Seoul Boy (20)
SORRY! It was lock because it's NC - 17.
HERE YOU GO!!!
Title: Seoul Boy
Author: Lolcat/Syn2554
Pairing: Duseung, Junseob, Kiwoon
Rating: NC - 17
Summary: Hyunseung gets sent to the remote island of Jeju and has to come up with a way of surviving as a city boy in the country :D (click for later chapter links)
Author's Notes: Unf. (The rating is necessary for this chapter… Spoiler? Maybe.)
Chapter 1 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1369024.html
Chapter 2 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1370715.html
Chapter 3 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1373832.html
Chapter 4 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1375661.html
Chapter 5 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1378856.html
Chapter 6 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1380693.html
Chapter 7 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1381692.html
Chapter 8 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1383653.html
Chapter 9 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1386109.html
Chapter 10 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1387606.html
Chapter 11 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1389834.html
Chapter 12 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1391159.html
Chapter 13 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1392284.html
Chapter 14+15 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1393767.html
Chapter 16 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1396332.html
Chapter 17 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1397515.htm
Chapter 18 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1399496.html
Chapter 19 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1401660.html
On the ride back, I couldn’t help but repeat it over and over again in my head; I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend. It seemed so unreal to me. I had imagined having a girlfriend, but it had never been something I was desperate for, or something I sought, it was just a thought - something that might happen. ‘Boyfriend’ certainly hadn’t crossed my mind, but it wasn’t bothering me, only surprising me.
I tangled my fingers with his while we rode at a walk through the forest. It seemed like we were together a long time - almost a whole day, but it wasn’t long enough. We chatted softly sometimes, talking about this and that, but the silence was so beautiful that I was perfectly happy just listening to the birds and the horses’ gentle footsteps, Cheondung’s a little faster than Beast’s.
We reached the truck and my stomach grumbled so horribly that I felt suddenly sick with hunger. Dujun looked at my stomach and then up at my face.
“Same,” he replied, nodding at my stomach. I smiled and dismounted at the same time as him. “Let’s go get some lunch.” We got into the truck and he turned to me. “Actually, do you want to go shower first?”
“Ne; I have sand in all sorts of wonderful places.” Dujun laughed and started the truck.
At his house, he handed me a towel, which I took and then I stood looking at him, which made him raise his brow in confusion.
“Mueoseulyo?” he said, slowly. I dropped my eyes then, colour rising in my cheeks. He seemed to know that this meant I didn’t want to shower alone. “Seung-ah,” he began, but he didn’t really need to continue.
“I know, I know,” I said and began towards the bathroom. He stopped me with a hand on my arm. I looked back at him.
“It’s your choice, you know. You need to tell me when you’re ready - but you need to mean it.” I swallowed. I wanted to mean it - I wanted to be ready. I wanted him in every way, but I wasn’t really sure what all the ways were yet, hence locking up and freaking out last time. I thought I should wait - let our relationship develop further, but I was too stubborn to do the right thing, and I turned around and took his hand.
I met his eyes and he swallowed with what looked like nerves. It was very new in his face, and rather adorable. He followed me slowly from the hall into the bathroom, his face not changing. He closed the door behind us and I dropped my towel on his washing basket. I lifted his shirt over his head and kissed him. He pushed his hands up my body to remove my shirt as well, and I broke the kiss to complain about the sand. Dujun just chuckled.
He kissed me again, and my fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. Kissing him back and working out simple clothing mechanisms was a little beyond me and I pulled away and looked down while I worked it out. When I got to his fly, I tipped my head back up towards him and met his eyes. I was finally beginning to understand his expressions. He was a little nervous still, but he was more excited, and absolutely glowing with happiness.
I didn’t quite kiss him, but pressed my nose beside his while I hooked my fingers under the elastic of his underwear. As he stepped out of the last of his clothing, he tilted his chin up so our lips met, and my fingers gently wandered the skin on his hips I hadn’t explored before.
He managed to get my skinnies off me with much more ease than I did, and he pushed me towards the shower. I wasn’t nervous about my nakedness, or his - it felt sort of… right. I pulled the shower door open and stepped in. He turned the water on and waited for it to be warm before turning it to point at us. I kissed his shoulder gently while he adjusted the temperature.
Everything seemed so unreal, but so natural. His hands on my skin, his fingers in my hair, his lips anywhere they could reach. I smiled when a bar of soap pressed to my back and slid up to my neck. His slicked hands ran all over my body - causing me to sigh happily and want to return the favour. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to shower alone again.
My breath caught a little when his fingers reached the patch of curly hair below my belly button, but I told myself to relax. My rapidly-beating heart was making the blood pump so fast to my head that I didn’t know if I could think straight. My body responded positively to Dujun’s slightly trembling hands and I didn’t refuse him - I wanted it.
My hot breath added to the steam in the small room and I didn’t know if I’d be able to stay standing for the duration of this. It didn’t seem like long before I ended with a shout of ecstasy, and Dujun turned me to him to crush his desperate lips to mine. I was still panting hard, but found a way to kiss him back. I was so weak that I thought that if he let go of my waist, I’d lose my legs.
I didn’t have any idea what I was doing, but I simply had to return the favour when I became aware of Dujun’s state of need. Nervously, I pushed him against the wall and took the soap. He watched me - sometimes my eyes, and sometimes elsewhere, but I barely noticed. My hands devoured his body, trying not to miss anywhere and sometimes eliciting small sounds of satisfaction from deep in his throat.
I placed the soap back on the rack and kissed him, wiping soap from his shoulders and moving down his front. I couldn’t concentrate on my lips and my hands, so I stopped kissing him when my hands became busy.
Soft sounds were masked by the noisy spray of the shower. Dujun didn’t seem to mind my lack of experience. I watched his chest rise and fall, rapt by his beautiful, shining body in front of me. Eventually, Dujun finished with a long, low moan with his head against the wall, his eyes clenched shut and his jaw dropped almost dramatically. I watched absently as the water washed away the evidence.
Dujun’s hand came up to my head and ran through my hair gently. He looked at me - the most delectably delicate look on his face - and pulled my mouth to his.
It was - beyond doubt - the longest I had ever spent in the shower. Once Dujun and I were fully clean and our hair was washed, he turned the water off. I grinned at our wrinkled toes.
“We were in the shower almost as long as we were in the ocean,” I said, playing with Dujun’s fingers while he kissed a trail down my cheek.
“Hardly. Guess what?”
“Hmm?” I said absently.
“I forgot to bring in a towel.” I chuckled and turned my face to kiss his lips once and then pushed the shower door open.
“Yah, chakapda,” I said and pulled the towel around me. I dried my hair a little and then stepped out into the hall with the towel around my hips. I pulled a towel out of the cupboard. I froze when I heard the sound of a screen door swinging shut. My head whipped towards the front door. I wished I didn’t recognise the figure at the other end of the hall.
“Hyunseung-ah?” I gulped and threw the towel into the bathroom. I didn’t check if Dujun caught it.
“Gomo,” I said, terror settling in my stomach.
“What are you doing out of school?”
“Oh, I… didn’t feel well.” I knew there was no point in lying, but I couldn’t just tell her.
“Where is your hyung?” she asked angrily. I stared at her, probably looking as guilty as I felt. She stormed towards me. I stared at the ground as she stepped past me and saw Dujun.
“Annyong,” he said quietly, not sounding too confident.
I sat in Dujun’s living room in just my skinnies while Dujun and Jinri yelled at each other in the kitchen. I had tried to leave once, but she hadn’t allowed it.
“It’s not like I’m forcing him into anything!” Dujun shouted.
“He’s still a child! Don’t you understand that? Couldn’t you wait any longer?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“I can’t believe you’re accusing me of this!”
“Would you two just quit it?!” I screamed, standing up and glaring at them both. “I am NOT still a child - I know EXACTLY what I was doing, and I only did it because I wanted to! I don’t need either of you to stand up for me, because I can do it my goddamn self! Stop fighting!” They both stared at me. “Gomo, I love Dujun, and that’s not anyone’s business but ours.” She took in a deep breath. She looked at Dujun, whose angry look had faded, leaving him looking almost sorry.
“Mianhae, Hyunseung-ah. I’m just concerned. Your hyung is a lot older than you.”
“I can handle him, Gomo,” I said, smiling slightly. She sighed.
“Okay. Excuse me for being so abrupt and rude.”
“It’s fine, Gomo,” Dujun said, and looked at me. “But I hope you can understand that I respect Hyunseungie and I wouldn’t ever harm him or upset him. Believe me; he can take care of himself.” I smiled at Jinri. She shook her head.
“I shouldn’t be surprised,” she said and Dujun chuckled. I rolled my eyes.
In the end, Jinri took me home and grounded me, but I did skip school, so I took it with my teeth gritted and didn’t complain. It meant no riding club, no going to the city, and no hanging out with Dujun, which was going to kill me, but she made it only a week, and I figured I’d just spend my time caching up with my friends from Seoul via texts, and video calls.
It was the longest, most agonising week of my life, but I got through it, mostly by sneaking kisses with Dujun on the way to and from school and by using school as my social outlet with the others. They said riding was more boring when Cheondung and I weren’t there, but they said Dujun payed more attention to them. I rolled my eyes, knowing how biased he was, and for good reason.
On Saturday, my umma told me she would be flying back to Korea for a week to see me. I couldn’t believe it. I missed her so much, despite hating her at the beginning for sending me away. She asked to speak to Jinri on the phone and I took it down to her. When I got to the bottom step, I noticed Jinri was at the door and Junhyung was outside. He spotted me and waved.
“Gomo, Umma’s on the phone,” I said and waved at Junhyung. “All right,” she said to me and then looked at Junhyung. “You can come in, but only because he’s been good.” Junhyung bowed his thanks and came in. I passed the phone to Jinri and looked at Junhyung.
“Can we talk?”
“Ne, of course,” I said and turned to go back up to my room. I closed the door behind him and went to sit on my bed. He did the same, reservedly. “What’s up?”
“Well… I was just at Seobie’s house last weekend and… well, I go to Yoseob’s house a lot, so I know his family well and everything, and well… his parents left us alone for a few hours while they went out that night and…” He stopped. I watched him going over how to continue while he stared at my blankets.
“Junnie?”
“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” I swallowed and nodded.
“I promise.”
“And you won’t judge me?”
“Ne, Junhyung-ah, I won’t.”
“Yoseobie kissed me.” I felt my eyebrows disappear behind my fringe. He winced at my reaction. I smiled.
“Junhyung-ah, I’m not judging you, I promise. What happened then?”
“Well…” he was slowly getting redder in the cheeks. I hadn’t ever seen this on Junhyung before and it was really rather amusing. “I… sort-of… kissed him back.” I didn’t know how I felt apart from ecstatic. I finally wasn’t the only one (amongst my school friends, of course).
“Ne, and?”
“Well… we sort-of… didn’t stop… for a while.” I covered my mouth. “Would you stop fangirling? What’s with you? It’s freaking me out.”
“Mian, Junnie… it’s just… I have a secret, but you really have to keep it to yourself.”
“O…kay,” he said, looking like he was wondering why this was relevant.
“I have a boyfriend.” His eyes widened.
“Ne? For real? You’re not just messing with me?”
“For real, Junnie.”
“Who?”
“Dujun hyung.”
Ohohoh Junnie’s like ‘whuuuuuuuuuuuut.’
I hate updating so early bbllaaarrrggghhhhhh *^#)*%#@$^%#$*#&^%@!!
But I guess it’s okay. This chapter though… ke… kekeke. Yum.
Sorry I locked some of you out - I wish I knew before you read 21 dammit lol.
Komawoyo, saranghaeyo.
Lolcat.
HERE YOU GO!!!
Title: Seoul Boy
Author: Lolcat/Syn2554
Pairing: Duseung, Junseob, Kiwoon
Rating: NC - 17
Summary: Hyunseung gets sent to the remote island of Jeju and has to come up with a way of surviving as a city boy in the country :D (click for later chapter links)
Author's Notes: Unf. (The rating is necessary for this chapter… Spoiler? Maybe.)
Chapter 1 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1369024.html
Chapter 2 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1370715.html
Chapter 3 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1373832.html
Chapter 4 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1375661.html
Chapter 5 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1378856.html
Chapter 6 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1380693.html
Chapter 7 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1381692.html
Chapter 8 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1383653.html
Chapter 9 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1386109.html
Chapter 10 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1387606.html
Chapter 11 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1389834.html
Chapter 12 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1391159.html
Chapter 13 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1392284.html
Chapter 14+15 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1393767.html
Chapter 16 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1396332.html
Chapter 17 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1397515.htm
Chapter 18 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1399496.html
Chapter 19 - http://beastattack.livejournal.com/1401660.html
On the ride back, I couldn’t help but repeat it over and over again in my head; I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend. It seemed so unreal to me. I had imagined having a girlfriend, but it had never been something I was desperate for, or something I sought, it was just a thought - something that might happen. ‘Boyfriend’ certainly hadn’t crossed my mind, but it wasn’t bothering me, only surprising me.
I tangled my fingers with his while we rode at a walk through the forest. It seemed like we were together a long time - almost a whole day, but it wasn’t long enough. We chatted softly sometimes, talking about this and that, but the silence was so beautiful that I was perfectly happy just listening to the birds and the horses’ gentle footsteps, Cheondung’s a little faster than Beast’s.
We reached the truck and my stomach grumbled so horribly that I felt suddenly sick with hunger. Dujun looked at my stomach and then up at my face.
“Same,” he replied, nodding at my stomach. I smiled and dismounted at the same time as him. “Let’s go get some lunch.” We got into the truck and he turned to me. “Actually, do you want to go shower first?”
“Ne; I have sand in all sorts of wonderful places.” Dujun laughed and started the truck.
At his house, he handed me a towel, which I took and then I stood looking at him, which made him raise his brow in confusion.
“Mueoseulyo?” he said, slowly. I dropped my eyes then, colour rising in my cheeks. He seemed to know that this meant I didn’t want to shower alone. “Seung-ah,” he began, but he didn’t really need to continue.
“I know, I know,” I said and began towards the bathroom. He stopped me with a hand on my arm. I looked back at him.
“It’s your choice, you know. You need to tell me when you’re ready - but you need to mean it.” I swallowed. I wanted to mean it - I wanted to be ready. I wanted him in every way, but I wasn’t really sure what all the ways were yet, hence locking up and freaking out last time. I thought I should wait - let our relationship develop further, but I was too stubborn to do the right thing, and I turned around and took his hand.
I met his eyes and he swallowed with what looked like nerves. It was very new in his face, and rather adorable. He followed me slowly from the hall into the bathroom, his face not changing. He closed the door behind us and I dropped my towel on his washing basket. I lifted his shirt over his head and kissed him. He pushed his hands up my body to remove my shirt as well, and I broke the kiss to complain about the sand. Dujun just chuckled.
He kissed me again, and my fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. Kissing him back and working out simple clothing mechanisms was a little beyond me and I pulled away and looked down while I worked it out. When I got to his fly, I tipped my head back up towards him and met his eyes. I was finally beginning to understand his expressions. He was a little nervous still, but he was more excited, and absolutely glowing with happiness.
I didn’t quite kiss him, but pressed my nose beside his while I hooked my fingers under the elastic of his underwear. As he stepped out of the last of his clothing, he tilted his chin up so our lips met, and my fingers gently wandered the skin on his hips I hadn’t explored before.
He managed to get my skinnies off me with much more ease than I did, and he pushed me towards the shower. I wasn’t nervous about my nakedness, or his - it felt sort of… right. I pulled the shower door open and stepped in. He turned the water on and waited for it to be warm before turning it to point at us. I kissed his shoulder gently while he adjusted the temperature.
Everything seemed so unreal, but so natural. His hands on my skin, his fingers in my hair, his lips anywhere they could reach. I smiled when a bar of soap pressed to my back and slid up to my neck. His slicked hands ran all over my body - causing me to sigh happily and want to return the favour. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to shower alone again.
My breath caught a little when his fingers reached the patch of curly hair below my belly button, but I told myself to relax. My rapidly-beating heart was making the blood pump so fast to my head that I didn’t know if I could think straight. My body responded positively to Dujun’s slightly trembling hands and I didn’t refuse him - I wanted it.
My hot breath added to the steam in the small room and I didn’t know if I’d be able to stay standing for the duration of this. It didn’t seem like long before I ended with a shout of ecstasy, and Dujun turned me to him to crush his desperate lips to mine. I was still panting hard, but found a way to kiss him back. I was so weak that I thought that if he let go of my waist, I’d lose my legs.
I didn’t have any idea what I was doing, but I simply had to return the favour when I became aware of Dujun’s state of need. Nervously, I pushed him against the wall and took the soap. He watched me - sometimes my eyes, and sometimes elsewhere, but I barely noticed. My hands devoured his body, trying not to miss anywhere and sometimes eliciting small sounds of satisfaction from deep in his throat.
I placed the soap back on the rack and kissed him, wiping soap from his shoulders and moving down his front. I couldn’t concentrate on my lips and my hands, so I stopped kissing him when my hands became busy.
Soft sounds were masked by the noisy spray of the shower. Dujun didn’t seem to mind my lack of experience. I watched his chest rise and fall, rapt by his beautiful, shining body in front of me. Eventually, Dujun finished with a long, low moan with his head against the wall, his eyes clenched shut and his jaw dropped almost dramatically. I watched absently as the water washed away the evidence.
Dujun’s hand came up to my head and ran through my hair gently. He looked at me - the most delectably delicate look on his face - and pulled my mouth to his.
It was - beyond doubt - the longest I had ever spent in the shower. Once Dujun and I were fully clean and our hair was washed, he turned the water off. I grinned at our wrinkled toes.
“We were in the shower almost as long as we were in the ocean,” I said, playing with Dujun’s fingers while he kissed a trail down my cheek.
“Hardly. Guess what?”
“Hmm?” I said absently.
“I forgot to bring in a towel.” I chuckled and turned my face to kiss his lips once and then pushed the shower door open.
“Yah, chakapda,” I said and pulled the towel around me. I dried my hair a little and then stepped out into the hall with the towel around my hips. I pulled a towel out of the cupboard. I froze when I heard the sound of a screen door swinging shut. My head whipped towards the front door. I wished I didn’t recognise the figure at the other end of the hall.
“Hyunseung-ah?” I gulped and threw the towel into the bathroom. I didn’t check if Dujun caught it.
“Gomo,” I said, terror settling in my stomach.
“What are you doing out of school?”
“Oh, I… didn’t feel well.” I knew there was no point in lying, but I couldn’t just tell her.
“Where is your hyung?” she asked angrily. I stared at her, probably looking as guilty as I felt. She stormed towards me. I stared at the ground as she stepped past me and saw Dujun.
“Annyong,” he said quietly, not sounding too confident.
I sat in Dujun’s living room in just my skinnies while Dujun and Jinri yelled at each other in the kitchen. I had tried to leave once, but she hadn’t allowed it.
“It’s not like I’m forcing him into anything!” Dujun shouted.
“He’s still a child! Don’t you understand that? Couldn’t you wait any longer?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“I can’t believe you’re accusing me of this!”
“Would you two just quit it?!” I screamed, standing up and glaring at them both. “I am NOT still a child - I know EXACTLY what I was doing, and I only did it because I wanted to! I don’t need either of you to stand up for me, because I can do it my goddamn self! Stop fighting!” They both stared at me. “Gomo, I love Dujun, and that’s not anyone’s business but ours.” She took in a deep breath. She looked at Dujun, whose angry look had faded, leaving him looking almost sorry.
“Mianhae, Hyunseung-ah. I’m just concerned. Your hyung is a lot older than you.”
“I can handle him, Gomo,” I said, smiling slightly. She sighed.
“Okay. Excuse me for being so abrupt and rude.”
“It’s fine, Gomo,” Dujun said, and looked at me. “But I hope you can understand that I respect Hyunseungie and I wouldn’t ever harm him or upset him. Believe me; he can take care of himself.” I smiled at Jinri. She shook her head.
“I shouldn’t be surprised,” she said and Dujun chuckled. I rolled my eyes.
In the end, Jinri took me home and grounded me, but I did skip school, so I took it with my teeth gritted and didn’t complain. It meant no riding club, no going to the city, and no hanging out with Dujun, which was going to kill me, but she made it only a week, and I figured I’d just spend my time caching up with my friends from Seoul via texts, and video calls.
It was the longest, most agonising week of my life, but I got through it, mostly by sneaking kisses with Dujun on the way to and from school and by using school as my social outlet with the others. They said riding was more boring when Cheondung and I weren’t there, but they said Dujun payed more attention to them. I rolled my eyes, knowing how biased he was, and for good reason.
On Saturday, my umma told me she would be flying back to Korea for a week to see me. I couldn’t believe it. I missed her so much, despite hating her at the beginning for sending me away. She asked to speak to Jinri on the phone and I took it down to her. When I got to the bottom step, I noticed Jinri was at the door and Junhyung was outside. He spotted me and waved.
“Gomo, Umma’s on the phone,” I said and waved at Junhyung. “All right,” she said to me and then looked at Junhyung. “You can come in, but only because he’s been good.” Junhyung bowed his thanks and came in. I passed the phone to Jinri and looked at Junhyung.
“Can we talk?”
“Ne, of course,” I said and turned to go back up to my room. I closed the door behind him and went to sit on my bed. He did the same, reservedly. “What’s up?”
“Well… I was just at Seobie’s house last weekend and… well, I go to Yoseob’s house a lot, so I know his family well and everything, and well… his parents left us alone for a few hours while they went out that night and…” He stopped. I watched him going over how to continue while he stared at my blankets.
“Junnie?”
“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” I swallowed and nodded.
“I promise.”
“And you won’t judge me?”
“Ne, Junhyung-ah, I won’t.”
“Yoseobie kissed me.” I felt my eyebrows disappear behind my fringe. He winced at my reaction. I smiled.
“Junhyung-ah, I’m not judging you, I promise. What happened then?”
“Well…” he was slowly getting redder in the cheeks. I hadn’t ever seen this on Junhyung before and it was really rather amusing. “I… sort-of… kissed him back.” I didn’t know how I felt apart from ecstatic. I finally wasn’t the only one (amongst my school friends, of course).
“Ne, and?”
“Well… we sort-of… didn’t stop… for a while.” I covered my mouth. “Would you stop fangirling? What’s with you? It’s freaking me out.”
“Mian, Junnie… it’s just… I have a secret, but you really have to keep it to yourself.”
“O…kay,” he said, looking like he was wondering why this was relevant.
“I have a boyfriend.” His eyes widened.
“Ne? For real? You’re not just messing with me?”
“For real, Junnie.”
“Who?”
“Dujun hyung.”
Ohohoh Junnie’s like ‘whuuuuuuuuuuuut.’
I hate updating so early bbllaaarrrggghhhhhh *^#)*%#@$^%#$*#&^%@!!
But I guess it’s okay. This chapter though… ke… kekeke. Yum.
Sorry I locked some of you out - I wish I knew before you read 21 dammit lol.
Komawoyo, saranghaeyo.
Lolcat.