10 KangSung Drabbles
Youngwoon.
“Milk helps more than bread.”
Confused but thankful, Yesung accepted the glass of milk with grateful hands.
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Yesung grumbled as he picked his wedgie. He just had to ask a question which required him to dangle upside down from his freaking feet. He could practically feel his boyfriend’s pointed gaze on his ass during the experiment. He grabbed his pink coat, looking around for a secluded area so he could change when he felt a hand latch onto his behind giving it a harsh squeeze.
A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he spun around only to be met with Youngwoon’s mischievous grin, “Break is only 10 minutes.”
Yesung rolled his eyes. Nevertheless, he let Kangin drag him into the bathroom.
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“I hate you.”
Yesung didn’t know it was possible but Kangin’s grin became wider at those words, “You couldn’t even beat Hyukie at arm wrestling.” He teased again, poking Yesung’s cheek. Yesung glared at the younger man, wanting to rip the smile of his face, “I can beat him! You know it was just because of the spinning thing he won!” He exclaimed, wringing his hands in frustration, “Ugh. Whatever,” Yesung gave up, turning over on his side so he faced the wall, “I hate you.” He repeated.
Kangin chuckled as he watched Yesung flop onto his side. He could practically see the cute pout on his lips. Turning Yesung so he lied flat on his back, Kangin climbed on top of the smaller man, planting a kiss on his pout.
“I love you.”
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Kangin was slumped over the dinner table, his head resting on the surface. Yesung sighed and walked over to his intoxicated friend.
“Youngwoon?” He lightly shook Kangin’s shoulder.
“Yesung? Is that you?” Kangin mumbled, lifting his head.
“Yes, it’s Yesung,” Yesung replied softly, “Let’s get you to bed, hm?” He prayed that Kangin would cooperate with him because he did not feel like carrying the bigger man to his bedroom tonight.
“Waaiiiit,” Kangin slurred waving his hands in the air, knocking Yesung’s head in the process, “You gotta drink a shot first, Yesungie.”
He frowned, “I don’t feel like drinking. I have a schedule tomorrow. You have one too,” he reminded Kangin.
“So whattt? Don’t be a baby. Drink it, Yesung!” Kangin demanded, pushing a shot towards him.
Rolling his eyes, he decided to play along, “Fine.” He downed the liquor, feeling it burn and blister his throat. He grimaced at the taste, “Happy?”
Kangin let out a bellowing laugh, “Very.”
“But you know what, Jongwoonie?” asked Kangin, traces of laughter still etched on his face, “I think I hate you.”
Downing another shot of liquor never seemed more appealing to Yesung.
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Yesung shook his head awake, his whole body radiating drowsiness. He glanced around, his members still laughing and giggling from the after effects of the laughing gas. Heaving a big sigh, Yesung shuffled to the back and collapsed on the couch. Curling up at the end of the couch, he was about to fall asleep when he felt the couch dip, his body lurching awkwardly to the extra weight.
“You’re such an idiot.”
Yesung grumbled, opening his eyes to mere slits. Youngwoon. “Leave me alone, Youngwoon,” he murmured his mind already hazy and foggy with sleep.
“Shut up,” he heard Kangin grunt as he moved Yesung so that his head rested on his lap, “Your big head is heavy so you better be thankful.”
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“I never knew you were so flexible,” Kangin growled hotly into the smaller man’s ear, pressing Yesung harder into the wall. He heard Yesung groaned in response, felt the small hands clutching his shoulder, pulling him closer. Kangin smirked, tightening his grip around Yesung’s hips and hoisting him higher on the wall, forcing the older man to wrap his legs around his waist.
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“Congratulations,” Yesung said a smile stretched across his face.
“I… I’m sorry, Jongwoon,” the younger man confessed.
Yesung suppressed the sudden overwhelming emotions stirring in his chest. Flipping, twisting, tossing, spinning. “Don’t be silly,” he swallowed the painful lump, “You deserve to get married. She’s beautiful.”
Gratefulness pouring from his eyes, Kangin said softly, “You don’t know how much that means to me.”
You don’t know how much you mean to me.
“You know what, Jongwoon? I….”
I love you.
“Please…”
Please tell me you want me. I promise I’ll change. I won’t joke around too much. I’ll look at you, and only you. I’ll try my best… Let me hear those three words. Please…
“…I hope we stay good friends.”
Feeling the lump in his throat grow impossibly larger, he quickly embraced the bigger man, hot tears already trailing down his cheeks, “I hope so too,” he whispered despite knowing that this was their good bye.
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Kangin watched with hawk eyes as Yesung was so called “dancing.” He was twisting and waving his body, causing his pants to bunch up around his ass, making it appear even more full and tight. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, his hands itching to grab Jongwoon and throw him on the floor so he can take his boyfriend right then and there.
“Do that again and you’re dead.” Kangin growled, when Yesung’s dance sequence was finished, pulling the smaller man by his name tag, dragging him away from the spot light.
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Yesung took a shaky breath and collapsed against the wall, his hands and knees trembling.
“Yesung hyung kissed me first!” Eunhyuk’s triumphant glee echoed throughout the changing room, “All of you owe me 20,000 won each.”
Yesung buried his face in his arm, hot tears gathering in his eyes. Biting his lips, he tried to steady his harsh, uneven breathing.
“Are you okay?”
Yesung let out an alarmed squeak, his whole body jolting due to the surprise, “I’m fine,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes, removing any traces of tears. When he looked back up, he was flabbergasted to find a hand in front of his face.
“Come on, I’ll beat up Hyukjae for you.”
Yesung let out a small smile and placed his hand on top of Youngwoon’s, letting himself be dragged up.
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“Can you shut the hell up?!” Kangin screamed in frustration, kicking his blankets, “I’m trying to sleep!” He huffed, burying his head into his pillow. Hearing Yesung whine again, he sighed the biggest sigh in the history of sighs. “Fine. Fine. I’m up. Happy?” He asked between clenched teeth. Yesung showed his delight by clambering on top of his chest and showering his face with kisses.
He sighed again, shoving Yesung to the side, “Come on, let’s go on a walk,” he said grabbing a hat and a sweater.
Yesung barked happily, his tail wagging.
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