When Yoo Youngjae came to appreciate one day that Choi Junhong was no longer a little child...

Couple :: LoJae (Zelo X Youngjae)

Tag :: #LoJaeFeeling

Author :: baXll

Twitter :: @baXllnatural

Just afeeling...

‘Turn the lights off…’

The cigarette-haired boy slowly closed his eyes. At the same time, the soft orange light was dimmed to create an atmosphere...concentration and the senses absorbed the music that flowed through the headphones with a sweet melody after the leader's first sentence began. ..

Lyrics that describe feelings of trembling and passion and deep in the senses of lovers who wish to convey their love to each other with a deep touch...

If it were him...I don't know how many light years it would take to write lyrics like this.

'Let go of your tension and relax, darling...'

Even though his eyes were closed, the tall boy's thoughts clearly showed the image of the owner of that sweet, soft voice, as if full lips were softly inviting in his ear... He couldn't help but open his eyes to sneak a peek. His eyelashes and the side of his face glowed in the dim light.

...His heart trembled silently all alone.

“Oh, water.”

He was startled by the cool touch of the stainless steel surface that was pressed against his cheek before he knew it before he picked up the water bottle and opened it and picked up the warm lemon tea and sipped it until it was almost half gone.

"What's wrong? You don't seem to be able to concentrate today."

He glanced at the person asking for a moment and then lowered his head and continued to move his fingertips on the iPod Touch, "...No, sir."

"I don't believe it." Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed slightly in worry.

Secretly sighing...tell me, will you really understand, Youngjae hyung?

“Half a day and I still haven't finished recording the first half. ...I understand, Junhong. The lyrics might be difficult for you to understand and have feelings for, but you should pay more attention and concentrate.” This time, he sang a long line in a tone that didn't have a hint of teasing. play even a little

True to what Yoo Youngjae said...half the day was spent recording songs.

Body&Soul

Which if you count and look... 1..3..7..12 has been over ten times already. And if we're being honest, it almost always comes down to his own part. ...admit without excuse that you tried to concentrate. But it's really hard to do.

“Yongguk hyung is unbelievable. What kind of concept is he? He arranges it without holding back. Heh...I didn't think there would be anyone in this group who was as skilled as you." The young man smiled faintly at his older brother's taunting words about the band leader that he didn't take seriously.

In Choi Junhong's eyes, Yoo Youngjae is a person who is very determined and serious about his work. In fact..with the band's first album, every member tried their best to make the work come out the best. Therefore, it is not surprising that people with less life experience than others Like he is often criticized. But he is always willing to listen and improve himself and because of that ...

Instead, he felt good that this little brother was strict with him. To agree to sit and train him like this is many times more satisfying than being ignored.

...Because if that's the case, I know he might die.

"Yep! Let's prepare. This time, I'm going to give it a lot, Junhong.”

The smaller man stood up energetically as his break ended, writhing slightly to relieve his stiffness before placing a hand on the taller brother's head.

"Put all your worries aside. Even if you don't talk, I know you must have something on your mind. Let's just say...I'm always happy to help...if you need it."

Hands smaller than his own but warm...and softer tangled in the messy smoke-colored hair. At the same time, the skin of the cheek felt the warm and soft touch of the full lips that swooped down to kiss for just a moment...that cute face smiled in the way that I thought was the coolest.

...It's because you're like this that I can't concentrate like this.

“If you really want to help. So...would you please stop treating me like a child?”

His sharp eyes reflected the small figure of his back as he disappeared into the studio.

...and that question probably only he could hear.

A slender figure walked out of the bathroom. A small white towel was thrown around his neck after he had used it to wipe his wet head.

They were now back in the dorm after working hard with today's recording...in Youngjae's feelings. He really likes this song. It's the type of music he and Daehyun are good at. Even though I felt a little embarrassed by the lyrics that Yongguk hyung wrote, it was not difficult to convey the emotions and feelings of "love" for them, who have all experienced love before.

...I'm only concerned about the two younger siblings who think they might need to use their advanced imagination abilities to access those feelings and get over it.

Jongup did it well. Young-jae believes that Moon Jong-up has never really been in love, but he may have gained special powers from Ma-to...maybe he's still into the Oscar-winning animated film Fo. Rosen or maybe he uses his imagination from his love of cartoons to translate new values ​​or...........Oh, never mind - -

...It turned out that the person who was most worrisome to him was Junhong...Junhong who was determined in everything he did. But I encountered serious difficulties with this kind of music problem.

He didn't know what Junhong was thinking when he recorded this song. He just felt nervous... That tall kid couldn't concentrate and the result was an incomplete sound. This caused them to have to fix it dozens of times until finally they had to decide to put this song on hold for now.

And even though I don't know what the cause is But there was only one thing he knew...he didn't want to see Junhong like this.

It wasn't just about work, it wasn't just because he wanted everything to go smoothly...but it was because he didn't want to see those bright eyes that always shined with courage and confidence in everything they did dim.

I just don't want to see him like this... that's all.

But...where did Junhong go?

Slender legs walked as he had planned into the living room. In case you met a tall young man playing a game with Jongup or Daehyun, but didn't find anyone there. So I leaned into the kitchen and looked. Just as Daehyun was walking out and Jongup was throwing an empty jelly cup into the trash can, he walked out following closely behind his brother.

"Oh, do you want to eat jelly, Youngjae?"

The owner of the name looked at his friend and younger band member who was probably full right now because he was standing there yawning. It makes me feel sick...they're so good. It's almost midnight and we're still eating snacks with dead faces - -

“No, have you guys seen Junhong?”

"I'm still practicing. Do you want me to follow you?”

It was Jongup who answered the question and volunteered forcefully. When he turned around, he saw that the other brother was standing there with his eyes wide open and his consciousness completely lost.

"It's okay, Jongup. You go to sleep. Drag this guy to put it away with you."

Said while nodding towards Daehyun, whose back was now slightly sliding down the wall Jong-up was in trouble and had to rush to help him up and then rub and rub his legs, half-dragging, half-leading him so that his body could go into the room together in distress.

It's this late and I'm still practicing...

It's not that I don't know his personality, but what... Even though he's still young, if you use your body beyond your limits and accidentally get injured, it's not a good thing.

The small figure let out a breath before striding towards the direction of the practice room where he thought the person he was looking for might be there...

Walking to a corner where you could see through the clear glass doors of the practice room, you stopped in your tracks as you heard the sound of music.

Body&Soul

Floating away...

In that room...he saw Choi Junhong standing slightly breathless in the dim light that was only open in one corner...his sharp eyes closed as if he were meditating, his tall and slender body clad in a dazzling black sleeveless shirt. Sweat dripping from the hairline of his light hair to the edge of his bright socks. ...For a moment, Youngjae was secretly thinking about it. He could understand Junhong's obsession with little girls and noonas, and his little brother was no longer the curly-haired little boy of yesterday.

...I don't understand why he had to stop and look at this corner. Originally he intended to follow the other person and hurry to take a shower so he could rest, but now he chooses to watch the child. The younger man stayed in the same corner, silent. Continue a little longer because I don't want to interrupt the intention of practicing...waiting to collect things before going in to help.

But then..the big eyes reflected something that made the body stiff and numb, as if it had been hit by a staff member, opposite the heart that was slowly beating faster and faster...

...The image of Choi Junhong turning his body over so that his broad back was pressed against a large mirror, his once closed eyelids floating openly, as if creating a brilliant imagination, one extremely white hand slowly It disappeared under the waistband of the oversized pants that Youngjae remembered that his younger brother liked to wear to practice regularly, as it moved rhythmically under the airy fabric...

One small hand unconsciously raised to cover his mouth, but as if under a spell...he couldn't take his eyes off of what was going on in front of him.

He saw Junhong's body twisting...

He saw the white skin of his cheeks flush with rosy blood...

He saw his eyebrows furrowed with emotion...

And he saw...lips pursed to hold back a sound and something that was filled with emotion.

...but Junhong was unsuccessful and Youngjae heard it clearly even though it was as soft as a whisper...

"Youngjae..ah.....Youngjae hyung..."

The morning started off with a bustling start, with the band's main vocalist crying out loud when he discovered that a brightly colored sock had been left on his toothbrush, causing the owner to hurriedly apologize.

"I'm really sorry, hyung. Did you take the hairbrush and use it first?"

His voice and eyes seemed to be remorseful if it weren't for the offer and the dimples on his cheeks that Daehyun immediately knew that his mischievous little brother was almost dying of laughter.

"crazy! No need to, Junhong. I saw that you were secretly laughing. Wait..you'll know right away!!"

The sharp face shows the most fangish emotions. Prepare for full revenge, but the small war must end when...

"Hey, what's going on? Oh..You didn't mean to, what caused you to make such a big fuss, Dae Hyun Na~"

Kim Himchan's slender figure stepped in between the two. Daehyun, who at first intended to settle the matter, turned into a normal expression of annoyance...here comes the maknae's bodyguard.

"Go, disperse and finish your business so we can come eat. If you're late today, you guys will know! ..I will sue Yongguk.”

"Oh/Oh"

Choi Junhong's 'Oh'...just now he was still on my side -0-

Jung Dae Hyun's 'Oh', Himchan is not sure if it's true -3-

"Oh, what's going on? Let's go... Daehyun, there's a new brush in the small kitchen cabinet. Go get it..Junhong...." Nodding towards the maknae in the group after the kid *

Wednesdaychild

He grunted, "Go wake up Youngjae as well...that's strange. He woke up late?" The end of his sentence lowered his voice like he was muttering to himself before walking away.

That's it...Strict Brother Youngjae woke up late...is he sick?

Just thinking of that possibility, the slender legs immediately rushed towards their bedroom with trepidation...

"Uncle Youngjae...uncle..."

His voice was deep and soft. He tried repeating it at a medium volume while gently touching his slender face, but he didn't feel anything unusual about the temperature. But the little body that was still crouched on its side didn't seem to have a cute face coming towards him. Looks like he's about to wake up...

...So it was Junhong who was mesmerized by the person in front of him...

Soft cheeks that fit a slender face...

Eyelashes that hide a pair of beautiful, round eyes...

The tip of his small nose is so cocked that no matter how many times I look at it, I feel like I want to tease him...

And full lips that looked as delicious as jelly...I really wanted to know how sweet and smooth they would be.

The boy's pair of sharp eyes were inattentive for a short period of time. Recently, he collected the images that he thought were the most attractive with a feeling of overflowing joy in his heart...

A feeling that can't be told to anyone...especially to the person in front of me.

And before his heart could burst out of his chest, the little person he had been secretly watching for a long time twisted his body slightly and his thin eyelids fluttered open, causing Junhong to accidentally take a step back to keep distance.

"Ah.. Himchan hyung saw that it was late so he asked me to wake him up... You weren't sick in any way, right?"

Youngjae sat up, fully awake, and discovered that the person standing with his hands tucked into his pockets was the person who had barely slept all night.

...Yes, Yoo Youngjae couldn't sleep and woke up late because of Choi Junhong's story running around in his head all night.

Youngjae didn't answer, just nodded gently as many thoughts were racing around in his head.

Should I ask?...

Or should I just let it go and forget it?

And if you ask...what will you ask, Yoo Youngjae?

"Today we have work in the afternoon and then we're going to continue recording songs. If you're already awake...then I'll go."

A loud voice interrupted his thoughts and the tall figure of his younger brother turned and prepared to leave the room, causing the little man to finally make a decision.

"Oh...wait, Junhong!" The owner of the name turned around and raised a confused eyebrow. The figure still sitting cross-legged on the bed hesitated slightly before taking a deep breath...

"Close the door and come here...I have something to talk to you about."

It had been more than 5 minutes with one person on the bed...and another person on the floor next to the bed. They exchanged glances back and forth without anyone thinking of opening their mouths to break the uncomfortable silence in the slightest, until...

"Come up here"...it was little brother who finally spoke first.

Choi Junhong got up from the floor... glanced at the empty space on the bed and sat precariously on the foot of the bed.

"Move closer here...right here." A small palm gently patted the seat next to him.

The young boy looked at his older brother's "right here" anxiously, letting out a shaky breath as he raised his hand to ruffle his brightly colored hair. I feel irritated to say the least.

No...he wasn't upset...but would Youngjae hyung know that this was about to drive him crazy?

Junhong agreed to sit in the empty spot next to him. The smaller man finally sat down, folded his arms, his back straight and he looked away from the sweet face of the person next to him.

Every action is in Yoo Youngjae's eye canals...

“Whatever you want to preach, please come quickly.” The young man turned to speak to the bedside lamp.

Youngjae knows...Junhong isn't a rough kid. He knows that. "Something" made his little boy act and speak like this. He just wants to be friends. Elder or counselor...anything that helps Junhong express what's inside of him.

The little boy took a breath before clearing his throat a bit, trying to calm his nerves and control his heart rhythm to a normal matter regarding what he thought was a good decision to talk about.

"Hyung...followed you to the practice room last night."

The tall youth's wide back instantly tensed after his short sentence. That...he secretly looked at those reactions before steadying his voice and continuing.

"I understand, Junhong. Men like us have to have each other...." His small hands unconsciously pressed together, "And you're...growing..."

"What do you see?"

"Huh?" A little dazed by the sudden question, "Uh... well, I saw you doing uh..."

“Help yourself…” This time, it was him who was startled until his face went numb because he didn't expect that straightforward sentence, "So what did you hear?"

"Junhong, I'm just telling you, be careful what you do...."

"I asked...What did you hear?"

Once again, Youngjae accidentally bit his lip. The soft voice didn't have a hint of threat or expectation...but he had to avoid the sharp eyes that were hiding something that he couldn't explain.

Youngjae might know Junhong well...

But there is something that Youngjae may not have known...not noticed...or forgotten, that is...

Choi Junhong is not a "kid" anymore.

The tall figure moved closer, leaning his face down to meet his gaze again with the round eyes that had been hiding from him a moment ago...

"Brother Youngjae..." The heart of the person being called couldn't help but shake.

“Please tell me what you heard...don't avoid me. Don't lie to me..."

Originally intended to warn and give advice, but now Youngjae feels that It was him who was being pinned down and cornered.

...with pleading eyes that had only his image reflected in those sharp eyes.

"Ah...uh...Junhong."

"Shh..." I felt the warm breath pouring into my ears.

"Close your eyes...and relax." That soft, gentle voice was like magic...

Youngjae doesn't know when or how it happened...all he remembers is that his lips were bitten and swallowed by a spoiled child who stole and swallowed him over and over again until he could barely breathe, accompanied by a whispered rant like, "Very sweet" and then "Please give me more"...I don't know what it was until it was swollen, bruised and moist so I left it but after a while it came back again.

...and made the huge mistake of thinking that it would end there.

The small figure at this moment almost disappeared into the broad chest of the young man sitting side by side. The more he retreated, the more the embrace and the touch of the large palm beneath him became tighter and more urgent.

That's right...he was being melted by Choi Junhong by that embarrassing touch.

"Brother Youngjae...don't bite your lip. It's already bruised."

Once again, the cocky boy whispered against his lips, as if comforting, but it wasn't. The hot tip of his tongue teased, teaching him that he shouldn't do that, causing him to accidentally part his lips and let out a moan that he couldn't hold back.

"Ah...ah...no more. P...that's enough. Junhong, hyung...oh."

Her slender, white legs under her thin pajama pants trembled, a small hand clenched with sweat pressed against a large wrist that moved rhythmically as if to stop her.

But Junhong knew...that it wasn't.

Sharp eyes carefully captured the most beautiful details of one of the most precious moments of his life...

His small body twisted and trembled painfully, his rounded hips swayed and swayed to the rhythm of his hot palms, wanting release. His ears were ringing and his eyes were blurry, unable to perceive anything except the sensation of Choi Junhong's unique body odor and sway...

Why is he like this...?

His eyes suddenly widened in surprise when one of the hands that had been holding the large hand down to find a foothold was removed and brought into contact with the heat that squeezed his body tight in his jeans. The meat is soft.

Even though he's a man...and even though he knows that when he has feelings like this, that part of his body naturally has to expand, but that doesn't mean that he has to come in contact with the stiffness of other people. When will not being yourself be normal?

And when he accidentally turned to look at the person he was almost cradled in his lap, he almost turned his head away when he met dazzling eyes that clearly indicated his purpose, not holding back the slightest bit... This was Choi Junhong. Is it really cute that he likes to kiss his cheeks so often?

But before the confusion could take its toll, the touch on his wrist loosened...but that only made Youngjae feel many times more embarrassed than before.

"I'm not forcing you...I just want you to know how I feel about you."

Those modest words that seemed incongruous with his trembling voice and heated gaze almost caused Yoo Youngjae to explode himself.

No...it would be easier to just kill this brat.

His full lips pursed in contentment. Having never been born, he had never had to do such an embarrassing thing to anyone.

But when the slender fingertips fluttered across his body once again along with the honest confession that gently flowed but easily shook his emotions and heart...

Yoo Youngjae immediately knew that he had lost…

He had given up everything to this child...

"From now on...you may think you look down on me, that's okay, but don't hate me.

"I want you to know that it's not just a momentary sentimentality...

"It's not just because hormones are raging and you have to let out something like that...

"...Just because I want to do it with you, I feel this way only with you...

"I love Youngjae hyung."

Just a feeling… ~ END ~

Final chapter...

“Hey! Junhong-ah~ You're so cool. Yesterday we almost died and didn't make it through the build. Today we recorded just one round and the PDs almost hugged each other and cried...What did you do to train!?"

Jung Dae Hyun seemed truly amazed at the maknae's leaps and bounds in development. Even hugging each other's necks and praising each other endlessly.

A pair of sharp, glistening eyes looked past the still-faced person who was observing carefully. You could see his cheeks and ears tinged with a faint rosy glow. Sitting and playing on the iPod Touch as if displeased with everything around them.

Choi Junhong turned around and smiled until his cheeks were dimpled before giving an answer that left the audience confused.

...except for one person.

"It's just...feelings, Daehyun hyung."

Just a feeling...Real End

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