{09.} YunHo & BoA

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Another little thing for the INDIE MUSIC DRABBLE FEST :3 I’ve always liked this ship, for some reason. So, here it is.

# YunHo/BoA
# Signals – Dinosaurs on Mars!
# PG (like, mentions of sex, but… nothing #suchinocence) | Non-AU | Fluff-ish
# 1.507w (I realize saying that this is a Drabble is like saying that an 89-minute movie is a short, but hey… what was I supposed to do?)


“BoA sunbae-nim is always so cool” JunSu sighs dreamily and YunHo looks up to the screen of the TV where the broadcast is playing. It will be their turn soon, so they should really be warming up more rather than staring at their colleague in awe. It’s not like they’ll have to sing for their first live, but there are virtually a hundred ways they could still screw up. Yet, YunHo can’t tear his eyes away from the TV. Watching BoA perform, it feels like he’s staring at a weird mirage.

YunHo has known this girl since before their debut, got to train with her when they were both thirteen and awkward and desperate to get recognition; and while YunHo thinks he hasn’t really changed, it feels like BoA has grown completely out of that. He has always been aware of her talent and perseveration, but really, seeing her onstage is always a different sort of experience. Ever since she debuted, her performance has been on an entire level altogether.

She’s so short and thin, tiny even, yet she fills the stage with her mere presence, with all her light and energy.

There’s such an ease to her, a sort of fluid dignity that sticks to her every move. She’s tiny, really, and yet she looks so powerful onstage, like a true music goddess.

After the show, they meet on the corridor and she takes her time in front of him, looking up and beaming a bit—or maybe YunHo’s just projecting. Her eyes twinkle and she smiles brightly, a beautiful youthful smile that doesn’t match her confident demeanor. She strokes YunHo’s shoulder, the gesture just a bit more intimate than usual.

“You did well, oppa” she says, and then adds, “I’m proud of you.”

If possible, YunHo thinks his heart is beating louder than when he was onstage.

°°°

“Ah, our YunHo, so handsome” and YunHo’s head snaps up in surprise, feeling the way BoA’s fingers trail his shoulder in a light slithering progression. It’s a feather-like touch, yet he feels sparkling in his stomach. Her fingertips almost dance their way side to side, sure and familiar; YunHo blushes, wondering how he can still feel like such a schoolboy around one of his best friends. Maybe it’s only when they’re alone… “DBSK did well. Even if you almost tripped there during O… or was it Rising Sun?”

“Hey! I didn’t—“ BoA bites her lower lip to conceal her laughter and YunHo forgets what he was about to say. “Well. Thanks. Not too bad yourself.”

“Such praise, really,” BoA laughs. YunHo blushes even harder.

It’s weird, the way he’s so constantly on edge near BoA but still feels completely at ease. They are friends, even if his heart is always wondering—what if this is more?

They talk for a while, joking and commenting the rehearsals in great detail until YunHo gets called by DBSK’s manager to join the rest. He moves to stand up but BoA softly presses a hand to his shoulder before he gets to. She leans in and kisses his cheek, standing up herself first.

“See you later” she winks, striding away with that fluid walk of hers.

YunHo swallows thickly as he walks back to his members, who are all eyeing him intently.

“YunHo, I think BoA is hitting on you” JunSu mumbles, dumbstruck, and behind him YooChun, JaeJoong and ChangMin snort at unison.

“Dude, BoA has had a major crush on YunHo since day zero” YooChun explains, gesturing a lot as if JunSu were dumb and ChangMin snickers. “You really are dense, aren’t you?”

“And YunHo, too! Let’s not ignore the disgustingly gooey eyes he makes at her” JaeJoong bats his eyelashes, supposedly imitating their leader. “I call she wants to make him ask her out first, if YunHo-yah just had the balls to take the lead.”

“Hey! I have balls, okay?”

“Pst. Tiny squirrel ones.”

For some reason, that makes YooChun and ChangMin lose it. YunHo wonders idly if going solo would be that bad at this point.

…He’s also wondering what he has been waiting for all these years.

°°°

In the end, it just… happens.

They are at an SM party, a real one this time: no cameras after twelve thirty and lots of booze to relax. They are not too frequent, as the company does not really endorse them, but they see the need of getting all those crazy youngsters’ party needs met at home, so, party it is!

After his third drink, he gets bold enough to, as JaeJoong blatantly puts it, “make his move”. He asks BoA to the dancefloor, half expecting playful rejection, but she follows easily, one of her arms sliding around his waist like countless time before. Somewhere in the background, JunSu whistles.

Once in the dancefloor, they stare at one another and YunHo starts to fear this will be incredibly awkward. BoA breaks apart to start moving and YunHo frowns.

He puts a hand on the small of BoA’s back to pull her near, leaning so their faces are more leveled. “No, I meant I wanna really dance with you” he whispers and she smiles, pleased. They start moving to the song’s beat, the moment intimate and just a bit odd. It’s almost as if YunHo can feel the cogs of their relationship shifting, or rather, being set in motion.

She licks her lips and moves her hips in tandem with his, her hands clutching the back of his neck carefully, with just enough pressure for him to feel her short nails against his skin. Is it weird this feels so right? Is it weird that way they finally kiss it feels like something they have always meant to have done?

YunHo feels the floor has been yanked from under his feet and he can’t stop kissing her, her mouth warm and perfect, her body pliant but moving in his arms.

Without much recollection of the logistics, they get to BoA’s apartment and stumble through the rooms up to the bedroom. YunHo’s lost his shirt and BoA is sporting only shorts and a bra, but hell if any of them have paid attention to whether their clothes are actually within the apartment.

There’s playfulness in the way BoA pulls him towards the bed, on top of her. There’s challenge in the way she kisses him, in the way she touches boldly, just like she wants to be touched. There are endless kisses to be dispensed all over her soft, warm skin. There’s no need for words, only touches come into play and YunHo finds himself lost in a pleasure he doesn’t recall ever feeling, not like this.


He wakes up alone in bed, with a major hangover and the sinking feeling inside his chest that he’s fucked up big time.

He’s about to crawl to the bathroom to cry or retch or both before running away to never return to this place when he catches sight of a small note on the night table, the handwriting rushed yet still somewhat graceful.

Had a blast. Let’s repeat ♥ XO, B.

So damn cheesy… and kind of truly awesome and irresistibly cool as well.

°°°

When he wakes up that day, it’s not to an empty bed.

BoA is curled to his side, her legs relaxed and intertwined with his, her hair messy, her eyes doing that weird-dreamy thing that kind of makes it seem like she’s having a stroke—she’s absolutely breathtaking like this.

Sometimes, SMTOWN tours are the best.

Minutes later, her breathing starts to heave, and her expression softens only to look sharper, more awake. Her eyelids flutter until her eyes finally open, consciousness slowly seeping through.

“What is it?” she whispers, voice a little rougher than usual just from sleep.

“I’m just happy” YunHo replies, wondering if she can hear the gooeyness in his voice too. He holds her a bit closer, nose inhaling the scent of her hair and she smiles, sleepy still.

“Aw, baby, you’re so cheesy. You know, I used to wonder… Will it be too much, dating someone so romantic?”

YunHo’s brow hitches. He doesn’t think there’s anything wrong in openly demonstrating how much you love your partner. “Do you still feel like that?” BoA shakes her head, a playful smile on her mouth, her eyes twinkling. This is when BoA’s the most impressive: when they are alone and she looks at him and there is just such vitality in her every move, energy contained in her gaze, natural ease and beauty and life.

“Because I know now; you’re the guy I’m going to marry” she explains merrily, pecking his lips and getting up. YunHo watches, openmouthed, as she nearly floats across the room, her naked frame tiny and elegant as always, but utterly relaxed. She stops to get a tee from her open suitcase and then moves to the bathroom.

YunHo lets out a sigh he hadn’t realize he was holding.


In the end, YunHo understands he’s been irrevocably seduced since the beginning.


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