[Mini-series] Belonged (1/5)
Belonged [1/5] | Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Donghae, Hyukjae(Eunhyuk), Jongwoon(Yesung), Ryeowook, Siwon | Chaptered, angst, romance | NC-17 (for this part)
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“Wish you can forgive your yesterday; wish you can love your tomorrow.”
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The first time he saw him was almost two decades ago. When they were still in light blue shirts and black shorts and yellow round hats and their mums are as tall as giants. They were too innocent and too helpless that the ladies were still in charge of wiping away their snots. Well, at least for Kyuhyun.
He can still remember how his mum was so worried sending him to the kindergarten for the first day because well he was a new kid on the block and new kid often started late per usual. Her grip on his small right hand was pretty tight but Kyuhyun liked it because the tighter it got the better he felt. The pressure in his chest felt lifted. And when his mum finally let his hand go, Kyuhyun wasn’t afraid of anything anymore. So he began to wander around the small kindergarten oh you don't know what it felt like being able to walk around a strange new place like that for a new kid like him. he found the playground and a few new friends; a boy with bangs covered his eyes, hugging an aquarium with a turtle inside (the turtle didn't seem to be healthy though), two inseparable boys; one of them kept stuttering while he talked and the other one just loved to smile and and and when he smiled his gums showed up and his eyes went missing. And another boy with thick eye brows and a pair of dimples, reading something that he said was a holy book. Kyuhyun didn't know it was a Bible back then.
Later the two inseparable boys took him on a tour around the place (again) and they talked about how Kamen Rider and Power Rangers could gang up together and fight with Gamera and Kyuhyun just nodded because he knew everyone knew that Gamera was a frienemy of Ultraman which led the discussion to a conclusion that just didn't make any sense at all. They told him about the place where they usually saw a middle-aged flasher guy who recently got scared by another young and gay flasher and Kyuhyun asked them what a flasher means and they simply shook their heads and answered in union; “we don't know, people said when a man takes off his jacket at roadsides then he’s a flasher.”
Kyuhyun noted down in mind to never take off his jacket at roadsides or people would think he is a flasher too. And then they heard two girls fought against each other and crying and a boy was trying hard to calm them down in the garden behind the building.
“Sungminnie, you said you will only have Sunny’s present for your birthday then why Yoori’s too??”
“He said he will take only Yoori’s present!!”
“Now now I only take both your presents I won't take anyone else’s okay?”
They saw the boy kissed both the girls on lips and wondered where did a six year old kid learnt all that kind of technique and took both the childishly wrapped presents into his hands. “See? I took only these two. I won't take anyone else’s.”
“That’s Lee Sungmin. He - he’s a rich boy. B-b-but he’s bad,” the stuttering boy told him, and Kyuhyun could clearly see the way Sungmin was dressed, and how his hair was styled in a Richie Rich way you know the hairstyle from the story where the kid was a billionaire’s son with McDonalds and roller-coaster ride inside his mansion?
But Kyuhyun didn't get it when the boy said bad, until finally the two girls went away hand in hand (what, they made up already?) and Sungmin tossed the presents into a big trashcan next to a big tree a few metres away from him. “Girl’s are annoying.” Kyuhyun was trying to find what annoying means inside his limited vocabulary range when Sungmin turned to face the place they were hiding (well not really hiding because the boys were only a few steps away from Sungmin) and smiled while looking at him.
“He’s bad, he’s bad! Don't talk to him, he’s bad!” the gummy boy screamed while pulling his hand, taking him away from the place he was standing with the stuttering boy leading in front. Because Lee Sungmin was bad, so Kyuhyun never spoke to him for the rest of his kindergarten days.
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Should Kyuhyun say it was a chance of mere luck and a pinch of unfortunate events that brought him to a state where he and Lee Sungmin were seated next to each other during middle school and high school years? Yes yes it should be it. Then he must have been such a bastard in his previous life (but his fortune teller told him that he was a rodent in his previous life!!) and was sentenced to suffer in this present life even though he was a good kid uhuh that should be the best explanation. Period.
They were in the elite class in high school (because their scores were exceptional and Kyuhyun was the son of the director so yeah) and that made him wails for a few days when the school started because unfortunately his two best friends from the kindergarten namely Lee Hyukjae and Lee Donghae were married not just from their physiques and destinies but unfortunately together with their stupidities and numbers of marks and that threw them a long way down to the second last class (sometimes Kyuhyun thought being smart was a pain in the ass so he wanted to be a smartass but Donghae would say there’s no need to because he is one) and left Kyuhyun to mingle around the intelligent, neat-lining clothed boys and girls, who brought their own lunch from home because their mommas said canteen’s foods were no good and juices in box were full of germs. Oh and add the fact that most of the boys in there were momma’s boys.
Except for lessons, he never stayed in his class. Well sometimes he fell asleep after a hard time fighting with enemies’ warriors and trolls last night, but most of the time, he was either in his best friends’ class or watching Siwon’s catholic aerobic club practice (it was a bit...) or Jongwoon’s secret pond for the turtles he bred since middle school near the school’s old swimming pool (Kyuhyun told him once that chlorine would be bad for reptiles but miraculously his turtles grew up well and Donghae called them Gameras).
“You should spend more time with Wookie than with these Gameras, Jongwoonnie.”
“Wookie was the one who suggested me to keep on with this project. And if you are still wondering, he comes every day, and this is our dating place.” Uh wow he wasn’t surprised when he heard that because last time when he came, Ryeowook was buttoning his uniform and Jongwoon was fixing his belt. Aaaaaaaand their hair was kind of messy, too. That should be a clue of what exactly they were doing here after all.
“By the way, Cho Kyuhyun, don't you have any class to catch?”
“Literature, but I guess I’m going to skip it. Sungmin will be too noisy talking about his talents on the subject, and I will end up throwing up blood.”
Kyuhyun didn't need an answer for the question: ‘what are the reasons for you to hate Lee Sungmin this much?’ because everyone knew the answer. Lee Sungmin has everything in the world that every high school lad had wished for. Looks, wealth, intelligence, and the pheromones that attracted girls oh how Kyuhyun wished he could steal the potion to smear the pheromones all over his body. But someone like Sungmin doesn’t deserve all that advantages, or so Kyuhyun thought. Like when they graduated from middle school, after the graduation ceremony, he overheard Sungmin’s apology on the phone to a girl saying how he couldn’t make it to the date tonight, but damn Lee Sungmin, he was waiting for another girl to come out from the school gate and offered her an ice-cream treat because he missed the date last night. What the fuck Lee Sungmin! And what made him hundred percent sure that Lee Sungmin was a bastard, an arrogant motherfucking, dickhead, was he knew Kyuhyun was all along watching him, oh Kyuhyun noticed that because he turned around and snickered at him. Yes oh lord yes he was snickering, like saying ‘I’ve got a bitch you don't’ right into his face.
Fuck you Lee Sungmin!
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He must’ve been dreaming, because he saw Lee Sungmin came walking towards him. Oh yes he must’ve been dreaming, because Lee Sungmin sat next to him when he was asleep near the turtle pond, and Jongwoon was nowhere in sight. Ah Jongwoon did tell him he was going back to his class so that Kyuhyun can have a good sleep. Oh damn he must’ve been dreaming because Lee Sungmin was caressing his face and smiled when he looked up to see him.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding.”
“Uh.”
“You know, you never talk. Why?”
“Only to you.”
“Why?”
“Because... I hate people like you.”
Sungmin chuckled, and lay down on the grass next to him. Kyuhyun wondered if he was still in a dream, because the clouds seemed to move slowly, and the sky was all blue, and the green trees were dancing because of the wind, and there was a breath of rain enwrapping the air. Because people said in a dream everything beautiful could happen, and all of these were beautiful. “I wish I could hate people like you do. I mean, I do hate people, but I can't show them that I hate them.” Sungmin turned to his side, and Kyuhyun could feel the breath lingering around his neck, indicating how close Sungmin was to him. It was suffocating, yet thrilling, and annoying, yet somehow, relaxing.
“You do show it, because I know you hate me.” Kyuhyun snarled, and Sungmin grunted. Quickly he sat up and less Kyuhyun expected for Sungmin to jump onto his body and fisted up his collar. “I don't hate you. I do hate a lot of people, but you are the last person that would be on the list,” he whispered with a low tone, as if he was enticing Kyuhyun into a spell of lust. Kyuhyun shivered. He knew he has to do something about this.
“Bullshit. Every time you got yourself a new bitch, you will snarl at me all the time that I feel like throwing your fucking ass outside the window!” Kyuhyun got up, but Sungmin pushed him back down, and Kyuhyun thought ‘ah, his face is too close!’ that he felt weird. It took him almost a few seconds to finally realise that the hot, soft flesh on his lips were actually Sungmin’s lips. “You don't have to throw me outside the window. Take my ass in; oh I can do you the pleasure.”
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He wondered why his mouth was refusing the touches, when his body was allowing it, going all “No no don't do that damn it Sungmin you bastard!”; what a hypocrite he thought. And for god sake, they were doing it on the grass, near the turtle pond!
He didn't remember when did it happened (or why did it happened), but then he found Sungmin’s eyes were looking at him from between his own lifted thighs, and god how the blood rushed to his ears and all that he could hear was the thump-thump-thump when Sungmin kissed and licked his half-awakened member. The way he cupped the mushroom head with his well-shaped lips and moaned endlessly, when he lifted his ass and undo his own belt and pulled his pants and boxer down oh man this was the first time ever a man got him a chill down the spine in a sexual way. Kyuhyun shuddered when he saw how Sungmin moved his mouth, banging his dick against his tongue inside it, and how his other hand was fingering his own hole, because Kyuhyun was too stunned and too immature to do it to him, he said earlier.
“Why are you doing this --”
“Because you said you hate me.”
“And doing this will change that??”
Sungmin stopped licking, and climbed his straightened up body, hooking his arms around Kyuhyun’s long neck, brushing their chest and nipples against each other (oh Kyuhyun could feel his nipples were so hard) and licked his own lips before he kissed Kyuhyun once again. “Why not? It’s worth trying, isn’t it?” and that look, that snarling look was on his face again. Kyuhyun hated that look so much, as if it was saying ‘you lost the war I won’ oh hell he would ever let Sungmin win the war they were in. Hot kisses were uncontrolled, and eventually their mouth were wet and all warmed up, and Kyuhyun took this chance to show Sungmin he was still the king. When they were taking their breath from the long, lustful kiss, Kyuhyun rolled himself to the side and pushed Sungmin down by the neck, bumming his face onto the grass. Sungmin grunted, and Kyuhyun hummed in satisfaction. His right hand forced Sungmin to open his mouth and shoved his fingers in. Sungmin moaned as he licked and sucked those long, calloused fingers and Kyuhyun was stunned by how his face was at that moment.
Lee Sungmin was a beauty. His eyelashes were long, his skin was smooth and flawless, and his nose was naturally small and pointed. When his face was all red, he looked lustful yet too cute at the same time. And his neck, the crooks on his neck were so sexy when it was showered with the sweats and-
Lee Sungmin was looking at his face again, with the same arrogant look. His lips were curling at the ends. Kyuhyun knew it, he just wouldn’t switch off. Harshly, he pulled out Sungmin’s hand that was digging and fucking his own hole, and pressed his fingers inside. “Use your own hand for your ‘son’, bitch.” Uh Sungmin was so tight, Kyuhyun never knew what it felt like when you had sex with other man but Sungmin was so tight that Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to think this was his first time ever with a man. Maybe Sungmin being all cocky and show-off was an act to get him. But he wouldn’t give a damn.
Sungmin’s tight hole was swallowing his fingers, finding the prostate was never an easy task when he was fucking a woman, let alone a man. But Kyuhyun was not giving up. Sungmin was moaning and cursing and moaning times and times again, and when he finally let out “Kyuhyun, do something,” that it naturally came to his mind that hey, I can fuck him too. Pushing his member in was rather easy when he had been needlessly digging the puckered slit earlier. “Fuck,” he breathed into Sungmin’s neck, when Sungmin clenched him inside, and licked his nose and chin and bit his left ear. It was hard for two grown up kids to fuck and be fucked, because you know, limbs entangled with each other, and thighs clashing and elbows pressing everywhere. But who cares, Kyuhyun was banging Sungmin hard, and Sungmin was moaning hard, and the grass beneath them were slippery from their sweats as Sungmin clenched the hair at the back of Kyuhyun’s head, and the banging got harder and his thighs split wider, and they just didn't care about the bell that rang for the sixth period.
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Kyuhyun hated people like Sungmin, because they planned things on how they felt like doing it, not how it matched the time in the real world. Because the next morning when he came to class, Sungmin’s desk was empty, and he thought it was only for that day, but shit it was empty until the high school ended. The first week Sungmin left, Kyuhyun was all moody because he thought he had won the war, but Sungmin did better. He let Kyuhyun thought he had won, then he ripped the crown of proud from his face, leaving him confused and a bit hurt, he supposed.
“Damn Lee Sungmin go rot in hell.”
It wasn’t because he liked Sungmin, no no that would be far too imaginative and fictional. It was only that feeling, that feeling you had, like you were attached to someone that you wanted to forget because you hated him so much but you just couldn’t because... because you guys were having sex even after you told him in the face that you hated him. Because having sex to Kyuhyun wasn’t like taking meds when you were having fever, or wearing swim trunks when you wanted to go swim in some distant lake or sea. “He could’ve just told me before leaving, that bastard. One moment he was moaning like a bitch the next all I know was my dad told me my classmate who is fucking sitting next to me is moving to America. What the fuck, Lee Sungmin?”
Hyukjae laughed as he saw how troubled the kid in front of him was. “Not funny, you monkey. Who knows what kind of STD he might have ditch on me and he went ‘haha I’m fucking someone else in America and you can't catch me’ the next day!” Donghae almost cried when Kyuhyun strangled his Hyukjae with the true intention of making him breathless. Only after Donghae threatened to break his PSP which he just bought a week ago (he didn't have a single clue how Donghae could possibly take out the console out from its locked pouch) that he let go of the poor monkey.
“You know, you’re acting like someone who just lost his wife.” Siwon who was actually there since the beginning of their conversation finally spoke, and everyone who was there, including Jongwoon and Ryeowook that just arrived nodded in agreement. “Wi - wife? That is preposterous!” Hyukjae and Donghae ended up trying to figure out how did the ‘preposterous’ really sounds like and how to spell it, while Siwon was trying his best to find the best words to describe what he really meant by his statement. Ryeowook was feeding the little turtle on Jongwoon’s shoulder and Jongwoon tried to kiss him and they just didn't care.
“Sometimes love just happened and we can say nothing about it.” Siwon commented again, at last. Kyuhyun gave him a strong, piercing look that perhaps could kill.
“Just saying it, dork.”
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Kyuhyun never realized that he was so irritated by the fact that Lee Sungmin has vanished (gone, dead, fucked up somewhere Kyuhyun just didn't care) that he studied more than what he needed and entered a great university majoring in law and had a great four years time in there with girlfriends and communities and hangout buddies that he always forgot their names and eventually graduated with rainbows of flying colours and fireworks (success often pictured with firework, isn’t it?) and he got a good position in a famous law firm somewhere in Seoul. He never wanted to see or heard of Lee Sungmin again. But life was a joke, and to Kyuhyun yes he would still be agree to the fact that he was punished in this life for the bad things he did in the previous one, when one day his firm was having a meeting (was it destined?) with a big company who had always been using their service when things got complicated and twisted and bitchy with the government and law, and one of the board members presented that day was;
(that dumbshit, motherfucker)
Lee Sungmin. And oh damn he was the President.
Sometimes when works distracted you from thinking of unnecessary things, you just hoped that it will keep you at that forever, eternity. Like how the images near the turtle pond kept popping out in his memory when he was taking notes of the strategies for the inception; the way Sungmin looked at him with his pair of foxy eyes, or the moans that he let out when he pressed his body closer on Kyuhyun’s -
‘This is bad,’ Kyuhyun thought. What was that down-the-memory-lane shit just now? Sungmin was acting like nothing had happened between them, so he should be able to do the same, or at least act like he too, didn't remember anything from that moment almost six years ago. They were there as professionals, and being professional was what he intended to do. He knew it will sounded so pathetic, still being all worked up inside for one random sex in high school, so he calmed himself down, and took a glance at Sungmin.
Sungmin wasn’t taking it seriously, so why should he?
Because there Sungmin was, smiling and talking with his other subs like they never knew each other if not for today. There Sungmin was, seriously fixing his glasses and focused on the presentation made by Kyuhyun’s team who were responsible when the world of twisted laws and regulations involved in the project they were planning. There Sungmin was, looking at him with a pair of serious eyes, it supposed to be the same, perverted eyes six years ago, but to Kyuhyun it was so different that it scared him. scared him to the extend where finally he managed to pull himself up and made up his mind; that Sungmin was not the same Sungmin that he hated a few years ago back in school. Sungmin was a president to the company which was his client. He should not feel anything about it anymore, and it wasn’t his fault that he needed to feel so restless about meeting each other once again.
If someone does need to feel restless, Sungmin should be the one.
“Good job everyone,” Sungmin came and shook hands with his team leader once they were finished. He talked about how he would love to continue using their intelligence once again after this project finished later and how he was impressed with the strategies planned by Kyuhyun earlier on. Kyuhyun nodded, bowed, thanked and asked his leader whether he could leave earlier since he was not feeling good, or so he claimed. He could see Sungmin’s crooked brows and twitching lips that seemed like to be saying something but the words just didn't come out as he planned. Whatever, he wasn’t going to say anything, because yarp, he didn't care.
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Yes Cho Kyuhyun did not have much to care about Lee Sungmin, not even a bit care if he was dead or alive. Unless when his television at home was showing Sungmin’s face going all cheeky and smiling like a little boy, holding a woman’s hand who seemed to be (a lot) older than he was and announced their wedding in two days’ time on the six in the evening’s news slot and made him to spurted his juice over his microwave-heated cheese macaroni. Kyuhyun didn't know why he would make such a reaction himself. Was it because Lee Sungmin was someone that he knew, or because his doorbell rang at the same time he registered that Lee Sungmin was getting married?
And less he expected to greet the face that just came out on his television a few moments ago in front of his doorstep. He froze for a few minutes, and that left Sungmin to awkwardly stand with hands fidgeting and eyes looking elsewhere than Kyuhyun’s gaping mouth and raised brows.
“Not going to invite me in?”
“Don't think so. What you think this is; reunion?”
But still, he left his door opened as he walked inside, and Sungmin invited himself into the house. “For someone like you, this is quite a cozy place,” he said, as he sat down at the Japanese-style table in the living room. His eyes roamed around the inside of the condominium lot Kyuhyun was living in. “What do you mean; someone like me? And what are you doing here? Don't you have a wedding to get your ass busy for?”
Sungmin chuckled, and Kyuhyun almost forgot how annoying Sungmin chuckles were. “There’s no use of hiring a wedding planner if I have to do everything.”
“Then why me? Why here?” Sungmin giggled, and for some reasons Kyuhyun did not like the way he did it, well, the way he used to hate it as always. Sungmin then pulled him down to sit next to him, and had cans of beer coming out from his back (because Kyuhyun didn't see him carrying them earlier) onto the table. “Let’s just have a private bachelor night okay? Just the two of us.”
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Because everyone knows that Cho Kyuhyun wasn’t someone that would be affected by a few litres of booze, and Lee Sungmin was so bad at it, so they ended up with Sungmin trying hard to make sense of everything that came out from his own mouth, and Kyuhyun trying hard not to laugh at what came out from Sungmin’s mouth. Sungmin was talking about how he started to love pink coloured stuffs and how bunnies made him feels all fluffy that maybe he is going to die if he hugged one and to the point where he asked Kyuhyun why they were the only ones there and Kyuhyun answered he was the one who barged into his house after a stupid marriage announcement.
Sungmin laughed, hiccupped, laughed, and cried. Kyuhyun wondered if it was a drunken man’s state to do all that in one breath like a social sickness (or more likely to habit) but Sungmin just did. Maybe Kyuhyun was a tad drunk, okay, he was a bit drunk because he just found out how cute it was when Sungmin stuttered in his speech and how his face turned so red and his giggles and chuckles and truthful laughs suddenly didn't sound so annoying at all. God damn it he was so different than he was as a President or a classmate who was sitting next to Kyuhyun in class a few years ago. And he was definitely not the happy man who told the world about his marriage to an old daughter of his father’s friend so that their companies would stay tied to each other oh my what a cliché.
“Am I still hated?” hiccupped. Kyuhyun laughed, and nodded. “I still hate you, ya.”
“But, but why? It’s been too long... and I never hate you.” Sungmin clung to his neck, and Kyuhyun was suffocating from the weight of the drunken man. He tried to shove Sungmin away but maybe Sungmin was like a drunken master you know the kungfu guru who got his strength when he was drunk uhuh Sungmin was strong even when he was drunk that every time Kyuhyun pulled his body away his arms around the latter’s neck gotten tighter.
“Damn it Lee Sungmin you’re killing me.”
“If I got you killed then I’ll lost my reason to live.”
“What?” he thought it was only a result of Sungmin’s drunkenness that he blurted out nonsense but he repeated the words again and again that Kyuhyun turned upset. “You are special like, like; pink bunnies and rainbows and candies like that.”
“Man you’re totally screwed I told you.” He stood up and pulled Sungmin away from the table to the nearest couch when the drunken man suddenly jumped on him and made them both landed on the couch, with Sungmin on top of him.
“I like them; all the rainbows and bunnies and candies. So you can say that I like you, no; I love you.”
“Incoherence. And contracts cannot be made when a party involved was not in the right state of mind. So I won't put that into agreement.” He tried his lame law joke but he guessed it didn't work so he laughed it off and his eyes refused to figure out the expression on Sungmin’s face, because he was scared that it would not be as what he expected it to be. He wanted Sungmin to at least knock his head or laughed and said that it was a lame joke and get off him but no no Sungmin wasn’t moving. Instead, there were drops of warm liquid slowly falling onto his cheeks and nose.
“Because you are beautiful like bunnies.”
“Bunnies?”
“Bunnies.”
Sungmin leaned his head onto Kyuhyun’s chest, and sniffed his scent. Kyuhyun wished that he would have the strength to push him away and out of his house oh you don't know how bad he wished he had that strength, but Sungmin was too fragile, vulnerable that even with a pinch he could burst or break to dust.
“So, I remind you of bunnies?”
“...and candies, and rainbows.”
“Why rainbows? Of all the things?”
Sungmin’s hands ran down his forearms and clenched them tight, and Kyuhyun twitched. He was wondering whether to be deep in thought or to actually listen to what Sungmin wanted to say. “You’re weird,” he commented, finally, and Sungmin kissed his left cheek.
“Because,” --hiccupped, “there were rainbows in the sky when I first saw you, yeeeeaarss yeaaaarsss ago - in that small garden behind our kindergarten...”
Oh, he thought.
“And candies? Why candies?”
Sungmin leaned, buried his small nose in the crooks of his neck and chuckled.
“Nothing. Just feels like saying it,” hiccupped, “ -because someone that you like always sweet as candies are.”
Kyuhyun saw that face, the face that was literally saying that ‘hey I’ve been damn in love with you since I know how ‘respiration’ was spelled’ and he finally understood. The face that made him hate Sungmin was actually that face. Oh silly him. His fingers ran down Sungmin’s cold nape, and ruffled his hair. He smacked his lips, wetting them up and down, and then pulled Sungmin’s face away from his chest;
“It’s not like I wanted to, but sweet people like me just have the tendencies to kiss idiots; just like you.”
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He could really compare how chaste the kiss felt than it was six years ago. The warmth, the breath that smeared on his face, the voice that was halted when their lips brushed and stuck onto each other and tongues were battling and tickling their inner mouth; it was different. Or was it the same? Kyuhyun was not so sure. Maybe the kisses were different when the feelings were different. Sungmin wasn’t that bad, in fact he was marvellous.
“You weren’t this gentle last time,” Sungmin commented as Kyuhyun kissed his jaw line down to the crooks of his neck. The collarbones were deep and beautiful, and Sungmin’s pale, white skin was almost glowing under the dim light of the living room. Kyuhyun ignored the comment, as he plucked out the buttons of Sungmin’s shirt from their places one by one, revealing the perking pink tits and his slightly chubby abs. “You weren’t this cute last time,” and Sungmin smacked his arms, yet Kyuhyun grabbed both his wrists and held them secure above his head, as he pinned Sungmin down onto the Kashmir wool carpet with his body and kissed him; kiss, bite, sucking the lower lip as slow and as gentle as he could, because he didn't want the morning to come sooner, or they have to end this earlier.
His lips moved from there down to Sungmin’s chest; his tongue nibbled and circled the excited nipples and Sungmin moaned while biting his slightly bruised lower lip. The sounds of his moans vibrated that Kyuhyun felt the sudden rush of endorphins that excite him to all over his body, and he could feel his pants tightened. His hands started to unbuckle Sungmin’s belt and pulled down the latter’s pant to his knees, and his kisses were dragged to his belly, and around his navel, and he could feel Sungmin was shivering as his fingers were trailing the tight spandex boxer, brushing and twiddling above his slight erection.
“Don't do that, please,” Sungmin pleaded, and Kyuhyun finally pulled down the boxer and circled his long fingers around Sungmin’s hardened length, moving them up and down, stroking it gently and steadily as he fastened the grip. He pulled Sungmin up, leaning against the couch, and pushed his thighs so that they would bend and let him see Sungmin’s hole. His fingers were tickling the latter’s inner thighs; drawing circles and wavy lines and that made Sungmin grunted and moaned and huffed, and gripped the arm rest of the couch so tight that Kyuhyun could hear the fabric squeaked as it met against the sweaty skin. He then brought his other hand, the hand that wasn’t grabbing Sungmin’s member; near to Sungmin’s aroused face, and pressed the latter’s lips open, caressing his teeth and letting Sungmin’s tongue to lick it wet, sucking it in hard and lustfully. It was exhilarating, really. Sungmin was good with sexual expression on his face. Fuck, he was such an expert with facial expression, Kyuhyun must admit that, because the next thing he knew, he had to unfold his belt and pulled down his pant and Sungmin without being told was caressing his hardness.
He snickered, as he pulled out his fingers from Sungmin’s mouth, licking the wet lips once again, tongues clashing and teeth biting the edges of the lips, sucking till red marks appeared and stayed. “You’re good,’ he complimented, and he pushed Sungmin’s thighs even higher that his knees almost touched his chin, and his wet fingers entered Sungmin’s slit. There was a gasp, a moan, a sexy grunt, and incoherent breathings followed the movement a few seconds later. Kyuhyun moved the fingers gradually faster, and Sungmin clenched his shoulders as he was trying to hold his voice in.
“Let it out.”
“Wha - what? Unnhh--”
He dug even deeper, twirling the fingers inside, tried to find the prostate and when Sungmin finally yelped ‘Ah!’, Kyuhyun moved his fingers even more deeper and wilder. “Let your voice out. I want to hear them.”
So when he finally laid Sungmin back on the carpet, thighs wrapping his waist, and Sungmin was clenching the poking wools of the carpet, biting his lower lips, calling Kyuhyun’s name as Kyuhyun entered him slowly and started to moved his hips, Sungmin let out the most seductive moans that not even a girl that he ever fucked could make, and how tight Sungmin was made Kyuhyun fucked him, no; made love to him times and times again until dawn.
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This time, Kyuhyun hated himself. Because Lee Sungmin was still there when he opened his eyes, looking at him with a pair of hopeful eyes. The eyes that wished something like ‘please don't throw me away!’ or ‘say that you love me too’ shits. Because Kyuhyun could never resist the eagerness to kiss the smiling lips a good morning kiss, so he caressed the smooth cheeks and looked into the talking eyes and buried his nose into the naturally fragranced skin under his chin; the scent of strawberry. He remembered how Sungmin had this same scent too back near the turtle pond six years ago, but he was too immersed in his own feelings back then that he missed it.
Sungmin said he was like candies, and bunnies and rainbows. But there were no such things in real life. Bunnies never live longer than humans, and not all of them are fluffy. Candies melt. And rainbows? Rainbows just; disappear.
“Morning, tough guy. You have a wedding to catch.”
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Lee Sungmin was married to a (rich) spinster the next morning after he and Kyuhyun had sex, no; made love for the second time. Kyuhyun went to the wedding because Sungmin insisted. Sungmin wasn’t saying anything about what they did last night, except for the fact that he had to put a lot of foundation and make-ups to cover the hickeys on his neck and collar bones and the edges of his lips, and laughed it off.
Kyuhyun wished the hickeys would stay.
Kyuhyun was sitting at the front seat near the altar, when Sungmin entered the big door and walked down the aisle with his white tuxedo, and stood in front of the priest while waiting for the bride to arrive. He was glancing a few times back at the audience, and only after the third time that Kyuhyun realised he was actually glancing at him. He chuckled, and cleared his throat as a sign for Sungmin to not to do that, but he guessed Sungmin took the meaning differently, and smiled widely while turning around to face him.
It was silent, a sign language. Sungmin pointed a finger at himself. Then bended fingers joined together, shaping a heart. Then a finger pointed at Kyuhyun. Even a two-year old kid could figure out that much of a sign.
‘I love you,’ he said. Oh why Kyuhyun felt as if he was wasting such a lifetime hating someone like this?
-
The next five years after that wasn’t much of a difference. Kyuhyun was still working with the same law firm, except for the fact that he is now a legal partner of it. he tried to be in a relationship more than six times, but they all failed because they couldn’t find the right time to be together, or the fact that he could missed your birthdays and anniversaries (Kyuhyun never knew there was a monthly anniversary) more than three times itself was upsetting. Or maybe, it was because those women weren’t Lee Sungmin.
He hated people like Lee Sungmin. Who came and interfered with other’s life and left as how they wished to leave just like the wind. It would be great if he didn't come the night before his wedding, and told Kyuhyun that he loved him, so that there would be no attachment of him in Kyuhyun’s life. And Lee Sungmin was an asshole too.
An asshole because he was unpredictable.
Just two years after the wedding, they annulled the marriage, because the wife met with her old lover and wanted to continue her relationship with him, so Sungmin needed to back off. It was all over the news, so it would be impossible if Kyuhyun didn't hear anything about it. And for some silly reasons, he felt happy for Sungmin, and for himself. Maybe, maybe Sungmin was able to seize a part of his heart back then when he was confessing to him. Maybe when he was making love to Sungmin that night, instead doing it out of sympathy (now he sounded noble) he was actually really making love to Lee Sungmin. And he was actually hoping for his doorbell to ring and Sungmin was standing at his doorstep, with his pair of doe eyes that were so mysterious and puzzling, asking to be taken in the second time.
But no that didn't happen. Instead, he never expected for that news at the Tuesday newspaper delivered right onto his working desk in his firm. Like, who would have ever expect there will be an airplane crash and Lee Sungmin’s name was found on the name list provided as the ‘unfortunates’?
People were talking about the sudden loss of a capable and wonderful young man. Even the same bunch of people who happily gossiped about Sungmin’s failed marriage a few years ago suddenly spoke as if he was a dear friend. Kyuhyun felt sick when news and talk shows in the morning which only a few days ago putting up girls with thick make ups and great boobs to explain about the weathers (like people didn't know how to read them off the screen or didn't see the virtual suns danced all over the map) suddenly discussed and rolled out tributes to the young director of the large company. Like he was a superstar.
“Damn it Lee Sungmin you’re still an attention seeker after death. Hope you won't fuck the angels up there, too.”
It was weird because there were little wet drops on his shirt.
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And just like Kyuhyun who thought his life was a joke and he made such a huge mistake in his past life, Lee Donghae would never expect his-once-a-best-friend-now-a-lover, Lee Hyukjae would finally confessed something that he thought should have been told a few years ago; waaaaaayyyy few years ago.
“Lee Sungmin was my brother.”
‘Damn Lee Hyukjae damn Lee Sungmin, damn the Lee brothers!’ Kyuhyun thought and Donghae followed. They were listening to Hyukjae then, well of course they would listen when suddenly a plain guy like how Hyukjae had always been showed up at his office in a pair of black, mourning tux with well-combed hair and all his piercings taken off the small holes, with a chaffed Donghae next to him, arms crossing on his chest and refused to look at Hyukjae like he always did.
“Let me guess. You were the second son, always abandoned because your big brother had always been under the lights since...”
“If you’re going to say that because I’m not talented, then shut your fucking mouth up Cho Kyuhyun. I didn't come here to have a fight with you.”
“Heh, you would never win anyway.”
He snarled then jumped onto the sofa in front of the couple. Donghae followed suit and Hyukjae took a seat on the glass coffee table facing them. “Well I guess Kyuhyun has told the first part of the tale. Now moving on to the second part.”
Ryeowook entered the room with five cups of tea; meaning that he wanted to be included in the meeting among friends like that and Jongwoon would turn up anytime soon from his veterinary clinic just next to Kyuhyun’s firm building. Hyukjae sighed, and nodded softly when Ryeowook pushed his ass a bit to fit his on the same table.
“Fuck you Hyukjae.” Donghae shot a stare at him when he said that, like ‘hey man I’m pissed too but this is my boyfriend so mind your lang, yaw’ look, but hell Kyuhyun was never intimidated by what he would call a childish stare. “...and when he’s fucking dead you suddenly showed up in this fucking corporate mourning suit and say ‘ay man, he was my big bro’ just like that? And Jongwoon where’s Siwon?”
“Church meeting.” Jongwoon who was still panting with Ryeowook wiping his sweats answered and they all went ‘ah’.
“God damn it Kyuhyun how should I know you had a thing for him!” Hyukjae suddenly exploded. He was pretty tensed by the fact that Kyuhyun was blaming him ever since they gathered just now. “Uh - sorry.”
“He was my blood brother, but not from the same mom.” He started. “There’s nothing much about him and me, in fact we were once on a very great term. But,” Kyuhyun just knew it, when there was a pause in a story told by mouth and tongue, there was no good stuff will took place. Not in a gazillion years.
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
A/N : DO NOT ARGUE ABOUT THE TITLE. I JUST THOUGHT THIS WOULD MAKE SENSE THAT'S ALL. so yeah this is pretty long, and i think it's better to make it into a mini-series. forgive me, i'm not good in smuts, but i still want to try it (just because i'm a perv).