From the Soul to the Song - Verse Twenty Four
From the soul to the song
Verse Twenty Four
“How trapped is trapped?” Leeteuk asked Vidyagauri the next morning as the members gathered around the breakfast table.
“I assure you he cannot break free,” she replied softly.
“Funny, how exactly did he get in there in the first place?” Heechul asked her, irritated.
“I do not know how Keiran got into Hankyung’s mind or how he remained hidden. I do know that when he felt Hankyung dying, he pulled his consciousness away from Hankyung’s. I was able to contain him permanently in Hankyung’s mind.”
“Contained but not removed,” Hankyung mumbled.
“I’m afraid not,” she said softly. “For him to be fully removed from you, I fear that you are going to have to destroy the main form of the Dark One.”
“So you are saying that we have to kill Keiran, Prince of the Dark Ones?” Sungmin asked narrowing his eyes.
“Yes, I believe that is the only way.”
“Introducing the final boss,” Kyuhyun muttered under his breath.
“He was strong,” Leeteuk said after a moment of thinking. “We couldn’t touch him when he was controlling Hankyung, in person he must be much stronger.”
“Thank you for the cheery outlook,” Heechul said grumpily.
“We will just have to be stronger,” Kangin replied.
Leeteuk nodded. “It’s time for us to really get to work.”
“Nose to the grindstone time,” Kyuhyun muttered darkly.
Zhou mi smirked. “Don’t worry Kui Xian, you still have yourself turning gay to look forward to. You are a Weaver after all.” Kyuhyun’s reply was a swift punch to Zhou mi’s arm.
“Let’s get to work,” Leeteuk declared with finality.
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In the days that followed, Super Junior found themselves working harder than ever. Chanita attempted to teach them years of weapons training in just a few days with limited success. Coupled with that, they renewed their efforts on learning and using their abilities. The original game plan had been for the Light Ones to teach them more about their elements but it seemed as though they had disappeared altogether. Yunho reassured them that this happened fairly often and not to worry. For the mean time, he and the other more experienced Ensouled resumed their duties of training.
In short order Super Junior’s mornings became filled with training and their evenings filled with rehearsing for their concert. They knew that they could not stay in Sanctuary forever and the moment they returned they would have to go on stage. That meant they needed to be in top form when they returned so that nothing would be odd to any of their fans. A strict practice regiment was immediately implemented for every evening.
Somehow, Henry with the help of Sangita managed to put a band together so that their music could be recreated for them to practice to. Kyuhyun had created a stage for them out of highly pressurized air, fully complete with the moving platforms. He reassured them that not only was it an easy Weaving to maintain it was the exact dimensions of their concert stage. It had worked well enough until Donghae had miss guessed where the invisible edge of the stage lay. After he had nearly broken his leg falling off, they had decided something else was in order. The best solution they had come up with was Yesung lining the invisible edge with small balls of light. This gave them enough warning when they were approaching the edge that they could keep on the stage.
Practice progressed fairly well. Kibum was made the audience and slave driver all in one. He would sit and watch their performance pointing out every little flaw, sometimes with startling detail. They, under the direction of Leeteuk would work to fix whatever Kibum had found wrong, and nothing escaped Kibum. It only took till the end of the third night before Heechul wanted to kill him.
“Heechul, you are supposed to be flirting with Hankyung not trying to glare him to death,” Kibum snapped. “And Donghae fan service did not used to include grabbing Eunhyuk’s ass every time you pass him. Fans are bound to notice that.” Donghae simply grinned at Kibum, while Heechul growled.
“From the top,” Leeteuk declared for the fifth time that night. There was a collective groan as the members moved back into their original positions and began again.
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The next morning it was evident that Heechul was irritable and when Heechul was irritable anyone who got in his way got the special privilege of feeling his wrath. Siwon, wisely said nothing as Heechul stormed in and sat beside him instead of in the open seat beside Hankyung. In fact no one had mentioned the strange behavior of the pair all week.
The day after the incident, as everyone had taken to calling what had happened to Hankyung, Heechul and the Chinese man hadn’t talked at all. It hadn’t been until the next morning that Siwon had discovered they weren’t sharing a room any longer. He had observed Hankyung going into the empty room that he had first used when just the three of them had been here. When asked why he wasn’t with Heechul, Hankyung had not replied and had instead closed the door quietly.
By now they weren’t talking, touching, or making eye contact. Nobody had any idea what to say to either of the pair or if saying something was needed at all. It seemed as though they were walking on eggshells simply to not make things worse. It wasn’t as though Heechul had never been in one of his dark moods before, he had, however there had never been a circumstance where a member had tried to kill several others before. Although they all knew Hankyung hadn’t been in control of himself, they all couldn’t help but wonder if that was what the issue was.
“So I was thinking,” Eunhyuk began at the breakfast table.
Donghae laughed, “Oh we are all in trouble now.” Eunhyuk glared in mock anger and dug his elbow into the other man’s side. Donghae squirmed, laughing until he managed to simply straighten Eunhyuk’s arm and lace their fingers together, rendering his weapon ineffective.
“I was thinking,” Eunhyuk gave Donghae a meaningful look. “That when we fuse we have to have a different name to call each other. If it is Kangin and Leeteuk in one body we can’t just call them Kangin. And KanginLeeteuk is too long.”
Knowing where the conversation could be heading, Siwon took his dishes to the sink and excused himself. Moments later Hankyung excused himself as well.
“How about we just call them KangTeuk?” Donghae suggested with a smirk.
Leeteuk narrowed his eyes, “What have you been reading?”
Shindong laughed. “Well at least we know how he has been breaking all of the computers!” Leeteuk threw a berry at Shindong’s head.
Kibum snorted. “Then what would you call us?”
Donghae pondered for a minute. “Well I guess it depends on the night. Last night it would have to be KiHyukHae,” he finished with a grin.
Kyuhyun choked on his juice and Sungmin laughed out right. Kibum shook his head.
“Oh and Yesung and Ryeowook would probably have to be Yewook,” Donghae added.
Ryeowook blushed. Yesung smirked, “Not always.”
“Do I even want to know?” Henry questioned, confused.
Zhou mi patted him on the shoulder sympathetically. “We’ll tell you when you are older.”
Henry glared. “It’s not like I’m stupid. I know it refers to how the couples sex is in some way, shape, or form.”
Leeteuk cleared his throat in embarrassment. “Let’s just leave it at that.”
“Oh no. If I get the pleasure of knowing exactly what you all are talking about, so does he,” Kyuhyun said with a smirk. “Whoever is pitching has their name first. Whoever is catching is second. In a trio it generally implies that whoever is in the middle is doing both. And just in case you are wondering pitching means they are doing the screwing and catching means they are getting screwed,” Kyuhyun finished with a rather satisfied look.
Henry’s face was bright red. “No, I didn’t really want to know,” he mumbled.
Zhou mi laughed. “Then you should know better than to ask.”
“I think that the fire pair would be,” Donghae paused as if in deep thought, “defiantly HanChul.” The sound of silverware skidding across the table made them all jump.
“Shut the fuck up,” Heechul growled dangerously. The rest of the members froze not knowing what they should do, with the exception of Kibum.
He lazily picked up a piece of fruit and said conversationally, “Just because you aren’t getting any doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch to those of us who are.” He calmly placed the piece of fruit in his mouth.
Heechul snarled in anger and jumped up, hitting the table and making the pieces on it clatter. “If Hankyung were here, I would kick your ass,” he hissed dangerously.
Kibum finished chewing and swallowed his food before looking up and meeting Heechul’s eyes in challenge. “If Hankyung were here you would be on the other side of the room. You won’t even touch him, how do you expect to use his Song?”
In anger, Heechul grabbed the closest thing he could find, a ball shaped fruit, and hurled it as hard as he could at Kibum’s head. The other man, expecting this sort of retaliation, caught it easily and set it on the table beside his plate. Kibum said nothing further, instead he simply continued to looked at Heechul. The man glared dangerously for another minute before releasing a frustrated growl and storming from the room. The moment he was gone, everyone turned to look at Kibum who had returned to eating his breakfast.
“Kibum,” Donghae said quietly. “You know he’s upset why do you push him?”
Kibum snorted. “For the same reason he would push me. They are both being morons and they need to get over it.”
“You don’t know what is going on in their heads,” Leeteuk reprimanded.
“Don’t I? I know Heechul very well. I’m willing to bet everything that I own that he is beating himself up because he didn’t realize anything was wrong with Hankyung and he thinks he should have. Hankyung I am certain is feeling the same way I would,” Kibum answered.
Donghae placed his hand on Kibum’s arm. “You don’t know that Kibum. You shouldn’t-“
“Don’t I Hae?” Kibum cut him off. “If someone took control of me for who knows how long and did all sorts of things to you and Eunhyuk, I wouldn’t even be staying in the same building as you anymore.”
“We don’t know that Keiran made Hankyung do anything else to Heechul,” Donghae said softly.
“We don’t know that he didn’t,” Kibum replied. No one had anything else to say about that.
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It was difficult, Hankyung quickly found, to avoid Heechul if the man didn’t want to be avoided. He had done his very best not to be around the man, he didn’t have the right to be near him anymore, yet at every turn Heechul had thwarted him. It was hard enough not to talk to him, but even worse to see the lines of tension and irritation knowing that he could sooth them away but being unable to. He almost had given in on the second day, but as he had moved closer, Hankyung had noticed a fading bruise on Heechul’s neck and he had barely managed to make it to the bathroom before he was violently sick.
After that, he had stayed as far away as he could. Hankyung knew he didn’t deserve anything from Heechul and he couldn’t blame the man for being increasingly angry with him. He hated himself for what he had done, why would Heechul feel any different?
Still it hurt to change patterns that had become familiar. Falling asleep and waking up to an empty bed and with empty arms was nearly excruciating, but he figured he deserved it. What sort of man raped their best friend and then went back to hold him again? He didn’t deserve that privilege.
Instead he did his best to give Heechul any space he might want. To that end he had left breakfast early and planned to spend the remainder of the morning until their training, reading in his room. He would just have to get a book first.
Hankyung was wandering slowly down the hall headed for the book shelves located in the living room when Heechul came storming towards him. The Chinese man took a few quick steps to the side to let the other man through and lowered his eyes. An angry snarl was his only warning before he was roughly shoved into the wall and Heechul’s body was pressed against his.
Lips found his in a rough and passionate kiss, perfected over plenty of practice days. Automatically, Hankyung’s arms came up to hold Heechul closer to him as he let the other man dominate the kiss. He felt warmth curl in the pit of his stomach at the feeling of it. This, this passion, was one of the things that had made him give into Heechul in the first place.
He lifted his hand to run through the other man’s hair that he loved so much and he froze. That was the same hair that he had pulled to tip Heechul’s head back so that he had been able to bite hard enough to draw blood. The marks of it were still there, he knew. Hankyung felt as though he were going to be sick again.
Heechul pulled away and glared at him fiercely as if searching for something. There was no indication if he found it or not, for his fingers curled around Hankyung’s wrist and he tugged sharply. “My room. Now,” he snarled. Hankyung followed without comment.
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Heechul’s scowl darkened further after they had reached his room. He had pushed Hankyung down to sit on his, no their, bed and the man had gone with absolutely no protest. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted the protest, the challenge. He wanted the man who could meet his anger head on and not turn it away but take it and diffuse it piece by piece. That was the man he wanted, not this person who couldn’t even look at him. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“I’m sorry,” Hankyung said looking at him. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
Heechul laughed bitterly. “Are you kidding me? I kissed you. What the hell is going on with you?”
“Nothing. I’ll leave now,” Hankyung mumbled softly he rose to leave and Heechul pushed him down.
“Like hell you will. Tell me what is going on?” he ordered.
“Don’t worry about me. I don’t deserve it,” Hankyung’s words were ended by the sound of flesh meeting flesh and his head turned sideways with the force of Heechul’s open palm against his cheek.
“Don’t you dare say that,” Heechul said dangerously.
“It’s true,” Hankyung said and received another slap for his efforts.
“After everything that happened,” Heechul snarled. “Look at me!” he said sharply, reaching down and taking a firm hold on Hankyung’s chin and using it to force the man’s head up. “After everyone who risked their lives to bring you back. After Leeteuk nearly gave up everything. Do you think you have any right to put any sort of value on your life?!”
Hankyung lifted his eyes slowly and was surprised to see not only anger and passion on Heechul’s face but also fear and pain. “You don’t get to put value on your life,” his voice softened and the smallest of tears began to flow. “No one gets to put value on their own life. Your life gets value from those around you and I think that we have decided that your life is pretty valuable.”
“Heechul, I don’t-“ Hankyung started, fighting back his own tears. “I don’t deserve to even look at you after all that I did to hurt you.”
Heechul laughed. “Hankyung, you never hurt me. Never mind that you weren’t even in control of yourself at the time. Keiran never hurt me. Do you think I am that fragile?”
“But I forced you, I was rough with you, I tried to kill you,” Hankyung lifted a hand a traced over one of the fading bruises on Heechul’s arms.
“Is that what this is about?” Heechul said quietly as understanding filled him. “You idiot. Everything we did I wanted just as much, maybe more then you did and the stabbing doesn’t even count because you never were able to finish it. You didn’t rape me Hankyung.”
Hankyung let out a strangled cry as Heechul gave voice to exactly what he was thinking. It was one thing to think it but quite another to hear it coming from Heechul’s lips. He couldn’t stop the tears that began to run from his eyes.
“Oh my foolish Chinaman,” Heechul murmured quietly with affection. He stepped closer and held Hankyung to him. A moment later the man buried his face in Heechul’s stomach and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist before beginning to sob in earnest. “My silly, silly Hangeng,” Heechul said gently as he carded his hands through Hankyung’s hair. “I would never let you do something like that to me.”
Hankyung didn’t have an answer for him. Instead he continued to sob into Heechul’s shirt while the other man tried to sooth his fears away.
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Kyuhyun sighed and pulled off his shirt. He tossed it into the hamper by the bathroom door before falling back onto the bed. As much as he knew he should have enjoyed the impromptu day off, due to two members being out with emotional problems, he hadn’t. It seemed as though if there wasn’t something wrong with one member there was something wrong with another. At least before the whole mess of being Ensouled started, their problems had been slightly more manageable. Now everything seemed to be spinning out of control.
He couldn’t deal with the emotions of the rest of the group and he didn’t even have empathy. Kyuhyun truly didn’t envy Donghae, although that could explain why the man always seemed to be touching Eunhyuk or Kibum, most often both of them, nearly constantly these days. He would want emotional stability too. Kyuhyun couldn’t figure out why their group had quite literally never been normal in anything they had done, not even their singing careers.
On top of that he really felt bad for Zhou mi and Henry who, although they knew everyone well enough and were somewhat used to working as a group with everyone, had been thrown into living as a group twenty four hours a day. It was a lot different than just being a part of Super Junior M, especially with all of the chaos that was going on. Kyuhyun slipped his hands beneath his head as he began to ponder, not for the first time, what things would be like when they returned home.
His thoughts weren’t enough to keep him from noticing the door sliding open. He knew without looking by the disturbance in the air, a curious ability that he had picked up that seemed to work with no weaving involved, that the man stepping into his room was Sungmin. “I could use a good game of cards or something,” he said lightly as he sat up and looked at the other man.
Sungmin was standing in front of him wearing a bath robe that was loosely tied at the waist and, Kyuhyun guessed, little else. The older man wouldn’t meet his eyes and everything about him seemed unsure and nervous. “Sungmin?” Kyuhyun asked curiously.
Sungmin took a deep breath and looked up to meet Kyuhyun’s eyes. “There is something we need to do before cards,” Sungmin said evenly.
Kyuhyun didn’t know what to make of his expression but he could see determination there. “Uh what?” he asked hesitantly.
“I want you to take me,” Sungmin said firmly his hands rising to the tie on his robe.
“You what?!” Kyuhyun’s replied shocked. That had better not mean what he had thought it meant.
Sungmin smirked one of his playful smiles as if he was trying to put forth more confidence then he felt and let his robe fall open revealing that Kyuhyun’s guess was indeed correct, there was nothing but skin beneath it. “I thought you were smart Kyu,” he said lightly as he began moving forward. When he reached the bed he placed a knee on it and Kyuhyun scrambled backwards eyes wide. “Do I really need to spell out exactly what this is going to entail?”
“No!” Kyuhyun said sharply, scooting away from reaching fingers. His eyes widened further when his back hit the head board. “No, that I get.”
“Well that is good,” Sungmin smirked as he placed his hand on Kyuhyun’s leg just above his knee and began to slide it upward.
Kyuhyun swallowed thickly and fought not to scramble off the bed. This was his roommate and best friend he was dealing with here. There had to be some reason for the sudden molestation. “I get that part. It’s the why that I don’t get,” he elaborated while trying very hard to ignore the warmth of Sungmin’s hand on his upper thigh.
“Because if we do this then you will be able to use all of my power. If we don’t do this then we won’t be able to fuse. We will need to be able to fuse in the big battle,” Sungmin explained as he leaned forward.
Kyuhyun could feel the other man’s breath warming his neck as the words sunk in. “So we are going to have sex so that I can use your power completely?” Kyuhyun asked evenly.
“Yes,” Sungmin answered, ghosting his lips across the younger man’s neck.
If Sungmin would have said anything else, Kyuhyun probably would have let it pass. He couldn’t deny that while his mind wasn’t thrilled at the idea of going to the other side, as he saw it, his body rather liked the idea. However he would not do it like this. “No,” Kyuhyun said firmly.
Startled Sungmin pulled away from the younger man’s neck and found Kyuhyun’s face full of anger. He lifted his hand from Kyuhyun’s leg and moved it towards the other man’s face. “But-” he stopped in confusion when his hand met a wall of solid air that suddenly surrounded the other man.
“No,” Kyuhyun said firmly.
“But Kyuhyun we need to,” Sungmin tried to reason with him.
“No!” Kyuhyun’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Get out.”
Verse Twenty Five
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AN: Well there you have the next chapter. If you haven't guessed, I'm back in school now so my updates are probably going to go back to once a week. However I will say that when I have the rest of the story written I will probably update quicker just because I am getting excited for that. Don't worry too much though it is still a ways away. The most recent estimate puts it at some where around 35 or 36 chapters, assuming that I don't find any more rabbit trails that need to be explored. Let me know what you think. ^_^
Verse Twenty Four
“How trapped is trapped?” Leeteuk asked Vidyagauri the next morning as the members gathered around the breakfast table.
“I assure you he cannot break free,” she replied softly.
“Funny, how exactly did he get in there in the first place?” Heechul asked her, irritated.
“I do not know how Keiran got into Hankyung’s mind or how he remained hidden. I do know that when he felt Hankyung dying, he pulled his consciousness away from Hankyung’s. I was able to contain him permanently in Hankyung’s mind.”
“Contained but not removed,” Hankyung mumbled.
“I’m afraid not,” she said softly. “For him to be fully removed from you, I fear that you are going to have to destroy the main form of the Dark One.”
“So you are saying that we have to kill Keiran, Prince of the Dark Ones?” Sungmin asked narrowing his eyes.
“Yes, I believe that is the only way.”
“Introducing the final boss,” Kyuhyun muttered under his breath.
“He was strong,” Leeteuk said after a moment of thinking. “We couldn’t touch him when he was controlling Hankyung, in person he must be much stronger.”
“Thank you for the cheery outlook,” Heechul said grumpily.
“We will just have to be stronger,” Kangin replied.
Leeteuk nodded. “It’s time for us to really get to work.”
“Nose to the grindstone time,” Kyuhyun muttered darkly.
Zhou mi smirked. “Don’t worry Kui Xian, you still have yourself turning gay to look forward to. You are a Weaver after all.” Kyuhyun’s reply was a swift punch to Zhou mi’s arm.
“Let’s get to work,” Leeteuk declared with finality.
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In the days that followed, Super Junior found themselves working harder than ever. Chanita attempted to teach them years of weapons training in just a few days with limited success. Coupled with that, they renewed their efforts on learning and using their abilities. The original game plan had been for the Light Ones to teach them more about their elements but it seemed as though they had disappeared altogether. Yunho reassured them that this happened fairly often and not to worry. For the mean time, he and the other more experienced Ensouled resumed their duties of training.
In short order Super Junior’s mornings became filled with training and their evenings filled with rehearsing for their concert. They knew that they could not stay in Sanctuary forever and the moment they returned they would have to go on stage. That meant they needed to be in top form when they returned so that nothing would be odd to any of their fans. A strict practice regiment was immediately implemented for every evening.
Somehow, Henry with the help of Sangita managed to put a band together so that their music could be recreated for them to practice to. Kyuhyun had created a stage for them out of highly pressurized air, fully complete with the moving platforms. He reassured them that not only was it an easy Weaving to maintain it was the exact dimensions of their concert stage. It had worked well enough until Donghae had miss guessed where the invisible edge of the stage lay. After he had nearly broken his leg falling off, they had decided something else was in order. The best solution they had come up with was Yesung lining the invisible edge with small balls of light. This gave them enough warning when they were approaching the edge that they could keep on the stage.
Practice progressed fairly well. Kibum was made the audience and slave driver all in one. He would sit and watch their performance pointing out every little flaw, sometimes with startling detail. They, under the direction of Leeteuk would work to fix whatever Kibum had found wrong, and nothing escaped Kibum. It only took till the end of the third night before Heechul wanted to kill him.
“Heechul, you are supposed to be flirting with Hankyung not trying to glare him to death,” Kibum snapped. “And Donghae fan service did not used to include grabbing Eunhyuk’s ass every time you pass him. Fans are bound to notice that.” Donghae simply grinned at Kibum, while Heechul growled.
“From the top,” Leeteuk declared for the fifth time that night. There was a collective groan as the members moved back into their original positions and began again.
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The next morning it was evident that Heechul was irritable and when Heechul was irritable anyone who got in his way got the special privilege of feeling his wrath. Siwon, wisely said nothing as Heechul stormed in and sat beside him instead of in the open seat beside Hankyung. In fact no one had mentioned the strange behavior of the pair all week.
The day after the incident, as everyone had taken to calling what had happened to Hankyung, Heechul and the Chinese man hadn’t talked at all. It hadn’t been until the next morning that Siwon had discovered they weren’t sharing a room any longer. He had observed Hankyung going into the empty room that he had first used when just the three of them had been here. When asked why he wasn’t with Heechul, Hankyung had not replied and had instead closed the door quietly.
By now they weren’t talking, touching, or making eye contact. Nobody had any idea what to say to either of the pair or if saying something was needed at all. It seemed as though they were walking on eggshells simply to not make things worse. It wasn’t as though Heechul had never been in one of his dark moods before, he had, however there had never been a circumstance where a member had tried to kill several others before. Although they all knew Hankyung hadn’t been in control of himself, they all couldn’t help but wonder if that was what the issue was.
“So I was thinking,” Eunhyuk began at the breakfast table.
Donghae laughed, “Oh we are all in trouble now.” Eunhyuk glared in mock anger and dug his elbow into the other man’s side. Donghae squirmed, laughing until he managed to simply straighten Eunhyuk’s arm and lace their fingers together, rendering his weapon ineffective.
“I was thinking,” Eunhyuk gave Donghae a meaningful look. “That when we fuse we have to have a different name to call each other. If it is Kangin and Leeteuk in one body we can’t just call them Kangin. And KanginLeeteuk is too long.”
Knowing where the conversation could be heading, Siwon took his dishes to the sink and excused himself. Moments later Hankyung excused himself as well.
“How about we just call them KangTeuk?” Donghae suggested with a smirk.
Leeteuk narrowed his eyes, “What have you been reading?”
Shindong laughed. “Well at least we know how he has been breaking all of the computers!” Leeteuk threw a berry at Shindong’s head.
Kibum snorted. “Then what would you call us?”
Donghae pondered for a minute. “Well I guess it depends on the night. Last night it would have to be KiHyukHae,” he finished with a grin.
Kyuhyun choked on his juice and Sungmin laughed out right. Kibum shook his head.
“Oh and Yesung and Ryeowook would probably have to be Yewook,” Donghae added.
Ryeowook blushed. Yesung smirked, “Not always.”
“Do I even want to know?” Henry questioned, confused.
Zhou mi patted him on the shoulder sympathetically. “We’ll tell you when you are older.”
Henry glared. “It’s not like I’m stupid. I know it refers to how the couples sex is in some way, shape, or form.”
Leeteuk cleared his throat in embarrassment. “Let’s just leave it at that.”
“Oh no. If I get the pleasure of knowing exactly what you all are talking about, so does he,” Kyuhyun said with a smirk. “Whoever is pitching has their name first. Whoever is catching is second. In a trio it generally implies that whoever is in the middle is doing both. And just in case you are wondering pitching means they are doing the screwing and catching means they are getting screwed,” Kyuhyun finished with a rather satisfied look.
Henry’s face was bright red. “No, I didn’t really want to know,” he mumbled.
Zhou mi laughed. “Then you should know better than to ask.”
“I think that the fire pair would be,” Donghae paused as if in deep thought, “defiantly HanChul.” The sound of silverware skidding across the table made them all jump.
“Shut the fuck up,” Heechul growled dangerously. The rest of the members froze not knowing what they should do, with the exception of Kibum.
He lazily picked up a piece of fruit and said conversationally, “Just because you aren’t getting any doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch to those of us who are.” He calmly placed the piece of fruit in his mouth.
Heechul snarled in anger and jumped up, hitting the table and making the pieces on it clatter. “If Hankyung were here, I would kick your ass,” he hissed dangerously.
Kibum finished chewing and swallowed his food before looking up and meeting Heechul’s eyes in challenge. “If Hankyung were here you would be on the other side of the room. You won’t even touch him, how do you expect to use his Song?”
In anger, Heechul grabbed the closest thing he could find, a ball shaped fruit, and hurled it as hard as he could at Kibum’s head. The other man, expecting this sort of retaliation, caught it easily and set it on the table beside his plate. Kibum said nothing further, instead he simply continued to looked at Heechul. The man glared dangerously for another minute before releasing a frustrated growl and storming from the room. The moment he was gone, everyone turned to look at Kibum who had returned to eating his breakfast.
“Kibum,” Donghae said quietly. “You know he’s upset why do you push him?”
Kibum snorted. “For the same reason he would push me. They are both being morons and they need to get over it.”
“You don’t know what is going on in their heads,” Leeteuk reprimanded.
“Don’t I? I know Heechul very well. I’m willing to bet everything that I own that he is beating himself up because he didn’t realize anything was wrong with Hankyung and he thinks he should have. Hankyung I am certain is feeling the same way I would,” Kibum answered.
Donghae placed his hand on Kibum’s arm. “You don’t know that Kibum. You shouldn’t-“
“Don’t I Hae?” Kibum cut him off. “If someone took control of me for who knows how long and did all sorts of things to you and Eunhyuk, I wouldn’t even be staying in the same building as you anymore.”
“We don’t know that Keiran made Hankyung do anything else to Heechul,” Donghae said softly.
“We don’t know that he didn’t,” Kibum replied. No one had anything else to say about that.
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It was difficult, Hankyung quickly found, to avoid Heechul if the man didn’t want to be avoided. He had done his very best not to be around the man, he didn’t have the right to be near him anymore, yet at every turn Heechul had thwarted him. It was hard enough not to talk to him, but even worse to see the lines of tension and irritation knowing that he could sooth them away but being unable to. He almost had given in on the second day, but as he had moved closer, Hankyung had noticed a fading bruise on Heechul’s neck and he had barely managed to make it to the bathroom before he was violently sick.
After that, he had stayed as far away as he could. Hankyung knew he didn’t deserve anything from Heechul and he couldn’t blame the man for being increasingly angry with him. He hated himself for what he had done, why would Heechul feel any different?
Still it hurt to change patterns that had become familiar. Falling asleep and waking up to an empty bed and with empty arms was nearly excruciating, but he figured he deserved it. What sort of man raped their best friend and then went back to hold him again? He didn’t deserve that privilege.
Instead he did his best to give Heechul any space he might want. To that end he had left breakfast early and planned to spend the remainder of the morning until their training, reading in his room. He would just have to get a book first.
Hankyung was wandering slowly down the hall headed for the book shelves located in the living room when Heechul came storming towards him. The Chinese man took a few quick steps to the side to let the other man through and lowered his eyes. An angry snarl was his only warning before he was roughly shoved into the wall and Heechul’s body was pressed against his.
Lips found his in a rough and passionate kiss, perfected over plenty of practice days. Automatically, Hankyung’s arms came up to hold Heechul closer to him as he let the other man dominate the kiss. He felt warmth curl in the pit of his stomach at the feeling of it. This, this passion, was one of the things that had made him give into Heechul in the first place.
He lifted his hand to run through the other man’s hair that he loved so much and he froze. That was the same hair that he had pulled to tip Heechul’s head back so that he had been able to bite hard enough to draw blood. The marks of it were still there, he knew. Hankyung felt as though he were going to be sick again.
Heechul pulled away and glared at him fiercely as if searching for something. There was no indication if he found it or not, for his fingers curled around Hankyung’s wrist and he tugged sharply. “My room. Now,” he snarled. Hankyung followed without comment.
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Heechul’s scowl darkened further after they had reached his room. He had pushed Hankyung down to sit on his, no their, bed and the man had gone with absolutely no protest. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted the protest, the challenge. He wanted the man who could meet his anger head on and not turn it away but take it and diffuse it piece by piece. That was the man he wanted, not this person who couldn’t even look at him. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“I’m sorry,” Hankyung said looking at him. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
Heechul laughed bitterly. “Are you kidding me? I kissed you. What the hell is going on with you?”
“Nothing. I’ll leave now,” Hankyung mumbled softly he rose to leave and Heechul pushed him down.
“Like hell you will. Tell me what is going on?” he ordered.
“Don’t worry about me. I don’t deserve it,” Hankyung’s words were ended by the sound of flesh meeting flesh and his head turned sideways with the force of Heechul’s open palm against his cheek.
“Don’t you dare say that,” Heechul said dangerously.
“It’s true,” Hankyung said and received another slap for his efforts.
“After everything that happened,” Heechul snarled. “Look at me!” he said sharply, reaching down and taking a firm hold on Hankyung’s chin and using it to force the man’s head up. “After everyone who risked their lives to bring you back. After Leeteuk nearly gave up everything. Do you think you have any right to put any sort of value on your life?!”
Hankyung lifted his eyes slowly and was surprised to see not only anger and passion on Heechul’s face but also fear and pain. “You don’t get to put value on your life,” his voice softened and the smallest of tears began to flow. “No one gets to put value on their own life. Your life gets value from those around you and I think that we have decided that your life is pretty valuable.”
“Heechul, I don’t-“ Hankyung started, fighting back his own tears. “I don’t deserve to even look at you after all that I did to hurt you.”
Heechul laughed. “Hankyung, you never hurt me. Never mind that you weren’t even in control of yourself at the time. Keiran never hurt me. Do you think I am that fragile?”
“But I forced you, I was rough with you, I tried to kill you,” Hankyung lifted a hand a traced over one of the fading bruises on Heechul’s arms.
“Is that what this is about?” Heechul said quietly as understanding filled him. “You idiot. Everything we did I wanted just as much, maybe more then you did and the stabbing doesn’t even count because you never were able to finish it. You didn’t rape me Hankyung.”
Hankyung let out a strangled cry as Heechul gave voice to exactly what he was thinking. It was one thing to think it but quite another to hear it coming from Heechul’s lips. He couldn’t stop the tears that began to run from his eyes.
“Oh my foolish Chinaman,” Heechul murmured quietly with affection. He stepped closer and held Hankyung to him. A moment later the man buried his face in Heechul’s stomach and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist before beginning to sob in earnest. “My silly, silly Hangeng,” Heechul said gently as he carded his hands through Hankyung’s hair. “I would never let you do something like that to me.”
Hankyung didn’t have an answer for him. Instead he continued to sob into Heechul’s shirt while the other man tried to sooth his fears away.
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Kyuhyun sighed and pulled off his shirt. He tossed it into the hamper by the bathroom door before falling back onto the bed. As much as he knew he should have enjoyed the impromptu day off, due to two members being out with emotional problems, he hadn’t. It seemed as though if there wasn’t something wrong with one member there was something wrong with another. At least before the whole mess of being Ensouled started, their problems had been slightly more manageable. Now everything seemed to be spinning out of control.
He couldn’t deal with the emotions of the rest of the group and he didn’t even have empathy. Kyuhyun truly didn’t envy Donghae, although that could explain why the man always seemed to be touching Eunhyuk or Kibum, most often both of them, nearly constantly these days. He would want emotional stability too. Kyuhyun couldn’t figure out why their group had quite literally never been normal in anything they had done, not even their singing careers.
On top of that he really felt bad for Zhou mi and Henry who, although they knew everyone well enough and were somewhat used to working as a group with everyone, had been thrown into living as a group twenty four hours a day. It was a lot different than just being a part of Super Junior M, especially with all of the chaos that was going on. Kyuhyun slipped his hands beneath his head as he began to ponder, not for the first time, what things would be like when they returned home.
His thoughts weren’t enough to keep him from noticing the door sliding open. He knew without looking by the disturbance in the air, a curious ability that he had picked up that seemed to work with no weaving involved, that the man stepping into his room was Sungmin. “I could use a good game of cards or something,” he said lightly as he sat up and looked at the other man.
Sungmin was standing in front of him wearing a bath robe that was loosely tied at the waist and, Kyuhyun guessed, little else. The older man wouldn’t meet his eyes and everything about him seemed unsure and nervous. “Sungmin?” Kyuhyun asked curiously.
Sungmin took a deep breath and looked up to meet Kyuhyun’s eyes. “There is something we need to do before cards,” Sungmin said evenly.
Kyuhyun didn’t know what to make of his expression but he could see determination there. “Uh what?” he asked hesitantly.
“I want you to take me,” Sungmin said firmly his hands rising to the tie on his robe.
“You what?!” Kyuhyun’s replied shocked. That had better not mean what he had thought it meant.
Sungmin smirked one of his playful smiles as if he was trying to put forth more confidence then he felt and let his robe fall open revealing that Kyuhyun’s guess was indeed correct, there was nothing but skin beneath it. “I thought you were smart Kyu,” he said lightly as he began moving forward. When he reached the bed he placed a knee on it and Kyuhyun scrambled backwards eyes wide. “Do I really need to spell out exactly what this is going to entail?”
“No!” Kyuhyun said sharply, scooting away from reaching fingers. His eyes widened further when his back hit the head board. “No, that I get.”
“Well that is good,” Sungmin smirked as he placed his hand on Kyuhyun’s leg just above his knee and began to slide it upward.
Kyuhyun swallowed thickly and fought not to scramble off the bed. This was his roommate and best friend he was dealing with here. There had to be some reason for the sudden molestation. “I get that part. It’s the why that I don’t get,” he elaborated while trying very hard to ignore the warmth of Sungmin’s hand on his upper thigh.
“Because if we do this then you will be able to use all of my power. If we don’t do this then we won’t be able to fuse. We will need to be able to fuse in the big battle,” Sungmin explained as he leaned forward.
Kyuhyun could feel the other man’s breath warming his neck as the words sunk in. “So we are going to have sex so that I can use your power completely?” Kyuhyun asked evenly.
“Yes,” Sungmin answered, ghosting his lips across the younger man’s neck.
If Sungmin would have said anything else, Kyuhyun probably would have let it pass. He couldn’t deny that while his mind wasn’t thrilled at the idea of going to the other side, as he saw it, his body rather liked the idea. However he would not do it like this. “No,” Kyuhyun said firmly.
Startled Sungmin pulled away from the younger man’s neck and found Kyuhyun’s face full of anger. He lifted his hand from Kyuhyun’s leg and moved it towards the other man’s face. “But-” he stopped in confusion when his hand met a wall of solid air that suddenly surrounded the other man.
“No,” Kyuhyun said firmly.
“But Kyuhyun we need to,” Sungmin tried to reason with him.
“No!” Kyuhyun’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Get out.”
Verse Twenty Five
Masterlist
Character Information
AN: Well there you have the next chapter. If you haven't guessed, I'm back in school now so my updates are probably going to go back to once a week. However I will say that when I have the rest of the story written I will probably update quicker just because I am getting excited for that. Don't worry too much though it is still a ways away. The most recent estimate puts it at some where around 35 or 36 chapters, assuming that I don't find any more rabbit trails that need to be explored. Let me know what you think. ^_^