8。baby you a(maze) me
baby you a(maze) me
Joon/Seungho
PG ; 750 w.
baby you a(maze) me
and I'm thinking of what could be
where there's a will there's a way
so will you come out and play
with me, with me
"I was just having fun!" Joon violently flails his arms around and raises his deep voice. "It's not like I fucking wanted to destroy the thing!"
"You never have any respect, do you?" Seungho's jaw tightens as he walks angrily towards Joon, looking like he's about to beat someone up. "Always seeking attention! Now look at everything you broke! Look at everything we have to pay for! Fuck, Joon, I'm the one who's going to be blamed for when Jihoon-hyung finds out, you-"
Joon grabs Seungho's face, catching Seungho completely off guard, and kisses him straight on the lips, eyes shut tight and breath caged in his lungs. Seungho's eyes shoot wide open in shock, his heart pounding heavily in his chest.
There's a moment of loud silence in which their surroundings come to a quick halt, and then Seungho, hands lightly resting on Joon's shoulders, pushes Joon away like he hasn't breathed in ages.
"W-what..." Seungho wills the pounding of his chest to stop, fingers reaching to touch his lips and heat rising to his cheeks. The anger he felt a few moments ago is seemingly replaced with a feeling that Seungho can't even start to describe in words, which bothers him and frustrates him even more.
"I'm sorry," Joon looks away, flushed and distracted, fingers itching to touch his own lips. A bit bashful, a bit shameless, Joon glances at Seungho, cheekily biting his lower lip and not able to control the edge of his mouth from quirking into a mischievous, satisfied smile.
Byunghee, mindlessly sipping on his orange juice, leaves the room just as swiftly as he enters it, rolling his eyes at the two thinking finally, muttering those two idiots took long enough under his breath and starts distracting the two youngest ones from entering the practice room with a new prank he's been wanting to pull on one of their hairstylists.
"Joon-ah! What the hell?!" Seungho breathes out, making a half hearted attempt to sound upset. Not so much angry as he is confused, Seungho finds himself not being upset in any way at all, realizing the fact that Joon certainly knows his way around him and could have his way with him any time he wants to.
This realization unsettles Seungho, and though it makes him feel defenseless and vulnerable, he feels indifferent because somehow, it feels right.
"I'll-" Joon gulps and slightly bends over, hand placed on his chest as he breathes heavily, "I'll try to be careful next time. I'm sorry. I'll... I'll think of a way to pay for it, I promise."
After a while, Seungho's hunched shoulders deflate, sighing exasperatedly in defeat and too tired to think straight. He wears a disarming smile of disbelief on his face, hand on his hip and head bent down.
"You're unbelievable," Seungho breathes out, shaking his head.
Joon looks at Seungho, all dark eyed and determined, mind completely on one track as if he's forgotten about the argument they were just having a few moment ago because god, he just can't stop staring at Seungho's lips and how full they are and how soft they felt against his own, and-
They end up making out against the mirrored walls, Joon's back on the concrete and Seungho against him, hardly leaving any room for breathing. Seungho has his palm pressed flat on the mirror beside Joon's face, head tilted as his other hand caresses Joon's cheek. Joon moans quietly into the kiss, face tilted and hands running up and down Seungho's sides.
There's a shrill scream of a girl heard from somewhere outside the room, followed by a certain boisterous laughter that sounds all too familiar to be paid attention to so that doesn't stop them, only really coming to a halt when Mir busts into the room laughing like a mad man and Joon roughly pushes Seungho away, leaving Seungho in a heated daze.
Mir notices them and pauses, his lively expression falling. Byunghee and Sanghyun enter the room, following right behind him.
"Hyung," Mir looks away and endearingly wraps his arms around Byunghee's waist, "Can you stop them? They're still fighting."
Cheekily glancing at the two, Byunghee starts laughing even harder - so hard that it confuses Mir and makes the latter one laugh along with him - when he notices Seungho's heaving chest and Joon's flushed cheeks that definitely did not come from fighting with each other.
Joon/Seungho
PG ; 750 w.
baby you a(maze) me
and I'm thinking of what could be
where there's a will there's a way
so will you come out and play
with me, with me
"I was just having fun!" Joon violently flails his arms around and raises his deep voice. "It's not like I fucking wanted to destroy the thing!"
"You never have any respect, do you?" Seungho's jaw tightens as he walks angrily towards Joon, looking like he's about to beat someone up. "Always seeking attention! Now look at everything you broke! Look at everything we have to pay for! Fuck, Joon, I'm the one who's going to be blamed for when Jihoon-hyung finds out, you-"
Joon grabs Seungho's face, catching Seungho completely off guard, and kisses him straight on the lips, eyes shut tight and breath caged in his lungs. Seungho's eyes shoot wide open in shock, his heart pounding heavily in his chest.
There's a moment of loud silence in which their surroundings come to a quick halt, and then Seungho, hands lightly resting on Joon's shoulders, pushes Joon away like he hasn't breathed in ages.
"W-what..." Seungho wills the pounding of his chest to stop, fingers reaching to touch his lips and heat rising to his cheeks. The anger he felt a few moments ago is seemingly replaced with a feeling that Seungho can't even start to describe in words, which bothers him and frustrates him even more.
"I'm sorry," Joon looks away, flushed and distracted, fingers itching to touch his own lips. A bit bashful, a bit shameless, Joon glances at Seungho, cheekily biting his lower lip and not able to control the edge of his mouth from quirking into a mischievous, satisfied smile.
Byunghee, mindlessly sipping on his orange juice, leaves the room just as swiftly as he enters it, rolling his eyes at the two thinking finally, muttering those two idiots took long enough under his breath and starts distracting the two youngest ones from entering the practice room with a new prank he's been wanting to pull on one of their hairstylists.
"Joon-ah! What the hell?!" Seungho breathes out, making a half hearted attempt to sound upset. Not so much angry as he is confused, Seungho finds himself not being upset in any way at all, realizing the fact that Joon certainly knows his way around him and could have his way with him any time he wants to.
This realization unsettles Seungho, and though it makes him feel defenseless and vulnerable, he feels indifferent because somehow, it feels right.
"I'll-" Joon gulps and slightly bends over, hand placed on his chest as he breathes heavily, "I'll try to be careful next time. I'm sorry. I'll... I'll think of a way to pay for it, I promise."
After a while, Seungho's hunched shoulders deflate, sighing exasperatedly in defeat and too tired to think straight. He wears a disarming smile of disbelief on his face, hand on his hip and head bent down.
"You're unbelievable," Seungho breathes out, shaking his head.
Joon looks at Seungho, all dark eyed and determined, mind completely on one track as if he's forgotten about the argument they were just having a few moment ago because god, he just can't stop staring at Seungho's lips and how full they are and how soft they felt against his own, and-
They end up making out against the mirrored walls, Joon's back on the concrete and Seungho against him, hardly leaving any room for breathing. Seungho has his palm pressed flat on the mirror beside Joon's face, head tilted as his other hand caresses Joon's cheek. Joon moans quietly into the kiss, face tilted and hands running up and down Seungho's sides.
There's a shrill scream of a girl heard from somewhere outside the room, followed by a certain boisterous laughter that sounds all too familiar to be paid attention to so that doesn't stop them, only really coming to a halt when Mir busts into the room laughing like a mad man and Joon roughly pushes Seungho away, leaving Seungho in a heated daze.
Mir notices them and pauses, his lively expression falling. Byunghee and Sanghyun enter the room, following right behind him.
"Hyung," Mir looks away and endearingly wraps his arms around Byunghee's waist, "Can you stop them? They're still fighting."
Cheekily glancing at the two, Byunghee starts laughing even harder - so hard that it confuses Mir and makes the latter one laugh along with him - when he notices Seungho's heaving chest and Joon's flushed cheeks that definitely did not come from fighting with each other.