In which Uki is a famous k-Idol and Fulgur a bit too obsessed.
⌦ Fictional Story
⌦ genres:
⤳fluff, kpop au
↬ English isn't my first language, so please correct me if there are any big mistakes
↬ this story was published on ao3 first under my nam...
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"Excuse me?" The bartender froze in his movement, his brain forgetting what he wanted to do next. The bed, right, he wanted to set up the bed for Uki to sleep in – alone, not with him.
"You know..." Uki trailed off as he averted his shy gaze to look outside the big gigantic window of the living room. Half of the wall in the room consisted of transparent glass, making it possible to take in the whole stunning city view and the infinite night sky which was decorated with shining white stars.
The idol laid on his stomach, letting his feet dangle in the air. Getting annoyed by the hood of Fulgur's zip hoodie falling into his eyes and thus blocking his eyesight, he wanted to watch the scenery, the purple haired took off the hood and unzipped a bit of the upper part. The heat was soon getting to him since he was in a warmer environment now. Compared to the freezing temperatures outside it was steaming hot in the apartment.
Well, maybe there was another factor which only enchance the effect.
This being said, the purple haired watched Fulgur unbuttoning his black waistcoat, subsequently taking it off, leaving him with his white button-up as he sighed: "No I don't know. I would say you should go to sleep."
"With you?" Giggled the idol as he tried persuading the taller another time, the latter shaking his head while leaning against the black bar in the open kitchen. As a full dedicated bartender the bar was a must-have. Unfortunately he wouldn't drown Uki in any more drinks, he was already drunk enough.
"Im proposing you sleep in my bed, I sleep on the couch." Fulgur said sternly, ignoring the flirting attempts of the purple haired who was lolling on the couch.
"You know Im kinda a couch myself" The drunk male stated proudly as he posed weirdly, all his motor skills gone by now. Fulgur suppressed a snort, leading in him making a weird noise while breathing out. Not much later he burst out into laughter. No matter how stern he tried to be with the drunk male he ended up softening at the smaller's sight. How you couldn't you?
Fulgur had never known that funny side of the idol. Whenever he was portrayed in the media he was title as perfect, immaculate or even not-human. Sure Uki was funny, the fans loved him for that.
But this right now was quite the new experience.
The tousled hair, the purple strands which sticked to his forehead, the smudged eyeliner and the t-shirt which wasn't properly sitting on his torso anymore, thus exposing his collar bone. Those were only a few examples of what Fulgur meant.
Was the mole on his neck always that prominent?
"Fufu~ don't ignore me." Uki spoke as earnestly as he could while he was slurring his words. Embarrassed by his own whinging, he hid his face into the cushion of the couch.
Oh Fulgur definitely wasnt ignoring him. Quite the opposite was actually the case.
"Let's go to sleep then, hm?" The gray haired asked as he stepped closer to Uki on the couch. Then he bended down and extended his arms to pick up the smaller. Honestly, how often had he carried the idol? It's been only a day...
