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B.A.P drabbles (1)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300~1500 words
A/N: prompted from my ask.fm
prompt: junhong is 184 cm tall, jongup is not.
pair: Jongup/Zelo
Jongup is surprised when he notices Junhong moving his dinner around his plate instead of eating it. Something is up. Junhong is someone who doesn't care too much about his appearance, he's the one who'd rather scrunch up his face than pull a "smoldering stare" that Himchan keeps telling him he should try, the one who is most daring with what he allows the stylist noonas to do to his hair. It's one of his traits that Jongup admires most. Therefore, even if Junhong looks up to his hyungs, Jongup doubts that Junhong is imitating Himchan's strict diet for the sake of image.
"Hey, are you sick?" Jongup asks, sliding his seat closer to Junhong.
Junhong breaks from his daze and straightens his back, his eyes alert when he looks at Jongup. He shakes his head a little and drops his fork. "No, of course not," he says, flashing a bright smile to emphasize his well-being.
His answer is a little too forced, his smile a little too stiff. Jongup may be more oblivious than most but he has to be a rock to believe Junhong. "You barely touched your food," he says, his gaze gentle but unwavering.
Junhong picked up his fork again and started prodding at a piece of broccoli. "I'm not that hungry." Jongup doesn't say anything. He has a stare that guilt-trips the hyungs into admitting things they didn't even do, and it's just as effective on Junhong. "Fine, I don't want to get any taller, okay?" He looks defiant, and Jongup's eyebrows disappear under his bangs as he fails to hide his surprise.
Junhong is 184 centimeters tall. Jongup is not.
Sometimes when Junhong unconsciously reaches up to touch low-hanging ceilings and door-frames, or when his knees shove into Jongup's car seat territory, Jongup is reminded of that fact. While Jongup is mostly comfortable with his position in B.A.P as shortest member, it would be lying to say that he's not at least sometimes jealous of Junhong's status as a mini-giraffe. So he is entirely too genuine when he asks, "Why?"
"Whenever B.A.P lines up, I always stick out like a sore thumb!" Junhong says, as if it's obvious. But it isn't obvious to Jongup, who worries more that he's too short in their posters. He supposes it must just be unbased self-consciousness.
Junhong looks so worried that Jongup can't help but smile at the simplicity and innocence of his problem. "Hey," he says as he nudges Junhong's foot with his own. "Remember when you hid Daehyun's glasses for what he did with mine?"
This draws a reluctant grin out of Junhong when they recall the shock on Daehyun's face at facing retribution. Because Jongup is the only one shorter than Daehyun, Daehyun had decided it would be fun to put Jongup's glasses in an unreachable cabinet. He didn't consider that Jongup has the highest jump of them all, nor that Jongup has three other protective hyungs (and one protective dongsaeng as well). "That wasn't his brightest move," Junhong says, letting a small laugh escape.
"And when we're at airports," Jongup continues. "I'd get lost without you to look at signs." It's hard for Jongup to look over the crowd, so he does depend on Junhong more than Junhong may realize.
Jongup is sure he can find many other uses for Junhong's height, but instead of listing more, he pulls Junhong up to his feet. He places Junhong's hands on his waist, and his own hands on Junhong's shoulders. "And when we're like this, you make me feel safe," he says, looking up into Junhong's face.
He tiptoes just a tiny bit to brush Junhong's nose with a soft kiss. "You're the best height for me."
Junhong doesn't say anything, but when Jongup checks up on him again in a few minutes, Junhong's plate is clean.
prompt: tigger's just a plush, but sometimes himchan can't quite hide his jealousy.
pair: Yongguk/Himchan
Yongguk is absorbed in fitting lyrics to a tricky section of the song he's working on, headphones blocking out all noise so he doesn't notice Himchan until there's an iPad 2 inches from his nose. "What is this?" Himchan huffs, shoving the iPad further into Yongguk's face.
"What's what?" Yongguk's eyes cross as he tries to focus on the screen. "Channie, stop waving it around."
Himchan relinquishes his hold on the iPad as Yongguk takes it. He takes a seat in the empty chair by Yongguk and knots his limbs together expectantly.
"This...is Tigger." Yongguk says, his eyebrow raised only slightly. The picture he took with Tigger a couple of hours ago is pulled up on the screen. Just chillin' wit ma #tigger, the caption says.
Himchan narrows his eyes at Yongguk. "Exactly." He doesn't elaborate, because Yongguk should understand.
Yongguk's cheek dimples with a suppressed smile. "Are you jealous?"
"No!" Himchan says, though his pout says otherwise. "As if it weren't enough that Jonguppie betrayed me for Junhong, you go and abandon me for Tigger!" His protests are met with an unabashedly large grin. Himchan hates that grin. It's all too smug and all too knowing. Rather than admit he was jealous, Himchan kicks Yongguk's shin weakly. "Stop smiling," Himchan commands sullenly, which has the opposite effect. It leaves Yongguk sounding like a strangled goose, trying and failing to hold back his laughter. "Bbang!"
Wiping his eyes, Yongguk stops laughing, but he doesn't stop smiling. "I'll make it up to you," he says, leaning in to whisper. "I'll tell you a secret."
Himchan forgets to keep his arms crossed. "What?"
"After you help me finish this song," Yongguk says, handing another pair of headphones to Himchan.
"It's past midnight!" Himchan whines. He needs his beauty sleep, and Yongguk could take hours to perfect one line.
"Want me to ask Tigger to help me then?" Yongguk starts to retract the proffered headphones, but Himchan snatches them out of his hands.
Himchan really hates that grin.
Despite Himchan's initial reluctance, watching Yongguk work has its benefits. For one, when Yongguk loses track of his surroundings again, Himchan can stare all he want at Yongguk's face at close proximity, which even he isn't shameless enough to on a normal basis. Yongguk's leg draped casually over his knee isn't so bad either.
Once in a while, Yongguk will ask Himchan if a phrase sounds awkward or for a word he can't seem to find, but mostly it's just the fact that Himchan is present that helps Yongguk finish. Even if Himchan is nodding off half of the time.
"How's that sound?" Yongguk asks when he puts the song on for one last play-through.
"Perfect," Himchan yawns. Everything Yongguk sounds amazing anyways, even to his half-asleep ears.
Yongguk nudges Himchan's knee with his own. "You barely even listened," he says, but he smiles anyways. "But thanks for staying up til 4 with me."
"Yeah, you should be thankful," Himchan says, sitting up and stretching his back out. "Now, about that secret..."
Unexpectedly, the tips of Yongguk's ears turn pink. "Technically you weren't very helpful."
"I just spent 4 hours with you!" Himchan says indignantly.
"It's embarrassing..." Yongguk says, looking anywhere but at Himchan.
"You promised." Yongguk doesn't break promises.
Yongguk sighs, and takes a few seconds to collect his words. "Fine, when Junhong tweeted that picture, I was going to go find you."
Himchan's eyebrows shot up. This was new information.
"But you were too busy bothering Jongup about how he should take a selca with you too," Yongguk continues. "So I asked Manager-hyung what to do."
"You went to Manager-hyung for relationship advice?" Yongguk hears the teasing in Himchan's voice.
Heat is creeping up the back of Yongguk's neck now. "Shut up, his advice worked, didn't it?"
Himchan leans on Yongguk's shoulder. His head fits perfectly next to Yongguk's neck, and he looks up. "He conned me into spending more time with you tonight than I have this past week."
"He knows us well," Yongguk agrees.
"I'll have to thank him," Himchan says, "for having faith that I'd get jealous over a toy."
"I'm glad I wasn't the only one jealous," Yongguk grins, and it's brighter than a million suns because this time, it's only for Himchan.
Okay, so maybe Himchan doesn't hate that grin as much as he says he does. He might even like it.
prompt: jongup was a bunny. Once.
pair: Jongup/Zelo (ish)
*Click*
Jongup whips around, heart dropping into his stomach. He's not surprised to see Daehyun there, brandishing their communal cell phone. An evil smile spreads slowly across Daehyun's face, and Jongup knows what that means.
It's a good thing Jongup's reflexes are fast. He pulls the bunny-eared headband off his head just in time before the second click. He turns back towards Himchan, who doesn't look fazed at all.
"Did you get it?" Himchan asks, and Jongup's heart falls a bit further. He's been betrayed.
"You owe me a week's worth of dinner," Daehyun grins, holding up the screen for Himchan to inspect. It was an excellent picture, a clear side profile of Jongup in the bunny-ears. He's smiling happily, and his slightly protruding two front teeth make him look even more like a bunny. A very adorable bunny. And that's precisely what was wrong with this situation.
Jongup makes a grab for the phone, but Daehyun is too fast, scampering away and laughing all the while. "Dae...Hyun...Hyung!" Jongup sprints after Daehyun, and tackles him to the floor.
Before Jongup can wrestle the phone out of Daehyun's hands, Himchan's there, intercepting it smoothly. "Sorry Jonguppie," Himchan says. "This picture's for me."
Jongup honestly doesn't care if Himchan wants to tweet the picture to the entire world; there's only one person he doesn't want to disappoint. He just doesn't want his best friend to think he's succumbed to Himchan-hyung's weirdness. So there's no hesitation in his swift movement to lock Himchan's arm under his in order to get to the phone, but Daehyun's ready, with his week's worth of free dinners at stake.
Before Jongup gets to play monkey in the middle, help arrives in the form of Junhong's long limbs. "What's this?" Junhong holds the phone high out of their grasps. Jongup didn't realize his heart could sink even lower until it does.
Jongup thinks that Junhong could have stared at the picture for just a bit shorter, but besides that Junhong is unfazed. "Hyung, you're so cute." He blinks owlishly at them, taking in the scene he walked in on. "Are they blackmailing you? Do you want me to delete the picture?"
"It's just for me, I promise!" Himchan pleads. Daehyun looks to Jongup with eyes wide open in desperation. Jongup shrugs. If Junhong thinks it's cute, maybe it isn't so bad.
On Jongup's cue, Junhong hands the phone back to a relieved Himchan. "Hyung, you shouldn't take weird pictures of people if they don't want to," Junhong tells Himchan simply.
Junhong's eyes meet Jongup's and Jongup sees the slightest hint of amusement in the way his lips tighten. Jongup's heart lifts. He can't remember why he thought Junhong would care, but he still resolves to never let Himchan talk him into doing anything stupid again.
prompt: despite his antics, Himchan really doesn't believe in love
pair: Yongguk/Himchan
Kim Himchan does not believe in love.
Love is too fragile, too fleeting, too fake. It's so easy to please the fans with his winks, blowfish cheeks, and hearts of all shapes and sizes. He's got them wrapped around his little finger. It comes to him as naturally as breathing, which is a good thing he supposes, because he truly does care about the fans. But sometimes it makes him feel sick, the way the girls scream that they love him. It's not love, it's obsession.
Neither is his fanservice with the kids. It's just that, fanservice. Of course he loves them, who doesn't love their own children? Not that they're his children, but at this point, what's the difference?
What Himchan does believe in is his genuine, tangible memories. Their disastrous but unforgettable first meeting. Serious heart-to-hearts across the too-wide gap between their beds when it had just been the two of them. All the laughter. Their shared tears of frustration when nothing seemed like it would work, and tears of triumph when it did. The fact that they turned to hug each other first when B.A.P won their first award.
What he believes in are the things that weren't meant to be memories, but which are anyways. The insignificant things that ingrained themselves in the crevices of his mind without him realizing it. The slim fingers light on Himchan's shoulders, on his back, on his waist. The way he subconsciously seeks out Himchan's eyes, for the reassurance in their exchanged glances. The special warmth in his voice when he uttered Himchan's name. The gentle yet strong presence at Himchan's side so constant, he no longer belonged to himself.
Kim Himchan does not believe in love. But one night as he lies in bed reaching towards the very person in the bunk above, he decides that maybe, just maybe, he believes in Bang Yongguk.
prompt: Jongup looks but never touches
pair: Jongup/Zelo
"Jonguppie, you're not paying attention!"
Jongup catches himself staring at the platinum curls again. He blinks, refocusing a bit lower, on Junhong's face, and he's back on the playground. He smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, what did you say?"
With an exaggerated sigh, Junhong repeats what he just said. "I'll be Ash, you're Pikachu, and we're going to fight Gary and Squirtle!" He waves his chubby hand at Youngjae and Daehyun. Daehyun gurgles and pretends to blow a water bubble at Jongup. "You're supposed to say that's unfair."
"Why's it unfair?" Jongup likes being Pikachu.
"Because Youngjae-hyung and Daehyun-hyung always win!"
Jongup shrugs. He doesn't think losing's all that bad. He always beats Gary when he plays on his Gameboy anyways. "That's because they're third graders."
"Yeah, we're older, so we have to win," Youngjae says, exchanging smirks with Daehyun. He ruffles Junhong's blond hair, earning him a slap on the hand and a glare from the tiny kid. Junhong is the most sensitive about his hair because it isn't jet black and straight like all the other kids'. Jongup thinks it is the prettiest color, but he only looks. He doesn't want Junhong to slap away his hand too.
"It's ok," Jongup says, putting a placating hand on Junhong's shoulder. "I'll win."
Youngjae and Daehyun laugh. "We'll see about that, Squirtle, go!"
"Get him, Pikachu!" Junhong yells, forgetting about everything else. "Thunderbolt!"
"Pikaaaa!" Jongup tackles Daehyun, but the two years between them make a difference. Daehyun just laughs harder and tickles Jongup until they're in a collapsed heap.
"Thunderbolt is super effective," Junhong says, trying to pull the two apart. He ends up in the pile too. Youngjae, feeling left out, jumps in just for the heck of it.
Their playful wrestling is broken apart by two large sixth graders. "Don't hurt the little ones," Himchan says worriedly, pulling Daehyun off of Jongup.
"I'm okay," Jongup says as Himchan brushes him off. "Himchannie-hyung, thunderbolt is super effective against Squirtle, right?"
Himchan stares blankly at him before turning to Yongguk. Yongguk nods, baring his gums in a smile. "Yes, thunderbolt will K.O Squirtle." He shoots Daehyun a pointed look when Daehyun's mouth opens. "Even a high level Squirtle."
"So we won?" Junhong tugs at Yongguk's sleeve. Yongguk nods. "Jonguppie, we won!" He flings himself on Jongup's back. Petting Jongup's head, he says, "good job, Pikachu."
Jongup just smiles at him, and reaches up to Junhong's head to return the favor, but he catches himself halfway. "Is it okay?"
Junhong furrows his eyebrows in an "of course, dummy," kind of way, then grins. "It's ok if it's Jonguppie."
The curls are just as soft as they look.
prompt: if anyone bothered to ask Yongguk, he would say that his first meeting with Himchan was more of a Disaster than Destiny
pair: Yongguk/Himchan
Yongguk set his suitcase in the corner of the hotel room he'll share with Himchan at their first stop in America. Pulling his arms over his head to crack his back, he watched Himchan struggle with his own suitcase. Something about the scene was so nostalgic, and Yongguk subconsciously smiled.
"A little help here, Bbang?"
The look on Himchan's face would have been annoyance, if he hadn't been exerting so much of his energy. Yongguk's smile widened. "Of course, Princess."
Himchan pointedly ignored the nickname as he let Yongguk take the suitcase. "Why am I rooming with you again? Maybe I'll ask Jongup if he'll switch with you. Jongup loves me."
"Okay," Yongguk shrugged. "I like Junhong."
"Bbang, don't betray me!" Yongguk laughed as Himchan started giving him a shoulder rub in his panic. Himchan was too easy to tease.
"But honestly, I kind of miss living with you." It wasn't often that Yongguk expressed his feelings so openly, but it was easier with Himchan.
"Really?" Himchan paused his hands working at Yongguk's back. "I was under the impression that you thought I was annoying."
"You were," Yongguk said, turning around to face Himchan with a grin. "But I still miss it."
To be completely honest, Yongguk's initial reaction when Manager Kang introduced his new roommate was despair.
"Kim Himchan," the man who was pumping Yongguk's hands up and down said.
There were a lot of factors that contributed to Yongguk's inability to form a coherent reply. For one, his intimidating appearance and cold personality made it hard for people to approach him, much less with so much enthusiasm. For another, this man, Kim Himchan, was pretty, with fox eyes, a tall nose, and full lips that revealed a slight overbite that somehow worked with his face. His hair was long and well-styled, and the black made his porcelain skin appear even paler. Yet the hand that was still gripping tightly onto Yongguk's was large and rough, and the voice that came out of him rivaled Yongguk's in depth. It threw Yongguk completely off and he stood stiffly, his mouth opening a few times but nothing coming out.
"What's your name?" Himchan supplied helpfully.
That broke Yongguk out of his daze and he quickly withdrew his hand from Himchan's grip. "Uh...Yongguk. Bang Yongguk."
"I look forward to living with you, Yongguk-sshi," Himchan said and smiling cheesily, winked at him. Winked. It left Yongguk flustered and he could only reply with a grunt as Himchan turned to move his bags into their shared room.
Manager Kang was usually the most reasonable of all people, but TS had promised him a group that would produce good music. Himchan had clearly been scouted for his appearance, plus he made Yongguk's skin crawl in a way he'd never experienced before. That couldn't be a good sign, could it?
"I can't live with him," Yongguk said under his breath, turning to Manager Kang and jerking his thumb back towards the room, where Himchan was busy making himself at home. "How am I supposed to work with him?"
"If you're worried about his competence," Manager Kang said, "he came from the National University of Performing Arts."
"But..." Any excuses he could have made died as Yongguk processed the surprising information.
Manager Kang gave him a sympathizing smile and arm squeeze. "Just give it a try, alright?" He didn't give Yongguk a chance to respond, and left him outside his dorm alone.
Yongguk didn't have much time to think about his new situation, when Himchan's (obnoxious?) voice came from the doorway. "A little help here, Yongguk-sshi?"
Yes, the best word to describe how he felt at first was despair. And yet, here they were.
Somewhere along the way, Himchan's earnestness and dedication to the art had changed something in Yongguk, probably for the better. Yongguk thought that he might have imploded a long time ago if Himchan hadn't forced him to open up.
"Hey Channie." Yongguk crawled onto the bed and rolled next to Himchan, who had sprawled out on his back to catch his breath. "Let's go shopping."
Himchan turned so that he was nose to nose with Yongguk. "With the kids?"
"Nope, just us." Yongguk grinned.
For somebody who just a second ago was doing his best to become one with the bed, Himchan got up remarkably quickly. "It's a date," he replied. "But we have got to get you into something more hip."
"Who uses the word 'hip' nowadays?" Yongguk snorted, but he still laughed as he let himself be led by the hand to the bathroom mirror and didn't complain about all the clothes Himchan tossed at him. It was just another small reminder that he didn't have to do everything himself. He had somebody he could depend on.
prompt: maknae line. Jongup already has an idea of how this will end.
pair: onesided!Yongguk/Zelo, Jongup/Zelo
"I'm going to tell him," Junhong says, his voice shaky but resolute.
Jongup knows how this will end. The times he's let Junhong fall asleep in his arms, his pillow stained with Junhong's tears, has reached a number that even he's lost track of. And every single time, all he can do is hold Junhong close and hope that Junhong understands what he can't say.
When you love someone, even the little things they do can make your day. Jongup has seen in Junhong that the opposite's true too. Being reprimanded by Yongguk, even though he holds all the members to equal expectations, hits Junhong hard. So do the times Yongguk implies that Junhong is too young, even though he's not doing it on purpose. What hits hardest is seeing the two oldest hyungs asleep together at Yongguk's studio, just a little too close.
"I want to hate Himchan-hyung but I can't," Junhong sniffles into Jongup's neck that night. Jongup hums in agreement as his fingers run comforting strokes through Junhong's hair. He understands. Himchan's the one who loves them all so easily, the one who treasures their bonds the most. That's why he's Jongup's favorite hyung, and that's why he knows it's even harder for Junhong. "I can't hate him so I'm going to tell Yongguk-hyung."
"Okay," Jongup says, and holds Junhong a little tighter because he knows how this will end. I'll be here. He's always been there. He's the only one that Junhong will allow himself to break down in front of. I'll always be here.
When Junhong crawls into Jongup's bed the next night, his eyes are dry. "It was freeing, I was tied down for so long and I never noticed what was right in front of me," Junhong says, and Jongup's heart soars.
For the first time, Junhong falls asleep in Jongup's arms and he's not crying.
prompt: Himchan writes Bap fanfic during his long extended leave.
pair: Himchan/Zelo, (Yongguk/Himchan?)
"You want me to what?" Junhong blinks rapidly at Himchan.
"Write my Bbangchan," Himchan says in a louder voice, waving his bad hand at him.
"I heard you the first time," Junhong says, shaking his head. "I mean, what's a Bbangchan?"
Himchan flops onto the couch, rolling onto his side, and gives Junhong an exasperated look. "Me and Yongguk, you know, our couple name."
"But how do you write that?"
Propping himself on up on an elbow to be more level with Junhong's face, Himchan gives Junhong a searching look. "Fanfiction, Junhong, have you ever heard of it?"
"Hyung, you're in fandom?" The look on Junhong's face is more confused than ever. "B.A.P fandom?"
"So you do know about fanfiction?" Himchan sounds hopeful.
"I mean, Youngjae-hyung's shown me some..." Judging from the way his face sours, Junhong looks like he's about to give up on Himchan's bribe of a new skateboard and back out from having to do this weird favor. Even though he'd come out all the way to Himchan's house at his hyung's request.
Sensing Junhong's hesitation, Himchan grabs his hand. "Please do this, for me?" He makes sure to wiggle the fingers on his broken hand so Junhong doesn't forget why he's been asked of this favor in the first place.
Wrinkling his nose, Junhong thinks for a bit. "Will there be gross things?"
"Nothing more than a little making out." As Junhong makes to pull his hand away, Himchan tightens his grip and pulls him back. "Wait fine, no making out, just a kiss, like a fairy tale one?"
Sighing, Junhong relents. "It had better be an expensive skateboard, hyung."
"Yes, you are the best," Himchan says, giving Junhong's hand a squeeze before he drops it. "And remember, not a word to the others."
Junhong takes a seat at Himchan's desk, opening up the word document. "'Yongguk gulped, his heart palpitating and hands sweating at the sight of Himchan, who was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but still looking more resplendent than a princess on her wedding day—' Hyung, I'm pretty sure Yongguk-hyung would never do that."
"Oh hush," Himchan waves his good hand. "I'm the author."
"Okay." Junhong shrugs, and starts to transcribe everything Himchan says from the couch.
It goes more smoothly than expected, except for the occasional face Junhong makes at the screen and the few times Himchan struggles to put "his indescribable beauty" into words. "'Yongguk looked into the dark, mysterious, diamond pools that were Himchan's eyes—' wait no, that's not right...that sounds like I'm crying or something."
"Hyung, it's okay if you just say 'Himchan's eyes,' you know?" Junhong tries not to roll his own eyes.
"Hushhh, Junhong." Himchan rubs at his temples. "I'm thinking."
"I'm just saying, everybody already knows you're gorgeous so you don't have to keep telling them that."
Himchan raises his eyebrows a little at the innocuous comment and props himself up again so he can see Junhong.
"You really think that?"
"Mhmm," Junhong nods. "Everybody does," he adds, to clarify.
Smiling, Himchan lies back down on the couch. "Okay, maybe we can go with 'Himchan's dark, mysterious, but warm eyes.'"
"No hyung, I'm just going to write 'Himchan's eyes,'" Junhong says firmly.
Himchan makes a noise of protest, but then stops. "Ugh, fine, I can always fix it later."
They work like this for what feels like forever so it comes as a surprise when Himchan finally says, "I'm done, thanks Junhong."
"Yeah, no problem hyung." Junhong stands up and stretches, pushing the chair in. "You don't actually have to get me a skateboard," he says as he heads out the door. "I'm going back to the dorm."
A while after Junhong leaves, Himchan finally gathers enough energy to roll off the couch and crawl to his desk.
Hyung, I made a few changes to make it closer to real life, is written at the top of the document. Himchan momentarily has a panic attack until he sees the change. He sits stunned for a moment and blinks to clear his eyes, then slowly breaks into a smile. He could live with this.
Junhong had only switched out all instances of one word, Yongguk, and replaced it with another. Junhong. Shutting his laptop, Himchan grabs a coat. He has a significant bit of road to catch up on if he wants to catch Junhong before he reaches the dorm.
feel free to visit my ask.fm and drop off prompts, even though I take forever filling them...^^
Word Count: 300~1500 words
A/N: prompted from my ask.fm
prompt: junhong is 184 cm tall, jongup is not.
pair: Jongup/Zelo
Jongup is surprised when he notices Junhong moving his dinner around his plate instead of eating it. Something is up. Junhong is someone who doesn't care too much about his appearance, he's the one who'd rather scrunch up his face than pull a "smoldering stare" that Himchan keeps telling him he should try, the one who is most daring with what he allows the stylist noonas to do to his hair. It's one of his traits that Jongup admires most. Therefore, even if Junhong looks up to his hyungs, Jongup doubts that Junhong is imitating Himchan's strict diet for the sake of image.
"Hey, are you sick?" Jongup asks, sliding his seat closer to Junhong.
Junhong breaks from his daze and straightens his back, his eyes alert when he looks at Jongup. He shakes his head a little and drops his fork. "No, of course not," he says, flashing a bright smile to emphasize his well-being.
His answer is a little too forced, his smile a little too stiff. Jongup may be more oblivious than most but he has to be a rock to believe Junhong. "You barely touched your food," he says, his gaze gentle but unwavering.
Junhong picked up his fork again and started prodding at a piece of broccoli. "I'm not that hungry." Jongup doesn't say anything. He has a stare that guilt-trips the hyungs into admitting things they didn't even do, and it's just as effective on Junhong. "Fine, I don't want to get any taller, okay?" He looks defiant, and Jongup's eyebrows disappear under his bangs as he fails to hide his surprise.
Junhong is 184 centimeters tall. Jongup is not.
Sometimes when Junhong unconsciously reaches up to touch low-hanging ceilings and door-frames, or when his knees shove into Jongup's car seat territory, Jongup is reminded of that fact. While Jongup is mostly comfortable with his position in B.A.P as shortest member, it would be lying to say that he's not at least sometimes jealous of Junhong's status as a mini-giraffe. So he is entirely too genuine when he asks, "Why?"
"Whenever B.A.P lines up, I always stick out like a sore thumb!" Junhong says, as if it's obvious. But it isn't obvious to Jongup, who worries more that he's too short in their posters. He supposes it must just be unbased self-consciousness.
Junhong looks so worried that Jongup can't help but smile at the simplicity and innocence of his problem. "Hey," he says as he nudges Junhong's foot with his own. "Remember when you hid Daehyun's glasses for what he did with mine?"
This draws a reluctant grin out of Junhong when they recall the shock on Daehyun's face at facing retribution. Because Jongup is the only one shorter than Daehyun, Daehyun had decided it would be fun to put Jongup's glasses in an unreachable cabinet. He didn't consider that Jongup has the highest jump of them all, nor that Jongup has three other protective hyungs (and one protective dongsaeng as well). "That wasn't his brightest move," Junhong says, letting a small laugh escape.
"And when we're at airports," Jongup continues. "I'd get lost without you to look at signs." It's hard for Jongup to look over the crowd, so he does depend on Junhong more than Junhong may realize.
Jongup is sure he can find many other uses for Junhong's height, but instead of listing more, he pulls Junhong up to his feet. He places Junhong's hands on his waist, and his own hands on Junhong's shoulders. "And when we're like this, you make me feel safe," he says, looking up into Junhong's face.
He tiptoes just a tiny bit to brush Junhong's nose with a soft kiss. "You're the best height for me."
Junhong doesn't say anything, but when Jongup checks up on him again in a few minutes, Junhong's plate is clean.
prompt: tigger's just a plush, but sometimes himchan can't quite hide his jealousy.
pair: Yongguk/Himchan
Yongguk is absorbed in fitting lyrics to a tricky section of the song he's working on, headphones blocking out all noise so he doesn't notice Himchan until there's an iPad 2 inches from his nose. "What is this?" Himchan huffs, shoving the iPad further into Yongguk's face.
"What's what?" Yongguk's eyes cross as he tries to focus on the screen. "Channie, stop waving it around."
Himchan relinquishes his hold on the iPad as Yongguk takes it. He takes a seat in the empty chair by Yongguk and knots his limbs together expectantly.
"This...is Tigger." Yongguk says, his eyebrow raised only slightly. The picture he took with Tigger a couple of hours ago is pulled up on the screen. Just chillin' wit ma #tigger, the caption says.
Himchan narrows his eyes at Yongguk. "Exactly." He doesn't elaborate, because Yongguk should understand.
Yongguk's cheek dimples with a suppressed smile. "Are you jealous?"
"No!" Himchan says, though his pout says otherwise. "As if it weren't enough that Jonguppie betrayed me for Junhong, you go and abandon me for Tigger!" His protests are met with an unabashedly large grin. Himchan hates that grin. It's all too smug and all too knowing. Rather than admit he was jealous, Himchan kicks Yongguk's shin weakly. "Stop smiling," Himchan commands sullenly, which has the opposite effect. It leaves Yongguk sounding like a strangled goose, trying and failing to hold back his laughter. "Bbang!"
Wiping his eyes, Yongguk stops laughing, but he doesn't stop smiling. "I'll make it up to you," he says, leaning in to whisper. "I'll tell you a secret."
Himchan forgets to keep his arms crossed. "What?"
"After you help me finish this song," Yongguk says, handing another pair of headphones to Himchan.
"It's past midnight!" Himchan whines. He needs his beauty sleep, and Yongguk could take hours to perfect one line.
"Want me to ask Tigger to help me then?" Yongguk starts to retract the proffered headphones, but Himchan snatches them out of his hands.
Himchan really hates that grin.
Despite Himchan's initial reluctance, watching Yongguk work has its benefits. For one, when Yongguk loses track of his surroundings again, Himchan can stare all he want at Yongguk's face at close proximity, which even he isn't shameless enough to on a normal basis. Yongguk's leg draped casually over his knee isn't so bad either.
Once in a while, Yongguk will ask Himchan if a phrase sounds awkward or for a word he can't seem to find, but mostly it's just the fact that Himchan is present that helps Yongguk finish. Even if Himchan is nodding off half of the time.
"How's that sound?" Yongguk asks when he puts the song on for one last play-through.
"Perfect," Himchan yawns. Everything Yongguk sounds amazing anyways, even to his half-asleep ears.
Yongguk nudges Himchan's knee with his own. "You barely even listened," he says, but he smiles anyways. "But thanks for staying up til 4 with me."
"Yeah, you should be thankful," Himchan says, sitting up and stretching his back out. "Now, about that secret..."
Unexpectedly, the tips of Yongguk's ears turn pink. "Technically you weren't very helpful."
"I just spent 4 hours with you!" Himchan says indignantly.
"It's embarrassing..." Yongguk says, looking anywhere but at Himchan.
"You promised." Yongguk doesn't break promises.
Yongguk sighs, and takes a few seconds to collect his words. "Fine, when Junhong tweeted that picture, I was going to go find you."
Himchan's eyebrows shot up. This was new information.
"But you were too busy bothering Jongup about how he should take a selca with you too," Yongguk continues. "So I asked Manager-hyung what to do."
"You went to Manager-hyung for relationship advice?" Yongguk hears the teasing in Himchan's voice.
Heat is creeping up the back of Yongguk's neck now. "Shut up, his advice worked, didn't it?"
Himchan leans on Yongguk's shoulder. His head fits perfectly next to Yongguk's neck, and he looks up. "He conned me into spending more time with you tonight than I have this past week."
"He knows us well," Yongguk agrees.
"I'll have to thank him," Himchan says, "for having faith that I'd get jealous over a toy."
"I'm glad I wasn't the only one jealous," Yongguk grins, and it's brighter than a million suns because this time, it's only for Himchan.
Okay, so maybe Himchan doesn't hate that grin as much as he says he does. He might even like it.
prompt: jongup was a bunny. Once.
pair: Jongup/Zelo (ish)
*Click*
Jongup whips around, heart dropping into his stomach. He's not surprised to see Daehyun there, brandishing their communal cell phone. An evil smile spreads slowly across Daehyun's face, and Jongup knows what that means.
It's a good thing Jongup's reflexes are fast. He pulls the bunny-eared headband off his head just in time before the second click. He turns back towards Himchan, who doesn't look fazed at all.
"Did you get it?" Himchan asks, and Jongup's heart falls a bit further. He's been betrayed.
"You owe me a week's worth of dinner," Daehyun grins, holding up the screen for Himchan to inspect. It was an excellent picture, a clear side profile of Jongup in the bunny-ears. He's smiling happily, and his slightly protruding two front teeth make him look even more like a bunny. A very adorable bunny. And that's precisely what was wrong with this situation.
Jongup makes a grab for the phone, but Daehyun is too fast, scampering away and laughing all the while. "Dae...Hyun...Hyung!" Jongup sprints after Daehyun, and tackles him to the floor.
Before Jongup can wrestle the phone out of Daehyun's hands, Himchan's there, intercepting it smoothly. "Sorry Jonguppie," Himchan says. "This picture's for me."
Jongup honestly doesn't care if Himchan wants to tweet the picture to the entire world; there's only one person he doesn't want to disappoint. He just doesn't want his best friend to think he's succumbed to Himchan-hyung's weirdness. So there's no hesitation in his swift movement to lock Himchan's arm under his in order to get to the phone, but Daehyun's ready, with his week's worth of free dinners at stake.
Before Jongup gets to play monkey in the middle, help arrives in the form of Junhong's long limbs. "What's this?" Junhong holds the phone high out of their grasps. Jongup didn't realize his heart could sink even lower until it does.
Jongup thinks that Junhong could have stared at the picture for just a bit shorter, but besides that Junhong is unfazed. "Hyung, you're so cute." He blinks owlishly at them, taking in the scene he walked in on. "Are they blackmailing you? Do you want me to delete the picture?"
"It's just for me, I promise!" Himchan pleads. Daehyun looks to Jongup with eyes wide open in desperation. Jongup shrugs. If Junhong thinks it's cute, maybe it isn't so bad.
On Jongup's cue, Junhong hands the phone back to a relieved Himchan. "Hyung, you shouldn't take weird pictures of people if they don't want to," Junhong tells Himchan simply.
Junhong's eyes meet Jongup's and Jongup sees the slightest hint of amusement in the way his lips tighten. Jongup's heart lifts. He can't remember why he thought Junhong would care, but he still resolves to never let Himchan talk him into doing anything stupid again.
prompt: despite his antics, Himchan really doesn't believe in love
pair: Yongguk/Himchan
Kim Himchan does not believe in love.
Love is too fragile, too fleeting, too fake. It's so easy to please the fans with his winks, blowfish cheeks, and hearts of all shapes and sizes. He's got them wrapped around his little finger. It comes to him as naturally as breathing, which is a good thing he supposes, because he truly does care about the fans. But sometimes it makes him feel sick, the way the girls scream that they love him. It's not love, it's obsession.
Neither is his fanservice with the kids. It's just that, fanservice. Of course he loves them, who doesn't love their own children? Not that they're his children, but at this point, what's the difference?
What Himchan does believe in is his genuine, tangible memories. Their disastrous but unforgettable first meeting. Serious heart-to-hearts across the too-wide gap between their beds when it had just been the two of them. All the laughter. Their shared tears of frustration when nothing seemed like it would work, and tears of triumph when it did. The fact that they turned to hug each other first when B.A.P won their first award.
What he believes in are the things that weren't meant to be memories, but which are anyways. The insignificant things that ingrained themselves in the crevices of his mind without him realizing it. The slim fingers light on Himchan's shoulders, on his back, on his waist. The way he subconsciously seeks out Himchan's eyes, for the reassurance in their exchanged glances. The special warmth in his voice when he uttered Himchan's name. The gentle yet strong presence at Himchan's side so constant, he no longer belonged to himself.
Kim Himchan does not believe in love. But one night as he lies in bed reaching towards the very person in the bunk above, he decides that maybe, just maybe, he believes in Bang Yongguk.
prompt: Jongup looks but never touches
pair: Jongup/Zelo
"Jonguppie, you're not paying attention!"
Jongup catches himself staring at the platinum curls again. He blinks, refocusing a bit lower, on Junhong's face, and he's back on the playground. He smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, what did you say?"
With an exaggerated sigh, Junhong repeats what he just said. "I'll be Ash, you're Pikachu, and we're going to fight Gary and Squirtle!" He waves his chubby hand at Youngjae and Daehyun. Daehyun gurgles and pretends to blow a water bubble at Jongup. "You're supposed to say that's unfair."
"Why's it unfair?" Jongup likes being Pikachu.
"Because Youngjae-hyung and Daehyun-hyung always win!"
Jongup shrugs. He doesn't think losing's all that bad. He always beats Gary when he plays on his Gameboy anyways. "That's because they're third graders."
"Yeah, we're older, so we have to win," Youngjae says, exchanging smirks with Daehyun. He ruffles Junhong's blond hair, earning him a slap on the hand and a glare from the tiny kid. Junhong is the most sensitive about his hair because it isn't jet black and straight like all the other kids'. Jongup thinks it is the prettiest color, but he only looks. He doesn't want Junhong to slap away his hand too.
"It's ok," Jongup says, putting a placating hand on Junhong's shoulder. "I'll win."
Youngjae and Daehyun laugh. "We'll see about that, Squirtle, go!"
"Get him, Pikachu!" Junhong yells, forgetting about everything else. "Thunderbolt!"
"Pikaaaa!" Jongup tackles Daehyun, but the two years between them make a difference. Daehyun just laughs harder and tickles Jongup until they're in a collapsed heap.
"Thunderbolt is super effective," Junhong says, trying to pull the two apart. He ends up in the pile too. Youngjae, feeling left out, jumps in just for the heck of it.
Their playful wrestling is broken apart by two large sixth graders. "Don't hurt the little ones," Himchan says worriedly, pulling Daehyun off of Jongup.
"I'm okay," Jongup says as Himchan brushes him off. "Himchannie-hyung, thunderbolt is super effective against Squirtle, right?"
Himchan stares blankly at him before turning to Yongguk. Yongguk nods, baring his gums in a smile. "Yes, thunderbolt will K.O Squirtle." He shoots Daehyun a pointed look when Daehyun's mouth opens. "Even a high level Squirtle."
"So we won?" Junhong tugs at Yongguk's sleeve. Yongguk nods. "Jonguppie, we won!" He flings himself on Jongup's back. Petting Jongup's head, he says, "good job, Pikachu."
Jongup just smiles at him, and reaches up to Junhong's head to return the favor, but he catches himself halfway. "Is it okay?"
Junhong furrows his eyebrows in an "of course, dummy," kind of way, then grins. "It's ok if it's Jonguppie."
The curls are just as soft as they look.
prompt: if anyone bothered to ask Yongguk, he would say that his first meeting with Himchan was more of a Disaster than Destiny
pair: Yongguk/Himchan
Yongguk set his suitcase in the corner of the hotel room he'll share with Himchan at their first stop in America. Pulling his arms over his head to crack his back, he watched Himchan struggle with his own suitcase. Something about the scene was so nostalgic, and Yongguk subconsciously smiled.
"A little help here, Bbang?"
The look on Himchan's face would have been annoyance, if he hadn't been exerting so much of his energy. Yongguk's smile widened. "Of course, Princess."
Himchan pointedly ignored the nickname as he let Yongguk take the suitcase. "Why am I rooming with you again? Maybe I'll ask Jongup if he'll switch with you. Jongup loves me."
"Okay," Yongguk shrugged. "I like Junhong."
"Bbang, don't betray me!" Yongguk laughed as Himchan started giving him a shoulder rub in his panic. Himchan was too easy to tease.
"But honestly, I kind of miss living with you." It wasn't often that Yongguk expressed his feelings so openly, but it was easier with Himchan.
"Really?" Himchan paused his hands working at Yongguk's back. "I was under the impression that you thought I was annoying."
"You were," Yongguk said, turning around to face Himchan with a grin. "But I still miss it."
*
To be completely honest, Yongguk's initial reaction when Manager Kang introduced his new roommate was despair.
"Kim Himchan," the man who was pumping Yongguk's hands up and down said.
There were a lot of factors that contributed to Yongguk's inability to form a coherent reply. For one, his intimidating appearance and cold personality made it hard for people to approach him, much less with so much enthusiasm. For another, this man, Kim Himchan, was pretty, with fox eyes, a tall nose, and full lips that revealed a slight overbite that somehow worked with his face. His hair was long and well-styled, and the black made his porcelain skin appear even paler. Yet the hand that was still gripping tightly onto Yongguk's was large and rough, and the voice that came out of him rivaled Yongguk's in depth. It threw Yongguk completely off and he stood stiffly, his mouth opening a few times but nothing coming out.
"What's your name?" Himchan supplied helpfully.
That broke Yongguk out of his daze and he quickly withdrew his hand from Himchan's grip. "Uh...Yongguk. Bang Yongguk."
"I look forward to living with you, Yongguk-sshi," Himchan said and smiling cheesily, winked at him. Winked. It left Yongguk flustered and he could only reply with a grunt as Himchan turned to move his bags into their shared room.
Manager Kang was usually the most reasonable of all people, but TS had promised him a group that would produce good music. Himchan had clearly been scouted for his appearance, plus he made Yongguk's skin crawl in a way he'd never experienced before. That couldn't be a good sign, could it?
"I can't live with him," Yongguk said under his breath, turning to Manager Kang and jerking his thumb back towards the room, where Himchan was busy making himself at home. "How am I supposed to work with him?"
"If you're worried about his competence," Manager Kang said, "he came from the National University of Performing Arts."
"But..." Any excuses he could have made died as Yongguk processed the surprising information.
Manager Kang gave him a sympathizing smile and arm squeeze. "Just give it a try, alright?" He didn't give Yongguk a chance to respond, and left him outside his dorm alone.
Yongguk didn't have much time to think about his new situation, when Himchan's (obnoxious?) voice came from the doorway. "A little help here, Yongguk-sshi?"
*
Yes, the best word to describe how he felt at first was despair. And yet, here they were.
Somewhere along the way, Himchan's earnestness and dedication to the art had changed something in Yongguk, probably for the better. Yongguk thought that he might have imploded a long time ago if Himchan hadn't forced him to open up.
"Hey Channie." Yongguk crawled onto the bed and rolled next to Himchan, who had sprawled out on his back to catch his breath. "Let's go shopping."
Himchan turned so that he was nose to nose with Yongguk. "With the kids?"
"Nope, just us." Yongguk grinned.
For somebody who just a second ago was doing his best to become one with the bed, Himchan got up remarkably quickly. "It's a date," he replied. "But we have got to get you into something more hip."
"Who uses the word 'hip' nowadays?" Yongguk snorted, but he still laughed as he let himself be led by the hand to the bathroom mirror and didn't complain about all the clothes Himchan tossed at him. It was just another small reminder that he didn't have to do everything himself. He had somebody he could depend on.
prompt: maknae line. Jongup already has an idea of how this will end.
pair: onesided!Yongguk/Zelo, Jongup/Zelo
"I'm going to tell him," Junhong says, his voice shaky but resolute.
Jongup knows how this will end. The times he's let Junhong fall asleep in his arms, his pillow stained with Junhong's tears, has reached a number that even he's lost track of. And every single time, all he can do is hold Junhong close and hope that Junhong understands what he can't say.
When you love someone, even the little things they do can make your day. Jongup has seen in Junhong that the opposite's true too. Being reprimanded by Yongguk, even though he holds all the members to equal expectations, hits Junhong hard. So do the times Yongguk implies that Junhong is too young, even though he's not doing it on purpose. What hits hardest is seeing the two oldest hyungs asleep together at Yongguk's studio, just a little too close.
"I want to hate Himchan-hyung but I can't," Junhong sniffles into Jongup's neck that night. Jongup hums in agreement as his fingers run comforting strokes through Junhong's hair. He understands. Himchan's the one who loves them all so easily, the one who treasures their bonds the most. That's why he's Jongup's favorite hyung, and that's why he knows it's even harder for Junhong. "I can't hate him so I'm going to tell Yongguk-hyung."
"Okay," Jongup says, and holds Junhong a little tighter because he knows how this will end. I'll be here. He's always been there. He's the only one that Junhong will allow himself to break down in front of. I'll always be here.
When Junhong crawls into Jongup's bed the next night, his eyes are dry. "It was freeing, I was tied down for so long and I never noticed what was right in front of me," Junhong says, and Jongup's heart soars.
For the first time, Junhong falls asleep in Jongup's arms and he's not crying.
prompt: Himchan writes Bap fanfic during his long extended leave.
pair: Himchan/Zelo, (Yongguk/Himchan?)
"You want me to what?" Junhong blinks rapidly at Himchan.
"Write my Bbangchan," Himchan says in a louder voice, waving his bad hand at him.
"I heard you the first time," Junhong says, shaking his head. "I mean, what's a Bbangchan?"
Himchan flops onto the couch, rolling onto his side, and gives Junhong an exasperated look. "Me and Yongguk, you know, our couple name."
"But how do you write that?"
Propping himself on up on an elbow to be more level with Junhong's face, Himchan gives Junhong a searching look. "Fanfiction, Junhong, have you ever heard of it?"
"Hyung, you're in fandom?" The look on Junhong's face is more confused than ever. "B.A.P fandom?"
"So you do know about fanfiction?" Himchan sounds hopeful.
"I mean, Youngjae-hyung's shown me some..." Judging from the way his face sours, Junhong looks like he's about to give up on Himchan's bribe of a new skateboard and back out from having to do this weird favor. Even though he'd come out all the way to Himchan's house at his hyung's request.
Sensing Junhong's hesitation, Himchan grabs his hand. "Please do this, for me?" He makes sure to wiggle the fingers on his broken hand so Junhong doesn't forget why he's been asked of this favor in the first place.
Wrinkling his nose, Junhong thinks for a bit. "Will there be gross things?"
"Nothing more than a little making out." As Junhong makes to pull his hand away, Himchan tightens his grip and pulls him back. "Wait fine, no making out, just a kiss, like a fairy tale one?"
Sighing, Junhong relents. "It had better be an expensive skateboard, hyung."
"Yes, you are the best," Himchan says, giving Junhong's hand a squeeze before he drops it. "And remember, not a word to the others."
Junhong takes a seat at Himchan's desk, opening up the word document. "'Yongguk gulped, his heart palpitating and hands sweating at the sight of Himchan, who was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but still looking more resplendent than a princess on her wedding day—' Hyung, I'm pretty sure Yongguk-hyung would never do that."
"Oh hush," Himchan waves his good hand. "I'm the author."
"Okay." Junhong shrugs, and starts to transcribe everything Himchan says from the couch.
*
It goes more smoothly than expected, except for the occasional face Junhong makes at the screen and the few times Himchan struggles to put "his indescribable beauty" into words. "'Yongguk looked into the dark, mysterious, diamond pools that were Himchan's eyes—' wait no, that's not right...that sounds like I'm crying or something."
"Hyung, it's okay if you just say 'Himchan's eyes,' you know?" Junhong tries not to roll his own eyes.
"Hushhh, Junhong." Himchan rubs at his temples. "I'm thinking."
"I'm just saying, everybody already knows you're gorgeous so you don't have to keep telling them that."
Himchan raises his eyebrows a little at the innocuous comment and props himself up again so he can see Junhong.
"You really think that?"
"Mhmm," Junhong nods. "Everybody does," he adds, to clarify.
Smiling, Himchan lies back down on the couch. "Okay, maybe we can go with 'Himchan's dark, mysterious, but warm eyes.'"
"No hyung, I'm just going to write 'Himchan's eyes,'" Junhong says firmly.
Himchan makes a noise of protest, but then stops. "Ugh, fine, I can always fix it later."
They work like this for what feels like forever so it comes as a surprise when Himchan finally says, "I'm done, thanks Junhong."
"Yeah, no problem hyung." Junhong stands up and stretches, pushing the chair in. "You don't actually have to get me a skateboard," he says as he heads out the door. "I'm going back to the dorm."
A while after Junhong leaves, Himchan finally gathers enough energy to roll off the couch and crawl to his desk.
Hyung, I made a few changes to make it closer to real life, is written at the top of the document. Himchan momentarily has a panic attack until he sees the change. He sits stunned for a moment and blinks to clear his eyes, then slowly breaks into a smile. He could live with this.
Junhong had only switched out all instances of one word, Yongguk, and replaced it with another. Junhong. Shutting his laptop, Himchan grabs a coat. He has a significant bit of road to catch up on if he wants to catch Junhong before he reaches the dorm.
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And the other banghim with himchan believing not in love but in yongguk *.* you had me there, so sweet
Great work!!
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