Fanfic: Walk with Me in Hell - 9
Title: Walk with Me in Hell (Part 9)
Fandom: Super Junior RPF
Pairing: Siwon/Kyuhyun
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst
Word Count: ~2500
A/N: Posted because bl4ckm4lice made this fic ahwuahwhaewah
Kyuhyun’s POV for two chapters in a row, but I need to get this out first before returning to Siwon lol Chapter title is from a song by Arcade Fire, Crown Of Love.
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09. carving your name across my eyelids
“No fucking way.”
Siwon frowned. “We really have to do something with your mouth.”
“I don’t want a fucking bodyguard,” Kyuhyun snapped, ignoring the older man’s comment.
“And I will not give you one for such purposes.”
He scowled. “You know what I mean.”
“I hardly ever do,” Siwon replied dryly. “In any case, it’s already settled. Han Geng has arranged everything for you.”
Kyuhyun now directed his glare to the silent man who was standing unobtrusively by the television set. The look he got in return was expressionless; certainly far from intimidated.
“I don’t need a bodyguard,” he declared once more, this time to both men.
“Actually you do,” Siwon replied.
“Why?”
“Because it will take a lot off my mind.”
Kyuhyun glowered fiercely because, hell, Siwon was using the one card he could never say no to. Becoming a heavier burden to the older man than he already was topped the list of things Kyuhyun wanted least.
“There are credible grounds for threat,” Han Geng suddenly broke his silence, as if sensing an opening in Kyuhyun’s pause. “Nothing too serious, but better safe than sorry. Maybe you will have to tolerate some inconvenience in the future, but there is no reason why anybody else should know that you are under protection. We can be discreet.”
“Don’t you think that my being followed around by a big burly guy will take care of the discreet part?” Kyuhyun shot back darkly.
A faint smile came to Han Geng’s usually stoic face. “The good news is, one of our youngest personnel looks very young. In fact, he will have no trouble posing as a high school student.”
Kyuhyun stared at the man in horror. “You're kidding me.”
But of course he wasn’t. Kyuhyun found himself being introduced to Lee Sungmin one minute later-and had to admit (even if only to himself) that Han Geng hadn’t been exaggerating. The baby face and less-than-average height were only the beginning of the package, as he would soon discover.
“He will join your class as a transfer student,” Siwon said after they were done with introductions. “A new school year is just about to start, so it’s very convenient. And you don’t have to worry about people’s knowing.”
Kyuhyun still had at least a hundred objections in his pocket. “But he can’t possibly follow me around everywhere I go. Classmate or not, it’ll look weird and… well, creepy!”
Siwon’s lips twitched. “Actually, Sungmin here has come up with a very simple solution.”
Their eyes met again and the young man offered him a smile. Kyuhyun hated to admit it, but except for the suit-and-tie, Lee Sungmin fit the description of a high school student even better than most of his classmates.
“It’s just an idea of mine,” Sungmin explained, his tone modest. “I can play the part of a new transfer student who has a crush on you. Of course,” he added, now speaking to Siwon, “if it isn’t objectionable to you, sir.”
“Not for this purpose, no,” Siwon replied-and damn if that wasn’t a smile on his face. Kyuhyun crossed his arms and glared. The world was clearly ganging up on him.
“You’ve already discussed this between you all,” he accused, “so why bother asking me again?”
“Because,” Siwon answered, holding his gaze, “if you really don’t want this, then I will not force you.”
Kyuhyun really, really didn’t want it, but Siwon’s tone of voice was making it hard for him to refuse. And then there was also all the trouble they had gone into, only to make this arrangement possible for him.
“Do you really think this is necessary?” he finally asked with a sigh.
“I don't know,” Siwon replied honestly. “But the last thing I want is for something bad to happen to you, knowing that I could have done more. So for a little while at least, until things have calmed down a bit, I want to make sure that you are safe. Will you allow me to do it?”
Kyuhyun was sure that the heat rising to his cheeks had pretty much answered the question.
-
Introducing Sungmin to Changmin was a nightmare.
“I’m going to dump this soda on your stupid head if you don’t stop laughing in three seconds.”
The threat didn’t seem to have much effect on Changmin, who still had his face hidden in the fold of his arms, shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Kyuhyun cursed his soft-heartedness and could only fume in silence until his best friend deigned to stop laughing and lift his head.
“Hello, I'm Changmin,” he held his hand out to the third person at their table, still grinning like mad.
Sungmin returned it with a more subdued but no less friendly smile, and soon they were chatting away like they had been the best of buddies all their lives. The topic mostly revolved around their mutual friend and how to make fun of him-which made Kyuhyun want to throw his fries at them. He seriously began to regret his decision to introduce the two.
Still, it had never occurred to him not to tell his best friend about Sungmin. And so when Changmin had asked him-for probably the thousandth time-to meet him somewhere outside ("just for lunch, okay, it's not going to fucking kill you"), Kyuhyun decided that he might as well get both over with, once and for all-and definitely before the school started, which was in two days.
“So what’s he like to follow around?” Changmin was still talking gleefully. “A pain in the ass, right?”
“A total pain in the ass,” Sungmin agreed, complete with a solemn nod and an exaggerated sigh.
Kyuhyun made a face at them both. “If you two are done, I really want to get back to my StarCraft.”
“Let’s just hit the arcade today,” Changmin told him. “It’s been a long time. And now that you have a bodyguard, maybe you can finally score one win against me.”
Kyuhyun could feel his entire body go tense, although he tried his best to cover it. He hated the way Sungmin seemed to notice it anyway-eyebrows raised and shoulders squared. They hadn’t even known each other for a week now.
“I’m not really in the mood,” he muttered, looking away and pretending to take a sip from his soda.
“Oh, come on,” Changmin protested. “You can’t live under the rock the whole time.”
“It’s not that,” he said evasively, but Changmin wasn’t his best friend for nothing.
“Bullshit. I think it’s precisely that.”
Kyuhyun glared at the other boy, who met the challenge head on. “We're starting school again in two days,” Changmin continued, his tone matter-of-fact. “What are you going to do then? Hiding behind my back from start to finish? Or maybe clinging to your bodyguard here?”
Kyuhyun stood up abruptly. “I’m getting some ice cream,” he muttered, heading toward the counter and joining the short queue. He knew that it was either walking away or punching his friend in the face.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t understand where Changmin came from. They both hated cowardice; it was one of the reasons why they clicked with each other so well. This time, however, Kyuhyun found himself against a wall too high for him to climb.
And then something cold and wet hit his face.
-
He didn’t remember much of it, afterwards.
Kyuhyun remembered a group of boys-couldn’t be older than fourteen, five or six of them, fleeing toward the door. He remembered Changmin lunging at their retreating backs, his scream of rage echoing in the suddenly silent fast-food place. He remembered an arm wrapped around his shock-still body, gently but persistently steering him away from the staring eyes, but only recognised it much later as Sungmin’s.
They left in Changmin’s car. The drive back to his apartment was silent. Many, many times, Kyuhyun wanted to open his mouth but the words always fluttered out of his tongue’s reach just before he could utter them. From the backseat, he saw the way Changmin’s fingers were wrapped around the wheel, and almost laughed because he could already picture him on Monday, playing the part of an overprotective guard dog.
A rush of affection swept over him. He would’ve reached over and hugged the other boy, but his arms were wet and sticky from the drying soda and cream (and who knows what else there had been in that concoction). He couldn’t imagine Changmin liking it at all.
Which was why it surprised him very much to find himself engulfed in his best friend’s arms as soon as they had got out from the car.
“I'm sorry,” Changmin said, sounding helpless and angry and desperate, all at the same time.
Kyuhyun blinked and briefly wondered why his eyes felt warm all of a sudden. “For what?” he pushed the words past his lips, trying to sound as normal as possible.
Changmin didn’t answer; instead, he said, “I can stay.”
“No,” Kyuhyun muttered, shaking his head once. “Don’t worry. I’m okay.”
“Like hell you-”
“I want to play later,” he said again, the words muffled against Changmin’s shoulder. “Just meet me online, okay? I’ll be fine. I just want to be alone right now.”
Changmin’s arms tightened around him. “You’ll call me?”
“Yeah.” Kyuhyun raised his head and shot his friend a weak smile. It wasn’t a very convincing smile, but at least Changmin loosened his embrace.
“Listen,” the taller boy spoke again, his tone serious, “I don’t care what my parents think. You’ll contact me if something happens, you understand?”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “I’m not some weak helpless kid, Shim.”
“I don’t give a damn, Cho. You. Call. Me.”
“Fine,” Kyuhyun replied with a sigh, although he couldn’t quite suppress another brief smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
Changmin let him go with a squeeze to his upper arm, and then returned to the car. Kyuhyun didn’t miss the hard stare he shot at Sungmin’s direction as they turned toward the building's entrance.
The elevator ride upstairs to the penthouse was equally silent. Kyuhyun slipped into the bathroom as soon as he had unlocked the door. A hot shower, alone, was what he needed. He stood under the torrent of water for a long time, retreating into his head and letting his body do as it wished. He could barely feel the tears anyway.
The water had turned cold when he finally left the shower, wrapped in huge, fluffy towels that smelled like Siwon. To his displeasure, Sungmin was still there, sitting in the sofa in the living room and obviously waiting for him.
“I thought I stopped being your problem at the doorstep,” Kyuhyun muttered as he walked past into his bedroom. He grabbed a few pieces of random clothes from an unsorted pile on his bed and shrugged them on, all the while formulating plans to kick Sungmin out of the apartment in his head. When he turned around, however, the young man was already standing in front of the door.
“Let’s just say that no one has specified which doorstep that is,” Sungmin pointed out. His smile was small, hesitant, and it waned easily. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I should have seen-”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kyuhyun interrupted. He simply didn’t want to think anymore. “Just don’t tell anyone about this,” he added, almost pleaded. “Especially Siwon.”
“I will if he asks,” Sungmin said at once. “He’s the boss.”
Kyuhyun frowned. “Your job is to protect me, right?”
“Yes, but he’s the boss.”
“But you’re protecting me.”
“And he’s the one who pays me.”
Kyuhyun almost screamed, but did not. “Fine, I’ll make a deal with you,” he said through clenched teeth, sitting up straighter, and held Sungmin's gaze. “I promise that your life will be easier if you don’t tell anyone about all this. Because if you do, then I’ll make your job an absolute hell. I’ll run away. I’ll pick fights. I’ll cause problems. I’ll do many, many stupid things, you can count on it.”
Sungmin raised his eyebrows. “I’m a trained professional. Sure you can give me trouble, kid?”
“I know I’ll try my best,” Kyuhyun retorted, his voice hard. Sungmin was no longer smiling. They watched each other through narrowed eyes, neither wanting to back down.
In the end, it was Sungmin who broke away first and sighed.
“I won’t report this one,” he said, tone resigned. “But if it escalates into something worse, then I will. He deserves to know.”
Kyuhyun nodded tightly. Sungmin gave him one last pointed look and then retreated, closing the door behind him. Kyuhyun released the breath he had been holding. Now alone in the silent room, he could practically hear the thoughts swirling in his head, getting louder and louder. He jumped out of bed and sat in front of his laptop, and spent the next three hours gaming so he didn’t have to think.
Until there was a knock on his door.
Kyuhyun flew out of the chair, everything else immediately forgotten, and found Siwon standing in front of his door, smiling at him. Balanced on his right hand was a large box of pizza-and on top of it, a large carton of chocolate fudge ice cream.
“Hungry?”
Kyuhyun suddenly felt like crying. He had to literally clench his teeth and ball his hands into fists to stop himself from embracing the older man. Still, something must have shown in his face; Siwon’s smile gained an edge of concern and his free hand rose to touch the side of Kyuhyun’s chin.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Kyuhyun quickly shook his head and took the pizza box from Siwon’s hand before escaping toward the kitchen. It was only later, when they had settled in the couch with a movie playing in the large TV, half of the pizza already gone, that Kyuhyun let himself touch the older man-even if it was only under the pretext of feeding him ice cream.
“Oh come on, you’re not going to get fat just because of a few spoons of ice cream.”
“You are not going to get fat because of a few spoons of ice cream-and what we’re eating is nowhere near few, by the way. I’m not nearly as lucky.”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “Stop being such a health freak for one night.”
“Already did,” Siwon pointed out, glancing at the leftover pizza.
“Just one more.” Kyuhyun raised another spoonful, a full mound filled with chocolate-y goodness. “For me?”
Siwon snorted but finally opened his mouth, a grin threatening around the edges. Kyuhyun smiled triumphantly, but before he could set the near-empty carton down on the coffee table, Siwon had already pulled him into his arms.
“Now be quiet and watch the movie.”
Kyuhyun obeyed-mostly because he suddenly felt weak, all his pretences crumbling down fast. As he pressed one cheek against the warmth of Siwon’s shoulder, eyes blurring a little, he knew that he didn’t care. They could throw anything to his face and he wouldn’t care. They could call him whatever names they wanted, accuse him of every filthy things they thought he had done-but for the moment, he just wanted to stay here, like this, with this man.
Because only when Siwon held him like this that he felt truly alive.
End
Note: Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think ^^
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Fandom: Super Junior RPF
Pairing: Siwon/Kyuhyun
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst
Word Count: ~2500
A/N: Posted because bl4ckm4lice made this fic ahwuahwhaewah
Kyuhyun’s POV for two chapters in a row, but I need to get this out first before returning to Siwon lol Chapter title is from a song by Arcade Fire, Crown Of Love.
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09. carving your name across my eyelids
“No fucking way.”
Siwon frowned. “We really have to do something with your mouth.”
“I don’t want a fucking bodyguard,” Kyuhyun snapped, ignoring the older man’s comment.
“And I will not give you one for such purposes.”
He scowled. “You know what I mean.”
“I hardly ever do,” Siwon replied dryly. “In any case, it’s already settled. Han Geng has arranged everything for you.”
Kyuhyun now directed his glare to the silent man who was standing unobtrusively by the television set. The look he got in return was expressionless; certainly far from intimidated.
“I don’t need a bodyguard,” he declared once more, this time to both men.
“Actually you do,” Siwon replied.
“Why?”
“Because it will take a lot off my mind.”
Kyuhyun glowered fiercely because, hell, Siwon was using the one card he could never say no to. Becoming a heavier burden to the older man than he already was topped the list of things Kyuhyun wanted least.
“There are credible grounds for threat,” Han Geng suddenly broke his silence, as if sensing an opening in Kyuhyun’s pause. “Nothing too serious, but better safe than sorry. Maybe you will have to tolerate some inconvenience in the future, but there is no reason why anybody else should know that you are under protection. We can be discreet.”
“Don’t you think that my being followed around by a big burly guy will take care of the discreet part?” Kyuhyun shot back darkly.
A faint smile came to Han Geng’s usually stoic face. “The good news is, one of our youngest personnel looks very young. In fact, he will have no trouble posing as a high school student.”
Kyuhyun stared at the man in horror. “You're kidding me.”
But of course he wasn’t. Kyuhyun found himself being introduced to Lee Sungmin one minute later-and had to admit (even if only to himself) that Han Geng hadn’t been exaggerating. The baby face and less-than-average height were only the beginning of the package, as he would soon discover.
“He will join your class as a transfer student,” Siwon said after they were done with introductions. “A new school year is just about to start, so it’s very convenient. And you don’t have to worry about people’s knowing.”
Kyuhyun still had at least a hundred objections in his pocket. “But he can’t possibly follow me around everywhere I go. Classmate or not, it’ll look weird and… well, creepy!”
Siwon’s lips twitched. “Actually, Sungmin here has come up with a very simple solution.”
Their eyes met again and the young man offered him a smile. Kyuhyun hated to admit it, but except for the suit-and-tie, Lee Sungmin fit the description of a high school student even better than most of his classmates.
“It’s just an idea of mine,” Sungmin explained, his tone modest. “I can play the part of a new transfer student who has a crush on you. Of course,” he added, now speaking to Siwon, “if it isn’t objectionable to you, sir.”
“Not for this purpose, no,” Siwon replied-and damn if that wasn’t a smile on his face. Kyuhyun crossed his arms and glared. The world was clearly ganging up on him.
“You’ve already discussed this between you all,” he accused, “so why bother asking me again?”
“Because,” Siwon answered, holding his gaze, “if you really don’t want this, then I will not force you.”
Kyuhyun really, really didn’t want it, but Siwon’s tone of voice was making it hard for him to refuse. And then there was also all the trouble they had gone into, only to make this arrangement possible for him.
“Do you really think this is necessary?” he finally asked with a sigh.
“I don't know,” Siwon replied honestly. “But the last thing I want is for something bad to happen to you, knowing that I could have done more. So for a little while at least, until things have calmed down a bit, I want to make sure that you are safe. Will you allow me to do it?”
Kyuhyun was sure that the heat rising to his cheeks had pretty much answered the question.
-
Introducing Sungmin to Changmin was a nightmare.
“I’m going to dump this soda on your stupid head if you don’t stop laughing in three seconds.”
The threat didn’t seem to have much effect on Changmin, who still had his face hidden in the fold of his arms, shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Kyuhyun cursed his soft-heartedness and could only fume in silence until his best friend deigned to stop laughing and lift his head.
“Hello, I'm Changmin,” he held his hand out to the third person at their table, still grinning like mad.
Sungmin returned it with a more subdued but no less friendly smile, and soon they were chatting away like they had been the best of buddies all their lives. The topic mostly revolved around their mutual friend and how to make fun of him-which made Kyuhyun want to throw his fries at them. He seriously began to regret his decision to introduce the two.
Still, it had never occurred to him not to tell his best friend about Sungmin. And so when Changmin had asked him-for probably the thousandth time-to meet him somewhere outside ("just for lunch, okay, it's not going to fucking kill you"), Kyuhyun decided that he might as well get both over with, once and for all-and definitely before the school started, which was in two days.
“So what’s he like to follow around?” Changmin was still talking gleefully. “A pain in the ass, right?”
“A total pain in the ass,” Sungmin agreed, complete with a solemn nod and an exaggerated sigh.
Kyuhyun made a face at them both. “If you two are done, I really want to get back to my StarCraft.”
“Let’s just hit the arcade today,” Changmin told him. “It’s been a long time. And now that you have a bodyguard, maybe you can finally score one win against me.”
Kyuhyun could feel his entire body go tense, although he tried his best to cover it. He hated the way Sungmin seemed to notice it anyway-eyebrows raised and shoulders squared. They hadn’t even known each other for a week now.
“I’m not really in the mood,” he muttered, looking away and pretending to take a sip from his soda.
“Oh, come on,” Changmin protested. “You can’t live under the rock the whole time.”
“It’s not that,” he said evasively, but Changmin wasn’t his best friend for nothing.
“Bullshit. I think it’s precisely that.”
Kyuhyun glared at the other boy, who met the challenge head on. “We're starting school again in two days,” Changmin continued, his tone matter-of-fact. “What are you going to do then? Hiding behind my back from start to finish? Or maybe clinging to your bodyguard here?”
Kyuhyun stood up abruptly. “I’m getting some ice cream,” he muttered, heading toward the counter and joining the short queue. He knew that it was either walking away or punching his friend in the face.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t understand where Changmin came from. They both hated cowardice; it was one of the reasons why they clicked with each other so well. This time, however, Kyuhyun found himself against a wall too high for him to climb.
And then something cold and wet hit his face.
-
He didn’t remember much of it, afterwards.
Kyuhyun remembered a group of boys-couldn’t be older than fourteen, five or six of them, fleeing toward the door. He remembered Changmin lunging at their retreating backs, his scream of rage echoing in the suddenly silent fast-food place. He remembered an arm wrapped around his shock-still body, gently but persistently steering him away from the staring eyes, but only recognised it much later as Sungmin’s.
They left in Changmin’s car. The drive back to his apartment was silent. Many, many times, Kyuhyun wanted to open his mouth but the words always fluttered out of his tongue’s reach just before he could utter them. From the backseat, he saw the way Changmin’s fingers were wrapped around the wheel, and almost laughed because he could already picture him on Monday, playing the part of an overprotective guard dog.
A rush of affection swept over him. He would’ve reached over and hugged the other boy, but his arms were wet and sticky from the drying soda and cream (and who knows what else there had been in that concoction). He couldn’t imagine Changmin liking it at all.
Which was why it surprised him very much to find himself engulfed in his best friend’s arms as soon as they had got out from the car.
“I'm sorry,” Changmin said, sounding helpless and angry and desperate, all at the same time.
Kyuhyun blinked and briefly wondered why his eyes felt warm all of a sudden. “For what?” he pushed the words past his lips, trying to sound as normal as possible.
Changmin didn’t answer; instead, he said, “I can stay.”
“No,” Kyuhyun muttered, shaking his head once. “Don’t worry. I’m okay.”
“Like hell you-”
“I want to play later,” he said again, the words muffled against Changmin’s shoulder. “Just meet me online, okay? I’ll be fine. I just want to be alone right now.”
Changmin’s arms tightened around him. “You’ll call me?”
“Yeah.” Kyuhyun raised his head and shot his friend a weak smile. It wasn’t a very convincing smile, but at least Changmin loosened his embrace.
“Listen,” the taller boy spoke again, his tone serious, “I don’t care what my parents think. You’ll contact me if something happens, you understand?”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “I’m not some weak helpless kid, Shim.”
“I don’t give a damn, Cho. You. Call. Me.”
“Fine,” Kyuhyun replied with a sigh, although he couldn’t quite suppress another brief smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
Changmin let him go with a squeeze to his upper arm, and then returned to the car. Kyuhyun didn’t miss the hard stare he shot at Sungmin’s direction as they turned toward the building's entrance.
The elevator ride upstairs to the penthouse was equally silent. Kyuhyun slipped into the bathroom as soon as he had unlocked the door. A hot shower, alone, was what he needed. He stood under the torrent of water for a long time, retreating into his head and letting his body do as it wished. He could barely feel the tears anyway.
The water had turned cold when he finally left the shower, wrapped in huge, fluffy towels that smelled like Siwon. To his displeasure, Sungmin was still there, sitting in the sofa in the living room and obviously waiting for him.
“I thought I stopped being your problem at the doorstep,” Kyuhyun muttered as he walked past into his bedroom. He grabbed a few pieces of random clothes from an unsorted pile on his bed and shrugged them on, all the while formulating plans to kick Sungmin out of the apartment in his head. When he turned around, however, the young man was already standing in front of the door.
“Let’s just say that no one has specified which doorstep that is,” Sungmin pointed out. His smile was small, hesitant, and it waned easily. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I should have seen-”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kyuhyun interrupted. He simply didn’t want to think anymore. “Just don’t tell anyone about this,” he added, almost pleaded. “Especially Siwon.”
“I will if he asks,” Sungmin said at once. “He’s the boss.”
Kyuhyun frowned. “Your job is to protect me, right?”
“Yes, but he’s the boss.”
“But you’re protecting me.”
“And he’s the one who pays me.”
Kyuhyun almost screamed, but did not. “Fine, I’ll make a deal with you,” he said through clenched teeth, sitting up straighter, and held Sungmin's gaze. “I promise that your life will be easier if you don’t tell anyone about all this. Because if you do, then I’ll make your job an absolute hell. I’ll run away. I’ll pick fights. I’ll cause problems. I’ll do many, many stupid things, you can count on it.”
Sungmin raised his eyebrows. “I’m a trained professional. Sure you can give me trouble, kid?”
“I know I’ll try my best,” Kyuhyun retorted, his voice hard. Sungmin was no longer smiling. They watched each other through narrowed eyes, neither wanting to back down.
In the end, it was Sungmin who broke away first and sighed.
“I won’t report this one,” he said, tone resigned. “But if it escalates into something worse, then I will. He deserves to know.”
Kyuhyun nodded tightly. Sungmin gave him one last pointed look and then retreated, closing the door behind him. Kyuhyun released the breath he had been holding. Now alone in the silent room, he could practically hear the thoughts swirling in his head, getting louder and louder. He jumped out of bed and sat in front of his laptop, and spent the next three hours gaming so he didn’t have to think.
Until there was a knock on his door.
Kyuhyun flew out of the chair, everything else immediately forgotten, and found Siwon standing in front of his door, smiling at him. Balanced on his right hand was a large box of pizza-and on top of it, a large carton of chocolate fudge ice cream.
“Hungry?”
Kyuhyun suddenly felt like crying. He had to literally clench his teeth and ball his hands into fists to stop himself from embracing the older man. Still, something must have shown in his face; Siwon’s smile gained an edge of concern and his free hand rose to touch the side of Kyuhyun’s chin.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Kyuhyun quickly shook his head and took the pizza box from Siwon’s hand before escaping toward the kitchen. It was only later, when they had settled in the couch with a movie playing in the large TV, half of the pizza already gone, that Kyuhyun let himself touch the older man-even if it was only under the pretext of feeding him ice cream.
“Oh come on, you’re not going to get fat just because of a few spoons of ice cream.”
“You are not going to get fat because of a few spoons of ice cream-and what we’re eating is nowhere near few, by the way. I’m not nearly as lucky.”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “Stop being such a health freak for one night.”
“Already did,” Siwon pointed out, glancing at the leftover pizza.
“Just one more.” Kyuhyun raised another spoonful, a full mound filled with chocolate-y goodness. “For me?”
Siwon snorted but finally opened his mouth, a grin threatening around the edges. Kyuhyun smiled triumphantly, but before he could set the near-empty carton down on the coffee table, Siwon had already pulled him into his arms.
“Now be quiet and watch the movie.”
Kyuhyun obeyed-mostly because he suddenly felt weak, all his pretences crumbling down fast. As he pressed one cheek against the warmth of Siwon’s shoulder, eyes blurring a little, he knew that he didn’t care. They could throw anything to his face and he wouldn’t care. They could call him whatever names they wanted, accuse him of every filthy things they thought he had done-but for the moment, he just wanted to stay here, like this, with this man.
Because only when Siwon held him like this that he felt truly alive.
End
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