Hollow Chapter 6
Title: Hollow (Chapter 6)
Pairing: Kibum/ Kyuhyun (for now), Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (main), Eunhae, many others
Genre: band fic, drama, angst, fluff, everything, smut-tastic
Rating: Pg-13 to R, different for different chapters (this chapter is R! kids STAY AWAY)
Warning: rape, violence, smut...you get the idea , and I would put language but honestly, that's he least of your worries...
Summary: It hurt a little less each time, until he became numb to it all. Till he forgot how to feel. Till all that was left was a body, and a broken soul. Will he be able to fix it? (It's not as angsty as it seems)
“His name is Zhou Mi, he’ll be coming over to start training next month.”
Their manager said before, sending off most of the present members to get ready for a T.V. show they were to get to. Hankyung quirked an eyebrow as he saw Sungmin and Eunhyuk giggle as they walked towards their room to change.
It was only a second later that he realised that they didn’t share a room.
Well... that was interesting.
He smiled and shook his head. After Sungmin’s constant pouting until three days ago, this was a nice change. It had brought up the mood for everyone.
When Sungmin was pouting, there wasn’t much energy around the dorm. And despite the fact that generally a usual Saturday night with all of them at the dorm would mean a headache for Leeteuk, when there was a lack of energy, he was nervous. Because that generally was followed by some kind of tension, which would lead to an explosion. Of which the after effects -mess- he would have to cleanup. And when Leeteuk a nervous wreck that would tick off every one else, and that would result in a tension because Leeteuk being a nervous wreck couldn’t end anywhere good. It was a vicious cycle.
But thankfully this hadn’t gotten that far. Hankyung chuckled and shook his head. It was unbelievable how complicated the relationships between thirteen men put together in one band could be. The thought suddenly took another turn. He sighed. Sometimes too complicated.
“Hankyung, are you doing anything for the rest of the day?” he looked up at his manager.
“I didn’t have anything planned, why?”
“Could you tell the rest about Zhou Mi?”
“Sure. Are they all coming back together?”
“Well, Shindong has a radio program but Kibum, Heechul, and Donghae will be here in about three hours.”
“Great. I’ll let them know.”
“Hyung, I don’t have anything to do the day after tomorrow after four, do I?” The two looked over to Kyuhyun who was on the phone.
The manager checked his cell, “Nope, you’re free after 3:30.”
Kyuhyun nodded, “Yeah, 4:30’s fine…thank you…you too.”He cut the phone and looked up at their manager. “My doctor’s appointment got rescheduled, so it’s the day after tomorrow now. So…”
The middle aged man looked back at the group that was getting ready to leave.
“Well, you weren’t scheduled to appear anyway so…” he smiled at Kyuhyun and ruffled his hair, “get your rest kiddo. And do extra well at practice tomorrow.”
Kyuhyun smiled and said goodbye to their manager and the rest of the group while Hankyung left to go to the kitchen to get some coffee.
Hankyung brewed some fresh coffee as Kyuhyun walked in and took a seat on one of the chairs at the dining table. He crossed his legs Indian style and leaned back, drumming his fingers carelessly on the table.
“So. How is the Mandarin studying going?”
Kyuhyun made a face as he thought about the others question.
“Okay….I guess…not really….”
Hankyung poured the coffee into two mugs and handed one to Kyuhyun, taking a seat beside him.
“Don’t stress it. I’ll help you out. Do you want to go over some now?
Kyuhyun stared Hankyung with a horrified expression, “Oh god NO!! I spent hours yesterday trying to memorize ONE song and pronounce it right! If I try to learn anything more I think my heads going to explode!”
Hankyung laughed at the others expression and the hands clasped to the side of his head direly holding it together, praying his brain wouldn't start leaking out of his ears.
“Alright, alright…”
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“Hae, you have a text.” Donghae lifted the magazine off his face. He looked around to see Heechul on his cell phone reading, what he presumed was the text message.
He scoffed.
“Do you even understand the idea of privacy, hyung?”
Large eyes blinked back at him. “No.”
He shook his head and relieved the other of his text watch-out duty.
From Hangeng: Goin with Henry to get his violin fixed. when u get bck can u check on kyu?
Donghae typed in a reply.
sure, y?
From Hangeng: hes feeling sick, could u stay with him?
okie dokie artie chokie^^
From Hangeng: thnx :P and btw, the artie chokie thing...don't do tht...pls...kthnxbye
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“Thank you! Thank you!” The three bowed and said their goodbyes as they walked out of the studio. Shindong had left early to his radio program, and the others were done for the day.
“Wanna go grab a drink?” Heechul asked Kibum. Kibum’s face scrunched up, as he considered the idea
“I don’t think so…I have a photo shoot before practice tomorrow. Maybe another day…” He smiled at the oldest.
Heechul looked at him in disgust.
“Isn’t being a stick in the mud good enough? Do you have to sunshine smile your way through it too?” Kibum shrugged.
“Come on Donghae, you’re up for a shot or two right?”
“With you? I doubt it’s gonna end up just two shots.” Heechul shrugged.
“I can’t…I have to check up on Kyuhyun. He’s feeling sick and Hankyung had to go with Henry for something so I promised him I’ll stay with Kyu.
"I can check up on him," Kibum offered, "and you've been working so hard lately, you need a break." Donghae's face broke out into big smile as Kibum rested his hand on the others shoulder and as that hand gave his shoulder a small squeeze, Donghae wondered if his heart was being squeezed ten times that force.
"And plus, Heechul hyung going drinking alone?I don't think that's a very good idea..." and that was all it took for Donghae to fall from his lala land and focus on more important things.
Like the fact that this would mean that Kibum and Kyuhyun would be in close proximity of each other. Even worse, without the ever watching eyes of Leeteuk, ever nosy self of Heechul, or even the ever judging Siwon around. Or anyone else for that matter. Hell, he couldn't even depend on his luck and hope that Yesung would somehow manage to get lost in their own dorm and walk into Kyuhyun's room.
And the fact that this had been Kibum's idea.
Of course, there is the thing about how he isn't even sure if they are together, or if they even like each other...but then again, what if they are?
Donghae sighed. Why must love be so complicated? He easily shut out the part of his brain that kept telling him that it isn't love, it's a crush, and that no, just because he noticed that you look tired, doesn't mean that he loves you, or that just because he offered to check up on Kyuhyun means that he loves him. And that he sounded like a thirteen year old girl.
Why? Just...why?
"So are you coming?" Donghae looked up to Heechul's almost gleeful expression.
"Yeah...I guess I do need a break...
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Kyuhyun bit his lip refusing to let out the moan that threatened to escape his throat. He wouldn't let him have the satisfaction.
He preferred it when he was mad. It was something that he had learned over time. The ever reserved Kibum was reckless when he was angry. It had been proven time an time again. He would be patient and keep himself together through whatever was going on, but when he was pushed over the edge, you didn't want to be on the receiving end. It was something Kyuhyun knew all too well. Kibum was posessive. And the rest of the band didn't help with that.
But in a way that was much less painful than this. When he would take his time. This was a thousand times worse.
It's not rape if you like it...
He didn't. He swore to himself that he didn't, and yet that was never enough. And the thought sickened him to no extent. But his body would still react. And he hated it.
Kibum slid his hand down the Kyuhyun's side while the other hand balanced him over the other. He suckled at the others jawbone and worked his way up till he he reached the soft skin beneath the younger's earlobe and licked, and smirked at the shiver that ran through the other's body.
Fuck. Kyuhyun turned his head away in disgust at both himself and Kibum. Everytime. It seemed that Kibum knew his body better than himself. How to hurt him, how to make him react. It had worked the first few times he had tried it. He would just lie there, lifeless almost, it pissed the other off to no end. It wasn't fun when he didn't fight back, so he found a better way. And perhaps enjoyed that more.
Kibum nibbled on the others earlobe as his hand played teasingly with the waistband of the others jeans. He tried not to chuckle as he felt the others jaw clench. Unsatisfied with the reaction he was getting, he pressed his knee against the others crotch.
A strangled cry left Kyuhyun's lips and almost like second nature his hand flew to the others chest pushing him away, and Kibum's hand flew from the others side and grasped the others wrists, trapping them against Kyuhyun's chest.
He chuckled darkly as he moved to kiss the trembling lips, well expecting the other to snap his head away. His lips hovered over the others ear and Kyuhyun braced himself, all hopes of this ending fast melting away.
"Stop denying it Kyu...you love this" he slid the hand that held him up down the other torso and Kyuhyun winced as his bony wrists pressed harder against his chest. His jaw clenched as he felt the others fingers popping open the button of his jeans and slowly undoing the zipper.
Kibum's eyes darkened as he watched the Kyuhyun purse his lips together. His fingers hooked onto the waistband and tugged it down a little, but then they wouldn't budge. Kyuhyun pressed himself into the mattress harder, refusing to let down. Kibum looked down at the other and Kyuhyun's eyes met his, defiant. He wasn't giving up like that, not again.
Kibum quirked an eyebrow before he stood up on his knees and pulled the other up with one swift pull of his wrists and slammed him against the wall. He pulled of the others jeans and boxers and pushed him against the wall forcing him upon his knees, He moved towards the other and pushed one of his legs between the others.
"Why do you make this so hard on yourself?" He smirked at the gasp that escaped the others lips as he palmed the others shaft. crashing their lips together, he smirked as he felt the other pulse against his palm.
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"I hate you." Kyuhyun hissed at Kibum who was doing up the zipper on his dark blue jeans. The elder galnced at the other who was lying on the bed, pale cheeks stained by tear streaks. Kibum turned to the mirror and threw on his shirt, buttoning it up as he smirked at the outburst, though it could hardly be called one. He glanced at the other in the reflection, running his eyes momentarily up and down the others lean body. Kyuhyun grimaced and pulled the wrinkled blanket over himself and turned the other way.
Kibum carelessly ran his fingers through his hair, until he was convinced that he looked at least presentable.
"Just give it up, Kyu. If you hate it so much then why haven't you told anyone. Hmm? Why haven't all the hyungs been running in to save the baby from the big bad wolf?" He turned and walked towards the other who had glued his face to the pillow. He kneeled down and stroked the others shoulder languidly.
"Cry all you want baby..." He moved in closer to the others ear and Kyuhyun braced himself.
"There's no consideration for the weak. You can't run Kyu. You don't even want to."
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Struck by lightning.
He'd never felt like it so much before.
There's no consideration for the weak.
The words echoed in his head, refusing to die down and getting louder and louder until it deafened him. He stumbled down the hallway, clasping his hand against his head wishing it would somehow put an end to the pounding. The room seemed to be spinning.
He grappled at the wall trying to keep his balance. His stomach hurled and he vomited, the stench of alcohol dizzying him more than he was already. He stumbled back a few steps trying to regain his balance.
His bones felt like Jello and he seemed to be falling in slow motion.
Before he had hit the floor, he had blacked out.
A.N./ Too long?...yeah I guess...but I also haven’t posted for a while so...
P.S. and cookies for the person who finds the not-so-subtle song reference^^