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the biggest little monster
819 words; hyungjoon/jungmin; pg-13
stop callin’, stop callin’ i’m not gonna take anymore. for

compatable. ♥

hyungjoon didn’t really know what to think of lady gaga. he liked her music, and she was a really hot, but why the entire world was using her as a controversy, and why she seemed to want it-- he didn’t really like that. stars deserved their privacy, but fans will be fans, he supposed.

jungmin, on the other hand, was absolutely besotted with her. he listened to all her music, watched all her performances and even pegged her fashions. at first hyungjoon thought it was because he was in the fashion business, but when he walked into his house, he realized it was a bit different. posters of her were hanging all over the walls, decorated every surface. it kind of creeped him out.

but that just might be because in the middle of an intense make out session that had escalated to a blowjobs, he’d looked up and it wasn’t any sort of impressionist painting that he’d seen--no, it was the intense look of lady gaga glaring down at him, eyes caked in eyeliner. hyungjoon made a choked noise around his tongue and his hands clutched feebly at the back of jungmin’s hair, leaned forward to breathe in the stench of his cologne and the smells of sexual love-making. but it happened anyway--

he felt himself go limp in jungmin’s mouth - a more horrible experience, he’d never have. he fell back against the couch, feeling utterly miserable.

“yah,” jungmin glared at him, punching him in the calf. “what’s up with you?”

hyungjoon flushed red, pulling his pants up and looking away, out the window. the only place he didn’t feel ashamed to look. “i just wasn’t feeling it.”

jungmin scowled, flopping on the couch. “that’s not what you said thirty seconds ago.”

hyungjoon swallowed, refusing to look at him. he crossed his arms over his chest. jungmin punched him in the thigh this time and he yelped, curling his legs to his chest. “just drop it, we could watch a movie or something.”

“have you heard lady gaga’s new single?”

hyungjoon scowled, getting to his feet and zipped up his pants. “yes! i have. i’ve also heard all her other albums, watched her music videos, and watched a bunch of other things that frankly, i don’t care about.”

jungmin stared at the same picture of her on the wall that he’d been utterly and uncontrollably turned off at. hyungjoon could almost see jungmin go hard as he did so. he scoffed again.

“i’m leaving,” he said, snatching his jacket off the wall-hanger.

this caught his boyfriend’s attention. “what? but why?”

“because i can’t make out with a girl with fifty pounds of eyeliner on her face staring at us, all the time.”

“but you’d like it if i wore fifty pounds of eyeliner.” hyungjoon froze on the threshold with half a shoe on his foot.

“so, what’s your point?” he asked. when he looked back, jungmin was standing in front of him with his hands on his hips. glaring. hyungjoon had less than a second to put his hands up in defense before the slaps came, and came hard.

“okay, okay!” he cried out after a severe beating. he ought to call him out on abuse one of these days. “but seriously, you’re so obsessed.” another smack. “even if she’s hot, i should be on your number one sexy list.”

a pause. hyungjoon opened his eyes and looked up, hoping his life was saved. jungmin was smirking down at him like he’d owned the world, which he kind of did. “you’re jealous.”

jungmin had fifty two pictures with lady gaga around the house. he had them on the toilet, in his bedroom, there were twelve in the lady gaga-calender that he’d bought to replace the final ss501 calender. half his mugs had a lady gaga picture stamped on it, his fridge had old tickets to her concert, news clippings, and even cut outs from magazines. jungmin had a grand total of five pictures of hyungjoon. one in the living room, one in the bathroom and bedroom respectively, one in his wallet, and one in the kitchen.

yes. he was jealous. “no i’m not.” jungmin smacked him again. “okay, i might be a little.”

“that’s too bad,” jungmin mused, turning on his heel and moving towards the kitchen. “because my love for you can not be compared to a fleeting love~”

hyungjoon snorted at his best impersonation of theater. and then realized what he said. “what?”

jungmin glanced at him from around the refrigerator door. “you heard me.”

“oh,” this changed things. hyungjoon kicked his shoe off his foot and wandered after him. “sooo, about what we were doing...” he murmured, grabbing jungmin’s waist from behind and nipping at his ear. “if you take out the pictures in the bedroom, i think i can manage.”

they’d just have to make out on his way-more-comfortable sofa instead.

a/n: i love lady gaga :( jsyk.

ss501; biggest little monster

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