Smile
Title: Smile
Rating: R
Pairing: Seungho x Joon
Summary: Seungho knows how to push Joon's buttons.
Author's Note: This is super old and in my opinion super bad. MBLAQ is one of my top K-Pop fandoms and yet for some reason I find it impossible to write fics with them. I see everything as bromance with them but I wanted to try and failed. Yeah after this it'll be all lighthearted bromance if I ever write with them again.
There goes that smile again. That smile he shares with the entire world when, it‘s too good for just anyone. Those two front teeth that press down on the plush bottom lip, the crinkle of eyes as he faces the camera… he can’t stand that just anyone gets to see it. That he has to share that lovely face and even lovelier body. They’re asking him to take his shirt off again and it makes his blood boil. His entire body hot as he hunches over the dim light of the computer screen. The only light in the room as he pretended long ago to turn in so as not to rise the suspicions of his band members. What does he have to explain to them anyway? He’s the leader, they should be happy he even bothered to make an excuse.
As far as it goes he is the supreme voice in the dorm and what he says goes and if he wants to jack off in front of the computer he damn well can. For good measure maybe he’ll even smear his release along the keys so that when Mir comes in later to ogle female idols just to prove he wasn’t sucking off GO last night he can possibly get a show.
They’re all the same with their sick little infatuations. Having lived together far too long. Knowing each other far too well but not enough at the same instant. No one knows how he watches him parade around the screen taking pleasure in the forced display. Knowing how much he hates that people only see muscles and his pretty face. Calling him an idiot, a fool… anything just to rile him up because he may smile for the world but for him he can make him look a different way. His anger, his pain, his hurt and the frustration yet another schedule of prancing around like bait on a hook will all be taken out on him when he gets home.
The front door opens and he hears a nasal voice call out hyung lazily from the couch. His body is ready and waiting as he puts the lap top screen down so quickly he fears it might have cracked. Even in a moment like this he can think of his precious gadgets but the thought doesn’t stay for long. Raising his head he passes his tongue over lips that just beg to be kissed. Looking at the tired eyes that lock on his own. The body slack with fatigue and the make-up he’ll likely wear to bed. He’s even still in the same attire from the show, the borrowed sweats and t-shirt.
From his seat at the computer chair he can smell the sweat that clings to that hidden hard body. Standing slowly, he doesn’t bother to hide the tent in his pajama bottoms, he approaches the other male. As he tries to touch the other he’s refused but again he’s fueled with their status. Maybe the age difference between them isn’t huge but he is still the leader after all and it seems all the current fame has driven that thought out of his junior’s mind.
“Wash up.” The words are not harsh but there is authority there. He’s making it clear he’s not suggesting it but demanding it yet the other acts as if he said nothing at all. Moving past him towards the very computer he’d just been using. He pulls the chair out from under him leaving him to tumble to the floor.
“Yah! What’s wrong with you?” Joon shouts as he gets to his feet right away. Already he can see the confusion of emotions on his face. Not knowing if he should be hurt or angry; Joon is just so sensitive and it’s incredibly arousing to Seungho. He smiled so much earlier now maybe he’d cry for him. It wasn’t hard to do but in the end anger won out over the usual broodiness he’d fall into. A glare set to his features to make those intense eyes burn stronger.
“I don’t need to repeat myself, Changsun.” He says it just to cut deeper into him. To make the anger flare more and he can see it in the way Joon exhales that he’s getting to him. Joon isn’t in the mood for this but Seungho knows where it’ll lead. He’s been playing with him like this for some time now. Ever since Joon started making appearances on his own. It wasn’t that he was jealous, even though a little part of him believed that as leader he should get more exposure, but that he could see the stress it was all putting out on Joon. Leader knew how to help a member with weight issues, knew how to calm a hyperactive country boy, assure someone that even without facial hair they were still amazing and he knew for certain how to relieve a grown man’s stress.
Joon gave no reply. He didn’t want to fall into this again but he wasn’t even sure what it was. Where they really going to argue because he didn’t want to bathe? Ever the simple minded boy he never caught on to why every time he came back home Seungho was at war with him. No one else seemed bothered by his lack of good hygiene. Seungho wasn’t even the one who shared a room with him. Over Mir’s gas he doubted any body odor could make a dent since the maknae had never once complained. He only came into the room to check his messages on the lap top, that was all.
Rolling his eyes at Seungho he tried once more to do just that but the leader was relentless. A hand took hold of him by the back of his t-shirt dragging him away from the computer. Pulling his body for an instant against Seungho’s and only now did Joon feel what he had been oblivious to the entire time. Right against his back side was what he was pretty certain was not a ruler or any other object stated in those lame jokes. Maybe Seungho didn’t notice but whether he did or didn’t it had certainly woken Joon up a little from the dazed state he’d initially walked into the room in.
“Wash. Now.” This time he complied. Something about leader’s erection touching his back side made him obedient. So out past the pair watching a movie on the couch he went. Into the bathroom without a care that someone was already there taking a leak and right into the shower. Turning it on and standing under the heat of the water before he started to wonder what in the world Seungho had been doing before he came into the room.
As he’s standing there letting the shampoo from his hair run down his body the water becomes impossibly cold. Leaving Joon to yelp and jump away from under it throwing open the shower curtain. Seungho stands there looking at him with a smug grin on his face. Before Joon can even shout at him the older male is already leaving. Shutting the door behind himself. Joon curses at whatever draw of fate left him to end up in MBLAQ under the rule of evil Yang Seungho.
Once he’s done washing he feels just a little bit better. The aching muscles soothed by the heat of the water and the cold splash refreshing him a bit. With only a towel around his waist he waltzes into his room. Going through the piles of clothing that don’t smell of days’ old ass. Looking over to see Mir already sleeping with one leg hanging off the bed as he’s pulling up his pajama bottoms. He doesn’t bother with a shirt; scratching at his belly he lifts Mir’s foot and tosses it back over the bed. Joon just wants to get some sleep now but any time a pleasant thought can fully formulate there leader shows up again.
“Come eat.” Joon opens his mouth to say he’s not hungry but Seungho is already gone from the door way. He grits his teeth and stands to follow where he assumed the elder has gotten to. Coming into the small kitchen area to see plates of food on the table. It all looks pretty good so he sits down ignoring the way Seungho is boring holes into the back of his head.
Leaning forward he first plucks a few noodles from a bowl only to cough and spit them back out. The noodles are more like wet, rubbery salt. Each item tastes even worse than the last and by the end any appetite he had is gone but when he tries to stand Seungho’s hands come down onto his shoulder shoving him back down. There’s one plate he hasn’t touched yet. It looked rather strange to him not because of the preparation but because it didn’t match with everything else. Bread with what was either cream cheese that had been made too watery or some other condiment he couldn’t really identify.
“Eat it.” Seungho even lifts it up from the plate for him bringing it to his lips. Joon wants to say no but he’s already learned that no is not a word Seungho understands. He opens his mouth and takes a bite as Seungho brings it closer in. The taste of the bread is just as bread should be but whatever was spread on it certainly doesn’t taste like cream cheese. It’s also a bit sticker than it should be. There’s a slight bitterness to it, a bit of a tang but he can’t really make out what it is. He smacks his lips together, tongue gliding along the roof of his own mouth. Seungho presses it to his lips again and Joon opens his mouth, still trying to figure it out.
He’d swallowed three bites before Seungho stops trying to give him anymore. The leader steps back from the table leaving Joon level with his groin. Something that was very obvious in the bedroom is now missing. Joons looks between leader and the bread when it clicks and he stands up shoving Seungho against the sink counter.
“You’re disgusting! What the hell is wrong with you?” Joon didn’t really want an answer as he stomps away from Seungho but the leader only grins behind him. It’s slowly getting there. As Joon looks over his shoulder back at him Seungho moves to follow him. Not surprised that Joon goes into his bedroom and pretending to be so when a hand grabs him by the arm and shoves him towards his own bed. Letting Joon press him down to the mattress with his own weight, both forgetting the open door behind them.
“Apologize for being an overall asshole.”
“I can’t, it’s my personality.” Seungho chuckles as Joon applies more pressure to the arm he has against his back. Turning his head to the side to keep it from pressing into the sheets.
“I mean it, apologize.” There’s that little whimper that comes in Joon’s voice whenever he feels offended. People have seen it on camera somewhat. Heard all about how Joon can hold grudges but no one will ever know the details of how the members finally earn his forgiveness. How he punishes them for treating him badly and how he thinks none of them work on purpose to get that treatment. Seungho has made that his exclusive, telling the others as leader he has first right to Joon and they don’t really care.
The pressure comes off his back as Joon moves to close the door. Locking it and coming back to the bed as quickly as he can. Seungho finds it adorable how he assumes he’ll try to get away. Joon is just too cute for words sometimes.
“Apologize.” Breath hot against his ear as Joon’s hand comes to his upper back pressing down on it. The hand is wide and strong against his body, Seungho knows what those hands can do so can’t stop the electric thrill that runs through him. Just like Joon had given him the silent treatment earlier he does the same. That smile coming back to mind, imagining the way Joon’s teeth must be pressing on his bottom lip now. Not in that same show of false excitement he showed for the film crew earlier but a real emotion now.
“I’m not playing around. Apologize or I’ll do something you’ll regret.” Would he? Seungho was certain the only thing Joon was capable of making him regret was that he’d eventually have to get off him. Joon’s patience is wearing thin. There’s not much he can do to Seungho to coax out the apology. If Seungho doesn’t want to do something he won’t do it, it’s as simple as that. He looks around the room for anything that might be of help seeing a discarded jump rope nearby. Not for one second does it cross Joon’s mind that it’s just too conveniently placed right within his reach. Keeping Seungho down doesn’t take much effort anymore either but Seungho had never really fought against him at all.
He reaches for the jump rope having to stretch out his arms a little. Just a bit more and he can reach. He uses his leg to keep Seungho down on the bed. Coming back with the jump rope he uses it to tie Seungho’s wrists together and puts it around the post of the bunk bed. Leaving Seungho’s arms above his head but enough length between the post and the bound wrists so that he can turn Seungho over. When he does Joon glares at the cocky expression leader wears.
“One last chance, apologize.” Seungho only stares defiantly back at him. Joon doesn’t notice the slight upturn to the corners of his mouth as the younger man starts dragging up Seungho’s shirt. Fingers trailing over the pale skin now exposed as his eyes remained locked to leader’s own. “You don’t know what I’ll do to you do you?”
He knows very well what he’ll do and he wishes he would just shut up and do it. Seungho bites on his lip as if he’s nervous knowing how much Joon would like the act. Turning his head away shortly after as once again Joon searches the room for something of use. There’s the drink next to the computer Seungho had been enjoying some time ago. The ice cubes still sitting in the cup. Abandoning Seungho he fetches the cup swirling the cubes of ice around a little to look for the smallest first.
“Come on, apologize.” He wants an exit from it but Seungho won’t give him one so Joon moves back over the fearless leader. Tugging Seungho’s black t-shirt up over his head but unable to fully tug it off he leaves it bunched behind the other male’s neck. Eyes roaming over his body now noting with a bit of disappointment that Seungho’s belly fat doesn’t show as much as it used to. Though the bit of rest they’ve had hasn’t let it fully fade away at least. Joon doesn’t question why that pleases him as he takes an ice cube out of the cup. Sucking the remains of soda off in an indecent way as he looks at Seungho. Only in Joon’s mind does something like this count as a punishment. It worked on a variety show though not exactly executed in the same way.
Joon runs the ice cube down along the center of Seungho’s chest to his belly button. Pleased at the hitch of breath it earns him but it’s not enough to get his wanted apology. He has no plans of stopping till he gets his wanted apology. Even though halfway through Seungho’s grunts and groans make him forget that fact.
Rating: R
Pairing: Seungho x Joon
Summary: Seungho knows how to push Joon's buttons.
Author's Note: This is super old and in my opinion super bad. MBLAQ is one of my top K-Pop fandoms and yet for some reason I find it impossible to write fics with them. I see everything as bromance with them but I wanted to try and failed. Yeah after this it'll be all lighthearted bromance if I ever write with them again.
There goes that smile again. That smile he shares with the entire world when, it‘s too good for just anyone. Those two front teeth that press down on the plush bottom lip, the crinkle of eyes as he faces the camera… he can’t stand that just anyone gets to see it. That he has to share that lovely face and even lovelier body. They’re asking him to take his shirt off again and it makes his blood boil. His entire body hot as he hunches over the dim light of the computer screen. The only light in the room as he pretended long ago to turn in so as not to rise the suspicions of his band members. What does he have to explain to them anyway? He’s the leader, they should be happy he even bothered to make an excuse.
As far as it goes he is the supreme voice in the dorm and what he says goes and if he wants to jack off in front of the computer he damn well can. For good measure maybe he’ll even smear his release along the keys so that when Mir comes in later to ogle female idols just to prove he wasn’t sucking off GO last night he can possibly get a show.
They’re all the same with their sick little infatuations. Having lived together far too long. Knowing each other far too well but not enough at the same instant. No one knows how he watches him parade around the screen taking pleasure in the forced display. Knowing how much he hates that people only see muscles and his pretty face. Calling him an idiot, a fool… anything just to rile him up because he may smile for the world but for him he can make him look a different way. His anger, his pain, his hurt and the frustration yet another schedule of prancing around like bait on a hook will all be taken out on him when he gets home.
The front door opens and he hears a nasal voice call out hyung lazily from the couch. His body is ready and waiting as he puts the lap top screen down so quickly he fears it might have cracked. Even in a moment like this he can think of his precious gadgets but the thought doesn’t stay for long. Raising his head he passes his tongue over lips that just beg to be kissed. Looking at the tired eyes that lock on his own. The body slack with fatigue and the make-up he’ll likely wear to bed. He’s even still in the same attire from the show, the borrowed sweats and t-shirt.
From his seat at the computer chair he can smell the sweat that clings to that hidden hard body. Standing slowly, he doesn’t bother to hide the tent in his pajama bottoms, he approaches the other male. As he tries to touch the other he’s refused but again he’s fueled with their status. Maybe the age difference between them isn’t huge but he is still the leader after all and it seems all the current fame has driven that thought out of his junior’s mind.
“Wash up.” The words are not harsh but there is authority there. He’s making it clear he’s not suggesting it but demanding it yet the other acts as if he said nothing at all. Moving past him towards the very computer he’d just been using. He pulls the chair out from under him leaving him to tumble to the floor.
“Yah! What’s wrong with you?” Joon shouts as he gets to his feet right away. Already he can see the confusion of emotions on his face. Not knowing if he should be hurt or angry; Joon is just so sensitive and it’s incredibly arousing to Seungho. He smiled so much earlier now maybe he’d cry for him. It wasn’t hard to do but in the end anger won out over the usual broodiness he’d fall into. A glare set to his features to make those intense eyes burn stronger.
“I don’t need to repeat myself, Changsun.” He says it just to cut deeper into him. To make the anger flare more and he can see it in the way Joon exhales that he’s getting to him. Joon isn’t in the mood for this but Seungho knows where it’ll lead. He’s been playing with him like this for some time now. Ever since Joon started making appearances on his own. It wasn’t that he was jealous, even though a little part of him believed that as leader he should get more exposure, but that he could see the stress it was all putting out on Joon. Leader knew how to help a member with weight issues, knew how to calm a hyperactive country boy, assure someone that even without facial hair they were still amazing and he knew for certain how to relieve a grown man’s stress.
Joon gave no reply. He didn’t want to fall into this again but he wasn’t even sure what it was. Where they really going to argue because he didn’t want to bathe? Ever the simple minded boy he never caught on to why every time he came back home Seungho was at war with him. No one else seemed bothered by his lack of good hygiene. Seungho wasn’t even the one who shared a room with him. Over Mir’s gas he doubted any body odor could make a dent since the maknae had never once complained. He only came into the room to check his messages on the lap top, that was all.
Rolling his eyes at Seungho he tried once more to do just that but the leader was relentless. A hand took hold of him by the back of his t-shirt dragging him away from the computer. Pulling his body for an instant against Seungho’s and only now did Joon feel what he had been oblivious to the entire time. Right against his back side was what he was pretty certain was not a ruler or any other object stated in those lame jokes. Maybe Seungho didn’t notice but whether he did or didn’t it had certainly woken Joon up a little from the dazed state he’d initially walked into the room in.
“Wash. Now.” This time he complied. Something about leader’s erection touching his back side made him obedient. So out past the pair watching a movie on the couch he went. Into the bathroom without a care that someone was already there taking a leak and right into the shower. Turning it on and standing under the heat of the water before he started to wonder what in the world Seungho had been doing before he came into the room.
As he’s standing there letting the shampoo from his hair run down his body the water becomes impossibly cold. Leaving Joon to yelp and jump away from under it throwing open the shower curtain. Seungho stands there looking at him with a smug grin on his face. Before Joon can even shout at him the older male is already leaving. Shutting the door behind himself. Joon curses at whatever draw of fate left him to end up in MBLAQ under the rule of evil Yang Seungho.
Once he’s done washing he feels just a little bit better. The aching muscles soothed by the heat of the water and the cold splash refreshing him a bit. With only a towel around his waist he waltzes into his room. Going through the piles of clothing that don’t smell of days’ old ass. Looking over to see Mir already sleeping with one leg hanging off the bed as he’s pulling up his pajama bottoms. He doesn’t bother with a shirt; scratching at his belly he lifts Mir’s foot and tosses it back over the bed. Joon just wants to get some sleep now but any time a pleasant thought can fully formulate there leader shows up again.
“Come eat.” Joon opens his mouth to say he’s not hungry but Seungho is already gone from the door way. He grits his teeth and stands to follow where he assumed the elder has gotten to. Coming into the small kitchen area to see plates of food on the table. It all looks pretty good so he sits down ignoring the way Seungho is boring holes into the back of his head.
Leaning forward he first plucks a few noodles from a bowl only to cough and spit them back out. The noodles are more like wet, rubbery salt. Each item tastes even worse than the last and by the end any appetite he had is gone but when he tries to stand Seungho’s hands come down onto his shoulder shoving him back down. There’s one plate he hasn’t touched yet. It looked rather strange to him not because of the preparation but because it didn’t match with everything else. Bread with what was either cream cheese that had been made too watery or some other condiment he couldn’t really identify.
“Eat it.” Seungho even lifts it up from the plate for him bringing it to his lips. Joon wants to say no but he’s already learned that no is not a word Seungho understands. He opens his mouth and takes a bite as Seungho brings it closer in. The taste of the bread is just as bread should be but whatever was spread on it certainly doesn’t taste like cream cheese. It’s also a bit sticker than it should be. There’s a slight bitterness to it, a bit of a tang but he can’t really make out what it is. He smacks his lips together, tongue gliding along the roof of his own mouth. Seungho presses it to his lips again and Joon opens his mouth, still trying to figure it out.
He’d swallowed three bites before Seungho stops trying to give him anymore. The leader steps back from the table leaving Joon level with his groin. Something that was very obvious in the bedroom is now missing. Joons looks between leader and the bread when it clicks and he stands up shoving Seungho against the sink counter.
“You’re disgusting! What the hell is wrong with you?” Joon didn’t really want an answer as he stomps away from Seungho but the leader only grins behind him. It’s slowly getting there. As Joon looks over his shoulder back at him Seungho moves to follow him. Not surprised that Joon goes into his bedroom and pretending to be so when a hand grabs him by the arm and shoves him towards his own bed. Letting Joon press him down to the mattress with his own weight, both forgetting the open door behind them.
“Apologize for being an overall asshole.”
“I can’t, it’s my personality.” Seungho chuckles as Joon applies more pressure to the arm he has against his back. Turning his head to the side to keep it from pressing into the sheets.
“I mean it, apologize.” There’s that little whimper that comes in Joon’s voice whenever he feels offended. People have seen it on camera somewhat. Heard all about how Joon can hold grudges but no one will ever know the details of how the members finally earn his forgiveness. How he punishes them for treating him badly and how he thinks none of them work on purpose to get that treatment. Seungho has made that his exclusive, telling the others as leader he has first right to Joon and they don’t really care.
The pressure comes off his back as Joon moves to close the door. Locking it and coming back to the bed as quickly as he can. Seungho finds it adorable how he assumes he’ll try to get away. Joon is just too cute for words sometimes.
“Apologize.” Breath hot against his ear as Joon’s hand comes to his upper back pressing down on it. The hand is wide and strong against his body, Seungho knows what those hands can do so can’t stop the electric thrill that runs through him. Just like Joon had given him the silent treatment earlier he does the same. That smile coming back to mind, imagining the way Joon’s teeth must be pressing on his bottom lip now. Not in that same show of false excitement he showed for the film crew earlier but a real emotion now.
“I’m not playing around. Apologize or I’ll do something you’ll regret.” Would he? Seungho was certain the only thing Joon was capable of making him regret was that he’d eventually have to get off him. Joon’s patience is wearing thin. There’s not much he can do to Seungho to coax out the apology. If Seungho doesn’t want to do something he won’t do it, it’s as simple as that. He looks around the room for anything that might be of help seeing a discarded jump rope nearby. Not for one second does it cross Joon’s mind that it’s just too conveniently placed right within his reach. Keeping Seungho down doesn’t take much effort anymore either but Seungho had never really fought against him at all.
He reaches for the jump rope having to stretch out his arms a little. Just a bit more and he can reach. He uses his leg to keep Seungho down on the bed. Coming back with the jump rope he uses it to tie Seungho’s wrists together and puts it around the post of the bunk bed. Leaving Seungho’s arms above his head but enough length between the post and the bound wrists so that he can turn Seungho over. When he does Joon glares at the cocky expression leader wears.
“One last chance, apologize.” Seungho only stares defiantly back at him. Joon doesn’t notice the slight upturn to the corners of his mouth as the younger man starts dragging up Seungho’s shirt. Fingers trailing over the pale skin now exposed as his eyes remained locked to leader’s own. “You don’t know what I’ll do to you do you?”
He knows very well what he’ll do and he wishes he would just shut up and do it. Seungho bites on his lip as if he’s nervous knowing how much Joon would like the act. Turning his head away shortly after as once again Joon searches the room for something of use. There’s the drink next to the computer Seungho had been enjoying some time ago. The ice cubes still sitting in the cup. Abandoning Seungho he fetches the cup swirling the cubes of ice around a little to look for the smallest first.
“Come on, apologize.” He wants an exit from it but Seungho won’t give him one so Joon moves back over the fearless leader. Tugging Seungho’s black t-shirt up over his head but unable to fully tug it off he leaves it bunched behind the other male’s neck. Eyes roaming over his body now noting with a bit of disappointment that Seungho’s belly fat doesn’t show as much as it used to. Though the bit of rest they’ve had hasn’t let it fully fade away at least. Joon doesn’t question why that pleases him as he takes an ice cube out of the cup. Sucking the remains of soda off in an indecent way as he looks at Seungho. Only in Joon’s mind does something like this count as a punishment. It worked on a variety show though not exactly executed in the same way.
Joon runs the ice cube down along the center of Seungho’s chest to his belly button. Pleased at the hitch of breath it earns him but it’s not enough to get his wanted apology. He has no plans of stopping till he gets his wanted apology. Even though halfway through Seungho’s grunts and groans make him forget that fact.