kpop one shots.

Iljae (btob)

Ilhoon is staring at Sungjae with an unreadable expression, his head resting in his hands. He can't figure the younger out, Sungjae confuses the blond boy a great deal. He is always running around with a big smile making others smile with him, but he can also step up and be probable the most mature in the band. Ilhoon wants to figure him out, he wants to know what makes him tick. 

For SungJae it is the same, he so deeply wants to know his fellow band member. The rapper who isn't a fan of skinship and Sungjae cant help but want to touch, to run his hands through the orders hair and down his sides. he wants to be closer to the older, it never occurred to him why. 

the admiration has been going on for to long, so its easy when the mankae leans up and presses a quick kiss to Ilhoon's lips. the shorter member's look turn into one of rage and he stomp off, leaving his laughing band members. the inside of both boys is filled with the same emotion, embarrassment but for different reasons.

Ilhoon is quick to lock himself into his room, sliding down the door dragging out a long sigh. his heart is beating fast and his hands feel clammy against his face, why did he do that to him. He had been confused enough before but now with the feeling of the taller boys lips against his, he almost felt like pulling his hair in frustration. it frighten him with the realization that he missed the feeling as it is starting to fade.

"how dare he make me feel like this" he mumbles to himself pulling at his hair softly.

outside the wind is blowing and the sky is turning a darker color by the second, but the boy inside is obvious to this as he lets out small frustrated sounds. he cant hear the others chatter anymore, to engrossed in his own mind. A knock to the door startles the boy and just then he can feel the angry tears that have been running down his cheek.

"Ilhoon? are you okay?" a small voice come from the other side of the door, it sounds almost fragile but it's the voice of the last person he wants to see right now.

"leave" the blond boy utter harshly banging his fist down on the floor. Sungjae let out a yelp in surprise, he hadn't expected that reaction and it made him almost regret his earlier actions. The tallest boy let out a soft sigh and shake his head, he have to make this better. Sungjae sits down on the floor against the door and lull his head to the side.

"I'm sorry" he whisper "I didn't mean to make you angry, I got greedy and just took without permission" his voice getting higher with each word.

The blond boy on the other side is now standing up, his rage has been building since the younger started to speak. He yank the door open making the dark haired boy fall backwards, staring back at each other both taking on the look of shock. Ilhoon is the first to gain back his composure.

"I told you to leave" voice cold and glaring at the boy beneath him. Sungjae scramble to get up on his feet, almost falling over again by the force.

"I wont leave, not until you forgive me" he scoff and push past the shorter, walking over to the bed in the middle of the room and sitting down. 

Ilhoon's face is getting redder by the second, he isn't sure if want to punch him or kiss him till their lips are red and swollen. Eyes widening by what just went through his head.

"come on Hyung please" Sungjae begs with big wide puppy eyes "we can forget it happened just please" his voice is now close to a whisper. 

No matter how strong Ilhoon tries to be, he still cant take being mad at his friend. He let out a shaky breath and walk over to sit beside the other, he can feel himself break.

"I forgive you. and to be honest, I have been curious lately. I was just so shocked, we can try again maybe?" he says the last part like a question. Sungjae's face light up and he nod with a satisfied smile. They lean in closer until their lips are barely touching, its an odd and vaguely familiar feeling that make them almost crave more.

Going to bed that night is warmer for both boys, now the other side of their beds wont ever been cold again. Falling asleep seems like the easiest thing when there is a promise of a happy tomorrow laying wrapped around them.