prison au chapter 9 extras.
HyukSu & KiHae
KiHae, um, afterwards...
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Donghae feels great. Correction, he feels fucking amazing.
He'd feel even better if Kibum wasn't busy putting clothes back onto him, and clothes on himself, and there is a lot of perfectly good nudity getting wasted by Kibum dressing, and fussing about meaningless shit like the fact Donghae should probably be back in his cell by now, and wondering if the guard heard.
“Hey, I suck cock very discreetly,” Donghae says. “Can't say the same about you, though.”
Kibum blushes. “Is that my shirt you're wearing?”
“What's yours is mine now.” Donghae just smiles and touches Kibum's face, running a finger against the jawline simply because he can, and it feels good, and Kibum's grinning back at him.
“Do you always turn into such a sap after sex?”
“No,” Donghae replies honestly. Kibum snorts.
Donghae pulls him close again, kissing, and fixes Kibum's shirt - his shirt, whatever - but really it's just an excuse to touch. Not that he needs an excuse any more, at least he thinks he doesn't.
Kibum doesn't either, his hands running down Donghae's chest and sides and arms, until Donghae realizes Kibum actually is fixing and smoothing down the shirt. He feels a bit insulted, and Kibum's very busy with kicking him out.
He frowns as Kibum clears his throat. “Good luck with the parole hearing tomorrow.”
The last time he said the words they lead to sex, but now Donghae's not sure they will. “Thanks,” he just replies.
Kibum looks awkward and then leans in to kiss him lightly. “Bye.”
“See you,” Donghae sighs. Maybe not soon, but just as well. He's gained some patience.
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Rusty locks - or, HyukSu secrets
“You fucking suck,” Junsu used to tell him.
“You fucking blow,” Hyukjae would snipe back.
“You can't shape it like that, it doesn't look like a proper jewel,” Junsu would say and they would argue and they'd been at that game so long Hyukjae forgets when they began the other game, the part where Junsu grabs the back of his head and kisses him, and he kisses back. The part where they forget about stones and rubies and making plastic hard enough to fool most jewellers, the part where they're each other's in that different sort of partnership.
Hyukjae wasn't gay because he wasn't attracted to men and he only occasionally surfed gay porn, and anyway it was gross and so wrong. So he wasn't gay. And whatever Junsu was, well, they didn't discuss it, and whatever happened, they didn't discuss it either, it just happened, like everything just happened.
A deliberate coincidence that he ever met Junsu in the first place, seeing a lonely kid kicking a football around some field when skipping school, and from thereon they skipped school together, and little crime leading to bigger crime, more ambitious and clever crime.
Diamonds. Silver. Pretty soon they were donning suits nobody their age could afford with honest work, and gaining money from abroad sales, Japan and Singapore and nothing could stop them, really, except getting caught.
*
“What do you think?” Hyukjae asked Junsu when the lawyers gave them a minute, just a minute alone after sentencing.
“I think we're lucky enough that we get to share a prison,” Junsu said honestly.
“Listen,” Hyukjae said, leaning closer, “they can take away our privacy but it's still our secret, right. Nobody will know.”
“Oh please,” Junsu said, grinning. “Like I'd ever brag about you being my boyfriend.”
Simple as that.
*
Sungmin knew. Well, Sungmin never told Hyukjae he knew, but Hyukjae knew that he knew, and Hyukjae was also sure Sungmin knew that he knew that he knew.
He didn't tell Junsu that Sungmin knew.
Except that time in the showers, but that was ambiguous at most, so it didn't really mean much.
Hyukjae knew he had a friend in Sungmin because Sungmin didn't even smile a knowing smile at him, unless he was being a dick about something, and Sungmin wanted to get back at him somehow. Hyukjae knew he could be a dick often. He blamed Junsu for that.
And the constant sexual frustration, too, though to Junsu's defence, the whole prison thing had a lot to do with it, too.
*
They found the closet quite early on. They managed to get the rusty lock open and Junsu even worked out a key for it - because you can get materials for anything in prison, if you know how to make due with something.
It wasn't ideal per se. There was worry, constant fear of getting caught, and the closet itself wasn't exactly comfortable, way too cramped and quite frankly smelly to be an enjoyable hang out spot. But for a place to sneak in to do all those things they didn't want people to find out about, it was perfect.
“This place sucks,” Hyukjae said the first time, Junsu's frantic breathing against his shirt collar as he was trying to get Junsu's pants open in the dark.
“So fuck off, then,” Junsu replied, head tilting back, hips thrusting against Hyukjae's palm. “I'll find somebody else to share it with me.”
“Don't even--” Hyukjae began, but Junsu shut him up with a kiss.
Time was always short.
*
Heechul joked about it but Heechul didn't know. Nobody knew.
Until. Well.
Junsu used to say, before every crime, “We might get caught. One day we'll get caught.”
And Hyukjae used to say, “Fuck off, that's jinxing it.”
He himself used to think, “We'll get caught. One day we'll get caught and everybody will know.”, every time he kissed Junsu, each time they fucked.
And then he'd tell himself, fuck off, stop jinxing it.
Maybe it only gets jinxed if you believe in jinxing.
Too late to find out anyway.
---
Rawr, there ya go.
KiHae, um, afterwards...
---
Donghae feels great. Correction, he feels fucking amazing.
He'd feel even better if Kibum wasn't busy putting clothes back onto him, and clothes on himself, and there is a lot of perfectly good nudity getting wasted by Kibum dressing, and fussing about meaningless shit like the fact Donghae should probably be back in his cell by now, and wondering if the guard heard.
“Hey, I suck cock very discreetly,” Donghae says. “Can't say the same about you, though.”
Kibum blushes. “Is that my shirt you're wearing?”
“What's yours is mine now.” Donghae just smiles and touches Kibum's face, running a finger against the jawline simply because he can, and it feels good, and Kibum's grinning back at him.
“Do you always turn into such a sap after sex?”
“No,” Donghae replies honestly. Kibum snorts.
Donghae pulls him close again, kissing, and fixes Kibum's shirt - his shirt, whatever - but really it's just an excuse to touch. Not that he needs an excuse any more, at least he thinks he doesn't.
Kibum doesn't either, his hands running down Donghae's chest and sides and arms, until Donghae realizes Kibum actually is fixing and smoothing down the shirt. He feels a bit insulted, and Kibum's very busy with kicking him out.
He frowns as Kibum clears his throat. “Good luck with the parole hearing tomorrow.”
The last time he said the words they lead to sex, but now Donghae's not sure they will. “Thanks,” he just replies.
Kibum looks awkward and then leans in to kiss him lightly. “Bye.”
“See you,” Donghae sighs. Maybe not soon, but just as well. He's gained some patience.
---
Rusty locks - or, HyukSu secrets
“You fucking suck,” Junsu used to tell him.
“You fucking blow,” Hyukjae would snipe back.
“You can't shape it like that, it doesn't look like a proper jewel,” Junsu would say and they would argue and they'd been at that game so long Hyukjae forgets when they began the other game, the part where Junsu grabs the back of his head and kisses him, and he kisses back. The part where they forget about stones and rubies and making plastic hard enough to fool most jewellers, the part where they're each other's in that different sort of partnership.
Hyukjae wasn't gay because he wasn't attracted to men and he only occasionally surfed gay porn, and anyway it was gross and so wrong. So he wasn't gay. And whatever Junsu was, well, they didn't discuss it, and whatever happened, they didn't discuss it either, it just happened, like everything just happened.
A deliberate coincidence that he ever met Junsu in the first place, seeing a lonely kid kicking a football around some field when skipping school, and from thereon they skipped school together, and little crime leading to bigger crime, more ambitious and clever crime.
Diamonds. Silver. Pretty soon they were donning suits nobody their age could afford with honest work, and gaining money from abroad sales, Japan and Singapore and nothing could stop them, really, except getting caught.
*
“What do you think?” Hyukjae asked Junsu when the lawyers gave them a minute, just a minute alone after sentencing.
“I think we're lucky enough that we get to share a prison,” Junsu said honestly.
“Listen,” Hyukjae said, leaning closer, “they can take away our privacy but it's still our secret, right. Nobody will know.”
“Oh please,” Junsu said, grinning. “Like I'd ever brag about you being my boyfriend.”
Simple as that.
*
Sungmin knew. Well, Sungmin never told Hyukjae he knew, but Hyukjae knew that he knew, and Hyukjae was also sure Sungmin knew that he knew that he knew.
He didn't tell Junsu that Sungmin knew.
Except that time in the showers, but that was ambiguous at most, so it didn't really mean much.
Hyukjae knew he had a friend in Sungmin because Sungmin didn't even smile a knowing smile at him, unless he was being a dick about something, and Sungmin wanted to get back at him somehow. Hyukjae knew he could be a dick often. He blamed Junsu for that.
And the constant sexual frustration, too, though to Junsu's defence, the whole prison thing had a lot to do with it, too.
*
They found the closet quite early on. They managed to get the rusty lock open and Junsu even worked out a key for it - because you can get materials for anything in prison, if you know how to make due with something.
It wasn't ideal per se. There was worry, constant fear of getting caught, and the closet itself wasn't exactly comfortable, way too cramped and quite frankly smelly to be an enjoyable hang out spot. But for a place to sneak in to do all those things they didn't want people to find out about, it was perfect.
“This place sucks,” Hyukjae said the first time, Junsu's frantic breathing against his shirt collar as he was trying to get Junsu's pants open in the dark.
“So fuck off, then,” Junsu replied, head tilting back, hips thrusting against Hyukjae's palm. “I'll find somebody else to share it with me.”
“Don't even--” Hyukjae began, but Junsu shut him up with a kiss.
Time was always short.
*
Heechul joked about it but Heechul didn't know. Nobody knew.
Until. Well.
Junsu used to say, before every crime, “We might get caught. One day we'll get caught.”
And Hyukjae used to say, “Fuck off, that's jinxing it.”
He himself used to think, “We'll get caught. One day we'll get caught and everybody will know.”, every time he kissed Junsu, each time they fucked.
And then he'd tell himself, fuck off, stop jinxing it.
Maybe it only gets jinxed if you believe in jinxing.
Too late to find out anyway.
---
Rawr, there ya go.