#5 Unguarded (3/5)
Title: Unguarded (3/5)
Pairing: KangTeuk
Disclaimer: It's Fan fiction despite how much we all might want it to be true ( <-- I know I do^^)
Author's Note: THANKS! To all who've commented and followed this!! I really hope you guys enjoy this third bit : ) I'm not saying where this one got inspired from but you'll know clearly enough while reading it. Enjoy!
“This is entirely their fault.” You mumble off to no one in particular after an hour of going through online communities dedicated to the group with their fan fiction, uploads, screen caps and stolen camera shots.
It amazes you even how up to date some of the links are and you shake your head and wonder where they got them because there were some things even you had not yet known about. And because of all the information you get from them, you make it a habit to go through them every other week to get a grasp of how your fans feel and how you should manage the members of the group.
You make a mental note to remember to tell Shiwon and Rella when they wake up that their getting too obvious already and, because you just couldn’t help it, you had sent Hyukjae and Junsu a message teasing them about their pairing. Laughing at how they’ll be screaming at you about it while their burning the phone lines again.
Right now though, you’ve read about three fan fictions about you and Kangin already and just when you’re about to log off you decide to check the last link and find yourself looking at screen caps of the both of you in bed TOGETHER. You know where they’re from of course and really, a voice in your head says knowingly, you should’ve expected it when that episode of Super Adonis Camp aired last week.
You breathe a sign of relief after scrolling down and make a mental note to thank the cameraman again for editing out that part of the show where you had woken up to find yourself in a very… uhhhmmm.. how should you put it?... “compromising” embrace with Kangin.
“Aaaggghhh!!”
Even the thought of it now, months later, still sends blood rushing up to your face.
“AAaaaggghh!!!”
You cry out once again as images of that morning start popping up and in a desperate attempt to block them off, you close your eyes and your hands reach up to cover your face.
Of course it doesn’t work. Then again, what do you think the word desperate means?
And NO, you don’t know either how it happened really.
What you do know is that the delicious scent of dark chocolate and spice had filtered into your hazy half-asleep half-awake state that morning and you had snuggled in closer into that warmness. And like as if it had felt you move, you barely registered how the arms wrapped around you tightened in a strangely comfortable way. You remember thinking for a moment that you vaguely know that scent from somewhere but the thought had been immediately chased away when you felt something soft caress that sensitive curve on your neck.
The faint brush of those lips had started almost reverently; shy and soft dry kisses fluttering about uncertainly, but eager at the same time. Encouraged, when you arched in closer in response, the kisses deepened - hungry, the word had fleetingly crossed your already muddled thinking - suddenly sending shivers down your spine through teeth marks left unthinkingly.
It had felt so good that it had taken you a while to realize that it felt too good to be a dream. And so, of course, when your eyes had snapped open and reality barged on ahead without warning to your fragile heart, you were torn between screaming in horror and just dying there point blank.
Your right hand was tangled up in his hair while the other was wrapped on the back of his shoulder.
He had his arms wrapped around you, his face resting in that sweet spot just above your collarbone and on that vulnerable spot in your neck that he was lavishing so much attention to.
“Oh god” It still leaves you aching when you remember just how good it had felt.
At that time though, you remember having been in a total absolute loss on what to do because he still wouldn’t let go and he was still kissing your neck and a million other things were running through your head just then.
None of which, by the way, included that tiny little detail that a camera had been left running in your room.
Logic hits you soon enough though when you heared Sungmin mumble something in his sleep and the sound strikes you just enough panic to pull away and scramble to the bathroom.
And when you had caught yourself in the morning, clinging on to the back of the bathroom door, you realized that he had left you with a very faint hicky and your laughing and crying at the same time as you hold on to the sink to keep yourself from falling because you know he doesn’t even know what he’s done.
It’s not until you hear the sudden blaring of music, from that girl you’re all honestly beginning to get really irritated with already, that you dash out of the bathroom and immediately go back to your room, to your side of the bed and pretend to sleep.
You don’t know why you did it then and you still don’t understand it now but that was exactly what you had done.
Through closed eyes you had heard Sungmin curse and stomp out of the room and for a moment you had forgotten about what had happened and you were actually curious about what he was going to do to the pesky lady.
Please please please shut her up, you had begged voicelessly.
And then - for god knows why - he reaches for your hand under the sheets, in his sleep, and just holds it, weaving your shaking fingers against his steady ones.
By then, you were already too confused to do anything but pretend to be asleep.
The rest remains captured forever in the screen caps you see before you in the internet.
“Aaaggghhhh!!”
“What’s wrong?” Sungmin asks and leans closer to have a look at the screen.
“It’s not funny.” You tell him when he pats you on the head laughing.
“Relax” He says as he starts to prepare for dinner.
Your back to biting your lower lip so you don’t notice it when he turns to look at you sitting there lost in your own thoughts.
“Relax” He tells you again, drawing you out, “You both know its fan service anyways”.
And that’s the problem isn’t it, you think to yourself as you unconsciously reach to touch that spot in your neck.
You can still feel his arms around you.
A/N: Liked it? As a present for everyone whose been following this (plus because my muse is hiding somewhere and I NEED more KangTeuk love), I'll base Ch. 4 and 5 on any KT picture, clip, radio interview, anything, that you guys share/link me to (via comments) that you want a ficcie on *_* Well, I can't be too ambitious and promise to add everything in on the CHs but.. I'll try ^^
Pairing: KangTeuk
Disclaimer: It's Fan fiction despite how much we all might want it to be true ( <-- I know I do^^)
Author's Note: THANKS! To all who've commented and followed this!! I really hope you guys enjoy this third bit : ) I'm not saying where this one got inspired from but you'll know clearly enough while reading it. Enjoy!
“This is entirely their fault.” You mumble off to no one in particular after an hour of going through online communities dedicated to the group with their fan fiction, uploads, screen caps and stolen camera shots.
It amazes you even how up to date some of the links are and you shake your head and wonder where they got them because there were some things even you had not yet known about. And because of all the information you get from them, you make it a habit to go through them every other week to get a grasp of how your fans feel and how you should manage the members of the group.
You make a mental note to remember to tell Shiwon and Rella when they wake up that their getting too obvious already and, because you just couldn’t help it, you had sent Hyukjae and Junsu a message teasing them about their pairing. Laughing at how they’ll be screaming at you about it while their burning the phone lines again.
Right now though, you’ve read about three fan fictions about you and Kangin already and just when you’re about to log off you decide to check the last link and find yourself looking at screen caps of the both of you in bed TOGETHER. You know where they’re from of course and really, a voice in your head says knowingly, you should’ve expected it when that episode of Super Adonis Camp aired last week.
You breathe a sign of relief after scrolling down and make a mental note to thank the cameraman again for editing out that part of the show where you had woken up to find yourself in a very… uhhhmmm.. how should you put it?... “compromising” embrace with Kangin.
“Aaaggghhh!!”
Even the thought of it now, months later, still sends blood rushing up to your face.
“AAaaaggghh!!!”
You cry out once again as images of that morning start popping up and in a desperate attempt to block them off, you close your eyes and your hands reach up to cover your face.
Of course it doesn’t work. Then again, what do you think the word desperate means?
And NO, you don’t know either how it happened really.
What you do know is that the delicious scent of dark chocolate and spice had filtered into your hazy half-asleep half-awake state that morning and you had snuggled in closer into that warmness. And like as if it had felt you move, you barely registered how the arms wrapped around you tightened in a strangely comfortable way. You remember thinking for a moment that you vaguely know that scent from somewhere but the thought had been immediately chased away when you felt something soft caress that sensitive curve on your neck.
The faint brush of those lips had started almost reverently; shy and soft dry kisses fluttering about uncertainly, but eager at the same time. Encouraged, when you arched in closer in response, the kisses deepened - hungry, the word had fleetingly crossed your already muddled thinking - suddenly sending shivers down your spine through teeth marks left unthinkingly.
It had felt so good that it had taken you a while to realize that it felt too good to be a dream. And so, of course, when your eyes had snapped open and reality barged on ahead without warning to your fragile heart, you were torn between screaming in horror and just dying there point blank.
Your right hand was tangled up in his hair while the other was wrapped on the back of his shoulder.
He had his arms wrapped around you, his face resting in that sweet spot just above your collarbone and on that vulnerable spot in your neck that he was lavishing so much attention to.
“Oh god” It still leaves you aching when you remember just how good it had felt.
At that time though, you remember having been in a total absolute loss on what to do because he still wouldn’t let go and he was still kissing your neck and a million other things were running through your head just then.
None of which, by the way, included that tiny little detail that a camera had been left running in your room.
Logic hits you soon enough though when you heared Sungmin mumble something in his sleep and the sound strikes you just enough panic to pull away and scramble to the bathroom.
And when you had caught yourself in the morning, clinging on to the back of the bathroom door, you realized that he had left you with a very faint hicky and your laughing and crying at the same time as you hold on to the sink to keep yourself from falling because you know he doesn’t even know what he’s done.
It’s not until you hear the sudden blaring of music, from that girl you’re all honestly beginning to get really irritated with already, that you dash out of the bathroom and immediately go back to your room, to your side of the bed and pretend to sleep.
You don’t know why you did it then and you still don’t understand it now but that was exactly what you had done.
Through closed eyes you had heard Sungmin curse and stomp out of the room and for a moment you had forgotten about what had happened and you were actually curious about what he was going to do to the pesky lady.
Please please please shut her up, you had begged voicelessly.
And then - for god knows why - he reaches for your hand under the sheets, in his sleep, and just holds it, weaving your shaking fingers against his steady ones.
By then, you were already too confused to do anything but pretend to be asleep.
The rest remains captured forever in the screen caps you see before you in the internet.
“Aaaggghhhh!!”
“What’s wrong?” Sungmin asks and leans closer to have a look at the screen.
“It’s not funny.” You tell him when he pats you on the head laughing.
“Relax” He says as he starts to prepare for dinner.
Your back to biting your lower lip so you don’t notice it when he turns to look at you sitting there lost in your own thoughts.
“Relax” He tells you again, drawing you out, “You both know its fan service anyways”.
And that’s the problem isn’t it, you think to yourself as you unconsciously reach to touch that spot in your neck.
You can still feel his arms around you.
A/N: Liked it? As a present for everyone whose been following this (plus because my muse is hiding somewhere and I NEED more KangTeuk love), I'll base Ch. 4 and 5 on any KT picture, clip, radio interview, anything, that you guys share/link me to (via comments) that you want a ficcie on *_* Well, I can't be too ambitious and promise to add everything in on the CHs but.. I'll try ^^