KNK BOYxBOY SMUT ONESHOTS

Backscratch (Seungjun x Jihun)

  This is by Hak_Yeah on AO3. All credits of this fic goes to her.

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Summary: Jihun just wanted a backscratch, and boy did he get a lot more.  

Jihun laid face up on his bed, watching the ceiling fan spin

endlessly as it sent cool air down upon him. He couldn't get to sleep.

He rolled around, shifting each and every way possible before groaning
loudly into his pillow. Admitting defeat to his consciousness, he
pulled out his phone and began to scroll through his social media and
smiled at the comments that Tinkerbells left. It was nice, but it
wasn't helping him get to sleep. He set down the phone on his night
stand and swung his legs out from under the sheets, placing them on
the cold hardwood flooring. It sent shivers up his spine as he headed
across his room, one destination in mind.

Seungjun's room.

Jihun was seeking out the familiar comfort of his back being
scratched, warm fingers pressing against his shirt and rubbing at his
skin. Seungjun said he hated it, but Jihun knew that was a front. The
older boy always scratched the leaders back when he wasn't asked, even
if they were filming. Jihun giggled, wondering how many fans they have
killed with their skinship.

When he reached his band mates room, he carefully opened the sliding
door and slipped through the gap. Seungjun was asleep, but not for
long.

"Seungjun?" He tiptoed over to his bed and shook his shoulder,
"Seungjun, wake up!"

The tall guy curled up in the blankets unraveled himself and sat up,
blinking his bleary eyes as he tried to focus on what's in front of
him. His brain finally registered that it was Jihun who was in front
of him, giving the only slightly shorter male a response of slightly
slurred words, "What do you want?"

Jihun smiled and tilted his head to the side, trying to be cute, "Can
you scratch my back, please?"

Seungjun groaned and flopped back into his bed sheets, covering his
face with a pillow. He began groaning through the pillow in a muffled
but exasperated tone, "Why did I wake up...?"

Jihun had to hold in his laugh, feeling quite evil at the moment. He
just wanted some help relaxing and going to sleep, no harm in that,
right?

He pushed back the covers and laid on his belly, smiling towards the
still pillow covered face of his hyung.

"You woke up because if you didn't, you'd get in trouble." He said
matter-of-factly.

"Like you even have that much authority..." Seungjun scoffed, "Just
because you're the leader and have trained the longest doesn't mean
you can punish me for not giving you a back scratch."

"I don't have to punish you, but I can if I want in my own way," Jihun
said, continuing in a low whisper, "I could tell our Tinkerbells that
your left side drawer has extra small condoms in it."

"That's a lie and we both know it."

"What? Me telling Tinkerbells or your small penis?"

"Both!" Seungjun whispered, "And talk quieter. I don't want to wake up
the others with penis talk."

"Like its the first time they've heard that," Jihun said, but obeyed
Seungjun's wishes anyway. Usually the older was more playful, and it
was throwing the younger off, "So how about that back scratch?"

Seungjun didn't say anything and just nodded, grumbling a bit about
how he "should just buy him a back scratcher for his next birthday,"
as Jihun laid flat on his stomach. He lifted up his grey sweatshirt up
a tiny to facilitate the whole process and save Seungjun the trouble
of trying to shimmy the fabric up to get his hand under.