[fic]
title: Normal
rating: PG
fandom: SS501
pairing: Kyujong/Jungmin
summary: "It's obvious. You must have noticed him flirting with you lately."
Kyujong was honestly baffled. “What? No he doesn’t.”
Hyungjun shook his head and leaned in closer, a look altogether far-too gleeful for Kyujong’s liking right now. “It’s obvious. You must have noticed him flirting with you lately.”
“He flirts with everyone,” Kyujong countered dryly with a slight shake of his head. “He’s Jungmin.”
“Even more so with you though.” Hyungjun lowered his voice a little, sounding like some kind of co-conspirator. “What are you gonna do when he makes a move on you?”
Kyujong’s mouth hung open stupidly, he hadn’t really thought about that part of it. Well, he didn’t believe a word Hyungjun had told him, anyway. What did Hyungjun know, after all? Kyujong snapped his mouth shut and shook his head again, making a face.
“Nothing, because he’s not going to.”
Hyungjun gave him a look that clearly said he was unconvinced, but hey, if Kyujong didn’t want to believe him then fine. “Well, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you,” Hyungjun said earnestly, and Kyujong had a strange urge to laugh at him, Hyungjun looked so serious.
“Right, thanks.” Kyujong clearly wasn’t convinced, either.
Kyujong had decided that everything Hyungjun had told him was either some kind of not-very-funny joke on him, or his younger bandmate had gone just a little crazy. Or perhaps a mix of both. Either way, when Hyungjun had come to him and informed him that Jungmin liked him, Kyujong did not believe a word of it.
Okay, so, Jungmin was pretty touchy-feely, all the time, but he was like that with all of them. There was nothing different about the way Jungmin would sling an arm around Kyujong’s waist than when he’d sling an arm around Hyunjoong, or Youngsaeng. And there was nothing at all different in the way Jungmin smiled at Kyujong, than how he smiled at other people.
As far as Kyujong noticed, anyway, although when he’d tried to tell Hyungjun this, Hyungjun had just dismissed it and thrown it aside with a condescending, “well you wouldn’t notice anyway.”
Kyujong still wasn’t convinced, though.
Although, part of the reason might just have been because Kyujong didn’t want to be convinced. He didn’t want to think that Hyungjun might be right, because what if Kyujong did, and then found out it was just some kind of joke, or mistake, or something? He’d have gotten his hopes up for nothing, then, and that wasn’t any fun.
So Hyungjun was crazy, and Jungmin was just a natural flirt, and Kyujong was baffled as to why Hyungjun had told him any of this anyway, and why he was still thinking about it, several days later.
“Baby is crazy,” Kyujong muttered to himself, when he found he was still thinking over that stupid conversation.
“What did he do this time?” A voice was in his ear and arms had slipped around his waist before Kyujong had even registered what had been said, and about five seconds later he jumped a little when he realised just who was holding him from behind. “Not that I disagree, he is crazy.” There was a laugh then, and Kyujong felt warm breath breeze the side of his face. He wanted to slap himself just for noticing that; stupid.
“What’s up with you? You’re a little jumpy,” Jungmin noted with a laugh, leaning forward to rest his head on Kyujong’s shoulder. Which was a completely normal thing for Jungmin to do, but Kyujong had to swallow the strange urge to suck in a sharp breath.
“No, I’m fine,” Kyujong replied, hoping he sounded more normal than he felt. And again, he was somewhat baffled, at himself this time. Why was it all feeling so un-normal now?
“He must have done a lot, to get you this tense and jumpy.” Kyujong felt Jungmin’s fingers twist a little in the material of his sweater, fiddling absently at the hem. Normal normal normal. This was nothing, this was how Jungmin always was, with everyone. He’d have to severely harm Hyungjun later for this, for putting stupid ideas in his head and brainwashing him.
Kyujong tried to relax a little, although now he could feel Jungmin’s breath warm against his neck, and that didn’t really help anything at all. “It’s alright, I’ll get him back for it later,” Kyujong assured, and at least with saying that he sounded normal, because that at least was something he was definitely going to be doing.
“Mmm, okay, but not anytime soon. You’re busy for awhile.”
Kyujong’s face creased into a puzzled frown, and he half turned in Jungmin’s arms to look back at him. “No, I’m not. It’s Youngsaeng and Hyungjun’s turn to clean up today.”
Jungmin laughed, giving Kyujong one of his wide, dazzling smiles. “I’m not talking about cleaning up.”
It was only then that Kyujong noticed one of Jungmin’s hands had worked its way under his sweater, and he felt cool fingers stroking slowly over his skin. He shivered a little, involuntarily, and dammit, he was sure the smile on Jungmin’s face widened.
“He told you, didn’t he?” Jungmin’s other arm had snaked its way around Kyujong’s waist, and he tugged him around, properly facing each other. “I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it to himself.”
Kyujong blinked and his mouth gaped a little. Hyungjun hadn’t just been making it up, or gone insane? Hyungjun had been telling the truth? Well, Hyungjun was still probably crazy, but an honest crazy, at the least.
“That’s a very attractive look for you, the stupid look,” Jungmin teased. His fingers were still on Kyujong’s skin, rubbing slow, abstract patterns over his stomach. Which really wasn’t helping Kyujong any, because he felt the need to shiver again.
He closed his mouth and frowned at Jungmin. “I thought he was just making it up,” Kyujong said in defence of himself.
Jungmin grinned at him, and that grin alone made Kyujong take in a slight breath; there was something different about it this time. “No, he wasn’t.”
And Jungmin leaned in close and kissed him, making things even less normal than they had been. But Kyujong didn’t think he’d worry about normal anymore, and he certainly wasn’t going to complain.
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rating: PG
fandom: SS501
pairing: Kyujong/Jungmin
summary: "It's obvious. You must have noticed him flirting with you lately."
Kyujong was honestly baffled. “What? No he doesn’t.”
Hyungjun shook his head and leaned in closer, a look altogether far-too gleeful for Kyujong’s liking right now. “It’s obvious. You must have noticed him flirting with you lately.”
“He flirts with everyone,” Kyujong countered dryly with a slight shake of his head. “He’s Jungmin.”
“Even more so with you though.” Hyungjun lowered his voice a little, sounding like some kind of co-conspirator. “What are you gonna do when he makes a move on you?”
Kyujong’s mouth hung open stupidly, he hadn’t really thought about that part of it. Well, he didn’t believe a word Hyungjun had told him, anyway. What did Hyungjun know, after all? Kyujong snapped his mouth shut and shook his head again, making a face.
“Nothing, because he’s not going to.”
Hyungjun gave him a look that clearly said he was unconvinced, but hey, if Kyujong didn’t want to believe him then fine. “Well, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you,” Hyungjun said earnestly, and Kyujong had a strange urge to laugh at him, Hyungjun looked so serious.
“Right, thanks.” Kyujong clearly wasn’t convinced, either.
Kyujong had decided that everything Hyungjun had told him was either some kind of not-very-funny joke on him, or his younger bandmate had gone just a little crazy. Or perhaps a mix of both. Either way, when Hyungjun had come to him and informed him that Jungmin liked him, Kyujong did not believe a word of it.
Okay, so, Jungmin was pretty touchy-feely, all the time, but he was like that with all of them. There was nothing different about the way Jungmin would sling an arm around Kyujong’s waist than when he’d sling an arm around Hyunjoong, or Youngsaeng. And there was nothing at all different in the way Jungmin smiled at Kyujong, than how he smiled at other people.
As far as Kyujong noticed, anyway, although when he’d tried to tell Hyungjun this, Hyungjun had just dismissed it and thrown it aside with a condescending, “well you wouldn’t notice anyway.”
Kyujong still wasn’t convinced, though.
Although, part of the reason might just have been because Kyujong didn’t want to be convinced. He didn’t want to think that Hyungjun might be right, because what if Kyujong did, and then found out it was just some kind of joke, or mistake, or something? He’d have gotten his hopes up for nothing, then, and that wasn’t any fun.
So Hyungjun was crazy, and Jungmin was just a natural flirt, and Kyujong was baffled as to why Hyungjun had told him any of this anyway, and why he was still thinking about it, several days later.
“Baby is crazy,” Kyujong muttered to himself, when he found he was still thinking over that stupid conversation.
“What did he do this time?” A voice was in his ear and arms had slipped around his waist before Kyujong had even registered what had been said, and about five seconds later he jumped a little when he realised just who was holding him from behind. “Not that I disagree, he is crazy.” There was a laugh then, and Kyujong felt warm breath breeze the side of his face. He wanted to slap himself just for noticing that; stupid.
“What’s up with you? You’re a little jumpy,” Jungmin noted with a laugh, leaning forward to rest his head on Kyujong’s shoulder. Which was a completely normal thing for Jungmin to do, but Kyujong had to swallow the strange urge to suck in a sharp breath.
“No, I’m fine,” Kyujong replied, hoping he sounded more normal than he felt. And again, he was somewhat baffled, at himself this time. Why was it all feeling so un-normal now?
“He must have done a lot, to get you this tense and jumpy.” Kyujong felt Jungmin’s fingers twist a little in the material of his sweater, fiddling absently at the hem. Normal normal normal. This was nothing, this was how Jungmin always was, with everyone. He’d have to severely harm Hyungjun later for this, for putting stupid ideas in his head and brainwashing him.
Kyujong tried to relax a little, although now he could feel Jungmin’s breath warm against his neck, and that didn’t really help anything at all. “It’s alright, I’ll get him back for it later,” Kyujong assured, and at least with saying that he sounded normal, because that at least was something he was definitely going to be doing.
“Mmm, okay, but not anytime soon. You’re busy for awhile.”
Kyujong’s face creased into a puzzled frown, and he half turned in Jungmin’s arms to look back at him. “No, I’m not. It’s Youngsaeng and Hyungjun’s turn to clean up today.”
Jungmin laughed, giving Kyujong one of his wide, dazzling smiles. “I’m not talking about cleaning up.”
It was only then that Kyujong noticed one of Jungmin’s hands had worked its way under his sweater, and he felt cool fingers stroking slowly over his skin. He shivered a little, involuntarily, and dammit, he was sure the smile on Jungmin’s face widened.
“He told you, didn’t he?” Jungmin’s other arm had snaked its way around Kyujong’s waist, and he tugged him around, properly facing each other. “I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it to himself.”
Kyujong blinked and his mouth gaped a little. Hyungjun hadn’t just been making it up, or gone insane? Hyungjun had been telling the truth? Well, Hyungjun was still probably crazy, but an honest crazy, at the least.
“That’s a very attractive look for you, the stupid look,” Jungmin teased. His fingers were still on Kyujong’s skin, rubbing slow, abstract patterns over his stomach. Which really wasn’t helping Kyujong any, because he felt the need to shiver again.
He closed his mouth and frowned at Jungmin. “I thought he was just making it up,” Kyujong said in defence of himself.
Jungmin grinned at him, and that grin alone made Kyujong take in a slight breath; there was something different about it this time. “No, he wasn’t.”
And Jungmin leaned in close and kissed him, making things even less normal than they had been. But Kyujong didn’t think he’d worry about normal anymore, and he certainly wasn’t going to complain.
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