#joongkhaotung

[fadelbison]

https://x.com/JoongOfficialTH/status/1859303863179936140

J was present in the nc scenes of fk.

Every day I'm in this fandom I age a thousand years. Here you go nonnie fic because what else was i supposed to do. sorry i keep putting them in cars, its an uncomplicated setting for privacy.

[Joongkhaotung; PG-13]

He’s surprised when Khaotung asks if he wants a ride home. Joong looks awkwardly towards First but First is sitting unbothered getting his tattoos removed, not even looking at them. Khaotung’s offer makes sense since they live close together; he doesn’t know why he’s surprised.

Except that, First and Khaotung just filmed a really intense love scene and he assumed– well he doesn’t know what their deal is, not really – it’s just that even he feels it a little hard to just say goodbye to Dunk after staying smooshed mostly naked for hours.

Khaotung blinks and tilts his head like he’s waiting for an answer.

*

Perhaps, he should have said something a little more sensible than, “Wow, you really need to be flexible to shoot a scene like that huh?” Maybe Khaotung’s knowing little smirk should have embarrassed him. But Khaotung only says, “I guess.” and Joong can’t regret anything because he just flirted with Khaotung and Khaotung let him, “But we support each other, Fir had to push my legs back today.” There’s a little pause before he adds, “hold them open.”

Joong doesn’t know what he should say, he’s mostly panicking, the rest of him focused on keeping himself deathly silent and maybe just the tiniest part wants to keep flirting, wants to see which direction this goes. They’re in Khaotung’s car, cooped up closer than he’s ever wanted to be when he’s paralyzed like this. He’s glad Khaotung is driving but any minute now they’re going to come across a stop light and then Khaotung will turn to him and see with his eyes, how flushed he is, how he can’t help but fidget in his seat.

Khaotung just flirted back and Joong feels like it’s too late already, that Khaotung knows how the image of him bouncing in First’s lap, face etched in ecstasy is already imprinted onto Joong’s brain, permanently. He’s not sure how the professional barriers are supposed to go up again.

“Are you worried about yours? Isn’t that why you’re here? To get some pointers.” Khaotung asks after a long silence, still not looking at him even though they’re at a stoplight. Instead, Khaotung has his head a little bit tilted just so he could look out the driver’s window. From this angle Khaotung’s jawline looks sharp and extremely biteable.

Joong doesn’t know if he wants the professional barriers to go back up again, “Yeah it’s intense were you nervous about it?”

Khaotung laughs, a hearty sound “Of course. But First makes everything better. Always.”

“Wow, you two are really in–” Joong knows it’s awkward to do, cloth and padding between them, trying to get close in a way that looks natural but also doesn’t block off the camera and god the camera, often moving right to your face, an awful mechanical sound, trying not to look stiff, sweat gathering on skin the longer it goes. It’s awful to do, but so so good to witness, “–sync.”

“Yeah? Good.” Khaotung says, rubbing his head shyly, “There’s certainly more-” He waves his hand around “-where that will be handy. If you’re nervous then it helps talking to your partner.” Khaotung throws him the quickest, most devastatingly mischievous glance, “Just like real sex.”

“What pointers can P’Khaotung give me?” Joong wishes that he didn’t sound so clenched, throat dry and voice strained. The question sits heavy in the air.

But Khaotung only laughs again, “About sex?” Joong feels ravaged by the way Khaotung quirks his eyebrows. He knows it’s a joke but he wants so desperately to say yes. He can’t stop thinking about First’s hand on Khaotung’s waist when they filmed Bison riding Kant. Jojo was pointing out poetics of the shot to him, the way the rings and necklace provide a sharp contrast, desperately needed in the swarm of red and yellow light engulfing them otherwise, how important it was that Khaotung kept his hands where the camera would catch the rings, that First kiss Khaotung’s chest only in a few predetermined spots so that the lines of Khaotung’s body are pulled into focus. 

But all Joong could think about was the way First’s hands, the ones out of the shot, looked balancing Khaotung’s hips. They grip him clumsily, nothing like the artistic flair of Khaotung’s fingers spread across First’s back. It’s artless in the way that it is functional, they’re not even touching at the hips, Khaotung probably can’t even feel that he’s straddling First, except for his hands that grip him tight, possessive in the easy way they slide to adjust Khaotung’s shifting weight.

“Yes.” Then, “Filming it.”

Khaotung looks at him quickly again, but doesn't answer his question, “We’ll be there in a minute.”

Khaotung parks in a darker spot in the garage instead of right in front of the elevators. Then he unbuckles his seatbelt and pulls Joong into a kiss. It lasts the duration it takes for Khaotung to gently kiss his bottom lip twice before pulling back to ask him if it was okay. Except he doesn’t ask, just tilts his eyebrows like that, all sultry and challenging, the way he’s been doing it to First all through filming. How does First stand it?

Joong experiences the kiss for seven lifetimes, flickering between wonder and disbelief, even as Khaotung’s lips only brushes a ghost of a touch on his. It takes Joong much too long, long enough that the self assured smile starts drooping on Khaotung’s face, only just a little but it’s enough for Joong to spring into action, pull him in with a firm grip on the back of his neck.

Joong doesn’t bother with politeness, kissing him hard, the way he’s been wanting to since he walked into the room and saw First and Khaotung cuddled on the bed, likely figuring out positions, Khaotung pulling First onto his lap over and over until it looked practiced and smooth. Khaotung doesn’t seem to want to bother with politeness either, nibbling on his lips until Joong finally opens his mouth to let their tongues slide together. 

He’s so hard just from kissing Khaotung. No, not just because the whole evening Khaotung has been–

Khaotung breaks the kiss with an obscene smack, smiles at him guilelessly with Joong’s spit glistening around his lips, “you like him too, right?”

Him.

First.

Joong is pretty certain he had, like the rest of the room, gasped a little when First pulled his shirt off, flexing his back that tapered off into his still narrow waist and pert ass.

He nods before he’s really thought of an answer.

“Great, then come home with us next time.” Khaotung says, cheerfully buckling his seat belt and turning on the ignition again.

Us.

Right.

First and Khaotung.

[mm-nani-fics]

joongkhaotung [nonsexual?] puppy play

“P’Khaotung do you want to come upstairs?”

The question is superfluous, he’s already parked in his apartment’s garage. But Khaotung doesn’t move until he asks. Khaotung’s response is to slowly amble out of the car and entirely wordlessly follow Joong to the elevators.

Joong gets to look at him in the elevator, likes how they stand nearly at height but Khaotung still somehow manages to look tiny and cute in his oversized shirt, lips pursed in thought as he plays with his sleeves, ignoring Joong.

‘Just like picking up a stray,’ Joong thinks, as Khaotung falls in step behind him on their way to his apartment. Khaotung hands Joong his bag and takes off his shoes but otherwise doesn’t move from the entryway, not until Joong has brought back his collar.

Khaotung finally looks at him when he’s fastened the buckle of the simple black leather band around his neck. He undresses Khaotung with slow, lingering touches and whispers the little ‘sit’ in reverence when he’s done.

Khaotung drops to his knees immediately, leans into Joong when he pats his soft hair, “there, there pup. You did good today.” Khaotung whines a little in his throat then crawls on his hands and knees to follow Joong into the house. He stops and whines when Joong picks up his controller. 

Joong drops it immediately. Khaotung might have said that he’s happy going along with whatever Joong does in his house when they do this but it’s become fairly obvious that there’s only a few activities that Khaotung finds actually relaxing.

“Come boy,” He says, “Let’s make dinner.” Khaotung follows him, still crawling across Joong’s spotless floors and climbs onto one of the dining room chairs with his knees folded and feet up on the seat. Joong only allows himself glimpses of Khaotung when he’s like this, relaxing in his house, naked as the day he was born. It’s difficult to know how much he’s allowed to stare. 

But just these glimpses are - they’re already fairly rewarding. There’s an easy, lazy expression on Khaotung’s face as he watches him work. The lines of Khaotung’s biceps are sharp from the strain of holding his knees up on the chair. Joong runs his hand through Khaotung’s hair, enjoys the pleased little smile it evokes especially when he ends the gesture with gentle scratches behind his ear.

Joong brings out his tablet and sets it on the table in front of Khaotung. The FaceID unlocks the tablet for Khaotung and he immediately clicks through to the bird catching game meant for actual cats. Joong had downloaded it as a joke, fully expecting Khaotung to play one of the games meant for people but he’d seemed delighted at Joong’s foresight and had happily tapped the birds with his nose.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Heart Killers time, woot woot!

I do have to say, watching what's happening with Jack & Joker right now, I hope people are not letting their expectations get ahead of them with this one either... though I know that's probably a futile wish. Expectation is such a thief of joy, y'all.

Anyway, my only expectation in this is I will have a good time, so let's do it!

How this man doesn't just expire from Bison doing this to him, I have no idea.

Oh, this line. Jojo knows us so well.

Ooh, we're having a black vs red debate!

In Bison's defense, he looks really good in red.

Something cracks me up about Kant looking for hookups at the bowling alley. Is that really good hunting ground? Maybe in Thailand? Definitely not in the U.S.

Oh Jojo, you bad, bad man.

I am gonna get full on obsessed with Dunk's tummy, aren't I?

Also just realizing how much of this show I am going to spend thinking how good the pairings of FirstDunk & JoongKhaotung could be...

Lolol, target acquired!

Ha, this is so me when a man tries to tell me what to do.

I like Bison being all "if you wanna fuck me, just say so". We have a very direct man here.

Nooooo, Style don't be a stupid driver.

I was not expecting an early Fadel/Style meetup! See, it's fate.

Way to make a horrible first impression Style! But I am loving how their dynamics are. Fadel is such a tight ass, it's gonna be great when he cracks.

Quite a first time scene for our boys! And people say GMMTV is gonna tamp down the gay, lololol.

Also can we take a moment to admire this shot? The red, the mirrors, there's a lot going on here. Beautiful.

I like that the burger uniforms are a mix of Fadel & Bison colorwise.

I also think it's hilarious that Fadel ordered black plastic gloves to maintain his aesthetic.

Omg, I am dying that Bison shot a gun at karaoke. He's a little disaster.

Hmmmm, mother? Interesting...

Ooh, silver fox alert!

Always appreciate some eye candy for us older fans.

Ah, of course the cop is a manipulative jerk. Hot, but a jerk.

Ain't this just a mood.

Heh, when the man you just had mind-blowing sex with turns out to be an assassin you have to stalk. If I had a nickel...

Oh, I think Style is gonna be my favorite. Dumb and chaotic.

As much as I enjoy a height difference couple, there is something about two men who are the exact same height...

Also love the black & white - because they are opposites!

Wait...does Bison not know how to cook burgers? Did... did he just put the raw patty on the board they use to chop veggies? Am I going to get stressed about food safety in this action romcom?!

I like that Fadel has this subtle air of general menace about him.

Aaaaah, bashful Bison is so cute!!!!! "Take me out...nooooo...really?"

This boy desperately wants to be loved. My heart.

Style is a slutty menace and I love him!

I also love that they are establishing the attraction is there before the deal gets made.

Ah, I was wondering if Kant was a philosophical reference!

Does Jojo have a "First eating burgers" fetish? That's been two extreme closeups in one episode. Just sayin'.

"Crazy and bold" is pretty spot on for Style!

Oh don't try to complain Style, you know you want him.

Ok, the yellow & purple... Are these their real colors, or the ones hiding their real colors as they embark on their mission?

Another costuming note - both Kant & Style had sunglasses as part of their outfits when they started their lying... love that little detail.

Good lord, that many beers and I'd be peeing every two minutes.

Oh! Fadel figuring out they're friends already! What a twist!

This was so much fun!

[fadelbison]

reblogging this to confirm that you are correct im all about the fadelbison and joongkhaotung right now. losing it at being quoted but its trueeeeee i dont think i have single THK thought that isn't at it's core fadelbison.

definitely not a fadelbison blog; unfortunately.

sooooooo.

i've got a bunch of asks pending in my inbox from some lovely anons. and while i will be answering them eventually, i want y'all to know I'm not your resident fadelbison enthusiast. like, yeah, if you throw stuff at me i will definitely sit on it and think and my headcanons/meta will flow, but I don't pay as much attention or give them enough love to think about them actively. it reminds me of how very much into miyacest or the daetwins (from pearl boy) i was and if I can't bring that energy for fadelbison, i think that's unfair lol.

one of the better blogs for this topic is kevin-the-bruyne (not tagging them because i dunno if they like me or not, whoops) who has said, and i quote, “i don't have a single kantbison headcanon that isn't at it's core fadelbison.” also they have some tasty thoughts and tastier fics to offer, so i suggest you follow them.

on that note, if you'd still like to scream in anon in my inbox about fadelbison, feel free to do so. i might even accidentally get some ideas and start writing a fic.who knows.

[fadelbison]

slowly losing my mind over joongkhaotung

[fadelbison]

I am legit sweating balls over my joongkhaotung fic on ao3 there’s only one other on that tag (also filthy porn) that I even started searching where Thai people go to find fics 😂😂😂 since I don’t see any fics in Thai on AO3

[fadelbison]

is gmmtv lore more insane than fanfic?

one thing joong and i have in common is knowing the pains of shipping a rarepair/ghostship. he has posted his own joongkhaotung vampire fanfic because the fangirls simply hadn't delivered.

these gmm boys spin lore for themselves at a speed that will leave even the most zealous fujoshi in the dust, it is simply the most fun I've had shipping in a hot sec