Just For Fun - HeeMin
100 THEMES CHALLENGE:
Theme: 8 - Locket [Heechul/Sungmin]
Title: Just For Fun
Words: 6,076
Completed: November 18th, 2011
Genre: AU, angst, angst, angst
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sungmin is in love; Heechul just needs a new fuck buddy
Lee Sungmin was not the sort to avoid jewellery.
Normal jewellery; he owned several necklaces, earrings and a few finger rings. It was nothing uncommon.
It took several weeks for anyone to notice the new staple to his bling.
~~~~~
"Hyung, is that a new chain?"
"Huh?"
Kyuhyun jabbed at Sungmin's clavicle. "I don't think I've seen that before."
Sungmin laughed, a little uneasily, though he hoped it wasn't obvious. Damn. Out of all people? Why did Kyuhyun have to notice the necklace? He'd hoped maybe someone else might have been more observant.
"Not really new," he replied, half-truthfully. He'd had it for almost four weeks, after all. "How did you even notice that, anyway? Have you memorized what all my chains look like? You creep." He grinned.
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes and reached out to grab the chain between his thumb and forefinger, taken aback when Sungmin jerked away. "The fuck? I just wanted to see the pendant."
"W-well… ah… I just, um, remembered, I had to go to the shops to grab something for Wookie, so I'll just…" he gestured with his head, grabbed some shoes and left.
Kyuhyun looked after him with a raised eyebrow, shocked, but then smirked to himself and went back to his game.
He could be patient.
~~~~~
Kim Heechul was not the sort to keep his thoughts to himself.
"SIWON! OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING DOING? Where did you learn to drive, Malaysia? YAH! Siwon! Did you see that, he almost hit us! FUCK! Slow down! THAT WAS OUR TURNOFF! TURN BACK! Fuck, no I meant at the next opportunity, not NOW!"
"Um, Chullie?" Hangeng said carefully from the back seat, trying to distract Heechul from an already flustered Siwon. "You actually can't drive any better…"
Heechul treated him to one of his best glares. "Shut up! SIWON!" he added in a screech. Siwon swerved into the turnoff to their destination - the mall - and bit his lip, trying to tune Heechul out so he could concentrate.
It wasn't easy.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Siwon asked as he stopped at the boom gate to the underground parking.
"No way. You are fucking letting me out before you fucking park," Heechul snapped, his voice nowhere near as steady as he would have liked. He climbed out of the car quickly, Hangeng practically falling out behind him, and straightened himself out. He kept what dignity he could muster as he walked away, though all he really wanted to do was fall to his knees and kiss the asphalt.
They waited at the table of a café while Siwon parked and came up to meet them, biting his lip as he smiled sheepishly. "Hey."
Heechul just glared at him. "Come on, let's go."
Siwon paled. "But I- ah… Geng-gege? Didn't you want me to go grocery shopping with you?" he almost pleaded.
Hangeng raised an eyebrow. His expression wasn't vindictive, but Siwon knew he was laughing at him inside as he felt his heart sink. "Nah, that's alright. I probably won't get as much as Heechul, he needs your help to carry bags and stuff. That would be right, right, Heechul?
Heechul nodded and grabbed Siwon by the wrist, strutting off and pulling him along behind him. He either didn't notice or ignored the desolate look Siwon shot Hangeng over their shoulders or the innocent smile Hangeng offered in return as he waved.
~~~~~
Sungmin let out a slow breath as he stepped into his car and drove away, chewing on his lip as he escaped one of his roommates' eyes.
Damn.
He kept one hand on the wheel as he fingered the necklace with the other, leading down under his shirt to the oval locket tapping against his chest as the old car bounced down the road. He nodded his head absentmindedly to the music spilling from the speakers, turning it up when he noticed himself doing it.
So perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to wear a locket…
But he wasn't going to take it off.
He wouldn't call himself superstitious, but there had to be some sort of faith there if he was going to be so stubborn to himself about it. Maybe, just maybe, the almost talisman-like necklace would help him get a bit of courage around the man.
He spent most of his trip slumped over the steering wheel and cursing the traffic, until he finally arrived at the mall and paused at the entrance, thinking before setting off. Where should he go? Ryeowook hadn't sent him out for anything, and as soon as the younger got home Kyuhyun would know. He shrugged. He was here, he may as well buy his dongsaeng roommate - the cute one, not the evil one - a present…
But first things first.
Bubble tea.
~~~~~
Siwon almost whimpered as Heechul set off with purpose towards another store, his energy seemingly still on full. He trotted obediently along after him, carrying all the bags except for Heechul's handbag. Dear god, the only thing that could possibly make this trip worse was Zhou Mi. He loved the eccentric Chinese man, but seriously. Men shouldn't love shopping that much. It was just… wrong.
He fumbled for his phone, juggling Heechul's bags as he did so, punched his thumb to a speed dial and raised it to his ear.
"Hmm?"
"Hyung, tell me you're almost finished."
"What was that?" Hangeng asked lightly, voice far too high and innocent to not be suspicious. Siwon groaned.
"I'm dying here, hyung!" he hissed, eyes on Heechul's slender back just in case he was heard. "Are you almost done with your shopping?"
"I can't hear you very well, Shi Yuan, the reception must not be very good over here."
"GE, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME PERFECTLY," Siwon almost shrieked. "Look." He would have pinched the bridge of his nose but his arms were a little occupied with not dropping Heechul's precious purchases. "I am begging, pleading, imploring you to buy ice cream or something and telling Heechul we need to get it home before it melts."
"Shi Yuan, you know that if he doesn't get it all out of his system today he's going to drag one of us out later in the week?"
"Yes…" Siwon said carefully.
"And do you really think I've forgotten that you're busy up to your ears for the next eight days?"
Siwon clenched his fist against one of the bags. Damn.
Hangeng didn't wait for a response and continued. "And you realize that if you're not there to be a second caddy, he's going to ask Zhou Mi? Who will not do any carrying and I, and probably Henry as well, will end up carting all their crap?"
"Ge…"
"Tell me, Siwon, why in the world would I subject myself to that? You're doing a great job." He said brightly.
"Ge. Hankyung. Hangeng. I will buy you anything you want if you come and save me!" the sentence started off as a plea and ended with a desperate hiss.
"Ooh, koay teow noodles are on special! See you later, Shi Yuan," Hangeng said happily.
"Han-!"
Beep.
"MaSi! What's taking so long?"
Siwon desolately re-pocketed his phone and followed after the voice of his in-all-but-name master.
~~~~~
"SUNGMIN-AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Sungmin squealed as something big and hard and desperate-sounding launched itself at him and tackle-glomped him. "Ah, hey, Siwonnie," he said when he realized what it was. "What's up?"
Siwon just pulled a face at him and Sungmin felt his heart stutter. Because where Siwon was - usually wearing that face - dragging him along was also…
"MaSi!"
Sungmin turned to the source of the call, eyes bright, something that Siwon didn't fail to notice. He sank into a convenient chair, sighing in relief in the hopes that he could take a slight reprieve while Heechul laid into some fresh blood.
But Heechul completely ignored Siwon's friend and strode to Siwon instead, dumping a bag of clothes on his lap before placing his hands on his hips. "You ran away."
"No, I just moved over here," Siwon replied, as respectfully as he could. "Because I saw Sungmin-hyung," he said pointedly, gaze shifting to the short blond. Pay attention to him, please, please, please.
Heechul cast Sungmin a disinterested glance and the blond's face fell. Siwon sighed and reached for Sungmin's bubble tea, slurping it up like alcohol. Heechul raised an eyebrow and kidnapped the cup, taking an experimental sip, nodding and taking custody of it.
A phone started ringing and Heechul reached for his, flipping it open and raising it to his face. "Hello?" he paused, listened, then smiled. "Okay~ Great! See you later." He snapped it shut again. "Geng's finished his shopping-"
Siwon's head snapped up.
"-so he'll drive it home and come pick us up afterwards."
Siwon looked like he was about to cry. Heechul casually took another sip of Sungmin's drink. "Hey, this is good."
Sungmin nodded. "It's my favourite," he said shyly, looking at Heechul's slender fingers wrapped around the plastic.
"Hmm," Heechul replied, not even turning his head to look at him. Apparently watching the bubbles slip back down the straw was much more interesting than Sungmin. Siwon grabbed Sungmin's shirt and tugged him down onto the chair next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders to lean in and place his lips close to his ear.
"Save me!"
Sungmin blinked, fingers unconsciously rising to fiddle with his necklace.
Heechul shrugged and sat down across from them at the table. "Wonnie, I'm hungry."
Oh, how tempting it was to just say "And…?" but Siwon knew that would be far more trouble than it was worth and he got to his feet. "What do you want?"
"Bulgogi."
Siwon repressed a sigh at the carelessly informal language. "Did you want something too, Sungmin-ah?"
Sungmin shook his head, doe eyes wide and perfect bow lips pursing. He glanced at the drink Heechul had by now almost finished, since it had been already half-empty when Siwon took it. Siwon noticed his gaze. "Uh… sorry about that. I'll get you another one."
"Don't worry about it," Sungmin replied softly, watching Heechul instead. Siwon shrugged and went off to buy Heechul's food.
Sungmin and the arrogant diva sat in silence, Sungmin chewing on his lip and thinking of a possible way to start a conversation, and Heechul fiddling with the top of the bubble tea cup in between sips.
Sungmin sighed and reached for the cup, intending to take it back, when Heechul removed his hand from it to inspect one of his purchases.
"YAH!"
Sungmin jumped and jerked his hand back, eyes wide. "What!?" he yelped.
"What are you doing?"
"I just… ah… wanted a sip?" Sungmin said, almost asked.
Heechul glared. "Then ask for one!" he snapped.
Sungmin's eyes widened and he stared for a moment before nodding quickly. "I'm… sorry." There was a short pause. "So… ah… could I possibly…?"
Heechul sighed and shoved the cup at him. "Fine."
Sungmin smiled and sucked up the strawberry bubble tea, careful not to finish it in case Heechul flipped out at him, trying not to think about the fact that Heechul's lips and tongue had previously been touching that straw. Rather, he told himself that he was trying not to think about it in a pathetic excuse to think about it more.
Bi-bi-bi-beep beep~
Sungmin jumped and pulled his phone from his pocket, reading the text message of two words.
So whipped. ¬_¬
His head snapped up and scanned the crowd in the food court, but couldn't catch sight of the one responsible for the comment. He gritted his teeth as he replied.
I am not. And stop stalking me you Canadian creep.
I'm not stalking you. I just know what's going on.
Oh? And how is that?
I have my ways.
Is it a webcam you somehow attached to my shirt button?
Maybe.
Goddammit you brat, stop hanging out with Kyuhyun! And where are you!? D8<
That's for me to know and you to find out >;)
Sungmin growled in frustration, scanning the crowd once again. Heechul drummed his fingers on the table. "Where is that horse?" he muttered to himself.
"So, um," Sungmin said hesitantly, deciding to abandon his search for Henry (who had probably gone, or at least hidden by now, and Sungmin didn't particularly feel like chasing him around the mall on a Saturday afternoon) and strike up a conversation with the older man, "You're an MC?"
Heechul turned his head to look at him, eyes roaming him judgingly before he replied. "Yes, that's right."
Sungmin toyed with the knee of his jeans under the table. "I saw you on SBS yesterday…" he tried again.
Heechul, unimpressed, let out a noise that clearly implied 'of course you did, what, as if I'm easy to miss.'
Sungmin sighed, staying with them as Siwon returned with food; and despite originally not wanting anything, stealing some of Siwon's mandu.
Because, of course, neither of them dared touch Heechul's food.
~~~~~
"Sungminnie-hyung?"
Sungmin let out a grunt of acknowledgement, face in his pillow. He heard Ryeowook close the door and cross the room, sitting down on the mattress beside him. "Are you alright?"
Sungmin rolled onto his side. "Yeah," he said convincingly. "Why? Oh, I got you something." He opened the drawer on the nightstand and grabbed his present, handing it to the younger man. Ryeowook's eyes lit up at the phone mobile with little giraffes of varying sizes hanging off it.
"Hyung, it's so cute! I love it! Thank you," he gushed, then sobered again. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter."
Ryeowook rolled his eyes. "Why do you let him treat you like that?"
Sungmin propped himself up on his elbow. "Have you been talking to Henry?"
Ryeowook blushed. "That's not important! So… why?"
Sungmin sighed and plopped back down again. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hyung."
Sungmin said nothing. Ryeowook knelt down next to the bed, resting his elbows on the mattress and dropping his chin onto his forearms. He stared at Sungmin, catching his gaze and refusing to blink until the elder looked away uneasily.
"He's terrible to you, why do you like him?"
"Because I do, Ryeowook," Sungmin groaned, rubbing his face.
"Hyung, is… is that a locket?"
Sungmin's eyes snapped open and he wrapped his fist around the necklace he was wearing. "No."
"Aish, hyung…"
"Nngh, you're such an annoying dongsaeng. Go away."
Ryeowook pretended to be offended. "I'm an annoying dongsaeng? What about Kyuhyun! Or Henry! Or Donghae-hyung!"
Sungmin gave him a strange look. "You love all of them."
"But they're still annoying. Besides, you love me."
Sungmin rolled his eyes. "Shoo!"
Ryeowook pouted and got to his feet, frowning. "You shouldn't, hyung. You should find someone who'll love you properly, that's what you deserve." He sighed. "Thank you for the gift."
~~~~~
Sungmin groaned in his sleep and rolled over, away from the wall, clutching tighter at the pillow he had in his arms. His upper half felt cold, bringing him just out of slumber into a state of semiconsciousness that had him thick and drowsy.
"Fish," he said distinctly between a string of incomprehensible mumbles.
Something tickled. Something was mu-u-uch colder than it should be. Just under his chin, if the conscious portion of his brain was not mistaken.
"Kyu… what are you doing…?" he murmured, eyes fluttering half-open.
Kyuhyun hummed softly in reply, a light lullaby, and Sungmin felt his eyelids droop again.
No, no, no, wait. As lovely as Kyuhyun's voice was, it should not be in his room.
"KYUHYUN!" he shrieked, or would have if his voice wasn't all crackly from sleep, jerking backwards against the wall. "What are you doing!?"
Kyuhyun said nothing, knowing that if he just stayed still Sungmin would take it to be a dream and just fall back asleep.
Goddamn complications.
The door crashed open and Ryeowook flew in, looking panicked. "Hyung! Is everything okay!?"
Ryeowook's high voice and the sound of the door hitting the wall woke Sungmin up completely. He sat up groggily, rubbing his face with both hands. "Why… is everyone in my room?" he asked carefully.
"I… I heard you yell," Ryeowook replied, glancing suspiciously at Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun reached over and flicked on the lamp, lunging for Sungmin and snatching his necklace as his hyungs yelped and shied from the blinding light.
"What are you- YAH! You brat!" Sungmin cried, lunging back at the cackling Kyuhyun who scooted backwards out of his reach.
He flicked the locket open before either of the older men could stop him and his cackle turned into peals of laughter.
Sungmin jumped on him and wrested it back, face bright red. "Shut up! Shut up!"
Kyuhyun wiped his eyes. "No, no, this is too good. You sleep with that?"
Ryeowook just sighed as Sungmin bit his lip hard and Kyuhyun reached for his pocket.
"Ah, Kyuhyunnie, why are you still dressed? It's three in the morning."
Sungmin scoffed. "He was probably playing StarCraft and forgot to change. Hey, what are you doing? Don't you fucking dare, you-!" he squealed, jumping onto Kyuhyun again and attempting to confiscate his phone as the younger frantically started typing.
~~~~~
"Hey, Seasoning," Heechul said to one of the men sitting beside him on the couch, "What do you think this means?"
Zhou Mi leant over and tilted the screen of Heechul's phone so he could read it properly.
HYUNG! Lol min=hwong''s toftafly got e crughsljkdfush at younnnng,, BIIIIIGHHHHKJE TAINNG#fd876 XDDDDDD
He blinked.
"How should I know?"
"Siwon! Do you understand this?"
Siwon raised an eyebrow. "No."
"Well try harder!"
Siwon rolled his eyes and took the phone, jumping when it buzzed in his fingers. Knowing the person calling, he answered it. "Hello?"
"Hyung! Hyung, hyung, hyung!" a cackle sounded down the line. "Sungmin-hyung-" Ow! Let go! Stop it! Hang up this instant! OW! "Sungmin-hyung has-" Let go of my hair! Get your foot out of my crotch you- KEEP YOUR LEGS TO YOURSELF! Keep your legs to YOURself! Yah! You just punched Wookie in the face! Hyung! Kyuhyun-ah! "-a photo of you-" OW!
"Kyuhyun, it's Siwon."
"Oh what? Siwon?" Kyuhyun snapped irritably. "Hand me over to- Argngh… -Heechul-hyung, would you?"
"Don't hand over the phone, Siwon! I'll kill you if you give Heechul-hyung the phone! Kyuhyun, get your hands off my-!"
"OW!"
"What are you guys doing? No, don't tell me, I don't want to know," Siwon sighed. "Goodbye."
"No, Siwon, pass me to-!"
Beep.
"Dammit!"
"HA!" Sungmin yelled triumphantly, snatching the phone and holding it to his chest, smirking.
"Give it back," Kyuhyun sighed.
"No."
"Hyung!"
Sungmin jerked his eyebrows and dropped the phone into his boxers, somewhere not even Kyuhyun would try to retrieve it.
"Hyung!" Ryeowook yelped at the same time Kyuhyun let out a revolted noise.
"Ugh, that's disgusting."
Sungmin shrugged and got back into bed. "That's what you get for pulling a stunt like that."
Kyuhyun's eyes narrowed and he darted forward, grabbing Sungmin's phone from the nightstand. Sungmin chuckled. "I don't have Heechul-hyung's number, you know."
Kyuhyun just tapped the keys a few times and smirked. Sungmin only had a moment to feel scared - Kyuhyun's smirk tended to do that to him - before the younger's phone started buzzing violently in his pants.
Even Ryeowook chuckled quietly as Sungmin scrambled over his bed, hands fumbling to remove the phone.
"Cho Kyuhyun I will kill you! You will die a slow and painful death!" Sungmin yelled, pegging the mobile at the younger, who scrambled away from it. He didn't want to pick up, let alone hold to his face, something that had touched Sungmin's penis. Thank you very much.
Ryeowook let out an impatient sound, cut off by a yawn. "Goodnight, hyung, Kyuhyun-ah," he sighed. "I'm going back to bed."
~~~~~
"Sungmin-hyung? Um, is everything okay?" Siwon asked concernedly Monday at work.
"Everything is just peachy," Sungmin replied from his own desk, scrawling something so hard it embossed the paper seven sheets underneath it. "Why do you ask?"
"Well you were having a physical fight with Kyuhyun-ah and Ryeowook-ah at 3AM this morning."
Sungmin shrugged. "It doesn't matter."
"Okay…" Siwon sighed. "What was it about, anyway?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Sungmin muttered through gritted teeth, silently planning Kyuhyun's demise. Again. "Hey, Siwon…"
"Yes?"
"Does Heechul-ssi have a girlfriend?"
Siwon's eyes flew upwards and he coughed. "Not that I know of," he said carefully. Although, he wished that his hyung did have a girlfriend, then perhaps he wouldn't be the one getting dragged off to every single store in Seoul.
"Does he… does he have a boyfriend?"
Siwon choked on his own breath. "N-no. I think. But I… I wouldn't know anything about that." He swallowed and his eyebrows returned to his face. "Why?"
"No reason."
"Uh-huh."
~~~~~
"Heechul-ssi?"
Heechul looked over and his arrogant gaze landed on Sungmin. "Oh… you. What are you doing here?"
Sungmin felt his heart sink. "Ah… Siwonnie has to work late so… I'm going to take you home."
Heechul paused then shrugged. "Whatever." He picked up his bags. "Let's go."
Sungmin nodded and led Heechul over to his car. Heechul carelessly threw his things into the backseat and climbed in, not even sparing Sungmin a glance. "So, why you and not Hankyung?"
Sungmin's grip tightened on the wheel as he pulled out onto the street. "Well, I was just about to leave, so Siwon-ah asked me first and I said yes so I guess he decided not to call Hankyung-hyung…"
"Hm." Heechul grunted in reply.
They continued driving in complete silence, Sungmin afraid to turn on some music in case Heechul wanted quiet or disapproved of his music choices or something. He swallowed instead and kept his eyes on the road.
"Turn here."
"Eh?" that wasn't where Sungmin had been told to go.
"What are you, stupid? Turn here," Heechul repeated.
"Okay…" Sungmin turned obediently. "Um… where are we going?"
Heechul turned to him and smiled at him for the first time, though it was more of a smirk. "Sungmin, wasn't it?"
"Yes…?" Sungmin confirmed, heart stuttering at Heechul's expression.
"Have you ever been to the Cube?"
~~~~~
The Cube was, apparently, a club. A very out-of-the-way club hidden behind a very uninviting small door that normally, Sungmin wouldn't have glanced at twice.
"Heechul-ssi… it's Monday night."
Heechul shrugged. "So? Don't drink, then."
"Why are we here?"
"Because," Heechul said and smiled, "Siwon is a killjoy and you seem like someone much more interested in night life. Am I wrong?"
How could Sungmin disagree with this man? He shook his head. "Fine."
"Good, now take that tie off and- no, you now what? Just get your ass in here and you can change inside."
Sungmin was waiting where Heechul had told him to stay put when the older man returned with clothes. Sungmin opened his mouth to ask where he'd gotten them but changed his mind and just took them silently. Heechul pointed to the bathrooms. "Be quick, I'll only wait so long."
Sungmin hurried off and stumbled into a bathroom cubicle, surprised by the room. Unlike what he expected, the bathroom was actually quite clean and nice, and the cubicles were spacious. Apparently the club was well taken care of.
He tried to change quickly, really. But the clothes Heechul had obtained were a bit small and Sungmin pouted when realizing the MC had probably overestimated his shortness. He leant against the wall and tried to shimmy into the tight black pants, finally managing it after several bumps and rattling of the entire row of stalls. He got into the shirt quickly relatively to the pants and hurried back out, relieved to find Heechul where he'd left him, looking impatient.
"Finally," he sighed, grabbing Sungmin's clothes and disappearing. Sungmin groaned inwardly, wondering if he should wait or if Heechul had just abandoned him. He decided to wait, just for a little while, and smiled when Heechul returned to him once again.
"Where are my clothes?"
Heechul waved a hand flippantly. "You'll get them back, don't worry," he scoffed and looked him up and down, nodding appreciatively. "Hmm, not bad." He raised his hands to Sungmin's hair and ruffled it, styling it into a mess. "Now come on, I'm going to get a drink."
Heechul was a horny drunk. Part of Sungmin was telling him that he really hadn't had that much to drink and he should probably stop this, preferably now, but he ignored it and just moaned against Heechul's tongue as it attacked his own. He let the older man do whatever he wanted, his long fingers roaming under his torn shirt; let him push him outside and just willingly submitted himself as Heechul pounded him into the alley wall, the rough brick scraping his back as he moaned in ecstasy.
~~~~~
"Siwonnie, I'm going off to lunch," Sungmin announced.
"Fine," Siwon replied, still miffed at Sungmin finally dragging home a drunk and very, very grouchy Heechul.
Sungmin bit his lip, but just sighed and left. He knew he didn't have a lot of time if he wanted to get back to his office before lunch was over.
~~~~~
"Heechul-ssi is shooting at the moment, but I'll let him know that you're here to see him when he's done. It shouldn't be long."
Sungmin thanked the girl and sat down to wait, looking up and smiling when Heechul finally emerged.
"Yeah, what is it?" he asked shortly, using his phone as a mirror as he fixed his hair.
Sungmin swallowed and suddenly didn't feel so sure of himself anymore. "I… I wondered if you wanted to have lunch with me?"
Heechul eyed him. "I don't have time for much. My official lunch break's not scheduled until two."
"Well, maybe something quick then, hyung?" Sungmin suggested hopefully.
"Hyung?" Heechul repeated. "Since when did you-" he stopped short and comprehension flashed briefly across his face. "Did I fuck you last night?"
Sungmin bit his lip and glanced around for potential eavesdroppers before nodding.
"Wow, I must have been really drunk…" Heechul took a moment to see Sungmin's shocked and hurt expression then continued. "…I don't remember anything." He smirked and grabbed the younger man's wrist, dragging him off down a corridor.
Sungmin let out no protest, confused, and only had time to register that the room they turned into was a bathroom before he had the life kissed out of him. He felt one of Heechul's hands on the back of his head while the other locked the stall behind them; felt Heechul quickly fumble with the front of his pants and jerk them open.
His cries were muffled in Heechul's palm and his own hands were braced on the wall above the toilet as he closed his eyes and let the older man fuck him silly.
~~~~~
Sungmin sighed and leant against the sink, biting his lip at the throbbing pain in his ass. Heechul had left the moment they'd finished, pecking him briefly on the lips before zipping himself up, washing his hands and going back to his filming. Sungmin could feel the cum inside him and knew it was going to be hellishly uncomfortable for the rest of the day since there was nothing he could do about it. He sighed, raised his gaze to his reflection and tried to make himself look as though he hadn't just had rough, mindless sex in the men's bathroom of a filming studio.
~~~~~
"Hey, Ryeowookie…" Sungmin began hesitantly over coffee.
"Yes, hyung?" Ryeowook replied easily, raising his eyebrows.
Sungmin turned his cup around in his hands. "I'm sleeping with Heechul."
Ryeowook choked and spat some of his own drink back into his cup. "What? You… he… dating?" he spluttered.
Sungmin shook his head quickly. "No, not dating. Just… sleeping together."
Ryeowook paused at that, eyeing Sungmin across the table. "For how long?" he finally asked quietly.
"A few weeks."
"Hyung…" Ryeowook sighed. "Does he like you?" he questioned tentatively.
Sungmin shrugged. "You've seen how he acts when we're with other people… maybe not."
"But you love him, hyung."
"I know that."
Ryeowook rounded the table and hugged Sungmin's shoulders, letting out a long sigh as he buried his face in his hair. "You're going to get hurt," he murmured, muffled by Sungmin's shoulder.
"He says my name," Sungmin argued, only slightly embarrassed. "He… holds me at night, Wookie."
"It's not right," Ryeowook slipped into the chair next to him and grabbed Sungmin's hands. "Please, please don't do this."
"Ryeowook, I can take care of myself," Sungmin replied, pulling his hands away. "It's… it's Heechul, Wookie! You know how much I've wanted this."
Ryeowook said nothing but shook his head.
Sungmin finished his drink and stood up. "I'm headed over there now."
Ryeowook just stared at his knees as Sungmin rinsed his mug, grabbed his coat and keys and left the house, the lock clicking behind him. He didn't move until Sungmin was long gone, eyes brimming in concern.
~~~~~
"Do you wear that all the time?" Heechul asked casually as he pulled Sungmin's shirt open and saw the familiar pendant lying against his chest.
Sungmin nodded wordlessly and that was enough for Heechul, the thought leaving his mind as he pushed the shirt off the younger man's shoulders and sucked at his throat. Sungmin moaned, fingers tangled in Heechul's hair, hooking one leg around Heechul's hips.
Heechul chuckled and the sound - along with the vibrations against his neck - made Sungmin shiver in delight. "You taste good, Sungmin-ah," Heechul purred, trailing his tongue up Sungmin's throat to his jaw and flicking at his earlobe. Sungmin moaned in response, language gone.
Heechul shoved him roughly against the wall and smirked, glittering eyes meeting Sungmin's. "Do you wanna taste me too, hmm?"
Sungmin got the hint immediately and fell to his knees, all too eagerly helping Heechul out of his pants and working his mouth down there while Heechul stroked his hair and moaned appreciatively.
Sungmin thought Heechul did taste good, because it was Heechul, and all his to taste. He wondered what the real deal tasted like and if he would be able to swallow it as surely as he thought he could, but now wasn't the time to try it out because he wanted to get fucked and if Heechul came then that wasn't going to happen.
He stood up and pushed Heechul backwards, towards the bed, so they could continue more comfortably.
Heechul raised an eyebrow, hands remaining in Sungmin's hair and nails digging into his scalp. "You don't want me to fuck you into the wall, Sungminnie? You don't want to make the door rattle in its frame while I hammer you against it?"
"No," Sungmin retorted, "I want your bedposts to dent the wall. I want you to fuck me so hard they go right through the plaster."
"Oh, you slut," Heechul moaned, spinning Sungmin around, throwing him down on the bed and kneeling over his head so he could continue sucking. "Or how about you ride me so the bed moves across the floor?"
Sungmin moaned right back around his mouthful, making Heechul gasp in pleasure. He jerked his hips a little and Sungmin's eyes flew open in surprise, flicking up to the older man's face. Heechul smirked and reached behind him, roughly shoving two dry fingers into Sungmin's body.
Sungmin keened and jerked, his teeth scraping Heechul painfully. Heechul hissed and narrowed his eyes, pulling out quickly. Sungmin whimpered and gasped, Heechul pumping his fingers and rubbing his cock over his face, tongue poking out to caress the member as it passed his lips, leaving precum and his own saliva all over his cheeks.
"Shall I take you now?" Heechul suggested, shifting to hover over Sungmin on all fours and pin his wrists to the mattress above his head. "Maybe next time we can go completely raw."
Another whimper escaped Sungmin's throat but his hips jerked up, which Heechul took as a yes. He slid his knees between Sungmin's thighs and pushed them apart, lining their bodies up and thrusting in sharply.
Sungmin screamed and Heechul heard the pleasure in it, moaning passionately as he fucked his lover until they collapsed in exhaustion.
Sungmin sighed and groaned and closed his eyes, boneless on the mattress as Heechul's long fingers trailed over his chest. He didn't even notice Heechul take his locket and inspect it until he heard it snap shut again. His eyes flew open and he looked over to see Heechul smirking lazily at him.
He opened his mouth but no sound came out and he turned over, pressing a pillow to his face to hide his furious blush. Heechul snickered and shifted closer, pressing light kisses to Sungmin's hickey-marked shoulder and neck. Sungmin let himself relax as Heechul wrapped his arms around his waist, sighed contentedly into the nape of his neck and fell asleep.
~~~~~
Sungmin woke up to a really, really good smell. He clambered out of bed, carefully so as not to wake Heechul, who would not appreciate it, and stifled groans of pain as he pulled on his clothes. He opened the door and headed out into the main room, surprised to find Hankyung over the stove, cooking breakfast.
"Um… hello," he said awkwardly, as the older turned around and he was caught. Hankyung smiled easily and returned the greeting. Sungmin wandered closer, aware that he probably smelled terrible and didn't look much better in his day-old clothes and freshly fucked body.
"Do you want to stay for breakfast? Or did you need to get going?" the Chinese man asked comfortably, starting to grab plates.
"O-oh… I, ah…"
"You're welcome to stay," Hankyung shrugged. "I made enough for you just in case."
Sungmin went even redder. "Um, thanks. Okay then, sure." It smelled really good and he was pretty hungry. He leant against the counter and watched his hyung, completely at a loss to what to talk about. Fortunately, Hankyung just hummed to himself and seemed perfectly content to just finish his cooking in silence.
After much coaxing and begging on Sungmin's part, and threatening on Hankyung's, they managed to convince Heechul to get out of bed and come to breakfast. He practically inhaled it, barely noticing Sungmin's presence there.
Sungmin left while Heechul was showering, deciding that he really, really needed clean clothes.
~~~~~
"Sungmin?"
Sungmin rolled over, face inches from Heechul's. "Yes?"
Heechul even looked vaguely uncomfortable as he raised his hand between them and grasped hold of Sungmin's locket. "What do you think we are?" he asked delicately.
Sungmin stiffened, feeling his heart freeze. He searched Heechul's face intently for a long time.
"Lovers?" he suggested weakly.
"Do you love me?"
Sungmin paused again. The silence in the room was thick and he felt like he was drowning.
Finally, he nodded mutely.
Heechul sighed and rolled away, pressing Sungmin's locket back to his chest.
Sungmin felt Heechul poke his heart and have it fall into a million tiny icy shards.
"Sungmin, we're just exclusive fuck buddies," Heechul informed him, tone gentle and words harsh.
Sungmin swallowed and sat up, silhouetted by the moonlight shining in. He pushed the blankets down slowly, stood up and climbed over Heechul onto the floor. "I should go," he said, as he collected his clothes, his ass reminding him with every movement of the bliss he'd felt just minutes ago.
Heechul reached out and grabbed his wrist, jerking him close and touching his lips to his jaw. "Are you going to come back?"
Sungmin mumbled out something incoherent and hurried out.
~~~~~
Ryeowook waited by the door since the second he saw Sungmin's headlights turning onto their street. Sungmin pushed roughly past him but didn't get far before Ryeowook's thin arms were wrapped tightly around his waist.
He'd known it was coming. Of course he had, deep down he knew it was coming. Ryeowook knew it was coming. Siwon and Hankyung and Henry knew it was coming. Everyone knew it was coming.
"Are you going to come back?"
Yes, yes, Heechul.
He wrapped his fingers around the warm metal of his locket.
He knew he was going to go back.
Theme: 8 - Locket [Heechul/Sungmin]
Title: Just For Fun
Words: 6,076
Completed: November 18th, 2011
Genre: AU, angst, angst, angst
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sungmin is in love; Heechul just needs a new fuck buddy
Lee Sungmin was not the sort to avoid jewellery.
Normal jewellery; he owned several necklaces, earrings and a few finger rings. It was nothing uncommon.
It took several weeks for anyone to notice the new staple to his bling.
~~~~~
"Hyung, is that a new chain?"
"Huh?"
Kyuhyun jabbed at Sungmin's clavicle. "I don't think I've seen that before."
Sungmin laughed, a little uneasily, though he hoped it wasn't obvious. Damn. Out of all people? Why did Kyuhyun have to notice the necklace? He'd hoped maybe someone else might have been more observant.
"Not really new," he replied, half-truthfully. He'd had it for almost four weeks, after all. "How did you even notice that, anyway? Have you memorized what all my chains look like? You creep." He grinned.
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes and reached out to grab the chain between his thumb and forefinger, taken aback when Sungmin jerked away. "The fuck? I just wanted to see the pendant."
"W-well… ah… I just, um, remembered, I had to go to the shops to grab something for Wookie, so I'll just…" he gestured with his head, grabbed some shoes and left.
Kyuhyun looked after him with a raised eyebrow, shocked, but then smirked to himself and went back to his game.
He could be patient.
~~~~~
Kim Heechul was not the sort to keep his thoughts to himself.
"SIWON! OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING DOING? Where did you learn to drive, Malaysia? YAH! Siwon! Did you see that, he almost hit us! FUCK! Slow down! THAT WAS OUR TURNOFF! TURN BACK! Fuck, no I meant at the next opportunity, not NOW!"
"Um, Chullie?" Hangeng said carefully from the back seat, trying to distract Heechul from an already flustered Siwon. "You actually can't drive any better…"
Heechul treated him to one of his best glares. "Shut up! SIWON!" he added in a screech. Siwon swerved into the turnoff to their destination - the mall - and bit his lip, trying to tune Heechul out so he could concentrate.
It wasn't easy.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Siwon asked as he stopped at the boom gate to the underground parking.
"No way. You are fucking letting me out before you fucking park," Heechul snapped, his voice nowhere near as steady as he would have liked. He climbed out of the car quickly, Hangeng practically falling out behind him, and straightened himself out. He kept what dignity he could muster as he walked away, though all he really wanted to do was fall to his knees and kiss the asphalt.
They waited at the table of a café while Siwon parked and came up to meet them, biting his lip as he smiled sheepishly. "Hey."
Heechul just glared at him. "Come on, let's go."
Siwon paled. "But I- ah… Geng-gege? Didn't you want me to go grocery shopping with you?" he almost pleaded.
Hangeng raised an eyebrow. His expression wasn't vindictive, but Siwon knew he was laughing at him inside as he felt his heart sink. "Nah, that's alright. I probably won't get as much as Heechul, he needs your help to carry bags and stuff. That would be right, right, Heechul?
Heechul nodded and grabbed Siwon by the wrist, strutting off and pulling him along behind him. He either didn't notice or ignored the desolate look Siwon shot Hangeng over their shoulders or the innocent smile Hangeng offered in return as he waved.
~~~~~
Sungmin let out a slow breath as he stepped into his car and drove away, chewing on his lip as he escaped one of his roommates' eyes.
Damn.
He kept one hand on the wheel as he fingered the necklace with the other, leading down under his shirt to the oval locket tapping against his chest as the old car bounced down the road. He nodded his head absentmindedly to the music spilling from the speakers, turning it up when he noticed himself doing it.
So perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to wear a locket…
But he wasn't going to take it off.
He wouldn't call himself superstitious, but there had to be some sort of faith there if he was going to be so stubborn to himself about it. Maybe, just maybe, the almost talisman-like necklace would help him get a bit of courage around the man.
He spent most of his trip slumped over the steering wheel and cursing the traffic, until he finally arrived at the mall and paused at the entrance, thinking before setting off. Where should he go? Ryeowook hadn't sent him out for anything, and as soon as the younger got home Kyuhyun would know. He shrugged. He was here, he may as well buy his dongsaeng roommate - the cute one, not the evil one - a present…
But first things first.
Bubble tea.
~~~~~
Siwon almost whimpered as Heechul set off with purpose towards another store, his energy seemingly still on full. He trotted obediently along after him, carrying all the bags except for Heechul's handbag. Dear god, the only thing that could possibly make this trip worse was Zhou Mi. He loved the eccentric Chinese man, but seriously. Men shouldn't love shopping that much. It was just… wrong.
He fumbled for his phone, juggling Heechul's bags as he did so, punched his thumb to a speed dial and raised it to his ear.
"Hmm?"
"Hyung, tell me you're almost finished."
"What was that?" Hangeng asked lightly, voice far too high and innocent to not be suspicious. Siwon groaned.
"I'm dying here, hyung!" he hissed, eyes on Heechul's slender back just in case he was heard. "Are you almost done with your shopping?"
"I can't hear you very well, Shi Yuan, the reception must not be very good over here."
"GE, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME PERFECTLY," Siwon almost shrieked. "Look." He would have pinched the bridge of his nose but his arms were a little occupied with not dropping Heechul's precious purchases. "I am begging, pleading, imploring you to buy ice cream or something and telling Heechul we need to get it home before it melts."
"Shi Yuan, you know that if he doesn't get it all out of his system today he's going to drag one of us out later in the week?"
"Yes…" Siwon said carefully.
"And do you really think I've forgotten that you're busy up to your ears for the next eight days?"
Siwon clenched his fist against one of the bags. Damn.
Hangeng didn't wait for a response and continued. "And you realize that if you're not there to be a second caddy, he's going to ask Zhou Mi? Who will not do any carrying and I, and probably Henry as well, will end up carting all their crap?"
"Ge…"
"Tell me, Siwon, why in the world would I subject myself to that? You're doing a great job." He said brightly.
"Ge. Hankyung. Hangeng. I will buy you anything you want if you come and save me!" the sentence started off as a plea and ended with a desperate hiss.
"Ooh, koay teow noodles are on special! See you later, Shi Yuan," Hangeng said happily.
"Han-!"
Beep.
"MaSi! What's taking so long?"
Siwon desolately re-pocketed his phone and followed after the voice of his in-all-but-name master.
~~~~~
"SUNGMIN-AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Sungmin squealed as something big and hard and desperate-sounding launched itself at him and tackle-glomped him. "Ah, hey, Siwonnie," he said when he realized what it was. "What's up?"
Siwon just pulled a face at him and Sungmin felt his heart stutter. Because where Siwon was - usually wearing that face - dragging him along was also…
"MaSi!"
Sungmin turned to the source of the call, eyes bright, something that Siwon didn't fail to notice. He sank into a convenient chair, sighing in relief in the hopes that he could take a slight reprieve while Heechul laid into some fresh blood.
But Heechul completely ignored Siwon's friend and strode to Siwon instead, dumping a bag of clothes on his lap before placing his hands on his hips. "You ran away."
"No, I just moved over here," Siwon replied, as respectfully as he could. "Because I saw Sungmin-hyung," he said pointedly, gaze shifting to the short blond. Pay attention to him, please, please, please.
Heechul cast Sungmin a disinterested glance and the blond's face fell. Siwon sighed and reached for Sungmin's bubble tea, slurping it up like alcohol. Heechul raised an eyebrow and kidnapped the cup, taking an experimental sip, nodding and taking custody of it.
A phone started ringing and Heechul reached for his, flipping it open and raising it to his face. "Hello?" he paused, listened, then smiled. "Okay~ Great! See you later." He snapped it shut again. "Geng's finished his shopping-"
Siwon's head snapped up.
"-so he'll drive it home and come pick us up afterwards."
Siwon looked like he was about to cry. Heechul casually took another sip of Sungmin's drink. "Hey, this is good."
Sungmin nodded. "It's my favourite," he said shyly, looking at Heechul's slender fingers wrapped around the plastic.
"Hmm," Heechul replied, not even turning his head to look at him. Apparently watching the bubbles slip back down the straw was much more interesting than Sungmin. Siwon grabbed Sungmin's shirt and tugged him down onto the chair next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders to lean in and place his lips close to his ear.
"Save me!"
Sungmin blinked, fingers unconsciously rising to fiddle with his necklace.
Heechul shrugged and sat down across from them at the table. "Wonnie, I'm hungry."
Oh, how tempting it was to just say "And…?" but Siwon knew that would be far more trouble than it was worth and he got to his feet. "What do you want?"
"Bulgogi."
Siwon repressed a sigh at the carelessly informal language. "Did you want something too, Sungmin-ah?"
Sungmin shook his head, doe eyes wide and perfect bow lips pursing. He glanced at the drink Heechul had by now almost finished, since it had been already half-empty when Siwon took it. Siwon noticed his gaze. "Uh… sorry about that. I'll get you another one."
"Don't worry about it," Sungmin replied softly, watching Heechul instead. Siwon shrugged and went off to buy Heechul's food.
Sungmin and the arrogant diva sat in silence, Sungmin chewing on his lip and thinking of a possible way to start a conversation, and Heechul fiddling with the top of the bubble tea cup in between sips.
Sungmin sighed and reached for the cup, intending to take it back, when Heechul removed his hand from it to inspect one of his purchases.
"YAH!"
Sungmin jumped and jerked his hand back, eyes wide. "What!?" he yelped.
"What are you doing?"
"I just… ah… wanted a sip?" Sungmin said, almost asked.
Heechul glared. "Then ask for one!" he snapped.
Sungmin's eyes widened and he stared for a moment before nodding quickly. "I'm… sorry." There was a short pause. "So… ah… could I possibly…?"
Heechul sighed and shoved the cup at him. "Fine."
Sungmin smiled and sucked up the strawberry bubble tea, careful not to finish it in case Heechul flipped out at him, trying not to think about the fact that Heechul's lips and tongue had previously been touching that straw. Rather, he told himself that he was trying not to think about it in a pathetic excuse to think about it more.
Bi-bi-bi-beep beep~
Sungmin jumped and pulled his phone from his pocket, reading the text message of two words.
So whipped. ¬_¬
His head snapped up and scanned the crowd in the food court, but couldn't catch sight of the one responsible for the comment. He gritted his teeth as he replied.
I am not. And stop stalking me you Canadian creep.
I'm not stalking you. I just know what's going on.
Oh? And how is that?
I have my ways.
Is it a webcam you somehow attached to my shirt button?
Maybe.
Goddammit you brat, stop hanging out with Kyuhyun! And where are you!? D8<
That's for me to know and you to find out >;)
Sungmin growled in frustration, scanning the crowd once again. Heechul drummed his fingers on the table. "Where is that horse?" he muttered to himself.
"So, um," Sungmin said hesitantly, deciding to abandon his search for Henry (who had probably gone, or at least hidden by now, and Sungmin didn't particularly feel like chasing him around the mall on a Saturday afternoon) and strike up a conversation with the older man, "You're an MC?"
Heechul turned his head to look at him, eyes roaming him judgingly before he replied. "Yes, that's right."
Sungmin toyed with the knee of his jeans under the table. "I saw you on SBS yesterday…" he tried again.
Heechul, unimpressed, let out a noise that clearly implied 'of course you did, what, as if I'm easy to miss.'
Sungmin sighed, staying with them as Siwon returned with food; and despite originally not wanting anything, stealing some of Siwon's mandu.
Because, of course, neither of them dared touch Heechul's food.
~~~~~
"Sungminnie-hyung?"
Sungmin let out a grunt of acknowledgement, face in his pillow. He heard Ryeowook close the door and cross the room, sitting down on the mattress beside him. "Are you alright?"
Sungmin rolled onto his side. "Yeah," he said convincingly. "Why? Oh, I got you something." He opened the drawer on the nightstand and grabbed his present, handing it to the younger man. Ryeowook's eyes lit up at the phone mobile with little giraffes of varying sizes hanging off it.
"Hyung, it's so cute! I love it! Thank you," he gushed, then sobered again. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter."
Ryeowook rolled his eyes. "Why do you let him treat you like that?"
Sungmin propped himself up on his elbow. "Have you been talking to Henry?"
Ryeowook blushed. "That's not important! So… why?"
Sungmin sighed and plopped back down again. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hyung."
Sungmin said nothing. Ryeowook knelt down next to the bed, resting his elbows on the mattress and dropping his chin onto his forearms. He stared at Sungmin, catching his gaze and refusing to blink until the elder looked away uneasily.
"He's terrible to you, why do you like him?"
"Because I do, Ryeowook," Sungmin groaned, rubbing his face.
"Hyung, is… is that a locket?"
Sungmin's eyes snapped open and he wrapped his fist around the necklace he was wearing. "No."
"Aish, hyung…"
"Nngh, you're such an annoying dongsaeng. Go away."
Ryeowook pretended to be offended. "I'm an annoying dongsaeng? What about Kyuhyun! Or Henry! Or Donghae-hyung!"
Sungmin gave him a strange look. "You love all of them."
"But they're still annoying. Besides, you love me."
Sungmin rolled his eyes. "Shoo!"
Ryeowook pouted and got to his feet, frowning. "You shouldn't, hyung. You should find someone who'll love you properly, that's what you deserve." He sighed. "Thank you for the gift."
~~~~~
Sungmin groaned in his sleep and rolled over, away from the wall, clutching tighter at the pillow he had in his arms. His upper half felt cold, bringing him just out of slumber into a state of semiconsciousness that had him thick and drowsy.
"Fish," he said distinctly between a string of incomprehensible mumbles.
Something tickled. Something was mu-u-uch colder than it should be. Just under his chin, if the conscious portion of his brain was not mistaken.
"Kyu… what are you doing…?" he murmured, eyes fluttering half-open.
Kyuhyun hummed softly in reply, a light lullaby, and Sungmin felt his eyelids droop again.
No, no, no, wait. As lovely as Kyuhyun's voice was, it should not be in his room.
"KYUHYUN!" he shrieked, or would have if his voice wasn't all crackly from sleep, jerking backwards against the wall. "What are you doing!?"
Kyuhyun said nothing, knowing that if he just stayed still Sungmin would take it to be a dream and just fall back asleep.
Goddamn complications.
The door crashed open and Ryeowook flew in, looking panicked. "Hyung! Is everything okay!?"
Ryeowook's high voice and the sound of the door hitting the wall woke Sungmin up completely. He sat up groggily, rubbing his face with both hands. "Why… is everyone in my room?" he asked carefully.
"I… I heard you yell," Ryeowook replied, glancing suspiciously at Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun reached over and flicked on the lamp, lunging for Sungmin and snatching his necklace as his hyungs yelped and shied from the blinding light.
"What are you- YAH! You brat!" Sungmin cried, lunging back at the cackling Kyuhyun who scooted backwards out of his reach.
He flicked the locket open before either of the older men could stop him and his cackle turned into peals of laughter.
Sungmin jumped on him and wrested it back, face bright red. "Shut up! Shut up!"
Kyuhyun wiped his eyes. "No, no, this is too good. You sleep with that?"
Ryeowook just sighed as Sungmin bit his lip hard and Kyuhyun reached for his pocket.
"Ah, Kyuhyunnie, why are you still dressed? It's three in the morning."
Sungmin scoffed. "He was probably playing StarCraft and forgot to change. Hey, what are you doing? Don't you fucking dare, you-!" he squealed, jumping onto Kyuhyun again and attempting to confiscate his phone as the younger frantically started typing.
~~~~~
"Hey, Seasoning," Heechul said to one of the men sitting beside him on the couch, "What do you think this means?"
Zhou Mi leant over and tilted the screen of Heechul's phone so he could read it properly.
HYUNG! Lol min=hwong''s toftafly got e crughsljkdfush at younnnng,, BIIIIIGHHHHKJE TAINNG#fd876 XDDDDDD
He blinked.
"How should I know?"
"Siwon! Do you understand this?"
Siwon raised an eyebrow. "No."
"Well try harder!"
Siwon rolled his eyes and took the phone, jumping when it buzzed in his fingers. Knowing the person calling, he answered it. "Hello?"
"Hyung! Hyung, hyung, hyung!" a cackle sounded down the line. "Sungmin-hyung-" Ow! Let go! Stop it! Hang up this instant! OW! "Sungmin-hyung has-" Let go of my hair! Get your foot out of my crotch you- KEEP YOUR LEGS TO YOURSELF! Keep your legs to YOURself! Yah! You just punched Wookie in the face! Hyung! Kyuhyun-ah! "-a photo of you-" OW!
"Kyuhyun, it's Siwon."
"Oh what? Siwon?" Kyuhyun snapped irritably. "Hand me over to- Argngh… -Heechul-hyung, would you?"
"Don't hand over the phone, Siwon! I'll kill you if you give Heechul-hyung the phone! Kyuhyun, get your hands off my-!"
"OW!"
"What are you guys doing? No, don't tell me, I don't want to know," Siwon sighed. "Goodbye."
"No, Siwon, pass me to-!"
Beep.
"Dammit!"
"HA!" Sungmin yelled triumphantly, snatching the phone and holding it to his chest, smirking.
"Give it back," Kyuhyun sighed.
"No."
"Hyung!"
Sungmin jerked his eyebrows and dropped the phone into his boxers, somewhere not even Kyuhyun would try to retrieve it.
"Hyung!" Ryeowook yelped at the same time Kyuhyun let out a revolted noise.
"Ugh, that's disgusting."
Sungmin shrugged and got back into bed. "That's what you get for pulling a stunt like that."
Kyuhyun's eyes narrowed and he darted forward, grabbing Sungmin's phone from the nightstand. Sungmin chuckled. "I don't have Heechul-hyung's number, you know."
Kyuhyun just tapped the keys a few times and smirked. Sungmin only had a moment to feel scared - Kyuhyun's smirk tended to do that to him - before the younger's phone started buzzing violently in his pants.
Even Ryeowook chuckled quietly as Sungmin scrambled over his bed, hands fumbling to remove the phone.
"Cho Kyuhyun I will kill you! You will die a slow and painful death!" Sungmin yelled, pegging the mobile at the younger, who scrambled away from it. He didn't want to pick up, let alone hold to his face, something that had touched Sungmin's penis. Thank you very much.
Ryeowook let out an impatient sound, cut off by a yawn. "Goodnight, hyung, Kyuhyun-ah," he sighed. "I'm going back to bed."
~~~~~
"Sungmin-hyung? Um, is everything okay?" Siwon asked concernedly Monday at work.
"Everything is just peachy," Sungmin replied from his own desk, scrawling something so hard it embossed the paper seven sheets underneath it. "Why do you ask?"
"Well you were having a physical fight with Kyuhyun-ah and Ryeowook-ah at 3AM this morning."
Sungmin shrugged. "It doesn't matter."
"Okay…" Siwon sighed. "What was it about, anyway?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Sungmin muttered through gritted teeth, silently planning Kyuhyun's demise. Again. "Hey, Siwon…"
"Yes?"
"Does Heechul-ssi have a girlfriend?"
Siwon's eyes flew upwards and he coughed. "Not that I know of," he said carefully. Although, he wished that his hyung did have a girlfriend, then perhaps he wouldn't be the one getting dragged off to every single store in Seoul.
"Does he… does he have a boyfriend?"
Siwon choked on his own breath. "N-no. I think. But I… I wouldn't know anything about that." He swallowed and his eyebrows returned to his face. "Why?"
"No reason."
"Uh-huh."
~~~~~
"Heechul-ssi?"
Heechul looked over and his arrogant gaze landed on Sungmin. "Oh… you. What are you doing here?"
Sungmin felt his heart sink. "Ah… Siwonnie has to work late so… I'm going to take you home."
Heechul paused then shrugged. "Whatever." He picked up his bags. "Let's go."
Sungmin nodded and led Heechul over to his car. Heechul carelessly threw his things into the backseat and climbed in, not even sparing Sungmin a glance. "So, why you and not Hankyung?"
Sungmin's grip tightened on the wheel as he pulled out onto the street. "Well, I was just about to leave, so Siwon-ah asked me first and I said yes so I guess he decided not to call Hankyung-hyung…"
"Hm." Heechul grunted in reply.
They continued driving in complete silence, Sungmin afraid to turn on some music in case Heechul wanted quiet or disapproved of his music choices or something. He swallowed instead and kept his eyes on the road.
"Turn here."
"Eh?" that wasn't where Sungmin had been told to go.
"What are you, stupid? Turn here," Heechul repeated.
"Okay…" Sungmin turned obediently. "Um… where are we going?"
Heechul turned to him and smiled at him for the first time, though it was more of a smirk. "Sungmin, wasn't it?"
"Yes…?" Sungmin confirmed, heart stuttering at Heechul's expression.
"Have you ever been to the Cube?"
~~~~~
The Cube was, apparently, a club. A very out-of-the-way club hidden behind a very uninviting small door that normally, Sungmin wouldn't have glanced at twice.
"Heechul-ssi… it's Monday night."
Heechul shrugged. "So? Don't drink, then."
"Why are we here?"
"Because," Heechul said and smiled, "Siwon is a killjoy and you seem like someone much more interested in night life. Am I wrong?"
How could Sungmin disagree with this man? He shook his head. "Fine."
"Good, now take that tie off and- no, you now what? Just get your ass in here and you can change inside."
Sungmin was waiting where Heechul had told him to stay put when the older man returned with clothes. Sungmin opened his mouth to ask where he'd gotten them but changed his mind and just took them silently. Heechul pointed to the bathrooms. "Be quick, I'll only wait so long."
Sungmin hurried off and stumbled into a bathroom cubicle, surprised by the room. Unlike what he expected, the bathroom was actually quite clean and nice, and the cubicles were spacious. Apparently the club was well taken care of.
He tried to change quickly, really. But the clothes Heechul had obtained were a bit small and Sungmin pouted when realizing the MC had probably overestimated his shortness. He leant against the wall and tried to shimmy into the tight black pants, finally managing it after several bumps and rattling of the entire row of stalls. He got into the shirt quickly relatively to the pants and hurried back out, relieved to find Heechul where he'd left him, looking impatient.
"Finally," he sighed, grabbing Sungmin's clothes and disappearing. Sungmin groaned inwardly, wondering if he should wait or if Heechul had just abandoned him. He decided to wait, just for a little while, and smiled when Heechul returned to him once again.
"Where are my clothes?"
Heechul waved a hand flippantly. "You'll get them back, don't worry," he scoffed and looked him up and down, nodding appreciatively. "Hmm, not bad." He raised his hands to Sungmin's hair and ruffled it, styling it into a mess. "Now come on, I'm going to get a drink."
Heechul was a horny drunk. Part of Sungmin was telling him that he really hadn't had that much to drink and he should probably stop this, preferably now, but he ignored it and just moaned against Heechul's tongue as it attacked his own. He let the older man do whatever he wanted, his long fingers roaming under his torn shirt; let him push him outside and just willingly submitted himself as Heechul pounded him into the alley wall, the rough brick scraping his back as he moaned in ecstasy.
~~~~~
"Siwonnie, I'm going off to lunch," Sungmin announced.
"Fine," Siwon replied, still miffed at Sungmin finally dragging home a drunk and very, very grouchy Heechul.
Sungmin bit his lip, but just sighed and left. He knew he didn't have a lot of time if he wanted to get back to his office before lunch was over.
~~~~~
"Heechul-ssi is shooting at the moment, but I'll let him know that you're here to see him when he's done. It shouldn't be long."
Sungmin thanked the girl and sat down to wait, looking up and smiling when Heechul finally emerged.
"Yeah, what is it?" he asked shortly, using his phone as a mirror as he fixed his hair.
Sungmin swallowed and suddenly didn't feel so sure of himself anymore. "I… I wondered if you wanted to have lunch with me?"
Heechul eyed him. "I don't have time for much. My official lunch break's not scheduled until two."
"Well, maybe something quick then, hyung?" Sungmin suggested hopefully.
"Hyung?" Heechul repeated. "Since when did you-" he stopped short and comprehension flashed briefly across his face. "Did I fuck you last night?"
Sungmin bit his lip and glanced around for potential eavesdroppers before nodding.
"Wow, I must have been really drunk…" Heechul took a moment to see Sungmin's shocked and hurt expression then continued. "…I don't remember anything." He smirked and grabbed the younger man's wrist, dragging him off down a corridor.
Sungmin let out no protest, confused, and only had time to register that the room they turned into was a bathroom before he had the life kissed out of him. He felt one of Heechul's hands on the back of his head while the other locked the stall behind them; felt Heechul quickly fumble with the front of his pants and jerk them open.
His cries were muffled in Heechul's palm and his own hands were braced on the wall above the toilet as he closed his eyes and let the older man fuck him silly.
~~~~~
Sungmin sighed and leant against the sink, biting his lip at the throbbing pain in his ass. Heechul had left the moment they'd finished, pecking him briefly on the lips before zipping himself up, washing his hands and going back to his filming. Sungmin could feel the cum inside him and knew it was going to be hellishly uncomfortable for the rest of the day since there was nothing he could do about it. He sighed, raised his gaze to his reflection and tried to make himself look as though he hadn't just had rough, mindless sex in the men's bathroom of a filming studio.
~~~~~
"Hey, Ryeowookie…" Sungmin began hesitantly over coffee.
"Yes, hyung?" Ryeowook replied easily, raising his eyebrows.
Sungmin turned his cup around in his hands. "I'm sleeping with Heechul."
Ryeowook choked and spat some of his own drink back into his cup. "What? You… he… dating?" he spluttered.
Sungmin shook his head quickly. "No, not dating. Just… sleeping together."
Ryeowook paused at that, eyeing Sungmin across the table. "For how long?" he finally asked quietly.
"A few weeks."
"Hyung…" Ryeowook sighed. "Does he like you?" he questioned tentatively.
Sungmin shrugged. "You've seen how he acts when we're with other people… maybe not."
"But you love him, hyung."
"I know that."
Ryeowook rounded the table and hugged Sungmin's shoulders, letting out a long sigh as he buried his face in his hair. "You're going to get hurt," he murmured, muffled by Sungmin's shoulder.
"He says my name," Sungmin argued, only slightly embarrassed. "He… holds me at night, Wookie."
"It's not right," Ryeowook slipped into the chair next to him and grabbed Sungmin's hands. "Please, please don't do this."
"Ryeowook, I can take care of myself," Sungmin replied, pulling his hands away. "It's… it's Heechul, Wookie! You know how much I've wanted this."
Ryeowook said nothing but shook his head.
Sungmin finished his drink and stood up. "I'm headed over there now."
Ryeowook just stared at his knees as Sungmin rinsed his mug, grabbed his coat and keys and left the house, the lock clicking behind him. He didn't move until Sungmin was long gone, eyes brimming in concern.
~~~~~
"Do you wear that all the time?" Heechul asked casually as he pulled Sungmin's shirt open and saw the familiar pendant lying against his chest.
Sungmin nodded wordlessly and that was enough for Heechul, the thought leaving his mind as he pushed the shirt off the younger man's shoulders and sucked at his throat. Sungmin moaned, fingers tangled in Heechul's hair, hooking one leg around Heechul's hips.
Heechul chuckled and the sound - along with the vibrations against his neck - made Sungmin shiver in delight. "You taste good, Sungmin-ah," Heechul purred, trailing his tongue up Sungmin's throat to his jaw and flicking at his earlobe. Sungmin moaned in response, language gone.
Heechul shoved him roughly against the wall and smirked, glittering eyes meeting Sungmin's. "Do you wanna taste me too, hmm?"
Sungmin got the hint immediately and fell to his knees, all too eagerly helping Heechul out of his pants and working his mouth down there while Heechul stroked his hair and moaned appreciatively.
Sungmin thought Heechul did taste good, because it was Heechul, and all his to taste. He wondered what the real deal tasted like and if he would be able to swallow it as surely as he thought he could, but now wasn't the time to try it out because he wanted to get fucked and if Heechul came then that wasn't going to happen.
He stood up and pushed Heechul backwards, towards the bed, so they could continue more comfortably.
Heechul raised an eyebrow, hands remaining in Sungmin's hair and nails digging into his scalp. "You don't want me to fuck you into the wall, Sungminnie? You don't want to make the door rattle in its frame while I hammer you against it?"
"No," Sungmin retorted, "I want your bedposts to dent the wall. I want you to fuck me so hard they go right through the plaster."
"Oh, you slut," Heechul moaned, spinning Sungmin around, throwing him down on the bed and kneeling over his head so he could continue sucking. "Or how about you ride me so the bed moves across the floor?"
Sungmin moaned right back around his mouthful, making Heechul gasp in pleasure. He jerked his hips a little and Sungmin's eyes flew open in surprise, flicking up to the older man's face. Heechul smirked and reached behind him, roughly shoving two dry fingers into Sungmin's body.
Sungmin keened and jerked, his teeth scraping Heechul painfully. Heechul hissed and narrowed his eyes, pulling out quickly. Sungmin whimpered and gasped, Heechul pumping his fingers and rubbing his cock over his face, tongue poking out to caress the member as it passed his lips, leaving precum and his own saliva all over his cheeks.
"Shall I take you now?" Heechul suggested, shifting to hover over Sungmin on all fours and pin his wrists to the mattress above his head. "Maybe next time we can go completely raw."
Another whimper escaped Sungmin's throat but his hips jerked up, which Heechul took as a yes. He slid his knees between Sungmin's thighs and pushed them apart, lining their bodies up and thrusting in sharply.
Sungmin screamed and Heechul heard the pleasure in it, moaning passionately as he fucked his lover until they collapsed in exhaustion.
Sungmin sighed and groaned and closed his eyes, boneless on the mattress as Heechul's long fingers trailed over his chest. He didn't even notice Heechul take his locket and inspect it until he heard it snap shut again. His eyes flew open and he looked over to see Heechul smirking lazily at him.
He opened his mouth but no sound came out and he turned over, pressing a pillow to his face to hide his furious blush. Heechul snickered and shifted closer, pressing light kisses to Sungmin's hickey-marked shoulder and neck. Sungmin let himself relax as Heechul wrapped his arms around his waist, sighed contentedly into the nape of his neck and fell asleep.
~~~~~
Sungmin woke up to a really, really good smell. He clambered out of bed, carefully so as not to wake Heechul, who would not appreciate it, and stifled groans of pain as he pulled on his clothes. He opened the door and headed out into the main room, surprised to find Hankyung over the stove, cooking breakfast.
"Um… hello," he said awkwardly, as the older turned around and he was caught. Hankyung smiled easily and returned the greeting. Sungmin wandered closer, aware that he probably smelled terrible and didn't look much better in his day-old clothes and freshly fucked body.
"Do you want to stay for breakfast? Or did you need to get going?" the Chinese man asked comfortably, starting to grab plates.
"O-oh… I, ah…"
"You're welcome to stay," Hankyung shrugged. "I made enough for you just in case."
Sungmin went even redder. "Um, thanks. Okay then, sure." It smelled really good and he was pretty hungry. He leant against the counter and watched his hyung, completely at a loss to what to talk about. Fortunately, Hankyung just hummed to himself and seemed perfectly content to just finish his cooking in silence.
After much coaxing and begging on Sungmin's part, and threatening on Hankyung's, they managed to convince Heechul to get out of bed and come to breakfast. He practically inhaled it, barely noticing Sungmin's presence there.
Sungmin left while Heechul was showering, deciding that he really, really needed clean clothes.
~~~~~
"Sungmin?"
Sungmin rolled over, face inches from Heechul's. "Yes?"
Heechul even looked vaguely uncomfortable as he raised his hand between them and grasped hold of Sungmin's locket. "What do you think we are?" he asked delicately.
Sungmin stiffened, feeling his heart freeze. He searched Heechul's face intently for a long time.
"Lovers?" he suggested weakly.
"Do you love me?"
Sungmin paused again. The silence in the room was thick and he felt like he was drowning.
Finally, he nodded mutely.
Heechul sighed and rolled away, pressing Sungmin's locket back to his chest.
Sungmin felt Heechul poke his heart and have it fall into a million tiny icy shards.
"Sungmin, we're just exclusive fuck buddies," Heechul informed him, tone gentle and words harsh.
Sungmin swallowed and sat up, silhouetted by the moonlight shining in. He pushed the blankets down slowly, stood up and climbed over Heechul onto the floor. "I should go," he said, as he collected his clothes, his ass reminding him with every movement of the bliss he'd felt just minutes ago.
Heechul reached out and grabbed his wrist, jerking him close and touching his lips to his jaw. "Are you going to come back?"
Sungmin mumbled out something incoherent and hurried out.
~~~~~
Ryeowook waited by the door since the second he saw Sungmin's headlights turning onto their street. Sungmin pushed roughly past him but didn't get far before Ryeowook's thin arms were wrapped tightly around his waist.
He'd known it was coming. Of course he had, deep down he knew it was coming. Ryeowook knew it was coming. Siwon and Hankyung and Henry knew it was coming. Everyone knew it was coming.
"Are you going to come back?"
Yes, yes, Heechul.
He wrapped his fingers around the warm metal of his locket.
He knew he was going to go back.