It's been awhile for BobDong...

A BobDong one based on their ungodly hour Vlives :)

Half-finished packets of Cheetos and Calbee potato chips occupy the corner of the table. Cans of carbonated juice occupy the other side. In the middle are paper notes spread through the expanse of the remaining space, filled with lines of lyrics written with a combination of black and blue-inked pens. Black is for the rap parts written with barely legible handwriting while the blue is for the singing lines, though the contrastingly neat handwriting is already enough to differentiate.

A Mura Masa song is playing in the background; not as loud as how the other songs had been played two hours ago, only because it’s literally dawn already and they had received enough warning notes of “disturbing loud noises”. They don’t really take them seriously though because the studio is practically sound-proof, but maybe they just aren’t aware of how loud they can be when they’re together.

“Let’s turn on V-App hyung!”

And of course, Donghyuk is the one to suggest something as pulling their fans into their late night shenanigans.

Bobby sees no reason to say no. Well, maybe except for the fact that it is dawn already (3 AM to be exact) and their local fans might already be resting, but the prospect of having an audience for their antics sounds much more tempting. Besides, Donghyuk is already pressing the broadcast button on, a hand holding up the monopod attached to his phone.

Donghyuk is fast with the excuse for the broadcast. They’re having trouble with making song melodies - he says to the camera, and asks iKONICs to give them ideas. The excuse is only half-true because they already have a rough draft finished a moment ago, but Bobby won’t expose him. He plays along instead as he makes himself comfortable beside Donghyuk, an arm instinctively moving so it’s around his dongsaeng’s shoulders.

It doesn’t take long for them to steer out of their initial setting.

Soon, it’s choosing and answering fan questions that they find amusing. Donghyuk expands on some, rambling into short stories of producer interactions and the usual dorky antics of their members. Bobby is not really one for words. He prefers actions to express when he’s not rapping or singing, so he does just that. The arm on Donghyuk’s shoulders is taken out so he could adjust his snapback properly, before he leans forward to grab the bag of Cheetos. Donghyuk glances at him with a deadpan look, most certainly a silent command for him to pay attention, but Bobby shrugs and makes a toast of the snacks to the camera instead. He smirks when lines of “ㅋㅋㅋ” and “Eat well Kimbab” flood the chat space. Donghyuk grunts in playful annoyance but lets him do what he wants. His dongsaeng always lets him get away with anything, anyway.

He finishes the Cheetos so he grabs a can of the carbonated juice. He finishes it too in 2 gulps and then stands up to stretch his limbs. Then the guitar near the piano setup is grabbed so he could exaggeratedly play a song. Donghyuk laughs, teases him at the fact that the guitar is Junhwe’s, but makes a pact with their audience to keep Jiwon’s actions a secret from the guitar’s owner. Then it escalates to doing those silly dance memes, random exclamations of food, and Donghyuk’s laughs and words of exasperation overlapping with Jiwon’s baritone cackles and commands for mischief.

The warning note of “disturbing loud noises” will surely come again.

Comments fly away in the chat space but they still manage to read a lot of them. Donghyuk laughs at a fan asking if they’re drunk.

“No, we’re not drunk!” Jiwon has a big grin.

Donghyuk nods with a snicker. “He’s telling the truth everyone. We’re always like this.”

And their audience agrees.

“ㅋㅋ Don’t go overboard with the fun.”

“You play so wellㅋㅋㅋㅋ.”

“You two are always wild together.”

Donghyuk snickers at that particular comment. “Wild? Isn’t that too much?”

“Well, not everyone plays around like us at 3 AM in the morning.”

“More like you’re the only one who plays around like this, hyung.” Donghyuk quips with a scolding tone. Jiwon still doesn’t understand why Donghyuk tries that when a soft smile always appears on his lips after.

He snickers and returns his arm around Donghyuk’s shoulders, his hand reaching upward to pinch his cheek. “What are you doing here then, if you’re not playing around too?”

“I’m here because you asked me to come here.”

“You could have just ignored my text.”

Donghyuk turns his head to look at him. He has a small smirk playing on his lips; his eyes glinting with affection as he stares at Jiwon in a way that says he wouldn’t be able to ignore him even if he wanted to.

If this was happening during the day, when the other members are present to add to the fun, Jiwon would have taken that as a silent affirmation of Donghyuk’s loyalty and willingness for the little adventures he drags him into. He would be bragging about it to everyone. Yunhyeong would definitely protest, maybe Jinhwan too. Hanbin would tag-team with Junhwe to tease Donghyuk, while Chanwoo would either do that too or just agree.

But at the very moment, the other members aren’t there to take away their attentions. It’s deep into the night, and it’s just the two of them with their limbs practically glued to each other. Instead of other people’s laughter, what accompanies them are the spreads of lyric sheets, flyers of chicken deliveries and taco takeouts, and all the noise warning notes they chose to pin at the cork board just for the giggles - all evidences of the mess there.

Their mess. The sort of thing that anyone would immediately know it’s their thing. “Bobby and Donghyuk, again.” they would say.

Jiwon likes that very, very much.

One look at the chat room shows the affirmative reactions that would have happened with the other iKON members. They say Donghyuk is the cute faithful dongsaeng, that they like their harmonious dynamic, and that Jiwon shouldn’t be bullying Donghyuk too much.

“Dongdong will be upset again if you bully him too much ㅋㅋㅋ”

“Treat our Donghyukie to Tacos Bobby-ya!”

“Sing Secret juseyoooo~”

Of course, Donghyuk chooses to focus on the prospect of being treated to food and being excused from “bullying”. There’s a lot more requests from their fans that pop up in the chat space, some of which makes Donghyuk laugh without a care as he mentions the impulsive requests of their fans. In a way, it’s a reflection of the spontaneity of his and Donghyuk’s relationship.

“Ah look at the time! Everyone should really be sleeping now.”

Which is why he knows their fans would totally understand his sudden announcement of ending the broadcast. Their audience may be the special ones privy to their antics, but “Bobby and Donghyuk” can’t always be for them.

Donghyuk smoothly goes into an outro talk, reassuring fans that they’ll do a Vlive again soon. Comments come in, each one telling them to rest well. He and Donghyuk wave their hands at the phone camera, gracing their fans with smiles and sweet goodbyes, before the button to end the broadcast is finally pressed.

“That was sudden, hyung. What if our fans want to watch more?” Donghyuk says with a soft chuckle. Jiwon watches him take the monopod off his phone and place it on the table.

“I think they have enough already.”

“But everyone’s having so much fun.”

Jiwon laughs. Sometimes Donghyuk can be dense. “That’s not what I mean.”

He takes off his arm from Donghyuk’s shoulders to wrap it around the other’s waist. Donghyuk gives him a questioning look, but Jiwon focuses on the way Donghyuk instantly relaxes in his hold. As if it’s an automatic response for him. Like there’s nothing out of ordinary.

Their fans know of it; has seen the little moments.

“What I mean is,” he pulls Donghyuk closer. “I don’t want to show them everything.”

He grins at the red that appears on Donghyuk’s cheeks that is only seen because a dim fluorescent lamp is in perfect position to highlight that. A small pout settles on his lips so Jiwon expects a snarky remark.

“You mean you don’t want our fans to see just how messy we can be.”

Obviously, Donghyuk meant the physical mess around that they have to clean up in a bit before they go home. But Jiwon knows Donghyuk had understood.

“Our mess”, he corrects with a grin. Evidences of it, all collected in the studio. Their own world in the wee hours of the night.

Donghyuk grins back, shrieking in glee as Jiwon tackles him down on the couch.

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