My Baby (Fluff version) Parts I-III

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Title: My Baby (Fluff version)

Author: miss2l

Pairing(s): KyuSung, not-so-ninja!KiSung  (cuz I really couldn’t resist)

Rating: PG-15 (to be safe cuz I could just be a really perverted child)

Warning: (not so) Brief sexual mentionings and language.  Awkward themes…? Mention of non-con.  Mentions of certain sexual kinks.  Does the fact that this is a really, really long 5 part plotless piece of crap count as a warning?  I don’t know if its actual fluff, does that count too?

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Disclaimer: You don't want to know what I would do to these boys if I owned them

Summary: Because his Hyung is his baby, his to spoil and pamper.

A/N: All parts can be read separately but Part II and Part IV are slightly connected.  Part IV can be read without Part II but it might be a bit more ambiguous.  They aren’t necessarily in chronological order. This is Parts I-III, Parts IV-V will be in another post.

Fluff: [Intro][1][2][3][4][5]
Smut: [6][7.1][7.2]

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INTRO. Kyuhyun’s Baby


Cho Kyuhyun was never one to really respect his Hyungs.  He couldn’t even begin to count how many times he had forgotten to call them properly.  An accidental “Sungmin” or “Siwon” here and there, alongside a light scolding from Leeteuk to say “Hyung”, was a daily occurrence for Super Junior’s beloved maknae.  On national TV he had to practically spit it out, knowing that to let it slip would lead to mind throbbing repercussions that he’d rather not face.  At the dorms though?  That’s a whole different story.

And the fact that he acted, and looked most of the time, like he was older than them wasn’t helping at all.  It was really an understatement to say he loved to disrespect his Hyungs because as much as they tried, they could never be seen in such a light that he’d stop.  He’d joke around with them relentlessly, earning a playful whack from one or more of them.  Most of the time Leeteuk.  And more than anything, it was absolutely hilarious to point out their mistakes, watching their faces go slightly red or see them have to swallow their pride to admit to it.  And whilst he would love to say he liked teasing all his Hyungs equally, there was always one that was more fun, more hilarious and way more attractive for him to tease, indulge and baby.  After all, pulling his adorable baby into his lap was always a comfortable feeling, the older snapping shyly before settling in and giving in to the stubborn smirking maknae whose arm seemed to have an iron grip on his waist.

And really, he couldn’t help himself with his baby-faced turtle Hyung.

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PART I. What Boredom Leads To…?

Summary: There’s one person that can always cure Kyuhyun’s boredom.


“Hyung…” Kyuhyun whined lowly, flashing his innocent maknae smile that seemed to fool his boyfriend every time.

Yesung barely looked up from his book to see Kyuhyun standing straight and tall at the doorway to his and Ryeowook’s shared room.  The taller had something behind his back, something that looked very, very suspicious, but his worries and skepticism melted away when he saw the angelic look on his dongsaeng’s face.

Mentally, Kyuhyun began smirking, knowing his Hyung was already like a fly caught in his web.  But he was really irked that Yesung’s eyes had barely graced his figure so the stupid book would have to go.  How else was he supposed to grab Yesung’s full attention when all he looked interested in was finishing his novel?  The evil maknae of Super Junior would not have it.

He slid in next to Yesung, who was lying comfortably on his bed with his back leaning against his headboard, pressing their sides firmly against each other.  He grabbed the book from his boyfriend’s smaller fingers, closing it with no regard to the page number and throwing it to the side, the book flopping from the bouncy bed to the floor with a thud.  Before Yesung could slip in a word of complaint, the taller pulled him one-handedly onto his lap and between his legs, his long limbs accommodating for Yesung’s smaller frame.  The said elder had an absolutely irritated look in his eye that the younger was having a field day ignoring.

“Kyu, I was reading that.” His eyes wandered to the book that lay on the floor, flipped to a totally random page, his page completely lost.  He gave Kyuhyun a half-hearted punch to his chest, but let his small fingers rest lightly on the maknae’s pectorals after.  He tried his best to glare at Kyuhyun but all he received was caramel eyes completely glittered with amusement.

“I know, Yesungie.” Kyuhyun said, smirking at the older man in his arms, completely disrespecting his senior by four years.

“What is it this time,” He decided to slip in his own tease this time, the maknae was enjoying himself way too much lately, “baby Kyu?”

Kyuhyun barely flinched, “Oh, we both know who the real baby in this situation is, Sungie baby.” He used his free hand from behind his back to drop whatever he was holding to pinch his Hyung’s baby fat laden cheeks, “Look at all this puppy fat.”

“Yah!” Yesung tried to slap Kyuhyun’s hand away but the younger pulled away too quickly, allowing Yesung to successfully be sprawled messily in the strong arms of the maknae.  “Aish, such disrespect for your Hyung.  I’m 27, you know.” Yesung sat up straight, still caged between Kyuhyun’s arms and legs, pouting.

“Oh, really?  I always thought you were the real maknae, Sungie.  I mean look at that face.” Kyuhyun teased, a laugh in his voice, loving the way Yesung just turned away, huffing away at his annoyance.  He could always get away with making fun of his lover without the older lashing out; he made a promise after all.  In return, Kyuhyun just held Yesung’s face in one hand making the elder turn to face him, his lips still turned in an adorable pout, “I’m surprised the fans haven’t started asking if you’re lying about your age.”

“Okay, what do you want?” Yesung asked, lifting up an eye brow skeptically.  “You don’t come looking for me everyday just to make fun of my age.”

“Of course, but it’s always fun.” Kyuhyun stuck his tongue out, watching as the same cute pout made its way onto Yesung’s lips again, “Anyways, I was bored.” Kyuhyun’s hand flew behind his back, fishing out the item he had brought in with him.  “So, I decided to have some fun with you Hyung.” He flashed a white piece of paper in front of the elder, almost laughing as the mix of letters and numbers registered in Yesung’s mind, “Solve this for me, kay?”

Pure horror and shock surfaced onto Yesung’s face, the emotions dancing on his features.  Oh.  My.  God.  Not math.  Anything but math.  He wanted to slap himself silly for letting his guard down at the pure smile Kyuhyun gave him.  He was so stupid for falling for the same curve of Kyuhyun’s lips every single time.  He was close to bursting out, to scolding and getting mad at the clearly entertained maknae but he knew he couldn’t.  And it wasn’t just that Kyuhyun was just too cute to resist sometimes (and that strong grip he had on his waist was probably part of the reason) but the promise he had made to Kyuhyun the day after Super Junior had almost lost him was flashing in his mind.

Yesung took a very deep breath before accepting the intimidating paper with complicated equations printed neatly all over, sending Kyuhyun grinning like a cheshire cat.  He resisted the urge to scold the broadly smiling maknae, taking his time to scrutinize the sheet.  The mix of symbols rolled around his head, some swirling and others twirling and he scowled.  He didn’t even know what part of math this was.  He’d long forgotten anything higher than fractions and basic algebra.  Quadratics and trigonometry were miserable memories he was glad to have left behind.  And what irked him the most was that Kyuhyun could probably solve this in his sleep.

“I hate you for doing this to me.” But Yesung decided that if he was going to do this, and he had to because the maknae wasn’t going to release him any time soon, he was going to get comfortable.  He turned around, leaning back against Kyuhyun’s chest, knowing the maknae would fully appreciate the closeness.  The winding arms around his mid section were more than enough proof, limbs wrapping tight around his abdomen.

“I love you too, baby.” Kyuhyun said with a sly smile, the nickname that only he could use rolling off his tongue easily, “I’ll pamper you well tonight if you can solve it.  But I’ll have to punish you if you can’t.” And he leaned it, whispering almost inaudibly all the details of what tonight would behold.

Yesung gulped visibly, turning bright red as a range of images provided from Kyuhyun’s steady voice rushed to his mind.  He knew this deal was non-negotiable and totally rigged.  There was no way he was going to be able solve this.  Kyuhyun knew that all too well.  “That’s not fair, Kyu.”

“It totally is.” Kyuhyun said pressing a firm kiss on the puppy-fat laden cheeks he loved so much, “I always pamper you anyway.  I don’t see why you’re complaining.”

“Because you always forget to take it out.  And you leave it on.” Yesung complained, only leaning back into the maknae’s warmth, “I have to go on a radio show, how am I supposed to do anything without looking like an insane drug addict?”

“Then you’ll just have to solve it, baby.” Kyuhyun whispered against his neck, “I think you look more adorable than insane, anyway.” He chuckled into the sensitive skin of Yesung’s neck, “You’re so cute when I leave you like that.” He felt heat gathering in his lover’s neck, showcasing just how embarrassed he was, “I’m waiting.”

“You totally rigged this.” Yesung mumbled lowly, somehow clear enough for Kyuhyun to hear.

“Of course I did, when have I not?” Kyuhyun laughed lightly.

“I hate you.” Yesung shot, mentally preparing for tonight. “Why do I even let you bully me?”

“I love you, baby.” Kyuhyun repeated, utterly excited for the fun that was awaiting him when his boyfriend was unable to understand a single thing in the equation and totally gave up, “And I prefer to call it pampering.”

With his eyebrows furrowed, he allowed the younger to nuzzle into his neck as he watched in amusement.  Their legs were effectively tangled, courtesy of Kyuhyun’s lanky ones, as Yesung cutely bit his lip trying figure out if that ‘x’ had anything to do with the answer.  And whilst Yesung’s full attention was at the baffling numbers, Kyuhyun just couldn’t get over how his boyfriend fit perfectly in his arms, how their legs seemed to wrap together impeccably and how his neck was the ideal shape to accommodate his face and kisses.

But most of his attention was on how adorable his baby was struggling with math.

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PART II. The Price of Forever

Summary: Everything has a price tag.  Their love included.


It took every ounce of Kyuhyun’s will power to not box his manager.  The older man had his large hand pressed against Yesung’s jeans, some fingers even sliding into his boyfriend’s back pocket.  The smaller male clutched Kyuhyun’s hand, squeezing his baby fingers between the spaces of Kyuhyun’s longer ones.  His eyes were shut tight, hoping the wandering hand hadn’t just slipped to the other side, caressing and groping.

“Kyu…” Yesung whispered, trying to calm the fuming maknae.

“Just let me hit him, Sungie.  Then I’ll be happier and you won’t have a hand groping the ass that belongs to me.” Kyuhyun hissed lowly, softly enough for only his boyfriend to hear.

“You can’t…” Yesung begged quietly, almost yelping and jumping when he felt fingers pinching and squeezing.  “He’ll tell management about us.” He gasped softly, digits touching lightly and moving around sending shivers of disgust up his spine.  He clasped the taller’s hand even tighter, wishing it all away with all his might.  “We can’t let that happen.  I don’t want to break up.” He bit his lip as the perverted fingers made their way into his jeans, snapping the elastic of boxers painfully before digits were shoved down and pressed against soft white skin, “Kyu… I can’t… I don’t…”

“Shh, it’s okay, baby.  I’m right here.” Kyuhyun shushed, wiping away the tiny tears that had gathered in his boyfriend’s eyes.

He leaned down and took him by the lips, hoping his lightly probing tongue was enough to distract the elder from the sick groping he was subjected to.  When Yesung moaned into his mouth, he hated that he didn’t know if it was because their manager had a hand in his jeans or that Kyuhyun had his tongue down his throat.  And if the tiny droplets Kyuhyun could see gathering in Yesung’s eyes and the slight grunts of pain muffled against his mouth were any indication, he knew exactly what their manager was doing.  The maknae pulled away for a brief moment before reconnecting their mouths, trying to fill his boyfriend with as many thoughts of him as possible.  He stroked the elder’s hair lovingly, making sure to give Yesung all the support he could by keeping their fingers tightly twined.

“Well, I’ve had my fun.” Jung Hoon said smoothly, before pulling his hand away, sucking his fingers, his tongue wrapping tightly around the digits.  “Just be glad I haven’t fucked the little whore into the sheets again for keeping your secret.” He exited the thankfully mostly empty lift, leaving the couple with his fingers still in his mouth, “I’ll get the car now.” He smirked when he remembered one slight note, “Oh and better not fuck tonight, he might be a little raw.”

The two left the lift, Yesung wrapped almost completely in Kyuhyun’s gentle and caring arms.  Why did the stupid schedule have to be held on the 37th floor?  It was longest elevator ride ever.  To make matters worse, it was past midnight so no one would be using the lift, giving their manager more than ample time to grope.

Kyuhyun resisted the urge to pull his lover’s pants down and inspect the damage.  Even as late as it was, they were still in public and he didn’t particularly want his boyfriend exposing things that only he had the right to see.  Instead, he pushed his bangs away and kissed his forehead, running one hand lovingly through the smaller male’s messy hair and kept their hands tightly clasped.

“Sungie baby…” Kyuhyun comforted, pulling Yesung closer by his free hand wrapping tightly around his waist, “My baby… My poor baby…” He kissed his temple, hoping his light touches would elevate the pain the elder had physically and mentally, “I love you, baby… I’ll always love you.” He allowed his boyfriend to lean his head on his shoulder, making sure to rub aimless circles on his back, “I’m here and I’ll always be here.  Right beside you.  I’ll never leave you, baby.” And the pet name came off so easily, floating and wafting around the couple like a light lullaby.

“I love you, Kyu.  I love you so much it hurts.” And he’s so close to sobbing, he wants nothing more than to cry and bawl to the younger but he holds it back as they wait for the car.  Kyuhyun wonders if the pain Yesung is subjected to is because his love is so suffocating or because of the repercussions that had followed after their manager had found the two fucking in a handicapped toilet - the stupid toilet’s lock being faulty without them knowing.  And not knowing is killing him.

The car pulled up with a loud screech, probably on purpose from their sadistic manager to break up their tight embrace.  Kyuhyun pulls the older man, fingers still intertwined even with sweaty palms as he guided him to the car that is reserved for when there are only a few of them.  The younger ensures the smaller male is seated in his lap comfortably as they entered the vehicle.  He finally let go of their hands in turn wrapped his arms snugly around his lover’s waist, nose nuzzling the sensitive skin of his neck.

“Kyu… hyun…” Yesung breathed heavily as his boyfriend’s lips ventured inside and under his shirt, leaving light love bites on his creamy white skin.  It wasn’t as if his collarbone and shoulder weren’t already decorated with both purplish and reddish marks, it was just that if Kyuhyun was going to stake his claim, then it would have to be somewhere that could be hidden.  He couldn’t risk fans scrutinizing any marks that he left on Yesung’s neck.  It would create a ruckus and a mind splitting headache for everyone.

“Shh…” Kyuhyun lightly whispered against Yesung’s skin, nipping the thin skin right above Yesung’s collarbone, the flesh turning from ivory to purplish-red almost instantly.  “It’s okay.  Let me take care of everything.” He heard his lover’s breathing become shallower and shallower as he continued, leaving as many love marks as possible.  It was the least he could do.  What could help an emotionally shaken Yesung more than assuring him that he still belonged to the evil maknae?  Nothing.  Kyuhyun was reinforcing that he owned the older man, that everything that was the pretty little lead baritone was his and that was all the closure Yesung would ever need.  “You’re all mine, baby.”

Long arms slipped under Yesung’s shirt, the exposed skin of Kyuhyun’s limbs almost burning against the bare skin of Yesung’s back and sides.  Shivers ran all the way to the elder’s toes when slender fingers traced his spine, circles and shapeless lines feather light against every single vertebra.  It made Yesung’s fingers curl and tightly hold onto Kyuhyun’s shirt, the younger’s fingers and lips lovingly tending to his lover.

But Kyuhyun continued his ministrations all the way up to their dorm, one hand in Yesung’s shirt, caressing his spine, gently swirling his fingers around each bone.  And after a long comforting and warm bath together, which involved the maknae squeezing his Hyung around the waist the entire time and nothing else, Yesung found himself wrapped up in a mix of several blankets and Kyuhyun’s limbs - which provided more warmth than ten of the stupid blankets.

“Thank you, Kyu.” Yesung murmured, tightening his already bone crushing hug he had around Kyuhyun’s slim waist, “You’re the best I could ask for.” Kyuhyun’s short finger nails grazing lightly against his scalp felt amazing and he immediately fell into the temptation that was snuggling closer, Kyuhyun’s arm around his mid section only encouraging him by forcing him closer.  “But you’re the only one I’d ever ask for.”

“Good,” Kyuhyun slipped in sneakily, a sly smile making its way onto his features when he realised his cheerful Hyung was returning, “because if you cheat I’ll throttle that person and fuck you senseless.”

“Oh really?” Yesung said, returning the smile with an almost equal amount of slyness, “It seems like a good deal.” He caught the slight look of shock that was slowly forming in Kyuhyun’s eyes, “Hey, I heard Kibum has been free lately, maybe I should-” Yesung didn’t get to finish because Kyuhyun reached up into the long pajama top - that obviously could only belong to Kyuhyun due to its length - and poked his lover’s sensitive side before running his fingers up and down the skin.  Kyuhyun loved watching his boyfriend twitching in his arms, one hand teasing whilst the other kept him close so that he could continue to torture the baby-faced 27 year old.

“What did I say about mentioning that guy around me?  Huh?” Kyuhyun pinched his side for extra measure before returning to his gentle caresses which still had Yesung writhing due to his sensitive skin.

“N-Not to d-do i-it… K-Kyu!  S-Stop it!” Yesung tried pounding on the maknae’s chest but to no avail, there were still fingers sliding up and down his sides and he couldn’t escape with the iron grip Kyuhyun had on him.

“Not a chance, this is your punishment.” Kyuhyun captured Yesung’s lips in an instant, still teasing and torturing him, the elder’s nerves twitching with the constant ghostly touches. Yesung’s complaints were lost as Kyuhyun ravished his lips, still trying desperately to escape his boyfriend’s eager digits. Kyuhyun finally stopped as he broke the kiss, opting instead to slip his index finger under the elastic of his briefs - which he had forced him to wear when they sleep - the rest of his fingers spreading out on his lover’s bare thigh - Kyuhyun refused to let Yesung sleep with pants.

And a small silence overtook them, Kyuhyun still with an iron grip around Yesung with one hand, the other pressed flat against his boyfriend’s smooth leg.  “You don’t think he’ll… he’ll go too far again?  Do you, Kyu?” Yesung was using that uncertain tone that Kyuhyun hated.  It only comes up when he was being attacked by anti fans and when the huge road block in their relationship Jung Hoon was concerned.  Either way, it was only used when he was upset.  And Kyuhyun hated it when Yesung was anything less than the usual kind, hardworking Hyung he was.

The memory of that particular terrible event flashed back to his mind, a sobbing and broken Yesung in his arms was something he never wanted to experience again.  His boyfriend was sore and in pain, both physically and mentally.  He had been unable to walk properly or think positively for days.  Their manager clearly didn’t know how to pamper the turtle boy and spoiling him was all Kyuhyun ever did when it came to sex.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Kyuhyun comforted as the smaller male looked up, the cutest lost puppy look embedded in his features, “No one, and I mean no one, will ever take you unless they know how to take care of you.” Kyuhyun pressed a soft kiss to Yesung’s forehead, lips moving against the skin, “And only I know how to take proper care over my baby.” He brought the boy closer to him, knowing how much Yesung loved to be cuddled and cradled, especially by Kyuhyun whose arms always seemed to be infinitely warm.

Yesung let out the smallest giggle before snuggling nice and close, the vast amount of colourful blankets dulling as Kyuhyun turned off their last source of light - Yesung’s bedside lamp.  “I love you, Kyu.”

“I love you, my baby.” And it’s really only times like this that Yesung has no complaints over Kyuhyun babying him.  “Now, keep quiet while I pamper you.  We wouldn’t want Wookie and Minnie to come complaining that they couldn’t sleep because you were too noisy again, right?” Kyuhyun laughed before he disappeared under the sheets, both his hands on his lover’s bare legs to keep them apart ready to do some first class indulging.

“Kyu…” Yesung murmured very softly, goose bumps already all over his legs because of where the maknae had placed his hands.

“Shh, I don’t want to hurt you so I can’t fuck you but that doesn’t mean I can’t pamper you tonight.” Kyuhyun whispered, his lips already against Yesung’s inner thigh, tracing irregular shapes with his lips.  The maknae then began spoiling his lover just the way he liked it, just the way that had him moaning so loud that Ryeowook and Sungmin could hear it at the other end of the dorm in Kyuhyun and Sungmin’s shared room.

And only Kyuhyun had the right to spoil his baby.

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PART III. Jealousy’s Head is Adorable (feat. One-sided!KiSung)

Summary: Whoever said jealousy has an ugly head?  Kyuhyun thinks it leads to some pretty cute results.


“Kibummie!” Yesung exclaimed as he launched himself onto the actor who had decided to drop by the dorm.  The taller boy held no hesitation in hugging the smaller man back, his tiny waist fitting perfectly in Kibum’s arms, “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Yesungie-hyung.” Their embrace loosened slightly, Yesung slipping his arms from around Kibum’s neck to his shoulders and Kibum’s hands resting lightly on the elder’s hips.  He frowned.  “Yesung-hyung, you lost weight again.” He could feel the lead singer’s jutting hips through his clothing, the bones more prominent than before, “How many times do I have to tell you you look fine?  Don’t pay attention to those stupid haters.”

“Aish, I’m fine!” Yesung said jovially, slapping his dongsaeng lightly on the chest, “It’s nothing to worry about.” Because Kyuhyun made it all better. “You’re blowing this way out of proportion.”

“If you say so…” Kibum muttered, still not totally believing his Hyung because he seemed to always be subject to nasty comments and cruel insults.  And being the selfless humble person he was, he wasn’t about to voice his issues, “But if you lose weight again the next time I see you I’m going to force-feed you, no matter what Kyuhyun says.”

“You force-anything my boyfriend and we’ll see what your face looks like after, Kim Kibum.” Kyuhyun crossed his arms angrily, narrowing his eyes at the hands that were precariously close to his lover’s backside.

“I’d like to see you try, Kyu.” Kibum said testily, tightening his grip on Yesung’s hips before pulling him slightly closer, the elder yelping slightly, but being the oblivious turtle Hyung he was, suspected nothing.  But he could sense the electricity that was heavy in the air and decided to break it soon, “I’m the boxer, remember?”

“Yah!  Can’t you two maknaes ever get along?” Yesung sighed, softly hitting Kibum on the chest again, escaping the actor’s arms only to give Kyuhyun an equally light whack on the head.  “Didn’t Teukie-umma and the rest of us Hyungs teach you two better?”

“You spoil us maknaes too much, Hyung.” Kibum sang teasingly, latching onto Yesung’s arm to give the elder a look of pure innocence that was sure to melt him like it did every time, “Ryeowookie, Kyuhyunnie and me - you let us off for too many things.” Kibum paused for a second before continuing, “You even spoil Donghae-hyung, Siwon-hyung, Sungmin-hyung and Eunhyuk-hyung!  Hyung, you treat all us dongsaengs too well.”

“Ah, what can I do?  You’re all just too cute.” Yesung said patting Kibum’s head even though the younger was clearly taller.

“Excuse me,” Kyuhyun coughed, jealous and annoyed at the other boy that was attached to his boyfriend, “but I obviously do the spoiling in this relationship,” Kyuhyun growled before taking his lover into his arms, wrenching him from Kibum’s tight grip.  He took his time to smirk at the actor, “since, you know, Sungie is mine.”

“Geez, Kyu I know you’re my easily jealous boyfriend and I love you and your possessive traits but I actually really miss Bummie.  Please just stop with the alpha male tendencies you usually have for a while, okay?  For me?” And could Kyuhyun really refuse a request from his beloved Hyung?  Especially when he was giving him those cute little puppy dog eyes?  No, he couldn’t.  The youngest nodded numbly and unwillingly but the bright face splitting smile that came to his boyfriend’s face made it almost worth it.  And then the light peck with unspoken promises of tonight’s ordeals made it definitely worthwhile.  You can have fun tonight and I won’t complain - was what Yesung might as well have been screaming in his ears.  “Good, now since no one else is home I’ll go find something for us to eat and then we can talk.  You have to tell me everything, okay Bummie?  I don’t care if it’s in the news; I want to hear it from you and not a stupid piece of paper.”

With that, Yesung pretty much skipped to the kitchen, fetching some snacks.  He might have unconsciously known that his two dongsaengs could never refuse their adorable Hyung because he had walked off without an answer.  Kyuhyun sighed and turned to look at Kibum, still as handsome as ever and probably as headstrong too.  That wasn’t making him feel too comfortable.  Especially since he promised his lover to lay off attacking people that came within a 1 meter radius.

“You don’t have to worry, aish.” Kibum huffed with a roll of his eyes as he made his way to the couch, “Just because I’m in love with Hyung doesn’t mean I’m going to steal him from you.” He leaned back against the soft sofa, staring at the white ceiling, “I mean he’s really happy with you and I’m obviously not here enough to give him the proper support a boyfriend is supposed to.” Kibum gestured with his head for Kyuhyun to join him, the younger taking hesitant steps before prideful long strides to accompany the boxer on the couch, “I’m too selfish for him, I left him alone.  How could I possibly be his boyfriend?  At least you take proper care of him.  He’s the type that needs to be coddled, what with all the indulging he does to everyone else.” Kyuhyun kept silent, knowing that Kibum probably never confined his thoughts about his secret love to anybody else, “But I still wish I’d confessed to him before I left.  So, if you break his heart he’s all mine.”

“That’s probably the most I’ve ever heard you say, Kibum.” Kyuhyun smirked but lay a hand comfortingly on the older man’s shoulder, knowing that the situation could’ve easily been reversed if Kibum had gotten the guts to confess to the baritone of Super Junior earlier.

“Oh, shut up you.” Kibum said coldly but with a hint of amusement, shrugging off Kyuhyun’s hand, “I only want Hyung to touch me.” He returned Kyuhyun’s previous expression with a hint more of slyness.  “Hyung just does these things to me.  So, I’m going to enjoy cuddling up with him while you’re under probation period of hurting me for it.”

“He’s still not here I could always-”

“Are you two arguing again?” Yesung asked with slight irritation and a raised brow.  In his small hands was a tray which had a plate of snacks and cups of ice water, “Will you guys ever get along?”

“I don’t know, Hyung.  You might have to force us too.  You know, stop being so nice for once.” Kibum joked whilst patting his thigh.  With a long breath Yesung placed the tray on the coffee table and allowed the boxer to pull him sideways onto his lap, “Now wipe that pout off your face before I make you.”

“Yah, I’m attached now, you can’t do that anymore.” Yesung half heartedly scolded, pushing against Kibum’s head which was resting on his shoulder.  The eldest reached his hand behind him, clasping Kyuhyun’s hand to pacify the youngest, the maknae facing his lover’s back due to the way Kibum had purposely pulled him down.

“Just one little kiss, Hyung.  Pretty please?” Kibum requested with a small smile but only received a joking smack over the head.

“Stop it, you know how I am Bummie.” Yesung giggled, feeling Kyuhyun rearrange their hands so that he could his fingers perfectly between the spaces, “Now, tell me what you’ve been doing.”  Yesung smiled earnestly at the dongsaeng he’s missed so dearly, shifting slightly in his lap to get comfortable and lean against the younger man’s broad shoulders, ready to listen to everything.

And the whole afternoon was spent with Kibum spilling all his recent activities with prompting from the elder in his lap.  Kyuhyun interjected only a few times, his eyes trained on Kibum to make sure he didn’t do anything inappropriate to his lover.  After Kibum was all talked out they switched on the TV, a random drama appearing and only twenty minutes in and Yesung was snoozing lightly in Kibum’s arms.  It wasn’t really how Kyuhyun had been planning to spend his rare off day with his boyfriend alone.

“So, what happened to Hyung?” Kibum asked, it was at least 10 minutes after he had confirmed that the eldest was fast asleep.

“What?” Kyuhyun said, tightening the strong grip he had on Yesung’s hand.

“Oh, don’t play stupid with me Kyuhyun.  You’re a smart kid.” Kyuhyun growled at the ‘kid’ comment but let the older man continue, “Hyung’s lost a lot of weight since last time.  What the fuck happened to him?”

Kyuhyun gulped lowly, not sure if he wanted to disclose the secret that was solely his and Yesung’s.  But the look of worry Kibum had compelled the taller to speak up, “A few months ago Hyung was having a lot of problems with anti fans.  They were telling him he was fat and that he didn’t belong, manager-hyung was even telling him to diet.” He sighed, the memory still fresh and painful, “And you know Yesungie.  When he diets, he really diets.  When he’s upset, he doesn’t say a word.  Not even to me.” Kyuhyun paused, hating how his boyfriend still wouldn’t confide in him, “And I can’t keep an eye on him all the time, our schedules are different and all.  And at first it was just skipping meals and he always did when I was at a different schedule.” Kyuhyun stroked Yesung’s hair lovingly, the layered strands soft between his fingers, “But then I started to realise he was getting too thin, you know because we… fuck.  He refused to say anything even after I confronted him several times, we even fought a couple of times, and only a few weeks ago could I convince him to start eating normally.  He still hasn’t gained all his weight back yet.”

“Poor Hyung… At least he has you, Kyuhyun.” Kibum murmured, stroking Yesung’s cheeks softly, realizing how they weren’t as full of cute puppy fat as before, “Well, it’s already late.” He shook Yesung lightly, knowing that soft touches and soft voices may not wake the elder but a slightly harder shake would.  “Hyung, I have to go.”

“Bummie?” Yesung whispered, still groggy, “You’re not staying longer?”

“I can’t and besides I think Kyuhyun wants to get some action tonight so I should leave.” He watched as a pretty yet adorable dark red blush slowly made its way onto Yesung’s cheeks.  “Walk me out, Yesung-hyung?  Your cute little face is the last thing I want to see before I leave.”

“You’re still so cheesy!” Yesung said now fully awake and slapping Kibum over the head, “You dongsaengs are so disrespectful to your Hyung.” But he stood up nonetheless, escorting Kibum to their front door, upset and sad because he wouldn’t know when he would see the actor again.

“Don’t look so sad, I’ll see you some other time, Hyung.” Kibum said giving his small Hyung one last hug and a short peck on the cheek, “See ya, Kyuhyun!” Kibum called out, his back already to them, walking down the hallway.

“Bye, Bummie.  Don’t forget to call Teukie-umma and tell him how you’re doing!” Yesung reminded and the second maknae gave a little signal saying he would.

With the door closed, Kyuhyun grabbed Yesung from the back, his long arms wrapped around his torso, “You never told me Kibum used to kiss you.” Kyuhyun growled and bit his lover’s ear lobe.

“It was only friendly kisses, only a peck and no tongue, I swear.  And I wasn’t about to reject a kiss from my crush back then.” Yesung teased, knowing Kyuhyun despised how his boyfriend used to have a very large crush on the actor.

“Enough talk about past loves, you’re my baby now.” Kyuhyun said before attacking the smaller male with light kisses on his neck, making sure not to leave marks, “Can I have the fun you promised now?”

“Only my perverted boyfriend could get ‘let’s have sex until you can’t come anymore’ out of a simple kiss and hand holding.” Yesung said turning slightly in his lover’s arm to face the maknae, using one of his tiny fingers to tap Kyuhyun’s nose.

“But you love it, baby.  I always make sure you’re in heaven because I know exactly how to spoil you.” Kyuhyun smirked before taking Yesung into an only slightly deep kiss.

“You make me seem like sex-addict.” Yesung retorted, slightly breathless because Kyuhyun was a fucking good kisser.  “And I am anything but.  You’re the sex craved one in this relationship.”

“As true as that is, I wouldn’t be so addicted if you didn’t reciprocate.  Good fucks can’t be one-sided.” Kyuhyun smirked as his boyfriend still turned red at such comments, “And just for that, that’s one more orgasm for you to beg for tonight and I should probably warn you that we’re using the plugs tonight.”

“One more…?  How many times are you planning?” Yesung shivered, he really hated it, well not hated it because inside he knew he would always enjoy it, when Kyuhyun made him beg.  It was embarrassing and torturous because as much as Kyuhyun knew how to indulge him, he also knew how to tease him terribly, bringing him to the edge only to make the elder cry out for release.  And the maknae seemed to enjoy his blushing, embarrassed lover more than anything else.  Add that to the fact that Kyuhyun had a very bad tendency to use as many sex toys as possible in one night only to conveniently forget that it was in there and leave it in the whole of the next day - still on.  He didn’t know how the battery lasted but he was sure he saw something along the lines of “super long lasting - can stay on for over two days without charging” on the packaging of several of them.

“Well, three so far.” Kyuhyun paused slightly, chuckling to himself, “Well, three that you have to beg and plead for.  There’ll be others that I’ll just give to you because you’re my baby and deserve nothing but the best.”

Yesung gulped visibly, knowing he was going to be very, very tired tomorrow.  The maknae didn’t look like he was going to let the elder sleep for very long.  Kyuhyun didn’t fuck him every night, but it was at least every other night.  The left over nights Kyuhyun still found something to do that had him moaning - very loudly at that - and coming multiple times.  On his lucky nights, Kyuhyun would stop at two or three orgasms and let him sleep - sometimes it would take as short as 15 minutes.  Some nights would just be a thorough fucking plus some extra orgasms.  Other nights, when Kyuhyun was in particular moods, he’d lose count of how many times the maknae made him come because he just wouldn’t stop.  Young people and their stamina…

“W-What did I do?” Yesung asked hesitantly because Kyuhyun always had a reason for his punishments.

“Well, for one you spent your whole day in Kibum’s arms when we could’ve been fucking.  So that’s the first one.  The second is that tomorrow you’re going out with your ‘Immortal Song 2’ friends when we could have been fucking.  And you already know the third.” Kyuhyun smirked, the blush on Yesung’s face only growing.

“You can’t blame me for going out tomorrow!” Yesung exclaimed, hoping that the insatiable maknae would lessen the punishment just a little.

“Yes, I can and I will.” Kyuhyun said slyly, “You don’t have to go out with Jonghyun, Changmin and Yoseob, do you?”

“We’re just catching up!  You know how close we got after the show.  Why’re you so jealous?” Yesung asked incredulously, but the lust in Kyuhyun’s eyes only increased at his comment.

“Four.” Kyuhyun whispered and Yesung trembled in his arms, the thoughts of what Kyuhyun was going to do probably plaguing his mind.  His smirk grew, “And I’ve seen the skinship you performed.” Kyuhyun said eying his boyfriend who tried to retreat - obviously failing because Kyuhyun was obviously stronger, “I recall you putting an arm around Yoseob.  And you flirted with a woman.”

“I thought we went through this, Kyu.” Yesung whimpered, the torturous night ahead only killing him inside, “You know, when you got mad the first through to the fifth time you watched the broadcasting?” Yesung pleaded, trying to reason with his insatiable boyfriend, “And you still punished me by leaving that thing in me for two days every time.  It was on the whole time, might I add.” Yesung whined and almost yelped with Kyuhyun’s arms tightened, “I wasn’t flirting anyway.  Hyorin and I just got along.  Come on Kyu, you know I’m as straight as one of Donghae’s free hand graphs and the only one for me is you.”

“It’s still four and if you keep arguing I’m going to skip five and go straight to six.” Kyuhyun sing songed and Yesung quickly shut up.  There was no way he was going to risk it.

Kyuhyun began pulling his boyfriend towards his room, totally looking forward to the next few events.  Usually they did it in Yesung’s, but all of Kyuhyun’s equipment was in his room so they were doing it there.  Yesung let out a weak whimper when he felt himself being dragged, almost frightened of the maknae’s room because of all different experiences he had been subjected to in it.  A mix of good experiences but still very mentally scarring nonetheless.

“And since I’m feeling merciful, I’ll just use the small one today.” Liar.  He always said that.  And he always did use the small one.  But after making his lover orgasm more than once on it he’d grab a bigger one before repeating the process several times.  At that moment, he successfully shoved his boyfriend in his room and locking the door behind him, the smaller male a complete blushing, trembling mess - just the way Kyuhyun liked it. “Don’t worry baby.  You’ll love it, you always do.  Now, relax and let me pamper you tonight.”

Because at the end of the day, Kyuhyun’s baby was always his and his alone.

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Word Counts:

INTRO. Kyuhyun’s Baby: 279

PART I. What Boredom Leads To…?: 1399

PART II. The Price of Forever: 2087

PART III. Jealousy’s Head is Adorable: 3031

(please excuse me if these word counts are a little off)

A/N: Well, this was a load of crap >.> like really bad.  This isn’t even a plot.  Well, there might be a smut version of some of parts coming out if I don’t totally fail (which I probably will).  I don’t even know what this is >.> I might continue and write other plot bunnies and make this kind of a series.