[oneshot] change (2/2) - request #5
“That.” Sungmin starts, gasping for air as laughter hits him. “Was the best ride ever.”
Yesung leans over and fixes his hair, “I say it was too short.” He grins and looks over his shoulder to Kibum and the half-faint male. “But I guess to Hyukjae, it felt like forever.”
The three males laugh, at the expense of Hyukjae’s weakness. “I’m not speaking to any of you.” He mutters, closing his eyes and using Kibum for support. “Take me home! I need my bed and some water!”
“Shut up, or else I’m just going to leave you at the curb.” Kibum threatens. The four stop right outside the entrance of the amusement park. “You have a ride Sungmin?” Kibum asks, handing the half-conscious meat to Yesung.
“The bus stop is just down the street, I’m fine.” Sungmin says. When the others start to protest he just sighs and shakes his head. “To be honest, I just need some air.” He grins and waves them off. “I’ll text you guys later, okay?” With that, they part and go their own ways.
That was the most fun I’ve had in years. Sungmin muses, humming lightly to himself as he walks down the empty streets. I didn’t even feel… He trails off as his steps slow down. …paranoid.
As he starts thinking about it, he suddenly feels the sweep of eyes on him. His hair rising on ends and body tensing. He sighs and rubs his temples. Nice going Sungmin. You were fine up to now, but you just had to go and bring it up.
Instead of waiting at the bus stop, he continues walking and down into a smaller street. Wanting - no, needing - fresh air, he decides to enjoy the crisp night air.
Is it me… or does it feel like somebody is following me? Sungmin shakes his head and scratches the back of his neck. This paranoia is making me insane. Maybe I should see a therapist…
“Hey there pretty. What are you doing here?” A gruff voice coos. Sungmin looks ahead to see a burly built man leaning against a light post; blocking the way. “This is Skull territory, no trespassers.”
Sungmin begins to realize that there are two other men around him, and curses. “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to be rude. I didn’t know.” He whispers, wanting desperately to just avoid all this.
“Well, too late now, isn’t that right boys?” The first man says, moving to block the way. He tilts his head and smirks. “Are you a boy?” He narrows his eyes. “Sure could’ve fooled me, with your feminine looks and all.” The three burst out laughing.
Sungmin just grits his teeth and sets his jaw as he tries, again, to push the man out of his way. He wanted to avoid violence if necessary.
“Want to have fun with us? You’ll have a blast.” One man says, coming up behind him and grabbing his forearm.
Just as the stench of smoke and cheap cologne hits him, Sungmin lashes out with a kick and punch, surprising all of them as the man topples over a garbage can. “Please let me pass. I won’t show up here again.” He murmurs, rolling his hands into fists.
“Oh, we have a fighter in our midst.” The man who first spoke mutters, cocking his head to the sides.
Suddenly, one of the two still standing crumbles to the ground as a wooden pole strikes him across the chest and shoulder. Caught off guard, both Sungmin and the other jump. While the man growls and lunges at the unknown attacker, Sungmin on the other hand, trips over a pot-hole and falls heavily against the wall and a pile of bricks. He winces as his ankle twists at an odd angle.
But in the moment he falls and looks up, all three males are moaning and rolling on the floor. Surprised yet scared, Sungmin tries to make out the lean silhouette under the light post. Dark jeans with gray sneakers, and a white shirt with a black jacket blend into the night. If his clothing didn’t scream mysterious, or dark, his eyes certainly did.
And for Sungmin, it sends a shiver down his spine and stomach clench with sudden anxiety. Those eyes… he thinks, gulping and wetting his lips. He attempts to get on his feet, to only cry out in pain as he sees how swollen his ankle is. Great… just great.
What happens next, catches him off guard. One moment, he is leaning against a brick wall, whimpering lightly at the injured ankle. And in a blink of an eye, he is being heaved onto an unfamiliar back and carried away - piggyback style.
Excuse me? Is the first thing that comes to his mind as he flails in a moment of panic. “Excuse me?” He yelps, eyes wide with fear.
“Stop moving. You’ll fall.” Came the quiet answer. The voice trails unfelt kisses across his skin, raising goose bumps in its wake.
Obeying to the silent command. Sungmin keeps his mouth shut and leans tentatively against the warm backside of his savior, just to make his job easier. He smells nice… warm and fresh. Cheeks suddenly blazing with heat, Sungmin ignores his thoughts and bites his bottom lip. He also tries to ignore the fact that strong hands were wrapped around his legs; holding him place.
Am I going to die like this? He wonders, his heart thrumming like a humming bird’s wings.
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“Thank you.” Sungmin whispers, cooling his cheeks as he takes the cup of water. He was taken, to his horror and giddiness, to the unknown males home. A small one-room apartment.
“Take off your shoes, and I’ll treat your ankle.” Came the low seductive voice. Again, making Sungmin shiver like crazy.
He hesitantly does, and as the guy disappears to get the kit, he takes the moment to freely look around the small living room. It made him wonder why, but he liked the place - it was cozy and warm.
“M-my name is Sungmin by the way.” He stutters, introducing himself. He takes in a sharp breath when long fingers gently rub his foot.
“Kyuhyun.” Came the short reply. “It’s not broken, but it’ll be a pain to walk on for the next few days.” He looks up, his bangs covering half his face, but Sungmin could feel the intensity of those dark eyes. “Try and not to walk around, and avoid hard-labor for a while.” He advises, breaking the eye contact and bandaging the ankle.
Sungmin nods and drains his water, trying to not outright stare at Kyuhyun. He ignores how those long fingers graze his skin, how his foot was resting on his knee, how his deep breaths made his chest and shoulder rise, how--- stop. Sungmin. Stop. First paranoia, and this?! He shakes his head to clear his mind.
“That should be okay now. Be right back.” Kyuhyun whispers, voice suddenly very deep and kind of strained as he quickly walks away and rounds a corner into a room. Confused, Sungmin just shrugs and decides to limp around the small apartment. It would be the courteous and right thing to do, to just sit and patiently wait, but something inside of Sungmin told him to move around and see who this Kyuhyun guy really is.
With his unstable balance, it was inevitable that Sungmin would trip and fall. Which is exactly what he does. Instead of knocking anything over, he falls against a door, a bedroom - his bedroom - to be precise.
“A little peek won’t hurt anyone. Right?” He murmurs, opening the door a slight. But that was all he needed to gasp in shock and slowly open the door all they way.
Pictures, Polaroid pictures, were plastered against a wall of the room. To be specific, pictures of him - Sungmin - and his art work. Enough for one to loose count, Sungmin scans the wall of photos, disturbed and intrigued at the same time, and limps to get a closer look.
“Is that me?” He whispers, peering at a certain picture of himself sleeping on a bench outside of the school. He looks and sees that dates of when the picture was taken were written neatly at the bottom of every picture.
A gasp makes him tense and turn swiftly around on his good heel. He comes face to face with a shocked and embarrassed Kyuhyun, who gulps and stares at Sungmin as if he just grew an extra limb. Like a balloon deflating, the tall male suddenly groans and leans against the doorframe as he rubs his temples. “You weren’t supposed to see this.” He mutters, mostly to himself.
Sungmin can’t help an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Are these taken by you?” He leans against a desk for balance as he watches the uncomfortable Kyuhyun avoid looking up at him.
“I… I can explain.” Kyuhyun murmurs, voice weak and light.
Sungmin chuckles and shakes his head. He was having too much fun with this, and he didn’t even know why. “I think I know what’s going on, Mr. Stalker.” He muffles a giggle, and instead smirks, when Kyuhyun’s cheeks turn into a noticeable shade of vibrant red.
“You’re the reason why I’ve been so paranoid lately.” Sungmin concludes, a smile spreading across his lips. He claps. “So I’m not going crazy!” He chuckles when Kyuhyun looks up, briefly, to raise an eyebrow. “Long story.” Sungmin says, waving him off. But he chuckles and limps over to the tall male. Why he was so giddy about this new discovery, he had no idea. And neither did Kyuhyun.
“Why are you smiling like that? Aren’t you freaked out?” Kyuhyun voices, tone harsh and bitter. To Sungmin, he found it quite adorable.
“Yes,” Sungmin admits honestly, “I do think it is creepy, a bit scary too actually.” He grins. “But, I don’t find it repulsive… I, in fact, think it’s adorable…and even sweet.” He giggles when Kyuhyun looks at him like an alien.
“What?” Sungmin says, shrugging.
“So… you think that a random stranger, who has been stalking you and your art, is sweet?!” He says in disbelief. He frowns when Sungmin rolls his eyes.
“No, I think it is sweet because it’s you.” He leans against the opposite side of the doorframe. “A guy who would save me in the middle of the night, and then take me home and treat my injury… in my books, that’s pretty sweet and caring. So you can’t be a bad guy right?”
Kyuhyun snorts and crosses his arms. “What if, let’s say, I didn’t save you?”
“I would’ve beaten them up just fine.” Came the retort.
“What if I took you home, but let’s say, had dirty thoughts and planned for a raping?”
“But you didn’t. And besides, you don’t look like the type.”
“Oh? So there’s a type of people who look like they’ll rape someone?”
Sungmin nods.
“Care to enlighten me?”
“No.”
Kyuhyun purses his lips and stares at Sungmin, questioningly. “Why aren’t you running away and calling the police on me?” He whispers.
Sungmin wraps his arms around himself and can’t bring his eyes to meet Kyuhyun’s smoldering gaze. “I don’t’ know.” He fidgets and balances on his good foot. “Something feels,” He hesitantly looks up and holds the heated gaze, “right about all this.” He shakes his head and grins. “I’m an artist, what do you expect? All artists are thought to be a little wrong in the head.” Sungmin says, motioning with his finger and drawing circles beside his ear.
“So… does that mean you accept my freaky way of showing my affection to you?” Kyuhyun murmurs, so low that Sungmin almost missed it.
“I never said I accepted your stalking habit.” Sungmin says, making Kyuhyun’s shoulders droop sadly. “But I never said I didn’t accept your way of affection either.” He giggles when the taller male immediately brightens up and looks at him with eager eyes.
“Is that a yes?”
“Maybe.”
Kyuhyun frowns. “I don’t like riddles, or false answers.”
“Well, now I know that.” Sungmin says, eyes gleaming with fun. The usual timid and shy Sungmin that Kyuhyun always saw was nowhere in sight.
Taking a breath, Kyuhyun suddenly steps forward for a confession. “I’ve liked you since middle school until now. I was a cowered and never had the courage to ask you out, or even talk to you, so my habit of following you around became that of a stalker.” He sighs and looks at Sungmin square in the eye. “What do you have to say to that?”
“We went to the same middle school?” Sungmin blurts, surprised.
Kyuhyun runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Yes, but I was literally a wall flower, so you wouldn’t remember me anyhow.”
Sungmin looks at Kyuhyun suspiciously. “Do you go to the same school as me… now?” To his utter surprise, Kyuhyun nods his head and smiles gently.
“Are you saying you’re younger then me?” Sungmin says, shocked and bewildered. He was so sure that Kyuhyun was older then him.
“Are you implying something?” Kyuhyun says, raising an eyebrow. Sungmin laughs and shakes his head, he wonders how easy - how free - it is to talk to this man he just met. And to find that Kyuhyun liked him, albeit with some creepy habits, but still, likes him… it made Sungmin overly joyous at the simple thought.
“So… care to enlighten me how your stalking habits came to be?” Sungmin teases, grinning and moving away from leaning against the doorframe. But, he looses his balance suddenly, and just like in those dramas and movies, Kyuhyun catches his fall… or not.
“Ow.” Sungmin winces, peeking open his closed eyes and staring at Kyuhyun, who was flat on his back beneath him. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just fine.” Kyuhyun mutters, slightly embarrassed. As he was about to catch Sungmin’s fall, he lost his own footing and down they both went.
They share a look of silence before laughter hits them both. Kyuhyun helps Sungmin up and leads him to sit on the bed. “Doesn’t this seem strange to you?” He asks, sitting beside Sungmin, the man of his dreams. “Sitting next to your own stalker and asking them questions?”
A small grin spreads across Sungmin’s lips as he looks up to Kyuhyun’s deep eyes. “It is, but.” He tilts his head to the side and smiles widely. “I like the sudden change in my life. So, about my questions…”
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Sungmin later learns that it was always because of Kyuhyun, whenever he “happened to be near”, he would have that shiver and uneasy feeling run through his body. (To this Kyuhyun smirks and leans close to Sungmin to nip at his ear, which makes the elder squeak and turn red.)
He discovers new things. Like how he isn’t tired of art shows, or new gallery openings, if Kyuhyun was there with him. How when Kyuhyun lets him listen to his vocal practices, it makes him float beyond the clouds and fall for the younger male more then he already has. How everyday he is inspired, whether it be love, lust or warmth, of creating new paintings.
How it feels to deal with love and something different from his old life.
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Behind the Scene Cut:
“Thank you for the business. Now here’s the money.” Kyuhyun murmurs, handing a wad of cash to each of the three men standing before him.
One of the men start, a purpling bruise forming around his eye from a punch. “Hey! You’re ripping us off! We’re short-“
“He was hurt.” Kyuhyun growls, eyes flashing dangerously. He smirks when the three men avoid his gaze with a flinch. “Now, go on and let’s never meet again, shall we?”
All grumbling something under their breath, they scatter like mice with cheese in their pockets. Grinning, Kyuhyun whistles down the alleyway, where he “saved” Sungmin from the “ruffians”, and marches home to Sungmin who is waiting for him with open arms.
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A/N: I hope this was to your liking kirum It started out good in the beginning, but around the end it kind of went off on its own and ended how it liked to. ^___________^;;;; Hehe oops. And this is longer then I expected…. But, anywho, hope you enjoyed! o(^^)o