#noakyu

pairing: junkyu/yedam; past: noa/junkyu

type: fluff

warning: bad jokes, possible swearing (i can’t remember)

length: 1679 words

Junkyu moaned lightly in his sleep and wiggled around, dislodging Yedam’s head from his lap.  He sat up and let Junkyu get comfortable again before laying back down into his lap.  Without waking up, he laid his hand on Yedam’s head and brushed his hair with his fingers.

Yedam tried not to blush.  There was no one around to see it, but it would still be embarrassing.  He couldn’t own up to his crush in front of others when he could barely own up to it with himself.

“Dammie?” Junkyu whispered, starting to wake up.  “Dammie, are you still here?”

His fingers tightened in Yedam’s hair and he whimpered from the slight pain.  Junkyu released him and tilted his head down.  “Sorry, Yedam-ah.  I forgot you were there.”

That was a very obvious lie, but Yedam didn’t call him out.  He was still kinda sleepy, and he was very cute when he was sleepy, so Yedam didn’t want to disrupt that.

“I was taking a nap too, hyung.  Sorry if I woke you up.”  Yedam bit his lip and looked up at Junkyu, making his eyes as big as he could.  He may be embarrassed by his crush, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try and get Junkyu to notice him.

Junkyu chuckled and lifted him from his lap.  “You still look tired, Yedam.  Maybe you should go back to sleep.”

And with that, he stood up and walked away.  Yedam groaned and flopped onto the couch, frustrated that Junkyu kept missing his advances.  No matter what he did, he was ignored.

Maybe Junkyu had a better offer somewhere else.  Or maybe he liked another member.  If so, who would it be?  Hyunsuk?  Haruto?  Mashiho?

Junkyu stuck his head back into the living room after sorting some things in his room.  He had heard Yedam groan and he sounded upset about something, so he wanted to check up on him.

He and Yedam were very close, probably the closest of all of them.  They had been through so much together, from training to the Silver Boys project and all the way through the YG Treasure Box fiasco.

But now, Yedam was acting weird.  He was avoiding serious topics and acting extra clingy.  He would stay all over Junkyu and then disappear as soon as something happened.  And now, he was flopped over onto the couch, grumbling to himself.  Junkyu heard his own name.  So he quickly dismissed himself, walking away.

Hyunsuk was leaning on a counter in the kitchen, staring at his phone.  Junkyu wandered over to him and laid his head on his shoulder.  It took a little maneuvering, but it was comfortable when Hyunsuk put his arm around him, not even having to look up to know that Junkyu needed some comfort.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he cooed, holding Junkyu tightly to him.

“Yedam’s been acting weird lately.  I think I might have done something.”

Hyunsuk laughed and then coughed to try and cover it up.  Junkyu pulled away to glare at him.

He smiled softly and wrinkled his nose to tease him.  “Trust me, Yedam isn’t upset with anything you did.  Just, maybe try and get him to talk about it.”

Junkyu grumbled, but he was probably right.  He probably should just talk to Yedam about it and they’d get over whatever tension there was.

Hyunsuk let Junkyu fall back into his arms, nuzzling into his chest.  He whispered something about how he wasn’t a stuffed animal, but Junkyu didn’t care.  Hyunsuk was willing to hold him and make him feel better, so that was all he cared about.  End of story.

Yedam finally gets up and goes to get a glass of water, only to find Hyunsuk and Junkyu cuddling in the kitchen.  He turns away and walks to Junkyu’s room, seething.

Hyunsuk knows about his crush.  He’s the only person who knows, and Yedam is pissed that Hyunsuk is so cavelier with his feelings like that, holding Junkyu so closely when he knows what Yedam would think, what he is thinking.

Haruto is lounging in his own bed, and he doesn’t even look up when Yedam falls into Junkyu’s bed.  He sits there for a while, his head buried in Junkyu’s pillow, trying not to cry.  It’s only 2 pm and Yedam’s already had a long day.

He wanted nothing more than to lay here with Junkyu, wrapped in each other’s arms and whispering sweet words.  Yedam would be allowed to kiss him whenever he wanted and Junkyu would tell him how he loves him.

Yedam wallowed in his own self-pity for a moment, trying not to think about Junkyu and Hyunsuk cuddling in the kitchen.  But then, Haruto sat next to him and patted him on the back.

“You know, Junkyu would probably find this creepy.  You wanna move over to my bed to act all love-struck?”

Yedam jumped up, confused.  “What are you talking about?!”

Haruto laughed.  His voice was deep and clear and very comforting, so Yedam couldn’t find it in himself to be mad.

“Please, Damie-hyung.  Everyone can tell how much you like him.  I think the only one who doesn’t know is Junkyu.”

Yedam let Haruto lead him over to his bed instead and then flopped back down, groaning loudly.  “This is so stupid!” he exclaimed, burying his head under one of Haruto’s pillows.  “Why doesn’t he ever look at me?”

Haruto hummed and removed the pillow from Yedam’s head.  He started running his fingers through his hair to calm him down, but it just reminded him of Junkyu doing this earlier today.

“I don’t know, Dammie-hyung.  You’re smart, funny, sexy, everything anyone could ever ask for.  Maybe he’s just not gay.”

There was a moment of silence before both of them burst out laughing.  Yedam made a note in his head to come to Haruto next time he got upset about Junkyu.

But for now, maybe they could watch a movie or play a video game.  Haruto looked excited when Yedam mentioned this.

Junkyu leaned against the door to his room and tried not to think about who they could be talking about.  From his point of view, it sounded like Haruto had a thing for Yedam, but he knew that couldn’t be true.  If anyone, Haruto was going to like Jeongwoo, but everyone knew that was never going to happen.  They were just friends and would always be just friends.

Once they started playing Around Us, Junkyu moved away, going to find his phone he had left somewhere.  He wanted to call Noa and ask him how he was doing.  It had been a couple months since they had last talked and a lot of things had happened between the two of them.

Since they broke up, Junkyu had been avoiding talking to him about serious stuff, but then the boy had debuted first and his frustration had won over, with him spilling everything he had kept bottled up since they had gone their separate ways.

The phone was ringing when it was knocked out of his hand.  He stumbled to catch it, but was hit off his feet and onto the couch.

He flipped over and found that Yedam was in his lap, looking over his shoulder equally confused.

Junkyu could see the moment that Yedam realized the position that they were in.  He was straddling Junkyu’s thighs, their chests almost pressed together, and their breathing mixing between them.

Yedam blushed heavily and sat up, but he didn’t move.  Junkyu followed him up.  They could hear Noa’s voice through the phone, but neither of them moved to pick it up.  Eventually, he hung up, shouting something about not being appreciated.

Yedam carefully put his arms around Junkyu’s neck and relaxed against him.  “Were you talking to Noa-hyung?  Sorry I interrupted, Haruto kicked me out of your room.”

Junkyu shook his head.  “It wasn’t anything important,” he sighed, his focus caught on Yedam’s lips.

He’d never really thought about it before, but Yedam was very attractive.  He was funny and sexy and Junkyu had always just thought they were very close friends.  But now that they were physically very close, he wanted to hold him down and kiss him until his lips bled.

But he wasn’t allowed.  Yedam liked someone else.  And it definitely wasn’t the boy between his legs right now.

Yedam nodded.  “Thanks for catching me.  It’s almost like I fell for you.”

It was a bad joke, but Junkyu laughed anyway.

And then he did something completely stupid.  He kissed him.

Yedam kissed back eagerly, so enthusiastic that Junkyu fell backwards and Yedam landed on top of him.  Their lips didn’t part for more than a second, back to tasting each other and trying to get their hands on the other’s waists or in their hair.  Yedam groaned into his and slipped his hands under Junkyu’s shirt.  In return, Junkyu ran his teeth across his bottom lip and elicited a softer moan.

“Excuse me!”  Hyunsuk interrupted them and Yedam threw himself backwards, scrambling to get out of his lap.  Junkyu stood up in kind and stepped away from the couch.

Yedam glared at the collected gathering.  9 of the members, excluding Junghwan, who was sick and probably still in bed, were standing around the couch, smiling creepily.  “Were you all just watching us?”

Hyunsuk stepped forward.  “No.  We just found you a second ago.”

“All nine of you?” Junkyu grumbled.

They all seemed to realize that they were being creepy and dispersed, leaving only Hyunsuk to stare them down.

“This isn’t going to get in the way of promotions, rights?”  They both shook their head and he smiled again.  “Good!  Then have at it!”

Five minutes later found them kissing again, this time in Yedam’s room so that they could have some privacy.  It was going well until someone started playing their debut song very loudly from the other side of the door.  (Probably Doyoung, he was a twerp.)

They giggled and shared kisses between their lines.

Seunghun: Turn on your fucking location!!

Byounggon: How about your enemy's name on one wrist and your soulmate's name on the other. No clue which is which

Byounggon: Hope it's not the same name on both wrists!

Junkyu's left wrist: Noa

Junkyu's right wrist: Noa

Junkyu: Hey, don't be mean to the pen, how would you feel if I banged you on the table?

Noa: I-