neighbours better".
However, what was supposed to be "here are some brownies welcome to the neighbourhood have a nice day" has now turned into a three hour long chat session between the two women. Byunghun decides to forget this, since it doesn't seem they have someone around his age, instead fishing some won out from his wallet and deciding to head to the store.
He buys a package of cheap ramyun (spicy shrimp flavour today), greets the checkout boy politely, never missing the soft flush that spread to his cheeks.
"You're...Byunghun, aren't you?" Byunghun looks surprised, blinking a bit, but nodding. "We moved next door to you, our parents are still talking; aren't they? I'm Chanhee."
"Did you say 'Chunji'?" Byunghun asks, a puzzled look crossing his face.
"Chanhee. My name is Chanhee."
"Whatever, Chunji," Byunghun replies, crushing up the ramyun packet, opening it and dumping seasoning in, shaking it up. Chanhee stares in horror at the manner in which the ramyun's consumed, forgetting to give the boy his reciept.
***
A few months later they become closer, much to their surprise. Chanhee introduces Byunghun to some of the recording equipment they've brought back from many a travel, late-night horror movie fests with his best friend Niel (which was a disaster; there were ground-in M&M's in Chanhee's hair following a prank they played on Niel), and stargazing.
In return, Byunghun teaches Chanhee about the wonders of raw ramyun, tries to get him into rap music (which results in a horrendous cover of f.cuz's because of you and Chanhee giving him the nickname of L.Joe, claiming "now they both have something dumb"), and, surprisingly, just sitting outside and enjoying each other's company.
They're on their fourth package of ramyun, pointing out the differences between Lynx and Puppis, when Byunghun notices Chanhee's gone quiet.
"Chunji? What's wrong?" He looks over and notices Chanhee is asleep, breath rising and falling evenly as he dozes on Byunghun's small shoulder, a hand still on the ramyun pack between them.
Byunghun smiles shyly and hesitantly, reaching over and squeezing Chanhee's hand, lacing their hands together. There's a hitch of breath from Chanhee and Byunghun wonders if he did something wrong and forbidden and now it's messed up and -
Chanhee's hand squeezes his back, a soft smile gracing his features. "About time," he mumbles, flushing when he feels a soft kiss press against his forehead; but sighing into it nonetheless.
"You smell like cheap ramyun," Byunghun comments, and Chanhee simply opens his eyes, untangles their fingers, and dumps the package of ramyun on Byunghun's lap.
"You ruin everything," Chanhee complains, but stops when Byunghun kisses him softly on the mouth, a hand gently sliding around his waist. "...but I really don't mind," he finishes; while Byunghun smiles on his lips.