Fic: Types
Sep. 26th, 2012 10:27 pmTitle: Types
Fandom: Shut Up! Flower Boy Band
Focus: Hajin-centric, Hajin/Kyungjong
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Length: Oneshot (vignette), 631 words
Summary: Hajin knows there's a lot Kyungjong leaves unsaid. Hajin/Kyungjong UST
Original Post: http://kficrevolution.dreamwidth.org/2326.html?thread=9020950#cmt9020950
Cross-posted: here and here.
Author's Note: This is set during episode 7 of the show, after the band converges at Hyunsoo's house and make up with each other. It was originally written for an SUFBB anon I was talking to at one of the fic memes. Any comments I have about writing it can be found at the original post, although it'll require some wading through fangirling feels.
Fandom: Shut Up! Flower Boy Band
Focus: Hajin-centric, Hajin/Kyungjong
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Length: Oneshot (vignette), 631 words
Summary: Hajin knows there's a lot Kyungjong leaves unsaid. Hajin/Kyungjong UST
Movies aren’t something he usually does with the rest of the guys, instead reserved for pretty girls with short skirts and smooth legs and wandering hands. The older girls are even nice enough to pay for him if he butters them up with enough compliments and blatant flattery.
That’s probably why he feels so awkward, sitting on the floor of Hyunsoo’s bedroom as the six of them are watching a rented movie together. Hyunsoo and Jihyuk have claimed the bed, fighting over Hyunsoo’s blankets and occasionally hitting each other with one of his pillows, while Wookyung has — predictably — claimed the tiny space on the bed next to Jihyuk. Doil’s leaning against her knees, glancing up at her now and then like he thinks no one notices. Too bad for him Hajin’s an expert at all things involving girls and romance-driven desperation.
“Hey, isn’t that actor so cool?”
Kyungjong is sitting next to him, leaning against the bed and into his shoulder at the same time. It’s hard to imagine that they had just been upset with each other just a couple of hours ago, ignoring each other’s presence and biting back cruel words they wouldn’t have really meant.
Well, Hajin wouldn’t have meant most of it. He’s never quite sure about Kyungjong, who’s more complicated than any girl he’s ever dated. Kyungjong’s the one who sprouts all of that Busan manliness nonsense in the same breath as his sentimental declarations of affection and Hajin knows there’s a lot Kyungjong leaves unsaid. He just doesn’t know what.
“What,” he finally replies, and he fights back the urge to wrap an arm around Kyungjong’s shoulders, “you like him or something?” He keeps his tone light as he glances at the actor on Hyunsoo’s tiny television screen with his rippling abs and chiseled features and his sweat-drenched hair. He’s as alien to him as the rest of Jungsang’s student body and Hajin’s left wondering where his appeal is when he finally glances back at Kyungjong.
Even in the darkness of the room, he can tell Kyungjong is biting the inside of his cheek, biting his lower lip until it becomes slightly plumper than normal. It’s harder to keep from moving. Hajin wonders if it’s as hard for Kyungjong to keep silent.
“He’s not exactly my type,” Kyungjong laughs. He looks away, but Hajin still sees a hint of teeth on his lip.
His resolve breaks and he leans in closer, until he can comfortably rest his chin on Kyungjong’s shoulder. It’s a little unnerving how right it feels to be so close, although that’s probably from days of high tensions and voluntary separations and none of their friendly little love taps. Hajin would have considered it some sort of withdrawal if only that didn’t mean there was some sort of addiction in the first place. Who becomes addicted to slaps and hugs and another boy’s light fingers trailing down the small of his back?
“Our Kyungjong has a type now?” he asks — breathes, really — and he feels the sudden shiver of Kyungjong’s body. His body is so small and the shivers are too, but everything’s so warm and Hajin’s suddenly completely draped over Kyungjong like old times.
Kyungjong turns until their cheeks are practically touching, just staring and staring and biting his lip again. Hajin wonders what it is Kyungjong sees — in that actor, in himself — but suddenly, all he can see is a flash of pink as Kyungjong’s tongue quickly runs over his swollen lower lip.
“Something like that,” Kyungjong chuckles, almost inaudible underneath the laughter of the others at the hero’s cheesy speech. The chuckles are a little awkward and stilted, but feelings are like that too, Hajin guesses.
His are a little like that too.
That’s probably why he feels so awkward, sitting on the floor of Hyunsoo’s bedroom as the six of them are watching a rented movie together. Hyunsoo and Jihyuk have claimed the bed, fighting over Hyunsoo’s blankets and occasionally hitting each other with one of his pillows, while Wookyung has — predictably — claimed the tiny space on the bed next to Jihyuk. Doil’s leaning against her knees, glancing up at her now and then like he thinks no one notices. Too bad for him Hajin’s an expert at all things involving girls and romance-driven desperation.
“Hey, isn’t that actor so cool?”
Kyungjong is sitting next to him, leaning against the bed and into his shoulder at the same time. It’s hard to imagine that they had just been upset with each other just a couple of hours ago, ignoring each other’s presence and biting back cruel words they wouldn’t have really meant.
Well, Hajin wouldn’t have meant most of it. He’s never quite sure about Kyungjong, who’s more complicated than any girl he’s ever dated. Kyungjong’s the one who sprouts all of that Busan manliness nonsense in the same breath as his sentimental declarations of affection and Hajin knows there’s a lot Kyungjong leaves unsaid. He just doesn’t know what.
“What,” he finally replies, and he fights back the urge to wrap an arm around Kyungjong’s shoulders, “you like him or something?” He keeps his tone light as he glances at the actor on Hyunsoo’s tiny television screen with his rippling abs and chiseled features and his sweat-drenched hair. He’s as alien to him as the rest of Jungsang’s student body and Hajin’s left wondering where his appeal is when he finally glances back at Kyungjong.
Even in the darkness of the room, he can tell Kyungjong is biting the inside of his cheek, biting his lower lip until it becomes slightly plumper than normal. It’s harder to keep from moving. Hajin wonders if it’s as hard for Kyungjong to keep silent.
“He’s not exactly my type,” Kyungjong laughs. He looks away, but Hajin still sees a hint of teeth on his lip.
His resolve breaks and he leans in closer, until he can comfortably rest his chin on Kyungjong’s shoulder. It’s a little unnerving how right it feels to be so close, although that’s probably from days of high tensions and voluntary separations and none of their friendly little love taps. Hajin would have considered it some sort of withdrawal if only that didn’t mean there was some sort of addiction in the first place. Who becomes addicted to slaps and hugs and another boy’s light fingers trailing down the small of his back?
“Our Kyungjong has a type now?” he asks — breathes, really — and he feels the sudden shiver of Kyungjong’s body. His body is so small and the shivers are too, but everything’s so warm and Hajin’s suddenly completely draped over Kyungjong like old times.
Kyungjong turns until their cheeks are practically touching, just staring and staring and biting his lip again. Hajin wonders what it is Kyungjong sees — in that actor, in himself — but suddenly, all he can see is a flash of pink as Kyungjong’s tongue quickly runs over his swollen lower lip.
“Something like that,” Kyungjong chuckles, almost inaudible underneath the laughter of the others at the hero’s cheesy speech. The chuckles are a little awkward and stilted, but feelings are like that too, Hajin guesses.
His are a little like that too.
Original Post: http://kficrevolution.dreamwidth.org/2326.html?thread=9020950#cmt9020950
Cross-posted: here and here.
Author's Note: This is set during episode 7 of the show, after the band converges at Hyunsoo's house and make up with each other. It was originally written for an SUFBB anon I was talking to at one of the fic memes. Any comments I have about writing it can be found at the original post, although it'll require some wading through fangirling feels.