#fmdkiyoung

In the cover of early morning darkness Seungmin pressed himself against the cold window of Decipher’s van and, in vain, tried to clear his mind of all anxieties and troubles. 

But with Kiyoung sitting beside him, and their thighs squished together, his mind became a cacophony of chaotic thoughts: doubt, desire, and the will to smother him in his sleep. With a pillow. Preferably one with BEE printed on it, so he’d accept his fate and go without a fight.

His shoulders droop down just as his will to stay awake does, and he attempts to curl into a ball in the back corner. "Let me sleep. Goodnight forever” he mumbles, closing his eyes. For a moment he keeps still, slowly being lulled to sleep, and then his head slams into the window. “Pothole!” calls his manager, “Ow. Dammit, man!”, he cries, and just like that he’s back to where he was: uncomfortable, oddly aroused, but now in physical pain. Seungmin, sinking into his seat, tried once more to get comfortable and reached for the coffee he left in the cup holder. It’s now black and cold, just like his heart.

His elbow bumps into Kiyoung and when he looks up to him he frowns, feeling crowded in ways both pleasant and unpleasant. “Stop breathing in my general direction you anti-tooth brushing barbarian” he complains for the sake of complaining, not smelling anything but the coffee he was cradling in his hands. Unfortunately, being world famous doesn’t mean they can escape waking up early for their schedules. And since he’s barely awake he doesn’t deserve to sit next Kiyoung and his outstanding, beautiful, gym-toned body. It only means he’ll eventually go insane.