[Super Junior] what you did last night, PG-13, AU/Humor, KiHae
alksdjfld Happy birthday, Ryeowook - I love you and your adorableness and cooking skills and voice. And I will figure out how to stick you in this verse soon. ♥
-- Fratboy AU
-- (01) new experiences for the new year
-- (02) lessons in stalking, part one
-- (03) lessons in stalking, part two
-- (04) a lost battle
This is (05).
what you did last night
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG-13, 1260 words
AU. Heechul is perfectly willing to make up his own version of what Kibum did last night.
what you did last night
by meiface
"Tell me everything," Heechul demanded, "or I'll make up my own version of events and spread it like wildfire and then you will only wish you'd told me the truth."
Kibum knew it was no idle threat, either, which was why he only glared ineffectually at him, wishing desperately that the two Tylenol he'd popped ten minutes ago would hurry up and take effect on the hangover pounding brass drums in his skull. Sometimes he hated being roommates with Heechul, because that meant he knew when Kibum arrived home at four in the morning, disheveled, half-unbuttoned, and thoroughly, obviously, well-kissed.
Out of the kindness of his heart, or so he'd said, Heechul had let Kibum crawl into bed and pass out without interrogation. It only meant he was up and waiting impatiently, lounging around in his pink pajama bottoms, when Kibum finally woke up groggily around ten. And an impatient Heechul was second only to a furious Heechul in terms of havoc wreaked. Fortunately, Heechul didn't get furious that often; unfortunately, he was impatient all the time.
"So," Heechul started imperiously, reclining on the couch as Kibum sank into the armchair, clutching a glass of water. "Did you sleep with him?"
"No."
"Did he suck you off?"
Kibum directed a frown at Heechul. "No."
"Did you suck him off?"
"No."
"THEN WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN DO," Heechul exploded, throwing a pillow at Kibum's face. "Don't tell me you just sat up in his room and had a quaint little drunken tea party. Oh my god, you fail so hard at life, Kibum. Why do my roommates suck at life," he seemed to be asking the ceiling, looking pleadingly up at it. "Drunken party at the hottest frat on campus and left alone with Lee Donghae, who gets all the girls' panties in a twist, and he couldn't even manage a little oral sex? Who are you. Have I taught you nothing?"
Kibum flung the pillow back at Heechul. "Fuck you, Heechul. We were interrupted."
Heechul sat up abruptly, hair tousled, eyes alert. "Oho!" he exclaimed. "So you did do something."
"Sort of."
"Tell me," Heechul demanded again, clutching the pillow to his middle and running another hand through his hair, smoothing it down.
"We were making out and someone walked in on us."
Heechul stared at him, expectantly.
"That's all."
Heechul narrowed his eyes. "Where were your hands," he demanded. "Were you naked? Was he as lickable as he looks?"
Kibum tightened his grip around the glass of water. "Heechul," he said warningly, tiredly.
Huffing an indignant breath, Heechul threw himself off the couch and flounced down the hall towards his room. "Fuck you so hard, Kibum, I'm going to make your night five times filthier when I spread the rumors."
Kibum rolled his eyes and winced as his head throbbed. Penance for a night of stupidity, he thought with a grimace. "Thanks for your help," he called out sarcastically. His roommate, always the epitome of kind-heartedness and unequivocal support.
"You better be thankful I'm not spreading rumors about your inability to get it up," was Heechul's reply from his room.
***
how r u feelin?
Kibum stared at the text and tried to remember when he'd programmed Lee Donghae's number into his phone. Maybe he had been persuaded somehow last night, he mused. He had done a lot of stupid things last night - why not this?
He considered not replying but, really, he had nothing better to do. He was in a required Psychology seminar about hive mindsets, and he had realized ten minutes in that he really should have just skipped today, like the majority of his classmates. Who wanted to listen to a boring lecture on a Saturday morning, mandatory or not? Especially with a killer hangover.
Like shit, he texted back, thumb pressing silent keys, hiding the phone in his lap.
A minute later:
sux sry man wanna meet 4 lunch
Kibum stared some more, a vague sort of despair filling him. He had spent the last night making out with an illiterate frat boy. Could he sink any lower?
No.
:(
I already have plans.
pls :(
A very tenacious illiterate frat boy, Kibum amended and glanced up at the screen with the presenter's powerpoint. They were still on the same tedious slide.
He glanced at his phone again and sighed.
Noon, front of the dining hall.
:)
What kind of guy texted smilies anyway, Kibum wondered as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. Hopefully Kyuhyun would scare Donghae away, or at least get to see firsthand Kibum's personal frat boy stalker; he'd been needling Kibum for an opportunity for the past week.
When the seminar finally ended, Kibum packed up his things and headed towards the campus's main dining hall with something like trepidation. He schooled his face into its typical poker stoic, but he might have betrayed a grimace when he caught sight of Donghae waiting by the door, chatting with the Chinese transfer Heechul was friends with and two girls who had to be sorority girls if the ΣΣΣ emblazoned across their shirts were any indication.
Frat boy, he reminded himself, taking in Donghae's appearance. Pale blue polo shirt, sunglasses, khaki shorts, flip flops. He looked every inch the popular Sigma Chi member.
And, unfortunately, every bit as delicious as Kibum remembered him from last night.
Kibum licked his lips and squinted through his own sunglasses, wishing the sun were less bright still. He usually didn't have hangovers this bad, but he usually didn't down so much beer and whiskey so fast. In fact, he was probably lucky he hadn't thrown up. But his memories from last night were much more pleasant - heat and sweat, bare skin, drunken, fumbling kisses and clumsy hands. Hot, damp fingers curling around his cock... He bit his lip and dragged himself forcibly back to the present.
Kibum arrived at the little Greek group just as Kyuhyun joined them from the opposite direction. Both eyebrows were nearly off his forehead in surprise as he looked from Kibum to the others. What the hell is going on? his expression clearly wanted to know.
"Hey Kibum!" Donghae exclaimed cheerfully, abandoning his conversation to beam at him. His sunglasses reflected a bright shaft of sunlight as he moved, stepping into Kibum's personal space before Kibum could catch his breath, and then a hand was at his shirt collar, tugging at the wrinkled fabric and rearranging it. Behind Donghae's head, Kibum could read the shock in Kyuhyun's eyes and the surprise on the others' faces.
"You've got one hell of a hickey," Donghae muttered in his ear, sounding incredibly pleased. "But I didn't think you wanted everyone to see." He stepped back, one hand smoothing down Kibum's button-up shirt before dropping away. He smiled brightly and Kibum could only look at him and try to forget the lingering warmth and scent of citrus.
"Han Geng," Donghae introduced, gesturing at the other guy. "Yuri, Jessica."
Kibum managed to nod, trying not to show his displeasure. He hadn't said Donghae could bring his own Greek troupe with him to lunch. Like he wanted to eat with a group of frat boys and sorority girls? "Kyuhyun," he said shortly as Kyuhyun stepped beside him.
"Hi," Kyuhyun said, sounding as wary as Kibum felt.
Donghae wrapped an arm around Kibum's shoulders and guided him towards the dining hall. "Let's eat!"
This was going to be an awkward lunch.
--
Started/Finished: 2009.06.18
-- Fratboy AU
-- (01) new experiences for the new year
-- (02) lessons in stalking, part one
-- (03) lessons in stalking, part two
-- (04) a lost battle
This is (05).
what you did last night
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG-13, 1260 words
AU. Heechul is perfectly willing to make up his own version of what Kibum did last night.
what you did last night
by meiface
"Tell me everything," Heechul demanded, "or I'll make up my own version of events and spread it like wildfire and then you will only wish you'd told me the truth."
Kibum knew it was no idle threat, either, which was why he only glared ineffectually at him, wishing desperately that the two Tylenol he'd popped ten minutes ago would hurry up and take effect on the hangover pounding brass drums in his skull. Sometimes he hated being roommates with Heechul, because that meant he knew when Kibum arrived home at four in the morning, disheveled, half-unbuttoned, and thoroughly, obviously, well-kissed.
Out of the kindness of his heart, or so he'd said, Heechul had let Kibum crawl into bed and pass out without interrogation. It only meant he was up and waiting impatiently, lounging around in his pink pajama bottoms, when Kibum finally woke up groggily around ten. And an impatient Heechul was second only to a furious Heechul in terms of havoc wreaked. Fortunately, Heechul didn't get furious that often; unfortunately, he was impatient all the time.
"So," Heechul started imperiously, reclining on the couch as Kibum sank into the armchair, clutching a glass of water. "Did you sleep with him?"
"No."
"Did he suck you off?"
Kibum directed a frown at Heechul. "No."
"Did you suck him off?"
"No."
"THEN WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN DO," Heechul exploded, throwing a pillow at Kibum's face. "Don't tell me you just sat up in his room and had a quaint little drunken tea party. Oh my god, you fail so hard at life, Kibum. Why do my roommates suck at life," he seemed to be asking the ceiling, looking pleadingly up at it. "Drunken party at the hottest frat on campus and left alone with Lee Donghae, who gets all the girls' panties in a twist, and he couldn't even manage a little oral sex? Who are you. Have I taught you nothing?"
Kibum flung the pillow back at Heechul. "Fuck you, Heechul. We were interrupted."
Heechul sat up abruptly, hair tousled, eyes alert. "Oho!" he exclaimed. "So you did do something."
"Sort of."
"Tell me," Heechul demanded again, clutching the pillow to his middle and running another hand through his hair, smoothing it down.
"We were making out and someone walked in on us."
Heechul stared at him, expectantly.
"That's all."
Heechul narrowed his eyes. "Where were your hands," he demanded. "Were you naked? Was he as lickable as he looks?"
Kibum tightened his grip around the glass of water. "Heechul," he said warningly, tiredly.
Huffing an indignant breath, Heechul threw himself off the couch and flounced down the hall towards his room. "Fuck you so hard, Kibum, I'm going to make your night five times filthier when I spread the rumors."
Kibum rolled his eyes and winced as his head throbbed. Penance for a night of stupidity, he thought with a grimace. "Thanks for your help," he called out sarcastically. His roommate, always the epitome of kind-heartedness and unequivocal support.
"You better be thankful I'm not spreading rumors about your inability to get it up," was Heechul's reply from his room.
***
how r u feelin?
Kibum stared at the text and tried to remember when he'd programmed Lee Donghae's number into his phone. Maybe he had been persuaded somehow last night, he mused. He had done a lot of stupid things last night - why not this?
He considered not replying but, really, he had nothing better to do. He was in a required Psychology seminar about hive mindsets, and he had realized ten minutes in that he really should have just skipped today, like the majority of his classmates. Who wanted to listen to a boring lecture on a Saturday morning, mandatory or not? Especially with a killer hangover.
Like shit, he texted back, thumb pressing silent keys, hiding the phone in his lap.
A minute later:
sux sry man wanna meet 4 lunch
Kibum stared some more, a vague sort of despair filling him. He had spent the last night making out with an illiterate frat boy. Could he sink any lower?
No.
:(
I already have plans.
pls :(
A very tenacious illiterate frat boy, Kibum amended and glanced up at the screen with the presenter's powerpoint. They were still on the same tedious slide.
He glanced at his phone again and sighed.
Noon, front of the dining hall.
:)
What kind of guy texted smilies anyway, Kibum wondered as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. Hopefully Kyuhyun would scare Donghae away, or at least get to see firsthand Kibum's personal frat boy stalker; he'd been needling Kibum for an opportunity for the past week.
When the seminar finally ended, Kibum packed up his things and headed towards the campus's main dining hall with something like trepidation. He schooled his face into its typical poker stoic, but he might have betrayed a grimace when he caught sight of Donghae waiting by the door, chatting with the Chinese transfer Heechul was friends with and two girls who had to be sorority girls if the ΣΣΣ emblazoned across their shirts were any indication.
Frat boy, he reminded himself, taking in Donghae's appearance. Pale blue polo shirt, sunglasses, khaki shorts, flip flops. He looked every inch the popular Sigma Chi member.
And, unfortunately, every bit as delicious as Kibum remembered him from last night.
Kibum licked his lips and squinted through his own sunglasses, wishing the sun were less bright still. He usually didn't have hangovers this bad, but he usually didn't down so much beer and whiskey so fast. In fact, he was probably lucky he hadn't thrown up. But his memories from last night were much more pleasant - heat and sweat, bare skin, drunken, fumbling kisses and clumsy hands. Hot, damp fingers curling around his cock... He bit his lip and dragged himself forcibly back to the present.
Kibum arrived at the little Greek group just as Kyuhyun joined them from the opposite direction. Both eyebrows were nearly off his forehead in surprise as he looked from Kibum to the others. What the hell is going on? his expression clearly wanted to know.
"Hey Kibum!" Donghae exclaimed cheerfully, abandoning his conversation to beam at him. His sunglasses reflected a bright shaft of sunlight as he moved, stepping into Kibum's personal space before Kibum could catch his breath, and then a hand was at his shirt collar, tugging at the wrinkled fabric and rearranging it. Behind Donghae's head, Kibum could read the shock in Kyuhyun's eyes and the surprise on the others' faces.
"You've got one hell of a hickey," Donghae muttered in his ear, sounding incredibly pleased. "But I didn't think you wanted everyone to see." He stepped back, one hand smoothing down Kibum's button-up shirt before dropping away. He smiled brightly and Kibum could only look at him and try to forget the lingering warmth and scent of citrus.
"Han Geng," Donghae introduced, gesturing at the other guy. "Yuri, Jessica."
Kibum managed to nod, trying not to show his displeasure. He hadn't said Donghae could bring his own Greek troupe with him to lunch. Like he wanted to eat with a group of frat boys and sorority girls? "Kyuhyun," he said shortly as Kyuhyun stepped beside him.
"Hi," Kyuhyun said, sounding as wary as Kibum felt.
Donghae wrapped an arm around Kibum's shoulders and guided him towards the dining hall. "Let's eat!"
This was going to be an awkward lunch.
--
Started/Finished: 2009.06.18