The Monologue
rating: pg - 15
pairing: girl!onew/jonghyun
length: drabble
word count: ~800 w
The Monologue
When Eunsook is naked, she's skin and bones and hips and lips, and she likes that.
Not many girls can say that about themselves, and Eunsook certainly doesn't get it. Mirrors don't lie, do they? Not this full-length one in front of her right now. She doesn't see a lie.
She sees shapely thighs connected to a wide set of hips, the curves outlining playfully under her palms. A birthmark resembling an isolated island from the map of the Philippines discolors a patch of skin right before the beginning of her right inguinal fold, the trail triangularly bordering the hairs in her pubic region, sparse and scattered. She even likes that barely visible valley from her navel to where her breats meet at the base. Or where they're supposed to meet.
Without a bra, her breasts aren't as perky. They drop centimeters lower from where the garter of her bra circles the upper half of her torso, but they're a healthy set of Cs so she isn't complaining.
She cups the left one, the bigger one, says, "You must be the daddy."
Then her right cups the other, "And you're the baby."
With both breasts cradled on either hand, she wiggles one, then the other, and soon her nipples shrink to attentive buds.
"The only reason you're bigger," Eunsook's smaller voice explains, gently shaking the right one, "is because you greedily absorb all the nutrients when she eats."
Of course, the left one retaliates in a lower register, "Well you could easily be mistaken for a B cup, how about that?"
Naturally, the baby boob is greatly affected by this. "You take that back!"
"You're a waste of perfectly good C space. You should just submit to my offer."
"To merge with you? Ha! Never. I'd rather stay this size than be a united boob with you. They won't even make underwear designed for us!"
"No one can say that I didn't try to reason with you!" The left one aggressively tries to stick with the right one, with a few pushes from Eunsook's hand and twist of her waist.
"No! Stop! Get away! This is my side of the chest!"
"You surrendered you rights to your side the moment you decided to stop developing at fifteen!"
In a pitiful fashion, the baby boob supplies, "How dare you bring that up! I'm a late bloomer! There is such a thing!"
"I am so fed up with your excuses. Just--"
And so begins the struggle between daddy boob and baby boob; one side determined to conquer, while the other decidedly vying for liberty. It all makes sense in Eunsook's mind, but to Jonghyun, who is just about sleepily popping his head from beneath the sheets at the foot of the bed, this all looks pretty disturbing.
"What in the actual fuck," Jonghyun hoarsely demands.
Eunsook spins on her heel, hands still nestling her breasts. "What."
"It's like two in the morning, what the fuck are you doing?"
Eunsook squeezes her boobs together, "My breastesses are at war."
Jonghyun smiles a lazy smile. With her breasts creating a pretty magnificent cleavage, disturbing just turned interesting. "Why is that?"
"One wants to create a uni-boob with the other one."
Jonghyun cringes, "Jesus Christ, which boob?"
"The left one." Eunsook gets on all fours and crawls to Jonghyun, slow enough for him to study every movement with progressively piquing interest. "It's the bigger one."
She sits on the carpet, back on her calves, an arm's length away from Jonghyun.
She cups the daddy boob again, thumbing her nipple. "This one."
"They look the same size to me."
"All you ever do is fondle and lick them so of course you can't tell."
Jonghyun scoffs. "Fine." He sticks his arms out, yawning while curving both palms over her breasts. Eunsook hums a little at the warmth, gasping and nearly backing away when he tightens his grip slightly.
"They're the same size," he finalizes, retrieving his hands.
"What do you know, you're not a bra."
"Life is unfair like that."
"Even if I had one boob, I don't think you'd notice."
Jonghyun laughs soundlessly, "If you had one boob, I'd still love you as if you had two."
"What if I had three?"
Jonghyun cocks a brow. "That depends."
"On what?"
"Where would the third one be?"
Eunsook flicks his forehead then gestures at her chest, "At the center, obviously."
Jonghyun rubs his forehead, the spot cautiously reaching a faded pink shade that almost makes Eunsook guilty. "I thought you might say something weird, like, on your foot."
"Ow."
"I know," Jonghyun agrees. "Would it be the same size as Jong and Hyun?"
Eunsook can't figure out how to respond to that properly. "You named my breasts after you?"
Jonghyun simply nods. "The third one will be named Kim. In case you were wondering."
"I wasn't."
"Question: will Kim be more or less sensitive than the other two? Because you never know with the middle children."
"Fuck you, I'm going back to bed."
Jonghyun laughs loudly this time, but not without protesting with a similar conundrum involving a second penis.
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pairing: girl!onew/jonghyun
length: drabble
word count: ~800 w
The Monologue
When Eunsook is naked, she's skin and bones and hips and lips, and she likes that.
Not many girls can say that about themselves, and Eunsook certainly doesn't get it. Mirrors don't lie, do they? Not this full-length one in front of her right now. She doesn't see a lie.
She sees shapely thighs connected to a wide set of hips, the curves outlining playfully under her palms. A birthmark resembling an isolated island from the map of the Philippines discolors a patch of skin right before the beginning of her right inguinal fold, the trail triangularly bordering the hairs in her pubic region, sparse and scattered. She even likes that barely visible valley from her navel to where her breats meet at the base. Or where they're supposed to meet.
Without a bra, her breasts aren't as perky. They drop centimeters lower from where the garter of her bra circles the upper half of her torso, but they're a healthy set of Cs so she isn't complaining.
She cups the left one, the bigger one, says, "You must be the daddy."
Then her right cups the other, "And you're the baby."
With both breasts cradled on either hand, she wiggles one, then the other, and soon her nipples shrink to attentive buds.
"The only reason you're bigger," Eunsook's smaller voice explains, gently shaking the right one, "is because you greedily absorb all the nutrients when she eats."
Of course, the left one retaliates in a lower register, "Well you could easily be mistaken for a B cup, how about that?"
Naturally, the baby boob is greatly affected by this. "You take that back!"
"You're a waste of perfectly good C space. You should just submit to my offer."
"To merge with you? Ha! Never. I'd rather stay this size than be a united boob with you. They won't even make underwear designed for us!"
"No one can say that I didn't try to reason with you!" The left one aggressively tries to stick with the right one, with a few pushes from Eunsook's hand and twist of her waist.
"No! Stop! Get away! This is my side of the chest!"
"You surrendered you rights to your side the moment you decided to stop developing at fifteen!"
In a pitiful fashion, the baby boob supplies, "How dare you bring that up! I'm a late bloomer! There is such a thing!"
"I am so fed up with your excuses. Just--"
And so begins the struggle between daddy boob and baby boob; one side determined to conquer, while the other decidedly vying for liberty. It all makes sense in Eunsook's mind, but to Jonghyun, who is just about sleepily popping his head from beneath the sheets at the foot of the bed, this all looks pretty disturbing.
"What in the actual fuck," Jonghyun hoarsely demands.
Eunsook spins on her heel, hands still nestling her breasts. "What."
"It's like two in the morning, what the fuck are you doing?"
Eunsook squeezes her boobs together, "My breastesses are at war."
Jonghyun smiles a lazy smile. With her breasts creating a pretty magnificent cleavage, disturbing just turned interesting. "Why is that?"
"One wants to create a uni-boob with the other one."
Jonghyun cringes, "Jesus Christ, which boob?"
"The left one." Eunsook gets on all fours and crawls to Jonghyun, slow enough for him to study every movement with progressively piquing interest. "It's the bigger one."
She sits on the carpet, back on her calves, an arm's length away from Jonghyun.
She cups the daddy boob again, thumbing her nipple. "This one."
"They look the same size to me."
"All you ever do is fondle and lick them so of course you can't tell."
Jonghyun scoffs. "Fine." He sticks his arms out, yawning while curving both palms over her breasts. Eunsook hums a little at the warmth, gasping and nearly backing away when he tightens his grip slightly.
"They're the same size," he finalizes, retrieving his hands.
"What do you know, you're not a bra."
"Life is unfair like that."
"Even if I had one boob, I don't think you'd notice."
Jonghyun laughs soundlessly, "If you had one boob, I'd still love you as if you had two."
"What if I had three?"
Jonghyun cocks a brow. "That depends."
"On what?"
"Where would the third one be?"
Eunsook flicks his forehead then gestures at her chest, "At the center, obviously."
Jonghyun rubs his forehead, the spot cautiously reaching a faded pink shade that almost makes Eunsook guilty. "I thought you might say something weird, like, on your foot."
"Ow."
"I know," Jonghyun agrees. "Would it be the same size as Jong and Hyun?"
Eunsook can't figure out how to respond to that properly. "You named my breasts after you?"
Jonghyun simply nods. "The third one will be named Kim. In case you were wondering."
"I wasn't."
"Question: will Kim be more or less sensitive than the other two? Because you never know with the middle children."
"Fuck you, I'm going back to bed."
Jonghyun laughs loudly this time, but not without protesting with a similar conundrum involving a second penis.
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