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writetomyheart2015-06-14 12:14 am
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[Team Five] Kiss me into smiles
To finish off the team five for this round. (This fic honestly deserves more attention but it's past midnight, whoops.)
The idea lingers.
It first comes to Wenhan when he sees Seungyoun leaning over the vanity as he fixed his hair, lips pursed in concentration. Normally Wenhan was the last one in the bathroom, but Seungyoun had woken up even later than usual today and had barged in because there were three people in the regular bathroom.
Seungyoun’s lips always looked soft. He exfoliated them – something he’d probably done earlier, before Yibo had bossed him out. Wenhan thought about that routine, the way Seungyoun’s mouth always looked perfect and lush, soft and curved.
Kissable.
Wenhan startles himself away from that idea as soon as it comes. Seungyoun’s his bandmate, not his girlfriend.
Still. The idea lingers.
--
The idea makes a return a few days later, when they’re having a wrestling tournament in the living room. It always comes down to the two of them, because Yibo is 90% elbows and knees and Yixuan was too engrossed with being nice. (Sungjoo was usually the last to go down, determined to get to the finale but never quite as vicious as the two of them got.)
Seungyoun wins, nearly breaking a lamp while their manager half-heartedly protests before taking Wenhan’s feet out from under him. They go down, Seungyoun’s weight mostly on his free leg, but he’s got a knee braced on Wenhan’s stomach, hands curled into Wenhan’s shoulders. His nails scratch a little, but that’s easy to ignore. Wenhan’s used to that.
He’s not used to the way Seungyoun’s grinning down at him, victorious and gleeful. It’s silly, the way he beams down at Wenhan, eyes disappearing and dimple showing.
It’s silly.
But Wenhan has the urge to thread his fingers through Seungyoun’s hair and tug him down to match their smiles up.
A moment later he’s shoving Seungyoun off and huffing in exaggerated defeat. They all get ready for bed and Yibo pats his shoulder when he passes. Seungyoun’s ahead of them both, still crowing his defeat to their manager, who humors him despite the late hour.
Somewhere inside, the idea blossoms.
--
Eventually Wenhan just sort of has to admit defeat. He spends far too much time glancing at Seungyoun’s lips. Whenever he turns around in the car to talk to Sungjoo, in the mirror at rehearsals, any time Seungyoun opens his mouth…
The infatuation is nonsensical – he’s known Seungyoun for two years by now. He’s known the rest of the boys for even longer, and the idea of kissing Sungjoo still makes him gag, bed pal or not.
“It’s not like he’s changed or anything,” Wenhan says one night, as he explains it all to Yixuan, late one night – minus the kissing part.
“Well,” Yixuan says, mulling over his beer. “Well, but he has. He’s grown up and stuff, you know? And people don’t really stay the same forever. You’ve changed too.”
Wenhan shot him a glare. He wasn’t sure he wanted to pursue that thought.
--
Seungyoun had always been the loudest and brightest of them all, but now he seemed to be everywhere. Wenhan began to be increasingly aware of his proximity, like an anxious second sight, but also found himself seeking Seungyoun out when the boy was elsewhere.
It made no sense.
But while Seungyoun was still too noisy and nosy in Wenhan’s opinion, he found himself really thinking about other things.
Seungyoun had a wonderful laugh when he wasn’t hamming it up for the camera. Seungyoun was sweet when he realized how tired Yixuan was. Seungyoun always kept track of Yibo’s hats for him.
Seungyoun, Seungyoun, Seungyoun.
--
It comes to a head one evening, when there’s a shuffle in roommate arrangements. Sungjoo and Yixuan and Manager have commandeered one room for a meeting and Yibo’s starting to come down with a cold – something Wenhan didn’t realize until Seungyoun pads into his room and promptly climbs under the covers.
“I don’t like sleeping alone,” he mumbles as he makes himself comfortable. It involves a lot of pawing at the covers in his stupidly adorable bunny kigurumi and invading Wenhan’s personal space.
“Couldn’t you just wait?” he asks, sounding slightly strangled because Seungyoun had his hips wiggling way too close to Wenhan’s… stomach.
“They always take forever,” Seungyoun replies, finally settling so they’re facing each other. He’s propped up on his elbow, biting back a smile and not doing a good job of it. “Besides, I’ve been waiting for a good excuse.”
“What do you mean—“ Wenhan doesn’t get to finish, because Seungyoun leans in and he stops talking before their lips even touch.
It’s a soft kiss, sweet for a first time, and Wenhan finds he doesn’t mind that Seungyoun isn’t his girlfriend or anyone else at all.
A moment later, they both pull away, though Seungyoun doesn’t go very far.
“… Waiting for that?” Wenhan asks weakly.
“Well, yeah,” Seungyoun says. He’s not so bold now, blushing lightly and looking relieved. “I mean, I just thought… ‘Cause you stare a lot when you don’t think I can't see you and Yibo said that I should try and find out and… well, that was a stupid way to find out, but, but…”
Wenhan can’t help himself to lean in and kiss Seungyoun again as he trails off. He’s not entirely sure what was happening, but he likes it. He likes it a whole lot. He likes the way Seungyoun sort of sighs into the second kiss, how he wiggles so he’s half draped over Wenhan when he steals a third, and how they don’t quite have a fourth but Seungyoun’s grinning against the corner of Wenhan’s mouth and he just kind of feels like he belongs there.
It didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all.
(JESUS FUCK I'm so sorry that I somehow managed to stick like four lj cut enders in the middle of that, wtf)
The idea lingers.
It first comes to Wenhan when he sees Seungyoun leaning over the vanity as he fixed his hair, lips pursed in concentration. Normally Wenhan was the last one in the bathroom, but Seungyoun had woken up even later than usual today and had barged in because there were three people in the regular bathroom.
Seungyoun’s lips always looked soft. He exfoliated them – something he’d probably done earlier, before Yibo had bossed him out. Wenhan thought about that routine, the way Seungyoun’s mouth always looked perfect and lush, soft and curved.
Kissable.
Wenhan startles himself away from that idea as soon as it comes. Seungyoun’s his bandmate, not his girlfriend.
Still. The idea lingers.
--
The idea makes a return a few days later, when they’re having a wrestling tournament in the living room. It always comes down to the two of them, because Yibo is 90% elbows and knees and Yixuan was too engrossed with being nice. (Sungjoo was usually the last to go down, determined to get to the finale but never quite as vicious as the two of them got.)
Seungyoun wins, nearly breaking a lamp while their manager half-heartedly protests before taking Wenhan’s feet out from under him. They go down, Seungyoun’s weight mostly on his free leg, but he’s got a knee braced on Wenhan’s stomach, hands curled into Wenhan’s shoulders. His nails scratch a little, but that’s easy to ignore. Wenhan’s used to that.
He’s not used to the way Seungyoun’s grinning down at him, victorious and gleeful. It’s silly, the way he beams down at Wenhan, eyes disappearing and dimple showing.
It’s silly.
But Wenhan has the urge to thread his fingers through Seungyoun’s hair and tug him down to match their smiles up.
A moment later he’s shoving Seungyoun off and huffing in exaggerated defeat. They all get ready for bed and Yibo pats his shoulder when he passes. Seungyoun’s ahead of them both, still crowing his defeat to their manager, who humors him despite the late hour.
Somewhere inside, the idea blossoms.
--
Eventually Wenhan just sort of has to admit defeat. He spends far too much time glancing at Seungyoun’s lips. Whenever he turns around in the car to talk to Sungjoo, in the mirror at rehearsals, any time Seungyoun opens his mouth…
The infatuation is nonsensical – he’s known Seungyoun for two years by now. He’s known the rest of the boys for even longer, and the idea of kissing Sungjoo still makes him gag, bed pal or not.
“It’s not like he’s changed or anything,” Wenhan says one night, as he explains it all to Yixuan, late one night – minus the kissing part.
“Well,” Yixuan says, mulling over his beer. “Well, but he has. He’s grown up and stuff, you know? And people don’t really stay the same forever. You’ve changed too.”
Wenhan shot him a glare. He wasn’t sure he wanted to pursue that thought.
--
Seungyoun had always been the loudest and brightest of them all, but now he seemed to be everywhere. Wenhan began to be increasingly aware of his proximity, like an anxious second sight, but also found himself seeking Seungyoun out when the boy was elsewhere.
It made no sense.
But while Seungyoun was still too noisy and nosy in Wenhan’s opinion, he found himself really thinking about other things.
Seungyoun had a wonderful laugh when he wasn’t hamming it up for the camera. Seungyoun was sweet when he realized how tired Yixuan was. Seungyoun always kept track of Yibo’s hats for him.
Seungyoun, Seungyoun, Seungyoun.
--
It comes to a head one evening, when there’s a shuffle in roommate arrangements. Sungjoo and Yixuan and Manager have commandeered one room for a meeting and Yibo’s starting to come down with a cold – something Wenhan didn’t realize until Seungyoun pads into his room and promptly climbs under the covers.
“I don’t like sleeping alone,” he mumbles as he makes himself comfortable. It involves a lot of pawing at the covers in his stupidly adorable bunny kigurumi and invading Wenhan’s personal space.
“Couldn’t you just wait?” he asks, sounding slightly strangled because Seungyoun had his hips wiggling way too close to Wenhan’s… stomach.
“They always take forever,” Seungyoun replies, finally settling so they’re facing each other. He’s propped up on his elbow, biting back a smile and not doing a good job of it. “Besides, I’ve been waiting for a good excuse.”
“What do you mean—“ Wenhan doesn’t get to finish, because Seungyoun leans in and he stops talking before their lips even touch.
It’s a soft kiss, sweet for a first time, and Wenhan finds he doesn’t mind that Seungyoun isn’t his girlfriend or anyone else at all.
A moment later, they both pull away, though Seungyoun doesn’t go very far.
“… Waiting for that?” Wenhan asks weakly.
“Well, yeah,” Seungyoun says. He’s not so bold now, blushing lightly and looking relieved. “I mean, I just thought… ‘Cause you stare a lot when you don’t think I can't see you and Yibo said that I should try and find out and… well, that was a stupid way to find out, but, but…”
Wenhan can’t help himself to lean in and kiss Seungyoun again as he trails off. He’s not entirely sure what was happening, but he likes it. He likes it a whole lot. He likes the way Seungyoun sort of sighs into the second kiss, how he wiggles so he’s half draped over Wenhan when he steals a third, and how they don’t quite have a fourth but Seungyoun’s grinning against the corner of Wenhan’s mouth and he just kind of feels like he belongs there.
It didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all.
(JESUS FUCK I'm so sorry that I somehow managed to stick like four lj cut enders in the middle of that, wtf)
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