FIC: Barely an Inch [challenge: fanfic] Promt 13
Title: Barely an Inch
Author: Jenny @ MrsEdjack
Genre: Romance, fluff, tiny bit of humour (if you squint)
Rating: PG - PG13
Prompt: 13. Not to be
A/N: My first Super Junior fic, my first KyuMin fic, therefore my first post. 8D So it might be - I dunno - a bit OOC.
He tries not to be.
He honestly, seriously tries, does everything in his power (no matter how limited said power might be) not to look, not to glance, not to be in love this way, but perhaps - perhaps he just doesn’t have that much power to begin with. Especially when it comes to willpower.
“Who are you looking at?” DongHae asks, and KyuHyun blinks to find the familiar face barely an inch away from his. His arms shooting out to push the other away, he turns in his seat and lies through his teeth.
“I’m not looking at anyone.” His eyes are rooted to the ground, avoiding those of DongHae’s, but although the older one can be called slightly spacey at times, he’s not stupid. He sees right through KyuHyun’s lies as if there were clear as glass, even without any eye contact whatsoever.
DongHae cocks his head to the side and observes him. Then -
“You’re lying,” he states, and there’s no room for argument with the tone he uses.
“How do you know?” Kyu bites back sourly, and even though none is betrayed by his face, he feels it, the panic that makes his heart thump insanely for a second because is it really that obvious? Does everyone know?
The other does not appear to notice. He snorts.
“It’s hard not to,” he says and continues, “You hide it quite well, but SungMin isn’t that good of an actor.” And with that, he waltzes out of the room, leaving KyuHyun open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
“Oh,” he mutters. Now that’s a turn of events.
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“KyuHyun-ah, would you mind helping me with the dishes?” LeeTeuk calls from the kitchen after dinner. KyuHyun gets up from the couch he has conquered together with YehSung (which is immediately seized by several enemies, these being KangIn and EunHyuk) and joins their band umma, sighing as he sees the big pile of things to be washed and dried and sorted - and then taking out again for midnight snacks. They stand in silence for a couple of minutes, until -
“So,” the older one pauses. “How are you?” There’s an awkward chuckle before KyuHyun replies,
“Fine, you?” because he has never quite understood the purpose of that question, what else is he supposed to answer? LeeTeuk ignores him.
“You should tell him, you know,” he says instead. “You’d be surprised”. KyuHyun narrows his eyes because, oh no, everyone really does know, and why hasn’t he been bullied out of the house by HeeChul-hyung yet? And while he’s asking questions, what is the second part supposed to mean?
“Some things are better left unsaid,” he replies frostily and is rewarded by LeeTeuk wacking a spoon (hard) on his head.
“I’ve raised you better than this!” he cries and KyuHyun is shocked for a moment before he starts laughing, realising that he hasn’t laughed like this for a while, and soon they’re both laughing like maniacs, clutching their stomachs, ignoring the raised eyebrows around them.
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It is late, late, late and he really should be asleep considering the pile of work scribbled into their calendar, but he can’t. Instead he lies in his bed and tries to gaze out at the moon and sparkly stars. It’s hard though, and he knows he won’t succeed, knows he is going to cave in, in the end. You don’t look at such things when you could be looking at things prettier; you don’t look at the swirly bits of colour in oily rain pits when there’s a rainbow over your head, one with all colours imaginable, and he really ought to stop thinking now because he’s becoming sappier by the minute.
KyuHyun shifts in his bed and finds himself face to face with a sleeping SungMin. He lies there for a few seconds, debating whether or not he ought to look the other way, but ends up with, nah, no one will catch him looking anyway.
His heartbeat is loud in his ears as he lies there studying the feminine face of his hyung. That is, until said hyung suddenly opens his eyes and stares back, giving KyuHyun a heart attack in the process.
KyuHyun thinks dully that this has happened before, the proximity, the ‘having another person’s face barely an inch away from his’ situation, but vaguely registers that his heart was certainly not stuck in his throat the last time (or maybe it was, but certainly not for the same reason).
“Why are you staring at me?” SungMin asks him in a whisper, hot breath fanning over his face, making him numb for a moment.
“I’m not,” he lies curtly and makes a move to shift over again, away from investigating, lie-detecting eyes and darned pouty, almost irresistible lips. He is stopped by a firm grip on his shoulder and the gentle pressure of soft lips on his. The surprise makes him gasp, and before he knows of it, a soft tongue is making its way into his mouth and KyuHyun is almost drowning in pleasure. He registers, in the back of his mind, a strangled groan that seems to come from SungMin’s throat and thinks, perhaps not having any willpower isn’t so bad in the end.
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A/N 2: Well - err - I'm kind of new to the whole Super Junior thing in general. -grins- So I'd appreciate it very much if anyone could tell me the dorm arrangements of Super Junior? along with their rooms and so on. ♥