Junseung Drabbles
Batch of Untitled Junseung Drabbles
Rating: G-PG:13
Notes: After the question asked the other day, I've decided to work on my Creepy Untitled Junseung (There is some smut but it's angsty and dark T.T) and Missed Connections. In the mean time here's 9 Junseung Drabbles to tide you all over :D
I.
It's a simple brush of hands and a fleeting moment backstage. They're all pumped with energy and nerves, racing hearts and twitching limbs. Junhyung’s knuckles bump his, little finger entwining around Hyunseung's and he squeezes. Hyunseung inhales and they smell like idols, shrouded in hairspray and the smell of fresh cotton. The world is their oyster. 'It's almost time' Doojoon grins from the front of the group and Junhyung tangles their fingers together properly, holding their hands to his chest. Hyunseung feels nervous for an entirely new reason now and ducks his head to hide his grin.
II.
They hide from the world under a mass of polka dots and stripes, their bed sheets as tangled as their limbs. It's 2 in the afternoon and they have a free afternoon that Junhyung isn't going to waste. Whilst the other four head out for dates and visiting family, Junhyung draws Hyunseung into their own little world filled with lazy kisses and gentle hands. 'It's the middle of the day' Hyunseung complains around a yawn. 'We should make the most of it' He yawns again and Junhyung pulls him closer still until he feels Hyunseung's breathing even out against his collarbone. 'I am' Junhyung says, rubbing soothing circles into the sleeping man's back. 'I'm keeping you all to myself'
III.
He clutches his chest when he thinks the other members aren’t looking. There’s a large hollow space much like a black hole that he can’t seem to fill. He knows what would fill it and he knows someday it will mend but he has no clue how to go about it. There’s arms around him, 5 smiling faces and he clutches his chest again because there’s a gentle throb and he’s not sure if it’s his broken heart fusing itself back together or just the force of them all toppling over. He lands on his back with an uncomfortable pressure against his abdomen and finds himself meeting eyes with Junhyung. The younger man smiles, lips barely turning up at the corners but his eyes are dancing with too many emotions and the cavity in his chest doesn’t seem so big anymore.
IV.
Hyunseung is brushing his teeth in the bathroom mirror, not-so-subtly watching Junhyung’s reflection as he changes behind him when it occurs to him that the blue sweater with white stars that Junhyung is currently pulling over his head is familiar. ‘That’s my sweater’ He gurgles around the toothbrush, catching Junhyung’s eyes as the younger looks up. ‘I know’ He grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. ‘You never asked to borrow it’ Hyunseung pouts, spitting toothpaste into the sink. He jumps as he feels the younger press against his back, surprised to see his lips just inches from his own ear reflected in the mirror. Junhyung’s hands tug at the green wife beater hanging off his frame and those lips curl devilishly. ‘Maybe I should ask you to take this off first’ Hyunseung draws in a breath as Junhyung’s fingers slide under the too long shirt and his eyes fall closed. Junhyung’s fingers leave him and he’s left to stare at his blushing reflection as the door clicks shut.
V.
They’ve been practicing for hours, the other members long having since gone home. The neon green letters on Junhyung’s sports watch indicate it’s 4.30am and he wonders how much longer Hyunseung can go on like this. He gave up an hour ago but doesn’t have to wait long because the older boy wheezes moments later, his feet tangle and he slips to the floor with the thud of elbows on laminate. Junhyung winces as he presses his forehead to the laminate, body heaving and when Hyunseung pushes himself to his knees, he thinks the boy might start again. Hyunseung looks up at him with tired, half-open eyes and pulls away the cloth he uses to keep back his hair. ‘I’m tired, Jun-ah. Let’s call it a night’ Junhyung thinks he’s never heard something so beautiful.
VI.
It’s only a cake shop brightly painted with a small selection of cakes and pastries - albeit the best pastries he’s ever tasted in his life, but that’s not what keeps Junhyung going back for more everyday. It’s a dangerous habit, dangerous because Kikwang has started teasing him that he’s getting a gut and the younger man will soon start dragging him to his gym with all the shiny equipment that Junhyung has no idea how to use. Junhyung shakes it off and points to the neatly presented row of strawberry tarts that gleam at him from behind the glass. A hand hovers over them, selecting one and after a few moments it’s boxed and neatly wrapped on the counter. Unusually, there’s something scrawled in black ink across the top of the pristine white box and Junhyung quirks a brow as it is slid across the counter top. ‘Thank you for your custom. Please accept our gift’ Junhyung is met with curly brown hair and flushed cheeks. His stomach jumps and he reaches for the box, brushing against those slender fingers in the process. ‘You’re welcome… Hyunseung’ He reads from above the phone number scribbled on the box.
VII.
‘Let’s get out of here’ Hyunseung hears before he’s pulled from the club. Yoseob will be mad at him but he doesn’t really mind, the air is thick with smoke and he hates the music that’s been playing all night. He follows willingly as the handsome stranger in a leather aviator jacket- Junhyung, he‘d learnt, drags him out into the fresh air where it’s so much cooler than it was inside and he stumbles over his own feet in relief. ‘Steady on, we’re not there yet’ The man says, smiling playfully over his shoulder. Hyunseung hums in acceptance, not really that drunk yet. They come to an eventual stop in a nearby park where Hyunseung notices they’re surrounded by roses. ‘Let’s try again. Hi, I’m Junhyung. It’s nice to meet you’ He shakes the offered hand. ‘Umm.. I’m Hyunseung’ He laughs, they’ve already done this part tonight. Junhyung breaks out into a wide grin and leans closer, just enough for his lips to brush the corner of Hyunseung’s. ‘Great, now we can tell our grandkids our first meeting was in a rose garden’
VIII.
Junhyung is watching a drama, one of his guilty pleasures, when the doorbell brings him back to reality. He frowns for a moment, waiting for Doojoon to get it because it’s probably another person come about the spare room. They’ve been interviewing for a new house mate ever since Yoseob moved from the third room to share Doojoon’s room and Junhyung doesn’t care who moves in with them, as long as they don’t break his stuff. The door bell chimes again and he’s about to shout when he remembers that Doojoon and Yoseob are out on a date. Again. He heaves himself out of his chair and makes his way to the door. He throws the door open and there’s a gust of warm air but that’s not what takes his breath away. He’s greeted by curls peaking under a black hat and large doe-like eyes surrounded by porcelain skin. ‘Hi, I’m Jang Hyunseung. I’m hear about the room’ The other says, extending a hand. Junhyung reaches for it and is surprised by the firm grasp and icy fingers. His lips twist up in the corners and he steps back to let the other inside.
IX.
He can’t believe that Kikwang talked him into this but Junhyung doesn’t ever want to go speed dating again. Ever. So far there’s been a man who looked like a monkey, one who kept licking his lips in what Junhyung presumed he thought was a seductive way and a thick lipped blonde who had three conversation topics; me, myself and I . He’s half tempted to bale and meet Kikwang at the bar afterwards when a boy with wavy brown hair and high cheekbones sinks into the seat opposite him. ‘My friend made me do this. I’m a dancer, I like most music, especially artists like Usher and Omarion and my favourite foods are Fried Chicken and Orange Juice’ There’s a spark of excitement deep in Junhyung’s belly that he hadn’t experienced with any of the other dates and for the first time that night he finds himself leaning forward with interest.