30 day short fic challenge: 26. Tongue - Sejoon
Title: 26. Tongue - Sejoon
Fandom: Kpop (Speed)
Pairing: Sejoon/Jongkook
Word count: 413
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Notes: Previous days can be found here and the full challenge here.
Sejoon frames Jongkook's face in his hands, leaning in and kissing him hard. It's not goodbye, it's never goodbye. He cannot say goodbye. It hurts too much. It's only two years and Jongkook's leaving next month. They'd wanted to enlist together, but it was never going to happen. Not that they would've been in the same unit anyway. But it still hurts and it's still hard.
They write and text, sometimes. They want to see each other, but they can't. Their breaks never line up, no matter how hard they try. They'll talk on the phone, or skype if they can find the time and the privacy. The first year oes slowly, but the second seems to drag. And then, when Sejoon things he cannot possibly last any longer, he is discharged.
He moves in with his parents and tries not to think about Jongkook discharging in two more months. His heart aches and he's full of worries. He tries to focus on what to go to university in and to find a job, but he's distracted.
The two months seem to crawl by on some day and speed past on others. And then it's time. Sejoon doesn't go meet Jongkook, he's not sure it'd be right, but he desperately wants to. He waits for Jongkook's call. But it's not a call. It's a text with a number, no, an address. Sejoon takes the train into the centre of Seoul. He finds the hotel, the room. He knocks on the door.
Jongkook is waiting for him. He's been discharged less than twenty four hours. He is touching Sejoon before the doors even closed. Their bodies against each other, Sejoon breathes in Jongkook, the way he smells, the way he feels against Sejoon, the way his mouth tastes. Everything is the same and yet different.
Sejoon kisses Jongkook again and again. Each time a little harder, a little deeper. Jongkook's mouth opens under Sejoon's as they stumble toward the bed. Their kisses turn needy, tongues twisting agianst each other.
Afterward they curl, naked, around each other. They trade I love yous and I miss yous and Sejoon wonders why he was worried at all. Nothing could change the way Jongkook feels about him the way nothing could change the way he feels about Jongkook.
They make plans for the future and all of their possible futures end with them, together. There's never any questions. Their two years did nothing but make their relationship stronger.
Fandom: Kpop (Speed)
Pairing: Sejoon/Jongkook
Word count: 413
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Notes: Previous days can be found here and the full challenge here.
Sejoon frames Jongkook's face in his hands, leaning in and kissing him hard. It's not goodbye, it's never goodbye. He cannot say goodbye. It hurts too much. It's only two years and Jongkook's leaving next month. They'd wanted to enlist together, but it was never going to happen. Not that they would've been in the same unit anyway. But it still hurts and it's still hard.
They write and text, sometimes. They want to see each other, but they can't. Their breaks never line up, no matter how hard they try. They'll talk on the phone, or skype if they can find the time and the privacy. The first year oes slowly, but the second seems to drag. And then, when Sejoon things he cannot possibly last any longer, he is discharged.
He moves in with his parents and tries not to think about Jongkook discharging in two more months. His heart aches and he's full of worries. He tries to focus on what to go to university in and to find a job, but he's distracted.
The two months seem to crawl by on some day and speed past on others. And then it's time. Sejoon doesn't go meet Jongkook, he's not sure it'd be right, but he desperately wants to. He waits for Jongkook's call. But it's not a call. It's a text with a number, no, an address. Sejoon takes the train into the centre of Seoul. He finds the hotel, the room. He knocks on the door.
Jongkook is waiting for him. He's been discharged less than twenty four hours. He is touching Sejoon before the doors even closed. Their bodies against each other, Sejoon breathes in Jongkook, the way he smells, the way he feels against Sejoon, the way his mouth tastes. Everything is the same and yet different.
Sejoon kisses Jongkook again and again. Each time a little harder, a little deeper. Jongkook's mouth opens under Sejoon's as they stumble toward the bed. Their kisses turn needy, tongues twisting agianst each other.
Afterward they curl, naked, around each other. They trade I love yous and I miss yous and Sejoon wonders why he was worried at all. Nothing could change the way Jongkook feels about him the way nothing could change the way he feels about Jongkook.
They make plans for the future and all of their possible futures end with them, together. There's never any questions. Their two years did nothing but make their relationship stronger.