I Can't Help But To Love You (Prologue)
Title: I Can't Help But To Love You (Prologue)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: KiTeuk, Kisung
Summary: Yesung is protective, lonely and daring, Kibum is a player and Leeteuk is looking for love.
A/N: This was somehow inspire in second period as my teacher was droning on and on about sex and what not.
Kibum smiled as another girl walked away from him, squealing to her friend about how she is getting to go on a date with the Kim Kibum, and the friend scowled as she squealed to, pretending like right now she wasn't totally thinking about how much prettier she is and why she should be going on a date with Kibum, not her. He rolls his eyes. Girls are way too predictable. He turns around and barely even pays more than a second of attention to the two guys who is walking in front of him before he moves forward, pushing one slightly to make way for himself. He hadn't expected the other to turn around quickly while sporting an upset look.
He almost felt guilty when he saw glossy eyes meet his for the briefest moment, but that feeling of guilt went away when the second guy wrapped his arm around the near-tears (most likely getting ready to go through another crying fit, because those eyes are red from at least an hour of crying) guy and pulled him forward saying "don't pay any mind to him Jungsu, he's no one." "Yah, what do you mean 'no one'?" The red-eyed man "Jungsu" turned to Kibum with apologetic eyes and bowed slightly. "I'm sorry, Jongwoon didn't mean it." Kibum watched as Jungsu stood straight again and Kibum found himself looking the-more than likely-older man up and down before rolling his eyes. "I want to hear it from him."
Kibum tapped his foot and crossed his arms while not-so-patiently waited for the man named Jongwoon to apologize, in return to only get a scoff from the man and a set of eyes rolling at him. Jongwoon turned to continue to his previous destination and Kibum gritted his teeth a little, his jaw tightening in anger at the insulting behavior of the-once again, more than likely-older man. He let his eyes focus on Jungsu who was getting his wrist pulled tightly by the brown haired man, Jongwoon.
Kibum clenched his fist slightly as he saw the glossy eyed man being pulled away. Who was the other to take complete control over someone? He is not Kibum he can't make people weak in the knees just by looking at them. He can't make people get a bloody nose just by winking at them, and he most certainly can't make someone faint by kissing them. He is not Kibum. He felt himself moving on impulse and he grabbed the crying man's other wrist, and pulled the older man towards him, not even knowing himself why he couldn't just hit the other or punch him like he would to any other idiot.
Maybe it was something about the way that hand around the petitie wrist of Jungsu was loosely hanging, making sure it wouldn't hurt the crying man. Maybe it was something about the way he was looking at Jungsu, so protective. What ever it was, KIbum wanted to hurt the other, and his brain was telling him using the crying man would help.
Kibum hadn't expected a hand to tightly grab his wrist, and pull it away from Jungsu's and for a moment, Kibum felt something but he didn't know what. He let his eyes meet Jongwoon, and he was surprised to see nothing but black. Just. Black. No emotion except aggression and something Kibum couldn't quite make out, but he didn't question it much because at this point other students were staring and he is Kim freaking Kibum and he is the greatest ever, so he can't look like he's even slightly affected.
He snatches his hand away quickly, only to glare at Jongwoon. He doesn't no what to say and he's afraid what will come out won't come out as threatning as he wants, so he pulls the other close to him, so close their chests are touching,and he brings his mouth so close to Jongwoon's ear and whispers "don't fucking touch me again", only to get a reply. A response, not backing down in this fight for dominance. "Then don't fucking mess with Jungsu again."
Was that a challenge?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: KiTeuk, Kisung
Summary: Yesung is protective, lonely and daring, Kibum is a player and Leeteuk is looking for love.
A/N: This was somehow inspire in second period as my teacher was droning on and on about sex and what not.
Kibum smiled as another girl walked away from him, squealing to her friend about how she is getting to go on a date with the Kim Kibum, and the friend scowled as she squealed to, pretending like right now she wasn't totally thinking about how much prettier she is and why she should be going on a date with Kibum, not her. He rolls his eyes. Girls are way too predictable. He turns around and barely even pays more than a second of attention to the two guys who is walking in front of him before he moves forward, pushing one slightly to make way for himself. He hadn't expected the other to turn around quickly while sporting an upset look.
He almost felt guilty when he saw glossy eyes meet his for the briefest moment, but that feeling of guilt went away when the second guy wrapped his arm around the near-tears (most likely getting ready to go through another crying fit, because those eyes are red from at least an hour of crying) guy and pulled him forward saying "don't pay any mind to him Jungsu, he's no one." "Yah, what do you mean 'no one'?" The red-eyed man "Jungsu" turned to Kibum with apologetic eyes and bowed slightly. "I'm sorry, Jongwoon didn't mean it." Kibum watched as Jungsu stood straight again and Kibum found himself looking the-more than likely-older man up and down before rolling his eyes. "I want to hear it from him."
Kibum tapped his foot and crossed his arms while not-so-patiently waited for the man named Jongwoon to apologize, in return to only get a scoff from the man and a set of eyes rolling at him. Jongwoon turned to continue to his previous destination and Kibum gritted his teeth a little, his jaw tightening in anger at the insulting behavior of the-once again, more than likely-older man. He let his eyes focus on Jungsu who was getting his wrist pulled tightly by the brown haired man, Jongwoon.
Kibum clenched his fist slightly as he saw the glossy eyed man being pulled away. Who was the other to take complete control over someone? He is not Kibum he can't make people weak in the knees just by looking at them. He can't make people get a bloody nose just by winking at them, and he most certainly can't make someone faint by kissing them. He is not Kibum. He felt himself moving on impulse and he grabbed the crying man's other wrist, and pulled the older man towards him, not even knowing himself why he couldn't just hit the other or punch him like he would to any other idiot.
Maybe it was something about the way that hand around the petitie wrist of Jungsu was loosely hanging, making sure it wouldn't hurt the crying man. Maybe it was something about the way he was looking at Jungsu, so protective. What ever it was, KIbum wanted to hurt the other, and his brain was telling him using the crying man would help.
Kibum hadn't expected a hand to tightly grab his wrist, and pull it away from Jungsu's and for a moment, Kibum felt something but he didn't know what. He let his eyes meet Jongwoon, and he was surprised to see nothing but black. Just. Black. No emotion except aggression and something Kibum couldn't quite make out, but he didn't question it much because at this point other students were staring and he is Kim freaking Kibum and he is the greatest ever, so he can't look like he's even slightly affected.
He snatches his hand away quickly, only to glare at Jongwoon. He doesn't no what to say and he's afraid what will come out won't come out as threatning as he wants, so he pulls the other close to him, so close their chests are touching,and he brings his mouth so close to Jongwoon's ear and whispers "don't fucking touch me again", only to get a reply. A response, not backing down in this fight for dominance. "Then don't fucking mess with Jungsu again."
Was that a challenge?