Maybe Tomorrow
This isn't a request, but just something i wrote to kick start kyuhanism (now you guys can all start posting <3)
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Maybe Tomorrow
The phone clicks and Hangeng breathes in deeply, feeling stifled by the sudden power he held. It could be all over, as simple as a few signatures and he could sleep again, eat properly and go to the hospital (a few years late is better than never) and see his mum. He could breathe easily again.
The door swings open and Kyuhyun’s standing there with toothbrush dangling in his mouth and wearing pajama pants a few inches too short. The younger man grins and Hangeng sees a mouth full of minty green-white toothpaste and something slams painfully in his chest.
The phone drops.
The first time he tries to bring it up, they are lying on the bed, Kyuhyun dangling his legs over the edge and twirling the computer chair around with his feet, head pillowed against Hangeng’s stomach. Hangeng is flipping through a magazine he found under the other’s pillow (looking for possible porn), whilst Kyuhyun has his eyes closed, humming a wordless tune; long fingers tapping the rhythm on Hangeng’s bare ankles.
The words are on his lips as he flips another page and Hangeng is halfway through Kyuhyun’s name when he sees the photo of Kyuhyun carrying him blown large across the double pages; the words wilting like fairyfloss in the rain.
Kyuhyun yawns and kicks the chair away, moving so that he was curled up against Hangeng, hazardously throwing one long leg over the Chinese man’s, earning a soft yelp and a gentle elbow in the ribs. The maknae flashes him a cheeky smile and apologises, not sounding at all sorry. Hangeng sighs, biting back a smile and pokes Kyuhyun in the thigh.
Maybe tomorrow.
Hangeng’s rehearsing the words in his head as he cooks and trying not to look at Ryeowook, who is staring at him like he knows. They’re mixing kimchi together in a pot and Hangeng freezes when he feels Ryeowook’s small hands grab his, kimchi and all.
“Hyung…”
“What is it Ryeowook-ah?”
“Hyung, please…please…” Ryeowook doesn’t say anymore than that, but Hangeng knows what he means and he wishes he didn’t. When he pulls his hand away gently and Ryeowook’s face crumbles, Hangeng feels like it might be kinder to just throw the whole pot of kimchi in the younger man’s face.
Hands slide around his waist and Hangeng jerks as Kyuhyun grabs his hands and takes a finger into his mouth, sucking it clean. Kyuhyun has has full attention on the eldest man, but Hangeng sees the hurt in Ryeowook’s face as the boy quickly runs out.
He fights the need to push Kyuhyun off and go after the other and slips another finger into his lover’s mouth; it was better this way.
No ties, no hesitations. No pain.
Kissing Kyuhyun is like breathing, Hangeng thinks as the other cups the back of his head and their lips part easily against each other. It’s a soft kiss, one of those slow burning ones that make his head spin and his lungs rasp, because they forget they need other things apart from each other.
Kyuhyun likes to be dominating when they kiss, pressing the older man against a wall, leaning in closer than close, hands on his nape and tilting Hangeng’s head to get the best angle. His eyes are the colours of night skies without a moon and Hangeng thinks for a moment, that he could lose himself in this. The thought is less terrifying than he expects, especially with Kyuhyun’s arm tight around his waist.
Kyuhyun pulls away to breathe wetly in his ear and Hangeng squeezes his eyes shut, fingers tightening around Kyuhyun’s neck and he’s far too breathless to say anything.
Maybe tomorrow.
They fly from Shanghai to Beijing to Seoul to Bangkok in three days and Hangeng is huddled against the window of the van, watching over Donghae who was sick and Ryeowook who had hurt his arm, fighting sleep and fatigue and frustration.
Kyuhyun is pressed into the hollow of his neck, breathing heavy and face slightly pained and Hangeng rubs his hand up and down his lover’s back, eyes narrowed.
He leaves them at the dorms, telling Siwon to look after the others and half an hour later, Hangeng finds himself on his knees in front of the senior executives, pleading for a break (even a few days, even one day without 7am schedules). He gets a slap across the face, but he doesn’t back down.
An hour later, he walks out with hidden bruises and an extra photoshoot, a CF and a couple of interviews on his own schedule.
He climbs into bed, careful not to wake Kyuhyun and he smiles even as his ribs throb, even if it will be the last sleep he will get for a couple of days, because at least the others will get to rest.
When he tells the others about their two days off, Donghae, Ryeowook and Henry grin and look at him like a hero, Zhoumi smiles and Siwon gives his arms a squeeze. Kyuhyun levels a hard look at him and his lips flatten out to a thin line.
Hangeng stares right back and he smiles until the other looks away.
It’s different when they make love, because despite the possessive kisses, Kyuhyun falters the second Hangeng takes control. Hangeng curls his hand around sharp hipbones and edges a leg between Kyuhyun’s thighs and it all spirals from there, until Kyuhyun’s letting out breathless gasps beneath the older man and Hangeng’s moving blindly, eyes glazed over.
Hangeng feels like he’s going to stop breathing any second, but they’re so wrapped up in each other that he can only sink deeper and take in more and more until he’s breathing kyuhyun instead of air. Somewhere between Kyuhyun wrapping his legs around his waist and the soft murmur of I love you, Hangeng loses the words he had planned to say tonight (definitely tonight, he had told himself).
Maybe tomorrow…
Kyuhyun finds him in the bathroom (again), limbs sprayed across the floor, face pressed against the tiles, and Hangeng wakes to anxious faces, sharp cries and through the pain coiled deep inside his chest and rushing through his muscles, he sees Ryeowook and Donghae crying and he whispers it’s okay, even though the words tastes like blood and lies.
Kyuhyun’s face twists and Hangeng clamps his lips together, heart skipping a beat and a half.
It’s time.
He walks back to their room, feet dragging and mind flashing white noise on repeat. Hangeng has one foot inside, before Kyuhyun has him against the door, hands clenched tight and eyes flashing. Knowing as soon as Kyuhyun kisses him, he’s good as gone, Hangeng wedges his arms between them and pushes his lover away. “Kyu…”
The other man wraps fingers around his wrist and presses a kiss against the veins, trailing his lips upwards, “Sign it...why haven’t you signed, you stupid man?”
Hangeng’s frozen against the wall, skin tingling from where the other had kissed it. “Kyu-ah…”
Kyuhyun moves up to lap at his collarbone, “Just sign it, Geng, you’ve hesitated too long already.”
This time, it’s Hangeng who cups Kyuhyun’s face and brings it up till their eyes locked, “I don’t want to leave you; I can’t live with you being hurt.”
Kyuhyun crushes their lips together, teeth scraping almost painfully against his lip, “I don’t want to kill you. How do you think I will live with you being dead?”
Something shudders through the Chinese man and he goes limp against his lover, burying his face in Kyuhyun’s neck, hands fisting in the shirt the younger wore, gasping from the overload of emotions and all the things he wanted to say. Kyuhyun kisses him slient.
They step out of the building, Kyuhyun leading Hangeng by the hand, not caring who saw them. The two of them sneak away into a taxi and Hangeng watches his lover, his love, and he smiles through the tears as Kyuhyun stares down at the court documents with relief and fear in his eyes.
“Kyu-”
“Just because you’re free from the company, doesn’t mean you’re free from me.”
“Kyu, I-”
“You’re mine, and there’s no getting out of this contract.”
“Kyuhyun, listen-”
“Not ever okay, I-”
Hangeng gives up and leans over and kisses Kyuhyun full on the mouth, the words dying in the other man’s throat. “Cho Kyuhyun, I love you okay? Please shut up and kiss me now.”
Kyuhyun stares at him stunned, before grinning and pulling Hangeng closer. As everything else melts away, Hangeng wonders exactly when he would have been able to bring the issue up, had Kyuhyun not done it first. Kyuhyun’s hand slides under his shirt teasingly, but his kiss is soft and pure and Hangeng thinks…
maybe never.
//
inspired by:
Maybe Tomorrow
The phone clicks and Hangeng breathes in deeply, feeling stifled by the sudden power he held. It could be all over, as simple as a few signatures and he could sleep again, eat properly and go to the hospital (a few years late is better than never) and see his mum. He could breathe easily again.
The door swings open and Kyuhyun’s standing there with toothbrush dangling in his mouth and wearing pajama pants a few inches too short. The younger man grins and Hangeng sees a mouth full of minty green-white toothpaste and something slams painfully in his chest.
The phone drops.
The first time he tries to bring it up, they are lying on the bed, Kyuhyun dangling his legs over the edge and twirling the computer chair around with his feet, head pillowed against Hangeng’s stomach. Hangeng is flipping through a magazine he found under the other’s pillow (looking for possible porn), whilst Kyuhyun has his eyes closed, humming a wordless tune; long fingers tapping the rhythm on Hangeng’s bare ankles.
The words are on his lips as he flips another page and Hangeng is halfway through Kyuhyun’s name when he sees the photo of Kyuhyun carrying him blown large across the double pages; the words wilting like fairyfloss in the rain.
Kyuhyun yawns and kicks the chair away, moving so that he was curled up against Hangeng, hazardously throwing one long leg over the Chinese man’s, earning a soft yelp and a gentle elbow in the ribs. The maknae flashes him a cheeky smile and apologises, not sounding at all sorry. Hangeng sighs, biting back a smile and pokes Kyuhyun in the thigh.
Maybe tomorrow.
Hangeng’s rehearsing the words in his head as he cooks and trying not to look at Ryeowook, who is staring at him like he knows. They’re mixing kimchi together in a pot and Hangeng freezes when he feels Ryeowook’s small hands grab his, kimchi and all.
“Hyung…”
“What is it Ryeowook-ah?”
“Hyung, please…please…” Ryeowook doesn’t say anymore than that, but Hangeng knows what he means and he wishes he didn’t. When he pulls his hand away gently and Ryeowook’s face crumbles, Hangeng feels like it might be kinder to just throw the whole pot of kimchi in the younger man’s face.
Hands slide around his waist and Hangeng jerks as Kyuhyun grabs his hands and takes a finger into his mouth, sucking it clean. Kyuhyun has has full attention on the eldest man, but Hangeng sees the hurt in Ryeowook’s face as the boy quickly runs out.
He fights the need to push Kyuhyun off and go after the other and slips another finger into his lover’s mouth; it was better this way.
No ties, no hesitations. No pain.
Kissing Kyuhyun is like breathing, Hangeng thinks as the other cups the back of his head and their lips part easily against each other. It’s a soft kiss, one of those slow burning ones that make his head spin and his lungs rasp, because they forget they need other things apart from each other.
Kyuhyun likes to be dominating when they kiss, pressing the older man against a wall, leaning in closer than close, hands on his nape and tilting Hangeng’s head to get the best angle. His eyes are the colours of night skies without a moon and Hangeng thinks for a moment, that he could lose himself in this. The thought is less terrifying than he expects, especially with Kyuhyun’s arm tight around his waist.
Kyuhyun pulls away to breathe wetly in his ear and Hangeng squeezes his eyes shut, fingers tightening around Kyuhyun’s neck and he’s far too breathless to say anything.
Maybe tomorrow.
They fly from Shanghai to Beijing to Seoul to Bangkok in three days and Hangeng is huddled against the window of the van, watching over Donghae who was sick and Ryeowook who had hurt his arm, fighting sleep and fatigue and frustration.
Kyuhyun is pressed into the hollow of his neck, breathing heavy and face slightly pained and Hangeng rubs his hand up and down his lover’s back, eyes narrowed.
He leaves them at the dorms, telling Siwon to look after the others and half an hour later, Hangeng finds himself on his knees in front of the senior executives, pleading for a break (even a few days, even one day without 7am schedules). He gets a slap across the face, but he doesn’t back down.
An hour later, he walks out with hidden bruises and an extra photoshoot, a CF and a couple of interviews on his own schedule.
He climbs into bed, careful not to wake Kyuhyun and he smiles even as his ribs throb, even if it will be the last sleep he will get for a couple of days, because at least the others will get to rest.
When he tells the others about their two days off, Donghae, Ryeowook and Henry grin and look at him like a hero, Zhoumi smiles and Siwon gives his arms a squeeze. Kyuhyun levels a hard look at him and his lips flatten out to a thin line.
Hangeng stares right back and he smiles until the other looks away.
It’s different when they make love, because despite the possessive kisses, Kyuhyun falters the second Hangeng takes control. Hangeng curls his hand around sharp hipbones and edges a leg between Kyuhyun’s thighs and it all spirals from there, until Kyuhyun’s letting out breathless gasps beneath the older man and Hangeng’s moving blindly, eyes glazed over.
Hangeng feels like he’s going to stop breathing any second, but they’re so wrapped up in each other that he can only sink deeper and take in more and more until he’s breathing kyuhyun instead of air. Somewhere between Kyuhyun wrapping his legs around his waist and the soft murmur of I love you, Hangeng loses the words he had planned to say tonight (definitely tonight, he had told himself).
Maybe tomorrow…
Kyuhyun finds him in the bathroom (again), limbs sprayed across the floor, face pressed against the tiles, and Hangeng wakes to anxious faces, sharp cries and through the pain coiled deep inside his chest and rushing through his muscles, he sees Ryeowook and Donghae crying and he whispers it’s okay, even though the words tastes like blood and lies.
Kyuhyun’s face twists and Hangeng clamps his lips together, heart skipping a beat and a half.
It’s time.
He walks back to their room, feet dragging and mind flashing white noise on repeat. Hangeng has one foot inside, before Kyuhyun has him against the door, hands clenched tight and eyes flashing. Knowing as soon as Kyuhyun kisses him, he’s good as gone, Hangeng wedges his arms between them and pushes his lover away. “Kyu…”
The other man wraps fingers around his wrist and presses a kiss against the veins, trailing his lips upwards, “Sign it...why haven’t you signed, you stupid man?”
Hangeng’s frozen against the wall, skin tingling from where the other had kissed it. “Kyu-ah…”
Kyuhyun moves up to lap at his collarbone, “Just sign it, Geng, you’ve hesitated too long already.”
This time, it’s Hangeng who cups Kyuhyun’s face and brings it up till their eyes locked, “I don’t want to leave you; I can’t live with you being hurt.”
Kyuhyun crushes their lips together, teeth scraping almost painfully against his lip, “I don’t want to kill you. How do you think I will live with you being dead?”
Something shudders through the Chinese man and he goes limp against his lover, burying his face in Kyuhyun’s neck, hands fisting in the shirt the younger wore, gasping from the overload of emotions and all the things he wanted to say. Kyuhyun kisses him slient.
They step out of the building, Kyuhyun leading Hangeng by the hand, not caring who saw them. The two of them sneak away into a taxi and Hangeng watches his lover, his love, and he smiles through the tears as Kyuhyun stares down at the court documents with relief and fear in his eyes.
“Kyu-”
“Just because you’re free from the company, doesn’t mean you’re free from me.”
“Kyu, I-”
“You’re mine, and there’s no getting out of this contract.”
“Kyuhyun, listen-”
“Not ever okay, I-”
Hangeng gives up and leans over and kisses Kyuhyun full on the mouth, the words dying in the other man’s throat. “Cho Kyuhyun, I love you okay? Please shut up and kiss me now.”
Kyuhyun stares at him stunned, before grinning and pulling Hangeng closer. As everything else melts away, Hangeng wonders exactly when he would have been able to bring the issue up, had Kyuhyun not done it first. Kyuhyun’s hand slides under his shirt teasingly, but his kiss is soft and pure and Hangeng thinks…
maybe never.
//