drabble dump
Three drabbles, and I'm finally cross posting them from my AFF account.
Title: Red
Pairing: Himup
Rating: M
Length: 368 words
Description: Red is so much more than a color.
Red. It is a color that explains so many emotions and feelings without actually having the intention of doing so. It sits within our heart and runs through our veins, refusing to leave even when we want it to.
Jongup sees red the moment he meets Himchan. It was a red of desire and passion, almost as if their bodies were meant to be intertwined with one another. Their fingers only touch for a second as Jongup hands over the money to pay for his drink at the bar, a fireball whiskey with Coca Cola on the side, but he knows a challenge when he can see one. Just one more button needs to come undone on his neatly ironed dress shirt before he has Himchan's complete and undivided attention. Jongup takes his drink away from the bar when he sees a messily written phone number on the napkin below his glass. 29-XXXX-XXXX, off at 3AM.
It begins as just a one night stand until it happens again and again and before Himchan knows it, he becomes a bootycall. But he's okay with this because when they are fucking, and that's all this is really, just fucking, he reaches a new high that other partners haven't given him before. He tries to explain it to Jongup in one of their post-sex discussions, but he can't seem to put a finger on it until Jongup just tells him to shut up before he puts his fingers back inside of his ass. Himchan's cheeks flush of bright red, but he doesn't stop talking. Walking seems like a luxury he has taken for granted the next morning.
When they're nearing the two month mark of whatever the hell this is, Himchan finds himself bound to the bed with Jongup's crimson tie, whimpering and begging for more. His chest and neck are decorated with marks and bites and Jongup is no where near through with him. Himchan's wrists ache and he pleads with Jongup to untie him, but this is what he really wanted the entire time - To be marked, possessed, owned by the person he... Well he doesn't love Jongup, he couldn't love a person he's only had sex with, right?
Title: Cookies
Pairing: Banglo
Rating: M
Length: 449 words
Description: Welcome homes are always sweet.
Junhong is hard at work in the kitchen, baking materials spread out all over the counter. He cracks two eggs and whisks them into the batter, flour flying upwards in a mushroom cloud poof. It's his first time baking chocolate chip cookies from scratch, but he needs to make them, they need to be perfect. Yongguk would be over in an hour or so with takeout from their favorite Chinese place, or so he thought, Yongguk really had a tendency to show up earlier than when he would say, which wasn't really a problem for Junhong except for right now because he was actually trying to be a perfectionist for once.
The occasion was special for a few reasons: Yongguk's recent promotion at the music label he produced at, Junhong's acceptance into Seoul National University, their two year anniversary, the warm summer night, and the fact that Junhong had cleaned his flat for the first time in three months. They were mostly celebrating the last reason because no longer did Junhong's room smell like stale pizza and wet dog. Cleanliness was not something he had picked up from his boyfriend, that was certain.
He is hard at work, putting little spheres of cookie dough onto a greased tray, hardly noticing the click of the front door shutting because he was too busy wailing singing the lyrics of his new favorite song. He bends over to put the tray into the oven, setting the timer to twelve minutes before turning around and almost screaming at the sight of his boyfriend just standing there, smiling wide so his stupid gums (that he loved very much) were showing. The bag of take out is on the dining table and Junhong is holding onto his chest and panting hard while Yongguk is doubled over in laughter, standing up straight to pull Junhong into a hug.
The gesture is small yet comforting and even though the surprise is ruined, Yongguk makes up for it by kissing the daylights out of Junhong, pulling back to brush the flour off of his cheek. The timer ticks to ten minutes and Junhong finds himself seated on the counter, legs wrapped around Yongguk's waist as he cups his lover's cheeks, their lips moving slowly against each other. At nine, Junhong's pants have slid to his ankles. Eight, and he's fisting his boyfriend's hair as Yongguk goes down, not even questioning the sounds that are leaving his body. Two minutes left and Yongguk tastes salty and bitter satisfaction.
Zero minutes left and the cookies are cooling on the rack. Junhong makes sure Yongguk isn't looking before sneaking a bite of melted gooey cookie. Perfect, just like they needed to be.
Title: Playground
Pairing: Banglo
Rating: G
Length: 805 words
Description: Baby B.A.P and pizza parties.
The first Friday of every month was special. P.E. was extended an extra twenty minutes. It wasn’t too hot outside so the monkey bars didn’t burn when you touched them. The whole elementary school had lunchtime together instead of being separated by thirty minutes.
But this Friday was extra special as it was Junhong’s birthday party. And a birthday on a Friday, especially this Friday, meant that there was going to be a pizza party. Junhong felt like the coolest kid on the playground that day, wearing his new baby blue vans that matched with his baby blue shorts. He was lined up to play tetherball and even though all the older kids were in front of him, he was ready to hit the ball until he won. It was his birthday after all; everyone had to let him win!
He finally got up to the front of the line and the tetherball master, Jung Daehyun, was currently beating the kid in front of him bad. Junhong nervously moved into the ring of potential death, hands getting a little clammy as he had only really played this game two or three times ever. Daehyun let out a laugh, looking at the pale boy that was significantly shorter than him before hitting the ball.
Junhong tried. He really did. He tried to send the ball flying backwards but he was too short, too slow, and too inexperienced to even put up a real fight. He was rearing his hand and started to swing it forward, missing the ball completely before - SMACK!
A trickle of blood started going down Junhong’s nose and he teared up immediately, looking around before holding his nose. He stumbled out of the ring and kept his hand pressed to his nose, faintly hearing a third grader named Yoo Youngjae scolding Daehyun for being a punk and a bully. A pair of strong hands pulled Junhong, who was now walking blindly into games of four square, towards the nurse’s office.
“You should know better than to try to beat Jung Daehyun at tetherball.” The older boy smiled down at Junhong, wiping his tears away with his hands. He was probably three or four years older then Junhong, and he was pretty handsome… Maybe the most handsome he had ever seen. “My name is Yongguk, fourth grade. I’m in Miss Sunhwa’s class. What’s your name?”
Junhong blinked a few times before realizing that he actually had to respond to Yongguk, weakly mumbling. “Junhong, first grade. Miss Hyosung’s class.” Junhong now had a tissue stuck up his nose and the nurse was attending to him and cleaning him up. Yongguk sat on the chair next to the bed, staying until Junhong was all cleaned up before standing up to walk with him back to his classroom.
“It’s my birthday today…” Junhong looked up at Yongguk when he was close to his classroom, smiling a little bit. He was already feeling an attachment to the older, especially after Yongguk took his hand to walk him back to class.
“Oh, is it? Did you get any cool presents? I would have gotten one for you if I had known.” Yongguk squeezed the boy’s hand, gummy smile showing brightly.
“Well I did get these cool new shoes… And we have a pizza party today! I haven’t opened my other presents. Mama said I could only open those after dinner tonight.” Junhong talked about his shoes shyly and widened his eyes when Yongguk suddenly stopped.
“Hey.. you know, I thought of a present. You’re really cute, you know that? You should smile more too. And uh..” Yongguk leaned down, pecking Junhong’s lips quickly before pulling back, looking around to see if anyone else had seen. “Happy birthday Junhong. I’ll see you around, okay?” Yongguk let go of Junhong’s hand and started walking in the other direction towards his classroom with an embarrassed but excited smile on his face.
Junhong’s cheeks were bright red as he walked into his classroom, handing his teacher the nurse note before going to sit right next to his best friend Jongup.
“What happened to you? I wanted to play two square but my partner went missing!” Jongup huffed at his friend, pouting so that his chubby cheeks puffed out.
“Himchan hyung and you were playing on the swings, I didn’t wanna bother you… Plus, Yongguk hyung and I had to go to the nurse’s office.” Junhong pushed his friend’s arm and laughed when Jongup’s cheeks turned bright red at the mention of his favorite hyung’s name.
"Yongguk hyung and Himchannie hyung are best friends, did you know that?" Jongup picked up a picture book, thumbing through it before putting it down on his table.
"I think I really like him, Jonguppie. He gave me the best birthday present ever."