prison au chapter 4, wheehoo.
I finished writing chapter 6 which means I can post this one. I enjoy being ahead like that, also because it allows me to go back and re-write should I feel the need.
first chapter // second chapter // third chapter
jailbird songs, chapter 4
fandom: super junior au
rating: let's play it safe and call this chapter r
pairings: ShiHan, KiHae, KangTeuk, YehWook, HyukSu, KyuMin
word count: ~ 2,700 words
warnings: Crude things.
disclaimer: Did not happen, obviously. Full disclaimer in first chapter.
notes; All of this AU will eventually be here.
Breathe in, Kim Kibum instructed himself. Breathe out. Slowly, calmly, in and out, in and ouuuut. Relax. Everything will be fine. You are as careless as an idle cloud in the summer sky. You just go along with the wind. Calm. Zen. Everything will be just fine.
It was ridiculous, of course, to go through such incredible mental preparation for a simple patient session. It wasn't that Lee Donghae was scary - not in the traditional meaning of the word, anyway. He wasn't the devil (though Kibum was pretty sure he would go to hell for thinking the thoughts Donghae made him think).
He always thought the relaxation course in college was a huge waste of time, but suddenly all that information was becoming more than handy. He was a cloud. He was calm. He was--
A knock on the door. Oh shit.
“Yes?”
“Prisoner Lee Donghae to see your, doctor,” the guard outside said.
Now or never, Kibum thought, mentally bracing himself. “Send him in.”
The real problem was that at this point, Kibum had absolutely no clue what he was supposed to do. He didn't like this game they were playing, as he was losing, and it didn't seem to be heading to any direction favorable to him. Donghae was winning and slowly closing in on him, and none of Kibum's honorable goals would be met (such as, oh, curing Donghae's mental illness) if things kept going this wrong.
Simply put, he could give up, give in and give out. A part of him wanted to. It was inappropriate and forbidden and tempting and such a turn-on (though in the most awful weird way) to think about, just waving a little white flag over his head and surrendering to whatever perverted love affair Donghae had come up in his puzzling crazy little head. This thing, a possibility that seemed to hang above them in the air (though it wasn't actually real and existent, Kibum wasn't crazy enough to think it was) kept Kibum up late at nights, until he finally just let his imagination run to its wildest limits, including Donghae in his occasional not-very-straight-at-all sexual fantasies. Donghae in all his disarming niceness, suggestive smiles and eager touches (not that he had, but it didn't stop Kibum from imagining he would), Donghae being just plain hot, the images running around in Kibum's head as he jerked off, came and then felt weird afterwards, immediately psychoanalyzing himself, explaining it away.
It was okay to sometimes have gay sexual fantasies, it didn't make one gay. But this part was simply denial, as he wasn't stupid enough not to know that having fantasies was one thing - wanting to make the fantasies become reality was a whole other issue.
He shouldn't have thought about this seconds before their session began, Kibum realized the very moment Donghae's eyes met his. He looked away, flushed (maybe, but just a little), and when he next looked at Donghae, a satisfied grin had already spread on his face.
“How have you been, Dr Kim?”
It was unfair, really. He should have the opening line. He's the therapist here. Kibum cleared his throat. “Just fine, thank you. And you? Have you calmed down after our last meeting?”
“Wasn't it you who yelled at me and needed calming down?” Donghae asked.
“I suppose,” Kibum said lamely. He was not on top of this at all. Losing it, in more ways than one. Give up, give in, give out.
But a part of him still wanted to put up a fight. No white flags, not yet.
“I've been doing a lot of reading,” Donghae said happily.
“What have you been reading about?” Kibum asked, attempting to once again adopt a professional tone.
“You,” Donghae said, again looking satisfied when Kibum appeared more and more uncomfortable in his seat.
Losing it.
“No, seriously, psychology and things. You know, there's no clear definition of sane or insane,” Donghae continued.
“Of course I know that, it's not a thing that could ever be set in stone.”
“So why are you saying I'm crazy?”
“I'm not,” Kibum defended himself, annoyed. “It's not about that. It's about - you did something you shouldn't have, that's why you're in prison and we're trying to make sure you don't do it again. Also, your file shows you have some mental unbalance, irrational behavior and--”
“Why are you always going on about my file?” Donghae asked, equally annoyed. With a change of tone, however, he continued, “Does it have my picture on it? Do I look good in it?”
“You look,” Kibum began, and was glad he could tell the truth for once, “criminal.”
“Criminally sexy, more like,” Donghae said with a wink.
“If you keep making those sort of comments, I'll have to sign you up with another psychiatrist,” Kibum said, feeling the blood rush to his head - and other areas - and growing embarrassed, angry, frustrated with not having the control he should have. He didn't mean it - sort of. He wanted to quit, but at the same time, a part of him was eager to keep going. He hadn't meant to voice a threat, he just blurted it out for the lack of anything better to say.
A part of him wanted to see this lead to the inevitable, him and Donghae naked and fucking, anywhere, everywhere, all over the place in secret, until caught and punished severely for it.
But he was still Kim Kibum and he still had a brain and it functioned fine mostly. He couldn't risk everything for one peculiar love affair, even if it was the biggest amount of sexual attraction he'd ever felt for anybody in all his lifetime. It couldn't last.
However, his unintended threat seemed to be working on Lee Donghae.
“Please don't,” Donghae simply said, his expression suddenly startled and serious.
“Why not?” Kibum asked.
“Because I lo-- because I can become better. I'll stop flirting, I'll talk about my parents, I'll talk about the aliens. I just,” Donghae paused, dropping his gaze, the atmosphere suddenly heavy in the room, “I just don't want another shrink. You're the only one who's made me want to ...get better. I just couldn't cope with another switch.” He took a deep breath. “I'm sorry.”
Kibum swallowed. The tone of Donghae voice was completely transformed, from casual and light to meaningful and heavy. Maybe Donghae was a great actor, maybe he was faking, manipulating Kibum's feelings just to get what he wanted out of him, for this weird little game of his (theirs?) to continue - or maybe he truly meant this, and most importantly maybe - suddenly it didn't feel so impossible after all - they could have a healthy, progressive patient-doctor relationship. Maybe he could help Lee Donghae after all.
“Don't leave me, Dr Kim,” Donghae said, begged, and Kibum's heart sank, suddenly feeling guilty for even thinking of letting go of Donghae as a patient for his own reasons. It wasn't professional, and it was cowardly, not accepting the challenge but rather letting it go.
“I'm not leaving.”
“Promise?”
It was cheesy and awful, and Kibum played with the thought this was just another one of those mind games Lee Donghae loved so much, and tomorrow he'd be back staring at Kibum like it was foreplay for him, but when Donghae reached out a hand over the table, he couldn't help but also..
Donghae was offering a hand, an extended pinky, his eyes pleading for Kibum's word. It probably wasn't very smart, but he liked believing in the good of all humans.
“Promise,” Kibum said and hooked his pinky with Donghae's, leaning a bit closer.
Then it happened, all of a sudden Donghae's hand grabbing a hold of his wrist, pulling Kibum closer, his other hand at the back of Kibum's neck, also pulling, so their mouths met, clashing together in a painfully exciting way. Kibum struggled against the touch, and Donghae leaned forward more, climbing over the coffee table in one movement, pulling and pushing so that they both landed on Kibum's chair, Kibum beneath Donghae straddling him as they kissed still.
He could pull away, maybe, or just push Donghae away, but it was difficult even just to want to, Donghae's mouth so eager on his, a tongue parting his lips, snaking into his mouth and it was so wrong as Donghae's hand loosened his tie, fingers trailing his collarbone and then lower. He had to admit, he wasn't helpless, he answered the kiss and opened his mouth and maybe helped Donghae position himself more comfortably (his hands on the waistband of Donghae's jeans, edging up to find skin under the hem of his t-shirt, a light touch still far from innocent), but that was not the point, and his brain was screaming “no!” like it was the only word he knew.
It was only when Donghae's hand found his belt buckle that Kibum's eyes snapped open and he realized what was really happening. Something that shouldn't be. No. Nonononononono.
And then it was all it took, wrestling Donghae's hands into a hold, a look into Donghae's confused - and horny - eyes.
“I think you should leave,” Kibum said, and was surprised his voice remained steady, though extremely out of breath. “Go,” he added, speaking politely with a honorific.
Sorry, he wanted to say. I can't.
Stunned, Donghae simply climbed off and then stood in front of Kibum for a moment or two, as if collecting himself before walking out the door.
Kibum half-expected a witty comeback, a wink, a flirty look or a suggestive “gotcha” smile, but all he saw in Donghae's expression was confusion and - his heart sank a little - sadness. The door clicked closed but Kibum remained in his chair, frozen into the same position where Donghae left him, and maybe that meant something, or maybe Kibum was just lunatic to think it could mean anything at all.
“We've made some amazing progress today,” Kibum told himself sarcastically. “Let's contemplate that before our next session.”
He really was going crazy, talking to himself, and Lee Donghae was fully responsible for it.
**
“The first rule of the showers is, you do not shower in the mornings,” Sungmin had told Kyuhyun the very day he had arrived.
“The second rule of the showers is, you do not shower in the mornings,” he had repeated, gravely, and given Kyuhyun a pointed look.
“Why not?” Kyuhyun had had to ask.
“The third rule of the showers is, you do not question the first two rules of the showers,” Sungmin simply said, then flashed Kyuhyun a smile and pulled him to another direction to carry on with their cell block tour.
This morning Kyuhyun, much to his own discomfort, found out exactly why the rules of the showers were as they were.
He had woken up and decided that he simply had to take a shower. He and Sungmin had been discussing things, life and everything late into the night and so he had conveniently forgotten all about personal hygiene, simply brushing his teeth over the cell sink before going to bed. When Kyuhyun had woken up, he had felt sweaty and nasty, and decided to take advantage of Sungmin sleeping late in order to take a shower in his own company. There was nothing wrong with showering with Sungmin, in fact it was quite fun but something about Sungmin's presence made Kyuhyun tense when nude. He knew Sungmin didn't watch him, Sungmin was respectful like that. But he himself, well, couldn't help but .. and he worried that maybe Sungmin noticed, maybe Sungmin found it annoying. All in all, it was just easier to shower alone, without his room mate's company.
So he padded down to the showers, accompanied by a guard - who had asked him, twice, “Are you sure you want to take a shower? Now?” - a towel at hand, congratulating himself on the wise decision to shower before Sungmin woke up.
That is, before he actually stripped and walked to the showers. He heard water running and thought to himself, there can't be anything to worry about, there are other people taking showers in the morning as well.
He turned a corner into the shower area and saw who those other people were. And what they were doing, in the showers, in the morning.
First rule of the showers is you do not take showers in the mornings.
**
Hyukjae laughed out loud.
“It's not funny!” Sungmin exclaimed, frowning at his friend. “Kyuhyun is very traumatized.”
“But he knew about the rules, the poor kid can only blame himself.”
“I should've woken up earlier,” Sungmin said thoughtfully.
“So he saw Kangin and Eeteuk ..” Hyukjae paused, and shook a little from the thought of it. “That's ... special.”
“He saw just about everything there was to see. Except the thing that was in Kangin's mouth.”
“Oh well, that, obviously,” Hyukjae said and made gagging sounds.
“I just don't know what to do with him now,” Sungmin sighed.
“You're not starting to, you know, care for him, are you?” Hyukjae asked, raising his eyebrows at Sungmin.
“What, no.. No.” Sungmin avoided Hyukjae's eyes. “But what if he ..decides he likes me?”
“He's so young, isn't it illegal?” Hyukjae noted.
“Fuck off,” Sungmin said as Hyukjae grinned. “Be serious.”
“So what if you end up liking each other,” Hyukjae shrugged. “I wish you all the best.”
Sungmin smiled. “Living with Heechul has turned you into such a softie.”
“After Donghae fell in love with the new shrink, I feel like I've been living with Cupid himself.” Hyukjae sighs.
“Mushy bastard,” Sungmin said, tears forming in his eyes a little, and he hugged Hyukjae close.
**
“Well, this is awkward,” Kangin said, holding a food tray as he stood before Kyuhyun and Sungmin over at dinner. Eeteuk beside him was focused on staring at the ceiling.
“God, just sit down. He's not 12, he's heard the bees and honey talk,” Sungmin said in an annoyed manner.
“What about the bees and bees talk?” Eeteuk said in a lame effort to make a joke.
At the other end of the table, Yesung buried his head in his hands. Ryeowook patted his back in a reassuring manner. “Calm down, Sungie, just don't think about it.”
Kyuhyun was red in the face.
“Yesung was also a victim back in the day,” Sungmin explained to Kyuhyun as Yesung burst into tears, Ryeowook hugging him.
“We're really very sorry,” Eeteuk said sympathetically.
“At least now you know Teukie's a boy,” Kangin said nonchalantly. “Trust me, I too had my suspicions at first.”
“Fuck you, creep,” Eeteuk said, glaring at Kangin.
“After this delightful session of having to hear cock-on-cock stories over lunch, I'm suddenly not hungry anymore,” Shindong announced loudly and stood up.
“About friggin' time!” Heechul yelled from their table.
“Talk to me when you learn how to dance, poser boy!” Shindong shouted back.
“Why are you so angry, has Boa not put out yet?” Heechul countered.
“Sonuvabitch..” Shindong muttered but left the matter alone, only smacking the back of Heechul's head with his food tray as he exited the cafeteria.
“I think I'm going back to work now,” Kyuhyun said, voice only a whisper.
Sungmin gave him a sad look. “I'll join you.”
“No, it's okay,” Kyuhyun said, leaving the table in silence.
“That's so fucking it,” Sungmin said in frustration once Kyuhyun was gone. Sungmin pointed an accusing finger at Eeteuk and Kangin. “You guys are paying for his therapy.”
Kangin shrugged. “Speaking of therapy, that new guy sure worked some magic on Donghae. He's been quiet all afternoon. Maybe he's on sedatives.”
“Can't be,” Eeteuk disagreed. “When he was sedated that one time, he kept falling asleep. I guess he's just under the weather.”
“It's weird,” Kangin said.
In silence, they all turned to watch Hyukjae and Heechul chattering next to the unusually unresponsive Donghae. The balance of the universe had been disrupted, and not just because of the sudden break of shower rules.
***
a/n: Rarr, first chapter with extras. I'll post them in a moment.
This chapter was born after a really long break in writing this fic. Hence why it may appear slightly different in style.
A part of me is pissed off that the KiHae sections couldn't be further apart from each other. The first one is something, the 2nd one is something completely different, and this one .. well, this one is a whole other story entirely. Y'know? This pairing progresses and evolves and frankly changes and it's difficult and every time I write them, they go some place I wasn't sure I intended them to go.
Regardless, hope you enjoy it.
This is the first KiHae from Kibum's POV. [/useless trivia]
I guess the further we get in the fic, the less referential jokes it'll have - partly because I'm not clever enough to think up a million of them and partly because there's hardly any time for them. I mean, I do have some towards the ending but mostly it'll just be about the characters and their awkward prison romances for a few chapters now.
asdsfg end of rambling.
first chapter // second chapter // third chapter
jailbird songs, chapter 4
fandom: super junior au
rating: let's play it safe and call this chapter r
pairings: ShiHan, KiHae, KangTeuk, YehWook, HyukSu, KyuMin
word count: ~ 2,700 words
warnings: Crude things.
disclaimer: Did not happen, obviously. Full disclaimer in first chapter.
notes; All of this AU will eventually be here.
Breathe in, Kim Kibum instructed himself. Breathe out. Slowly, calmly, in and out, in and ouuuut. Relax. Everything will be fine. You are as careless as an idle cloud in the summer sky. You just go along with the wind. Calm. Zen. Everything will be just fine.
It was ridiculous, of course, to go through such incredible mental preparation for a simple patient session. It wasn't that Lee Donghae was scary - not in the traditional meaning of the word, anyway. He wasn't the devil (though Kibum was pretty sure he would go to hell for thinking the thoughts Donghae made him think).
He always thought the relaxation course in college was a huge waste of time, but suddenly all that information was becoming more than handy. He was a cloud. He was calm. He was--
A knock on the door. Oh shit.
“Yes?”
“Prisoner Lee Donghae to see your, doctor,” the guard outside said.
Now or never, Kibum thought, mentally bracing himself. “Send him in.”
The real problem was that at this point, Kibum had absolutely no clue what he was supposed to do. He didn't like this game they were playing, as he was losing, and it didn't seem to be heading to any direction favorable to him. Donghae was winning and slowly closing in on him, and none of Kibum's honorable goals would be met (such as, oh, curing Donghae's mental illness) if things kept going this wrong.
Simply put, he could give up, give in and give out. A part of him wanted to. It was inappropriate and forbidden and tempting and such a turn-on (though in the most awful weird way) to think about, just waving a little white flag over his head and surrendering to whatever perverted love affair Donghae had come up in his puzzling crazy little head. This thing, a possibility that seemed to hang above them in the air (though it wasn't actually real and existent, Kibum wasn't crazy enough to think it was) kept Kibum up late at nights, until he finally just let his imagination run to its wildest limits, including Donghae in his occasional not-very-straight-at-all sexual fantasies. Donghae in all his disarming niceness, suggestive smiles and eager touches (not that he had, but it didn't stop Kibum from imagining he would), Donghae being just plain hot, the images running around in Kibum's head as he jerked off, came and then felt weird afterwards, immediately psychoanalyzing himself, explaining it away.
It was okay to sometimes have gay sexual fantasies, it didn't make one gay. But this part was simply denial, as he wasn't stupid enough not to know that having fantasies was one thing - wanting to make the fantasies become reality was a whole other issue.
He shouldn't have thought about this seconds before their session began, Kibum realized the very moment Donghae's eyes met his. He looked away, flushed (maybe, but just a little), and when he next looked at Donghae, a satisfied grin had already spread on his face.
“How have you been, Dr Kim?”
It was unfair, really. He should have the opening line. He's the therapist here. Kibum cleared his throat. “Just fine, thank you. And you? Have you calmed down after our last meeting?”
“Wasn't it you who yelled at me and needed calming down?” Donghae asked.
“I suppose,” Kibum said lamely. He was not on top of this at all. Losing it, in more ways than one. Give up, give in, give out.
But a part of him still wanted to put up a fight. No white flags, not yet.
“I've been doing a lot of reading,” Donghae said happily.
“What have you been reading about?” Kibum asked, attempting to once again adopt a professional tone.
“You,” Donghae said, again looking satisfied when Kibum appeared more and more uncomfortable in his seat.
Losing it.
“No, seriously, psychology and things. You know, there's no clear definition of sane or insane,” Donghae continued.
“Of course I know that, it's not a thing that could ever be set in stone.”
“So why are you saying I'm crazy?”
“I'm not,” Kibum defended himself, annoyed. “It's not about that. It's about - you did something you shouldn't have, that's why you're in prison and we're trying to make sure you don't do it again. Also, your file shows you have some mental unbalance, irrational behavior and--”
“Why are you always going on about my file?” Donghae asked, equally annoyed. With a change of tone, however, he continued, “Does it have my picture on it? Do I look good in it?”
“You look,” Kibum began, and was glad he could tell the truth for once, “criminal.”
“Criminally sexy, more like,” Donghae said with a wink.
“If you keep making those sort of comments, I'll have to sign you up with another psychiatrist,” Kibum said, feeling the blood rush to his head - and other areas - and growing embarrassed, angry, frustrated with not having the control he should have. He didn't mean it - sort of. He wanted to quit, but at the same time, a part of him was eager to keep going. He hadn't meant to voice a threat, he just blurted it out for the lack of anything better to say.
A part of him wanted to see this lead to the inevitable, him and Donghae naked and fucking, anywhere, everywhere, all over the place in secret, until caught and punished severely for it.
But he was still Kim Kibum and he still had a brain and it functioned fine mostly. He couldn't risk everything for one peculiar love affair, even if it was the biggest amount of sexual attraction he'd ever felt for anybody in all his lifetime. It couldn't last.
However, his unintended threat seemed to be working on Lee Donghae.
“Please don't,” Donghae simply said, his expression suddenly startled and serious.
“Why not?” Kibum asked.
“Because I lo-- because I can become better. I'll stop flirting, I'll talk about my parents, I'll talk about the aliens. I just,” Donghae paused, dropping his gaze, the atmosphere suddenly heavy in the room, “I just don't want another shrink. You're the only one who's made me want to ...get better. I just couldn't cope with another switch.” He took a deep breath. “I'm sorry.”
Kibum swallowed. The tone of Donghae voice was completely transformed, from casual and light to meaningful and heavy. Maybe Donghae was a great actor, maybe he was faking, manipulating Kibum's feelings just to get what he wanted out of him, for this weird little game of his (theirs?) to continue - or maybe he truly meant this, and most importantly maybe - suddenly it didn't feel so impossible after all - they could have a healthy, progressive patient-doctor relationship. Maybe he could help Lee Donghae after all.
“Don't leave me, Dr Kim,” Donghae said, begged, and Kibum's heart sank, suddenly feeling guilty for even thinking of letting go of Donghae as a patient for his own reasons. It wasn't professional, and it was cowardly, not accepting the challenge but rather letting it go.
“I'm not leaving.”
“Promise?”
It was cheesy and awful, and Kibum played with the thought this was just another one of those mind games Lee Donghae loved so much, and tomorrow he'd be back staring at Kibum like it was foreplay for him, but when Donghae reached out a hand over the table, he couldn't help but also..
Donghae was offering a hand, an extended pinky, his eyes pleading for Kibum's word. It probably wasn't very smart, but he liked believing in the good of all humans.
“Promise,” Kibum said and hooked his pinky with Donghae's, leaning a bit closer.
Then it happened, all of a sudden Donghae's hand grabbing a hold of his wrist, pulling Kibum closer, his other hand at the back of Kibum's neck, also pulling, so their mouths met, clashing together in a painfully exciting way. Kibum struggled against the touch, and Donghae leaned forward more, climbing over the coffee table in one movement, pulling and pushing so that they both landed on Kibum's chair, Kibum beneath Donghae straddling him as they kissed still.
He could pull away, maybe, or just push Donghae away, but it was difficult even just to want to, Donghae's mouth so eager on his, a tongue parting his lips, snaking into his mouth and it was so wrong as Donghae's hand loosened his tie, fingers trailing his collarbone and then lower. He had to admit, he wasn't helpless, he answered the kiss and opened his mouth and maybe helped Donghae position himself more comfortably (his hands on the waistband of Donghae's jeans, edging up to find skin under the hem of his t-shirt, a light touch still far from innocent), but that was not the point, and his brain was screaming “no!” like it was the only word he knew.
It was only when Donghae's hand found his belt buckle that Kibum's eyes snapped open and he realized what was really happening. Something that shouldn't be. No. Nonononononono.
And then it was all it took, wrestling Donghae's hands into a hold, a look into Donghae's confused - and horny - eyes.
“I think you should leave,” Kibum said, and was surprised his voice remained steady, though extremely out of breath. “Go,” he added, speaking politely with a honorific.
Sorry, he wanted to say. I can't.
Stunned, Donghae simply climbed off and then stood in front of Kibum for a moment or two, as if collecting himself before walking out the door.
Kibum half-expected a witty comeback, a wink, a flirty look or a suggestive “gotcha” smile, but all he saw in Donghae's expression was confusion and - his heart sank a little - sadness. The door clicked closed but Kibum remained in his chair, frozen into the same position where Donghae left him, and maybe that meant something, or maybe Kibum was just lunatic to think it could mean anything at all.
“We've made some amazing progress today,” Kibum told himself sarcastically. “Let's contemplate that before our next session.”
He really was going crazy, talking to himself, and Lee Donghae was fully responsible for it.
**
“The first rule of the showers is, you do not shower in the mornings,” Sungmin had told Kyuhyun the very day he had arrived.
“The second rule of the showers is, you do not shower in the mornings,” he had repeated, gravely, and given Kyuhyun a pointed look.
“Why not?” Kyuhyun had had to ask.
“The third rule of the showers is, you do not question the first two rules of the showers,” Sungmin simply said, then flashed Kyuhyun a smile and pulled him to another direction to carry on with their cell block tour.
This morning Kyuhyun, much to his own discomfort, found out exactly why the rules of the showers were as they were.
He had woken up and decided that he simply had to take a shower. He and Sungmin had been discussing things, life and everything late into the night and so he had conveniently forgotten all about personal hygiene, simply brushing his teeth over the cell sink before going to bed. When Kyuhyun had woken up, he had felt sweaty and nasty, and decided to take advantage of Sungmin sleeping late in order to take a shower in his own company. There was nothing wrong with showering with Sungmin, in fact it was quite fun but something about Sungmin's presence made Kyuhyun tense when nude. He knew Sungmin didn't watch him, Sungmin was respectful like that. But he himself, well, couldn't help but .. and he worried that maybe Sungmin noticed, maybe Sungmin found it annoying. All in all, it was just easier to shower alone, without his room mate's company.
So he padded down to the showers, accompanied by a guard - who had asked him, twice, “Are you sure you want to take a shower? Now?” - a towel at hand, congratulating himself on the wise decision to shower before Sungmin woke up.
That is, before he actually stripped and walked to the showers. He heard water running and thought to himself, there can't be anything to worry about, there are other people taking showers in the morning as well.
He turned a corner into the shower area and saw who those other people were. And what they were doing, in the showers, in the morning.
First rule of the showers is you do not take showers in the mornings.
**
Hyukjae laughed out loud.
“It's not funny!” Sungmin exclaimed, frowning at his friend. “Kyuhyun is very traumatized.”
“But he knew about the rules, the poor kid can only blame himself.”
“I should've woken up earlier,” Sungmin said thoughtfully.
“So he saw Kangin and Eeteuk ..” Hyukjae paused, and shook a little from the thought of it. “That's ... special.”
“He saw just about everything there was to see. Except the thing that was in Kangin's mouth.”
“Oh well, that, obviously,” Hyukjae said and made gagging sounds.
“I just don't know what to do with him now,” Sungmin sighed.
“You're not starting to, you know, care for him, are you?” Hyukjae asked, raising his eyebrows at Sungmin.
“What, no.. No.” Sungmin avoided Hyukjae's eyes. “But what if he ..decides he likes me?”
“He's so young, isn't it illegal?” Hyukjae noted.
“Fuck off,” Sungmin said as Hyukjae grinned. “Be serious.”
“So what if you end up liking each other,” Hyukjae shrugged. “I wish you all the best.”
Sungmin smiled. “Living with Heechul has turned you into such a softie.”
“After Donghae fell in love with the new shrink, I feel like I've been living with Cupid himself.” Hyukjae sighs.
“Mushy bastard,” Sungmin said, tears forming in his eyes a little, and he hugged Hyukjae close.
**
“Well, this is awkward,” Kangin said, holding a food tray as he stood before Kyuhyun and Sungmin over at dinner. Eeteuk beside him was focused on staring at the ceiling.
“God, just sit down. He's not 12, he's heard the bees and honey talk,” Sungmin said in an annoyed manner.
“What about the bees and bees talk?” Eeteuk said in a lame effort to make a joke.
At the other end of the table, Yesung buried his head in his hands. Ryeowook patted his back in a reassuring manner. “Calm down, Sungie, just don't think about it.”
Kyuhyun was red in the face.
“Yesung was also a victim back in the day,” Sungmin explained to Kyuhyun as Yesung burst into tears, Ryeowook hugging him.
“We're really very sorry,” Eeteuk said sympathetically.
“At least now you know Teukie's a boy,” Kangin said nonchalantly. “Trust me, I too had my suspicions at first.”
“Fuck you, creep,” Eeteuk said, glaring at Kangin.
“After this delightful session of having to hear cock-on-cock stories over lunch, I'm suddenly not hungry anymore,” Shindong announced loudly and stood up.
“About friggin' time!” Heechul yelled from their table.
“Talk to me when you learn how to dance, poser boy!” Shindong shouted back.
“Why are you so angry, has Boa not put out yet?” Heechul countered.
“Sonuvabitch..” Shindong muttered but left the matter alone, only smacking the back of Heechul's head with his food tray as he exited the cafeteria.
“I think I'm going back to work now,” Kyuhyun said, voice only a whisper.
Sungmin gave him a sad look. “I'll join you.”
“No, it's okay,” Kyuhyun said, leaving the table in silence.
“That's so fucking it,” Sungmin said in frustration once Kyuhyun was gone. Sungmin pointed an accusing finger at Eeteuk and Kangin. “You guys are paying for his therapy.”
Kangin shrugged. “Speaking of therapy, that new guy sure worked some magic on Donghae. He's been quiet all afternoon. Maybe he's on sedatives.”
“Can't be,” Eeteuk disagreed. “When he was sedated that one time, he kept falling asleep. I guess he's just under the weather.”
“It's weird,” Kangin said.
In silence, they all turned to watch Hyukjae and Heechul chattering next to the unusually unresponsive Donghae. The balance of the universe had been disrupted, and not just because of the sudden break of shower rules.
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a/n: Rarr, first chapter with extras. I'll post them in a moment.
This chapter was born after a really long break in writing this fic. Hence why it may appear slightly different in style.
A part of me is pissed off that the KiHae sections couldn't be further apart from each other. The first one is something, the 2nd one is something completely different, and this one .. well, this one is a whole other story entirely. Y'know? This pairing progresses and evolves and frankly changes and it's difficult and every time I write them, they go some place I wasn't sure I intended them to go.
Regardless, hope you enjoy it.
This is the first KiHae from Kibum's POV. [/useless trivia]
I guess the further we get in the fic, the less referential jokes it'll have - partly because I'm not clever enough to think up a million of them and partly because there's hardly any time for them. I mean, I do have some towards the ending but mostly it'll just be about the characters and their awkward prison romances for a few chapters now.
asdsfg end of rambling.