it wouldn't be valentine's day without you.
together, we're in a glass case of emotion.
snsd. jessica/hyoyeon. pg.
for: voorpret. prompt: conflict.
they're at the point in every friendship where feelings are just a matter of semantics.
“Where’s the boyfriend?”
Jessica didn’t even glance up from her magazine as the door to her apartment opened and someone entered, too engrossed in an enthralling article about skin care.
The newcomer glanced around the otherwise empty front area and scoffed. “I could ask you the same thing. Last I heard you two were pretty much shacking up.”
At that, Jessica did look up, eyebrows knitting across her forehead. Hyoyeon had walked straight into the kitchen and started digging in the fridge for something. She got up, tossing her magazine aside, and followed her, leaning a hip against the counter and appreciating the back view of her….friend.
“You know he doesn’t live here. You spend enough time holed up in Hyukjae’s apartment to know he’s never here.” She folds her arms across her chest, eyebrow arched.
Hyoyeon laughs, shutting the fridge with her foot and leaning against the door. She has a soda in her hand and Jessica’s jaw clenches when she realizes it’s one of her diet ones. She doesn’t stop the other girl from popping it open though.
“Hmm, you sound jealous. Worried I’m not spending enough time with my Ice Princess?” Hyoyeon’s mostly joking, Jessica can hear it in her voice, but there is a glimmer of truth in them that has her on edge.
“Please. Me, jealous? You wish I cared enough about you and your dancing monkey of a boyfriend’s bedroom escapades,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes hard enough that she momentarily thinks she’s pulled something.
Hyoyeon must find her amusing because she laughs more, covering her mouth as chokes a little on her soda. “Sounds like jealousy, Sica,” she remarks after catching her breath. Hyoyeon pushes herself away from fridge and walks closer to her friend, setting the can onto the counter near her hip.
“Finally starting to fall for me?” she asks, hooking her fingers in the loops of her shorts, tugging just enough to bare a strip of pale skin.
Jessica meets her gaze, never one to pull away, and straightens up, letting her hands encircle Hyoyeon’s wrists. “Not until you admit you love me,” she responds coolly.
Something erupts in the modest space between their bodies and Jessica finds herself pressed fully against the counter, Hyoyeon bridging the gap between their bodies with comfortable ease.
“That’d be too easy and you know I like a good challenge,” she mutters before pressing their lips together.
Jessica responds quickly, sliding her hands up Hyoyeon’s arms to grip around her biceps, tugging her impossibly closer. Her mouth opens up to the younger girls and their tongues slide together, causing them to moan out.
Hyoyeon’s only just managed to push up the hem of Jessica’s shirt when her back pocket starts vibrating and her ringtone goes off. She hasn’t even thought about ignoring it when a shrill chiming goes off in the living room. Jessica’s phone.
“It’s your boyfriend, isn’t it?” she questions and Jessica nods against her shoulder.
“Yours too, huh?”
Hyoyeon doesn’t answer her, just removes one hand form her waist to dig her phone out her pocket, flipping it open and answering quickly.
“Oh, oppa, you called. Who? Yeah…Jessica’s with me…I’ll tell her to call him.”
She continues talking, but Jessica doesn’t really care anymore. She pulls away and leaves the kitchen, scooping her own phone off the coffee table and dialing her own boyfriend’s number. She’s still staring at Hyoyeon through the archway when he picks up, greeting her enthusiastically.
“Yeah, Donghae-oppa. I couldn’t reach my phone.”
i don't have a heart condition, just you.
u-kiss. eli/kevin. g.
for: sayonarasunday. prompt: a pavlov's dogs dynamic.
there's only so much he can take before it becomes too much.
It doesn’t take long before even the mention of his name sends a thrilling tingle down Kevin’s spine.
His heart beats a little faster, his breath comes a litter quicker, and his body feels like electricity is pumping through his veins rather than blood.
For Kevin, Eli had become the ultimate drug.
When they were together, Kevin only looked toward him. When they were apart, Kevin only thought about him. When they were together, Kevin kept their fingers laced together, comforted by the slightly larger hand wrapped around his own slim fingers. When they were apart, Kevin kept pictures and pictures of Eli on his phone that he spent his time staring at until they could meet up again.
“Do you feel like I do when we’re apart?” He’d asked before, when they were alone in Eli’s room, sprawled across his mattress despite the hot and humid weather.
“How do you feel?”
Kevin shifted, turning his head so he could look fully at Eli, and shrugged. “Anxious. A little on edge that I can’t see you, but when I do…it’s like my body goes into complete overdrive. Everything just starts moving faster. My skin gets flushed, my heart races, and I can’t catch my breath,” he confesses, imploring with his eyes for Eli to understand.
Eli’s face is unreadable for a few moments and Kevin briefly wonders if his wasn’t a normal response when he finally answers.
“I don’t feel that way,” he says and Kevin’s heart sinks a little before Eli continues. “As soon as we get together, I feel calm, relaxed. My mind becomes clearer and my attention focuses. Pinpoints on you like you’re the light at a really dark and creepy tunnel, you know?”
Kevin swallows before nodding, shifting even closer to Eli until there isn’t more than a hairs breadth of space between their bodies. He links their fingers together and, for the first time, he doesn’t only notice his pulse racing through the thin skin of his wrist, but Eli’s too; he can feel his calm, steady pulse like a grounding counterpoint to his own.
For the first time in a long time, Eli’s presence is soothing.
“Yeah…I think I do.”
you call it a perversion, i call it a kink.
b1a4. sandeul/baro. r.
for: hotarumyst. prompt: porn.
when left alone, it's only a matter of time before someone loses their pants.
There’s an overwhelming feeling of wrongness at what he’s doing, but Baro doesn’t have it in him to stop. After glancing down the empty area around him, he presses closer to the wall outside of Sandeul’s changing room, the crack in the door just enough that he has a full body view of his friend.
Sandeul has his shirt almost off and when the checkered material falls to the floor, Baro swallows, biting at his bottom lip as more lightly muscled skin is bared for him.
He can feel himself growing hard and doesn’t hesitate to palm himself through his jeans as Sandeul reaches for his belt, undoing it with ease and letting it collect on the floor with his other clothes.
Baro’s one step away from sticking his hand down his pants when Sandeul shifts , looking straight into the full length mirror in front of him. His eyes widen when he realizes Sandeul’s looking at him and he quickly moves away from the door, pressing his back against the wall.
“Are you going to keep watching like a pervert or come in?” Sandeul calls out, loud enough that Baro can hear him, but not loud enough for his voice to carry. He doesn’t respond and starts to think he’d imagined everything when the door opens and Sandeul’s standing there, arms folded over his chest and jeans hanging loosely on his waist, the red band of his underwear visible.
“I-uh,” he stutters, but Sandeul just pulls him inside with a grin, sliding the door closed behind him and pushing Baro against it.
“I knew you liked to watch, why do you think I left the door cracked?”
Baro blinks, surprised, but soon he has a matching grin on his face and pulls Sandeul towards him so their bodies are flush together, their hips lining up in a way that makes Baro bite back a moan.
Sandeul has his hands clenched in the material of his hoodie and his face pressed in the crook of Baro’s neck, laying kiss after kiss on the exposed skin.
“Sandeul, turn around.” Baro pushes at his friend’s hips until he turns, back pressed against his front and facing the direction of the mirror.
With the door closed their directly in view of the full length mirror. Baro can see the exposed skin of Sandeul’s stomach where his tank top rucked up, the ridge of his hipbone against the stretchy fabric of his underwear, and the flush already blooming on his cheeks.
“Sandeul…touch yourself…” Baro surprises himself at what he says, but their eyes meet in the mirror and Sandeul gives him a slight nod, shifting so that he’s relaxing full against the blond.
Baro watches as Sandeul slides his hand down his chest and to the waistband of his jeans; undoing the button and wriggling them lower on his hips. He can see the line of his erection through his underwear and swallows as Sandeul rubs himself, soft whimpers giving out to louder moans when he slides his hand down the front of his underwear, fully stroking himself.
Baro can’t take his eyes off the mirror, intently watching every move the other boy makes. Sandeul’s always been loud during sex; responsive to the smallest of touches and it sends Baro in a frenzy of his own watching him get himself off.
Sandeul’s head falls back against his shoulder, lips just brushing Baro’s neck, but his attention is on the movement of his wrist as he jerks his cock in smooth strokes. He pushes his underwear further down his hips, not wanting even the smallest piece of his view obstructed, and Sandeul lets out a low whine as the rough, elastic material brushes against the sensitive skin of his thighs.
“Ba-Baro, I’m close…so close,” Sandeul gasps out; arm moving even faster to bring himself to completion and Baro tightens his grip on the other boy’s hips, pressing himself against his backside. He’s close enough that it’s only going to take a few minutes with his right hand to finish him off, but he wants to wait, to watch Sandeul come all over his hand.
Sandeul doesn’t disappoint. Baro almost doesn’t know where to look when he comes; watching as his hand and lower stomach become sticky with his release, his chest damp and heaving from exertion or the look of complete bliss on his face as he rides his orgasmic high.
Baro shifts just enough so that he can push his own hand past the band of his underwear and it only takes a couple of tugs on his cock before his coming in his under wear, forehead pressed against Sandeul’s shoulder.
“Pervert. You got off just by watching me get off?” Sandeul interrupts his foggy, post-orgasm haze with a chuckle and pushes away from him, pulling his tank top off to clean himself up.
Baro doesn’t answer for a moment, leaning full against the door as his legs turn to jelly. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you when I’m working out,” he remarks, looking around the changing room with something to clean his own mess up with. The thought of going back to the dorm in his state was unpleasant, to say the least.
“I’m a teenager. I get hard watching Shinwoo hyung work out.”
“Yah!”
equal opportunity badboy.
b1a4. sandeul/gongchan. r.
for: kantamu. prompt: top!badboy!gongchan porn.
the reason ducks walk in a line is so they never get lost
It all starts when Junghwan’s walking home and a hand suddenly clenches around his arm and he finds himself pulled into an alleyway that smells of ramen and stale kimchi. He doesn’t fight, barely even flinches; things like this happen quite often to him and he’s learned to just go with the flow.
The boy attached to his arm is tall and impossibly good looking, the kind of good looking that’s in magazines wearing expensive suits and fancy watches, not slouchy school uniforms and an overgrown haircut.
“Are you lost, ducky?” They ask, trailing long fingers down the side of his face. “Seems like it. I don’t usually see uniforms like yours around here.”
Junghwan shakes his head, ignoring the slight shudder that runs through his body. He’d gotten off at the wrong bus stop, putting him in the district of a different high school. He hadn’t been worried at the time since he was sure he knew the area well enough to get home, but now he wasn’t so sure.
“I think you are. How about this? I help you find your way back to the pond, and you repay me a favor?” The boy asked and Junghwan hesitates only for a moment before nodding.
“Alright…what do you want?” Junghwan looked up, locking eyes with the taller boy. His eyelids were different; one single lidded the other double. Junghwan thought it was charming.
The boy didn’t say anything, just presses Junghwan against the cold brick and looks him over with an appreciative gaze, stopping on his face before moving slightly lower to his lips.
“Your lips…are pretty…”
Junghwan is momentarily confused, but he isn’t given the chance to voice his confusion before the boy is pressing down on his shoulders, pushing him to his knees. He hits the ground with a thud, thankful the alley, though dark and smelling of food, seemed comparatively cleaner than the alleys he sees in movies.
“Never done this before? I wouldn’t be surprised, you look too cute and innocent to be doing this kind of thing,” the boy says, running his hand through Junghwan’s hair and using the other to tilt his chin up.
“I’ll explain it for you. I’m going to pull my dick out and you’re going to wrap those pretty lips of yours around it. Sound simple?”
Junghwan blinks up at him through his bangs before nodding slowly, watching as a grin spreads across the boy’s face.
“Perfect.”
That’s how Junghwan ends up on his knees for some neighborhood badboy that looks like he just stepped out of a photoshoot and talks like he belongs in some gritty UK television series. He’s surprisingly okay with it, it’s better than being beat up or wandering around until he freezes from the cold.
The boy, whose name he still doesn’t know, is either quite easy to please or Junghwan’s finally found something other than high jump and singing that he’s good at.
The boy takes the reigns, quite literally, tangling his fingers in Junghwan’s hair to keep him still and thrusting in his mouth with the ease of someone who’s probably been on the receiving end more than a few times. He moans and grunts and curses spill out of his mouth faster than Junghwan can even begin to make sense of them.
Junghwan feels his eyes burn and a prickling sensation start at the back of his throat when the boy thrusts deeper than he can take, leaning forward to rest his free hand on the brick wall behind him.
He lets up soon though, cock slipping from Junghwan’s mouth and he hurries to take in a few refreshing breaths of air before it returns, sliding wetly against his lips before slipping back inside his mouth. This time, he takes the initiative and brings his hands up to grip around the boy’s bony hips, holding him steady as he works his mouth up and down the length of his dick.
There are more moans and curses coming from the boys mouth and sooner than Junghwan expected, his hair’s being tugged at and the boy pushes in all the way suddenly, he’s coming, and Junghwan has no choice but to swallow because he really doesn’t want to explain stains on his uniform to his mother.
The boy pulls out after basking in his release, easily putting himself back together and moving away from the wall. Junghwan sits back on his heels, hand pressed against his mouth, and looks toward him. The sun’s just starting to set, backlighting his body in a pretty glow.
“What,” he clears his throat, “What’s your name?”
The boy smirks, walking back towards him, before answering, “You can call me Chansik, Ducky. And if you tell me where you live, I can help you with your own problem, how’s that sound?”
Junghwan thinks that sounds pretty good actually.
a series of confusing events.
b1a4. cnu/everyone. pg.
for: hakkais_shadow. prompt: making passes at boys who wear glasses.
the best looking people are the ones that don't know it.
Dongwoo spends an extra 15 minutes getting ready for school that morning. He’d somehow managed to break his glasses and had to scramble around his bedroom for the spare pair until his mother helpfully told him they were in the medicine cabinet.
They were a little nicer than the ones he’d broken, but the prescription wasn’t quite right, which he knows isn’t quite a good enough reason that everyone else seemed to have gone crazy through the night.
He rides the same bus every morning without fail, but since he was late, he’s intensely aware of the change on the bus. He’s used to being one of a handful of students who ride that bus, so seeing it dominated by high school students is jarring. Most of them seem to be underclassmen, so he can’t even fake his way into sitting next to someone.
Dongwoo ends up sandwiched between two kids that smell like soybean paste and inwardly curses his morning clumsiness.
“Oh, hyung! What are you doing here?”
Dongwoo is startled by a familiar voice and turns his head to see where it had come from. A smile erupts on his face as he recognizes a younger classmate of his.
Junghwan jabs at the boy next to him until he scoots over, Junghwan doing the same until there’s enough room for Dongwoo to join them on the row of seats.
He sits gratefully, rubbing his shoulder, and thanks the younger boy. Junghwan doesn’t respond, staring intently at his face for long enough that Dongwoo gets a little self-conscious.
“What is it?”
Junghwan shakes his head and scoots over so he’s pressed right against Dongwoo’s side. “Nothing, nothing. Hyung, you just look really cool this morning.”
Dongwoo spends the rest of the bus ride with Junghwan staring at him with a dopey smile on his face.
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He’s sure it was an isolated incident until he gets to his homeroom class and is greeted enthusiastically by his best friend and class leader, Jinyoung.
“Dongwoo-yah! You’re late, why?” he asks, steering them towards their seats near the window. He perches on Dongwoo’s desktop and stares down at him while he unpacks his bag.
“I broke my glasses and it took me a while to find these,” he answers, motioning to the black frames perched on his nose.
Jinyoung makes an odd sound and he looks up, surprised to see Jinyoung’s face so close to his. He leans back but Jinyoung just follows, eyes narrowed in a way that Dongwoo’s only seen a few times before, usually when they were watching idol groups on his phone.
“Dongwoo, what are you doing later today? We could got to my house…watch some…movies?” He asks, completely out of the blue and Dongwoo just shrugs.
“Uh, I can’t. I’ve got practice later on, but maybe some other time.”
Jinyoung frowns, but shrugs. “Shame. It would’ve been a lot of fun,” he says and reaches out, cupping Dongwoo’s cheek.
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Dongwoo spends the rest of the day in a daze. He finds more people staring at him than usual and it bothers him; he isn’t used to being stared at. Sure he didn’t wear these frames often, but he didn’t think he looked that much different with them on. He makes a note to get a new pair as soon as he could anyway.
Basketball practice was always the highlight of his week; he liked the feeling of his heart pounding and the burn of his muscles as he ran up and down the court. He was captain that year which meant he was in charge of the flow of practice so when Sunwoo takes a ball to the back of the head twice in the span of one drill, he calls practice to an early end.
“Sunwoo, is something wrong?” He pulls the younger player over while everyone else runs off to get water or text their parents.
Sunwoo shakes his head and steadily avoids looking him in the face, which confuses Dongwoo. He reaches out, gripping his shoulder.
“If something’s bothering you, you know you can tell me, right? I’m not only your captain, but your hyung too,” he tells him and Sunwoo finally drags his gaze away from the floor to look at him.
“Nothing’s wrong hyung, I’m just a little preoccupied suddenly. I’m sure it’ll blow over….hopefully,” he answers but he’s still not looking Dongwoo in the eye which Dongwoo’s always taken as a sign he’s hiding something.
“It isn’t…girl troubles…is it?” he asks after a moment. The basketball team as a whole is quite popular and more than once Dongwoo’s had to counsel one of his teammates as they went through a break up or started dating or some other romance related trouble.
“No! …well, yes, kind of. Have you ever been around someone for a while and before you thought they were just normal and you were friends, but then they changed something and now all you can think about is pressing them against eh nearest flat surface and kissing their brains out?”
Dongwoo blinks and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Ah, me? No…not really, but I understand. Just, maybe you’re starting to feel something for that person and you should…make a move,” he tells him, wincing when he realizes he’s basically spouting advice from a drama he’d been watching.
Sunwoo nods along, looking a lot brighter than he had a few moments ago and Dongwoo mentally pat himself on the back. He runs his hand through his hair, undoing the small ponytail he had it in and motions towards the locker room.
“Come on, let’s go shower,” he says ad starts towards the locker room, Sunwoo hurrying after him.
“Let’s shower together, hyung! Save water!”
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It’s late when Dongwoo finally gets out of basketball practice and walks to the bus stop nearest the school. The sky has turned dark, the air has turned even colder, and he’s immensely grateful for following his mother’s advice and wearing his warm jacket underneath his school blazer that morning.
When he gets to the bus stop, there’s only one other person there, another student who obviously didn’t listen to their parents on wearing a jacket.
They look at him when he approaches and before Dongwoo can blink, he’s got long, skinny arms wrapped around his waist and a cold nose pressing against his neck.
“Yah!” He brings his hands up to push them away, but stops when he recognizes the voice speaking into his chest.
“Hyung! You’re my savior! What are you doing here so late?” Chansik pulls away just enough to look at his face and Dongwoo frowns when he notices how red the younger boys cheeks and nose are.
“What am I doing? What are you doing? You should’ve been on the bus already, especially since you aren’t even wearing a jacket,” he admonishes before undoing the buttons on his coat, letting Chansik slide underneath the material.
“Ah, so warm,” he sighs in bliss before answering. “I had a tutoring session that ran late. But why weren’t you on the bus this morning? I thought something happened to you!” he pouted up at him and Dongwoo ignores the fuzzy feeling in his stomach.
“I missed the bus; lost my glasses. See?” he taps the side of his frames before sliding his arms back around Chansik.
Chansik nods quickly, hair tickling the underside of Dongwoo’s jaw. He pulls away to look at him and Dongwoo is suddenly overcome with a sense of déjà vu. What was with people staring at him today?
“Hyung, I like your new glasses, they make you look…..” He trails off, unable to finish the sentence and Dongwoo laughs.
“They make me look nerdy. Everyone’s been giving me odd looks the entire day,” he offers and is startled by how quickly Chansik shakes his head.
“No way! Hyung, you look good with these frames. Of course you look good all the time, but these are definitely A+!” Chansik’s toothy smile never lies and Dongwoo’s suddenly hit with a figurative ton of bricks.
“Wait, I look good with these glasses?” he asks, surprised. Had he been mistaken the entire day?
Chansik rolls his eyes and presses back against him. “Duh, hyung you’re totally sexy.” Dongwoo bites back a snort at Chansik’s choice of word and holds him close as they wait for the bus.
When it finally pulls up, he keeps a firm grip on Chansik for a moment and asks, “DO you want to get coffee?”
Chansik blinks at him before nodding. “Thought you’d never ask.”
2012 kpopvalentines challenge fills