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A gasp.
A sigh.
Another small grunt.
Another deep breath.
“Oh no~”
Jihoon closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath to settle the frustration building up inside him. He clicked ‘Save’ on the composition he was working on and swivled his chair around to stare at the man sprawled out on the couch across him.
“Oh, aigoo~”
“Yah,” Jihoon leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest in minor annoyance. When the other man didn’t respond to him, Jihoon tried again, “Yah, Kwon Soonyoung.”
“Hm?” Soonyoung mumbled out a response, but his attention was still focused on the words he read on his phone screen.
“What are you--”
“AISH! Lee Jihoon! You’re such an asshole!” Soonyoung sat up on his knees looking at his friend in disbelief and slight annoyance.
Jihoon scoffed, looking at his boyfriend then looking at the phone clutched in the dancer’s hand as he rolled his eyes. It’s been Soonyoung’s new hobby-- if you can call it that-- for the last week or so, reading fanfiction that was.
Seungkwan had talked to a friend a few weeks ago who told him about the wonderful world of fan written stories that were shared online for the public to read and came home ranting and raving about them. Sure, they all knew about their fans “shipping” certain members, and had even seen some beautiful fanart produced by the fans, but fanfiction was something that the members never really delved into. They were definitely aware of the existence of these stories, but only recently had Soonyoung become rather . . . obsessed with these works of fiction after Seungkwan had mentioned them. Call it fascination, appreciation, or just pure boredom of being quartintied to their dorms or the studio, but Soonyoung had been reading these fanfictions for over a week now.
“Are you still reading that shit?”
Soonyoung frowned, “Don’t change the subject. We were happy! Why would you sleep with Seungcheol just because you were feeling insecure about us?”
The producer gaped at the other man, looking him up and down, “You know that that Jihoon in whatever story you are reading isn’t me right?”
Soonyoung narrowed his eyes at the man sitting across him, “Doesn’t matter, take responsibility.”
Jihoon rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re insane.” He reached over to his desk to grab a bottle of coke before taking a big swig of the carbonated drink, puffing out his cheeks then swallowing. “Shouldn’t you be getting mad at whoever wrote it?”
Soonyoung looked down at the screen in contemplation before shaking his head, “See, now that’s exactly what this Jihoon would say. You and him are one and the same.”
The producer scoffed at Soonyoung before capping his drink and turning around to continue his composition. “You seriously need to find another hobby, Kwon Soonyoung.” He was about to put his headphones on before the haughty voice of his boyfriend stopped him.
“Well, it’s okay then. You are just a scared man inside, I get it. You’re tender and shy. You hate the way my smile can cause your heart to beat faster, hate the way your cheeks flush whenever I call you mine--”
Jihoon turned around in his chair to see Soonyoung sitting on the couch wistfully looking up at the ceiling of the studio. “--hate the way I can make you moan when I--”
Jihoon stood up and stalked over to the other man who had gotten up and shuffled away from the shorter man, fits of giggles from the dancer filled the room as Jihoon chased Soonyoung around the small coffee table that sat in the center of the studio.
“You just need me to hold you tight in my arms--” Soonyoung continued to tease the other when a pillow was thrown at him, causing his smile to widen as he rushed towards the door. “--and never let you go!”
“Get out.” Jihoon walked over to the door and opened it, looking at the other with an annoyed look.
“No,” Soonyoung whispered, placing a hand on Jihoon’s cheek dramatically, “I will never leave you alone--”
“Please leave me alone.”
“Never!” Soonyoung sighed out and looked off to the side theatrically, as Jihoon stared at the taller man with a bored look, waiting for the other to finish his whole . . . whatever the fuck he was doing.
“My shy Jihoonie, I know how scared you get when you are left alone with your thoughts--”
“I am asking you to leave me alone with my thoughts.”
A small feigned whimper escaped Soonyoungs lips, “That tough act, I see right through it! All you want is for me to claim you and--”
“Alright, you’re done.” Jihoon grabbed Soonyoung’s upper arm and practically threw him outside of his studio, shutting the door on the dancer’s butt.
Jihoon rolled his eyes, hearing the other’s laughter from outside his studio as he shuffled his way back to his desk. Letting out a content sigh as he plopped himself down in his chair, Jihoon shook his head thinking about his boyfriend’s antics. He really hoped Soonyoung’s obsession with fanfiction wouldn’t last too long . . .