[fic: one-shot] Begin at the Beginning
Title: Begin at the Beginning
Type: One-shot
Word count: 2,978
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yesung/Kyuhyun (Super Junior)
Summary: A series of firsts in Yesung and Kyuhyun’s relationship.
Note: The lines separating the sections are taken from English lyrics to SJ songs.
The first time Yesung met Kyuhyun was the first time the youngest member was introduced to the rest of Super Junior. It was awkward, to say the least. Nobody in the group seemed particularly keen on offering a warm welcome. They already had a dozen members; it was hard enough to get individual attention from the public without having yet another boy added to their lineup. Yesung glanced around and noticed that the expressions on the members’ faces varied from blank to cautious to downright inhospitable. He wasn’t sure about his own: it was probably near the lower end of the scale.
The newcomer, a lanky teenager with a guarded manner, said his name and bowed slightly. At the far end of the room Leeteuk uttered something in a sharp tone that Yesung didn’t quite catch, but it was clear Kyuhyun heard it because he instantly turned pale. He bent over lower and murmured a string of apologies.
The manager who accompanied Kyuhyun spoke up, “Now, now, no need to be so strict. Why don’t you boys introduce yourselves?”
The members mentioned their names one by one, some rather indifferently than others. When it came to Yesung’s turn he said, “Kim Jongwoon. My stage name is Yesung.”
He caught Kyuhyun’s look and saw something in his eyes, though he wasn’t certain what. Kyuhyun bowed again and replied, “Nice to meet you, hyung.”
Later at night after their schedules were over, the members scattered to their own bedrooms. If any of them noticed a hesitant Kyuhyun standing alone in the common room with his bags, nobody said anything. As far as they knew there were no empty beds in the dorm, and it wasn’t their job to find him a place to sleep in.
Moments later, Yesung returned from brushing his teeth in the bathroom and saw Kyuhyun loitering in front of the open door of his room. “What do you want?” he asked. He didn’t mean to sound so hostile, but that was how it came out.
Kyuhyun stared at a certain spot near his feet and mumbled, “I was wondering if I could sleep here.”
“There’s no other bed.” Yesung stepped past him into the room. “As you can see for yourself.”
Kyuhyun looked around inside and seemed to fix his attention on a space on the floor between the bed and the closet. “I brought a sleeping bag.”
Yesung gave it a thought, and then shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
He didn’t have to care about the newcomer’s comfort, really. It wasn’t his responsibility. So he carried on as usual and got into bed as Kyuhyun dragged his belongings into the room, unrolled his sleeping bag and made himself as comfortable as one possibly could when sleeping on the floor.
Yesung thought Kyuhyun glanced in his direction for a moment before tucking himself in. He hoped he wasn’t going to wish him good night or something equally sentimental, but the boy simply lay down, his back facing the bed.
Yesung wondered whether he snored. Damn, he should’ve asked that before letting him in.
More importantly, he wondered why Kyuhyun chose to sleep in his room.
You’re my angel, whisper softly
The first time Kyuhyun thought their relationship had changed was when Yesung lost his voice.
The ice had begun to thaw within the group at that time. A combination of hard work, perseverance and good attitude had caused the members to start accepting Kyuhyun among themselves. He had gotten his own bed by then, in the same room as Sungmin. But certain unavoidable tensions still occasionally rose to the fore, especially when it came to the division of vocal parts.
Since the beginning of their formation Yesung had been appointed the main vocalist, something he was clearly proud of. Anyone could complain if he took longer than others to memorize dance moves or if he blurted out something ridiculous in front of the cameras, but no one could find fault with him when it came to singing. Nobody else in the group really came close, except for Ryeowook and maybe Sungmin, until Kyuhyun joined them.
Having one extra member meant less singing parts for the others, and it became more noticeable when the addition was such a good vocalist as Kyuhyun. He could see that the members understood he was an important asset to the team. But it also didn’t escape his attention how Yesung could barely conceal a frown whenever the music director assigned more parts to Kyuhyun, or gave him the last line in a song.
The day before a prestigious music festival, several months after Kyuhyun’s debut, Yesung was pronounced to have a throat infection. It was still in its early stage, the doctor said, adding that he would soon recover with the aid of proper medication and a week’s rest from exerting his voice.
“That means you can’t sing tomorrow, then,” their manager said. “It’s okay. If you think you’re well enough to go on stage, you can just dance. Let Kyuhyun take over your singing parts.”
Kyuhyun saw the familiar frown return to Yesung’s face, this time much deeper. “I can still sing,” he croaked.
“Don’t force yourself, Yesungie,” said Leeteuk.
“Yeah, if you really get sick, you’ll just cause everyone trouble,” Heechul said. “Kyuhyun can handle it just fine.”
But Yesung, still vehement, shook his head. “I know I can do this,” he said firmly despite his weak voice. “Please, hyung.”
Leeteuk eyed him worriedly while Heechul shrugged and rolled his eyes. After some more wrangling and pleading with the manager, it was finally agreed that of the two songs they would sing at the festival, Kyuhyun would take over Yesung’s parts in the first and Yesung would sing as normal in the second. Even as they reached that compromise, Kyuhyun noticed Yesung throwing him an accusatory glare, as though this was all his fault.
He couldn’t say this was something new, but it didn’t make it sting any less.
The next morning he found Yesung eating breakfast alone in the dining room. When he greeted him, Yesung merely acknowledged his presence with a curt nod. The doctor had advised Yesung to save his voice as much as he could, so he hadn’t been speaking since last night.
They both ate in silence, Kyuhyun finishing earlier. He went into the kitchen and returned with a glass of dark-colored liquid which he placed on the table in front of Yesung. The latter glanced up at him quizzically.
“It’s a herbal drink,” Kyuhyun explained. “My mother sent me some, she said it’s good for the throat.”
Yesung stared at the admittedly suspicious-looking drink, and then turned to eye him again. Kyuhyun quickly fished out the herbal drink package from his pocket. “It’s completely safe, you see. One hundred percent natural ingredients...”
He stopped when Yesung reached for his hand. The older man didn’t exactly smile, but his face softened as he gave Kyuhyun’s hand a long squeeze. The meaning wasn’t lost on Kyuhyun.
Yesung performed flawlessly at the music festival that night, just as he had promised. He completely lost his voice the next day and took a week to recover, just as the doctor had predicted. Kyuhyun made him the herbal brew every day during that week. Although Yesung complained that it tasted like vomit - he wrote it on a piece of paper, being unable to speak - he drank every last drop of it.
Out of control, losing your way
The first time Yesung realized how much influence Kyuhyun had on him, he was lying with his back on the carpet, Kyuhyun’s weight on top of him preventing him from getting up.
For a guy so skinny he sure did have a lot of strength, Yesung thought. Ever since the barrier fell between Kyuhyun and the other members, he had unveiled a cheeky side worthy of his role as the spoiled one in the dorm. He welcomed all kinds of physical manifestations of affection and, more often than not, initiated them as well. This was especially useful for fan service, but somehow in Super Junior’s case they carried on even when the cameras were off. And when it came to Yesung, Kyuhyun seemed to be fond of one particular thing.
Yesung had been trying to wrestle himself free for the past few minutes but to no avail. His gaze flickered up and he caught a devilish glint in Kyuhyun’s eyes, a sure recipe for disaster. Kyuhyun’s hand snaked to Yesung’s waist and he started to mercilessly tickle him.
“Stop it!” Yesung cried out, but Kyuhyun was too absorbed to hear him, now using both hands to inflict maximum torment on Yesung’s too-sensitive nerves. He was smiling, a faint chuckle issuing from his lips, and when Yesung felt the puffs of breath on his face he realized how close they were.
Too damn close.
He gripped Kyuhyun’s shoulder with one hand and with the other pushed the younger man’s chest with as much force as he could muster. Apparently not expecting such a harsh response, Kyuhyun didn’t fight back and let himself be shoved to the side. Yesung had just risen to a sitting position when the rest of the members entered the common room. Donghae, who saw them first, immediately said, “Pig pile?”
The other members behind him looked ready to launch themselves at the two guys on the floor, so Yesung quickly got to his feet before anyone could make a move. Kyuhyun was still half-smiling, though the previous sparkle of mischief had faded from his eyes. “Hyung,” he began, “I was just-”
Something inside Yesung lit up and burned, rising from his chest up to his cheeks, and he spat out, “Oh, shut up.”
He didn’t wait to see how Kyuhyun reacted before rushing out of the room, ignoring the other members’ protests over the lost opportunity to pile on top of one another.
He avoided Kyuhyun throughout the rest of the day, until the group gathered in the evening to review a video recording of their recent performance. By then Yesung was no longer sure whether his burst of anger earlier was justified. When Kyuhyun took the spot next to him on the sofa, he realized his annoyance had dissipated anyway.
Kyuhyun scooted closer to him until their sides were touching. While everybody else was talking about the video, Kyuhyun started toying with the frays on Yesung’s old jeans.
“Hyu~ng,” he said quietly, prolonging the vowel in a way which he probably thought was cute. “You know I was joking, right?” While he spoke he leaned over and rested his head on Yesung’s shoulder, skin warm against the other’s neck.
Yesung sighed. He didn’t really understand what it was, perhaps the boyish charm, or the youthful impudence which nevertheless disclosed a kind of innocence underneath, but Kyuhyun knew very well how to work it. This had been going on for some time, but not until that moment did Yesung become fully conscious of the extent of the maknae’s hold on him.
That didn’t mean he was going to let him get away with things so easily, though. “I’ll forgive you if you dance ‘Sorry Sorry’,” he told Kyuhyun.
The younger man lifted his head, eyebrows raised. “Now?”
Yesung grinned. “Yep.”
The others were reasonably puzzled when Kyuhyun got up and interrupted their video-viewing with a live performance, but they quickly got into the mood and began making catcalls and suggestions for Kyuhyun to “move your hips a little more” or “take it all off!” Yesung laughed the hardest until his stomach hurt.
One love, one kiss, to my heart
They first time Kyuhyun and Yesung kissed wasn’t an accident, unlike the time Siwon pretended he was going to kiss Eunhyuk during a concert and Eunhyuk turned his head at an unexpected moment, resulting in the legendary scene which could be searched on YouTube using the keywords ‘WonHyuk Kiss’.
Kyuhyun was glad his first kiss with Yesung was nothing like that. True, it wasn’t exactly planned - more like a spur of the moment, seize the day kind of thing. It started with him playing a game on his laptop with Yesung next to him. The older man had been going on for a few minutes about an upcoming K.R.Y. song which he thought lacked a bit more “oomph” to it, although from the way he talked he didn’t seem to have any clear idea of what should be done to acquire that missing element. Kyuhyun just listened to him as much as he could while being absorbed in the game, nodding in intervals.
“...You get what I mean, right?” asked Yesung.
“Crap!” Kyuhyun exclaimed. “I missed a chance to go to the Super Bonus level. I’m sorry, you were saying?”
Annoyed, Yesung jabbed at Kyuhyun’s side with an elbow. “You weren’t listening, were you?”
“Of course I was,” said Kyuhyun, rubbing his side.
Yesung gave him a withering glare. “Yeah, right. You’re hopeless, you know that?”
Yesung said these kinds of things sometimes but never too seriously, being the kind of person who couldn’t get mad for long. Knowing this, Kyuhyun chuckled and said, “But you love me, right?”
He went on playing for a while before noticing that Yesung had gone completely silent. He glanced at him and saw the man staring straight ahead with a hard, inscrutable look on his face. “Hyung...?” Kyuhyun asked, a bit worried.
“What if it’s true?” said Yesung slowly.
“What is?”
Yesung turned to him, his next words entirely unexpected. “What if I do love you?”
If there was anything that could tear Kyuhyun’s eyes away from the laptop screen, this would be it. He stared at Yesung blankly while attempting to process what the latter had just said. Wait, he might not even mean it that way. He was probably talking about love in the platonic, brotherly sense.
Then Yesung reached out and touched Kyuhyun’s head just behind the ear, running his fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair, in a way which did not feel platonic at all. Kyuhyun’s mind went cloudy, as though in a dream, but still lucid enough to be aware that Yesung was advancing ever closer until they were only a hair’s breadth away. Kyuhyun could’ve withdrawn any time if he wanted to, but instead he stayed still and noted that, from this proximity, Yesung’s lips looked really, really nice.
He didn’t resist when a slight movement of Yesung’s hand pushed him forward so that those nice lips joined his own in a sweet, blissful moment.
As if the fact that their lips were touching wasn’t astonishing enough, Kyuhyun was still more surprised when seconds later he felt Yesung’s supple lips move, at first with some hesitation and then more boldly, pressing, exploring, searching for even more intimacy. Before Kyuhyun knew it he was responding to him, opening his mouth for him, each feverish touch inflaming his whole body until he was rendered helpless under the onslaught.
He forgot what he was doing, forgot where they were, forgot everything but this man and this kiss. He thought they could go on and on if they hadn’t grown breathless and had to part for air. When their eyes met, Kyuhyun thought he had never seen Yesung gaze at him so tenderly.
Heart beating wildly in his ribs, he leaned over and this time initiated the second kiss, which was just as mind-blowing as the first. He could feel Yesung smiling against his lips.
I wanna have you
I really need you
The first time they woke up in bed together, Kyuhyun had one arm slung across Yesung’s chest and their legs tangled together.
Yesung roused earlier and spent the few moments before Kyuhyun awoke to watch his slumbering form. Kyuhyun was lying on his side facing Yesung with the blanket pushed down to his waist, his breathing even, mouth slightly open like a little child. His pearly skin reflected the morning light seeping through the curtains.
Thick lashes fluttered as he stirred, and when he opened his eyes and saw Yesung his face flushed with an embarrassed smile. “Hi,” he said.
“Hello there.” Yesung smiled back.
Kyuhyun bit his lip. “Gosh, this is weird, isn’t it? You and me like this.”
“Well, you better get used to it.” Yesung took Kyuhyun’s hand from his chest and brought it to his lips, lowering his voice as he spoke, “I have lots of plans in store for us.”
Kyuhyun smirked. “Pervert.”
“Right back at you, mister.”
The gleam in Kyuhyun’s eyes showed he wanted to offer a witty comeback, but he seemed to just then notice that his upper body was exposed. He quickly pulled up the blanket to cover himself.
Yesung said, “You do realize I’ve seen it all last night?”
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun mumbled, “but the room was dark last night.”
Slowly Yesung took hold of the blanket and pushed it down again. Kyuhyun tensed but didn’t react. Dragging his fingers across Kyuhyun’s chest, Yesung listened to the younger man’s soft intake of breath as he gently traced the surgery scars there.
“I want you,” he said. “All of you.”
Kyuhyun’s taut expression loosened, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He leaned forward as if to kiss Yesung’s lips, but at the final moment tilted his head up and pressed his lips against that soft spot between Yesung’s nose and mouth, his touch light and teasing.
“So,” he murmured, “those plans you mentioned...”
Yesung’s face broke into a wide grin. “Oh believe me, I’ve got a whole lot lined up.”
Kyuhyun laughed and snuggled against the crook of his neck.
As Yesung wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, he thought they had all the time in the world to spend. Every moment was a first, and all they needed to do was begin.
On and on, precious love.
Type: One-shot
Word count: 2,978
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yesung/Kyuhyun (Super Junior)
Summary: A series of firsts in Yesung and Kyuhyun’s relationship.
Note: The lines separating the sections are taken from English lyrics to SJ songs.
The first time Yesung met Kyuhyun was the first time the youngest member was introduced to the rest of Super Junior. It was awkward, to say the least. Nobody in the group seemed particularly keen on offering a warm welcome. They already had a dozen members; it was hard enough to get individual attention from the public without having yet another boy added to their lineup. Yesung glanced around and noticed that the expressions on the members’ faces varied from blank to cautious to downright inhospitable. He wasn’t sure about his own: it was probably near the lower end of the scale.
The newcomer, a lanky teenager with a guarded manner, said his name and bowed slightly. At the far end of the room Leeteuk uttered something in a sharp tone that Yesung didn’t quite catch, but it was clear Kyuhyun heard it because he instantly turned pale. He bent over lower and murmured a string of apologies.
The manager who accompanied Kyuhyun spoke up, “Now, now, no need to be so strict. Why don’t you boys introduce yourselves?”
The members mentioned their names one by one, some rather indifferently than others. When it came to Yesung’s turn he said, “Kim Jongwoon. My stage name is Yesung.”
He caught Kyuhyun’s look and saw something in his eyes, though he wasn’t certain what. Kyuhyun bowed again and replied, “Nice to meet you, hyung.”
Later at night after their schedules were over, the members scattered to their own bedrooms. If any of them noticed a hesitant Kyuhyun standing alone in the common room with his bags, nobody said anything. As far as they knew there were no empty beds in the dorm, and it wasn’t their job to find him a place to sleep in.
Moments later, Yesung returned from brushing his teeth in the bathroom and saw Kyuhyun loitering in front of the open door of his room. “What do you want?” he asked. He didn’t mean to sound so hostile, but that was how it came out.
Kyuhyun stared at a certain spot near his feet and mumbled, “I was wondering if I could sleep here.”
“There’s no other bed.” Yesung stepped past him into the room. “As you can see for yourself.”
Kyuhyun looked around inside and seemed to fix his attention on a space on the floor between the bed and the closet. “I brought a sleeping bag.”
Yesung gave it a thought, and then shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
He didn’t have to care about the newcomer’s comfort, really. It wasn’t his responsibility. So he carried on as usual and got into bed as Kyuhyun dragged his belongings into the room, unrolled his sleeping bag and made himself as comfortable as one possibly could when sleeping on the floor.
Yesung thought Kyuhyun glanced in his direction for a moment before tucking himself in. He hoped he wasn’t going to wish him good night or something equally sentimental, but the boy simply lay down, his back facing the bed.
Yesung wondered whether he snored. Damn, he should’ve asked that before letting him in.
More importantly, he wondered why Kyuhyun chose to sleep in his room.
You’re my angel, whisper softly
The first time Kyuhyun thought their relationship had changed was when Yesung lost his voice.
The ice had begun to thaw within the group at that time. A combination of hard work, perseverance and good attitude had caused the members to start accepting Kyuhyun among themselves. He had gotten his own bed by then, in the same room as Sungmin. But certain unavoidable tensions still occasionally rose to the fore, especially when it came to the division of vocal parts.
Since the beginning of their formation Yesung had been appointed the main vocalist, something he was clearly proud of. Anyone could complain if he took longer than others to memorize dance moves or if he blurted out something ridiculous in front of the cameras, but no one could find fault with him when it came to singing. Nobody else in the group really came close, except for Ryeowook and maybe Sungmin, until Kyuhyun joined them.
Having one extra member meant less singing parts for the others, and it became more noticeable when the addition was such a good vocalist as Kyuhyun. He could see that the members understood he was an important asset to the team. But it also didn’t escape his attention how Yesung could barely conceal a frown whenever the music director assigned more parts to Kyuhyun, or gave him the last line in a song.
The day before a prestigious music festival, several months after Kyuhyun’s debut, Yesung was pronounced to have a throat infection. It was still in its early stage, the doctor said, adding that he would soon recover with the aid of proper medication and a week’s rest from exerting his voice.
“That means you can’t sing tomorrow, then,” their manager said. “It’s okay. If you think you’re well enough to go on stage, you can just dance. Let Kyuhyun take over your singing parts.”
Kyuhyun saw the familiar frown return to Yesung’s face, this time much deeper. “I can still sing,” he croaked.
“Don’t force yourself, Yesungie,” said Leeteuk.
“Yeah, if you really get sick, you’ll just cause everyone trouble,” Heechul said. “Kyuhyun can handle it just fine.”
But Yesung, still vehement, shook his head. “I know I can do this,” he said firmly despite his weak voice. “Please, hyung.”
Leeteuk eyed him worriedly while Heechul shrugged and rolled his eyes. After some more wrangling and pleading with the manager, it was finally agreed that of the two songs they would sing at the festival, Kyuhyun would take over Yesung’s parts in the first and Yesung would sing as normal in the second. Even as they reached that compromise, Kyuhyun noticed Yesung throwing him an accusatory glare, as though this was all his fault.
He couldn’t say this was something new, but it didn’t make it sting any less.
The next morning he found Yesung eating breakfast alone in the dining room. When he greeted him, Yesung merely acknowledged his presence with a curt nod. The doctor had advised Yesung to save his voice as much as he could, so he hadn’t been speaking since last night.
They both ate in silence, Kyuhyun finishing earlier. He went into the kitchen and returned with a glass of dark-colored liquid which he placed on the table in front of Yesung. The latter glanced up at him quizzically.
“It’s a herbal drink,” Kyuhyun explained. “My mother sent me some, she said it’s good for the throat.”
Yesung stared at the admittedly suspicious-looking drink, and then turned to eye him again. Kyuhyun quickly fished out the herbal drink package from his pocket. “It’s completely safe, you see. One hundred percent natural ingredients...”
He stopped when Yesung reached for his hand. The older man didn’t exactly smile, but his face softened as he gave Kyuhyun’s hand a long squeeze. The meaning wasn’t lost on Kyuhyun.
Yesung performed flawlessly at the music festival that night, just as he had promised. He completely lost his voice the next day and took a week to recover, just as the doctor had predicted. Kyuhyun made him the herbal brew every day during that week. Although Yesung complained that it tasted like vomit - he wrote it on a piece of paper, being unable to speak - he drank every last drop of it.
Out of control, losing your way
The first time Yesung realized how much influence Kyuhyun had on him, he was lying with his back on the carpet, Kyuhyun’s weight on top of him preventing him from getting up.
For a guy so skinny he sure did have a lot of strength, Yesung thought. Ever since the barrier fell between Kyuhyun and the other members, he had unveiled a cheeky side worthy of his role as the spoiled one in the dorm. He welcomed all kinds of physical manifestations of affection and, more often than not, initiated them as well. This was especially useful for fan service, but somehow in Super Junior’s case they carried on even when the cameras were off. And when it came to Yesung, Kyuhyun seemed to be fond of one particular thing.
Yesung had been trying to wrestle himself free for the past few minutes but to no avail. His gaze flickered up and he caught a devilish glint in Kyuhyun’s eyes, a sure recipe for disaster. Kyuhyun’s hand snaked to Yesung’s waist and he started to mercilessly tickle him.
“Stop it!” Yesung cried out, but Kyuhyun was too absorbed to hear him, now using both hands to inflict maximum torment on Yesung’s too-sensitive nerves. He was smiling, a faint chuckle issuing from his lips, and when Yesung felt the puffs of breath on his face he realized how close they were.
Too damn close.
He gripped Kyuhyun’s shoulder with one hand and with the other pushed the younger man’s chest with as much force as he could muster. Apparently not expecting such a harsh response, Kyuhyun didn’t fight back and let himself be shoved to the side. Yesung had just risen to a sitting position when the rest of the members entered the common room. Donghae, who saw them first, immediately said, “Pig pile?”
The other members behind him looked ready to launch themselves at the two guys on the floor, so Yesung quickly got to his feet before anyone could make a move. Kyuhyun was still half-smiling, though the previous sparkle of mischief had faded from his eyes. “Hyung,” he began, “I was just-”
Something inside Yesung lit up and burned, rising from his chest up to his cheeks, and he spat out, “Oh, shut up.”
He didn’t wait to see how Kyuhyun reacted before rushing out of the room, ignoring the other members’ protests over the lost opportunity to pile on top of one another.
He avoided Kyuhyun throughout the rest of the day, until the group gathered in the evening to review a video recording of their recent performance. By then Yesung was no longer sure whether his burst of anger earlier was justified. When Kyuhyun took the spot next to him on the sofa, he realized his annoyance had dissipated anyway.
Kyuhyun scooted closer to him until their sides were touching. While everybody else was talking about the video, Kyuhyun started toying with the frays on Yesung’s old jeans.
“Hyu~ng,” he said quietly, prolonging the vowel in a way which he probably thought was cute. “You know I was joking, right?” While he spoke he leaned over and rested his head on Yesung’s shoulder, skin warm against the other’s neck.
Yesung sighed. He didn’t really understand what it was, perhaps the boyish charm, or the youthful impudence which nevertheless disclosed a kind of innocence underneath, but Kyuhyun knew very well how to work it. This had been going on for some time, but not until that moment did Yesung become fully conscious of the extent of the maknae’s hold on him.
That didn’t mean he was going to let him get away with things so easily, though. “I’ll forgive you if you dance ‘Sorry Sorry’,” he told Kyuhyun.
The younger man lifted his head, eyebrows raised. “Now?”
Yesung grinned. “Yep.”
The others were reasonably puzzled when Kyuhyun got up and interrupted their video-viewing with a live performance, but they quickly got into the mood and began making catcalls and suggestions for Kyuhyun to “move your hips a little more” or “take it all off!” Yesung laughed the hardest until his stomach hurt.
One love, one kiss, to my heart
They first time Kyuhyun and Yesung kissed wasn’t an accident, unlike the time Siwon pretended he was going to kiss Eunhyuk during a concert and Eunhyuk turned his head at an unexpected moment, resulting in the legendary scene which could be searched on YouTube using the keywords ‘WonHyuk Kiss’.
Kyuhyun was glad his first kiss with Yesung was nothing like that. True, it wasn’t exactly planned - more like a spur of the moment, seize the day kind of thing. It started with him playing a game on his laptop with Yesung next to him. The older man had been going on for a few minutes about an upcoming K.R.Y. song which he thought lacked a bit more “oomph” to it, although from the way he talked he didn’t seem to have any clear idea of what should be done to acquire that missing element. Kyuhyun just listened to him as much as he could while being absorbed in the game, nodding in intervals.
“...You get what I mean, right?” asked Yesung.
“Crap!” Kyuhyun exclaimed. “I missed a chance to go to the Super Bonus level. I’m sorry, you were saying?”
Annoyed, Yesung jabbed at Kyuhyun’s side with an elbow. “You weren’t listening, were you?”
“Of course I was,” said Kyuhyun, rubbing his side.
Yesung gave him a withering glare. “Yeah, right. You’re hopeless, you know that?”
Yesung said these kinds of things sometimes but never too seriously, being the kind of person who couldn’t get mad for long. Knowing this, Kyuhyun chuckled and said, “But you love me, right?”
He went on playing for a while before noticing that Yesung had gone completely silent. He glanced at him and saw the man staring straight ahead with a hard, inscrutable look on his face. “Hyung...?” Kyuhyun asked, a bit worried.
“What if it’s true?” said Yesung slowly.
“What is?”
Yesung turned to him, his next words entirely unexpected. “What if I do love you?”
If there was anything that could tear Kyuhyun’s eyes away from the laptop screen, this would be it. He stared at Yesung blankly while attempting to process what the latter had just said. Wait, he might not even mean it that way. He was probably talking about love in the platonic, brotherly sense.
Then Yesung reached out and touched Kyuhyun’s head just behind the ear, running his fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair, in a way which did not feel platonic at all. Kyuhyun’s mind went cloudy, as though in a dream, but still lucid enough to be aware that Yesung was advancing ever closer until they were only a hair’s breadth away. Kyuhyun could’ve withdrawn any time if he wanted to, but instead he stayed still and noted that, from this proximity, Yesung’s lips looked really, really nice.
He didn’t resist when a slight movement of Yesung’s hand pushed him forward so that those nice lips joined his own in a sweet, blissful moment.
As if the fact that their lips were touching wasn’t astonishing enough, Kyuhyun was still more surprised when seconds later he felt Yesung’s supple lips move, at first with some hesitation and then more boldly, pressing, exploring, searching for even more intimacy. Before Kyuhyun knew it he was responding to him, opening his mouth for him, each feverish touch inflaming his whole body until he was rendered helpless under the onslaught.
He forgot what he was doing, forgot where they were, forgot everything but this man and this kiss. He thought they could go on and on if they hadn’t grown breathless and had to part for air. When their eyes met, Kyuhyun thought he had never seen Yesung gaze at him so tenderly.
Heart beating wildly in his ribs, he leaned over and this time initiated the second kiss, which was just as mind-blowing as the first. He could feel Yesung smiling against his lips.
I wanna have you
I really need you
The first time they woke up in bed together, Kyuhyun had one arm slung across Yesung’s chest and their legs tangled together.
Yesung roused earlier and spent the few moments before Kyuhyun awoke to watch his slumbering form. Kyuhyun was lying on his side facing Yesung with the blanket pushed down to his waist, his breathing even, mouth slightly open like a little child. His pearly skin reflected the morning light seeping through the curtains.
Thick lashes fluttered as he stirred, and when he opened his eyes and saw Yesung his face flushed with an embarrassed smile. “Hi,” he said.
“Hello there.” Yesung smiled back.
Kyuhyun bit his lip. “Gosh, this is weird, isn’t it? You and me like this.”
“Well, you better get used to it.” Yesung took Kyuhyun’s hand from his chest and brought it to his lips, lowering his voice as he spoke, “I have lots of plans in store for us.”
Kyuhyun smirked. “Pervert.”
“Right back at you, mister.”
The gleam in Kyuhyun’s eyes showed he wanted to offer a witty comeback, but he seemed to just then notice that his upper body was exposed. He quickly pulled up the blanket to cover himself.
Yesung said, “You do realize I’ve seen it all last night?”
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun mumbled, “but the room was dark last night.”
Slowly Yesung took hold of the blanket and pushed it down again. Kyuhyun tensed but didn’t react. Dragging his fingers across Kyuhyun’s chest, Yesung listened to the younger man’s soft intake of breath as he gently traced the surgery scars there.
“I want you,” he said. “All of you.”
Kyuhyun’s taut expression loosened, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He leaned forward as if to kiss Yesung’s lips, but at the final moment tilted his head up and pressed his lips against that soft spot between Yesung’s nose and mouth, his touch light and teasing.
“So,” he murmured, “those plans you mentioned...”
Yesung’s face broke into a wide grin. “Oh believe me, I’ve got a whole lot lined up.”
Kyuhyun laughed and snuggled against the crook of his neck.
As Yesung wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, he thought they had all the time in the world to spend. Every moment was a first, and all they needed to do was begin.
On and on, precious love.