fic: The Perfect You [11/?]
Title: The Perfect You [11/?]
Fandom: Super Junior
Disclaimer: This is purely fictional, as if this would really happen to them!
Rating: R/NC-17
Genre: Angst/Romance/Drama/AU
Pairings: KangTeuk, KyuMin, YeWook, SiHanChul, EunHae
Summary: After escaping his grandfather’s clutches, Leeteuk, along with his cousins, arrives in Seoul in seek of refuge. Just as Leeteuk’s problems don’t seem as bad, he ends up being sold as a sex slave to one of Seoul’s richest family’s son, Kangin.
Chapters: 00 // 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05 // 06 // 07 // 08 // 09 // 10
Chapter Eleven
If there was one thing that Kangin disliked or felt uncomfortable with, it was being left in the dark. He drummed his fingers along the smooth rosewood table of his office furniture, unable to concentrate on the documents before him. Everyday for the past two weeks, Leeteuk had gone to Heechul’s bar for his lessons, coming home with a smile on his face and not talking about the lesson itself to Kangin.
The boy in question pouted as he thought back to all the times he asked what Heechul had been teaching the older boy. Leeteuk, however, merely smiled and would walk away and a small laugh. Kangin groaned in frustration and ran his hands through his hair, eying the phone as if it would ring with a certain boy on the other line. When the phone remained silent, Kangin grabbed the receiver and dialled the ever-so familiar number.
Kangin grinned when he heard the accent on the other line. “Yah, put Heechul on!”
“Erm…” There was a pause. “Heechul can’t come to the phone right now.”
“What? Why?” Kangin demanded, gritting his teeth.
“He’s uh…you would really be better off if you didn’t know.”
Suddenly, Kangin heard a squeak that he wouldn’t mistake for anyone else, making his frame tense up and his grip on the phone tighten. “Hankyung,” gritted out Kangin, “Put Heechul on. Now!”
There was a rustle over the other end as the phone changed hands and his brother came on. “Yes Youngwoon-ah?”
“Don’t call me that and what the hell are you doing to Leeteuk?”
“Oh nothing that you need to know.”
“Then you’ll put him on then.”
“Oh no, I can’t do that! That would just spoil the surprise! Oh by the way, your mother will be calling soon since I had to do your dirty work and tell her that you have a date already for the party!”
Kangin coughed on his drink that he had just taken a sip of and gaped at the phone.
“Well, your silence means that you’re fine with that! Got to go now!!” tittered Heechul just as Leeteuk’s voice floated through the earpiece.
“Heechul! Can you let go of me now? It hurts when you tug at…that…”
Kangin coughed once more and was about to yell profanities when the line went dead, the monotone beeping breaking the silent room. Just as he put the phone back down, the machine rang shrilly, startling Kangin and answering the phone tiredly. “Yes?”
“So when were you going to tell me about this…girl…”
Kangin could have hit Heechul at that moment for not keeping his mouth shut but put his revenge plans aside as he dealt with his mother. “Mother…”
“You’re bringing her over. Next week. You’ll also be staying here with her so I have one whole week to get to know her before your brother comes home.” With that, Kangin was left with the dial tone yet again with Heechul to blame.
“Great work genius!” growled Kangin into the mouthpiece as someone picked up on the other end. He didn’t really care who was on the other line as long as Heechul would get the message one way or another. “Mother wants me to bring Leeteuk next week and stay at the main house until the party!”
“Um, I think you should be telling this to Heechul.” There was a soft voice over from the other line.
“Kibum? Where the hell is Heechul now?” Kangin paused. “Wait, you know what? I don’t want to know. Just tell him that I’m taking Leeteuk to see mother next week.”
Kibum looked at the phone in his hand as the signal disconnected. He looked at it warily before looking in the direction of the main bar room where last he saw, Heechul tackling Leeteuk into a dress. With sweaty hands, he pushed the kitchen door that connected to the main room and hoped he didn’t walk in on something bad.
A few seconds later, he walked back into the kitchen where Hankyung raised a brow at him. “Tell Heechul that Leeteuk needs to be ready by next week.” With that, Kibum sauntered away from the scene and to the comfort of his room. He would never look at cross-dressing the same way. Ever again.
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Kangin narrowed his eyes as he watched Leeteuk gather their dishes from dinner and limp towards the sink. Ever since that fateful phone call, Leeteuk had come home with a slight limp, making Kangin ever-so suspicious that two men was not enough for Heechul. Of course, Kangin had inquired about it but whenever the topic was brought up, Leeteuk would freeze up and either change the subject abruptly or merely leave the room, avoiding the subject all together.
But enough was enough. Usually after dinner, Kangin would retreat to their bedroom where he would bury himself under the covers while looking through his papers from work, leaving Leeteuk to do whatever he wanted until he felt tired. This time, however, he followed Leeteuk into the kitchen and leaned against the side of the counter.
“So,” started Kangin, “How’s lessons?”
“Lessons are fine.” Leeteuk did not look up from the dishes.
“Really?” Kangin leaned in and laid his head on Leeteuk’s shoulder, his breath tickling the older boy’s ear. “I would love to see what my dear brother has been teaching you.”
Leeteuk turned his head to the side so that their lips were separated by mere centimetres of air. “Wouldn’t you just…”
Kangin subconsciously licked his lips in anticipation but frowned when Leeteuk grinned and moved away from him, leaving him to do the dishes while the older boy locked himself in the bedroom to do something secret. Kangin looked at the soapy dishes and mentally exclaimed, ‘I will find out what is happening tonight!!’
After he quickly finished up with the dishes, he burst into the bedroom in hopes of catch Leeteuk doing something that would explain all the secretiveness of the lessons but was disappointed when he saw that the room was empty. Kangin pouted, hearing that the water of the shower was turned on and that Leeteuk was just having a shower: nothing-secretive there.
Looking around to make sure that Leeteuk would take his time in the shower, Kangin crept over to the bag next to Leeteuk’s side of the bed and looked in to see what ‘souvenirs’ that he brought home from Heechul’s lessons. Keeping an eye on the door, Kangin dipped his hand into the brown bag and felt some soft material against his fingers. He squinted his eyes as he tried to grab the cloth and totally forgot to keep an eye on the door, much less lock it.
“What are you doing?”
Kangin yelped and wrenched his hand out of the bag, trying to not look guilty and look at Leeteuk in the eye. “Nothing!”
Leeteuk narrowed his eyes as he towelled his damp hair, using his other hand to fan himself from the heat still felt from the shower. Kangin inched away from the bag, confidently strutting away to cover his guilty tracks, all under the watchful eye of Leeteuk.
“You didn’t see anything inside the bag, did you?”
Kangin grinned. “Maybe, maybe not.”
“You didn’t see anything,” said Leeteuk, deadpanned. “You wouldn’t be calm if you looked in.”
At this, Kangin turned to face Leeteuk, grabbing the boy by the shoulders and shaking him. “Tell me!! Tell me what Heechul’s teaching you!”
Leeteuk merely offered a weak smile, broke away from Kangin, picked up the bag and retreated back into the bathroom. Kangin looked aghast after the other boy and started to whine as he thumped on the bathroom door.
“Hyung! Tell me!”
Inside the bathroom, Leeteuk gritted his teeth as Kangin’s cries of ‘Tell me! Come on! Just tell me!’ floated through the door and started to get on his nerves.
“You know, yelling ‘Tell me!’ repeatedly isn’t making the situation any better for you!” shouted Leeteuk back through the door as he stripped and donned the forbidden cloth of fabric in the bag. “I can’t believe he got me to wear this,” muttered Leeteuk, looping his legs through the holes with more curses following.
Minutes later, Leeteuk left the bathroom with a sour face but even this didn’t deter Kangin from asking once more. “Come on hyung, what could possibly be that bad that you can’t even tell me?”
“Honestly,” started Leeteuk, “I would rather you don’t mention this again.”
Without a further word, Leeteuk slipped under the covers and buried his head into the softness of the pillow to avoid any other further conversations. Kangin sighed softly, knowing that he wouldn’t get any information from the smaller boy so he settled under the covers, put on his glasses and flicked through some documents.
‘Well, this is exciting,’ thought Kangin tiredly as he felt the claws of sleep eventually get him.
Hours later into the night, he felt the other side of the bed lighten and heard the bathroom door close with a soft click. Kangin blearily opened his eyes, noticing that his glasses were perched upon the nightstand along with his notes. He smiled slightly, knowing that Leeteuk must have put them there and tucked him in. He waited for Leeteuk to come back to bed but when almost ten minutes passed and the bathroom door was still closed, Kangin’s sense fully awakened and assumed the worst.
Pulling the covers back and ignoring the prickling sensation on his legs from the cold, Kangin moved forward and leaned into the door in hopes of hearing something to reassure himself that Leeteuk was okay. When he was met with silence, he pressed his ear against the wooden door, hoping to hear some sound vibrations.
With his eyebrows knitting together, Kangin frowned as he heard muffled noises. When he heard the vague sound of shuffling and muttered cries, Kangin applied his full body pressure upon the door, forgetting that when unlocked, the door can be pushed open. Kangin cried out as he fell through the door and unto the floor, grimacing in pain before looking up at the sight before him. Kangin’s mouth went dry at what he saw before him.
There Leeteuk was, his face flushed and sweaty with his pajama pants and underwear pulled down while he had propped one of his legs up on the lid of the toilet seat he was currently sitting on. With his eyes closed, Leeteuk had wrapped a hand around his throbbing member while his other hand was behind him on the edge of the seat for support.
“T-Teukie?” Kangin didn’t move from his position on the floor as the older boy opened his eyes and turned to the source of the voice.
“Kangin?” Leeteuk’s once hazy eyes cleared up and widened in shock, not expecting to see the younger boy. “What are you doing awake?”
“When you got up, I woke up as well. What the hell is Heechul getting you to do?” asked Kangin incredulously, not sure if he was seeing what he was seeing properly.
Leeteuk tried to cover himself up but bit out a cry as he tried to move from the seat. “N-Nothing! Go back to sleep!”
Kangin watched as Leeteuk bit down on his lip in pain as he moved to pull his pants back up but caught his hand before he could do so. He looked down and realised that it wasn’t ordinary boxers or briefs that Leeteuk had been wearing, but a skimpy piece of fabric, lined with elastic.
The younger boy of the duo looked up with question and shock. “Is he torturing you or something?”
Leeteuk sighed tiredly. “No, it’s nothing like that. Heechul has been giving me different pairs of underwear so that when I do go to meet your family, I won’t be discovered immediately because of the rather obvious part of me.” He pointed downwards at his member, now burning red.
Kangin winced. “Why are you so red there?”
“Because none of the underwear he’s given me is comfortable and they’re so restricting while trying to pin it down that usually it’s a pain for me to move. This pair,” Leeteuk said as he picked up the offending piece of article, “is especially horrible.”
“This has got to be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Well you better believe it since apparently, I’ll be wearing dresses and skirts so that your parents don't find out!!”
“But…” Kangin frowned. “You’re going to be there for two weeks or so. That’s a very long time to be strapped down.” He gently lifted Leeteuk’s hand from his member and started to softly caress the thick cock, forcing Leeteuk to grind his teeth to stop himself from moaning.
“Y-Yah, what are you doing?” Leeteuk panted as a thin film of sweat covered his forehead.
“I’m making you feel better. You’re too disoriented to do this yourself and cream isn’t going to make it better quickly.” Without warning, Kangin lowered his head and engulfed the limb, running his tongue along the underside and its veins.
Leeteuk covered his mouth with his hand, clenching his eyes shut with tears finding its way out while the other hand latched out and grabbed the nearby counter of the sink. Subconsciously, he slid forward on the seat, further into Kangin’s mouth, forcing the younger boy to take the cock deep in his throat.
Kangin on the other hand, was happy to take the thick member deep in his mouth as he wrapped Leeteuk’s legs around his neck for complete exposure. The boy in question yelped out in surprise as he slid forward on the seat, making his body take a very unfortunate and uncomfortable position.
The older boy whined from the base of his throat as he felt the cold air surround his member when Kangin pulled his mouth from his yearning cock. Kangin grinned and started to suck the sacks, occasionally nipping at it. Saliva started to drip from his mouth as Kangin sucked on the skin hungrily, allowing for the saliva to drip down and coat Leeteuk’s hole.
Seeing how the hole was already partially lubed, Kangin stuck a single finger and curled it so it would hook on the ring of muscle. Leeteuk opened his mouth to let out a silent scream as one of his arms flailed and tried to grab something solid. Kangin moved up from the sacks and started to place short licks along the length, ignoring the wanton thrusts or the pants of the older boy.
Just as Kangin gently bit down on the head, Leeteuk’s vision blurred as he shot hot creamy substance onto Kangin’s closed eyes. Kangin wiped the sperm off his face with the back of his hand and erotically licked it off whilst looking at Leeteuk’s tired sweaty form. He leaned over to sit Leeteuk up when the boy collapsed into his arms, muscles weakened from the sexual activity.
“You like it when I do these kind of things to you, don’t you?” whispered Kangin into Leeteuk’s ear, soft wisps of air tickling the skin.
“No,” replied Leeteuk tiredly. “I can’t help but respond. It’s human nature.”
“Whatever you say.” Kangin pulled the boy up to his feet while Leeteuk slowly floated to sleep, happy to have one night without his member being strapped down by a tight G-string.
Quickly pulling the pants back up without underwear this time, Kangin led Leeteuk back to bed, both falling asleep in each others arms, not really caring about the circumstances of their relationship.
The next morning, the not-so impressed brother slapped Heechul over the head. “Yah! What was that for?”
“What are you? An idiot? I can’t believe you made him wear that!” Kangin glared at his brother who sighed in return.
“I wasn’t being a total idiot. I took into account that we do indeed have to hide his manly parts or you’ll be up in the marriage market very soon! Besides, whenever I need to cross dress and hide my parts, I use these!” Heechul held up the skimpy item of ‘clothing’.
“W-What?” sputtered Kangin, looking aghast. “You gave Leeteuk your used clothes?”
“I washed them!” Heechul shrugged. “I figured if I could get away with it then it could work for Leeteuk too!”
Kangin shook his head. “Why can’t you just use briefs? They hug our parts without giving anything away.”
“But whenever Leeteuk walks, his skirt or dress will hike up to show said brief. You must think this out!”
“Can’t you get some smooth fabric like nylon or something?”
There was a pause. “I forgot about that. I’ll go get Siwonnie to get some!” Kangin shook his head in pity at the thought of Siwon having to do Heechul’s bidding. He turned to leave when Heechul called out to him. “Wait! I’m teaching Leeteuk to dance today so I think it’ll be good for you to stick around. Mother will be very suspicious if Leeteuk doesn’t know how to dance.”
Kangin sighed tiredly. “Be grateful that it’s my day off today. Where is Leeteuk anyways?”
“Well,” started Heechul, smirking, “Since he’s getting taught how to dance today, I thought he should dress up with heels to get use to the feel. Oh, here he is!”
Leeteuk stood in the corridor, complete with a white halter-neck summer dress with white heels, surprised to see that Kangin still hung around even though he dropped him off already. The male tried to hide behind something but failed as there was no furniture near the doorway of the main bar area. “K-Kangin-ah, what are you still doing here?”
“He’ll be teaching you to dance,” Heechul butted in, not allowing for his brother to talk. He then turned to Kangin. “Just be aware that he’ll have a wig on next week when you have to see your mother.”
Leeteuk groaned. “Yah, is the wig really necessary?”
“Pfft,” scoffed Heechul. “Of course. You look too much of a drag queen without a wig. The hair sells the part.”
The boy in question sighed depressingly as Kangin stepped forward, taking Leeteuk by the waist and hand. “Should we start?”
Heechul grinned and put a CD on, not really seeing the cover of it or caring for that matter. Just as the techno music filled the room, Leeteuk laid his head on Kangin’s shoulder, groaning in frustration. Kangin also vaguely heard Hankyung’s annoyed shout from the other side of the door in the kitchen.
“He’s been playing that song, non-stop, ever since lessons started,” muttered Leeteuk. Kangin grinned as he listened to the lyrics.
Tell me tell me
Tell tell tell tell tell tell me
That you love me, that you waited for me
Tell me tell me
Tell tell tell tell tell tell me
Tell me that you need me, tell me
Tell me tell me
Tell tell tell tell tell tell me
I want to hear more keep on telling me
Tell me tell me
Tell tell tell tell tell tell me
Say that it is not a dream, tell me.
Before the next verse could come on, Hankyung kicked open the kitchen door, pulled the chord of the CD player out before entering back into the kitchen, all while muttering something in Chinese. During all this, Heechul pouted at the absence of his favourite song.
“Yah, that was uncalled for!”
Just before Hankyung went back into the kitchen, he swivelled around and gritted his teeth. “Heechul, there is no way in hell Leeteuk can learn how to do dances like the waltz when that is playing. Put the right music on, please?”
Heechul sighed irritably, plugging the power chord back into the socket and changing the CD. Once the nice soft orchestral music wafted through the room, Hankyung smiled happily in content and went back to his business. Heechul then waved his hands at the couple, as if to signal them to start dancing.
“Lets see if you can follow my lead.” Kangin moved his left foot backwards, hinting for Leeteuk to follow.
With his head kept down and his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, Leeteuk followed the repetitive footsteps, hoping that it wouldn’t get any harder with more complicated footsteps. After half an hour of footwork, Leeteuk smiled, knowing that he had got the hang of the dance.
“Sorry about yesterday,” Leeteuk said quietly. “For getting annoyed at you. Listening to that Tell Me song for weeks then hearing you whine ‘Tell Me’ didn’t do well for me.”
Kangin chuckled, the deep sound rumbling from his throat. “It’s okay.” He then leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Besides, I got quite a treat last night.”
With his face starting to heat up, Leeteuk stuttered, “H-How is that a treat?”
“Because maybe all those comments about our relationship from Heechul and your cousins has some truth in it.” Kangin leaned further in and kissed Leeteuk’s ear. “Maybe I do think of you more than just a friend.”
Leeteuk stopped moving his feet and stood in the middle of the floor. “Don’t be silly. How could feelings possibly develop for me when one: I’ve just met you and two: I’m a male?”
“You shouldn’t be so harsh on yourself. Who can resist some as cute as me?” Kangin pouted and gave Leeteuk his ‘puppy eye’ look. Leeteuk merely cringed and tried to look away.
“Stop being delusional.”
“I’m Korea’s number one guy, you can’t deny you have some feelings for me!”
“You’re stressed out from work. You just needed some company and I just happened to be around. There’s nothing else to this.”
“Don’t say that.”
“I just look like a girl, that’s why you’re treating me so nicely.”
Kangin sighed, berating himself for revealing his feelings. He knew he should have kept them secret for longer. “It’s not because of that! It doesn’t matter if you look feminine or not!”
“You’re interested in women so even though it may not matter to you, it matters to me! God, why did I even accept to doing this? This isn’t making my situation any better!!” Heechul looked up from the magazine he was flipping through to the couple when Leeteuk’s voice started to get louder and louder.
Kangin placed his large hands on either side of Leeteuk’s face and pulled him in for an angry kiss, their mouths firmly placed upon each other. “Why did you accept then?”
Leeteuk looked at Kangin in surprise, not from the question but from the kiss. It wasn’t like the ones before. Even when he was drugged, their kisses had some sort of passion and heat to it, all while being soft and tender at the same time but this time, there were no emotions to it.
“I…”
“If you hate being around me so much, why did you stay?” Kangin was starting to get angry at Leeteuk’s decisions, not understanding the logic in it all.
The two remained still and quiet for a while before Leeteuk lifted his head up from the smooth ground, speaking in a quiet voice. “That is none of your business.” Kangin merely gaped at Leeteuk’s answer as the boy continued. “Just remember that I’m still a male and not a female. Don’t ever forget that.” With that said, Leeteuk walked out of the room to the kitchen, leaving Kangin gaping like a fish out of water.
Heechul merely lifted his brow at the argument, not phased by it. “Trouble in paradise?”
“I didn’t even know I was in paradise.” Kangin sighed once more. “I don’t understand why Leeteuk even agreed to this if it’s making him unhappy.”
“You know he’s doing it for you.”
“But why? He could have gone back to his normal life.”
“The day I found out that he was going to help you, he told me that he felt sorry for you. When he said this, he looked pained and somewhat saddened.” Heechul looked directly at Kangin and patted him on the back. “He must have a good reason to be helping you. Be grateful that he is! Besides, if he doesn’t want to tell you then it’s best left alone.”
“But…” Kangin paused and looked at Leeteuk who had gotten a drink and was currently talking to Kibum. “There were some things you said that were true. I’m feeling something for him that I didn’t think I ever would. I don’t know what to do anymore. I want to know more about him. I want him to trust me so why won’t he open up?”
“Just let it go, Youngwoon-ah. He’s been through a lot.” Heechul shook his head and approached Leeteuk, pausing to whisper something in his ear. The eldest male in the room smiled softly before looking at Kangin’s direction.
Leeteuk put his drink down and went back on the floor, his thick heels clacking along the polished stone floor. “I’m sorry. I heard from Heechul that you want to know more about me.” He shook his head, biting his lip gently. “I’m sorry but I can’t tell you just yet. It’s not that I don’t trust you or anything, it’s just that I’m not ready. Please understand.”
Kangin held his hands up in the front of him. “Okay, I’m sorry too for bringing up such a sensitive topic. I hope you’ll eventually open up to me. I’ll be waiting to listen no matter how long I have to wait.” Leeteuk flashed his dimpled smile before stepping forward to begin dancing again when Kangin’s hands didn’t move and groped Leeteuk’s chest area.
Waiting for Kangin to remove his hands, Leeteuk raised a brow at the frozen form of the boy. “They’re not real you know.”
Kangin yanked his hands away as if they were on fire. “I know that but it feels so real!”
“They’re silicon.” Leeteuk reached into his dress and pulled out one of the rubber-like cup, giggling it in front of Kangin’s face as if to tease him.
It was at this moment that Siwon entered the room upon finishing his shift at work. The boy looked at the couple with a bit of a shocked expression, not particularly sure why Leeteuk was giggling a silicon breast in front of Kangin. He shook his head and changed his path, visiting Hankyung first since Heechul had more than enough to occupy his attention.
-tbc-
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I'm so sorry that I didn't update sooner!! I've been so busy, which is weird since I;m on holidays...meh, I've been making cards and doing secret santas so that's occupied my time. Also I got a writer's block cos the whole 'transform Teukie into a girl' really fucked my mind...so I had to add some plot development here...Leeteuk's back story at least...
Yes. I HAD to put 'Tell Me' in here somewhere! LOL!
Fandom: Super Junior
Disclaimer: This is purely fictional, as if this would really happen to them!
Rating: R/NC-17
Genre: Angst/Romance/Drama/AU
Pairings: KangTeuk, KyuMin, YeWook, SiHanChul, EunHae
Summary: After escaping his grandfather’s clutches, Leeteuk, along with his cousins, arrives in Seoul in seek of refuge. Just as Leeteuk’s problems don’t seem as bad, he ends up being sold as a sex slave to one of Seoul’s richest family’s son, Kangin.
Chapters: 00 // 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05 // 06 // 07 // 08 // 09 // 10
Chapter Eleven
If there was one thing that Kangin disliked or felt uncomfortable with, it was being left in the dark. He drummed his fingers along the smooth rosewood table of his office furniture, unable to concentrate on the documents before him. Everyday for the past two weeks, Leeteuk had gone to Heechul’s bar for his lessons, coming home with a smile on his face and not talking about the lesson itself to Kangin.
The boy in question pouted as he thought back to all the times he asked what Heechul had been teaching the older boy. Leeteuk, however, merely smiled and would walk away and a small laugh. Kangin groaned in frustration and ran his hands through his hair, eying the phone as if it would ring with a certain boy on the other line. When the phone remained silent, Kangin grabbed the receiver and dialled the ever-so familiar number.
Kangin grinned when he heard the accent on the other line. “Yah, put Heechul on!”
“Erm…” There was a pause. “Heechul can’t come to the phone right now.”
“What? Why?” Kangin demanded, gritting his teeth.
“He’s uh…you would really be better off if you didn’t know.”
Suddenly, Kangin heard a squeak that he wouldn’t mistake for anyone else, making his frame tense up and his grip on the phone tighten. “Hankyung,” gritted out Kangin, “Put Heechul on. Now!”
There was a rustle over the other end as the phone changed hands and his brother came on. “Yes Youngwoon-ah?”
“Don’t call me that and what the hell are you doing to Leeteuk?”
“Oh nothing that you need to know.”
“Then you’ll put him on then.”
“Oh no, I can’t do that! That would just spoil the surprise! Oh by the way, your mother will be calling soon since I had to do your dirty work and tell her that you have a date already for the party!”
Kangin coughed on his drink that he had just taken a sip of and gaped at the phone.
“Well, your silence means that you’re fine with that! Got to go now!!” tittered Heechul just as Leeteuk’s voice floated through the earpiece.
“Heechul! Can you let go of me now? It hurts when you tug at…that…”
Kangin coughed once more and was about to yell profanities when the line went dead, the monotone beeping breaking the silent room. Just as he put the phone back down, the machine rang shrilly, startling Kangin and answering the phone tiredly. “Yes?”
“So when were you going to tell me about this…girl…”
Kangin could have hit Heechul at that moment for not keeping his mouth shut but put his revenge plans aside as he dealt with his mother. “Mother…”
“You’re bringing her over. Next week. You’ll also be staying here with her so I have one whole week to get to know her before your brother comes home.” With that, Kangin was left with the dial tone yet again with Heechul to blame.
“Great work genius!” growled Kangin into the mouthpiece as someone picked up on the other end. He didn’t really care who was on the other line as long as Heechul would get the message one way or another. “Mother wants me to bring Leeteuk next week and stay at the main house until the party!”
“Um, I think you should be telling this to Heechul.” There was a soft voice over from the other line.
“Kibum? Where the hell is Heechul now?” Kangin paused. “Wait, you know what? I don’t want to know. Just tell him that I’m taking Leeteuk to see mother next week.”
Kibum looked at the phone in his hand as the signal disconnected. He looked at it warily before looking in the direction of the main bar room where last he saw, Heechul tackling Leeteuk into a dress. With sweaty hands, he pushed the kitchen door that connected to the main room and hoped he didn’t walk in on something bad.
A few seconds later, he walked back into the kitchen where Hankyung raised a brow at him. “Tell Heechul that Leeteuk needs to be ready by next week.” With that, Kibum sauntered away from the scene and to the comfort of his room. He would never look at cross-dressing the same way. Ever again.
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Kangin narrowed his eyes as he watched Leeteuk gather their dishes from dinner and limp towards the sink. Ever since that fateful phone call, Leeteuk had come home with a slight limp, making Kangin ever-so suspicious that two men was not enough for Heechul. Of course, Kangin had inquired about it but whenever the topic was brought up, Leeteuk would freeze up and either change the subject abruptly or merely leave the room, avoiding the subject all together.
But enough was enough. Usually after dinner, Kangin would retreat to their bedroom where he would bury himself under the covers while looking through his papers from work, leaving Leeteuk to do whatever he wanted until he felt tired. This time, however, he followed Leeteuk into the kitchen and leaned against the side of the counter.
“So,” started Kangin, “How’s lessons?”
“Lessons are fine.” Leeteuk did not look up from the dishes.
“Really?” Kangin leaned in and laid his head on Leeteuk’s shoulder, his breath tickling the older boy’s ear. “I would love to see what my dear brother has been teaching you.”
Leeteuk turned his head to the side so that their lips were separated by mere centimetres of air. “Wouldn’t you just…”
Kangin subconsciously licked his lips in anticipation but frowned when Leeteuk grinned and moved away from him, leaving him to do the dishes while the older boy locked himself in the bedroom to do something secret. Kangin looked at the soapy dishes and mentally exclaimed, ‘I will find out what is happening tonight!!’
After he quickly finished up with the dishes, he burst into the bedroom in hopes of catch Leeteuk doing something that would explain all the secretiveness of the lessons but was disappointed when he saw that the room was empty. Kangin pouted, hearing that the water of the shower was turned on and that Leeteuk was just having a shower: nothing-secretive there.
Looking around to make sure that Leeteuk would take his time in the shower, Kangin crept over to the bag next to Leeteuk’s side of the bed and looked in to see what ‘souvenirs’ that he brought home from Heechul’s lessons. Keeping an eye on the door, Kangin dipped his hand into the brown bag and felt some soft material against his fingers. He squinted his eyes as he tried to grab the cloth and totally forgot to keep an eye on the door, much less lock it.
“What are you doing?”
Kangin yelped and wrenched his hand out of the bag, trying to not look guilty and look at Leeteuk in the eye. “Nothing!”
Leeteuk narrowed his eyes as he towelled his damp hair, using his other hand to fan himself from the heat still felt from the shower. Kangin inched away from the bag, confidently strutting away to cover his guilty tracks, all under the watchful eye of Leeteuk.
“You didn’t see anything inside the bag, did you?”
Kangin grinned. “Maybe, maybe not.”
“You didn’t see anything,” said Leeteuk, deadpanned. “You wouldn’t be calm if you looked in.”
At this, Kangin turned to face Leeteuk, grabbing the boy by the shoulders and shaking him. “Tell me!! Tell me what Heechul’s teaching you!”
Leeteuk merely offered a weak smile, broke away from Kangin, picked up the bag and retreated back into the bathroom. Kangin looked aghast after the other boy and started to whine as he thumped on the bathroom door.
“Hyung! Tell me!”
Inside the bathroom, Leeteuk gritted his teeth as Kangin’s cries of ‘Tell me! Come on! Just tell me!’ floated through the door and started to get on his nerves.
“You know, yelling ‘Tell me!’ repeatedly isn’t making the situation any better for you!” shouted Leeteuk back through the door as he stripped and donned the forbidden cloth of fabric in the bag. “I can’t believe he got me to wear this,” muttered Leeteuk, looping his legs through the holes with more curses following.
Minutes later, Leeteuk left the bathroom with a sour face but even this didn’t deter Kangin from asking once more. “Come on hyung, what could possibly be that bad that you can’t even tell me?”
“Honestly,” started Leeteuk, “I would rather you don’t mention this again.”
Without a further word, Leeteuk slipped under the covers and buried his head into the softness of the pillow to avoid any other further conversations. Kangin sighed softly, knowing that he wouldn’t get any information from the smaller boy so he settled under the covers, put on his glasses and flicked through some documents.
‘Well, this is exciting,’ thought Kangin tiredly as he felt the claws of sleep eventually get him.
Hours later into the night, he felt the other side of the bed lighten and heard the bathroom door close with a soft click. Kangin blearily opened his eyes, noticing that his glasses were perched upon the nightstand along with his notes. He smiled slightly, knowing that Leeteuk must have put them there and tucked him in. He waited for Leeteuk to come back to bed but when almost ten minutes passed and the bathroom door was still closed, Kangin’s sense fully awakened and assumed the worst.
Pulling the covers back and ignoring the prickling sensation on his legs from the cold, Kangin moved forward and leaned into the door in hopes of hearing something to reassure himself that Leeteuk was okay. When he was met with silence, he pressed his ear against the wooden door, hoping to hear some sound vibrations.
With his eyebrows knitting together, Kangin frowned as he heard muffled noises. When he heard the vague sound of shuffling and muttered cries, Kangin applied his full body pressure upon the door, forgetting that when unlocked, the door can be pushed open. Kangin cried out as he fell through the door and unto the floor, grimacing in pain before looking up at the sight before him. Kangin’s mouth went dry at what he saw before him.
There Leeteuk was, his face flushed and sweaty with his pajama pants and underwear pulled down while he had propped one of his legs up on the lid of the toilet seat he was currently sitting on. With his eyes closed, Leeteuk had wrapped a hand around his throbbing member while his other hand was behind him on the edge of the seat for support.
“T-Teukie?” Kangin didn’t move from his position on the floor as the older boy opened his eyes and turned to the source of the voice.
“Kangin?” Leeteuk’s once hazy eyes cleared up and widened in shock, not expecting to see the younger boy. “What are you doing awake?”
“When you got up, I woke up as well. What the hell is Heechul getting you to do?” asked Kangin incredulously, not sure if he was seeing what he was seeing properly.
Leeteuk tried to cover himself up but bit out a cry as he tried to move from the seat. “N-Nothing! Go back to sleep!”
Kangin watched as Leeteuk bit down on his lip in pain as he moved to pull his pants back up but caught his hand before he could do so. He looked down and realised that it wasn’t ordinary boxers or briefs that Leeteuk had been wearing, but a skimpy piece of fabric, lined with elastic.
The younger boy of the duo looked up with question and shock. “Is he torturing you or something?”
Leeteuk sighed tiredly. “No, it’s nothing like that. Heechul has been giving me different pairs of underwear so that when I do go to meet your family, I won’t be discovered immediately because of the rather obvious part of me.” He pointed downwards at his member, now burning red.
Kangin winced. “Why are you so red there?”
“Because none of the underwear he’s given me is comfortable and they’re so restricting while trying to pin it down that usually it’s a pain for me to move. This pair,” Leeteuk said as he picked up the offending piece of article, “is especially horrible.”
“This has got to be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Well you better believe it since apparently, I’ll be wearing dresses and skirts so that your parents don't find out!!”
“But…” Kangin frowned. “You’re going to be there for two weeks or so. That’s a very long time to be strapped down.” He gently lifted Leeteuk’s hand from his member and started to softly caress the thick cock, forcing Leeteuk to grind his teeth to stop himself from moaning.
“Y-Yah, what are you doing?” Leeteuk panted as a thin film of sweat covered his forehead.
“I’m making you feel better. You’re too disoriented to do this yourself and cream isn’t going to make it better quickly.” Without warning, Kangin lowered his head and engulfed the limb, running his tongue along the underside and its veins.
Leeteuk covered his mouth with his hand, clenching his eyes shut with tears finding its way out while the other hand latched out and grabbed the nearby counter of the sink. Subconsciously, he slid forward on the seat, further into Kangin’s mouth, forcing the younger boy to take the cock deep in his throat.
Kangin on the other hand, was happy to take the thick member deep in his mouth as he wrapped Leeteuk’s legs around his neck for complete exposure. The boy in question yelped out in surprise as he slid forward on the seat, making his body take a very unfortunate and uncomfortable position.
The older boy whined from the base of his throat as he felt the cold air surround his member when Kangin pulled his mouth from his yearning cock. Kangin grinned and started to suck the sacks, occasionally nipping at it. Saliva started to drip from his mouth as Kangin sucked on the skin hungrily, allowing for the saliva to drip down and coat Leeteuk’s hole.
Seeing how the hole was already partially lubed, Kangin stuck a single finger and curled it so it would hook on the ring of muscle. Leeteuk opened his mouth to let out a silent scream as one of his arms flailed and tried to grab something solid. Kangin moved up from the sacks and started to place short licks along the length, ignoring the wanton thrusts or the pants of the older boy.
Just as Kangin gently bit down on the head, Leeteuk’s vision blurred as he shot hot creamy substance onto Kangin’s closed eyes. Kangin wiped the sperm off his face with the back of his hand and erotically licked it off whilst looking at Leeteuk’s tired sweaty form. He leaned over to sit Leeteuk up when the boy collapsed into his arms, muscles weakened from the sexual activity.
“You like it when I do these kind of things to you, don’t you?” whispered Kangin into Leeteuk’s ear, soft wisps of air tickling the skin.
“No,” replied Leeteuk tiredly. “I can’t help but respond. It’s human nature.”
“Whatever you say.” Kangin pulled the boy up to his feet while Leeteuk slowly floated to sleep, happy to have one night without his member being strapped down by a tight G-string.
Quickly pulling the pants back up without underwear this time, Kangin led Leeteuk back to bed, both falling asleep in each others arms, not really caring about the circumstances of their relationship.
The next morning, the not-so impressed brother slapped Heechul over the head. “Yah! What was that for?”
“What are you? An idiot? I can’t believe you made him wear that!” Kangin glared at his brother who sighed in return.
“I wasn’t being a total idiot. I took into account that we do indeed have to hide his manly parts or you’ll be up in the marriage market very soon! Besides, whenever I need to cross dress and hide my parts, I use these!” Heechul held up the skimpy item of ‘clothing’.
“W-What?” sputtered Kangin, looking aghast. “You gave Leeteuk your used clothes?”
“I washed them!” Heechul shrugged. “I figured if I could get away with it then it could work for Leeteuk too!”
Kangin shook his head. “Why can’t you just use briefs? They hug our parts without giving anything away.”
“But whenever Leeteuk walks, his skirt or dress will hike up to show said brief. You must think this out!”
“Can’t you get some smooth fabric like nylon or something?”
There was a pause. “I forgot about that. I’ll go get Siwonnie to get some!” Kangin shook his head in pity at the thought of Siwon having to do Heechul’s bidding. He turned to leave when Heechul called out to him. “Wait! I’m teaching Leeteuk to dance today so I think it’ll be good for you to stick around. Mother will be very suspicious if Leeteuk doesn’t know how to dance.”
Kangin sighed tiredly. “Be grateful that it’s my day off today. Where is Leeteuk anyways?”
“Well,” started Heechul, smirking, “Since he’s getting taught how to dance today, I thought he should dress up with heels to get use to the feel. Oh, here he is!”
Leeteuk stood in the corridor, complete with a white halter-neck summer dress with white heels, surprised to see that Kangin still hung around even though he dropped him off already. The male tried to hide behind something but failed as there was no furniture near the doorway of the main bar area. “K-Kangin-ah, what are you still doing here?”
“He’ll be teaching you to dance,” Heechul butted in, not allowing for his brother to talk. He then turned to Kangin. “Just be aware that he’ll have a wig on next week when you have to see your mother.”
Leeteuk groaned. “Yah, is the wig really necessary?”
“Pfft,” scoffed Heechul. “Of course. You look too much of a drag queen without a wig. The hair sells the part.”
The boy in question sighed depressingly as Kangin stepped forward, taking Leeteuk by the waist and hand. “Should we start?”
Heechul grinned and put a CD on, not really seeing the cover of it or caring for that matter. Just as the techno music filled the room, Leeteuk laid his head on Kangin’s shoulder, groaning in frustration. Kangin also vaguely heard Hankyung’s annoyed shout from the other side of the door in the kitchen.
“He’s been playing that song, non-stop, ever since lessons started,” muttered Leeteuk. Kangin grinned as he listened to the lyrics.
Tell me tell me
Tell tell tell tell tell tell me
That you love me, that you waited for me
Tell me tell me
Tell tell tell tell tell tell me
Tell me that you need me, tell me
Tell me tell me
Tell tell tell tell tell tell me
I want to hear more keep on telling me
Tell me tell me
Tell tell tell tell tell tell me
Say that it is not a dream, tell me.
Before the next verse could come on, Hankyung kicked open the kitchen door, pulled the chord of the CD player out before entering back into the kitchen, all while muttering something in Chinese. During all this, Heechul pouted at the absence of his favourite song.
“Yah, that was uncalled for!”
Just before Hankyung went back into the kitchen, he swivelled around and gritted his teeth. “Heechul, there is no way in hell Leeteuk can learn how to do dances like the waltz when that is playing. Put the right music on, please?”
Heechul sighed irritably, plugging the power chord back into the socket and changing the CD. Once the nice soft orchestral music wafted through the room, Hankyung smiled happily in content and went back to his business. Heechul then waved his hands at the couple, as if to signal them to start dancing.
“Lets see if you can follow my lead.” Kangin moved his left foot backwards, hinting for Leeteuk to follow.
With his head kept down and his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, Leeteuk followed the repetitive footsteps, hoping that it wouldn’t get any harder with more complicated footsteps. After half an hour of footwork, Leeteuk smiled, knowing that he had got the hang of the dance.
“Sorry about yesterday,” Leeteuk said quietly. “For getting annoyed at you. Listening to that Tell Me song for weeks then hearing you whine ‘Tell Me’ didn’t do well for me.”
Kangin chuckled, the deep sound rumbling from his throat. “It’s okay.” He then leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Besides, I got quite a treat last night.”
With his face starting to heat up, Leeteuk stuttered, “H-How is that a treat?”
“Because maybe all those comments about our relationship from Heechul and your cousins has some truth in it.” Kangin leaned further in and kissed Leeteuk’s ear. “Maybe I do think of you more than just a friend.”
Leeteuk stopped moving his feet and stood in the middle of the floor. “Don’t be silly. How could feelings possibly develop for me when one: I’ve just met you and two: I’m a male?”
“You shouldn’t be so harsh on yourself. Who can resist some as cute as me?” Kangin pouted and gave Leeteuk his ‘puppy eye’ look. Leeteuk merely cringed and tried to look away.
“Stop being delusional.”
“I’m Korea’s number one guy, you can’t deny you have some feelings for me!”
“You’re stressed out from work. You just needed some company and I just happened to be around. There’s nothing else to this.”
“Don’t say that.”
“I just look like a girl, that’s why you’re treating me so nicely.”
Kangin sighed, berating himself for revealing his feelings. He knew he should have kept them secret for longer. “It’s not because of that! It doesn’t matter if you look feminine or not!”
“You’re interested in women so even though it may not matter to you, it matters to me! God, why did I even accept to doing this? This isn’t making my situation any better!!” Heechul looked up from the magazine he was flipping through to the couple when Leeteuk’s voice started to get louder and louder.
Kangin placed his large hands on either side of Leeteuk’s face and pulled him in for an angry kiss, their mouths firmly placed upon each other. “Why did you accept then?”
Leeteuk looked at Kangin in surprise, not from the question but from the kiss. It wasn’t like the ones before. Even when he was drugged, their kisses had some sort of passion and heat to it, all while being soft and tender at the same time but this time, there were no emotions to it.
“I…”
“If you hate being around me so much, why did you stay?” Kangin was starting to get angry at Leeteuk’s decisions, not understanding the logic in it all.
The two remained still and quiet for a while before Leeteuk lifted his head up from the smooth ground, speaking in a quiet voice. “That is none of your business.” Kangin merely gaped at Leeteuk’s answer as the boy continued. “Just remember that I’m still a male and not a female. Don’t ever forget that.” With that said, Leeteuk walked out of the room to the kitchen, leaving Kangin gaping like a fish out of water.
Heechul merely lifted his brow at the argument, not phased by it. “Trouble in paradise?”
“I didn’t even know I was in paradise.” Kangin sighed once more. “I don’t understand why Leeteuk even agreed to this if it’s making him unhappy.”
“You know he’s doing it for you.”
“But why? He could have gone back to his normal life.”
“The day I found out that he was going to help you, he told me that he felt sorry for you. When he said this, he looked pained and somewhat saddened.” Heechul looked directly at Kangin and patted him on the back. “He must have a good reason to be helping you. Be grateful that he is! Besides, if he doesn’t want to tell you then it’s best left alone.”
“But…” Kangin paused and looked at Leeteuk who had gotten a drink and was currently talking to Kibum. “There were some things you said that were true. I’m feeling something for him that I didn’t think I ever would. I don’t know what to do anymore. I want to know more about him. I want him to trust me so why won’t he open up?”
“Just let it go, Youngwoon-ah. He’s been through a lot.” Heechul shook his head and approached Leeteuk, pausing to whisper something in his ear. The eldest male in the room smiled softly before looking at Kangin’s direction.
Leeteuk put his drink down and went back on the floor, his thick heels clacking along the polished stone floor. “I’m sorry. I heard from Heechul that you want to know more about me.” He shook his head, biting his lip gently. “I’m sorry but I can’t tell you just yet. It’s not that I don’t trust you or anything, it’s just that I’m not ready. Please understand.”
Kangin held his hands up in the front of him. “Okay, I’m sorry too for bringing up such a sensitive topic. I hope you’ll eventually open up to me. I’ll be waiting to listen no matter how long I have to wait.” Leeteuk flashed his dimpled smile before stepping forward to begin dancing again when Kangin’s hands didn’t move and groped Leeteuk’s chest area.
Waiting for Kangin to remove his hands, Leeteuk raised a brow at the frozen form of the boy. “They’re not real you know.”
Kangin yanked his hands away as if they were on fire. “I know that but it feels so real!”
“They’re silicon.” Leeteuk reached into his dress and pulled out one of the rubber-like cup, giggling it in front of Kangin’s face as if to tease him.
It was at this moment that Siwon entered the room upon finishing his shift at work. The boy looked at the couple with a bit of a shocked expression, not particularly sure why Leeteuk was giggling a silicon breast in front of Kangin. He shook his head and changed his path, visiting Hankyung first since Heechul had more than enough to occupy his attention.
-tbc-
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I'm so sorry that I didn't update sooner!! I've been so busy, which is weird since I;m on holidays...meh, I've been making cards and doing secret santas so that's occupied my time. Also I got a writer's block cos the whole 'transform Teukie into a girl' really fucked my mind...so I had to add some plot development here...Leeteuk's back story at least...
Yes. I HAD to put 'Tell Me' in here somewhere! LOL!