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rating: PG13-R+ (kinda-there sex. and language)
characters: kyuhyun, donghae, meddling!heechul, kindofnotreallythere-kangin
word count: 3,000-ish. hahaha. i just felt like it?
this is for twinkie86 , because she wrote me kyumin and she wanted kyuhae :D
uhm... the chronological order is not there at all, but hopefully it isn't too confusing HAHAHAHA. oh and don't mind the ending. i think i wrote that too fast. i was in a hurry because i needed sleep. and yeah. AND DON'T WORRY JILLIAN! I ACTUALLY HAVE STARTED YOURS ALONG WITH THIS ONE! IT'S GETTING THERE, I PROMISE :DDD
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“CHO KYUHYUN!”
Kyuhyun cursed under his breath as he lowered his head and continued typing. His fingers twitched as fists continued to pound on his door.
“KYUHYUNNA! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!”
He let out an aggravated sigh as he slammed his palms against either side of his keyboard. He stood up angrily from his chair and shuffled heavily towards the door. Kyuhyun hissed as the cold floor came into contact with his skin, having forgotten to wear his slippers in his fury.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he yelled irritably as he approached the door. He unhooked the chain and forcefully pulled it open.
“That’s what my whore said last night, and bitch didn’t even finish,” the man fumed sarcastically. “Now am I going to get that draft today, or are you going to make my life hell again? I have a family to support, you know.”
Kyuhyun leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. “I told you that I’ll email it to you when I’m done.” He made a motion to retreat back into his apartment, but the man placed his foot in front of the frame.
“This happens every fucking time, Kyuhyun. If I don’t get that draft today-“
“I know, I know,” Kyuhyun cut him off. “I’ll send it before 8.” He tried to push the man’s foot away, but the man resisted. “Kangin,” he seethed, his voice a little deeper and little less friendly. “If you don’t let me go back to my work, I won’t be able to finish it.”
The man-Kangin-straightened and pulled his foot from in between the door and the frame. “Fine. But you better send it in by 8, or else-“ Kyuhyun less-than-gently slammed the door.
“Jesus…” he mumbled.
“YAH! AND WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS?! IT’S ‘HYUNG’!” Kyuhyun shook his head and dragged himself to his computer desk.
--
Cho Kyuhyun. 20 years young (he liked to say). A prospering (what the hell? Are you serious?) fiction novelist of sappy love stories for sappy young teens. Not bad looking at all (Okay, maybe a few muscles here and there wouldn’t hurt). A very promising bachelor.
Okay, maybe if he wasn’t, y’know… g-
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“GAY?!”
Kyuhyun buried his head between his arms, convincing himself that if he couldn’t see anything, the other people wouldn’t be able to see him either.
“Kyuhyunna, I didn’t know you swung that way.” A chuckle followed the comment. “If you weren’t my friend, I would have believed that you just asked me on a date right now.” Kyuhyun could almost feel the smirk from the other man’s face.
“I am not gay!” he bit back rather loudly, and his face flushed. He cautiously looked around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping, which turned out to disappoint him more than he expected. He dropped his voice. “Heechul hyung, please stop jumping to conclusions before I get to explain anything!” The older man grinned at him.
“Then what do you call your total infatuation towards a certain human specimen that rants all day-everyday-about aliens and just happened to be of the same gender as you?” Heechul placed his chin in one hand while the other tapped the side of his half-finished glass of orange juice. “If that’s not gay, then, hell, gaydom doesn’t exist in this world.”
Kyuhyun could sense that the pairs of eyes that turned towards them increased with every word that left his hyung’s mouth. “Hyung, I am not in love with another man, and especially not with Lee Donghae.”
Heechul smirked again and leaned back against his seat, picking up his glass. “So you admit that it is Donghae?”
Kyuhyun gaped. “N-no. B-but you just mentioned-“
“I just described an alien-loving boy. It could’ve been my cousin.”
“H-hyung, you’re being unfair.” Kyuhyun pouted and further swirled his already mashed up food.
“Am I?” Heechul smiled, the edge of his cup secured between his teeth. “And I didn’t mention love, either. I said infatuation.”
“That’s the same thing!” Kyuhyun almost yelled, his hands forming indescribable gestures in front of his face.
“But I still didn’t mention ‘love’.” Heechul laughed. “Oh my god, Kyuhyunnie. You’re so fucking in love.”
Kyuhyun sighed desperately. “I’m not… Hyung, can we please…? I’m not…”
--
Kyuhyun groaned as he fumbled with his belt buckle. In between kisses that were a bit too hasty and sloppy to be considered romantic, he managed to breathe out, “Room. Left.” The hands that were tangled in his hair moved down to his hips, and slowly inched towards his crotch.
“Door too cold for you?” Kyuhyun grinned against the other man’s lips and pulled him closer. He wriggled a bit, mocking comfort.
“Not really,” Kyuhyun teased, dragging his mouth towards the man’s ear. “I just thought you wanted sex. Like, you know. Now.”
The man chuckled. “Ah, Kyuhyunnie. I’m starting to believe that you only want me for a good fuck.”
Kyuhyun responded by licking his ear. “I could say the same for you, Donghae-sshi.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“It turns you on.”
Kyuhyun earned himself a pleasurable stroke through his boxers. “That, it does.”
Kyuhyun moaned against Donghae’s neck at the touch. “Okay, can you please stop being stubborn so we can have some nice, mind-blowing sex?”
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“He’s totally checking you out, Kyu,” Heechul told him as they sat on the floor of the bookstore, books lying forgotten on either side of them.
Kyuhyun shot a cautious glance at the older man. “He is not checking me out,” he hissed, and continued to pretend-read a science-fiction novel. Heechul nudged him with his knee and jutted his chin towards a boy who seemed to look for a particular book in the aisle across from them.
“He’s undressing you with his eyes.”
Kyuhyun scoffed. “What the hell? No he’s not. He’s not even looking this way.” He straightened his back and leaned against the book shelf.
Heechul clucked his tongue and shook his head. “Out of the corner of his eyes, you moron. Can’t you tell?”
“Donghae is not undressing me with his eyes that aren’t even on me,” Kyuhyun stated defiantly. He sighed and closed the book he was not reading, and started to put away the mess around them.
“Go talk to him,” Heechul persisted, pushing him lightly on the shoulder. Kyuhyun made a noise of protest and pushed back, causing Heechul to let out a frustrated groan. “We came here specifically so you would ask that boy out on a date. And now you’re going to specifically walk on over to him and specifically ask him out on a date so you guys can specifically have a great time being specifically retarded and specifically have sex and then be specifically happy so that I can specifically be left alone in peace without you specifically whining about a sp-”
Kyuhyun cringed and waved his arms around. “Hyung, shut the fuck up.” He stood up hesitantly, not missing the smirk on Heechul’s face. “I’ll go talk to him.” He put up a hand when Heechul made a move to follow him. “But you can’t come along. You’d fuck it all up.”
Heechul sighed dramatically and sat back down, his expression darkening. “Language, language, Kyubaby.” He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. “But, fine. Whatever. Go talk to him. You can thank me later.”
Kyuhyun was about to suggest that Heechul did not deserve his gratitude, but thought better of it and stalked cautiously over to Donghae.
--
Kyuhyun panted against Donghae’s ear, and turned his face to the side to give him a better access to his neck. He gasped when Donghae pushed his knees up and settled between his legs, his back hunched over him as he continued to suck and lick every sensitive part of his skin. He slid his hands up to the back of Donghae’s head, hooking his finger underneath the thin band of the elastic and dragged it down, pulling Donghae’s hair loose. He combed his fingers through the strands, and brought Donghae’s head up for a kiss. A tongue lashed out to swipe hungrily against his lips, and Kyuhyun more than happily parted his lips to meet Donghae’s tongue with his own.
He shamelessly let his mouth hang open as Donghae pushed into him, crying out a loud moan and grinding his hips against Donghae’s in an effort to quicken the pace. His breathing ragged, he pulled Donghae’s head down to impatiently bite at the other man’s lips. He grunted at his oncoming orgasm, frustrated at himself for not being able to hold out longer. He mewled against Donghae’s cheek as he reached his climax.
“I…I l-love you,” he managed to gasp out quietly while Donghae rode out his orgasm. He felt a weird sensation at the pit of his stomach when he sensed Donghae stiffen, but his mind was too clouded to comprehend anything at that moment and he chose to think nothing of it. Donghae finished soon after, and he immediately pulled out and rolled off of him.
“I’m going home,” he said a little too calmly as he slid off of the bed. Kyuhyun stared at him with wide eyes.
“I’m -I’m not kicking you out, you know,” Kyuhyun muttered breathlessly, laughing lightly, though awkwardly. “I wouldn’t mind if you st-“
“I think we should stop this.” Donghae nonchalantly pulled his clothes back on as Kyuhyun shot up from the bed.
“Donghae, what are you talking about?” He clutched at the ends of his hair desperately, his eyes wandering wildly as he tried to keep calm.
Donghae just chuckled, a hollow, somewhat terrifying noise that pierced through the room. “It’s quite obvious why I’m here, and I think it would be better if we just stopped all this bullshit.”
Kyuhyun shook his head. “Bullshit? Donghae, tell me what’s wrong. I know you’re not-“
Something seemed to crack within Donghae as he spun around and snapped at him. “Just-just shut the fuck up and don’t fucking say pointless shit!” He irately slung his shirt over his shoulder and stormed out of the room loudly.
--
“So, am I going to get thanked today? Possibly by you paying for my meal, hmm?” Heechul eyed Kyuhyun amusedly and nudged his ribcage.
“For what?” Kyuhyun mumbled, playing stupid.
“You had the best night of your life with Donghae,” Heechul stated as-a-matter-of-factly, “and it’s all thanks to my genius help. “ He munched on a soggy fry and nudged Kyuhyun again. “And don’t even deny it. You’ve been spaced out and giggly all day.” He made a gagging noise. “So sickening, you being in love.”
Kyuhyun pushed his shoulder lightly and laughed. “Whatever. I still don’t think our date went the way it did because of your help. I’m just a fantastic person and Donghae seems to notice it.”
“Donghae,” Heechul smirked, picking up more fries, “is an extraterrestrial species lover. Of course he’d be fascinated by you.”
Kyuhyun elbowed him a little harder. “Shut up.”
“By the way,” Heechul piped up after a few moments of peaceful silence, “I heard Donghae used to have this chick-friend. Majorly gorgeous, and she and Donghae were inseparable-it’s almost as disgusting as you two.”
Kyuhyun cocked his eyebrows. “A bit snoopy there, don’t you think?” He leaned back into his chair but couldn’t get rid of his curiosity. “But what happened?”
Heechul grinned. “You are so terrible at hiding your feelings. Anyway, I heard she went abroad to study or something, and supposedly broke all ties with Donghae.”
“But… that’s not definite?”
“What the hell, Kyuhyun? Any sane person wouldn’t keep a long distance relationship like that. And especially if she’s staying there for over four years. Ambitioning doctors.” Heechul sighed and shook his head.
“You’re such a romantic,” Kyuhyun replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
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Kyuhyun absentmindedly clicked the “send” button. He half-yawned half-groaned, stretching his arms over his head.
“Yet another piece of crap writing from me,” he mumbled sourly, mussing up his hair.
A few hours later, as he was lying motionlessly on his bed, his phone blared an all-too-familiar ringtone. He grumbled and turned to his side, answering the call.
“What is it?” he growled, dragging his palm over his eyes.
“Kyuhyunna,” the voice at the other line said. “I’m hoping that this is some sort of sick joke.”
Kyuhyun made a noise from the back of his throat. “Kangin hyung, can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m not in the mood right now.”
Silence ensued for a few moments before Kangin spoke up again. “Tomorrow will be too late. Your writing is downright terrible. What is happening to you?”
--
“Donghae happened to you,” Heechul pointed out the next day. Kyuhyun kept his head in his arms and pretended not to care.
--
Donghae grinned as Kyuhyun failed to make the basket for the twentieth time in a row. “You owe me dinner,” he said cheekily at the younger boy, grabbing his hand.
Kyuhyun was not used to Donghae’s forwardness, seemingly comfortable with holding hands and making out on their first date-though he couldn’t complain. He had liked the boy for quite some time, and of course along with crushing on him, fantasies about Donghae never failed to enter his dreams: exchanging saliva with Donghae was definitely not going on his “things that went bad” list.
“Kyuhyunnie.” Donghae obviously was also very comfortable with calling him in such an affectionate manner.
Kyuhyun turned his head. “Hmm?” They were sitting together on a bench, the nearby streetlight the only thing illuminating the area around them.
“How long have you been crushing on me?”
Kyuhyun felt his face burn and found it hard to put his words together. “W-hat? I mean, w-well… you know… uhm… y’know-“
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Donghae laughed. “Just don’t fall in love with me.”
Kyuhyun froze for a moment, but then turned to glance at him. He almost felt his heart drop at the look Donghae was giving him, but in an instant, Donghae stood up and grinned childishly down at him, and Kyuhyun found it hard to take Donghae’s last statement seriously.
Kyuhyun let himself be helped up and walked back with Donghae to his apartment. He decided not to think about it.
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“Donghae, we need to talk.” Kyuhyun cornered Donghae two weeks after their disastrous night together. They were at the coffee shop that Donghae worked at, and luckily the manager was out for lunch or Donghae would never hear the end of it.
“We have nothing to talk about, Kyuhyun,” Donghae answered coldly without looking at him. He continued to wipe at imaginary specks of dust.
“We have plenty to talk about,” Kyuhyun countered, tightening his hold on his arm. Donghae slightly flinched at the grip, but didn’t stop to look at him.
“I already told you. There’s nothing going for us.” He pushed his way past Kyuhyun. “You were a great fuck, I’ll tell you that. Now can you please leave? I have work to do.”
Kyuhyun stared after him, stunned by Donghae’s words. He could barely contain his emotions, and when Donghae continued to ignore him, a piece of him snapped. He clamped his fingers around Donghae’s wrist and dragged him to the storage room.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” Kyuhyun yelled, not bothering to restrain his anger. “We’ve dated for months, and-and this?!” He pushed Donghae against a stack of boxes. “I refuse to believe that all I was there for was a good lay.”
Donghae scoffed. “Honestly, I could care less about what you want to believe.” Although Donghae’s words were harsh and distant, Kyuhyun noticed a slight tremble in his voice.
Kyuhyun’s vision blurred as he suddenly took hold of Donghae’s face and pressed his lips against his. Donghae stiffened and resisted, but Kyuhyun was surprisingly strong enough to keep him in place. Kyuhyun kissed him desperately, eagerly, longingly-and when they broke apart for air, he noticed a wetness trailing down his cheek, but he knew he wasn’t crying.
“I told you,” he heard Donghae whisper quietly as his body shook with tears. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”
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“Did you hear? Donghae’s girlfriend is back in town.”
Kyuhyun groaned and looked helplessly at Heechul. “And that’s supposed to cheer me up, how?”
Heechul tsked and mumbled, “You are such an idiot sometimes.”
--
Kyuhyun laughed as he looked at himself through the mirror.
“Cho Kyuhyun. You. Are a fucking. Idiot.” He straightened his tie for the nth time, and smoothed down his vest. “What normal person with a head between their shoulders would go to-“
“-the wedding between a girl and the man he loves? Obviously someone who isn’t normal. Like you.” Heechul casually strolled into his room, already dressed in his suit. “Kyuhyunnie, sometimes I think that you are too stupid for your own good.”
“Can you blame me?” Kyuhyun exasperated, sticking his palms out. “I… just can’t go on without seeing him.”
“So you’d slaughter yourself and watch him get married to someone else? Yeah, you’re pretty fucking normal.”
“You’re not helping, Hyung.”
“I know I’m not. You should help yourself and get your life straight.”
Kyuhyun sighed and ripped off his tie.
--
“What’s… going on?” Kyuhyun asked a lady as they stood outside of the church. People were walking out from the church, either muttering curses or crying.
“The groom. He just… ran out,” the lady told him, and she dabbed at her eyes. “It was going to be such a beautiful wedding too.”
--
“I hate you,” Kyuhyun voiced loudly, startling Donghae. Donghae jumped and turned to look at Kyuhyun from across the counter.
“Kyu-what are you doing here?” he asked strangely breathlessly.
“I should be asking you the same thing. Why aren’t you at your wedding?”
Donghae opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. After a few moments, he mumbled out, “You’re so fucking dense.”
“I hate you,” Kyuhyun repeated, softer this time. “I hate you for going out with me years ago, for making me have sex with you, for making me fall in love with you, for making me miserable, for making me wear this stupid outfit, for making me go to your stupid wedding-“
Kyuhyun was cut off when Donghae grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him forward, kissing him.
“Just-just shut the fuck up.” He grinned. “Idiot.”
-fin-
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okay i totally hate the cliched-ness of the whole thing ending, and how quick it went -_-;; and i wanted to rewrite it, but then kyuteuk was being neglected and that's not a good thing. xDDDD and lol. the language. i... don't even know. all the swearing makes me @___@ but i couldn't not write them. idk. my writing muse makes me do weird things.
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hahaha bri. ur reactions <3333 bahahahahahah. and crap i didnt reach 5000 like i wanted to HAHHAHAHA