T-Shirt
Title: T-Shirt
Pairing: B-Bomb/U-Kwon
Rating: PG-13
WC: 1,509
Sprawled across the bed, Yookwon rolled onto his side, finding that uncomfortable soon enough, and laid back down with the sheets crumpled beneath his back. He heaved a deep sigh. Saturday afternoon and he had nothing to do. No plans, no company - nothing.
After his crew had won the recent dance competition in Japan, everyone was given two week’s worth of break. While all of his crew members were either travelling or spending time with their loved ones, Yookwon has been locked up in his apartment for the past four days. Technically, Minhyuk’s apartment, but it was somewhat his too.
Yookwon groggily rubbed his eyes before reaching out for his phone on the bed stand, starting it up to see the picture of him and Minhyuk on the lock screen. It’s been almost a month since he’s seen Minhyuk. He felt a smile creep on his face, his index finger gliding across Minhyuk’s cheek.
Yookwon tossed the phone lifelessly onto the bed while he got up in stretching his sore limbs. Right when he was about to walk out of the room, the tinkling ringtone of his phone went off. He darted back towards his bed, diving face forward all the while managing to scoop up his phone into his hand.
“Yeah Kyung?” Yookwon couldn’t hide the disappointment when he heard the familiar cotton-mouthed voice through the interphone.
“Sad that I’m not Minhyuk hyung?” Kyung teased. He knew Yookwon too well. In response, Yookwon ran his free hand through his hair, mumbling something along the words of “I hate you” and “What do you want” muffled through his pillow.
“Whoa, someone’s an angry housewife. Anyway, the guys and I are wondering if you want to go hang out with us. You know, grab some drinks, hit the dance floor, get the ladies-“ Kyung paused. “I mean, of course, we can get…males for you, no big.” He quickly added.
“But, we all know how faithful you are to Minhyuk hyung. Just come out tonight. I mean, you don’t even know when he’s going to be back and before he takes all of your time away from us, relax and just forget everything for one night.”
After a few minutes of Kyung playing telemarketer in advertising how fun and stress relieving the club will be, Yookwon felt himself caving in. Once he got the information of time and place, he hung up on Kyung when he heard Jiho yell in the background about not being a sore loser and having fun with his own life.
“When are you coming home?” Yookwon sighed, looking down at the photo of him and Minhyuk perched happily on the bed stand beside him.
He could feel the beat of the music pound at him even outside of the club. The wind had a slight breeze to it, making Yookwon huddle his leather jacket closer to his body, both arms wrapped tightly across his chest.
Yookwon went through the routine steps of lining up, flashing his ID, and stepping foot inside where crazy strobe lights darted across the dark room while people were grinding against one another. As soon as he was going to reach for his phone, he felt a tug on his arm from behind. It was none other than Zico.
“Finally you decide to leave the house, you little housewife,” Jiho teased as he slung his arm around Yookwon.
“I’m not a housewife,” Yookwon retorted back, a pout on his lips in which Jiho smacked his thumb over. “Awww is our little housewife upset?” He cooed.
“Shut up Jiho.” The bitterness in Yookwon’s voice made it clear that he was upset. He tried to pry Jiho’s arm off, only for Jiho to bring him closer as he dragged the two of them away to a table where Kyung, Jaehyo, and Jihoon sat with beer bottles lined up on the table.
After roughly three glasses of beer, seeing Kyung go through a rotation of 2-3 girls, and Jaehyo sprawled across the table sleeping, Yookwon found himself bored of his friends and up on the dance floor, trying to let the music settle inside him. Unfortunately, even though the DJ played his favorite songs, he just wasn’t feeling it. He definitely wasn’t buzzed or tired. It was one of those days, he supposed. He headed back towards the table to see Kyung with eventually two girls with him - one on each arm - as Jiho and Jihoon were playing a drinking game of their own on who can down the most shots. Then there was Jaehyo, still sleeping but now laying on his side on the chair of their booth.
“I’m going to head out,” Yookwon told the boys while picking up his jacket.
“What?! Dude, you just got here,” Kyung complained and stood up, only for one of his girls to claw at him in bringing him back to his seat.
“I’m just not feeling it tonight. Maybe next time?” Yookwon smiled, saluting the boys before he turned around and began heading out the club.
Yookwon tossed his jacket onto the couch and kicked off his shoes once he bustled through the door, keys slipping out from his fingertips while the door slammed shut behind him. He dragged his feet a few more steps until the door to his room swung open; Minhyuk walked outside the room to see Yookwon looking directly at him.
A silent pause while the two stared at each other, Minhyuk observing Yookwon and his spiked blonde hair dressed down in dark rinsed jeans and a black v-neck while Yookwon saw Minhyuk in a white v-neck and black sweatpants, his fitted cap swung backwards.
It was the little gong inside Yookwon’s head that rung throughout his head, finally realizing that Minhyuk, who had been away with his dance team for a dance tour, was finally home after a month. A month of not seeing Minhyuk. Before Yookwon could think of a proper greeting, his legs reacted first in running towards Minhyuk, hands clasping onto each other once they were thrown over Minhyuk’s neck. And maybe this was a proper greeting between the two, that there needed to be no words said to know what each other were thinking or what they wanted to say, as Minhyuk also clasped his hands together once his arms slinked around Yookwon’s lower back and pulled him closer, their chests leaning against one another.
‘I missed you,” Minhyuk finally managed to whisper.
“I missed you too,” Yookwon whispered back, his breath mixing with Minhyuk’s.
“I got you a present. It’s in my suitcase,” Minhyuk said, his head nodding off into the direction of their room. He began moving his feet, pushing Yookwon backwards as the two waddled into the room Minhyuk had just come out of. Trying to not let go of each other, eventually Minhyuk turned himself around as he was the one pulling Yookwon inside the room until the back of his knees touched the bed, his back falling on the bed while Yookwon landed on top of him.
“Do you want to see your gift?”
“What is it?” Yookwon asked curiously, his index finger grazing across Minhyuk’s chest.
“It’s a shirt from our last concert of the tour. I got all the members of Gamblerz to sign it,” he smiled. “Go see it.”
At the mention of signatures and Gamblerz in the same sentence, Yookwon excitedly scrambled off of Minhyuk and slid down to the floor, digging through Minhyuk’s open duffle bag and pulled out a black shirt with a bunch of silver signatures over it.
“I love it!” Yookwon shouted joyfully like a kid getting gifts for Christmas. Minhyuk chuckled while he sat up on the edge of the bed, watching Yookwon’s eyes scan across each and every signature. After letting the younger boy have fun with his gift, Yookwon looked back up at him and stood up, shirt still in his hands.
“You know you didn’t have to get me the shirt, right?” Yookwon asked, walking closer to where Minhyuk was sitting, who in return sat up once he felt Yookwon settle in between his legs. Minhyuk was confused to what he was saying. Just minutes ago, he was excited about the gift he worked hard on getting for him and now he was depreciating it? He saw Yookwon toss the shirt carelessly from his hands and to somewhere on the floor across the room.
It was until Yookwon gave a small shove towards Minhyuk’s shoulders, causing the older boy to fall onto his back in confusion while Yookwon climbed on top of him, snuggling down until he was settled in straddling him. His index finger yet again grazed over Minhyuk’s chest, making squiggly and zigzagged lines up and down before Yookwon bent over, his cheek touching Minhyuk’s cheek.
“I can settle for this shirt,” Yookwon said as his hand fisted the collar of Minhyuk’s v-neck. “Signed by yours truly,” he smiled before pulling the shirt over Minhyuk’s head and throwing it alongside where he had thrown the other shirt.
Pairing: B-Bomb/U-Kwon
Rating: PG-13
WC: 1,509
Sprawled across the bed, Yookwon rolled onto his side, finding that uncomfortable soon enough, and laid back down with the sheets crumpled beneath his back. He heaved a deep sigh. Saturday afternoon and he had nothing to do. No plans, no company - nothing.
After his crew had won the recent dance competition in Japan, everyone was given two week’s worth of break. While all of his crew members were either travelling or spending time with their loved ones, Yookwon has been locked up in his apartment for the past four days. Technically, Minhyuk’s apartment, but it was somewhat his too.
Yookwon groggily rubbed his eyes before reaching out for his phone on the bed stand, starting it up to see the picture of him and Minhyuk on the lock screen. It’s been almost a month since he’s seen Minhyuk. He felt a smile creep on his face, his index finger gliding across Minhyuk’s cheek.
Yookwon tossed the phone lifelessly onto the bed while he got up in stretching his sore limbs. Right when he was about to walk out of the room, the tinkling ringtone of his phone went off. He darted back towards his bed, diving face forward all the while managing to scoop up his phone into his hand.
“Yeah Kyung?” Yookwon couldn’t hide the disappointment when he heard the familiar cotton-mouthed voice through the interphone.
“Sad that I’m not Minhyuk hyung?” Kyung teased. He knew Yookwon too well. In response, Yookwon ran his free hand through his hair, mumbling something along the words of “I hate you” and “What do you want” muffled through his pillow.
“Whoa, someone’s an angry housewife. Anyway, the guys and I are wondering if you want to go hang out with us. You know, grab some drinks, hit the dance floor, get the ladies-“ Kyung paused. “I mean, of course, we can get…males for you, no big.” He quickly added.
“But, we all know how faithful you are to Minhyuk hyung. Just come out tonight. I mean, you don’t even know when he’s going to be back and before he takes all of your time away from us, relax and just forget everything for one night.”
After a few minutes of Kyung playing telemarketer in advertising how fun and stress relieving the club will be, Yookwon felt himself caving in. Once he got the information of time and place, he hung up on Kyung when he heard Jiho yell in the background about not being a sore loser and having fun with his own life.
“When are you coming home?” Yookwon sighed, looking down at the photo of him and Minhyuk perched happily on the bed stand beside him.
He could feel the beat of the music pound at him even outside of the club. The wind had a slight breeze to it, making Yookwon huddle his leather jacket closer to his body, both arms wrapped tightly across his chest.
Yookwon went through the routine steps of lining up, flashing his ID, and stepping foot inside where crazy strobe lights darted across the dark room while people were grinding against one another. As soon as he was going to reach for his phone, he felt a tug on his arm from behind. It was none other than Zico.
“Finally you decide to leave the house, you little housewife,” Jiho teased as he slung his arm around Yookwon.
“I’m not a housewife,” Yookwon retorted back, a pout on his lips in which Jiho smacked his thumb over. “Awww is our little housewife upset?” He cooed.
“Shut up Jiho.” The bitterness in Yookwon’s voice made it clear that he was upset. He tried to pry Jiho’s arm off, only for Jiho to bring him closer as he dragged the two of them away to a table where Kyung, Jaehyo, and Jihoon sat with beer bottles lined up on the table.
After roughly three glasses of beer, seeing Kyung go through a rotation of 2-3 girls, and Jaehyo sprawled across the table sleeping, Yookwon found himself bored of his friends and up on the dance floor, trying to let the music settle inside him. Unfortunately, even though the DJ played his favorite songs, he just wasn’t feeling it. He definitely wasn’t buzzed or tired. It was one of those days, he supposed. He headed back towards the table to see Kyung with eventually two girls with him - one on each arm - as Jiho and Jihoon were playing a drinking game of their own on who can down the most shots. Then there was Jaehyo, still sleeping but now laying on his side on the chair of their booth.
“I’m going to head out,” Yookwon told the boys while picking up his jacket.
“What?! Dude, you just got here,” Kyung complained and stood up, only for one of his girls to claw at him in bringing him back to his seat.
“I’m just not feeling it tonight. Maybe next time?” Yookwon smiled, saluting the boys before he turned around and began heading out the club.
Yookwon tossed his jacket onto the couch and kicked off his shoes once he bustled through the door, keys slipping out from his fingertips while the door slammed shut behind him. He dragged his feet a few more steps until the door to his room swung open; Minhyuk walked outside the room to see Yookwon looking directly at him.
A silent pause while the two stared at each other, Minhyuk observing Yookwon and his spiked blonde hair dressed down in dark rinsed jeans and a black v-neck while Yookwon saw Minhyuk in a white v-neck and black sweatpants, his fitted cap swung backwards.
It was the little gong inside Yookwon’s head that rung throughout his head, finally realizing that Minhyuk, who had been away with his dance team for a dance tour, was finally home after a month. A month of not seeing Minhyuk. Before Yookwon could think of a proper greeting, his legs reacted first in running towards Minhyuk, hands clasping onto each other once they were thrown over Minhyuk’s neck. And maybe this was a proper greeting between the two, that there needed to be no words said to know what each other were thinking or what they wanted to say, as Minhyuk also clasped his hands together once his arms slinked around Yookwon’s lower back and pulled him closer, their chests leaning against one another.
‘I missed you,” Minhyuk finally managed to whisper.
“I missed you too,” Yookwon whispered back, his breath mixing with Minhyuk’s.
“I got you a present. It’s in my suitcase,” Minhyuk said, his head nodding off into the direction of their room. He began moving his feet, pushing Yookwon backwards as the two waddled into the room Minhyuk had just come out of. Trying to not let go of each other, eventually Minhyuk turned himself around as he was the one pulling Yookwon inside the room until the back of his knees touched the bed, his back falling on the bed while Yookwon landed on top of him.
“Do you want to see your gift?”
“What is it?” Yookwon asked curiously, his index finger grazing across Minhyuk’s chest.
“It’s a shirt from our last concert of the tour. I got all the members of Gamblerz to sign it,” he smiled. “Go see it.”
At the mention of signatures and Gamblerz in the same sentence, Yookwon excitedly scrambled off of Minhyuk and slid down to the floor, digging through Minhyuk’s open duffle bag and pulled out a black shirt with a bunch of silver signatures over it.
“I love it!” Yookwon shouted joyfully like a kid getting gifts for Christmas. Minhyuk chuckled while he sat up on the edge of the bed, watching Yookwon’s eyes scan across each and every signature. After letting the younger boy have fun with his gift, Yookwon looked back up at him and stood up, shirt still in his hands.
“You know you didn’t have to get me the shirt, right?” Yookwon asked, walking closer to where Minhyuk was sitting, who in return sat up once he felt Yookwon settle in between his legs. Minhyuk was confused to what he was saying. Just minutes ago, he was excited about the gift he worked hard on getting for him and now he was depreciating it? He saw Yookwon toss the shirt carelessly from his hands and to somewhere on the floor across the room.
It was until Yookwon gave a small shove towards Minhyuk’s shoulders, causing the older boy to fall onto his back in confusion while Yookwon climbed on top of him, snuggling down until he was settled in straddling him. His index finger yet again grazed over Minhyuk’s chest, making squiggly and zigzagged lines up and down before Yookwon bent over, his cheek touching Minhyuk’s cheek.
“I can settle for this shirt,” Yookwon said as his hand fisted the collar of Minhyuk’s v-neck. “Signed by yours truly,” he smiled before pulling the shirt over Minhyuk’s head and throwing it alongside where he had thrown the other shirt.