The Day Beast Tried to Help JunSeung or in which Dongwoon Thought He Was Going to Die
Title: The Day Beast Tried to Help JunSeung or in which Dongwoon Thought He Was Going to Die
Author: singoutloud25
Pairing: JunSeung, Hyunseung/All, slight KiWoon and DooSeob
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy, Crack, Fluff
Author's Notes: I found this in a notebook I had forgotten about.
The Day Beast Tried to Help JunSeung or in Which Dongwoon Thought He Was Going to Die
It started in the morning with Doojoon.
Junhyung had already tried, and failed, to get Hyunseung up and out of bed. He figured that once he had his morning coke and was more awake himself he’d try to wake the dancer again.
He walked into the kitchen, just as Doojoon put his bowl into the sink, grabbed a coke from the fridge, and sat down in the seat their leader just vacated.
Junhyung was halfway through his can of coke when a loud screech and laughing, Hyunseung’s, came from the bedroom. His eyes narrowed.
“Where’s Doojoon?”
Yoseob, Kikwang, and Dongwoon all blinked several times before simultaneously shrugging their shoulders.
Junhyung frowned at them before getting up from the table and walking back to the room, his eyes widening in shock as soon as he did so.
Doojoon was lying beside Hyunseung, one of his legs spread over the dancers half-naked thighs, his hands holding the youngers to his chest, and his forehead resting on Hyunseung’s bare shoulder, his lips dangerously close to milky skin. They were both smiling and laughing.
Junhyung felt his chest tighten.
Hyunseung noticed him, his smile widening. “Morning Jun.”
Doojoon turned his head, snuggling it close to Hyunseung’s neck and grinned at the rapper.
“You look like a fish with your mouth opening and closing like that.” The leader smirked as Junhyung snapped his mouth shut.
Hyunseung let out a bark of laughter. “A fish!”
Junhyung glared and stormed out of the room.
Next it was Yoseob.
Now, everybody knows, including Junhyung, that Yoseob is just like a puppy; cute, fluffy, loves attention, and always playful. But today, Junhyung honestly believed that Yoseob was taking this puppy business way too far.
They were at the dance studio, rehearsing the new dance for Fiction, when it all started. Whenever they would pause Yoseob would glomp Hyunseung, hug him, climb on his back, give him a random kiss on the cheek or lips, and hold his hand. And Hyunseung would go right along with it.
And now, while they were taking a break, Yoseob was curled up in Hyunseung’s lap with his face nestled in the dancers neck, his fingers running up and down Hyunseung’s arms.
Junhyung was glaring from across the room. He was contemplating on what forms of torture to use on Yoseob, when Dongwoon walked by him.
He grabbed the Maknae by the arm, the younger letting out a small yelp as he was pulled backwards.
Junhyung clenched his jaw. “What is Yoseob’s deal today?”
“Er…well…”Dongwoon looked over just as Yoseob planted a quick kiss on Hyunseung’s neck, the dancer only smiling and ruffling the younger’s hair. He looked back at Junhyung and gulped at the latter’s flaring nostrils. “He’s being affectionate?”
Junhyung growled, released Dongwoon, and stormed out of the studio.
Dongwoon cringed at the slamming of the door. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Maybe this helping thing wasn’t such a good idea.
Junhyung was positive that the Beast members wanted to die, especially Kikwang.
Hyunseung and Kikwang had always been close since their personalities and interests were almost the exact same. Junhyung had always been envious of their friendship and right now the only thing he was seeing was green.
They had all just showered after rehearsal and were in the locker rooms getting dressed. Hyunseung, who Junhyung had been staying close to, glaring at any who came too close, had just pulled up his jeans when a pair of arms came out of nowhere and wrapped themselves around the dancers naked torso.
Hyunseung yelped. “Yah! Did you just bite me?”
Kikwang rested his chin on Hyunseung’s shoulder and grinned. “You taste good.”
Hyunseung laughed and put Kikwang into a headlock, the latter locked eyes with Junhyung, grinned, and nipped Hyunseung’s stomach.
Junhyung’s mouth dropped. His eyes narrowed as he watched the two dancers play around, his stomach turning every time Kikwang touched Hyunseung’s chest and stomach with his hands and his mouth.
He caught sight of Dongwoon out of the corner of his eye and once again pulled the Maknae to him.
“Is there something going on that I don’t know about?”
Dongwoon flinched at the anger in Junhyung’s voice. He looked over at the two playing around.
“Um…not that I know of?”
Just then Hyunseung pinned Kikwang against one of the lockers, their chests touching, and nipped the younger on the collarbone.
Junhyung let out an even bigger growl as he grabbed his things and stormed out of the locker room, banging anything he could on his way out.
Dongwoon glared at the two, who had now broken apart, and rubbed his already bruising arm. He was going to kill someone.
Dongwoon wanted to cry. He was positive that this was a bad idea and he didn’t want to have anything to do with it.
“Please Hyungs. I don’t want to do it.”
The three older members sighed at their Maknae. Yoseob gave him a pat on the shoulder.
“Woonie, you have to do it. This is the final step.”
Kikwang smiled at him. “Yeah Woonie, the only way this is going to work is if you do it.”
Dongwoon whined. “But how do you know that? How do you know he’s not going to kill me?!”
Doojoon smirked. “Trust me, it’ll work. And don’t be absurd, he won’t kill you…hurt you yes, kill you no.”
Dongwoon let out a sob and turned back around to face the living room. Junhyung and Hyunseung were on the couch talking and laughing.
His shoulders slumped. “But it’s the first time Hyung has smiled all day.”
Doojoon put an arm around Dongwoon’s shoulders. “I promise everything will be fine.” He gave a little squeeze. “This is for their own good since neither of them is willing to make the first move. They want to be together, but they’re being stupid.”
Dongwoon nodded his head. “Okay.” He squared his shoulders and walked into the living room.
“Hey Hyungs.” He greeted them with the best smile he could produce at the moment.
Junhyung glared. Hyunseung grinned and held his hand out to the younger.
“Hey Woon, did you need something?”
Dongwoon gulped and took Hyunseung’s hand.
“Actually Hyung, I know you just got over being sick and I was noticing today that you kept rubbing your shoulders and neck.”
Hyunseung nodded his head and squeezed Dongwoon’s hand. “They have been bothering me today.”
Dongwoon noticed an odd gleam in Hyunseung’s eyes, but opted to ignore it and continue on with his mission before he panicked.
“Well, I could give you a massage. I mean, if you’d like one that is.” Dongwoon patted himself on the back for not stuttering and for keeping eye contact with Hyunseung.
His smile faltered though when Hyunseung’s eyes lit up and he grinned ear to ear. His Hyung was too excited.
“Really Woonie?” His voice was oh-so-sweet. “I’d love to have a massage.”
Dongwoon cleared his throat. Hyunseung was way too cheery about this. “Of course.”
Hyunseung gave a squeal and began shoving at Junhyung. “Get off the couch Jun so I can lay down.”
Junhyung sputtered. “B-b-but.”
Hyunseung shook his head. “No buts. Now mooove.” He gave Junhyung a hard shove, successfully getting the younger male off the couch. He then lay down on his stomach, resting his head on his arms. “Okay Woonie, I’m ready.”
Dongwoon made the mistake of moving his eyes in the direction of Junhyung. He cringed at the look of death the elder was giving him and gulped.
He was going to die.
Hyunseung lifted his head up and pouted. “What’s wrong Woon?”
Dongwoon shook his head and walked to Hyunseung. “Nothing.”
Hyunseung grinned (too big and false for Dongwoon’s liking). “Good. Make sure you sit on me that way you can use more pressure.” He then winked and turned his head back around.
Dongwoon’s eyes went wide. Hyunseung winked. He winked. He knows. Dongwoon wanted to scream. Hyunseung fucking knows. He’s making Dongwoon go along with him. His Hyung’s really did want him dead.
“Woonie, I’m waiting.”
Dongwoon took a deep breath as he straddled Hyunseung’s backside, fully aware of the murderous look Junhyung was giving him. He took another deep breath as he began massaging Hyunseung’s upper back.
After several long seconds Dongwoon was beginning to think that maybe he wasn’t going to die because Junhyung was seemingly frozen in his spot on the floor. That is until Hyunseung moaned.
“Mmm Woonie. This feels so good.”
Dongwoon tensed.
Junhyung growled.
Hyunseung moaned again. “I mean it Woon. Your hands are amazing.” He grinned into his arm.
Dongwoon whimpered.
“I wonder how they would feel on other body parts.”
Dongwoon yelped as Junhyung let out a frustrated yell. He then braced himself as, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Junhyung lunge for him.
Junhyung had heard and seen enough and he couldn’t take it anymore. He lunged at the Maknae, grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him off of Hyunseung and onto the ground.
Junhyung then grabbed Hyunseung, pulled him up, and pinned him against the back of the couch and the wall, locking eyes with the dancer.
“Mine.” He then smashed his lips against Hyunseung’s, his tongue darting out and immediately being welcomed by Hyunseung’s mouth.
The two kissed for what felt like several minutes and when they pulled apart, both breathless, Hyunseung smiled while Junhyung grinned.
“Mine.” He then pulled the dancer off the couch, clutching the elder’s hand, and glared at the rest of the members, who had come running when Junhyung yelled.
“Hyunseung is mine. You see all of this,” he motioned to all of Hyunseung, “it belongs to me. That means no more snuggling, tackling, kissing, half naked wrestling, biting, straddling, or massages! Got it?”
The other members nodded their heads in agreement.
Junhyung then turned to Hyunseung. “And all of this,” he motioned to all of himself, “belongs to you.”
Hyunseung grinned. “I know.”
“And the only moans coming out of your mouth from now on better be because of me.”
Hyunseung laughed and gave Junhyung a quick kiss. “I promise.”
Dongwoon rubbed his arm. “Speaking of moans, when did you figure it out?”
Hyunseung shrugged. “When Doojoon crawled into bed with me.”
Yoseob gaped. “You’ve known the whole time?”
Junhyung groaned. “I knew something was going on.” His eyes widened. “Wait. That means you let them do all of those things to you.”
Hyunseung looked slightly uncomfortable. “Well…you know…oh who cares! It worked didn’t it?”
He gave Junhyung’s hand a squeeze and locked eyes with him.
Junhyung couldn’t be upset. Not with Hyunseung’s hand in his or with the way Hyunseung was looking at him, smiling at him. He smiled back.
“Yeah, yeah it did.” His smile then faded into a smirk. “But know it’s my turn.” He began pulling Hyunseung towards the bedroom.
“Your turn for what?”
“Biting you.”
Hyunseung’s laugh could be heard as the bedroom door closed.
Dongwoon turned around so he was facing his three remaining Hyungs.
He glared.
“I hate all of you.” He put his hands up to quiet them from protesting. “My arms and my head hurt. I was almost killed by one of my Hyungs and slightly turned on by another. And it’s all your guys’ fault.”
Kikwang frowned. “Turned on.”
“And you,” Dongwoon pointed at Kikwang, “biting his naked chest. You will be getting nothing from me until I feel obliged to change my mind.” He glared. “And that’s going to be a while.” He then walked past the three of them and locked himself in the bathroom.
Kikwang’s frown had turned into a face of horror while Dongwoon was talking and now it turned into one of I’m going to kill someone. He turned around and punched Yoseob in the arm.
“This is all your fault. ‘Let’s all hit on Hyunseung and make Junhyung jealous’ you said.” He then punched Doojoon in the arm. “And you just had to agree with him so you could get laid!” He pointed his finger at the two of them. “If Woonie ignores me for more than an hour I’m going to kill you both!”
He turned around and walked over to the bathroom door, knocking on it. “Woonie open the door. Please Woonie. You know I didn’t enjoy it. I’d rather bite you.”
The bathroom door opened and Kikwang was yanked inside, the door closing and locking behind him.
Yoseob grinned and turned to Doojoon. “See, everything worked out.” His grin falterd when he saw Doojoon’s grumpy face. “What’s wrong?”
“Did you really have to kiss him a million times? And on the lips and neck?”
“Well…but…you were in bed with him, all thighs on thighs and skin on skin!”
Doojoon grumbled. “But I wasn’t kissing him.” He then walked into the kitchen, mumbling about unnecessary kisses.
Yoseob pouted. “This is stupid.” He walked into the kitchen and tackled Doojoon.
“I’ll show you unnecessary kisses.”
Author: singoutloud25
Pairing: JunSeung, Hyunseung/All, slight KiWoon and DooSeob
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy, Crack, Fluff
Author's Notes: I found this in a notebook I had forgotten about.
The Day Beast Tried to Help JunSeung or in Which Dongwoon Thought He Was Going to Die
It started in the morning with Doojoon.
Junhyung had already tried, and failed, to get Hyunseung up and out of bed. He figured that once he had his morning coke and was more awake himself he’d try to wake the dancer again.
He walked into the kitchen, just as Doojoon put his bowl into the sink, grabbed a coke from the fridge, and sat down in the seat their leader just vacated.
Junhyung was halfway through his can of coke when a loud screech and laughing, Hyunseung’s, came from the bedroom. His eyes narrowed.
“Where’s Doojoon?”
Yoseob, Kikwang, and Dongwoon all blinked several times before simultaneously shrugging their shoulders.
Junhyung frowned at them before getting up from the table and walking back to the room, his eyes widening in shock as soon as he did so.
Doojoon was lying beside Hyunseung, one of his legs spread over the dancers half-naked thighs, his hands holding the youngers to his chest, and his forehead resting on Hyunseung’s bare shoulder, his lips dangerously close to milky skin. They were both smiling and laughing.
Junhyung felt his chest tighten.
Hyunseung noticed him, his smile widening. “Morning Jun.”
Doojoon turned his head, snuggling it close to Hyunseung’s neck and grinned at the rapper.
“You look like a fish with your mouth opening and closing like that.” The leader smirked as Junhyung snapped his mouth shut.
Hyunseung let out a bark of laughter. “A fish!”
Junhyung glared and stormed out of the room.
Next it was Yoseob.
Now, everybody knows, including Junhyung, that Yoseob is just like a puppy; cute, fluffy, loves attention, and always playful. But today, Junhyung honestly believed that Yoseob was taking this puppy business way too far.
They were at the dance studio, rehearsing the new dance for Fiction, when it all started. Whenever they would pause Yoseob would glomp Hyunseung, hug him, climb on his back, give him a random kiss on the cheek or lips, and hold his hand. And Hyunseung would go right along with it.
And now, while they were taking a break, Yoseob was curled up in Hyunseung’s lap with his face nestled in the dancers neck, his fingers running up and down Hyunseung’s arms.
Junhyung was glaring from across the room. He was contemplating on what forms of torture to use on Yoseob, when Dongwoon walked by him.
He grabbed the Maknae by the arm, the younger letting out a small yelp as he was pulled backwards.
Junhyung clenched his jaw. “What is Yoseob’s deal today?”
“Er…well…”Dongwoon looked over just as Yoseob planted a quick kiss on Hyunseung’s neck, the dancer only smiling and ruffling the younger’s hair. He looked back at Junhyung and gulped at the latter’s flaring nostrils. “He’s being affectionate?”
Junhyung growled, released Dongwoon, and stormed out of the studio.
Dongwoon cringed at the slamming of the door. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Maybe this helping thing wasn’t such a good idea.
Junhyung was positive that the Beast members wanted to die, especially Kikwang.
Hyunseung and Kikwang had always been close since their personalities and interests were almost the exact same. Junhyung had always been envious of their friendship and right now the only thing he was seeing was green.
They had all just showered after rehearsal and were in the locker rooms getting dressed. Hyunseung, who Junhyung had been staying close to, glaring at any who came too close, had just pulled up his jeans when a pair of arms came out of nowhere and wrapped themselves around the dancers naked torso.
Hyunseung yelped. “Yah! Did you just bite me?”
Kikwang rested his chin on Hyunseung’s shoulder and grinned. “You taste good.”
Hyunseung laughed and put Kikwang into a headlock, the latter locked eyes with Junhyung, grinned, and nipped Hyunseung’s stomach.
Junhyung’s mouth dropped. His eyes narrowed as he watched the two dancers play around, his stomach turning every time Kikwang touched Hyunseung’s chest and stomach with his hands and his mouth.
He caught sight of Dongwoon out of the corner of his eye and once again pulled the Maknae to him.
“Is there something going on that I don’t know about?”
Dongwoon flinched at the anger in Junhyung’s voice. He looked over at the two playing around.
“Um…not that I know of?”
Just then Hyunseung pinned Kikwang against one of the lockers, their chests touching, and nipped the younger on the collarbone.
Junhyung let out an even bigger growl as he grabbed his things and stormed out of the locker room, banging anything he could on his way out.
Dongwoon glared at the two, who had now broken apart, and rubbed his already bruising arm. He was going to kill someone.
Dongwoon wanted to cry. He was positive that this was a bad idea and he didn’t want to have anything to do with it.
“Please Hyungs. I don’t want to do it.”
The three older members sighed at their Maknae. Yoseob gave him a pat on the shoulder.
“Woonie, you have to do it. This is the final step.”
Kikwang smiled at him. “Yeah Woonie, the only way this is going to work is if you do it.”
Dongwoon whined. “But how do you know that? How do you know he’s not going to kill me?!”
Doojoon smirked. “Trust me, it’ll work. And don’t be absurd, he won’t kill you…hurt you yes, kill you no.”
Dongwoon let out a sob and turned back around to face the living room. Junhyung and Hyunseung were on the couch talking and laughing.
His shoulders slumped. “But it’s the first time Hyung has smiled all day.”
Doojoon put an arm around Dongwoon’s shoulders. “I promise everything will be fine.” He gave a little squeeze. “This is for their own good since neither of them is willing to make the first move. They want to be together, but they’re being stupid.”
Dongwoon nodded his head. “Okay.” He squared his shoulders and walked into the living room.
“Hey Hyungs.” He greeted them with the best smile he could produce at the moment.
Junhyung glared. Hyunseung grinned and held his hand out to the younger.
“Hey Woon, did you need something?”
Dongwoon gulped and took Hyunseung’s hand.
“Actually Hyung, I know you just got over being sick and I was noticing today that you kept rubbing your shoulders and neck.”
Hyunseung nodded his head and squeezed Dongwoon’s hand. “They have been bothering me today.”
Dongwoon noticed an odd gleam in Hyunseung’s eyes, but opted to ignore it and continue on with his mission before he panicked.
“Well, I could give you a massage. I mean, if you’d like one that is.” Dongwoon patted himself on the back for not stuttering and for keeping eye contact with Hyunseung.
His smile faltered though when Hyunseung’s eyes lit up and he grinned ear to ear. His Hyung was too excited.
“Really Woonie?” His voice was oh-so-sweet. “I’d love to have a massage.”
Dongwoon cleared his throat. Hyunseung was way too cheery about this. “Of course.”
Hyunseung gave a squeal and began shoving at Junhyung. “Get off the couch Jun so I can lay down.”
Junhyung sputtered. “B-b-but.”
Hyunseung shook his head. “No buts. Now mooove.” He gave Junhyung a hard shove, successfully getting the younger male off the couch. He then lay down on his stomach, resting his head on his arms. “Okay Woonie, I’m ready.”
Dongwoon made the mistake of moving his eyes in the direction of Junhyung. He cringed at the look of death the elder was giving him and gulped.
He was going to die.
Hyunseung lifted his head up and pouted. “What’s wrong Woon?”
Dongwoon shook his head and walked to Hyunseung. “Nothing.”
Hyunseung grinned (too big and false for Dongwoon’s liking). “Good. Make sure you sit on me that way you can use more pressure.” He then winked and turned his head back around.
Dongwoon’s eyes went wide. Hyunseung winked. He winked. He knows. Dongwoon wanted to scream. Hyunseung fucking knows. He’s making Dongwoon go along with him. His Hyung’s really did want him dead.
“Woonie, I’m waiting.”
Dongwoon took a deep breath as he straddled Hyunseung’s backside, fully aware of the murderous look Junhyung was giving him. He took another deep breath as he began massaging Hyunseung’s upper back.
After several long seconds Dongwoon was beginning to think that maybe he wasn’t going to die because Junhyung was seemingly frozen in his spot on the floor. That is until Hyunseung moaned.
“Mmm Woonie. This feels so good.”
Dongwoon tensed.
Junhyung growled.
Hyunseung moaned again. “I mean it Woon. Your hands are amazing.” He grinned into his arm.
Dongwoon whimpered.
“I wonder how they would feel on other body parts.”
Dongwoon yelped as Junhyung let out a frustrated yell. He then braced himself as, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Junhyung lunge for him.
Junhyung had heard and seen enough and he couldn’t take it anymore. He lunged at the Maknae, grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him off of Hyunseung and onto the ground.
Junhyung then grabbed Hyunseung, pulled him up, and pinned him against the back of the couch and the wall, locking eyes with the dancer.
“Mine.” He then smashed his lips against Hyunseung’s, his tongue darting out and immediately being welcomed by Hyunseung’s mouth.
The two kissed for what felt like several minutes and when they pulled apart, both breathless, Hyunseung smiled while Junhyung grinned.
“Mine.” He then pulled the dancer off the couch, clutching the elder’s hand, and glared at the rest of the members, who had come running when Junhyung yelled.
“Hyunseung is mine. You see all of this,” he motioned to all of Hyunseung, “it belongs to me. That means no more snuggling, tackling, kissing, half naked wrestling, biting, straddling, or massages! Got it?”
The other members nodded their heads in agreement.
Junhyung then turned to Hyunseung. “And all of this,” he motioned to all of himself, “belongs to you.”
Hyunseung grinned. “I know.”
“And the only moans coming out of your mouth from now on better be because of me.”
Hyunseung laughed and gave Junhyung a quick kiss. “I promise.”
Dongwoon rubbed his arm. “Speaking of moans, when did you figure it out?”
Hyunseung shrugged. “When Doojoon crawled into bed with me.”
Yoseob gaped. “You’ve known the whole time?”
Junhyung groaned. “I knew something was going on.” His eyes widened. “Wait. That means you let them do all of those things to you.”
Hyunseung looked slightly uncomfortable. “Well…you know…oh who cares! It worked didn’t it?”
He gave Junhyung’s hand a squeeze and locked eyes with him.
Junhyung couldn’t be upset. Not with Hyunseung’s hand in his or with the way Hyunseung was looking at him, smiling at him. He smiled back.
“Yeah, yeah it did.” His smile then faded into a smirk. “But know it’s my turn.” He began pulling Hyunseung towards the bedroom.
“Your turn for what?”
“Biting you.”
Hyunseung’s laugh could be heard as the bedroom door closed.
Dongwoon turned around so he was facing his three remaining Hyungs.
He glared.
“I hate all of you.” He put his hands up to quiet them from protesting. “My arms and my head hurt. I was almost killed by one of my Hyungs and slightly turned on by another. And it’s all your guys’ fault.”
Kikwang frowned. “Turned on.”
“And you,” Dongwoon pointed at Kikwang, “biting his naked chest. You will be getting nothing from me until I feel obliged to change my mind.” He glared. “And that’s going to be a while.” He then walked past the three of them and locked himself in the bathroom.
Kikwang’s frown had turned into a face of horror while Dongwoon was talking and now it turned into one of I’m going to kill someone. He turned around and punched Yoseob in the arm.
“This is all your fault. ‘Let’s all hit on Hyunseung and make Junhyung jealous’ you said.” He then punched Doojoon in the arm. “And you just had to agree with him so you could get laid!” He pointed his finger at the two of them. “If Woonie ignores me for more than an hour I’m going to kill you both!”
He turned around and walked over to the bathroom door, knocking on it. “Woonie open the door. Please Woonie. You know I didn’t enjoy it. I’d rather bite you.”
The bathroom door opened and Kikwang was yanked inside, the door closing and locking behind him.
Yoseob grinned and turned to Doojoon. “See, everything worked out.” His grin falterd when he saw Doojoon’s grumpy face. “What’s wrong?”
“Did you really have to kiss him a million times? And on the lips and neck?”
“Well…but…you were in bed with him, all thighs on thighs and skin on skin!”
Doojoon grumbled. “But I wasn’t kissing him.” He then walked into the kitchen, mumbling about unnecessary kisses.
Yoseob pouted. “This is stupid.” He walked into the kitchen and tackled Doojoon.
“I’ll show you unnecessary kisses.”