15-17。let's go, love soldier!
let's go, love soldier! (3 random drabbles)
Kwanghee/Siwan
A/N: three very random drabbles. i apologize for making these pointless lol. :'l
i.
You are a sickness / I lie down everyday / How many times has it been?
☆ sunset glow - big bang
Hot. Hot hot heat, and incredibly moist.
"What the hell?" Siwan roughly pushes Kwanghee away from him, his face scrunching in horror as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Yours tastes better," Kwanghee lands on his spot on the floor and pouts at himself, letting the steam of his own cup of noodles warm his face up.
Appalled at Kwanghee's barbaric ways, Siwan dumbfoundedly stares at Kwanghee, the latter ridiculously back to minding his own business as if he didn't just offhandedly rape Siwan's mouth a few moments ago.
"Look," Siwan manages to say, flustered and angry as inevitable heat circulates in his cheeks, "you can't just stick your tongue down people's throats like that, you freak!"
Kwanghee looks away, defensive and hurt, "Who said I do it to everyone?"
The edge of Siwan's mouth quirks in frustration as he mentally pictures Kwanghee's mouth on places he doesn't even want to imagine, and he mutters, "Ch. You better not," the words slipping from his bruised lips, and it surprises Kwanghee just as much as it surprises Siwan himself.
Uh oh. Siwan's eyes grow wide, avoiding Kwanghee's gaze.
Was that a love confession that he just made?
Probably, because when Siwan musters up the nerve to look at Kwanghee, he finds the man smiling at himself like a giddy teenage girl who had just received the biggest love confession from the most popular jock at school.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Siwan abruptly stands up and points at Kwanghee accusingly. "Look, y-you can't do that anymore, okay?"
"Siwan," Kwanghee looks at him, grinning like a cheshire cat.
"If you like mine better," Siwan immediately places his cup of noodles on a spot on the floor beside Kwanghee, "H-here, have it!"
"Disgusting freak. God. Can't you use your own things? My belts, my bags, my leather jackets, my underwear?! Just leave me alone for once, jesus!" Siwan mutters, runs out of words to say and exits the room dramatically, punctuated by the loud slam of the wooden door.
Kwanghee giddily smiles at himself, He likes me.
ii.
Low light, mercury morning / No need to stay as it’s always nothing / But your eyes tell a whole other story / And I feel the weight of the world
☆ clear the area - imogen heap
"Don't you miss them?" Kwanghee asks out of the blue as they watch past a cheesy soap opera on the television. Kwanghee and Siwan are on the sofa, huddled together like two eskimos freezing in the snow, wearing pajamas and feet raised on the sofa as they hug their knees with a childlike charm.
Perplexed and speculative, Siwan looks at him. "Miss who?"
"Them," Kwanghee insists softly, shaking his head as he holds his pillow tighter, "No, I mean- Them. Everything. Everyone."
"I..." Siwan observes him warily and finds a quiet melancholy in Kwanghee's eyes, "I don't understand."
Kwanghee's eyes look distant and detached from reality, the light of the television painting flashes of colors on his pupils and on his face. It doesn't take a long time for Kwanghee to shrug it off and smile, the usual warm aura he possesses gradually bringing him back.
"I don't know, it's nothing," Kwanghee smiles, eyes soft, "I'm just- I don't know. So exhausted all the time. Aren't we all?"
Kwanghee adds, "I feel like I did something wrong, or as if I'm missing out on something, like I'm forgetting something important. I can't put my finger on it."
"Hey," Siwan reaches out and encircles Kwanghee's wrist, stern and gentle, "If something's up, just tell me."
Kwanghee blinks at him.
"You can tell me," Siwan lowers his voice and adds, eyes attentive and full of hidden care that makes Kwanghee's chest tighten.
It isn't long before an overwhelming feeling of sparks and fireworks take over Kwanghee, making him take a dive at Siwan on impulse and snaking his arms around Siwan's waist like a child.
"Nothing's wrong, really!"
Siwan's eyes widen as Kwanghee rubs his face on Siwan's shirt.
"R-really?" Siwan frowns, annoyance in his face and he's still not convinced. "I don't believe you."
Kwanghee doesn't reply. He's not suffocating Siwan anymore, his arms comfortably holding Siwan in place. Maybe we could fall asleep like this, they both think simultaneously, and maybe we could stay like this for a while, even just for a little while.
Siwan places his palm on Kwanghee's back, feels the rise and fall of the man's breathing fall in sync with his, and maybe holding Kwanghee back isn't so bad after all.
(No, far from it.)
iii.
I really don't think it gets any better than this / Vanilla smile / And a gorgeous strawberry kiss!
☆ mint car - the cure
"Why do you always steal my underwear, you unhygienic idiot!"
"Hey, why does it bother you so much, anyway? See, if you look at it this way," Kwanghee slowly says as he makes a failed attempt to intellectually reason out, "It's not like we don't have sex anyway, yeah?"
Siwan grimaces, his eyes widening in horror.
"What? It's the same thing!"
"So if you're wearing my underwear, Kwanghee, very, very expensive branded underwear, I should add, it means that we're having sex?" Siwan says, "Do you realize that that doesn't make sense at all? You're crazy!"
"But you love me," Kwanghee smiles sweetly, rests his chin on Siwan's shoulder and wraps his arms around the man's middle.
Siwan makes a halfhearted attempt of pushing Kwanghee's forearms away from him and offhandedly comments, "Yeah, I'm starting to wonder why I do."
"Hey! That's not very nice." Kwanghee pouts, "Fine, I'll make it up to you!"
"And how do you plan to do that?"
"Ah! Let's go underwear shopping together!"
"We already do that, idiot."
"I know, but then-"
"And what difference does it make? Nothing."
"I'm poor, Siwan-ah! I'm poor! Wouldn't you want your boyfriend to be wearing very expensive branded underwear just like you? Hey beautiful, your boyfriend's in need of expensive underwear! Would you be kind enough to just-"
"N-no," Siwan shakes his head and smiles awkwardly, "No, just. Just don't borrow my underwear anymore. Okay?"
"Fine. Only if you give me a kiss," Kwanghee cheekily leans forward and points at his cheek.
"What are you? From elementary school?" Siwan grimaces and tries to push Kwanghee away, but winds up kissing him anyway, quick and fleeting at first, and after seconds minutes hours of endless kissing, wherever and whenever time allows them to, the conclusion is?
Kwanghee still borrows his underwear.
That is all.
Kwanghee/Siwan
A/N: three very random drabbles. i apologize for making these pointless lol. :'l
i.
You are a sickness / I lie down everyday / How many times has it been?
☆ sunset glow - big bang
Hot. Hot hot heat, and incredibly moist.
"What the hell?" Siwan roughly pushes Kwanghee away from him, his face scrunching in horror as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Yours tastes better," Kwanghee lands on his spot on the floor and pouts at himself, letting the steam of his own cup of noodles warm his face up.
Appalled at Kwanghee's barbaric ways, Siwan dumbfoundedly stares at Kwanghee, the latter ridiculously back to minding his own business as if he didn't just offhandedly rape Siwan's mouth a few moments ago.
"Look," Siwan manages to say, flustered and angry as inevitable heat circulates in his cheeks, "you can't just stick your tongue down people's throats like that, you freak!"
Kwanghee looks away, defensive and hurt, "Who said I do it to everyone?"
The edge of Siwan's mouth quirks in frustration as he mentally pictures Kwanghee's mouth on places he doesn't even want to imagine, and he mutters, "Ch. You better not," the words slipping from his bruised lips, and it surprises Kwanghee just as much as it surprises Siwan himself.
Uh oh. Siwan's eyes grow wide, avoiding Kwanghee's gaze.
Was that a love confession that he just made?
Probably, because when Siwan musters up the nerve to look at Kwanghee, he finds the man smiling at himself like a giddy teenage girl who had just received the biggest love confession from the most popular jock at school.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Siwan abruptly stands up and points at Kwanghee accusingly. "Look, y-you can't do that anymore, okay?"
"Siwan," Kwanghee looks at him, grinning like a cheshire cat.
"If you like mine better," Siwan immediately places his cup of noodles on a spot on the floor beside Kwanghee, "H-here, have it!"
"Disgusting freak. God. Can't you use your own things? My belts, my bags, my leather jackets, my underwear?! Just leave me alone for once, jesus!" Siwan mutters, runs out of words to say and exits the room dramatically, punctuated by the loud slam of the wooden door.
Kwanghee giddily smiles at himself, He likes me.
ii.
Low light, mercury morning / No need to stay as it’s always nothing / But your eyes tell a whole other story / And I feel the weight of the world
☆ clear the area - imogen heap
"Don't you miss them?" Kwanghee asks out of the blue as they watch past a cheesy soap opera on the television. Kwanghee and Siwan are on the sofa, huddled together like two eskimos freezing in the snow, wearing pajamas and feet raised on the sofa as they hug their knees with a childlike charm.
Perplexed and speculative, Siwan looks at him. "Miss who?"
"Them," Kwanghee insists softly, shaking his head as he holds his pillow tighter, "No, I mean- Them. Everything. Everyone."
"I..." Siwan observes him warily and finds a quiet melancholy in Kwanghee's eyes, "I don't understand."
Kwanghee's eyes look distant and detached from reality, the light of the television painting flashes of colors on his pupils and on his face. It doesn't take a long time for Kwanghee to shrug it off and smile, the usual warm aura he possesses gradually bringing him back.
"I don't know, it's nothing," Kwanghee smiles, eyes soft, "I'm just- I don't know. So exhausted all the time. Aren't we all?"
Kwanghee adds, "I feel like I did something wrong, or as if I'm missing out on something, like I'm forgetting something important. I can't put my finger on it."
"Hey," Siwan reaches out and encircles Kwanghee's wrist, stern and gentle, "If something's up, just tell me."
Kwanghee blinks at him.
"You can tell me," Siwan lowers his voice and adds, eyes attentive and full of hidden care that makes Kwanghee's chest tighten.
It isn't long before an overwhelming feeling of sparks and fireworks take over Kwanghee, making him take a dive at Siwan on impulse and snaking his arms around Siwan's waist like a child.
"Nothing's wrong, really!"
Siwan's eyes widen as Kwanghee rubs his face on Siwan's shirt.
"R-really?" Siwan frowns, annoyance in his face and he's still not convinced. "I don't believe you."
Kwanghee doesn't reply. He's not suffocating Siwan anymore, his arms comfortably holding Siwan in place. Maybe we could fall asleep like this, they both think simultaneously, and maybe we could stay like this for a while, even just for a little while.
Siwan places his palm on Kwanghee's back, feels the rise and fall of the man's breathing fall in sync with his, and maybe holding Kwanghee back isn't so bad after all.
(No, far from it.)
iii.
I really don't think it gets any better than this / Vanilla smile / And a gorgeous strawberry kiss!
☆ mint car - the cure
"Why do you always steal my underwear, you unhygienic idiot!"
"Hey, why does it bother you so much, anyway? See, if you look at it this way," Kwanghee slowly says as he makes a failed attempt to intellectually reason out, "It's not like we don't have sex anyway, yeah?"
Siwan grimaces, his eyes widening in horror.
"What? It's the same thing!"
"So if you're wearing my underwear, Kwanghee, very, very expensive branded underwear, I should add, it means that we're having sex?" Siwan says, "Do you realize that that doesn't make sense at all? You're crazy!"
"But you love me," Kwanghee smiles sweetly, rests his chin on Siwan's shoulder and wraps his arms around the man's middle.
Siwan makes a halfhearted attempt of pushing Kwanghee's forearms away from him and offhandedly comments, "Yeah, I'm starting to wonder why I do."
"Hey! That's not very nice." Kwanghee pouts, "Fine, I'll make it up to you!"
"And how do you plan to do that?"
"Ah! Let's go underwear shopping together!"
"We already do that, idiot."
"I know, but then-"
"And what difference does it make? Nothing."
"I'm poor, Siwan-ah! I'm poor! Wouldn't you want your boyfriend to be wearing very expensive branded underwear just like you? Hey beautiful, your boyfriend's in need of expensive underwear! Would you be kind enough to just-"
"N-no," Siwan shakes his head and smiles awkwardly, "No, just. Just don't borrow my underwear anymore. Okay?"
"Fine. Only if you give me a kiss," Kwanghee cheekily leans forward and points at his cheek.
"What are you? From elementary school?" Siwan grimaces and tries to push Kwanghee away, but winds up kissing him anyway, quick and fleeting at first, and after seconds minutes hours of endless kissing, wherever and whenever time allows them to, the conclusion is?
Kwanghee still borrows his underwear.
That is all.