Wouldn't You Think My Collection's Complete?
This is a random collection of three fics about boys I love. Enjoy! ^_^
In Bloom
833 words, rated PG
Super Junior: Kyuhyun/Henry
Summary: Showers to flowers, or something like that. Kyuhyun is a bit too distracted to care.
Notes: For rebreak. This is a little pre-birthday present for you and Henry, under the influence of Stone Temple Pilots' Plush and blink 182's First Date.
Kyuhyun lets Henry drag him across the street to his apartment as they try their best to avoid the rain. Tiny water droplets fall on the pavement, creating puddles to splash in. The gathered water reflects an image of Henry’s fingers wrapped around his; he purposely avoids crashing his feet through it, hoping to preserve it somehow. It’s still so fragile, just like they are right now. They are together, new and fresh like the first spring rain they’ve wandered into, and it’s far too early to tell if the precipitation will help something grow. Kyuhyun watches the droplets slide from Henry’s hair to his jaw and wonders if each one knows how lucky it is to caress that face. He imagines his fingers tracing each little trail the drops left. He knows how lucky he is, but he brushes it off with the determination to change all of that.
Henry guides him through the lobby, shaking the rain drops from his hair like the unwanted hitchhikers they are. Some of them land on Kyuhyun; he doesn’t mind, just lets them roll over his skin. The lobby is full of people coming in from the rain and those waiting for it to stop, but he only sees Henry’s smiling face as they wait for the elevator to reach the ground floor. Men in ties and women in long coats dominate the elevator’s space, yet somehow the two of them fit in between them. The doors start to close a fraction of a second after he steps in, stumbling a little. Henry steadies him, puts a strong arm around him. Kyuhyun can smell the rain on Henry and the pork buns they ate for lunch. The other smell he can’t quite place, but it’s something of Henry. There’s something to that in and of itself.
Kyuhyun lives on the eighth floor. With each ding of a new floor, the doors open and a few people get off at the stop, some get on. He is too focused to care. Henry’s thigh brushes against his every so often, moving in a soothing pattern to the horrid tune from the elevator speakers. Even that is starting to sound beautiful as Henry hums along. Looking down at their laced fingers, he starts to forget which belong to him. He wiggles them to make sure it’s all still real, and Henry pulls him closer to his chest. On the eighth ding, they exit the elevator, side by side and holding hands, and move into the hallway of his floor. Kyuhyun takes a moment to consider his newfound hatred of the number eight.
It’s thirty steps to Kyuhyun’s door from the elevator’s stop. He counts each one, remembering each touch Henry gives him. Thirty steps come far too soon for his own taste, but then Henry smiles at him and all is forgotten. That is until fingers move from his. He fidgets a little, unsure of what to do next. There are way too many questions circling his brain when he feels a slight touch against his cheeks. Henry’s lips linger for a few seconds before backing away. Kyuhyun focuses on the light fixture above their heads, hoping the rush of blood doesn’t settle where those lips had been.
“I had a great time today. I guess I’ll see you later?” Henry asks, leaving it up to Kyuhyun to decide.
He fumbles for words. Tongue-tied and sounding more and more like some love-crazed teenager, he says, “Yeah. I’d like that a lot.”
Henry holds a hand out as if meaning to wave goodbye or something. Kyuhyun is stuck on the smile he’s been offered. Those lips twitch upward, curving slightly and parting just enough to show cute bunny-like teeth.
“Maybe next time it won’t be raining,” Henry says brightly. He laughs a little, and Kyuhyun joins in awkwardly.
Henry starts to walk away. Kyuhyun blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind, “It’s not raining in here.”
He isn’t sure how Henry took the statement, but he does enjoy seeing Henry come toward him. Henry kisses him then, nice and slow and against his door. Kyuhyun rummages through his pockets for his keys, but Henry stills his shaking hands. Henry steps backward. Kyuhyun is confused, to say the least, but before he asks, Henry whispers in his ear. “We have plenty of time for that later.”
Henry walks away again; Kyuhyun lets him go this time. It’s different now. He replays the electric rush of Henry’s body next to his, the soft heat of lips on his, and the shiver down his spine when hot breath was next to his ear. Mostly, though, he repeats the words to himself as he opens the door. Henry is out of sight, not out of mind. Neither is the promise of more to come.
Rewording a Classic
666 words, rated PG
Super Junior: Yesung/Siwon
Summary: Siwon could be a knight in shining armor or a weirdo stalker; either way, Jongwoon stays dry.
Notes: For cookiedrabbles. I'm so sorry this is late. This was written with way too many movie references...if someone can guess them, it'd make me super happy!
Jongwoon shudders and moves closer to Siwon. The next building is a good running distance away, and he tries to catch his breath from the last run. Rain is dripping over the side of the canopy like a lazy guy rolls off of the couch, hard and noisy. Siwon holds the jacket above their heads, ready for the water pelting them as they make their escape.
Siwon glides across the campus, pulling Jongwoon closer with his right elbow so he doesn’t get wet. Jongwoon should probably tell him about the umbrella in his backpack, but he can’t say he minds being near Siwon’s body or his warmth. If the looks Siwon gives him once they reach their destination are any indication, then Siwon doesn’t mind much either.
He watches Siwon’s chest rise and fall with each breath. A sense of insecurity sweeps over him. He wonders if he’s good enough for someone like Siwon, a man tall and handsome with strong arms and a sweet smile. That smile is what he noticed first. It is what is melting him now as he stares into Siwon’s kind eyes. There’s something sincere about the way Siwon looks at him that makes him think that maybe…maybe this could work. It’s like all he can see is Jongwoon. The thought startles him a bit but is definitely appreciated.
He turns to enter the library, reaching for the door and pushing away any lingering thoughts of Siwon, but Siwon surprises him again. It’s Siwon’s hand pulling the door open for him. It’s Siwon’s hand on the small of his back, guiding him inside. He feels the heat and wonders just how far a nice gentleman goes before feelings get involved. He supposes he has time to think as he heads toward the front desk. The lady smiling at him is expected, but the hand slipping down to his own small ones is not.
Jongwoon looks up to a smiling Siwon and turns his attention back to the librarian. She talks about new arrivals and things he should care about, but all he is thinking about is how right Siwon’s fingers feel around his. He tugs Siwon to the quietest section he can find, away from anyone who may take this man away from him. He needs answers, but questions usually come first.
“Why are you following me?” he asks as quietly as he can.
Siwon places a finger over Jongwoon’s lips and smiles. Jongwoon would like to reciprocate the touch. He imagines one of his fingers sliding down Siwon’s philtrum and over those lips, that perfect cupid’s bow.
Siwon’s hoarse whispering brings him back to reality. “I like you. I saw you outside in the rain, and I thought maybe if I walked you somewhere and shielded you from the rain, then you might be willing to go somewhere with me sometime.”
Jongwoon stares at him incredulously, wondering if and when the shock of Siwon liking him will wear off. Siwon isn’t pressuring him for an answer. He is just being honest. Jongwoon glances down at their interlocked fingers and sighs. He guesses relationships usually start on honesty, at least.
“I have a umbrella in my backpack.”
Siwon laughs again and replies, “I know. I saw it after I ran over to you. You never brought it up, so I just went with it. I was hoping it meant you liked me.”
The last part doesn’t sound like a question, but there is some curiosity dancing in Siwon’s eyes that Jongwoon wants to replace with affection and understanding.
“It does. I mean, I do. Like you.”
Jongwoon read one time about a kiss that beat out all of the best kisses combined. He may be a little biased, but he’s pretty sure the one he shared with Siwon among the shelves of books blew all of them away.
Just for Girls
735 words, rated PG-13
Super Junior: Kyuhyun/Yesung/Zhou Mi
Summary: Jongwoon and Zhou Mi make Kyuhyun take back all he's ever thought of tea parties.
Notes: For rebreak. Our OT3! And tea parties! And plastic jewelry!
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Kyuhyun says as Jongwoon slips plastic bracelets on his wrists. All are bright renditions of colors and in slightly uncomfortable shapes to slide on anyone’s wrist over the age of five.
Zhou Mi is sifting through the closet for a suitable hat for Kyuhyun to wear for the tea party. He isn’t sure any of Zhou Mi’s floppy hats are suitable in any instance, but he’s smart enough to let that one go. Jongwoon straightens his wig for him, combing down the long strands that frame his face. He kisses Kyuhyun’s cheek before stating matter-of-factly, “You’re the one that said tea parties are for girls. We are just playing the part.”
“That’s right, Kyuhyun. This is all your fault,” Zhou Mi concurs as he places a pastel pink hat on him that reminds him of an Easter egg.
Jongwoon claps his hands together and helps Zhou Mi set the table. Kyuhyun looks around the table at the other “guests”. There is a Hello Kitty, a trio of Care Bears in obnoxiously cute colors, a huge turtle with glasses on, and a shaggy brown dog that looks almost as scared as Kyuhyun is. Each attendant is wearing long strands of shiny plastic beads in colors only Zhou Mi can identify.
Zhou Mi starts to pour the tea, and Jongwoon sets out the finger sandwiches and cupcakes. Zhou Mi brings a hand under Jongwoon’s chin, tilting it upward. He mouths a thank you before pressing his lips fully against the shorter male’s. Kyuhyun starts to wonder exactly what kind of tea party this is, but when he hears a low moan from Jongwoon, he decides it doesn’t matter. He anxiously shifts around on the carpet, mindful of the unsteady table in front of him.
The kiss lingers on for minutes; Kyuhyun’s eyes linger for much longer. He is handed a yellow plate full of bite-sized cucumber sandwiches while his cup of tea is placed on his saucer, but he isn’t really thinking about food. However, he does watch Jongwoon bring each bite to those full lips. Zhou Mi licks his fingers slowly; Kyuhyun may die at this party. That might dampen the atmosphere a little. He doesn’t think his jeans can get any tighter, but then Jongwoon hums his satisfaction and Zhou Mi makes tiny sounds of delight.
“So you do this often?” he finally clears his throat enough to ask.
Zhou Mi smiles and casually answers, “We do this as often as we can. The jewelry is new, as are the guests. We don’t usually have an audience, but I think an exception can be made for you. Especially when you look so cute.”
Jongwoon winks and begins to move the breakable tea set off the table. He looks over at Kyuhyun, who probably looks like one of the animals from the shock. “You really should eat, Kyuhyun. You’re going to need your strength.”
Before he can get his fingers close enough to touch a feather-light sandwich, Zhou Mi kisses his cheek softly. Jongwoon wanders closer and places a hand on Kyuhyun’s thigh. Kyuhyun supposes there’s always time for food, but a man should have his priorities in order.
Zhou Mi breaks the comfortable silence with a question he expected while raking his long fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair. “Do you still think tea parties are just for girls?”
Jongwoon lifts a chocolate cupcake up to his lips, and Kyuhyun thinks maybe he could handle all of the dress up if the parties always end with kisses and light touches. He isn’t too greedy. It’s really all he needs, but he can’t say he wouldn’t be thrilled with a little more.
Zhou Mi’s fingers are running down his chest; Jongwoon is whispering something sweet in his ears. He guesses now’s as good of a time for an answer as any. He might be distracted later.
“I hope they’re not just for girls,” he answers confidently. Why should girls get all the fun anyway?
Jongwoon murmurs some type of approval to his statement, and Zhou Mi’s hand on the inseam of his jeans hint at a new party for later. Kyuhyun reaches for his teacup. He could definitely get used to this.
In Bloom
833 words, rated PG
Super Junior: Kyuhyun/Henry
Summary: Showers to flowers, or something like that. Kyuhyun is a bit too distracted to care.
Notes: For rebreak. This is a little pre-birthday present for you and Henry, under the influence of Stone Temple Pilots' Plush and blink 182's First Date.
Kyuhyun lets Henry drag him across the street to his apartment as they try their best to avoid the rain. Tiny water droplets fall on the pavement, creating puddles to splash in. The gathered water reflects an image of Henry’s fingers wrapped around his; he purposely avoids crashing his feet through it, hoping to preserve it somehow. It’s still so fragile, just like they are right now. They are together, new and fresh like the first spring rain they’ve wandered into, and it’s far too early to tell if the precipitation will help something grow. Kyuhyun watches the droplets slide from Henry’s hair to his jaw and wonders if each one knows how lucky it is to caress that face. He imagines his fingers tracing each little trail the drops left. He knows how lucky he is, but he brushes it off with the determination to change all of that.
Henry guides him through the lobby, shaking the rain drops from his hair like the unwanted hitchhikers they are. Some of them land on Kyuhyun; he doesn’t mind, just lets them roll over his skin. The lobby is full of people coming in from the rain and those waiting for it to stop, but he only sees Henry’s smiling face as they wait for the elevator to reach the ground floor. Men in ties and women in long coats dominate the elevator’s space, yet somehow the two of them fit in between them. The doors start to close a fraction of a second after he steps in, stumbling a little. Henry steadies him, puts a strong arm around him. Kyuhyun can smell the rain on Henry and the pork buns they ate for lunch. The other smell he can’t quite place, but it’s something of Henry. There’s something to that in and of itself.
Kyuhyun lives on the eighth floor. With each ding of a new floor, the doors open and a few people get off at the stop, some get on. He is too focused to care. Henry’s thigh brushes against his every so often, moving in a soothing pattern to the horrid tune from the elevator speakers. Even that is starting to sound beautiful as Henry hums along. Looking down at their laced fingers, he starts to forget which belong to him. He wiggles them to make sure it’s all still real, and Henry pulls him closer to his chest. On the eighth ding, they exit the elevator, side by side and holding hands, and move into the hallway of his floor. Kyuhyun takes a moment to consider his newfound hatred of the number eight.
It’s thirty steps to Kyuhyun’s door from the elevator’s stop. He counts each one, remembering each touch Henry gives him. Thirty steps come far too soon for his own taste, but then Henry smiles at him and all is forgotten. That is until fingers move from his. He fidgets a little, unsure of what to do next. There are way too many questions circling his brain when he feels a slight touch against his cheeks. Henry’s lips linger for a few seconds before backing away. Kyuhyun focuses on the light fixture above their heads, hoping the rush of blood doesn’t settle where those lips had been.
“I had a great time today. I guess I’ll see you later?” Henry asks, leaving it up to Kyuhyun to decide.
He fumbles for words. Tongue-tied and sounding more and more like some love-crazed teenager, he says, “Yeah. I’d like that a lot.”
Henry holds a hand out as if meaning to wave goodbye or something. Kyuhyun is stuck on the smile he’s been offered. Those lips twitch upward, curving slightly and parting just enough to show cute bunny-like teeth.
“Maybe next time it won’t be raining,” Henry says brightly. He laughs a little, and Kyuhyun joins in awkwardly.
Henry starts to walk away. Kyuhyun blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind, “It’s not raining in here.”
He isn’t sure how Henry took the statement, but he does enjoy seeing Henry come toward him. Henry kisses him then, nice and slow and against his door. Kyuhyun rummages through his pockets for his keys, but Henry stills his shaking hands. Henry steps backward. Kyuhyun is confused, to say the least, but before he asks, Henry whispers in his ear. “We have plenty of time for that later.”
Henry walks away again; Kyuhyun lets him go this time. It’s different now. He replays the electric rush of Henry’s body next to his, the soft heat of lips on his, and the shiver down his spine when hot breath was next to his ear. Mostly, though, he repeats the words to himself as he opens the door. Henry is out of sight, not out of mind. Neither is the promise of more to come.
Rewording a Classic
666 words, rated PG
Super Junior: Yesung/Siwon
Summary: Siwon could be a knight in shining armor or a weirdo stalker; either way, Jongwoon stays dry.
Notes: For cookiedrabbles. I'm so sorry this is late. This was written with way too many movie references...if someone can guess them, it'd make me super happy!
Jongwoon shudders and moves closer to Siwon. The next building is a good running distance away, and he tries to catch his breath from the last run. Rain is dripping over the side of the canopy like a lazy guy rolls off of the couch, hard and noisy. Siwon holds the jacket above their heads, ready for the water pelting them as they make their escape.
Siwon glides across the campus, pulling Jongwoon closer with his right elbow so he doesn’t get wet. Jongwoon should probably tell him about the umbrella in his backpack, but he can’t say he minds being near Siwon’s body or his warmth. If the looks Siwon gives him once they reach their destination are any indication, then Siwon doesn’t mind much either.
He watches Siwon’s chest rise and fall with each breath. A sense of insecurity sweeps over him. He wonders if he’s good enough for someone like Siwon, a man tall and handsome with strong arms and a sweet smile. That smile is what he noticed first. It is what is melting him now as he stares into Siwon’s kind eyes. There’s something sincere about the way Siwon looks at him that makes him think that maybe…maybe this could work. It’s like all he can see is Jongwoon. The thought startles him a bit but is definitely appreciated.
He turns to enter the library, reaching for the door and pushing away any lingering thoughts of Siwon, but Siwon surprises him again. It’s Siwon’s hand pulling the door open for him. It’s Siwon’s hand on the small of his back, guiding him inside. He feels the heat and wonders just how far a nice gentleman goes before feelings get involved. He supposes he has time to think as he heads toward the front desk. The lady smiling at him is expected, but the hand slipping down to his own small ones is not.
Jongwoon looks up to a smiling Siwon and turns his attention back to the librarian. She talks about new arrivals and things he should care about, but all he is thinking about is how right Siwon’s fingers feel around his. He tugs Siwon to the quietest section he can find, away from anyone who may take this man away from him. He needs answers, but questions usually come first.
“Why are you following me?” he asks as quietly as he can.
Siwon places a finger over Jongwoon’s lips and smiles. Jongwoon would like to reciprocate the touch. He imagines one of his fingers sliding down Siwon’s philtrum and over those lips, that perfect cupid’s bow.
Siwon’s hoarse whispering brings him back to reality. “I like you. I saw you outside in the rain, and I thought maybe if I walked you somewhere and shielded you from the rain, then you might be willing to go somewhere with me sometime.”
Jongwoon stares at him incredulously, wondering if and when the shock of Siwon liking him will wear off. Siwon isn’t pressuring him for an answer. He is just being honest. Jongwoon glances down at their interlocked fingers and sighs. He guesses relationships usually start on honesty, at least.
“I have a umbrella in my backpack.”
Siwon laughs again and replies, “I know. I saw it after I ran over to you. You never brought it up, so I just went with it. I was hoping it meant you liked me.”
The last part doesn’t sound like a question, but there is some curiosity dancing in Siwon’s eyes that Jongwoon wants to replace with affection and understanding.
“It does. I mean, I do. Like you.”
Jongwoon read one time about a kiss that beat out all of the best kisses combined. He may be a little biased, but he’s pretty sure the one he shared with Siwon among the shelves of books blew all of them away.
Just for Girls
735 words, rated PG-13
Super Junior: Kyuhyun/Yesung/Zhou Mi
Summary: Jongwoon and Zhou Mi make Kyuhyun take back all he's ever thought of tea parties.
Notes: For rebreak. Our OT3! And tea parties! And plastic jewelry!
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Kyuhyun says as Jongwoon slips plastic bracelets on his wrists. All are bright renditions of colors and in slightly uncomfortable shapes to slide on anyone’s wrist over the age of five.
Zhou Mi is sifting through the closet for a suitable hat for Kyuhyun to wear for the tea party. He isn’t sure any of Zhou Mi’s floppy hats are suitable in any instance, but he’s smart enough to let that one go. Jongwoon straightens his wig for him, combing down the long strands that frame his face. He kisses Kyuhyun’s cheek before stating matter-of-factly, “You’re the one that said tea parties are for girls. We are just playing the part.”
“That’s right, Kyuhyun. This is all your fault,” Zhou Mi concurs as he places a pastel pink hat on him that reminds him of an Easter egg.
Jongwoon claps his hands together and helps Zhou Mi set the table. Kyuhyun looks around the table at the other “guests”. There is a Hello Kitty, a trio of Care Bears in obnoxiously cute colors, a huge turtle with glasses on, and a shaggy brown dog that looks almost as scared as Kyuhyun is. Each attendant is wearing long strands of shiny plastic beads in colors only Zhou Mi can identify.
Zhou Mi starts to pour the tea, and Jongwoon sets out the finger sandwiches and cupcakes. Zhou Mi brings a hand under Jongwoon’s chin, tilting it upward. He mouths a thank you before pressing his lips fully against the shorter male’s. Kyuhyun starts to wonder exactly what kind of tea party this is, but when he hears a low moan from Jongwoon, he decides it doesn’t matter. He anxiously shifts around on the carpet, mindful of the unsteady table in front of him.
The kiss lingers on for minutes; Kyuhyun’s eyes linger for much longer. He is handed a yellow plate full of bite-sized cucumber sandwiches while his cup of tea is placed on his saucer, but he isn’t really thinking about food. However, he does watch Jongwoon bring each bite to those full lips. Zhou Mi licks his fingers slowly; Kyuhyun may die at this party. That might dampen the atmosphere a little. He doesn’t think his jeans can get any tighter, but then Jongwoon hums his satisfaction and Zhou Mi makes tiny sounds of delight.
“So you do this often?” he finally clears his throat enough to ask.
Zhou Mi smiles and casually answers, “We do this as often as we can. The jewelry is new, as are the guests. We don’t usually have an audience, but I think an exception can be made for you. Especially when you look so cute.”
Jongwoon winks and begins to move the breakable tea set off the table. He looks over at Kyuhyun, who probably looks like one of the animals from the shock. “You really should eat, Kyuhyun. You’re going to need your strength.”
Before he can get his fingers close enough to touch a feather-light sandwich, Zhou Mi kisses his cheek softly. Jongwoon wanders closer and places a hand on Kyuhyun’s thigh. Kyuhyun supposes there’s always time for food, but a man should have his priorities in order.
Zhou Mi breaks the comfortable silence with a question he expected while raking his long fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair. “Do you still think tea parties are just for girls?”
Jongwoon lifts a chocolate cupcake up to his lips, and Kyuhyun thinks maybe he could handle all of the dress up if the parties always end with kisses and light touches. He isn’t too greedy. It’s really all he needs, but he can’t say he wouldn’t be thrilled with a little more.
Zhou Mi’s fingers are running down his chest; Jongwoon is whispering something sweet in his ears. He guesses now’s as good of a time for an answer as any. He might be distracted later.
“I hope they’re not just for girls,” he answers confidently. Why should girls get all the fun anyway?
Jongwoon murmurs some type of approval to his statement, and Zhou Mi’s hand on the inseam of his jeans hint at a new party for later. Kyuhyun reaches for his teacup. He could definitely get used to this.