Birthday Drabbles [July]
I’m Here - Hyukjae/Donghae - PG
For monkeylovefishy
Hyukjae had always been a rather cheerful member of Super Junior. His best friend, Donghae, was too, and they were probably responsible for about half of the premature gray hairs on Park Jungsu’s head, but that was okay, because they always got away with it.
Donghae was always smiling, so it was only natural that Hyukjae smiled often as well. Donghae’s smile was just contagious like that. Hyukjae grew accustomed to Donghae greeting him with a smile that was often accompanied by a hug.
So he was startled, to say the least, when Donghae didn’t even greet him when he returned from his schedule one day. Normally he had to pry the boy off of him, a fake stern look on his face to hide his smile. But today there was no boy barreling toward him with his arms wide open.
Today he was greeted by an exhausted looking Jungsu and a concerned Youngwoon and a grim looking manager.
“Um…” Hyukjae said, scratching the back of his neck. “Where’s Hae?”
“On his floor,” the manager said, his voice sounding heavy and laden with remorse, but for what Hyukjae didn’t know. “Why would he be up here?”
Because he always is.
“I don’t know,” Hyukjae shrugged, letting his bag fall to the floor and ignoring the twinge of guilt and disappointment. Guilt because he didn’t answer their manager properly, and disappointment because where was his hug? “Is Donghae okay?”
Jungsu and Youngwoon and their manager just shot Hyukjae this look, like they wanted to say something but couldn’t. “He just needs to be alone,” Jungsu finally said, subtly leaning into Youngwoon for support, either physical or moral, Hyukjae couldn't tell. He just knew that Youngwoon was there for Jungsu.
“Oh, okay then,” Hyukjae replied, feeling uneasy but going to his room anyway. If Donghae needed to be alone, then he would leave him alone.
~~~~~
At four in the morning, when Donghae still hadn’t snuck into Hyukjae’s bed, Hyukjae knew it was definitely time to be concerned. Screwing the fact that he had a schedule in two hours, Hyukjae tossed his blankets aside and crept out of his room and dorm and made his way to the eleventh floor.
He punched in the access code, wincing when it beeped and the door creaked open, and made his way to Donghae’s and Jungsu’s shared room. Hoping Jungsu wouldn’t be too pissed off at him, Hyukjae slipped into the room and blindly made his way to Donghae’s bed in the dark.
His hand found a mop of shaggy hair before sliding lower, meeting damp skin.
“Hae?” he whispered, ignoring the groan of annoyance from Jungsu’s bed. Figuring he could apologize later, he slid into Donghae’s bed and curled around him, pulling the younger boy closer to him. “Hae, are you crying?”
“Hyukkie?” was Donghae’s reply, muffled by a sniffle. “Hyukkie, is that you?”
“I’m here, Hae,” Hyukjae whispered, smoothing back Donghae’s bangs and tucking his head under his chin. Maybe he didn’t know why Donghae was crying, but he did know that he did need to be there for Donghae, regardless of Jungsu insisting he needed to be left alone. “I’m here.”
Erratic - Henry/Sungmin - PG-13
For fourever_young
Signing with SM Entertainment was supposed to be one of the greatest things in Henry’s life, and for a while, it was. Sure, the practices were harsh and learning two new languages was rough, but it was going to be worth it, it had to be.
The rest of the Super Junior members loved him. Jungsu smiled at him all the time, and Ryeowook and Sungmin fussed over him, and he really enjoyed that. Being a middle child, he didn’t really get as much attention as his older brother or younger sister, so being the youngest among thirteen others, fourteen if the other Chinese trainee was to be included, was great.
There were rough patches, like passing out during practice due to over-exertion, and Kyuhyun’s horrific accident, but finally it was time for his debut stage. He had practiced his part until he had it committed to memory, so that his muscles would be able to do it alone if his brain ceased functioning due to stage fright.
Donghae and Hyukjae and Hankyung made sure he had his dance down perfectly, Jungsu and Heechul gave him a run-down of how things usually went, Siwon said a prayer for him and Ryeowook and Sungmin praised his violin skills. Henry was confident, and could barely suppress the excitement bubbling in his chest when he stepped forward and started playing.
His heart soared when they started chanting in unison, but stumbled when he heard that the chants didn’t sound all that positive. His heart pummeled when he strained his ears, listening intently so he could translate. When he did figure out what they were saying, he wished he hadn’t.
He was heartbroken when the cheering got louder when he left, and could do little more than sob in the backroom when he got off stage.
The others hugged and comforted him when they got back, but by then he had dried his tears and put on his best brave face. He was in the entertainment industry, after all; masking his emotions was his specialty.
Jungsu, Ryeowook and Sungmin lingered after he had assured everyone else that he was okay, but Henry continued to insist that he was fine. Jungsu gave him a look, a pitying look that Henry didn’t like, but nodded and left, leaving Ryeowook and Sungmin.
Ryeowook gave Henry one last hug before joining the rest of his members to rid himself of his stage makeup and outfit, leaving only Sungmin with Henry.
Sungmin was different than the others. He didn’t buy Henry’s bluff, not at all. Sungmin knew that look; he’d made it many times himself when he was feeling down and didn’t want to burden the others. But Henry was too young to have to be like that, to have to mask his emotions. Sungmin wanted to shoulder some of that burden.
“Henli…” he murmured, voice so filled with understanding and sympathy that the tears Henry had been holding back began to flow freely. Sungmin wrapped his arms around the sobbing boy, pulling him into his chest and rubbing his back and wiping his tears with either hands.
“Henli, it’ll be okay,” he promised, moving so he could pull Henry onto his lap and better comfort him. “Hyung will help you, Henli. Hyung is here.”
~~~~~
Henry’s heart always sped up, erratically and dangerously so, right before every performance from then on. He knew what was to come, and he always questioned why he continued to perform when it was so obvious that they hated him.
But when Sungmin smiled encouragingly at him like that and made his heart speed up, erratically and dangerously so, but in a good way, he felt encouraged and could do it. He could put on a brave face and perform, if only to see Sungmin’s proud, comforting smile afterward.
Chocolate - Kyuhyun/Sungmin - PG-13
For mt_cute
“Hey, Min,” Kyuhyun greeted, long past formalities, as he entered their room and tossed his bag in the corner. “I’m hungry.”
“You’re getting fat,” Sungmin teased, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low on his waist, hair dripping wet from the shower. “But there are chocolate covered strawberries on the side table. If Hyuk asks where they went, tell him they went bad and I disposed of them.”
Kyuhyun chuckled and sat on Sungmin’s bed before pulling the plate onto his lap. “And they call me the evil one,” he joked. “Here you are stealing strawberries and telling Hyukjae that they went bad…”
“I said if he asked,” Sungmin said, smirking and heading over to their shared closet to dig around for clothes that belonged to him and would be suitable for sleeping in. “I never said go out of your way and tell him that.”
“But still,” Kyuhyun mumbled around a mouthful of chocolatey, strawberry goodness. “Evil.”
“Well, you eat the spoils of my ‘evil’ acts, so that would make you an evil accomplice,” Sungmin pointed out, pulling on a pair of boxers to sleep in, as well as a loose shirt before drying his hair off with the towel.
“Hmm,” Kyuhyun hummed neutrally, not really arguing or agreeing with Sungmin’s statement. “Min-ah.”
Sungmin glanced up, both of his hands occupied with using the towel to dry his hair, and grinned before leaning forward with his mouth open. Kyuhyun smiled and popped one of the morsels into Sungmin’s mouth before going back to stuffing his own face with the treat.
Sungmin grinned, at Kyuhyun and at the burst of sweet, tangy flavors in his mouth before tossing the towel aside and sitting on his bed beside Kyuhyun, moving the plate so it was balanced on their knees that were together.
“They’re really good,” Kyuhyun said, smiling at Sungmin before Sungmin could ask. “And, Min,” he said, poking Sungmin’s exposed thigh. “You said I’m the one that’s getting fat.”
“You are,” Sungmin shrugged, reaching down and pinching Kyuhyun’s butt, causing the younger to jerk and almost send the strawberries tumbling, but only just managing to catch the plate in time. “This butt was flatter when we first met.”
“You checked my butt out?” Kyuhyun asked with a snort, popping another chocolate covered strawberry into his mouth. “You were a weird hyung.”
“You’re still a weird dongsaeng,” Sungmin countered, swatting Kyuhyun’s hand away and taking the big strawberry that Kyuhyun had been reaching for. “And I didn’t check it out; I just got random glimpses of it when you would bend over to pick something up when I was lying in bed.”
“Well I checked you out,” Kyuhyun said with a grin. “And I know you checked me out. And you still do!”
“I don’t,” Sungmin insisted, though the blush on his face was giving him away. Feeling flustered by Kyuhyun’s accusing stare, Sungmin grabbed and stuffed another treat into his mouth.
Kyuhyun laughed and leaned closer. “I checked you out when you were changing just now,” he whispered lowly before leaning closer and licking the dollop of chocolate stuck to the corner of Sungmin’s lips away. Sungmin just sat there, red-faced and thrown off by the turn of events when Kyuhyun decided to hum sensuously, delighting in the flavor of chocolate, strawberry, and Sungmin.
“You know…” Kyuhyun hummed, voice suddenly much lower, richer and more appealing than it was a moment ago. “Chocolate tastes so much better off of you, Min…”
Bite - Kyuhyun/Sungmin - R
For spring_lunatic
Kyuhyun had this little fetish; it wasn’t really anything embarrassing, but it wasn’t something he was going to go out and announce to the world.
Biting. Kyuhyun got so aroused, so impossibly turned on by watching people bite. Not necessarily vampire biting, but just biting in general. It didn’t even matter who the person doing the biting was, he just loved it. There was a name for it, and he was Kyuhyun, so of course he knew it.
Odaxelagnia. Arousal by biting and nibbling.
He had it, and he had it bad, but he never really told anyone. A few of the members bit their lips subconsciously, but he could bear it by looking away.
Sungmin was the worst, though. Sungmin biting his lip when he was thinking, Sungmin biting his lip when he was playing the guitar, Sungmin biting his lip when he was doing aegyo. Kyuhyun didn’t even like aegyo, but he loved it when Sungmin bit his lip.
No, wait, he hated it. Sungmin biting his lip got him hopelessly aroused, something that was never good, especially on stage in front of thousands of fangirls with surprisingly high-quality cameras to catch the unwanted boners of his.
~~~~~
Kyuhyun wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow he ended up in Sungmin’s bed, with Sungmin right beneath him, completely naked and submissive.
Sungmin biting his own lip turned him on beyond belief, but Sungmin biting him, biting Kyuhyun? Well, that was fucking orgasmic.
Obvious - Hyukjae/Donghae - PG-13
For liet_ania
Subtlety wasn’t one of Donghae’s strong points, nor was it one of Hyukjae’s strong points. Jungsu was always scolding them, warning them, and they would say yes, hyung, but then they’d be at it again in less than a week.
There was one in every bunch, a person that was so painfully obvious about his or her affections toward someone. Normally this wasn’t a bad thing, because affection is good, but it wasn’t good when there were cameras on you all the time.
Jungsu could only sigh and shake his head out of the camera’s view, mentally facepalming when Donghae would launch himself at and cling to Hyukjae like a baby koala to its mother.
“Donghae is my girlfriend!”
“Wife? Donghae is my wife!”
“Hello, we’re EunHae.”
“EunHae is real!”
Jungsu lost track of the number of times that he told himself he was going to kick Hyukjae’s ass. Every time he would have Hyukjae and Donghae cornered and thoroughly scolded, Donghae would pull that puppy-pout of his that had Jungsu letting them off with just another warning.
“Eunhyuk’s lips belong to me!”
“Sorry, I’ll stop now. …Also, it is my opinion that Eunhyuk-sshi is really handsome.”
Donghae too. While it was Hyukjae who said most of the things that made their affection for each other so painfully obvious, Donghae said things too. Not only did Donghae say things, but he was physically and openly affectionate with Hyukjae.
They were drawn to each other like magnets; even if they were assigned to complete opposite ends of the stage, Jungsu could count on them being practically glued by the hips by the time the show ended.
Sure, the fans got a kick out of the way they would sexily dance together, but the fans didn’t have to share a room with Donghae when Hyukjae would decide to sneak in and pick up where they left off like Jungsu did.
And Jungsu also lost track of the amount of times he told them to do some fanservice with the other members. And they would do fanservice with others, like Jongwoon and Siwon and Sungmin and Kyuhyun, but then one would crack.
Hyukjae would shove Siwon away from his Donghae, Donghae would reach for and try to pull Hyukjae away from Jongwoon, Donghae would chase Sungmin away from his Hyukjae, and Hyukjae would slide in between Kyuhyun and his Donghae.
“I swear, if you two were any more obvious, you’d have wedding bands…” Jungsu grumbled after showing the guilty pair a fan video someone had made, which was basically a compilation of all of their little moments. And it had seven parts, too.
“You know…” Donghae said, grabbing Hyukjae’s hand and tracing around one of Hyukjae’s fingers. “Gay marriage has been legalized in New York…”
Hyukjae snickered at the comical expression of shock on Jungsu’s face before nodding and continuing. “Think we could stop there on our way to our next SM Town LA?”
“You two wouldn’t dare!”
Winter - Hyukjae/Donghae - G
For kyumin86eunhae
“Hyukkie, wake up!” Donghae all but sang, barging into Hyukjae’s room and bouncing on his bed, quite literally sending the tired redhead tumbling to the floor in a heap of blankets and limbs. “It snowed last night, Hyukkie, it snowed!”
“That’s nice…” Hyukjae mumbled sleepily, pulling his blankets tighter around him and trying to fall back asleep, despite being sprawled out on the floor. “Maybe Ryeowookie could make us hot chocolate…”
“Hyukkie, wake up,” Donghae sighed. “Come on, enjoy the snow with me!”
“Don’t want to,” Hyukjae grumbled, tugging a pillow to join him down on the floor and burrowing his face into it.
“Hyukkie…” Donghae whined, grabbing him by the hair and lifting his face up, more or less forcing Hyukjae to get a good look at the flawless, pleading pout of his. “Please play in the snow with me. No one else will…”
“You asked others before me?” Hyukjae demanded, sitting up with a start.
Donghae nodded sheepishly. “I figured you would want sleep, Hyukkie, so I went from the youngest up. Henli is in Canada, and he was very unhappy with me for calling him when it first started to snow at like four last evening, which would have been like two, three or four am or something like that, Canada time. Kyuhyunnie threatened me with bodily harm and the dismantling of all my electronics…” he listed off on his fingers, making himself comfortable on Hyukjae’s bed.
“Kibummie just shut the door in my face this morning, Ryeowookie said no in that polite-but-annoyed tone, and said he’d make me pancakes instead…” he sighed, smiling at the thought of pancakes. “And, let’s see…Siwonnie is too mature, aka boring, to play in the snow, and Zhoumi is in China. And he wasn’t very happy that I called him at four this morning, asking him to book a flight and fly over to play with me.”
“You asked all those other people just so you wouldn’t have to wake me up?” Hyukjae asked tiredly.
Donghae nodded earnestly. “Yes! But they all refused, so you must play with me, Hyukkie. And, as my boyfriend, you can’t say no.”
“Fine…” Hyukjae sighed, slowly and unwillingly leaving his cocoon of warmth.
~~~~~
Twenty minutes later, when Hyukjae was wrapped in four layers and still shivering, because Donghae thought it would be hilarious to make Hyukjae a human snowman, Hyukjae decided that Donghae was lucky that he loved him so much. Because, really. He was frozen to the bone.
Had it been anyone other than Donghae, Hyukjae would have speared them with an icicle.
Involved - Hankyung/Heechul - R
For lourdesita14
Nothing ever worked out for Heechul, it seemed. The more he wanted something, the more impossible it was.
Like acting. Heechul wanted to be taken seriously as an actor, and not be bashed so much for not putting more of an effort into singing. He tried fucking hard, thank you very much, it was just that he was more interested in acting. He debuted as an actor before a singer, after all, but he still tried his hardest at singing and dancing.
And despite how much he was put down by others for his supposed lack of skills, he tried all the harder and acted all the more uncaring.
Another thing Heechul wanted was something that he probably wanted the most. Hankyung. Han Geng. Whatever you wanted to call him, Heechul wanted him.
But could he have him? No. And why? Because he was involved. He was fucking involved with the supposed most holy member of Super Junior, Choi Siwon.
Heechul loved Siwon, he really did. He was his brother and Siwon never did him any wrong, except for steal Hankyung from him.
Sure, Siwon didn’t know that Heechul was fucking infatuated with Hankyung, but still. It was the idea of Hankyung, his Hankyung being involved with someone else that pissed Heechul off beyond belief.
And even though Heechul didn’t want to do anything to hurt his beloved brother, Heechul decided fuck it, and grabbed a hold of Hankyung before flinging him into the nearest room with a lock.
Siwon’s room. How ironic.
“Heechul, what are you doing?” Hankyung asked, struggling in Heechul’s grasp. “This is Siwonnie’s room.”
“How observant…” Heechul drawled sarcastically. “Let’s see if you’ve observed anything else, Hannie, with your masterful skills…” He moved closer, holding Hankyung’s wrist with one hand and gripping his hip with the other. “Have you, perhaps, noticed the stares I give you, Hannie, both on and off stage?”
Hankyung shivered, finding Heechul’s breathing down his neck a bit unnerving. “N-no…” he stuttered.
“Really?” Heechul purred, letting his tongue glide up a short distance on Hankyung’s neck. “That’s odd; I was told that I was obvious… Well, have you noticed that I’ve got you where I want you, Hannie?” he asked, his mouth finding Hankyung’s pulse and clamping down on it.
“I’m with Siwon,” Hankyung blurted out when Heechul’s lips moved to hover over Hankyung’s.
“Forget about Siwon,” Heechul murmured.
And he did. How could he remember Siwon when Heechul was moving his lips with his lips, gliding his hands over his back and rolling his hips with his hips, moving beneath him in such a way that everything that wasn’t Heechul was irrelevant?
For monkeylovefishy
Hyukjae had always been a rather cheerful member of Super Junior. His best friend, Donghae, was too, and they were probably responsible for about half of the premature gray hairs on Park Jungsu’s head, but that was okay, because they always got away with it.
Donghae was always smiling, so it was only natural that Hyukjae smiled often as well. Donghae’s smile was just contagious like that. Hyukjae grew accustomed to Donghae greeting him with a smile that was often accompanied by a hug.
So he was startled, to say the least, when Donghae didn’t even greet him when he returned from his schedule one day. Normally he had to pry the boy off of him, a fake stern look on his face to hide his smile. But today there was no boy barreling toward him with his arms wide open.
Today he was greeted by an exhausted looking Jungsu and a concerned Youngwoon and a grim looking manager.
“Um…” Hyukjae said, scratching the back of his neck. “Where’s Hae?”
“On his floor,” the manager said, his voice sounding heavy and laden with remorse, but for what Hyukjae didn’t know. “Why would he be up here?”
Because he always is.
“I don’t know,” Hyukjae shrugged, letting his bag fall to the floor and ignoring the twinge of guilt and disappointment. Guilt because he didn’t answer their manager properly, and disappointment because where was his hug? “Is Donghae okay?”
Jungsu and Youngwoon and their manager just shot Hyukjae this look, like they wanted to say something but couldn’t. “He just needs to be alone,” Jungsu finally said, subtly leaning into Youngwoon for support, either physical or moral, Hyukjae couldn't tell. He just knew that Youngwoon was there for Jungsu.
“Oh, okay then,” Hyukjae replied, feeling uneasy but going to his room anyway. If Donghae needed to be alone, then he would leave him alone.
~~~~~
At four in the morning, when Donghae still hadn’t snuck into Hyukjae’s bed, Hyukjae knew it was definitely time to be concerned. Screwing the fact that he had a schedule in two hours, Hyukjae tossed his blankets aside and crept out of his room and dorm and made his way to the eleventh floor.
He punched in the access code, wincing when it beeped and the door creaked open, and made his way to Donghae’s and Jungsu’s shared room. Hoping Jungsu wouldn’t be too pissed off at him, Hyukjae slipped into the room and blindly made his way to Donghae’s bed in the dark.
His hand found a mop of shaggy hair before sliding lower, meeting damp skin.
“Hae?” he whispered, ignoring the groan of annoyance from Jungsu’s bed. Figuring he could apologize later, he slid into Donghae’s bed and curled around him, pulling the younger boy closer to him. “Hae, are you crying?”
“Hyukkie?” was Donghae’s reply, muffled by a sniffle. “Hyukkie, is that you?”
“I’m here, Hae,” Hyukjae whispered, smoothing back Donghae’s bangs and tucking his head under his chin. Maybe he didn’t know why Donghae was crying, but he did know that he did need to be there for Donghae, regardless of Jungsu insisting he needed to be left alone. “I’m here.”
Erratic - Henry/Sungmin - PG-13
For fourever_young
Signing with SM Entertainment was supposed to be one of the greatest things in Henry’s life, and for a while, it was. Sure, the practices were harsh and learning two new languages was rough, but it was going to be worth it, it had to be.
The rest of the Super Junior members loved him. Jungsu smiled at him all the time, and Ryeowook and Sungmin fussed over him, and he really enjoyed that. Being a middle child, he didn’t really get as much attention as his older brother or younger sister, so being the youngest among thirteen others, fourteen if the other Chinese trainee was to be included, was great.
There were rough patches, like passing out during practice due to over-exertion, and Kyuhyun’s horrific accident, but finally it was time for his debut stage. He had practiced his part until he had it committed to memory, so that his muscles would be able to do it alone if his brain ceased functioning due to stage fright.
Donghae and Hyukjae and Hankyung made sure he had his dance down perfectly, Jungsu and Heechul gave him a run-down of how things usually went, Siwon said a prayer for him and Ryeowook and Sungmin praised his violin skills. Henry was confident, and could barely suppress the excitement bubbling in his chest when he stepped forward and started playing.
His heart soared when they started chanting in unison, but stumbled when he heard that the chants didn’t sound all that positive. His heart pummeled when he strained his ears, listening intently so he could translate. When he did figure out what they were saying, he wished he hadn’t.
He was heartbroken when the cheering got louder when he left, and could do little more than sob in the backroom when he got off stage.
The others hugged and comforted him when they got back, but by then he had dried his tears and put on his best brave face. He was in the entertainment industry, after all; masking his emotions was his specialty.
Jungsu, Ryeowook and Sungmin lingered after he had assured everyone else that he was okay, but Henry continued to insist that he was fine. Jungsu gave him a look, a pitying look that Henry didn’t like, but nodded and left, leaving Ryeowook and Sungmin.
Ryeowook gave Henry one last hug before joining the rest of his members to rid himself of his stage makeup and outfit, leaving only Sungmin with Henry.
Sungmin was different than the others. He didn’t buy Henry’s bluff, not at all. Sungmin knew that look; he’d made it many times himself when he was feeling down and didn’t want to burden the others. But Henry was too young to have to be like that, to have to mask his emotions. Sungmin wanted to shoulder some of that burden.
“Henli…” he murmured, voice so filled with understanding and sympathy that the tears Henry had been holding back began to flow freely. Sungmin wrapped his arms around the sobbing boy, pulling him into his chest and rubbing his back and wiping his tears with either hands.
“Henli, it’ll be okay,” he promised, moving so he could pull Henry onto his lap and better comfort him. “Hyung will help you, Henli. Hyung is here.”
~~~~~
Henry’s heart always sped up, erratically and dangerously so, right before every performance from then on. He knew what was to come, and he always questioned why he continued to perform when it was so obvious that they hated him.
But when Sungmin smiled encouragingly at him like that and made his heart speed up, erratically and dangerously so, but in a good way, he felt encouraged and could do it. He could put on a brave face and perform, if only to see Sungmin’s proud, comforting smile afterward.
Chocolate - Kyuhyun/Sungmin - PG-13
For mt_cute
“Hey, Min,” Kyuhyun greeted, long past formalities, as he entered their room and tossed his bag in the corner. “I’m hungry.”
“You’re getting fat,” Sungmin teased, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low on his waist, hair dripping wet from the shower. “But there are chocolate covered strawberries on the side table. If Hyuk asks where they went, tell him they went bad and I disposed of them.”
Kyuhyun chuckled and sat on Sungmin’s bed before pulling the plate onto his lap. “And they call me the evil one,” he joked. “Here you are stealing strawberries and telling Hyukjae that they went bad…”
“I said if he asked,” Sungmin said, smirking and heading over to their shared closet to dig around for clothes that belonged to him and would be suitable for sleeping in. “I never said go out of your way and tell him that.”
“But still,” Kyuhyun mumbled around a mouthful of chocolatey, strawberry goodness. “Evil.”
“Well, you eat the spoils of my ‘evil’ acts, so that would make you an evil accomplice,” Sungmin pointed out, pulling on a pair of boxers to sleep in, as well as a loose shirt before drying his hair off with the towel.
“Hmm,” Kyuhyun hummed neutrally, not really arguing or agreeing with Sungmin’s statement. “Min-ah.”
Sungmin glanced up, both of his hands occupied with using the towel to dry his hair, and grinned before leaning forward with his mouth open. Kyuhyun smiled and popped one of the morsels into Sungmin’s mouth before going back to stuffing his own face with the treat.
Sungmin grinned, at Kyuhyun and at the burst of sweet, tangy flavors in his mouth before tossing the towel aside and sitting on his bed beside Kyuhyun, moving the plate so it was balanced on their knees that were together.
“They’re really good,” Kyuhyun said, smiling at Sungmin before Sungmin could ask. “And, Min,” he said, poking Sungmin’s exposed thigh. “You said I’m the one that’s getting fat.”
“You are,” Sungmin shrugged, reaching down and pinching Kyuhyun’s butt, causing the younger to jerk and almost send the strawberries tumbling, but only just managing to catch the plate in time. “This butt was flatter when we first met.”
“You checked my butt out?” Kyuhyun asked with a snort, popping another chocolate covered strawberry into his mouth. “You were a weird hyung.”
“You’re still a weird dongsaeng,” Sungmin countered, swatting Kyuhyun’s hand away and taking the big strawberry that Kyuhyun had been reaching for. “And I didn’t check it out; I just got random glimpses of it when you would bend over to pick something up when I was lying in bed.”
“Well I checked you out,” Kyuhyun said with a grin. “And I know you checked me out. And you still do!”
“I don’t,” Sungmin insisted, though the blush on his face was giving him away. Feeling flustered by Kyuhyun’s accusing stare, Sungmin grabbed and stuffed another treat into his mouth.
Kyuhyun laughed and leaned closer. “I checked you out when you were changing just now,” he whispered lowly before leaning closer and licking the dollop of chocolate stuck to the corner of Sungmin’s lips away. Sungmin just sat there, red-faced and thrown off by the turn of events when Kyuhyun decided to hum sensuously, delighting in the flavor of chocolate, strawberry, and Sungmin.
“You know…” Kyuhyun hummed, voice suddenly much lower, richer and more appealing than it was a moment ago. “Chocolate tastes so much better off of you, Min…”
Bite - Kyuhyun/Sungmin - R
For spring_lunatic
Kyuhyun had this little fetish; it wasn’t really anything embarrassing, but it wasn’t something he was going to go out and announce to the world.
Biting. Kyuhyun got so aroused, so impossibly turned on by watching people bite. Not necessarily vampire biting, but just biting in general. It didn’t even matter who the person doing the biting was, he just loved it. There was a name for it, and he was Kyuhyun, so of course he knew it.
Odaxelagnia. Arousal by biting and nibbling.
He had it, and he had it bad, but he never really told anyone. A few of the members bit their lips subconsciously, but he could bear it by looking away.
Sungmin was the worst, though. Sungmin biting his lip when he was thinking, Sungmin biting his lip when he was playing the guitar, Sungmin biting his lip when he was doing aegyo. Kyuhyun didn’t even like aegyo, but he loved it when Sungmin bit his lip.
No, wait, he hated it. Sungmin biting his lip got him hopelessly aroused, something that was never good, especially on stage in front of thousands of fangirls with surprisingly high-quality cameras to catch the unwanted boners of his.
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Kyuhyun wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow he ended up in Sungmin’s bed, with Sungmin right beneath him, completely naked and submissive.
Sungmin biting his own lip turned him on beyond belief, but Sungmin biting him, biting Kyuhyun? Well, that was fucking orgasmic.
Obvious - Hyukjae/Donghae - PG-13
For liet_ania
Subtlety wasn’t one of Donghae’s strong points, nor was it one of Hyukjae’s strong points. Jungsu was always scolding them, warning them, and they would say yes, hyung, but then they’d be at it again in less than a week.
There was one in every bunch, a person that was so painfully obvious about his or her affections toward someone. Normally this wasn’t a bad thing, because affection is good, but it wasn’t good when there were cameras on you all the time.
Jungsu could only sigh and shake his head out of the camera’s view, mentally facepalming when Donghae would launch himself at and cling to Hyukjae like a baby koala to its mother.
“Donghae is my girlfriend!”
“Wife? Donghae is my wife!”
“Hello, we’re EunHae.”
“EunHae is real!”
Jungsu lost track of the number of times that he told himself he was going to kick Hyukjae’s ass. Every time he would have Hyukjae and Donghae cornered and thoroughly scolded, Donghae would pull that puppy-pout of his that had Jungsu letting them off with just another warning.
“Eunhyuk’s lips belong to me!”
“Sorry, I’ll stop now. …Also, it is my opinion that Eunhyuk-sshi is really handsome.”
Donghae too. While it was Hyukjae who said most of the things that made their affection for each other so painfully obvious, Donghae said things too. Not only did Donghae say things, but he was physically and openly affectionate with Hyukjae.
They were drawn to each other like magnets; even if they were assigned to complete opposite ends of the stage, Jungsu could count on them being practically glued by the hips by the time the show ended.
Sure, the fans got a kick out of the way they would sexily dance together, but the fans didn’t have to share a room with Donghae when Hyukjae would decide to sneak in and pick up where they left off like Jungsu did.
And Jungsu also lost track of the amount of times he told them to do some fanservice with the other members. And they would do fanservice with others, like Jongwoon and Siwon and Sungmin and Kyuhyun, but then one would crack.
Hyukjae would shove Siwon away from his Donghae, Donghae would reach for and try to pull Hyukjae away from Jongwoon, Donghae would chase Sungmin away from his Hyukjae, and Hyukjae would slide in between Kyuhyun and his Donghae.
“I swear, if you two were any more obvious, you’d have wedding bands…” Jungsu grumbled after showing the guilty pair a fan video someone had made, which was basically a compilation of all of their little moments. And it had seven parts, too.
“You know…” Donghae said, grabbing Hyukjae’s hand and tracing around one of Hyukjae’s fingers. “Gay marriage has been legalized in New York…”
Hyukjae snickered at the comical expression of shock on Jungsu’s face before nodding and continuing. “Think we could stop there on our way to our next SM Town LA?”
“You two wouldn’t dare!”
Winter - Hyukjae/Donghae - G
For kyumin86eunhae
“Hyukkie, wake up!” Donghae all but sang, barging into Hyukjae’s room and bouncing on his bed, quite literally sending the tired redhead tumbling to the floor in a heap of blankets and limbs. “It snowed last night, Hyukkie, it snowed!”
“That’s nice…” Hyukjae mumbled sleepily, pulling his blankets tighter around him and trying to fall back asleep, despite being sprawled out on the floor. “Maybe Ryeowookie could make us hot chocolate…”
“Hyukkie, wake up,” Donghae sighed. “Come on, enjoy the snow with me!”
“Don’t want to,” Hyukjae grumbled, tugging a pillow to join him down on the floor and burrowing his face into it.
“Hyukkie…” Donghae whined, grabbing him by the hair and lifting his face up, more or less forcing Hyukjae to get a good look at the flawless, pleading pout of his. “Please play in the snow with me. No one else will…”
“You asked others before me?” Hyukjae demanded, sitting up with a start.
Donghae nodded sheepishly. “I figured you would want sleep, Hyukkie, so I went from the youngest up. Henli is in Canada, and he was very unhappy with me for calling him when it first started to snow at like four last evening, which would have been like two, three or four am or something like that, Canada time. Kyuhyunnie threatened me with bodily harm and the dismantling of all my electronics…” he listed off on his fingers, making himself comfortable on Hyukjae’s bed.
“Kibummie just shut the door in my face this morning, Ryeowookie said no in that polite-but-annoyed tone, and said he’d make me pancakes instead…” he sighed, smiling at the thought of pancakes. “And, let’s see…Siwonnie is too mature, aka boring, to play in the snow, and Zhoumi is in China. And he wasn’t very happy that I called him at four this morning, asking him to book a flight and fly over to play with me.”
“You asked all those other people just so you wouldn’t have to wake me up?” Hyukjae asked tiredly.
Donghae nodded earnestly. “Yes! But they all refused, so you must play with me, Hyukkie. And, as my boyfriend, you can’t say no.”
“Fine…” Hyukjae sighed, slowly and unwillingly leaving his cocoon of warmth.
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Twenty minutes later, when Hyukjae was wrapped in four layers and still shivering, because Donghae thought it would be hilarious to make Hyukjae a human snowman, Hyukjae decided that Donghae was lucky that he loved him so much. Because, really. He was frozen to the bone.
Had it been anyone other than Donghae, Hyukjae would have speared them with an icicle.
Involved - Hankyung/Heechul - R
For lourdesita14
Nothing ever worked out for Heechul, it seemed. The more he wanted something, the more impossible it was.
Like acting. Heechul wanted to be taken seriously as an actor, and not be bashed so much for not putting more of an effort into singing. He tried fucking hard, thank you very much, it was just that he was more interested in acting. He debuted as an actor before a singer, after all, but he still tried his hardest at singing and dancing.
And despite how much he was put down by others for his supposed lack of skills, he tried all the harder and acted all the more uncaring.
Another thing Heechul wanted was something that he probably wanted the most. Hankyung. Han Geng. Whatever you wanted to call him, Heechul wanted him.
But could he have him? No. And why? Because he was involved. He was fucking involved with the supposed most holy member of Super Junior, Choi Siwon.
Heechul loved Siwon, he really did. He was his brother and Siwon never did him any wrong, except for steal Hankyung from him.
Sure, Siwon didn’t know that Heechul was fucking infatuated with Hankyung, but still. It was the idea of Hankyung, his Hankyung being involved with someone else that pissed Heechul off beyond belief.
And even though Heechul didn’t want to do anything to hurt his beloved brother, Heechul decided fuck it, and grabbed a hold of Hankyung before flinging him into the nearest room with a lock.
Siwon’s room. How ironic.
“Heechul, what are you doing?” Hankyung asked, struggling in Heechul’s grasp. “This is Siwonnie’s room.”
“How observant…” Heechul drawled sarcastically. “Let’s see if you’ve observed anything else, Hannie, with your masterful skills…” He moved closer, holding Hankyung’s wrist with one hand and gripping his hip with the other. “Have you, perhaps, noticed the stares I give you, Hannie, both on and off stage?”
Hankyung shivered, finding Heechul’s breathing down his neck a bit unnerving. “N-no…” he stuttered.
“Really?” Heechul purred, letting his tongue glide up a short distance on Hankyung’s neck. “That’s odd; I was told that I was obvious… Well, have you noticed that I’ve got you where I want you, Hannie?” he asked, his mouth finding Hankyung’s pulse and clamping down on it.
“I’m with Siwon,” Hankyung blurted out when Heechul’s lips moved to hover over Hankyung’s.
“Forget about Siwon,” Heechul murmured.
And he did. How could he remember Siwon when Heechul was moving his lips with his lips, gliding his hands over his back and rolling his hips with his hips, moving beneath him in such a way that everything that wasn’t Heechul was irrelevant?