Fanfiction: Sticks and Stones [OneShot
Sticks and Stones
Pairing: Kihae
Summary: Discrimination is a heartbreak.
Rating: T
Word count: 1419
note: Set before Coffee Break.
He moaned against the other man’s mouth, his back digging into the locker behind him and his fingers tangling in dark hair. Hands slid down his body sensually and he pressed his hips against the other man’s. They broke the kiss breathlessly, and he opened his eyes hazily as Kibum pulled away from him with a sensual smirk on his swollen lips.
Donghae whimpered slightly, reaching out a hand to bring the other man back and freezing to a halt as condescending, snide laughter made itself known at the mouth of the deserted hallway. Swallowing painfully, he looked in the direction of the voice.
“Oh god, how can they do that here?” One boy asked, making a gagging motion behind his hand.
“Isn’t that your locker hyung?” Another boy asked the ringleader - the one that had spoken. Kibum snorted, he knew for a fact that his locker was on the other side of the school.
“Oh god, it is!” The boy lifted up a soaked textbook by the cardboard frame. “It’s a good thing I have ready payback. This looks like yours, Kim Kibum,” He twirled it by the bindings and it ripped, falling to the floor with a soggy plop.
Kibum stared at his ruined textbook, his face carefully blank. He lifted his head, dark eyes locking onto the bully’s, “Yah, don’t take what you can’t afford to pay back,” his smoldering gaze promised a repayment.
The pack of bullies laughed again, and the leader threw the cardboard cover at the couple, smacking Kibum in the arm. He looked down as it slid down and sagged onto the ground. He started forward, to teach these bullies a lesson for the last time when a restraining hand on his arm pulled him to a halt.
He blinked, looking at Donghae. The other boy’s expressive eyes spoke volumes as to what he was thinking, but when he tried to pull away to go get rid of the bullies, he shook his head. “Don’t do it Kibummie, they aren’t even worth it.”
He opened his mouth to deny it, but after looking from Donghae to the ruined text and then to the bullies, he realized that he was right. With a final sneer at the bullies, he wrapped his arm around Donghae’s shoulder and they started for the door.
“Aw!” The bullies hooted and howled at them, “That’s disgusting; I can’t believe they let fags out in public, especially when they act like that!”
Kibum froze again, anger spiking in his chest. Donghae wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him onwards. “Ignore them,” he whispered softly, “It’s only a few more weeks and we’re done with them forever.”
The two had graduated that spring, leaving the rest of the school, and the bullies that haunted their memories, behind for good.
Or so they thought.
It was a few years later, Kibum had just finished his rehabilitation for the devastating event that stole almost everything from him. He tapped his walking stick along the side walk, making his way down the street. There was a thrill of excitement in his stomach. This was his first time walking without another person accompanying him in a while. It wasn’t that long of a stroll, just to the grocery store down the street and back.
Donghae wasn’t home yet from work, and he really wanted to surprise his boyfriend with something nice. He was tired of being waited on hand and foot and smothered as though he were useless. He was going to prove with this that he was just as capable as anyone else, blind or not.
He was doing fine, his steps rather confident as he walked. He had been this way almost every day for a few years of his life, he was good at figuring out where he was. He could hear people walking by him, beneath his feet the ground rumbled as vehicles rumbled past on the street.
Suddenly his walking stick hit something, and a moment later, it vanished from his grip. “Ah!” He gasped, reaching forward for it, wondering for a moment whether he had just caught it on something without realizing it. Then his head exploded into a world of pain as he slammed into something hard. He yelped, stumbling back a few feet.
He fell backwards into another hard object, and this one - this person, he realized- grabbed his arms into a vice-grip. His mind snapping to high alert, he struggled against his captor, even as they dragged him to a new location. His head reeled from the earlier blow and he felt completely disoriented, unsure of where he was. There was the smell of rotting trash, and he supposed it must have been an alleyway.
Then voices started to scream at him. It took him a moment to realize what they were saying, and he swallowed, trying to fight the urge to vomit as the voices brought back ugly memories of high school.
“Fucking Faggit!” They yelled at him, shouting vulgarities at him, every one leaving a burning whip mark against his soul. He just wasn’t prepared for this now, not when there was so much that was going wrong. He didn’t need this on top of it all. Every single discriminatory, racist comment that had been thrown upon him and Donghae for their all of their childhood memories finally got the best of him.
His mind was racing, his blood was pumping, his remaining senses were on hypersensitivity. One of the bullies pushed him up against the wall and he elbowed them keenly in the first body part within reach. The man fell back, howling with pain. Kibum felt turned, feeling hot breath on his neck and shot his fist forward, only to have it caught by a larger hand.
“Woah guys,” The man holding him down gaped in surprise. “He’s blind,” at first it had been honest surprise in the his voice, but with the other members of the gang surrounding him, weakness was not allowed. “Hey fag,” He sneered, and Kibum gasped as a fist imbedded itself in his stomach. “How do you tell the difference between a drag queen and a real woman if you can’t see?”
Kibum sucked in a breath, preparing to retaliate when he heard the sudden charge of footsteps from the alleyway entrance.
“It’s probably the fact that the drag queen is you,” The newcomer shouted, and Kibum found himself wrenched free of his assailant as the new comer slammed into the bully and knocked him to the ground. He found the voice to be far to familiar and he turned in astonishment.
“…Hae?” He gaped in the direction he knew that his boyfriend was in.
“Hi Bummie, it’s a good thing Eunhyukkie heard yelling back here.” Kibum felt his warm hand brush against his skin even as his ears were filled with shouts of hatred from their audience.
“What happened to ignoring it?”
“There comes a time when ignorance is no longer bliss. I think they deserve a wakeup call.”
“We don’t deserve anything, you should be locked up!”
“Why?” Kibum felt Donghae’s hand trembling and he put his arm around the sunshine boy’s waist, brushing against him, rather amazed that he was standing up to them like this. He felt powerless, and yet, at the same time, he felt a surge of pride to see Donghae standing up to their childhood terrors. There was definitely a hot image flooding his thoughts.
Donghae pulled him close, and his scent overrode Kibum’s senses for a moment. Smirking, he pulled Donghae’s lips to his, turning his head just so, and nipping at his lip in just the right way, to make the other man moan and press against him, regardless of whether there was an audience or not. He broke away and turned his head in the direction of the bullies. “They’re just jealous,” He declared, his lip slightly sticking out of his mouth. He could feel the heat increasing from the bodies of every single person around them.
Before the bullies could counter with anything, Eunhyuk arrived, panting and out of breath, with a policeman following closely behind. “God you two,” Kibum smirked as Donghae cupped his face and kissed him again. “I can’t believe you guys are like this after all of that.”
Donghae parted their lips just enough to give Eunhyuk a reply, “Isn’t he sexy after a fight?”
Eunhyuk moaned, cursing his life. “You’ve been spending too much time with Heechul.”
END.
Pairing: Kihae
Summary: Discrimination is a heartbreak.
Rating: T
Word count: 1419
note: Set before Coffee Break.
He moaned against the other man’s mouth, his back digging into the locker behind him and his fingers tangling in dark hair. Hands slid down his body sensually and he pressed his hips against the other man’s. They broke the kiss breathlessly, and he opened his eyes hazily as Kibum pulled away from him with a sensual smirk on his swollen lips.
Donghae whimpered slightly, reaching out a hand to bring the other man back and freezing to a halt as condescending, snide laughter made itself known at the mouth of the deserted hallway. Swallowing painfully, he looked in the direction of the voice.
“Oh god, how can they do that here?” One boy asked, making a gagging motion behind his hand.
“Isn’t that your locker hyung?” Another boy asked the ringleader - the one that had spoken. Kibum snorted, he knew for a fact that his locker was on the other side of the school.
“Oh god, it is!” The boy lifted up a soaked textbook by the cardboard frame. “It’s a good thing I have ready payback. This looks like yours, Kim Kibum,” He twirled it by the bindings and it ripped, falling to the floor with a soggy plop.
Kibum stared at his ruined textbook, his face carefully blank. He lifted his head, dark eyes locking onto the bully’s, “Yah, don’t take what you can’t afford to pay back,” his smoldering gaze promised a repayment.
The pack of bullies laughed again, and the leader threw the cardboard cover at the couple, smacking Kibum in the arm. He looked down as it slid down and sagged onto the ground. He started forward, to teach these bullies a lesson for the last time when a restraining hand on his arm pulled him to a halt.
He blinked, looking at Donghae. The other boy’s expressive eyes spoke volumes as to what he was thinking, but when he tried to pull away to go get rid of the bullies, he shook his head. “Don’t do it Kibummie, they aren’t even worth it.”
He opened his mouth to deny it, but after looking from Donghae to the ruined text and then to the bullies, he realized that he was right. With a final sneer at the bullies, he wrapped his arm around Donghae’s shoulder and they started for the door.
“Aw!” The bullies hooted and howled at them, “That’s disgusting; I can’t believe they let fags out in public, especially when they act like that!”
Kibum froze again, anger spiking in his chest. Donghae wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him onwards. “Ignore them,” he whispered softly, “It’s only a few more weeks and we’re done with them forever.”
The two had graduated that spring, leaving the rest of the school, and the bullies that haunted their memories, behind for good.
Or so they thought.
It was a few years later, Kibum had just finished his rehabilitation for the devastating event that stole almost everything from him. He tapped his walking stick along the side walk, making his way down the street. There was a thrill of excitement in his stomach. This was his first time walking without another person accompanying him in a while. It wasn’t that long of a stroll, just to the grocery store down the street and back.
Donghae wasn’t home yet from work, and he really wanted to surprise his boyfriend with something nice. He was tired of being waited on hand and foot and smothered as though he were useless. He was going to prove with this that he was just as capable as anyone else, blind or not.
He was doing fine, his steps rather confident as he walked. He had been this way almost every day for a few years of his life, he was good at figuring out where he was. He could hear people walking by him, beneath his feet the ground rumbled as vehicles rumbled past on the street.
Suddenly his walking stick hit something, and a moment later, it vanished from his grip. “Ah!” He gasped, reaching forward for it, wondering for a moment whether he had just caught it on something without realizing it. Then his head exploded into a world of pain as he slammed into something hard. He yelped, stumbling back a few feet.
He fell backwards into another hard object, and this one - this person, he realized- grabbed his arms into a vice-grip. His mind snapping to high alert, he struggled against his captor, even as they dragged him to a new location. His head reeled from the earlier blow and he felt completely disoriented, unsure of where he was. There was the smell of rotting trash, and he supposed it must have been an alleyway.
Then voices started to scream at him. It took him a moment to realize what they were saying, and he swallowed, trying to fight the urge to vomit as the voices brought back ugly memories of high school.
“Fucking Faggit!” They yelled at him, shouting vulgarities at him, every one leaving a burning whip mark against his soul. He just wasn’t prepared for this now, not when there was so much that was going wrong. He didn’t need this on top of it all. Every single discriminatory, racist comment that had been thrown upon him and Donghae for their all of their childhood memories finally got the best of him.
His mind was racing, his blood was pumping, his remaining senses were on hypersensitivity. One of the bullies pushed him up against the wall and he elbowed them keenly in the first body part within reach. The man fell back, howling with pain. Kibum felt turned, feeling hot breath on his neck and shot his fist forward, only to have it caught by a larger hand.
“Woah guys,” The man holding him down gaped in surprise. “He’s blind,” at first it had been honest surprise in the his voice, but with the other members of the gang surrounding him, weakness was not allowed. “Hey fag,” He sneered, and Kibum gasped as a fist imbedded itself in his stomach. “How do you tell the difference between a drag queen and a real woman if you can’t see?”
Kibum sucked in a breath, preparing to retaliate when he heard the sudden charge of footsteps from the alleyway entrance.
“It’s probably the fact that the drag queen is you,” The newcomer shouted, and Kibum found himself wrenched free of his assailant as the new comer slammed into the bully and knocked him to the ground. He found the voice to be far to familiar and he turned in astonishment.
“…Hae?” He gaped in the direction he knew that his boyfriend was in.
“Hi Bummie, it’s a good thing Eunhyukkie heard yelling back here.” Kibum felt his warm hand brush against his skin even as his ears were filled with shouts of hatred from their audience.
“What happened to ignoring it?”
“There comes a time when ignorance is no longer bliss. I think they deserve a wakeup call.”
“We don’t deserve anything, you should be locked up!”
“Why?” Kibum felt Donghae’s hand trembling and he put his arm around the sunshine boy’s waist, brushing against him, rather amazed that he was standing up to them like this. He felt powerless, and yet, at the same time, he felt a surge of pride to see Donghae standing up to their childhood terrors. There was definitely a hot image flooding his thoughts.
Donghae pulled him close, and his scent overrode Kibum’s senses for a moment. Smirking, he pulled Donghae’s lips to his, turning his head just so, and nipping at his lip in just the right way, to make the other man moan and press against him, regardless of whether there was an audience or not. He broke away and turned his head in the direction of the bullies. “They’re just jealous,” He declared, his lip slightly sticking out of his mouth. He could feel the heat increasing from the bodies of every single person around them.
Before the bullies could counter with anything, Eunhyuk arrived, panting and out of breath, with a policeman following closely behind. “God you two,” Kibum smirked as Donghae cupped his face and kissed him again. “I can’t believe you guys are like this after all of that.”
Donghae parted their lips just enough to give Eunhyuk a reply, “Isn’t he sexy after a fight?”
Eunhyuk moaned, cursing his life. “You’ve been spending too much time with Heechul.”
END.