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wooziscollarbones · 4 years ago

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Diamond Supernova; Pt 2

in which hansol might be a lightweight

Pairing: Vernon/S.Coups/Woozi Rating: PG-13/NC-17 Length: Multichapter Warnings: Language Part: Two/? Stars shine brightest right before they explode.In which S.Coups is a pretty popular undergound rapper and Hansol learns that your idols aren’t always what you expect. Through the whirlwind of misadventures that come with being a part of S.Coup’s entourage, Hansol only knows one constant: S.Coup’s producer and best friend, Woozi. AO3 Version Pro | Pt 1 | Pt 2

The club is even more packed when they exit the employee section and Hansol clings to Mingyu’s arm as the elder guides them to the bar. He can barely breathe as the bodies press in on them and its so similar to the first - and only - time he’d been to a bar that it immediately sets his heart racing. His hands are shaking by the time they reach the bar; he’s never done well with crowds.

Mingyu manages to find them a space at the bar, ordering a drink immediately. There’s a little voice in the back of his head that says it’s a bad idea, but Hansol ignores it and holds a hand up to the bartender. “Two of those, please.”

Mingyu raises an eyebrow but stays silent.

“Can you even see them from here?” Hansol asks when the bartender sets their drinks down. He tries to keep a neutral face as he takes deep drink of the concoction; the smile on Mingyu’s face says he fails horribly.

“Nah, but we won’t be over here, we’ll go sit with Jihoon in the booth.” Mingyu hooks a thumb over his shoulder before grabbing his own glass and up-ending it. He hands the glass back to the bartender and orders another with a smile.

“Are we allowed to do that?”

Mingyu shrugs. “I record their shows, and that’s the best place to get a good shot. Jihoon doesn’t care as long as you don’t get in his way. He’ll probably still bitch about it though.” Mingyu slides a few bills to the bartender as he picks up his fresh drink. “Let’s go.”

Mingyu leads them through the bodies once more to the wall furthest from the entrance. The stage isn’t large, but it’s bigger than Hansol was expecting from the small club, a few feet off the ground with lighting around the edges and a plain brick backdrop.

The booth is a taller platform attached to the edge of the stage with half-walls surrounding it, one of which swings inward when Jihoon sees them.

Even with his height, Jihoon has to lean down and offer a hand to help Hansol up into the booth.

There’s a shelf that comes out from the wall with a laptop, two soundboards, and a half-empty beer bottle on it that Jihoon returns to as Hansol closes the door to the booth behind him. He sees Wonwoo leaning over one of the walls of the booth to talk to Mingyu as he fiddles with buttons and settings on the camera now strapped around his neck. A look over the stage finds Seungcheol kneeling near the edge, a small group of girls crowding around him on the floor below. He seems to be in a better mood, Hansol thinks as he watches the rapper run a hand through his hair an easy going grin on his lips.

Hansol’s seen pictures of him before, watched videos of his performances online, but he’s struck by how much more attractive Seungcheol is in person. His eyes seem to catch the lights, sparkling, his skin smooth and soft looking, and his gummy smile is infectious in a way that has Hansol looking down and sipping at his drink a bit too purposefully. He blames the drink for the warmth in his cheeks when he glances back up and Seungcheol turns that smile towards him.

The rapper stands, waving to the girls who disperse as he makes his way over to the booth, eyes still locked with Hansol’s.

Seungcheol reaches over the wall to grab the beer bottle sitting next to Jihoon’s laptop and takes a swig before setting it back down. He smiles. “Hey, I-”

“Cheol,” Jihoon’s voice is quiet, but it somehow cuts through the music filing the space as his eyes cut to Seungcheol. “Are you done flirting yet? We’re late.”

Seungcheol scratches at the back of his neck, smile turning sheepish as he turns to Jihoon. “Yeah, yeah. Good whenever you are, Ji.” He lifts the beer bottle from the shelf-table once more and lifts it in Jihoon’s direction before drinking.

Jihoon rolls his eyes, focusing instead on the soundboards in front of him. The club’s usual mix fades out as the lights come up on the small stage.

The stage is really nothing impressive, but everything seems to shift as Seungcheol and Wonwoo step up to the front of the stage and Hansol can almost see the exact moment when Jihoon, Wonwoo, and Seungcheol turn into Woozi, Mr. Beanie, and S.Coups. It’s like an eclectic current through the air as the pair’s first song starts up, Seungcheol’s smolder seeming to catch every set of eyes in the crowd, Wonwoo’s voice a growl through his verse that has goosebumps bristling down Hansol’s arms.

He barely catches the smirk Jihoon throws his way before the beat falls away completely, Wonwoo’s voice echoing out with a “Make some noise!” that has all three of them in the booth screaming.

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It feels like the show is over in almost an instant. The lights on the stage dim, the club’s music picks back up as Jihoon works on disconnecting his laptop from the equipment and placing it back into his bag.

Wonwoo makes his way back over to Mingyu who is now flipping through stills on the camera as Seungcheol bounds over to Hansol and Jihoon, pouting when he reaches for the beer on the table again only to have Jihoon lift it to his own lips instead.

“Mingyu,” the rapper calls as Jihoon sets the now empty bottle back on the table. “You’re coming over for drinks right?” Mingyu nods. Seungcheol turns towards Hansol with a lopsided grin. “Bring your friend too.”

Hansol misses Jihoon’s sigh as Seungcheol disappears from sight and they file out of the booth.

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The apartment Mingyu takes them to is a lot nicer than he was expecting, in all honesty. When the elder had told him that the three musicians lived together, he’d been imaging the whole struggling artist abode where everything had this kind of dilapidated charm inside of a cramped living space, but the building they end up at is sleek lines and glass panels, and Jihoon has to buzz them in before the front door will open downstairs.

The elevator takes them to the top floor, where Jihoon is once again the one to let them inside. The apartment is nice, spacious with bright walls and warm lights, a large kitchen with an island centerpiece to the left of the foyer where they take their shoes off.

Mingyu leads them into the living room, an open space with a coffee table, a black, leather wrap around couch, and a large flatscreen mounted on the wall. Wonwoo is seated on one side of the couch by himself, a beer bottle poised between his fingers that Mingyu grabs as he takes the seat to the rapper’s left. In the center of the couch, next to Mingyu, is a red-haired man Hansol doesn’t recognize with a gummy smile and crescent moon eyes when he smiles at the newcomers and a younger looking man with messy black hair and dangling piercings. And finally, next to the black-haired man is Seungcheol, clad in a black tank top and gray sweatpants.

He stands when he sees Hansol, rushing to his side and throwing an arm over his shoulders jovially. “Hey, glad you came. I wanted to apologize for being kind of a dick earlier,” he says as he leads them back over to the couch. “I’m normally not such an asshole-”

“Yes he is,” Jihoon chimes in as he falls into place on Wonwoo’s right.

Seungcheol glares weakly as he pulls them both down and grabs an unopened bottle from the cooler sitting next to the coffee table to hand to Hansol. “Anyway, I’m Seungcheol. These,” he motions to the two beside him. “Are a couple friends of ours-”

“Yours,” Jihoon stresses with a roll of his eyes. Wonwoo chuckles beside the blonde as Seungcheol continues.

“-Soonyoung,” The red head waves at Hansol. “And Chan.” Seungcheol hasn’t removed his arm from Hansol’s shoulders, actually squeezing him a little closer as he lifts his own bottle from the table and raises it into the air, and Hansol ignores the warmth in his cheeks at the motion. “To new friends, another great show, and our Jihoonie who makes all of this possible.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes, but his ears are red as he takes a sip of his drink. Seungcheol grins as he takes a drink from his own bottle and Hansol is caught again by the thought that Seungcheol is really good looking in person, especially this close where Hansol can see a freckle on his cheek and how full his eyelashes are.

Hansol tears his eyes away and practically chugs his drink.

Hansol learns several things in his first hour there. He learns that Soonyoung and Chan are actually Hoshi and Dino, respectively, two artists that featured on a few of Seungcheol’s songs. He learns that Mingyu’s alcoholism is nothing compared to his friends’ as the empty bottles pile higher and higher on the coffee table.

He also learns that no matter what role he is given in Werewolf, Jihoon is always suspicious and is always the one that gets voted out.

“I’m telling you guys, I’m the seer, Mingyu is the werewolf! ” Jihoon is practically growling as the timer for their fourth round goes off and everyone points at him.

Mingyu and Wonwoo cheer as they turn over their cards to reveal a pair of werewolves and Jihoon throws his seer card at Soonyoung.

“This is all your fault for saying I was ‘acting shady.’” Hansol has never seen someone air quote so aggressively.

“You were though!” Soonyoung is crying through his laughter, leaning heavily on Chan.

Seungcheol’s own laughter shakes them both where the elder has Hansol pressed against his side, fingers splayed along the younger’s hip.

The other thing Hansol has learned is that Seungcheol is really touchy. Really touchy.

Somewhere in Soonyoung and Jihoon’s bickering the game is put away, the beer bottles cleared away, and Hansol’s soda is finished off (Jihoon handed it to him during the second round when he himself had stopped drinking.)

Hansol excuses himself to the bathroom as everyone readies to leave, Seungcheol’s fingers dragging across his back as he detached himself. When he returns, Mingyu, Wonwoo, and Chan are gone and Seungcheol is laughing as Jihoon physically pushes Soonyoung out of the front door and closes it behind him with a groan.

“Aww, not even gonna give him a hug goodbye, Ji?”

Jihoon clicks his tongue and digs an elbow into Seungcheol’s side. “Annoying bastard doesn’t understand the concept of personal space.”

Seungcheol ruffles his hair affectionately. “Ah, you love it, admit it.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes before they fall on Hansol with a hand against the wall to steady himself. “Hey kid, if you’re still drunk, you can sleep it off on the couch. I’m going to bed.” He doesn’t look back at the two of them as he heads down the hallway, throwing a simple “Goodnight” over his shoulder as he disappears from sight.

Seungcheol’s now leaning against the wall next to the door and he eyes Hansol as he moves to put on his shoes. “Not gonna crash here?”

Hansol shakes his head, he’s still drunk, for sure, but he doesn’t live too far, he’ll be fine. He’s ready to argue as much until Seungcheol moves, the lines of their bodies meshing together as the elder presses him against the wall, one hand on his hip, the other on the wall above his head.

His breath ghosts over Hansol’s lips when he speaks. “You sure?” He must catch the way Hansol’s eyes fall to the elder’s lips, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, because Seungcheol speaks again before he even responds. “The couch is alright, but my bed is a lot comfier.”

Hansol hums a little. “Bed then.”

Seungcheol finally kisses him two minutes later as his bedroom door shuts behind them.

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