Clear As Day
Title: Clear As Day
Pairing: HyunJoong/JungMin
Rating: PG-13
Summary: HyunJoong has finally found an analogy that works for JungMin.
A/N: for jabeum who requested this so long ago, I hope you enjoy, and I took the prompt in such a different direction ><
JungMin is like the weather HyunJoong decides one day. He had made many comparisons of JungMin to other things before: an onion, bells, horns, and of course, a horse. After much consideration and analysis into this comparison, HyunJoong has decided that storms are the best way to describe the younger.
To prove his point, HyunJoong locked himself away in his room with the supplies he needed and the occasional assistance of a smirking KyuJong (someone had to help him use the computer). When he finally emerged, the rest of the group was ushered out of the dorm, leaving the leader with the very confused JungMin. HyunJoong sat the younger down in his room, handing him a stapled together booklet.
"Why JungMin is like the weather," JungMin read off the titled, and scowled. "Seriously? Is this going to be like the onion thing? Cause I don't smell like onions," JungMin said, looking at HyunJoong with a sour expression.
"No, no it won't be like the onion thing, just read it," HyunJoong said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
JungMin looked at the back of the door for a moment then down at the booklet in his hand. He flipped through the pages of the computer printed paper, smirking at some of the random clip arts of clouds or the sun. With a sigh he turned to the first page and started to read.
Why JungMin Is Like the Weather
Weather is fickle, and change at the drop of a hat. One minute the sun can be shining and the next the clouds will move in.
HyunJoong watches JungMin bounce around the room, giddy with excitement.
"This is the best day of my life!" JungMin squealed, clutching a stuffed horse to his chest.
"Really? The best day of your life is finding out that they're going to be reshowing your favorite drama on TV," HyunJoong drawled, rolling his eyes. "Not the day we debuted, or anything you know, important."
JungMin stopped bouncing, and glared at HyunJoong, eyes narrowed. The younger man sniffed audibly, and turned on his heel, stomping from the room with his nose in the air. HyunJoong sighed and got up off the couch to go chase him down.
Those clouds eventually turn into storm clouds, and then the rains start, slowly at first, going from a soft drizzle to a downpour. Rains can comfort, and breathe new life into parched lands.
Curled up in bed, HyunJoong wanted nothing more than to sleep for two weeks straight. Schedules and obligations had finally taken their toll and he was ordered on bed rest for the next two days. Unfortunately, after a full day of sleep, HyunJoong couldn't sleep any more and wanted something to do, but didn't have the energy to get out of bed.
He heard the door open to his room, and when he cracked his eyes open gave a yelp with JungMin's face inches from his own.
"What the hell Min," he grumbled, flicking the grinning redhead in the forehead. JungMin ignored the flick and crawled up on the bed next to him.
"How are you feeling?" JungMin grinned, laying his head on HyunJoong's pillow and grinning at him.
"I was feeling fine," HyunJoong glared at him. "What do you want?"
"I thought I'd come see how you were doing, I brought you some manwha, and some lunch," JungMin said, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. "But if you don't want it, I can just take it and go."
"No, no, that's fine, you can stay," HyunJoong brightened at the thought of food and something to keep him entertained. "Thank you."
"You're welcome!" JungMin beamed at him, and HyunJoong couldn't help but smile back.
As the rain falls and the wind picks up, the storm intensifies. Before long, people are running for cover as a tornado touches down, wreaking havoc in it's path.
JungMin's voice was raised, and HyunJoong could clearly see the vein protruding from his neck as the younger man was yelling about...something.
"Calm down JungMin," HyunJoong said, trying not to sigh at how ridiculous this all was.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" JungMin snapped, picking up a magazine and throwing it at HyunJoong's head. "I'll calm down when I'm good and ready or he apologizes to me!"
"I'm sure he didn't mean it," HyunJoong said, easily avoiding the projectile, and the couple after that. "You get so defensive about the smallest things, it's hard to know what you'll get upset over."
"I'm pretty sure he knew what he was doing when he told that story on national TV, again," JungMin retorted.
"Well, at least it was funny?" HyunJoong ducked.
As seasons change, the air grows colder and the violent storms of the summer months are replaced with the freezing snow storms.
HyunJoong knocked on JungMin's door. It had been two weeks since the younger had spoken to him, or looked at him, or even gave a hint that he was aware of the other's presence when it wasn't obligated.
"JungMin, can we talk?" There was no response. Not that he was expecting any. "I'm sorry about what I said, I won't make fun of your hair anymore." Still no response.
HyunJoong sighed and turned around to go back to his room, trying to think of ways to apologize.
JungMin closed the booklet, his lips pursed in thought after reading the last lines. He tapped his finger on the paper, trying to understand. Smirking, he tucked the booklet under his arm and headed out into the living room where HyunJoong was draped on the couch. Clearing his throat, JungMin leaned his shoulder against the wall next to the couch, taking the booklet and flipping to the last page. HyunJoong opened his eyes and tilted his head back to look at JungMin.
JungMin started to read the last line.
"Eventually, the temperatures warm and the snow and ice melt. Plants grow, flowers bloom, and the air is filled with the sounds of birds chirping. The temperature continues to climb, an oppressive scorching heat that even the heartiest of animals seek shelter." JungMin closed the booklet and peered down at HyunJoong, his brow quirked in question.
HyunJoong was pretty sure he was the one who started it, but he would lay the blame at JungMin's feet if it push came to shove. All he knew, was how much was enjoying the younger beneath him.
The taste of his skin on his lips and tongue. The way the jut of bone resisted against his teeth, and how the red locks of hair felt twined in his fingers.
HyunJoong watched in rapt fascination the myriad of facial twitches, the fluttering of eye lids, and the way JungMin's tongue wet dry lips before trapping the bottom in between his teeth. There was something in the way JungMin's smooth baritone groaned and whimpered, cried out in that way that made HyunJoong's blood boil.
Sweat trailed down HyunJoong's back, chest and arms, mingling with JungMin's as their bodies slid against one another. He felt JungMin's fingers digging into his sides, nails scraping along without finding purchase.
HyunJoong gasped, his body shuddering from the intensity. He could do little more than hover over JungMin, head down and panting hot breath against the man's neck, shivering when he felt JungMin's against his.
"You could have just said, 'Hey, JungMin, I like you,'" JungMin said, breathing still uneven as they lay next to each other to cool down.
"Where's the fun in that?" HyunJoong chuckled, turning his head to look at him.
JungMin rolled his eyes and laughed. "You're a riddle HyunJoong, never giving a clear answer."
"It's as clear as day to me," HyunJoong said.
Pairing: HyunJoong/JungMin
Rating: PG-13
Summary: HyunJoong has finally found an analogy that works for JungMin.
A/N: for jabeum who requested this so long ago, I hope you enjoy, and I took the prompt in such a different direction ><
JungMin is like the weather HyunJoong decides one day. He had made many comparisons of JungMin to other things before: an onion, bells, horns, and of course, a horse. After much consideration and analysis into this comparison, HyunJoong has decided that storms are the best way to describe the younger.
To prove his point, HyunJoong locked himself away in his room with the supplies he needed and the occasional assistance of a smirking KyuJong (someone had to help him use the computer). When he finally emerged, the rest of the group was ushered out of the dorm, leaving the leader with the very confused JungMin. HyunJoong sat the younger down in his room, handing him a stapled together booklet.
"Why JungMin is like the weather," JungMin read off the titled, and scowled. "Seriously? Is this going to be like the onion thing? Cause I don't smell like onions," JungMin said, looking at HyunJoong with a sour expression.
"No, no it won't be like the onion thing, just read it," HyunJoong said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
JungMin looked at the back of the door for a moment then down at the booklet in his hand. He flipped through the pages of the computer printed paper, smirking at some of the random clip arts of clouds or the sun. With a sigh he turned to the first page and started to read.
Why JungMin Is Like the Weather
Weather is fickle, and change at the drop of a hat. One minute the sun can be shining and the next the clouds will move in.
HyunJoong watches JungMin bounce around the room, giddy with excitement.
"This is the best day of my life!" JungMin squealed, clutching a stuffed horse to his chest.
"Really? The best day of your life is finding out that they're going to be reshowing your favorite drama on TV," HyunJoong drawled, rolling his eyes. "Not the day we debuted, or anything you know, important."
JungMin stopped bouncing, and glared at HyunJoong, eyes narrowed. The younger man sniffed audibly, and turned on his heel, stomping from the room with his nose in the air. HyunJoong sighed and got up off the couch to go chase him down.
Those clouds eventually turn into storm clouds, and then the rains start, slowly at first, going from a soft drizzle to a downpour. Rains can comfort, and breathe new life into parched lands.
Curled up in bed, HyunJoong wanted nothing more than to sleep for two weeks straight. Schedules and obligations had finally taken their toll and he was ordered on bed rest for the next two days. Unfortunately, after a full day of sleep, HyunJoong couldn't sleep any more and wanted something to do, but didn't have the energy to get out of bed.
He heard the door open to his room, and when he cracked his eyes open gave a yelp with JungMin's face inches from his own.
"What the hell Min," he grumbled, flicking the grinning redhead in the forehead. JungMin ignored the flick and crawled up on the bed next to him.
"How are you feeling?" JungMin grinned, laying his head on HyunJoong's pillow and grinning at him.
"I was feeling fine," HyunJoong glared at him. "What do you want?"
"I thought I'd come see how you were doing, I brought you some manwha, and some lunch," JungMin said, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. "But if you don't want it, I can just take it and go."
"No, no, that's fine, you can stay," HyunJoong brightened at the thought of food and something to keep him entertained. "Thank you."
"You're welcome!" JungMin beamed at him, and HyunJoong couldn't help but smile back.
As the rain falls and the wind picks up, the storm intensifies. Before long, people are running for cover as a tornado touches down, wreaking havoc in it's path.
JungMin's voice was raised, and HyunJoong could clearly see the vein protruding from his neck as the younger man was yelling about...something.
"Calm down JungMin," HyunJoong said, trying not to sigh at how ridiculous this all was.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" JungMin snapped, picking up a magazine and throwing it at HyunJoong's head. "I'll calm down when I'm good and ready or he apologizes to me!"
"I'm sure he didn't mean it," HyunJoong said, easily avoiding the projectile, and the couple after that. "You get so defensive about the smallest things, it's hard to know what you'll get upset over."
"I'm pretty sure he knew what he was doing when he told that story on national TV, again," JungMin retorted.
"Well, at least it was funny?" HyunJoong ducked.
As seasons change, the air grows colder and the violent storms of the summer months are replaced with the freezing snow storms.
HyunJoong knocked on JungMin's door. It had been two weeks since the younger had spoken to him, or looked at him, or even gave a hint that he was aware of the other's presence when it wasn't obligated.
"JungMin, can we talk?" There was no response. Not that he was expecting any. "I'm sorry about what I said, I won't make fun of your hair anymore." Still no response.
HyunJoong sighed and turned around to go back to his room, trying to think of ways to apologize.
JungMin closed the booklet, his lips pursed in thought after reading the last lines. He tapped his finger on the paper, trying to understand. Smirking, he tucked the booklet under his arm and headed out into the living room where HyunJoong was draped on the couch. Clearing his throat, JungMin leaned his shoulder against the wall next to the couch, taking the booklet and flipping to the last page. HyunJoong opened his eyes and tilted his head back to look at JungMin.
JungMin started to read the last line.
"Eventually, the temperatures warm and the snow and ice melt. Plants grow, flowers bloom, and the air is filled with the sounds of birds chirping. The temperature continues to climb, an oppressive scorching heat that even the heartiest of animals seek shelter." JungMin closed the booklet and peered down at HyunJoong, his brow quirked in question.
HyunJoong was pretty sure he was the one who started it, but he would lay the blame at JungMin's feet if it push came to shove. All he knew, was how much was enjoying the younger beneath him.
The taste of his skin on his lips and tongue. The way the jut of bone resisted against his teeth, and how the red locks of hair felt twined in his fingers.
HyunJoong watched in rapt fascination the myriad of facial twitches, the fluttering of eye lids, and the way JungMin's tongue wet dry lips before trapping the bottom in between his teeth. There was something in the way JungMin's smooth baritone groaned and whimpered, cried out in that way that made HyunJoong's blood boil.
Sweat trailed down HyunJoong's back, chest and arms, mingling with JungMin's as their bodies slid against one another. He felt JungMin's fingers digging into his sides, nails scraping along without finding purchase.
HyunJoong gasped, his body shuddering from the intensity. He could do little more than hover over JungMin, head down and panting hot breath against the man's neck, shivering when he felt JungMin's against his.
"You could have just said, 'Hey, JungMin, I like you,'" JungMin said, breathing still uneven as they lay next to each other to cool down.
"Where's the fun in that?" HyunJoong chuckled, turning his head to look at him.
JungMin rolled his eyes and laughed. "You're a riddle HyunJoong, never giving a clear answer."
"It's as clear as day to me," HyunJoong said.