[meme] SuJu Meme drabbles, humor to angst, PG-NC-17, various pairings
This is mostly so I can tag, memory, and link better, because I'm anal like that. The twelve results from the previous post's drabble request.
SUJU MEME DRABBLES
01. for dear_whimsy
Kibum/Kyuhyun, R, Kyuhyun getting cocky, 605 words
"You're getting a little cocky, aren't you?" Kibum said with a little grin, scrolling down the webpage. He paused as Kyuhyun looked over his shoulder at the computer screen to see a familiar site. UFO Town. Kyuhyun smiled involuntarily at the memories, moving back to settle in a chair.
"I'm just having some fun with the ELFs," he replied with a shrug.
Kibum resumed scrolling and began reading aloud some of the fan posts and responses. "Cold! Cold Kyu! Why do you give short answers all the time? 'If you don't like it then okay.' Oppa is stupid. 'Compared to you, I'm a genius.' Recently oppas are getting too cool. 'No, no, I'm very cute.'" He stopped and turned his head to look at Kyuhyun, an eyebrow raised. "Like I said, a little cocky."
Kyuhyun leaned back in his chair beside Kibum's desk. "Hyung," he said, almost sheepishly, but the curl of his lip gave him away. "Don't take it so seriously. You know how silly and worked up some of the fans can get. I'm just teasing."
Kibum pushed his chair back and turned his body to fully face the younger man. He leaned forward and propped his arms on his knees, giving Kyuhyun a searching look, silent. Kyuhyun shifted uncomfortably under his stare, tucking his feet up on his chair and then moving them back down.
"What?" he asked self-consciously after a moment. "Hyung..."
A hand moved to grip his wrist and, before he could do more than startle, it was followed by a swift movement of long limbs and rustling clothes. Kibum was suddenly standing over Kyuhyun, pinning him to the chair as he continued to stare, his eyes dark. "The baby of the family should remember his place," Kibum murmured. "I know mine. You should keep yours in mind." With no further warning, he ducked his head and captured Kyuhyun's mouth in a hungry kiss.
Kyuhyun's head tilted back automatically to accommodate Kibum's forceful presence. His heart leaped wildly as he was pressed firmly against the back of his chair by Kibum's hands, which slid lower until they gently but insistently spread his legs. Kibum sank to his knees in front of Kyuhyun, one hand rising to Kyuhyun's hair to tug his head forward, urging him to follow the kiss.
Oh, thought Kyuhyun, heat rising fast and uncontrollable through his body. He dug his fingers into the rough cloth of the chair seat.
Kibum murmured something again, but it was lost, unintelligible, against Kyuhyun's mouth. Kyuhyun squirmed as Kibum's hands skimmed up his jean-clad legs, the light touch almost ticklish, and then jerked out of the kiss with an abrupt gasp when those hands pressed firmly against the ridge of his fly.
"Hyung!" Kyuhyun choked out, eyes falling shut.
He felt Kibum smile against his throat. "Remembering your place again?" he asked, voice low as his fingers rubbed at Kyuhyun through his jeans.
Kyuhyun panted, swallowing back the moans threatening to escape. "I--yes--hyung," he said, incoherent. "Please--"
Kibum kissed him again, nipping at his lower lip and flickering his tongue in and out of his mouth, teasing. He undid the button to Kyuhyun's jeans and eased the zipper down. Kyuhyun bucked his hips when Kibum wrapped his hand hand around his straining erection, wet with precome.
"Is this how you learned your place, hyung?" Kyuhyun had the presence of mind to ask right before Kibum wrung a low whimper from him with a twist of his wrist.
Kibum's answering smile was predatory, not at all similar to his trademark innocent grin. His eyes glittered. "Got it in one."
UFO Town stuff from this post.
02. for sapphira_angel
Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, PG, non-angsty accident fic, 562 words
The first four weeks Leeteuk demanded someone come adjust his pillow and bring him tea, everyone rushed to comply, their eyes worried and relieved at the same time. They remembered one-hundred-seventy stitches all too well and were happy to do what they could for their leader.
But during the fifth week, Kyuhyun was released from the hospital and Leeteuk changed his demands.
"I want you to put his stuff in my room," he said. "We have to keep each other company! Did you buy oranges like I told you to? He'll need his vitamin C. We need hot tea too, with lemon and honey, okay? And some of that herbal stuff Hankyung brought back from China."
At first it was cute that he was mothering the youngest so much, even reclined in his bed as he was, propped up on pillows and still on the occasional pain medication. Hankyung would shop for anything Leeteuk demanded or Kyuhyun hinted that he wanted, and Sungmin and Donghae would visit whenever they could with cheerful stories and news. Even Heechul thought it was precious, making cooing noises whenever he stopped in the doorway and saw the two of them turned towards each other while they slept, hands linked between their beds.
But Leeteuk's demands didn't stop. "Move us to the living room, Kyuhyun wants to watch TV. Open the window, we need some fresh air. Close the blinds, the light is too bright. We need a fan in here, it gets really hot at night. Can you find a more comfortable pillow? You better cut up that food into small pieces or he'll choke and die and then you'll be sorry!"
"Teukie-hyung!" Kangin exploded midway into the seventh week. "You can walk and Kyuhyun is not a baby."
Leeteuk gave him a reproachful look, holding the blanket he'd just made Kangin fetch. "I'm still in pain, Kangin-ah. And Kyuhyun is still bravely recovering. Have you no heart?"
Kangin ran a hand through his hair in frustration and turned to Kyuhyun only to find him laughing behind his hand. "You!" Kangin said, pointing. "You're encouraging him, aren't you?"
"What do you mean, hyung?" Kyuhyun asked innocently. "I'm just trying to recover and Leeteuk-hyung is just doing his best to help me. He is still in pain, too," he added solicitously. "If you could see all the pills he has to pop to keep from moaning in the middle of the night..."
Kangin deflated, guilt washing over him. "Fine, fine," he grumbled and set about rearranging the furniture in Leeteuk's room for the fourth time that week so Kyuhyun could get just the right amount of sunlight and Leeteuk's bed would face the most auspicious direction according to feng shui. He surveyed the room with a grudging expression when he was done, hands on his hips. "I guess...call me if you need me."
"Thank you, Kangin-ah!" Leeteuk beamed and waved as Kangin left.
"You're terrible," Kyuhyun said later as Leeteuk crawled into bed with him. He was grinning though and Leeteuk was careful when he put his arms around the younger boy.
"I know," Leeteuk said, dimpling. He pressed a warm kiss to Kyuhyun's jaw, sliding a gentle hand along Kyuhyun's side. "Just wait until I start ordering them to get us chocolate sauce and condoms."
Kyuhyun laughed, and it hurt, but it was worth it.
03. for blizzard4526
Leeteuk/Lampshade, PG-13, 372 words
Leeteuk was by nature a worrier and his role as leader only added to that. He had a nervous habit of running his fingers back and forth against the nearest available surface when he was fretting, or "thinking hard", as he liked to call it.
There was a lamp in the dorm next to the couch, about level with the average person's chest while standing up. As Leeteuk's favorite place to think hard was in the living room on the couch, the lampshade ended up his favorite object of attention. His fingers stroked along the bottom edge of the shade, trailing through silky fringe, as his brows knitted in contemplation. He would trail his fingertips across the smooth fabric of the lampshade, lightly tracing nonsensical patterns, as he bit his lip in thought.
It was an unconscious movement, the way his fingers slid sensuously through the dangling fringe, darting in and out as they teased the edge of the lampshade. Leeteuk's mind was always on something else--Kyuhyun pushing himself too hard, Shindong's latest argument, Hankyung's schedule conflict--when he curled up in the corner of the couch, stroking the lamp as he worried. It became such a habit to touch it that Leeteuk found himself reaching for it even when he wasn't sequestered on the couch in deep thought--he would pet it as he passed, walking through the living area, his fingers making contact first and then sliding along until the full length of his palm skated across the warm-silk of the surface.
Leeteuk didn't think anything about this habit until Kangin walked in on him on the couch one day and stood there, staring.
"Um," said Leeteuk, a little concerned, a little unsettled, at the darkness of Kangin's eyes as he stared. "Is something wrong?" His fingers flitted and skipped across the surface of the lampshade, anxious.
Kangin swallowed and said, finally, hoarsely, "Hyung, stop fondling the lampshade."
(Leeteuk flushed bright red and jerked his hand away. "What!" he exclaimed.
"It's obscene." Kangin looked away and Leeteuk sat in miserable humiliation, too embarrassed to say anything, too aware of his hands. Then Kangin said roughly, "Come on, manager-hyung's looking for you. And I'll give you something else to fondle later.")
04. for ch_ar_me
Leeteuk/Everyone, R, Teuk's ponytail, 819 words
There was something about Leeteuk's ponytail that apparently made him incredibly attractive. He couldn't explain it but it must be true, because the first time he put his hair up like that just to get it off his neck, Kangin tugged him across the couch, stuck a hand down Leeteuk's baggy off-camera sweats, and jerked him off while mouthing hungrily at his neck.
Leeteuk had thought it was just a fluke. One of those Kangin-was-horny-and-I-was-the-nearest-available-warm-body kind of things. But not two hours later, his hair still up in that silly ponytail, Leeteuk found himself cornered by Donghae. "Hyung," he said, sounding incredibly earnest and rather confused, "you look really good today."
"Thanks," Leeteuk replied, all cheerful smiles. He didn't expect Donghae to grab his shirt and pull him over for a quick, deep kiss.
"Sorry!" Donghae said afterwards, looking far more pleased than repentant. Leeteuk only blinked at him in shock and ended up wandering off, dazed.
Three days later, he put his hair up again and Heechul pounced on him before he could leave the room that morning, tumbling them both onto Heechul's bed. "I can't explain it, Teuk," he said, shrugging, "but you're almost as hot as I am today." He kissed and bit and licked at Leeteuk's neck and collarbone until his skin was liberally covered in hickeys.
I'm not sure how I feel about being incredibly and inexplicably attractive, Leeteuk thought to himself later that day. He pulled up short as Sungmin stood in front of him, nervously playing with the edge of his pink hoodie.
"Hyung," said Sungmin, eyes cast to the side. "Is it okay if I play with your hair?"
Leeteuk started growing suspicious then. He said it was fine, but later, after their schedules were done and the stylist noonas wouldn't kill him for ruining whatever hairstyle they planned on inflicting on him for the day. His suspicions were confirmed when Sungmin happily cuddled up to him in the van that night on the way home, sliding his fingers through Leeteuk's hair and practically radiating joy and contentment.
To confirm, Leeteuk put his hair up in a ponytail the next night at Sukira and almost didn't make it to the privacy of a bathroom stall before Eunhyuk sucked him off after groping him under the table for an hour straight.
This is interesting, Leeteuk thought, grinning mischievously. This was power.
He put his hair up again the next day and had Siwon eating of his hands, literally, as he perched on the taller man's lap and rubbed teasingly against his crotch the entire time. He almost felt a little bad about inducing a crisis of faith into the younger member, but he justified it to himself by bringing Yesung to ecstasy by letting him "accidentally" walk in on Leeteuk changing after his shower. A right and a wrong, Leeteuk thought cheerfully to himself. They evened out, didn't they? When Kibum pressed him against the side of the dorm that night and kissed him hard, heedless of the fact that the dark didn't necessarily hide them from prying eyes, Leeteuk was more than okay with his sins for the day or for a lifetime. Some things were worth it.
The next night, Leeteuk invited himself to Ryeowook's room after feeling the younger man's eyes on him all day, watching, darting away, mentally stripping Leeteuk and then flitting away in guilt.
"It's okay, Ryeowookie," Leeteuk murmured reassuringly. He tilted his head so his bangs fell over his eyes and his ponytail was even more prominent. He grinned to himself when he heard Ryeowook swallow hard. "Here, let me show you."
Leeteuk ended up coaxing Hankyung to act on his desire by wandering around in large t-shirts that bared his collarbone, his hair in a messy ponytail above his sleepy eyes. He didn't have to convince Shindong to slide sure, experienced fingers over his body, dipping into crevices and fingering sensitive spots Leeteuk didn't know existed. He was most surprised and pleased, however, when Kyuhyun offered him a massage one night and ended it in the most pleasant way possible.
"I do believe in happy endings," Kyuhyun admitted into the crook of Leeteuk's neck as his hand moved rhythmically between their bodies.
"I do too," Leeteuk gasped. He fucked Kyuhyun slowly that night, carefully, ever-mindful of the other's still-weak body. Leeteuk laid in bed afterwards and thought happily, I love my band and I'm never going to change my hairstyle.
The next day, their management told them about their new concept.
No one understood why Leeteuk was in a horrid mood for the next week (though Kangin sucked him off again on Monday and Heechul called dibs for Tuesday). Leeteuk pouted and sulked for that week and then thought he might as well milk the last few weeks for all they were worth. Maybe he could somehow work a ponytail into his Don't Don concept.
05. for risabet
Siwon/Heechul, PG, hurt/comfort, 575 words
Heechul wonders if it'll ever be okay again, or if things were ever okay to begin with, when he watches the hunched curve of Siwon's back, two meters from him and no closer. Heechul wants to reach over and put an arm around those shoulders weighed down with the burden of faith, of filial duty. He wants to rest his cheek against that broad expanse of back, bronzed skin covered with a stiff white shirt and scratchy wool sweater. He wants to let his touch do all the talking for him for once, murmurs of hey, are you okay? or don't worry, it's not that bad sliding under Siwon's consciousness without Heechul having to voice them.
But two meters separate them because Siwon can't look Heechul in the eye, too conflicted inside, battling himself against himself. Heechul knows what it's about because it's always the same, from day one when Siwon's father gave his son a skeptical, disapproving look and every day after when Heechul tried to erase that doubt with laughter and easy touches and unspoken reassurance. It's Siwon's faith, his God who tells him that this is not okay, and his own desires, the undeniable longing of his heart with every beat, for the touches offered so freely.
Skinship is acceptable. Siwon's told himself that over and over; Heechul has told him that over and over. But Siwon wants more and Heechul can see it, can feel it, when Siwon rests his chin on Heechul's shoulder and sighs, easing his body against Heechul's with natural familiarity. This is home, Siwon's body tells him. This is where you belong, Heechul tells him with kisses and gentle brushes of his hand against Siwon's cheek.
But it's not okay, says Siwon's father, his God. And so Siwon sits two meters from Heechul, hunched and miserable, struggling with himself and making Heechul's heart ache.
This is why Heechul hates sometimes. He hates Siwon's father and Siwon's god and sometimes he hates Siwon for loving them both as much as he loves Heechul. Put me first, Heechul wants to demand, but part of him knows that he wouldn't love Siwon if Siwon didn't love others more.
"It'll get better," Heechul says at last, watching the space between him and Siwon grow larger. He gets angry, fights it. "Yah, look at me, Choi Siwon." His voice is sharp and his eyes are narrowed when Siwon lifts his head. "It'll get better," he repeats firmly. "It'll work out."
Siwon's face is momentarily so helpless that Heechul's heart clenches. He moves forward and Siwon's expression clears again, accepting Heechul's hand on his shoulder without comment. "Hyung," he says, his voice low and sweet and perfect. Heechul doesn't want to hear the rest because he knows he's right--he has to be right--so he kisses Siwon instead. He's not gentle, because Heechul's not a gentle person, not that way, not with his kisses. He saves his gentleness for his touches, palms cupping Siwon's cheeks, swallowing Siwon's surprise and gratitude every time.
"It'll work out," Heechul says again when he draws back from the kiss, eyeing Siwon's red and damp mouth with a sort of possessive satisfaction. Siwon's father doesn't get that, nor does his God. This part of Siwon is Heechul's alone and that is why he has the conviction to tell Siwon It'll be okay. It'll work out.
This is Heechul's faith, warm and curling and sure around Choi Siwon.
06. for ricciolo
Kibum/Donghae, PG, confessions of love, 402 words
The first time Donghae tried to confess his everlasting love to Kibum, he thought it'd be romantic to do it English.
Kibum smiled brightly at him. "Your pronunciation's a lot better now, hyung!"
The second time Donghae tried to confess, he thought it'd be safer to stick with Korean. He caught Kibum's sleeve as they were on their way to change clothes before a performance. "Kibum," he said, "I need a moment."
Kibum looked up from texting on his phone, expectant.
"You're my endless love," Donghae said earnestly. "You're the one. Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat. I love you."
"...not bad," Kibum said finally. "But I'm kind of busy right now. Can we talk about your song lyrics more later? Or you could talk to Leeteuk." He bent his head over his phone again and walked down the hall, leaving Donghae staring after him with a bewildered expression.
The third time Donghae tried to confess, he made sure they were alone in Kibum's apartment and had plenty of time to focus on the situation.
"Kibummie," he said seriously, sitting down across from Kibum at the kitchen table. "We need to talk."
Kibum nodded and waited. Donghae took a deep breath and opened his mouth. After a minute, Kibum's brows knit and he interrupted Donghae. "Hyung...why are you singing Sea of Love?"
It was then that Donghae decided not to listen to Heechul's advice anymore.
The fourth time Donghae tried to confess, he thought he'd get straight to the point. "Kibum, I love you like Romeo loved Juliet, like Jack loved Rose, like Kangin-hyung loves Teukie-hyung, like Heechul loves his mirror, like--"
Kibum put a hand over Donghae's mouth, grinning. "Are you calling me a girl, hyung?" He chuckled a little at Donghae's indignant expression. "I know," Kibum told him, still grinning, his eyes amused behind his glasses. "I've known since the beginning.
Donghae made an outraged noise behind Kibum's hand. He flailed a little too, emphatically.
Kibum removed his hand and Donghae yelped, "I can't believe you--"
He shut up when Kibum kissed him.
"Though your English pronunciation really has gotten better, your lyrics-writing still needs some work, you should never listen to advice from Heechul-hyung, and--" Kibum stopped his smug recitation abruptly when Donghae rocked their hips together, flashing a wicked smile. "And I love you too," Kibum finished on a hitched breath.
07. for blizzard4526
Kangin/Sungmin, NC-17, sex, 420 words
Kangin and Sungmin didn't always get along, but no one did in a group of thirteen very different personalities. Kangin and Sungmin were closer than some, anyway, because they had special way of dealing with their issues. Disagreements and annoyances were always addressed one-on-one in private, dealt with and put away, then sealed unspoken with hard kisses.
Kangin was never gentle even though Sungmin was so much smaller in frame and stature. He knew better. Sungmin liked a challenge, liked it rough, and was deceptively strong in any case, his fingers digging into Kangin's back as he writhed in Kangin's arms. He let out a full-body shudder as Kangin's hands ran up his shirt and skated over his back, fingers barely grazing skin. Silent, they stripped and Kangin pushed Sungmin back onto the bed, settling between Sungmin's thighs to kiss him again, fierce.
Sungmin wound an arm around Kangin's neck to pull him closer, never relenting to Kangin's aggressiveness. His eyes were bright and his skin was flushed as Kangin licked up his throat and traced his tongue over the edge of Sungmin's ear, flickering in and out of the tiny hoop earring. Sungmin arched, rubbing himself against Kangin's erection, a faint smile appearing on his face when Kangin moaned, low and guttural.
They didn't speak but they didn't have to. Sungmin was never cute in bed and Kangin liked it better that way, didn't mind being rolled on his back as Sungmin straddled him. The muscles in his arms came into definition as he gripped Kangin's knees behind him, sinking slowly onto Kangin's cock with a look of intense concentration. Kangin held as still as possible for as long as he could, abs quivering, fingers white and tight around the sheets. But he couldn't stop the incremental shift of his hips, the pressure to move riding high and tight, and his groan melted with Sungmin's when he began to rock his hips, friction and pleasure blinding him.
Afterwards, Sungmin licked absently at Kangin's chest, tracing haphazard patterns against his pecs to the rhythm of Kangin's hand along Sungmin's back. Only then would Sungmin speak, whispering irrelevant things against Kangin's skin, questions about tomorrow's schedule or why Leeteuk had been in a bad mood all day. Sometimes they would talk about everything and sometimes they talked about nothing at all.
They never talked about each other, though, because they worked better without a definition. And this odd relationship, agreement, was fine just as it was. It didn't change everything else.
08. for meemobunny
Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul, PG, humor and snark, 680 words
"We're going on a roadtrip," Heechul announced to the room at large.
Sungmin blinked at him, on his way out the door. "Ah, sorry," he said. "I have to do Chunji tonight. Maybe another time, hyung."
"Hyukjae and I have Sukira," Leeteuk put in. "And Kangin has ChinChin radio."
"Aren't we filming something?" Donghae asked Shindong, tugging at his baseball cap in thought. "I feel like we're filming something."
"Unbelievable Outing," Shindong confirmed. "That means Yesung's with us too. Sorry, hyung." He shrugged at Heechul, who was beginning to look vastly irritated, and pushed Donghae out the door as quickly as he could.
Heechul turned to glare at Ryeowook, who was trying to slink away without making it look as if that were exactly what he was doing. "We're in the studio tonight," he said apologetically. "Kyuhyun and I wanted to practice some harmonies. We didn't have any other night free, really. And I should go now, he's waiting, I'm sure..."
"I have a date with World of Warcraft," Kibum said flatly before Heechul could set in on him. He smirked at Heechul's outraged look and walked past, clapping the older man on the shoulder. "But Hannie and Siwon are free." He left, chuckling, and a smile spread on Heechul's face.
Siwon looked betrayed. "I...must have some modeling to do," he said nervously.
Heechul advanced on him and pounced, wrapping both arms around Siwon's neck in a death grip. "Yah, Choi Siwon, you're going on this roadtrip with me come hell or high water! You can't abandon a hyung in need, you know. It reflects poorly on your upbringing."
"I...yes, hyung."
Heechul grinned in triumph and pressed a loud kiss to his cheek, then patted it fondly, ignoring Siwon's resigned look. "Good! Now...Hannie." He let go of Siwon to give Hankyung a meaningful look.
Hankyung shook his head from his position on the other side of the room, where he'd just finished changing into his street clothes after the performance. "Ah? Sorry. I didn't understand that, Heechul." He had on the ever-familiar expression of thoughtful confusion, brows furrowed in thought as if he could figure out what had been said if he only put enough thought into it. But Heechul knew better--Hankyung was always pretending he didn't understand when he wanted to get out of something. And he knew by now that he could never fully understand Heechul no matter how hard he thought; Heechul had made sure of that.
"Hannie," Heechul sad severely, coming to his side and latching onto his arm. "Don't make me threaten to withhold sex."
"Oh my God," said Kangin from the doorway, "I definitely walked in at the wrong time. Can you keep your TMI to yourself, hyung?" He grabbed Leeteuk's scarf from where it had been draped over the back of a chair and turned to leave.
"Why don't you stop walking into other people's private conversations?" Heechul sniped back, "Unless you really want to hear about my sex life, because that's kind of perverted, Kangin-ah." He leered at Kangin's retreating form, laughing as Kangin made a rude gesture. Then he turned back, happy, to Hankyung. "So we're going on a roadtrip, okay?"
Hankyung and Siwon exchanged forlorn looks over the top of Heechul's head. "I. Well." Hankyung sighed. "This better not take long, Heechul. I have things to do tonight! You know how busy we all are."
"Yeah, yeah," said Heechul, waving a hand dismissively. "Your list of things to do includes Siwonnie, I know. But it's okay, so does mine."
Siwon reddened. "Hyung!"
Hankyung coughed.
Heechul smirked at the both of them. "We're just making a run to my favorite club. Don't worry, it'll only help you get your list of things to do done." He slid a meaningful hand along the skin above Hankyung's jeans, under his shirt, and coaxed Siwon closer for another kiss, this time on the mouth.
"So let's hit the road!" He pulled back, grinned, licked his lips.
Hankyung and Siwon exchanged another glance but followed, hands linking, resigned. Heechul always got what Heechul wanted.
09. for loser_no_jutsu
Hyukjae/Junsu, PG-13, one carrying the other ending badly, 651 words
"Why," says Hyukjae dramatically. "Why are you so stupid in the head?"
"Shut up," Junsu says back automatically, defensive because he's embarrassed. "It's better than being stupid elsewhere!"
Hyukjae gives him a look and asks, because it has to be asked, "Where else would you be stupid, you retard?" He swats Junsu on the head but his touch is gentler when he pats Junsu's back, because Junsu is laid out on the ground on his stomach, in pain because of a not-so-bright idea that starts with Junsu carrying Hyukjae around the EHB set to prove his manliness and ends with Junsu twisting some muscle he doesn't know he has.
"I don't know," Junsu says now, "stupid in the dick, maybe?"
The PDs have told the two of them to sit in this corner for a while, recuperating while the rest of their groups laugh and joke about how stupid they both are from a good distance away and the errand girl is sent to find the on-set physician, who disappeared for a cup of coffee ten minutes ago and was apparently swallowed by the jaws of the SBS building.
Hyukjae thinks that even the physician can't be as stupid as Junsu is right now. "What?" he sputters, laughing. "How does that even begin to make sense? How can anyone be stupid in the dick?"
Junsu smirks and twists his arm around to flick at Hyukjae's knee, then groans. He grimaces and carefully moves his arm back. "You're clearly stupid in the dick. You don't know what to get turned on by."
"What?" Hyukjae repeats, except this time he's slightly offended.
"Just think about it. All that stuff about you and porn--hey, no listen, you idiot," Junsu winces as Hyukjae swats him again on the head, less gently this time, and he can't roll out of the way. "Listen, you wanted to know why you're stupid in the dick right? Well, come on, all you let yourself get stimulated by are those cheesy pornos with the gasping and the oh, oh, yes, please, fuck me, I want your big hard cock in me--" Junsu pitches his voice high as he imitates the women in the videos, dissolving into laughter when he catches sight of Hyukjae's red cheeks. "Oh my god, you are stupid in the dick."
Hyukjae thinks that if Junsu wasn't his best friend, he would just kill him and be done with it. "Shut up and explain to me what you mean! So the pornos have stupid dialogue, so what?"
"So," Junsu says, grinning, "you should expand your boundaries. Why limit yourself to bad porn like that when you can just walk into the room next door and get a free, live show?"
"WHAT?"
"Oh, no, you are not getting away with that innocent act, Hyukkie. You know Youngwoon-hyung and Jungsu-hyung fuck like bunnies. You have to. Even I know that!" Junsu stares incredulously at Hyukjae's shocked expression. "Oh my fucking god. You are stupid in the dick! And in the brain! Hyukjae--"
Hyukjae's not sure he will ever be able to look Leeteuk in the eye again, much less host Sukira together. "You're not serious," he mutters, mortified. He casts a long look across the arena toward the set where he sees his members goofing off. If he squints, he can see Kangin all over Leeteuk, holding and touching and teasing, but that's normal. They've always been like this. But-- His mind rebels.
"Oh my god," Junsu repeats and now it sounds like he's holding in laughter again. "Hyukkie, you total retard. Are you going to tell me now that you didn't know Jaejoong and Yunho are fucking too?"
Hyukjae reels. "WHAT?" he bursts out again.
As various heads turn their way, the only thing he hears is Junsu's hysterical, high-pitched laughter in his ears. Hyukjae hopes desperately that this is some kind of hidden camera but he has this feeling of inevitable dread that it isn't.
10. for forochel
Heechul/Donghae, PG-13, head-dwarfing headphones, 450 words
Heechul had never been able to decide if he liked or hated Donghae's headphones. On the plus side, Donghae always looked so happy whenever he had them on, listening to whatever Japanese pop song had struck his fancy that week, nodding his head happily and lost to the world. On the minus side, the world he was lost to included Heechul.
"Yah!" Heechul wrapped his arms around Donghae from behind and put his chin on Donghae's shoulder. He smiled prettily when Donghae blinked and looked down at him, his eyes crossing slightly.
"Hi," said Donghae, smiling.
Heechul looked pointedly at the headphones and Donghae obligingly lifted his hands to remove them. Heechul grudgingly moved back about an inch to allow the headphones to move to Donghae's neck, where they hung in obstruction--but at least he had Donghae's ears to himself now. "So what were you listening to?" he asked, not really interested as he put his mouth on Donghae's right ear and blew out a soft breath.
Donghae squirmed but made no other move to leave the circle of Heechul's arms. "Do As Infinity," he said, his head tilting to the side as Heechul's tongue traced lightly over the shell of his ear.
"Again?" Heechul demanded, nipping disapprovingly. He squeezed Donghae's waist reprovingly and nudged his knee between Donghae's. "You should listen to more L'arc~en~Ciel or X Japan."
"But I like Do As Infinity," Donghae protested and gasped when Heechul's mouth moved down his jawline and neck to suck at his jumping pulse. "Ah, hyung." He shivered and slid back against Heechul's leg, his hands flitting unsure at his side before coming to rest on Heechul's.
Heechul licked thoughtfully at Donghae's throat, his hair feathering out and tickling Donghae, making the younger man fidget and whimper. Heechul slid his hand out from under Donghae's and pulled off the headphones still wrapped around Donghae's neck, movement impatient as he tossed them to the side. It was getting in the way. "Hae," he said, rocking his hips and smiling when Donghae returned the gesture, "you should be more thoughtful."
"Um?" Donghae queried, confusion clear in his expression.
Heechul turned his head and kissed him full on, slicking his tongue into Donghae's mouth and taking a lengthy tour, languorous. He sucked lightly on Donghae's lower lip before he withdrew, watching with satisfaction as Donghae's eyes glazed over. "These headphones aren't conducive to making out," Heechul said, slipping his fingers down to cup Donghae through his jeans. "Be a little more considerate next time and use earphones or something, mmkay?"
Donghae made an inarticulate sound of agreement, shuddering under Heechul's hand. Whatever you want, Heechul translated, and promptly took advantage of the concession.
Music tastes from this post.
11. for emeraldcrystal
Eunhyuk/Donghae, PG, iPods and harddrives, 486 words
"Hyuk," Donghae whined. "I'm bored."
"I'm busy," Eunhyuk said, sitting on his bed and bent over something in his lap.
"No, you're not," Donghae said, crawling onto the bed and peering into Eunhyuk's lap. "That's just your iPod. What are you doing?"
"Being busy," Eunhyuk insisted with determination, refusing to look at his friend as he continued to scroll and press buttons. He didn't lift his eyes or see the pout on Donghae's face.
Donghae swatted him in the hip, upset. "No, you're not! Answer me," he demanded with equal determination.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Are you looking at porn?"
Eunhyuk's head flew up. "What? No!" He kicked a leg out at Donghae, who had stretched out on the bed with easy familiarity. "Stop being stupid!" he said.
"Stop ignoring me," Donghae returned, tugging the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and rolling away from Eunhyuk's abusive feet. "Tell me what you're doing or I'll tell everyone you're looking at porn!"
Eunhyuk made a disgusted sound. "You're, like, three years old, Lee Donghae!"
"You love me anyway. What're you doing?"
"Who says I love you?"
"Umm." Donghae rolled over again to peer thoughtfully up at Eunhyuk's face. "Well, you let me cuddle with you. You share your food. You let me use your computer when you won't let anyone else. And, oh yeah, all that sex we have."
Flushing, Eunhyuk smacked Donghae in the chest. "How do you know I'm not just using you for sex?"
Donghae pouted again. "Are you, Hyukkie? Because if that's the case, I'm going to have to tell Kangin-hyung that you're treating me like a whore because you're too cheap to buy more porn."
Eunhyuk sighed loudly and collapsed on top of Donghae, burying his face into Donghae's shirt and mumbling, "God, I hate you. You're such a dickwad." He jumped when Donghae poked a finger in his side, sitting up to Donghae's laughter. He tried to glare but it didn't last for more than a few seconds before he ended up grinning too. "Seriously," he said, shaking his head as Donghae curled up around him, "you are such a dickwad."
"Mm, but I give good blowjobs and that's why you keep me around."
Eunhyuk laughed again at Donghae's cheeky smile. "I don't know why everyone keeps fixating on me and porn. You're obviously the perverted one!"
Donghae smirked. "Well, I'm not the one trying to delete porn off my iPod and harddrive." He waved a wide arm at Eunhyuk's iPod, abandoned on the corner of the bed, and the external harddrive on its side on the floor. He yelped as Eunhyuk, red, pounced on him and assumed a no-holds-barred tickle attack.
"That wasn't my fault! And I hate you," Eunhyuk repeated as they wrestled, laughing and shouting.
"Okay," said Donghae easily, sneaking in a kiss.
"If you're going to have sex, keep it down!" Kangin bellowed from outside the room.
Sorry, Hyuk, I'm never going to stop torturing you with mentions of porn!
12. for _happy_as_rain_
Siwon/Hankyung, PG, thoughts from filming I Will/Left Shore of Happiness, 424 words
When they film Left Shore of Happiness, Siwon is forcibly reminded of the first time he kissed Hankyung. It's hard not to when the director tells him to reach over and grab Hankyung by his clothes, pulling him forward as they stare into each other's eyes.
Siwon is trained, though, so he remembers to school his face into one of pain and anger, a story of betrayal, as the cameras pan across his face. He doesn't let memories of fierce kisses distract him, even if the glitter in Hankyung's eyes can almost be mistaken for the glaze of pleasure Siwon is so fond of.
He kisses Hankyung later, off-set, when they have a break to grab some water and some air before make-up is reapplied and the cameras start rolling again. Siwon lets his lips linger against the corner of Hankyung's mouth, frowning a little when he hears Hankyung sigh. He draws back and gives the other man a puzzled look. "What's the matter?"
Hankyung responds with a rueful smile. "Just...I'm thinking." His gaze drifts into the distance and Siwon knows that slump of his shoulders.
"Do you miss your dance school?" he asks quietly. He sits next to Hankyung and takes his hand unthinkingly, stroking his thumb across a strong, wide palm.
"Sometimes," Hankyung admits. "Now, a little. I wonder sometimes what things would have been like. Different."
Siwon says nothing, listening.
"I miss traditional dance. I think I'm forgetting it, getting out of practice." Hankyung sighs again and brings his gaze back to Siwon, sad. Siwon wants to ask him if he has any regrets but he's not sure he'll like the answer, so he swallows the question. He understands, though, because it's hard not to live life without regrets. He knows, at least, that Hankyung is glad to have met them. I wouldn't trade it for the world, he's said on more than one occasion.
So Siwon gives Hankyung's hand a squeeze and says, seemingly incongruously, "I would never doubt you, hyung. I would never think you betrayed me."
It says something about the two of them that Hankyung knows exactly what he's talking about, his thoughts on the same unspoken wavelength. He squeezes Siwon's hand in return and leans against him, the full lengths of their sides pressed together. "I would never let you wake up alone," he murmurs in Chinese, smiling when Siwon takes a moment to process that.
Siwon drops a kiss to the top of Hankyung's head and is thankful for this opportunity to work together.
See I Will and Left Shore of Happiness.
SUJU MEME DRABBLES
01. for dear_whimsy
Kibum/Kyuhyun, R, Kyuhyun getting cocky, 605 words
"You're getting a little cocky, aren't you?" Kibum said with a little grin, scrolling down the webpage. He paused as Kyuhyun looked over his shoulder at the computer screen to see a familiar site. UFO Town. Kyuhyun smiled involuntarily at the memories, moving back to settle in a chair.
"I'm just having some fun with the ELFs," he replied with a shrug.
Kibum resumed scrolling and began reading aloud some of the fan posts and responses. "Cold! Cold Kyu! Why do you give short answers all the time? 'If you don't like it then okay.' Oppa is stupid. 'Compared to you, I'm a genius.' Recently oppas are getting too cool. 'No, no, I'm very cute.'" He stopped and turned his head to look at Kyuhyun, an eyebrow raised. "Like I said, a little cocky."
Kyuhyun leaned back in his chair beside Kibum's desk. "Hyung," he said, almost sheepishly, but the curl of his lip gave him away. "Don't take it so seriously. You know how silly and worked up some of the fans can get. I'm just teasing."
Kibum pushed his chair back and turned his body to fully face the younger man. He leaned forward and propped his arms on his knees, giving Kyuhyun a searching look, silent. Kyuhyun shifted uncomfortably under his stare, tucking his feet up on his chair and then moving them back down.
"What?" he asked self-consciously after a moment. "Hyung..."
A hand moved to grip his wrist and, before he could do more than startle, it was followed by a swift movement of long limbs and rustling clothes. Kibum was suddenly standing over Kyuhyun, pinning him to the chair as he continued to stare, his eyes dark. "The baby of the family should remember his place," Kibum murmured. "I know mine. You should keep yours in mind." With no further warning, he ducked his head and captured Kyuhyun's mouth in a hungry kiss.
Kyuhyun's head tilted back automatically to accommodate Kibum's forceful presence. His heart leaped wildly as he was pressed firmly against the back of his chair by Kibum's hands, which slid lower until they gently but insistently spread his legs. Kibum sank to his knees in front of Kyuhyun, one hand rising to Kyuhyun's hair to tug his head forward, urging him to follow the kiss.
Oh, thought Kyuhyun, heat rising fast and uncontrollable through his body. He dug his fingers into the rough cloth of the chair seat.
Kibum murmured something again, but it was lost, unintelligible, against Kyuhyun's mouth. Kyuhyun squirmed as Kibum's hands skimmed up his jean-clad legs, the light touch almost ticklish, and then jerked out of the kiss with an abrupt gasp when those hands pressed firmly against the ridge of his fly.
"Hyung!" Kyuhyun choked out, eyes falling shut.
He felt Kibum smile against his throat. "Remembering your place again?" he asked, voice low as his fingers rubbed at Kyuhyun through his jeans.
Kyuhyun panted, swallowing back the moans threatening to escape. "I--yes--hyung," he said, incoherent. "Please--"
Kibum kissed him again, nipping at his lower lip and flickering his tongue in and out of his mouth, teasing. He undid the button to Kyuhyun's jeans and eased the zipper down. Kyuhyun bucked his hips when Kibum wrapped his hand hand around his straining erection, wet with precome.
"Is this how you learned your place, hyung?" Kyuhyun had the presence of mind to ask right before Kibum wrung a low whimper from him with a twist of his wrist.
Kibum's answering smile was predatory, not at all similar to his trademark innocent grin. His eyes glittered. "Got it in one."
UFO Town stuff from this post.
02. for sapphira_angel
Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, PG, non-angsty accident fic, 562 words
The first four weeks Leeteuk demanded someone come adjust his pillow and bring him tea, everyone rushed to comply, their eyes worried and relieved at the same time. They remembered one-hundred-seventy stitches all too well and were happy to do what they could for their leader.
But during the fifth week, Kyuhyun was released from the hospital and Leeteuk changed his demands.
"I want you to put his stuff in my room," he said. "We have to keep each other company! Did you buy oranges like I told you to? He'll need his vitamin C. We need hot tea too, with lemon and honey, okay? And some of that herbal stuff Hankyung brought back from China."
At first it was cute that he was mothering the youngest so much, even reclined in his bed as he was, propped up on pillows and still on the occasional pain medication. Hankyung would shop for anything Leeteuk demanded or Kyuhyun hinted that he wanted, and Sungmin and Donghae would visit whenever they could with cheerful stories and news. Even Heechul thought it was precious, making cooing noises whenever he stopped in the doorway and saw the two of them turned towards each other while they slept, hands linked between their beds.
But Leeteuk's demands didn't stop. "Move us to the living room, Kyuhyun wants to watch TV. Open the window, we need some fresh air. Close the blinds, the light is too bright. We need a fan in here, it gets really hot at night. Can you find a more comfortable pillow? You better cut up that food into small pieces or he'll choke and die and then you'll be sorry!"
"Teukie-hyung!" Kangin exploded midway into the seventh week. "You can walk and Kyuhyun is not a baby."
Leeteuk gave him a reproachful look, holding the blanket he'd just made Kangin fetch. "I'm still in pain, Kangin-ah. And Kyuhyun is still bravely recovering. Have you no heart?"
Kangin ran a hand through his hair in frustration and turned to Kyuhyun only to find him laughing behind his hand. "You!" Kangin said, pointing. "You're encouraging him, aren't you?"
"What do you mean, hyung?" Kyuhyun asked innocently. "I'm just trying to recover and Leeteuk-hyung is just doing his best to help me. He is still in pain, too," he added solicitously. "If you could see all the pills he has to pop to keep from moaning in the middle of the night..."
Kangin deflated, guilt washing over him. "Fine, fine," he grumbled and set about rearranging the furniture in Leeteuk's room for the fourth time that week so Kyuhyun could get just the right amount of sunlight and Leeteuk's bed would face the most auspicious direction according to feng shui. He surveyed the room with a grudging expression when he was done, hands on his hips. "I guess...call me if you need me."
"Thank you, Kangin-ah!" Leeteuk beamed and waved as Kangin left.
"You're terrible," Kyuhyun said later as Leeteuk crawled into bed with him. He was grinning though and Leeteuk was careful when he put his arms around the younger boy.
"I know," Leeteuk said, dimpling. He pressed a warm kiss to Kyuhyun's jaw, sliding a gentle hand along Kyuhyun's side. "Just wait until I start ordering them to get us chocolate sauce and condoms."
Kyuhyun laughed, and it hurt, but it was worth it.
03. for blizzard4526
Leeteuk/Lampshade, PG-13, 372 words
Leeteuk was by nature a worrier and his role as leader only added to that. He had a nervous habit of running his fingers back and forth against the nearest available surface when he was fretting, or "thinking hard", as he liked to call it.
There was a lamp in the dorm next to the couch, about level with the average person's chest while standing up. As Leeteuk's favorite place to think hard was in the living room on the couch, the lampshade ended up his favorite object of attention. His fingers stroked along the bottom edge of the shade, trailing through silky fringe, as his brows knitted in contemplation. He would trail his fingertips across the smooth fabric of the lampshade, lightly tracing nonsensical patterns, as he bit his lip in thought.
It was an unconscious movement, the way his fingers slid sensuously through the dangling fringe, darting in and out as they teased the edge of the lampshade. Leeteuk's mind was always on something else--Kyuhyun pushing himself too hard, Shindong's latest argument, Hankyung's schedule conflict--when he curled up in the corner of the couch, stroking the lamp as he worried. It became such a habit to touch it that Leeteuk found himself reaching for it even when he wasn't sequestered on the couch in deep thought--he would pet it as he passed, walking through the living area, his fingers making contact first and then sliding along until the full length of his palm skated across the warm-silk of the surface.
Leeteuk didn't think anything about this habit until Kangin walked in on him on the couch one day and stood there, staring.
"Um," said Leeteuk, a little concerned, a little unsettled, at the darkness of Kangin's eyes as he stared. "Is something wrong?" His fingers flitted and skipped across the surface of the lampshade, anxious.
Kangin swallowed and said, finally, hoarsely, "Hyung, stop fondling the lampshade."
(Leeteuk flushed bright red and jerked his hand away. "What!" he exclaimed.
"It's obscene." Kangin looked away and Leeteuk sat in miserable humiliation, too embarrassed to say anything, too aware of his hands. Then Kangin said roughly, "Come on, manager-hyung's looking for you. And I'll give you something else to fondle later.")
04. for ch_ar_me
Leeteuk/Everyone, R, Teuk's ponytail, 819 words
There was something about Leeteuk's ponytail that apparently made him incredibly attractive. He couldn't explain it but it must be true, because the first time he put his hair up like that just to get it off his neck, Kangin tugged him across the couch, stuck a hand down Leeteuk's baggy off-camera sweats, and jerked him off while mouthing hungrily at his neck.
Leeteuk had thought it was just a fluke. One of those Kangin-was-horny-and-I-was-the-nearest-available-warm-body kind of things. But not two hours later, his hair still up in that silly ponytail, Leeteuk found himself cornered by Donghae. "Hyung," he said, sounding incredibly earnest and rather confused, "you look really good today."
"Thanks," Leeteuk replied, all cheerful smiles. He didn't expect Donghae to grab his shirt and pull him over for a quick, deep kiss.
"Sorry!" Donghae said afterwards, looking far more pleased than repentant. Leeteuk only blinked at him in shock and ended up wandering off, dazed.
Three days later, he put his hair up again and Heechul pounced on him before he could leave the room that morning, tumbling them both onto Heechul's bed. "I can't explain it, Teuk," he said, shrugging, "but you're almost as hot as I am today." He kissed and bit and licked at Leeteuk's neck and collarbone until his skin was liberally covered in hickeys.
I'm not sure how I feel about being incredibly and inexplicably attractive, Leeteuk thought to himself later that day. He pulled up short as Sungmin stood in front of him, nervously playing with the edge of his pink hoodie.
"Hyung," said Sungmin, eyes cast to the side. "Is it okay if I play with your hair?"
Leeteuk started growing suspicious then. He said it was fine, but later, after their schedules were done and the stylist noonas wouldn't kill him for ruining whatever hairstyle they planned on inflicting on him for the day. His suspicions were confirmed when Sungmin happily cuddled up to him in the van that night on the way home, sliding his fingers through Leeteuk's hair and practically radiating joy and contentment.
To confirm, Leeteuk put his hair up in a ponytail the next night at Sukira and almost didn't make it to the privacy of a bathroom stall before Eunhyuk sucked him off after groping him under the table for an hour straight.
This is interesting, Leeteuk thought, grinning mischievously. This was power.
He put his hair up again the next day and had Siwon eating of his hands, literally, as he perched on the taller man's lap and rubbed teasingly against his crotch the entire time. He almost felt a little bad about inducing a crisis of faith into the younger member, but he justified it to himself by bringing Yesung to ecstasy by letting him "accidentally" walk in on Leeteuk changing after his shower. A right and a wrong, Leeteuk thought cheerfully to himself. They evened out, didn't they? When Kibum pressed him against the side of the dorm that night and kissed him hard, heedless of the fact that the dark didn't necessarily hide them from prying eyes, Leeteuk was more than okay with his sins for the day or for a lifetime. Some things were worth it.
The next night, Leeteuk invited himself to Ryeowook's room after feeling the younger man's eyes on him all day, watching, darting away, mentally stripping Leeteuk and then flitting away in guilt.
"It's okay, Ryeowookie," Leeteuk murmured reassuringly. He tilted his head so his bangs fell over his eyes and his ponytail was even more prominent. He grinned to himself when he heard Ryeowook swallow hard. "Here, let me show you."
Leeteuk ended up coaxing Hankyung to act on his desire by wandering around in large t-shirts that bared his collarbone, his hair in a messy ponytail above his sleepy eyes. He didn't have to convince Shindong to slide sure, experienced fingers over his body, dipping into crevices and fingering sensitive spots Leeteuk didn't know existed. He was most surprised and pleased, however, when Kyuhyun offered him a massage one night and ended it in the most pleasant way possible.
"I do believe in happy endings," Kyuhyun admitted into the crook of Leeteuk's neck as his hand moved rhythmically between their bodies.
"I do too," Leeteuk gasped. He fucked Kyuhyun slowly that night, carefully, ever-mindful of the other's still-weak body. Leeteuk laid in bed afterwards and thought happily, I love my band and I'm never going to change my hairstyle.
The next day, their management told them about their new concept.
No one understood why Leeteuk was in a horrid mood for the next week (though Kangin sucked him off again on Monday and Heechul called dibs for Tuesday). Leeteuk pouted and sulked for that week and then thought he might as well milk the last few weeks for all they were worth. Maybe he could somehow work a ponytail into his Don't Don concept.
05. for risabet
Siwon/Heechul, PG, hurt/comfort, 575 words
Heechul wonders if it'll ever be okay again, or if things were ever okay to begin with, when he watches the hunched curve of Siwon's back, two meters from him and no closer. Heechul wants to reach over and put an arm around those shoulders weighed down with the burden of faith, of filial duty. He wants to rest his cheek against that broad expanse of back, bronzed skin covered with a stiff white shirt and scratchy wool sweater. He wants to let his touch do all the talking for him for once, murmurs of hey, are you okay? or don't worry, it's not that bad sliding under Siwon's consciousness without Heechul having to voice them.
But two meters separate them because Siwon can't look Heechul in the eye, too conflicted inside, battling himself against himself. Heechul knows what it's about because it's always the same, from day one when Siwon's father gave his son a skeptical, disapproving look and every day after when Heechul tried to erase that doubt with laughter and easy touches and unspoken reassurance. It's Siwon's faith, his God who tells him that this is not okay, and his own desires, the undeniable longing of his heart with every beat, for the touches offered so freely.
Skinship is acceptable. Siwon's told himself that over and over; Heechul has told him that over and over. But Siwon wants more and Heechul can see it, can feel it, when Siwon rests his chin on Heechul's shoulder and sighs, easing his body against Heechul's with natural familiarity. This is home, Siwon's body tells him. This is where you belong, Heechul tells him with kisses and gentle brushes of his hand against Siwon's cheek.
But it's not okay, says Siwon's father, his God. And so Siwon sits two meters from Heechul, hunched and miserable, struggling with himself and making Heechul's heart ache.
This is why Heechul hates sometimes. He hates Siwon's father and Siwon's god and sometimes he hates Siwon for loving them both as much as he loves Heechul. Put me first, Heechul wants to demand, but part of him knows that he wouldn't love Siwon if Siwon didn't love others more.
"It'll get better," Heechul says at last, watching the space between him and Siwon grow larger. He gets angry, fights it. "Yah, look at me, Choi Siwon." His voice is sharp and his eyes are narrowed when Siwon lifts his head. "It'll get better," he repeats firmly. "It'll work out."
Siwon's face is momentarily so helpless that Heechul's heart clenches. He moves forward and Siwon's expression clears again, accepting Heechul's hand on his shoulder without comment. "Hyung," he says, his voice low and sweet and perfect. Heechul doesn't want to hear the rest because he knows he's right--he has to be right--so he kisses Siwon instead. He's not gentle, because Heechul's not a gentle person, not that way, not with his kisses. He saves his gentleness for his touches, palms cupping Siwon's cheeks, swallowing Siwon's surprise and gratitude every time.
"It'll work out," Heechul says again when he draws back from the kiss, eyeing Siwon's red and damp mouth with a sort of possessive satisfaction. Siwon's father doesn't get that, nor does his God. This part of Siwon is Heechul's alone and that is why he has the conviction to tell Siwon It'll be okay. It'll work out.
This is Heechul's faith, warm and curling and sure around Choi Siwon.
06. for ricciolo
Kibum/Donghae, PG, confessions of love, 402 words
The first time Donghae tried to confess his everlasting love to Kibum, he thought it'd be romantic to do it English.
Kibum smiled brightly at him. "Your pronunciation's a lot better now, hyung!"
The second time Donghae tried to confess, he thought it'd be safer to stick with Korean. He caught Kibum's sleeve as they were on their way to change clothes before a performance. "Kibum," he said, "I need a moment."
Kibum looked up from texting on his phone, expectant.
"You're my endless love," Donghae said earnestly. "You're the one. Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat. I love you."
"...not bad," Kibum said finally. "But I'm kind of busy right now. Can we talk about your song lyrics more later? Or you could talk to Leeteuk." He bent his head over his phone again and walked down the hall, leaving Donghae staring after him with a bewildered expression.
The third time Donghae tried to confess, he made sure they were alone in Kibum's apartment and had plenty of time to focus on the situation.
"Kibummie," he said seriously, sitting down across from Kibum at the kitchen table. "We need to talk."
Kibum nodded and waited. Donghae took a deep breath and opened his mouth. After a minute, Kibum's brows knit and he interrupted Donghae. "Hyung...why are you singing Sea of Love?"
It was then that Donghae decided not to listen to Heechul's advice anymore.
The fourth time Donghae tried to confess, he thought he'd get straight to the point. "Kibum, I love you like Romeo loved Juliet, like Jack loved Rose, like Kangin-hyung loves Teukie-hyung, like Heechul loves his mirror, like--"
Kibum put a hand over Donghae's mouth, grinning. "Are you calling me a girl, hyung?" He chuckled a little at Donghae's indignant expression. "I know," Kibum told him, still grinning, his eyes amused behind his glasses. "I've known since the beginning.
Donghae made an outraged noise behind Kibum's hand. He flailed a little too, emphatically.
Kibum removed his hand and Donghae yelped, "I can't believe you--"
He shut up when Kibum kissed him.
"Though your English pronunciation really has gotten better, your lyrics-writing still needs some work, you should never listen to advice from Heechul-hyung, and--" Kibum stopped his smug recitation abruptly when Donghae rocked their hips together, flashing a wicked smile. "And I love you too," Kibum finished on a hitched breath.
07. for blizzard4526
Kangin/Sungmin, NC-17, sex, 420 words
Kangin and Sungmin didn't always get along, but no one did in a group of thirteen very different personalities. Kangin and Sungmin were closer than some, anyway, because they had special way of dealing with their issues. Disagreements and annoyances were always addressed one-on-one in private, dealt with and put away, then sealed unspoken with hard kisses.
Kangin was never gentle even though Sungmin was so much smaller in frame and stature. He knew better. Sungmin liked a challenge, liked it rough, and was deceptively strong in any case, his fingers digging into Kangin's back as he writhed in Kangin's arms. He let out a full-body shudder as Kangin's hands ran up his shirt and skated over his back, fingers barely grazing skin. Silent, they stripped and Kangin pushed Sungmin back onto the bed, settling between Sungmin's thighs to kiss him again, fierce.
Sungmin wound an arm around Kangin's neck to pull him closer, never relenting to Kangin's aggressiveness. His eyes were bright and his skin was flushed as Kangin licked up his throat and traced his tongue over the edge of Sungmin's ear, flickering in and out of the tiny hoop earring. Sungmin arched, rubbing himself against Kangin's erection, a faint smile appearing on his face when Kangin moaned, low and guttural.
They didn't speak but they didn't have to. Sungmin was never cute in bed and Kangin liked it better that way, didn't mind being rolled on his back as Sungmin straddled him. The muscles in his arms came into definition as he gripped Kangin's knees behind him, sinking slowly onto Kangin's cock with a look of intense concentration. Kangin held as still as possible for as long as he could, abs quivering, fingers white and tight around the sheets. But he couldn't stop the incremental shift of his hips, the pressure to move riding high and tight, and his groan melted with Sungmin's when he began to rock his hips, friction and pleasure blinding him.
Afterwards, Sungmin licked absently at Kangin's chest, tracing haphazard patterns against his pecs to the rhythm of Kangin's hand along Sungmin's back. Only then would Sungmin speak, whispering irrelevant things against Kangin's skin, questions about tomorrow's schedule or why Leeteuk had been in a bad mood all day. Sometimes they would talk about everything and sometimes they talked about nothing at all.
They never talked about each other, though, because they worked better without a definition. And this odd relationship, agreement, was fine just as it was. It didn't change everything else.
08. for meemobunny
Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul, PG, humor and snark, 680 words
"We're going on a roadtrip," Heechul announced to the room at large.
Sungmin blinked at him, on his way out the door. "Ah, sorry," he said. "I have to do Chunji tonight. Maybe another time, hyung."
"Hyukjae and I have Sukira," Leeteuk put in. "And Kangin has ChinChin radio."
"Aren't we filming something?" Donghae asked Shindong, tugging at his baseball cap in thought. "I feel like we're filming something."
"Unbelievable Outing," Shindong confirmed. "That means Yesung's with us too. Sorry, hyung." He shrugged at Heechul, who was beginning to look vastly irritated, and pushed Donghae out the door as quickly as he could.
Heechul turned to glare at Ryeowook, who was trying to slink away without making it look as if that were exactly what he was doing. "We're in the studio tonight," he said apologetically. "Kyuhyun and I wanted to practice some harmonies. We didn't have any other night free, really. And I should go now, he's waiting, I'm sure..."
"I have a date with World of Warcraft," Kibum said flatly before Heechul could set in on him. He smirked at Heechul's outraged look and walked past, clapping the older man on the shoulder. "But Hannie and Siwon are free." He left, chuckling, and a smile spread on Heechul's face.
Siwon looked betrayed. "I...must have some modeling to do," he said nervously.
Heechul advanced on him and pounced, wrapping both arms around Siwon's neck in a death grip. "Yah, Choi Siwon, you're going on this roadtrip with me come hell or high water! You can't abandon a hyung in need, you know. It reflects poorly on your upbringing."
"I...yes, hyung."
Heechul grinned in triumph and pressed a loud kiss to his cheek, then patted it fondly, ignoring Siwon's resigned look. "Good! Now...Hannie." He let go of Siwon to give Hankyung a meaningful look.
Hankyung shook his head from his position on the other side of the room, where he'd just finished changing into his street clothes after the performance. "Ah? Sorry. I didn't understand that, Heechul." He had on the ever-familiar expression of thoughtful confusion, brows furrowed in thought as if he could figure out what had been said if he only put enough thought into it. But Heechul knew better--Hankyung was always pretending he didn't understand when he wanted to get out of something. And he knew by now that he could never fully understand Heechul no matter how hard he thought; Heechul had made sure of that.
"Hannie," Heechul sad severely, coming to his side and latching onto his arm. "Don't make me threaten to withhold sex."
"Oh my God," said Kangin from the doorway, "I definitely walked in at the wrong time. Can you keep your TMI to yourself, hyung?" He grabbed Leeteuk's scarf from where it had been draped over the back of a chair and turned to leave.
"Why don't you stop walking into other people's private conversations?" Heechul sniped back, "Unless you really want to hear about my sex life, because that's kind of perverted, Kangin-ah." He leered at Kangin's retreating form, laughing as Kangin made a rude gesture. Then he turned back, happy, to Hankyung. "So we're going on a roadtrip, okay?"
Hankyung and Siwon exchanged forlorn looks over the top of Heechul's head. "I. Well." Hankyung sighed. "This better not take long, Heechul. I have things to do tonight! You know how busy we all are."
"Yeah, yeah," said Heechul, waving a hand dismissively. "Your list of things to do includes Siwonnie, I know. But it's okay, so does mine."
Siwon reddened. "Hyung!"
Hankyung coughed.
Heechul smirked at the both of them. "We're just making a run to my favorite club. Don't worry, it'll only help you get your list of things to do done." He slid a meaningful hand along the skin above Hankyung's jeans, under his shirt, and coaxed Siwon closer for another kiss, this time on the mouth.
"So let's hit the road!" He pulled back, grinned, licked his lips.
Hankyung and Siwon exchanged another glance but followed, hands linking, resigned. Heechul always got what Heechul wanted.
09. for loser_no_jutsu
Hyukjae/Junsu, PG-13, one carrying the other ending badly, 651 words
"Why," says Hyukjae dramatically. "Why are you so stupid in the head?"
"Shut up," Junsu says back automatically, defensive because he's embarrassed. "It's better than being stupid elsewhere!"
Hyukjae gives him a look and asks, because it has to be asked, "Where else would you be stupid, you retard?" He swats Junsu on the head but his touch is gentler when he pats Junsu's back, because Junsu is laid out on the ground on his stomach, in pain because of a not-so-bright idea that starts with Junsu carrying Hyukjae around the EHB set to prove his manliness and ends with Junsu twisting some muscle he doesn't know he has.
"I don't know," Junsu says now, "stupid in the dick, maybe?"
The PDs have told the two of them to sit in this corner for a while, recuperating while the rest of their groups laugh and joke about how stupid they both are from a good distance away and the errand girl is sent to find the on-set physician, who disappeared for a cup of coffee ten minutes ago and was apparently swallowed by the jaws of the SBS building.
Hyukjae thinks that even the physician can't be as stupid as Junsu is right now. "What?" he sputters, laughing. "How does that even begin to make sense? How can anyone be stupid in the dick?"
Junsu smirks and twists his arm around to flick at Hyukjae's knee, then groans. He grimaces and carefully moves his arm back. "You're clearly stupid in the dick. You don't know what to get turned on by."
"What?" Hyukjae repeats, except this time he's slightly offended.
"Just think about it. All that stuff about you and porn--hey, no listen, you idiot," Junsu winces as Hyukjae swats him again on the head, less gently this time, and he can't roll out of the way. "Listen, you wanted to know why you're stupid in the dick right? Well, come on, all you let yourself get stimulated by are those cheesy pornos with the gasping and the oh, oh, yes, please, fuck me, I want your big hard cock in me--" Junsu pitches his voice high as he imitates the women in the videos, dissolving into laughter when he catches sight of Hyukjae's red cheeks. "Oh my god, you are stupid in the dick."
Hyukjae thinks that if Junsu wasn't his best friend, he would just kill him and be done with it. "Shut up and explain to me what you mean! So the pornos have stupid dialogue, so what?"
"So," Junsu says, grinning, "you should expand your boundaries. Why limit yourself to bad porn like that when you can just walk into the room next door and get a free, live show?"
"WHAT?"
"Oh, no, you are not getting away with that innocent act, Hyukkie. You know Youngwoon-hyung and Jungsu-hyung fuck like bunnies. You have to. Even I know that!" Junsu stares incredulously at Hyukjae's shocked expression. "Oh my fucking god. You are stupid in the dick! And in the brain! Hyukjae--"
Hyukjae's not sure he will ever be able to look Leeteuk in the eye again, much less host Sukira together. "You're not serious," he mutters, mortified. He casts a long look across the arena toward the set where he sees his members goofing off. If he squints, he can see Kangin all over Leeteuk, holding and touching and teasing, but that's normal. They've always been like this. But-- His mind rebels.
"Oh my god," Junsu repeats and now it sounds like he's holding in laughter again. "Hyukkie, you total retard. Are you going to tell me now that you didn't know Jaejoong and Yunho are fucking too?"
Hyukjae reels. "WHAT?" he bursts out again.
As various heads turn their way, the only thing he hears is Junsu's hysterical, high-pitched laughter in his ears. Hyukjae hopes desperately that this is some kind of hidden camera but he has this feeling of inevitable dread that it isn't.
10. for forochel
Heechul/Donghae, PG-13, head-dwarfing headphones, 450 words
Heechul had never been able to decide if he liked or hated Donghae's headphones. On the plus side, Donghae always looked so happy whenever he had them on, listening to whatever Japanese pop song had struck his fancy that week, nodding his head happily and lost to the world. On the minus side, the world he was lost to included Heechul.
"Yah!" Heechul wrapped his arms around Donghae from behind and put his chin on Donghae's shoulder. He smiled prettily when Donghae blinked and looked down at him, his eyes crossing slightly.
"Hi," said Donghae, smiling.
Heechul looked pointedly at the headphones and Donghae obligingly lifted his hands to remove them. Heechul grudgingly moved back about an inch to allow the headphones to move to Donghae's neck, where they hung in obstruction--but at least he had Donghae's ears to himself now. "So what were you listening to?" he asked, not really interested as he put his mouth on Donghae's right ear and blew out a soft breath.
Donghae squirmed but made no other move to leave the circle of Heechul's arms. "Do As Infinity," he said, his head tilting to the side as Heechul's tongue traced lightly over the shell of his ear.
"Again?" Heechul demanded, nipping disapprovingly. He squeezed Donghae's waist reprovingly and nudged his knee between Donghae's. "You should listen to more L'arc~en~Ciel or X Japan."
"But I like Do As Infinity," Donghae protested and gasped when Heechul's mouth moved down his jawline and neck to suck at his jumping pulse. "Ah, hyung." He shivered and slid back against Heechul's leg, his hands flitting unsure at his side before coming to rest on Heechul's.
Heechul licked thoughtfully at Donghae's throat, his hair feathering out and tickling Donghae, making the younger man fidget and whimper. Heechul slid his hand out from under Donghae's and pulled off the headphones still wrapped around Donghae's neck, movement impatient as he tossed them to the side. It was getting in the way. "Hae," he said, rocking his hips and smiling when Donghae returned the gesture, "you should be more thoughtful."
"Um?" Donghae queried, confusion clear in his expression.
Heechul turned his head and kissed him full on, slicking his tongue into Donghae's mouth and taking a lengthy tour, languorous. He sucked lightly on Donghae's lower lip before he withdrew, watching with satisfaction as Donghae's eyes glazed over. "These headphones aren't conducive to making out," Heechul said, slipping his fingers down to cup Donghae through his jeans. "Be a little more considerate next time and use earphones or something, mmkay?"
Donghae made an inarticulate sound of agreement, shuddering under Heechul's hand. Whatever you want, Heechul translated, and promptly took advantage of the concession.
Music tastes from this post.
11. for emeraldcrystal
Eunhyuk/Donghae, PG, iPods and harddrives, 486 words
"Hyuk," Donghae whined. "I'm bored."
"I'm busy," Eunhyuk said, sitting on his bed and bent over something in his lap.
"No, you're not," Donghae said, crawling onto the bed and peering into Eunhyuk's lap. "That's just your iPod. What are you doing?"
"Being busy," Eunhyuk insisted with determination, refusing to look at his friend as he continued to scroll and press buttons. He didn't lift his eyes or see the pout on Donghae's face.
Donghae swatted him in the hip, upset. "No, you're not! Answer me," he demanded with equal determination.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Are you looking at porn?"
Eunhyuk's head flew up. "What? No!" He kicked a leg out at Donghae, who had stretched out on the bed with easy familiarity. "Stop being stupid!" he said.
"Stop ignoring me," Donghae returned, tugging the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and rolling away from Eunhyuk's abusive feet. "Tell me what you're doing or I'll tell everyone you're looking at porn!"
Eunhyuk made a disgusted sound. "You're, like, three years old, Lee Donghae!"
"You love me anyway. What're you doing?"
"Who says I love you?"
"Umm." Donghae rolled over again to peer thoughtfully up at Eunhyuk's face. "Well, you let me cuddle with you. You share your food. You let me use your computer when you won't let anyone else. And, oh yeah, all that sex we have."
Flushing, Eunhyuk smacked Donghae in the chest. "How do you know I'm not just using you for sex?"
Donghae pouted again. "Are you, Hyukkie? Because if that's the case, I'm going to have to tell Kangin-hyung that you're treating me like a whore because you're too cheap to buy more porn."
Eunhyuk sighed loudly and collapsed on top of Donghae, burying his face into Donghae's shirt and mumbling, "God, I hate you. You're such a dickwad." He jumped when Donghae poked a finger in his side, sitting up to Donghae's laughter. He tried to glare but it didn't last for more than a few seconds before he ended up grinning too. "Seriously," he said, shaking his head as Donghae curled up around him, "you are such a dickwad."
"Mm, but I give good blowjobs and that's why you keep me around."
Eunhyuk laughed again at Donghae's cheeky smile. "I don't know why everyone keeps fixating on me and porn. You're obviously the perverted one!"
Donghae smirked. "Well, I'm not the one trying to delete porn off my iPod and harddrive." He waved a wide arm at Eunhyuk's iPod, abandoned on the corner of the bed, and the external harddrive on its side on the floor. He yelped as Eunhyuk, red, pounced on him and assumed a no-holds-barred tickle attack.
"That wasn't my fault! And I hate you," Eunhyuk repeated as they wrestled, laughing and shouting.
"Okay," said Donghae easily, sneaking in a kiss.
"If you're going to have sex, keep it down!" Kangin bellowed from outside the room.
Sorry, Hyuk, I'm never going to stop torturing you with mentions of porn!
12. for _happy_as_rain_
Siwon/Hankyung, PG, thoughts from filming I Will/Left Shore of Happiness, 424 words
When they film Left Shore of Happiness, Siwon is forcibly reminded of the first time he kissed Hankyung. It's hard not to when the director tells him to reach over and grab Hankyung by his clothes, pulling him forward as they stare into each other's eyes.
Siwon is trained, though, so he remembers to school his face into one of pain and anger, a story of betrayal, as the cameras pan across his face. He doesn't let memories of fierce kisses distract him, even if the glitter in Hankyung's eyes can almost be mistaken for the glaze of pleasure Siwon is so fond of.
He kisses Hankyung later, off-set, when they have a break to grab some water and some air before make-up is reapplied and the cameras start rolling again. Siwon lets his lips linger against the corner of Hankyung's mouth, frowning a little when he hears Hankyung sigh. He draws back and gives the other man a puzzled look. "What's the matter?"
Hankyung responds with a rueful smile. "Just...I'm thinking." His gaze drifts into the distance and Siwon knows that slump of his shoulders.
"Do you miss your dance school?" he asks quietly. He sits next to Hankyung and takes his hand unthinkingly, stroking his thumb across a strong, wide palm.
"Sometimes," Hankyung admits. "Now, a little. I wonder sometimes what things would have been like. Different."
Siwon says nothing, listening.
"I miss traditional dance. I think I'm forgetting it, getting out of practice." Hankyung sighs again and brings his gaze back to Siwon, sad. Siwon wants to ask him if he has any regrets but he's not sure he'll like the answer, so he swallows the question. He understands, though, because it's hard not to live life without regrets. He knows, at least, that Hankyung is glad to have met them. I wouldn't trade it for the world, he's said on more than one occasion.
So Siwon gives Hankyung's hand a squeeze and says, seemingly incongruously, "I would never doubt you, hyung. I would never think you betrayed me."
It says something about the two of them that Hankyung knows exactly what he's talking about, his thoughts on the same unspoken wavelength. He squeezes Siwon's hand in return and leans against him, the full lengths of their sides pressed together. "I would never let you wake up alone," he murmurs in Chinese, smiling when Siwon takes a moment to process that.
Siwon drops a kiss to the top of Hankyung's head and is thankful for this opportunity to work together.
See I Will and Left Shore of Happiness.