It's a Hard Knock Life (Au!Fic)
Title: It's a Hard Knock Life (Au!Fic)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 1,323
Pairings:Yewook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer:LOLNO
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Living life in near constant sexile is hard.
A/N: Inspired by my uni orientation.
There is a sock on the knob of Jongwoon’s dorm room.
Jongwoon knows full well what this means, but he has linguistics homework and it’s his damn room too (at least, that’s what he tells himself) and so he steels himself before slamming open the door, throwing a hand over his eyes in the process so he won’t be scarred, yet again.
“Alright, Heechul and likely foreign Bed Partner, I have to study and I’m going to need to use the room that I am paying for too --”
It’s as far as he gets before the textbook slams into his face and a stream of what could be flustered chinese assaults his ears. He’s reaching for the light switch when a pair of hands shove him back out the door, Heechul’s characteristic death threats echoing in his ear before he finds himself sitting in the hall of his floor, mouth still open and imprint of the textbook in his hands on his cheek.
He sighs and stares at the ground woefully, wishing he had his desk at this moment as he pulls out his laptop to get started on the homework, flipping the book onto the ground beside him and thumbing to the page he needs.
Living life in near constant sexile is hard.
And because of this, Jongwoon’s life, or his life since he was assigned Kim Heechul as a roommate, has been very hard.
“I knew I should have read that contract more carefully,” He sighs woefully to himself, remembering signing his name on his agreement blissfully unawares of what his future held, being more time associated the space outside his door waiting than actually in his dorm.
“Are you okay?” A soft voice interrupts his inner monologue of self pity and Jongwoon’s head shoots up, having not even thought to look around the hallway when he was so ungracefully kicked out. There’s someone sitting right across the hall from him in much the same position, looking at Jongwoon curiously from under long bangs.
Jongwoon’s blinks for a moment before remembering how his textbook became acquainted with his face, laughing and nodding slightly. “I’m fine, this happens all the time honestly,” Jongwoon shrugs, and the boy laughs a little, though his face becomes pained as a long moan echoes through the door he’s sitting against. “Stuck in sexile too?”
The boy blushes, and Jongwoon wracks his mind to try and remember who he is exactly, frowning when his search comes up blank. He thinks the boy could be a freshman, because he doesn’t think he’s seen him before and is sure that if he had he would have talked to him, because he’s sure he’s never seen a boy so adorable as this one around.
“You could say that,” Cutie Face, as Jongwoon has dubbed him, says from behind his bangs, high cheekbones slowly becoming redder. Jongwoon thinks that he really wants to pinch them, and impulsively slams his laptop shut because his admittedly small chances at hitting on this boy matter more than academia ever could. “Though I don’t think it happens to me as much as it does to you.”
“I see you sitting here practically every day,” Cutie Face explains after a moment of Jongwoon’s staring, and Jongwoon’s mouth makes a neat ‘o’, realizing that maybe he had been too busy cursing Heechul’s name to pay attention to the coming and goings on his floor. “I’m Ryeowook, by the way.”
Jongwoon blinks long and hard before eventually accepting Ryeowook as a suitable replacement for Cutie Face, snapping out of his thoughts when he hears Ryeowook laughing quietly, smiling slightly at him.
“It looked like you didn’t know me, I guess I was right,” Ryeowook’s eyes crinkle when he smiles and Jongwoon is dazed for another moment before opening his mouth to introduce himself, Ryeowook cutting him off halfway. “I know your name, there’s a white board on your door, Jongwoon.”
Jongwoon flushes hot with embarrassment for a moment somehow having slipped his name that there is in fact a board with his name written in large letters, and now that he looks closer Ryeowook’s has one too. The name next to his seeming to be Sungmin, and Jongwoon nods in recognition, suddenly understanding why exactly Ryeowook is in the hallway as well.
“I knew that,” He retorts, and Ryeowook just smiles at him, and after a moment Jongwoon can’t help but smile back. A beat of silence passes while Jongwoon rallies what little social skill he has, looking Ryeowook dead in the eyes and the boy seems to grow more confused by the moment, Jongwoon preparing the exact words that will woo the boy and make him his.
“Doyouwanttogotodinnerwithmelikeasadate?”
It all comes out in a jumble and Jongwoon watches as the gears turn in Ryeowook’s head to process Jongwoon’s words, eventually looking at Jongwoon in even more confusion as his brows furrow.
“Are you serious?” He asks slowly, and Jongwoon can’t help but think wistfully about how much he really wants to fall through the floor right now, hating when he opens his mouth before he can think things through. He mumbles a well, yes before getting up, very much prepared to run out of the dorm entirely and drown his sorrows in calorie laden campus food, when a hand grabs onto his ankle, Ryeowook nearly sprawled out on the floor.
“No, I mean, I’d love to,” Ryeowook says hurriedly, and Jongwoon blinks at him owlishly, having been nearly certain that he’d just gotten turned down. “I just hadn’t expected you to ask me? I’ve been trying to get you to talk to me since the semester started, you know.”
Ryeowook seems to become suddenly even shyer, curling back against the door and quickly releasing Jongwoon’s ankle. Jongwoon is caught between cooing at the smaller boy and letting his mouth drop open, fairly sure that he wasn’t anything that anyone should pine for. Just an average history student with near constant bed head and the stereotypical wardrobe of many hoodies and the standard pairs of jeans.
Ryeowook, on the other hand, seems to be something someone would much rather go after, jeans fitting much tighter than Jongwoon’s own ripped pair, shirt stainless and falling neat along his body. Jongwoon has to wonder how he never noticed him before in the first place, but he supposes that one glance at his laptop is enough to tell, his eyes rarely ever leave the screen.
Ryeowook seems to grow more nervous the longer Jongwoon gapes at him, and Jongwoon snaps out of it after a moment, stuffing his things in his back pack before grabbing Ryeowook by the hand and yanking him up, tangling their fingers loosely before dragging them down the hall.
(As silly and stupid as it is, Jongwoon falls a little bit in love)
“Dinner it is, then.”
Someone screams from behind one of their doors but they really can’t be bothered to notice, Jongwoon all but bubbling over and Ryeowook trying to keep himself from passing out at Jongwoon’s hand wrapped around his.
...
(They go for the calorie laden option as neither of them can really afford more, and Ryeowook tastes like sweet soda pop when Jongwoon awkwardly leans over the table and kisses him, feeling the smile against his lips.
Jongwoon also discovers, with no small amount of joy, that Ryeowook is easily twice as loud as any of Heechul’s bed partners have ever been, using this and their rule of sock to his advantage.
Ryeowook’s moans are also sweeter to swallow, voice a sweet sweet melody and why would he ever listen to the pounding on his door when there’s soft whispers of his name against his collar.)
...
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! Comments are loved!
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 1,323
Pairings:Yewook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer:LOLNO
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Living life in near constant sexile is hard.
A/N: Inspired by my uni orientation.
There is a sock on the knob of Jongwoon’s dorm room.
Jongwoon knows full well what this means, but he has linguistics homework and it’s his damn room too (at least, that’s what he tells himself) and so he steels himself before slamming open the door, throwing a hand over his eyes in the process so he won’t be scarred, yet again.
“Alright, Heechul and likely foreign Bed Partner, I have to study and I’m going to need to use the room that I am paying for too --”
It’s as far as he gets before the textbook slams into his face and a stream of what could be flustered chinese assaults his ears. He’s reaching for the light switch when a pair of hands shove him back out the door, Heechul’s characteristic death threats echoing in his ear before he finds himself sitting in the hall of his floor, mouth still open and imprint of the textbook in his hands on his cheek.
He sighs and stares at the ground woefully, wishing he had his desk at this moment as he pulls out his laptop to get started on the homework, flipping the book onto the ground beside him and thumbing to the page he needs.
Living life in near constant sexile is hard.
And because of this, Jongwoon’s life, or his life since he was assigned Kim Heechul as a roommate, has been very hard.
“I knew I should have read that contract more carefully,” He sighs woefully to himself, remembering signing his name on his agreement blissfully unawares of what his future held, being more time associated the space outside his door waiting than actually in his dorm.
“Are you okay?” A soft voice interrupts his inner monologue of self pity and Jongwoon’s head shoots up, having not even thought to look around the hallway when he was so ungracefully kicked out. There’s someone sitting right across the hall from him in much the same position, looking at Jongwoon curiously from under long bangs.
Jongwoon’s blinks for a moment before remembering how his textbook became acquainted with his face, laughing and nodding slightly. “I’m fine, this happens all the time honestly,” Jongwoon shrugs, and the boy laughs a little, though his face becomes pained as a long moan echoes through the door he’s sitting against. “Stuck in sexile too?”
The boy blushes, and Jongwoon wracks his mind to try and remember who he is exactly, frowning when his search comes up blank. He thinks the boy could be a freshman, because he doesn’t think he’s seen him before and is sure that if he had he would have talked to him, because he’s sure he’s never seen a boy so adorable as this one around.
“You could say that,” Cutie Face, as Jongwoon has dubbed him, says from behind his bangs, high cheekbones slowly becoming redder. Jongwoon thinks that he really wants to pinch them, and impulsively slams his laptop shut because his admittedly small chances at hitting on this boy matter more than academia ever could. “Though I don’t think it happens to me as much as it does to you.”
“I see you sitting here practically every day,” Cutie Face explains after a moment of Jongwoon’s staring, and Jongwoon’s mouth makes a neat ‘o’, realizing that maybe he had been too busy cursing Heechul’s name to pay attention to the coming and goings on his floor. “I’m Ryeowook, by the way.”
Jongwoon blinks long and hard before eventually accepting Ryeowook as a suitable replacement for Cutie Face, snapping out of his thoughts when he hears Ryeowook laughing quietly, smiling slightly at him.
“It looked like you didn’t know me, I guess I was right,” Ryeowook’s eyes crinkle when he smiles and Jongwoon is dazed for another moment before opening his mouth to introduce himself, Ryeowook cutting him off halfway. “I know your name, there’s a white board on your door, Jongwoon.”
Jongwoon flushes hot with embarrassment for a moment somehow having slipped his name that there is in fact a board with his name written in large letters, and now that he looks closer Ryeowook’s has one too. The name next to his seeming to be Sungmin, and Jongwoon nods in recognition, suddenly understanding why exactly Ryeowook is in the hallway as well.
“I knew that,” He retorts, and Ryeowook just smiles at him, and after a moment Jongwoon can’t help but smile back. A beat of silence passes while Jongwoon rallies what little social skill he has, looking Ryeowook dead in the eyes and the boy seems to grow more confused by the moment, Jongwoon preparing the exact words that will woo the boy and make him his.
“Doyouwanttogotodinnerwithmelikeasadate?”
It all comes out in a jumble and Jongwoon watches as the gears turn in Ryeowook’s head to process Jongwoon’s words, eventually looking at Jongwoon in even more confusion as his brows furrow.
“Are you serious?” He asks slowly, and Jongwoon can’t help but think wistfully about how much he really wants to fall through the floor right now, hating when he opens his mouth before he can think things through. He mumbles a well, yes before getting up, very much prepared to run out of the dorm entirely and drown his sorrows in calorie laden campus food, when a hand grabs onto his ankle, Ryeowook nearly sprawled out on the floor.
“No, I mean, I’d love to,” Ryeowook says hurriedly, and Jongwoon blinks at him owlishly, having been nearly certain that he’d just gotten turned down. “I just hadn’t expected you to ask me? I’ve been trying to get you to talk to me since the semester started, you know.”
Ryeowook seems to become suddenly even shyer, curling back against the door and quickly releasing Jongwoon’s ankle. Jongwoon is caught between cooing at the smaller boy and letting his mouth drop open, fairly sure that he wasn’t anything that anyone should pine for. Just an average history student with near constant bed head and the stereotypical wardrobe of many hoodies and the standard pairs of jeans.
Ryeowook, on the other hand, seems to be something someone would much rather go after, jeans fitting much tighter than Jongwoon’s own ripped pair, shirt stainless and falling neat along his body. Jongwoon has to wonder how he never noticed him before in the first place, but he supposes that one glance at his laptop is enough to tell, his eyes rarely ever leave the screen.
Ryeowook seems to grow more nervous the longer Jongwoon gapes at him, and Jongwoon snaps out of it after a moment, stuffing his things in his back pack before grabbing Ryeowook by the hand and yanking him up, tangling their fingers loosely before dragging them down the hall.
(As silly and stupid as it is, Jongwoon falls a little bit in love)
“Dinner it is, then.”
Someone screams from behind one of their doors but they really can’t be bothered to notice, Jongwoon all but bubbling over and Ryeowook trying to keep himself from passing out at Jongwoon’s hand wrapped around his.
...
(They go for the calorie laden option as neither of them can really afford more, and Ryeowook tastes like sweet soda pop when Jongwoon awkwardly leans over the table and kisses him, feeling the smile against his lips.
Jongwoon also discovers, with no small amount of joy, that Ryeowook is easily twice as loud as any of Heechul’s bed partners have ever been, using this and their rule of sock to his advantage.
Ryeowook’s moans are also sweeter to swallow, voice a sweet sweet melody and why would he ever listen to the pounding on his door when there’s soft whispers of his name against his collar.)
...
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! Comments are loved!