made in melody
Title: made in melody
Pairing: Bang Yongguk/Choi Junhong (BangZelo/BangLo)
Group: B.A.P
Rating: PG
Notes: short drabble originally posted in thebrowniebunch's Lightning Drabble Round! Cleaned up and expanded (just a little).
Summary: Junhong requests guitar lessons from Yongguk.
“So, hyung,” Junhong says, plopping himself in front of where Yongguk is looking over new lyric sheets in the middle of the composing room. “It’s become clear that you need to teach me to play guitar.”
Yongguk frowns and looks up, thinking Junhong is joking, but the maknae is just looking at him, jaw clenched. There’s unsureness in his expression, though, as if he’s preparing for Yongguk to say no.
“Has it really?” Yongguk asks, marking something on the paper that means absolutely nothing because he’s trying hard not to think of giving Junhong guitar lessons, all the opportunities to touch his hands to rearrange his chords and the hours they’ll get to spend together, just the two of them in the sound room. He feels his face flush and shakes his head to get rid of the thoughts.
“No?” Junhong says, taking the movement for a rejection, and his shoulders slump like his whole body and every dream it’s ever carried is now crushed.
Yongguk looks back at him and knows he’s lost at the defeated expression on Junhong’s face. He sighs. “Yeah, okay, I can.” Setting down the papers, he gets up to grab his guitar.
Junhong looks at him, stunned, as Yongguk sets the guitar in his hands. “Now?”
“Why not?” Yongguk asks, and sits down behind Junhong, at his left shoulder. The body of the guitar comes to rest in the curve of Junhong’s crossed legs, and Yongguk has to admit that the dark finish looks particularly good next to pale skin. Which he should not be thinking about, even when Junhong shifts a little and his basketball shorts ride further up his thighs.
“Okay,” Yongguk says, trying to clear his thoughts, aware that Junhong is staring at him. He hopes Junhong can’t tell he was staring at his legs, though the maknae’s face is hard to read. He wraps his hand around Junhong’s and drags it further up the neck of the guitar. “We’re going to make the C chord.”
-
Three months in, and Yongguk is sure Junhong is trying to drive him mad. He shows up promptly to lessons- whenever their schedule is regular enough to have scheduled lessons- and for the most part is actually an excellent study. When Junhong finds the time to practice between his actual studies and their band activities, Yongguk has no clue, because he personally feels like he barely has enough to eat and sleep.
The problem is, well, during the lessons. Summer is coming up, and the apartment is getting hotter as the days pass and no one can get the AC to work properly. The sound room in particular is quite stuffy, having no windows, and Junhong insists they practice in there (so does Himchan, but Yongguk doesn’t listen to him normally). What this means is shorts and tank tops, for everyone involved.
This wouldn’t be a problem if Yongguk could stop thinking about the exposed slopes of Junhong’s skin when he sits behind him, or the coolness of his fingers when he goes to correct his chords. But he can’t.
Junhong isn’t the slightest bit helpful, smiling shyly when Yongguk compliments him or pressing his shoulder into Yongguk when the leader reaches over to instruct him, skin almost unrealistically smooth. Yongguk has to physically pull himself back at times when the compulsion to slide his hand down the curve of Junhong’s arm becomes too strong, or when Junhong’s bright hair slips off his neck and Yongguk wants to kiss the soft skin behind his ear.
It’s ridiculous, and stupid, because other than the few times they get together to practice guitar, Junhong acts completely normal around him. But when they go into the sound room, there’s a recognizable shift in the atmosphere, and it’s like they immediately gravitate towards each other, touches lingering.
Yongguk is starting to think that Junhong wouldn’t mind if he kissed him, and the idea is so insane that Yongguk declares that he is too busy with the upcoming album to continue Junhong’s lessons right now and one of the other members can take over, right?
Right?
Junhong, though- Junhong stares at him as if he’d just announced that he was leaving the band.
His face crumples. “You’re too busy? Now?” He doesn’t sound particularly convinced.
Yongguk should have come up with a better lie, like I have an incurable allergy to your skin, sorry, but he can’t get his mouth to move.
“I don’t believe you. Tell me the real reason,” Junhong demands, setting the guitar down and turning around to face Yongguk fully.
The hurt lingering in Junhong’s expression makes Yongguk blurt out the truth. “I can’t be around you anymore.”
Part truth. He always was weak to Junhong’s face.
Junhong frowns, and Yongguk does not like the tiny crinkle between his eyebrows. He does not. “You’re around me everyday, hyung.”
“Not like- like, this.” Yongguk waves in front of him, the short distance between their bodies. He feels his breath shorten and suddenly the room seems five times stuffier than before. “So close.”
He should stop talking, and shuts his lips decisively, as if it will close the subject.
No surprise, it doesn’t.
Junhong pauses, then scoots closer to Yongguk on his knees, until he is practically in Yongguk’s lap. Yongguk has to look up at him from this angle, and it’s too easy to imagine wrapping his arms around those narrow shoulders, so he falls back on his hands, trying not to look like he’s terrified but failing.
Junhong sets his hands on Yongguk’s thighs, palms cool against Yongguk’s heated skin. Part of Yongguk regrets wearing basketball shorts while the rest of him rejoices. Junhong’s face nears Yongguk’s and the leader breathes in tightly through his nose, pressing his lips more closely together. Junhong seems to be looking for something, gaze sharp, before his eyes dip across Yongguk’s lips.
“Is this too close?” Junhong asks, voice soft and almost against Yongguk’s mouth. He smells sweet, almost, and Yongguk can feel the warmth of him all over his skin, and he is weak for this, weak for Junhong.
Yongguk wants to answer with words, but can’t help leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to Junhong’s slackened mouth.
Junhong kisses back immediately, following Yongguk when he pulls away in a sudden fear. “No, wait,” Junhong mumbles against his lips, reaching up to cup Yongguk’s face.
He kisses Yongguk more solidly than the leader wants to allow, but who is he to deny Junhong anything. Especially when Junhong climbs fully into his lap, legs spread over his and knees tucked into his hips, and that warmth is so close, making all of his protests die under the softness of Junhong’s touch.
-
Later, Yongguk pokes Junhong in the side, liking his quiet giggle, liking everything about him.
“How did you find time to practice?” he asks. “You’re so good.”
Junhong laughs outright, whole body shaking with it. Finally, he turns to Yongguk with that brilliant smile of his and says in a secret voice still trembling with laughter:
“I already knew how to play.”
-
A/N: Junhong, you little-
Pairing: Bang Yongguk/Choi Junhong (BangZelo/BangLo)
Group: B.A.P
Rating: PG
Notes: short drabble originally posted in thebrowniebunch's Lightning Drabble Round! Cleaned up and expanded (just a little).
Summary: Junhong requests guitar lessons from Yongguk.
“So, hyung,” Junhong says, plopping himself in front of where Yongguk is looking over new lyric sheets in the middle of the composing room. “It’s become clear that you need to teach me to play guitar.”
Yongguk frowns and looks up, thinking Junhong is joking, but the maknae is just looking at him, jaw clenched. There’s unsureness in his expression, though, as if he’s preparing for Yongguk to say no.
“Has it really?” Yongguk asks, marking something on the paper that means absolutely nothing because he’s trying hard not to think of giving Junhong guitar lessons, all the opportunities to touch his hands to rearrange his chords and the hours they’ll get to spend together, just the two of them in the sound room. He feels his face flush and shakes his head to get rid of the thoughts.
“No?” Junhong says, taking the movement for a rejection, and his shoulders slump like his whole body and every dream it’s ever carried is now crushed.
Yongguk looks back at him and knows he’s lost at the defeated expression on Junhong’s face. He sighs. “Yeah, okay, I can.” Setting down the papers, he gets up to grab his guitar.
Junhong looks at him, stunned, as Yongguk sets the guitar in his hands. “Now?”
“Why not?” Yongguk asks, and sits down behind Junhong, at his left shoulder. The body of the guitar comes to rest in the curve of Junhong’s crossed legs, and Yongguk has to admit that the dark finish looks particularly good next to pale skin. Which he should not be thinking about, even when Junhong shifts a little and his basketball shorts ride further up his thighs.
“Okay,” Yongguk says, trying to clear his thoughts, aware that Junhong is staring at him. He hopes Junhong can’t tell he was staring at his legs, though the maknae’s face is hard to read. He wraps his hand around Junhong’s and drags it further up the neck of the guitar. “We’re going to make the C chord.”
-
Three months in, and Yongguk is sure Junhong is trying to drive him mad. He shows up promptly to lessons- whenever their schedule is regular enough to have scheduled lessons- and for the most part is actually an excellent study. When Junhong finds the time to practice between his actual studies and their band activities, Yongguk has no clue, because he personally feels like he barely has enough to eat and sleep.
The problem is, well, during the lessons. Summer is coming up, and the apartment is getting hotter as the days pass and no one can get the AC to work properly. The sound room in particular is quite stuffy, having no windows, and Junhong insists they practice in there (so does Himchan, but Yongguk doesn’t listen to him normally). What this means is shorts and tank tops, for everyone involved.
This wouldn’t be a problem if Yongguk could stop thinking about the exposed slopes of Junhong’s skin when he sits behind him, or the coolness of his fingers when he goes to correct his chords. But he can’t.
Junhong isn’t the slightest bit helpful, smiling shyly when Yongguk compliments him or pressing his shoulder into Yongguk when the leader reaches over to instruct him, skin almost unrealistically smooth. Yongguk has to physically pull himself back at times when the compulsion to slide his hand down the curve of Junhong’s arm becomes too strong, or when Junhong’s bright hair slips off his neck and Yongguk wants to kiss the soft skin behind his ear.
It’s ridiculous, and stupid, because other than the few times they get together to practice guitar, Junhong acts completely normal around him. But when they go into the sound room, there’s a recognizable shift in the atmosphere, and it’s like they immediately gravitate towards each other, touches lingering.
Yongguk is starting to think that Junhong wouldn’t mind if he kissed him, and the idea is so insane that Yongguk declares that he is too busy with the upcoming album to continue Junhong’s lessons right now and one of the other members can take over, right?
Right?
Junhong, though- Junhong stares at him as if he’d just announced that he was leaving the band.
His face crumples. “You’re too busy? Now?” He doesn’t sound particularly convinced.
Yongguk should have come up with a better lie, like I have an incurable allergy to your skin, sorry, but he can’t get his mouth to move.
“I don’t believe you. Tell me the real reason,” Junhong demands, setting the guitar down and turning around to face Yongguk fully.
The hurt lingering in Junhong’s expression makes Yongguk blurt out the truth. “I can’t be around you anymore.”
Part truth. He always was weak to Junhong’s face.
Junhong frowns, and Yongguk does not like the tiny crinkle between his eyebrows. He does not. “You’re around me everyday, hyung.”
“Not like- like, this.” Yongguk waves in front of him, the short distance between their bodies. He feels his breath shorten and suddenly the room seems five times stuffier than before. “So close.”
He should stop talking, and shuts his lips decisively, as if it will close the subject.
No surprise, it doesn’t.
Junhong pauses, then scoots closer to Yongguk on his knees, until he is practically in Yongguk’s lap. Yongguk has to look up at him from this angle, and it’s too easy to imagine wrapping his arms around those narrow shoulders, so he falls back on his hands, trying not to look like he’s terrified but failing.
Junhong sets his hands on Yongguk’s thighs, palms cool against Yongguk’s heated skin. Part of Yongguk regrets wearing basketball shorts while the rest of him rejoices. Junhong’s face nears Yongguk’s and the leader breathes in tightly through his nose, pressing his lips more closely together. Junhong seems to be looking for something, gaze sharp, before his eyes dip across Yongguk’s lips.
“Is this too close?” Junhong asks, voice soft and almost against Yongguk’s mouth. He smells sweet, almost, and Yongguk can feel the warmth of him all over his skin, and he is weak for this, weak for Junhong.
Yongguk wants to answer with words, but can’t help leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to Junhong’s slackened mouth.
Junhong kisses back immediately, following Yongguk when he pulls away in a sudden fear. “No, wait,” Junhong mumbles against his lips, reaching up to cup Yongguk’s face.
He kisses Yongguk more solidly than the leader wants to allow, but who is he to deny Junhong anything. Especially when Junhong climbs fully into his lap, legs spread over his and knees tucked into his hips, and that warmth is so close, making all of his protests die under the softness of Junhong’s touch.
-
Later, Yongguk pokes Junhong in the side, liking his quiet giggle, liking everything about him.
“How did you find time to practice?” he asks. “You’re so good.”
Junhong laughs outright, whole body shaking with it. Finally, he turns to Yongguk with that brilliant smile of his and says in a secret voice still trembling with laughter:
“I already knew how to play.”
-
A/N: Junhong, you little-