Black Cat - Donghae/Kibum/Kyuhyun, NC-17
black cat
paralyzing_time
drama, general; nc-17; kikyuhae
3341 words
business is cut throat. you make it or you break it, or maybe both. corporate!au
warnings: sexual scenes, language
notes: for justin, aka genisaurion as part of my drabble request meme, but as you can see, it’s not a drabble. excuse the typos.
pre-production: camera one.
oh, you have this bad habit of
making things sound way too tragic
Kyuhyun raises an eyebrow when Kibum reaches around him to grab something on the desk. When the other male’s arm comes back into view, Kyuhyun sees the small white roll and sighs as Kibum lights it up. Kibum gives Kyuhyun a glance as his free arm wraps around Kyuhyun, who’s currently sitting on his lap.
“What’s up?” Kibum asks him casually and blows a small cloud of tobacco into Kyuhyun’s face, a smirk across his lips when Kyuhyun coughs and scowls from the odor.
“Nothing,” is the only thing that Kyuhyun says before plucking the cigarette out of Kibum’s fingers, putting it to his own lips, and taking a breath. He exhales the nicotine to Kibum before returning the item back. Kibum gives a noise of annoyance when the smell reaches his nose and a chuckle leaves the younger man’s mouth. “Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?”
Kibum scoffs at the mischievous glint in the other’s eyes, having to look up to him. His arm tightens its hold around Kyuhyun’s waist as his face lifts up to meet Kyuhyun’s.
“It’s about to be.” Kibum murmurs before pressing his lips hard against Kyuhyun’s. He bites down onto the younger’s bottom lip when he refused to submit and open his mouth. Kyuhyun growls, but Kibum immediately takes the opportunity, shoving his tongue inside the other’s mouth while it’s open. Right after, Kyuhyun’s muscle is pressing against his own and they tangle together. In the midst of this distraction, Kibum struggles to drop his cancer stick into the ash tray nearby with the obvious realization that he won’t be smoking for some time at the moment.
Kyuhyun grips the collar of Kibum’s suit and leans forward in an attempt to gain control, the lounge chair reclining back from the weight. His attempts waver when Kibum presses back against his body, more intent on dictating the kiss. The piece of furniture leans dangerously low from Kyuhyun’s towering presence over Kibum as he tries harder to dominate, one eye half-lidded and the other closed above the blush that decides to settle on his cheeks.
“Fuck you.” Kyuhyun hisses when they pull away for air, a strand of saliva connecting their lips.
“You wish you could.” Kibum triumphantly smiles as he licks the string away. He leans forward as Kyuhyun leans back, making the chair upright once again. “You’re such a sore loser.”
The younger male huffs, leaning back a little on Kibum’s legs.
Kibum stays quiet, not finding any need to say anything. His smugness does not go unnoticed by Kyuhyun, who scowls even further before continuing his speech.
“You’re going to hell-”
Kibum stops Kyuhyun short by pushing him back onto the desk. Now Kyuhyun lies flat on his back, giving Kibum a quizzical look.
“Since when did you care? And if I’m going, I’m taking you with me.” And Kibum shuts Kyuhyun up by occupying his mouth with his own.
pre-production: camera two.
you have a black backpack full of fireworks
and you’re gonna burn the city down
“You’re so good at this, Kyuhyun-ah.” Donghae comments casually as Kyuhyun sucks at his cock, down on his knees, under Donghae’s desk. Donghae’s hands dig into Kyuhyun’s scalp, interwoven into the silky brown locks. “I’m so jealous of whoever you practiced on.”
Donghae’s words morph into pants when Kyuhyun licks the underside of his length, pressing lightly against the sensitive and heated skin. He tries keeping the smile on his face, but it takes too much energy, so he settles for the pleasure overriding him.
Soon enough, a moan leaves Donghae as his orgasm washes over him; seed spilling into Kyuhyun’s waiting mouth. Kyuhyun obediently swallows it, but some of the sticky substance trickles down his chin. Trying to catch his breath, Donghae gives a small smile from the sight below him and gently pulls Kyuhyun up by his shirt. His tongue laps at his own seed on Kyuhyun’s skin; he kisses the skin when he feels Kyuhyun shudder from the contact. Donghae then kisses Kyuhyun, softly, gently, and has to restrain himself from chuckling when he feels Kyuhyun desperately press back against him.
Kyuhyun’s fingers dig into Donghae’s sleeves like a hook, never wanting to let go but eventually having to. His body feels like it’s on fire, like the whole room is burning and it’s just him and Donghae and a firecracker exploded in their mouths and they’re going to go to hell - together - for all of eternity, but the sparks fade when Donghae pulls away first, like he always does and like they always do. Kyuhyun unconsciously touches his lips and feels a permanent scorch from having been set ablaze from the searing contact.
“You always do that.” Donghae’s voice rings in the air as he zips up his pants and then pulls Kyuhyun into his lap. “Care to tell me why?”
“Of course not.” Kyuhyun snaps back, slightly flustered from having been caught.
Kyuhyun curses himself for always having a little weakness around this particular male, even when he knows Donghae just uses him for his own pleasure. There’s always something about Donghae that makes him a little weak, a little looser, and makes his world just a little bit brighter, even when it fades away later. The smoke’s grey hue forever replaces the unforgiving darkness of his night sky, and Kyuhyun doesn’t care if the stars never come back.
pre-production: camera three.
the sunset still looks fake to me
and the hero looks like he can’t breathe
“He called me a bad person.” Kibum says before Donghae has a chance to slip his tie off and throw it somewhere onto the floor. Donghae almost laughs, because that is so, so obvious, but restrains it into a small smile.
“You are.” Donghae confirms Kibum’s statement, knowing he is the only one who could say this to Kibum and get away with it.
“We can’t all look innocent like you,” is Kibum’s last remark before letting Donghae’s hands remove his shirt.
An uncharacteristic smirk flashes across Donghae’s face before an amused look replaces it, and Kibum half wants to wipe the look off his face.
“Whatever.” Donghae finally responds, “Not like you’re complaining anyway.”
It’s a blur when the clothes get taken off and the teeth are clashed together. Kibum claws and digs his hands into Donghae’s hair, not letting his head escape his grasp. Donghae’s smile transitions into gasps against his mouth. Frustration snatches at Kibum, controlling his actions; he’s holding Donghae so tight, he’s not sure if he can let go after. It seems hard now that he’s actually got Donghae in his grasp, even if it’s just physical, and even if it’s just for a fleeting moment.
The sound of Donghae in pain snaps him out of his reverie and he forces himself to pull away because Donghae is his drug; the thing that he wants more of but destroys him at the same time.
Kibum is soon thrusting in with Donghae and he has Donghae writhing and arching against him, incoherent sounds coming out of both of their mouths.
He’s brought back to reality and Donghae digs his nails into his bare shoulder and cums on their stomachs, moaning a mix of his name and a few obscenities. Kibum is soon spilling his seed in the condom with a quiet groan of Donghae’s name. Kibum’s eyes carefully watch as Donghae slumps back in exhaustion, pale chest heaving up and down in an attempt to catch his breath.
Kibum’s become a little desperate now, unwinding in the palm of Donghae’s hand without even knowing it.
action! camera one.
baby, i’m at a loss for words
with all the lies we’ve told
Kibum is waiting in his office when Kyuhyun comes in after the end of a long work day, with an invitation for drinks. The younger male raises an eyebrow as he packs his things, shooting Kibum a suspicious look. Kibum shrugs it off and silently motions for him to come along as he walks to the exit, opening the door.
“Kibum-”
“Come on, Kyuhyun.”
Kyuhyun mentally growls defiantly to the other. His suitcase snaps shut and he turns off all the lights in the room before following Kibum to their cars. Kyuhyun takes the car ride to calm himself down and to ease the frustration out of him.
Kyuhyun isn’t stupid. He hates Kim Kibum with a passion because it’s competition for dominance, because he isn’t the one in control. Kibum is too quiet, too silent; he’s never making mistakes and he always finds a way to attack Kyuhyun’s pride. Kyuhyun can’t read him so easily, so smoothly, and Kyuhyun finds this thought lingering in his mind after encounter with Kibum.
The club is dingy and shady, like Kyuhyun half expects it to be, and he finds Kibum in the back, trying to hide from everyone (he definitely expects this) and offering a glass half full to him. It only takes some drinks and hot whispers before Kyuhyun feels a hand slide to his ass and teeth on his neck and he’s somehow ended up in Kibum’s lap again, on the edge of submission and the very tip of insanity. He feels the alcohol stream in his veins and he knows he’s drunk off his mind, but, at the moment, it doesn’t matter because everything feels so damn good and Kyuhyun never wants that kind of high to ever stop if he can help it.
Kibum has an arm possessively wrapped around the younger male’s waist. When Kibum kisses Kyuhyun, Kyuhyun thinks he tastes the flavor of alcohol on Kibum’s lips - or is that his own? He can’t tell anymore. The way the older one is kissing him - so desperate and so needy - is different from their usual kisses, which are so fake and so forced and so unemotional. A sound of dissatisfaction from Kibum is heard as they pull away from each other and Kyuhyun is swiping his sticky bands to the side instead of directly on his forehead.
“I’m not Donghae.” Kyuhyun murmurs against Kibum’s mouth.
“I know.” Kibum mutters breathlessly while cupping Kyuhyun’s face. “I know, I know.”
Then Kibum suddenly pushes Kyuhyun off his lap and stands up, pulling Kyuhyun along with him. They stumble out into the private parking lot and they barely make it to the hood of Kibum’s car in the midst of all the contact. They move against each other over and over again and with each time, it gets harder to try and pull away, but it must be done and they finally do, reluctantly, of course.
Kyuhyun is drunk, but not drunk enough to erase everything that just happened.
“I’m going to California.” Kibum announces abruptly in a quiet voice.
“Okay.” Kyuhyun’s voice runs like a motor, calm and unsteady, but he understands. “Okay.”
action! camera two.
show me all the trouble we could get into
come on, come on, just fake it for me
Donghae is in the office with a pen in his hand when Kyuhyun comes in after knocking. Kyuhyun sits down on the chair in front of the other’s desk without saying a word, and they both sit in silence, except for the sound of Donghae scribbling on business papers, one after another. They all make crunching sounds that make Kyuhyun grind his teeth together, but he tells himself to keep his composure; at least until they get to the point of his visit.
“Is there something you need, Kyuhyun?” Donghae asks with a curious tone. However, he doesn’t look up from whatever he’s reading and signing. It’s a smart move; even if the only emotion that seems to show on his face is amusement, he prevents the discovery of any of his own personal weaknesses, and he already knows Kyuhyun enough to sense something from just hearing the male move or speak.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?” Donghae’s voice is fabricated.
“You know very well what I mean.” Kyuhyun spits out bitterly with barely restrained disgust and jealousy. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have a new additional frame on your desk.”
It’s with this comment that Donghae’s hand stops moving and he looks up, shooting his dongsaeng a smile. “How do you know it isn’t just another family photo?”
“You haven’t seen your family recently.” Kyuhyun immediately retorts. His fingers drummed against his thighs.
“For such sharp eyes and observation, you are so slow, Kyu.” Donghae chuckles a little bit as he says this; he starts playing with the pen in his hand. “Thought you would’ve figured it out earlier.”
Kyuhyun bites his tongue back at the hit. “Who set it up?”
“Jessica’s parents were actually the ones who brought the subject up first, and you know me, not really having a family, you know. My mom consented.” Donghae explains. “She thinks I need a woman in my life. A wife. It’s good for the business, too. We’re going to be merged companies.”
“Your company has enough money.”
“Never hurts to cross-sell, silly.”
“The joint-stock thing never worked out? So many advantages, especially protection of limited liability.”
“Maybe I’m in love.” Donghae offers a snide remark.
The sentence punches Kyuhyun in the gut, even though he knows it’s entirely fake and Donghae’s just doing it to rub salt in the wound, but it still hurts.
“Yeah, right.”
Kyuhyun runs a hand through his hair and looks down, trying to swallow the fact that his two addictions are being taken away from him, like he’s had to go to rehab and this is part of the healing process. He hesitantly gets up and starts to walk outside of Donghae’s office when Donghae (of course) stops him halfway.
“She reminds me of you-” Donghae cuts himself off, and Kyuhyun knows what he was going to add: and Kibum. “-you know.”
“Fuck you.” Kyuhyun hisses and just waves his hand back, stepping out furiously; but he knows Donghae’s just trying to make things easier.
action! camera three.
just disregard the footsteps
and we’ll never tell a soul
“Somebody might hear us in here.” Kibum mutters as Donghae pulls his face down for a kiss and is pushed against the door of the closet.
“And wouldn’t that be something?” Donghae replies with a misleading smile on his face, which Kibum feels against his lips. He tugs at Kibum’s hands to prompt him to do something with them, and Kibum listens, just like that. He takes both of their clothes off and he’s got Donghae’s legs wrapped around his waist.
He’s slightly worried when Donghae’s cries are loud, because the door is definitely not thick and this closet is definitely not soundproof. Those worries slip away when he feels the other tighten around him, and a groan escapes his mouth. He thrusts up - hard - and Donghae is tightening again and his nails are digging into Kibum’s shoulders before he cums on Kibum’s stomach. This sets Kibum off too, and they slump against the door, their erratic heartbeats the only thing echoing in the dark room.
“I’m gonna miss this.” Donghae’s voice and breathless laugh breaks the uncomfortable and thick silence that had fallen over the two of them, and Kibum knows that he means it in more ways than one, though, as usual, he doesn’t know if Donghae’s being sarcastic or not.
“Is she pretty?” Kibum asks with such forced casualty that it’s enough to make himself grimace while he’s putting his own pants back on, zipping them up.
“She’s pretty enough.” Donghae says as he goes to put his clothes back on. “Her nickname is ‘Ice Princess.’ My mom’s real happy that I’m finally having a relationship, at least one that she knows of.”
Kibum uses the excuse that he hears footsteps to keep quiet and he puts his hand over Donghae’s mouth to prevent the other from talking as the footsteps crescendo and then fade away.
“Since when did you care what she thought?” Kibum questions with a slightly defensive tone. “Since when did you care what society thought?”
Donghae lets out a ‘tsk’ at the younger male’s irrational behavior while buttoning up his shirt and says, “When my dad passed away? When we started sneaking around, Kibum?”
Kibum finally gives up and lets out a sigh. His fingers fumble with his belt after dusting off his shirt and blazer and he swallows his saliva thickly. There’s really nothing left to say, no last words like in those movies or television shows. Kibum’s half disappointed by this. Donghae’s always been an enigma to him, and he pulls it off well; the older male gets away with everything, including his heart.
credits: camera one
forgive me i’m trying to find
my calling, i’m calling at night
Kibum lies awake on his bed in Los Angeles, California, sometime in the morning, when the sun glares down on the busy city. His arms fold behind his head and he’s staring up at the ceiling; his eyes try to draw patterns out of the plainly colored canvas on top of him, but his mind is blank and he eventually lets go of this intention. It’s definitely different from Korea, with all this English and no Kyuhyun or Donghae, but it’s not a bad kind of a different.
A small pang in his heart stops Kibum half way from looking out the window towards the west, and he knows that South Korea is somewhere out there, across the ocean, waiting for him to come back.
He doesn’t want to, but he’s always falling once, twice, for the people back home.
credits: camera two
she has all the right guys lined up
but i’m still waiting for her
Kyuhyun takes a look at his watch and taps his fingers onto the table at the cafe, looking outside to see if his guest is out there. Kyuhyun never liked it when people were late. This is set up by his parents, and he can’t ditch because they’ll find out - they always do - and he doesn’t want to get into any more trouble than he’s already in. However, this is the last straw when he glances at the time again and finds that the guest is fifteen minutes late. Kyuhyun sighs and gets up before stopping his actions when a voice rings in his ears.
“Sorry, I’m late!” He looks up and he sees a female (and inside, he’s not really liking it, but it’s something he feels he has to do). She opens her mouth again. “I’m Choi Sooyoung.”
“Cho Kyuhyun,” Kyuhyun says smoothly and pulls out Sooyoung’s chair for her to sit in.
She’s pretty. Not the kind of beautiful that Kyuhyun misses, but pretty nonetheless.
credits: camera three
at night we lie awake and
go back to the nights we felt alive
For one moment, Donghae kind of regrets it.
He looks at the wedding ring on his hand and he wonders - why did he let it get there? Then he has to break these thoughts and pay attention to the meeting; it’s something about how to strategize while the stock market is going down. He doesn’t care at the moment, nor has he ever.
Now all he can think about is Kibum and Kyuhyun, and even when he’s spilling seed inside of Jessica, he always has to think of them. He’s kind of sorry because Jessica is such a nice girl and Donghae knows he’s a terrible husband for leaving her alone all the time and ignoring her.
When he finally leaves, he heads straight for home and sees Jessica sleeping on the couch; she must’ve fallen asleep while waiting up for him to get home.
His fingers tangle themselves in her blond hair, and his eyes immediately point out the contrast - the blond that isn’t black. The long that isn’t short. It’s not the same, and this is when Donghae’s coping mechanism fails.
It’s not the same.
-
originally i actually had a concept for this, but eventually it didn't work out, and now the whole story's bland and plotless.
:(
paralyzing_time
drama, general; nc-17; kikyuhae
3341 words
business is cut throat. you make it or you break it, or maybe both. corporate!au
warnings: sexual scenes, language
notes: for justin, aka genisaurion as part of my drabble request meme, but as you can see, it’s not a drabble. excuse the typos.
pre-production: camera one.
oh, you have this bad habit of
making things sound way too tragic
Kyuhyun raises an eyebrow when Kibum reaches around him to grab something on the desk. When the other male’s arm comes back into view, Kyuhyun sees the small white roll and sighs as Kibum lights it up. Kibum gives Kyuhyun a glance as his free arm wraps around Kyuhyun, who’s currently sitting on his lap.
“What’s up?” Kibum asks him casually and blows a small cloud of tobacco into Kyuhyun’s face, a smirk across his lips when Kyuhyun coughs and scowls from the odor.
“Nothing,” is the only thing that Kyuhyun says before plucking the cigarette out of Kibum’s fingers, putting it to his own lips, and taking a breath. He exhales the nicotine to Kibum before returning the item back. Kibum gives a noise of annoyance when the smell reaches his nose and a chuckle leaves the younger man’s mouth. “Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?”
Kibum scoffs at the mischievous glint in the other’s eyes, having to look up to him. His arm tightens its hold around Kyuhyun’s waist as his face lifts up to meet Kyuhyun’s.
“It’s about to be.” Kibum murmurs before pressing his lips hard against Kyuhyun’s. He bites down onto the younger’s bottom lip when he refused to submit and open his mouth. Kyuhyun growls, but Kibum immediately takes the opportunity, shoving his tongue inside the other’s mouth while it’s open. Right after, Kyuhyun’s muscle is pressing against his own and they tangle together. In the midst of this distraction, Kibum struggles to drop his cancer stick into the ash tray nearby with the obvious realization that he won’t be smoking for some time at the moment.
Kyuhyun grips the collar of Kibum’s suit and leans forward in an attempt to gain control, the lounge chair reclining back from the weight. His attempts waver when Kibum presses back against his body, more intent on dictating the kiss. The piece of furniture leans dangerously low from Kyuhyun’s towering presence over Kibum as he tries harder to dominate, one eye half-lidded and the other closed above the blush that decides to settle on his cheeks.
“Fuck you.” Kyuhyun hisses when they pull away for air, a strand of saliva connecting their lips.
“You wish you could.” Kibum triumphantly smiles as he licks the string away. He leans forward as Kyuhyun leans back, making the chair upright once again. “You’re such a sore loser.”
The younger male huffs, leaning back a little on Kibum’s legs.
Kibum stays quiet, not finding any need to say anything. His smugness does not go unnoticed by Kyuhyun, who scowls even further before continuing his speech.
“You’re going to hell-”
Kibum stops Kyuhyun short by pushing him back onto the desk. Now Kyuhyun lies flat on his back, giving Kibum a quizzical look.
“Since when did you care? And if I’m going, I’m taking you with me.” And Kibum shuts Kyuhyun up by occupying his mouth with his own.
pre-production: camera two.
you have a black backpack full of fireworks
and you’re gonna burn the city down
“You’re so good at this, Kyuhyun-ah.” Donghae comments casually as Kyuhyun sucks at his cock, down on his knees, under Donghae’s desk. Donghae’s hands dig into Kyuhyun’s scalp, interwoven into the silky brown locks. “I’m so jealous of whoever you practiced on.”
Donghae’s words morph into pants when Kyuhyun licks the underside of his length, pressing lightly against the sensitive and heated skin. He tries keeping the smile on his face, but it takes too much energy, so he settles for the pleasure overriding him.
Soon enough, a moan leaves Donghae as his orgasm washes over him; seed spilling into Kyuhyun’s waiting mouth. Kyuhyun obediently swallows it, but some of the sticky substance trickles down his chin. Trying to catch his breath, Donghae gives a small smile from the sight below him and gently pulls Kyuhyun up by his shirt. His tongue laps at his own seed on Kyuhyun’s skin; he kisses the skin when he feels Kyuhyun shudder from the contact. Donghae then kisses Kyuhyun, softly, gently, and has to restrain himself from chuckling when he feels Kyuhyun desperately press back against him.
Kyuhyun’s fingers dig into Donghae’s sleeves like a hook, never wanting to let go but eventually having to. His body feels like it’s on fire, like the whole room is burning and it’s just him and Donghae and a firecracker exploded in their mouths and they’re going to go to hell - together - for all of eternity, but the sparks fade when Donghae pulls away first, like he always does and like they always do. Kyuhyun unconsciously touches his lips and feels a permanent scorch from having been set ablaze from the searing contact.
“You always do that.” Donghae’s voice rings in the air as he zips up his pants and then pulls Kyuhyun into his lap. “Care to tell me why?”
“Of course not.” Kyuhyun snaps back, slightly flustered from having been caught.
Kyuhyun curses himself for always having a little weakness around this particular male, even when he knows Donghae just uses him for his own pleasure. There’s always something about Donghae that makes him a little weak, a little looser, and makes his world just a little bit brighter, even when it fades away later. The smoke’s grey hue forever replaces the unforgiving darkness of his night sky, and Kyuhyun doesn’t care if the stars never come back.
pre-production: camera three.
the sunset still looks fake to me
and the hero looks like he can’t breathe
“He called me a bad person.” Kibum says before Donghae has a chance to slip his tie off and throw it somewhere onto the floor. Donghae almost laughs, because that is so, so obvious, but restrains it into a small smile.
“You are.” Donghae confirms Kibum’s statement, knowing he is the only one who could say this to Kibum and get away with it.
“We can’t all look innocent like you,” is Kibum’s last remark before letting Donghae’s hands remove his shirt.
An uncharacteristic smirk flashes across Donghae’s face before an amused look replaces it, and Kibum half wants to wipe the look off his face.
“Whatever.” Donghae finally responds, “Not like you’re complaining anyway.”
It’s a blur when the clothes get taken off and the teeth are clashed together. Kibum claws and digs his hands into Donghae’s hair, not letting his head escape his grasp. Donghae’s smile transitions into gasps against his mouth. Frustration snatches at Kibum, controlling his actions; he’s holding Donghae so tight, he’s not sure if he can let go after. It seems hard now that he’s actually got Donghae in his grasp, even if it’s just physical, and even if it’s just for a fleeting moment.
The sound of Donghae in pain snaps him out of his reverie and he forces himself to pull away because Donghae is his drug; the thing that he wants more of but destroys him at the same time.
Kibum is soon thrusting in with Donghae and he has Donghae writhing and arching against him, incoherent sounds coming out of both of their mouths.
He’s brought back to reality and Donghae digs his nails into his bare shoulder and cums on their stomachs, moaning a mix of his name and a few obscenities. Kibum is soon spilling his seed in the condom with a quiet groan of Donghae’s name. Kibum’s eyes carefully watch as Donghae slumps back in exhaustion, pale chest heaving up and down in an attempt to catch his breath.
Kibum’s become a little desperate now, unwinding in the palm of Donghae’s hand without even knowing it.
action! camera one.
baby, i’m at a loss for words
with all the lies we’ve told
Kibum is waiting in his office when Kyuhyun comes in after the end of a long work day, with an invitation for drinks. The younger male raises an eyebrow as he packs his things, shooting Kibum a suspicious look. Kibum shrugs it off and silently motions for him to come along as he walks to the exit, opening the door.
“Kibum-”
“Come on, Kyuhyun.”
Kyuhyun mentally growls defiantly to the other. His suitcase snaps shut and he turns off all the lights in the room before following Kibum to their cars. Kyuhyun takes the car ride to calm himself down and to ease the frustration out of him.
Kyuhyun isn’t stupid. He hates Kim Kibum with a passion because it’s competition for dominance, because he isn’t the one in control. Kibum is too quiet, too silent; he’s never making mistakes and he always finds a way to attack Kyuhyun’s pride. Kyuhyun can’t read him so easily, so smoothly, and Kyuhyun finds this thought lingering in his mind after encounter with Kibum.
The club is dingy and shady, like Kyuhyun half expects it to be, and he finds Kibum in the back, trying to hide from everyone (he definitely expects this) and offering a glass half full to him. It only takes some drinks and hot whispers before Kyuhyun feels a hand slide to his ass and teeth on his neck and he’s somehow ended up in Kibum’s lap again, on the edge of submission and the very tip of insanity. He feels the alcohol stream in his veins and he knows he’s drunk off his mind, but, at the moment, it doesn’t matter because everything feels so damn good and Kyuhyun never wants that kind of high to ever stop if he can help it.
Kibum has an arm possessively wrapped around the younger male’s waist. When Kibum kisses Kyuhyun, Kyuhyun thinks he tastes the flavor of alcohol on Kibum’s lips - or is that his own? He can’t tell anymore. The way the older one is kissing him - so desperate and so needy - is different from their usual kisses, which are so fake and so forced and so unemotional. A sound of dissatisfaction from Kibum is heard as they pull away from each other and Kyuhyun is swiping his sticky bands to the side instead of directly on his forehead.
“I’m not Donghae.” Kyuhyun murmurs against Kibum’s mouth.
“I know.” Kibum mutters breathlessly while cupping Kyuhyun’s face. “I know, I know.”
Then Kibum suddenly pushes Kyuhyun off his lap and stands up, pulling Kyuhyun along with him. They stumble out into the private parking lot and they barely make it to the hood of Kibum’s car in the midst of all the contact. They move against each other over and over again and with each time, it gets harder to try and pull away, but it must be done and they finally do, reluctantly, of course.
Kyuhyun is drunk, but not drunk enough to erase everything that just happened.
“I’m going to California.” Kibum announces abruptly in a quiet voice.
“Okay.” Kyuhyun’s voice runs like a motor, calm and unsteady, but he understands. “Okay.”
action! camera two.
show me all the trouble we could get into
come on, come on, just fake it for me
Donghae is in the office with a pen in his hand when Kyuhyun comes in after knocking. Kyuhyun sits down on the chair in front of the other’s desk without saying a word, and they both sit in silence, except for the sound of Donghae scribbling on business papers, one after another. They all make crunching sounds that make Kyuhyun grind his teeth together, but he tells himself to keep his composure; at least until they get to the point of his visit.
“Is there something you need, Kyuhyun?” Donghae asks with a curious tone. However, he doesn’t look up from whatever he’s reading and signing. It’s a smart move; even if the only emotion that seems to show on his face is amusement, he prevents the discovery of any of his own personal weaknesses, and he already knows Kyuhyun enough to sense something from just hearing the male move or speak.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?” Donghae’s voice is fabricated.
“You know very well what I mean.” Kyuhyun spits out bitterly with barely restrained disgust and jealousy. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have a new additional frame on your desk.”
It’s with this comment that Donghae’s hand stops moving and he looks up, shooting his dongsaeng a smile. “How do you know it isn’t just another family photo?”
“You haven’t seen your family recently.” Kyuhyun immediately retorts. His fingers drummed against his thighs.
“For such sharp eyes and observation, you are so slow, Kyu.” Donghae chuckles a little bit as he says this; he starts playing with the pen in his hand. “Thought you would’ve figured it out earlier.”
Kyuhyun bites his tongue back at the hit. “Who set it up?”
“Jessica’s parents were actually the ones who brought the subject up first, and you know me, not really having a family, you know. My mom consented.” Donghae explains. “She thinks I need a woman in my life. A wife. It’s good for the business, too. We’re going to be merged companies.”
“Your company has enough money.”
“Never hurts to cross-sell, silly.”
“The joint-stock thing never worked out? So many advantages, especially protection of limited liability.”
“Maybe I’m in love.” Donghae offers a snide remark.
The sentence punches Kyuhyun in the gut, even though he knows it’s entirely fake and Donghae’s just doing it to rub salt in the wound, but it still hurts.
“Yeah, right.”
Kyuhyun runs a hand through his hair and looks down, trying to swallow the fact that his two addictions are being taken away from him, like he’s had to go to rehab and this is part of the healing process. He hesitantly gets up and starts to walk outside of Donghae’s office when Donghae (of course) stops him halfway.
“She reminds me of you-” Donghae cuts himself off, and Kyuhyun knows what he was going to add: and Kibum. “-you know.”
“Fuck you.” Kyuhyun hisses and just waves his hand back, stepping out furiously; but he knows Donghae’s just trying to make things easier.
action! camera three.
just disregard the footsteps
and we’ll never tell a soul
“Somebody might hear us in here.” Kibum mutters as Donghae pulls his face down for a kiss and is pushed against the door of the closet.
“And wouldn’t that be something?” Donghae replies with a misleading smile on his face, which Kibum feels against his lips. He tugs at Kibum’s hands to prompt him to do something with them, and Kibum listens, just like that. He takes both of their clothes off and he’s got Donghae’s legs wrapped around his waist.
He’s slightly worried when Donghae’s cries are loud, because the door is definitely not thick and this closet is definitely not soundproof. Those worries slip away when he feels the other tighten around him, and a groan escapes his mouth. He thrusts up - hard - and Donghae is tightening again and his nails are digging into Kibum’s shoulders before he cums on Kibum’s stomach. This sets Kibum off too, and they slump against the door, their erratic heartbeats the only thing echoing in the dark room.
“I’m gonna miss this.” Donghae’s voice and breathless laugh breaks the uncomfortable and thick silence that had fallen over the two of them, and Kibum knows that he means it in more ways than one, though, as usual, he doesn’t know if Donghae’s being sarcastic or not.
“Is she pretty?” Kibum asks with such forced casualty that it’s enough to make himself grimace while he’s putting his own pants back on, zipping them up.
“She’s pretty enough.” Donghae says as he goes to put his clothes back on. “Her nickname is ‘Ice Princess.’ My mom’s real happy that I’m finally having a relationship, at least one that she knows of.”
Kibum uses the excuse that he hears footsteps to keep quiet and he puts his hand over Donghae’s mouth to prevent the other from talking as the footsteps crescendo and then fade away.
“Since when did you care what she thought?” Kibum questions with a slightly defensive tone. “Since when did you care what society thought?”
Donghae lets out a ‘tsk’ at the younger male’s irrational behavior while buttoning up his shirt and says, “When my dad passed away? When we started sneaking around, Kibum?”
Kibum finally gives up and lets out a sigh. His fingers fumble with his belt after dusting off his shirt and blazer and he swallows his saliva thickly. There’s really nothing left to say, no last words like in those movies or television shows. Kibum’s half disappointed by this. Donghae’s always been an enigma to him, and he pulls it off well; the older male gets away with everything, including his heart.
credits: camera one
forgive me i’m trying to find
my calling, i’m calling at night
Kibum lies awake on his bed in Los Angeles, California, sometime in the morning, when the sun glares down on the busy city. His arms fold behind his head and he’s staring up at the ceiling; his eyes try to draw patterns out of the plainly colored canvas on top of him, but his mind is blank and he eventually lets go of this intention. It’s definitely different from Korea, with all this English and no Kyuhyun or Donghae, but it’s not a bad kind of a different.
A small pang in his heart stops Kibum half way from looking out the window towards the west, and he knows that South Korea is somewhere out there, across the ocean, waiting for him to come back.
He doesn’t want to, but he’s always falling once, twice, for the people back home.
credits: camera two
she has all the right guys lined up
but i’m still waiting for her
Kyuhyun takes a look at his watch and taps his fingers onto the table at the cafe, looking outside to see if his guest is out there. Kyuhyun never liked it when people were late. This is set up by his parents, and he can’t ditch because they’ll find out - they always do - and he doesn’t want to get into any more trouble than he’s already in. However, this is the last straw when he glances at the time again and finds that the guest is fifteen minutes late. Kyuhyun sighs and gets up before stopping his actions when a voice rings in his ears.
“Sorry, I’m late!” He looks up and he sees a female (and inside, he’s not really liking it, but it’s something he feels he has to do). She opens her mouth again. “I’m Choi Sooyoung.”
“Cho Kyuhyun,” Kyuhyun says smoothly and pulls out Sooyoung’s chair for her to sit in.
She’s pretty. Not the kind of beautiful that Kyuhyun misses, but pretty nonetheless.
credits: camera three
at night we lie awake and
go back to the nights we felt alive
For one moment, Donghae kind of regrets it.
He looks at the wedding ring on his hand and he wonders - why did he let it get there? Then he has to break these thoughts and pay attention to the meeting; it’s something about how to strategize while the stock market is going down. He doesn’t care at the moment, nor has he ever.
Now all he can think about is Kibum and Kyuhyun, and even when he’s spilling seed inside of Jessica, he always has to think of them. He’s kind of sorry because Jessica is such a nice girl and Donghae knows he’s a terrible husband for leaving her alone all the time and ignoring her.
When he finally leaves, he heads straight for home and sees Jessica sleeping on the couch; she must’ve fallen asleep while waiting up for him to get home.
His fingers tangle themselves in her blond hair, and his eyes immediately point out the contrast - the blond that isn’t black. The long that isn’t short. It’s not the same, and this is when Donghae’s coping mechanism fails.
It’s not the same.
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originally i actually had a concept for this, but eventually it didn't work out, and now the whole story's bland and plotless.
:(