Super Junior; KiHae; Control
Title: Control
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Kibum/Donghae
Word Count: 2,360
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kibum realizes he may not be the one in control after all.
Genre: Smuuut
A/N: sly!Donghae! I love him like that. I actually really like this piece, and I edited it twice. I think my next attempt will be at a sujukinkmeme, judging on the response to this. I think I might have a bias to KiHae, too. Nevermind, I KNOW I have a Kihae bias. But hopefully this will start off my reputation as a good smut writer (hopefully). Oh KiHae. Ily so much. *sighs happily*... I hope you like! I'm also going to start putting time stamps on my fics, cuz this took about a day to write and 2 to edit, since I'm a busy college freshman. Idk enjoy!
Donghae always had some sort of power over Kibum. Though Kibum always seemed in control, seemed to be the commanding force in their relationship, always the one to turn a conversation sexual or designate exactly when and where to meet for another Kihae moment, he finally realized that Donghae was always behind the scenes, carelessly tugging on Kibum’s strings, carefully pushing his buttons to make sure he got exactly what he wanted, exactly when he wanted it. It was on the set of the U music video that it finally hit Kibum. After the initial anger at being tricked wore off, he actually found this fact kind of hot.
***
Kibum found himself, yet again, being controlled by Donghae, acting as his puppet. This time it was more evident, the dance in the U music video only deepening Kibum’s suspicions. Fuck, Kibum thought, as he swung to his left, Donghae’s hands moving above him as they danced, he has me again. Despite secretly liking the subconscious domination by Donghae their relationship, Kibum did like to actually be in control, and he didn’t like that this had been going on for so long, especially without his knowledge. He decided to confront Donghae about it, who apparently had no idea what he was talking about.
“Admit it. You are secretly a mastermind, controlling my every decision so that it benefits you the most without my knowledge,” Kibum accused, having cornered Donghae on the side of the U set, faces close, Donghae unable to escape the interrogation thanks to the hard wall behind his back. Donghae looked curiously at Kibum’s bare arms pressed hard on either side of him, then back at his face with wide, innocent eyes, an expression of confusion on his face.
“What are you talking about, Kibummie?” he questioned, tone innocent, oblivious.
“You! You let me think I’m in control, but youre pulling all the strings, youre running the show,” Kibum said, somewhat hysterically, starting to sound like a madman. “I want to be the one giving the orders,” Kibum added in a low voice.
Donghae’s tongue slipped out and ran across his bottom lip before disappearing into the grin stretching across his face. “I have no idea what you mean, Kibummie,” Donghae said, voice quiet and smooth and hot, “but if you want you can order me around tonight after the shoot. I promise I’ll be good,” he said, laughing slightly.
Kibums eyes widened. “THAT’S WHAT I MEAN!” he hissed at Donghae, “You! You and you do that…that thing and then you-“ he spluttered, pointing an accusing finger at Donghae.
Donghae just gave him a very concerned look that obviously questioned his sanity before he flicked out his tongue and lightly licked the tip of Kibum’s finger pointing at his face. “You’re cute, Kibummie,” he said, eyes sparkling with laughter as he turned and walked back to the set.
Kibum’s mouth fell open and he stared after him, shocked and slightly outraged at Donghae, simultaneously at himself for getting so hard so fast. He hid Donghae’s effect on him quickly as Leeteuk walked by and noticed his stunned expression.
“What’s wrong, Kibum?” he asked.
Kibum just turned towards him, eyes still wide, mouth still hanging open, and managed to choke out a squeaky “D-Donghae!” pointing in the direction his hyung had left.
A look of comprehension dawned on Leeteuks face and he just nodded and said “Ah,” before walking away, leaving Kibum slumped weakly against the wall, struggling with something internal that none of the others could see.
***
“Hey Kibum,” said Donghae enthusiastically, as Kibum approached the food table behind the truck on the U music video set. Kibum shot him a disgruntled sideways glance before grabbing a Styrofoam cup and shifting towards the coffee maker. “Want a strawberry?” Kibum watched from the corner of his eyes as Donghae lightly played with a bright red strawberry between his long fingertips, eyes watching him. “I know how much you like them,” he added, a smile playing across his lips. Kibum started to pour himself some coffee with suddenly shaky hands, and decided to ignore Donghae’s tugging on the string controlling a certain part of his male anatomy. He snuck another sidelong glance and his breath caught in his throat as he watched Donghae wrap his lips around a particularly juicy strawberry and bite down slowly, maddeningly, closing his eyes as a small line of juice ran from his stained red lips to his chin. Kibum’s cock twitched and heat crept up his neck as he watched Donghae carefully, drinking in the sight of his closed eyes and slightly wet lips. Kibum choked down a moan before letting out a yelp of pain as the hot coffee overfilled his cup and spilled onto his hand.
“Kibum!” Donghae scolded, eyes flying open before snatching Kibum’s hand between his own and running his cool, slightly sticky tongue along the back of Kibum’s scorched hand, turning it over and pressing his tongue to his palm, eyes gently falling shut again. Donghae’s mouth closed around Kibum’s middle finger and he sucked lightly, gently running his tongue up the side, making Kibum’s eyes shut as he hissed slightly and pressed gently against Donghae, already hard again. A small noise escaped the back of Kibum’s throat before he groaned and tore himself away from Donghae, who looked up at him in surprise.
“You’re doing it again! That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Kibum ground out from between clenched teeth, his hands in fists at his side as he fought to regain control over his body and clear his mind.
Donghae’s wide eyes were innocent again. “Doing what?”
“The thing with the tongue-and then you know that I’m going to…and then you’ll get to…and…stop affecting my mind!” Kibum tried to explain.
“Kibum, you’re sounding insane. I’m not doing anything to you. If you’re on that control thing again, do you really think I know what I’m doing?” Donghae asked Kibum. “I’m innocent and naive, remember?”
“Like hell you are,” Kibum said, looking at him shrewdly. “You know exactly what to do to make me…so that you can…” Kibum fumbled for words. You know exactly what to do to make me hard so that you can get off, Kibum thought bitterly.
“When you push me up against the walls, when you come into my bed at night, when you corner me after performances…do you really think I’m the one controlling all that?” Donghae asked, chuckling slightly, cocking his head and regarding Kibum with amusement.
Kibum frowned. “You…influence it. You set it up so that I want to fuck you almost everyday. When you want me to fuck you against a wall, you’re always around one. When you want to suck me off, you always seem to catch me with easy-to-get-into pants…you…you must plan it!” Kibum said, starting to become confused, flustered. He hated the effect Donghae had on him, hated the way he never seemed to have control over himself or his sex life any more.
Donghae laughed at him. Kibum’s frowned deepened, his expression disgruntled. “You think everything is a conspiracy, Kibum. Stop over thinking things.” Donghae, said, and for the second time that day he left Kibum standing alone and frustrated, trying to figure his hyung out.
***
Kibum was watching Donghae out of the corner of his eye as they filmed. He had to twist his neck a little bit at an awkward angle, and still manage to look natural since he was slightly in front during the position switch as they did this take for the millionth time. His insides squirmed as Donghae, hand dangerously close to his crotch, hip-thrusted vigorously, face an expression of liquid sex. Kibum couldn’t help but wish that he could slip his hands under that low waistline, imagining fingers lightly skimming the peek of skin just above the belt before Kibum would push his hand under Donghae’s jeans and stroke and pull and drag his fingers in the way that made Donghae moan his name in the particular way Kibum liked. Kibum blinked a few times, clearing the haze that had obscured his vision and realized that he had been staring at Donghae for a while now and that Donghae was watching him, expression amused, tongue between teeth and a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Kibum stifled the surprised gasp that had threatened to escape his lips, biting down on his bottom lip hard in an effort at maintaining his normally unshakeable self-control. Donghae’s eyes raked up and down Kibum’s body and his eyes were dark with something Kibum hadn’t seen before. Donghae gave him a sly wink before turning his attention forward and mouthing along with the words to the song echoing in the background, mere noise now to the very distracted Kibum. Donghae was doing this on purpose. Kibum was certain. Donghae’s manipulation, his careful movements and sly remarks-it was all a plan to get Kibum so uncomfortably hot through the day that he wouldn’t be able to resist pushing him against the kitchen counter once back in the apartment. Kibum was sure of this now, and the thought just made him harder. Alright, thought Kibum, as he grit his teeth and turned a determined look to the camera, I can play this game.
***
Donghae’s back came into contact with the yellow tile of the counter painfully. He winced slightly before continuing to smirk knowingly at the younger boy who was pressing him into the counter with his hips, his strong arms gripping the edge of the counter firmly, intensity running through his body like electricity. Donghae leaned against the tile pressing into his back and flashed the smile that made Kibum melt straight into the face inches from his. Kibum groaned and pushed his hips more firmly against the older boy’s. “You are such a filthy liar,” he accused his hyung.
“What do you mean, Kibummie?” Donghae asked in his most clueless voice.
“Don’t play dumb,” Kibum growled, pressing his chest against Donghae’s. “You know your tongue drives me crazy…you know my kink is your so-called innocence. You know everything you do, so don’t play dumb.”
Donghae dragged a long finger up the crotch of Kibum’s jeans firmly, fingers pausing to fiddle with the zipper flirtatiously. “I know a lot more than that, Kibum,” he said, voice low and dark and sexy as hell.
Kibum ground his erection into Donghae’s, drawing a groan from the back of Donghae’s throat. “So I was right?” he whispered, breath fanning across Donghae’s face, Kibum’s face an inch from his. It wasn’t a question.
Donghae chuckled huskily and unzipped Kibum’s fly, hands jumping away to rest idly on his hips. “Whatever you say, Kibummie. You’re always right.”
“That’s right,” Kibum said, leaning forward to run his tongue along Donghae’s bottom lip before slipping it inside, hands twisting in Donghae’s hair, mouths parting to breath heavily as Donghae slipped his hand past Kibum’s zipper, stroking him slowly then faster as they kissed, Kibum pushing into Donghae’s hand insistently, Donghae writhing across the counter ever so slightly. Kibum pressed his body against Donghae’s, breaking the kiss and bringing his lips to kiss along Donghae’s jaw up to where ear meets neck.
“Get on the table,” Kibum breathed into Donghae’s ear, breath hot before his moist tongue snaked out to envelop the soft skin of Donghae’s earlobe. Donghae moaned and gripped the top of Kibum’s arms as the other boy’s fingers quickly tore at the button on Donghae’s jeans, pushing them off his hips roughly. Donghae smirked slightly against Kibum’s lips and stayed pressed against the counter. Kibum growled and pulled Donghae around and tugged him, stumbling slightly as he tried to step out of his pants, towards the table, pushing him onto it forcefully and climbing up behind and on top of him.
“Do what I tell you,” Kibum ordered fiercely. “I’m in control now,”
Dongahe chuckled quietly against Kibum’s collarbone, breath tickling and sending chills racing down Kibum’s spine. “You were never in control,” he said, so quietly Kibum couldn’t be sure if he heard him correctly. Fuck it, Kibum thought, and he flipped Donghae over and thrust into him roughly, unforgiving. Donghae gasped and slammed his ass further back onto Kibum’s cock, forcing every thrust deeper, and Kibum knew that this was exactly what Donghae wanted. He could tell by the way Donghae’s knuckles were white on the table, fingers digging into his palms, head down, breath coming in gasps and heavy pants now, lips red and swollen, sweaty hair sticking to his neck and face. It was obvious from the way Donghae pushed his hips back and up, begging for more, making Kibum fill him completely, forcing the thrusts to become harder, faster. The thing that gave him away most was Donghae’s loud moans filling the apartment, communicating his desperate need for more as Kibum thrust into his hyung, fingers gripping his hips hard enough that there would be marks from tonight in the morning.
“Kibum, Kibum harder, please…more” Donghae whimpered, writhing helplessly in Kibum’s grasp. Kibum thrust harder, faster, happy to obey Donghae’s every wish as he heard his name being screamed in the kitchen as he fucked his hyung on the kitchen table.
After Dongahe came, gasping and moaning in his hand, and after Kibum followed, crying out as he exploding deliciously in Donghae, Kibum decided that he didn’t really mind this game after all.
***
“Wow Kibum,” said Ryeowook as the group watched the U video air for the first time on television. “What were you thinking about when you did that take?” he asked as a shot of Kibum looking at the camera appeared onscreen, Kibum’s eyes dark and sultry, face determined.
Kibum thought backed to the set and what had been going on earlier. “Fucking Hae-hyung,” he said casually, getting up off the couch to get a drink from the refrigerator.
Ryeowook choked on his soda. “OH, well-That…that helps the ‘sexy image’, I suppose…” he spluttered as Donghae hid his smirk from across the room.
Anything for hyung, thought Kibum, smiling to himself.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Kibum/Donghae
Word Count: 2,360
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kibum realizes he may not be the one in control after all.
Genre: Smuuut
A/N: sly!Donghae! I love him like that. I actually really like this piece, and I edited it twice. I think my next attempt will be at a sujukinkmeme, judging on the response to this. I think I might have a bias to KiHae, too. Nevermind, I KNOW I have a Kihae bias. But hopefully this will start off my reputation as a good smut writer (hopefully). Oh KiHae. Ily so much. *sighs happily*... I hope you like! I'm also going to start putting time stamps on my fics, cuz this took about a day to write and 2 to edit, since I'm a busy college freshman. Idk enjoy!
Donghae always had some sort of power over Kibum. Though Kibum always seemed in control, seemed to be the commanding force in their relationship, always the one to turn a conversation sexual or designate exactly when and where to meet for another Kihae moment, he finally realized that Donghae was always behind the scenes, carelessly tugging on Kibum’s strings, carefully pushing his buttons to make sure he got exactly what he wanted, exactly when he wanted it. It was on the set of the U music video that it finally hit Kibum. After the initial anger at being tricked wore off, he actually found this fact kind of hot.
***
Kibum found himself, yet again, being controlled by Donghae, acting as his puppet. This time it was more evident, the dance in the U music video only deepening Kibum’s suspicions. Fuck, Kibum thought, as he swung to his left, Donghae’s hands moving above him as they danced, he has me again. Despite secretly liking the subconscious domination by Donghae their relationship, Kibum did like to actually be in control, and he didn’t like that this had been going on for so long, especially without his knowledge. He decided to confront Donghae about it, who apparently had no idea what he was talking about.
“Admit it. You are secretly a mastermind, controlling my every decision so that it benefits you the most without my knowledge,” Kibum accused, having cornered Donghae on the side of the U set, faces close, Donghae unable to escape the interrogation thanks to the hard wall behind his back. Donghae looked curiously at Kibum’s bare arms pressed hard on either side of him, then back at his face with wide, innocent eyes, an expression of confusion on his face.
“What are you talking about, Kibummie?” he questioned, tone innocent, oblivious.
“You! You let me think I’m in control, but youre pulling all the strings, youre running the show,” Kibum said, somewhat hysterically, starting to sound like a madman. “I want to be the one giving the orders,” Kibum added in a low voice.
Donghae’s tongue slipped out and ran across his bottom lip before disappearing into the grin stretching across his face. “I have no idea what you mean, Kibummie,” Donghae said, voice quiet and smooth and hot, “but if you want you can order me around tonight after the shoot. I promise I’ll be good,” he said, laughing slightly.
Kibums eyes widened. “THAT’S WHAT I MEAN!” he hissed at Donghae, “You! You and you do that…that thing and then you-“ he spluttered, pointing an accusing finger at Donghae.
Donghae just gave him a very concerned look that obviously questioned his sanity before he flicked out his tongue and lightly licked the tip of Kibum’s finger pointing at his face. “You’re cute, Kibummie,” he said, eyes sparkling with laughter as he turned and walked back to the set.
Kibum’s mouth fell open and he stared after him, shocked and slightly outraged at Donghae, simultaneously at himself for getting so hard so fast. He hid Donghae’s effect on him quickly as Leeteuk walked by and noticed his stunned expression.
“What’s wrong, Kibum?” he asked.
Kibum just turned towards him, eyes still wide, mouth still hanging open, and managed to choke out a squeaky “D-Donghae!” pointing in the direction his hyung had left.
A look of comprehension dawned on Leeteuks face and he just nodded and said “Ah,” before walking away, leaving Kibum slumped weakly against the wall, struggling with something internal that none of the others could see.
***
“Hey Kibum,” said Donghae enthusiastically, as Kibum approached the food table behind the truck on the U music video set. Kibum shot him a disgruntled sideways glance before grabbing a Styrofoam cup and shifting towards the coffee maker. “Want a strawberry?” Kibum watched from the corner of his eyes as Donghae lightly played with a bright red strawberry between his long fingertips, eyes watching him. “I know how much you like them,” he added, a smile playing across his lips. Kibum started to pour himself some coffee with suddenly shaky hands, and decided to ignore Donghae’s tugging on the string controlling a certain part of his male anatomy. He snuck another sidelong glance and his breath caught in his throat as he watched Donghae wrap his lips around a particularly juicy strawberry and bite down slowly, maddeningly, closing his eyes as a small line of juice ran from his stained red lips to his chin. Kibum’s cock twitched and heat crept up his neck as he watched Donghae carefully, drinking in the sight of his closed eyes and slightly wet lips. Kibum choked down a moan before letting out a yelp of pain as the hot coffee overfilled his cup and spilled onto his hand.
“Kibum!” Donghae scolded, eyes flying open before snatching Kibum’s hand between his own and running his cool, slightly sticky tongue along the back of Kibum’s scorched hand, turning it over and pressing his tongue to his palm, eyes gently falling shut again. Donghae’s mouth closed around Kibum’s middle finger and he sucked lightly, gently running his tongue up the side, making Kibum’s eyes shut as he hissed slightly and pressed gently against Donghae, already hard again. A small noise escaped the back of Kibum’s throat before he groaned and tore himself away from Donghae, who looked up at him in surprise.
“You’re doing it again! That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Kibum ground out from between clenched teeth, his hands in fists at his side as he fought to regain control over his body and clear his mind.
Donghae’s wide eyes were innocent again. “Doing what?”
“The thing with the tongue-and then you know that I’m going to…and then you’ll get to…and…stop affecting my mind!” Kibum tried to explain.
“Kibum, you’re sounding insane. I’m not doing anything to you. If you’re on that control thing again, do you really think I know what I’m doing?” Donghae asked Kibum. “I’m innocent and naive, remember?”
“Like hell you are,” Kibum said, looking at him shrewdly. “You know exactly what to do to make me…so that you can…” Kibum fumbled for words. You know exactly what to do to make me hard so that you can get off, Kibum thought bitterly.
“When you push me up against the walls, when you come into my bed at night, when you corner me after performances…do you really think I’m the one controlling all that?” Donghae asked, chuckling slightly, cocking his head and regarding Kibum with amusement.
Kibum frowned. “You…influence it. You set it up so that I want to fuck you almost everyday. When you want me to fuck you against a wall, you’re always around one. When you want to suck me off, you always seem to catch me with easy-to-get-into pants…you…you must plan it!” Kibum said, starting to become confused, flustered. He hated the effect Donghae had on him, hated the way he never seemed to have control over himself or his sex life any more.
Donghae laughed at him. Kibum’s frowned deepened, his expression disgruntled. “You think everything is a conspiracy, Kibum. Stop over thinking things.” Donghae, said, and for the second time that day he left Kibum standing alone and frustrated, trying to figure his hyung out.
***
Kibum was watching Donghae out of the corner of his eye as they filmed. He had to twist his neck a little bit at an awkward angle, and still manage to look natural since he was slightly in front during the position switch as they did this take for the millionth time. His insides squirmed as Donghae, hand dangerously close to his crotch, hip-thrusted vigorously, face an expression of liquid sex. Kibum couldn’t help but wish that he could slip his hands under that low waistline, imagining fingers lightly skimming the peek of skin just above the belt before Kibum would push his hand under Donghae’s jeans and stroke and pull and drag his fingers in the way that made Donghae moan his name in the particular way Kibum liked. Kibum blinked a few times, clearing the haze that had obscured his vision and realized that he had been staring at Donghae for a while now and that Donghae was watching him, expression amused, tongue between teeth and a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Kibum stifled the surprised gasp that had threatened to escape his lips, biting down on his bottom lip hard in an effort at maintaining his normally unshakeable self-control. Donghae’s eyes raked up and down Kibum’s body and his eyes were dark with something Kibum hadn’t seen before. Donghae gave him a sly wink before turning his attention forward and mouthing along with the words to the song echoing in the background, mere noise now to the very distracted Kibum. Donghae was doing this on purpose. Kibum was certain. Donghae’s manipulation, his careful movements and sly remarks-it was all a plan to get Kibum so uncomfortably hot through the day that he wouldn’t be able to resist pushing him against the kitchen counter once back in the apartment. Kibum was sure of this now, and the thought just made him harder. Alright, thought Kibum, as he grit his teeth and turned a determined look to the camera, I can play this game.
***
Donghae’s back came into contact with the yellow tile of the counter painfully. He winced slightly before continuing to smirk knowingly at the younger boy who was pressing him into the counter with his hips, his strong arms gripping the edge of the counter firmly, intensity running through his body like electricity. Donghae leaned against the tile pressing into his back and flashed the smile that made Kibum melt straight into the face inches from his. Kibum groaned and pushed his hips more firmly against the older boy’s. “You are such a filthy liar,” he accused his hyung.
“What do you mean, Kibummie?” Donghae asked in his most clueless voice.
“Don’t play dumb,” Kibum growled, pressing his chest against Donghae’s. “You know your tongue drives me crazy…you know my kink is your so-called innocence. You know everything you do, so don’t play dumb.”
Donghae dragged a long finger up the crotch of Kibum’s jeans firmly, fingers pausing to fiddle with the zipper flirtatiously. “I know a lot more than that, Kibum,” he said, voice low and dark and sexy as hell.
Kibum ground his erection into Donghae’s, drawing a groan from the back of Donghae’s throat. “So I was right?” he whispered, breath fanning across Donghae’s face, Kibum’s face an inch from his. It wasn’t a question.
Donghae chuckled huskily and unzipped Kibum’s fly, hands jumping away to rest idly on his hips. “Whatever you say, Kibummie. You’re always right.”
“That’s right,” Kibum said, leaning forward to run his tongue along Donghae’s bottom lip before slipping it inside, hands twisting in Donghae’s hair, mouths parting to breath heavily as Donghae slipped his hand past Kibum’s zipper, stroking him slowly then faster as they kissed, Kibum pushing into Donghae’s hand insistently, Donghae writhing across the counter ever so slightly. Kibum pressed his body against Donghae’s, breaking the kiss and bringing his lips to kiss along Donghae’s jaw up to where ear meets neck.
“Get on the table,” Kibum breathed into Donghae’s ear, breath hot before his moist tongue snaked out to envelop the soft skin of Donghae’s earlobe. Donghae moaned and gripped the top of Kibum’s arms as the other boy’s fingers quickly tore at the button on Donghae’s jeans, pushing them off his hips roughly. Donghae smirked slightly against Kibum’s lips and stayed pressed against the counter. Kibum growled and pulled Donghae around and tugged him, stumbling slightly as he tried to step out of his pants, towards the table, pushing him onto it forcefully and climbing up behind and on top of him.
“Do what I tell you,” Kibum ordered fiercely. “I’m in control now,”
Dongahe chuckled quietly against Kibum’s collarbone, breath tickling and sending chills racing down Kibum’s spine. “You were never in control,” he said, so quietly Kibum couldn’t be sure if he heard him correctly. Fuck it, Kibum thought, and he flipped Donghae over and thrust into him roughly, unforgiving. Donghae gasped and slammed his ass further back onto Kibum’s cock, forcing every thrust deeper, and Kibum knew that this was exactly what Donghae wanted. He could tell by the way Donghae’s knuckles were white on the table, fingers digging into his palms, head down, breath coming in gasps and heavy pants now, lips red and swollen, sweaty hair sticking to his neck and face. It was obvious from the way Donghae pushed his hips back and up, begging for more, making Kibum fill him completely, forcing the thrusts to become harder, faster. The thing that gave him away most was Donghae’s loud moans filling the apartment, communicating his desperate need for more as Kibum thrust into his hyung, fingers gripping his hips hard enough that there would be marks from tonight in the morning.
“Kibum, Kibum harder, please…more” Donghae whimpered, writhing helplessly in Kibum’s grasp. Kibum thrust harder, faster, happy to obey Donghae’s every wish as he heard his name being screamed in the kitchen as he fucked his hyung on the kitchen table.
After Dongahe came, gasping and moaning in his hand, and after Kibum followed, crying out as he exploding deliciously in Donghae, Kibum decided that he didn’t really mind this game after all.
***
“Wow Kibum,” said Ryeowook as the group watched the U video air for the first time on television. “What were you thinking about when you did that take?” he asked as a shot of Kibum looking at the camera appeared onscreen, Kibum’s eyes dark and sultry, face determined.
Kibum thought backed to the set and what had been going on earlier. “Fucking Hae-hyung,” he said casually, getting up off the couch to get a drink from the refrigerator.
Ryeowook choked on his soda. “OH, well-That…that helps the ‘sexy image’, I suppose…” he spluttered as Donghae hid his smirk from across the room.
Anything for hyung, thought Kibum, smiling to himself.