fic; toobin (TOP/Yoobin)
title untitled
rating pg-13ish
pairing toobin (WonderBang, TOP/Yoobin)
summary Blame kelseypaige and the movie Juno. Drabble-thing with no real climax. Bite me.
Yoobin counts them on her fingers. One, after the after party, when she could blame it on the alcohol. Two, before the dress rehearsal for their Special Stage, when the coordis were organizing the costumes and the door was locked. Three, on his couch, escaping the heat of the afternoon in an air conditioned apartment, the sun glowing behind him, popcorn tossed aside, forgotten, crushed beneath their weights.
Three fingers. She sighs, adjusts her sunglasses, and looks again.
Definitely a plus sign. Definitely pregnant.
Yoobin pulls the hood up around her face and tightens the drawstrings a little.
;
Hey, Seung Hyun-ssi, she calls, skipping up to him after the show is over. Backstage, without the heat of the stagelights and the screaming fans and the other girls, Yoobin feels uneasy. This surprises her.
He drapes an arm over her shoulder and the feeling leaves when she is pulled in close. Hey, he says. He looks different backstage, too. Gone are the sharp angles TOP is made of; backstage, Seung Hyun is all gentle slopes and smooth curves. How are you? he asks.
Good. Yoobin smiles, stops walking, and Seung Hyun stops with her. I'm pregnant.
A lull in conversation. Yoobin wonders if she should play it off as a joke and begins to grin when the boy starts.
Are you--? When--? How--? He closes his mouth. Too much at once, Yoobin is thinking. This is what happen when your mouth can't keep up with your brain. This is what rappers avoid.
Are you going to keep it? he asks. Not, is it mine? For this, at least, Yoobin is grateful.
Not sure. Should I?
If you--. Well--. I think--.
What?
He gulps.
x
[AN] Hopefully something longer next time.
xox,
Quixy
rating pg-13ish
pairing toobin (WonderBang, TOP/Yoobin)
summary Blame kelseypaige and the movie Juno. Drabble-thing with no real climax. Bite me.
Yoobin counts them on her fingers. One, after the after party, when she could blame it on the alcohol. Two, before the dress rehearsal for their Special Stage, when the coordis were organizing the costumes and the door was locked. Three, on his couch, escaping the heat of the afternoon in an air conditioned apartment, the sun glowing behind him, popcorn tossed aside, forgotten, crushed beneath their weights.
Three fingers. She sighs, adjusts her sunglasses, and looks again.
Definitely a plus sign. Definitely pregnant.
Yoobin pulls the hood up around her face and tightens the drawstrings a little.
;
Hey, Seung Hyun-ssi, she calls, skipping up to him after the show is over. Backstage, without the heat of the stagelights and the screaming fans and the other girls, Yoobin feels uneasy. This surprises her.
He drapes an arm over her shoulder and the feeling leaves when she is pulled in close. Hey, he says. He looks different backstage, too. Gone are the sharp angles TOP is made of; backstage, Seung Hyun is all gentle slopes and smooth curves. How are you? he asks.
Good. Yoobin smiles, stops walking, and Seung Hyun stops with her. I'm pregnant.
A lull in conversation. Yoobin wonders if she should play it off as a joke and begins to grin when the boy starts.
Are you--? When--? How--? He closes his mouth. Too much at once, Yoobin is thinking. This is what happen when your mouth can't keep up with your brain. This is what rappers avoid.
Are you going to keep it? he asks. Not, is it mine? For this, at least, Yoobin is grateful.
Not sure. Should I?
If you--. Well--. I think--.
What?
He gulps.
x
[AN] Hopefully something longer next time.
xox,
Quixy