Title: Frolic
Author:
yesunglover Length: Oneshot
Pairing: Leeteuk / Sungmin
Rating: 15
Summary: Sungmin a closet gay and cross dresser strays away from his normal jaunts in the gay district and plays a game with himself in a normal club where he meets a beautiful stranger.
A/N: It’s been a long time since I wrote anything so I hope it’s okay and as usual it’s unbeta’ed so bear with me or point out my mistakes for me okay.
100 fics challenge prompt # 7 - Dark
100 Fics Archive Frolic
He likes it best in the dark, when the night snuffs out the day and the moon selfishly steals from the sun to illuminate her beauty that eclipse even the stars. It’s a time when shadows come out to play with your eyes, your head and everything that lurks in every mortal’s heart. Yes he likes it best in the dark because when he sneaks out of his house cloaked by the velvety night he is no longer Lee Sungmin the straight A student and accomplished martial artist, the apple of everyone’s eyes, the perfect gentleman for every girl in his school and the most likely candidate to be the next student body president. Instead he becomes a night butterfly, fluttering from one place to another, frequenting the gay district with a fake ID. Yes, he’s a closet gay and a cross dresser to boot but he doesn’t care, there’s no one to judge him, no one for him to appal, no need to squeeze himself in a tight mould. In the dark he can be this identity that has nothing to do with his dictated world. That is what the night is for, that is what the night is, a contradictive purpose that kills and brings life simultaneously. Anything is possible when the night creeps in.
He dabs at his forehead with a lacy hanky, carefully lifting the blonde bangs of his wig and hopes that his floral deodorant isn’t overwhelmed by sweat. His heart threatens to hammer its way out of his ribcage having successfully escaped from the clutches of a schoolmate he was dancing with. Maybe he shouldn’t have ventured out of his norm. What if he recognized him? Although he seriously doubts it from the way he was groping his ass.
A rush of adrenaline filled him as he flitted away, hiding amongst a group of girls when he spotted the tall boy weaving his way towards him. His heels click away, letting the male catch a glimpse of him before dancing away again. Hide and seek had never been this fun. He is flattered and slightly aroused by the game he’s playing. He giggles, losing himself in the gyrating bodies, making a circuit of the floor till he reaches the bar. Stalling for a moment, he then squeezes himself between the throngs of men, deciding he could use a drink and apologizes sweetly to those vying for a seat. They didn’t seem to mind, welcoming his intrusion with appreciative eyes and crude remarks from the brasher ones. It empowered him knowing these are all straight men clamouring for his attention. The one beside him is particularly bad, feeding him cheesy lines that are thought to impress.
One catches his eyes though. He feels a stirring inside of him when their eyes met and the guy quirks a small smile showing off a dimple carved into a corner of his mouth. Sungmin nurses his drink, watching him from beneath lowered lashes and throws furtive smiles, playing it cool, playing it coy. He likes his edgy looks, blondish hair with long layers on top and shaved at the sides. He is flashier than he would like on a guy but he won’t deny he’s beautiful. He chews the bottom of his lips, a tiny bit nervous when the stranger makes his way from across him. Can he keep up with this game of deception for a couple of hours at most?
He could always leave.
He watches him approach languidly, his silver jacket looking like colourful scales with the strobe lights dancing on its skin. He turns back to the cheesy liner as the stranger drew closer. He wants him, relishes the challenge within itself he’s almost panting with it.
“Hi.”
He glances up angling for a tad of nonchalance but it fails. His tongue freezes in his mouth, too awestruck by the close up. What he saw as a gorgeous man from far is a ridiculously pretty man up close, so pretty that he is sure to look fantastic in drag and he is slightly envious of the stranger’s beauty. He imagines his skin is as soft and dewy as it looks, like the petals of white rose and eyes that could pierce anyone and reels them into its depths. He consciously knows that he’s downright gawking to the point of looking foolish but he can’t for the life of him make his tongue unglue itself from the roof of his mouth.
“YA! She’s with me!” Bad liner shoves his face aggressively at the stranger and stakes his claim on him.
That thaws him from his paralysis and he bounces off the stool ready to stop any scuffling if needs to, he only hopes that he doesn’t rip his skin tight pants in the process (he had borrowed it from the school’s drama wardrobe). He’s expecting the worse of course because pretty boy doesn’t look like he could handle bad liner who even though significantly shorter than the other, the lack of height is compensated with his bulky build which is by all means a gorilla physique. It’s a no brainer there.
But all he does is stares down his sharp nose stoically and removes bad liner’s hands from his collar with unbelievable ease. Sungmin gapes bewildered and suitably impressed as the other man stumbles back cradling his arm in pain and confusion. Looks like pretty boy isn’t just a pretty boy and it’s like a scene from a bad gangster movie with the hazy club background fitting seamlessly. It’s that cliché scene of two guys fighting over a chick and all the other patrons look on cautiously.
They stand staring at each other, the stranger unruffled while bad liner’s face steadily becomes blotchy. His eyes flicks back to him and determination sets over his features like Sungmin is the trigger for him to redeem himself from humiliation.
“I wouldn’t do that.” The tone of his voice aloof and cold, so cold it chills him.
He steps forward easily towering over the other, his long bangs obscuring the side of his face from view, his profile rigid and hostile. The situation’s getting out of hand fists will surely start to fly if this keeps up. Or so he thought but bad liner suddenly staggers back with eyes bulging and he runs - simply run, swiftly dodging people like a spooked deer.
What was that? What just happened? As far as he could see, pretty boy hadn’t even lifted a finger.
“I’m sorry.” He clicks his hanging jaw shut and turns to the stranger. “You’re not really with him are you?” Sungmin shakes his head. “Figures, someone like you couldn’t possibly be with someone like that.”
Okay that sounds conceited even though he’s complimenting him and he wouldn’t normally entertain this kind of guy but still, he notices all these girls checking him out - genuinely, authentic girls and he’s here chatting him up instead. It’s an ego booster with a guaranteed satisfaction for him. “I’m Leeteuk.”
Instantly forgetting about what he was mulling over just now, he offers up a smile trying not to grin to wide. “I’m Min.”
Leeteuk takes his hand into his and brings it to his lips. “Would you like to dance Min?”
His eyes linger on the perfectly shaped lips that had just brushed his knuckles, his heart fluttering like the schoolgirl he is. He didn’t even think it looks cheesy the way he goes about it. Leeteuk smiles down at him and thread their fingers together before he could respond, like it’s a given and he tugs on his arm. Hundreds of eyes fell upon them or so he feels catching glimpses of envy on painted faces. He’s proud, holding his head high as he struts after Leeteuk with his hand gripped tightly in his. Eat your heart out girls! He’s with me!
He clings onto him as they squeezed their way to the middle of the floor. Someone cheered and Sungmin suddenly finds himself surrounded by males and females who are astonishingly good looking. Never before had he seen so many beautiful people all at once. They’re in the centre of a roughly formed circle and he looks around, taking in the strangers dancing in pairs or alone, smiling and waving at him in welcome. He thought he sees a familiar face in the midst but they were dancing in such a way that he lost her.
“My friends like you!” Leeteuk shouted over the music and as if on cue someone slaps his butt. He yelps and twists around to find a tall girl with long wavy hair and a face that belongs to a goddess behind him. She smiles sweetly, baring a row of white even teeth and she winks devilishly. Leeteuk laughs a peculiar high pitched laugh and draws him into his arms. “She’s mine Yuri.” She pouts good- naturedly and pulls a skinny red head popping and locking to the beat instead.
It feels nice melting into Leeteuk’s embrace and he lets himself be swept away by the music, enthralled and enticed by Leeteuk’s friends spinning around them in a cloud of shimmer and Leeteuk’s hands, his lips and every inch of him mesmerized him. He continues dancing sinuously, shamelessly. His game forgotten and even when the familiar stirring of arousal ripples under his skin he fails to heed the warning of being discovered.
Yuri’s back in front of him again and he smiles at her as she draws close, so close he could count her lashes and feels her lips on his as Leeteuk presses in from behind and rubs himself against him. He moans into her mouth digging deeper into the sweet cavern that tasted kind of like his favourite jam except that it’s far more intoxicating and he digs in deeper as they grind into him, squishing him in the middle and he loves it. He pries his eyes open sluggishly dragging a moan from his bereft lips, annoyed that the other male had pushed her away.
In the blinking lights as she flits away, Yuri’s face seems grotesque.
Suddenly alert, he’s painfully aware of the hardened ache between his legs. In his mounting panic he struggles out of Leeteuk’s grip and tries to barrel his way through a couple. They leer at him and he recoils instinctively from their touch, easing back as everyone close ranks and bumps him back like a human wall. Leeteuk spins him around and crushes their bodies together. Sungmin braces himself picturing the shock and disgust.
“Doesn’t matter.” He says, his hungry eyes not faltering as he yanks him flush against him.
His words are like a catalyst. It’s the key for him to abandon his carefully hidden self and succumb to this intense desire to be touch by a man in his state. And he gives in now that it doesn’t matter, rutting in the middle of the floor gracelessly and tastelessly and he finds it liberating not to give a damn, not when he’s licking aphrodisiac in Leeteuk’s mouth. Everything is just a blur of sensation, stimulated with the spinning world and more than a pair of hands. White noises fill his ears he couldn’t hear himself or even think except feel the pleasure of flesh overrides his mind and when he finally gasps, seeding hot and sticky, nothing is coherent anymore - not Leeteuk’s hooting friends or the strange smile on Leeteuk’s lips. His eyes slid shut.
And when he open his eyes again, even through the cobwebs of his mind he knows something is amiss as they walk under the moonlight. He catches glimpses of that girl again and he is sure they knew each other from before but his memory is like water seeping through his fingers, it’s insubstantial. He eye the others and notices them, the quiet ones. Like the girl, they’re nothing but skin and bones in trendy clothes, gaunt like the living dead. There’s something wrong with them, in fact everything is wrong with all these people and their air of glimmer about them shimmering like heat wave rising from the hot asphalt in summer.
He turns to Leeteuk and the invisible spiders in his brain start to weave their gossamer threads over the clearing cobwebs again. Leeteuk smiles down at him, his eyes flashing from the streetlamps. He is certain that his eyes hadn’t had an upward tilt to it or pupils so dark and large you could drown in them or especially that pointed ears. Even his face seems sharper, his nose, his cheekbones and his chin - they are so perfectly sculpted it looks deformed, so deform he looks frighteningly beautiful.
It’s not right.
He knows this and yet he keeps on walking letting himself be herded with the others into a dark alley. They slip through a brick wall in twos and threes.
This is wrong, so wrong.
Sungmin’s body follows through haltingly with the last of his will that isn’t his any longer and he like the rest vanishes silently like the shadows.
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The dark is a time when shadows come out to play with your eyes, your head and everything that lurks in every mortal’s heart. Anything is possible when the night creeps in.