My bed, your bed, his bed - Part 1
Title: My Bed, Your Bed, His Bed Part 1/3 [1][ 2][ 3]
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Sungmin, Hyukjae/Donghae, Yesung/Sungmin
Genre: AU, smut, angst, drama
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash (BoyxBoy), non-exclusive sex
Summary: Kyuhyun unwittingly has his eye on the college's playboy - who also happens to be his roommate.
.:Part 1:.
"What do you mean, you don't know?"
Kyuhyun shrugged as Ryeowook stared at him. "I don't know, I haven't seen him. He doesn't sleep in our room."
It was the end of Kyuhyun's second week at college, and he still had yet to meet his roommate. He'd heard that quite a few people had been sick for the first week, but he distinctly remembered the dorm head telling him his roommate should be here by now.
Ryeowook frowned slightly. Suspicious, much. "What's his name, then?"
"Sungmin. Lee Sungmin."
"I don't know him." Ryeowook shrugged. "Have you asked anyone if they do?"
"No," Kyuhyun chewed his lunch thoughtfully. "It doesn't really matter. He'll turn up. Eventually."
~
Kyuhyun's next class after lunch was economics. He was one of the few who liked the class - though not for the teacher, and definitely not for the course.
He glanced across the room at his guilty pleasure - a second year who'd been pushed back down to first year for this one course. He had black hair that brushed his shoulders and one cross earring, and a smile and a pout that made him look about twelve years old.
Kyuhyun had never thought that he'd be into cute, but this man was definitely proving him wrong. Every time he laughed Kyuhyun would have to bite his lip, every time he nibbled his pen between the perfect pink lips Kyuhyun would have to concentrate very hard on his desk to control the strange jumpy feeling in his stomach. Often he would have to listen to the recording of the lecture at night, just because he'd spent the entire hour spacing out in the general direction of the older man.
He hadn't been able to bring himself to ask anyone about him, though. He didn't even know his name.
~
One evening, a couple of days later, when Kyuhyun returned from the library to the room he theoretically shared with Sungmin, he found one of the desks' light on and books strewn across it.
So, Sungmin had been here…
He relented to his curiosity and looked over at the work. His mysterious roommate was taking… chemistry, biology, that looked like an anatomy text… so he was a science major. He frowned slightly as he pushed the heavy molecular biology text aside. He was taking music, too?
"Hey, you must be Kyuhyun."
Kyuhyun whirled and his mouth fell open as his eyes rested upon the man for whom he'd lost so much credit in economics. The man whose smile dropped slightly as Kyuhyun continued to stare for the next two minutes.
"Um, are you alright?"
Kyuhyun coughed and blushed furiously. "Y-y-you're Lee Sungmin?"
The smile returned. "Yep, that's me." He stepped forward and held out a hand, shutting the door behind him. "I guess you're my roommate, then."
Kyuhyun took the hand as though in a daze. This is not happening. "Um, I guess you know my name…"
"Have I seen you before? You're kind of familiar."
"I'm in your economics class." Wait, wasn't he a science major? Why was he taking economics? Perhaps it was the wrong person.
But Sungmin's face lit up. "Oh, that would be it, then." A strange expression crossed his face briefly.
He recognized the first year alright. Those eyes he felt on him every day, either from across the lecture theatre or the food court. Those eyes that were now staring at him with a kind of stunned delight.
He smirked at that expression. "I'm gonna call you Kyu."
"O-okay…" Kyuhyun's eyes widened slightly. Then he raised his eyebrows. "Can I call you Min?"
Sungmin's lips parted to flash a pearly-toothed grin and took a step closer. "Sure."
"Good." Then Kyuhyun closed the small distance between them and attacked his hyung's lips.
Sungmin's eyes widened slightly, then he smirked and kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Kyuhyun's neck. He stumbled backwards to Kyuhyun's pushing, and they both fell down on the bed.
As Kyuhyun started caressing his face, never breaking the kiss, Sungmin realized he'd underestimated the stares. The younger man had obviously been sexually frustrated over him, possibly for more than a week.
His hand slid down Kyuhyun's breastbone to his navel, flicking open buttons as it went. Kyuhyun shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, then helped Sungmin out of his, flinging it across the room and placing his hands on Sungmin's back, holding him up as he mouthed at his chest.
The soft sounds that escaped the older man were doing all sorts of things to his body.
Sungmin knew it, too. He tangled his fingers in Kyuhyun's hair and pushed his head lower, tipping his own head back and moaning softly.
Kyuhyun growled playfully against Sungmin's navel, cupping him between the legs. Sungmin mewled as Kyuhyun felt him, eyes roaming hungrily over the younger's pale, sculpted chest. He reached up to stroke his face, smiling as Kyuhyun kissed each of his fingers then his palm. Then the younger dropped his hand, eyes dark with lust, and impatiently helped Sungmin out of his pants.
All the blood in his body rushed either to his face or his cock as he pulled the fabric off Sungmin's half-hard length and a slight moan escaped him. Sungmin let out a breathy chuckle and Kyuhyun moaned again, crouching to wrap his lips and fingers around it.
"Ha-ah…" Sungmin's fingers went back into Kyuhyun's hair as his cock was licked and teased to full hardness. "Ah, Kyu…"
Kyuhyun's own dick throbbed as Sungmin said his name. He fisted the base of Sungmin's, sucking lightly on the head. He started to take more into his mouth, using his tongue as well, spurred on by the sounds Sungmin was making. Which were easily the sexiest things he'd ever heard in his life.
Finally, he got enough cock into his mouth to let go with his hand, instead stroking and gently squeezing his balls.
"Hnngh… more, Kyu…" Sungmin moaned. He was loving the feel of Kyuhyun's mouth, wrapped warm and wet around him, and the things his tongue was doing… and his warm fingers caressing him in all the right places… he gasped as Kyuhyun moaned too, sending vibrations up his member and making him arch off the bed.
Kyuhyun started sucking harder, sliding his lips over the hard, ribbed flesh, letting Sungmin fuck his mouth with shallow thrusts.
"K-Kyu… ha-ah… I'm gonna cum…" Sungmin gasped after a while. Kyuhyun's eyes widened and he pulled away quickly, giving the head a final lick as he did so. He sat back on his heels, watching with rapt attention as Sungmin came with a cry, shooting white all over his stomach and chest. He rubbed himself furiously through his pants as Sungmin collapsed back on the pillows, panting.
The elder caught his breath quickly and raised his head, smiling as he crawled over to the younger man and pulled his hands away from his crotch. "Your turn." He kept a hold of Kyuhyun's wrists as he kissed him slowly, then turned him around and pushed him down to where he'd just been lying.
He slowly - too slowly, in Kyuhyun's opinion - undid his fly and pushed his pants off his hips, closing his fingers around Kyuhyun's dick through his boxers.
"You're so hard," Sungmin giggled, smiling teasingly up at Kyuhyun's strained face.
"Of course I am," Kyuhyun snapped. "I just watched you jizz yourself everywhere."
"Hmm, yes," Sungmin glanced down at his cum-splattered body, then turned his attention back to Kyuhyun; more specifically to the wet patch spreading from where his tip was straining against his boxers.
Kyuhyun groaned and bucked, trying to get Sungmin's hand to fucking move.
"You're so impatient."
"Y-yes," Kyuhyun gasped, lips parting when Sungmin started stroking him.
"Are you a virgin?" Sungmin murmured, lowering his head to mouth at the clothed erection.
"No!"
Sungmin chuckled. "You don't have a whole lot of experience though, do you?"
"N-no," Kyuhyun admitted, crying out. Sungmin had just started licking him with strong, firm strokes.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to let you cum," Sungmin giggled. "I want you to fuck me long and properly."
Kyuhyun whimpered. "I w-won't be able to if you keep - oh, god - talking like that."
Sungmin grabbed the ankles of Kyuhyun's pants and slid them off his legs, then peeled off the boxers. They both joined the rest of the clothes across the room. He crawled up to kiss Kyuhyun, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and trailing his fingers through the precum on his cock. Kyuhyun moaned, pulling Sungmin close and happily responding to the kiss while the elder worked skilfully on his dick.
"Na-ah," Sungmin said firmly as Kyuhyun reached behind him. He scrabbled in the nightstand drawer for a moment, then handed the bottle of lube to Kyuhyun. "Use this. You're big. I'm not that masochistic."
Kyuhyun felt a pathetic swell of pride when Sungmin called him big. He took the bottle. "You just keep this around, do you? Oh," he added, realizing he probably did.
Sungmin frowned. "Stop thinking and just put it in me."
Kyuhyun was too turned on to disobey. He squeezed a good amount of the stuff onto his fingers and reached behind Sungmin again, sliding one in. He kept his eyes trained on Sungmin's face as he penetrated him, thoroughly enjoying the pleasured creases in his expression as he slowly finger-fucked him.
"You like it gentle, then?"
Sungmin kept his eyes closed. "I like it rough, but only once it's - hnngh - in."
Kyuhyun smirked and pushed in a second finger, scissoring to stretch him.
"Oh," Sungmin's arms gave way and he fell on Kyuhyun, seeking out his lips and kissing him a fourth time, moaning loudly because Kyuhyun's two long fingers were twisting and wiggling inside him, pushed in as deep as they would go.
But it was taking too long.
"Kyu, hurry up," he gasped after what felt like hours - but was probably much less - of preparatory probing.
"I thought you wanted me to be gentle for this bit," Kyuhyun snapped back, sliding in a third finger.
"Yeah, yeah, but faster," Sungmin demanded, pushing himself back onto Kyuhyun's hand.
Kyuhyun narrowed his eyes. "Fine." He explored the clenching hole until Sungmin jerked and gasped, then smirked in triumph and crooked his fingers firmly against the same spot.
Sungmin screamed in pleasure, writhing over the fingers, cock throbbing. "Yes… shit, Kyu… okay, enough already! Fuck me!"
Kyuhyun didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled his fingers out and flipped over so he was on top again, sucking on Sungmin's neck as he slammed into him. Sungmin screamed again, clutching tight to Kyuhyun and wrapping his legs around his waist. Kyuhyun hammered him roughly, like he'd asked, one arm wrapped around his torso and the other gripping the base of his cock so it wasn't all over in a few thrusts.
Profanities streamed from Sungmin's lips as Kyuhyun fucked him, still kissing him from his jaw, down his neck to his shoulder.
Finally, Kyuhyun stopped pinching his cock and slammed hard into Sungmin's spot, making him cry out in ecstasy until they both came together.
Kyuhyun collapsed first, splayed over the bed and panting, wrapping his arm around Sungmin's shoulders when he lay down on top of it.
"God, I've never cum so hard," he confessed, closing his eyes.
Sungmin kicked back the blanket so their cum got all over the sheets instead, not replying. They lay like that for a while, until Kyuhyun regained control of his lungs. He turned his head to look at Sungmin and smiled.
Sungmin ran a finger down his chest. "You should probably know… this is kind of normal for me…" he paused, and when Kyuhyun didn't reply, added "I mean, I sleep around."
He looked up. Kyuhyun was staring at the ceiling, looking unsurprised. He chewed his lip awkwardly. "Kyu?"
"Just… be quiet for a while," Kyuhyun said, squeezing his shoulder.
Sungmin suddenly felt cold and pulled the blanket up over them. Kyuhyun turned onto his side and hugged him, nuzzling his hair and closing his eyes. "Was I good?"
Sungmin couldn't help laughing. "You were good."
Kyuhyun smiled to himself. Soon, though, he had to ask. "Why do you?"
Sungmin didn't really need to confirm, but he made sure. "Why do I sleep around?"
"Yeah."
"I'm not sure what you want to know."
"Do you enjoy it? Are you bullied? Do you like… s-swap it for… f-favours?"
Sungmin gave a strained laugh. "If I swapped it for favours, I'd sleep with teachers. Not horny first years."
"So… you don't sleep with teachers?"
"Does it really matter to you who I sleep with?"
Kyuhyun shrugged. "Hey, you can go if you want. I'm not keeping you here."
"In case you hadn't noticed, this is my bed."
"Do you want me to leave?"
"Do what you want."
"You never really answered my question."
Sungmin sat up. "I enjoy it, okay? If someone speaks to me sexually, or touches me, or stares at me constantly like you, I want them. Is that answer enough for you? Say I've got a disorder, call me needy, call me a whore, whatever. Call me what you want. I stopped caring a long time ago."
"I'd call you a slut. Whores get something for it."
"Get out."
Kyuhyun crossed the room and clambered into his own bed without bothering to dress, turning off the desk light on the way.
~
Ryeowook waved from across the food court as Kyuhyun turned around with a laden tray. "Hey, Kyu! Over here, come join us."
Kyuhyun went over and sat down with his friends, Ryeowook, Hyukjae and Donghae, and somewhat inexplicably one of the dorm heads, Heechul.
"How were your classes?" Ryeowook asked him.
"Good, so far. Yours?"
"Yeah, fine. Have you met your roommate yet?"
Kyuhyun hoped his face wasn't as red as it felt like. "Yeah, I met him last night. He's over there."
Ryeowook spun in his seat. "Which one?" he demanded.
Kyuhyun pointed to where Sungmin sat at a table with several women. He regarded them briefly, but with the current fashions on campus, he couldn't discern their personalities at all. Were they girlfriends of his? One girlfriend and her friends? A bunch of fellow sluts? Or just friends who had no idea what he got up to at night?
"That one in the pink shirt?"
"Yeah."
Heechul turned very slowly to stare at him. Hyukjae and Donghae were giving him similar looks. "You're rooming with Sungmin?"
Kyuhyun was sure he was bright red. He took a bite of his lunch.
"You… have you heard anything about him?" Donghae asked cautiously.
Kyuhyun didn't reply.
"Looks like he didn't have to be told," Heechul scoffed, poking Kyuhyun's flaming cheek.
"You're KIDDING," Hyukjae yelled, slamming his hands on the table and leaning forward. "You didn't-?"
Kyuhyun rested his forehead in his hand, grabbing a fistful of his bangs and glaring at Hyukjae. "Sure, hyung, say it a bit louder, I think a couple of old women in China didn't quite hear you."
Ryeowook looked between the four of them with wide eyes, bewildered. "What? What are you talking about? What did you do?"
Kyuhyun sighed as his four hyungs stared at him, one confused, three accusing. "I slept with Sungmin," he muttered. For the sake of not lying to his best friend.
"YOU DID WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" Ryeowook cried. His voice echoed across the hall, causing the noise level to drop by half as an intimidating number of eyes turned to them. Kyuhyun buried his face in his hands, praying that no-one would recognize him tomorrow. He peeked out between his fingers, past Ryeowook's stunned expression, to the tables-full of people staring at him, some knowingly, some hungrily, some disgustedly and only a few confused. And oh, fuck, Sungmin was looking too. But he was too far away for Kyuhyun to see his expression.
"S-sorry," Ryeowook whispered, also apologizing to people at nearby tables. Kyuhyun didn't dare to raise his head until everyone in the vicinity had gone back to eating and talking and doing whatever it was that college students did in the campus food court.
"I want a hole," he groaned.
"What, another one?" Heechul snorted derisively.
Kyuhyun stared at him in horror. "That's not what I meant! I meant one I could crawl into and die in, right fucking now." He wanted to glare at Ryeowook, but the innocent man looked like he felt so terrible he couldn't bring himself to do it. "I'm off," he sighed, tipping his half-eaten lunch into a bin.
"Wh-where are you going?" Ryeowook asked tentatively.
"To go write an application for a university in Australia," Kyuhyun snapped, slinging his bag over his shoulder and stalking out.
~
"Quite a pair of lungs your friend has."
Kyuhyun closed his eyes, wanting to slam his head against his locker as he heard the last voice he wanted to hear.
"Perhaps telling him in the food court wasn't the best idea ever."
"Sungmin, the last thing I need right now is to be seen within twenty metres of you."
"Well, that may be a little difficult since this is my locker…" he tapped one four doors up from Kyuhyun's.
"Don't talk to me."
"I'm not allowed to talk to my roommate?" Sungmin's eyes widened as he performed his twelve-year-old-pout-face.
Kyuhyun ignored him, yanking his books out and slamming the locker shut.
"Is your reputation hurt, Kyu?"
"Don't call me that. And I didn't have a reputation to hurt, that's the problem! If I had any respect before, maybe… but I can't climb back out of this now! I'm just the stupid first year who got screwed over by you." He spat the last word out like an insult.
"Don't flatter yourself," someone interrupted from across the hall, "You're not the only one." He took the liberty to pat Kyuhyun's shoulder before leaving, shooting Sungmin a dirty look.
"I remember him," Sungmin murmured. "From an empty classroom in high school…"
"I DON'T NEED TO KNOW," Kyuhyun yelled. "Get away from me and stay away, I don't want anything to do with you."
Sungmin raised an eyebrow. "So, you're saying that you'd probably be very angry if I were to do something like this…?" he said in a voice low enough for only Kyuhyun to hear, stepped forward and kissed Kyuhyun lightly on the lips, holding his face as he did so.
He danced back out of reach as Kyuhyun's fist flew to where he'd just been standing. He shot him one of his famed pearl-toothed smiles and disappeared into the throng of students who'd seen the whole thing.
~
Kyuhyun had found his new favourite place.
It was at the boundary of the grounds; there was a small bunch of trees just by the back football court and it was always deserted. Kyuhyun sat in the shade of one of the trees, shielded from the world.
It was a week since he'd slept with Sungmin; his roommate hadn't sought him out, talked to him, or come back to their room at the same time he was there since, but he hadn't had to. The rumours - gossip at college was just as bad, if not worse, than gossip at high school, it seemed - had developed a life of their own and were spreading around the department like an extremely contagious disease.
Apparently after Ryeowook's explosion at lunch all the other first years who'd been screwed over had been extremely careful to keep their mouths shut; so the only people standing in the way of Kyuhyun being hot gossip were the people who'd ceased to be interesting the previous year.
"Fuck," he muttered, burying his face in his arms. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Well, that answers that…" a soft voice said from above him.
Kyuhyun turned to look up. "What?"
"I was wondering if you were Sungmin's new roommate," said the new person, scratching his head. "But clearly you are."
"Yeah, that's me," Kyuhyun didn't see any point in denying it. He turned back to his knees and waited for the jeering.
None came. The tidy, blond stranger sat down beside him, far enough to be comfortable - not pressed right up against his arm, not so far away as to be unfriendly. "Don't worry," he said gently. "I'm not here to mock you." He smiled amiably at him.
"What are you here for then?"
He tilted his head. "I just thought you should know that you're not the only one. That probably doesn't help much, but trust me, by second semester you'll be ancient history. No-one will care about you and Sungmin."
Kyuhyun turned his head to look at him, still resting against his knees. "Did it ever happen to you?"
The elder laughed awkwardly, scratching his head again. "Ahaha. No, not me… I'm more into girls…" he blushed. "But I know plenty of people who… you know what I mean."
"Got screwed over?"
"If you like."
There was a pause. "What's your name?" Kyuhyun asked finally.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Park Jungsu, but you can call me Leeteuk, I prefer that. I'm doing honours in linguistics."
Kyuhyun took the proffered hand. "Cho Kyuhyun. I'm doing technology for business, and music."
"Nice to meet you," Leeteuk said, and stood. "I have a class to go to now, but I'm sure I'll see you around." Now that Kyuhyun could see his whole face, he noticed that a single dimple appeared in his left cheek when he smiled. "Things will get better, Kyuhyun-ssi. It's really not as bad as it feels right now."
He left without another word, leaving Kyuhyun feeling slightly better.
~
"Sungmin…" he whispered, reaching down as a skilled tongue teased his cock. His utterance was met with a satisfied purr and he gripped hard on the older man's smooth black hair. Needy whimpers escaped his throat and he bucked his hips, thrusting up to Sungmin's parted, swollen lips. Sungmin smiled in the darkness and kissed the head languidly before taking it into his mouth.
Kyuhyun moaned loudly and kept jerking in shallow thrusts; Sungmin stroked his thighs and deep-throated him without complaint or difficulty.
"Ha-anngh…"
Sungmin was touching him in all the right places, his tongue and lips and throat paying professional attention to his dick, and Kyuhyun was going crazy. This was easily the best dream he'd had yet; it felt so much more real than the others.
Yes, the others. Even after he'd discarded Sungmin as a slut, decided that he wanted nothing to do with him, the dreams had kept coming. But this was on an entirely different level. He could hear Sungmin's soft panting, the twinge as his fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his thighs, the gentle gusts of Sungmin's breath as he sucked him. And the chill of the night air when Sungmin pulled off, leaving Kyuhyun wet and cold and whimpering in complaint.
"Shh," Sungmin soothed, shifting so his he was kneeling with his legs either side of Kyuhyun's hips, folding down to kiss him firmly.
Kyuhyun's fingertips rested on Sungmin's cheeks. He could feel the heat flowing between them, the tickle of Sungmin's hair trailing across his face, taste the subtle flavour that was Sungmin amidst the salty remnants of precum that remained on his tongue.
He instantly missed him when he sat back up, releasing a slight noise of irritation. Sungmin chuckled, slender fingers wrapping around the base of Kyuhyun's erection, guiding it into himself, slowly sinking his stretched entrance down on it with pleasured mewls that had Kyuhyun writhing as he was held still. "You like it, Kyu?"
"Yes," Kyuhyun moaned, thrusting up hard. Sungmin gasped, hands flying to Kyuhyun's hips to stop him doing it again.
"S-stop that," he panted. "Be patient."
"Fuck patient."
Sungmin's reply was to raise up on trembling limbs then slam down again with a cry. He only took a second to recover before he repeated the action, soon bouncing desperately on Kyuhyun's rock-hard member, leg muscles on fire as they struggled to maintain the pace Sungmin needed.
"Fuck… Min… fuck, fuck," Kyuhyun grabbed Sungmin's slender waist and did just that, hips shooting upwards as he drove himself as deep inside Sungmin as was physically possible. Sungmin didn't stop him this time, letting out debauched cries as he was filled with Kyuhyun's larger-than-average cock, slick lips parted and curving into a pleasured smile.
Before long, Kyuhyun's thrusting accelerated into desperation, followed soon after by his loud groan as he shot off into Sungmin's ass.
"Ho-ah," Sungmin choked out, the hot liquid rush inside him triggering his own orgasm which shot all over Kyuhyun, and his own stomach as well.
He took a moment to catch his breath then clambered off, the younger man sinking back into the pillows, eyes falling shut instantly. Sungmin rested his temple against the cold wall, body coated in sweat, legs burning, ass sore and stomach churning. Then he sighed, carefully re-dressed Kyuhyun and stumbled across the room into his own bed, collapsing into the mattress, mind whirling despite his exhaustion.
Sex with Kyuhyun had listed among the best he'd ever had, despite the younger's inexperience, so why did it feel so wrong?
~
Kyuhyun woke groggy and lying in a cold puddle of his own sweat.
Oh, shit, the dream, he thought, sighing as he glared down at his soiled pyjama pants. He sat up and cradled his head in his hands. Shit, it had felt so real. He hated dreaming about Sungmin. He hated how good he imagined it feeling. How much he wanted it, even when he was awake. He rubbed his face briskly and looked over at Sungmin's bed. It was empty - but the blankets were thrown back and crumpled; he'd slept there.
I hope he didn't hear or see me cum in my sleep, Kyuhyun thought desolately, cheeks burning and stomach clenching in shame. Then he shook himself, grabbed his towel and clothes and went to have a shower.
Oh, god, only one person here and it's got to be him, Kyuhyun thought snarkily, glaring daggers at Sungmin's bare back in the shower. He determinedly stopped his eyes from roaming lower, stripping off and turning on the shower furthest from the one Sungmin was using.
Sungmin glanced around at the new arrival. "Good morning," he said politely. Kyuhyun's face twitched as he scrubbed the dried cum off his body, back to Sungmin. "Morning," he grunted back stiffly.
"Good dreams?"
Kyuhyun paused, heat creeping up his face. "You mean 'good sleep'?"
"Whatever, my bad."
Kyuhyun scrunched shampoo into his sweat-slicked hair, the silence somehow awkward until someone else came down. Kyuhyun kept washing, ignoring the other two occupants of the shower until he heard a low moan echo around the bathroom. He spun, unable to keep from staring as he watched Sungmin and the other man share a passionate kiss under the showerhead, arms wrapped around each other and both very, very naked. Sungmin pulled away first, giggling. "Sunggie, have you met my roommate Kyuhyun?"
Kyuhyun turned off the shower and started towelling off, blushing and avoiding looking at the other two.
"Nice to meet you, Kyuhyun. I'm Yesung, Kim Yesung."
"Hi," Kyuhyun said discourteously; he really did not want to meet one of Sungmin's lovers, in the shower, naked, thank you very much. He pulled on his clothes quickly, his thin shirt sticking to him from the steam in the room.
He left without looking at the couple.
The sounds of their make-out session would be burned in his memory for long enough without visuals too.
~
"I need help, Wookie."
Ryeowook looked at him in concern. "What do you mean?"
"I…" he sighed, trying to swallow his shame. "I can't get over Sungmin."
"Get over him?"
"Well… I was lusting after him at the beginning of semester, and then… since I slept with him things have just gotten worse."
Ryeowook inhabited a thoughtful silence for a moment. "Worse as in… you still want him, or…?"
"Yeah," Kyuhyun muttered. "Wookie… we've been friends for years, can I just… talk?"
"Of course," Ryeowook smiled. "You can tell me anything, Kyu. I won't judge you, you should know that."
Kyuhyun had to smile, though it quickly faded as he took a breath and started speaking. "I keep having these… dreams. About Sungmin. And me. And I thought I could just deal with them and I'd get over it but last night…" he swallowed. "It was really intense… and I'm pretty sure he heard me."
Ryeowook remained silent.
"I don't like him, Wookie, I know I don't. He's just a player. But I… I don't even know," he muttered, looking away. "I want him, but I don't want him, you know what I mean? That didn't really make sense."
"No, it made sense," Ryeowook replied gently, shifting closer to his friend. "Kyu… I think…" he tilted his head, then jumped to his feet, a bright smile on his face as he grabbed Kyuhyun's hands. "I think, tomorrow, we should go to a movie."
Kyuhyun blinked. "A movie?"
"Yeah! We'll grab Donghae-hyung and Hyukjae-hyung, and some other people, and we'll all go see a movie. What do you prefer? Action? Rom-com? Science fiction?"
Kyuhyun stood and hugged his friend tightly. Ryeowook stuttered in surprise, then hugged him back, smiling into his shoulder. They stood like that for a long moment, then Kyuhyun pulled away. "Action," he answered, allowing Ryeowook to push Sungmin to the back of his mind. "What's out?"
~
"It wasn't a dream."
"What?"
"I passed by you and your friend while you were talking. It wasn't a dream."
"What are you talking about, Sungmin?"
"God, are you thick? It wasn't a dream. We fucked last night."
He slammed his locker shut and stalked off, leaving Kyuhyun frozen and mortified behind him.