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For i_am_air who requested, "Kisung FLUFF." Apologies for the delay, but look, it's out before summer ended! :D
Title: Road to Stardom
Pairing: Kisung
Rating: PG-13ish
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
There was talk that Kim Kibum was going to break into the singing industry.
Normally, this would hardly be a problem to Yesung (no last name needed), top ranking singer whose name ranked first in all search engine inquiries and who needed an ambulance nearby whenever he performed, not for himself of course, but for the screaming fans who fainted when they caught sight of him.
This would be but a trifling matter to Yesung whose new single just won him the Triple Crown on SBS, who barely took notice of every shiny faced newbie fresh off their debut performance, had he not been trying to break into acting at the same time.
Granted, Yesung had never really met Kibum as they both traveled in different entertainment and social circles, but that didn’t mean that Yesung hadn’t heard of him.
The entertainment industry was a small closed circuit system and just doing what you were good at barely made news anymore. Now just being a singer wasn’t enough. You had to know how to play the piano if you couldn’t compose a song for your new album and be a commercial pilot if you couldn’t at least direct a few episodes of your current hit show. And that’s not including all the DJ-ing and MC-ing for various shows you do on the side. For after all, it’s better to be talked about for doing something badly, than to not be talked about at all.
So, no, Yesung really wasn’t too worried about Kibum breaking into his world and dethroning him. What Yesung was really worried about was Kibum’s fans.
Everyone knows that it’s the fans that make and break a star, even if he was a singer who couldn’t sing or an actor who couldn’t act. Not only would the fans go out and buy every and any single item that the person endorsed but they would vehemently, and at times, violently, deny any evidence that their beloved star wasn’t as perfect as they all believed them to be.
And at Yesung’s last check, the number of fans listed under Kibum’s fan café was already in the six figure digits, and that was just those within the country that had registered!
Yesung knew Kibum also spoke English (again, one of those things that got passed around the industry, it was not like Yesung actually checked him out on his official profile or anything.) Although his fluency was never outright questioned, it must be coherent enough to send his overseas fans crazy if the string of words that looked like they were the results of random keyboard smashing, and pleas for Kibum to visit their country were any indication.
News within the tight circles of the industry weren’t wrong often.
Overblown and out of proportion yes, but wrong? Hardly.
And so it was that without fail, the very next week marked Kim Kibum’s entrance into Yesung’s world.
***
It was the second week Yesung was promoting the new song off his highly anticipated third album.
He really didn’t have to exert so much effort in his singing since the unofficial sales numbers indicated that the fans would buy anything from him even if it were just a recording of him sitting on the toilet ripping up toilet paper, but Kibum was slated to go after him today. Nothing could possibly be more welcoming than to have to go after the singer whose powerful performance already had the netizens squabbling about and the cheers from the audience hadn’t even remotely died down yet.
He nodded to Kibum as the younger man stepped on stage, mic in hand and easy smile on standby.
As the music started, Yesung has to concede in grim satisfaction at the actor turned almost singer. Sure, he wasn’t the best singer out there, but he wasn’t too horrendous either.
Plus, he could rap. This placed him in another category altogether.
With his large fan base ready to support him no matter which direction he decided to take, if the crying fans screaming his name even before he started singing was any indication, he’d be able to make it into the top hundred singers when M.Net did their usual countdown.
Top fifty if his company knew how to promote him.
“Not bad,” Yesung said by way of almost congratulations as Kibum exited from the stage.
“Thank you,” was the simple reply he got back as Kibum lifted the back of his hand to cover up his wide smile.
Yesung was taken aback by the lack of flattery Kibum had yet to lavish on him. Considering the evanescent act Kibum often pulled out when he wasn’t on stage, Yesung figured that sucking up wasn’t high up on his list of priorities. It was such a drastic change from the torrents of simpering sycophancy that so many new singers liked to bake around him. Yesung gave a small sound of surprise at this realization before pivoting on his heel and stalking down the hallway towards his manager. The same manager who had already started on why Yesung hadn’t told him he was going to watch a performance because now they were going to be late to another interview and Yesung really needed to hurry up.
For weeks on end after that initial encounter, wherever Yesung was, so too was Kibum.
Yesung might have stopped and considered it an advancement in stalking if they both had not been promoting their singles at the same time.
As such, they often ended up sharing the same dressing room. First, because Yesung wasn’t so much of a diva that he demanded his own and second, the larger dressing room was already occupied at the moment by an obscenely large group called Sapphire Blue or something.
The other singers nudged Yesung and said he better watch his back because the group had a singer who was remarkably similar to him in both singing style and temperament. And, he was younger too.
Yesung joined in on the laughter but he wasn’t too worried, he had Kibum to deal with after all.
Kibum wasn’t the type to bow and scrape down before Yesung, but he wasn’t the disrespectful derisive type either.
Yesung wasn’t sure where or how to place Kibum when the man in question suddenly chose at that moment to walk through the doors, shirt strategically and stylistically torn and eyes carefully rimmed with kohl.
Yesung jerked up with a start of realization while he was staring at him. When was it exactly that he stopped thinking of Kibum as an almost non-rival and into someone who just too damn fine for his own good? Maybe it was when Kibum first took off his shirt in front of him? Was it envy that caused his heart to speed up? No, Yesung had his own chocolate and a birthmark the girls loved to coo and salivate over because it looked just like jeju island. Was it when Kibum smiled at him? No, Kibum smiled at everyone. Yesung was starting to think that it was Kibum’s brilliant way to avoid answering questions. Was it when…
As it turns out, exact moments of lust are hard to pin down when your mind becomes occupied with creating intricately detailed fantasies about ripping the clothes of certain almost singers.
Kibum was built. There was no doubt about that. Aside from the usual physical training an idol had to go through, Yesung heard he had taken up boxing in his spare time as well. That certainly explained the flat expanse of his belly and the muscles that rippled whenever he put on a shirt.
Yesung could almost write off his wandering lustful glances as the result of not getting enough sleep. He could try to explain that strange thoughts involving beds and lockable janitor’s closets was just something that occurred naturally when you were placed in the same small sequestered space with someone night after night. He might have been able to easily dismiss all those errant thoughts too, had it not been for the looks Kibum been tossing his way as of late.
It was the same look that Yesung had seen other people give each other - the look that meant they’d be impossible to find before a performance, and reminded everyone why they should knock on seemingly random bathroom doors and stalls before barging in.
When Kibum had passed the water bottle to him, his touch lingering longer than purely friendly intentions allowed for, and smiled as he let go.
Yesung raised an eyebrow at this.
A couple of weeks later at Yesung’s goodbye stage, he had managed to corner Kibum backstage. Kibum seemed at ease, having already finished his routine, but Yesung’s pulse beat double time, having yet to go on. He was a little frenzied, a lot excitable and trying his best to swallow the adrenaline and lust pulsing through his veins.
“You know what this is about,” Yesung said, panting as he invaded Kibum’s personal space.
“Do I?” Kibum asked quirking one eyebrow up as the corner of his lips uncoiled itself into a smirk.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you looking at me, the way you hang onto my - ”
Kibum abruptly leaned in closer, a feat hard to do considering the complete lack of space that feathered out between them.
“You’re not the only one who’s hung, hyung,” Kibum said his words tiny impacts of heat, edging his knee to nudge Yesung’s legs part. “Right, hyung?…hyung…hyung -” he said, repeating each word as it brought him closer and closer to Yesung’s lips.
“Hyung!” Eunhyuk shouted.
With a jolt, Yesung jerked awake.
“The librarian wants to know if he can take the book back yet,” Eunhyuk said as he tried to hold back the laughter at the sleep lines that decorated Yesung’s face like tribal tattoos.
And true enough, as he turned his head, there stood the bespectacled librarian, hand held out expectantly for the book that Yesung had previously been resting his head upon. The name “Kim Kibum” was written across his name tag.
”Every Rock Star’s Fantasy,” he said, reading the title out loud and quirking a smile as Yesung hurriedly handed the book back.
”By the way,” he continued, turning as he placed the book back in his cart, “You might want to do something about the pool of drool you amassed while sleeping.”
All Yesung could hear over the roar in his ears as he flushed an unhealthy shade of red was the sound of Eunhyuk's explosive laughter.
Title: Road to Stardom
Pairing: Kisung
Rating: PG-13ish
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
There was talk that Kim Kibum was going to break into the singing industry.
Normally, this would hardly be a problem to Yesung (no last name needed), top ranking singer whose name ranked first in all search engine inquiries and who needed an ambulance nearby whenever he performed, not for himself of course, but for the screaming fans who fainted when they caught sight of him.
This would be but a trifling matter to Yesung whose new single just won him the Triple Crown on SBS, who barely took notice of every shiny faced newbie fresh off their debut performance, had he not been trying to break into acting at the same time.
Granted, Yesung had never really met Kibum as they both traveled in different entertainment and social circles, but that didn’t mean that Yesung hadn’t heard of him.
The entertainment industry was a small closed circuit system and just doing what you were good at barely made news anymore. Now just being a singer wasn’t enough. You had to know how to play the piano if you couldn’t compose a song for your new album and be a commercial pilot if you couldn’t at least direct a few episodes of your current hit show. And that’s not including all the DJ-ing and MC-ing for various shows you do on the side. For after all, it’s better to be talked about for doing something badly, than to not be talked about at all.
So, no, Yesung really wasn’t too worried about Kibum breaking into his world and dethroning him. What Yesung was really worried about was Kibum’s fans.
Everyone knows that it’s the fans that make and break a star, even if he was a singer who couldn’t sing or an actor who couldn’t act. Not only would the fans go out and buy every and any single item that the person endorsed but they would vehemently, and at times, violently, deny any evidence that their beloved star wasn’t as perfect as they all believed them to be.
And at Yesung’s last check, the number of fans listed under Kibum’s fan café was already in the six figure digits, and that was just those within the country that had registered!
Yesung knew Kibum also spoke English (again, one of those things that got passed around the industry, it was not like Yesung actually checked him out on his official profile or anything.) Although his fluency was never outright questioned, it must be coherent enough to send his overseas fans crazy if the string of words that looked like they were the results of random keyboard smashing, and pleas for Kibum to visit their country were any indication.
News within the tight circles of the industry weren’t wrong often.
Overblown and out of proportion yes, but wrong? Hardly.
And so it was that without fail, the very next week marked Kim Kibum’s entrance into Yesung’s world.
***
It was the second week Yesung was promoting the new song off his highly anticipated third album.
He really didn’t have to exert so much effort in his singing since the unofficial sales numbers indicated that the fans would buy anything from him even if it were just a recording of him sitting on the toilet ripping up toilet paper, but Kibum was slated to go after him today. Nothing could possibly be more welcoming than to have to go after the singer whose powerful performance already had the netizens squabbling about and the cheers from the audience hadn’t even remotely died down yet.
He nodded to Kibum as the younger man stepped on stage, mic in hand and easy smile on standby.
As the music started, Yesung has to concede in grim satisfaction at the actor turned almost singer. Sure, he wasn’t the best singer out there, but he wasn’t too horrendous either.
Plus, he could rap. This placed him in another category altogether.
With his large fan base ready to support him no matter which direction he decided to take, if the crying fans screaming his name even before he started singing was any indication, he’d be able to make it into the top hundred singers when M.Net did their usual countdown.
Top fifty if his company knew how to promote him.
“Not bad,” Yesung said by way of almost congratulations as Kibum exited from the stage.
“Thank you,” was the simple reply he got back as Kibum lifted the back of his hand to cover up his wide smile.
Yesung was taken aback by the lack of flattery Kibum had yet to lavish on him. Considering the evanescent act Kibum often pulled out when he wasn’t on stage, Yesung figured that sucking up wasn’t high up on his list of priorities. It was such a drastic change from the torrents of simpering sycophancy that so many new singers liked to bake around him. Yesung gave a small sound of surprise at this realization before pivoting on his heel and stalking down the hallway towards his manager. The same manager who had already started on why Yesung hadn’t told him he was going to watch a performance because now they were going to be late to another interview and Yesung really needed to hurry up.
For weeks on end after that initial encounter, wherever Yesung was, so too was Kibum.
Yesung might have stopped and considered it an advancement in stalking if they both had not been promoting their singles at the same time.
As such, they often ended up sharing the same dressing room. First, because Yesung wasn’t so much of a diva that he demanded his own and second, the larger dressing room was already occupied at the moment by an obscenely large group called Sapphire Blue or something.
The other singers nudged Yesung and said he better watch his back because the group had a singer who was remarkably similar to him in both singing style and temperament. And, he was younger too.
Yesung joined in on the laughter but he wasn’t too worried, he had Kibum to deal with after all.
Kibum wasn’t the type to bow and scrape down before Yesung, but he wasn’t the disrespectful derisive type either.
Yesung wasn’t sure where or how to place Kibum when the man in question suddenly chose at that moment to walk through the doors, shirt strategically and stylistically torn and eyes carefully rimmed with kohl.
Yesung jerked up with a start of realization while he was staring at him. When was it exactly that he stopped thinking of Kibum as an almost non-rival and into someone who just too damn fine for his own good? Maybe it was when Kibum first took off his shirt in front of him? Was it envy that caused his heart to speed up? No, Yesung had his own chocolate and a birthmark the girls loved to coo and salivate over because it looked just like jeju island. Was it when Kibum smiled at him? No, Kibum smiled at everyone. Yesung was starting to think that it was Kibum’s brilliant way to avoid answering questions. Was it when…
As it turns out, exact moments of lust are hard to pin down when your mind becomes occupied with creating intricately detailed fantasies about ripping the clothes of certain almost singers.
Kibum was built. There was no doubt about that. Aside from the usual physical training an idol had to go through, Yesung heard he had taken up boxing in his spare time as well. That certainly explained the flat expanse of his belly and the muscles that rippled whenever he put on a shirt.
Yesung could almost write off his wandering lustful glances as the result of not getting enough sleep. He could try to explain that strange thoughts involving beds and lockable janitor’s closets was just something that occurred naturally when you were placed in the same small sequestered space with someone night after night. He might have been able to easily dismiss all those errant thoughts too, had it not been for the looks Kibum been tossing his way as of late.
It was the same look that Yesung had seen other people give each other - the look that meant they’d be impossible to find before a performance, and reminded everyone why they should knock on seemingly random bathroom doors and stalls before barging in.
When Kibum had passed the water bottle to him, his touch lingering longer than purely friendly intentions allowed for, and smiled as he let go.
Yesung raised an eyebrow at this.
A couple of weeks later at Yesung’s goodbye stage, he had managed to corner Kibum backstage. Kibum seemed at ease, having already finished his routine, but Yesung’s pulse beat double time, having yet to go on. He was a little frenzied, a lot excitable and trying his best to swallow the adrenaline and lust pulsing through his veins.
“You know what this is about,” Yesung said, panting as he invaded Kibum’s personal space.
“Do I?” Kibum asked quirking one eyebrow up as the corner of his lips uncoiled itself into a smirk.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you looking at me, the way you hang onto my - ”
Kibum abruptly leaned in closer, a feat hard to do considering the complete lack of space that feathered out between them.
“You’re not the only one who’s hung, hyung,” Kibum said his words tiny impacts of heat, edging his knee to nudge Yesung’s legs part. “Right, hyung?…hyung…hyung -” he said, repeating each word as it brought him closer and closer to Yesung’s lips.
“Hyung!” Eunhyuk shouted.
With a jolt, Yesung jerked awake.
“The librarian wants to know if he can take the book back yet,” Eunhyuk said as he tried to hold back the laughter at the sleep lines that decorated Yesung’s face like tribal tattoos.
And true enough, as he turned his head, there stood the bespectacled librarian, hand held out expectantly for the book that Yesung had previously been resting his head upon. The name “Kim Kibum” was written across his name tag.
”Every Rock Star’s Fantasy,” he said, reading the title out loud and quirking a smile as Yesung hurriedly handed the book back.
”By the way,” he continued, turning as he placed the book back in his cart, “You might want to do something about the pool of drool you amassed while sleeping.”
All Yesung could hear over the roar in his ears as he flushed an unhealthy shade of red was the sound of Eunhyuk's explosive laughter.