Untitled [Yesung/Eunhyuk]
Untitled
by: keylimebliss
Pairing: Yesung/Eunhyuk
Rating: R [implied sex, swearing, dubcon]
Summary: He had loved it, until he realized Hyukjae loved everyone.
.:|:.
“I love you,” he says shyly, with his hand held out and an offering of freshly picked flowers to make his confession just that much more impressive.
He stands there, in fear, excitement, nervousness, and a hint of regret until the other boy finally smiles and reaches out, bypassing the hand that was holding the bouquet in favor of the one hanging clenched by his side. Smiles and takes his hand and pulls the scared boy into his embrace, crushing the flowers between them.
“I love you too,” he whispers, and Hyukjae grins unrestrained and can’t think any thoughts because Yesung leans in and he’s in paradise.
.:|:.
Hyukjae loves Yesung.
It’s obvious in the way he sits himself on the elder’s lap to cuddle him, the way he waits in the recording studio late at night simply listening to the older man sing love songs, the way he sometimes, just sometimes, scans their surroundings before leaning in for a quick kiss.
Yesung loved it, loved knowing that he was special to the younger boy, reveled in that knowledge.
He had loved it, until he realized Hyukjae loved everyone.
Hyukjae loved all of their band mates, even Kangin who was nothing short of evil to him in front of the camera, and all of his co-workers and everyone at SM Entertainment, and everyone else, including the little snails that left nasty trails of slime everywhere.
All of those nice little actions Hyukjae did for him seemed just the slightest less significant whenever he saw Donghae kiss him on the cheek, Sungmin pull him into an impromptu hug, Siwon cast a lazy arm against his shoulders.
So when Hyukjae wraps his arms around his waist, fitting his chin comfortably on his shoulder, and whispers, “I love you, hyung,” he can’t help but to scoff a little inside.
.:|:.
Yesung takes him in the dancing studio. It’s not at all like the way he had planned their first time to be; he had planned rose petals and candles and silky sheets. He spent countless hours dreaming about soft, gentle touches, full of his unadulterated love and it would be so beautiful Hyukjae would cry not in pain, but because he was so overwhelmed by the strength of Yesung’s love for him. He would be touched by it, flattered, happy with it.
But instead their first time is on the hard wooden floor.
Yesung is rough, and he carelessly shoves Hyukjae on the floor. He parts the younger’s legs, tugs at his pants impatiently, practically rips open his shirt. He doesn’t pay attention to Hyukjae’s pleas, his weak protests. He thinks he hears Hyukjae say, Stop. Take it slower, and he can feel the younger’s hands on his arm, trying to stall him.
But all he sees in his mind is Sungmin wrapping his arms around Hyukjae’s waist without any restraint, and Hyukjae simply leans back into him. He sees Donghae sneaking sly kisses in a “friendly” gesture. He sees the shy smile Hyukjae graces Kangin with when the older man is teasing him lightly, maybe just a little too close to lovingly.
So he takes him in a frenzy, not really thinking about anything but making Hyukjae his. Yesung doesn’t stop to think about Hyukjae’s comfort, doesn’t stop to think that maybe he’s being irrational, doesn’t stop when he hears Hyukjae whimper under him,
“Hyung, hyung…please…”
.:|:.
He can’t help but to wonder, “Please what?”, as they lay on the warmed wood in a tangle of limbs and breaths and hearts.
Maybe it doesn’t quite matter, he thinks as Hyukjae whispers into his ears, exhausted but sincere,
“I love you.”
.:|:.
It may just be the slightest bit sadistic, but Yesung finds he’s rather fond of the little red marks on the back of Hyukjae’s neck.
Sometimes he likes to trace them with his finger while thinking about the bigger ones in more intimate places, places where only he and Hyukjae know about. It makes feel as if he possessed Hyukjae, a thought that pleases him more than it should.
However, it’s when Sungmin nearly screams at the top of his lungs during practice one day, demanding to know who scarred his precious baby and causing the majority of the band to flock to Hyukjae with concerns and jibes at the tip of their tongues, that Yesung feels true satisfaction.
.:| END |:.
by: keylimebliss
Pairing: Yesung/Eunhyuk
Rating: R [implied sex, swearing, dubcon]
Summary: He had loved it, until he realized Hyukjae loved everyone.
.:|:.
“I love you,” he says shyly, with his hand held out and an offering of freshly picked flowers to make his confession just that much more impressive.
He stands there, in fear, excitement, nervousness, and a hint of regret until the other boy finally smiles and reaches out, bypassing the hand that was holding the bouquet in favor of the one hanging clenched by his side. Smiles and takes his hand and pulls the scared boy into his embrace, crushing the flowers between them.
“I love you too,” he whispers, and Hyukjae grins unrestrained and can’t think any thoughts because Yesung leans in and he’s in paradise.
.:|:.
Hyukjae loves Yesung.
It’s obvious in the way he sits himself on the elder’s lap to cuddle him, the way he waits in the recording studio late at night simply listening to the older man sing love songs, the way he sometimes, just sometimes, scans their surroundings before leaning in for a quick kiss.
Yesung loved it, loved knowing that he was special to the younger boy, reveled in that knowledge.
He had loved it, until he realized Hyukjae loved everyone.
Hyukjae loved all of their band mates, even Kangin who was nothing short of evil to him in front of the camera, and all of his co-workers and everyone at SM Entertainment, and everyone else, including the little snails that left nasty trails of slime everywhere.
All of those nice little actions Hyukjae did for him seemed just the slightest less significant whenever he saw Donghae kiss him on the cheek, Sungmin pull him into an impromptu hug, Siwon cast a lazy arm against his shoulders.
So when Hyukjae wraps his arms around his waist, fitting his chin comfortably on his shoulder, and whispers, “I love you, hyung,” he can’t help but to scoff a little inside.
.:|:.
Yesung takes him in the dancing studio. It’s not at all like the way he had planned their first time to be; he had planned rose petals and candles and silky sheets. He spent countless hours dreaming about soft, gentle touches, full of his unadulterated love and it would be so beautiful Hyukjae would cry not in pain, but because he was so overwhelmed by the strength of Yesung’s love for him. He would be touched by it, flattered, happy with it.
But instead their first time is on the hard wooden floor.
Yesung is rough, and he carelessly shoves Hyukjae on the floor. He parts the younger’s legs, tugs at his pants impatiently, practically rips open his shirt. He doesn’t pay attention to Hyukjae’s pleas, his weak protests. He thinks he hears Hyukjae say, Stop. Take it slower, and he can feel the younger’s hands on his arm, trying to stall him.
But all he sees in his mind is Sungmin wrapping his arms around Hyukjae’s waist without any restraint, and Hyukjae simply leans back into him. He sees Donghae sneaking sly kisses in a “friendly” gesture. He sees the shy smile Hyukjae graces Kangin with when the older man is teasing him lightly, maybe just a little too close to lovingly.
So he takes him in a frenzy, not really thinking about anything but making Hyukjae his. Yesung doesn’t stop to think about Hyukjae’s comfort, doesn’t stop to think that maybe he’s being irrational, doesn’t stop when he hears Hyukjae whimper under him,
“Hyung, hyung…please…”
.:|:.
He can’t help but to wonder, “Please what?”, as they lay on the warmed wood in a tangle of limbs and breaths and hearts.
Maybe it doesn’t quite matter, he thinks as Hyukjae whispers into his ears, exhausted but sincere,
“I love you.”
.:|:.
It may just be the slightest bit sadistic, but Yesung finds he’s rather fond of the little red marks on the back of Hyukjae’s neck.
Sometimes he likes to trace them with his finger while thinking about the bigger ones in more intimate places, places where only he and Hyukjae know about. It makes feel as if he possessed Hyukjae, a thought that pleases him more than it should.
However, it’s when Sungmin nearly screams at the top of his lungs during practice one day, demanding to know who scarred his precious baby and causing the majority of the band to flock to Hyukjae with concerns and jibes at the tip of their tongues, that Yesung feels true satisfaction.
.:| END |:.