KyuBum is officially one of my guilty pleasures, mhmm~
Title: Floating
Pairing(s)/Characters: KyuBum
Rating: R
Genre: romance, mild smut
Disclaimer: Owns the fic, nothing else.
Summary: Kyuhyun had been visiting Kibum during private swimming training for a few nights now. The maknae's atrocious flirting since the first day he joined Super Junior up to that one night was starting to bother Kibum.
A/N: Yes, this is a late birthday fic for Kibum. Harhar. I'm in the process of writing Yesung's and apparently, Kyuhyun's in his too. ;A; There's a meaning behind the title. Floating can either mean the verb or the adjective. Floating is an action that can be done in water while floating as an adjective means, 'wavering' 'indecisive' or 'uncertain' THUS! The title of this oneshot has double-meaning. Woot! xD Anyway, it's been a while so I hope you enjoy reading this~
He was floating. His muscles had failed him and he could no longer move, to glide across the water like how he had been doing for the past weeks. In his ears was the sound of the ocean’s waves, coming and going as they pleased, at dawn. His body had not been enveloped by the waters of the ocean but of a simple indoor pool, the currents cradling his ever faint body to the center. It was cold and strange as he stared at the iron bars above him and the flickering lights that shone brightly in his eyes, only dimming when he ceased floating and the waters had prepared to take him wholly. A soft tinkling rang in his ears now and his vision had turned blurry, vaguely recognizing the slow swaying of streams and the light barely penetrating through the calm barrier. The bottom was near.
Kibum.
The bubbles from his breath had hovered, leaving only his entire being to rest. Rest, rest…
Kibuuum.
He closed his eyes then. Everything felt so measured and soothing. The tinkling echo subsided, replaced by the surrounding noise of silence. It was ironic how silent it was yet in his mind its resonance was loud, almost deafening. His limbs had lost feeling and the numbness hindered him of any signs of reaching the bottom or of the tiles that would pierce his back soon after.
Kibum.
Amidst the ridiculous noise was a voice, he later identified; a voice that had been calling for him from the surface whenever he had begun sinking, from three weeks ago to present. He remembered choking the first time he heard it from way before and the moment he came back to reality, he was welcomed by a reassuring smile and a water bottle shoved in front of his face. And those times had repeated over the days. Sometimes, if it wasn’t a water bottle then it would be an apple or a pear, even a box of pizza-flavored peppero at random, whenever that person felt like bringing unhealthy snacks to feed a training actor. But what never changed was that smile in all its loveliness and comforting warmth. That very smile and voice were the only reasons why his body would start to feel again and give him strength, motivating him to swim back to the surface and abandon all worries and exhaustion. And he did just that.
He gasped for air and waddled in the water for a while, trying to recover from his passive state. He tried paddling to the edge of the pool yet suddenly, his muscles began to cramp again and he descended under water once more, an arm extended over head. He could taste the chlorine in his mouth and down his throat, contaminating his system rapidly with every passing second of his struggle. Then, he was pulled up.
“Aish. What am I going to do with you?”
Kibum looked up and saw Kyuhyun holding tightly to his wrists, keeping half of his body suspended from the water. He was kneeling by the edge, still wearing his work clothes. He had been visiting Kibum for the past three weeks, checking up on the older boy and his filming for his new drama. Every day, without fail, Kyuhyun always snuck into Kibum’s private swimming practice after every filming. Hopefully, the staff had all gone home by then and the two boys meeting up had been their own little secret. Not even the other members knew of this.
“So what did you bring for me this time?” Kibum asked as he rested his arms by the edge. He refused to get up and let Kyuhyun see him in his swimming trunks.
“I came empty handed tonight. Sorry to disappoint you,” Kyuhyun replied, smiling.
“No. I’m not-“
“’cause I thought this time around, I’d be enough for you.”
Kibum glared at his dongsaeng, who was grinning quite mischievously then.
“I get more than enough of you for the past six years since your arrival to the group, thank you very much.” Kibum sighed.
Kyuhyun laughed and sat himself in an Indian sit in front of where Kibum was staying. He looked at the older boy in the water and snickered.
“Well I don’t get enough of you even more so now that you’ve gotten enough training to make yourself a little bit…”
Kibum smirked. “Sexier?”
“Exactly!” Kyuhyun exclaimed. “You used to be so skinny and weak. Your only asset used to be your smile but now you have those lumps so you know. It’s only normal for me to want you more.”
“I’m going to ignore that.”
“And you’re just saying that.”
Kibum rolled his eyes. Kyuhyun was right. He had been trying to ignore the maknae’s flirting and flattering words since the first day he tagged along in Super Junior. Yet, the flirtatious boy was becoming overly aggressive lately. His words were too sweet, his gaze was too intense and his voice was as amazing as ever, perhaps even ten times more than that. Such trivial things, Kibum knew he ought to ignore but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Not when Kyuhyun was somehow always clinging to him whenever there was free time and being so caring and thoughtful in the process of it all. It felt like Kyuhyun was-
“Are you courting me?”
Kyuhyun burst in laughter.
“I’ve been found out,” the maknae revealed. “Then again, since you didn’t permit me to do such honor, this isn’t anything official.”
“I see…”
“Unless you want me to?”
Kibum dipped his head into the water, thinking of the action as an excuse to wet his drying hair once he comes back up and see the victorious smirk Kyuhyun would have up by then.
Who wouldn’t want you? You’re hardworking and generous and talented. You have that fresh boyish charm no matter how much of a man’s body you have now. Is it wrong to want you?
Kyuhyun’s words were a bit slurred from under the water but it was loud enough for Kibum to hear him clearly. He wanted to make sure that his chest was hurting because of the intense training he was having frequently instead of the effect that Kyuhyun’s words had. He couldn’t mistake the sincerity and meaningful sentiments those words carried for anything else.
It would be really nice to love someone like you. Actually, it would be really nice to actually love you, not someone similar to you. I just want to love only you.
He needed air now so he pulled himself up. Kyuhyun wasn’t smirking. He was smiling quite fondly at Kibum, something the actor had already gotten used to seeing because Kyuhyun often looked at him with that expression whenever they were together. Kibum was always blushing, redder than a plump tomato and he was aware of it.
“Stop playing around, Kyu.”
There was still that smile then it got smaller and smaller and smaller… Until Kibum realized that the distance between their faces was almost nonexistent and Kyuhyun’s breath was wafting warmly against his cheeks. Kyuhyun went further, past Kibum’s cheek to his ear for a whisper…
“If I was serious, would you willingly be mine?”
Confusion, bewilderment, relief - Kibum wanted to know if feeling all those emotions stirring inside of him at the same time was even possible. But there was one thing he was certain of…
“Get my towel.”
He wanted to get out of the water.
~*~
Initially, Kibum just wanted to shower and change back into his clothes but now he got himself pushed up against his locker, the metal frame freezing cold against his back. His towel had fallen by his feet and one side of his swimming trunks was lowered enough to reveal his sex cuts, one more pull then his throbbing friend would have eventually sprung out. Kyuhyun had already went ahead and shoved his tongue down the older boy’s throat, later meeting up with an identical appendage for what seemed like a 6-years worth of relieving sexual repression through lots of saliva swapping and lip meshing. Kibum smelled like chlorine, tasted like chlorine and Kyuhyun swore he was, if not floating, flying. Kibum felt the same. Maybe being in the water for so long made his body feel light and weak that moment because he wasn’t particularly sure if he wanted to admit that it was Kyuhyun who made him experience that. If it was the maknae’s fault then he would have had to confess that he had been floating for the past six years - drifting along with wavering feelings, something he didn’t really want to do at the moment. Kyuhyun held Kibum’s body closer to his and he didn’t mind one bit that his suit was getting wet, as their clothed erections rubbed against each other’s. He had kept his left hand between their stomachs to let his fingers tread on beautifully sculpted muscles while his right slid down Kibum’s back, fingertips overly soft and tickling. They would separate for air from time to time then claim each other’s lips soon after, again and again, messier and sloppier each moment.
It felt like swimming, this quiet love. They dove into each other’s embrace deeper, kissed deeper, rubbed against each other deeper then stopping for a quick breath before going back to do all of it again. Over and over, like how Kibum glided across the pool for several straight hours and how Kyuhyun visited him and said sweet words, waiting for six long years to touch the older boy just like how he was touching him then. He had been patient for so long.
Kyuhyun’s hands were beginning to caress Kibum everywhere, making the actor tremble in odd pleasure and gasp into a steaming mouth.
Where those cold hands touch, it burns like fire…
“You can do… So much better…” Kibum had murmured against Kyuhyun’s lips before parting and staring at the maknae through blurring eyes.
“I can, simply if you could just let me have you,” Kyuhyun sighed. “And if you could just love me back. So let me do better.”
Kibum pressed his back against the locker once more while Kyuhyun leaned against his body, both still a bit high on the abrupt sensations, forever drunk with each passing second they had together.
“Seriously?”
Kibum smiled nervously. Kyuhyun nodded immediately.
“I’m serious.”
Kibum moved and kissed Kyuhyun again.
So don’t make me sober, keep me drunk and high on you and don’t bring me any water bottles or food to calm me down and let me just see you. Let me swim in your thoughts and leisurely glide in your heart long enough for you to never forget me but don’t let me drown. Pull me up only if you need to - that’s when you’re about to hurt me. So never ever forget to do so. You have to want me and only me, forever, if ever possible. That would be really nice.
They pulled away, chuckling.
“Why only tonight?”
“Because you didn’t bring me anything tonight and brought only yourself. I ought to accept you, right?”
“If I had done so sooner, would you have accepted me then?”
Kibum paused to think.
“Perhaps. If you said you were serious back then so yeah. It was fairly hard for me to know whether you meant your words or not, you know. Flirt.”
Kyuhyun frowned.
“Are you disappointed?” Kibum questioned.
“No. I’m not,” Kyuhyun answered.
“Then what?”
The maknae stroked the actor’s cheek lovingly.
“I don’t regret anything, that’s for sure. And I like the feeling of being with you so much that chasing you for the past few years didn’t really bother me as much as I had expected,” Kyuhyun said. “Admit it. You fell in love with me every day.”
Kibum shrugged. “Maybe.”
“You’re mine now but I think I’ll continue to want you, whether you like it or not. Tell me if you get tired though.”
“I endured six years. What makes you think tomorrow could change my mind?” Kibum retorted.
Kyuhyun chuckled. “Oh well, you know. We’re like swimming. You’d eventually want to get out of the water once you get tired or else your muscles would cramp and you’d drown. Simple.”
“Your love is something I’d at least want to dwell in for a couple more years.”
There was a very lengthy pause after Kibum’s confession before Kyuhyun started laughing hysterically, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. He was too happy.
“A couple more years… By then, I hope to see you old and wrinkly, still in my embrace. Would you want that? ‘cause I do.”
Kibum smiled. “Yeah. That would be perfect.”
If they’re not flying in the limitless sky,
Then they’re swimming in the depthless ocean.
A/N2: KyuBum is just soooo...! <3 Apologies for the random words at the end. 8D Comments are very much appreciated. Be it good or bad, anything's welcome!
Pairing(s)/Characters: KyuBum
Rating: R
Genre: romance, mild smut
Disclaimer: Owns the fic, nothing else.
Summary: Kyuhyun had been visiting Kibum during private swimming training for a few nights now. The maknae's atrocious flirting since the first day he joined Super Junior up to that one night was starting to bother Kibum.
A/N: Yes, this is a late birthday fic for Kibum. Harhar. I'm in the process of writing Yesung's and apparently, Kyuhyun's in his too. ;A; There's a meaning behind the title. Floating can either mean the verb or the adjective. Floating is an action that can be done in water while floating as an adjective means, 'wavering' 'indecisive' or 'uncertain' THUS! The title of this oneshot has double-meaning. Woot! xD Anyway, it's been a while so I hope you enjoy reading this~
He was floating. His muscles had failed him and he could no longer move, to glide across the water like how he had been doing for the past weeks. In his ears was the sound of the ocean’s waves, coming and going as they pleased, at dawn. His body had not been enveloped by the waters of the ocean but of a simple indoor pool, the currents cradling his ever faint body to the center. It was cold and strange as he stared at the iron bars above him and the flickering lights that shone brightly in his eyes, only dimming when he ceased floating and the waters had prepared to take him wholly. A soft tinkling rang in his ears now and his vision had turned blurry, vaguely recognizing the slow swaying of streams and the light barely penetrating through the calm barrier. The bottom was near.
Kibum.
The bubbles from his breath had hovered, leaving only his entire being to rest. Rest, rest…
Kibuuum.
He closed his eyes then. Everything felt so measured and soothing. The tinkling echo subsided, replaced by the surrounding noise of silence. It was ironic how silent it was yet in his mind its resonance was loud, almost deafening. His limbs had lost feeling and the numbness hindered him of any signs of reaching the bottom or of the tiles that would pierce his back soon after.
Kibum.
Amidst the ridiculous noise was a voice, he later identified; a voice that had been calling for him from the surface whenever he had begun sinking, from three weeks ago to present. He remembered choking the first time he heard it from way before and the moment he came back to reality, he was welcomed by a reassuring smile and a water bottle shoved in front of his face. And those times had repeated over the days. Sometimes, if it wasn’t a water bottle then it would be an apple or a pear, even a box of pizza-flavored peppero at random, whenever that person felt like bringing unhealthy snacks to feed a training actor. But what never changed was that smile in all its loveliness and comforting warmth. That very smile and voice were the only reasons why his body would start to feel again and give him strength, motivating him to swim back to the surface and abandon all worries and exhaustion. And he did just that.
He gasped for air and waddled in the water for a while, trying to recover from his passive state. He tried paddling to the edge of the pool yet suddenly, his muscles began to cramp again and he descended under water once more, an arm extended over head. He could taste the chlorine in his mouth and down his throat, contaminating his system rapidly with every passing second of his struggle. Then, he was pulled up.
“Aish. What am I going to do with you?”
Kibum looked up and saw Kyuhyun holding tightly to his wrists, keeping half of his body suspended from the water. He was kneeling by the edge, still wearing his work clothes. He had been visiting Kibum for the past three weeks, checking up on the older boy and his filming for his new drama. Every day, without fail, Kyuhyun always snuck into Kibum’s private swimming practice after every filming. Hopefully, the staff had all gone home by then and the two boys meeting up had been their own little secret. Not even the other members knew of this.
“So what did you bring for me this time?” Kibum asked as he rested his arms by the edge. He refused to get up and let Kyuhyun see him in his swimming trunks.
“I came empty handed tonight. Sorry to disappoint you,” Kyuhyun replied, smiling.
“No. I’m not-“
“’cause I thought this time around, I’d be enough for you.”
Kibum glared at his dongsaeng, who was grinning quite mischievously then.
“I get more than enough of you for the past six years since your arrival to the group, thank you very much.” Kibum sighed.
Kyuhyun laughed and sat himself in an Indian sit in front of where Kibum was staying. He looked at the older boy in the water and snickered.
“Well I don’t get enough of you even more so now that you’ve gotten enough training to make yourself a little bit…”
Kibum smirked. “Sexier?”
“Exactly!” Kyuhyun exclaimed. “You used to be so skinny and weak. Your only asset used to be your smile but now you have those lumps so you know. It’s only normal for me to want you more.”
“I’m going to ignore that.”
“And you’re just saying that.”
Kibum rolled his eyes. Kyuhyun was right. He had been trying to ignore the maknae’s flirting and flattering words since the first day he tagged along in Super Junior. Yet, the flirtatious boy was becoming overly aggressive lately. His words were too sweet, his gaze was too intense and his voice was as amazing as ever, perhaps even ten times more than that. Such trivial things, Kibum knew he ought to ignore but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Not when Kyuhyun was somehow always clinging to him whenever there was free time and being so caring and thoughtful in the process of it all. It felt like Kyuhyun was-
“Are you courting me?”
Kyuhyun burst in laughter.
“I’ve been found out,” the maknae revealed. “Then again, since you didn’t permit me to do such honor, this isn’t anything official.”
“I see…”
“Unless you want me to?”
Kibum dipped his head into the water, thinking of the action as an excuse to wet his drying hair once he comes back up and see the victorious smirk Kyuhyun would have up by then.
Who wouldn’t want you? You’re hardworking and generous and talented. You have that fresh boyish charm no matter how much of a man’s body you have now. Is it wrong to want you?
Kyuhyun’s words were a bit slurred from under the water but it was loud enough for Kibum to hear him clearly. He wanted to make sure that his chest was hurting because of the intense training he was having frequently instead of the effect that Kyuhyun’s words had. He couldn’t mistake the sincerity and meaningful sentiments those words carried for anything else.
It would be really nice to love someone like you. Actually, it would be really nice to actually love you, not someone similar to you. I just want to love only you.
He needed air now so he pulled himself up. Kyuhyun wasn’t smirking. He was smiling quite fondly at Kibum, something the actor had already gotten used to seeing because Kyuhyun often looked at him with that expression whenever they were together. Kibum was always blushing, redder than a plump tomato and he was aware of it.
“Stop playing around, Kyu.”
There was still that smile then it got smaller and smaller and smaller… Until Kibum realized that the distance between their faces was almost nonexistent and Kyuhyun’s breath was wafting warmly against his cheeks. Kyuhyun went further, past Kibum’s cheek to his ear for a whisper…
“If I was serious, would you willingly be mine?”
Confusion, bewilderment, relief - Kibum wanted to know if feeling all those emotions stirring inside of him at the same time was even possible. But there was one thing he was certain of…
“Get my towel.”
He wanted to get out of the water.
~*~
Initially, Kibum just wanted to shower and change back into his clothes but now he got himself pushed up against his locker, the metal frame freezing cold against his back. His towel had fallen by his feet and one side of his swimming trunks was lowered enough to reveal his sex cuts, one more pull then his throbbing friend would have eventually sprung out. Kyuhyun had already went ahead and shoved his tongue down the older boy’s throat, later meeting up with an identical appendage for what seemed like a 6-years worth of relieving sexual repression through lots of saliva swapping and lip meshing. Kibum smelled like chlorine, tasted like chlorine and Kyuhyun swore he was, if not floating, flying. Kibum felt the same. Maybe being in the water for so long made his body feel light and weak that moment because he wasn’t particularly sure if he wanted to admit that it was Kyuhyun who made him experience that. If it was the maknae’s fault then he would have had to confess that he had been floating for the past six years - drifting along with wavering feelings, something he didn’t really want to do at the moment. Kyuhyun held Kibum’s body closer to his and he didn’t mind one bit that his suit was getting wet, as their clothed erections rubbed against each other’s. He had kept his left hand between their stomachs to let his fingers tread on beautifully sculpted muscles while his right slid down Kibum’s back, fingertips overly soft and tickling. They would separate for air from time to time then claim each other’s lips soon after, again and again, messier and sloppier each moment.
It felt like swimming, this quiet love. They dove into each other’s embrace deeper, kissed deeper, rubbed against each other deeper then stopping for a quick breath before going back to do all of it again. Over and over, like how Kibum glided across the pool for several straight hours and how Kyuhyun visited him and said sweet words, waiting for six long years to touch the older boy just like how he was touching him then. He had been patient for so long.
Kyuhyun’s hands were beginning to caress Kibum everywhere, making the actor tremble in odd pleasure and gasp into a steaming mouth.
Where those cold hands touch, it burns like fire…
“You can do… So much better…” Kibum had murmured against Kyuhyun’s lips before parting and staring at the maknae through blurring eyes.
“I can, simply if you could just let me have you,” Kyuhyun sighed. “And if you could just love me back. So let me do better.”
Kibum pressed his back against the locker once more while Kyuhyun leaned against his body, both still a bit high on the abrupt sensations, forever drunk with each passing second they had together.
“Seriously?”
Kibum smiled nervously. Kyuhyun nodded immediately.
“I’m serious.”
Kibum moved and kissed Kyuhyun again.
So don’t make me sober, keep me drunk and high on you and don’t bring me any water bottles or food to calm me down and let me just see you. Let me swim in your thoughts and leisurely glide in your heart long enough for you to never forget me but don’t let me drown. Pull me up only if you need to - that’s when you’re about to hurt me. So never ever forget to do so. You have to want me and only me, forever, if ever possible. That would be really nice.
They pulled away, chuckling.
“Why only tonight?”
“Because you didn’t bring me anything tonight and brought only yourself. I ought to accept you, right?”
“If I had done so sooner, would you have accepted me then?”
Kibum paused to think.
“Perhaps. If you said you were serious back then so yeah. It was fairly hard for me to know whether you meant your words or not, you know. Flirt.”
Kyuhyun frowned.
“Are you disappointed?” Kibum questioned.
“No. I’m not,” Kyuhyun answered.
“Then what?”
The maknae stroked the actor’s cheek lovingly.
“I don’t regret anything, that’s for sure. And I like the feeling of being with you so much that chasing you for the past few years didn’t really bother me as much as I had expected,” Kyuhyun said. “Admit it. You fell in love with me every day.”
Kibum shrugged. “Maybe.”
“You’re mine now but I think I’ll continue to want you, whether you like it or not. Tell me if you get tired though.”
“I endured six years. What makes you think tomorrow could change my mind?” Kibum retorted.
Kyuhyun chuckled. “Oh well, you know. We’re like swimming. You’d eventually want to get out of the water once you get tired or else your muscles would cramp and you’d drown. Simple.”
“Your love is something I’d at least want to dwell in for a couple more years.”
There was a very lengthy pause after Kibum’s confession before Kyuhyun started laughing hysterically, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. He was too happy.
“A couple more years… By then, I hope to see you old and wrinkly, still in my embrace. Would you want that? ‘cause I do.”
Kibum smiled. “Yeah. That would be perfect.”
If they’re not flying in the limitless sky,
Then they’re swimming in the depthless ocean.
A/N2: KyuBum is just soooo...! <3 Apologies for the random words at the end. 8D Comments are very much appreciated. Be it good or bad, anything's welcome!