[ILC19] Clear As Day
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Yesung
Genre: AU!Drama, Romance, Minor!Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own any SuJu member.
Beta: paradigm_twist
IL/Pairing Assigner: rssj1314 & shadowcrawler12
[Challenge][Y][FF] Summary: Figures feared to approach what intimidated them, what frightened them. Despite their different circumstances, they found that distinct connection that held them together.
-
“That’s just so like you.”
Kyuhyun narrowed his eyes at the uttered phrase. He lifted himself off the cold ground and stepped forward. Yesung remained stolid as Kyuhyun curled his fingers around the metal bars. "Bail me out."
"And you claimed you'd never get caught." Yesung said, unimpressed as he stood outside the jail cell, wearing a crisp and tailored suit that contrasted against the ripped and soiled clothing across from him.
"I get it. I learned my lesson." Kyuhyun argued, losing patience as he rattled the bars.
"Did you really?" Yesung asked doubtfully, his arms crossed.
"Yes. I learned to never carjack an off-duty cop's car. Now. Will you please?" Yesung blinked, unnerved by his fuming outburst.
"I could leave you here." He thought out loud. Kyuhyun said nothing. He knew Yesung too well to know that wouldn't happen; that within minutes, Yesung would reluctantly walk over and return with his freedom. The moment Yesung sighed and walked away, he knew he was right. Shortly after, he was released.
"You never change." Yesung said, checking his messages once they were outside the court house.
"I don't like your tone." He returned darkly.
"Then do something about it." Yesung retorted, crossing the street without him. Kyuhyun huffed as he followed after him. They soon reached the large office, his eyes scanned the interior when his eyes fell upon the still unfinished puzzle that laid on the glass table.
"You're missing one piece." Kyuhyun grinned, knowing that it would irk the other man. Sure enough, the moment Yesung looked back at the 999 pieced puzzle, he cringed.
"I was tempted to buy another puzzle just to fill in that gap. But that would mean that the other puzzle would still be missing one piece." He said, looking over his documents. "Are you planning on attempting another heist tomorrow?"
"I was thinking more of another carjacking. A successful one this time." He answered honestly. He was surprised to see no anger coming from the man, or the usual lecture. "Is that it? No attempt to stop me and convert me to society's ideals?"
"I'd be wasting my breath."
Kyuhyun lost his smile, feeling bothered as he walked over and sat on the desk, right beside him. "You seem disappointed."
"I'm long past disappointment." Yesung said offhandedly as he typed into the laptop. "It's more of an expectation now." He then opened his bottom drawer to retrieve a few more documents, before his eyes trailed to the long but thin black safe that was hidden beneath the papers.
Kyuhyun's curiosity begged to see what was inside. He had never cared much for wealth or money, but this need to know had always brought him into the wrong side of the law. A trait of his that never failed to bring along trouble wherever he went.
Others often asked if he ever regretted his actions, the answer was always a distinct no. Simply because, if it hadn't been for his daring brushes with the law, he would have never known Yesung at all.
-
Kyuhyun scowled visibly while Yesung rolled his eyes. "If you didn't want to come, you didn't have to." Kyuhyun turned away in annoyance as he sat down on the couch, waiting for the tailor to finish measuring Yesung. Before he could reach his arms, Yesung pulled away. "That will be all."
The tailor arched an eyebrow, confused. "But I'll need to adjust the sleeves-"
"My measurements haven't changed since my last fitting. Use those numbers." Yesung said, about to step down from the raised platform when the tailor went to lift up Yesung's sleeves.
Kyuhyun immediately reached out and held his wrist, stopping him. "He said you don't have to." His tone intimidated the tailor who stepped away, apologizing profusely. Yesung remained quiet, acting oblivious to the whole scene once the tailor left. He then entered into the fitting room, Kyuhyun following closely behind, ignoring the odd looks given at his appearance in the high end store.
He adjusted the curtains on either side, making sure that there was no gap. When he felt a weight against his beck, he looked from the corner of his eye as Yesung leaned against him. He heard an inaudible but clear "Thank you."
His gaze wavered as Yesung pulled away, comfortable enough around him to change shirts. In the midst of it, Kyuhyun glanced at the scars that covered his arms and across his torso, the same that often begged questions he knew he hated answering. He cleared his throat and looked back at his own hands, surprised to see his own fingers clutching the curtain tightly from the act. He let go, averting his eyes.
The times when Yesung was vulnerable; every time when he appeared that way, left him often unprepared. It had been too long since he had seen such an attitude. Now the man was stronger, calm, matured. But Kyuhyun still felt he had remained exactly the same as when they first met.
Rather than the juvenile prison, the consequences for his actions back then had earned him a mandatory community service, given to hopefully "teach" him some humility. He resisted the life lesson as he strolled through the hallways, still ditching often, hiding whenever he could in different unoccupied rooms.
He could see his adviser coming his way. The teenager that was Kyuhyun quickly hurried into one of the rooms, not caring if there was anyone inside. He checked through the blinds to make sure his adviser was gone when he heard a cough. He turned his head, eyes resting on the lone patient, covered in bloody bandages, his skin red and blistered.
It was safe to say that his first impression nearly terrified him; made his skin crawl. He managed to run out of the room before the patient could open his eyes.
Logic would have made anyone stay away. But as always, his persistent curiosity got the best of him as he continually glanced at the patient's door, wondering what had caused his condition.
He learned that he wasn't contagious, which calmed his initial fear. But the others who had approached or caught a glimpse of his disfigured state, naturally avoided the room like a plague. Kyuhyun had noticed how the volunteers and community service members accompanied the other patients, but never once entered his room.
Yesung had his eyes open when Kyuhyun stepped into the room for the first time since the last time.
Their introductions fell short. He exhaled deeply, unsure of how to approach him when he heard a quick scuffle, turning around to see volunteers gesturing towards Yesung. Once he met their gaze, they quickly hurried away. Kyuhyun then glanced at Yesung's expression whose eyes remained on the doorway.
"You hate those people too, don't you?" The patient didn't answer. "Those same people who ignore you, pretend they don't see you, all because they're afraid." He looked back and met the patient's gaze. "You hate pity just as much."
Yesung blinked twice.
Kyuhyun smiled apologetically. "I won't leave like I did before..." He promised. "Not again."
The man seemed like he could speak, but simply chose not to. Despite his mute self, Kyuhyun felt as if he understood most of his unspoken answers and continued having these random conversations, even if most of the time it was one-sided. Yet he still managed to discover things about him.
"You've been eying that puzzle for a while now." Kyuhyun announced, sitting on his bed as he reached for the unfinished piece that was lying on the desk beside the bed. "If I finished it for you, will that calm you down?" Yesung blinked, but somehow he could see contentment within them as he began to finish it. Once the final piece was in, he could almost see the excitement shining in Yesung's eyes. He chuckled. "You're a weird person."
He wished he could say that they were two of the same. But Kyuhyun's circumstances were more of choice, and the action that inflicted Yesung was far from self-induced. Kyuhyun simply chose to rebel against expectations, pushing people's assumptions of him further, proving every one of them right. It wasn't the right approach, but it was his.
Even after his sentence was over, he continued his visits and often ditched school, just to continue these often pointless but amusing conversations with the man. The same man who was gradually healing, able to move with more ease as his skin was healing at the same time.
One day as he looked out the window, he saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye.
He turned around, watching as Yesung pretended to act aloof. Kyuhyun shook his head as he reached out and held his hand. Yesung shifted his eyes towards the gesture. "You wanted to do this?" He asked, meeting his eyes. "Right?"
Yesung didn't answer then, but Kyuhyun held up his hand, careful not to ruin the bandages. "All you had to do was ask. Don't be afraid to." He gently tightened his hold. "Especially around me."
-
Yesung soon spoke, willingly, but only to him. Refusing to even utter a word to the nurses and volunteers. It was then that Kyuhyun discovered the endowed life of wealth that surrounded him. Admittedly, Kyuhyun was afraid, assuming Yesung would turn him away the moment he could be discharged; when Kyuhyun was no longer needed.
Yet, Yesung continued to ask him to accompany him, becoming his confidant, in spite of his past that Yesung for the most part had accepted, going as far as to shield him with lawyers and bail money when his actions got out of control.
Just like what he was doing now.
Kyuhyun stared at the desk that had since been moved into Yesung's den, he casually walked around it, biding his time as his eyes lingered on the bottom drawer. Ignoring the warnings he was often given, shoving aside the voice of reason, he opened and intruded. Easily figuring out the combination and cracked it open.
He needed to know what was inside, he rationalized, holding his breath as he pulled open the lid.
"That's off-limits." Yesung kicked the drawer closed, barely missing his retreating fingers. "I thought I made that clear."
"Clear as day, but my hands don't often listen." He held them up but Yesung wasn't amused. When the same man pushed him off his chair and huffed repeatedly afterwards, Kyuhyun could feel something was off.
"Another meeting went south?" He asked. Yesung ignored him. "President hassling you on deadlines?"
"Instead of interrogating me, why don't you call that friend of yours? He seems lonely." He said crossly. "What?" Yesung asked hotly, frustrated. Kyuhyun studied him closely when he gaped.
"You're mad that I went out with that guy, aren't you?" Kyuhyun asked, puzzled by his own realization. Yesung widened his eyes, struggling to deny his allegation.
"I am not."
"Liar." Kyuhyun accused. Yesung stood up from his chair and walked around the desk but Kyuhyun was relentless. "I recognize that look. It's the same when you met that ex of mine before."
"That guy was just annoying."
"Right." Kyuhyun smirked. That smug look only served to push the other man further to the edge.
He knew he wasn't wrong. And as Yesung stomped out of the room, he could feel his suspicions confirmed once again. The same suspicions that first grew when Yesung met his ex; that callous and loathsome look. He still had to bide his time however, treading carefully around it.
If he pushed too early on, then Yesung would escape to his silence. He couldn't have that. He simply couldn't.
-
Yesung stirred, opening his eyes as he slowly took in the surroundings of his office. He then realized he was laying against Kyuhyun's torso. The same man who gave him a pleased smile. "Slept well?"
Yesung didn't pull away, but furrowed his eyebrows, his exhausted mind struggling to figure out just how he ended up in this current predicament.
"I may have spiked your drink." Kyuhyun answered his silent question idly, nonchalantly at the shocked look. "You were tired. And you refused to sleep."
Yesung instantly pulled away. "And that's reason enough?" He scolded, standing up as he walked to his desk, his neck hot as he reached for his documents.
Kyuhyun spared a studious glance his way. "You don't seem to mind at all."
Yesung tensed and glared in his direction. "Why do you always assume that you know everything about me?" Yesung asked sternly, turning around with his hand on the desk.
"That's easy to do, considering you're an open book. The real question is what don't I know about you." Kyuyhyun stated, walking towards the desk. He knew his words spurred anger.
Yesung's grimaced expression softened, his hands clutched into fists. "...You don't know me as well as you think you do."
He doubted that. "Then give me at least one example." He raised up a single finger. "One time when I got it wrong."
It was then that the older man lowered his eyes, as if debating whether to answer such a question. "That day." He started, exhaling. "That day at the hospital when you held my hand... You assumed that was what I wanted."
Kyuhyun briefly recalled the incident, startled that he was actually wrong, doubting. "Then what was it?" He asked daringly, deciding that the other was pulling a fast one over him.
Yesung returned to his mute self. He stared warily as Kyuhyun walked even closer, prompting an answer out of him. His need to know overbearing all else.
"Then I was right." He taunted. Yesung lowered his eyes. "I was never wrong."
It was now or never.
Yesung looked up, determined for the moment as he reached out his hand and pulled him closer.
"If I had asked for this then... Would you have said yes?" He asked timidly, afraid and nervous at his own initiative. But Kyuhyun had once said he could ask for anything, and he hoped that it would applied to this.
Without waiting for a reply, he closed his eyes and the gap between them. It meant to prove Kyuhyun wrong, but it also stemmed from his own desires; from what he wanted all along. That day as he watched Kyuhyun from the bedside; always wanting but never once been able to pursue it.
Even now as they passed into adulthood, his emerging feelings had never ceased. Kyuhyun may not have been the most ideal, but that had never mattered.
He pulled away. The kiss lasting longer than he intended. He wanted to escape the moment it ended. But Kyuhyun had pulled him back.
"You never had to ask."
Kyuhyun returned the kiss, arching his neck as he pressed against him. Yesung flinched on reflex when Kyuhyun's hands traced the scars on his skin, but the other didn't care, too focused on the intimate act alone.
The intercom signaled loudly, interrupting them. Yesung reached out to stop it, looking back as Kyuhyun cursed mentally.
Yesung coughed, grasping whatever state of mind he had left, hurrying to the door.
"I won't let you run away from this." Kyuhyun announced loudly, making sure he could hear. "Even if you try to ignore me, I'll pursue you with whatever I have."
Rather than being intimidated by such a declaration, Yesung bit back a smile as he stepped out of the office. Kyuhyun remained inside, looking back at the unfinished puzzle that still laid on the glass table.
He pulled out his hand from his pocket and walked over, smiling deviously as he placed the final piece into its proper place, finally completing it.
-
Yesung could hear the clanks of metal and sighed, shifting away from the bundle of bed sheets as he walked to the nearby den. He leaned against the doorframe.
"Are you coming to bed or not?" Yesung asked, exhausted as he rubbed his eyes. He then noticed the large amount of unmarked bills on the desk and cracked open ATM machine at the side and closed his eyes. Pretending not to have seen anything.
"Don't worry, I'll donate the money. Just wanted to see how it worked."
"That excuse barely ran across the last cop." He mumbled. Kyuhyun knew not to push his luck and left it was it was, walking straight back to the bedroom. Yesung returned his gaze back to the desk, kneeling down as he pulled out the safe within it.
He opened it, tilting his head at the various important documents but scoured for it. A tiny, gleaming puzzle piece between his fingers. It was an impulsive move the day he was discharged, and while the thought of the unfinished puzzle bothered him from time to time, he felt it was justified. He traced his finger across the surface, the corners of his lips twitched upwards at the memory.
He then closed the safe and returned to the solace of their room, and was met with a frustrated Kyuhyun.
"You reprimanded me for not going to bed in time, then have me wait? The cruelty in that alone." Yesung hid his smile and shushed him, leaning against his torso.
His short-sleeved shirt bared the scars across his arms. Kyuhyun gently traced his skin, brushing against the scars. They were there, glaring loudly, but that hardly defined him. It was the mark that he left on him, the one that claimed him as his own, that left a far stronger and lasting impression.
☆ rssj1314's Kyusung ☆
- ILC18 [Kihen] ☆ ILC20 [Zhou Mi/Henry] -
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A/N: I wish I could remember what the disease name was, the one Yesung had, but it was based on a documentary I saw on it. I believe it was a severe allergic reaction to something, shall fix that if I recall the name. That aside, I kept getting distracted when writing this. So much .-. Although in my defense I was writing! Just....a series instead ^^;
Cross posted at my-prection a community for rare pairs and kyusung^^
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Yesung
Genre: AU!Drama, Romance, Minor!Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own any SuJu member.
Beta: paradigm_twist
IL/Pairing Assigner: rssj1314 & shadowcrawler12
[Challenge][Y][FF] Summary: Figures feared to approach what intimidated them, what frightened them. Despite their different circumstances, they found that distinct connection that held them together.
-
“That’s just so like you.”
Kyuhyun narrowed his eyes at the uttered phrase. He lifted himself off the cold ground and stepped forward. Yesung remained stolid as Kyuhyun curled his fingers around the metal bars. "Bail me out."
"And you claimed you'd never get caught." Yesung said, unimpressed as he stood outside the jail cell, wearing a crisp and tailored suit that contrasted against the ripped and soiled clothing across from him.
"I get it. I learned my lesson." Kyuhyun argued, losing patience as he rattled the bars.
"Did you really?" Yesung asked doubtfully, his arms crossed.
"Yes. I learned to never carjack an off-duty cop's car. Now. Will you please?" Yesung blinked, unnerved by his fuming outburst.
"I could leave you here." He thought out loud. Kyuhyun said nothing. He knew Yesung too well to know that wouldn't happen; that within minutes, Yesung would reluctantly walk over and return with his freedom. The moment Yesung sighed and walked away, he knew he was right. Shortly after, he was released.
"You never change." Yesung said, checking his messages once they were outside the court house.
"I don't like your tone." He returned darkly.
"Then do something about it." Yesung retorted, crossing the street without him. Kyuhyun huffed as he followed after him. They soon reached the large office, his eyes scanned the interior when his eyes fell upon the still unfinished puzzle that laid on the glass table.
"You're missing one piece." Kyuhyun grinned, knowing that it would irk the other man. Sure enough, the moment Yesung looked back at the 999 pieced puzzle, he cringed.
"I was tempted to buy another puzzle just to fill in that gap. But that would mean that the other puzzle would still be missing one piece." He said, looking over his documents. "Are you planning on attempting another heist tomorrow?"
"I was thinking more of another carjacking. A successful one this time." He answered honestly. He was surprised to see no anger coming from the man, or the usual lecture. "Is that it? No attempt to stop me and convert me to society's ideals?"
"I'd be wasting my breath."
Kyuhyun lost his smile, feeling bothered as he walked over and sat on the desk, right beside him. "You seem disappointed."
"I'm long past disappointment." Yesung said offhandedly as he typed into the laptop. "It's more of an expectation now." He then opened his bottom drawer to retrieve a few more documents, before his eyes trailed to the long but thin black safe that was hidden beneath the papers.
Kyuhyun's curiosity begged to see what was inside. He had never cared much for wealth or money, but this need to know had always brought him into the wrong side of the law. A trait of his that never failed to bring along trouble wherever he went.
Others often asked if he ever regretted his actions, the answer was always a distinct no. Simply because, if it hadn't been for his daring brushes with the law, he would have never known Yesung at all.
-
Kyuhyun scowled visibly while Yesung rolled his eyes. "If you didn't want to come, you didn't have to." Kyuhyun turned away in annoyance as he sat down on the couch, waiting for the tailor to finish measuring Yesung. Before he could reach his arms, Yesung pulled away. "That will be all."
The tailor arched an eyebrow, confused. "But I'll need to adjust the sleeves-"
"My measurements haven't changed since my last fitting. Use those numbers." Yesung said, about to step down from the raised platform when the tailor went to lift up Yesung's sleeves.
Kyuhyun immediately reached out and held his wrist, stopping him. "He said you don't have to." His tone intimidated the tailor who stepped away, apologizing profusely. Yesung remained quiet, acting oblivious to the whole scene once the tailor left. He then entered into the fitting room, Kyuhyun following closely behind, ignoring the odd looks given at his appearance in the high end store.
He adjusted the curtains on either side, making sure that there was no gap. When he felt a weight against his beck, he looked from the corner of his eye as Yesung leaned against him. He heard an inaudible but clear "Thank you."
His gaze wavered as Yesung pulled away, comfortable enough around him to change shirts. In the midst of it, Kyuhyun glanced at the scars that covered his arms and across his torso, the same that often begged questions he knew he hated answering. He cleared his throat and looked back at his own hands, surprised to see his own fingers clutching the curtain tightly from the act. He let go, averting his eyes.
The times when Yesung was vulnerable; every time when he appeared that way, left him often unprepared. It had been too long since he had seen such an attitude. Now the man was stronger, calm, matured. But Kyuhyun still felt he had remained exactly the same as when they first met.
Rather than the juvenile prison, the consequences for his actions back then had earned him a mandatory community service, given to hopefully "teach" him some humility. He resisted the life lesson as he strolled through the hallways, still ditching often, hiding whenever he could in different unoccupied rooms.
He could see his adviser coming his way. The teenager that was Kyuhyun quickly hurried into one of the rooms, not caring if there was anyone inside. He checked through the blinds to make sure his adviser was gone when he heard a cough. He turned his head, eyes resting on the lone patient, covered in bloody bandages, his skin red and blistered.
It was safe to say that his first impression nearly terrified him; made his skin crawl. He managed to run out of the room before the patient could open his eyes.
Logic would have made anyone stay away. But as always, his persistent curiosity got the best of him as he continually glanced at the patient's door, wondering what had caused his condition.
He learned that he wasn't contagious, which calmed his initial fear. But the others who had approached or caught a glimpse of his disfigured state, naturally avoided the room like a plague. Kyuhyun had noticed how the volunteers and community service members accompanied the other patients, but never once entered his room.
Yesung had his eyes open when Kyuhyun stepped into the room for the first time since the last time.
Their introductions fell short. He exhaled deeply, unsure of how to approach him when he heard a quick scuffle, turning around to see volunteers gesturing towards Yesung. Once he met their gaze, they quickly hurried away. Kyuhyun then glanced at Yesung's expression whose eyes remained on the doorway.
"You hate those people too, don't you?" The patient didn't answer. "Those same people who ignore you, pretend they don't see you, all because they're afraid." He looked back and met the patient's gaze. "You hate pity just as much."
Yesung blinked twice.
Kyuhyun smiled apologetically. "I won't leave like I did before..." He promised. "Not again."
The man seemed like he could speak, but simply chose not to. Despite his mute self, Kyuhyun felt as if he understood most of his unspoken answers and continued having these random conversations, even if most of the time it was one-sided. Yet he still managed to discover things about him.
"You've been eying that puzzle for a while now." Kyuhyun announced, sitting on his bed as he reached for the unfinished piece that was lying on the desk beside the bed. "If I finished it for you, will that calm you down?" Yesung blinked, but somehow he could see contentment within them as he began to finish it. Once the final piece was in, he could almost see the excitement shining in Yesung's eyes. He chuckled. "You're a weird person."
He wished he could say that they were two of the same. But Kyuhyun's circumstances were more of choice, and the action that inflicted Yesung was far from self-induced. Kyuhyun simply chose to rebel against expectations, pushing people's assumptions of him further, proving every one of them right. It wasn't the right approach, but it was his.
Even after his sentence was over, he continued his visits and often ditched school, just to continue these often pointless but amusing conversations with the man. The same man who was gradually healing, able to move with more ease as his skin was healing at the same time.
One day as he looked out the window, he saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye.
He turned around, watching as Yesung pretended to act aloof. Kyuhyun shook his head as he reached out and held his hand. Yesung shifted his eyes towards the gesture. "You wanted to do this?" He asked, meeting his eyes. "Right?"
Yesung didn't answer then, but Kyuhyun held up his hand, careful not to ruin the bandages. "All you had to do was ask. Don't be afraid to." He gently tightened his hold. "Especially around me."
-
Yesung soon spoke, willingly, but only to him. Refusing to even utter a word to the nurses and volunteers. It was then that Kyuhyun discovered the endowed life of wealth that surrounded him. Admittedly, Kyuhyun was afraid, assuming Yesung would turn him away the moment he could be discharged; when Kyuhyun was no longer needed.
Yet, Yesung continued to ask him to accompany him, becoming his confidant, in spite of his past that Yesung for the most part had accepted, going as far as to shield him with lawyers and bail money when his actions got out of control.
Just like what he was doing now.
Kyuhyun stared at the desk that had since been moved into Yesung's den, he casually walked around it, biding his time as his eyes lingered on the bottom drawer. Ignoring the warnings he was often given, shoving aside the voice of reason, he opened and intruded. Easily figuring out the combination and cracked it open.
He needed to know what was inside, he rationalized, holding his breath as he pulled open the lid.
"That's off-limits." Yesung kicked the drawer closed, barely missing his retreating fingers. "I thought I made that clear."
"Clear as day, but my hands don't often listen." He held them up but Yesung wasn't amused. When the same man pushed him off his chair and huffed repeatedly afterwards, Kyuhyun could feel something was off.
"Another meeting went south?" He asked. Yesung ignored him. "President hassling you on deadlines?"
"Instead of interrogating me, why don't you call that friend of yours? He seems lonely." He said crossly. "What?" Yesung asked hotly, frustrated. Kyuhyun studied him closely when he gaped.
"You're mad that I went out with that guy, aren't you?" Kyuhyun asked, puzzled by his own realization. Yesung widened his eyes, struggling to deny his allegation.
"I am not."
"Liar." Kyuhyun accused. Yesung stood up from his chair and walked around the desk but Kyuhyun was relentless. "I recognize that look. It's the same when you met that ex of mine before."
"That guy was just annoying."
"Right." Kyuhyun smirked. That smug look only served to push the other man further to the edge.
He knew he wasn't wrong. And as Yesung stomped out of the room, he could feel his suspicions confirmed once again. The same suspicions that first grew when Yesung met his ex; that callous and loathsome look. He still had to bide his time however, treading carefully around it.
If he pushed too early on, then Yesung would escape to his silence. He couldn't have that. He simply couldn't.
-
Yesung stirred, opening his eyes as he slowly took in the surroundings of his office. He then realized he was laying against Kyuhyun's torso. The same man who gave him a pleased smile. "Slept well?"
Yesung didn't pull away, but furrowed his eyebrows, his exhausted mind struggling to figure out just how he ended up in this current predicament.
"I may have spiked your drink." Kyuhyun answered his silent question idly, nonchalantly at the shocked look. "You were tired. And you refused to sleep."
Yesung instantly pulled away. "And that's reason enough?" He scolded, standing up as he walked to his desk, his neck hot as he reached for his documents.
Kyuhyun spared a studious glance his way. "You don't seem to mind at all."
Yesung tensed and glared in his direction. "Why do you always assume that you know everything about me?" Yesung asked sternly, turning around with his hand on the desk.
"That's easy to do, considering you're an open book. The real question is what don't I know about you." Kyuyhyun stated, walking towards the desk. He knew his words spurred anger.
Yesung's grimaced expression softened, his hands clutched into fists. "...You don't know me as well as you think you do."
He doubted that. "Then give me at least one example." He raised up a single finger. "One time when I got it wrong."
It was then that the older man lowered his eyes, as if debating whether to answer such a question. "That day." He started, exhaling. "That day at the hospital when you held my hand... You assumed that was what I wanted."
Kyuhyun briefly recalled the incident, startled that he was actually wrong, doubting. "Then what was it?" He asked daringly, deciding that the other was pulling a fast one over him.
Yesung returned to his mute self. He stared warily as Kyuhyun walked even closer, prompting an answer out of him. His need to know overbearing all else.
"Then I was right." He taunted. Yesung lowered his eyes. "I was never wrong."
It was now or never.
Yesung looked up, determined for the moment as he reached out his hand and pulled him closer.
"If I had asked for this then... Would you have said yes?" He asked timidly, afraid and nervous at his own initiative. But Kyuhyun had once said he could ask for anything, and he hoped that it would applied to this.
Without waiting for a reply, he closed his eyes and the gap between them. It meant to prove Kyuhyun wrong, but it also stemmed from his own desires; from what he wanted all along. That day as he watched Kyuhyun from the bedside; always wanting but never once been able to pursue it.
Even now as they passed into adulthood, his emerging feelings had never ceased. Kyuhyun may not have been the most ideal, but that had never mattered.
He pulled away. The kiss lasting longer than he intended. He wanted to escape the moment it ended. But Kyuhyun had pulled him back.
"You never had to ask."
Kyuhyun returned the kiss, arching his neck as he pressed against him. Yesung flinched on reflex when Kyuhyun's hands traced the scars on his skin, but the other didn't care, too focused on the intimate act alone.
The intercom signaled loudly, interrupting them. Yesung reached out to stop it, looking back as Kyuhyun cursed mentally.
Yesung coughed, grasping whatever state of mind he had left, hurrying to the door.
"I won't let you run away from this." Kyuhyun announced loudly, making sure he could hear. "Even if you try to ignore me, I'll pursue you with whatever I have."
Rather than being intimidated by such a declaration, Yesung bit back a smile as he stepped out of the office. Kyuhyun remained inside, looking back at the unfinished puzzle that still laid on the glass table.
He pulled out his hand from his pocket and walked over, smiling deviously as he placed the final piece into its proper place, finally completing it.
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Yesung could hear the clanks of metal and sighed, shifting away from the bundle of bed sheets as he walked to the nearby den. He leaned against the doorframe.
"Are you coming to bed or not?" Yesung asked, exhausted as he rubbed his eyes. He then noticed the large amount of unmarked bills on the desk and cracked open ATM machine at the side and closed his eyes. Pretending not to have seen anything.
"Don't worry, I'll donate the money. Just wanted to see how it worked."
"That excuse barely ran across the last cop." He mumbled. Kyuhyun knew not to push his luck and left it was it was, walking straight back to the bedroom. Yesung returned his gaze back to the desk, kneeling down as he pulled out the safe within it.
He opened it, tilting his head at the various important documents but scoured for it. A tiny, gleaming puzzle piece between his fingers. It was an impulsive move the day he was discharged, and while the thought of the unfinished puzzle bothered him from time to time, he felt it was justified. He traced his finger across the surface, the corners of his lips twitched upwards at the memory.
He then closed the safe and returned to the solace of their room, and was met with a frustrated Kyuhyun.
"You reprimanded me for not going to bed in time, then have me wait? The cruelty in that alone." Yesung hid his smile and shushed him, leaning against his torso.
His short-sleeved shirt bared the scars across his arms. Kyuhyun gently traced his skin, brushing against the scars. They were there, glaring loudly, but that hardly defined him. It was the mark that he left on him, the one that claimed him as his own, that left a far stronger and lasting impression.
☆ rssj1314's Kyusung ☆
- ILC18 [Kihen] ☆ ILC20 [Zhou Mi/Henry] -
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A/N: I wish I could remember what the disease name was, the one Yesung had, but it was based on a documentary I saw on it. I believe it was a severe allergic reaction to something, shall fix that if I recall the name. That aside, I kept getting distracted when writing this. So much .-. Although in my defense I was writing! Just....a series instead ^^;
Cross posted at my-prection a community for rare pairs and kyusung^^