okay i will write a wee one. derp this sucks. i hope you're ready for how much of a giant yaoi cliche this fic is going to be when it's done!! ;;
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"And next Thursday," Sunggyu concludes, flipping through the last page of paper in his hands, "you have an afternoon appointment with the judicial review board about that new contract draft. So you'll either have to push your lunch with Director Kim up by an hour or reschedule it altogether."
Woohyun—no, Sunggyu thinks, Director Nam—is quiet when he's finished, and Sunggyu is almost afraid to look up from the schedule. Being businesslike is fine; Sunggyu is good at that. But being businesslike with someone who knows exactly where to put his fingers to make Sunggyu come undone entirely—well, that's another story.
They've been playing this game for weeks, the one where they dance around each other and pretend they're company director and secretary—until Woohyun gives him a signal otherwise, and Sunggyu finds himself totally at Woohyun's mercy. It's unfair, how easily Woohyun can play him, and even more unfair that Sunggyu doesn't have the willpower (or desire) to put an end to it.
He risks a glance and finds Woohyun much closer than Sunggyu had thought he was, almost within touching distance. "Director Nam," he says, trying for serious and getting something more like breathlessness. "What—"
Woohyun reaches out and takes the papers from his hand, setting them to the side on top of his desk. There's a look in his eyes, dark and mischievous, and it has Sunggyu frozen to the spot like he's been pinned there. Sunggyu knows that look. After all, he's been seeing it for weeks.
Ah, Sunggyu thinks, suppressing a shiver. This again.
"Lock the door," Woohyun says.
Sunggyu thinks about pointing out that it's 11:00am, that Woohyun has a 12:30 lunch meeting with the director of their Japanese associate branch. He thinks about telling Woohyun that this has to stop, that he has to stop playing with Sunggyu like he's some kind of toy to be picked up and abandoned on Woohyun's whim.
He thinks about a lot of things, but he locks the door anyway.
#1: best when accompanied by mogwai's "kids will be skeletons" as background music!! see tamu i told you it would be weird i'm really sorry ;___;
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Woohyun has a dream that he's walking through Seoul, and the city is empty. It's dark, but Woohyun can tell the sun is about to rise—the stars on the eastern horizon are a little dim, and there's just the faintest dusting of greyish purple at the edge of the sky. Woohyun's seen a lot of sunrises since he became an idol.
So he walks through Seoul, through the empty city, and in the distance he can see the silhouette of another person. In his dream, Woohyun knows that this person is the only other person in the world.
They approach each other.
"Hey," Sungyeol says. The sun is rising behind him, painting his edges gold. It casts his face into shadow, but Woohyun can make out the outline of his smile. "Funny, running into you here."
"It's a funny world," Woohyun says, and then he reaches out and Sungyeol reaches out and they're kissing, and the sun is rising. Everything is golden and lovely and the sky is pink purple orange blue and Woohyun wakes up to sun coming in the blinds and hitting his face. What a strange dream.
He climbs out of his bed and goes to Sungyeol's room and watches him for a second before shoving him over to climb under Sungyeol's covers. "Get out," Sungyeol mumbles, still mostly asleep, but his arm is already over Woohyun's middle. "'S funny. I just had a dream about you."
"It's a funny world," Woohyun says, and closes his eyes.
screams quietly at you i don't know what to say but this is actually ridiculously lovely and i love you have i mentioned this yet i love you a lot let me declare my love for you again and again and again ;____________________________________________;
#2: best when accompanied by MOT's "11 over 8" as background music~
this is sappy
this is getting progressively sappier
i'm writing you notes as i write so i can properly reflect on the ridiculousness of this
this is taking me forever I'M SORRY I HAVE TO STOP NOW OKAY MAYBE I'LL FINISH IT SOON
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It's easy as anything to fall into each other, sometimes. They all have their vices—Jinyoung dives into music writing, Sunwoo into his rap, Dongwoo into exercise. Junghwan and Chansik, though—they dive into each other.
It's been a long day. They're tired, and Chansik is annoyed, and everyone knows better than to come into Chansik's room when he's annoyed—once he'd thrown a novel and caught Sunwoo in the cheekbone, and the stylists had yelled at them for three days until the bruising faded enough for them to be able to cancel it out with concealer. So now Junghwan is the only one willing to face the tempest. That's fine. He's brave.
(If by "brave" we mean that he likes to press his mouth against the pulse in Chansik's throat and suck an almost-bruise there just so they can taste the edge of danger.)
"Hyung," Chansik says, almost a whine. His fingers are clutching at the back of Junghwan's shirt, and Junghwan can feel Chansik's fingernails biting into his skin. He doesn't mind. "Hyung, stop teasing, just touch me—"
Junghwan laughs and presses his nose against Chansik's jawline, an absent tender gesture as he reaches down to slide his hand into Chansik's sweatpants. It's easy to give Chansik what he wants, because it makes Junghwan feel useful—makes him forget that he's failing to give Chansik what he really wants, which is a good night's sleep and a chance to go home. (Also, he likes Chansik a lot, and seeing him hurt—being unable to protect him—that sucks.)
So he tugs Chansik's sweatpants off skinny hips and jerks him off in slow, even strokes. Junghwan knows all the little tricks—the way that Chansik's breath catches if he rubs his thumb just below the head of his cock, the way that Chansik's hips jerk unconsciously when Junghwan brushes his fingers over the head. When Chansik comes, he's quiet except for a gasped "Hyung."
And then Junghwan lets Chansik go down on him, all enthusiasm and no finesse, his eyes bright and almost expectant when he glances up at Junghwan from between Junghwan's legs—like he wants praise, like he doesn't have his mouth on Junghwan's cock. "Chansik," Junghwan manages, propping himself up on one elbow. "Oh—"
He chokes off into a groan, which Chansik rightly takes as encouragement.
oh um um um UM I CAN'T WHAT DO I DO it's like "oh i wonder if i can just have them making out and you know porn" AND THEN YOU DO THINGS LIKE THIS oops now there are feelings now i have feelings WHAT DO I DO WITH THESE FEELINGS
HELP ME um um um um COHERENCY YES REFLECT ON WHAT YOU DID WHICH IS SPOIL ME AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Junghwan and Chansik, though—they dive into each other.
I am making wibbling faces at the screen and grabby hands and it's like 3: ;w; ;3;
And then Junghwan lets Chansik go down on him, all enthusiasm and no finesse, SIGHS AT YOU in a good way or something
(hi yes i just remembered seeing this in my mentions ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
LMFAO I WILL REFLECT DILIGENTLY, 90-DEGREE BOW i'm glad you liked it ;A; i thought about finishing it but i ran out of brain so maybe i'll finish it at a later time, if you still want me to ♥
Kyuhyun isn't big on sentimental gestures, but somehow, when it's Changmin, it doesn't feel like such a big deal. It seems less like a scene from one of the dramas Ryeowook likes and more like two people, two people who like each other a lot, two people with very complicated feelings sitting around in each others' presence.
Changmin holds one of his hands up, and after a second Kyuhyun presses his palm against Changmin's. When their fingers end up laced together, Kyuhyun doesn't pull his away.
"One of those days?" Changmin asks.
Kyuhyun knows what he means. One of those days is code for the times when Kyuhyun need someone there, someone to ground him (and hold his hand), but not one of his bandmates. Not someone who's known him that long, not someone who has a financial interest in his wellbeing. Kyuhyun doesn't think any of them care about him for only that reason, but it's hard not to think about when he feels like this.
"Yeah," Kyuhyun says, leaning his forehead against his other palm. "It's kinda... I forget about it for a while and then a storm starts brewing and my knee starts aching. My knee! I'm going to turn into one of those old people who predicts weather with my joints."
Changmin laughs, but Kyuhyun knows he gets it. Not exactly—there's not a lot that's similar to lying in a hospital bed for weeks, to waking up and finding out your parents thought you were going to die, to always being unsure when your broken body is going to give out. But Changmin knows what it's like to go through something awful and life-changing, and come out the other side a better person.
"Hey," Changmin says with a too-casual shrug. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
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i'll end it there because endings are terrible and elusive and i'm bad at them i'm sorry ;_____; it's so much cheesier than i meant it to be.......
OMG DON'T APOLOGIZE THIS WAS SO LOVELY ;~~~~~; just sobs idek how to comment, i just can only say i really loved it omg ;;;; thank you for writing too <33333
Dongwoo had promised Hoya once, back when Hoya was still Howon, that they would travel the world together someday when Dongwoo was filthy rich and could do that kind of thing. He'd been a little tipsy, sure, but Dongwoo is good at remembering promises. His mother used to tell him he had a memory like an elephant.
So years later—many, many years later, on the other side of half a decade of idol-dom and a couple years of military service and another couple years of finding his feet in the aftermath—Dongwoo calls Hoya (now Howon again) and says, "Want to go on a trip?"
"What are you talking about?" Hoya asks. His memory had never been like an elephant's, but it was okay, because he'd had Dongwoo.
"When we were kids, predebut," Dongwoo says. "I promised you we'd travel the world. You always wanted to go places, right? And I told you I'd make it happen no matter what."
Hoya's quiet for a moment, letting the memory filter back in. "Yeah," he says after a second. "Yeah, I remember that. God, that was ages ago." He laughs. It's a very familiar sound. "Why are you thinking about this now?"
"I don't know," Dongwoo says.
Well, that's not true. He knows that he's worried (has been worried) that they'll forget each other, now that they don't have the common ties of contracts and promotions to hold them in orbit with each other. They've already floated a little—Sunggyu and Woohyun into their duet team and then into solo careers, Sungjong into variety, Myungsoo and Sungyeol into acting. Dongwoo keeps in touch with all of them regularly, because he remembers, but it's not the same as it used to be.
He doesn't want to lose Hoya, too.
"Come on," Dongwoo says, instead of saying any of that. His voice sounds almost annoyingly pleading. "You know you want to."
Another prolonged pause. "...Yeah, okay," Hoya says. Dongwoo whoops and almost drops the phone, then quickly brings it back to his ear because Hoya's still talking. "When are we going? —More importantly, where are we going?"
Anywhere, Dongwoo thinks. "Let's go east," he decides. "We can chase the sunrise."
"You're so lame," Hoya says, but there's excitement in his voice, and Dongwoo thinks he can deal with Hoya thinking he's lame if he can keep making Hoya sound this happy.
Yunho lets Changmin take the handgun (because Changmin's the better shot, and Yunho's hands are shaky), but he keeps the tommy gun for himself and no amount of wheedling will change his mind. It's been a long time since the last time they left bodies behind, but Yunho doesn't like to be unprepared. "Just don't shoot anyone for anything stupid," Changmin finally agrees, giving Yunho a long, inscrutable look. "Don't get twitchy."
The scar has faded to nothing but a tough discolored place on Changmin's side, but Yunho still gets trigger-happy about sudden movements. Sometimes he thinks that between the two of them, he was the one who came out of that incident more fucked-up. Well, except that Changmin still sometimes elbows him awake in the middle of the night in the throes of some nightmare.
"No promises," Yunho says. He kisses Changmin anyway, and lets Changmin bite his lip hard enough to bleed.
But when Changmin's not looking, Yunho takes the derringer and tucks it into his coat pocket as insurance. They have this planned to a T (they always do), but Yunho won't take any chances. Not anymore.
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yeah idrk where i was going with this, they were going to rob a bank and then go to a seedy motel and idk do something x-rated probably so i'll end it here :")
They kiss for the first time in Zico's office—studio, really. Zico gets Jinyoung pressed up against the sliders, cups his jaw in one hand and kisses Jinyoung like he means it, because he does.
They've been building up to it for a long time now. Zico's been defenseless since Jinyoung teased him out of that selca months ago on Match Up, since two weeks later when Jinyoung suggested that they be informal, since last week when Jinyoung fell asleep on Zico's shoulder on the subway on their way home from a coffee date.
It's not a very good idea, and it would probably be easier if they didn't. They're idols, and they have careers to worry about. Zico knows that he'll never be as important to Jinyoung as B1A4 is—but then again, he knows he'd put Block B over a relationship any day, so. "Sorry," he says, even though he's not. "I shouldn't..."
"No, you should," Jinyoung says, pushing Zico backwards into the chair. "You definitely should."
He smiles, and Zico thinks that all told it is actually a pretty good idea.
WIBBLES FOREVER what are you even talking about, this is not dumb ;w; this is perfect and adorable and
since last week when Jinyoung fell asleep on Zico's shoulder on the subway on their way home from a coffee date. cries tears of happiness ;w; hi you're the greatest and i love you okay (っ･ω･)っ♥
When everybody else has gone to sleep, Dongwoo wakes Woohyun up by pressing one hand over his mouth and shaking him until his eyes open. "Come with me," he whispers (maybe a little more loudly than necessary), and then backs off so Woohyun can sit up, glare at him, and then rub enough sleep out of his eyes to get off the bunk bed.
"It's like four in the morning," Woohyun says when Dongwoo closes the door behind them. "I hope this is gonna be really good."
"I think it is," Dongwoo says. "Um—I hope it is..." Suddenly self-conscious—and aware of how Woohyun would probably rather be sleeping than anything—he rubs the back of his head and then pushes Woohyun towards the living room. "Sit down."
Woohyun sighs, but obeys, flopping down onto his back on the living room floor. From the kitchen Dongwoo watches (to make sure Woohyun's not going to try and sneak a peek) as he prepares his birthday present—separate from what the other members had done, because he wanted it to be meaningful, didn't want it to get lost in the shuffle and the commotion.
When he comes out of the kitchen bearing the cake—smaller than a normal cake, of course, and better suited to two people than seven—Woohyun sits up and looks at him. "...Is this my birthday present?" he asks, as Dongwoo carefully sits down in front of him and sets the cake on the floor.
"Yeah," Dongwoo says. He's glad it's dark—that way Woohyun can't see him blushing. "It's kind of lame, I'm sorry it's—"
Woohyun shuts him up by leaning over to kiss him. "Shut up," he says, affectionate. "It's not lame." And while Dongwoo is still grinning like an idiot, Woohyun runs his finger through the frosting and shoves it in Dongwoo's mouth. "Do I get a birthday wish?"
"You have to blow out the candles," Dongwoo finds his voice to say.
With a very serious look, Woohyun turns to contemplate the candles burning on top of the cake. "...Okay," he says after a moment, leaning over and blowing them all out in one breath. "There. Now my wish will definitely come true."
"What did you wish for?" Dongwoo asks, settling down on the floor and facing Woohyun.
"I can't tell you, it won't come true," Woohyun replies. "Jeez, you learn that in kindergarten." He reaches out and pushes Dongwoo's hair out of his face, then says, a little softer, "Thanks, hyung."
Dongwoo blushes again and laughs, just a little nervous. "You're welcome."
With a mischievous expression, Woohyun picks up a fork and hands it to Dongwoo. "Feed me," he says, his tone demanding even though his eyes are crinkled into smile-crescents. Woohyun's smile is incredible, Dongwoo thinks, worth it to stay up until four in the morning just to see it meant only for him.
OMG I DIDN'T KNOW YOU ALREADY WROTE IT I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN THE RPOCESS OF WRITING IT damn dreamwidth why don't you send me notifs :<
MASLDFMRMMUURRRRGGGGGHHHHH I'M SOBBING INTO MY LUNCH RN
WHAT IS THIS THOUGH O M G SO QT I'M GOING TO DIEEEEEE
URGH dongwoo waking woohyun up at 4 in the morning so his present won't be lost in the commotion is legit the sweetest cutest thing in the world can you hold me GUHHHH JUST!!! also dongwoo being all self-conscious. ugh i find that so much something he would totally do ok OK EMILYYYYYY ;;;;;
Woohyun shuts him up by leaning over to kiss him. "Shut up," he says, affectionate. "It's not lame." i am rly choking here i can't breathe i legit went and threw myself onto my bed and made incoherent sounds into my pillow
then says, a little softer, "Thanks, hyung." HELP!!!!!!!!!!!
O MG I'M JUST WIBBLING SO HARD OK THIS IS NOT A REAL COMMENT BUT I CAN'T WORDS OK I JUST CAN'T. ODG I LOVE YOU EMILY THANK YOU this was all i wanted and possibly more askdfjalwer ♥♥♥
LMFAO SHRIEKS AT YOU tbh i thought since you didn't comment that meant you didn't like it so i was rly worried ;;;;;; but i guess i can stop worrying about that lmao??? I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT sobs
LMAO "ALL YOU WANTED" DON'T LIE JAY YOU KNOW YOU'LL BE ASKING ME FOR MORE FIC LIKE TOMORROW ♥ ilu ♥ ♥ ♥
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-27 05:12 am (UTC)(link)Lmao but noooooooo i want that one first *•*
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"And next Thursday," Sunggyu concludes, flipping through the last page of paper in his hands, "you have an afternoon appointment with the judicial review board about that new contract draft. So you'll either have to push your lunch with Director Kim up by an hour or reschedule it altogether."
Woohyun—no, Sunggyu thinks, Director Nam—is quiet when he's finished, and Sunggyu is almost afraid to look up from the schedule. Being businesslike is fine; Sunggyu is good at that. But being businesslike with someone who knows exactly where to put his fingers to make Sunggyu come undone entirely—well, that's another story.
They've been playing this game for weeks, the one where they dance around each other and pretend they're company director and secretary—until Woohyun gives him a signal otherwise, and Sunggyu finds himself totally at Woohyun's mercy. It's unfair, how easily Woohyun can play him, and even more unfair that Sunggyu doesn't have the willpower (or desire) to put an end to it.
He risks a glance and finds Woohyun much closer than Sunggyu had thought he was, almost within touching distance. "Director Nam," he says, trying for serious and getting something more like breathlessness. "What—"
Woohyun reaches out and takes the papers from his hand, setting them to the side on top of his desk. There's a look in his eyes, dark and mischievous, and it has Sunggyu frozen to the spot like he's been pinned there. Sunggyu knows that look. After all, he's been seeing it for weeks.
Ah, Sunggyu thinks, suppressing a shiver. This again.
"Lock the door," Woohyun says.
Sunggyu thinks about pointing out that it's 11:00am, that Woohyun has a 12:30 lunch meeting with the director of their Japanese associate branch. He thinks about telling Woohyun that this has to stop, that he has to stop playing with Sunggyu like he's some kind of toy to be picked up and abandoned on Woohyun's whim.
He thinks about a lot of things, but he locks the door anyway.
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-27 05:09 am (UTC)(link)alternatively do you want to write me b1a4 porn no one writes b1a4 porn and it makes me sad
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Woohyun has a dream that he's walking through Seoul, and the city is empty. It's dark, but Woohyun can tell the sun is about to rise—the stars on the eastern horizon are a little dim, and there's just the faintest dusting of greyish purple at the edge of the sky. Woohyun's seen a lot of sunrises since he became an idol.
So he walks through Seoul, through the empty city, and in the distance he can see the silhouette of another person. In his dream, Woohyun knows that this person is the only other person in the world.
They approach each other.
"Hey," Sungyeol says. The sun is rising behind him, painting his edges gold. It casts his face into shadow, but Woohyun can make out the outline of his smile. "Funny, running into you here."
"It's a funny world," Woohyun says, and then he reaches out and Sungyeol reaches out and they're kissing, and the sun is rising. Everything is golden and lovely and the sky is pink purple orange blue and Woohyun wakes up to sun coming in the blinds and hitting his face. What a strange dream.
He climbs out of his bed and goes to Sungyeol's room and watches him for a second before shoving him over to climb under Sungyeol's covers. "Get out," Sungyeol mumbles, still mostly asleep, but his arm is already over Woohyun's middle. "'S funny. I just had a dream about you."
"It's a funny world," Woohyun says, and closes his eyes.
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this is sappy
this is getting progressively sappier
i'm writing you notes as i write so i can properly reflect on the ridiculousness of this
this is taking me forever I'M SORRY I HAVE TO STOP NOW OKAY MAYBE I'LL FINISH IT SOON
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It's easy as anything to fall into each other, sometimes. They all have their vices—Jinyoung dives into music writing, Sunwoo into his rap, Dongwoo into exercise. Junghwan and Chansik, though—they dive into each other.
It's been a long day. They're tired, and Chansik is annoyed, and everyone knows better than to come into Chansik's room when he's annoyed—once he'd thrown a novel and caught Sunwoo in the cheekbone, and the stylists had yelled at them for three days until the bruising faded enough for them to be able to cancel it out with concealer. So now Junghwan is the only one willing to face the tempest. That's fine. He's brave.
(If by "brave" we mean that he likes to press his mouth against the pulse in Chansik's throat and suck an almost-bruise there just so they can taste the edge of danger.)
"Hyung," Chansik says, almost a whine. His fingers are clutching at the back of Junghwan's shirt, and Junghwan can feel Chansik's fingernails biting into his skin. He doesn't mind. "Hyung, stop teasing, just touch me—"
Junghwan laughs and presses his nose against Chansik's jawline, an absent tender gesture as he reaches down to slide his hand into Chansik's sweatpants. It's easy to give Chansik what he wants, because it makes Junghwan feel useful—makes him forget that he's failing to give Chansik what he really wants, which is a good night's sleep and a chance to go home. (Also, he likes Chansik a lot, and seeing him hurt—being unable to protect him—that sucks.)
So he tugs Chansik's sweatpants off skinny hips and jerks him off in slow, even strokes. Junghwan knows all the little tricks—the way that Chansik's breath catches if he rubs his thumb just below the head of his cock, the way that Chansik's hips jerk unconsciously when Junghwan brushes his fingers over the head. When Chansik comes, he's quiet except for a gasped "Hyung."
And then Junghwan lets Chansik go down on him, all enthusiasm and no finesse, his eyes bright and almost expectant when he glances up at Junghwan from between Junghwan's legs—like he wants praise, like he doesn't have his mouth on Junghwan's cock. "Chansik," Junghwan manages, propping himself up on one elbow. "Oh—"
He chokes off into a groan, which Chansik rightly takes as encouragement.
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HELP ME um um um um COHERENCY YES REFLECT ON WHAT YOU DID WHICH IS SPOIL ME AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Junghwan and Chansik, though—they dive into each other.
I am making wibbling faces at the screen and grabby hands and it's like 3: ;w; ;3;
And then Junghwan lets Chansik go down on him, all enthusiasm and no finesse, SIGHS AT YOU in a good way or something
(hi yes i just remembered seeing this in my mentions ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
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Changmin holds one of his hands up, and after a second Kyuhyun presses his palm against Changmin's. When their fingers end up laced together, Kyuhyun doesn't pull his away.
"One of those days?" Changmin asks.
Kyuhyun knows what he means. One of those days is code for the times when Kyuhyun need someone there, someone to ground him (and hold his hand), but not one of his bandmates. Not someone who's known him that long, not someone who has a financial interest in his wellbeing. Kyuhyun doesn't think any of them care about him for only that reason, but it's hard not to think about when he feels like this.
"Yeah," Kyuhyun says, leaning his forehead against his other palm. "It's kinda... I forget about it for a while and then a storm starts brewing and my knee starts aching. My knee! I'm going to turn into one of those old people who predicts weather with my joints."
Changmin laughs, but Kyuhyun knows he gets it. Not exactly—there's not a lot that's similar to lying in a hospital bed for weeks, to waking up and finding out your parents thought you were going to die, to always being unsure when your broken body is going to give out. But Changmin knows what it's like to go through something awful and life-changing, and come out the other side a better person.
"Hey," Changmin says with a too-casual shrug. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
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i'll end it there because endings are terrible and elusive and i'm bad at them i'm sorry ;_____; it's so much cheesier than i meant it to be.......
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Dongwoo had promised Hoya once, back when Hoya was still Howon, that they would travel the world together someday when Dongwoo was filthy rich and could do that kind of thing. He'd been a little tipsy, sure, but Dongwoo is good at remembering promises. His mother used to tell him he had a memory like an elephant.
So years later—many, many years later, on the other side of half a decade of idol-dom and a couple years of military service and another couple years of finding his feet in the aftermath—Dongwoo calls Hoya (now Howon again) and says, "Want to go on a trip?"
"What are you talking about?" Hoya asks. His memory had never been like an elephant's, but it was okay, because he'd had Dongwoo.
"When we were kids, predebut," Dongwoo says. "I promised you we'd travel the world. You always wanted to go places, right? And I told you I'd make it happen no matter what."
Hoya's quiet for a moment, letting the memory filter back in. "Yeah," he says after a second. "Yeah, I remember that. God, that was ages ago." He laughs. It's a very familiar sound. "Why are you thinking about this now?"
"I don't know," Dongwoo says.
Well, that's not true. He knows that he's worried (has been worried) that they'll forget each other, now that they don't have the common ties of contracts and promotions to hold them in orbit with each other. They've already floated a little—Sunggyu and Woohyun into their duet team and then into solo careers, Sungjong into variety, Myungsoo and Sungyeol into acting. Dongwoo keeps in touch with all of them regularly, because he remembers, but it's not the same as it used to be.
He doesn't want to lose Hoya, too.
"Come on," Dongwoo says, instead of saying any of that. His voice sounds almost annoyingly pleading. "You know you want to."
Another prolonged pause. "...Yeah, okay," Hoya says. Dongwoo whoops and almost drops the phone, then quickly brings it back to his ear because Hoya's still talking. "When are we going? —More importantly, where are we going?"
Anywhere, Dongwoo thinks. "Let's go east," he decides. "We can chase the sunrise."
"You're so lame," Hoya says, but there's excitement in his voice, and Dongwoo thinks he can deal with Hoya thinking he's lame if he can keep making Hoya sound this happy.
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-27 06:23 am (UTC)(link)no subject
fuck anonymity this is sora
UM
sherlock!au (movie/show i don't have a preference) homin~~~~~
(and i will ask for more after that :3)
HELLO SORA
Re: HELLO SORA
UMMMMM
homin hunger games au? or...like...a heist au? bank robbers and ocean's 11 stuff :3
idk why but i really like homin tonight
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The scar has faded to nothing but a tough discolored place on Changmin's side, but Yunho still gets trigger-happy about sudden movements. Sometimes he thinks that between the two of them, he was the one who came out of that incident more fucked-up. Well, except that Changmin still sometimes elbows him awake in the middle of the night in the throes of some nightmare.
"No promises," Yunho says. He kisses Changmin anyway, and lets Changmin bite his lip hard enough to bleed.
But when Changmin's not looking, Yunho takes the derringer and tucks it into his coat pocket as insurance. They have this planned to a T (they always do), but Yunho won't take any chances. Not anymore.
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yeah idrk where i was going with this, they were going to rob a bank and then go to a seedy motel and idk do something x-rated probably so i'll end it here :")
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They kiss for the first time in Zico's office—studio, really. Zico gets Jinyoung pressed up against the sliders, cups his jaw in one hand and kisses Jinyoung like he means it, because he does.
They've been building up to it for a long time now. Zico's been defenseless since Jinyoung teased him out of that selca months ago on Match Up, since two weeks later when Jinyoung suggested that they be informal, since last week when Jinyoung fell asleep on Zico's shoulder on the subway on their way home from a coffee date.
It's not a very good idea, and it would probably be easier if they didn't. They're idols, and they have careers to worry about. Zico knows that he'll never be as important to Jinyoung as B1A4 is—but then again, he knows he'd put Block B over a relationship any day, so. "Sorry," he says, even though he's not. "I shouldn't..."
"No, you should," Jinyoung says, pushing Zico backwards into the chair. "You definitely should."
He smiles, and Zico thinks that all told it is actually a pretty good idea.
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since last week when Jinyoung fell asleep on Zico's shoulder on the subway on their way home from a coffee date.
cries tears of happiness ;w; hi you're the greatest and i love you okay (っ･ω･)っ♥
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i am so slow always with stuff but 2woo please (of course) lmao with that fanart i linked you on twitter?
alternatively dongwoo/sungyeol please! hehehe
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"It's like four in the morning," Woohyun says when Dongwoo closes the door behind them. "I hope this is gonna be really good."
"I think it is," Dongwoo says. "Um—I hope it is..." Suddenly self-conscious—and aware of how Woohyun would probably rather be sleeping than anything—he rubs the back of his head and then pushes Woohyun towards the living room. "Sit down."
Woohyun sighs, but obeys, flopping down onto his back on the living room floor. From the kitchen Dongwoo watches (to make sure Woohyun's not going to try and sneak a peek) as he prepares his birthday present—separate from what the other members had done, because he wanted it to be meaningful, didn't want it to get lost in the shuffle and the commotion.
When he comes out of the kitchen bearing the cake—smaller than a normal cake, of course, and better suited to two people than seven—Woohyun sits up and looks at him. "...Is this my birthday present?" he asks, as Dongwoo carefully sits down in front of him and sets the cake on the floor.
"Yeah," Dongwoo says. He's glad it's dark—that way Woohyun can't see him blushing. "It's kind of lame, I'm sorry it's—"
Woohyun shuts him up by leaning over to kiss him. "Shut up," he says, affectionate. "It's not lame." And while Dongwoo is still grinning like an idiot, Woohyun runs his finger through the frosting and shoves it in Dongwoo's mouth. "Do I get a birthday wish?"
"You have to blow out the candles," Dongwoo finds his voice to say.
With a very serious look, Woohyun turns to contemplate the candles burning on top of the cake. "...Okay," he says after a moment, leaning over and blowing them all out in one breath. "There. Now my wish will definitely come true."
"What did you wish for?" Dongwoo asks, settling down on the floor and facing Woohyun.
"I can't tell you, it won't come true," Woohyun replies. "Jeez, you learn that in kindergarten." He reaches out and pushes Dongwoo's hair out of his face, then says, a little softer, "Thanks, hyung."
Dongwoo blushes again and laughs, just a little nervous. "You're welcome."
With a mischievous expression, Woohyun picks up a fork and hands it to Dongwoo. "Feed me," he says, his tone demanding even though his eyes are crinkled into smile-crescents. Woohyun's smile is incredible, Dongwoo thinks, worth it to stay up until four in the morning just to see it meant only for him.
"If you insist," Dongwoo says.
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MASLDFMRMMUURRRRGGGGGHHHHH I'M SOBBING INTO MY LUNCH RN
WHAT IS THIS THOUGH O M G SO QT I'M GOING TO DIEEEEEE
URGH dongwoo waking woohyun up at 4 in the morning so his present won't be lost in the commotion is legit the sweetest cutest thing in the world can you hold me GUHHHH JUST!!! also dongwoo being all self-conscious. ugh i find that so much something he would totally do ok OK EMILYYYYYY ;;;;;
Woohyun shuts him up by leaning over to kiss him. "Shut up," he says, affectionate. "It's not lame." i am rly choking here i can't breathe i legit went and threw myself onto my bed and made incoherent sounds into my pillow
then says, a little softer, "Thanks, hyung." HELP!!!!!!!!!!!
O MG I'M JUST WIBBLING SO HARD OK THIS IS NOT A REAL COMMENT BUT I CAN'T WORDS OK I JUST CAN'T. ODG I LOVE YOU EMILY THANK YOU this was all i wanted and possibly more askdfjalwer ♥♥♥
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LMAO "ALL YOU WANTED" DON'T LIE JAY YOU KNOW YOU'LL BE ASKING ME FOR MORE FIC LIKE TOMORROW ♥ ilu ♥ ♥ ♥