dalmatian | favorite color
Favorite color
Jisu/Youngwon | pg13 | 513w
It all starts with that favorite color.
He is absolutely gorgeous, new, not yet explored. Jisu has had the urge to kiss him ever since they met a month ago. Jisu has felt the chemistry and he did everything to resist it.
“Don't,” he says, but his hands are saying 'yes' when they grip Youngwon tighter. He moves his head closer, their cheeks are touching and Jisu can feel himself heating up. “We hardly know each other,” he manages to get out.
Youngwon trails his fingers over Jisu's collarbone, slowly making a way to the other's lips. “Does it matter?” Is his reply.
“You don't even know my favorite color.” Jisu is determined to get his point across. All he gets is a snort in answer. “What?”
“We're not girls now, are we?” Youngwon says, a small smirk on his face. “Besides, it's red.”
Jisu opens his mouth, but shortly after he closes it again. Damn, he's right.
“Anything else that I should know about you?” Jisu doesn't really know how to answer that. He's sure that yeah, I may have fallen for you already isn't the right answer to this.
“Not that I kno - ”
“Good,” Youngwon interupts him. Before Jisu knows what's happening, he's pulled closer. Once their lips touch, he knows that there is no way back now.
--
The rays of sun peeking through the curtains wake them up the next morning. They awkwardly put their clothes on, at least, it does feel awkward to him, and Jisu doesn't know what to do or say.
The door swings open and their bandmates stand there grinning in the doorway. “Seems like you had fun last night?”
Jisu looks away in embarrassment, Youngwon ushers the others out quickly. Youngwon walks over to him, putting his arms around the other boys' neck. “Don't be embarrassed. They're just...jealous.”
“If we ever do this again, let's make sure they're not around.” Jisu mutters, eyes opening wide when he realizes that he has said it out loud.
Youngwon presses a kiss to his lips, grinning widely. “When we do this again. When, not if.”
That evening as Jisu is just pouring himself a drink, he is pushed up against the refrigerator by Youngwon. The glass falls out of his hand and when someone yells 'what the hell are you guys doing there?' he doesn't even care about the others anymore.
--
It's a few months later when Youngwon dies his hair for their comeback and Jisu can't resist. “What is my favorite color?”
“Huh?” Youngwon looks up, frowning when he catches a glimpse of his hair in the mirror. “What?”
“What is my favorite color?” Jisu asks again.
“Oh. Red.”
“Wrong.” Jisu says, grinning when Youngwon looks confused. “It's blue.”
Youngwon frowns, only realizing what's going on when Jisu ruffles his hair. He smiles shyly, slapping Jisu's hand away in fake-annoyance. But when Jisu sees Youngwon looking into the mirror next time, he notices that the frown has disappeared.
Jisu/Youngwon | pg13 | 513w
It all starts with that favorite color.
He is absolutely gorgeous, new, not yet explored. Jisu has had the urge to kiss him ever since they met a month ago. Jisu has felt the chemistry and he did everything to resist it.
“Don't,” he says, but his hands are saying 'yes' when they grip Youngwon tighter. He moves his head closer, their cheeks are touching and Jisu can feel himself heating up. “We hardly know each other,” he manages to get out.
Youngwon trails his fingers over Jisu's collarbone, slowly making a way to the other's lips. “Does it matter?” Is his reply.
“You don't even know my favorite color.” Jisu is determined to get his point across. All he gets is a snort in answer. “What?”
“We're not girls now, are we?” Youngwon says, a small smirk on his face. “Besides, it's red.”
Jisu opens his mouth, but shortly after he closes it again. Damn, he's right.
“Anything else that I should know about you?” Jisu doesn't really know how to answer that. He's sure that yeah, I may have fallen for you already isn't the right answer to this.
“Not that I kno - ”
“Good,” Youngwon interupts him. Before Jisu knows what's happening, he's pulled closer. Once their lips touch, he knows that there is no way back now.
--
The rays of sun peeking through the curtains wake them up the next morning. They awkwardly put their clothes on, at least, it does feel awkward to him, and Jisu doesn't know what to do or say.
The door swings open and their bandmates stand there grinning in the doorway. “Seems like you had fun last night?”
Jisu looks away in embarrassment, Youngwon ushers the others out quickly. Youngwon walks over to him, putting his arms around the other boys' neck. “Don't be embarrassed. They're just...jealous.”
“If we ever do this again, let's make sure they're not around.” Jisu mutters, eyes opening wide when he realizes that he has said it out loud.
Youngwon presses a kiss to his lips, grinning widely. “When we do this again. When, not if.”
That evening as Jisu is just pouring himself a drink, he is pushed up against the refrigerator by Youngwon. The glass falls out of his hand and when someone yells 'what the hell are you guys doing there?' he doesn't even care about the others anymore.
--
It's a few months later when Youngwon dies his hair for their comeback and Jisu can't resist. “What is my favorite color?”
“Huh?” Youngwon looks up, frowning when he catches a glimpse of his hair in the mirror. “What?”
“What is my favorite color?” Jisu asks again.
“Oh. Red.”
“Wrong.” Jisu says, grinning when Youngwon looks confused. “It's blue.”
Youngwon frowns, only realizing what's going on when Jisu ruffles his hair. He smiles shyly, slapping Jisu's hand away in fake-annoyance. But when Jisu sees Youngwon looking into the mirror next time, he notices that the frown has disappeared.