it's insanity
two random drabbles that i feel are far from realistic.
please, enjoy.
are you nervous? rated pg-13
yonghwa knows he probably shouldn't be playing this with seohyun.
he's taking away some part of innocence and just finding an excuse to touch her leg.
'are you nervous?' he asks, his fingers lingering mid thigh.
she shakes her head in a no.
he lets his hand crawl up just a little more, and he knows the game will end after this. 'are you nervous now?' he asks in disbelief.
wow, he is surprised he got farther than her knee.
'no,' she says again, looking over with narrowed eyes.
yonghwa snorts, 'there, i see your competitive stare again.' he drops his hand from her leg and sighs, 'i lose.'
seohyun shrugs and laughs a little, 'my turn.' 'your what?'
she grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him into her.
their foreheads are pressed together and he can feel her lips almost brush against his. 'are you nervous?'
asdfjlkeajgefge, oh my god.
' ... yes.'
--
between aegyo and disgust. rated r
it is a truth universally acknowledged that lee soon-kyu's aegyo could make any man's heart melt.
well, almost universally acknowledged by men - except lee sung-min.
'oppaaaa~' she coos, her finger pressing out air from her puffed cheek. 'could you please get me some food?'
'sunny, no,' sungmin says rather blantly, ignoring her. 'your aegyo doesn't work on me, in fact, i find it kind of disgusting.'
'ass.'
so the next time she tries, she decides a new method is needed.
& sungmin doesn't know if he likes this new method.
'w-what .. what're you doing?' his voice is shaky as he feels her breath against his neck, his back pressed against the chair and his hand holding onto the edge of the table in fear they'll fall over. he's trying to ignore the sudden aching in his pants because, holy fucking shit, all he sees is thigh. he's screaming at his hand for even considering wanting to simply place it anywhere near there.
sungmin is pulling on the collar of his shirt, trying to breath.
sunny was fucking straddling him on the chair.
she lets her fingers run back through his hair and she bucks her hips into him a little. sungmin? he just died.
'oppa,' she whispers onto his ear, her finger tracing a line down his chest. he shudders underneath her from the mere touch, 'y- .. yes?'
he can feel her smirking into his neck before she speaks again, 'will you buy me food?'
sungmin lets out a loud groan. it is a containment from all the damn sexual tension and his annoyance, 'i hate you.' he mumbles before getting her off, walking out the door to buy her kimchi and get rid of the growing tent in his pants.
please, enjoy.
are you nervous? rated pg-13
yonghwa knows he probably shouldn't be playing this with seohyun.
he's taking away some part of innocence and just finding an excuse to touch her leg.
'are you nervous?' he asks, his fingers lingering mid thigh.
she shakes her head in a no.
he lets his hand crawl up just a little more, and he knows the game will end after this. 'are you nervous now?' he asks in disbelief.
wow, he is surprised he got farther than her knee.
'no,' she says again, looking over with narrowed eyes.
yonghwa snorts, 'there, i see your competitive stare again.' he drops his hand from her leg and sighs, 'i lose.'
seohyun shrugs and laughs a little, 'my turn.' 'your what?'
she grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him into her.
their foreheads are pressed together and he can feel her lips almost brush against his. 'are you nervous?'
asdfjlkeajgefge, oh my god.
' ... yes.'
--
between aegyo and disgust. rated r
it is a truth universally acknowledged that lee soon-kyu's aegyo could make any man's heart melt.
well, almost universally acknowledged by men - except lee sung-min.
'oppaaaa~' she coos, her finger pressing out air from her puffed cheek. 'could you please get me some food?'
'sunny, no,' sungmin says rather blantly, ignoring her. 'your aegyo doesn't work on me, in fact, i find it kind of disgusting.'
'ass.'
so the next time she tries, she decides a new method is needed.
& sungmin doesn't know if he likes this new method.
'w-what .. what're you doing?' his voice is shaky as he feels her breath against his neck, his back pressed against the chair and his hand holding onto the edge of the table in fear they'll fall over. he's trying to ignore the sudden aching in his pants because, holy fucking shit, all he sees is thigh. he's screaming at his hand for even considering wanting to simply place it anywhere near there.
sungmin is pulling on the collar of his shirt, trying to breath.
sunny was fucking straddling him on the chair.
she lets her fingers run back through his hair and she bucks her hips into him a little. sungmin? he just died.
'oppa,' she whispers onto his ear, her finger tracing a line down his chest. he shudders underneath her from the mere touch, 'y- .. yes?'
he can feel her smirking into his neck before she speaks again, 'will you buy me food?'
sungmin lets out a loud groan. it is a containment from all the damn sexual tension and his annoyance, 'i hate you.' he mumbles before getting her off, walking out the door to buy her kimchi and get rid of the growing tent in his pants.