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eyes all stickin' (like honey on bees)
Jul. 29th, 2022 10:27 pmpairing: gonhun
wordcount: 377
year: 2020
explanation of the plot: a university au where byounggon has a staring problem. sadly he also has a resting bitch face that baejin tries to help him with, but gon somehow stays looking scary or becomes worse and the staring victim (seunghun) has a friend (hyunsuk) that gets very defensive and almost fights gon. after that, i'm not sure what's supposed to happen but gonhun gets together and it's nothing groundbreaking, just cute
eyes all stickin like honey on bees
Jinyoung searches his hyung’s eyes for any hint of mirth. “Please say sike right now.”
A frowning Byounggon takes both of Jinyoung’s hands and shakes them. “Come on, it’s not funny,” he insists, lower lip unconsciously jutting out, “you need to take me seriously.” Jinyoung just barely quells the urge to roll his eyes and snicker in his face. “Can’t you help me out here?”
“Can’t you just ask him out like a normal person?” Jinyoung retorts.
“Since when was I normal? Wouldn’t have let you befriend me if I was.”
Now Jinyoung does laugh. Points have been made. He plunks himself down onto Byounggon’s futon and accepts his fate: Bae Jinyoung, face teacher. This is what their friendship has come to, apparently. “Fine, fine. Ummm…” he says as he reclines into thin cushioning, “lemme think. How to turn a death glare into a honey gaze...”
“Honey gaze?” Byounggon repeats bemusedly. “That’s what you kids say these days?”
“Yes, grandpa, now hush! My braincell likes quiet.”
As usual, the back quadrangle of the university was quiet.
Although it was crawling with students, the atmosphere remained subdued. Because unlike the front quad, which often played host to impromptu soccer and badminton games, the most that happened here was studying, writing, drawing, and napping. And maybe some photography, if it was an especially sunny day.
More often than not, Byounggon was so absorbed in his work that he forgot where he was. Naturally he didn’t bother registering the people around him, either–instead devoting every last bit of brainpower to productivity. It sounds antisocial, but what use would it be, really? He wasn’t there to make friends; he was doing the bare minimum to keep from going under in English 302.
So if you asked him whether he’d be able to recognize anyone who frequented the back quad, he would say no.
But that would be a lie.
Byounggon knows a face. He does. One with soft features, all big cheeks and sloping curves, and a surprisingly squared jawline, and when the boy smiles—
Oh, when that soft boy smiles, Byounggon loses feeling in his chest.
[uhhhh stuff was supposed to go here]
“Hey. You got a problem with my hyung?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why are you trying to intimidate him? Do you want a fight or something?”
wordcount: 377
year: 2020
explanation of the plot: a university au where byounggon has a staring problem. sadly he also has a resting bitch face that baejin tries to help him with, but gon somehow stays looking scary or becomes worse and the staring victim (seunghun) has a friend (hyunsuk) that gets very defensive and almost fights gon. after that, i'm not sure what's supposed to happen but gonhun gets together and it's nothing groundbreaking, just cute
title is from a lady gaga verse on chillin by wale
Jinyoung searches his hyung’s eyes for any hint of mirth. “Please say sike right now.”
A frowning Byounggon takes both of Jinyoung’s hands and shakes them. “Come on, it’s not funny,” he insists, lower lip unconsciously jutting out, “you need to take me seriously.” Jinyoung just barely quells the urge to roll his eyes and snicker in his face. “Can’t you help me out here?”
“Can’t you just ask him out like a normal person?” Jinyoung retorts.
“Since when was I normal? Wouldn’t have let you befriend me if I was.”
Now Jinyoung does laugh. Points have been made. He plunks himself down onto Byounggon’s futon and accepts his fate: Bae Jinyoung, face teacher. This is what their friendship has come to, apparently. “Fine, fine. Ummm…” he says as he reclines into thin cushioning, “lemme think. How to turn a death glare into a honey gaze...”
“Honey gaze?” Byounggon repeats bemusedly. “That’s what you kids say these days?”
“Yes, grandpa, now hush! My braincell likes quiet.”
As usual, the back quadrangle of the university was quiet.
Although it was crawling with students, the atmosphere remained subdued. Because unlike the front quad, which often played host to impromptu soccer and badminton games, the most that happened here was studying, writing, drawing, and napping. And maybe some photography, if it was an especially sunny day.
More often than not, Byounggon was so absorbed in his work that he forgot where he was. Naturally he didn’t bother registering the people around him, either–instead devoting every last bit of brainpower to productivity. It sounds antisocial, but what use would it be, really? He wasn’t there to make friends; he was doing the bare minimum to keep from going under in English 302.
So if you asked him whether he’d be able to recognize anyone who frequented the back quad, he would say no.
But that would be a lie.
Byounggon knows a face. He does. One with soft features, all big cheeks and sloping curves, and a surprisingly squared jawline, and when the boy smiles—
Oh, when that soft boy smiles, Byounggon loses feeling in his chest.
[uhhhh stuff was supposed to go here]
“Hey. You got a problem with my hyung?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why are you trying to intimidate him? Do you want a fight or something?”
