Hong Kong Night [1 of 2]
J & J
This is a two shots inspired by a request that was made to me a few days ago,
and this time the manknae will be involved in the story.
Simple plot: Jongin is jealous of Sehun and his attachment to Junmyeon,
and when he discovers that he himself will spend a whole week in the same room with the leader...
Well, jelly Jongin is jelly.
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“This is not good.”
“What?”
Damn.
“Well, no-...”
Jongin slammed his smoke backpack on the desk and scratched his head.
“I was just thinking out loud hyung, don't worry.”
Turtleneck sweater, black leather pants, a weird dark aura.
“Nothing importanrt.”
Bitterly regretting of being so instinctive and to have so little control of his own mouth when he was in the grip of emotions.
“Oh, I see. Anyway-”
In the same room, for a simple and quick “check in”, Junmyeon was waving their tickets flight with an usual obsessive smile on his face.
“Collect your things within an hour and come to the parking lot, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Remember to take it all, right? Battery charger, wallet, miscellaneous documents...”
“Okay, I said.”
Jongin snorted.
Despite everything, the leader's presence in the room bothered him. He didn't understand why, he didn't even hate him nor he hated that he came to his room and began rummaging through his drawers without even asking permission.
“Right, I trust you.”
It was just “him”, who bothered him.
“See you later, then.”
Junmyeon.
With his short and thin legs and arms, his eyes and his hair dark as oil.
“See you later, Jongin.”
His aphrodisiac scent, his light steps.
Ah... yeah. All that made Jongin feel uncomfortable, it made him irritate, made him die inside.
“Ah, hyung!”
“What?”
Everything of that man, made him mad.
“I-I-...”
And he wanted to keep him in that room with him and never leave him go out anymore, in fact. Ah, if only he had the courage...
He snorted again, then ran a hand through his hair.
“Nothing, forget it. We 'll see you in less than half an hour.”
“Oh, okay then.”
Then slamming the door without waiting for Junmyeon to greet him. He just couldn't, he thought leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.
“Damn it...”
The smell of the leader was still scattered everywhere.
“Ah...”
That strong smell of berries mixed with a bitter after-shave. It seemed that his body hadn't actually left the room.
“Jesus-...”
How could he resist something so wonderful?, he asked himself.
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“So, guys-...”
Junmyeon's hands were shaking from the cold, Hong Kong was something for which even a punctual as him had prepared enough.
“These are the accommodations of our rooms. They are completely random, so it will be a surprise for me too.”
In turn, he gave a paper to each of the members of the group. Sehun intervened.
“Sure, hyung? You're not really aware?”
It was at that precise moment that Jongin turned to him, with his blue jacket and his black hat, analyzing his every move.
And he snapped.
“He said he doesn't know, why do you insist?”
He couldn't help it, he couldn't endure.
“Hey, chill out! It was just a joke!”
And he couldn't endure Oh Sehun, who always behaved like a spoiled child.
“And I 'm telling you not to insist. If he said he doesn't know, then it means he doesn't know!”
“Guys, stop it!”
Junmyeon was perfectly aware of this sort of rivalry, so he hoped with all his heart that they were not ended up in the same room. Kyungsoo stammered, all of a sudden.
“Ch-... Chanyeol-hyung?”
Not because of embarrassment, on the contrary. He was definitely, completely paralyzed by the cold.
“So-... I'm with you, so...”
“AH!”
Park Chanyeol, hearing him say his name, jumped up like a grasshopper.
“Yay, yes! I'm in the room with Soo-yah!”
He liked Kyungsoo.
Not in the literal sense, he liked girls, but he adored that boy always so calm and silent, as an old bear, and at whom he could ask anything without fear of receiving a rejection.
“This night, you will cook spaghetti for me, right?!”
“Ah-... I guess I-... I have no choice, to be honest-...”
Junmyeon nodded.
He was happy for that pair, and now he hoped for himself as well.
“Jongin? You?”
Jongin looked up.
“Me?”
“Yes, you. With whom are you ended up?”
With you, I hope.
“Wait, let me check.”
His pale fingers slid along the sheet, he hadn't yet had the courage to read the name on it, fearing to be disappointed.
“Oh.”
And, in fact, he regretted it almost immediately.
“Well...”
He paused briefly, then opened his mouth again.
“Baekhyun-hyung.”
“Ha-ha!”
And, although he was still asleep and he definitely needs to go to the bathroom, Baekhyun smiled, squinting as much as possible.
“Trust me, Jongin... I am a great entertainer, you will have fun with me.”
“Ah... I see...”
I don't doubt it, hyung.
Jongin, though in his heart he already knew how things would turn out, felt somehow pissed off.
“Anyway, let's take shelter inside the bar, it's too cold here.”
Yeah, because if he was finished with Baekhyun, then Junmyeon was with...
“Hyung!”
Sehun.
“I'm so happy, we will stay together for a whole week!”
What?
He began to walk quickly, briskly.
“You brood of idiot...”
He couldn't believe that he and his leader would spend seven nights in the same room.
“We will sleep in the same bed, right hyung? You know I'm afraid of the dark, do you?”
“What-...”
In the dormitory, Junmyeon shared his room with Kyungsoo, so he never feared for his safety, but now...
“Hey, you! What kind of nonsense are you talking about, you two will not sleep in the same bed at all!”
Now, Sehun had the full green light, and he felt strangely nervous and annoyed.
“Ohi, mind your own business!”
And worried, because he knew what the guy was capricious and he would take advantage of Junmyeon's naivety.
“No, by golly! Don't tell certain things around, people might think badly of you!”
And he simply couldn't bear it. He had to keep his eyes open, very open, he said himself pushing the glass door of the bar and waiting for all entered inside.
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“Hey, you.”
HIs chin lifted, hair tied with a small rubber band at the center of the head.
“Hmm? Oh, Jongin. What-”
“Don't get any ideas.”
Shirtless, jeans ed.
Jongin seemed to have suddenly lost the ability to feel cold, so stop in front of Sehun.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean exactly that, you idiot.”
He could definitely look like a star, if it wasn't Kim Jongin of EXO-K.
“What?!”
“Are you stupid?! I mean don't get any ideas with Junmyeon-hyung.”
“Wait, you-...”
Sehun bursted out laughing.
When he laughed, his mouth widened to the point of duplication, and his eyes squeezed so much to look like two thin blacks wires.
“Jongin, you-... you're being ridiculous-...”
He clapped his hands loudly, and then hit the other a couple of times on the chest. It was not his room and he knew it, thought Jongin folding his arms, but in the end he had every reason in the world to be there.
“What do you say? I don't understand.”
“Oh-... you want to be in my place, right?”
Sehun laughed even more, he seemed highly amused.
“By now everyone has understood, why don't you just admit you like Junmyeon-hyung?”
“You know I can't.”
“Ah, because you're just a coward. You think you are our hyung's rightful owner just because you know him a lot longer than us, but the reality is that I WILL sleep in his bed tonight and you-”
“SHUT UP!”
A slap in the face.
This time, Sehun felt compelled to stop laughing.
“Tsk-... You bloody fool-...”
Holding his face, he turned and walked over to his bed and began rummaging inside his suitcase.
“You're just an idiot, Jongin.”
“And you're a ert, you're a pig! You have to-”
“Who would be what, Jongin?”
A heartbeat, sudden.
“Hyu-... hyung-...”
And Jongin turned abruptly.
Junmyeon was finally out of the shower, still in his bathrobe, and he stopped a few inches away from him. He looked at him with a smile, raising an eyebrow.
“What were you saying, Jongin? Pig, ert?”
“I-I-...”
Don't do it, stop it!
“I was jus-... telling something to Sehun-ah.”
“Oh...”
Don't look at me like this, get out of my sight!
“I see. Sehun-ah?”
Your eyes, hyung...
And your mouth...
“What.”
And your neck...
Your chest...
Your voice...
You make me want to...
“Jongin-ah was really telling you something interesting? Or-”
“Yes. He was telling me something very funny.”
Jongin didn't stop looking the leader. He knew he had to look away, but God, he hated the fact that Sehun could see him half every day and every night for an entire week.
“All right, then.”
That he could touch him, even if by chance, and he couldn't even stop him. No matter if, then, he wouldn't find any explanation to his strange behavior, he would do anything to have Junmyeon all to himself.
“I'll see you in an hour at the restaurant downstairs, okay guys?”
“Yes.”
He sighed.
He lowered his head, following however, with one eye the almost anorexic and cadaverous figure of Sehun, who slowly crawled to the bathroom and locked the door. His heart was about to jump out of one ear, he thought, now that he and Junmyeon were alone.
“At nine, hyung?”
Now that the bubble bath scent was even closer, just below the tip of his nose.
“Yes, Jongin. But first-...”
And, now, the leader had even taken a few steps forward, toward him.
“First, I want to say thank you.”
So much to touch his chest, then his arms.
“Th-... thank you?”
Jongin felt his soft robe lean on his belly, and his thick and wet hair sink on his neck.
“Yes... thank you.”
Junmyeon twisted his arms around his back and squeezed him harder, more firmly, he felt short of breath.
“Thank you for always being so good to me.”
He picked him up.
Returned that embrace so sweet and so warm, so fragile, he held him tighter.
“Hyung, you don't have to-...”
“And thank you for always being by my side, as my little guardian angel.”
Junmyeon raised his head.
For the first time, his eyes were turned to him, only to him, and his exaggerated smile to a couple of inches from his chin.
“No, you- ... you don't have, I did nothing.”
“But yes, Jongin. I heard what you said to Sehun-ah a little while ago, and I thank you.”
He swallowed.
Ah...
Then you've heard, after all...
“I-... I didn't mean what I said, I just wanted to-”
“Don't worry, I understand. And maybe you're right, Sehun-ah behaves like a spoiled child at times.”
The narrow increased.
What kind of situation is this?
“But don't worry, I'm able to stop when I feel I can't take it anymore. And please, try to have fun, at least for this week.”
Jongin felt compelled to look away, to avoid as much as possible those lips and that face.
“Do you promise me, then?”
If I could, hyung...
“I-... I'll try.”
I would spend only with you this whole week.
“Yeah! I want you like that, Jongin!”
And maybe...
I might as well...
With you...
“No come on, go to dress up!”
Junmyeon gave him a pat on the , making him wince.
A quick greeting, a nodd with his head.
And Jongin left the room with the scent of flowers still smeared on his belly.
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