Gorgeous|| 100 fic challenge
theme: 92/100
completed: 1/100
rating: g-pg
disclaimer: don't own, etc
warning: they're probably extremely out of character. gomen. n.n
archive here
The door opened, and then slammed shut again. Kim Kibum listened to the scuffle in the front room before he heard his voice.
"I'm home!~"
"Heechul Hyung, there's food in the kitchen," Kibum replied.
He heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, but kept his eyes focused on the computer screen.
"Hmm, I already ate," Heechul announced, flopping onto the sofa and turning the television on.
Kibum simply nodded, tapping his chin to the beat of the music he was reading.
"One two three, one two three," he said, softly, in English, nodding and marking it down on the paper in front of him.
The television station changed.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
"This is so boring," Heechul complained.
Kibum heard the sofa protest as his hyung got up to quickly, and had no time to react when he suddenly felt Heechul's arms around him.
"Hy-hyung?" the younger male stammered as Heechul leaned on his back; he could feel Heechul's stomach against his tense shoulderblades.
He slowly brought his arms up and around Kibum's neck, in a light hug, nothing to really choke the poor man. Kibum could taste the staleness in Heechul's breath. Had he been drinking? Kibum turned his head, and Heechul planted a big fat kiss on his cheek, causing Kibum to shove his friend away from him and stand hastily from the desk chair. Heechul stumbled back, ramming into the television and the CD stand, sending all fifty of the cases to the floor. Heechul followed without a moments notice, and Kibum moved to try and prevent him from falling. He grabbed his hand, but the force was too strong, and he landed with a low 'oomf' on top of Heechul. This didn't seem to phase the older man, as he began laughing, and the stench of his stale breath washed over Kibum, making him lift his body up on one arm to get off his room mate. The CD case under his hand slipped, and Kibum went down again, the tip of his nose mashing against Heechul's.
"Snow White will wake with a kiss," Heechul said, and quickly closed the distance between they're lips.
It was only for a brief second, but it felt like forever to Kibum. In that quick kiss he felt the warmth of Heechul's lips, tasted his sweet breath (even if it was coated with the stale beer), and felt his heart pound against his protesting ribs. Heechul was only grinning up at Kibum, which really didn't help much, because it just drew the attention back to his mouth. Heechul couldn't move, Kibum realized, unless he stood first. Kibum was very aware of where their bodies touched, and the though made me try with his might to remember how to breath.
"Hyung," Kibum said, softly, trying so hard not slip on another CD case as he tried to sit up. "Are you hurt?"
Heechul shook his head, and Kibum smiled. At least he wasn't hurt. Good. Kibum moved, sat on the floor, staring at the mess. Heechul sat, too, and they observed the scattered cases together.
"Ah, Hyung, what was that about?"
Kibum looked at his hyung. 'Cinderella' seemed almost confused as to what Kibum was talking about, but when the younger male touched his own lips with a finger, Heechul knew instantly what he was talking about.
"Sorry, Kibum."
Heechul moved closer, trapping Kibum with an arm around his waist.
"But... you are so gorgeous."
And, for the second time that evening, Heechul's lips were against his, and this time, Kibum had no objections to it.
completed: 1/100
rating: g-pg
disclaimer: don't own, etc
warning: they're probably extremely out of character. gomen. n.n
archive here
The door opened, and then slammed shut again. Kim Kibum listened to the scuffle in the front room before he heard his voice.
"I'm home!~"
"Heechul Hyung, there's food in the kitchen," Kibum replied.
He heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, but kept his eyes focused on the computer screen.
"Hmm, I already ate," Heechul announced, flopping onto the sofa and turning the television on.
Kibum simply nodded, tapping his chin to the beat of the music he was reading.
"One two three, one two three," he said, softly, in English, nodding and marking it down on the paper in front of him.
The television station changed.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
"This is so boring," Heechul complained.
Kibum heard the sofa protest as his hyung got up to quickly, and had no time to react when he suddenly felt Heechul's arms around him.
"Hy-hyung?" the younger male stammered as Heechul leaned on his back; he could feel Heechul's stomach against his tense shoulderblades.
He slowly brought his arms up and around Kibum's neck, in a light hug, nothing to really choke the poor man. Kibum could taste the staleness in Heechul's breath. Had he been drinking? Kibum turned his head, and Heechul planted a big fat kiss on his cheek, causing Kibum to shove his friend away from him and stand hastily from the desk chair. Heechul stumbled back, ramming into the television and the CD stand, sending all fifty of the cases to the floor. Heechul followed without a moments notice, and Kibum moved to try and prevent him from falling. He grabbed his hand, but the force was too strong, and he landed with a low 'oomf' on top of Heechul. This didn't seem to phase the older man, as he began laughing, and the stench of his stale breath washed over Kibum, making him lift his body up on one arm to get off his room mate. The CD case under his hand slipped, and Kibum went down again, the tip of his nose mashing against Heechul's.
"Snow White will wake with a kiss," Heechul said, and quickly closed the distance between they're lips.
It was only for a brief second, but it felt like forever to Kibum. In that quick kiss he felt the warmth of Heechul's lips, tasted his sweet breath (even if it was coated with the stale beer), and felt his heart pound against his protesting ribs. Heechul was only grinning up at Kibum, which really didn't help much, because it just drew the attention back to his mouth. Heechul couldn't move, Kibum realized, unless he stood first. Kibum was very aware of where their bodies touched, and the though made me try with his might to remember how to breath.
"Hyung," Kibum said, softly, trying so hard not slip on another CD case as he tried to sit up. "Are you hurt?"
Heechul shook his head, and Kibum smiled. At least he wasn't hurt. Good. Kibum moved, sat on the floor, staring at the mess. Heechul sat, too, and they observed the scattered cases together.
"Ah, Hyung, what was that about?"
Kibum looked at his hyung. 'Cinderella' seemed almost confused as to what Kibum was talking about, but when the younger male touched his own lips with a finger, Heechul knew instantly what he was talking about.
"Sorry, Kibum."
Heechul moved closer, trapping Kibum with an arm around his waist.
"But... you are so gorgeous."
And, for the second time that evening, Heechul's lips were against his, and this time, Kibum had no objections to it.