suju/big bang x-over part 1
pairing: Sungmin (Super Junior)/ GDragon (Big Bang)
They stand there in the almost dark like two absolute strangers. In fact, they are. They know each other but don’t actually *know* each other. Besides muttered “annyonghaseyo” and hurried half-bows, Sungmin and jiyong have never really ‘chatted’.
“I’m…”
“I’m gonna…”
“…sorry.”
“…kill them.”
Their words blur over the others but are distinctively heard. There is a half-breath of silence then Sungmin reaches around Jiyong to pound at the door.
“Let us out!” he hollers frantically like he’s just realized that he’s been contained in there with a wild beast. amused, jiyong steps to his left directly in between sungmin and the door.
“sungmin sshi” he smirks. “what are you suddenly so afraid of?”
afraid? not in the sense that jiyong is thinking, but yes…sungmin would say he is afraid. he looks everywhere except at jiyong’s face. *swiffer wet-jet. hmm wonder how well that works…*
“are you scared that something might actually happen in here?” jiyong closes the already non-gap between them. he licks his lips and leans forward. his mouth almost touches sungmin’s cheek as he gets even closer. “or are you scared of what *isn’t* gona happen? did you tell all your friends that it would be a good idea to shove us in here together? did you think you were gona fuck me?” He backs up to see sungmin’s horrified ‘truth-revealing’ face. well, the ‘horrified’ is right. it could be possible sungmin had nothing to do with this. but it doesn’t matter. “seunghyun! daesung! you open this door right now!”
there is an immediate jingle of keys. as the door is being opened, jiyong wraps his arms around sungmin. to the outside observer it might look just like a hug, but he just wants to say the next few hate-filled words for sungmin only. “why would you think I’d let you put your girly hands on me when I’m thoroughly fucked hard every night by TOP?”
the challenging face turns to an eye-roll as he faces his friends. “haha. very funny guys.”
in contrast, sungmin hides in the shadows, unsure of what to say or do. He tries to remember a situation where anyone has ever been so incredibly cruel to him, but he can’t.
“aw, hyung…its okay…” sungmin can hear daesung’s voice. “I forgot you didn’t like confined spaces.” what reason does jiyong have to lie? he could just tell them that he’s repulsed by sungmin and never have to be subjected to something so awful ever again.
hyukjae steps in to retrieve sungmin. “you guys weren’t in there very long at all.”
sungmin reddens and flashes an: ‘I don’t wana talk about it’ look. he leaves with a muttered goodbye. convinced now that he will be the joke of the big bang household.
**
“okay, so just to recap…”
“no! no recap, please.” sungmin presses the heels of his hands to his temples. “it was awful and humiliating and I just wanted to die.”
“well, someone has to point out the incredible stupidity of the whole thing. how would he *not* know it was a setup?”
“oh my god. it was *your* idea.”
“and a stupid one.” heechul shrugs admitting practically nothing in his nonchalance. “look…I said I’d do anything to help you. it wasn’t like you had to take my advice. you could have just gone on doing absolutely nothing but whining about what a big crush you have on big bang’s g-dragon, driving all of us crazy.” then as an afterthought, or a slap in the face he added “if it was me in that closet, he woulda left saying ‘TOP who’?”
**
sometimes it’s just impossible to avoid someone. especially in this profession. sure, they have different dressing rooms down the hall from each other, but they’re still at the same awards show.
it’s been a month already. the awkwardness should have passed but sungmin feels himself sinking into the floor, metaphorically speaking since jiyong’s presence actually makes him stiffen (with trepidation). he tosses the piece of melon he’s no longer interested in eating, into the trash. he can’t eat with such a pit forming in his stomach. daesung and yongbae don’t seem to even notice him, let alone acknowledge his presence which he guesses is for the best. otherwise the room would surely be filled with mocking laughter.
he makes a quick escape, but somewhere between the cafeteria and super junior’s dressing room, his wrist gets caught on jiyong’s hand and he feels himself being pulled toward the stairwell. the door echoes as it closes behind them, and jiyong peers for a good while over the edge of the rail. stairwells are where ‘things’ tend to happen, also leading to reporters hovering around in search of such ‘things’.
Jiyong faces sungmin and once again the feeling of being trapped rushes over sungmin’s entire body. Jiyong places a hand on either side of him. his palms are flat and arms spread wide enough so as to not actually touch sungmin. now, even more contained, sungmin is worried. his heart is beating fast. his chest rising and falling as he almost hyperventilates.
“calm down, sungmin sshi. I’m not gona hurt you.” surprisingly the tone in jiyongs voice does nothing to put him at ease. and quite suddenly sungmin forgets *how* to breathe. with jiyongs lips pressed firmly against his, and the fear still sending adrenaline through his system, he imagines that this must be what it’s like to be given CPR.
he doesn’t even enjoy it. jiyong steps back. “you’re a really bad kisser.” he sneers.
“I…I…” sungmin sputters. he has no response. if jiyong would just give him a chance to recover from shock.
“see, I knew you weren’t worth it.” a poke to the chest, then being shoved out of the way of the door…sungmin is left alone again. he slowly regains feeling in his brain and decides that he should have grabbed jiyong and kissed him back. too little…too late. now he‘s not only conniving, but an assuredly awful kisser.
**
jungsu shoves heechul at sungmin. “well, *I* cant go, obviously cause I’m the leader, but here…take heechul with you.”
sungmin stares and heechul voices his thoughts. “why me?” sungmin wonders why su would force heechul to go to a party jungsu, himself had suggested sungmin should crash.
“you don’t have to come. I can ask one of the others. or better yet I won’t even do it.” sungmin starts his decent into a chair. heechul grabs him under the armpit to stop him from sitting.
“you’re going to that party. and you’re bringing a ridiculously hot date.” sungmin is wondering if heechul is actually talking about himself. “don’t look at me like that. I may actually save your life. or well, at least get you laid.”
**
*I should have so done it like this.* sungmin thinks to himself as he and heechul kiss. he’s a great kisser. he knows the right force, the appropriate time for a nibble-suck that draws his partner’s lip in. and when a little bit, or a lot, of tongue is required. he pulls away from heechul but stays relatively close. “is he looking over here?”
“hmm?” heechul‘s eyes are half-lidded, as though he‘s falling asleep. or maybe drunk.
“aigoo. stop goofing around. is he looking at us?” impatience bursts from his outward breath.
“oh right, jiyong. uh…looking…staring….uh actually ‘glaring’ is the word I would use. now he’s standing up and now he’s walking in our dire…”
sungmin turns, intrigued by the play-by-play, and comes face to crotch with jiyong. oh dear god.
“you shouldn’t have come here.” jiyong’s voice sounds both threatening and clear at the same time. sungmin is sure that he’s in trouble. sure enough, he’s being yanked off his seat and down toward the bathrooms.
jiyong hands the attendant some money, pushes him out the door and locks the deadbolt. “you must think you’re so clever with all your plots to get us together.” in fact, sungmin hadn’t thought of anything himself, but he’s not about to mention that to jiyong. let him think what he wants if it makes him happy. “well, you’re just lucky I haven’t fucked someone since seungri last summer. and I can’t wait to get my dick in your ass.” the end of the sentence comes out punctuated by a growl.
the first real kiss is a bit sloppy but encouraged by the thought of feeling jiyong and him having sex right here and now, sungmin turns up the heat. while keeping his mouth still all over jiyong’s lips and other patches of skin of choice, he strips jiyong’s pants and underwear off and turns around to check the various bottles on the counter.
“woah. they have…everything.” and by ‘everything’ sungmin means ‘everything’.
“don’t you SM boys ever fuck in the bathroom?” jiyong pops the button and pulls down the fly on sungmin’s pants. he slips his hand down the back, inside both layers of material and runs his fingers between sungmin’s ass cheeks. “there are condoms in the compartment under the face-towels.”
he pokes his middle finger just past the first knuckle, inside sungmin and reaches past his shoulder to fiddle with the containers. it’s the first time sungmin notices, though the all-over-the-place kiss could have been an indication, that jiyong is more than a little drunk. he notices the sway of hesitation before jiyong grabs something that’s hopefully not hairspray…or cologne. both which would make very unpleasant lubrication
“are you…?” sungmin looks at jiyong’s reflection. they stare at e/o for a heartbeat then jiyong grins evilly.
“you’re getting what you wanted. so why don’t you just shut up and enjoy it.” he removes his hand, pulls down sungmin’s pants roughly and bends him further over the sink counter. sungmin can tell by looking in the mirror, what jiyong is up to. its half-obscured by his own body but the movements are familiar.
jiyong squeezing out the lube. his fingers are not a surprise. the bottle being tossed into the sink beside him. *Vaseline intensive care body lotion.* jiyong’s hand almost-frantically working his own dick while twisting with his other hand. causing sungmin to moan.
“just do me already.” he sounds like a porn-star, but they don’t have all night.
jiyong makes a weird sound and pulls his hand away from sungmin’s body. he braces himself against the counter. moves his ass back in anticipation…. “get on your knees and suck me first.”
he lifts his head to look at mirror jiyong’s face then turns to look at the real thing. what’s with the games? he thinks to himself, but drops to his knees anyway. jiyong’s cock is not at it’s full potential. and it clicks. even as he teases jiyong, he knows it’s not gonna happen. it’s taking too long and his efforts are getting them nowhere.
sungmin looks up and blinks, very unsure of what to say.
“fuck!” jiyong pulls his pants up quickly. he flashes sungmin a warning death-glare. and then he’s gone.
sungmin fixes his own clothing but stands in the bathroom a little longer. is it just him? sure jiyong had been drinking. limp-dick happens to almost everyone once in a while, including himself. but a pestering voice inside him still wants him to think that it’s his fault.
the bathroom attendant peaks in and an embarrassed sungmin hurries past him. now in a rush to collect heechul and get the hell out of there.
**
“thanks.” sungmin lays back and brushes his sweaty hair up off his forehead. his chest moves heavily. each breath threatening to crack his ribs. he wasn’t even aware he had all that tension pent up since this afternoon.
“for what?” heechul laughs. “besides jiyong being a dumbass, and impotent when drunk…”
“repeat that to no one!”
“…I should be thanking *him*. we haven’t had sex since…” he pretends to be thinking but if his state of thought is anything like sungmin’s right now, the pause is just for show. “…well way too effing long anyway.”
it’s an odd thing to hear especially paired with the memory of heechul‘s face this evening after their kiss at the party, so sungmin just chuckles a little. he kicks the blankets off of his legs either to cool off or to make his escape a bit easier. how awkward would a relationship with heechul be? at least with jiyong he could hide behind the diversion that they are from different companies. and supposedly rivals.
or maybe he was reading too much into it.
“you should just forget about him.” or maybe not…
speedy escape executed, he stops just inside his door and bites his lip. his thoughts are scattered and he’s desperately trying to piece it all together.
“you…ok?” kyuhyun looks up from his PSP.
“uh…sure.” he fakes a smile.
“really? ‘cause I think you left you clothes in heechul’s room.”
sungmin squints his eyes at his roommate. “you just…shut up.”
**
now that he was looking for it, things are definitely suspicious. but in an attempted-elusive way. one day donghae shied away from more than an ass grab against the kitchen counter at the moment heechul walked in. if fact lately the other guys have arms-lengthed him like he has H1N1 or something.
yeah, and really subtle how they all scatter whenever the two of them are in the same room together. no. not apparent at all.
and now, what can he do about jiyong? it’s a fair guess no one will help him now.
**
“I’ll help you with jiyong.” heechul rolls to his side and props his head on his hand.
uh…what? okay, so he’d given into persuasion, so heechul’s comment is confusing. but what can he say? if he says the wrong thing, he could end up looking about as stupid as he feels. “oh?”
“well, I already told you I would, even before you turned into a complete weirdo. dunno what’s going on with the others either…anyways.” heechul gets his pondering face on. sungmin waits just staring at his partner-in-crime. waiting…waiting…. “uh, you’re gona have to give me a minute or two. I still can’t think straight after that.”
“how about another hour?” sungmin pulls heechul’s head closer and slides his leg across to straddle the mastermind. “no rush.”
They stand there in the almost dark like two absolute strangers. In fact, they are. They know each other but don’t actually *know* each other. Besides muttered “annyonghaseyo” and hurried half-bows, Sungmin and jiyong have never really ‘chatted’.
“I’m…”
“I’m gonna…”
“…sorry.”
“…kill them.”
Their words blur over the others but are distinctively heard. There is a half-breath of silence then Sungmin reaches around Jiyong to pound at the door.
“Let us out!” he hollers frantically like he’s just realized that he’s been contained in there with a wild beast. amused, jiyong steps to his left directly in between sungmin and the door.
“sungmin sshi” he smirks. “what are you suddenly so afraid of?”
afraid? not in the sense that jiyong is thinking, but yes…sungmin would say he is afraid. he looks everywhere except at jiyong’s face. *swiffer wet-jet. hmm wonder how well that works…*
“are you scared that something might actually happen in here?” jiyong closes the already non-gap between them. he licks his lips and leans forward. his mouth almost touches sungmin’s cheek as he gets even closer. “or are you scared of what *isn’t* gona happen? did you tell all your friends that it would be a good idea to shove us in here together? did you think you were gona fuck me?” He backs up to see sungmin’s horrified ‘truth-revealing’ face. well, the ‘horrified’ is right. it could be possible sungmin had nothing to do with this. but it doesn’t matter. “seunghyun! daesung! you open this door right now!”
there is an immediate jingle of keys. as the door is being opened, jiyong wraps his arms around sungmin. to the outside observer it might look just like a hug, but he just wants to say the next few hate-filled words for sungmin only. “why would you think I’d let you put your girly hands on me when I’m thoroughly fucked hard every night by TOP?”
the challenging face turns to an eye-roll as he faces his friends. “haha. very funny guys.”
in contrast, sungmin hides in the shadows, unsure of what to say or do. He tries to remember a situation where anyone has ever been so incredibly cruel to him, but he can’t.
“aw, hyung…its okay…” sungmin can hear daesung’s voice. “I forgot you didn’t like confined spaces.” what reason does jiyong have to lie? he could just tell them that he’s repulsed by sungmin and never have to be subjected to something so awful ever again.
hyukjae steps in to retrieve sungmin. “you guys weren’t in there very long at all.”
sungmin reddens and flashes an: ‘I don’t wana talk about it’ look. he leaves with a muttered goodbye. convinced now that he will be the joke of the big bang household.
**
“okay, so just to recap…”
“no! no recap, please.” sungmin presses the heels of his hands to his temples. “it was awful and humiliating and I just wanted to die.”
“well, someone has to point out the incredible stupidity of the whole thing. how would he *not* know it was a setup?”
“oh my god. it was *your* idea.”
“and a stupid one.” heechul shrugs admitting practically nothing in his nonchalance. “look…I said I’d do anything to help you. it wasn’t like you had to take my advice. you could have just gone on doing absolutely nothing but whining about what a big crush you have on big bang’s g-dragon, driving all of us crazy.” then as an afterthought, or a slap in the face he added “if it was me in that closet, he woulda left saying ‘TOP who’?”
**
sometimes it’s just impossible to avoid someone. especially in this profession. sure, they have different dressing rooms down the hall from each other, but they’re still at the same awards show.
it’s been a month already. the awkwardness should have passed but sungmin feels himself sinking into the floor, metaphorically speaking since jiyong’s presence actually makes him stiffen (with trepidation). he tosses the piece of melon he’s no longer interested in eating, into the trash. he can’t eat with such a pit forming in his stomach. daesung and yongbae don’t seem to even notice him, let alone acknowledge his presence which he guesses is for the best. otherwise the room would surely be filled with mocking laughter.
he makes a quick escape, but somewhere between the cafeteria and super junior’s dressing room, his wrist gets caught on jiyong’s hand and he feels himself being pulled toward the stairwell. the door echoes as it closes behind them, and jiyong peers for a good while over the edge of the rail. stairwells are where ‘things’ tend to happen, also leading to reporters hovering around in search of such ‘things’.
Jiyong faces sungmin and once again the feeling of being trapped rushes over sungmin’s entire body. Jiyong places a hand on either side of him. his palms are flat and arms spread wide enough so as to not actually touch sungmin. now, even more contained, sungmin is worried. his heart is beating fast. his chest rising and falling as he almost hyperventilates.
“calm down, sungmin sshi. I’m not gona hurt you.” surprisingly the tone in jiyongs voice does nothing to put him at ease. and quite suddenly sungmin forgets *how* to breathe. with jiyongs lips pressed firmly against his, and the fear still sending adrenaline through his system, he imagines that this must be what it’s like to be given CPR.
he doesn’t even enjoy it. jiyong steps back. “you’re a really bad kisser.” he sneers.
“I…I…” sungmin sputters. he has no response. if jiyong would just give him a chance to recover from shock.
“see, I knew you weren’t worth it.” a poke to the chest, then being shoved out of the way of the door…sungmin is left alone again. he slowly regains feeling in his brain and decides that he should have grabbed jiyong and kissed him back. too little…too late. now he‘s not only conniving, but an assuredly awful kisser.
**
jungsu shoves heechul at sungmin. “well, *I* cant go, obviously cause I’m the leader, but here…take heechul with you.”
sungmin stares and heechul voices his thoughts. “why me?” sungmin wonders why su would force heechul to go to a party jungsu, himself had suggested sungmin should crash.
“you don’t have to come. I can ask one of the others. or better yet I won’t even do it.” sungmin starts his decent into a chair. heechul grabs him under the armpit to stop him from sitting.
“you’re going to that party. and you’re bringing a ridiculously hot date.” sungmin is wondering if heechul is actually talking about himself. “don’t look at me like that. I may actually save your life. or well, at least get you laid.”
**
*I should have so done it like this.* sungmin thinks to himself as he and heechul kiss. he’s a great kisser. he knows the right force, the appropriate time for a nibble-suck that draws his partner’s lip in. and when a little bit, or a lot, of tongue is required. he pulls away from heechul but stays relatively close. “is he looking over here?”
“hmm?” heechul‘s eyes are half-lidded, as though he‘s falling asleep. or maybe drunk.
“aigoo. stop goofing around. is he looking at us?” impatience bursts from his outward breath.
“oh right, jiyong. uh…looking…staring….uh actually ‘glaring’ is the word I would use. now he’s standing up and now he’s walking in our dire…”
sungmin turns, intrigued by the play-by-play, and comes face to crotch with jiyong. oh dear god.
“you shouldn’t have come here.” jiyong’s voice sounds both threatening and clear at the same time. sungmin is sure that he’s in trouble. sure enough, he’s being yanked off his seat and down toward the bathrooms.
jiyong hands the attendant some money, pushes him out the door and locks the deadbolt. “you must think you’re so clever with all your plots to get us together.” in fact, sungmin hadn’t thought of anything himself, but he’s not about to mention that to jiyong. let him think what he wants if it makes him happy. “well, you’re just lucky I haven’t fucked someone since seungri last summer. and I can’t wait to get my dick in your ass.” the end of the sentence comes out punctuated by a growl.
the first real kiss is a bit sloppy but encouraged by the thought of feeling jiyong and him having sex right here and now, sungmin turns up the heat. while keeping his mouth still all over jiyong’s lips and other patches of skin of choice, he strips jiyong’s pants and underwear off and turns around to check the various bottles on the counter.
“woah. they have…everything.” and by ‘everything’ sungmin means ‘everything’.
“don’t you SM boys ever fuck in the bathroom?” jiyong pops the button and pulls down the fly on sungmin’s pants. he slips his hand down the back, inside both layers of material and runs his fingers between sungmin’s ass cheeks. “there are condoms in the compartment under the face-towels.”
he pokes his middle finger just past the first knuckle, inside sungmin and reaches past his shoulder to fiddle with the containers. it’s the first time sungmin notices, though the all-over-the-place kiss could have been an indication, that jiyong is more than a little drunk. he notices the sway of hesitation before jiyong grabs something that’s hopefully not hairspray…or cologne. both which would make very unpleasant lubrication
“are you…?” sungmin looks at jiyong’s reflection. they stare at e/o for a heartbeat then jiyong grins evilly.
“you’re getting what you wanted. so why don’t you just shut up and enjoy it.” he removes his hand, pulls down sungmin’s pants roughly and bends him further over the sink counter. sungmin can tell by looking in the mirror, what jiyong is up to. its half-obscured by his own body but the movements are familiar.
jiyong squeezing out the lube. his fingers are not a surprise. the bottle being tossed into the sink beside him. *Vaseline intensive care body lotion.* jiyong’s hand almost-frantically working his own dick while twisting with his other hand. causing sungmin to moan.
“just do me already.” he sounds like a porn-star, but they don’t have all night.
jiyong makes a weird sound and pulls his hand away from sungmin’s body. he braces himself against the counter. moves his ass back in anticipation…. “get on your knees and suck me first.”
he lifts his head to look at mirror jiyong’s face then turns to look at the real thing. what’s with the games? he thinks to himself, but drops to his knees anyway. jiyong’s cock is not at it’s full potential. and it clicks. even as he teases jiyong, he knows it’s not gonna happen. it’s taking too long and his efforts are getting them nowhere.
sungmin looks up and blinks, very unsure of what to say.
“fuck!” jiyong pulls his pants up quickly. he flashes sungmin a warning death-glare. and then he’s gone.
sungmin fixes his own clothing but stands in the bathroom a little longer. is it just him? sure jiyong had been drinking. limp-dick happens to almost everyone once in a while, including himself. but a pestering voice inside him still wants him to think that it’s his fault.
the bathroom attendant peaks in and an embarrassed sungmin hurries past him. now in a rush to collect heechul and get the hell out of there.
**
“thanks.” sungmin lays back and brushes his sweaty hair up off his forehead. his chest moves heavily. each breath threatening to crack his ribs. he wasn’t even aware he had all that tension pent up since this afternoon.
“for what?” heechul laughs. “besides jiyong being a dumbass, and impotent when drunk…”
“repeat that to no one!”
“…I should be thanking *him*. we haven’t had sex since…” he pretends to be thinking but if his state of thought is anything like sungmin’s right now, the pause is just for show. “…well way too effing long anyway.”
it’s an odd thing to hear especially paired with the memory of heechul‘s face this evening after their kiss at the party, so sungmin just chuckles a little. he kicks the blankets off of his legs either to cool off or to make his escape a bit easier. how awkward would a relationship with heechul be? at least with jiyong he could hide behind the diversion that they are from different companies. and supposedly rivals.
or maybe he was reading too much into it.
“you should just forget about him.” or maybe not…
speedy escape executed, he stops just inside his door and bites his lip. his thoughts are scattered and he’s desperately trying to piece it all together.
“you…ok?” kyuhyun looks up from his PSP.
“uh…sure.” he fakes a smile.
“really? ‘cause I think you left you clothes in heechul’s room.”
sungmin squints his eyes at his roommate. “you just…shut up.”
**
now that he was looking for it, things are definitely suspicious. but in an attempted-elusive way. one day donghae shied away from more than an ass grab against the kitchen counter at the moment heechul walked in. if fact lately the other guys have arms-lengthed him like he has H1N1 or something.
yeah, and really subtle how they all scatter whenever the two of them are in the same room together. no. not apparent at all.
and now, what can he do about jiyong? it’s a fair guess no one will help him now.
**
“I’ll help you with jiyong.” heechul rolls to his side and props his head on his hand.
uh…what? okay, so he’d given into persuasion, so heechul’s comment is confusing. but what can he say? if he says the wrong thing, he could end up looking about as stupid as he feels. “oh?”
“well, I already told you I would, even before you turned into a complete weirdo. dunno what’s going on with the others either…anyways.” heechul gets his pondering face on. sungmin waits just staring at his partner-in-crime. waiting…waiting…. “uh, you’re gona have to give me a minute or two. I still can’t think straight after that.”
“how about another hour?” sungmin pulls heechul’s head closer and slides his leg across to straddle the mastermind. “no rush.”