B.A.P. FANFIC, GOD HELP ME
Title: Purple Haze
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Himchan x Jongup x female oc
Length: oneshot (there’s a B.A.P. joke in this one)
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Himchan is more than distracted when Jongup is seduced by a girl at a party.
A/N: I’ve known about BAP since Warrior, but only decided recently after Skydive that I needed to seriously stan these boys and become a full-fledged Baby. Also, it’s been a long time since I wrote a fic and this is my first attempt at writing anything other than DBSK/JYJ so this may suck, lol.
Himchan had a knack for throwing the best parties; great locations, atmosphere, food and drink, and the best looking girls.
Tonight’s party was no exception; two adjacent rooms; one for noraebang and the other for hanging out and relaxing. Purple and pink neon lights lit up the comfortable rooms; the colors reflecting off the the white walls and white leather seating. Coffee tables were filled with food and drinks; Himchan knew the soju would be overflowing and everyone was going to be well lit tonight.
BAP’s visual sat relaxed on the main couch; his own, crisp, white suit awash with the neon colors. He wore a simple black tie and his hair was slicked back and perfectly styled. A pretty girl whose name he couldn’t remember fawned over him as he sipped champagne. He really wasn’t in the mood for her whining; the party was for his band mates; he was always thinking of them. They worked so hard and they deserved a little R and R.
Himchan learned the hard way that this girl was not going to let him relax, and her constant “oppa this and oppa that,” was getting on his nerves. He and the members preferred older girls and this one wasn’t even a fan. Himchan loved his fans and he didn’t mind their cuteness and insistence on the boys doing aegyo, but this girl didn’t even know who they were; she just happened to be at the club and Zelo invited her. Himchan reminded himself to scold the maknae later.
Trying to ignore the meaningless banter coming from her ( admittingly) inviting lips, he shoved a piece of kimbap in her mouth, catching her by surprise. Frowning, she washed it down with some soju and pouted. Before she could speak again, he had sprinted off the couch to the other room where Daehyun and Youngjae were having a sing off. He watched them for a while and smiled. He was really proud of them and all they had accomplished. He scoured the room to find Zelo by himself; the maknae was definitely in his cups; a bit of spittle drooling out of the corner of his mouth. Yongguk was also preoccupied with a blonde haired girl in a red dress. He was showing her his chest tattoo and she seemed genuinely interested in it’s meaning. Yongguk ran his fingers through his long, dark hair as he spoke; the girl nodding and asking him questions. He looked up at Himchan and gave him a gummy smile. The diva was a bit disappointed he couldn’t find more girls, but the party was a last minute idea. Himchan smiled back at his leader then surveyed the rest of the room.
Where was Jongup?
Himchan looked around for the dancer, but couldn’t find him anywhere.
“Maybe he’s in the bathroom?” he asked himself.
Leaving the room, the annoying girl trailed behind him despite his protests. He heard muffled voices in the hallway and peeked around the corner. Jongup had opened the back door to get some air. He wasn’t alone.
Himchan had almost forgotten that the blonde had brought a friend with her. She was different from the other girls, in fact she reminded him of Yongguk’s sister; short hair in a punk style; she even had tattoo’s. She acted like a rock star and looked like one too; piercings, dark makeup and an attitude to match. This girl was not the type to bring home to your mother. He smirked as he thought about his own parents and how horrified they would be at such unlady-like behavior. But Himchan could see through the outward appearance. He could tell under all the makeup and trappings was a stunning girl with natural beauty. She didn’t need the makeup, but at the same time it suited her; it’s what made her happy, and that was enough for B.A.P.’s visual. After all, didn’t they dress up and wear makeup? Did their fans really know who they were without all the glitz and glamour?
Himchan’s thoughts were interrupted by Jongup’s deep sigh. He was obviously drunk; cheeks flushed and unsteady on his feet. The girl slid her arm around the dancer’s waist and Himchan raised an eyebrow.
“Oppa,” the annoying girl whined, “come back to the other room.”
Himchan rolled his eyes. He made the painful decision to get rid of his unwanted guest, but he had to be gentle and not seem rude.
“Hey honey, I need to send you home. Jongup here is tipsy and I need to take care of him,ok?” He smiled brightly at the girl and handed her a wad of money.
“Take a taxi, it’s late. Be careful now.” he gave her a wink and with a pouty face she accepted the cash. He bowed deeply to her and she shrugged her shoulders. The money was way more than what a cab ride would cost.
“Thank you,” she replied and bowed. Himchan held his breath until the girl bowed in return and skipped like a child out of his sight.
“Thank God,” he said under his breath, but not low enough not to be heard.
“Is that you, hyung?”
Jongup turned his head and flashed a bunny smile.
The dancer was adorable when intoxicated, Himchan thought to himself. The punk girl stared at him and grinned. She stuck out her tongue and he nearly recoiled in horror.
It was pierced.
Regaining his composure, Himchan cleared his throat.
“Let’s go back inside, shall we?”
Jongup took a deep breath and stared at the night sky, pocked with stars. The moon was full and glowed a bright orange.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
He looked back at Himchan, his narrow eyes squinting as they often did.
“I know a more beautiful moon, dongsaeng,” the girl spoke softly; her voice smooth like melted chocolate.
Jongup laughed as he realized she was referring to his surname.
“You’re so clever, Bong-Cha,” he said through slurred speech.
“Yes, very clever,” Himchan said to himself; “ too clever.”
He watched with anxious eyes as the girl became way too familiar with Jongup’s body. A strange feeling began to overtake him; was it his protective nature kicking in, or was it something else? Jealousy perhaps? But jealousy of what; the affections of a pretty girl or feelings for Jongup that he had kept hidden for so long? Skinship was always something that boy bands participated in, but it was mostly for the fans. But there were times that Himchan liked it too much; especially since Jongup’s body was so fit.
He snapped backed into reality as a low moan escaped Jongup’s lips. Bong-Cha’s fingers were inside the dancer’s shirt and and gently caressing his heated skin.
“Ok, that’s enough,” Himchan stated sternly. He grabbed Jongup’s hand and brought him back inside to the party room; the music from next door seemed more deafening than before and the purple neon lights made him blink as he readjusted to his surroundings.
Unsteady on his feet, Jongup let go of his senior and plopped down on the couch, his punk companion sitting next to him. She continued caressing the intoxicated dancer while shooting narrowed glances toward Himchan. Once more she stuck her pierced tongue out at the diva, but this time it wasn’t in spite. Himchan sucked in his breath as the girl licked her lips seductively; he found her black, shiny lipstick to be surprisingly inviting.
Himchan’s heart lurched in his chest as the girl grabbed a fistful of Jongup’s hair and kissed the dancer hard on the mouth. Jongup moaned in pleasure as the smooth, coolness of her metal tongue piercing slid between his teeth.
Himchan lost his mind. Part of him was angry; part of him was confused; he wanted Jongup to enjoy himself, but he was also protective of him. While his onstage persona was sexy as fuck, in real life Jongup was this weird kid who loved anime and Disney’s Frozen and lived for McDonald’s hamburgers and cereal.
Jongup’s moans intensified as the girl undressed him; her fingers unbuttoning his shirt and dancing lightly across his incredibly toned body. Himchan sat on the edge of the couch; body tense and full of anxiety.
“What do I do,” he asked himself?
White knuckled and nails digging into the fabric of the couch, his mind raced along with the wild pounding of his heart.
He was so turned on.
Jongup’s breathless voice broke the spell.
“Hyung,” he cried out to the diva; “join us.”
The dancer’s words hit Himchan like a ton of bricks.
“What?”
Jongup narrowed his eyes at Himchan and imitating the actions of his female companion, he licked his lips seductively.
Himchan lost his mind. His dongsaeng was inviting him to participate in a threesome.
“Why you little kinky bastard,” Himchan said to himself while reluctantly sliding his wobbly as jelly body over to the other couch.
“Make love to us,” Jongup begged while narrowing his eyes at his hyung.
Himchan sucked in his breath. He wanted to laugh, but the situation was far from funny. He turned toward the other room and thought about Yongguk, their leader.
“He’s going to kill me,” he thought, while haphazardly discarding his jacket and loosening his tie.
The punk girl turned her attention from Jongup to Himchan; her hands grasping his belt and pulling him closer toward them.
“Isn’t Jongup beautiful?”
Himchan stared at her. He knew what she wanted; Himchan wasn’t gay, but he loved the members of his group. He would be lying if he said he didn’t. But it was different. Yeah, he was known for over doing the skinship, but it was a Korean thing. Did this girl really expect something from him more than the fan service they always provided?
“I’m not what you think I am,” he told her. “I like girls.”
She smiled wickedly at him.
“You can just watch, if you like, or you can play along and have some fun.”
She pulled him closer and attacked his mouth with her black lacquered lips. He felt the metal of her piercing sliding up and down his tongue and his body shivered.
“Jesus Christ” he moaned as he felt himself getting hard.
The clasp of his belt was undone before he could recover from the kiss; fingers sliding inside his pants to caress his cock.
Kim Himchan snapped.
“I’m going to die,” he thought as Bong-Cha slowly pulled down his zipper; his erection popping out of his silk boxers.
“I told you he was big and thick,” Jongup whispered, as he smiled like the character he portrayed in Skydive.
Himchan gritted his teeth.
“You told her what?” he stammered, but his next words were silenced by juicy lips that surrounded the tip of his cock, gasping for air as he was practically swallowed whole.
“Fuck,” he growled as he naturally found himself thrusting forward to accommodate her.
As she lapped and sucked Himchan looked up at his junior. Jongup had already unzipped his own pants; the dancer stroking his length to get himself ready for the pleasures to come.
Himchan tried to control his breathing, but to no avail. His pulse raced and on one brief occassion skipped several beats. He cried out half in pleasure, half in pain as his tortured heart lurched into an unsteady and rapid cadence.
He was close now, and didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.
Just when he thought he was ready to blow; Bong-Cha released him and turned her attention to Jongup.
Chest heaving, Himchan slumped forward; his head buried in the crook of Jongup’s neck. He felt something wet slide up his jawline and he realized it was Jongup licking his sweat.
“I love you hyung,” the younger man whispered in his ear; Himchan’s body shuddering as Jongup nibbled on his ear. The affection was short lived as Jongup’s body bucked upwards; his breath hitching in his throat. Himchan turned and watched with hooded lids as Bong-Cha impaled herself on the dancer’s length and began to ride him.
“Dirty girl,” he thought; “where are your panties?
He marveled at her heart-shaped ass as it bounced up and down on Jongup’s well-muscled thighs. He wanted to slap that ass but his thoughts were interrupted by Jongup’s sweet voice.
“Hyung,” Jongup moaned as he grasped Himchan’s shirt tightly. The diva swallowed hard; unable to resist, his shaking hands grasped his neglected cock and began taking over where Bong-Cha’s lips had left off. He pleasured himself all the while leaning into his dongsaeng’s body as the girl rode him; her lithe body twisting and turning upon Jongup’s length.
Both men knew they wouldn’t last much longer; Bong-Cha’s own moans of pleasure taking them to the edge. Jongup came first and came hard; he grabbed Himchan’s hand and squeezed so tightly, it made the older man wince in pain. Bong-Cha convulsed as her orgasm hit her; she writhed violently for several seconds and that was all that was needed to push Himchan over the edge. He tried hard not to scream; he moaned deeply into Jongup’s neck as he spilled; all three would be lovers gasping for breath within inches of each other. They huddled in silence; sweat mingled with saliva and cum in a sticky mess.
It was then, when they began to struggle to sit up, that they realized the music had stopped. The room was silent except for their labored breathing.
Himchan turned around and looked on in horror as he stared into the surprised faces of Youngjae, Daehyun, Zelo and Yongguk. Bong-Cha’s blonde haired friend stood with her hands to her mouth; her eyes wide as saucers.
Jongup burped and smiled at their leader.
“Hi hyung,” he managed to to say through slurred speech.
Himchan swallowed hard as Yongguk stared at him with disapproving eyes.
“Fuck,” the diva said to himself; “he’s going to kill me…”