Jelly Candy (Oneshot)
Pairing: Injoon & Jay
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Most stayed away from Injoon, but not Jay. Delinquent Gang AU.
Authors note: Omg, I can barely believe that I actually wrote this. I'm not a fan of D-NA (yet) and I know nothing about them, so this is probably very OOC. The story (or lack thereof) is blatantly inspired by epi.7 of Idol League... The mouth to mouth game. And in there, Injoon kept glaring in a way that made me think of a teenage thug. And so this was born.
He was a few years older and thus a few inches taller, and he moved with the forcefull grace of a teenage boy who just got used to his new body. His hair was bleached and recklessly styled upwards, and his face was constantly tied in a dark frown, gaze always staying downwards.
His whole being screamed stay away.
And most did. But not Jay.
Injoon was not the leader. As a matter of fact, the leader was rarely seen these days, probably due to a mix of jobs and jail. But Injoon was definitely respected among the group. Jay had been told stories of how he would beat up a guy for looking at him the wrong way, of how he once knocked out four thugs all on his own. Jay was never sure how much truth there was in these stories, whispered in awe while hurriedly checking over the shoulder, so that the object of the conversation wouldn’t show up unnoticed.
Injoon rarely spoke, rarely initiated any interaction with other really, and that’d make you think he didn’t care for the gang. But then again he always showed up at the hideout almost every evening. Jay usually saw him sneak in around 7pm, and some older guys usually greeted him with a grunted acknowledgement, to which he’d only nod. Jay saw Injoon alot, but Injoon never looked at Jay.
Since he’d rearely initiate any interaction, you’d think that he was really too good the the group. But whenever they were at their shenanigans, shoplifting cigarettes or fighting other gangs or whatnot, he participated. Even when the older guys were giving the younger a hard time, he didn’t defend them, like some did. Sometimes he watched the scene silently, and then averted his gaze. Sometimes it seemed to amuse him, and he joined in. Injoons provocations were rare, but also the cruelest. His eyes would narrow ever further, and he’d not even smirk as he spit out orders.
One day, after shoplifting candy from a nearby gas station, a few of the guys started teasing Jay about his girly physique, and before he even had the chance to look around, Injoon had descended on him like a hawk. In no time the subject was changed and provocations fired at every direction, someone called someone a pussy, and someone fished out a jellyworm and asked who was the pussy, placing a dare; two guys were to eat the candy from both ends, and first one to pull away, was the pussy.
”I’m no fucking gay” someone spat, and then Injoon said, calmly: ”Then you’re the pussy”.
Protests ensued, to which Injoon spun around, took a firm grip of Jays elbow and tugged him forward.
”You don’t have to do a thing. If Jay’s got the balls to do it, that’d prove that you’re a bigger pussy than him.”
Jay, suddenly the center of attention, fiddled with his oversized cap, wishing it could cover his entire face. His bangs fell into his eyes when Injoon snatched a jellyworm from the bag and marched back to him, clamping his hand down on Jays shoulders. Jay feebly raised a hand to shield himself, but knew already that is was futile. He didn’t even know the rules to the game anymore, were he to last longer than Injoon or was it enough to just bite his end of the candy?
The guys gathered around them both, excited and laughing, and impressed howls rose as Injoon took a generous bite on the candy, chewed and swallowed.
”Come on, pussy” He said, before wedging the candy between his lips and taking an almost choking grip on Jay’s throat.
”You can’t…” Jay tried weakly, but Injoon was inching closer and the crowd, closed tightly around them, was chanting. Getting a good look at Injoons face so close up made his knees shake a little. He was very aware of Injoon’s hand on his skin, his quickened breathing on his face and his eyelids falling shut-what?
The soft end of the candy was already nudging Jay’s chin, and he took a deep breath, pulling his lips back so they wouldn’t brush against the others’, and bit down. The same moment Injoon chewed closer, so close that their angled faces touched, and their noses slightly bumped together.
It only lasted a second or two. A second of Injoons lips closing against his own, before the crowd roared of laughter and eeews, and in the commotion they were both pushed against each other. They almost fell, stumbled, and Jay took an automatic grip of Injoons arm just as his thigh pressed to Jay’s crotch.
Then they were separated, and he didn’t see where Injoon ended up, busy telling himself: He didn’t notice. There’s not way he could have noticed.
He felt sick. He wanted to leave, go home, but had to stick around for a while so that noone’d think that the game had affected him. About an hour later he excused himself, saying he had this stupid test tomorrow and both his teachers and his folks would kill him if he failed. He withstood the comments, and swiftly scanned the room (no sight of Injoon) before sneaking out.
He hadn’t reached two blocks before he realized someone was following him, and he spun around just to face Injoons murderous frown approaching quickly. For a moment, escape and run flew through his head, but then Injoon had yanked his wrist and pulled him into a darker alley.
After a few moments of nothing but Injoon frowning down to his face, Jay stammered weakly; ”W-What do you want?”
The comeback was instant. ”You liked it, didn’t you, you little freak?”
”W..What?”
Before he knew it, Injoons took a firm grip of Jays chin and pressed their lips together. Blood rushed speedily up and down his body, making him lightheaded, and he clutched at Injoons jacket as they kissed. He tasted of cigarettes and jelly candy.
The grip of his chin slowly softened, and another hand came around his waist to press their bodies together. But Injoons head was still viced in a very awkward angle, and Jay carefully placed his fingers against his hair, surprised when Injoon immediately gave in to the light pressing and leaned his head the other way.
With a last nibble, they parted and for a moment just looked at each other, before Jay said; ”So..um.. What do we do now?”
Injoon tilted his head, frowning towards the wall behind. ”Let’s go sleep.”