soul meets soul on lovers' lips
a serie of drabbles
various pairings (soohyun/kiseop, kibum/kevin, alexander/jaeseop, hoon/kiseop, eli/dongho) ; pg - r ; under 400 words each
it wasn't just my lips you kissed, it was my soul
thanks
caroselle for beta-ing this so fast ♥
for theninjastar ♥ see it as a late secret santa fic for you. (our boys don't deserve this. I hope this cheers you up bb! ♥)
soohyun/kiseop ; pg ; 318w
“You need to move closer, your face isn't showing,” Kiseop said as he pulled Soohyun towards him. “No, not like that - yes, that's it. Okay, now pose!”
They both struck a peace sign, waiting for the countdown to reach zero before they switched to a bloated face pose. Another countdown and they stuck out there tongues, followed by a serious face pose. There was one last picture left and Kiseop groaned in frustration. “We did the most obvious poses out there, what else can we do?”
Soohyun shrugged his shoulders, scratching his head. “This was your idea, how am I supposed to know?”
Kiseop shot him a look and Soohyun ruffled his hair. A cheeky smile appeared on his face and just before the countdown started he pulled Kiseop in for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Soohyun just raised his eyebrows and got out of the booth.
It took a couple of seconds before Kiseop followed him, finding him already decorating the pictures. Soohyun was writing cheesy things like 'best friends forever' and 'never forget about me', leaving the last picture for Kiseop to decorate.
Kiseop shook his head and started decorating it, making sure Soohyun didn't see what he was doing. The computer informed them that the pictures would be printed shortly.
Grabbing the sheet when it appeared, Soohyun let out a laugh. “My only love, huh?”
“You're the one that kissed me.”
Soohyun wrapped an arm around Kiseop's shoulders. “If I had to wait for you to make a move, I could have waited forever.”
“You never said anything!”
“I thought you understood!”
“Obviously I didn't. How could I understand anything when you're bff-ing with Hoon all the time, leaving me behind and -”
Soohyun moved them into an empty alleyway and pulled Kiseop in for another kiss. “You're my only love, remember?”
kibum/kevin ; pg ; 223w
“Shall I pick you up early tomorrow?” Kibum asked, glancing at Kevin. “That way you don't have to wait for manager-hyung, you're probably going to be late if you have to wait for him.”
Kevin raised his eyebrows. “I...guess. It's not really a problem though, we could all drive together and -”
“Before manager-hyung can pick you up it'll be 9AM and you won't have time for breakfast anymore,” Kibum interrupted him. “Besides, I'm driving by your house anyway, so it's really no problem.”
“I - yeah, alright. Thanks.”
Kibum parked the car and he got out, wrapping an arm around Kevin's waist as they walk to the building.
“So, I'll pick you up at 8 tomorrow?” he asked as Kevin leaned against the front door.
“Yeah, that's cool.”
“All right then.” Kibum opened the door for Kevin. “Hey, Kevin?”
Kevin turned around, already standing inside the house. He yelped a little in surprise when Kibum grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, pressing a kiss on his lips. It was just a brief brush of lips, but it still got Kevin speechless. Kibum shot him a cheeky grin and gave Kevin a light shove, moving him into the house.
“Mum, we're home!” he yelled as he closed the door behind him.
alexander/jaeseop ; r ; 328w
All he felt was lips pressed tightly against his, a tongue invading his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair and his back pressed against the wall. Alexander felt like he was flying and drowning at the same time, the lack of oxygen making him dizzy and he wondered if this is what it felt like to be high.
The only thing he could think about was Jaeseop, the way his soft lips felt against his, the roughness of his cheeks rubbing against his face giving him goosebumps, their thighs pressed together, grinding into each other every now and then. It was all exactly how he had imagined it to be, except maybe better, if that was possible.
While Alexander wasn't paying attention, Jaeseop had moved them to the couch, pressing him down. He titled his head back and took a deep breath while Jaeseop moved his lips downwards, further,further, please, further. His hands found it's way to Jaeseop's pants, unbuckling the belt before his brain could register what he was doing - never mind that what he was doing was wrong.
The next morning he woke up with an ache in his back, his legs feeling numb, Jaeseop's weight holding him down on the couch. He tried to move his arm to check the time, but the simple movement woke Jaeseop up.
They locked eyes for a moment, then Jaeseop got up slowly. Holding out a hand to Alexander, pulling him up, they stood next to each other awkwardly. Not wanting to break the silence, Alexander kept quiet and straightened his clothes. There was so much he wanted to say, there was so much he needed to say, but he kept the words to himself, hoping that Jaeseop would take the first step for once. But Jaeseop didn't, instead he walked out of the apartment with just a single nod as goodbye.
Heaving a deep sigh, Alexander looked over at his hallway where three suitcases waited for him.
hoon/kiseop ; pg13 ; 465w
It wasn't unusual for them to change clothes in the same room. It may have felt a little weird in the beginning when they didn't know each other that well, but after ten rushed schedules on the same day, they eventually got used to it.
When Hoon unbuttoned his top and grumbled as he peeled the sweaty wifebeater off his body, Kiseop simply did the same. His gaze might have slipped down a little when Hoon took his pants off and stood in the middle of the room in his boxers, looking for a change of clothes.
So Kiseop stared a little, but not so bad that anyone would notice. Right.
“Have you seen my sweatpants?” Hoon asked, turning around.
Kiseop locked gazes with Hoon and he promptly turned red. Hoonmin just raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“No?” Kiseop said shakily.
“You didn't hide my pants, did you?” Hoon grinned, poking Kiseop in the side.
Kiseop gulped. Letting Hoon touch him probably wasn't the best idea.
“No. Of course not. It must be here somewhere.” Looking around, he moved some clothes aside. “Here, these are yours, right?”
Hoon smiled and thanked him, ruffling his hair. “Now. Where's my shirt then?”
Kiseop looked around the same pile of clothes, but he wasn't as lucky this time around. After five minutes of searching, Hoon exclaimed he was giving up.
“Alright, I'll just walk around without a shirt then.”
“What? No, you can't...you can't do that!”
“Why not? I thought you liked my body.”
“I do,” Kiseop blurted out, looking down in embarrassment when he realized what he said. Hoon just grinned at him and took a step closer.
“I've seen you looking. You're a bit obvious,” Hoon said, teasingly pushing Kiseop's shoulder.
“I'm just jealous of your body,” Kiseop replied, almost tripping when he took a step back.
“Ah, yes. You want my body.” Hoon moved closer again. “But I think you want all of me, not just my body.”
Kiseop lifted his head, eyes wide and cheeks burning. When he saw Hoon grinning at him he bit his lip, fighting back a smile.
“Maybe you're right,” he said cheekily.
“Oh, I am right.” Hoon leaned forward, pulling Kiseop closer to him.
Loud voices drifted through the hallway and Kiseop moved back a little. Hoon looked between the door and Kiseop, a smile playing on his lips. He pressed his lips against Kiseop's, their tongues briefly pressing together before he pulled away.
“Found my shirt,” Hoon said as he pressed his body to Kiseop's, reaching for the shirt behind them. He grabbed the shirt and pulled it over his head, walking to the other side just as Kevin entered the room.
eli/dongho ; pg ; 228w
In the middle of the night, Eli heard the door of his room opening and he automatically held up the blankets. Dongho slipped in beside him, his cold feet slipping in between Eli's legs. They lay next to each other in the dark for almost an hour, not saying anything.
Eli's mind was racing, thoughts going through his head, trying to make sense of conversations, searching for hidden meanings. In the end he propped himself up on one elbow, watching the younger boy silently.”Dongho,” he whispered.
He didn't get an answer, but Eli heard Dongho's breathing quicken. “Dongho,” he whispered again. “I wasn't lying earlier.”
He heard Dongho gulp and he fiddled with the bottom of his shirt. When Dongho still didn't say anything, Eli leaned down and pressed his lips against Dongho's lips.
“You really meant it?” Dongho said with a small voice.
Eli felt a smile creeping up on his face. “Yeah, I really meant it.”
It was silent for a minute, then Dongho reached out and held Eli's hand to his chest. “Can you say it again?”
Under his hand Eli could feel Dongho's heart racing and he squeezed the hand he was holding reassuringly. “I really, really like you Dongho.”
“Oh.” Eli counted to ten in his head. “I think I really like you too, hyung.”
various pairings (soohyun/kiseop, kibum/kevin, alexander/jaeseop, hoon/kiseop, eli/dongho) ; pg - r ; under 400 words each
it wasn't just my lips you kissed, it was my soul
thanks
caroselle for beta-ing this so fast ♥
for theninjastar ♥ see it as a late secret santa fic for you. (our boys don't deserve this. I hope this cheers you up bb! ♥)
soohyun/kiseop ; pg ; 318w
“You need to move closer, your face isn't showing,” Kiseop said as he pulled Soohyun towards him. “No, not like that - yes, that's it. Okay, now pose!”
They both struck a peace sign, waiting for the countdown to reach zero before they switched to a bloated face pose. Another countdown and they stuck out there tongues, followed by a serious face pose. There was one last picture left and Kiseop groaned in frustration. “We did the most obvious poses out there, what else can we do?”
Soohyun shrugged his shoulders, scratching his head. “This was your idea, how am I supposed to know?”
Kiseop shot him a look and Soohyun ruffled his hair. A cheeky smile appeared on his face and just before the countdown started he pulled Kiseop in for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Soohyun just raised his eyebrows and got out of the booth.
It took a couple of seconds before Kiseop followed him, finding him already decorating the pictures. Soohyun was writing cheesy things like 'best friends forever' and 'never forget about me', leaving the last picture for Kiseop to decorate.
Kiseop shook his head and started decorating it, making sure Soohyun didn't see what he was doing. The computer informed them that the pictures would be printed shortly.
Grabbing the sheet when it appeared, Soohyun let out a laugh. “My only love, huh?”
“You're the one that kissed me.”
Soohyun wrapped an arm around Kiseop's shoulders. “If I had to wait for you to make a move, I could have waited forever.”
“You never said anything!”
“I thought you understood!”
“Obviously I didn't. How could I understand anything when you're bff-ing with Hoon all the time, leaving me behind and -”
Soohyun moved them into an empty alleyway and pulled Kiseop in for another kiss. “You're my only love, remember?”
kibum/kevin ; pg ; 223w
“Shall I pick you up early tomorrow?” Kibum asked, glancing at Kevin. “That way you don't have to wait for manager-hyung, you're probably going to be late if you have to wait for him.”
Kevin raised his eyebrows. “I...guess. It's not really a problem though, we could all drive together and -”
“Before manager-hyung can pick you up it'll be 9AM and you won't have time for breakfast anymore,” Kibum interrupted him. “Besides, I'm driving by your house anyway, so it's really no problem.”
“I - yeah, alright. Thanks.”
Kibum parked the car and he got out, wrapping an arm around Kevin's waist as they walk to the building.
“So, I'll pick you up at 8 tomorrow?” he asked as Kevin leaned against the front door.
“Yeah, that's cool.”
“All right then.” Kibum opened the door for Kevin. “Hey, Kevin?”
Kevin turned around, already standing inside the house. He yelped a little in surprise when Kibum grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, pressing a kiss on his lips. It was just a brief brush of lips, but it still got Kevin speechless. Kibum shot him a cheeky grin and gave Kevin a light shove, moving him into the house.
“Mum, we're home!” he yelled as he closed the door behind him.
alexander/jaeseop ; r ; 328w
All he felt was lips pressed tightly against his, a tongue invading his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair and his back pressed against the wall. Alexander felt like he was flying and drowning at the same time, the lack of oxygen making him dizzy and he wondered if this is what it felt like to be high.
The only thing he could think about was Jaeseop, the way his soft lips felt against his, the roughness of his cheeks rubbing against his face giving him goosebumps, their thighs pressed together, grinding into each other every now and then. It was all exactly how he had imagined it to be, except maybe better, if that was possible.
While Alexander wasn't paying attention, Jaeseop had moved them to the couch, pressing him down. He titled his head back and took a deep breath while Jaeseop moved his lips downwards, further,further, please, further. His hands found it's way to Jaeseop's pants, unbuckling the belt before his brain could register what he was doing - never mind that what he was doing was wrong.
The next morning he woke up with an ache in his back, his legs feeling numb, Jaeseop's weight holding him down on the couch. He tried to move his arm to check the time, but the simple movement woke Jaeseop up.
They locked eyes for a moment, then Jaeseop got up slowly. Holding out a hand to Alexander, pulling him up, they stood next to each other awkwardly. Not wanting to break the silence, Alexander kept quiet and straightened his clothes. There was so much he wanted to say, there was so much he needed to say, but he kept the words to himself, hoping that Jaeseop would take the first step for once. But Jaeseop didn't, instead he walked out of the apartment with just a single nod as goodbye.
Heaving a deep sigh, Alexander looked over at his hallway where three suitcases waited for him.
hoon/kiseop ; pg13 ; 465w
It wasn't unusual for them to change clothes in the same room. It may have felt a little weird in the beginning when they didn't know each other that well, but after ten rushed schedules on the same day, they eventually got used to it.
When Hoon unbuttoned his top and grumbled as he peeled the sweaty wifebeater off his body, Kiseop simply did the same. His gaze might have slipped down a little when Hoon took his pants off and stood in the middle of the room in his boxers, looking for a change of clothes.
So Kiseop stared a little, but not so bad that anyone would notice. Right.
“Have you seen my sweatpants?” Hoon asked, turning around.
Kiseop locked gazes with Hoon and he promptly turned red. Hoonmin just raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“No?” Kiseop said shakily.
“You didn't hide my pants, did you?” Hoon grinned, poking Kiseop in the side.
Kiseop gulped. Letting Hoon touch him probably wasn't the best idea.
“No. Of course not. It must be here somewhere.” Looking around, he moved some clothes aside. “Here, these are yours, right?”
Hoon smiled and thanked him, ruffling his hair. “Now. Where's my shirt then?”
Kiseop looked around the same pile of clothes, but he wasn't as lucky this time around. After five minutes of searching, Hoon exclaimed he was giving up.
“Alright, I'll just walk around without a shirt then.”
“What? No, you can't...you can't do that!”
“Why not? I thought you liked my body.”
“I do,” Kiseop blurted out, looking down in embarrassment when he realized what he said. Hoon just grinned at him and took a step closer.
“I've seen you looking. You're a bit obvious,” Hoon said, teasingly pushing Kiseop's shoulder.
“I'm just jealous of your body,” Kiseop replied, almost tripping when he took a step back.
“Ah, yes. You want my body.” Hoon moved closer again. “But I think you want all of me, not just my body.”
Kiseop lifted his head, eyes wide and cheeks burning. When he saw Hoon grinning at him he bit his lip, fighting back a smile.
“Maybe you're right,” he said cheekily.
“Oh, I am right.” Hoon leaned forward, pulling Kiseop closer to him.
Loud voices drifted through the hallway and Kiseop moved back a little. Hoon looked between the door and Kiseop, a smile playing on his lips. He pressed his lips against Kiseop's, their tongues briefly pressing together before he pulled away.
“Found my shirt,” Hoon said as he pressed his body to Kiseop's, reaching for the shirt behind them. He grabbed the shirt and pulled it over his head, walking to the other side just as Kevin entered the room.
eli/dongho ; pg ; 228w
In the middle of the night, Eli heard the door of his room opening and he automatically held up the blankets. Dongho slipped in beside him, his cold feet slipping in between Eli's legs. They lay next to each other in the dark for almost an hour, not saying anything.
Eli's mind was racing, thoughts going through his head, trying to make sense of conversations, searching for hidden meanings. In the end he propped himself up on one elbow, watching the younger boy silently.”Dongho,” he whispered.
He didn't get an answer, but Eli heard Dongho's breathing quicken. “Dongho,” he whispered again. “I wasn't lying earlier.”
He heard Dongho gulp and he fiddled with the bottom of his shirt. When Dongho still didn't say anything, Eli leaned down and pressed his lips against Dongho's lips.
“You really meant it?” Dongho said with a small voice.
Eli felt a smile creeping up on his face. “Yeah, I really meant it.”
It was silent for a minute, then Dongho reached out and held Eli's hand to his chest. “Can you say it again?”
Under his hand Eli could feel Dongho's heart racing and he squeezed the hand he was holding reassuringly. “I really, really like you Dongho.”
“Oh.” Eli counted to ten in his head. “I think I really like you too, hyung.”