Birthday Drabbles [June]
Puppy Love - Sungmin/Ryeowook - PG
For yukwol
Ryeowook was added to Super Junior without much warning, just a last-minute replacement for the trainee who left without a word. Ryeowook was welcomed, but not particularly warmly so. The eleven others had chemistry with the one that left, not with Ryeowook.
“Hey, welcome to Super Junior,” one said, smiling warmly and genuinely, pulling the startled Ryeowook into a hug. “I’m Lee Sungmin. You’re cute, Ryeowookie.”
Ryeowook just blushed and stared after Sungmin’s retreating figure, butterflies erupting in his stomach, threatening to burst.
After that warm greeting and brief hug and compliment, Sungmin was always on Ryeowook’s mind. He naturally gravitated toward Sungmin after practices, always wanted to get ice cream with him on hot days and curl up close to him on the couch when it was cold.
He loved Sungmin unconditionally, merely because Sungmin had shown compassion to him when no one else would. Maybe it was irrational, but Ryeowook wasn’t going to change.
~~~~~
“Sungminnie hyung, want to watch a movie with me?” Ryeowook asked one evening, a blanket wrapped around himself as he stood in Sungmin’s doorway, smiling winningly.
Sungmin looked up from his desk and pulled his headphones off before nodding enthusiastically and grabbing a pillow, following Ryeowook into his room. Ryeowook had gotten a laptop from his parents recently, and it was his pride and joy, so of course he loved watching movies off of it.
They curled up on Ryeowook’s bed, safe and warm under the blankets and curled up against each other, reveling in the warmth and the feeling of simply being close.
Ryeowook had chosen a romantic comedy, he always did like those, and he couldn’t help but imagine that he were the main character, pursuing the other lead, that other lead being Sungmin. He wanted a happy ending with him like the characters got.
In a spur of the moment, Ryeowook looked sideways at Sungmin, unsure but still set on carrying out his plan. Sungmin’s eyes were glued to the laptop screen, focused intently on the movie.
Ryeowook leaned in and pressed a brief kiss to Sungmin’s cheek before blushing furiously and staring at the laptop, directing all of his attention to the screen to avoid Sungmin’s gaze. Sungmin giggled and snuggled closer to Ryeowook, nuzzling his neck before diverting his own attention back to the screen.
Ryeowook just sighed contentedly and relaxed in Sungmin’s hold, totally okay with his love being unrequited as long as they could have little moments like this, just the two of them.
Secret - Kyuhyun/Sungmin - R
For black_love520
Sungmin gave the audience one last seductive smirk before the lights went out and he ran backstage, needing to prepare himself for the next act.
But then Kyuhyun was there, grabbing his wrist and throwing him against the nearest wall, pinning him right as Sungmin was retying his hair.
“Kyuhyun, what the hell?” he demanded, struggling against his grasp. “We need to get ready for the next act!”
“I don’t like them touching you like that,” Kyuhyun said, running his hands over Sungmin’s bare, slicked-with-sweat torso, scraping his nails as he moved his hands down. “You’re mine, Min. Only I can touch you like this. Not those girls.”
“K-Kyu,” Sungmin gasped out, biting back a moan as Kyuhyun abused one of his nipples with his fingers. “It’s part of the act, Kyu. They’re nothing, just girls.”
“I know,” Kyuhyun shrugged, tilting his head to the side and tweaking Sungmin’s nipple, face almost too casual. “I still don’t like it, though,” he said, looking up at Sungmin, locking eyes with him. His eyes were dark, almost black, and glazed over with want, pure want.
Kyuhyun leaned down, latching his mouth to Sungmin’s neck, sucking lightly.
Sungmin groaned, wanting more, and Kyuhyun just chuckled, low and sadistic.
“Moan for me, Min,” he ordered. “Prove to me that you only need me, not those other sluts.”
“Kyuhyun!” he gasped out, yanking on Kyuhyun’s hair, needing him to suck harder. “Fuck, Kyuhyun, I’m yours.”
Kyuhyun smirked against Sungmin’s neck and pulled back, and Sungmin whined in protest. Kyuhyun just chuckled again. “Ah, ah, ah…” he sang tauntingly, shaking a finger. “Min, I can’t leave a mark. Everyone will find out. Besides, I don’t even know that you’re mine…”
“Kyuhyun, I’m fucking yours,” Sungmin exclaimed desperately. “How am I supposed to prove that?”
“Get down on your knees and tell me you’re mine,” Kyuhyun said, smirking and forcing the man to his knees.
“Someone might see!” Sungmin exclaimed, looking up and down the hallway, terrified that one of the staff or, even worse, one of the members would walk by and see them. But Kyuhyun ignored him and already had his fly down and his pants at his knees.
“You know you want to,” Kyuhyun said, moving his evident bulge closer to Sungmin’s face.
Sungmin couldn’t deny that so, with one last wary glance, leaned closer and took Kyuhyun into his mouth, moaning around it when Kyuhyun’s hands slid into his hair and tugged.
Strawberries - Donghae/Hyukjae - PG
For the_night_thief
Hyukjae had this little addiction. It wasn’t anything life threatening or particularly dangerous, unless you were, of course, lactose intolerant, but fortunately for Hyukjae, he wasn’t lactose intolerant. So, being free of lactose intolerance, Hyukjae freely drank all the Strawberry Milk he could get his hands on.
It drove the members crazy, especially Sungmin, because he too liked the drink but could never find it because Hyukjae hoarded it for himself.
“We need to do something about this,” Sungmin said, completely serious while everyone else gathered at the table - Ryeowook, Donghae, Jongwoon, Hankyung and Shindong - stared at him, amused by the serious meeting called for so trivial a matter.
“I never get to drink any strawberry milk,” he ranted, pacing about and around the table. “The bills are ridiculously high because we have to buy so much of it as well as pay for an extra mini fridge so Hyukjae can horde the coveted beverage in his room...”
Shindong made the mistake of snickering sometime during Sungmin’s pacing and ranting, and consequently got smacked in the head with nunchucks that Sungmin whipped out from behind his back..
“Shin Donghee!” he pouted, frowning at his best friend. “I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation!”
“So Hyuk likes Strawberry Milk a lot, so what?” Hankyung asked, leaning back in his seat.
“Did you not hear any of the grievances I just listed?” Sungmin demanded, looking so threatening that Hankyung sunk a little bit in his seat.
“I don’t speak Korean,” Hankyung said, holding his hands up in surrender.
Sungmin let out an exasperated sigh, and Donghae decided to take pity on the poor man.
“Hyung, I’ll talk to Hyukkie,” he volunteered, raising a hand. “Will I get a prize for dealing with the problem?”
“Donghae, I will buy you all the English movies you want if you can solve the problem,” Sungmin said without thinking. The chances of Donghae succeeding where he didn’t weren’t really that high, so what was there to lose?
Hyukjae chose this moment to re-enter the dorms, pausing only a minute to shoot the people gathered around the table a confused glance before moving on into the kitchen.
“No, he’s going to drink my milk!” Sungmin hissed under his breath.
Donghae grinned and walked into the kitchen, grabbing Hyukjae’s shoulder just before he could grab Sungmin’s precious milk.
“What’s up, Hae?” Hyukjae asked, grinning at the guy and still reaching for the bottle.
Donghae just hummed and shrugged before leaning in and pressing a kiss to lips of the thoroughly startled Hyukjae. Sure, Hyukjae and Donghae had shared playful pecks before, but that was just for fanservice or when they were goofing off. Their kisses never really included Donghae’s tongue invading Hyukjae’s mouth.
When Donghae pulled back, Hyukjae just stared at Donghae in shock, cheeks pinking to an extreme degree that Donghae might have been concerned with Hyukjae’s health had he not been blushing as well.
“Aren’t I better than Strawberry Milk, Hyukkie?” Donghae asked innocently.
A week later, the Strawberry Milk supply was full and Donghae had about two dozen English movies to be watched with Hyukjae when they weren’t busy playing around.
Caring - Hyukjae/Donghae - PG
For sapphirewings15
Hyukjae had never really been the motherly sort of person - that was Jungsu or Ryeowook or even Sungmin. He wasn’t completely cold either, he really did care for his fellow members. But he never felt compelled to give them encouraging words when they were tired - he was tired too - and he never felt the need to nurture them when they fell ill - again, the motherly figures would do that.
But that was before he saw Donghae staring dejectedly in the mirror of the practice room, lamenting over the fact that he couldn’t get the dance down perfectly like Hyukjae could.
“Yah, Donghae, you alright?” Hyukjae asked, grabbing a water bottle and approaching the boy. Practice had ended half an hour ago, but he was still there, trying to perfect the dance.
Donghae looked up at Hyukjae, and Hyukjae was instantly reminded of a kicked puppy. “Hyukkie, I can’t do it,” he whispered. “Hyukkie, I just can’t.”
Hyukjae didn’t really know what came over him, but he was suddenly kneeling on the floor beside Donghae, giving him a one-armed hug and handing him the water bottle. “You’re doing great, Hae,” he said, flashing him a gummy smile. “Just sit down and take a break. Drink some water,” he said, opening the bottle that was in Donghae’s hands now.
“Thanks,” Donghae sighed after taking a long drink of water. He leaned into Hyukjae’s half-embrace, taking comfort in Hyukjae’s presence. “Could you, um…help me a bit?” he asked timidly. “Because, I mean, you’re so good at the dance! If you don’t want to, I understand. I could ask another to help me, but you’re the best so I was hoping you could help me,” Donghae said, poking his fingers together shyly.
Hyukjae grinned, flashing Donghae his gums once more, flattered and more than ready to help Donghae master the dance.
~~~~~
After the incident in the practice room, Hyukjae found himself looking toward Donghae more and more often, without even thinking about it. During dance practices, he would look at him when he felt tired, worried that Donghae felt tired too. But Donghae was grinning and dancing energetically, determined to do well, and they strengthened Hyukjae so that he forgot his own tiredness.
After practices, Hyukjae would give Donghae water and invite him to go across the street to get some ice cream when it was hot out. He made sure Donghae ate enough and gave him snacks when he saw that Donghae was losing weight due to the vigorous schedules. When Donghae fell sick, Hyukjae kicked Sungmin out of the room and stayed by Donghae’s side and nursed him back to health.
Hyukjae didn’t like being feminized, no matter how much the fans loved it, so he was horrified when Sungmin declared that he was like a mother hen to Donghae.
“I am not!” Hyukjae declared, straightening the bed sheets and fluffing the pillow.
“Hyuk, that’s Donghae’s bed you’re fixing,” Sungmin pointed out, not even trying to hide his amusement.
“I…” Hyukjae trailed off, unable to finish the sentence how he had originally intended to. “I have a soft spot for Donghae, okay?”
“Oh, the things that young love does to us,” Sungmin said, sighing wistfully, letting out a shriek of laughter and bolting out of the room when Hyukjae pelted a pillow at him.
Hyukjae sighed. “Stupid hyung…” he grumbled, fluffing Donghae pillow and returning it to Donghae’s bed. “It isn’t young love…”
“Hyukkie, what are you doing here?” Donghae asked, walking into the room, exhaustion evident but still smiling as brightly as he could manage at Hyukjae.
Hyukjae’s expression instantly softened and he opened his arms, letting the poor, exhausted boy lean against him for support. “Just tidying up,” he said casually. “Tired from practice?”
“Mhmm,” Donghae hummed in confirmation, resting his head in the crook of Hyukjae’s neck and sighing softly. “But I don’t feel so tired anymore…”
Hyukjae smiled softly and subtly tightened his grip on Donghae, almost unnoticeably so. “Get some rest,” Hyukjae said, giving Donghae a squeeze before helping him into bed.
“Sleep with me, Hyukkie,” Donghae requested, and even though Donghae smelled bad and was sweaty, Hyukjae lied down beside him, and didn’t even protest when Donghae hugged him and snuggled into him.
Donghae was tired and he was offering him support, that was all.
Touch - Kyuhyun/Sungmin - PG
For oliviajones101
Kyuhyun wasn’t the sort to absolutely love fanservice, not like Heechul or Siwon. No, fanservice wasn’t really his thing, and he felt perhaps the most awkward about it.
It didn’t help that the other twelve had already been together for a year and doing fanservice before he joined, so they had grown accustomed to it.
The first time Jungsu slapped Kyuhyun’s ass, Kyuhyun leapt about a meter into the air and ended up forgetting to put the vegetables in the ramen.
When Heechul walked around dressed like a girl and casually flung an arm around his neck, Kyuhyun decided that now was a good time to get in shape and run like the wind.
When Kyuhyun woke up in the middle of the night to find Jongwoon hovering over him and poking his philtrum, Kyuhyun nearly wet himself. Nearly.
When Hyukjae and Donghae ganged up on him and sandwiched him in a hug, Kyuhyun panicked and spread his arms apart, sending the two sprawling on opposite sides of the room. He didn’t even think to apologize before declaring that he needed to work on the dance.
When Siwon came out of freaking nowhere and hugged him and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, Kyuhyun’s arms flailed about aimlessly and he shoved Siwon away before bolting for the hills, claiming he needed to practice singing.
When he jerked awake on the couch, due to falling asleep while gaming, only to find Ryeowook tucking a blanket around him so he could sleep more comfortably, he tumbled off of the couch, only just managing to shield his laptop, and zipped into his room.
However, when Sungmin shook him gently to wake him up, or leaned into him on the car rides back to the dorms, Kyuhyun was completely frozen, unable to move or push Sungmin away. When Sungmin would laugh and call Kyuhyun a messy eater and wipe the food around his mouth away, Kyuhyun would forget how to breathe and just remain stationary.
When Sungmin would hug him when he felt tired, he wouldn’t hug back, but he would lean into him and not make any move to get rid of him. He even found himself frowning when Sungmin’s lingering touches would end, or when he would hug the other members as well.
~~~~~
He approached Sungmin one evening, timidly and kind of embarrassed, but he was the maknae, damn it, he could act a little spoiled sometimes.
“Hyung…” he began, opening the door slowly and poking his head in, relieved to see just Sungmin.
“What’s up, Kyu?” Sungmin asked, grinning and using the pet name he had taken to calling Kyuhyun.
“Um…” he said, shutting the door and shuffling forward, sitting beside Sungmin on the bed. He wasn’t sure how to word it, so he just leaned into Sungmin, smiling when Sungmin automatically wrapped his arms around him.
“Something wrong, Kyu?” Sungmin asked, chuckling at first at Kyuhyun’s childish behavior, but becoming worried that he was being a bit out of character.
Kyuhyun was quiet for a moment. “No,” he replied, shaking his head. “I just wanted a hug from you, hyung.”
Online - Kyuhyun/Sungmin - PG-13
For jia028
“Hey Min,” Kyuhyun said, entering the room he was fortunate to share with his boyfriend after a long day jam-packed with schedules. He shut the door and tossed his bag into the corner, frowning when Sungmin didn’t even greet him like he normally would.
He looked over at Sungmin, heart skipping a beat in fright at the sight of the pale blue light from the computer screen illuminating Sungmin’s face in a rather scary manner. Sungmin was staring intently at the screen, eyes moving back and forth quickly, paying no attention to Kyuhyun whatsoever.
“Sungmin…” he said, lifting up the bag he hadn’t tossed in the corner and shaking it slowly. “I picked up a bottle of wine on the way back for us to share…”
Sungmin still didn’t reply, and Kyuhyun made a disgruntled, pouting sound, completely miffed that he was being ignored by his hyung and boyfriend. It’s not like he ever…
Okay, so maybe he was like that when he was playing StarCraft, but he always at least gave him a hum of confirmation. Most of the time.
“Sungmin hyung, why are you ignoring me?” he whined, attempting aegyo and shuddering in disgust immediately after. Kyuhyun and aegyo didn’t exactly go hand in hand. Unless that aegyo was Sungmin, whom he could go hand in hand with any day when there weren’t any fans around.
Kyuhyun let out a low growl of frustration and stomped over to Sungmin, sitting down hard across from Sungmin, making the mattress dip.
“Sungmin hyung!” he yelled, snapping his fingers in Sungmin’s face, finally snapping Sungmin out of his daze.
“What?” Sungmin asked, looking wide-eyed at Kyuhyun. “When did you get in here?”
Kyuhyun groaned in frustration and moved to grab Sungmin’s laptop, but Sungmin tugged on it.
“Hyung, let me see what you were looking at,” he ordered, yanking on the laptop, but Sungmin had a firm hold. “Come on, it’s not like there’s much I haven’t seen online…”
“No,” Sungmin refused, blushing the slightest bit and shaking his head.
Kyuhyun sighed before a smirk flashed across his face, too quickly for Sungmin to catch. He let go of the laptop and leaned over it, kissing Sungmin and sliding his tongue in, just enough to get Sungmin to slacken his hold on the laptop and-
“Got it!” Kyuhyun exclaimed triumphantly, leaping off of the bed, laptop in hand and diving onto his bed. He opened the laptop back up, glancing at Sungmin while typing the password (of course he knew it) in. He was curious as to why Sungmin was hiding behind his pillow in mortification, but shrugged and looked at the screen.
And he forgot how to breathe.
He’d seen KyuMin fanart before, that was for sure. But normally they were cute and fluffy, either in poses that they had been in for pictures, or one of them as a girl in a couple pose. Never before had he seen fanart of him and Sungmin going at it in the shower.
With wide eyes, Kyuhyun scrolled down the person’s page, finding more and more perverted art starring him and Sungmin. There they were going at it against a wall, Sungmin had his pants half-off and Kyuhyun’s hands were mysteriously beneath Sungmin, Sungmin was between Kyuhyun’s legs…
“Well, this girl certainly is…talented,” Kyuhyun said, for lack of better words.
“Just close it already,” Sungmin whimpered, sounding ashamed as he hugged and hid behind his pillow.
Kyuhyun glanced at Sungmin, chuckling about how embarrassed he looked before getting up and moving back to Sungmin’s bed, laptop in hand.
“Hyung, have you ever read the fanfiction about us…?”
For yukwol
Ryeowook was added to Super Junior without much warning, just a last-minute replacement for the trainee who left without a word. Ryeowook was welcomed, but not particularly warmly so. The eleven others had chemistry with the one that left, not with Ryeowook.
“Hey, welcome to Super Junior,” one said, smiling warmly and genuinely, pulling the startled Ryeowook into a hug. “I’m Lee Sungmin. You’re cute, Ryeowookie.”
Ryeowook just blushed and stared after Sungmin’s retreating figure, butterflies erupting in his stomach, threatening to burst.
After that warm greeting and brief hug and compliment, Sungmin was always on Ryeowook’s mind. He naturally gravitated toward Sungmin after practices, always wanted to get ice cream with him on hot days and curl up close to him on the couch when it was cold.
He loved Sungmin unconditionally, merely because Sungmin had shown compassion to him when no one else would. Maybe it was irrational, but Ryeowook wasn’t going to change.
~~~~~
“Sungminnie hyung, want to watch a movie with me?” Ryeowook asked one evening, a blanket wrapped around himself as he stood in Sungmin’s doorway, smiling winningly.
Sungmin looked up from his desk and pulled his headphones off before nodding enthusiastically and grabbing a pillow, following Ryeowook into his room. Ryeowook had gotten a laptop from his parents recently, and it was his pride and joy, so of course he loved watching movies off of it.
They curled up on Ryeowook’s bed, safe and warm under the blankets and curled up against each other, reveling in the warmth and the feeling of simply being close.
Ryeowook had chosen a romantic comedy, he always did like those, and he couldn’t help but imagine that he were the main character, pursuing the other lead, that other lead being Sungmin. He wanted a happy ending with him like the characters got.
In a spur of the moment, Ryeowook looked sideways at Sungmin, unsure but still set on carrying out his plan. Sungmin’s eyes were glued to the laptop screen, focused intently on the movie.
Ryeowook leaned in and pressed a brief kiss to Sungmin’s cheek before blushing furiously and staring at the laptop, directing all of his attention to the screen to avoid Sungmin’s gaze. Sungmin giggled and snuggled closer to Ryeowook, nuzzling his neck before diverting his own attention back to the screen.
Ryeowook just sighed contentedly and relaxed in Sungmin’s hold, totally okay with his love being unrequited as long as they could have little moments like this, just the two of them.
Secret - Kyuhyun/Sungmin - R
For black_love520
Sungmin gave the audience one last seductive smirk before the lights went out and he ran backstage, needing to prepare himself for the next act.
But then Kyuhyun was there, grabbing his wrist and throwing him against the nearest wall, pinning him right as Sungmin was retying his hair.
“Kyuhyun, what the hell?” he demanded, struggling against his grasp. “We need to get ready for the next act!”
“I don’t like them touching you like that,” Kyuhyun said, running his hands over Sungmin’s bare, slicked-with-sweat torso, scraping his nails as he moved his hands down. “You’re mine, Min. Only I can touch you like this. Not those girls.”
“K-Kyu,” Sungmin gasped out, biting back a moan as Kyuhyun abused one of his nipples with his fingers. “It’s part of the act, Kyu. They’re nothing, just girls.”
“I know,” Kyuhyun shrugged, tilting his head to the side and tweaking Sungmin’s nipple, face almost too casual. “I still don’t like it, though,” he said, looking up at Sungmin, locking eyes with him. His eyes were dark, almost black, and glazed over with want, pure want.
Kyuhyun leaned down, latching his mouth to Sungmin’s neck, sucking lightly.
Sungmin groaned, wanting more, and Kyuhyun just chuckled, low and sadistic.
“Moan for me, Min,” he ordered. “Prove to me that you only need me, not those other sluts.”
“Kyuhyun!” he gasped out, yanking on Kyuhyun’s hair, needing him to suck harder. “Fuck, Kyuhyun, I’m yours.”
Kyuhyun smirked against Sungmin’s neck and pulled back, and Sungmin whined in protest. Kyuhyun just chuckled again. “Ah, ah, ah…” he sang tauntingly, shaking a finger. “Min, I can’t leave a mark. Everyone will find out. Besides, I don’t even know that you’re mine…”
“Kyuhyun, I’m fucking yours,” Sungmin exclaimed desperately. “How am I supposed to prove that?”
“Get down on your knees and tell me you’re mine,” Kyuhyun said, smirking and forcing the man to his knees.
“Someone might see!” Sungmin exclaimed, looking up and down the hallway, terrified that one of the staff or, even worse, one of the members would walk by and see them. But Kyuhyun ignored him and already had his fly down and his pants at his knees.
“You know you want to,” Kyuhyun said, moving his evident bulge closer to Sungmin’s face.
Sungmin couldn’t deny that so, with one last wary glance, leaned closer and took Kyuhyun into his mouth, moaning around it when Kyuhyun’s hands slid into his hair and tugged.
Strawberries - Donghae/Hyukjae - PG
For the_night_thief
Hyukjae had this little addiction. It wasn’t anything life threatening or particularly dangerous, unless you were, of course, lactose intolerant, but fortunately for Hyukjae, he wasn’t lactose intolerant. So, being free of lactose intolerance, Hyukjae freely drank all the Strawberry Milk he could get his hands on.
It drove the members crazy, especially Sungmin, because he too liked the drink but could never find it because Hyukjae hoarded it for himself.
“We need to do something about this,” Sungmin said, completely serious while everyone else gathered at the table - Ryeowook, Donghae, Jongwoon, Hankyung and Shindong - stared at him, amused by the serious meeting called for so trivial a matter.
“I never get to drink any strawberry milk,” he ranted, pacing about and around the table. “The bills are ridiculously high because we have to buy so much of it as well as pay for an extra mini fridge so Hyukjae can horde the coveted beverage in his room...”
Shindong made the mistake of snickering sometime during Sungmin’s pacing and ranting, and consequently got smacked in the head with nunchucks that Sungmin whipped out from behind his back..
“Shin Donghee!” he pouted, frowning at his best friend. “I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation!”
“So Hyuk likes Strawberry Milk a lot, so what?” Hankyung asked, leaning back in his seat.
“Did you not hear any of the grievances I just listed?” Sungmin demanded, looking so threatening that Hankyung sunk a little bit in his seat.
“I don’t speak Korean,” Hankyung said, holding his hands up in surrender.
Sungmin let out an exasperated sigh, and Donghae decided to take pity on the poor man.
“Hyung, I’ll talk to Hyukkie,” he volunteered, raising a hand. “Will I get a prize for dealing with the problem?”
“Donghae, I will buy you all the English movies you want if you can solve the problem,” Sungmin said without thinking. The chances of Donghae succeeding where he didn’t weren’t really that high, so what was there to lose?
Hyukjae chose this moment to re-enter the dorms, pausing only a minute to shoot the people gathered around the table a confused glance before moving on into the kitchen.
“No, he’s going to drink my milk!” Sungmin hissed under his breath.
Donghae grinned and walked into the kitchen, grabbing Hyukjae’s shoulder just before he could grab Sungmin’s precious milk.
“What’s up, Hae?” Hyukjae asked, grinning at the guy and still reaching for the bottle.
Donghae just hummed and shrugged before leaning in and pressing a kiss to lips of the thoroughly startled Hyukjae. Sure, Hyukjae and Donghae had shared playful pecks before, but that was just for fanservice or when they were goofing off. Their kisses never really included Donghae’s tongue invading Hyukjae’s mouth.
When Donghae pulled back, Hyukjae just stared at Donghae in shock, cheeks pinking to an extreme degree that Donghae might have been concerned with Hyukjae’s health had he not been blushing as well.
“Aren’t I better than Strawberry Milk, Hyukkie?” Donghae asked innocently.
A week later, the Strawberry Milk supply was full and Donghae had about two dozen English movies to be watched with Hyukjae when they weren’t busy playing around.
Caring - Hyukjae/Donghae - PG
For sapphirewings15
Hyukjae had never really been the motherly sort of person - that was Jungsu or Ryeowook or even Sungmin. He wasn’t completely cold either, he really did care for his fellow members. But he never felt compelled to give them encouraging words when they were tired - he was tired too - and he never felt the need to nurture them when they fell ill - again, the motherly figures would do that.
But that was before he saw Donghae staring dejectedly in the mirror of the practice room, lamenting over the fact that he couldn’t get the dance down perfectly like Hyukjae could.
“Yah, Donghae, you alright?” Hyukjae asked, grabbing a water bottle and approaching the boy. Practice had ended half an hour ago, but he was still there, trying to perfect the dance.
Donghae looked up at Hyukjae, and Hyukjae was instantly reminded of a kicked puppy. “Hyukkie, I can’t do it,” he whispered. “Hyukkie, I just can’t.”
Hyukjae didn’t really know what came over him, but he was suddenly kneeling on the floor beside Donghae, giving him a one-armed hug and handing him the water bottle. “You’re doing great, Hae,” he said, flashing him a gummy smile. “Just sit down and take a break. Drink some water,” he said, opening the bottle that was in Donghae’s hands now.
“Thanks,” Donghae sighed after taking a long drink of water. He leaned into Hyukjae’s half-embrace, taking comfort in Hyukjae’s presence. “Could you, um…help me a bit?” he asked timidly. “Because, I mean, you’re so good at the dance! If you don’t want to, I understand. I could ask another to help me, but you’re the best so I was hoping you could help me,” Donghae said, poking his fingers together shyly.
Hyukjae grinned, flashing Donghae his gums once more, flattered and more than ready to help Donghae master the dance.
~~~~~
After the incident in the practice room, Hyukjae found himself looking toward Donghae more and more often, without even thinking about it. During dance practices, he would look at him when he felt tired, worried that Donghae felt tired too. But Donghae was grinning and dancing energetically, determined to do well, and they strengthened Hyukjae so that he forgot his own tiredness.
After practices, Hyukjae would give Donghae water and invite him to go across the street to get some ice cream when it was hot out. He made sure Donghae ate enough and gave him snacks when he saw that Donghae was losing weight due to the vigorous schedules. When Donghae fell sick, Hyukjae kicked Sungmin out of the room and stayed by Donghae’s side and nursed him back to health.
Hyukjae didn’t like being feminized, no matter how much the fans loved it, so he was horrified when Sungmin declared that he was like a mother hen to Donghae.
“I am not!” Hyukjae declared, straightening the bed sheets and fluffing the pillow.
“Hyuk, that’s Donghae’s bed you’re fixing,” Sungmin pointed out, not even trying to hide his amusement.
“I…” Hyukjae trailed off, unable to finish the sentence how he had originally intended to. “I have a soft spot for Donghae, okay?”
“Oh, the things that young love does to us,” Sungmin said, sighing wistfully, letting out a shriek of laughter and bolting out of the room when Hyukjae pelted a pillow at him.
Hyukjae sighed. “Stupid hyung…” he grumbled, fluffing Donghae pillow and returning it to Donghae’s bed. “It isn’t young love…”
“Hyukkie, what are you doing here?” Donghae asked, walking into the room, exhaustion evident but still smiling as brightly as he could manage at Hyukjae.
Hyukjae’s expression instantly softened and he opened his arms, letting the poor, exhausted boy lean against him for support. “Just tidying up,” he said casually. “Tired from practice?”
“Mhmm,” Donghae hummed in confirmation, resting his head in the crook of Hyukjae’s neck and sighing softly. “But I don’t feel so tired anymore…”
Hyukjae smiled softly and subtly tightened his grip on Donghae, almost unnoticeably so. “Get some rest,” Hyukjae said, giving Donghae a squeeze before helping him into bed.
“Sleep with me, Hyukkie,” Donghae requested, and even though Donghae smelled bad and was sweaty, Hyukjae lied down beside him, and didn’t even protest when Donghae hugged him and snuggled into him.
Donghae was tired and he was offering him support, that was all.
Touch - Kyuhyun/Sungmin - PG
For oliviajones101
Kyuhyun wasn’t the sort to absolutely love fanservice, not like Heechul or Siwon. No, fanservice wasn’t really his thing, and he felt perhaps the most awkward about it.
It didn’t help that the other twelve had already been together for a year and doing fanservice before he joined, so they had grown accustomed to it.
The first time Jungsu slapped Kyuhyun’s ass, Kyuhyun leapt about a meter into the air and ended up forgetting to put the vegetables in the ramen.
When Heechul walked around dressed like a girl and casually flung an arm around his neck, Kyuhyun decided that now was a good time to get in shape and run like the wind.
When Kyuhyun woke up in the middle of the night to find Jongwoon hovering over him and poking his philtrum, Kyuhyun nearly wet himself. Nearly.
When Hyukjae and Donghae ganged up on him and sandwiched him in a hug, Kyuhyun panicked and spread his arms apart, sending the two sprawling on opposite sides of the room. He didn’t even think to apologize before declaring that he needed to work on the dance.
When Siwon came out of freaking nowhere and hugged him and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, Kyuhyun’s arms flailed about aimlessly and he shoved Siwon away before bolting for the hills, claiming he needed to practice singing.
When he jerked awake on the couch, due to falling asleep while gaming, only to find Ryeowook tucking a blanket around him so he could sleep more comfortably, he tumbled off of the couch, only just managing to shield his laptop, and zipped into his room.
However, when Sungmin shook him gently to wake him up, or leaned into him on the car rides back to the dorms, Kyuhyun was completely frozen, unable to move or push Sungmin away. When Sungmin would laugh and call Kyuhyun a messy eater and wipe the food around his mouth away, Kyuhyun would forget how to breathe and just remain stationary.
When Sungmin would hug him when he felt tired, he wouldn’t hug back, but he would lean into him and not make any move to get rid of him. He even found himself frowning when Sungmin’s lingering touches would end, or when he would hug the other members as well.
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He approached Sungmin one evening, timidly and kind of embarrassed, but he was the maknae, damn it, he could act a little spoiled sometimes.
“Hyung…” he began, opening the door slowly and poking his head in, relieved to see just Sungmin.
“What’s up, Kyu?” Sungmin asked, grinning and using the pet name he had taken to calling Kyuhyun.
“Um…” he said, shutting the door and shuffling forward, sitting beside Sungmin on the bed. He wasn’t sure how to word it, so he just leaned into Sungmin, smiling when Sungmin automatically wrapped his arms around him.
“Something wrong, Kyu?” Sungmin asked, chuckling at first at Kyuhyun’s childish behavior, but becoming worried that he was being a bit out of character.
Kyuhyun was quiet for a moment. “No,” he replied, shaking his head. “I just wanted a hug from you, hyung.”
Online - Kyuhyun/Sungmin - PG-13
For jia028
“Hey Min,” Kyuhyun said, entering the room he was fortunate to share with his boyfriend after a long day jam-packed with schedules. He shut the door and tossed his bag into the corner, frowning when Sungmin didn’t even greet him like he normally would.
He looked over at Sungmin, heart skipping a beat in fright at the sight of the pale blue light from the computer screen illuminating Sungmin’s face in a rather scary manner. Sungmin was staring intently at the screen, eyes moving back and forth quickly, paying no attention to Kyuhyun whatsoever.
“Sungmin…” he said, lifting up the bag he hadn’t tossed in the corner and shaking it slowly. “I picked up a bottle of wine on the way back for us to share…”
Sungmin still didn’t reply, and Kyuhyun made a disgruntled, pouting sound, completely miffed that he was being ignored by his hyung and boyfriend. It’s not like he ever…
Okay, so maybe he was like that when he was playing StarCraft, but he always at least gave him a hum of confirmation. Most of the time.
“Sungmin hyung, why are you ignoring me?” he whined, attempting aegyo and shuddering in disgust immediately after. Kyuhyun and aegyo didn’t exactly go hand in hand. Unless that aegyo was Sungmin, whom he could go hand in hand with any day when there weren’t any fans around.
Kyuhyun let out a low growl of frustration and stomped over to Sungmin, sitting down hard across from Sungmin, making the mattress dip.
“Sungmin hyung!” he yelled, snapping his fingers in Sungmin’s face, finally snapping Sungmin out of his daze.
“What?” Sungmin asked, looking wide-eyed at Kyuhyun. “When did you get in here?”
Kyuhyun groaned in frustration and moved to grab Sungmin’s laptop, but Sungmin tugged on it.
“Hyung, let me see what you were looking at,” he ordered, yanking on the laptop, but Sungmin had a firm hold. “Come on, it’s not like there’s much I haven’t seen online…”
“No,” Sungmin refused, blushing the slightest bit and shaking his head.
Kyuhyun sighed before a smirk flashed across his face, too quickly for Sungmin to catch. He let go of the laptop and leaned over it, kissing Sungmin and sliding his tongue in, just enough to get Sungmin to slacken his hold on the laptop and-
“Got it!” Kyuhyun exclaimed triumphantly, leaping off of the bed, laptop in hand and diving onto his bed. He opened the laptop back up, glancing at Sungmin while typing the password (of course he knew it) in. He was curious as to why Sungmin was hiding behind his pillow in mortification, but shrugged and looked at the screen.
And he forgot how to breathe.
He’d seen KyuMin fanart before, that was for sure. But normally they were cute and fluffy, either in poses that they had been in for pictures, or one of them as a girl in a couple pose. Never before had he seen fanart of him and Sungmin going at it in the shower.
With wide eyes, Kyuhyun scrolled down the person’s page, finding more and more perverted art starring him and Sungmin. There they were going at it against a wall, Sungmin had his pants half-off and Kyuhyun’s hands were mysteriously beneath Sungmin, Sungmin was between Kyuhyun’s legs…
“Well, this girl certainly is…talented,” Kyuhyun said, for lack of better words.
“Just close it already,” Sungmin whimpered, sounding ashamed as he hugged and hid behind his pillow.
Kyuhyun glanced at Sungmin, chuckling about how embarrassed he looked before getting up and moving back to Sungmin’s bed, laptop in hand.
“Hyung, have you ever read the fanfiction about us…?”