#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 ♥
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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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