[oneshot] lifestyles of the rich and famous
Title: lifestyles of the rich and famous
Pairing: baekhyun/d.o
Rating: pg13
Genre: slice-of-life
Warnings: swearing, sexual themes
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: advent calendar day 14, for onyu. introducing exo-j: baekhyun, d.o, kai, chanyeol, luhan, lay. 1,004 words.
There are some benefits to promoting in Japan. For one, spoken Japanese is a lot easier for Baekhyun to wrap his tongue around than Chinese is. Two-letter syllables: consonant and vowel, vowel and consonant. Simple. Kyungsoo, of course, takes to the language like a fish to water-in terms of pronunciation, anyway, which means recording parts for songs takes him two tries to Baekhyun's five on average. Even five is less than he's ever had to record on a Mandarin track. He'll take the win.
J's a good roster. SM said something at the beginning about it being rotational, but after two mini-albums and a couple of drama OSTs the six of them stuck. Two dancers, a rapper, three vocalists. Lu Han's stint as a DBSK fanboy means his Japanese needs less work, and he has the kind of face they like. "You can be our Jaejoong," Yixing said once, so serious everyone knew he was joking, and Lu Han had grinned and shoved a clenched fist into his gut.
Baekhyun likes Japan. It isn't jam-packed with weekly appearances the way their schedules are in Korea. In between game show tapings and hours in the studio, they get more sustained downtime than ever, and without the added onus of having to dodge sasaengs the minute they step foot onto the street.
Still, they all have their crosses to bear. Jongin gets homesick, for his kids, the dogs, or just the way hangul looks when flashing across an LED screen in the heart of Samsung-dong. Chanyeol's used to being the talker, not the leader, but he's doing as well as he can in another language. Baekhyun and Kyungsoo share the brunt of EXO-J's vocal duties but it's Baekhyun's name under lead vocal. Yixing and Lu Han deal better with being away from Seoul-after all, they've had years to get used to living away from home-but the nature of Japanese variety is predicated much more on being loud and obnoxious. Baekhyun's good at that.
And that's the gist of it, really-Baekhyun has to be good. He's expected to be: at singing, at variety, at cultivating an image that the public will like. He has to be all those things in Seoul, too, it's nothing new, but sometimes the feeling becomes intensely acute in Tokyo, makes him freeze up and fall back where he wouldn't before. Baekhyun's carried himself so comfortably for so long that it becomes difficult to tell what's real and what's posturing until it hits him like this, one misstep the first in a set of falling dominos.
Kyungsoo gains a strange sort of confidence in Japan, as if the language barrier affords him some kind of mental armor, like being away from the trappings of Seoul grounds him even more. He's always been good at tempering Baekhyun's edge and it's no different here: Baekhyun will glance over in the middle of an interview and Kyungsoo will still look as deadpan as ever, a constant variable, his big eyes staring back luminously across the table. He'll jiggle his foot against Baekhyun's shin and snort at whatever Baekhyun's saying in stilted Japanese, and there's this sense that the world could be going to pieces and Kyungsoo would still be there to roll his eyes and take him down a peg. It's comforting.
Room assignments abroad are Baekhyun and Kyungsoo, Lu Han and Yixing, Jongin and Chanyeol. In Seoul it takes Kyungsoo three tries to wake Baekhyun up on a good day but something about the air in Tokyo has him up with the sun. On proper days off they laze around at the dorm, Baekhyun and Jongin playing League with Sehun and Joonmyun from across the channel, business as usual, the others spectating from a safe distance in case of errant projectiles. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol do so many acoustic covers in the living room Baekhyun considers having words with whoever taught Chanyeol how to play guitar. Yixing dicks around on the keyboard and Lu Han stays up late to catch EPL matches on his laptop, face lit up with the fluorescent glow of his screen.
Japan's got a different rhythm, but the disparate parts are the same.
In the evening, Baekhyun crawls into Kyungsoo's bed, same as he would anywhere, and Kyungsoo lets him. He scoots over to make room in the cocoon of covers and yanks Baekhyun's arm back at an impossible angle if he gets too handsy-but sometimes he lets Baekhyun do that, too. Lets him settle between Kyungsoo's thighs and press his mouth against Kyungsoo's pulse, tongue flicking out to trace the soft curve of his chin, hands winding beneath the sheets to grab Kyungsoo's slim hips. This part is no different, either-the way their mouths fit together, the weight of Kyungsoo's dick against his palm, the push of Kyungsoo's fingers dancing up the lattice of Baekhyun's ribs.
Most nights Kyungsoo kicks Baekhyun out afterwards. "Too gross," he says, crumpling the soiled sheets and lobbing them into the laundry basket, hair damp with sweat. "You have your own bed." Sometimes, though, they're both too tired to care-and it's possibly Baekhyun's favorite thing about being in Japan, waking up before him and getting to watch Kyungsoo sleep in the predawn light. Making fun of him for snoring later just to watch his face go dark.
Today, Kyungsoo wakes up and rolls right on top of him, pins Baekhyun's wrists to the mattress, breath tickling the dyed hair at the nape of his neck. Baekhyun makes a half-hearted attempt to buck him off. "What?"
"You're thinking too loud," he mutters, so rumbly Baekhyun can barely distinguish individual words through the vocal fry. "Go back to sleep."
Baekhyun tries the buck again. He groans as Kyungsoo's elbow connects with his stomach. "Fine," he says, going slack. Kyungsoo makes a sleepy, satisfied noise, like there isn't anywhere else in the world he'd rather be than right here. Baekhyun's never gonna say it out loud, but he thinks he might agree.
fin
A/N: SOB i'm so sorry like nothing happens in this reeza... forgive me u__u
Pairing: baekhyun/d.o
Rating: pg13
Genre: slice-of-life
Warnings: swearing, sexual themes
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: advent calendar day 14, for onyu. introducing exo-j: baekhyun, d.o, kai, chanyeol, luhan, lay. 1,004 words.
There are some benefits to promoting in Japan. For one, spoken Japanese is a lot easier for Baekhyun to wrap his tongue around than Chinese is. Two-letter syllables: consonant and vowel, vowel and consonant. Simple. Kyungsoo, of course, takes to the language like a fish to water-in terms of pronunciation, anyway, which means recording parts for songs takes him two tries to Baekhyun's five on average. Even five is less than he's ever had to record on a Mandarin track. He'll take the win.
J's a good roster. SM said something at the beginning about it being rotational, but after two mini-albums and a couple of drama OSTs the six of them stuck. Two dancers, a rapper, three vocalists. Lu Han's stint as a DBSK fanboy means his Japanese needs less work, and he has the kind of face they like. "You can be our Jaejoong," Yixing said once, so serious everyone knew he was joking, and Lu Han had grinned and shoved a clenched fist into his gut.
Baekhyun likes Japan. It isn't jam-packed with weekly appearances the way their schedules are in Korea. In between game show tapings and hours in the studio, they get more sustained downtime than ever, and without the added onus of having to dodge sasaengs the minute they step foot onto the street.
Still, they all have their crosses to bear. Jongin gets homesick, for his kids, the dogs, or just the way hangul looks when flashing across an LED screen in the heart of Samsung-dong. Chanyeol's used to being the talker, not the leader, but he's doing as well as he can in another language. Baekhyun and Kyungsoo share the brunt of EXO-J's vocal duties but it's Baekhyun's name under lead vocal. Yixing and Lu Han deal better with being away from Seoul-after all, they've had years to get used to living away from home-but the nature of Japanese variety is predicated much more on being loud and obnoxious. Baekhyun's good at that.
And that's the gist of it, really-Baekhyun has to be good. He's expected to be: at singing, at variety, at cultivating an image that the public will like. He has to be all those things in Seoul, too, it's nothing new, but sometimes the feeling becomes intensely acute in Tokyo, makes him freeze up and fall back where he wouldn't before. Baekhyun's carried himself so comfortably for so long that it becomes difficult to tell what's real and what's posturing until it hits him like this, one misstep the first in a set of falling dominos.
Kyungsoo gains a strange sort of confidence in Japan, as if the language barrier affords him some kind of mental armor, like being away from the trappings of Seoul grounds him even more. He's always been good at tempering Baekhyun's edge and it's no different here: Baekhyun will glance over in the middle of an interview and Kyungsoo will still look as deadpan as ever, a constant variable, his big eyes staring back luminously across the table. He'll jiggle his foot against Baekhyun's shin and snort at whatever Baekhyun's saying in stilted Japanese, and there's this sense that the world could be going to pieces and Kyungsoo would still be there to roll his eyes and take him down a peg. It's comforting.
Room assignments abroad are Baekhyun and Kyungsoo, Lu Han and Yixing, Jongin and Chanyeol. In Seoul it takes Kyungsoo three tries to wake Baekhyun up on a good day but something about the air in Tokyo has him up with the sun. On proper days off they laze around at the dorm, Baekhyun and Jongin playing League with Sehun and Joonmyun from across the channel, business as usual, the others spectating from a safe distance in case of errant projectiles. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol do so many acoustic covers in the living room Baekhyun considers having words with whoever taught Chanyeol how to play guitar. Yixing dicks around on the keyboard and Lu Han stays up late to catch EPL matches on his laptop, face lit up with the fluorescent glow of his screen.
Japan's got a different rhythm, but the disparate parts are the same.
In the evening, Baekhyun crawls into Kyungsoo's bed, same as he would anywhere, and Kyungsoo lets him. He scoots over to make room in the cocoon of covers and yanks Baekhyun's arm back at an impossible angle if he gets too handsy-but sometimes he lets Baekhyun do that, too. Lets him settle between Kyungsoo's thighs and press his mouth against Kyungsoo's pulse, tongue flicking out to trace the soft curve of his chin, hands winding beneath the sheets to grab Kyungsoo's slim hips. This part is no different, either-the way their mouths fit together, the weight of Kyungsoo's dick against his palm, the push of Kyungsoo's fingers dancing up the lattice of Baekhyun's ribs.
Most nights Kyungsoo kicks Baekhyun out afterwards. "Too gross," he says, crumpling the soiled sheets and lobbing them into the laundry basket, hair damp with sweat. "You have your own bed." Sometimes, though, they're both too tired to care-and it's possibly Baekhyun's favorite thing about being in Japan, waking up before him and getting to watch Kyungsoo sleep in the predawn light. Making fun of him for snoring later just to watch his face go dark.
Today, Kyungsoo wakes up and rolls right on top of him, pins Baekhyun's wrists to the mattress, breath tickling the dyed hair at the nape of his neck. Baekhyun makes a half-hearted attempt to buck him off. "What?"
"You're thinking too loud," he mutters, so rumbly Baekhyun can barely distinguish individual words through the vocal fry. "Go back to sleep."
Baekhyun tries the buck again. He groans as Kyungsoo's elbow connects with his stomach. "Fine," he says, going slack. Kyungsoo makes a sleepy, satisfied noise, like there isn't anywhere else in the world he'd rather be than right here. Baekhyun's never gonna say it out loud, but he thinks he might agree.
fin
A/N: SOB i'm so sorry like nothing happens in this reeza... forgive me u__u