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high holiday - khc & mju

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high holiday - khc & mju

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high holiday - khc & mju

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( ` following comes naturally; elevator ride, empty hallways--they've barely reached the threshold of himchan's room when jongup slams the door shut and pins him against it, stare blank for a while, smoldering, threatening. jongup leans forward; things slow and soften. he presses a kiss onto himchan's neck, then another, and another; hand gliding down his friend's arm, resting on his hips, snaking around his waist and pulling them closer, pursing his lips against the protrusion of himchan's collar bones and sucking a red mark slowly, as if to say we have all the time in the world )

brilliant ideas ,

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cheap bars & childhood friends||mju&yyj

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fool me once ,

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( ` pause; sips his coffee, lips curling into a smirk. he's glad playing with jieun is still as fun as it used to be ) i'll leave that to your very colorful imagination.

high holiday - khc & mju

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( ` he doesn't know what game himchan's playing, if he's playing a game at all--but the thank you catches him off guard anyway. jongup does always expect people to be grateful to him, but somehow not like this, somehow not for things like this. he can only blink; nod; he wants to say something but time passes, and it becomes too late to be natural. jongup waits for the food to arrive; eating when it does, like normal hungry human beings do. the meal passes by, nothing spectacular--jongup wipes his lips; looks to his friend ) dessert? ( ` that he doesn't mean cake and coffee cannot be any clearer )

high holiday - khc & mju

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( `  jongup rolls his eyes; takes himchan to the restaurant within the hotel; uses their elevator time to stick his tongue down his friend's throat again--when they get seated, every strand of hair on his head is already back in place, not a wrinkled inch of clothing, not a hint of what they've been doing. the weather outside seems fair, jongup notices, and he thinks it must have been a beautiful day. when the waiter arrives, jongup gives his order; when the waiter leaves, he looks back at himchan, at every inch of skin he could be ravishing right now--in his eyes a promise of the hundred other things they could be doing rather than waiting for food in a quiet restaurant )

brilliant ideas ,

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high holiday - khc & mju

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( ` jongup pouts, watching himchan slip through his fingers like this is such a difficult thing to do for his pride ) why are you so mean to me? ( ` dramatic sigh; he sits up, puts on his shirt, reaches for himchan's hands; fingers playing with fingers, smirks dancing across lips--jongup tugs him closer, down, so he can crane his neck up and place a kiss on his lips again, on his neck again; hands groping elsewhere. his voice is whispery, rushed, but not insincere, when he says, smile brushing lips-- ) but fine let me buy you dinner ( ` and jongup is hungry anyway, so he pushes past himchan's lips again one last time, hand slipping underneath his friend's shirt again one last time, before getting off the couch and heading for the door ) 

high holiday - khc & mju

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( ` he's heard about a million versions of this, the shortest one being 'no', each one placing a pout on his lips--but, still, like a tide, jongup cranes his neck to pull himchan down into another kiss. to drag him further out into the sea; fingers intertwine through strands of dark vibrant hair; his lips and tongue do all the talking for him, pulling their bodies together, jongup holding himchan close to himself, groping his waist; aiming to let his expert touch do one thing and one thing only--consume him ) ... ( ` the pull away seems long overdue but jongup is not at all breathless; he presses his lips against himchan's skin, the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck, murmuring wisps of stardust, leaving sweet nothings in his wake ) why would i snap your neck? ( ` grin pressed against skin, gentle words; hand gliding down himchan's back, then, as if for emphasis, the nape of his neck again, touch soft, feather-light, sensual and inviting ) you have such a pretty neck.

high holiday - khc & mju

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( ` blatantly ignores the words, hand slipping to the nape of himchan's neck, stroking to comfort and coax. smirk in place, eyes hooded, barely looking ) ask later. ( ` he gives no room for thoughts; jongup presses their lips together again, hot breaths dissipating into slipped tongues and parted teeth, angled heads and beating hearts and a scandalous sound he's too tired to hold onto. jongup lets himself go, fingers quickly slipping underneath himchan's clothing, gliding up his sides, riding his shirt up along the way until it's discarded onto the floor--jongup's top follows suit )