Beautiful

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/16443047.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: UNB (Band), U-KISS, Newkidd (Band), The Unit: Idol Rebooting
Project (TV)
Relationship: Ji Hansol/Lee Junyoung | Jun
Characters: Ji Hansol, Lee Junyoung | Jun
Additional Tags: First Kiss, Fluff, Jun is whipped, but wbk, Hansol is confident, and shy, i
still don't know how to tag, Dancer!Hansol, Dancer!Jun, non-canon
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Battle Of Dancers
Stats: Published: 2018-10-28 Words: 1,839 Chapters: 1/1
 Beautiful
by chiara_394jrrt

Summary

When Hansol asked him to meet, Jun wasn't expecting that to happen. Apparently, Hansol
could surprise him in more ways than one.

Notes

Hi again, everyone!
I'm back with this little one-shot! I've been planning this one for a long time, and I've finally
wrote it. This is actually a spin-off for the social media AU I am writing on Twitter. You don't
have to read that one to read this one, but you might not get some of the references in the fic.
I'll write at the end of the chapter what the "plan" Jun is talking about is, if you don't know.
Btw, here is the link to the social media AU, if you wanna read that too. It's actually a Feeljin
AU, not a Junsol one, but there is enough shipping content for either ship, as I'm whipped for
both.
Before we start, I'd like to thank my beta, SenpaiJecho! Again, thank you a lot for helping me
out ♡

See the end of the work for more notes

Jun could sense Hansol was nervous.

The elder’s hands were shaking, and he couldn't seem to look at the younger in the eye.

Jun was worried. He didn’t know what to say or do to make the elder feel better, considering
he didn’t know what was making him so upset. He even ignored why Hansol had called him
in the first place. The blond had sounded confident over the phone, but now he was the exact
opposite. Maybe Jun had done something wrong? He had barely said anything!

“Where are we going?” The taller asked, as Hansol walked in front of him. Jun had been
following him for the last five minutes, going... somewhere. He didn’t know their destination,
but he trusted the elder blindly.

“You’ll see in a few minutes,” The other replied, still not looking at him. Hansol’s gaze was
focused entirely the road.

“We’re almost there.” Jun nodded in response, but he then murmured an ‘okay’ when he
remembered the blond couldn't see him.

The street they were walking on was familiar, but he still couldn't understand where they
were going. There were too many places there that could be their destination, as he and
Hansol had visited them before: The Unit café, which they stopped by regularly, the mart
where they bought ramen a few days prior, Jun’s own apartment, the dance studio, the bakery
which made incredible pastries... Jun was clueless. The fact that Hansol was that nervous
made everything worse.

The elder had never acted like that near him. Sure, he had been a little unsure at first, or
embarrassed and blushing when Jun got too flirty, but never nervous. And that made Jun
apprehensive too, but he was too afraid to ask.

The street was empty, so Jun took his time to observe the blond. He was wearing a pair of
round and thin framed glasses, a simple white t-shirt with a black jacket on top of it, a pair of
simple jeans and converse. He was carrying a black backpack, the one he used to carry his
stuff for dance practice. The latter object was what was throwing Jun off the most: why
would he be carrying around his dancing equipment? Yeah, they were walking down the
street for the dance studio, but what would they be doing there?

Unless... no. Hansol didn't know about Chan’s plan, so that couldn't be it.

Jun sighed softly and walked closer to the other, placing a hand on his arm. Hansol froze for a
moment at the sudden contact but relaxed soon after.

“Is everything okay, hyung?” The taller asked. The elder finally looked at him, chewing on
his bottom lip, but he diverted his gaze quickly. Jun frowned.

“I’m just nervous,” Hansol was staring at the road in front of him again. Before he could ask
anything, the shorter continued: “You’ll... you’ll see in a bit, just wait a little longer.” He
sounded so nervous that Jun could do nothing but nod. He stayed quiet, caressing Hansol’s
arm as a silent form of support. Then, slowly, he slid his hand down, to take his hand in his.
Hansol didn’t retract, so Jun intertwined their fingers together and squeezed his hand gently.
With the corner of his eye, he saw the blond smiling at the gesture.

Contentment spread in Jun’s chest.

Jun didn't expect Hansol to carry out Chan’s plan, but, apparently, that was exactly what he
was going to do.

The brunette knew he was screwed when Hansol excused himself from the dance studio to go
and change to what seemed the clothes he had used for his performance. He knew he was
going to die in the spot — no, his figurines would not go to Chan after his death — when the
elder came back with a choker and a white shirt unbuttoned at the top.

He hoped the other couldn't see the blush that was rising to his cheeks, but he doubted that.
He felt like he was going to combust on the spot.

Hansol was breath-taking.

Jun didn't have other adjectives to describe Hansol while dancing —words wouldn't have
made him justice. The younger remembered to breathe only when his lungs had started to
ache, demanding oxygen. Maybe it was the lack of the latter that had made Jun completely
gone.

He was falling, and he was doing it fast.

Hansol was focused entirely on his dance routine, and his gaze was hypnotizing; his moves
were smooth, precise, clean and their perfection showed how much the elder had practiced.
The passion behind his movements, though, was the real protagonist: Hansol danced with
purpose and motivation. He was totally immersed in the music; his whole being focused on
the beats and the notes that were playing. The nervousness from before had disappeared and,
in front of him, there was now a confident and charismatic man doing what he loved the
most. And the love he had for dancing stood out in every beat he got right, in every
movement he executed, in his gaze and his flow that had Jun enraptured.

Forget the choker and the unbuttoned shirt and whatever the elder was wearing: Hansol as his
own persona, his own self, was the only masterpiece in the room.
Junyoung couldn't look away, and he was also gaping at him, speechless, once the
performance was over.

The blond was panting in front of him, gaze and face looking at his left, still in his ending
pose. Two seconds passed before he relaxed and turned to the younger, a little smile on his
face.

“How was it?” asked Hansol, walking towards the table where the stereo was on. He turned
the music off, the studio falling in complete silence except for the sound of the elder’s
panting. The latter then took the towel leaning on the table to dry the sweat off his forehead.

Jun stayed silent. His brain was still not working properly, and his mind was still focused
solely on Hansol’s figure. He couldn't find the words to express his emotions. How was it?
Beautiful, mesmerizing, sublime, perfect, impeccable, indescribable, marvellous... none of
those adjectives were enough, not even if put all together.

Hansol looked at him again, raising an eyebrow in confusion. His smile had subdued since
the younger was not responding, and he walked closer to him slowly.

“Was it really that bad?” The brunette’s heart dropped when he heard the hint of insecurity in
Hansol’s voice.

“No, no, no, of course not, that was-” Jun stopped, his brain still not able to come up with
something rational; so, he let his heart speak. “You were beautiful,” he said, after taking a
deep breath to calm his frantic heartbeat down. “You are beautiful, Hansol.” He knew his
words weren't enough to make the elder understand, so he made sure to look at him in the
eyes while talking with his most serious (and whipped) voice.

He couldn't express his feelings with simple words, but he could make him understand with
his actions.

The elder went still, mouth slightly agape and cheeks a bright pink, but Jun was fixed solely
on his eyes: there were fear and insecurity in them, but also hope. And that was what gave
him the courage and confidence to step closer to Hansol and cup his cheeks with both of his
hands.

He waited a few seconds to give him the chance to retreat, and when the blonde’s eyes
flickered to his lips, Jun leaned in.

Hansol met him halfway.

Their first kiss was a simple press of lips. Jun let out a small sigh of content when he moved
back. Hansol’s lips felt so soft against his, even softer than he’d imagined them to be. When
he opened his eyes, the elder was already looking at him. Fuck, he looked even more ethereal
up-close. His breath hitched as Hansol’s gaze focused —again— on the younger’s lips.

The elder’s hands travelled up Jun’s sides, to his chest and to his shoulders, to stop at his
nape. He pulled the younger down and stood on his tiptoes to better reach his lips. Jun’s heart
was beating frantically in his chest, while his hands ached to touch the other man and pull
him even closer. So, hugged him by his waist and did exactly that.

Their lips moving together, Hansol in his arms, his scent filling his lungs, his nose pressing
against his cheek, his soft and quick breaths on his skin: everything was Hansol, and Hansol
was everything in his mind. Hansol, Hansol, Hansol.

He had wanted to do this for so long it almost felt unreal.

So, he gripped the other’s waist tighter, pulled him even closer and broke the kiss to look at
him. He had to assure himself that everything was real, or he would have lost his mind.

Hansol’s fingers were gently caressing his neck when he whispered a gentle ‘what?’,
happiness and contentment sparkling in his eyes.

“Can you pinch my arm?” Jun asked, letting out a soft chuckle. The other man giggled in
response and, if Jun’s brain wasn't a ball of softness before, it definitely was now.
Nonetheless, the elder pinched the other’s arm, and he did it hard. The younger left out a
little ‘Ouch’ and pouted.

“So? Is this real enough for you yet?” The blonde was holding back a laugh.

“I’m 80% there,” Jun replied, and he leaned closer again. “Maybe another kiss will convince
me?”

That line was awful, but Hansol’s blinding smile of response was worth it. Jun felt his heart
flutter.

The elder closed the distance between them again, his fingers playing with the strands of hair
at the back of the other’s head.

“I like you so much,” said the brunette between kisses. Saying those words was liberating.
They had been on the tip of his tongue for so long, and when he got them out it felt like a
weight was lifted from his shoulders. Both nervousness and excitement flood through his
blood as he waited for the other’s reaction.

He felt Hansol’s grip on his nape tightening a little, before sliding his hands down to his
shoulders and breaking the kiss. His face was red and his fingers were shaking, but the blond
was looking at Jun directly in the eyes. The latter could see happiness in them, and that was
all he cared about.

“I like you, too,” Hansol said while looking at him. As soon as the words left his mouth,
though, he seemed to lose all his confidence, as he hid his face in the crook of the younger’s
neck. The latter hugged him and, then, left a kiss on his temple.

“Do you want to go out and eat something?” Jun proposed after a few seconds of holding
Hansol in his arms.

The elder raised his head at the question, and nodded in response, before asking with a little
smirk on his lips: “Is it a date?”
Jun directed a blinding smile at Hansol. “Oh, definitely.”
End Notes

Thank you for reading it all! ♡

Btw, for those of you who don't know, in this fic Jun and Hansol are part of two different
dance crews that are both competiting in a show. Hansol (with the rest of his team) did their
performance, but Jun couldn't see it, so Chan said something about Jun asking Hansol to
perform again for Jun only, so that they could spend some time together alone (and Jun could
admire Hansol with a choker up close). Yeah.
That's it.

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