World Champ

Hwoarang froze.

He thought he was the fiery, angry one, but Steve’s anger was absolutely terrifying.

“Damn.” he said, watching the usually calm and coolheaded blonde contort in anger.

“Then get yourself your own desk, my clothes go here. And if those books were so important, put them some place where you know you’re going to find them!” he retorted.

Watching Steve’s tirade, amongst his death threat, Hwoarang smirked and said,“I passed by the library on the way back here. Brought your books back for ya.“

Cocking his head towards the small table in the room, he added,“Stopped by McDonald’s, too. Thought you might like a burger. So don’t say I never do anything nice for you, Princess.”

He smiled, hoping his words would calm the blonde.

“Well, I would if there was actual room for another desk here.” Steve retorted in a mocking tone of voice; he was still far too pissed off at Hwoarang to play nice. “I did place them somewhere I could find them but, you moved them!” He exasperated, making a mess of the piled dirty clothes just to soon realize that the books he was looking for weren’t there.

Steve groaned in anger.

When Hwoarang said that he had returned the books for Steve, the blond had the audacity to glare at Hwoarang. “Why didn’t you tell me!?” Although the act was good, there was still that tone of irritation in his voice.

He abruptly threw the clothes back into a messy pile, just so they were messy in just one corner of the room. “Besides, you shouldn’t touch my stuff.” He grumbled.

He was too pissed off and when Hwoarang had told him that he bought food for him, Steve only took a quick glance at paper bag with the burger before turning his attention back to his books. “Thanks but, no thanks.” He turned it down, not wanting anything from the redhead.

Actually, Steve is vouching to ignore his roommate for the time being right now.

“AND WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!” Hwoarang thought to himself. He didn’t have any magic powers. Didn’t think Steve did, so.. And so, the blonde genius came up with this insane idea of calling upon a summon to help.

Without realizing the consequences.

Well…if they were to save the world…

Steve raises his hands up “WELL YOU HAVE ANY BETTER IDEA!?” Steve shouts back at Hwoarang. Seriously, the blond was doing his best to stay alive in this weird alternate universe. 

“The monkeys did say they’d help us if we needed them.” He sufficed. “We need to get through this forest and seriously? I think monkeys can help.” He continues off with a firm nod of his head, quite sure monkeys can help. 

“Steve…fucking hell..” he muttered, when he heard footsteps shuffling in the bedroom. Tiny steps soon turned into worried stomps and he could hear Steve rushing out of the bedroom into the living room. 

Hwoarang tried to wipe away his stray tears, but he couldn’t hide them.

A hand quickly made its way onto his wrist… He still had his back turned, facing the door, facing the exit that he wanted to reach so badly. 

God, this is the last thing he wanted. 

He never wanted Steve to see him in this state. Still so upset, so paranoid so..

fucking terrified

And suddenly, warm arms enveloped him for a hug. Steve’s grip was too strong, too questioning, and once again, Hwoarang felt the need to run.

“Let me go.” he growled. 

please don’t let me go. never let me go

“If you don’t fucking let me go, Steve, I’m going to kick your ass.” 

But his threats were idle. He knew Steve wouldn’t let him go. He wanted Steve to release him and yet he wanted Steve to hold him tighter. 

It was a scenario Hwoarang was always so afraid to face.

Last night was wonderful. It was a bro’s night out that turned into a morning after. 

It was something he should have never done.

But Steve was so gorgeous, so receptive, so…

It wasn’t fair.

Steve is the perfect catch. He could see why people wanted to be near him. He had a wonderful persona, well-mannered, if not a bit cocky-well, if you were the world’s best, you’d be cocky too-handsome…every guy and girl’s dream.

So Hwoarang should be lucky that someone like Steve would want him, right?

Except behind every affection was deception.

It wasn’t that Hwoarang doubted Steve, but…

i’m so fucking paranoid

He was afraid that Steve would slip through his fingers and leave him like Jin did. That he’d break his heart into pieces like Jin did. 

“Let me go, Steve!” Hwoarang suddenly shouted, pushing Steve away. 

Once he was out of his grip, he turned and looked at the blonde. “I am not crying, damn it! I just..” 

He couldn’t finish his sentence, as more tears fell down his eyes. 

“Maybe it’s because you’re so fucking perfect, and-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence, because he had fallen to his knees, his face against the rug, trying his damnest to stifle his tears. 

“Because Jin told me I wasn’t allowed to be happy. And I fucking believed him. That this is all a lie, and you don’t love me either, Steve..” 

That wasn’t what he was supposed to say. He was supposed to run. He was supposed to escape. But his body was stuck to Steve’s floor, tears running down his eyes like an everflowing stream, gripping his hair, too goddamn afraid to look up. 

And too afraid to tell Steve the truth

When he pulled Hwoarang close to him for a hug, he knew that this was something he needed to do. It wasn’t that Steve thought about it, his body just moved on its own accord and now, he felt the redhead tremble in his arms as he cried.

The blond questioned again and again “Why? How did this happen?” Steve couldn’t fathom as to how Hwoarang came to cry.

“Then, hurt me.” Steve replied back as he kept his arms tight around Hwoarang. How cruel would Steve have to be to release Hwoarang and let him go out of the blond’s house in this state? Although, Steve has next to no idea as to how Hwoarang came to this state, he just knows that some part of this was his fault.

How Steve it was fault, he had no idea at all. But, Hwoarang was in Steve house, in his room, his bed, and in Steve’s arms so why else would the red head become like this if he had no fault in it?

“Hwoarang, if you want to punch me, kick me, or beat the living shit out of me then, fine!” Steve retorted back, loud enough for the other to hear. “But, I want you to know that I don’t want to let you go. Not right here and not right now.”

Steve’s hoping to fuck that what he’s doing and saying is the right thing. It feels so right to do it, so how could it be wrong?

One hand grabbed a hold of the shirt on Hwoarang back as the other went to Hwoarang’s red locks. He wanted to look Hwoarang in the eyes, want to talk to him properly but, could he? 

What if Steve moved from this hug and Hwoarang found the opportunity to slip away from his grasp and run towards the door?

Steve can’t do that.

He can’t let Hwoarang go.

But, the decision wasn’t his to make as Hwoarang had suddenly pushed him away. The force was one that had all of the other’s strength to make Steve let go.

Steve never wanted to let Hwoarang go.

“What?”  Steve uttered out a question. Hwoarang told him he was perfect and the blond couldn’t be more confused than, he already was.

He was still puzzled, didn’t know what to do exactly. ‘How can I calm him down?’ was the question that constantly roamed in his head over and over again.

He knelt down to the ground as Hwoarang seemed to have collapsed himself down on the floor. The other looked so weak and vulnerable; unlike his usual self that it broke Steve’s heart.

‘I never want to see him like this.’ Steve said internally. ‘I’ll never hurt you for you to turn like this Hwoa.’

Steve reached a hand out to touch Hwoarang but, the other’s next words made him come to a stop. ‘He said that to you?’ was the thought that came into mind and Steve couldn’t help his hand turning into a fist. 

‘How dare he hurt you like this’ His gritted in anger.

In one fell swoop, Steve grabbed a hold of Hwoarang. He didn’t care anymore whether Hwoarang wanted to push Steve away or was too ashamed to let Steve see how weak he was right now. 

Right,  Steve knew exactly what he needed to do.

“Don’t you ever believe an asshole like him!” Steve shouted as  he pulled Hwoarang close to him. Here they were, kneeling down on the floor shouting to each other as Hwoarang cried. Steve himself felt tears prickle his eyes but, no. Steve needed to stay strong for now and tell Hwoarang how wrong Jin was.

“Who the hell does he think he is to tell you not to be happy!?” He continued off, tightening his hold onto the other. He never wants to let go of Hwoarang, ever. “Whether you deserve to be happy or not is entirely on you Hwoarang.”

“I think you’re amazing.” Steve admitted as he rested his forehead against the other’s shoulder. “I think you’re strong, and beautiful, and so fucking wonderful and I want to make you happy because I fucking love you so much.” He continued off.

“I just want to make you happy Hwoa, screw whoever the fuck told you that you don’t deserve it.” Steve himself felt he was out of breath just from talking but, right now this conversation was taking a lot of energy out from both of them but, every word Steve said was nothing but, the truth.

“Well, if the bike shop isn’t any good, at least the time we spent getting there would be fun. We’ll make an adventure out of it, like we always do.”

He winked at the blonde. 

“And I don’t whine like a little bitch, isn’t that your job?” he’d once again tease him. He simply laughed off Steve’s fluster about being carried, instead, smirked at his red cheeks. How much he enjoyed messing with Steve to the point of him turning all red. And with his pale skin, it made it all the more cuter. 

Yeah, Steve Fox sure was cute, Hwoarang thought. Not that he’d tell him outloud. Unless he was really looking to tease him. 

“A ride cool enough for you? Hah! You’d look better on the back of my ride.” he replied with a wink. He could just imagine it, Hwoarang on his new bike, Steve behind him with his arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tight…

“…I mean, you’re a total dork, Steve, I bet you don’t even know how to properly ride a bike!” 

“It’s only an adventure because you’re with me.” Steve says as he points to himself with his thumb. “But, let’s just say I’m gonna trust you this time that the shop is good.”

“Me? Whine like a bitch? Don’t start pointing fingers now Hwoa.” He laughs, still trying to cover up the fact that Hwoarang can easily make him flustered from his words. Hopefully, his face would cool down quick.He rather hated how he blushed way too easily.

Steve made an unamused face at Hwoarang. “I don’t want to be on your back ride forever.” He rolled his eyes to the side. It was nice yes, he could admit that he loved holding Hwoarang close to him but then again, that would just be another thing Hwoarang would use to tease him.

“It’s tiring to have to sit behind you, I want to feel the wind and throttle a bike to go faster too you know?” Steve retorts back with a smile.

“You idiot.”

Hwoarang walked into the living room upon hearing Steve’s woes of despair about not eating dinner tonight, and spending his last cent on notebooks.

“You know they have .pdf files for that stuff now. You just wasted all your boxing money! So now you’re gonna go into some dinky back alley, fight for a couple bucks and I’m gonna have to stitch you all up again..not that I mind it…your skin is so nice and smooth to the touch…and..”

He was teasing Steve again. God, how much he loved that…

“Besides, are we forgetting that I’m a culinary genius? I’ll make dinner tonight. You just sit back, relax, and watch the tv. I’ll take care of you tonight, Princess Steve.”

“Yes, Yes I am.” Steve confirms to Hwoarang, agreeing a 100% that as of now, Steve Fox was an idiot.

“But, I’m not talking about books though. I’m talking about actual notebooks. My slow ass needs to constantly make notes and read them, if I don’t want to fail you know?” The blond sighs miserably. Why can’t he just easily memorize everything without having to do notes? It sucks to be a normal person when it comes to studying.

“Hey hey, that’s your style, not mine.” Steve points out with his index finger to Hwoarang. “I only did those back alley fights once or twice and that was because I was really desperate, thank you very much.” He blushes at Hwoarang’s words though, seriously the other always said the most embarrassing things.

“That’s so fucking gay. My skin is not that smooth.” He retorts back, feeling the skin on his arm without the scar.

“I should WHAT?”

“And how the hell do you expect me to do that, do you see anywhere where I can put this big thing in?” As he points at his crotch. Putting emphasis on the word big, as if to inflate his own ego.

“You heard me,” Steve replied. 

Hwoarang with his ego, seriously it can sometimes lead Steve to think that he can maybe seduce anything. Well, sadly Hwoarang wasn’t up for seducing just about anything. Shocker.

He rolls his eyes, half in amusement and half irritation. “I said seduce, not fuck mate.” He said before smirking mischievously. “Not unless you were actually thinking of wanting to fuck a boat, then I’d be more than, happy to help you find a way.” He laughs.

“You damn right you are. You sexy man, you-”

“I-..I mean!”

“I mean I don’t see no dress, Tinkerbell! If you’re going to tell me you’re a hot fairy, I expect to see the man himself, Steve Fox, the greatest boxer in the world, in a mini dress and heels with wings…I’d bet you’d look real sexy in heels..”

“Don’t need no dress to be a hot fairy though,” Steve replies back haughtily. “Besides, not all fairies are technically a girl you know? I mean, I’m pretty sure there are dude fairies.” He continues off with a nod, very much sure as though he had researched about it before hand.

 He huffs a laugh as he arches his brow up at the other. “Seriously? Heels?” Steve contemplates the thought for a minute. A small blush makes  it to his cheeks at the image of him wearing heels. “No way, no. I can’t even imagine how the hell I’d walk with heels.” He shivers at it.

“I always have notes ready, Steven. Unlike you, I am actually a good student. Now get those notebooks cracking, I don’t wanna hear you whining about a shitty report card.”

Steve gives a clap to Hwoarang’s speech. “Wow, is this the Asian agenda? Trying not to stray away from straight A’s even with your bad boy streak?” He teases with a grin.

“Well excuse me, princess, I needed a place to put my clothes after my shower!” Hwoarang said, walking back into the living room, dressed in just a towel around his waist. He was dripping wet as if the shower had just finished, unabashed about his nudity as the towel was rather small, barely covering anything, when he went to grab the clothes he had so neatly placed on the table.

“You seem to forget, this is my place, too. So you better get used to it, blondie.”

“And you couldn’t find any other place to put your fucking clothes!?” Steve spat out in anger as he hastily tried to find his books. There were about 5 of them placed on the desk and thanks to Hwoarang moving them, the pages that he had saved that weren’t bookmarked were now gone.

And may Steve add that he cannot find the other 2 that was with them that he just so happened to have just borrowed from the library!?

“Hwoarang! Where did you put them!?” Steve inquired near shouting in frustration. Those books were due today and the library closes in 15 minutes and Steve can’t find them. ”I swear, I’m gonna kill you Hwoa.” The blond says as he tries to find the books near the pile of dirty clothes under the desk.

“Whaddya mean ‘this better be good’, tell me, Steve, isn’t it always a good time with me?” His voice lowering to dangerous, flirtatious levels, it was always fun to get such a rise out of the blonde. He always liked to see him flustered. 

And besides, that’s what friends are for, there to fuck around with each other! 

“There’s a bike shop across town, it’s a bit far away, we’d have to take public transportation. Or are you too famous for that?” he teased. “Or, ya know, we can always walk. If you get tired, I could carry you!” 

Not that he was particularly looking forward to carrying the muscled boxer, but, if he had to, he wouldn’t say no. Though his idea of a carry meant carrying Steve bridal style through town. 

He giggled just thinking about it, his face contorted to a goofy grin.

“Alright, blondie, let’s get going! If we start walking now, we’ll make it in time. I can’t wait to show you everything the store has! You’ll love it!” 

“Well, you got me there.” Steve smiled as he finished off the last bites of the sandwich Hwoarang gave him. Now, that he had a little bit of food in his system, he could probably function properly now.

“But, it wouldn’t be good if you all of a sudden realized that shop isn;t good enough and you’re gonna be complaining in my ear all day long like a whiny bitch.” He smirked at the other, looking very smug.

Steve flipped him the middle finger. “Like hell I want to be carried!” He retorted back, a small tinge of red peppering his cheeks at the idea. Could the redhead be anymore embarrassing?

He froze.

Did he just hear him right?

Despite him being half awake and five steps into dreamland…did Steve just admit to loving him?

Hwoarang could do nothing but try to decipher everything Steve had said; from his breakfast to that dreaded and scary “L” word. 

Hwoarang muttered curses in Korean, staring at Steve. 

His precious Steve.

His adorably innocent, loving, caring friend. 

The man who deserved nothing but the best, and whom Hwoarang was both thrilled and terrified of. 

That word froze him in his tracks. He had lost his chance to escape when Steve had embraced him just too tight. He couldn’t leave now. He just couldn’t. 

“Steve..” he muttered, a small tear forming in his eye. 

And what was this? Hwoarang doesn’t cry. Not anymore. He thought he had left those tears behind as he tried to get over Jin. He swore he’d never love again. He promised. He threw all those thoughts away, because he never wanted to be that weak again. 

“My god…Steve..” he cried, burying his face into the crook of his neck. The more Hwoarang cried, the tighter Steve held him. Though he knew it was an unconscious act, he had to know that Steve knew something. That even in his sleep state, could he sense how distressed he was?

He couldn’t help it. 

Hwoarang was crying.

Tears forming and spilling out of his eyes and they couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. He didn’t want to wake Steve up, the boxer just looked too peaceful. He reached over the bedstand to grab at some tissues, but froze when he noticed Steve stirring again. 

“Fuck..please don’t wake up, Steve. I don’t want you to see me like this. You’re so precious and you deserve someone better than me and-” 

No, he wouldn’t let Steve see him like this. He’d never be weak again. He managed to break away from Steve’s hold, rising from the bed, the sun shining on his naked body, as he moved around the room looking for his clothes. 

As he finished dressing, zipping up his pants, he put his boots back on and walked up to the door, placing his hand on the doorknob.

“Forgive me, Steve. I’m so sorry…” 

He made the fatal mistake of turning back, looking over his shoulder.

Already beginning to regret his decision. 

Steve groaned in dismay, Hwoarang was stirring way too much that it was getting harder and harder for Steve to get back to sleep. Yet, as much as Steve did want to sleep more, he couldn’t help but, feel that the other was in distress.

Did he hear that right? Was there crying?

‘But, Hwoarang doesn’t cry.’ His mind sufficed that maybe, Steve was having a very very horrible dream.

A frown came upon the blond’s lips, it seemed that Hwoarang was hugging him closer, nuzzling against the crook of his neck. Steve would have loved the feel of that any time of the day, if it didn’t have that wet feeling to it. He heard sniffles and chocked sobs that made Steve stir more into a wakeful state.

But, it seemed as though the moment he was woke enough to actually comprehend everything that was happening, Hwoarang was nowhere near him in the bed. The blond reached out to the crumpled bed sheets in front of him, trying to find the traces of the redhead that slept on them.

He sat up, narrowed his eyes to find Hwoarang already putting his shirt on and moving to go to the bedroom door leave. At first, Steve thought nothing of it, wasn’t in the right mind to properly realize that Hwoarang was wearing way too many clothes for just a quick trip to the bathroom.

Yet, when the redhead turned back to look to Steve, that’s when he finally woke up.

“Hwo-Hwoa! Wait!” He suddenly shouted, bolting up from bed as he tried to catch up to the other.

His mind was jumbled with numerous questions like.

‘What’s happening?’ Was the first thing that entered into his mind then, ‘What’s wrong?’ 

And another dreadful question of ‘Was there an accident of the sort?’ 

But lastly, the one that really made Steve’s heartache as he saw Hwoarang was ‘Why are you crying?’

As quickly as he could, Steve caught up to the other. He was lucky enough that once they were at the living room, he was able to grab a hold of the redhead’s wrist.

“Hwoa! What’s wrong?” Steve quickly inquired, fully alert and worried for the redhead. “Hwoa,” He called out, trying to calm the other. “I have no idea why you’re crying, so fill me in here.” Steve said gently, coaxing his friend to open up.

Hwoarang stretched out, pulling Steve close as their kiss deepened. Pulling a little too hard, the two fell to the pillows. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. Steve was situated on his lap, Hwoarang wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him tightly as they kissed again, pleased hums leaving him in a sigh, as he tasted the blonde’s sweet lips over and over again.

Yeah, teasing the boxer sure had its perks. He could do this all day. 

When they parted, Hwoarang’s eyebrows wiggled suggestively. Sometimes, words weren’t needed. They understood each other by the little looks and touches and smiles. They were so immersed in each other, they didn’t notice the magazine that was sliding slowly, slowly to the floor, and when it did fall to the floor, it did so with a loud slap, causing both men to jump. 

“Ah, man, I lost my spot!” he groaned. There was a look of apology on the blonde’s face, and it was enough to wipe that scowl right off the red head’s face. 

“Well..I can always go back to it…right now…I’ve got you.” 

Steve couldn’t help but, chuckle into their kiss. His hand brushed against Hwoarang’s red locks, lightly massaging the scalp as the other hand rested on his stomach. When Hwoarang had situated the blond onto his lap, a playful smirk was etched upon the boxer’s lips.

Gently, Steve rubbed down against Hwoarang’s crotch, a little revenge  game for having to ignore Steve. He’d probably tease Hwoarang.

When their kiss ended and the shock of the book falling came, Steve couldn’t help but, laugh at the other’s complaint. “Serves you right for ignoring me.” He  bit back to the other haughtily, index finger lightly jabbing at Hwoarang’s chest.

He looks at the other mischievously. “You can go back to it later,” He replies back in a low tone of a murmur as the blond leans in close to Hwoarang and kisses at his jawline. 

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

Who asks the other on dates: Def Hwoa, he’d ask Steve to go on bike rides with him so they can go to different places. They’d ride away for miles and miles and go out at different places and restaurants that aren’t even well-known at all but, are absolutely delicious! They’d get loads of souvenirs from the places they visit~Who is the bigger cuddler: STEVE. Especially in lazy mornings, he’s a cuddle monster~Who initiates holding hands more often: I’d say Steve, he’s a sap like that.Who remembers anniversaries: They both do tbh, but they’re both pretty forgetful about anniversaries as well lolWho is more possessive: STEVE, but only if he sees people unashamedly flirting with Hwoarang Who gets more jealous: They both get jealous for very reasonable reasons tbh, such a wholesome relationship where none are the jealous type lolWho is more protective: Def Hwoarang, especially because of his past experiences~Who is more likely to cheat: NONE, WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD WANT TO CHEAT HOMAYGASH.Who initiates sexy times the most: Hwoarang can be insatiable at times huehuehuehueWho dislikes PDA the most: Steve if it’s in front of cameras tbh, but out in public? He’s alright with itWho kills the spider: Both, but maybe Steve most of the time. Hwoarang is either scared or too lazy to kill it lolWho asks the the other to marry them: Steve is totes the type of guy to ask for Hwoarang’s hand in marriage cuz he’s a mushy lil sapWho buys the other flowers or gifts: Hwoarang ~especially when Steve gets angry at him eheheheWho would bring up possibly having kids: Steve, he’d ask Hwoa one day if he ever thought about adoptingWho is more nervous to meet the parents: I’d say Hwoarang, even if he has that swagger and confidence with him, he’s def the type to be nervous on making first impressions, especially one as important as meeting parentsWho sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: HWOARANG. We just talked about this earlier dude lololololWho tries to make up first after arguments: Since most of the time Hwoarang starts the fights, Hwoa is the first one to apologize lolWho tells the other they love them more often: Steve because he’s a sap~

♛ fill in the blanks | fluff otp edition

Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?: They exchange clothes a lot since they’re the same size~ altho, Steve prob loves making Hwoa wear his shirts because he loves having to smell  Hwoarang’s scent in his clothesWho enunciates hand holding?: Steve~Who likes having their hair washed by who?: HWOARANG. Idk why, but I can totes see Hwoarang looking very satisfied at having his hair washed by SteveWho likes to slow dance?: Steve, he sometimes has to gently persuade Hwoa for it  but, when the mood is right Hwoarang dances with him without the persuasion lol Muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?: Steve, cuz he’s a sleepy boi <3Muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?: STEVE, THE CUDDLE MONSTER STEVEWho hogs most of the covers at night?: Steve, cuz he likes being warm but, since he likes cuddling for heat it’s like he’s not stealing the blankets anywaysMuse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: Steve would totes do this as he hugs Hwoarang from the back, trying to get cuddles or a kissHow do they share a desert? Two forks or one?: Def two forks, but they’d feed each other tbh or at least Steve would do so since Hwoa would look so cute eating dessertsWho gets jealous more easily?: None~Who gets angered more easily? Hwoarang def has anger issues manHow do they go to sleep at night?: In Hwoarang’s way sex, in Steve’s way by cuddling. But most of the time both ways lolWho gets the most shoulder rubs?: Steve would, Hwoarang is really good at massagingWhat are there arguments/fights like? How often do they fight?: They’d fight about Hwoarang’s insecurity and paranoia with Jin, how Hwoarang should open up to Steve more and stop thinking about the past would repeat itself because it won’t, Steve won’t let their relationship end like that.