First Block B fic this way!
Title: Unwholesome dating methods
Rating: PG-15
Fandom: Block B
Pairing/Characters: Zico/Kyung
Musical Inspiration: "Freeze", Block B
Word Count: 1068
Summary: Zico has a different way of looking at things and gently nudges Kyung in the right direction.
A/N: Originally written for the fic exchange Musical Chairs. Please enjoy!
They don’t like it. It’s too bad, really, because Park Kyung likes it. It’s all up-beat-y and witty - he thought they were being smart about it. It’s the irony of life, he muses as he pushes the studio door open and kicks at the leg of Jiho’s chair.
“They don’t like it.”
The pen keeps scribbling and Kyung’s quota of attention is zero.
“Hello,” he says, and thinks that maybe he should have opened with that.
“I can’t hear you right now.”
Kyung sits on the table at what he believes to be a respectful distance, and waits. It’s okay, he’s patient, but as he sits there, kicking his legs and trying not to drum his fingers against anything, his brain starts processing the Bad News. It’s depressing, that’s what it is, and it makes him sigh.
He sighs a little louder.
“Yes, Kyung, I know you’re there, just let me finish my own thoughts before I deal with yours.”
“Okay.”
He wonders if the board is a bunch of old hags that have moral cookies and ethical porridge for breakfast. He knows it’s not nice, and he’s happy that people can’t actually hear what’s going on inside his head. But Jiho is looking at him now and somehow, Jiho always knows.
“Did you do something bad?” he asks.
“Why would you assume that?” Kyung hops off of the table and prides himself on not flinging his arms out. “It’s banned. ‘Freeze’ is banned.”
Heartbreak, tears and drama. It doesn’t happen.
“Yeah, I heard.”
Kyung wants to be surprised but he can’t really bring himself to - everyone knows that Jiho has poise, he wouldn’t jump out of his skin just because Kyung thinks that the world is tilting. Jiho’s world is always a little askew.
“So what do we do?” The all-mighty brain of Jiho can surely come up with something spectacular and brilliant!
“Nothing.”
Disbeliving, Kyung parrots: “Nothing?”
“There’s nothing we can do. So we do nothing.”
Kyung isn’t happy. He crosses his arms over his chest and almost glares - he’s disappointed, too, because Jiho is the leader and the leader has responsibilities. Jiho is, in fact, the supposed knight in shiny armour and now he’s not even mounting his horse to prepare for battle!
“Besides, all publicity is good publicity,” Jiho reminds him.
It’s a universal truth, so Kyung’s little words don’t match. They look at each other for a while, until Kyung has to break the silence because it keeps clamping down over his throat.
“What are unwholesome dating methods?” he asks.
Something mischievous twinkles like Christmas lights in Jiho’s eyes. Jackpot. “In the eye of the beholder?” he suggests, but Kyung knows better and he keeps frowning, upset that he can’t read Jiho’s mind - he has tried so many times.
“Well, I suppose that it’s the sexual aspect,” Jiho hums, leaning back in his chair. It’s teetering dangerously on its hind legs like an instable horse rearing, and Jiho smiles. “The dirty stuff.”
That makes Kyung pause. “But,” he says after a moment of thought, “the song isn’t dirty.”
“No, but we are.”
“They can’t know that!” he protests. He has already established that they can’t read his mind. He’s safe!
Watching Kyung’s eyes, Jiho explains that: “Unwholesome is when a boy looks at a girl and tries to see beneath her clothes and imagines her buttons sliding through their holes.” He cocks his head to the side. “Unwholesome is about sex. Everything is about sex.”
“Not everyth---”
“Everything.”
“That’s sad,” Kyung says.
“Not necessarily. Sexual innuendos don’t always have to be so hardcore. I, for one, make do with sweetness.” He digs a mint out of his pocket, unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth before he tosses one at Kyung. It hits him in the chest.
“Unwholesome is everything that makes that primal little part of your brain pop. It’s all those things that make you tingle, all your cravings, and because someone decided that they aren’t good for you, they put a label on it.”
Kyung can tell from the tone of his voice that: “You don’t think it’s bad.”
“No, I don’t. And neither do you.”
When Jiho gets up from his chair, it sways before it falls back with a bang that Jiho doesn’t even seem to hear. Kyung takes a step back, but he isn’t phased, not badly. Jiho plays around - it’s what he does and Kyung accepts it like he has learned to accept all the other quirks.
“Maybe,” Jiho muses as he maneuvers Kyung without even touching him - he steps forward, Kyung steps backward, “the people on the board got all tingly from looking at your pictures, and figured that you’re the dangerous kind.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Kyung huffs, and when he realises that he’s cornered, he holds his hands up in defeat. “I honestly think it’s just unfair that ---”
“I agree with you, but most of our records are sold out already. We did what we set out to do and we promoted ‘Freeze’ for weeks.” Jiho smoothes his thumb up between Kyung’s eyebrows. “Don’t get wrinkles because of it.”
“I’m still handsome.”
“Mmhhm.” Jiho leans over him, placing both hands over Kyung’s head and putting his weight on the wall as he eyes the other boy.
“So… perhaps we should stick to more… wholesome… dates,” Kyung suggests and he’s blushing all the way down he’s neck. Not because he’s embarrassed, but because he’s warm, little shots of electricity shooting out and making the colour of his skin shift to a soft pink.
Jiho smiles, and Kyung mirrors it without even realising it.
“But that wouldn’t be as much fun, now would it,” says Jiho.
Kyung puts his hands on Jiho’s chest, but without pushing him away. “You know,” he says, “I only came in here because I was upset about the song.”
“I’m not going to comfort you, if that’s what you’re after,” Jiho murmurs. He presses into Kyung’s hands, and feels them slide up over his shirt to lock around his neck. “I don’t know why you’re trying to hug me, Kyung.”
Kyung finds an excuse, slipping his fingers into the back of Jiho’s collar. “I’m just checking where you bought your shirt,” he says, snorting at his own lie. “This is unwholesome, isn’t it.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m pretty sure it’s unwholesome,” Jiho smiles.
The End.
Rating: PG-15
Fandom: Block B
Pairing/Characters: Zico/Kyung
Musical Inspiration: "Freeze", Block B
Word Count: 1068
Summary: Zico has a different way of looking at things and gently nudges Kyung in the right direction.
A/N: Originally written for the fic exchange Musical Chairs. Please enjoy!
They don’t like it. It’s too bad, really, because Park Kyung likes it. It’s all up-beat-y and witty - he thought they were being smart about it. It’s the irony of life, he muses as he pushes the studio door open and kicks at the leg of Jiho’s chair.
“They don’t like it.”
The pen keeps scribbling and Kyung’s quota of attention is zero.
“Hello,” he says, and thinks that maybe he should have opened with that.
“I can’t hear you right now.”
Kyung sits on the table at what he believes to be a respectful distance, and waits. It’s okay, he’s patient, but as he sits there, kicking his legs and trying not to drum his fingers against anything, his brain starts processing the Bad News. It’s depressing, that’s what it is, and it makes him sigh.
He sighs a little louder.
“Yes, Kyung, I know you’re there, just let me finish my own thoughts before I deal with yours.”
“Okay.”
He wonders if the board is a bunch of old hags that have moral cookies and ethical porridge for breakfast. He knows it’s not nice, and he’s happy that people can’t actually hear what’s going on inside his head. But Jiho is looking at him now and somehow, Jiho always knows.
“Did you do something bad?” he asks.
“Why would you assume that?” Kyung hops off of the table and prides himself on not flinging his arms out. “It’s banned. ‘Freeze’ is banned.”
Heartbreak, tears and drama. It doesn’t happen.
“Yeah, I heard.”
Kyung wants to be surprised but he can’t really bring himself to - everyone knows that Jiho has poise, he wouldn’t jump out of his skin just because Kyung thinks that the world is tilting. Jiho’s world is always a little askew.
“So what do we do?” The all-mighty brain of Jiho can surely come up with something spectacular and brilliant!
“Nothing.”
Disbeliving, Kyung parrots: “Nothing?”
“There’s nothing we can do. So we do nothing.”
Kyung isn’t happy. He crosses his arms over his chest and almost glares - he’s disappointed, too, because Jiho is the leader and the leader has responsibilities. Jiho is, in fact, the supposed knight in shiny armour and now he’s not even mounting his horse to prepare for battle!
“Besides, all publicity is good publicity,” Jiho reminds him.
It’s a universal truth, so Kyung’s little words don’t match. They look at each other for a while, until Kyung has to break the silence because it keeps clamping down over his throat.
“What are unwholesome dating methods?” he asks.
Something mischievous twinkles like Christmas lights in Jiho’s eyes. Jackpot. “In the eye of the beholder?” he suggests, but Kyung knows better and he keeps frowning, upset that he can’t read Jiho’s mind - he has tried so many times.
“Well, I suppose that it’s the sexual aspect,” Jiho hums, leaning back in his chair. It’s teetering dangerously on its hind legs like an instable horse rearing, and Jiho smiles. “The dirty stuff.”
That makes Kyung pause. “But,” he says after a moment of thought, “the song isn’t dirty.”
“No, but we are.”
“They can’t know that!” he protests. He has already established that they can’t read his mind. He’s safe!
Watching Kyung’s eyes, Jiho explains that: “Unwholesome is when a boy looks at a girl and tries to see beneath her clothes and imagines her buttons sliding through their holes.” He cocks his head to the side. “Unwholesome is about sex. Everything is about sex.”
“Not everyth---”
“Everything.”
“That’s sad,” Kyung says.
“Not necessarily. Sexual innuendos don’t always have to be so hardcore. I, for one, make do with sweetness.” He digs a mint out of his pocket, unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth before he tosses one at Kyung. It hits him in the chest.
“Unwholesome is everything that makes that primal little part of your brain pop. It’s all those things that make you tingle, all your cravings, and because someone decided that they aren’t good for you, they put a label on it.”
Kyung can tell from the tone of his voice that: “You don’t think it’s bad.”
“No, I don’t. And neither do you.”
When Jiho gets up from his chair, it sways before it falls back with a bang that Jiho doesn’t even seem to hear. Kyung takes a step back, but he isn’t phased, not badly. Jiho plays around - it’s what he does and Kyung accepts it like he has learned to accept all the other quirks.
“Maybe,” Jiho muses as he maneuvers Kyung without even touching him - he steps forward, Kyung steps backward, “the people on the board got all tingly from looking at your pictures, and figured that you’re the dangerous kind.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Kyung huffs, and when he realises that he’s cornered, he holds his hands up in defeat. “I honestly think it’s just unfair that ---”
“I agree with you, but most of our records are sold out already. We did what we set out to do and we promoted ‘Freeze’ for weeks.” Jiho smoothes his thumb up between Kyung’s eyebrows. “Don’t get wrinkles because of it.”
“I’m still handsome.”
“Mmhhm.” Jiho leans over him, placing both hands over Kyung’s head and putting his weight on the wall as he eyes the other boy.
“So… perhaps we should stick to more… wholesome… dates,” Kyung suggests and he’s blushing all the way down he’s neck. Not because he’s embarrassed, but because he’s warm, little shots of electricity shooting out and making the colour of his skin shift to a soft pink.
Jiho smiles, and Kyung mirrors it without even realising it.
“But that wouldn’t be as much fun, now would it,” says Jiho.
Kyung puts his hands on Jiho’s chest, but without pushing him away. “You know,” he says, “I only came in here because I was upset about the song.”
“I’m not going to comfort you, if that’s what you’re after,” Jiho murmurs. He presses into Kyung’s hands, and feels them slide up over his shirt to lock around his neck. “I don’t know why you’re trying to hug me, Kyung.”
Kyung finds an excuse, slipping his fingers into the back of Jiho’s collar. “I’m just checking where you bought your shirt,” he says, snorting at his own lie. “This is unwholesome, isn’t it.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m pretty sure it’s unwholesome,” Jiho smiles.
The End.