[04.] the ichiban way to learn japanese
[04.] the ichiban way to learn japanese
hyunmin gives suhoon a little impromptu japanese lesson || pg
“Jyagaimo,” Hyunmin says, picking up a steamed potato. He rolls it around in his hands, blowing on it to cool it off, then bites into it. “Umai.”
Suhoon eyes Hyunmin, one eyebrow shooting up. They’re eating dinner, just the two of them today. Hyunchul and Jihwan had gone to dance rehearsal, and Injun was probably somewhere in the recording studio making a long-distance call to Gwangchul. Japan gets lonely sometimes.
Suhoon chopsticks are half raised to his lips, a piece of Kimchi clamped firmly between them. Hyunmin smiles at him, and stabs a sweet potato with a single chopstick. He waves it in front of Suhoon’s face.
“Satsumaimo. Satsumaimo!”
Suhoon rolls his eyes and brings the Kimchi to his mouth. “My brain can’t handle Japanese right now. Save it for when Hyunchul gets back.”
Hyunmin whacks him on the arm playfully. “Oh come on, hyung, I’m helping you with Japanese. You’re going to get scolded again if you keep failing our vocab tests.”
Suhoon frowns and kicks Hyunmin under the table. “I’ll just let Hyunchul and Injun do the talking.”
“Oh come on, leader-sshi, have some responsibility,” Hyunmin mock-scolds. “I bet you don’t know what these are,” he continues, waving his chopsticks around. Suhoon sighs mutedly.
“Hashi. Those are hashi.”
Hyunmin pouts, defeated. “Okay, how about these?” he says, pointing to his lips. Suhoon raises an eyebrow.
“Uh, lips, um,” he stutters, thinking. He knows this, he’s sure he does, but the word slips his mind. “Kuchi?”
“Nope. Kuchibiru,” Hyunmin mutters, inching closer to Suhoon. He’s barely a centimetre away now, and Suhoon can feel Hyunmin’s breath hot on his face.
“What’s this?” Hyunmin murmurs, and presses his lips onto Suhoon’s. Suhoon drops his chopsticks, surprised, but Hyunmin reaches up and curls a hand around the nape of his neck to steady him, and he gives up and melts forward into the kiss. It's gentle, chaste, and it's exactly what Suhoon's been missing in Japan. He thinks of the times Hyunmin would press him against the soundproof glass panel in the recording studio back in Korea, when it was just the two of them, and kiss him there, or sneak a quick peck to his lips late at night in the dance studio -- but that was Korea. Japan had been a change of pace Suhoon wasn't sure he liked.
When they break apart, Hyunmin has a victorious smile on his face.
“So? What is it?”
Suhoon's confused for a moment, until he remembers what they were doing before.
“Right. Kiss. Kisu. You taste like potato,” he murmurs, backing away, and Hyunmin just smiles and stuffs the other half of the potato into Suhoon’s mouth.
“I hate you,” Suhoon garbles around it, shooting a dirty at Hyunmin. Hyunmin chuckles and Suhoon hides a smile.
“Well, at least you won’t be forgetting anything in our next Japanese class.”
hyunmin gives suhoon a little impromptu japanese lesson || pg
“Jyagaimo,” Hyunmin says, picking up a steamed potato. He rolls it around in his hands, blowing on it to cool it off, then bites into it. “Umai.”
Suhoon eyes Hyunmin, one eyebrow shooting up. They’re eating dinner, just the two of them today. Hyunchul and Jihwan had gone to dance rehearsal, and Injun was probably somewhere in the recording studio making a long-distance call to Gwangchul. Japan gets lonely sometimes.
Suhoon chopsticks are half raised to his lips, a piece of Kimchi clamped firmly between them. Hyunmin smiles at him, and stabs a sweet potato with a single chopstick. He waves it in front of Suhoon’s face.
“Satsumaimo. Satsumaimo!”
Suhoon rolls his eyes and brings the Kimchi to his mouth. “My brain can’t handle Japanese right now. Save it for when Hyunchul gets back.”
Hyunmin whacks him on the arm playfully. “Oh come on, hyung, I’m helping you with Japanese. You’re going to get scolded again if you keep failing our vocab tests.”
Suhoon frowns and kicks Hyunmin under the table. “I’ll just let Hyunchul and Injun do the talking.”
“Oh come on, leader-sshi, have some responsibility,” Hyunmin mock-scolds. “I bet you don’t know what these are,” he continues, waving his chopsticks around. Suhoon sighs mutedly.
“Hashi. Those are hashi.”
Hyunmin pouts, defeated. “Okay, how about these?” he says, pointing to his lips. Suhoon raises an eyebrow.
“Uh, lips, um,” he stutters, thinking. He knows this, he’s sure he does, but the word slips his mind. “Kuchi?”
“Nope. Kuchibiru,” Hyunmin mutters, inching closer to Suhoon. He’s barely a centimetre away now, and Suhoon can feel Hyunmin’s breath hot on his face.
“What’s this?” Hyunmin murmurs, and presses his lips onto Suhoon’s. Suhoon drops his chopsticks, surprised, but Hyunmin reaches up and curls a hand around the nape of his neck to steady him, and he gives up and melts forward into the kiss. It's gentle, chaste, and it's exactly what Suhoon's been missing in Japan. He thinks of the times Hyunmin would press him against the soundproof glass panel in the recording studio back in Korea, when it was just the two of them, and kiss him there, or sneak a quick peck to his lips late at night in the dance studio -- but that was Korea. Japan had been a change of pace Suhoon wasn't sure he liked.
When they break apart, Hyunmin has a victorious smile on his face.
“So? What is it?”
Suhoon's confused for a moment, until he remembers what they were doing before.
“Right. Kiss. Kisu. You taste like potato,” he murmurs, backing away, and Hyunmin just smiles and stuffs the other half of the potato into Suhoon’s mouth.
“I hate you,” Suhoon garbles around it, shooting a dirty at Hyunmin. Hyunmin chuckles and Suhoon hides a smile.
“Well, at least you won’t be forgetting anything in our next Japanese class.”