[fic] block b; brand new day
brand new day; b-bomb/u-kwon
953 words. rated g.
♦ yukwon finds that distance is relative; he crosses the space between.
♦ for mammothcock if she'll accept it :| ♥ merry early christmas. we have too many inside jokes.
On some days, rare and far between, when Jonghwan-hyung is called to a meeting with the president and CEO, Yukwon likes to swing his legs over the edge of his bunk and make the short trek to the other bedroom.
He wakes to the sound of the shower pulsing through the thin walls-they really need to fix the damn washing machine someday so there will be clean towels once they’re done showering. He blinks away the calls of sleep (which beckon him back to the deeper recesses of his mind) and rolls onto one side where the sunbeams find him. Yukwon likes these first few moments, when the somewhat-broken heater whirs in the main room and everyone is sound asleep, and he pushes the blanket from off his legs. Every hair on him bristles, and his body briefly tenses from the minute temperature change.
He bends his knees over the edge, hears Kyung murmur intelligible sleep-speak beneath his mattress, and lowers his legs to the bed below. His movements keep slow because any missteps could wake someone else up, and this is his time of day (before they wake and are Block B, the not-so-famous-so-far idol group). He has never perfected his sneaking as his feet are prone to pinching Jiho’s sides or knocking into Jiho’s stomach. Today is no different.
“Mmfrghh,” Jiho grunts and swats at Yukwon’s pajama pants; he does not fully wake only enough to say, “fuck off,” and roll closer to Kyung’s bed.
The cold floor, with its boards laced with December cool and remnants of Jihoon’s spilled Tropicana juice, sends shivers through every nerve in his body. This stimulates him more than adrenaline from concert halls and dancing, but he continues to tiptoe into the other room. He avoids the loose ground near the doorway, steps over someone’s t-shirt, and enters the room mostly unnoticed.
Jaehyo watches-what Yukwon presumes to be-a baseball game on his laptop. His headphones are on, blankets pulled to his chin, and Piglet rests beneath his tilted face. Yukwon cannot see much from the floor, and Jaehyo’s illuminated face shows no signs of tears at the moment. It’s possible the Lotte Giants are winning in a recap game from last season, or maybe APink’s performing their new song on Music Core. Yukwon smiles anyway, even if Jaehyo isn’t looking, and steps closer to the single bed to the side of the bunk.
Jonghwan-hyung’s bed is empty, the covers are pulled back, and there is only a finger’s width space away from Minhyuk. Yukwon sometimes wishes to crawl on the empty bed and fill it with all of himself until the pillowcase smells like his shampoo and the sheets are wholly rumped. He wants to pull the covers over his head when the sun peers through their dorm windows and drown out the din.
More than the rest, thought it all sounds perfect in his head, he wants to eliminate the distance between the beds so there is no longer a finger width space existing as a barrier. There will be only himself and Minhyuk (hair wild from sleep, clothes wrinkled from turning, and deep breaths fanning across Yukwon’s cheek).
Yukwon kneels on the mattress, and his palms press flat against the springs. It creaks beneath his weight, but it’s still enough to have Minhyuk peering at him over the hemline of his comforter. Yukwon, surprised because Minhyuk is harder to wake than this, slips onto the bed with a little less finesse than he hoped for.
Minhyuk combs through his bangs with his fingers, eyes half-lidded, and there is this lazy, soft smile on his face that Yukwon hasn’t seen in days. “Hey,” Minhyuk says, and his voice is addled with sleep (low, hoarse, and just the way Yukwon likes it).
“Hi,” Yukwon says as he slides closer to Minhyuk’s side and sneaks his way under the pink comforter on the bed.
Minhyuk burrows his face into the mattress, and Yukwon has never told anyone but he likes Lee Minhyuk in the morning (nightclothes, no make-up, and sleeping with his mouth open) more than Block B’s dancer B-Bomb.
“You sleep with your mouth open,” comes out of Yukwon’s mouth when Minhyuk’s eyes begin to close.
Minhyuk laughs, light and loud in the morning still, and Yukwon curls his fingers against his cheeks in reflex to the sound. He looks at Minhyuk between his fingers, makes out the creases from genuine smiles in his cheeks and near his eyes, and traces the curve of his open mouth in his mind. Jaehyo shifts in the bunk above, but (aside from this) there is only silence.
Minhyuk’s eyes flick toward Jaehyo’s bunk upon hearing the rustles of sheets, and then he tugs on Yukwon’s bent elbow. His thumb catches in the bend, a driving pulse against Yukwon’s skin, and the other fingers remain warm on the skin of his arm. Minhyuk shakes his comforter out, kicks at the folded ends near his feet, and stretches the fabric over the finger-width space to cover Yukwon’s body as well.
Yukwon takes the proffered covering and shifts closer. First, only a fingertip crosses the space between, his entire hand follows after, until the finger-width space is filled with his body folding closer to Minhyuk’s chest. Minhyuk’s hand meets his hand half-way.
(This is how Jiho finds them hours later, when the sun has already settled atop Seoul and the snow from the night before has melted around their windows, and this is how Jiho leaves them.)
953 words. rated g.
♦ yukwon finds that distance is relative; he crosses the space between.
♦ for mammothcock if she'll accept it :| ♥ merry early christmas. we have too many inside jokes.
On some days, rare and far between, when Jonghwan-hyung is called to a meeting with the president and CEO, Yukwon likes to swing his legs over the edge of his bunk and make the short trek to the other bedroom.
He wakes to the sound of the shower pulsing through the thin walls-they really need to fix the damn washing machine someday so there will be clean towels once they’re done showering. He blinks away the calls of sleep (which beckon him back to the deeper recesses of his mind) and rolls onto one side where the sunbeams find him. Yukwon likes these first few moments, when the somewhat-broken heater whirs in the main room and everyone is sound asleep, and he pushes the blanket from off his legs. Every hair on him bristles, and his body briefly tenses from the minute temperature change.
He bends his knees over the edge, hears Kyung murmur intelligible sleep-speak beneath his mattress, and lowers his legs to the bed below. His movements keep slow because any missteps could wake someone else up, and this is his time of day (before they wake and are Block B, the not-so-famous-so-far idol group). He has never perfected his sneaking as his feet are prone to pinching Jiho’s sides or knocking into Jiho’s stomach. Today is no different.
“Mmfrghh,” Jiho grunts and swats at Yukwon’s pajama pants; he does not fully wake only enough to say, “fuck off,” and roll closer to Kyung’s bed.
The cold floor, with its boards laced with December cool and remnants of Jihoon’s spilled Tropicana juice, sends shivers through every nerve in his body. This stimulates him more than adrenaline from concert halls and dancing, but he continues to tiptoe into the other room. He avoids the loose ground near the doorway, steps over someone’s t-shirt, and enters the room mostly unnoticed.
Jaehyo watches-what Yukwon presumes to be-a baseball game on his laptop. His headphones are on, blankets pulled to his chin, and Piglet rests beneath his tilted face. Yukwon cannot see much from the floor, and Jaehyo’s illuminated face shows no signs of tears at the moment. It’s possible the Lotte Giants are winning in a recap game from last season, or maybe APink’s performing their new song on Music Core. Yukwon smiles anyway, even if Jaehyo isn’t looking, and steps closer to the single bed to the side of the bunk.
Jonghwan-hyung’s bed is empty, the covers are pulled back, and there is only a finger’s width space away from Minhyuk. Yukwon sometimes wishes to crawl on the empty bed and fill it with all of himself until the pillowcase smells like his shampoo and the sheets are wholly rumped. He wants to pull the covers over his head when the sun peers through their dorm windows and drown out the din.
More than the rest, thought it all sounds perfect in his head, he wants to eliminate the distance between the beds so there is no longer a finger width space existing as a barrier. There will be only himself and Minhyuk (hair wild from sleep, clothes wrinkled from turning, and deep breaths fanning across Yukwon’s cheek).
Yukwon kneels on the mattress, and his palms press flat against the springs. It creaks beneath his weight, but it’s still enough to have Minhyuk peering at him over the hemline of his comforter. Yukwon, surprised because Minhyuk is harder to wake than this, slips onto the bed with a little less finesse than he hoped for.
Minhyuk combs through his bangs with his fingers, eyes half-lidded, and there is this lazy, soft smile on his face that Yukwon hasn’t seen in days. “Hey,” Minhyuk says, and his voice is addled with sleep (low, hoarse, and just the way Yukwon likes it).
“Hi,” Yukwon says as he slides closer to Minhyuk’s side and sneaks his way under the pink comforter on the bed.
Minhyuk burrows his face into the mattress, and Yukwon has never told anyone but he likes Lee Minhyuk in the morning (nightclothes, no make-up, and sleeping with his mouth open) more than Block B’s dancer B-Bomb.
“You sleep with your mouth open,” comes out of Yukwon’s mouth when Minhyuk’s eyes begin to close.
Minhyuk laughs, light and loud in the morning still, and Yukwon curls his fingers against his cheeks in reflex to the sound. He looks at Minhyuk between his fingers, makes out the creases from genuine smiles in his cheeks and near his eyes, and traces the curve of his open mouth in his mind. Jaehyo shifts in the bunk above, but (aside from this) there is only silence.
Minhyuk’s eyes flick toward Jaehyo’s bunk upon hearing the rustles of sheets, and then he tugs on Yukwon’s bent elbow. His thumb catches in the bend, a driving pulse against Yukwon’s skin, and the other fingers remain warm on the skin of his arm. Minhyuk shakes his comforter out, kicks at the folded ends near his feet, and stretches the fabric over the finger-width space to cover Yukwon’s body as well.
Yukwon takes the proffered covering and shifts closer. First, only a fingertip crosses the space between, his entire hand follows after, until the finger-width space is filled with his body folding closer to Minhyuk’s chest. Minhyuk’s hand meets his hand half-way.
(This is how Jiho finds them hours later, when the sun has already settled atop Seoul and the snow from the night before has melted around their windows, and this is how Jiho leaves them.)