||[Nov. 18th, 2013|10:42 pm]
Title: Potpourri (4/?)
Pairing(s): DooWoon, JunWoon
Word Count: 2,000+ maybe
Summary: He never said, “no,” and because he never said, “no,” they never stopped. Because you never say “no” to hyung.
Junhyung took full advantage of Yoon leader’s brief absence in the dorm. He got as close to Dongwoon as much as he wanted, he sexed him as much as he wanted, he did whatever he wanted to him—how?
As much as he wanted.
And Dongwoon let him. He did not refuse a single one of the rapper’s advances. Those slaps and squeezes to his bottom? Those sly kisses no one else saw? Those caresses? Those whispers?
He took it all, and really, he didn’t mind it. ‘Cause he… subconsciously wanted them; Junhyung knew the boy was hungry. Oh, the ingredients could not have been more perfect for his little cake. With Doojoon gone, Junhyung stepped in and fed Dongwoon’s body what it needed. Somebody had to pick up the slack.
It was early in the afternoon—the afternoon was just getting started, actually.
And Junhyung and Dongwoon were just finishing up.
No one else was home to interrupt and intrude, so Junhyung took the opportunity to rough around a little with Woon in private. The maknae came back from an interview, and Junhyung literally snatched him into the dorm and dragged him into the nearest compartment bearing a bed. What followed was pretty much self-explanatory.
Thirty minutes later, there they were, lying in the sack in all their bareness. Dongwoon was recalibrating—Junhyung gave him so, so much—breathing in and out in paced breaths on top of the dampened pillow with lidded eyes and tousled hair. He was so hot minutes before, but then he was suddenly overcome with bumpy skin. It was cold.
Junhyung saw Dongwoon’s legs sweeping into himself. He tossed the crumpled sheets over both their naked frames, and next retrieved his carton of cigarettes and lighter from between the mattress. He flicked the carton open, pulled out a stick, gripped it with his teeth, lit the tip, and puffed. Woonie’s ears twitched at the mechanical sounds of the lighter. He knew his hyung smoked, but he was really going to smoke inside the dorm? The others didn’t know about him smoking—nobody knew except for the youngest... He had no issue with Junhyung physically smoking around him… he just…………
“Sleepy?” Junhyung asked, exhaling the smoke in a thin stream. He tucked his cig in between his fingers. His sharp eyes drank in the skin the sheets did not hide away. Dongwoon turned his body so that they were facing one another.
The elder smirked, taking another drag. Dongwoon watched the happening silently, his hands under his pillow…
“You’re gonna smoke in here?”
“But… manager hyung… and the others. What if they—?”
“Does it look like I give a fuck?” Junhyung asked quite nicely.
Dongwoon simply shook “no.”
“And I don’t,” the elder replied, calmly drawing in two more puffs.
Dongwoon opened his eyes more, “I don’t want you to smoke anymore…”
Junhyung’s eyebrows kinda twisted a little at the boy’s spoken wish. He exhaled again, pursed his lips around his stick, sucked briefly, then pulled it away with his fingers.
“Where’d that come from?” asked Junhyung.
“……It’s bad for you.”
“Well yeah. I know that.”
“Then why do you do it?”
Junhyung shrugged. But he knew why. He started smoking after that happened. He drank a little in the beginning, but then he turned to the deadly cancer for comfort, and the cancer won. It hooked him. The only reason Woonie knew was because the latter caught him out back one night lighting the end of cigarette some months ago. He vowed to keep his hyung’s secret, but it worried him. He knew what smoking could do Junhyung, and he cared about Junhyung very, very much.
He loved Junhyung. He didn’t want to see his hyung get sick… he didn’t wanna see him in some hospital somewhere…
Dongwoon brought his body closer to the eldest. He rest his hand on the latter’s waist, caressed him there, and then he caressed his back. “Please stop soon, hyung… I don’t want anything to happen to you…” he pleaded quietly. Emotionally. Pleadingly.
Seriously. He didn’t want hyung to die.
Junhyung, mesmerized by the sincerity and warmth in the brown spheres of the maknae, gazed at Dongwoon piercingly.
He put out his cigarette.
He scooped the boy onto his body and loved him down with soaked, smoke-flavored kisses and long strokes. They kissed and fondled for an intense minute, tossing the sheets about a little as they went along. Dongwoon felt his heart jump a little bit.
“…I’ll stop. Just for you,” Junhyung said, raking some of Woonie’s hair back with his hand, “how ‘bout that? Would that make you happy, baby?”
Dongwoon nodded thankfully, grinning as wide as he could.
Indeed he would be happy. Happy, happy!
The rapper graced him with a second round of kisses; when he pulled away, the maknae’s visage was… glowing…
Junhyung blinked at the boy, at his smiling slits and his nose… and his full, smiling lips, and his mane of dark, lusciously brown hair… He had never seen his face that… bright before. Or had it always been that bright? Junhyung just kept staring and staring…
Dongwoon noticed his hyung’s absentmindedness. He tilted his head a little into his pillow… He could obviously tell Jun was in deep thought. He wondered about what. He hoped he wasn’t going to change his mind about smoking…!
But no, that wasn’t on his mind at all.
Junhyung, moving almost in slow motion, gently gripped the boy by his chin, peering over his lips as if he’d never kissed them before—not even just a few seconds ago. Dongwoon was a little taken at the man’s abrupt, strange demeanor, but when their pupils aligned and the couple read one another… he instantly knew why.
Dongwoon’s heart thumped. Really thumped. It kinda hurt. That’s how strong the thump was. He zoned in on Junhyung’s heart-shaped lips—he was even shaking a little bit. That never happened before… why then?
Their mouths gravitated closer and closer to one another, until the met in a practically timid kiss. Dongwoon exhaled heavily, tasting way more than the ash on Junhyung’s tongue. The kiss steadily grew powerful, and deeper, and louder. And soon, they were all over each other again…
Junhyung slowly peeled his lips away from the boy’s mouth, staring down into the wells that were his wide, deep brown eyes. He saw his heartbeat.
Junhyung smiled all-knowingly to himself.
He got ‘im.
Move over, Doojoooon~
(Later in the night…)
Dongwoon lay on his stomach in the middle of his bed in his familiar, defeated fashion. He didn’t know what to do.
He didn’t know how to feel, or what he should be feeling.
He didn’t even go out to eat lunch with the other hyungs. He just stayed in; he needed time to himself to get his feelings sorted and stowed away. Because… what happened earlier with Junhyung hyung was still fresh in his memory, fresh on his body, fresh on his lips and tongue.
What was that? That look Jun gave him… and how he kissed him and touched him…
What happened back there…? Why were his cheeks hot and stung to the touch?
Why was Woonie’s heart thumping fast, and why did it hurt?
Did… Did Junhyung... feel for him?
Nooooo, no. That couldn’t be it…… Junhyung didn’t feel for him like that. Not like how Doojoon felt for him.
Doojoon… he missed Doojoon… Little pieces of him ached whenever the man was absent.
The maknae cast his eyes to his cell. It was only an arm’s stretch away, flat against the comforter. He stared at it; it eventually found itself in his hand. He scrolled through his contacts until he came to Doojoon. He ingested the picture he set for his hyung’s contact; they were privately holding hands in the sand on a beach. It was taken from that night when they first became close and intimate with each other… Dongwoon could still taste and feel the grit of the sand. But it was a beautiful night… one that he would never, ever forget.
Ultimately, Dongwoon initiated FaceTime. He just didn’t want to hear Doojoon’s voice. He wanted to see his face, his eyes, nose, lips. He needed to see everything… He hoped he wasn’t in the middle of taping. That meant he would be busy.
He awaited a response…
Bing! Doojoon’s handsome, pasty face blew up on his entire screen.
Dongwoon smiled into the phone gently, “Hi hyung…”
Doojoon cleverly read the younger’s countenance. Little lines caused his entire expression to fall, subsequently alarming his hyung.
“…Ehy, you alright? You look a little down… Somethin’ happen while I was gone?”
“No. No, hyung.”
“Then what’s botherin’ you?”
Dongwoon hesitated—for whatever reason, “I just… I just miss you… I wanted to hear your voice an’… and see you…”
“Awwwww… so you’re just missin’ me… that’s all it is?”
The boy tinted with pink, “……yeah. S-Sorry if I am… interrupting you.”
“Oh no you’re fine, baby. I’m just chillin’ in my hotel room right now… I was thinkin’ about a few things.”
“What were you thinkin’ about~?”
“About how a certain, special day is coming up…”
Dongwoon simpered. Yes, it was going to be their fifth year of secret togetherness soon…
“I think I know what I’m gonna get you now,” teased Doo, “I’ve been thinking about it for months.”
A fuzzy line of pink flourished underneath his cheeks…
“What is it?”
“It’s a surprise~ I can’t tell you~~ You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Woonie loved surprises… ‘specially surprises from hyung. Hyung’s surprises were the best.
“…You look sleepy, Dongwoon.”
“I kinda am.”
“Well why don’t you get some sleep? You got a busy day tomorrow—an early photo shoot right?”
“Then go to bed—”
“Can you sing for me…?”
Doojoon’s lips grinned.
“You want me to sing for you, baby?” he asked soothingly.
Dongwoon lay on his side, propping his cellphone up against one of many pillows, “Mmhm…”
And like a sweet hyung, Doojoon granted his wish, humming a creamy melody straight into—firstly—the boy’s ears, and lastly into his heart… Dongwoon veiled his eyes and allowed Doojoon’s silky lyrics to sweep him up and away into the stars overhead…
…It wouldn’t be long until he could have him do the same exact thing in person.
Dongwoon monitored Doojoon’s flight from the time he left to when the man was outside the front entrance. He was the first and only one to welcome him back home.
When Doojoon knocked, Dongwoon’s upper bought raced against his lower body to see who would first reach the door. His upper body won, of course, and he opened the door with a freakish strength.
Dongwoon practically leapt into Doojoon’s arms. He sighed and squeezed and hugged the man as close to him as he could stand. The oldest could certainly feel the boy’s longing for him by just the strength of their embrace. Dongwoon initiated their first kiss, and it blossomed soulfully right there. Right underneath the doorway, out in the open. But they didn’t care. If someone saw, someone saw. Fuck it.
Doojoon left his bags outside. The couple, arms tied around one another, led each other into the dorm, and onto the couch where they hotly grasped chunks of the other’s body and hair and orally dueled with their tongues and lips. The younger ended up on top of his twin, but Doojoon was definitely in control of the entire ordeal. It was really, actually beautiful to watch. So artsy, the way their bodies moved…
Things progressively cooled between them, Dongwoon splashing down into his hyung’s warm orbs. He snuck in a kiss.
“I’m happy you’re home…” Dongwoon panted out.
“I see that… I’m happy to be home…”
“Do you have any more taping to do soon…?”
Doojoon twirled a thin piece of the boy’s hair, “Not until a week from now.”
A broad smile lined the maknae’s happy, pink lips. Yeeesss, more moments with Doojoon. He pecked Doojoon’s lips again and again, and pulled the man into yet another toasty embrace. The latter wreathed one arm around his frame securely and lifted the other, petting his hair. He kissed the side of his temple.
“Yeeeaaah, I’m not goin’ anywhere for a long time, baby…” Doojoon smacked him on the bottom, “hyung’s gonna be right here…”
Dongwoon narrowed his gaze seriously. His smile was gone.
………Doojoon understood. Woonie was referring to his girlfriend with the “else.” Sometimes Doojoon would have time off, and when he did, he would go out on dates with her, leaving Woon beside himself.
“We do have… dates planned together… soon… b-but for the time being, we could go wherever you wanna go and do whatever you wanna do. How’s that? Is that okay with you?”
Dongwoon’s lips dived into a slant. He never liked to hear Doojoon talk about her…
“Heeeeeeey,” Doojoon lovingly rumbled. Their gazes lined up.
“What did I tell you? What did I tell you earlier? Hm? You remember what I said about you, and who you were to me?” Doojoon asked, holding up a straight, single finger, demonstrating the number one. Dongwoon looked at the digit, then smirked fondly at the lovely reminder…
…but his lips soon sank… and sank… and sank.
Something shiny came into focus.
There, on his hyung’s ring finger, was a shiny, simple, silver band. Dongwoon had never seen that little piece of jewelry before… Doojoon, curious about the boy’s sudden, intensive gaze, followed his pupils and soon learned what had captured his attention so. It was his ring.
Dongwoon fingered the cold band, obviously thrown off. He knew every article of clothing Doojoon owned. He knew all of his jewelry, all of his accessories, down to his assortment of belt buckles and necklaces and carat studs. But this ring. He’d never laid eyes on this particular ring…
“What’s this, hyung?”
Doojoon himself looked puzzled at the band, too, as if it was his first time seeing it as well.
“Oh this? It’s just a ring. Just a ring.”
“‘Just a ring?’” Dongwoon repeated innocently, still thoroughly investigating with his fingers.
“Yeah, I just got it.”
“Where did you get it from?”
“……She gave it to me.”
Dongwoon’s feelings instantaneously pooled uncomfortably to his gut. He literally felt weak; he felt like she just struck him with a club of reality, took a straw, stabbed it into his heart and sucked all he was worth out of him. Doojoon witnessed it as he watched the film play on his eyes.
“It’s just a couple ring, that’s all it is, baby. That’s all,” commented the elder, downplaying the entire situation and hoping the boy would do the same and just dismiss it altogether. Dongwoon’s eyes did not shift from the silver circle, and neither did his fingers…
“Did you give her one?”
“Yeah, I did. She has one, too.”
“…You bought them?”
“—Look, Woonie. It’s just a ring, okay?” Doojoon almost, almost growled, “it’s nothing more than that… nothing more, alright…?” Doojoon caressed Woonie’s cheek with the front of his hand, then secondly, replacing it with the brush of his lips after softening his voice, “understand me? Good... Now I’ve been spending too much time away from you lately, and all I want to do is come home, and be beside you without any arguing or none of that other nonsense… Can we do that, Woon…? Can we just be together, and spend time together…? Please?”
Not wanting to anger, annoy or upset Doojoon further—or ruin the sweet moment—Dongwoon bore a tiny, submissive smile for his lover and united their fingers via intimate weaving. He kissed the eldest soundly, softly pushing his lips against the cushions. “Yeah… we can,” he spoke against them.
Doojoon grinned back, very pleased at his compliance.
And who was Dongwoon to get mad at Doojoon about a ring when he was literally fucking around with Junhyung just a handful of hours ago in the past? At least—or as far as he knew—Doojoon was being honest with the maknae about his relationship with his girlfriend. Doojoon didn’t know about Junhyung; Dongwoon wasn’t being honest. Who in their saneness would give a ring to a dishonest person, or better yet, a whore?
“You want a drink?” Doojoon followed after his kiss. Dongwoon nodded.
“’Kay. I’ll pour us somethin’………… Hey.”
Dongwoon looked and straightened himself.
“I love you,” Doojoon reminded.
“I love you, too,” Dongwoon reminded.
“You’re my number one, right?”
It seemed as though every time they met, they had to remind one another that they loved one another. Ho hum.
Doojoon grinned, got up from under Dongwoon, and waltzed to the main kitchen to prepare the glasses of liquor.
It was seven in the morning.
p.s. I don’t know how facetime works. if this doesn't make sense to you don't worry it's not supposed to.