thousand words and devilish smile
Title: Thousand words & devilish smile
Theme: 027. Replacement
Pairing: KiChul
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG-13
WC: 1373 words
.Kibum was being the jealous and worried one, sitting on the living room’s couch unable to read or do anything else, his eyes focused on the bright digital clock in the darkness. It’s almost past midnight and Heechul wasn’t back, yet. He was worried, wanted or not.
Sometime later, when his eyes were threatening to close, he heard a faint sound of door opening and he immediately straightened up. He didn’t need to wait for long until Heechul was visible in his sight.
“Where were you, huh?” Kibum spoke lowly and slowly, being able to make Heechul to jump from fright and sudden shock.
“Shit, you scared me. Weren’t you supposed to sleep?”
“I asked where you were.”
“What where? Partying. Have a problem with that?” Heechul approached Kibum with slow steps.
“Yes. Can’t you call and tell that you’ll be late or at least where you are?”
“It’s none of your business,” Heechul indifferently shrugged his shoulders, landing his butt on the side of the couch, straddling it.
“No, it is my business.”
“Then tell me, why?” Heechul sharply turned his head at him.
“I-” Kibum stopped, understanding that he has no answer for that. “I-don’t know.”
“See then keep your mouth shut.”
“Shut up yourself,” Kibum growled, standing up.
“Why are you so angry?” Heechul asked, almost innocently eyeing Kibum whose face held no other expression than a sudden anger.
“I don’t know. Shit, and take off your shoes. They are dirty,” Kibum stomped off to his room and slam the door shut after entering.
.He wasn’t angry for long, he simply couldn’t, and soon again Heechul was all teasing and witty, commenting on almost anything, but not paying too much attention. His usual self but strangely his attention was focused mainly on Kibum. But he was usually strange and Kibum tried to don’t get too affected or captured. That plan didn’t succeed.
.And their relationship was progressing fast when there was nowhere left to hide or pretend, and the light flirt was leading to something deeper. Like if they wanted to hide anyway.
“Are we finally coming to better terms?” Heechul asked one late morning, weeks later, sleepy smile on his face.
“I guess so,” Kibum yawned loudly and ran a hand through his messy hair, stopping at the counter to get a coffee ready.
“Deadly sexy,” Heechul murmured.
“Mm? What? Did you say something?” Kibum looked back at him through his sleepy eyelids, questioning.
“Nothing, just there is something on your pants,” Heechul pointed with his finger that direction where his imagined dirtiness should be.
“Huh? where?” Kibum didn’t find anything, searched or not. By that time Heechul was already right behind him. “I didn’t see anything. Are you sure, hyung?” when he spun around, he met with Heechul smiling face just a few inches away. “What are you-” his sentence wasn’t meant to be ended when Heechul kissed him fully on lips, silencing him successfully.
Every his protest just died in his throat with HeeChul’s lips moving against his so sensually and with hand caressing his thigh.
“What was that for?”
“Mm… you looked so damn sexy,” Heechul licked his lips. “And I was testing out if you taste as good as you look. And I’m not disappointed.”
Kibum felt his cheeks reddening, what haven’t happened ever before, allowing himself a little smile.
. And when Heechul had that devilish smile on his lips, there must be a plan in his mind. Something he most probably wouldn’t like to know. Heechul would tell a thousand words (if he asked) and still come to nothing and he isn’t Heechul. He spoke short, and today wasn’t an exception.
“Come on, if you’re going to continue like this, we won’t come to anything,” Heechul whined.
“And what you want us to come to?” Kibum rolled his eyes, but then suddenly Heechul, who sat right beside him in this crowded cafeteria.
“You opening up and then right after an hour,” Heechul looked in his wristwatch to see if he wasn’t wrong. “Right, and then come back home, where for sure will be no one for some action. You know,” Heechul rested his hand on Kibum’s thigh secretly under the table and leaned in (after Kibum’s cheeks flushed red), whispering, “So perfect, you look so perfect.”
Kibum’s blush deepens against his wish, HeeChul’s hand moving up and down his thigh.
“I’ll think of your replacement if you continue to act like this,” Kibum threatened, HeeChul’s playful teasing (what he actually did always) making the blood to rush to his lower area.
“I’m sure that you won’t find anyone better than me.”
“Always so convinced,” Kibum almost murmured.
“And I know that you love me like that. Don’t you?”
“Damn, yes.”
. Days after, Heechul came to him early in the evening, climbing beside him on the bed and so sudden, out of blue, his hand taking a hold of Kibum’s, confessing, “I love you. Really.”
“I know,” he smiled and crushed him in a tight hug.
.Kibum opened his eyes, coming to realization that he’s still on HeeChul’s bed, the owner’s head using his arm as a pillow. Heechul had got him into a talk while simply lying on the bed until the gaps between their sentences grew bigger and bigger, and one moment Heechul just fell asleep. Kibum moved his head a little on side and watched his handsome face in sleep and without thinking brushed his dark hair away from his closed eyes and brushed his fingertips against his cheek.
He stopped when Heechul murmured something in his sleep and snuggled closer to Kibum’s warm body; his head moving to the crook of his neck, and Kibum wrapped his free arm around HeeChul’s waist and drift into sleep as well.
They stayed like that until the morning.
.Weeks later, Kibum was in his room, sitting on the bed, and Heechul was right beside, talking much.
“Shut your mouth up,” Kibum hissed, looking up from his book. His head already hurt from HeeChul’s rambling about this and that and a bit more about this.
“Shut me up, then,” Heechul said with a wide smirk on his handsome face.
“Huh?” Kibum sensed him to be the one challenging him here. Looked like, he’ll need to be creative to be able to get rid of this annoying man’s word flow.
“I said, shut me up because I’m not going to shut up any time soon,” he had that devilish smile on his face like laughing at Kibum that moment. He looked a bit too smug for Kibum to handle.
Kibum rolled his eyes, and Heechul started to talk again, but Kibum didn’t listen. He pulled the older man closer by collar, crushing their bodies close and kissed him on lips, hot and wanting and teasing him with that slow pace. Kibum took a good use of his tongue, surprising Heechul even deeper until he returned it, unable to do anything else. Struggling to get free was his last thought in his mind, that moment; the rationality from his side didn’t work, not at all.
After the kiss, a bit breathless Heechul spoke, “I didn’t mean that way.”
“I’m not a mind reader, you know. Besides I shut you up the way I wanted to,” Kibum moved away from Heechul, making him to lose his balance and almost to fall down on him.
“You’re doing it very well, by the way,” Heechul muttered and quickly composed his image and arranged his messed hair, stealing a glance Kibum’s way. “But I still have a lot to say, you know.”
“Nothing, any way, make any sense, when I don’t concentrate on your words but on something else,” he ran a thumb over HeeChul’s lips, hinting what these thoughts are about. HeeChul’s eyes sparkled, looking back into Kibum’s dark ones.
He made a melodic sound in his throat and threw his arms around Kibum’s, spontaneously kissing him.
.It might be a little strange kind of disaster- their relationship, the way something didn’t fit in the right places, the way they argued (Heechul mostly throwing things at him), but they couldn’t last long without each other and it’s just how it went and still goes.
Theme: 027. Replacement
Pairing: KiChul
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG-13
WC: 1373 words
.Kibum was being the jealous and worried one, sitting on the living room’s couch unable to read or do anything else, his eyes focused on the bright digital clock in the darkness. It’s almost past midnight and Heechul wasn’t back, yet. He was worried, wanted or not.
Sometime later, when his eyes were threatening to close, he heard a faint sound of door opening and he immediately straightened up. He didn’t need to wait for long until Heechul was visible in his sight.
“Where were you, huh?” Kibum spoke lowly and slowly, being able to make Heechul to jump from fright and sudden shock.
“Shit, you scared me. Weren’t you supposed to sleep?”
“I asked where you were.”
“What where? Partying. Have a problem with that?” Heechul approached Kibum with slow steps.
“Yes. Can’t you call and tell that you’ll be late or at least where you are?”
“It’s none of your business,” Heechul indifferently shrugged his shoulders, landing his butt on the side of the couch, straddling it.
“No, it is my business.”
“Then tell me, why?” Heechul sharply turned his head at him.
“I-” Kibum stopped, understanding that he has no answer for that. “I-don’t know.”
“See then keep your mouth shut.”
“Shut up yourself,” Kibum growled, standing up.
“Why are you so angry?” Heechul asked, almost innocently eyeing Kibum whose face held no other expression than a sudden anger.
“I don’t know. Shit, and take off your shoes. They are dirty,” Kibum stomped off to his room and slam the door shut after entering.
.He wasn’t angry for long, he simply couldn’t, and soon again Heechul was all teasing and witty, commenting on almost anything, but not paying too much attention. His usual self but strangely his attention was focused mainly on Kibum. But he was usually strange and Kibum tried to don’t get too affected or captured. That plan didn’t succeed.
.And their relationship was progressing fast when there was nowhere left to hide or pretend, and the light flirt was leading to something deeper. Like if they wanted to hide anyway.
“Are we finally coming to better terms?” Heechul asked one late morning, weeks later, sleepy smile on his face.
“I guess so,” Kibum yawned loudly and ran a hand through his messy hair, stopping at the counter to get a coffee ready.
“Deadly sexy,” Heechul murmured.
“Mm? What? Did you say something?” Kibum looked back at him through his sleepy eyelids, questioning.
“Nothing, just there is something on your pants,” Heechul pointed with his finger that direction where his imagined dirtiness should be.
“Huh? where?” Kibum didn’t find anything, searched or not. By that time Heechul was already right behind him. “I didn’t see anything. Are you sure, hyung?” when he spun around, he met with Heechul smiling face just a few inches away. “What are you-” his sentence wasn’t meant to be ended when Heechul kissed him fully on lips, silencing him successfully.
Every his protest just died in his throat with HeeChul’s lips moving against his so sensually and with hand caressing his thigh.
“What was that for?”
“Mm… you looked so damn sexy,” Heechul licked his lips. “And I was testing out if you taste as good as you look. And I’m not disappointed.”
Kibum felt his cheeks reddening, what haven’t happened ever before, allowing himself a little smile.
. And when Heechul had that devilish smile on his lips, there must be a plan in his mind. Something he most probably wouldn’t like to know. Heechul would tell a thousand words (if he asked) and still come to nothing and he isn’t Heechul. He spoke short, and today wasn’t an exception.
“Come on, if you’re going to continue like this, we won’t come to anything,” Heechul whined.
“And what you want us to come to?” Kibum rolled his eyes, but then suddenly Heechul, who sat right beside him in this crowded cafeteria.
“You opening up and then right after an hour,” Heechul looked in his wristwatch to see if he wasn’t wrong. “Right, and then come back home, where for sure will be no one for some action. You know,” Heechul rested his hand on Kibum’s thigh secretly under the table and leaned in (after Kibum’s cheeks flushed red), whispering, “So perfect, you look so perfect.”
Kibum’s blush deepens against his wish, HeeChul’s hand moving up and down his thigh.
“I’ll think of your replacement if you continue to act like this,” Kibum threatened, HeeChul’s playful teasing (what he actually did always) making the blood to rush to his lower area.
“I’m sure that you won’t find anyone better than me.”
“Always so convinced,” Kibum almost murmured.
“And I know that you love me like that. Don’t you?”
“Damn, yes.”
. Days after, Heechul came to him early in the evening, climbing beside him on the bed and so sudden, out of blue, his hand taking a hold of Kibum’s, confessing, “I love you. Really.”
“I know,” he smiled and crushed him in a tight hug.
.Kibum opened his eyes, coming to realization that he’s still on HeeChul’s bed, the owner’s head using his arm as a pillow. Heechul had got him into a talk while simply lying on the bed until the gaps between their sentences grew bigger and bigger, and one moment Heechul just fell asleep. Kibum moved his head a little on side and watched his handsome face in sleep and without thinking brushed his dark hair away from his closed eyes and brushed his fingertips against his cheek.
He stopped when Heechul murmured something in his sleep and snuggled closer to Kibum’s warm body; his head moving to the crook of his neck, and Kibum wrapped his free arm around HeeChul’s waist and drift into sleep as well.
They stayed like that until the morning.
.Weeks later, Kibum was in his room, sitting on the bed, and Heechul was right beside, talking much.
“Shut your mouth up,” Kibum hissed, looking up from his book. His head already hurt from HeeChul’s rambling about this and that and a bit more about this.
“Shut me up, then,” Heechul said with a wide smirk on his handsome face.
“Huh?” Kibum sensed him to be the one challenging him here. Looked like, he’ll need to be creative to be able to get rid of this annoying man’s word flow.
“I said, shut me up because I’m not going to shut up any time soon,” he had that devilish smile on his face like laughing at Kibum that moment. He looked a bit too smug for Kibum to handle.
Kibum rolled his eyes, and Heechul started to talk again, but Kibum didn’t listen. He pulled the older man closer by collar, crushing their bodies close and kissed him on lips, hot and wanting and teasing him with that slow pace. Kibum took a good use of his tongue, surprising Heechul even deeper until he returned it, unable to do anything else. Struggling to get free was his last thought in his mind, that moment; the rationality from his side didn’t work, not at all.
After the kiss, a bit breathless Heechul spoke, “I didn’t mean that way.”
“I’m not a mind reader, you know. Besides I shut you up the way I wanted to,” Kibum moved away from Heechul, making him to lose his balance and almost to fall down on him.
“You’re doing it very well, by the way,” Heechul muttered and quickly composed his image and arranged his messed hair, stealing a glance Kibum’s way. “But I still have a lot to say, you know.”
“Nothing, any way, make any sense, when I don’t concentrate on your words but on something else,” he ran a thumb over HeeChul’s lips, hinting what these thoughts are about. HeeChul’s eyes sparkled, looking back into Kibum’s dark ones.
He made a melodic sound in his throat and threw his arms around Kibum’s, spontaneously kissing him.
.It might be a little strange kind of disaster- their relationship, the way something didn’t fit in the right places, the way they argued (Heechul mostly throwing things at him), but they couldn’t last long without each other and it’s just how it went and still goes.