Selfish Requests
Title: Selfish Requests
Author: miss2l
Pairing(s): KyuSung (minor EunHae)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Very, very fluffy with lots of cotton candy and a very, very childish!Kyu :P (that warrants plenty of warning XD especially because I don’t know if I made him childish or just weird >.<)
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Friendship
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. And I wish I did! I mean come on!
Summary: And to think it always started with one little selfish request.
A/N: Written for my midnight Unnie who requested a childish!Kyu and is currently battling with her exams. I hope my terrible awkwardness can help get you through the week, Unnie <3
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“Hyung… I’m hungry…”
“Not now, Kyuhyunnie. I have something important to do…” Eunhyuk said adamantly, looking at the whining maknae with ridicule. He could only sigh at the pout that quickly formed on Kyuhyun’s face, the indignant expression on his handsome features.
“Like what? Fucking Donghae-hyung?” Kyuhyun growled, eying the pair that was just wrapped up in each other, watching some sappy movie. Normally he would just leave the sickeningly lovey dovey couple to their own devices but he was seriously starving and Ryeowook wasn’t here to fix him something to eat. He puffed out his cheeks in irritation and pursed his lips, crossing his arms testily, resisting the very strong urge to stomp his foot in mild anger. “I swear the Hyungs in this place would rather make out on the sofa than care about me.”
“Aww, isn’t he cute, Hyukkie? No wonder he’s our baby. Why don’t I get some food for the baby?” Donghae cooed obscenely, unraveling himself from his lover, earning himself some groans. He sent a flying kiss to the slightly older male, promising something silent that Kyuhyun would rather not think about. “I’ll be back, promise.”
“Can you two not? It’s gross. Urgh, my eyes.” Kyuhyun said covering his eyes from the absurdly sweet scene. He honestly got enough of the clingy pair on a daily basis; he didn’t need them to practically profess eternal love with their intense gazes and loving touches. He quickly shook his head, trying to rid himself of the imagery. It was much too honeyed and sugar coated. It was like seeing his parents make out in front of him, or his older sister snuggle up with her boyfriend up on the couch. It was just gross and he’d rather not taint his vision with it.
“Aww, is the PDA too much for the cute baby?” Eunhyuk teased making nauseating kissing faces at Donghae, loud smooching noises added just for effect. The fish boy immediately caught on quickly, making over exaggerated gushing sounds, fanning himself as if the monkey’s actions were attractive. Kyuhyun quickly growled at them, pouting at their annoying torments. The two of them immediately burst into laughter, definitely amused by the maknae’s display of vexation. “You’re such a cute kid.”
“Yah! I am not.” Kyuhyun said, lips up turned to an adorable frown, stomping his foot to assert his anger. But really, it just served to make him look like an upset little toddler who had just gotten his favourite toy stolen by the kid at daycare. “I’m not a kid.”
“Yeah, says your pout.” Eunhyuk guffawed, resisting the urge to jump off the couch and pinch the youngest’s cheeks into oblivion. It was really a very irresistible urge but he knew if he did, he might not be able to sleep all week in fear of what evil plans would Kyuhyun have as revenge. Fans would actually never understand the true terror of the adorable maknae when he was plotting. It was a positively frightening experience. Anything could be rigged. And Kyuhyun wasn’t the type to forget things.
“Ok, Hyukkie, let’s stop bugging the baby. I’ll go get you some food, okay Kyunnie?” Donghae chirped, practically singing a child’s tune with the way he was talking. It made Kyuhyun’s eyebrow twitch a little at the treatment but he simply smiled angelically at his Hyung. If he did so, then maybe he’d finally get fed. Usually he’d ask Yesung, because the older male would surely do anything for him - gosh, he was such a pushover, he melted like ice cream to every single one of Kyuhyun’s requests - but the lead baritone was resting in his room. Yesung had been particularly busy these past few days and any sleep he got, he needed. He had enough trouble sleeping before.
Donghae disappeared into Eunhyuk’s room, coming out with his coat and a pair of sunglasses. He pulled a beanie from his coat pocket and slid it on, covering most of his soft brown hair. And instead of heading straight for the door, which was what Kyuhyun had automatically assumed he would do since he was ready, he made a quick detour. To a room that Kyuhyun did not want to see open for a couple more hours, at least. Especially not by Donghae, or preferably not by anyone but the occupant himself. Or Kyuhyun.
“Wait, Donghae-hyung…” But the dancer had already disappeared into the depths of the room, a disheveled, but smiling, Yesung coming out moments later. He had tired eyes but was still giving Donghae fond looks. And Kyuhyun definitely did not miss the way the fish boy was holding onto the elder’s hand tightly, gently tugging the baby faced male toward the door. Which inevitably lead to the outside world where the two of them could spend hours just talking about nothing.
“Oh, Kyunnie, are you hungry? If you were, you should’ve just asked me. You didn’t need to bug Hae and Hyukkie.” Yesung said, sending Kyuhyun one of the shy smiles that had all the fan girls screaming like maniacs. “Hae and I will be back soon, kay? Don’t get too hungry.” He chuckled, holding his tiny hand in front of his mouth the contain some of the small laughs. “And don’t bully Hyukkie too much, okay?”
“Yeah, you know how much Kyuhyunnie bullies me, Hyung? How is he even a maknae?” Eunhyuk immediately stood up, rushing over the kind older male and grasped his shoulders, complaining with a sideward glance to the said maknae. He knew if he bemoaned about Kyuhyun’s mistreatment enough, Yesung would lightly reprimand him and most likely give Eunhyuk a bully free pass. It was much too good of an opportunity to miss.
“Because he’s so cute.” Yesung said grinning, ruffling Eunhyuk’s blond hair in the process to try and pacify him, cooing at the natural aegyo the younger was displaying. And he almost burst into a fit of laughter when he heard Kyuhyun growl low in his throat. He escaped Eunhyuk and Donghae’s grip and pat both of Kyuhyun’s cheeks gently, smiling at the displeased expression on his otherwise attractive features. “Don’t be so mean, okay BabyKyu.” Donghae made a grab from his small hand once again, tugging him to leave, “I got to go, but if I hear that you were…”
“Hyung, don’t go.” Kyuhyun said pouting, grabbing onto the hand that was currently still placed on his face. He quickly intertwined the fingers and gave his Hyung the most longing gaze he could conjure up. “You’ve been really tired these days, let Donghae-hyung go alone.”
“Huh, Hyung? Are you okay? You don’t have to go out, you know! I can go by myself.” Donghae immediately panicked, very worried that he’d cause unnecessary stress on the petite older man. “Hyung…” He whined lowly, complaining at the singer’s terrible ability to look after himself, “You should tell me!”
“No, it’s fine. Really. Let’s go.” Yesung said sending Donghae a warm smile that would usually dispel anybody’s worries. But the fish boy was still a little anxious. With Yesung tugging at their clasped hands expectantly, his resolution melted and he was immediately all bright and sunshine-like.
“Hyung…” Kyuhyun drawled out lowly, almost reprimanding him with his tone. But Yesung, the ever clueless singer, just took it as the younger being terribly hungry. He squeezed Kyuhyun’s hand with a reaffirming grip, leaning close to kiss him lightly on the cheek. He sputtered and blushed at the innocent show of affection, letting go of the elder’s hand in shock. “Hyung! Don’t do that!”
“If you don’t want me to kiss them then stop trying to make them look so cute.” Yesung chuckled as Donghae immediately pulled him towards the door, grinning that he could spend some quality time with his favourite Hyung. Lately they hadn’t had the time to hang out as they used to and Donghae honestly missed him. He was Yesung’s one and only jokkeumani. And that was never going to change. Ever. He could feel Kyuhyun’s possessive glare on his back but he really could care less. The evil little maknae had asked for food and Donghae was getting it! He was just going to bring Yesung along with him. “Well, I’m going to go now.” Yesung smiled as Kyuhyun’s expression remained thoroughly annoyed, almost as if someone had gone and stolen his laptop or something. “Aww, don’t pout like that Kyunnie.”
“But you’re mine, Hyung.” Kyuhyun mumbled lowly, Yesung tilting his head at the comment. Donghae and Eunhyuk almost snickered at the statement, definitely knowing much more than the older man. But they held it back when Kyuhyun stuck out his bottom lip in frustration at the lead baritone’s endless obliviousness.
“Kyuhyunnie?” But before he could get any sort of clarification to it, Donghae was already dragging him out the door chatting about something to do with cake and cotton candy and all kinds of sweet delights that he wanted to buy and hoard in the dorm. Yesung sent Kyuhyun a worrying glance for a second before he was already out the door, pulled by an insistent and amused Donghae.
As soon as the pair was out the door Kyuhyun let out the most exasperated sigh he had held in his entire life. Why the hell did he have to fall for the most lost individual on this planet? It made his life that much more frustrating. He’d probably already lost ten years of his life trying to hint at the most of obvious of things. Currently, he was just biding his time to find the perfect time to confess. Because it was more than clear that the older man wasn’t getting any of his signs.
“He’s not even yours, Kyuhyunnie.” Eunhyuk cheekily chided, sticking his tongue out at the younger boy. Kyuhyun clenched his fist and resisted an animalistic battle cry. He wanted to just tackle the blond dancer in a fit of rage and annoyance.
“Yes. He is. He’s mine. You and Hae-hyung better back off if you know what’s good for you.” Kyuhyun growled, almost looking like he would bare his non menacing teeth at him. Eunhyuk could’ve laughed but didn’t. He was currently in enough deep water with Kyuhyun. The younger boy had more than enough reason to exact revenge on, what with all the teasing he had been doing in the past ten minutes. “You’re lucky I don’t put pink hair dye in your shampoo for what you did.”
“Oh come on, Baby Kyu, I did nothing.” Eunhyuk said lifting an eyebrow, crossing his arms at the accusation. He was just trying to grasp his straws. Kyuhyun didn’t even need a reason to bully all his Hyungs. He just needed the ammunition and the plot and it was all set. And frankly, the maknae was almost completely unstoppable ninety per cent of the time.
“Yeah but Hae-hyung stole my Yesung-hyung. And you could’ve stopped him. I hope you know the consequences of your actions now.” Kyuhyun said smirking almost evilly before walking back to his room. Probably to play some Starcraft until his Yesung got home. And maybe he’d plot the huge revenge that he had Eunhyuk anticipating now. No one, and he means no one, should ever try and take what he had deemed his. Even if Yesung was clueless to his ownership, the other band members were not and should know their place when it came to touching the maknae’s possessions.
Oh dear, what had they gotten themselves into.
***
It was movie night at the Super Junior dorm as the band was, as usual, sprawled all over the place. Some were lying on the floor half-dead, others comfortably on the couch snuggling with the cushions and others in the kitchen preparing the popcorn and candy. It was thoroughly disorganised and yet so natural for them all. Everyone knew their place and knew where to go. They knew who would go fetch the DVD and who would clear the coffee table, who would flop on their back and who would prepare the snacks.
Lying on the couch, long lanky legs spread as far as possible, Kyuhyun stared up at the ceiling, a basically endless stream of complaints exiting his lips. It was kind of his job to get everyone to move faster and get the freaking disk into the TV so they could just get their fun night to begin. Of course, everyone just ignored him, due to his lazy butt being glued to their luxury cushions. But no one even questioned why the maknae didn’t move a single inch to help, they just carried on with their allocated task. Kyuhyun’s never ending whines were just a part of their ritual. Without it, it wouldn’t be complete. It wouldn’t be Super Junior’s movie night.
“Snacks are done!” Yesung exclaimed, holding two very full trays in his hands. They were stacked with bowls and plates of junk food, the kind that management would surely kill them for eating. But who cared? They danced for hours every day; they could afford the delicious splurge once in a while.
“Ooh! What we got this time, Hyung?” Donghae said as he jumped up from his spot on the floor, perking up immediately. He’d been staring at their vast collection of movies for a while and he really couldn’t make a choice. The idea of food was definitely lifting up his mood. Specifically movie night food. It was all so sweet and amazingly unhealthy. Donghae loved eating and his favourite was anything that could cause heart problems if eaten in excess.
“Well, we have gummy bears, sour lollies, salt and vinegar chips, vanilla ice cream, chocolate kisses, hard fruit candy, some lollipops and candy canes, and a huge bowl of random chocolates that I found in the cupboard.” Yesung said as he balanced very carefully, because he was terribly clumsy, placing them on the table that Heechul had just cleared before he went to go take a shower. “Wookie’s still popping the popcorn in his humongous pot.” Yesung said chuckling, remembering how the eternal maknae just couldn’t stand the idea of microwave popcorn and was currently in the kitchen doing his own homemade one. They all had to agree that was it was a million times better than any of the instant stuff.
“Save the gummy bears for me!” Eunhyuk said rushing into the living room, huge bottles of soft drinks and various fattening drinks hugged underneath his arms. He practically threw them on the table, running to the kitchen to get cups, whizzing around so he could call dibs on his beloved gummy bears as soon as possible. He called for Donghae to follow and help him carry all of the cups without dropping any and the fish boy dropped all DVD choices and followed his boyfriend’s request wordlessly, like a lost puppy dog.
“Argh, you took so long, Hyung!” Kyuhyun whined, sitting up and rubbing his eyes which had been staring at the ceiling light for much too long of a time. He grabbed the older male’s hips pulling him down to the plush couch, making him sit in the vacant spot where his head had once been. Once ensuring that Yesung was in the proper place, and would stay there, he laid down on his lay snuggling his head into the lead baritone’s slim thighs. “You took forever Hyung. Move faster next time.”
“Okay, maybe next time, just for our impatient baby.” Yesung said shaking his head, giving a light swat the maknae’s shoulder. He was getting so disrespectful these days. Not that he wasn’t always disrespectful. Just more so these days. Or maybe he was just getting more in touch with his inner child. The young boy had been forced to grow up after all. At the age where he was supposed to be having all fun and games and parties, he had rough schedules that could kill and intense amounts of stress. Maybe now that he had gotten more or less used to their ridiculously busy lives, he could relax a little and be the baby he really was. It wasn’t like his Hyung’s didn’t coddle him either way.
“Yah, Hyung, how many times do I have to tell you I’m not your baby?” Kyuhyun sighed, turning his head so he could look up to Yesung, pouting at him. Yesung just laughed, pinching his cheek with affection. “Aish…” Kyuhyun mumbled, quickly turning back to face the TV and puffing out his cheeks in frustration at his Hyung. Yesung just cooed at the younger’s quick temper that flared shortly, knowing that most of the anger was feigned, hidden by counterfeit annoyance. “Hyung. Feed me.” He looked up with indignation, opening his mouth, expecting a snack to fly in by itself. Or by Yesung’s baby fingers, preferably.
“W-What?” Yesung stuttered, blushing a pretty pink blush at the request. He grabbed the closest snack bowl to him, the one full of calorie inducing potato chips, shoving it into the maknae’s hands. “D-Do it yourself, Kyunnie.” He looked away to hide the growling flush, biting his lip to try and mask the large amount of embarrassment and rapid heart beating he was currently being subjected to.
“No. Hyung has to do it. I don’t wanna.” Kyuhyun said grumbling, trying to get the elder to take the bowl back and personally feed him. But Yesung refused to look at him, to even glance down at his adorable pout - which would surely make him melt and make him complete the task, even if it cost him a lot of rapid heart palpitations. “Yah!” He tried but Yesung remained with his head turned trying to ignore the dongsaeng whom he could never deny. “Hyung!” Still no response. He starting to get seriously impatient here. “Hyung! I want you to feed me!” And still, Yesung refused. Okay, time for some desperate measures. “You can’t get mad with what I do now, then.”
Kyuhyun placed the bowl of chips onto the carpeted floor, making sure not to make a mess. He sat up, starling Yesung a little, and pinned him to the couch, hands planted firmly on either side of the smaller male’s slim waist. Yesung yelped clearly when he felt one of those long, slim fingers sneak up his shirt and tickle at his side. He pushed at Kyuhyun’s shoulders, trying to get him away from his sensitive sides but his efforts were proved futile when the ministrations continued and both hands were tickling him mercilessly. He was uncontrollably giggling, his shirt ridden up above his lower abdomen, giving Kyuhyun free reign to tickle across his equally receptive stomach as well. There were tears of laughter gathering in his eyes, his baby cheeks flushing a bright crimson as he squealed from Kyuhyun’s fingers grazing a very sensitive spot near his belly button. Knowing that was probably his weakest spot, the maknae kept one hand there, teasing and torturing him to an endless extent, the other travelling up and down his sides. He couldn’t stop his mass spasms and ended up holding onto the younger’s biceps for support, instead of pushing him away. He squirmed and struggled and his breath became ragged as more and more giggles managed their way out, constant squeals escaping as well.
“S-Stop! K-Kyunnie! S-Stop, p-please!” Yesung said in between heavy laughs, yipping when Kyuhyun continued his assault. He desperately clung to the younger boy, trying not to pass out from all the torture Kyuhyun was subjecting him to. He was all giggles and he could barely breathe.
“I don’t really wanna. Unless you want to do something for me, like… I don’t know, feeding me?” Kyuhyun said nonchalantly, looking up to the ceiling as if he wasn’t literally tickling his Hyung to death. He knew he’d won, for sure. Yesung’s biggest weakness was his sensitivity. His sensitive hearing, his sensitive heart, his sensitive sides… It made making him agree to any request all the more easy.
“F-Fine! I-I’ll… I’ll do it!” Yesung yelled as low as he could, forcing as much air into his lungs to punctuate his sentence properly. Luckily, the tickling halted and he could briefly gain back his breath, puffing heavy gulps of air. His heart was racing and his face felt unbearably hot. And there was a familiar weight in his lap, a cheshire grin staring up at him and he felt the need to smack him on the chest. Kyuhyun feigned hurt, looking like a kicked puppy for a split second before reaching down to the glass bowl of chips that sat on the floor.
“You promised, Hyung. And if you back out now, I’ll do something worse than that.” Kyuhyun sing songed, at least allowing the older male to fix himself a little. He readjusted his shirt, which had ridden all the way up to his neck, wiping the sweat that had gathered around his hairline and neatening up his clearly messy hair. He took a deep breath, trying his best to collect himself once again.
And of course, the members always choose to come in at the most perfect of timings.
“I don’t meant to disturb you, Jongwoonie, but I need some help with the pillows.” Leeteuk said, chuckling knowingly to himself at their appearance. Kyuhyun looked triumphant and Yesung looking terribly defeated. He knew nothing could’ve possibly happened, but their more immature members could take it a completely different direction. He flashed the overly stuffed pillows in his arms, gesturing that there was more to bring in for the members that would sprawl on the floor later.
Yesung moved to get up but Kyuhyun immediately stopped him. Oh hell no. His Yesung was not moving now! He’d just gotten him right where he wanted him. He was infinitely stubborn and amazingly tenacious, he would not stand for displacing the smaller male. If he moved now, there was a chance he might get swayed by one of the other members and end up in some obscure corner far away from him, snuggling up to a different person. No. Way. Not happening.
Making sure the older man couldn’t move, he latched onto his waist, pushing his nose into Yesung’s well abused side - causing him to yelp instinctively. His torso was now hypersensitive thanks to the maknae’s torture earlier, any light touches were deemed obscenely ticklish. He tried to wiggle his way out of the tight grip but to no avail, squealing when Kyuhyun decided to testily nuzzle his nose into that spot by his naval.
“No! Hyung, find someone else! Yesung-hyung is mine. And he’s staying with me. Ask Siwon-hyung, he’s not doing anything but waiting for Hae-hyung to pick a movie.” Kyuhyun growled, squeezing on tighter to ensure his grip never wavered in the slightest. It was almost like he was daring Leeteuk to continue to request for the older man to move.
“Yah, Kyuhyunnie, stop being so spoilt. I have to go help Jungsu-hyung.” Yesung said as gently as he could, struggling in the adamant maknae’s tight grip. But Kyuhyun just pulled him closer and disallowed any further movement. His hands were firmly locked together behind the elder’s back, his body weight keeping Yesung effectively seated.
“You don’t get a say in this, Hyung.” Kyuhyun said simply, looking up, to glare crossly at him. Normally, it would be a rather scary look but to Yesung, who was more than accustomed to Kyuhyun’s face, it was just endearing. But that was beside the point! As cute as Kyuhyun was, Yesung could do what he wanted. And he wanted to help Leeteuk move some pillows.
“What? It’s my choice to do whatever I want! You can’t decide for me!”
“Yes I can. And I did. You’re not allowed to leave, Hyung. You’re being my pillow.”
“I can if I want to. Let go, Kyuhyunnie.”
“Jongwoon-ah, it’s ok. I’ll go ask Siwonnie. Don’t worry.” Leeteuk said with a dimpled smile, going off to search for the tall horse male to help him with his task. He could only chuckle at the cuteness of Kyuhyun as his way of getting what he wanted. Sometimes it was witty, sometimes it was clever and sometimes the things he did were just plain ridiculous. They were simple minded and straightforward - but they worked.
“You shouldn’t do this, Kyuhyunnie. Jungsu-hyung has been stressed lately, don’t add to it.” Yesung reprimanded somewhat seriously, swatting at him half heartedly. He knew of Leeteuk endless troubles with being the leader of such a large band. He did anything and everything to lessen the burden. Even if it was something as meager as helping move some cushions to the living room.
“It’s fine, Hyung. Siwon-hyung could probably lift more pillows than you anyway.” Kyuhyun said teasing, trying to lift the mood of Yesung, just a little. He looked a little sour after his adamant display of control, stopping him from helping out the band’s Umma. But it was to be expected! Yes, he was supposed to help the leader but he was also supposed to listen to the baby’s requests. “And you’re mine so you have to do what I say.” He readjusted his position, getting comfortable in Yesung’s lap once again. He got the chips again, handing it to the older male, grinning widely when Yesung pouted. “Now, feed me.”
“Why do you do it, Kyunnie?” Yesung said absent mindedly, feeding a small potato chip to Kyuhyun carefully. If he wasn’t cautious, he mind end up choking the younger boy. Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow at Yesung’s extremely vague question, chomping mindlessly on the snack. “Why do you say things like that?”
“What things do I say?” Kyuhyun asked as he was fed another salty treat, acting the role of the clueless maknae. But he really wasn’t. if things played out the way he thought they were heading, he might just get his chance to confess a hell of a lot earlier. And that might just take one huge burden off his shoulders. Shoving all his complicated feelings for the elder into a little bottle in his chest was rather tiring.
“Things like… Like that… That I-I’m yours…” Yesung stuttered, suddenly embarrassed by the words he was forcing out of his throat. He’d been wondering it for a while and he really never wanted to voice it. It was a very strange thing to bring up in the middle of conversation so now was a better than any. He was thankful for the solitude, but their aloneness wasn’t making the embarrassment of this whole situation any easier. He could feel his cheek overheating the very second he realised the exact words that he had just spoken.
“But you are mine, Hyung.” Kyuhyun said simply, his oozing cuteness as he cooed. He was practically playing a game. He was going to see how far he could push his Hyung before he snapped and spoke each and every detail with painful clarity. He knew what the petite male wanted and he was going deny him, a fun cat and mouse game, in which he was the undeniably smart mouse.
“T-That’s not what I mean, Kyunnie…” Yesung said looking side wards, avoiding Kyuhyun’s piercing gaze. It wasn’t even that intense, it just seemed when he looked up with those large caramel eyes, he could see through his soul and into the very depths of his heart where his biggest secret lay. He didn’t want the maknae to see that. No. Never. He wanted that little piece of information to stay locked up forever and never make an appearance. It would surely drive away the male that was currently laying in his lap, to whom the deep dark secret concerned.
“Then what do you mean, Hyung? I don’t get you.” Kyuhyun added playfully, enjoying the growing strawberry blush on the older male’s cheeks as he tried to form the right words. The maknae wasn’t about to let any sort of helpful information exit his mouth unless Yesung asked some very embarrassing, clear question to get it.
“D-Do you say those things… because… because you… you like… like me?” Yesung asked nervously, fidgeting now, the bowl of chips completely forgotten. He bit his bottom lip, turning redder than a cherry at the long silence. Well, at least for Yesung it was long. To a normal actually only a few short seconds passed. To the small male, hours - maybe even days - had gone by. “D-Don’t worry about it! I-I didn’t mean anything by that. I just…”
“If I told you I love you what would you let me do to you, Hyung?” Kyuhyun said, effectively cutting him off. Yesung’s eyes widened in pure shock as he tried to register those very words in his head - they weren’t really going anywhere, by the way. They were swirling in his head, mixing up and not making any sense at all. His mouth was gaping open and close, trying to form coherent words and sentences because right now, all that was coming to mind were meaningless letters. Kyuhyun just grinned, not waiting for the reply, because he was impatient like that, and reached up, grasping Yesung’s head firmly, making sure he couldn’t escape. “Would you let me kiss you like this?” Immediately he pulled the head of raven hair down, meeting him halfway and pressing a chaste, shameless, short kiss onto Yesung’s petal lips. He pulled away after a heart stopping second, almost laughing as Yesung remained awkwardly silent. “Or would you let me kiss you like this?”
This time he sat fully up, the older boy’s face still in his hands, pressing his lips against Yesung’s open ones. He held onto Yesung’s jaw firmly with one hand, the other sneaking to his shoulder, keeping him still. His tongue, just as sneaky and conniving as he was, snaked right into the smaller male’s mouth, as if it was his own. He explored and probed at his own pace, selfishly licking up every single corner to taste everything. Even when Yesung pushed at him for some gulps of air, he tickled the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, dancing leisurely with the other’s for a few strokes before pulling away.
The lead baritone was clearly breathless, both emotionally and physically. He tried to regain his breath to the best of his ability, panting, amazed at the bass singer’s spectacular kissing skills and astounding lung capacity. His lips trembled and he resisted the temptation to reach up and touch his probably cherry red lips. His heart was beating too fast to healthy, his face hot enough to cook an egg. Or three. Or four. Or a whole freaking breakfast for ten.
“Ooh! Kyunnie and Sungie sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Two very familiar voices sang happily. Kyuhyun, reluctantly, looked away from Yesung’s face, turning to glare at the monkey and fish pair. He began to curse Kibum to all hell for teaching the two of them that particular English rhyme. It was proving to be rather annoying and Kyuhyun was currently contemplating stuffing a pillow in either of their mouths.
“I told you Teukie-hyung! I told you Yesungie-hyung and Kyuhyun would be doing something inappropriate!” Eunhyuk squealed, shaking Leeteuk’s arm violently, trying to get his point across. All the leader could do was shake his head. He remembered that distinct thought in his head that these two would not be doing anything on the couch and yet here they were. Just moments ago they had watched two of their main singers kissing very intimately on the couch. Leeteuk was pretty sure he saw some tongue in that kiss, so technically they were making out.
“I-I… J-Jungsu-hyung, i-it’s not like…”
“So, you guys can clearly see who he belongs to now, right? Okay, good.” Kyuhyun’s smile couldn’t have gone wider; it could have split his face for all they knew. He turned back to the tomato red Hyung and kissed his cheek, throwing an arm around his shoulder, leaning his head on the other. “Hurry up, Hyung! Let’s watch the movie already!” Kyuhyun complained, making himself totally comfortable, using the older boy as his personal pillow with the way he was just lounging on him.
After getting over the initial shock of having another couple form in their group they all settled in the living room, turning the lights off as the movie went on. Everyone would either be munching on food, engrossed in the movie or paying deep amounts of attention to their significant other. So of course Kyuhyun was going to take this opportunity. It was too golden to miss.
“I mean it Yesungie-hyung. I love you.”
And with that he kissed Yesung’s neck, listening to the breathy, shy reply of ‘I love you too’. He grinned, against the flesh, running his lips along the porcelain white column. He couldn’t wait. By the end of the movie, this lovely neck would be covered in marks that selfishly screamed ‘Mine’.
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>>omake>>
A/N: Kill me now… this is so terrible I want to cry. What have I done? I hope my Unnie is happy now! You gave me some prompt of childish!Kyu and this is what I come up with! Don’t say I didn’t warn you of the crappiness. And I hope that was enough cotton candy fluff for you. I don’t even know what’s going on there. And there is no plot. I have no idea, what plot is there? The first whole part… I don’t even know why it’s there O.O
And I thought of an omake but I wanted to post this now so I’ll post the omake later.
Ciao! And… I like comments? <3 lots of love if you leave em, still got love if you read it J
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