#ccsungjong

[ccxeunbi-blog]

・exposure

@ccsungjong

the shouts were impossible to ignore - drawing the young girl’s attention as she passed an alleyway on the way to her brother’s, leaving her to stop midstep and curiously lean her head in towards the commotion. 

her eyes fell upon the bloodied back of a boy, dressed in an attire that one could only assume belonged to the likes of a magical boy fresh out of battle. sobs swallowed the air around him and eunbi could only watch as the stranger just seemed to fall apart in front of her. 

had this boy just captured a card? why was he crying? curiosity ate endlessly at her and she craved to just step forward and let her voice be heard but she was intruding. intruding on a moment that clearly was private for this boy who knew nothing of her presence. 

the better part of her drug herself away from that alley and further on the street to her brother’s, forcing herself to forget this had ever happened so that she would torture herself with curiosity no longer.

eunbi had managed to return to her normal state by the time she arrived at sungjong’s, forgetting the whole alleyway situation entirely and instead focusing on day to be well spent with her twin. 

a smile tugging the edges of her lips, the girl happily let herself into the apartment (she had a spare key for a reason, no use in asking now) and dropped her bag to the floor - moving to stretch out her limbs only to stop halfway.

there in front of her stood the bloodied back of the stranger in the alley - the patterns and colors of his clothing ever so familiar before he transformed back into the sungjong she thought she knew.

“what the hell?”

[ccxhowon-blog]

accidental demise

He couldn’t even remember how the fight had started; what sparked the spark that so quickly turned into a roaring flame. What started it didn’t matter though; the words that were thrown at him were like a slap to his face. A part of him wondered if Sungjong had meant them, wondered if the younger knew how his sharp tongue had truly hurt Howon this time. But he doubted it; the look the other gave him was pure annoyance, dislike - it was something that he never thought he would see in those eyes. 

Without saying a word he had left the other’s apartment, door slamming shut behind him, the echo of the slam followed him as he made his way out of the building and on to the streets. 

Howon wasn’t thinking straight; that much was true. He couldn’t figure out why the argument he had just encountered with the younger male put him on edge so easily. Why he was so easily effected by the words the boy had thrown at him. But he could feel his chest ache and head hurt and nothing made sense. 

Not really paying mind to where he was going; Howon tried to control his breathing. He counted back from ten, thought of something that made him happy - but his thoughts would shift to Sungjong and the fire in his eyes and he’d loose himself again and feel his emotions ( and powers ) slip. 

The sound of a crash behind him caused Howon to jump; and before he could turn his body around he felt something press into his back and send him flying forward. Crashing against a few trash cans, he quickly turned his head and paled at the sight before him.

A magical human, clearly out for his blood. 

He stood quickly and thought about possibly trying to explain himself; but the sight of the weapon in the other’s hand and the determination quickly wiped that notion clear. Instead, he summoned up his strength; his power, and prepared himself to defend his life. He didn’t want to kill, so Howon promised himself to keep his actions under control. 

@ccsungjong

[ccsunggyu-blog]

Wash and Home ouo

Wash: I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together.

The bathroom smells like lavender soap and his hair is slicked back in a slippery, sudsy mess. Bubbles go flying when he sneezes, the sound squeaky like his automail. Sunggyu spends all day and night tirelessly running after his rookies, so it’s no wonder he’s caught a cold. If he’s left alone, there’s a good chance he’ll suffocate under a mountain of tissues.

He sniffles his stuffy nose, but it’s still feeling a little drippy. Sungjong groans then swipes a tissue (a little too harshly) under Sunggyu’s nose. Is this man five or seventy-five? It’s just a small cold, but he’s acting like he’s as helpless as someone stricken with malaria. 

Sunggyu wriggles his toes in the water, then scoots forward so his instant nurse can clean where his shoulder blades and automail meet. “I got these swimming trunks on sale,” he says. “Do you like them? They’ve got neon palm trees on them.” His voice cracks and squeaks from a combination of his stuffy nose and sore throat. 

Sungjong sighs, gently pushes on his back, and scrubs the elder’s skin. “They’re nice...but I can’t believe you’ve got me cleaning your back. Did you at least oil your arm today?”

“...no?”“How do you even survive on your own?”“I don’t,” he laughs. “I always call you to help me!”

Home: I’ll write our characters living together. 

How is he not dead yet?

Sunggyu is excellent at nagging other people, but doesn’t take his own advice most of the time. He remembers to take his morning vitamins and cleans like a maid, but he leaves the stove running and accidentally puts tinfoil in the microwave.

Sungjong decides that until Grandpa Gyu’s arm is healed up, he’ll stick around so the man stops spilling hot soup on himself and leaving the freezer open. He locks the door behind him with a click, then shuffles into the living room.

Before him is Kim Sunggyu in his natural habitat: passed out on the couch with a drama still flickering on the TV, and overturned bowl of popcorn fallen on the floor, and a body hanging off the couch so much that he’ll be joining the falling food on the ground soon enough.

Sungjong shakes his head and clicks off the television. Carefully, he hefts the older man upwards from underneath his shoulders. He makes sure that Gyu’s arms and legs aren’t dangling over the edge (one time, he’d rolled off the couch and sliced his forehead open on the coffee table), then throws a blanket over him. 

“You need to take care of yourself too, you know,” he sighs. “Always worrying about other people...you leave your own damn stove running. You’re vacuuming all that popcorn in the morning yourself, though.”

As he walks out, he flicks the light switch off. 

He doesn’t see the way that Sunggyu smiles in his sleep. 

[ccwoohyun-blog]

Wash

Wash — I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together.

They had gotten caught under a downpour, running through the streets trying to rush back home since none of them bothered with an umbrella. Not to mention, the younger had tripped and fallen right into a muddy puddle which on normal circumstances would make him laugh. Unfortunately, he had  grabbed unto woohyun’s shirt, dragging him down with him. And there was no way in hell, the older would let Sungjong lounge around his house, letting the mud and rain water seep into his furniture. Which brings them to be in the shower,sighing as he washes Sungjong’s hair after the younger had  asked (more of demanded really) him to do so. Woohyun spoils him too much. 

[ccxhowon-blog]

Rain, Kill, Love, Lust, Wash, Nightmare, Traumatic, Seduce

Rain — I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain. 

The downpour went unnoticed to Howon; he wasn’t able to focus on much of his surroundings actually - not with Sungjong’s lips pressed against his own. He saw these in movies, Human’s who pressed their lips together to show affection and attractions - but he never would have imagined it would feel like this. His chest clenched and a sort of warmth washed over his entire being. He stood there for a few moments, eye’s open as he stared at Sungjong’s dark lashes that laid so softly against his cheeks - and as the younger was to lean away he raised his hand and pulled him close again; closing his own eyes and returning the kiss. 

Sungjong tasted of coffee, and something else - something far more addicting; pleasing. 

The way his shirt clung to his person didn’t bother Howon at all. 

Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours. + Nightmare: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.

He didn’t mean to. 

The body that lay before him on the ground; unmoving and pale. The soft features and fair skin…

He didn’t mean to…

Howon’s legs gave out under him as he fell to the ground beside the other; hand reaching out shakingly to brush back dark strands that fell over his eyes - eyes that no longer had light in them. No spark. A sort of realization and fear bubbled up inside the card; his body beginning to shake. 

He didn’t mean to….

The other had said something, done something - something that caused the card to snap, caused him to revert. It was … stupid, just a stupid argument. Yet one of those words that came from the other’s soft lips set him off; set his demon to wake. And now, before him lay the corpse of the person Howon found himself so incredibly fond of; so in love with. 

He didn’t mean to do this.

He didn’t mean to Kill Sungjong. 

A noise left his throat, before his upper half fell forward; face burying itself into Sungjong’s chest - the lack of heartbeat haunted him. 

….

Waking with a jolt; Howon’s hand rose to his hair and brushed back the slightly damp with sweat strands as he stared off before him - the dream was to vivid, too real. It sent fear inside of him; bubbling up. Too real - His phone was near his bed, and he sent a quick message to the younger. 

When he got a reply several minutes later with a string of curses, a weight was lifted. 

Still…

It felt too real for Howon to let it go easily. 

Love — I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours

It was something that Howon didn’t fully understand - Love. But when the words left Sungjong’s lips; and his gaze  held something Howon had never seen before, he couldn’t help but repeat the words. He found that they relayed his feelings well enough; so he spoke them again. He continued to mumble those three words as he walked toward the other male, hand reaching out to take a hold of Sungjong’s hand. 

He noticed the way tears ran down Sungjong’s cheeks. 

He held his hand tighter. 

Wash — I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together. 

“I hate your body.” He heard the other mumble, “or should I say - I hate how much I love your body.”

The smile on his lips couldn’t have stretched wider as he pressed closer to the other male; the sensation of their skin on skin contact sent an unfamiliar wave of warmth throughout his being. “I like how your body is,” he spoke after a moment’s silence. 

“I like how you curve into me, and fit against me like you belong in my arms.”

Sungjong’s cheeks grew red fast after his words, and a hand came to slap his shoulder a bit harshly - “God please don’t say things like that!”

Howon’s laughter ran out as he pressed his face into Sungjong’s shoulder; squeezing the other closer as the warm water from the shower washed over them. 

Traumatic: I’ll write my or your characters going through a traumatic experience. 

At first, it was a bit funny how the other was pushed into the water by a bunch of kids passing by. But when Howon saw the fear in the other’s eyes, and the way his limbs thrashed frantically against the water - It wasn’t so funny anymore. 

Diving in after Sungjong; Howon managed to wrap his arms around the other’s waist with ease, and leading him out of the water. The way that the other shook against him, how his usual firefly was dampened and afraid. His fingers carded through the other’s went strands, as he whispered soft words against his ear. 

“I’m here.” he promised, “I’ve got you.”

Seduce: I’ll write my character trying to seduce yours or vice versa + Lust — I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.

How did Sungjong know Howon’s favorite color was purple? 

The way the slightly see through material laid against the other’s fair skin; how so much of his skin was left uncovered - it sent heat down south. A feeling he wasn’t too used to yet, but he had definitely felt it before with the other. The dark gaze sent his way; filled with promise of touches and whispered words of want and need lead Howon closer. The elder of the two slowly climbed onto the bed to meet the fair beauty; a hand reaching out to touch his thigh. 

“The occasion?” he breathed, coming closer to the younger. Sungjong’s shoulder raised in a shrug before his long arms reached out to pull Howon closer - until he was ontop of the magic user. 

“Just because.”

Their lips met soon after, pressing together in a moment of passion. Howon’s hands trailed down Sungjong’s sides, squeezing those love handle’s he’s secretly glad the younger never fully lost. The whine against his lips set something off in the elder; and soon he had Sungjong pressed fully onto the mattress; underwear off and Howon’s hands exploring and touching and his mouth soon leaving Sungong’s to taste. 

Escaping Sungjong were sweet sounds of pleasure and need; gasps and calls of Howon’s name that caused Howon to rip and tear at their clothes; the fabric separating their bodies from touching; from intertwining. Each shift, gasp, and moan between the two echoed out in the room; and when Howon was finally inside the younger. 

The rest is a hot blur. 

After, they lay still connected, Howon’s face pressed against Sungjong’s throat, arms tight around his waist. 

“That’s a better work out than our old one.” Sungjong breathed, chest still raising and falling a bit too quickly - Howon let out a snort. 

“Noted.”

He smiled though, against Sungjong’s neck as the other let out a laugh; a real laugh.