Waking Up ch. 29
Title: Waking Up
Chapter: 29/?
Pairing: JungMin/YoungSaeng, HyungJun/KyuJong
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There's a place that no one knows about, where people are brought in but never leave. Until one night, six men escape from a man-made hell. The struggle to survive has just begun.
A/N: Ongoing RP with yeonah who plays HyunJoong, HyungJoon, and YoungSaeng. While I play KyuJong, JungMin and KiBum.
Feeling refreshed after the shower, JungMin pulled his clothes back on and rubbed the towel over his hair again to help along in the drying. Turning out the light, he opened the door slowly and slid out, not wanting to wake YoungSaeng.
Looking up at the empty bed, he gave a start. YoungSaeng had been right there when he went into the bathroom. "Saeng?" He said to the empty room, crossing towards the balcony, checking to see it was still shut and locked. Where did he go?
The room key was still on the table, and the door was unlocked, but YoungSaeng's shoes were gone. Panicking, JungMin grabbed the key and hurriedly tied his shoes. Maybe he just went to the vending machines. He hurried out the door, locking it behind him.
He wasn't at the vending machines. JungMin really started to panic now, he wouldn't have just left like that. Pushing the call button on the elevator repeatedly until the doors finally opened he got in and hit the button for the ground floor, tapping his foot the entire time it descended.
Stepping out of the elevator he looked around the lobby; still no sign of YoungSaeng. He approached the front desk and smiled. "Excuse me, my friend that I'm always with. Long black hair, comes up to my nose. Have you seen him?"
"Yes, your friend," the man behind the desk frowned and stood. "I have been meaning to say something to you about your friend. We do not appreciate the clientèle fraternizing with the staff here, this is not that kind of hotel."
"What?" JungMin blinked, forcing the smile so he didn't punch the guy square in the nose.
"Your friend it seems has been carrying on some sort of relationship with one of our maids, SangMi, she goes on and on about him. In fact they just left together. Please tell your friend that if this continues we'll have to ask him to leave," the man said with a sour face.
JungMin felt like the floor had opened up below him and he was falling endlessly. SangMi. Worked here. The smile turned sickly sweet. "Where can I find SangMi?"
YoungSaeng didn't look at her throughout the short walk, purposely avoiding her attempts to hold his hand. He just wanted to see his daughter, that was all. He would decide the rest when it came to that. The idea that he wouldn't be able to leave after seeing he had a child was at the front of his mind, but he avoided thinking about that too. One thing at a time.
"You should be nicer to your daughter's mother," SangMi frowned as she tried to get closer and YoungSaeng shifted away.
"I just want to see her," YoungSaeng said quietly, shoulders stiff. "That's all. Don't ask for anything else."
SangMi's frown deepened but she didn't reply. That should have been warning enough, but YoungSaeng was too distracted to notice.
They arrived outside a small apartment complex. SangMi had explained she'd moved here after graduating from college, and brought AeCha with her. Until then her parents had been looking after the baby girl while she finished her studies, only starting to look after her herself recently. "It's still so new, the idea of having a kid, I was a little overwhelmed," she chattered, YoungSaeng only half listening. Shivers ran along his arms as he hesitated before following her into one of the apartment units.
It was furnished almost exactly how he remembered her room to be back home, the same colors and ideas that he used to be so entranced with but now only made his stomach twist into knots. He didn't want to remember. "Where is she, SangMi?"
"Over here," SangMi smiled, taking off her shoes and padding over to a room at the far end. Doing the same, YoungSaeng followed hesitantly, listening for any of the usual noises that would indicate the presence of a two-year-old girl.
SangMi stepped out of the way so that he could walk into the room. There was a bed, and a crib in one corner.
But something was wrong...the bed was for an adult. And the crib looked like it had never been used.
Suddenly pain blossomed in his waist and he yelled in surprise, scrambling away from the source of the pain. Wide eyes looked from SangMi's angelic smile to the syringe imbedded in his skin before he hastily tore it out, tossing it away.
"You lied!" he yelled, furious at himself for falling for it. He tried to hurry past her, before everything span around him and he staggered, losing balance. She stopped him from falling over completely, running one small hand through his hair and whispering sweet nothings as he felt his entire body turn numb and unresponsive.
"You know, I kinda like the name AeCha," she smiled, eyes shining with a manic possession. "I'll have to remember it."
YoungSaeng tried to push her away, but the drugs had left him unable to even to that, the young woman easily brushing off the hands that pressed against her shoulders and leaning in to kiss his lips as she pushed him back onto the bed.
Running down the street, JungMin's mind was racing. Why did YoungSaeng go with her? Why didn't he wait, at least say something to him before he left. He was kicking himself for not noticing something had been off, that the girl had waited until the one moment YoungSaeng had been alone.
The front desk clerk had given him the directions after hearing the story, her building wasn't far. He barely noticed the people he was passing, focused entirely on where he was going. Before he knew it he was climbing the steps and throwing open the door and up the stairs two at a time. Reaching her floor he was jogging down the hall, looking for the right number.
When he reached the door, he didn't even stop to knock or check if the door was locked. He balled up his fist and smashed in the door, it fell back on its hinges and slammed into the wall. His eyes scanned the room, there was no one in the front room. He strode through the room towards a door that was half open and pushed it, eyes going wide.
YoungSaeng was sprawled on his back stripped bare, his hands and feet tied to the bed posts. SangMi was sitting astride him, hands around her back unhooking her bra, looking over her shoulder glaring daggers.
"GET OFF OF HIM!" JungMin grabbed her by the arm and tossed her from the bed to land in a heap on the floor. He glared at her for a moment, fists clenching before turning to YoungSaeng and starting to untie him. "Saeng? Are you okay?"
It was a moment before YoungSaeng could open his eyes, everything echoing as though from far away. He had no idea how he was even conscious; whatever had been in that syringe was powerful. And had left him utterly powerless.
Eyes cracking open, he looked up at JungMin through unfocused, glassy eyes as tears fell unbidden down his cheeks. "Min," he whispered, wanting to say more but his mouth wouldn't move. As he felt the rope around his wrists slacken, he tried to push himself up into a sitting position and failed, collapsing back onto the bed as his arms gave out on him, the tears flowing faster as he tried with a half-conscious desperation to get up.
"Hey, just give me a sec and we'll get you out of here, okay?" JungMin smiled, turning to loosen the bonds around his ankles. He staggered forward as the girl started beating at him with her hands.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're ruining everything! He's mine!" She was shrieking, trying to kick him as well.
With a snarl, JungMin whirled around and pushed her, she stumbled back, eyes wide in anger. "You are a stupid, stupid girl. Don't for one second think that I won't hit you because you're a girl." He grabbed her roughly by the arm and threw her out of the room, slamming the door in her face and locking it.
Turning back to YoungSaeng he quickly loosened the ropes and gathered his clothes from the floor, SangMi was screaming and beating at the door. Gently pulling YoungSaeng to a sitting position he started to get him dressed. "I was so worried Saeng..." he whispered.
Trying to see what was going on when SangMi started screaming, YoungSaeng felt a burst of relief when JungMin stepped back into his field of vision. Shaking as he was pulled upright, he tried to get his clothes on as well, numb fingers struggling to hold on to the material as tears continued to fall.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he choked out the words, unable to say anything else. When he utterly failed at doing the button on his jeans his hands fell away, shoulders shaking as he lifted lead-filled arms and held on to JungMin's shirt with as much strength as he could muster, fingers just barely managing to curl into the fabric.
"It's not your fault, Saeng," JungMin knelt down to help him button up his pants. "You had no way of knowing that she would do something like that again," he looked up into YoungSaeng's eyes, taking one of the hands curled into his shirt and holding it tight. "She's completely insane, and I am never going to let her hurt you again, I promise." He brought the hand to kiss the back of it, the other reaching up to stroke his cheek and wipe away the tears.
The pounding on the door continued and JungMin glared at it. "Let's get you out of here, are you able to walk or do I need to carry you?" He said, looking for and finding YoungSaeng's shoes and starting to put them on his feet.
YoungSaeng leaned into the hand against his cheek until it was removed, nearly falling over when it was. Everything was spinning and it was a miracle he hadn't passed out. "I-I don't know..." He tried to get up when his shoes were on, but his legs couldn't hold his weight and he fell back down with a strangled noise. "N-no."
The shaking wouldn't stop as he tried to keep himself from fully breaking down. YoungSaeng leaned forward to wrap his arms loosely around the other man's neck, hiding his face against his shirt to muffle the sound of pounding on the door.
"It's okay, I'll carry you," JungMin hugged him tight briefly, then pulled back and turned around. "Climb on, Saeng."
Swallowing, YoungSaeng secured his arms around JungMin's shoulders and managed to get his legs into position around the younger man's waist. Once he was on, he rested his cheek against JungMin's back, the other's black hair tickling his nose as he closed his eyes and focused on the warmth of JungMin's body.
Hooking his arms under YoungSaeng's knees, JungMin slowly stood and adjusted until he was sure YoungSaeng was secure. "Just hold on," he whispered, crossing to the door and managing to get it unlocked. When he opened the door, SangMi was standing in the way, her arms against the door frame and scowling. "Move," JungMin said coldly.
"I'm not letting you take him. He belongs with me," SangMi said, her skinny arms trembling. "We love each other. He's mine!"
"Move!" JungMin bellowed in the girl's face and she dropped back, eyes wide in terror. "He's not yours, he is his own person, and he doesn't love you." He growled, slowly moving out of the room glaring at her as they moved passed. "If you ever come near him again, I will make your life a living hell." He gave her a long scathing look and turned for the door, leaving the girl half naked and trembling behind him.
YoungSaeng shrank further against JungMin's back at the yelling, as if he could make himself disappear by doing so.
When he felt the cool night air against his skin, he sobbed in relief, hiding his face and tightening his grip on JungMin's shoulders as much as he could. "Thank you," he whimpered, as the reality of what had nearly happened again reached him through the drug-induced haze and the tears started again.
"You don't have to thank me," JungMin whispered. "I'll do anything to keep you safe." He set his jaw and headed back to the hotel, taking long strides to put as much distance between them and the girl as quickly as he could. It wasn't long and he was opening up the lobby doors, striding across toward the elevator. He saw the front desk clerk stand out of the corner of his eye, hopefully the man had believed him about SangMi.
He pressed the call button and waited for the elevator, stepping in when the doors opened and selected their floor. Almost there, he sighed, clinging tightly to YoungSaeng.
Unaware of the others around them, YoungSaeng focused on only JungMin, taking comfort from his presence. How could he have been so stupid? Because he'd believed for a moment, that he actually had a daughter...
He didn't say anything else, just cried quietly as the elevator moved and stopped on their floor.
Leaving the elevator when the doors opened, JungMin headed down to their room, managing to get it unlocked and open. Moving into the room, he eased YoungSaeng down onto the bed. He pulled back the covers and laid the man down, pulling off his shoes then tucking him in. "Give me one sec, I'll be right back." He stroked YoungSaeng's cheek then moved to shut and lock the door, kicking off his own shoes and rejoining YoungSaeng. Sliding under the covers, he pulled YoungSaeng into his arms and wrapped them tightly about the slim form.
YoungSaeng watched JungMin until he returned to the bed, giving a shaky sigh of relief when he felt warm arms around him. Pressing closer to the younger man, he hid his face against JungMin's neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, forcing his mouth to work, both the tremors from the fear and slight slurring from the drugs making it hard to understand. "She said...that I could see my daughter..."
"You should have waited for me," JungMin rubbed his back slowly, burying his face in YoungSaeng's hair. He sighed, he didn't want to reprimand YoungSaeng, not now. "There's no child Saeng. The clerk at the front desk told me SangMi has been working here for two years, and never once mentioned a child."
Listening, YoungSaeng nodded against JungMin's collar, shutting his eyes as more tears slipped out. "I guess I just wanted to believe her again, just once," he said quietly. It was that stupid, stupid part of him that was still locked in the past.
Not anymore. That last betrayal had broken her hold on him, erased any echo of love. The person he had fallen in love with didn't exist anymore.
"I know," JungMin kissed the top of his head, tightening his arms around YoungSaeng. He was trying to remain strong for YoungSaeng, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep the tears that were building from tumbling out. "Can you promise me something Saeng?" He asked quietly.
YoungSaeng opened his eyes, looking up at him with blurry vision. "Anything," he murmured. He owed JungMin so much, he couldn't even begin to pay him back.
Looking down at him, JungMin smiled lightly and stroked the tear stained cheeks. "Promise me the next time some batshit insane exgirlfriend comes around, wanting you to go home with her, shut the door. Or get me, and I'll shut the door."
A watery laugh escaped YoungSaeng as he nodded, leaning into the hand against his cheek. "Yeah. I will." He disentangled one hand from JungMin's shirt and held the other man's hand. Or tried to. He frowned tearfully as his fingers refused to bend any further. "Have I said how much I hate drugs?" He freed his other hand and bent his fingers around JungMin's properly.
"You have," JungMin smiled, looking down at their hands intertwined. "We should probably get some sleep, we need to get out of here first thing when we wake up."
The older man nodded again, feeling himself already falling asleep. He buried his head against JungMin's collar again, curling up against him and closing his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered again. "For everything." He didn't let go of JungMin's hand, holding it close.
"Don't mention it," JungMin murmured, nuzzling into YoungSaeng's hair. "Goodnight Saeng."
"Night Min," YoungSaeng murmured, slowly calming down. He had no idea how JungMin made him feel better so quickly, but he didn't want it to end. Burying his nose into his shirt, he drifted off gradually, never letting go.
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It was morning, KyuJong could tell without having to open his eyes. As he slowly stirred out of his slumber, the warm arms around him made him smile and protested the idea of moving for just a bit longer. Cuddling up against HyungJoon's chest, KyuJong recalled their discussion before sleep and a content warmth spread through him. It felt good to be wrapped up in his boyfriend's arms.
The shifting body against his slowly drew HyungJoon into some semblance of wakefulness, the young man mumbling sleepily before burying his face in KyuJong's hair in an attempt to hide from the sunlight, relaxing again after a moment. He didn't want to wake up, perfectly comfortable where he was.
"Morning," KyuJong murmured, cracking his eyes open and shifting to look up at HyungJoon. He smiled at the determined look on his face to stay asleep. "No use fighting it," he sighed, "have to wake up sometime."
"Says who?" was the mumbled answer, HyungJoon pulling KyuJong closer. "I'm comfy." He finally opened his eyes, looking down at KyuJong with a sleepy gaze.
"Didn't say we have to get out of bed, just that we have to wake up," KyuJong looked up at him, small smile playing on his lips. "I have no intentions of moving anytime soon."
"Good," HyungJoon smiled, nuzzling against him a little. Recalling the events of the past few days slowly, in particular last night, he leaned down to press his lips to KyuJong's forehead lightly. "Sleep okay?"
"Never better," KyuJong sighed happily, wrapping his arms around HyungJoon tighter and pressing himself against the younger. "You?"
"Same," HyungJoon smiled, closing his eyes again. "You're a comfy pillow," he teased, running one hand along KyuJong's back under the comforter.
"And you're a warm blanket," KyuJong wiggled to try and bury himself under HyungJoon a little more.
HyungJoon laughed, squirming a little. "I'm a heavy blanket though, careful." Their legs were tangled together again, but he didn't mind anymore, shifting slightly to feel how their bare feet rubbed together.
"You don't hear me complaining about it," KyuJong mused before he let out a giggle as HyungJoon's toe's tickled the bottom of his foot.
"I don't want to squish you," HyungJoon wrinkled his nose, repeating the motion with his foot, on purpose this time.
KyuJong couldn't form a response as he was now squealing and trying valiantly to kick his feet but with no success as their legs were so intertwined. "That tickles!" He managed to get out, wiggling and laughing.
"That's the point," the younger man grinned, making sure KyuJong's legs were successfully tangled up. "You're too ticklish." He ran his fingertips along the other man's waist, taking full advantage of the fact that KyuJong had just tried to wedge himself between HyungJoon and the bed and had no hope of getting away.
The feel of HyungJoon's fingers on his skin was having a very different affect, the tickling feeling felt very, very good. His eyes fluttered and he squirmed slightly. "Joon..." he whined.
"Yeah?" HyungJoon just smiled and repeated the motion, incorrectly thinking he was still tickling the older man.
Looking up at him with half lidded eyes, KyuJong gasped at the repeated action. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, he moved himself into the hand at his waist unconsciously. That felt really, really good.
Blinking down at him, HyungJoon finally realized the 'tickling' was having the reverse effect. "...Oh." He blushed a little, hand lingering against the other man's waist. "Should I stop?"
"If... you want," KyuJong said softly, his lips curled into a smile. Lowering his eyes, he brought his hand up to play with the collar of HyungJoon's shirt. "I wasn't complaining."
Chewing on his lower lip, HyungJoon looked down at him and blushed as KyuJong played with his collar. "I...probably should stop." He didn't remove his hand from KyuJong's waist though, liking the contact. He ducked his head a little to kiss the other man's forehead.
Sliding his hand around HyungJoon's neck, KyuJong pouted a little and shifted closer. "Doesn't seem like you're trying very hard to stop." He wrinkled his nose at the kiss to his forehead.
"Want me to stop that too?" HyungJoon pouted back and stopped kissing him.
"No," KyuJong whined, shifting up a little so he was face to face with HyungJoon. The hand at his neck was playing with his hair. "I didn't say anything about the kisses."
"But you wanted me to stop," the younger man pouted more at him, shivering slightly at the feeling of a hand in his hair.
"I did not," KyuJong whined in protest, mirroring the pout. "You're the one who said you were going to stop."
"But you were saying I wasn't trying very hard, implying you wanted me to stop," HyungJoon huffed, scooting closer.
KyuJong stared at him for a long moment before giving a sigh and shaking his head. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against HyungJoon's. "Don't stop," he murmured around the kiss.
There was no way HyungJoon could say no to that (and okay, maybe he'd been going for that reaction a little). One hand came up to twine into KyuJong's soft hair as he returned the kiss. "As you wish," he mumbled in return, the words lost against KyuJong's mouth as he deepened the kiss a little.
Seeing as conversation was unnecessary at this point, KyuJong happily lost himself into the feel of HyungJoon's lips against his own. The hand in his hair slid down to grip the back of his neck and his leg's tightened around the younger's.
HyungJoon moaned into the kiss at the increased pressure, squirming closer and flicking his tongue against KyuJong's upper lip questioningly. He could never get enough of the older man, it was like an addiction.
Lips parting eagerly, KyuJong tilted his head slightly and deepened the kiss further. His hand was slowly drifting away from his neck and down HyungJoon's chest to rest on his side. This was how every morning should be, waking up slowly to kisses and warm arms.
Delving into KyuJong's mouth, HyungJoon ran his hand through the other man's hair and along his cheek, just lightly touching, savoring the contact.
At the light touch, KyuJong moaned faintly into the kiss. His fingers curling into the fabric of HyungJoon's shirt, pulling up on it lightly, the digits craving for the feel of warm skin under them.
When KyuJong's fingers brushed against his stomach, HyungJoon gasped into the kiss, the sound melting into a soft whine as he arched into the contact, unable to stop himself. His legs pressed closer to KyuJong's, tangling further as he shifted further, more on top of KyuJong than before.
At the shift in position, KyuJong groaned at the weight on top of him. The fingers uncurled from his shirt and slid down and pressed into the exposed skin of HyungJoon's back. The kiss was intensified, KyuJong's tongue slipping and sliding over HyungJoon's, relishing in the taste of the younger man.
Arching again, HyungJoon released a strangled noise at the press of their hips together. One hand was keeping him from fully crushing KyuJong underneath him, the other trailing down over his shirt, pressing against the material and tracing the lines of KyuJong's body underneath.
Reflexively moving into the hand, KyuJong wound his other arm around HyungJoon's back, sliding them under his shirt. Reaching up to his shoulders and digging into the skin of his back.
Groaning, HyungJoon had to break the kiss to breath, panting against KyuJong's lips as he opened glazed-over eyes. "K-Kyu..." he breathed, able to taste the other man and it was driving him crazy.
When he broke away, KyuJong opened his eyes slowly to look into HyungJoon's. "Joon," he whispered, his hands were moving up and down the younger man's back. "Don't stop..."
Breathing unevenly, HyungJoon swallowed, his gaze wandering from KyuJong's eyes to his kiss-swollen lips. Before he could even think about stopping, he'd leaned down and reclaimed his boyfriend's lips before moving lower, mouth latching on to his jawline.
Gasping, KyuJong's head tilted up, his body arching up as well into HyungJoon. The sensations the younger man incited from him were extraordinary, he couldn't help wanting to feel more, to touch more. Caught up in the moment, he was pushing on HyungJoon's shirt, wanting it off.
Nipping at the skin under his lips, HyungJoon didn't protest as he felt his shirt being pushed off. Instead he moved to help KyuJong, wiggling slightly and shifting his arms to make it easier to pull off. He was past caring, wanting more. The hand against KyuJong's shirt slipped underneath, fingers spread out over his stomach.
Pulling the shirt off, KyuJong's hands immediately reattached themselves to HyungJoon, one around his shoulder's, the other tracing over his chest. At the feel of the hand on his stomach, KyuJong groaned, head falling back. It wasn't enough, he needed more, and began pulling his own shirt off.
KiBum had woken from where he had fallen asleep in the chair with a start. He winced at the crick in his neck and rubbed at it, looking around bleary eyed. HyunJoong was still asleep. Stretching, he stood and grunted at his legs being numb again.
The thought occurred to him that his brother was just down the hall, and hopefully those two would be up by now. Slipping on his shoes, he left the room and half stumbled his way down the hall. Reaching the door, he listened a little and thought he heard some noise, so tapped on the door.
Feeling what KyuJong was doing, HyungJoon moved to help him, hands pushing at the material of his shirt to expose the older man's chest. Suddenly the knock at the door made him jump, sitting up with wide eyes and flushed cheeks as he breathed unevenly.
Snapping out of the daze, he turned even more red. "Uh..." he removed his hands from under KyuJong's shirt and climbed off of him, scrambling to find his shirt again.
Blinking in surprise, KyuJong looked towards the door, wondering who would be knocking this early. "I hope that's not our neighbor's think we're too loud," he whispered, trying not to laugh. While HyungJoon was searching for his shirt, he was content to curl back up in the blankets.
"W-we weren't loud, were we?" HyungJoon all but squeaked, pulling on his shirt and nearly getting stuck. Finally pulling it on, he flattened his hair and did the best he could to get rid of the red in his face before he got up and walked to the door, peering into the peephole.
KiBum. Biting his lower lip and trying not to think about what had just happened so that he wouldn't turn into a living tomato, HyungJoon unlocked the door and opened it, smiling at his brother. "Morning."
"Morning!" KiBum grinned at his brother. "I thought I heard you guys up," he said, getting a good look at HyungJoon who looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. "HyunJoong's still asleep, thought I'd come see what you guys were up to."
"Er..." Yeah. What they were up to. Not thinking about that. "Just woke up actually," he laughed, hiding the nervous tone as he looked back at KyuJong before stepping aside for KiBum to come in.
"Oh, I didn't wake you did I?" KiBum asked as he stepped in. He looked around and saw a sizable lump in the blankets on the bed. "Morning KyuJong."
Biting on his fist to keep from laughing, KyuJong had pulled the covers over his head when HyungJoon had opened the door. At the address from KiBum, he put an arm out from underneath the blankets and waved his hand.
HyungJoon blinked at the lump under the covers before laughing. "I don't think he wants to get up." He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting KyuJong's covered legs. "What's up for today?"
"I dunno, I was thinking breakfast soon," KiBum took a seat in a chair, still grinning like a kid. "What did you guys usually do first thing?"
There was a strangled snort from under the covers. KyuJong was having a hard time keeping from laughing, and his face was burning.
"Breakfast," HyungJoon agreed, hitting KyuJong's legs and trying not to turn red. "Once Kyu's up. What's with the grin?" he asked, trying to distract KiBum with questions.
"Just happy to see you," KiBum shrugged, blinking a little at the noises KyuJong was making. "Is he okay?"
"Yeah, I think the lack of air under there is getting to his brain," HyungJoon replied, eyeing the lump. Suddenly getting an idea to get back at KyuJong and to distract his brother at the same time, he grinned mischievously. "I think I might need help getting him up, KiBummie."
"Oh?" KiBum tilted his head, grin still in place but a curious expression. He leaned in whispering. "What did you have in mind?"
Hearing the whispered conversation going on, KyuJong frowned, wondering what they were up to.
Leaning in as well, HyungJoon's grin became a smirk. "Well...I happen to exactly where he's ticklish." He explained in whispers what he wanted KiBum to help with.
KiBum's eyes widened and he looked at the lump. "Where?" He mouthed, sliding off his seat. The thought of how HyungJoon knew where KyuJong was ticklish didn't cross his mind.
"Neck, waist, behind his knees, and feet," HyungJoon replied, pointing out each spot on the lump. "Two each?"
Nodding, KiBum motioned that he'd take the knees and feet, tiptoeing over to the bed and getting himself into position. He grinned at his brother, trying hard not to laugh.
HyungJoon shifted further up the bed to where KyuJong's head was, grin wide enough to split his face in two. Seeing KyuJong hadn't noticed anything yet, he tried not to laugh and held up one hand, silently counting down. Three, two, one...
"GO!" he shouted, hands slipping under the blankets to find his two targets and began to tickle KyuJong mercilessly.
At the word, KiBum lifted up the blanket and found KyuJong's feet, starting to tickle, laughing the entire time.
When the hands came down into the blankets, KyuJong blinked until they started to attack him. Squealing, he squirmed and kicked his feet to get away from the unrelenting fingers. "Joon~!" He was laughing in between squeals. His feet were kicking hard at KiBum's finger's, and one good kick connected with the younger's chest.
Yelping, KiBum toppled off the bed onto the floor when the foot hit him square in the chest.
Laughing loudly, HyungJoon continued to tickle KyuJong despite the struggling. When he felt himself slipping off the bed, he grabbed onto the older man and dragged him off along with him, yelping as he landed on the bottom of the pile, thankfully missing landing on top of KiBum by a margin. He started laughing again when he got his breath back, flailing.
Letting out a cry when he was pulled out of bed onto the floor, KyuJong tried to catch his breath as he stared down at HyungJoon who was laughing. "Why you..." he glowered. Sitting up, he straddled HyungJoon's waist and started tickling him on his sides. "KiBum, I may have to murder your brother, you shouldn't watch." He said, not letting up on the attack.
Watching, KiBum was doubled over from a mix of pain and laughter, clutching at his sore ribs.
HyungJoon's laughter morphed into a shriek as he was suddenly attacked. "H-hey!" He squeaked, flailing more and kicking without effect as he laughed. "KIBUM, HELP~!" He bucked underneath KyuJong, laughing and shrieking as he tried to get away.
"Heck no, I already got kicked once," KiBum leaned up against the bed, still laughing. "Besides it was your idea."
"Traitor!" HyungJoon managed to get out before coherency was lost to loud, breathless laughter, hitting at KyuJong's chest without energy in a lame attempt to get him off, feet kicking thin air.
Letting up, KyuJong toppled over to the side in a fit of laughter at HyungJoon's pitiful attempts to get free. "That's what you get!" He wheezed out, rolling around.
Shaking his head at the two of them, KiBum got to his feet. "Well that was fun, but I'm going to go wake up HyunJoong and see what he wants for breakfast. You two can join us there when you're back to normal." He nudged his brother in the ribs with his foot. "Children," he sighed and headed out of the room.
Panting from lack of oxygen, HyungJoon squeaked when he was nudged and rolled over to watch KiBum leave the room. Once the door was closed, he rolled over to KyuJong, straddling his waist and pouting down at him. "You suck at not giving things away."
Blinking up at him with a coy smile, KyuJong tried to look thoroughly abashed but it wasn't working. "I don't know what you're talking about, I wasn't doing anything."
"Yes you were, you know what I mean." HyungJoon poked his chest. "We both heard you laughing under there, you can't hide it."
"I could have been laughing about anything, he didn't suspect a thing," KyuJong stuck his tongue out at HyungJoon and poked him back in the stomach.
"Except for the fact that your timing is horrible, always laughing at those questions." HyungJoon squeaked at the poke, poking him back and wrinkling his nose. "You are a horrible, horrible hyung."
"Horrible timing, that's all it was," KyuJong snickered, poking him again. "And as horrible as I am, you still like me."
"Yeah," HyungJoon sighed, letting up with the pokes as he gave a lopsided smile down at the older man. Leaning down and pressing his hands against the ground, he kissed KyuJong before climbing off of him. "We should probably go see them."
"Probably," KyuJong pouted when he stood, holding up his hands to be helped up. Thinking about that though reminded him of his conversation with HyunJoong the night before. He wasn't looking forward to that conversation, but knew that they needed to get it out of the way. They still had to work together and get out of the city.
Getting to his feet, HyungJoon took KyuJong's hands and pulled him back up, then laughed. "Your hair's like someone took a balloon to it." He reached up and tried to brush down the other man's hair.
"Your fault," KyuJong muttered, straightening HyungJoon's shirt. "And your hair's not much better. We should invest in a comb."
"That would be a great idea actually. And scissors for a haircut." HyungJoon blew at the strands that fell into his eyes repeatedly. It wasn't as if they could do much else with JungMin and YoungSaeng still missing, and he had a while before he had to go to work.
"I'm sure we can find some time to do that," KyuJong smiled, reaching up to smooth the bangs out of HyungJoon's eyes. His own hair was a manageable length, having received regular haircuts at the facility unlike the patients. "We can make plans for the day with other's."
"Sounds good. It's probably going to be a pretty relaxed day, until I go to work." Even if they had found HyunJoong again, he had decided it was better to keep on working anyways. The former guard's money wasn't going to last forever, and it was nice to have extra money for small things like scissors and a brush.
His smile widened as KyuJong's fingers smoothed away his bangs. Leaning in to kiss him again, he caught the older man's hands. "Let's get going?" He looked around for his shoes.
Pouting, KyuJong found his shoes and started to tie them up. He still didn't like the idea of HyungJoon being away for a long period of time, but knew that they could use the money. At least there was HyunJoong and KiBum here now to talk to.
"Oh, that reminds me," he looked over at HyungJoon, pulling on his other shoe, "we can't go anywhere alone, now that it's certain the facility knows we are here. Someone's going to have to go with you to work and back."
In the middle of tying his shoes, HyungJoon looked up at him. "Okay. We'll have to talk about that too then." He wasn't sure who would be going with him in that case. Most likely KiBum.
He straightened once his shoes were fixed, stretching. "Let's go see what's the plan for breakfast."
Standing back up, KyuJong nodded and headed to the door. "At least we have plenty of time before you have to go," he smiled. A part of him was sad that it wasn't just him and HyungJoon now, going out to eat whatever they decided on. He opened the door and stepped out into the hall, waiting for HyungJoon.
"Mhm." HyungJoon followed KyuJong out, locking the door as he left the room. Resisting the urge to take KyuJong's hand, he walked down the hallway with him to his brother and HyunJoong's room, knocking on the door lightly.
Taking a deep breath, KyuJong waited until the door was opened. He hoped HyunJoong wasn't too mad at him. It was probably best to just go on, pretend that it hadn't happened.
Chapter: 29/?
Pairing: JungMin/YoungSaeng, HyungJun/KyuJong
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There's a place that no one knows about, where people are brought in but never leave. Until one night, six men escape from a man-made hell. The struggle to survive has just begun.
A/N: Ongoing RP with yeonah who plays HyunJoong, HyungJoon, and YoungSaeng. While I play KyuJong, JungMin and KiBum.
Feeling refreshed after the shower, JungMin pulled his clothes back on and rubbed the towel over his hair again to help along in the drying. Turning out the light, he opened the door slowly and slid out, not wanting to wake YoungSaeng.
Looking up at the empty bed, he gave a start. YoungSaeng had been right there when he went into the bathroom. "Saeng?" He said to the empty room, crossing towards the balcony, checking to see it was still shut and locked. Where did he go?
The room key was still on the table, and the door was unlocked, but YoungSaeng's shoes were gone. Panicking, JungMin grabbed the key and hurriedly tied his shoes. Maybe he just went to the vending machines. He hurried out the door, locking it behind him.
He wasn't at the vending machines. JungMin really started to panic now, he wouldn't have just left like that. Pushing the call button on the elevator repeatedly until the doors finally opened he got in and hit the button for the ground floor, tapping his foot the entire time it descended.
Stepping out of the elevator he looked around the lobby; still no sign of YoungSaeng. He approached the front desk and smiled. "Excuse me, my friend that I'm always with. Long black hair, comes up to my nose. Have you seen him?"
"Yes, your friend," the man behind the desk frowned and stood. "I have been meaning to say something to you about your friend. We do not appreciate the clientèle fraternizing with the staff here, this is not that kind of hotel."
"What?" JungMin blinked, forcing the smile so he didn't punch the guy square in the nose.
"Your friend it seems has been carrying on some sort of relationship with one of our maids, SangMi, she goes on and on about him. In fact they just left together. Please tell your friend that if this continues we'll have to ask him to leave," the man said with a sour face.
JungMin felt like the floor had opened up below him and he was falling endlessly. SangMi. Worked here. The smile turned sickly sweet. "Where can I find SangMi?"
YoungSaeng didn't look at her throughout the short walk, purposely avoiding her attempts to hold his hand. He just wanted to see his daughter, that was all. He would decide the rest when it came to that. The idea that he wouldn't be able to leave after seeing he had a child was at the front of his mind, but he avoided thinking about that too. One thing at a time.
"You should be nicer to your daughter's mother," SangMi frowned as she tried to get closer and YoungSaeng shifted away.
"I just want to see her," YoungSaeng said quietly, shoulders stiff. "That's all. Don't ask for anything else."
SangMi's frown deepened but she didn't reply. That should have been warning enough, but YoungSaeng was too distracted to notice.
They arrived outside a small apartment complex. SangMi had explained she'd moved here after graduating from college, and brought AeCha with her. Until then her parents had been looking after the baby girl while she finished her studies, only starting to look after her herself recently. "It's still so new, the idea of having a kid, I was a little overwhelmed," she chattered, YoungSaeng only half listening. Shivers ran along his arms as he hesitated before following her into one of the apartment units.
It was furnished almost exactly how he remembered her room to be back home, the same colors and ideas that he used to be so entranced with but now only made his stomach twist into knots. He didn't want to remember. "Where is she, SangMi?"
"Over here," SangMi smiled, taking off her shoes and padding over to a room at the far end. Doing the same, YoungSaeng followed hesitantly, listening for any of the usual noises that would indicate the presence of a two-year-old girl.
SangMi stepped out of the way so that he could walk into the room. There was a bed, and a crib in one corner.
But something was wrong...the bed was for an adult. And the crib looked like it had never been used.
Suddenly pain blossomed in his waist and he yelled in surprise, scrambling away from the source of the pain. Wide eyes looked from SangMi's angelic smile to the syringe imbedded in his skin before he hastily tore it out, tossing it away.
"You lied!" he yelled, furious at himself for falling for it. He tried to hurry past her, before everything span around him and he staggered, losing balance. She stopped him from falling over completely, running one small hand through his hair and whispering sweet nothings as he felt his entire body turn numb and unresponsive.
"You know, I kinda like the name AeCha," she smiled, eyes shining with a manic possession. "I'll have to remember it."
YoungSaeng tried to push her away, but the drugs had left him unable to even to that, the young woman easily brushing off the hands that pressed against her shoulders and leaning in to kiss his lips as she pushed him back onto the bed.
Running down the street, JungMin's mind was racing. Why did YoungSaeng go with her? Why didn't he wait, at least say something to him before he left. He was kicking himself for not noticing something had been off, that the girl had waited until the one moment YoungSaeng had been alone.
The front desk clerk had given him the directions after hearing the story, her building wasn't far. He barely noticed the people he was passing, focused entirely on where he was going. Before he knew it he was climbing the steps and throwing open the door and up the stairs two at a time. Reaching her floor he was jogging down the hall, looking for the right number.
When he reached the door, he didn't even stop to knock or check if the door was locked. He balled up his fist and smashed in the door, it fell back on its hinges and slammed into the wall. His eyes scanned the room, there was no one in the front room. He strode through the room towards a door that was half open and pushed it, eyes going wide.
YoungSaeng was sprawled on his back stripped bare, his hands and feet tied to the bed posts. SangMi was sitting astride him, hands around her back unhooking her bra, looking over her shoulder glaring daggers.
"GET OFF OF HIM!" JungMin grabbed her by the arm and tossed her from the bed to land in a heap on the floor. He glared at her for a moment, fists clenching before turning to YoungSaeng and starting to untie him. "Saeng? Are you okay?"
It was a moment before YoungSaeng could open his eyes, everything echoing as though from far away. He had no idea how he was even conscious; whatever had been in that syringe was powerful. And had left him utterly powerless.
Eyes cracking open, he looked up at JungMin through unfocused, glassy eyes as tears fell unbidden down his cheeks. "Min," he whispered, wanting to say more but his mouth wouldn't move. As he felt the rope around his wrists slacken, he tried to push himself up into a sitting position and failed, collapsing back onto the bed as his arms gave out on him, the tears flowing faster as he tried with a half-conscious desperation to get up.
"Hey, just give me a sec and we'll get you out of here, okay?" JungMin smiled, turning to loosen the bonds around his ankles. He staggered forward as the girl started beating at him with her hands.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're ruining everything! He's mine!" She was shrieking, trying to kick him as well.
With a snarl, JungMin whirled around and pushed her, she stumbled back, eyes wide in anger. "You are a stupid, stupid girl. Don't for one second think that I won't hit you because you're a girl." He grabbed her roughly by the arm and threw her out of the room, slamming the door in her face and locking it.
Turning back to YoungSaeng he quickly loosened the ropes and gathered his clothes from the floor, SangMi was screaming and beating at the door. Gently pulling YoungSaeng to a sitting position he started to get him dressed. "I was so worried Saeng..." he whispered.
Trying to see what was going on when SangMi started screaming, YoungSaeng felt a burst of relief when JungMin stepped back into his field of vision. Shaking as he was pulled upright, he tried to get his clothes on as well, numb fingers struggling to hold on to the material as tears continued to fall.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he choked out the words, unable to say anything else. When he utterly failed at doing the button on his jeans his hands fell away, shoulders shaking as he lifted lead-filled arms and held on to JungMin's shirt with as much strength as he could muster, fingers just barely managing to curl into the fabric.
"It's not your fault, Saeng," JungMin knelt down to help him button up his pants. "You had no way of knowing that she would do something like that again," he looked up into YoungSaeng's eyes, taking one of the hands curled into his shirt and holding it tight. "She's completely insane, and I am never going to let her hurt you again, I promise." He brought the hand to kiss the back of it, the other reaching up to stroke his cheek and wipe away the tears.
The pounding on the door continued and JungMin glared at it. "Let's get you out of here, are you able to walk or do I need to carry you?" He said, looking for and finding YoungSaeng's shoes and starting to put them on his feet.
YoungSaeng leaned into the hand against his cheek until it was removed, nearly falling over when it was. Everything was spinning and it was a miracle he hadn't passed out. "I-I don't know..." He tried to get up when his shoes were on, but his legs couldn't hold his weight and he fell back down with a strangled noise. "N-no."
The shaking wouldn't stop as he tried to keep himself from fully breaking down. YoungSaeng leaned forward to wrap his arms loosely around the other man's neck, hiding his face against his shirt to muffle the sound of pounding on the door.
"It's okay, I'll carry you," JungMin hugged him tight briefly, then pulled back and turned around. "Climb on, Saeng."
Swallowing, YoungSaeng secured his arms around JungMin's shoulders and managed to get his legs into position around the younger man's waist. Once he was on, he rested his cheek against JungMin's back, the other's black hair tickling his nose as he closed his eyes and focused on the warmth of JungMin's body.
Hooking his arms under YoungSaeng's knees, JungMin slowly stood and adjusted until he was sure YoungSaeng was secure. "Just hold on," he whispered, crossing to the door and managing to get it unlocked. When he opened the door, SangMi was standing in the way, her arms against the door frame and scowling. "Move," JungMin said coldly.
"I'm not letting you take him. He belongs with me," SangMi said, her skinny arms trembling. "We love each other. He's mine!"
"Move!" JungMin bellowed in the girl's face and she dropped back, eyes wide in terror. "He's not yours, he is his own person, and he doesn't love you." He growled, slowly moving out of the room glaring at her as they moved passed. "If you ever come near him again, I will make your life a living hell." He gave her a long scathing look and turned for the door, leaving the girl half naked and trembling behind him.
YoungSaeng shrank further against JungMin's back at the yelling, as if he could make himself disappear by doing so.
When he felt the cool night air against his skin, he sobbed in relief, hiding his face and tightening his grip on JungMin's shoulders as much as he could. "Thank you," he whimpered, as the reality of what had nearly happened again reached him through the drug-induced haze and the tears started again.
"You don't have to thank me," JungMin whispered. "I'll do anything to keep you safe." He set his jaw and headed back to the hotel, taking long strides to put as much distance between them and the girl as quickly as he could. It wasn't long and he was opening up the lobby doors, striding across toward the elevator. He saw the front desk clerk stand out of the corner of his eye, hopefully the man had believed him about SangMi.
He pressed the call button and waited for the elevator, stepping in when the doors opened and selected their floor. Almost there, he sighed, clinging tightly to YoungSaeng.
Unaware of the others around them, YoungSaeng focused on only JungMin, taking comfort from his presence. How could he have been so stupid? Because he'd believed for a moment, that he actually had a daughter...
He didn't say anything else, just cried quietly as the elevator moved and stopped on their floor.
Leaving the elevator when the doors opened, JungMin headed down to their room, managing to get it unlocked and open. Moving into the room, he eased YoungSaeng down onto the bed. He pulled back the covers and laid the man down, pulling off his shoes then tucking him in. "Give me one sec, I'll be right back." He stroked YoungSaeng's cheek then moved to shut and lock the door, kicking off his own shoes and rejoining YoungSaeng. Sliding under the covers, he pulled YoungSaeng into his arms and wrapped them tightly about the slim form.
YoungSaeng watched JungMin until he returned to the bed, giving a shaky sigh of relief when he felt warm arms around him. Pressing closer to the younger man, he hid his face against JungMin's neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, forcing his mouth to work, both the tremors from the fear and slight slurring from the drugs making it hard to understand. "She said...that I could see my daughter..."
"You should have waited for me," JungMin rubbed his back slowly, burying his face in YoungSaeng's hair. He sighed, he didn't want to reprimand YoungSaeng, not now. "There's no child Saeng. The clerk at the front desk told me SangMi has been working here for two years, and never once mentioned a child."
Listening, YoungSaeng nodded against JungMin's collar, shutting his eyes as more tears slipped out. "I guess I just wanted to believe her again, just once," he said quietly. It was that stupid, stupid part of him that was still locked in the past.
Not anymore. That last betrayal had broken her hold on him, erased any echo of love. The person he had fallen in love with didn't exist anymore.
"I know," JungMin kissed the top of his head, tightening his arms around YoungSaeng. He was trying to remain strong for YoungSaeng, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep the tears that were building from tumbling out. "Can you promise me something Saeng?" He asked quietly.
YoungSaeng opened his eyes, looking up at him with blurry vision. "Anything," he murmured. He owed JungMin so much, he couldn't even begin to pay him back.
Looking down at him, JungMin smiled lightly and stroked the tear stained cheeks. "Promise me the next time some batshit insane exgirlfriend comes around, wanting you to go home with her, shut the door. Or get me, and I'll shut the door."
A watery laugh escaped YoungSaeng as he nodded, leaning into the hand against his cheek. "Yeah. I will." He disentangled one hand from JungMin's shirt and held the other man's hand. Or tried to. He frowned tearfully as his fingers refused to bend any further. "Have I said how much I hate drugs?" He freed his other hand and bent his fingers around JungMin's properly.
"You have," JungMin smiled, looking down at their hands intertwined. "We should probably get some sleep, we need to get out of here first thing when we wake up."
The older man nodded again, feeling himself already falling asleep. He buried his head against JungMin's collar again, curling up against him and closing his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered again. "For everything." He didn't let go of JungMin's hand, holding it close.
"Don't mention it," JungMin murmured, nuzzling into YoungSaeng's hair. "Goodnight Saeng."
"Night Min," YoungSaeng murmured, slowly calming down. He had no idea how JungMin made him feel better so quickly, but he didn't want it to end. Burying his nose into his shirt, he drifted off gradually, never letting go.
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It was morning, KyuJong could tell without having to open his eyes. As he slowly stirred out of his slumber, the warm arms around him made him smile and protested the idea of moving for just a bit longer. Cuddling up against HyungJoon's chest, KyuJong recalled their discussion before sleep and a content warmth spread through him. It felt good to be wrapped up in his boyfriend's arms.
The shifting body against his slowly drew HyungJoon into some semblance of wakefulness, the young man mumbling sleepily before burying his face in KyuJong's hair in an attempt to hide from the sunlight, relaxing again after a moment. He didn't want to wake up, perfectly comfortable where he was.
"Morning," KyuJong murmured, cracking his eyes open and shifting to look up at HyungJoon. He smiled at the determined look on his face to stay asleep. "No use fighting it," he sighed, "have to wake up sometime."
"Says who?" was the mumbled answer, HyungJoon pulling KyuJong closer. "I'm comfy." He finally opened his eyes, looking down at KyuJong with a sleepy gaze.
"Didn't say we have to get out of bed, just that we have to wake up," KyuJong looked up at him, small smile playing on his lips. "I have no intentions of moving anytime soon."
"Good," HyungJoon smiled, nuzzling against him a little. Recalling the events of the past few days slowly, in particular last night, he leaned down to press his lips to KyuJong's forehead lightly. "Sleep okay?"
"Never better," KyuJong sighed happily, wrapping his arms around HyungJoon tighter and pressing himself against the younger. "You?"
"Same," HyungJoon smiled, closing his eyes again. "You're a comfy pillow," he teased, running one hand along KyuJong's back under the comforter.
"And you're a warm blanket," KyuJong wiggled to try and bury himself under HyungJoon a little more.
HyungJoon laughed, squirming a little. "I'm a heavy blanket though, careful." Their legs were tangled together again, but he didn't mind anymore, shifting slightly to feel how their bare feet rubbed together.
"You don't hear me complaining about it," KyuJong mused before he let out a giggle as HyungJoon's toe's tickled the bottom of his foot.
"I don't want to squish you," HyungJoon wrinkled his nose, repeating the motion with his foot, on purpose this time.
KyuJong couldn't form a response as he was now squealing and trying valiantly to kick his feet but with no success as their legs were so intertwined. "That tickles!" He managed to get out, wiggling and laughing.
"That's the point," the younger man grinned, making sure KyuJong's legs were successfully tangled up. "You're too ticklish." He ran his fingertips along the other man's waist, taking full advantage of the fact that KyuJong had just tried to wedge himself between HyungJoon and the bed and had no hope of getting away.
The feel of HyungJoon's fingers on his skin was having a very different affect, the tickling feeling felt very, very good. His eyes fluttered and he squirmed slightly. "Joon..." he whined.
"Yeah?" HyungJoon just smiled and repeated the motion, incorrectly thinking he was still tickling the older man.
Looking up at him with half lidded eyes, KyuJong gasped at the repeated action. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, he moved himself into the hand at his waist unconsciously. That felt really, really good.
Blinking down at him, HyungJoon finally realized the 'tickling' was having the reverse effect. "...Oh." He blushed a little, hand lingering against the other man's waist. "Should I stop?"
"If... you want," KyuJong said softly, his lips curled into a smile. Lowering his eyes, he brought his hand up to play with the collar of HyungJoon's shirt. "I wasn't complaining."
Chewing on his lower lip, HyungJoon looked down at him and blushed as KyuJong played with his collar. "I...probably should stop." He didn't remove his hand from KyuJong's waist though, liking the contact. He ducked his head a little to kiss the other man's forehead.
Sliding his hand around HyungJoon's neck, KyuJong pouted a little and shifted closer. "Doesn't seem like you're trying very hard to stop." He wrinkled his nose at the kiss to his forehead.
"Want me to stop that too?" HyungJoon pouted back and stopped kissing him.
"No," KyuJong whined, shifting up a little so he was face to face with HyungJoon. The hand at his neck was playing with his hair. "I didn't say anything about the kisses."
"But you wanted me to stop," the younger man pouted more at him, shivering slightly at the feeling of a hand in his hair.
"I did not," KyuJong whined in protest, mirroring the pout. "You're the one who said you were going to stop."
"But you were saying I wasn't trying very hard, implying you wanted me to stop," HyungJoon huffed, scooting closer.
KyuJong stared at him for a long moment before giving a sigh and shaking his head. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against HyungJoon's. "Don't stop," he murmured around the kiss.
There was no way HyungJoon could say no to that (and okay, maybe he'd been going for that reaction a little). One hand came up to twine into KyuJong's soft hair as he returned the kiss. "As you wish," he mumbled in return, the words lost against KyuJong's mouth as he deepened the kiss a little.
Seeing as conversation was unnecessary at this point, KyuJong happily lost himself into the feel of HyungJoon's lips against his own. The hand in his hair slid down to grip the back of his neck and his leg's tightened around the younger's.
HyungJoon moaned into the kiss at the increased pressure, squirming closer and flicking his tongue against KyuJong's upper lip questioningly. He could never get enough of the older man, it was like an addiction.
Lips parting eagerly, KyuJong tilted his head slightly and deepened the kiss further. His hand was slowly drifting away from his neck and down HyungJoon's chest to rest on his side. This was how every morning should be, waking up slowly to kisses and warm arms.
Delving into KyuJong's mouth, HyungJoon ran his hand through the other man's hair and along his cheek, just lightly touching, savoring the contact.
At the light touch, KyuJong moaned faintly into the kiss. His fingers curling into the fabric of HyungJoon's shirt, pulling up on it lightly, the digits craving for the feel of warm skin under them.
When KyuJong's fingers brushed against his stomach, HyungJoon gasped into the kiss, the sound melting into a soft whine as he arched into the contact, unable to stop himself. His legs pressed closer to KyuJong's, tangling further as he shifted further, more on top of KyuJong than before.
At the shift in position, KyuJong groaned at the weight on top of him. The fingers uncurled from his shirt and slid down and pressed into the exposed skin of HyungJoon's back. The kiss was intensified, KyuJong's tongue slipping and sliding over HyungJoon's, relishing in the taste of the younger man.
Arching again, HyungJoon released a strangled noise at the press of their hips together. One hand was keeping him from fully crushing KyuJong underneath him, the other trailing down over his shirt, pressing against the material and tracing the lines of KyuJong's body underneath.
Reflexively moving into the hand, KyuJong wound his other arm around HyungJoon's back, sliding them under his shirt. Reaching up to his shoulders and digging into the skin of his back.
Groaning, HyungJoon had to break the kiss to breath, panting against KyuJong's lips as he opened glazed-over eyes. "K-Kyu..." he breathed, able to taste the other man and it was driving him crazy.
When he broke away, KyuJong opened his eyes slowly to look into HyungJoon's. "Joon," he whispered, his hands were moving up and down the younger man's back. "Don't stop..."
Breathing unevenly, HyungJoon swallowed, his gaze wandering from KyuJong's eyes to his kiss-swollen lips. Before he could even think about stopping, he'd leaned down and reclaimed his boyfriend's lips before moving lower, mouth latching on to his jawline.
Gasping, KyuJong's head tilted up, his body arching up as well into HyungJoon. The sensations the younger man incited from him were extraordinary, he couldn't help wanting to feel more, to touch more. Caught up in the moment, he was pushing on HyungJoon's shirt, wanting it off.
Nipping at the skin under his lips, HyungJoon didn't protest as he felt his shirt being pushed off. Instead he moved to help KyuJong, wiggling slightly and shifting his arms to make it easier to pull off. He was past caring, wanting more. The hand against KyuJong's shirt slipped underneath, fingers spread out over his stomach.
Pulling the shirt off, KyuJong's hands immediately reattached themselves to HyungJoon, one around his shoulder's, the other tracing over his chest. At the feel of the hand on his stomach, KyuJong groaned, head falling back. It wasn't enough, he needed more, and began pulling his own shirt off.
KiBum had woken from where he had fallen asleep in the chair with a start. He winced at the crick in his neck and rubbed at it, looking around bleary eyed. HyunJoong was still asleep. Stretching, he stood and grunted at his legs being numb again.
The thought occurred to him that his brother was just down the hall, and hopefully those two would be up by now. Slipping on his shoes, he left the room and half stumbled his way down the hall. Reaching the door, he listened a little and thought he heard some noise, so tapped on the door.
Feeling what KyuJong was doing, HyungJoon moved to help him, hands pushing at the material of his shirt to expose the older man's chest. Suddenly the knock at the door made him jump, sitting up with wide eyes and flushed cheeks as he breathed unevenly.
Snapping out of the daze, he turned even more red. "Uh..." he removed his hands from under KyuJong's shirt and climbed off of him, scrambling to find his shirt again.
Blinking in surprise, KyuJong looked towards the door, wondering who would be knocking this early. "I hope that's not our neighbor's think we're too loud," he whispered, trying not to laugh. While HyungJoon was searching for his shirt, he was content to curl back up in the blankets.
"W-we weren't loud, were we?" HyungJoon all but squeaked, pulling on his shirt and nearly getting stuck. Finally pulling it on, he flattened his hair and did the best he could to get rid of the red in his face before he got up and walked to the door, peering into the peephole.
KiBum. Biting his lower lip and trying not to think about what had just happened so that he wouldn't turn into a living tomato, HyungJoon unlocked the door and opened it, smiling at his brother. "Morning."
"Morning!" KiBum grinned at his brother. "I thought I heard you guys up," he said, getting a good look at HyungJoon who looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. "HyunJoong's still asleep, thought I'd come see what you guys were up to."
"Er..." Yeah. What they were up to. Not thinking about that. "Just woke up actually," he laughed, hiding the nervous tone as he looked back at KyuJong before stepping aside for KiBum to come in.
"Oh, I didn't wake you did I?" KiBum asked as he stepped in. He looked around and saw a sizable lump in the blankets on the bed. "Morning KyuJong."
Biting on his fist to keep from laughing, KyuJong had pulled the covers over his head when HyungJoon had opened the door. At the address from KiBum, he put an arm out from underneath the blankets and waved his hand.
HyungJoon blinked at the lump under the covers before laughing. "I don't think he wants to get up." He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting KyuJong's covered legs. "What's up for today?"
"I dunno, I was thinking breakfast soon," KiBum took a seat in a chair, still grinning like a kid. "What did you guys usually do first thing?"
There was a strangled snort from under the covers. KyuJong was having a hard time keeping from laughing, and his face was burning.
"Breakfast," HyungJoon agreed, hitting KyuJong's legs and trying not to turn red. "Once Kyu's up. What's with the grin?" he asked, trying to distract KiBum with questions.
"Just happy to see you," KiBum shrugged, blinking a little at the noises KyuJong was making. "Is he okay?"
"Yeah, I think the lack of air under there is getting to his brain," HyungJoon replied, eyeing the lump. Suddenly getting an idea to get back at KyuJong and to distract his brother at the same time, he grinned mischievously. "I think I might need help getting him up, KiBummie."
"Oh?" KiBum tilted his head, grin still in place but a curious expression. He leaned in whispering. "What did you have in mind?"
Hearing the whispered conversation going on, KyuJong frowned, wondering what they were up to.
Leaning in as well, HyungJoon's grin became a smirk. "Well...I happen to exactly where he's ticklish." He explained in whispers what he wanted KiBum to help with.
KiBum's eyes widened and he looked at the lump. "Where?" He mouthed, sliding off his seat. The thought of how HyungJoon knew where KyuJong was ticklish didn't cross his mind.
"Neck, waist, behind his knees, and feet," HyungJoon replied, pointing out each spot on the lump. "Two each?"
Nodding, KiBum motioned that he'd take the knees and feet, tiptoeing over to the bed and getting himself into position. He grinned at his brother, trying hard not to laugh.
HyungJoon shifted further up the bed to where KyuJong's head was, grin wide enough to split his face in two. Seeing KyuJong hadn't noticed anything yet, he tried not to laugh and held up one hand, silently counting down. Three, two, one...
"GO!" he shouted, hands slipping under the blankets to find his two targets and began to tickle KyuJong mercilessly.
At the word, KiBum lifted up the blanket and found KyuJong's feet, starting to tickle, laughing the entire time.
When the hands came down into the blankets, KyuJong blinked until they started to attack him. Squealing, he squirmed and kicked his feet to get away from the unrelenting fingers. "Joon~!" He was laughing in between squeals. His feet were kicking hard at KiBum's finger's, and one good kick connected with the younger's chest.
Yelping, KiBum toppled off the bed onto the floor when the foot hit him square in the chest.
Laughing loudly, HyungJoon continued to tickle KyuJong despite the struggling. When he felt himself slipping off the bed, he grabbed onto the older man and dragged him off along with him, yelping as he landed on the bottom of the pile, thankfully missing landing on top of KiBum by a margin. He started laughing again when he got his breath back, flailing.
Letting out a cry when he was pulled out of bed onto the floor, KyuJong tried to catch his breath as he stared down at HyungJoon who was laughing. "Why you..." he glowered. Sitting up, he straddled HyungJoon's waist and started tickling him on his sides. "KiBum, I may have to murder your brother, you shouldn't watch." He said, not letting up on the attack.
Watching, KiBum was doubled over from a mix of pain and laughter, clutching at his sore ribs.
HyungJoon's laughter morphed into a shriek as he was suddenly attacked. "H-hey!" He squeaked, flailing more and kicking without effect as he laughed. "KIBUM, HELP~!" He bucked underneath KyuJong, laughing and shrieking as he tried to get away.
"Heck no, I already got kicked once," KiBum leaned up against the bed, still laughing. "Besides it was your idea."
"Traitor!" HyungJoon managed to get out before coherency was lost to loud, breathless laughter, hitting at KyuJong's chest without energy in a lame attempt to get him off, feet kicking thin air.
Letting up, KyuJong toppled over to the side in a fit of laughter at HyungJoon's pitiful attempts to get free. "That's what you get!" He wheezed out, rolling around.
Shaking his head at the two of them, KiBum got to his feet. "Well that was fun, but I'm going to go wake up HyunJoong and see what he wants for breakfast. You two can join us there when you're back to normal." He nudged his brother in the ribs with his foot. "Children," he sighed and headed out of the room.
Panting from lack of oxygen, HyungJoon squeaked when he was nudged and rolled over to watch KiBum leave the room. Once the door was closed, he rolled over to KyuJong, straddling his waist and pouting down at him. "You suck at not giving things away."
Blinking up at him with a coy smile, KyuJong tried to look thoroughly abashed but it wasn't working. "I don't know what you're talking about, I wasn't doing anything."
"Yes you were, you know what I mean." HyungJoon poked his chest. "We both heard you laughing under there, you can't hide it."
"I could have been laughing about anything, he didn't suspect a thing," KyuJong stuck his tongue out at HyungJoon and poked him back in the stomach.
"Except for the fact that your timing is horrible, always laughing at those questions." HyungJoon squeaked at the poke, poking him back and wrinkling his nose. "You are a horrible, horrible hyung."
"Horrible timing, that's all it was," KyuJong snickered, poking him again. "And as horrible as I am, you still like me."
"Yeah," HyungJoon sighed, letting up with the pokes as he gave a lopsided smile down at the older man. Leaning down and pressing his hands against the ground, he kissed KyuJong before climbing off of him. "We should probably go see them."
"Probably," KyuJong pouted when he stood, holding up his hands to be helped up. Thinking about that though reminded him of his conversation with HyunJoong the night before. He wasn't looking forward to that conversation, but knew that they needed to get it out of the way. They still had to work together and get out of the city.
Getting to his feet, HyungJoon took KyuJong's hands and pulled him back up, then laughed. "Your hair's like someone took a balloon to it." He reached up and tried to brush down the other man's hair.
"Your fault," KyuJong muttered, straightening HyungJoon's shirt. "And your hair's not much better. We should invest in a comb."
"That would be a great idea actually. And scissors for a haircut." HyungJoon blew at the strands that fell into his eyes repeatedly. It wasn't as if they could do much else with JungMin and YoungSaeng still missing, and he had a while before he had to go to work.
"I'm sure we can find some time to do that," KyuJong smiled, reaching up to smooth the bangs out of HyungJoon's eyes. His own hair was a manageable length, having received regular haircuts at the facility unlike the patients. "We can make plans for the day with other's."
"Sounds good. It's probably going to be a pretty relaxed day, until I go to work." Even if they had found HyunJoong again, he had decided it was better to keep on working anyways. The former guard's money wasn't going to last forever, and it was nice to have extra money for small things like scissors and a brush.
His smile widened as KyuJong's fingers smoothed away his bangs. Leaning in to kiss him again, he caught the older man's hands. "Let's get going?" He looked around for his shoes.
Pouting, KyuJong found his shoes and started to tie them up. He still didn't like the idea of HyungJoon being away for a long period of time, but knew that they could use the money. At least there was HyunJoong and KiBum here now to talk to.
"Oh, that reminds me," he looked over at HyungJoon, pulling on his other shoe, "we can't go anywhere alone, now that it's certain the facility knows we are here. Someone's going to have to go with you to work and back."
In the middle of tying his shoes, HyungJoon looked up at him. "Okay. We'll have to talk about that too then." He wasn't sure who would be going with him in that case. Most likely KiBum.
He straightened once his shoes were fixed, stretching. "Let's go see what's the plan for breakfast."
Standing back up, KyuJong nodded and headed to the door. "At least we have plenty of time before you have to go," he smiled. A part of him was sad that it wasn't just him and HyungJoon now, going out to eat whatever they decided on. He opened the door and stepped out into the hall, waiting for HyungJoon.
"Mhm." HyungJoon followed KyuJong out, locking the door as he left the room. Resisting the urge to take KyuJong's hand, he walked down the hallway with him to his brother and HyunJoong's room, knocking on the door lightly.
Taking a deep breath, KyuJong waited until the door was opened. He hoped HyunJoong wasn't too mad at him. It was probably best to just go on, pretend that it hadn't happened.