001, 006, 017
Title: Freefall
Prompt: 001, Freefall
Pairing: Kangin / Leeteuk
Rating: PG
Standing over the edge, your hips fit perfectly in his hands. It’s a long way down from here, you can’t look. You can feel his steady heart beating against your back; your own pulse pushes against the steel rails that you just can’t let go of.
“Open your eyes.” He whispers in your ear. “Fall.”
You swallow hard. Who do you trust more, him or yourself? “You jump, I jump, right?”
His hands slide down a bit further along your sides and your toes curl over the edge. You try to say something but the words just don’t want to come out. His chin rests gently on your shoulder and you feel his hot breath against your neck.
“We’ll always be together.” He says, “You are my soul.”
He takes hold of your hands and you let go, letting his thumbs sit snugly in your palms as he stretches out your arms, moving his head for just a moment to place a tender kiss on the back of your neck.
A tear falls and you bite your lip. Be strong, be strong.
You can feel his smile shining behind you and it gives you one last gleam of hope.
He comes closer to your ear again, “You’re free now. Go.”
There’s no turning back.
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Title: Soldier A & B
Prompt: 006, burn
Pairing: Heechul/Yesung
Rating: R
As Jongwoon walks, the countryside burns, and as Heechul runs his fingers down his sides, he burns inside.
Smoke fills the air during the day; and sparks leap from flame to flame. Jongwoon tells himself it’s not his fault.
“Oh,” Hechul says, “whose could it be then?” ,and he is deep, deep inside Jongwoon when he says this. His words sear him from the inside. Physical wounds heal, but his-soul-won’t.
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“An invasion,” Heechul snaps. “What will you do about it?”
Jongwoon closes his eyes. “We kill them. Of course.
“It’ll be over and done before you know it, then,” Heechul says. He gathers his papers and turns to leave. He doesn’t smile.
Later that night, Heechul slips into Jongwoon’s bed quietly. Screams fill the air, and Heechul runs his hands down Jongwoon’s sides.
“Don’t worry about them,” he whispers. “Just focus on me.”
And Yesung does. Will. Has done, for the past…oh, since when the war started. He can’t remember. It’s been too long. And really, he doesn’t care.
Not anymore.
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"Why?” Heechul asks him one day. “Why do you let this go on?”
“What?” Jongwoon asks. He looks down at his drink. “You mean my coffee?”
Heechul sighs, frustrated. “No. No. Not that. This, “ he says, and leans over and kisses him. “Your-“ and another- “heart isn’t-“ again- “in it.” He sits back, frustrated.
“What heart?” he asks rhetorically. “I don’t have one.”
“Yes,” Heechul says. “Yes, you do. I know you do. I’ve heard it.”
“I haven’t,” Jongwoon argues. “And isn’t it mine in the first place?”
“You’ve never heard of your heart belonging to someone?”
“Maybe I gave it away already. A long time ago,” Jongwoon says.
“And?” Heechul asks.
“And maybe I never got it back.” He drinks his coffee. “Your report’s due tomorrow.”
Heechul curses.
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“General.”
Jongwoon turns.
“What is it?”
The soldier looks down at his feet. “Um.” He mumbles something.
“Speak up!” Jongwoon orders. “You’ll never get promoted that way.”
“We have two prisoners,” the soldier says hesitantly. “They just surrendered today.”
“What about them?” Jongwoon asks. He does have a call to make.
“They want an audience with you,” he says quietly.
Jongwoon frowns. “Tell them to see the Lieutenant-general.”
“They refuse to see anyone but you. The Lieutenant-general was completely ignored…”
Jongwoon sighs. “Five minutes. Tell them I’ll be there for five minutes.” The soldier hurries off. He takes his time.
Heechul meets him at the door. “Those pretentious sons of a bitch are being bastards,” he says. He’s pissed off, Jongwoon can tell. “I told them you shouldn’t be disturbed, but no, that coward over there-“ the soldier flinches- “just had to go and find you. Fucker.”
“Calm down, Heechul,” Jongwoon says. “It’s alright. They can wait for that call.”
Heechul sighs. “Alright, alright. Go go go. And then come back, or something. You have work.”
He enters. “What do you want?” he asks coldly (there’s no capacity for warmth. And his feet are cold.)
“We beg of you-“ one soldier starts.
“Just give it to me straight,” Jongwoon interrupts.
“Stop killing,” the other says blunty.
“Why should I?”
“You are killing-not only us, who have volunteered. But our familes. Our parents. Our siblings. Our children.”
“Please understand,” the first one adds. “Please. Please.”
Jongwoon turns. “Family,” he says, “is overrated. Good day.” He leaves. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Have them killed,” he says quietly to Heechul outside.
“But-“
“Just do it,” he commands. “They don’t deserve to live.”
He walks off, and refuses to think of the irony of his words.
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“Your aim,” Heechul tells him one day, “sucks.”
“I can hit things if I wanted to,” Jongwoon says. He reloads and shoots a few more times. “This is my left hand.”
“I know,” Heechul replies. “But your aim still sucks.”
“That’s what practice is for,” Jongwoon says.
Heechul sighs. “You are like,” he pauses, “a fucking killing machine.”
“A what?” Jongwoon asks. He takes off the ear muffs and stops shooting.
“A fucking killing machine. Not a fucking, killing machine.”
“Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"
“Should I care which way you do?” Heechul retorts.
“Be careful, Lieutenant-general. You could get demoted.”
“It’s not like they have anyone to replace me,” Heechul says confidently.
“Someone can always be trained,” Jongwoon says matter-of-factly.
“It would take too long. And they need me.”
“You’re right,” Jongwoon says neutrally.
“Are you glad to have me here?” Heechul asks, peering at Jongwoon curiously.
“I guess,” Jongwoon says.
“Good enough for me,” Heechul says. He grins
Jongwoon sighs, but he doesn’t reprimand him.
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“You never say anything,” Heechul murmurs. He hovers over Yesung’s body, and presses kisses gently to the smooth skin beneath him. “Tell me. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. Tell me what I’m doing right. Tell me what you love. Tell me what you hate.”
“I don’t care what you do,” Jongwoon says. He stares past Heechul. “Do whatever you want to,” he tells his lieutenant.
Heechul hesitates. “I feel bad. Taking advantage of you and everything.”
“I don’t mind,” Jongwoon murmurs. “Go ahead.”
“Someday,” Heechul says as he bends down.
“Someday what?” Jongwoon asks. His breathe catches as Heechul’s fingers brush his hips, pressing down firmly.
“Someday I’ll get you to tell me what you want.” He tugs on Jongwoon’s hair lightly.
“Just-touch me.” He arches up and into Heechul’s body, sighing as Heechul bites down on his neck.
“Is that really what you want?” Heechul asks. “That’s it?”
“I can feel,” he breathes. “I can feel when you touch me.”
“What are you talking about?” Heechul draws back. “What do you mean?
“It-burns.” He closes his eyes. “But it’s better than nothing.”
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“Good morning,” Heechul says.
“Good morning,” Jongwoon replies. His eyes are blank.
Heechul sighs. “And we made so much progress,” he says really quietly. “How disappointing.”
“Lieutenant-general,” Jongwoon says. “Don’t complain about trivial things.”
Heechul pokes him in the chest. “Your mental health isn’t trivial.
“In the big picture it is.” He pushes away Heechul’s hand. “Get to work.”
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“What?!” Jongwoon slams his fist down onto the table. “You have got to be joking.” There’s a pause. “No-really. A ceasefire? Now?! We almost have Amistarr!” He takes a deep breath. “Yes,” he says flatly. “I understand.” He hangs up.
“What’s the matter?” Heechul asks softly from the doorway.
“The battle’s over,” Jongwoon tells him. “It’s over. Done.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“I-“ Jongwoon starts. He stops. “Heechul,” he says. And the word is foreign on his tongue but nice in his ears. “Heechul,” he repeats, “I don’t know. I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you mean?” Heechul asks, concerned.
“I don’t know how to-live. I don’t know how to, to, just be. This was-is-my life. I don’t know what I’m going to do afterwards.”
“You can still work for the Armed Forces. A desk job,” Heechul says soothingly. “They won’t mind.”
“I couldn’t. You said it yourself-I’m a machine. I couldn’t, I really couldn’t,” Jongwoon says frantically. He grips Heechul’s shoulders, too afraid to let go.
“Restart yourself then,” Heechul says. “You’ll find a way.”
“I don’t know if I can,” Jongwoon says. He bends his head, resting it on Heechul’s chest.
“I know you can,” Heechul reassures him.
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“I’m getting transferred to Entyrum,” Heechul tells him at the airport the next day. “They have uprisings there, and General Choi needs help.”
"Congratulations," Jongwoon says. He isn't bitter.
“Where will you be going?” Heechul asks him.
“I don’t know.”
“Here.” He presses a set of keys into Jongwoon’s hand. “That’s the key to my apartment. The one with the red rubber thing on it. I’m not going to be home for a while-“ Entyrum is on the other side of the world- “so you can live there until I come back.”
“And once you do?” Jongwoon asks.
“You can still stay.” Heechul smiles at him. “For a general, you’re kind of helpless.”
“Thanks,” Jongwoon says. “And I know. I know I am.”
“It’s alright. You’ll find something.” Heechul turns, wheeling his suitcase behind him.
“By the way,” he calls back to Jongwoon. “If you still don’t have your heart back, you can have mine.”
“What? I-“
“It’s large enough for the both of us.” He walks off.
Jongwoon smiles. “Thank you for everything,” he says to Heechul’s back.
Heechul stops. “It was nothing,” he replies.
“So this is goodbye, then?”
“I guess it is.” He looks over at Jongwoon. “Good luck.”
“You too. You too."
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Title: Accidents
Prompt: 017, Accidents
Pairing: Ryeowook/Ryeowook
Rating: R
Ryeowook has no luck whatsoever when it comes to spending a little quality time by himself, just him and his hand. It seems that almost everyone has walked in on him, caught him, averted their eyes but not really averted-he’s much bigger than people would think from his usual shyness. Maybe he should just give up.
No, he couldn’t do that.
Wanking is the one thing that relaxes Ryeowook more than anything else after a long day (or a short day, that’s fine, too) and he can’t go without it, no matter how many times his hyungs manage to catch him at exactly the wrong time.
It’s not like he isn’t trying to hide it. He’s managed to come up with more than a few seemingly good hiding spots. And hell, it’s not like he’s never walked in on them before. There’s always that burning memory in the back of his mind of when he was back in Korea and one night (he just wanted to ask for some fuzzy socks for his cold feet, that was it) he walked in on Kyuhyun giving Sungmin what looked like the most sensuous blowjob of his life. But when he found out he’d be going to China with Super Junior-M he thought that maybe he’d get more privacy and time to himself.
He was wrong.
His room and the shower were off-limits completely. He shared a room with Henry; no privacy, no chance in hell. The shower was a danger zone. Sometimes people come into the bathroom and you can’t even hear them over the sound of the faucet. But they can hear you, that’s for certain.
One day (a few months ago, really) Ryeowook was searching for his couch pillow. It was pink and fluffy and Sungmin had given it to him as a reminder of their friendship. And he couldn’t find it.
Where the fuck is this damn pillow?
After searching around the living room, his bedroom, Kyuhyun’s bedroom, the kitchen, the garbage, asking his bandmates, and almost crying in a fit of rage, he found it hiding behind the couch.
It gave him an idea.
Unfortunately, he was too scared to ever try it out (well really, he did, he just couldn’t fully commit to it) and gave up on finding places around the house for a while.
His need for release grew as the days went on and still he couldn’t find a proper place. Some days, he’d lose all willpower and go for a quickie under his bed, but that one day when Henry had found him (I’m sorry, Ryeowookie-hyung! I’m just going to go wash my eyes out with soap now…) had stopped that once and for all.
New TV appearances and a few performances offered new opportunities in Ryeowook’s epic search for the perfect spot (no pun intended). At first, the tour bus bathroom was a good possible candidate, until he actually went inside of it. There was no way he’d be able to get it up with a smell that potent and unbearable, so that was a bust.
However, when he and his bandmates arrived at the location that they’d be doing an appearance at, a new idea sparked in Ryeowook’s mind.
They hurried into the dressing room and Ryeowook threw on his stage clothes as fast as he could before zooming back out of the room. He wandered down the bleach white halls, looking for a dressing room with no printed out paper on the door. After mindlessly trotting through hallway upon hallway, he finally found one.
Room 483 was perfect. There was a bench, a wall of mirrors, a bathroom, and absolutely no one around. That is, until Donghae burst through the door about ten minutes later. Filming that show couldn’t have gone by slower.
“Normal” spots were now totally out of the question. As the weeks went on, Ryeowook searched and searched for more opportunities.
Kyuhyun was about to put away the extra set of bedsheets when he found Ryeowook in the linen closet. He was punished with having to rewash every single item of fabric being stored inside.
Donghae had just finished washing and drying the dishes when he opened the kitchen cupboards to find Ryeowook hidden inside next to the frying pans; he was put on dish duty for a week straight.
“Why can’t anyone leave me alone for just like, twelve minutes? That’s all I need.”
Donghae looked down to the floor, his cheeks burning and a twitch in the back of his head of unnecessary guilt. “It’s not like I want to catch you like this, they’re accidents, Wook, that’s all they are,”
Henry caught him under the kitchen table one night after dinner, Siwon caught him in the trunk of a car. Hankyung caught him in Henry’s bed one night (and had thankfully agreed not to tell him as long as he never did it again).
Things are getting out of hand now; just about everyone on the face of the earth has managed to interrupt him. Finally, he finds one last place in the house that could possibly work.
Ryeowook blesses his small frame as he opens the dryer door and climbs inside. It’s still a bit warm from when he did his laundry an hour ago, but he’s a bit cold so the heat is genuinely accepted as his shoulders sink and he closes the door after getting comfortable.
It’s a bit of a tight squeeze but he’s gotten used to small spaces lately, so it’s not too big of a deal.
Relax. Breathe in; breathe out.
He slides off his boxers and takes hold. Already the heat of the dryer is no match to his own. He slides his hand along the length and lets out a quiet moan. It’s been too long.
His head tilts back and his neck begins to roll slightly with the slow rhythm. He swallows the groan in his throat and shudders as his thumb slides over the slit.
Relax. Breathe in; breathe out.
The pace quickens, he begins to pant. He wants to stretch out his legs more but they don’t go very far. His eyes are squinting; his lip quivers.
He fists himself quickly, a moan slips out. It’s coming, unh, so soon.
Relax. Breathe in; breathe out.
He comes in his hand with a gasp, his chest heaves and he sets his head down against the wall of the dryer.
The light comes on and the door opens. Zhoumi stares at Ryeowook wide-eyed. His mouth opens and closes trying to think of something to say. “You. Are. GOD.”
Relax. Don’t freak out; don’t freak out.
Prompt: 001, Freefall
Pairing: Kangin / Leeteuk
Rating: PG
Standing over the edge, your hips fit perfectly in his hands. It’s a long way down from here, you can’t look. You can feel his steady heart beating against your back; your own pulse pushes against the steel rails that you just can’t let go of.
“Open your eyes.” He whispers in your ear. “Fall.”
You swallow hard. Who do you trust more, him or yourself? “You jump, I jump, right?”
His hands slide down a bit further along your sides and your toes curl over the edge. You try to say something but the words just don’t want to come out. His chin rests gently on your shoulder and you feel his hot breath against your neck.
“We’ll always be together.” He says, “You are my soul.”
He takes hold of your hands and you let go, letting his thumbs sit snugly in your palms as he stretches out your arms, moving his head for just a moment to place a tender kiss on the back of your neck.
A tear falls and you bite your lip. Be strong, be strong.
You can feel his smile shining behind you and it gives you one last gleam of hope.
He comes closer to your ear again, “You’re free now. Go.”
There’s no turning back.
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Title: Soldier A & B
Prompt: 006, burn
Pairing: Heechul/Yesung
Rating: R
As Jongwoon walks, the countryside burns, and as Heechul runs his fingers down his sides, he burns inside.
Smoke fills the air during the day; and sparks leap from flame to flame. Jongwoon tells himself it’s not his fault.
“Oh,” Hechul says, “whose could it be then?” ,and he is deep, deep inside Jongwoon when he says this. His words sear him from the inside. Physical wounds heal, but his-soul-won’t.
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“An invasion,” Heechul snaps. “What will you do about it?”
Jongwoon closes his eyes. “We kill them. Of course.
“It’ll be over and done before you know it, then,” Heechul says. He gathers his papers and turns to leave. He doesn’t smile.
Later that night, Heechul slips into Jongwoon’s bed quietly. Screams fill the air, and Heechul runs his hands down Jongwoon’s sides.
“Don’t worry about them,” he whispers. “Just focus on me.”
And Yesung does. Will. Has done, for the past…oh, since when the war started. He can’t remember. It’s been too long. And really, he doesn’t care.
Not anymore.
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"Why?” Heechul asks him one day. “Why do you let this go on?”
“What?” Jongwoon asks. He looks down at his drink. “You mean my coffee?”
Heechul sighs, frustrated. “No. No. Not that. This, “ he says, and leans over and kisses him. “Your-“ and another- “heart isn’t-“ again- “in it.” He sits back, frustrated.
“What heart?” he asks rhetorically. “I don’t have one.”
“Yes,” Heechul says. “Yes, you do. I know you do. I’ve heard it.”
“I haven’t,” Jongwoon argues. “And isn’t it mine in the first place?”
“You’ve never heard of your heart belonging to someone?”
“Maybe I gave it away already. A long time ago,” Jongwoon says.
“And?” Heechul asks.
“And maybe I never got it back.” He drinks his coffee. “Your report’s due tomorrow.”
Heechul curses.
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“General.”
Jongwoon turns.
“What is it?”
The soldier looks down at his feet. “Um.” He mumbles something.
“Speak up!” Jongwoon orders. “You’ll never get promoted that way.”
“We have two prisoners,” the soldier says hesitantly. “They just surrendered today.”
“What about them?” Jongwoon asks. He does have a call to make.
“They want an audience with you,” he says quietly.
Jongwoon frowns. “Tell them to see the Lieutenant-general.”
“They refuse to see anyone but you. The Lieutenant-general was completely ignored…”
Jongwoon sighs. “Five minutes. Tell them I’ll be there for five minutes.” The soldier hurries off. He takes his time.
Heechul meets him at the door. “Those pretentious sons of a bitch are being bastards,” he says. He’s pissed off, Jongwoon can tell. “I told them you shouldn’t be disturbed, but no, that coward over there-“ the soldier flinches- “just had to go and find you. Fucker.”
“Calm down, Heechul,” Jongwoon says. “It’s alright. They can wait for that call.”
Heechul sighs. “Alright, alright. Go go go. And then come back, or something. You have work.”
He enters. “What do you want?” he asks coldly (there’s no capacity for warmth. And his feet are cold.)
“We beg of you-“ one soldier starts.
“Just give it to me straight,” Jongwoon interrupts.
“Stop killing,” the other says blunty.
“Why should I?”
“You are killing-not only us, who have volunteered. But our familes. Our parents. Our siblings. Our children.”
“Please understand,” the first one adds. “Please. Please.”
Jongwoon turns. “Family,” he says, “is overrated. Good day.” He leaves. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Have them killed,” he says quietly to Heechul outside.
“But-“
“Just do it,” he commands. “They don’t deserve to live.”
He walks off, and refuses to think of the irony of his words.
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“Your aim,” Heechul tells him one day, “sucks.”
“I can hit things if I wanted to,” Jongwoon says. He reloads and shoots a few more times. “This is my left hand.”
“I know,” Heechul replies. “But your aim still sucks.”
“That’s what practice is for,” Jongwoon says.
Heechul sighs. “You are like,” he pauses, “a fucking killing machine.”
“A what?” Jongwoon asks. He takes off the ear muffs and stops shooting.
“A fucking killing machine. Not a fucking, killing machine.”
“Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"
“Should I care which way you do?” Heechul retorts.
“Be careful, Lieutenant-general. You could get demoted.”
“It’s not like they have anyone to replace me,” Heechul says confidently.
“Someone can always be trained,” Jongwoon says matter-of-factly.
“It would take too long. And they need me.”
“You’re right,” Jongwoon says neutrally.
“Are you glad to have me here?” Heechul asks, peering at Jongwoon curiously.
“I guess,” Jongwoon says.
“Good enough for me,” Heechul says. He grins
Jongwoon sighs, but he doesn’t reprimand him.
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“You never say anything,” Heechul murmurs. He hovers over Yesung’s body, and presses kisses gently to the smooth skin beneath him. “Tell me. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. Tell me what I’m doing right. Tell me what you love. Tell me what you hate.”
“I don’t care what you do,” Jongwoon says. He stares past Heechul. “Do whatever you want to,” he tells his lieutenant.
Heechul hesitates. “I feel bad. Taking advantage of you and everything.”
“I don’t mind,” Jongwoon murmurs. “Go ahead.”
“Someday,” Heechul says as he bends down.
“Someday what?” Jongwoon asks. His breathe catches as Heechul’s fingers brush his hips, pressing down firmly.
“Someday I’ll get you to tell me what you want.” He tugs on Jongwoon’s hair lightly.
“Just-touch me.” He arches up and into Heechul’s body, sighing as Heechul bites down on his neck.
“Is that really what you want?” Heechul asks. “That’s it?”
“I can feel,” he breathes. “I can feel when you touch me.”
“What are you talking about?” Heechul draws back. “What do you mean?
“It-burns.” He closes his eyes. “But it’s better than nothing.”
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“Good morning,” Heechul says.
“Good morning,” Jongwoon replies. His eyes are blank.
Heechul sighs. “And we made so much progress,” he says really quietly. “How disappointing.”
“Lieutenant-general,” Jongwoon says. “Don’t complain about trivial things.”
Heechul pokes him in the chest. “Your mental health isn’t trivial.
“In the big picture it is.” He pushes away Heechul’s hand. “Get to work.”
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“What?!” Jongwoon slams his fist down onto the table. “You have got to be joking.” There’s a pause. “No-really. A ceasefire? Now?! We almost have Amistarr!” He takes a deep breath. “Yes,” he says flatly. “I understand.” He hangs up.
“What’s the matter?” Heechul asks softly from the doorway.
“The battle’s over,” Jongwoon tells him. “It’s over. Done.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“I-“ Jongwoon starts. He stops. “Heechul,” he says. And the word is foreign on his tongue but nice in his ears. “Heechul,” he repeats, “I don’t know. I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you mean?” Heechul asks, concerned.
“I don’t know how to-live. I don’t know how to, to, just be. This was-is-my life. I don’t know what I’m going to do afterwards.”
“You can still work for the Armed Forces. A desk job,” Heechul says soothingly. “They won’t mind.”
“I couldn’t. You said it yourself-I’m a machine. I couldn’t, I really couldn’t,” Jongwoon says frantically. He grips Heechul’s shoulders, too afraid to let go.
“Restart yourself then,” Heechul says. “You’ll find a way.”
“I don’t know if I can,” Jongwoon says. He bends his head, resting it on Heechul’s chest.
“I know you can,” Heechul reassures him.
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“I’m getting transferred to Entyrum,” Heechul tells him at the airport the next day. “They have uprisings there, and General Choi needs help.”
"Congratulations," Jongwoon says. He isn't bitter.
“Where will you be going?” Heechul asks him.
“I don’t know.”
“Here.” He presses a set of keys into Jongwoon’s hand. “That’s the key to my apartment. The one with the red rubber thing on it. I’m not going to be home for a while-“ Entyrum is on the other side of the world- “so you can live there until I come back.”
“And once you do?” Jongwoon asks.
“You can still stay.” Heechul smiles at him. “For a general, you’re kind of helpless.”
“Thanks,” Jongwoon says. “And I know. I know I am.”
“It’s alright. You’ll find something.” Heechul turns, wheeling his suitcase behind him.
“By the way,” he calls back to Jongwoon. “If you still don’t have your heart back, you can have mine.”
“What? I-“
“It’s large enough for the both of us.” He walks off.
Jongwoon smiles. “Thank you for everything,” he says to Heechul’s back.
Heechul stops. “It was nothing,” he replies.
“So this is goodbye, then?”
“I guess it is.” He looks over at Jongwoon. “Good luck.”
“You too. You too."
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Title: Accidents
Prompt: 017, Accidents
Pairing: Ryeowook/Ryeowook
Rating: R
Ryeowook has no luck whatsoever when it comes to spending a little quality time by himself, just him and his hand. It seems that almost everyone has walked in on him, caught him, averted their eyes but not really averted-he’s much bigger than people would think from his usual shyness. Maybe he should just give up.
No, he couldn’t do that.
Wanking is the one thing that relaxes Ryeowook more than anything else after a long day (or a short day, that’s fine, too) and he can’t go without it, no matter how many times his hyungs manage to catch him at exactly the wrong time.
It’s not like he isn’t trying to hide it. He’s managed to come up with more than a few seemingly good hiding spots. And hell, it’s not like he’s never walked in on them before. There’s always that burning memory in the back of his mind of when he was back in Korea and one night (he just wanted to ask for some fuzzy socks for his cold feet, that was it) he walked in on Kyuhyun giving Sungmin what looked like the most sensuous blowjob of his life. But when he found out he’d be going to China with Super Junior-M he thought that maybe he’d get more privacy and time to himself.
He was wrong.
His room and the shower were off-limits completely. He shared a room with Henry; no privacy, no chance in hell. The shower was a danger zone. Sometimes people come into the bathroom and you can’t even hear them over the sound of the faucet. But they can hear you, that’s for certain.
One day (a few months ago, really) Ryeowook was searching for his couch pillow. It was pink and fluffy and Sungmin had given it to him as a reminder of their friendship. And he couldn’t find it.
Where the fuck is this damn pillow?
After searching around the living room, his bedroom, Kyuhyun’s bedroom, the kitchen, the garbage, asking his bandmates, and almost crying in a fit of rage, he found it hiding behind the couch.
It gave him an idea.
Unfortunately, he was too scared to ever try it out (well really, he did, he just couldn’t fully commit to it) and gave up on finding places around the house for a while.
His need for release grew as the days went on and still he couldn’t find a proper place. Some days, he’d lose all willpower and go for a quickie under his bed, but that one day when Henry had found him (I’m sorry, Ryeowookie-hyung! I’m just going to go wash my eyes out with soap now…) had stopped that once and for all.
New TV appearances and a few performances offered new opportunities in Ryeowook’s epic search for the perfect spot (no pun intended). At first, the tour bus bathroom was a good possible candidate, until he actually went inside of it. There was no way he’d be able to get it up with a smell that potent and unbearable, so that was a bust.
However, when he and his bandmates arrived at the location that they’d be doing an appearance at, a new idea sparked in Ryeowook’s mind.
They hurried into the dressing room and Ryeowook threw on his stage clothes as fast as he could before zooming back out of the room. He wandered down the bleach white halls, looking for a dressing room with no printed out paper on the door. After mindlessly trotting through hallway upon hallway, he finally found one.
Room 483 was perfect. There was a bench, a wall of mirrors, a bathroom, and absolutely no one around. That is, until Donghae burst through the door about ten minutes later. Filming that show couldn’t have gone by slower.
“Normal” spots were now totally out of the question. As the weeks went on, Ryeowook searched and searched for more opportunities.
Kyuhyun was about to put away the extra set of bedsheets when he found Ryeowook in the linen closet. He was punished with having to rewash every single item of fabric being stored inside.
Donghae had just finished washing and drying the dishes when he opened the kitchen cupboards to find Ryeowook hidden inside next to the frying pans; he was put on dish duty for a week straight.
“Why can’t anyone leave me alone for just like, twelve minutes? That’s all I need.”
Donghae looked down to the floor, his cheeks burning and a twitch in the back of his head of unnecessary guilt. “It’s not like I want to catch you like this, they’re accidents, Wook, that’s all they are,”
Henry caught him under the kitchen table one night after dinner, Siwon caught him in the trunk of a car. Hankyung caught him in Henry’s bed one night (and had thankfully agreed not to tell him as long as he never did it again).
Things are getting out of hand now; just about everyone on the face of the earth has managed to interrupt him. Finally, he finds one last place in the house that could possibly work.
Ryeowook blesses his small frame as he opens the dryer door and climbs inside. It’s still a bit warm from when he did his laundry an hour ago, but he’s a bit cold so the heat is genuinely accepted as his shoulders sink and he closes the door after getting comfortable.
It’s a bit of a tight squeeze but he’s gotten used to small spaces lately, so it’s not too big of a deal.
Relax. Breathe in; breathe out.
He slides off his boxers and takes hold. Already the heat of the dryer is no match to his own. He slides his hand along the length and lets out a quiet moan. It’s been too long.
His head tilts back and his neck begins to roll slightly with the slow rhythm. He swallows the groan in his throat and shudders as his thumb slides over the slit.
Relax. Breathe in; breathe out.
The pace quickens, he begins to pant. He wants to stretch out his legs more but they don’t go very far. His eyes are squinting; his lip quivers.
He fists himself quickly, a moan slips out. It’s coming, unh, so soon.
Relax. Breathe in; breathe out.
He comes in his hand with a gasp, his chest heaves and he sets his head down against the wall of the dryer.
The light comes on and the door opens. Zhoumi stares at Ryeowook wide-eyed. His mouth opens and closes trying to think of something to say. “You. Are. GOD.”
Relax. Don’t freak out; don’t freak out.