Repaying a Debt (oneshot)
Title: Repaying a Debt
Fandom: B1A4
Pairing: Dongwoo/Chansik
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1387
Warnings: slight non-explicit sexual content, language
Summary: Dongwoo kisses Jinyoung and Chansik is mad.
Saying that Dongwoo wasn't prepared for what happened that night was putting it far too mildly. Saying that he wasn't a little bit pleased was an utter lie.
He knew that something was going to happen the moment the five of them stepped off the stage. Sunwoo and Junghwan were whispering among themselves, casting glances his way and covering their laughter with their hands. Jinyoung was furiously scrubbing his cheek with a wet napkin and Chansik was way too quiet.
As they entered the van, Junghwan ventured over and gave Chansik's cheek a playful poke, smiling as he said something into Chansik's ear which no one else could hear. Dongwoo pretended not to notice and climbed in ahead of them, but he caught out of the corner of his eye Chansik smiling at him.
That smile told him that something was coming, and he'd never, ever forget it.
Dongwoo feigned sleep the entire way home and tried not to shudder when he heard Chansik whisper to Junghwan, loud enough for all to hear, that Junghwan always had the best ideas.
By the time Dongwoo dove into his bunk that night, he'd almost forgotten the incident. Junghwan and Sunwoo were tracking the fan reactions online, as they had been all evening even as they ate their dinner, and he could hear the occasional burst of laughter and shouted, "This is so great!"
Chansik had regained his usual cheerful demeanor when they'd reach the dorm, though Dongwoo still felt that the kid had been oddly quiet. He wasn't laughing as much as the others, and now and then he'd sink into complete silence, eyes narrowed as if staring off at something very small in the distance. He hadn't even bothered to say goodnight when Dongwoo had announced he was tired and heading to bed early.
As he sank into his pillow, he sighed. He really was tired after being on that stage for hours, dancing and singing and, yes, kissing Jinyoung. He could still taste Jinyoung's foundation on his lips and he regretted not washing up before bed. His limbs were far too heavy to move now, though. Even his eyelids felt unbearably heavy, so he let them close with another satisfied sigh.
He wasn't yet asleep when he heard the latch on the bedroom door click closed and the overhead light flickered on. Even facing the wall and with his eyes closed he could feel the blinding white light assaulting his tired pupils. Groaning, he rolled over onto his back and glared in the door's general direction.
Chansik was leaning against the closed door with arms folded and mouth turned decidedly downward. "Sleep well?" he asked, voice dripping with sweetness despite the cold look in his eyes.
"As if," Dongwoo grunted, rubbing his eyes. "Get the hell out or turn off the light."
"Are those my only options?" Chansik sneered.
"Look," Dongwoo said as he squinted in the light at his friend. "I don't know why the hell you're so pissed at me, but I'm sorry and I'll buy you some ice cream later, okay? Now let me sleep." With that, he let himself fall back onto the bed and closed his eyes. He grinned to himself when the lights finally clicked back off and he was plunged into welcome darkness.
Then the edge of the mattress sank under a new weight, and Dongwoo knew it wasn't over. "I'm really angry, hyung," Chansik mumbled. Dongwoo could just make out his friend's face, those huge eyes peering down at him.
"Mind telling me why?" he hissed and tried to roll away, but Chansik put a hand on either side of him, blocking all movement.
"Because you owe me," he growled.
Dongwoo blinked. First of all, Chansik growling was an entirely new experience for him, as was having Chansik bearing down on him like this. Aggressive wasn't exactly his style. There was no need for it when he could get anything he wanted with a cute little toss of his head. Dongwoo swallowed and asked, very slowly, "What do I owe you?"
"A kiss, obviously," Chansik whispered, and a smile crept onto his face little by little, reaching his eyes. "I never got one on my birthday."
Water dripped from Chansik's wet hair onto Dongwoo's face. He smelled clean, like soap and the flowery shampoo Junghwan kept stocked in the shower because it made his hair shiny. His mouth set in a firm, nervous line, Dongwoo grabbed Chansik on either side of his face, turned his head just slightly to the left, and planted a brisk peck on his cheek.
"There," he said as he removed his hands and folded his arms across his chest in hopes of creating some form of barrier between him and the still-smiling boy hovering above. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep." He closed his eyes in hopes that Chansik would wander away, but no such luck.
"Yeah, right," Chansik murmured, the smile apparent in his voice. Dongwoo opened his mouth to argue and then his eyes, which revealed the first action to be a horrible, horrible mistake as he watched Chansik's face lunge toward him.
Chansik's mouth was warm and wet against Dongwoo's, and moving with no signs of stopping anytime soon. Dongwoo planted his hands on Chansik's shoulders to shove him away, but his arms went suddenly weak when Chansik bit and sucked at Dongwoo's bottom lip hungrily. Dongwoo could barely bite back his moan as Chansik's tongue dove into his mouth.
The bed creaked as Chansik climbed all the way on, moving to straddle Dongwoo's hips. Dongwoo clung pathetically to Chansik's shoulders and tried really, really hard not to notice how warm Chansik's body was. The boy's tongue was quick and curious. He teased Dongwoo's tongue with his own until Dongwoo finally gave in and kissed back. He told himself that if he gave Chansik what he wanted, maybe he'd stop, but in truth Chansik's eagerness was infectious. Dongwoo found himself moving his hands to Chansik's face, holding the boy close. It didn't help that Chansik's hands moved from pinning him in place, since it was now unnecessary, to sliding up Dongwoo's sweater. Why he hadn't changed before bed was now beyond Dongwoo's comprehension, but he supposed that the extra layers could only be working in his favor.
Or not, as his already tight jeans were starting to feel even tighter. While Chansik played with the hem of Dongwoo's t-shirt, he adjusted just enough to shove a knee between Dongwoo's thighs. Dongwoo tried to move away, but to his horror ended up grinding against Chansik's leg instead. He swore he saw stars and was thankful that Chansik was so firmly latched onto his mouth as a choked moan died in his throat. There was no way that Chansik was doing this accidentally. This kid was evil, pure, delicious evil.
And then, suddenly enough to leave Dongwoo very dazed, it stopped. Chansik pressed soft pecks to Dongwoo's red, swollen lips, and then his jaw. "I feel better now, hyung," he chuckled against Dongwoo's neck, leaving kisses there as well.
"Y-You do?" Dongwoo stuttered. His voice was hoarse and embarrassingly needy.
"Yeah," he sighed happily, curling up beside Dongwoo in the bunk. "My present was way better than some stupid kiss." Moving at a deliberately slow pace, he crawled off of Dongwoo and gave him one last lingering kiss. Dongwoo leaned into the kiss this time and found himself endlessly frustrated when it ended.
Chansik grinned and adjusted his messy hair. "But if you ever let Jinyoung do that to you, I may have to get serious, okay?" With a happy wave, Chansik crept to the door. "Sleep well, hyung."
Dongwoo nodded and stared straight ahead at the bottom of the bunk above. In a few hours, Chansik would climb up into that bunk and sleep as soundly as a baby. He could just picture Chansik's smug grin as he went back into the living room. He'd probably laugh at the fan accounts along with Junghwan and Sunwoo. Neither of them would notice the change. Jinyoung might, but he'd be too tired or busy or both to care.
Dongwoo closed his eyes and wondered, with a thrill of secret excitement, what Chansik would want for his birthday next year.
Fandom: B1A4
Pairing: Dongwoo/Chansik
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1387
Warnings: slight non-explicit sexual content, language
Summary: Dongwoo kisses Jinyoung and Chansik is mad.
Saying that Dongwoo wasn't prepared for what happened that night was putting it far too mildly. Saying that he wasn't a little bit pleased was an utter lie.
He knew that something was going to happen the moment the five of them stepped off the stage. Sunwoo and Junghwan were whispering among themselves, casting glances his way and covering their laughter with their hands. Jinyoung was furiously scrubbing his cheek with a wet napkin and Chansik was way too quiet.
As they entered the van, Junghwan ventured over and gave Chansik's cheek a playful poke, smiling as he said something into Chansik's ear which no one else could hear. Dongwoo pretended not to notice and climbed in ahead of them, but he caught out of the corner of his eye Chansik smiling at him.
That smile told him that something was coming, and he'd never, ever forget it.
Dongwoo feigned sleep the entire way home and tried not to shudder when he heard Chansik whisper to Junghwan, loud enough for all to hear, that Junghwan always had the best ideas.
By the time Dongwoo dove into his bunk that night, he'd almost forgotten the incident. Junghwan and Sunwoo were tracking the fan reactions online, as they had been all evening even as they ate their dinner, and he could hear the occasional burst of laughter and shouted, "This is so great!"
Chansik had regained his usual cheerful demeanor when they'd reach the dorm, though Dongwoo still felt that the kid had been oddly quiet. He wasn't laughing as much as the others, and now and then he'd sink into complete silence, eyes narrowed as if staring off at something very small in the distance. He hadn't even bothered to say goodnight when Dongwoo had announced he was tired and heading to bed early.
As he sank into his pillow, he sighed. He really was tired after being on that stage for hours, dancing and singing and, yes, kissing Jinyoung. He could still taste Jinyoung's foundation on his lips and he regretted not washing up before bed. His limbs were far too heavy to move now, though. Even his eyelids felt unbearably heavy, so he let them close with another satisfied sigh.
He wasn't yet asleep when he heard the latch on the bedroom door click closed and the overhead light flickered on. Even facing the wall and with his eyes closed he could feel the blinding white light assaulting his tired pupils. Groaning, he rolled over onto his back and glared in the door's general direction.
Chansik was leaning against the closed door with arms folded and mouth turned decidedly downward. "Sleep well?" he asked, voice dripping with sweetness despite the cold look in his eyes.
"As if," Dongwoo grunted, rubbing his eyes. "Get the hell out or turn off the light."
"Are those my only options?" Chansik sneered.
"Look," Dongwoo said as he squinted in the light at his friend. "I don't know why the hell you're so pissed at me, but I'm sorry and I'll buy you some ice cream later, okay? Now let me sleep." With that, he let himself fall back onto the bed and closed his eyes. He grinned to himself when the lights finally clicked back off and he was plunged into welcome darkness.
Then the edge of the mattress sank under a new weight, and Dongwoo knew it wasn't over. "I'm really angry, hyung," Chansik mumbled. Dongwoo could just make out his friend's face, those huge eyes peering down at him.
"Mind telling me why?" he hissed and tried to roll away, but Chansik put a hand on either side of him, blocking all movement.
"Because you owe me," he growled.
Dongwoo blinked. First of all, Chansik growling was an entirely new experience for him, as was having Chansik bearing down on him like this. Aggressive wasn't exactly his style. There was no need for it when he could get anything he wanted with a cute little toss of his head. Dongwoo swallowed and asked, very slowly, "What do I owe you?"
"A kiss, obviously," Chansik whispered, and a smile crept onto his face little by little, reaching his eyes. "I never got one on my birthday."
Water dripped from Chansik's wet hair onto Dongwoo's face. He smelled clean, like soap and the flowery shampoo Junghwan kept stocked in the shower because it made his hair shiny. His mouth set in a firm, nervous line, Dongwoo grabbed Chansik on either side of his face, turned his head just slightly to the left, and planted a brisk peck on his cheek.
"There," he said as he removed his hands and folded his arms across his chest in hopes of creating some form of barrier between him and the still-smiling boy hovering above. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep." He closed his eyes in hopes that Chansik would wander away, but no such luck.
"Yeah, right," Chansik murmured, the smile apparent in his voice. Dongwoo opened his mouth to argue and then his eyes, which revealed the first action to be a horrible, horrible mistake as he watched Chansik's face lunge toward him.
Chansik's mouth was warm and wet against Dongwoo's, and moving with no signs of stopping anytime soon. Dongwoo planted his hands on Chansik's shoulders to shove him away, but his arms went suddenly weak when Chansik bit and sucked at Dongwoo's bottom lip hungrily. Dongwoo could barely bite back his moan as Chansik's tongue dove into his mouth.
The bed creaked as Chansik climbed all the way on, moving to straddle Dongwoo's hips. Dongwoo clung pathetically to Chansik's shoulders and tried really, really hard not to notice how warm Chansik's body was. The boy's tongue was quick and curious. He teased Dongwoo's tongue with his own until Dongwoo finally gave in and kissed back. He told himself that if he gave Chansik what he wanted, maybe he'd stop, but in truth Chansik's eagerness was infectious. Dongwoo found himself moving his hands to Chansik's face, holding the boy close. It didn't help that Chansik's hands moved from pinning him in place, since it was now unnecessary, to sliding up Dongwoo's sweater. Why he hadn't changed before bed was now beyond Dongwoo's comprehension, but he supposed that the extra layers could only be working in his favor.
Or not, as his already tight jeans were starting to feel even tighter. While Chansik played with the hem of Dongwoo's t-shirt, he adjusted just enough to shove a knee between Dongwoo's thighs. Dongwoo tried to move away, but to his horror ended up grinding against Chansik's leg instead. He swore he saw stars and was thankful that Chansik was so firmly latched onto his mouth as a choked moan died in his throat. There was no way that Chansik was doing this accidentally. This kid was evil, pure, delicious evil.
And then, suddenly enough to leave Dongwoo very dazed, it stopped. Chansik pressed soft pecks to Dongwoo's red, swollen lips, and then his jaw. "I feel better now, hyung," he chuckled against Dongwoo's neck, leaving kisses there as well.
"Y-You do?" Dongwoo stuttered. His voice was hoarse and embarrassingly needy.
"Yeah," he sighed happily, curling up beside Dongwoo in the bunk. "My present was way better than some stupid kiss." Moving at a deliberately slow pace, he crawled off of Dongwoo and gave him one last lingering kiss. Dongwoo leaned into the kiss this time and found himself endlessly frustrated when it ended.
Chansik grinned and adjusted his messy hair. "But if you ever let Jinyoung do that to you, I may have to get serious, okay?" With a happy wave, Chansik crept to the door. "Sleep well, hyung."
Dongwoo nodded and stared straight ahead at the bottom of the bunk above. In a few hours, Chansik would climb up into that bunk and sleep as soundly as a baby. He could just picture Chansik's smug grin as he went back into the living room. He'd probably laugh at the fan accounts along with Junghwan and Sunwoo. Neither of them would notice the change. Jinyoung might, but he'd be too tired or busy or both to care.
Dongwoo closed his eyes and wondered, with a thrill of secret excitement, what Chansik would want for his birthday next year.