lights go on again: prologue
in this chapter: KiHyuk, BloMin, BloHyuk|
mywookness and
cinqnuitsrouges | chaptered | r
a tale of love, jealousy, heated kisses, disputes and new found love.
Kibum's face felt hot as he was pressed up against a wall, his forearms raised on both sides of his head. A voice whispered in his ear. It was dark and ferocious, shaking Kibum's bones as he tried to wiggle free from the man's hold. "Listen to me, Kibum-ah," he asked. But the voice kept changing. The face kept changing in front of him. It didn't look like Siwon or Hankyung or Heechul, the people he loved, the people he knew so well. It didn't look like the people he was safe with, that he would allow to hold him like that. His face wet with tears as he tried to turn away from the man's begging. "Kibum-ah, Kibum-ah, please listen to me."
"I don't know you! Get away from me!" Kibum spits, glaring at his attacker disgustedly. "Get your hands off me right now! If you don't, I'll get Siwon or Hankyung to attack you! And, and you'll be sorry!" He felt like a little child, wiggling in the man's arms, his nails digging into his wrists painfully.
He's been so alone these days. He hasn't had a pair of lips on his for so long that he almost wants the man to kiss him. He wants to have the man touch him in the places he hadn't been touched in for so long, to whimper to the man's touches and bite into his shoulder. He sighs, and pulls his hands off of Kibum's arms. "I'm sorry-I though that since they went to China, that you were lonely.. And when I saw you running, I got worried.." He rubs the back of his head. Rain starts falling in the tight alleyway.
Kibum sighs and leans against the wall. "I have been lonely.. Hankyung and Siwon just.. left.. a-and Heechul's in too thick now that I can't even worry for him anymore because I know something bad will happen. And Kyuhyun and Mimi.. they've been gone for so long n-" he slides down the wall, and starts crying, holding his head between his knees. The man crouches down beside him, running a hand through the wet hair.
"It's okay - I'll help you out of this," he says, lifting Kibum's head from his soaking jeans. "I'm Hyukjae - I want to be your friend."
And the smile that he gives Kibum shines through the alleyway: the lights come on again.
- -
Tablo grabbed the hilt of his gun, quick to point it at Sungmin and sneer. "What the hell do you want, Sungmin?" The ravenette smirked, slowly walking towards him and running his finger down Tablo's cheek, the nail ripping at Tablo's skin. "You wouldn't really kiss me, would you? If you did, I would be so disappointed," his vixen-like voice pulls him in, and slowly he drops his phone. Sungmin smirks, taking the gun away from his hands and planting a passionate kiss on his lips, placing the gun down on the table so that both of his hands can go up to his face, smiling as Tablo lifts him up and pushes him against a wall. Sungmin's legs wrap around his torso automatically.
"Hey!" Ryeowook burst into the room, pulling Tablo off Sungmin. "What a man you are, Sungmin! Has Hyukjae stopped pleasuring you or something?" Sungmin glares at him. "You cheat on him behind your back, with Tablo no less, who you know full well that you dated when they were dating! Stop this immediately - I will have no more ruining this household." Tablo calms down, crashing into his chair and running his hands through his black hair. "He's been gone so long - Hyukjae. He said he was going to find someone, someone that he needed to find... But he hasn't been back home since Tuesday."
"That's four days," Sungmin noticed, leaning against the wall he had been pushed against just a few moments ago.
"Yes, thank you for the obvious." Ryeowook rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. He sighed. "I know Hyukjae, if he needs to find someone, he needs to find someone. He'll be back soon." He glared towards Sungmin before throwing Tablo a disapproving look. "I have to go finish some work before I go to the shop, I hope you two aren't planning anymore intercourse in the next few hours." He walked out of the room, his boots clicking against the wooden floor.
Tablo sighed and glanced towards the door, "He better be home soon."
--
end.
a/n (wook): we.. have most of this 'thought up'. Fivie will probably be writing most of this, she has less on her plate. Second, this is my first time writing Tablo, even if I am a high skool, so this was a little awkward, but I hope he fits the idea of him in the story.
a/n (cinq): I do hope you enjoy this! I won't be using the comm much, except for updating 'lights go on again'. love?