troublemaker
Title: troublemaker
Pairing: Kyung/Taewoon (Woo Jiseok)
Group: Block B
Rating: R (R-lite, basically)
Notes: HS!AU WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN? taeillow DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS COUPLE? No one else likes this couple but me and maybe Sar lmao please forgive me. This is entirely the fault of the coordis who decided to put Kyung in a freaking gakuran thanks guys I don't need reminding of every hs yaoi I've ever read because THIS happens ah /sigh. Shameless smuff? Smut/fluff? And yes it is Jiho's brother JISEOK AKA TAEWOON. I can't call him Taewoon bc that's like writing Zico and Bbomb and that stuff does not do. Jiseok it is.
Summary: Woo Jiseok owes Park Kyung money. Money he could be using for buying ramen.
Kyung takes the lapels of Jiseok's uniform jacket and grips tight, pulling him forward until their chests collide with a humph of breath. There are cheers from behind, his friends jeering at him and slapping him on the shoulder or hips. A teacher should round the corner at any moment but Kyung doesn't care, glaring up into Jiseok's sleepy, wide eyes.
"Give me the money, you bastard," Kyung growls, trying as hard as he can to keep his voice several octaves lower than normal. He's aware he normally sounds a bit like a small puppy and a fluffy animal is hardly intimidating.
Jiseok's eyebrows raise, but he says nothing. It's ridiculous how tall and heavy he is, how hard he is to shake even as he puts up no resistance to Kyung's hands.
"Don't fuck with me," Kyung says, using all the power in his small limbs to push Jiseok up against the wall of the hallway. Jiseok's face contracts in pain for a moment, all the breath pushed out of him, but when he opens his eyes he's as calm as ever.
"Money?" Jiseok sounds genuinely confused. His rumble of a voice is several octaves lower than Kyung's, and that's without even trying. Kyung might hate him. "What money?"
Kyung growls and digs his knuckles into Jiseok's chest. Even through his jacket and uniform shirt, he can feel the tautness of Jiseok's pecs and the heat of his body, and it's not distracting. It's not.
He's just opening his mouth to respond when Yukwon grabs his shoulder, leans in and whispers harshly in his ear. "Mr. Kim is coming. Hide. We'll meet up with you outside the gate."
A moment later, his gang starts down the hallway, cheering raucously and generally causing havoc.
Kyung takes the opportunity to slide open a nearby door and drag Jiseok through it with one hand still tangled in his lapels. He slams the door behind them and locks it, whipping around when he feels a body at his back, warmth spreading over his shoulders.
Jiseok is looming over him, a slight smile at the corner of his lips as if he is deliberately trying to be infuriating. He no longer looks confused, just amused, and it sparks a heat in Kyung's stomach that he doesn't want. Kyung grabs his already-twisted lapels and walks him back against the wall of the storage room, tightening his jaw when Jiseok just thumps against it without a word.
"Give me the money, Jiseok," he says, his voice gone a little soft. Fuck. He clears his throat, glad that it's back to a gravelly tone when he speaks next. "30,000 won. You owe me."
Jiseok raises his eyebrows again and Kyung wishes the way his light brown gaze cut through him didn't make him feel a bit legless. "Do I?" he says, his voice gentle.
No, no, this can't happen. Kyung tightens his grip, shoves up against Jiseok until he's sure the taller's shoulder blades are digging into the wall. "Yeah, you do," he says, narrowing his gaze. "I need the money to go out for ramen with my friends, and you have it."
Jiseok squirms in his grip for a moment and Kyung thinks he's finally made him uncomfortable, a sliver of guilt slicing through his heart. Kyung loosens his grip, just a little.
Then Jiseok's thigh slides between Kyung's, the warm press of muscle up the inner curve of his leg. The spark of heat in Kyung's stomach spreads through his blood, pools down deep in his groin.
"Ramen?" Jiseok asks, his hands finally coming up from his sides to cup Kyung's elbows. It's unfair he's so tall and his hands are so large, his fingers can easily reach around the circumference of Kyung's arms.
Kyung swallows, his knees feeling a little bit weak. "Yeah, ramen," he says, and his voice is breathy. What the fuck, what the fuck. Keep going, Kyung, be strong.
But then Jiseok is leaning in and pressing his warm lips against Kyung's temple, then his ear. "I'll buy you some," he says, in a low voice right into Kyung's ear. A shiver works its way straight down Kyung's spine and fuck him for being so sensitive. Kyung tries to tighten his grip on Jiseok's jacket and regain some of his earlier purpose but it's hard to focus with the low spice of Jiseok's cologne surrounding him, the solid heat of his thigh trapping Kyung's legs against him.
"I don't need you to buy me ramen," Kyung says, but his protest is weakened by Jiseok's kisses down his jaw, soft lips against his skin. He holds in a slight moan, swallows it back. "I'm going to go with my friends--"
The last words are silenced as Jiseok kisses him on the mouth, finally. Kyung closes his eyes into the kiss, overwhelmed as always by the gentleness of Jiseok's kisses, the careful way he moves his lips making heat spread over Kyung's skin, goosebumps in its wake.
But Jiseok pulls back too soon, leaves Kyung wanting. "I can take you," he whispers against Kyung's lips.
Kyung doesn't care about protesting; with the heat of his breath over his lips, Kyung just pushes up against him and presses their lips together again.
A laugh or a groan, Kyung doesn't know, rumbles through Jiseok's chest before those long limbs wrap around Kyung's waist and hold him up. When Jiseok licks into his mouth, though, he's grateful for it, because his knees give out a bit. He slumps against Jiseok, and Jiseok moves against him, slides his thigh further between Kyung's legs until the heat of their groins can press together.
Kyung breaks off from the kiss with a deep breath. "Ah, fuck," he swears, barely above a whisper. He's hard and it's so obvious that Jiseok is, too, the solid press of dick against Kyung's hip. And Jiseok is just looking down at him, thick lips already dark with Kyung's kisses and messy hair in Kyung's hands. When did that happen? Kyung wonders dizzily, before Jiseok is kissing him again, grasping at the curve of his ass and his thighs until they're completely pressed together.
The heat gathering in Kyung's groin tightens, makes him strain up against Jiseok's hands until their erections can press together, hot even through the thick layers of their trousers. It's too much, makes Kyung moan into Jiseok's mouth again and squeeze his thighs around Jiseok's, trying to get more and more. Jiseok's hands grip into Kyung's thighs, alternately massaging and trying to keep Kyung moving against him, each pass of friction over his dick enough for Kyung to lose his breath into Jiseok's mouth.
Finally, it's too much and Kyung shudders, breaking away from Jiseok's kiss. His face tightens at the pleasure of the friction and heat and his fingers dig sharply into Jiseok's shoulders. Fuck, and he just came in his pants, this is so embarrassing. Jiseok mouths over his cheek and down his neck, licking over the slight sheen of sweat curling the ends of his hair. His hips stutter against Kyung's a moment later, and wet heat spreads between them.
Well, at least I wasn't the only one, Kyung thinks, slumping bonelessly against Jiseok and pressing his face into Jiseok's jacket. His hands are loose around Jiseok's hips and the heat between their bodies is almost overwhelming but he can't even consider moving. Jiseok's scent surrounds him and the soft rise and fall of his chest is almost enough for Kyung to fall asleep for a moment, Jiseok's hands sliding over the slope of his back.
"Hey," Jiseok whispers against Kyung's ear. Kyung tilts his face back, and it's hard for him to even keep his head up, his body is still alternately throbbing with trace bits of arousal and contentment.
Jiseok just looks at him for a moment and the face he makes seems almost stunned, gaze soft over Kyung's face. Through the buzzing warmth of the aftermath, Kyung feels his heart swell slightly at the look. He swallows hard, sure that Jiseok is about to make some bi--stupid declaration and his breath shorts out.
Instead, Jiseok just cups Kyung's face, his soft palm against his jaw and his long fingers curled through Kyung's hair. He smiles, and it's less confident than before, more private, and it shouldn't be fair to make that smile, at least not directed towards Kyung.
"Can I take you for ramen, then?" he whispers.
He looks so serious that Kyung feels bad for the laugh that bursts out of him at the reversion in topic. With the last of his energy, Kyung lifts himself onto his toes and kisses Jiseok's face, over the slight turn-down at the corners of his lips, until Jiseok returns it.
He slumps back down against Jiseok's chest, sure he's smiling in a stupid way but too content to care. With one hand he flattens out Jiseok's crumpled lapels, but it might be too late for the jacket. "You're my boyfriend, shouldn't you be bored of taking me to ramen?" he asks, tilting his head back until he can see Jiseok's face.
Jiseok's eyes crinkle as he smiles, in that way that always makes something pang in Kyung's heart. "I think being your boyfriend means I want to take you out to eat," Jiseok says, tweaking Kyung's cheek. "Or just out."
Kyung tries to frown but it's hard when the oddly bubbly feeling in his chest makes him want to laugh. Finally he slaps at Jiseok's chest and pulls himself up, saying, "Let's go, then."
His legs are a little bit weak but, he notices, so are Jiseok's, as they head to the bathroom for a little bit of a cleanup.
He tries not to grin too largely but Jiseok catches the look anyway and bundles him up against a stall to kiss him breathless again, saying, "Don't you make fun of me, Park Kyung." It's not as effective when his voice is trembling with the same amusement.
-
At the back gate, Kyung spots Yukwon and the others waiting. Kyung pushes Jiseok behind him, whispering, "Walk faster!"
With a huge smile he waves at them, trotting after Jiseok and not letting them stop. "He's going to buy me ramen!" he yells, "see you suckers later!"
When they make to stand up and follow, Kyung turns and starts to run, Jiseok on his heels.
Pairing: Kyung/Taewoon (Woo Jiseok)
Group: Block B
Rating: R (R-lite, basically)
Notes: HS!AU WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN? taeillow DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS COUPLE? No one else likes this couple but me and maybe Sar lmao please forgive me. This is entirely the fault of the coordis who decided to put Kyung in a freaking gakuran thanks guys I don't need reminding of every hs yaoi I've ever read because THIS happens ah /sigh. Shameless smuff? Smut/fluff? And yes it is Jiho's brother JISEOK AKA TAEWOON. I can't call him Taewoon bc that's like writing Zico and Bbomb and that stuff does not do. Jiseok it is.
Summary: Woo Jiseok owes Park Kyung money. Money he could be using for buying ramen.
Kyung takes the lapels of Jiseok's uniform jacket and grips tight, pulling him forward until their chests collide with a humph of breath. There are cheers from behind, his friends jeering at him and slapping him on the shoulder or hips. A teacher should round the corner at any moment but Kyung doesn't care, glaring up into Jiseok's sleepy, wide eyes.
"Give me the money, you bastard," Kyung growls, trying as hard as he can to keep his voice several octaves lower than normal. He's aware he normally sounds a bit like a small puppy and a fluffy animal is hardly intimidating.
Jiseok's eyebrows raise, but he says nothing. It's ridiculous how tall and heavy he is, how hard he is to shake even as he puts up no resistance to Kyung's hands.
"Don't fuck with me," Kyung says, using all the power in his small limbs to push Jiseok up against the wall of the hallway. Jiseok's face contracts in pain for a moment, all the breath pushed out of him, but when he opens his eyes he's as calm as ever.
"Money?" Jiseok sounds genuinely confused. His rumble of a voice is several octaves lower than Kyung's, and that's without even trying. Kyung might hate him. "What money?"
Kyung growls and digs his knuckles into Jiseok's chest. Even through his jacket and uniform shirt, he can feel the tautness of Jiseok's pecs and the heat of his body, and it's not distracting. It's not.
He's just opening his mouth to respond when Yukwon grabs his shoulder, leans in and whispers harshly in his ear. "Mr. Kim is coming. Hide. We'll meet up with you outside the gate."
A moment later, his gang starts down the hallway, cheering raucously and generally causing havoc.
Kyung takes the opportunity to slide open a nearby door and drag Jiseok through it with one hand still tangled in his lapels. He slams the door behind them and locks it, whipping around when he feels a body at his back, warmth spreading over his shoulders.
Jiseok is looming over him, a slight smile at the corner of his lips as if he is deliberately trying to be infuriating. He no longer looks confused, just amused, and it sparks a heat in Kyung's stomach that he doesn't want. Kyung grabs his already-twisted lapels and walks him back against the wall of the storage room, tightening his jaw when Jiseok just thumps against it without a word.
"Give me the money, Jiseok," he says, his voice gone a little soft. Fuck. He clears his throat, glad that it's back to a gravelly tone when he speaks next. "30,000 won. You owe me."
Jiseok raises his eyebrows again and Kyung wishes the way his light brown gaze cut through him didn't make him feel a bit legless. "Do I?" he says, his voice gentle.
No, no, this can't happen. Kyung tightens his grip, shoves up against Jiseok until he's sure the taller's shoulder blades are digging into the wall. "Yeah, you do," he says, narrowing his gaze. "I need the money to go out for ramen with my friends, and you have it."
Jiseok squirms in his grip for a moment and Kyung thinks he's finally made him uncomfortable, a sliver of guilt slicing through his heart. Kyung loosens his grip, just a little.
Then Jiseok's thigh slides between Kyung's, the warm press of muscle up the inner curve of his leg. The spark of heat in Kyung's stomach spreads through his blood, pools down deep in his groin.
"Ramen?" Jiseok asks, his hands finally coming up from his sides to cup Kyung's elbows. It's unfair he's so tall and his hands are so large, his fingers can easily reach around the circumference of Kyung's arms.
Kyung swallows, his knees feeling a little bit weak. "Yeah, ramen," he says, and his voice is breathy. What the fuck, what the fuck. Keep going, Kyung, be strong.
But then Jiseok is leaning in and pressing his warm lips against Kyung's temple, then his ear. "I'll buy you some," he says, in a low voice right into Kyung's ear. A shiver works its way straight down Kyung's spine and fuck him for being so sensitive. Kyung tries to tighten his grip on Jiseok's jacket and regain some of his earlier purpose but it's hard to focus with the low spice of Jiseok's cologne surrounding him, the solid heat of his thigh trapping Kyung's legs against him.
"I don't need you to buy me ramen," Kyung says, but his protest is weakened by Jiseok's kisses down his jaw, soft lips against his skin. He holds in a slight moan, swallows it back. "I'm going to go with my friends--"
The last words are silenced as Jiseok kisses him on the mouth, finally. Kyung closes his eyes into the kiss, overwhelmed as always by the gentleness of Jiseok's kisses, the careful way he moves his lips making heat spread over Kyung's skin, goosebumps in its wake.
But Jiseok pulls back too soon, leaves Kyung wanting. "I can take you," he whispers against Kyung's lips.
Kyung doesn't care about protesting; with the heat of his breath over his lips, Kyung just pushes up against him and presses their lips together again.
A laugh or a groan, Kyung doesn't know, rumbles through Jiseok's chest before those long limbs wrap around Kyung's waist and hold him up. When Jiseok licks into his mouth, though, he's grateful for it, because his knees give out a bit. He slumps against Jiseok, and Jiseok moves against him, slides his thigh further between Kyung's legs until the heat of their groins can press together.
Kyung breaks off from the kiss with a deep breath. "Ah, fuck," he swears, barely above a whisper. He's hard and it's so obvious that Jiseok is, too, the solid press of dick against Kyung's hip. And Jiseok is just looking down at him, thick lips already dark with Kyung's kisses and messy hair in Kyung's hands. When did that happen? Kyung wonders dizzily, before Jiseok is kissing him again, grasping at the curve of his ass and his thighs until they're completely pressed together.
The heat gathering in Kyung's groin tightens, makes him strain up against Jiseok's hands until their erections can press together, hot even through the thick layers of their trousers. It's too much, makes Kyung moan into Jiseok's mouth again and squeeze his thighs around Jiseok's, trying to get more and more. Jiseok's hands grip into Kyung's thighs, alternately massaging and trying to keep Kyung moving against him, each pass of friction over his dick enough for Kyung to lose his breath into Jiseok's mouth.
Finally, it's too much and Kyung shudders, breaking away from Jiseok's kiss. His face tightens at the pleasure of the friction and heat and his fingers dig sharply into Jiseok's shoulders. Fuck, and he just came in his pants, this is so embarrassing. Jiseok mouths over his cheek and down his neck, licking over the slight sheen of sweat curling the ends of his hair. His hips stutter against Kyung's a moment later, and wet heat spreads between them.
Well, at least I wasn't the only one, Kyung thinks, slumping bonelessly against Jiseok and pressing his face into Jiseok's jacket. His hands are loose around Jiseok's hips and the heat between their bodies is almost overwhelming but he can't even consider moving. Jiseok's scent surrounds him and the soft rise and fall of his chest is almost enough for Kyung to fall asleep for a moment, Jiseok's hands sliding over the slope of his back.
"Hey," Jiseok whispers against Kyung's ear. Kyung tilts his face back, and it's hard for him to even keep his head up, his body is still alternately throbbing with trace bits of arousal and contentment.
Jiseok just looks at him for a moment and the face he makes seems almost stunned, gaze soft over Kyung's face. Through the buzzing warmth of the aftermath, Kyung feels his heart swell slightly at the look. He swallows hard, sure that Jiseok is about to make some bi--stupid declaration and his breath shorts out.
Instead, Jiseok just cups Kyung's face, his soft palm against his jaw and his long fingers curled through Kyung's hair. He smiles, and it's less confident than before, more private, and it shouldn't be fair to make that smile, at least not directed towards Kyung.
"Can I take you for ramen, then?" he whispers.
He looks so serious that Kyung feels bad for the laugh that bursts out of him at the reversion in topic. With the last of his energy, Kyung lifts himself onto his toes and kisses Jiseok's face, over the slight turn-down at the corners of his lips, until Jiseok returns it.
He slumps back down against Jiseok's chest, sure he's smiling in a stupid way but too content to care. With one hand he flattens out Jiseok's crumpled lapels, but it might be too late for the jacket. "You're my boyfriend, shouldn't you be bored of taking me to ramen?" he asks, tilting his head back until he can see Jiseok's face.
Jiseok's eyes crinkle as he smiles, in that way that always makes something pang in Kyung's heart. "I think being your boyfriend means I want to take you out to eat," Jiseok says, tweaking Kyung's cheek. "Or just out."
Kyung tries to frown but it's hard when the oddly bubbly feeling in his chest makes him want to laugh. Finally he slaps at Jiseok's chest and pulls himself up, saying, "Let's go, then."
His legs are a little bit weak but, he notices, so are Jiseok's, as they head to the bathroom for a little bit of a cleanup.
He tries not to grin too largely but Jiseok catches the look anyway and bundles him up against a stall to kiss him breathless again, saying, "Don't you make fun of me, Park Kyung." It's not as effective when his voice is trembling with the same amusement.
-
At the back gate, Kyung spots Yukwon and the others waiting. Kyung pushes Jiseok behind him, whispering, "Walk faster!"
With a huge smile he waves at them, trotting after Jiseok and not letting them stop. "He's going to buy me ramen!" he yells, "see you suckers later!"
When they make to stand up and follow, Kyung turns and starts to run, Jiseok on his heels.