steal your lips ; 1/1
Title: Steal Your Lips
Pairing: Yongguk/Himchan
Rating: PG-13
W/C: ~2,400
Summary: In which Himchan and Yongguk cover Trouble Maker, and Himchan's hips drive Yongguk mad.
A/N: Written for Emily, because she is the Him to my Bang, and because I promised her a fic with Himchan in drag. I don't know if I wrote it well enough, but I hope you like it anyways emiry. ♥
“I will steal your lips and run far away.”
- Trouble Maker
If there’s one thing everyone should know about Kim Himchan, it’s that he’s a perfectionist. Everything has to be precise and completely in line. If the dorm is a mess, he’ll nag until it’s picked up, and if Yongguk so much as hits a pose half a millisecond late, Himchan is there, staring at him with those damned eyes until he perfects it.
If there’s one thing Bang Yongguk hates and loves about Kim Himchan, it’s that he’s a perfectionist. It’s great on stage - their movements are crisp, clean, and in sync - but right now it’s hell. If he weren’t so tired, or if it were one of the other guys feeling Himchan’s wrath, he’d probably find this hilarious. But unfortunately, it’s nearly three in the morning, and it’s only Himchan and himself in the practice room, rehearsing their very own rendition of Trouble Maker.
“I don’t understand how you can’t get this right!” Himchan is ranting, his mouth moving at a thousand miles per hour. How his lips can move so fast, Yongguk will never know. He’s so captivated that he focuses more on his mouth than the words actually coming out of it. “-not like you’re doing anything that complicated.” The other boy continues on, too absorbed in his frustration to notice the way Yongguk’s eyeing him. “I’m the one who has to dance up on you. You just stand there!”
Yongguk runs a hand through his hair. “Stand there? It’s a little more than standing.” Too tired to argue, he adds lamely, “Did you forget about the part where I have to kiss you?”
Himchan turns away from him to pick up his water bottle off the floor. “If it’s so uncomfortable for you, pretend I’m Hyuna.” He takes a gulp or two of water - from the angle Yongguk stands at, he can see the subtlest movement from his adam’s apple, and he really, really shouldn’t be watching. “Hell, pretend I’m Jieun, if that’ll get you to concentrate!”
“What?” Yongguk nearly doubles over, but he holds back his laughter. “Why would I do that? I mean... Jieun? You really think-”
Himchan throws his water bottle back to the floor with a vengeance, interrupting his question - on purpose, perhaps? It lands on its side with a clatter, and they both watch it roll until it eventually collides with the wall of mirrors.
“You can be a real idiot sometimes,” he says, shaking his head. He shoots Himchan a crooked smile, but the other ignores him, his face impassive as always.
“Let’s just get back to practice.” He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. “Remember, when it gets weird, just pretend I’m Hyuna.”
Himchan’s hand is on the curve of his hip, and Yongguk’s gaze lands there. He doesn’t want to imagine Himchan as Hyuna, and that’s his problem, that’s why this is so weird. Yongguk can’t get the steps right because the other boy is so damn distracting. The way he moves drives him crazy, and the longer they practice, the harder it is for him to keep his cool.
It’s so much easier for Yongguk to ignore this when they’re a safe distance away from each other, when the other kids are around for him to focus his attention on. But this, this dance is dangerous. They’re too close, too damn close - Himchan hadn’t been lying when he said he had to dance up on him, and Yongguk has mixed feelings about whether he thinks this is a good thing or not.
For the tenth time that night, he’s seriously questioning his judgement. He should have never agreed to do this skit, but Himchan had volunteered, and like an idiot, Yongguk told him that yes, he’d be his dance partner. It’s just a gag, after all, just a joke, and why would either of them have a problem with it? It’s supposed to be a good thing; they’ll be on a variety show and it’ll get them more exposure.
It’s for the good of the group that they’re doing this, that Yongguk is slowly driving himself crazy.
He needs to sleep soon, because he’s nearing almost twenty-four hours without sleep, and when he’s this tired, he makes really, really poor decisions. “Once more,” he says, glancing at the clock. “We’ll run through it once more and call it a night. Sound good?”
Himchan considers this for a moment before nodding. “Okay. Let’s make our last practice session of the night count.” He crouches down to turn on the stereo, and the familiar beat that they’ve both heard nearly a thousand times that night fills the room.
The first thirty seconds are easy, and Yongguk really wishes the rest of the choreography were like this. They’re far enough away from each other that they might as well be on opposite ends of the earth. This is comfortable because there’s no touching, and Yongguk can do this with ease because it’s almost like they’re rehearsing the choreography for Warrior.
As soon as they hit the thirty second mark, Yongguk finds himself cursing Cube Entertainment’s choreographer for filling this routine with skinship.
Himchan is impossibly close, his fingers on Yongguk’s chest, and Yongguk wonders if Himchan can feel his heart racing. He must be able to; his heart is practically in his throat. He’s supposed to look at him during this part, but he can’t. Call it nerves, call it embarrassment, but Yongguk can’t look Himchan in the eye. His gaze falls on the floor instead, and the other boy notices.
“Look at me,” Himchan mumbles in lieu of mouthing his part of the song. “You were supposed to look at me there.”
They’re on to the next part, and Yongguk is a fumbling mess as his mouth ghosts over the other’s arm. As soon as he’s done, he drops Himchan’s arm a little too roughly, the hand he was using to hold his wrist falling to his side.
Himchan notices his slip up, yet again. “Yongguk.”
Yongguk ignores him, ignores his nerves, ignores that fact that he’s acting like he’s sixteen years old again and attempts to continue on with the routine.
“Yongguk,” the other boy tries again. “Yongguk, you’re shaking.”
“I’m just tired,” he replies, and he’s vaguely proud of how he manages to keep his nerves out of his voice. Cool, he reminds himself, he has to stay cool.
“We can stop if you want.”
Yongguk shakes his head because it’s just a dance, dammit, and he can handle running through it one last time. They continue dancing, but Himchan sends him a pointed look in the mirror. It’s the same look he gives him when Yongguk pushes himself to the brink of passing out during practice or when Himchan gets into bed at night and notices that he’s still awake, using his little free time to write lyrics rather than sleep.
It’s the kind of look that makes Yongguk’s stomach do flips.
For the next two minutes, Yongguk tries his hardest to pretend like he isn’t even the slightest bit attracted to his band mate.
For the next two minutes, Yongguk tries his hardest to stare at the wall, the floor, at anything but Himchan’s sweat-glistened face.
For the next two minutes, Yongguk tries his hardest to not focus on Himchan’s hips moving against his own.
During the last thirty seconds of the song, Yongguk’s willpower flies out of the window.
They’re pressed together, and his head is so clouded that he can’t remember what he’s supposed to be doing right now. He’s done with thinking - because fuck that - and acts on impulse instead. His hand rests innocently enough on Himchan’s hip. (The touch isn’t entirely innocent, but it makes up nearly half of the choreography, so it’s not out of place.)
When his hand travels up his side, a peculiar expression that Yongguk can’t quite read takes over Hiimchan’s face. He’s pretty sure he’s seen that expression before, out of the corner of his eye, when Himchan thinks he isn’t looking. He’s never been able to figure out what it means, and he still can’t now.
Before Yongguk can completely register what he’s doing, his hand finds it’s way to Himchan’s cheek, the skin under his fingers smooth and silky. He leans in ever so slightly and oh, Himchan’s lips are so much softer than they look.
Himchan completely freezes when their mouths meet. It’s then that Yongguk realizes he’s fucked a number of things up because he doesn’t know how to keep his emotions in line. Panicked, he pulls away, but Himchan’s hands are on the nape of his neck now. He pulls them closer together and tentatively kisses Yongguk.
He’s thought about this before, yeah, but having it actually happen never crossed his mind. He always thought of Himchan as a priceless painting; yes, it’s beautiful, yes, you can look, no, you can’t touch.
When they finally part, Himchan’s face is flushed, his lips swollen. “You’re really pretty,” Yongguk says without thinking, his thumb stroking the other’s cheek. He’s not even sure that he said it out loud until he sees Himchan flush an even brighter shade of red.
“That was good,” he says slowly, the smallest hint of a smile making his eyes crinkle. “But... I thought we agreed to not actually practice the kiss?”
It’s kind of cute, the way Himchan tries to play off what just happened. Yongguk chuckles lowly and leans in, his mouth near Himchan’s ear. “I wasn’t practicing.”
Himchan smiles wide. “Just... make it a little less convincing when we perform for real.” His fingers play with the material of Yongguk’s shirt. “We don’t want a scandal on our hands.”
They don't talk about the kiss after it happens. Not because they're afraid or embarrassed - they're grown men, after all - but because they both feel like they don’t need to acknowledge it. The kiss itself is the acknowledgement that their relationship is something more than “band mates” or “best friends.”
It does put them on slightly iffy ground though, and by the time their performance rolls around, Yongguk is more nervous than he's been in years. It was different when they danced together as solely band mates. It was less personal, less intimate.
Now that they’re something, Yongguk isn’t sure he wants to show the whole world, even if the world has no idea that they’re witnessing something so special.
But Yongguk’s opinion doesn’t matter a damn bit now; they’re backstage and there’s no turning back.
He puts his game face on and follows the coordinator on to the stage.
During the performance, Yongguk grins like an idiot, all teeth and gums. It’s a gag after all, and if he smiles like a fool, maybe the rest of the audience will too. He smiles because he thinks that if he doesn’t, everyone will be able to read the look on his face when he and Himchan touch.
I will bite your heart and run away like a cat.
Yongguk is motionless as he watches Himchan run through his solo part of the dance. It’s unfair, he decides, that he has to stand still while he moves across the stage, clad in a tight pink dress. The stylists had a field day dressing him up for this; a wig and a pair of freakishly tall heels accompanies the dress. Yongguk is amazed at how confident Himchan looks in the outfit, but Himchan is a fantastic actor, after all. Faking it or not, he still puts Hyuna to shame.
How can I put you in my heart?
Yongguk knows they’re almost finished with the song when Himchan stands behind him, hands caressing his chest. One minute, he tells himself. Just a little bit longer. He can do this. He can handle Himchan’s hands on him for just awhile more. He can do this.
His voice is steady as they both sing their way to the end of the song. (Yongguk thinks his singing could be it’s own gag. He’s never been confident in his abilities as a vocalist. I’m a rapper, he wants to reassure the crowd, but he can’t, and that’s almost as frustrating as watching Himchan prance around the stage in a dress.)
This is it, the grand finale. Himchan points a finger at him and motions for him to come closer. Yongguk’s heart beats uncomfortably fast as he moves towards the other boy because holy shit, he’s about to kiss Himchan on national television.
Stop being such a fucking girl about this, he tells himself before he goes for it.
Their lips meet, and Yongguk raises his hand up to cover their cheeks, hiding their kiss from the world. Despite Yongguk wanting the kiss to linger, they end it quickly. When they pull apart, the audience erupts into laughter and cheers.
Himchan pulls at the fabric of his dress, frowning. “I can’t wait to get out of this,” he says, slight distaste in his voice. “It’s so tight that my thighs feel like they’ll explode.”
“But it looks good,” Yongguk mumbles.
Himchan’s eyes light up. “You think so?”
He sounds so genuinely excited at the compliment that Yongguk thinks he might actually like wearing the outfit, but is far too embarrassed to admit it. “Yeah,” he nods. “Really, really good.” Yongguk glances behind them and is delighted to see that their dressing room is empty for the time being. He leans in and plants a kiss on Himchan’s jaw. “I know you think so too.”
Himchan bites his lip and looks away.
“Oh my god, you do!” Yongguk laughs, pulling the other boy into his arms. “Don’t worry, Kim Himchan. I won’t tell the rest of the guys.”
Himchan squirms in his arms. “Shut up,” he says, and Yongguk thinks he can hear Himchan pouting. “Just shut up.”
Yongguk has no idea what they are or what to call their relationship, but he finds that he doesn’t really care. He likes the idea of becoming used to stolen kisses in empty dressing rooms and abandoned practice rooms. He likes the idea of secret glances that mean something only to them.
Whatever this is, whatever they are, he likes it. He likes it a lot.
Pairing: Yongguk/Himchan
Rating: PG-13
W/C: ~2,400
Summary: In which Himchan and Yongguk cover Trouble Maker, and Himchan's hips drive Yongguk mad.
A/N: Written for Emily, because she is the Him to my Bang, and because I promised her a fic with Himchan in drag. I don't know if I wrote it well enough, but I hope you like it anyways emiry. ♥
“I will steal your lips and run far away.”
- Trouble Maker
If there’s one thing everyone should know about Kim Himchan, it’s that he’s a perfectionist. Everything has to be precise and completely in line. If the dorm is a mess, he’ll nag until it’s picked up, and if Yongguk so much as hits a pose half a millisecond late, Himchan is there, staring at him with those damned eyes until he perfects it.
If there’s one thing Bang Yongguk hates and loves about Kim Himchan, it’s that he’s a perfectionist. It’s great on stage - their movements are crisp, clean, and in sync - but right now it’s hell. If he weren’t so tired, or if it were one of the other guys feeling Himchan’s wrath, he’d probably find this hilarious. But unfortunately, it’s nearly three in the morning, and it’s only Himchan and himself in the practice room, rehearsing their very own rendition of Trouble Maker.
“I don’t understand how you can’t get this right!” Himchan is ranting, his mouth moving at a thousand miles per hour. How his lips can move so fast, Yongguk will never know. He’s so captivated that he focuses more on his mouth than the words actually coming out of it. “-not like you’re doing anything that complicated.” The other boy continues on, too absorbed in his frustration to notice the way Yongguk’s eyeing him. “I’m the one who has to dance up on you. You just stand there!”
Yongguk runs a hand through his hair. “Stand there? It’s a little more than standing.” Too tired to argue, he adds lamely, “Did you forget about the part where I have to kiss you?”
Himchan turns away from him to pick up his water bottle off the floor. “If it’s so uncomfortable for you, pretend I’m Hyuna.” He takes a gulp or two of water - from the angle Yongguk stands at, he can see the subtlest movement from his adam’s apple, and he really, really shouldn’t be watching. “Hell, pretend I’m Jieun, if that’ll get you to concentrate!”
“What?” Yongguk nearly doubles over, but he holds back his laughter. “Why would I do that? I mean... Jieun? You really think-”
Himchan throws his water bottle back to the floor with a vengeance, interrupting his question - on purpose, perhaps? It lands on its side with a clatter, and they both watch it roll until it eventually collides with the wall of mirrors.
“You can be a real idiot sometimes,” he says, shaking his head. He shoots Himchan a crooked smile, but the other ignores him, his face impassive as always.
“Let’s just get back to practice.” He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. “Remember, when it gets weird, just pretend I’m Hyuna.”
Himchan’s hand is on the curve of his hip, and Yongguk’s gaze lands there. He doesn’t want to imagine Himchan as Hyuna, and that’s his problem, that’s why this is so weird. Yongguk can’t get the steps right because the other boy is so damn distracting. The way he moves drives him crazy, and the longer they practice, the harder it is for him to keep his cool.
It’s so much easier for Yongguk to ignore this when they’re a safe distance away from each other, when the other kids are around for him to focus his attention on. But this, this dance is dangerous. They’re too close, too damn close - Himchan hadn’t been lying when he said he had to dance up on him, and Yongguk has mixed feelings about whether he thinks this is a good thing or not.
For the tenth time that night, he’s seriously questioning his judgement. He should have never agreed to do this skit, but Himchan had volunteered, and like an idiot, Yongguk told him that yes, he’d be his dance partner. It’s just a gag, after all, just a joke, and why would either of them have a problem with it? It’s supposed to be a good thing; they’ll be on a variety show and it’ll get them more exposure.
It’s for the good of the group that they’re doing this, that Yongguk is slowly driving himself crazy.
He needs to sleep soon, because he’s nearing almost twenty-four hours without sleep, and when he’s this tired, he makes really, really poor decisions. “Once more,” he says, glancing at the clock. “We’ll run through it once more and call it a night. Sound good?”
Himchan considers this for a moment before nodding. “Okay. Let’s make our last practice session of the night count.” He crouches down to turn on the stereo, and the familiar beat that they’ve both heard nearly a thousand times that night fills the room.
The first thirty seconds are easy, and Yongguk really wishes the rest of the choreography were like this. They’re far enough away from each other that they might as well be on opposite ends of the earth. This is comfortable because there’s no touching, and Yongguk can do this with ease because it’s almost like they’re rehearsing the choreography for Warrior.
As soon as they hit the thirty second mark, Yongguk finds himself cursing Cube Entertainment’s choreographer for filling this routine with skinship.
Himchan is impossibly close, his fingers on Yongguk’s chest, and Yongguk wonders if Himchan can feel his heart racing. He must be able to; his heart is practically in his throat. He’s supposed to look at him during this part, but he can’t. Call it nerves, call it embarrassment, but Yongguk can’t look Himchan in the eye. His gaze falls on the floor instead, and the other boy notices.
“Look at me,” Himchan mumbles in lieu of mouthing his part of the song. “You were supposed to look at me there.”
They’re on to the next part, and Yongguk is a fumbling mess as his mouth ghosts over the other’s arm. As soon as he’s done, he drops Himchan’s arm a little too roughly, the hand he was using to hold his wrist falling to his side.
Himchan notices his slip up, yet again. “Yongguk.”
Yongguk ignores him, ignores his nerves, ignores that fact that he’s acting like he’s sixteen years old again and attempts to continue on with the routine.
“Yongguk,” the other boy tries again. “Yongguk, you’re shaking.”
“I’m just tired,” he replies, and he’s vaguely proud of how he manages to keep his nerves out of his voice. Cool, he reminds himself, he has to stay cool.
“We can stop if you want.”
Yongguk shakes his head because it’s just a dance, dammit, and he can handle running through it one last time. They continue dancing, but Himchan sends him a pointed look in the mirror. It’s the same look he gives him when Yongguk pushes himself to the brink of passing out during practice or when Himchan gets into bed at night and notices that he’s still awake, using his little free time to write lyrics rather than sleep.
It’s the kind of look that makes Yongguk’s stomach do flips.
For the next two minutes, Yongguk tries his hardest to pretend like he isn’t even the slightest bit attracted to his band mate.
For the next two minutes, Yongguk tries his hardest to stare at the wall, the floor, at anything but Himchan’s sweat-glistened face.
For the next two minutes, Yongguk tries his hardest to not focus on Himchan’s hips moving against his own.
During the last thirty seconds of the song, Yongguk’s willpower flies out of the window.
They’re pressed together, and his head is so clouded that he can’t remember what he’s supposed to be doing right now. He’s done with thinking - because fuck that - and acts on impulse instead. His hand rests innocently enough on Himchan’s hip. (The touch isn’t entirely innocent, but it makes up nearly half of the choreography, so it’s not out of place.)
When his hand travels up his side, a peculiar expression that Yongguk can’t quite read takes over Hiimchan’s face. He’s pretty sure he’s seen that expression before, out of the corner of his eye, when Himchan thinks he isn’t looking. He’s never been able to figure out what it means, and he still can’t now.
Before Yongguk can completely register what he’s doing, his hand finds it’s way to Himchan’s cheek, the skin under his fingers smooth and silky. He leans in ever so slightly and oh, Himchan’s lips are so much softer than they look.
Himchan completely freezes when their mouths meet. It’s then that Yongguk realizes he’s fucked a number of things up because he doesn’t know how to keep his emotions in line. Panicked, he pulls away, but Himchan’s hands are on the nape of his neck now. He pulls them closer together and tentatively kisses Yongguk.
He’s thought about this before, yeah, but having it actually happen never crossed his mind. He always thought of Himchan as a priceless painting; yes, it’s beautiful, yes, you can look, no, you can’t touch.
When they finally part, Himchan’s face is flushed, his lips swollen. “You’re really pretty,” Yongguk says without thinking, his thumb stroking the other’s cheek. He’s not even sure that he said it out loud until he sees Himchan flush an even brighter shade of red.
“That was good,” he says slowly, the smallest hint of a smile making his eyes crinkle. “But... I thought we agreed to not actually practice the kiss?”
It’s kind of cute, the way Himchan tries to play off what just happened. Yongguk chuckles lowly and leans in, his mouth near Himchan’s ear. “I wasn’t practicing.”
Himchan smiles wide. “Just... make it a little less convincing when we perform for real.” His fingers play with the material of Yongguk’s shirt. “We don’t want a scandal on our hands.”
They don't talk about the kiss after it happens. Not because they're afraid or embarrassed - they're grown men, after all - but because they both feel like they don’t need to acknowledge it. The kiss itself is the acknowledgement that their relationship is something more than “band mates” or “best friends.”
It does put them on slightly iffy ground though, and by the time their performance rolls around, Yongguk is more nervous than he's been in years. It was different when they danced together as solely band mates. It was less personal, less intimate.
Now that they’re something, Yongguk isn’t sure he wants to show the whole world, even if the world has no idea that they’re witnessing something so special.
But Yongguk’s opinion doesn’t matter a damn bit now; they’re backstage and there’s no turning back.
He puts his game face on and follows the coordinator on to the stage.
During the performance, Yongguk grins like an idiot, all teeth and gums. It’s a gag after all, and if he smiles like a fool, maybe the rest of the audience will too. He smiles because he thinks that if he doesn’t, everyone will be able to read the look on his face when he and Himchan touch.
I will bite your heart and run away like a cat.
Yongguk is motionless as he watches Himchan run through his solo part of the dance. It’s unfair, he decides, that he has to stand still while he moves across the stage, clad in a tight pink dress. The stylists had a field day dressing him up for this; a wig and a pair of freakishly tall heels accompanies the dress. Yongguk is amazed at how confident Himchan looks in the outfit, but Himchan is a fantastic actor, after all. Faking it or not, he still puts Hyuna to shame.
How can I put you in my heart?
Yongguk knows they’re almost finished with the song when Himchan stands behind him, hands caressing his chest. One minute, he tells himself. Just a little bit longer. He can do this. He can handle Himchan’s hands on him for just awhile more. He can do this.
His voice is steady as they both sing their way to the end of the song. (Yongguk thinks his singing could be it’s own gag. He’s never been confident in his abilities as a vocalist. I’m a rapper, he wants to reassure the crowd, but he can’t, and that’s almost as frustrating as watching Himchan prance around the stage in a dress.)
This is it, the grand finale. Himchan points a finger at him and motions for him to come closer. Yongguk’s heart beats uncomfortably fast as he moves towards the other boy because holy shit, he’s about to kiss Himchan on national television.
Stop being such a fucking girl about this, he tells himself before he goes for it.
Their lips meet, and Yongguk raises his hand up to cover their cheeks, hiding their kiss from the world. Despite Yongguk wanting the kiss to linger, they end it quickly. When they pull apart, the audience erupts into laughter and cheers.
Himchan pulls at the fabric of his dress, frowning. “I can’t wait to get out of this,” he says, slight distaste in his voice. “It’s so tight that my thighs feel like they’ll explode.”
“But it looks good,” Yongguk mumbles.
Himchan’s eyes light up. “You think so?”
He sounds so genuinely excited at the compliment that Yongguk thinks he might actually like wearing the outfit, but is far too embarrassed to admit it. “Yeah,” he nods. “Really, really good.” Yongguk glances behind them and is delighted to see that their dressing room is empty for the time being. He leans in and plants a kiss on Himchan’s jaw. “I know you think so too.”
Himchan bites his lip and looks away.
“Oh my god, you do!” Yongguk laughs, pulling the other boy into his arms. “Don’t worry, Kim Himchan. I won’t tell the rest of the guys.”
Himchan squirms in his arms. “Shut up,” he says, and Yongguk thinks he can hear Himchan pouting. “Just shut up.”
Yongguk has no idea what they are or what to call their relationship, but he finds that he doesn’t really care. He likes the idea of becoming used to stolen kisses in empty dressing rooms and abandoned practice rooms. He likes the idea of secret glances that mean something only to them.
Whatever this is, whatever they are, he likes it. He likes it a lot.