[Oneshot] His Secret Wish
His Secret Wish | KyuMin | Romance, fluff | R
Cho Kyuhyun is too precious to not to be loved.
*
I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care,
I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there.
I'm not supposed to wonder where you are or what you're doing,
but I can't help it;
cause I'm in love with you.
-
"sungmin-ah..."
you can see the hands palming your eyes, and your view turns black. only soft, warm kisses showers your cold neck and your cheeks.
"don't cry. i'm here right now, ain't i?"
you want to push him away, but his long arms are not just some useless limbs stretched out from the sides of his body. and when he put cross his long, delicate fingers in the spaces that your cold fingers left, you just know it that you just can't let his warmth leave you.
you are not worthy to be with cho kyuhyun. you knew it. because just about an hour ago, you were with a guy who was slightly taller than you, with a gummy smile that even the toughest guy would give in. because you can still feel his tongue inside your mouth, you can still feel his fingers underneath your pants. you can still see his face when he came on you and dirtied your shirt.
and the look on his face when he kissed your cheek and said a plain 'thanks for tonight' before he walked away from the alley, leaving you breathless, satisfied and unsatisfied at the same time. guilty and pleasure at the same time.
you were crying, not because kyuhyun was late. you were crying of thinking how he was panting and wiping his sweat when he met you. because you know how far his office is from your promised place, and how the traffic tonight. because you know when he was running to meet you, you were giving some stranger the pleasure that only kyuhyun should have it.
"i've booked a place at your favorite diner. shall we go now?"
it is the fancy restaurant that you went with the tall guy with dimples earlier this week, when he said that he got some business to do with you about your new store, but in the end your found yourself crushed onto his luxurious car seat, naked from waist downward, clenching his dick inside your ass. and you can still remember how disgusted you were with yourself, when your mouth let out a moan from his thrusts, when it was kyuhyun you were thinking in your mind.
you knew it, you are just as sinful as you already is.
-
kyuhyun is sitting in front of you, across the table, hands gently holding the menu, smiling. his calm eyes behind the glass frame are focused on the foods that he has been longing to fill inside his tummy. you are doing the same, reading, but not having the information spread in front of our eyes. because your eyes now only has kyuhyun inside them, trying to figure out the next plan he had been arranging for you, maybe since the start of this month.
"you know tonight is the new year's eve, right?"
you nod.
"and tomorrow is your birthday, right?"
you nod. a smile curls on the edges of his lips, an innocence image that only kyuhyun know how to do it.
"then should i tell you this?"
"tell me what?"
your hands are fisted unintentionally on the table, and he palms them gently, and thumb-brushed them, calming the small glint of nervousness raised inside you. yes you are nervous.
you want to tell him that he wasn't the only guy that embraced you all this year, you want to let him know that how you moaned for guys whom you just met at the bars when he was not in the town, and how you ended up in the different houses every time you guys were having fights.
and you knew it; you are afraid to hear what he's going to say. maybe he knew about how unfaithful you are, how sinful you are, what a whore you are.
"thank you."
he stand up, leans towards you, and pecks your cheek. you give him a stare like he is not cho kyuhyun.
"for what?"
"for still giving me the chance to love you this whole year."
and your eyes are wet. you don't know why, but the clear water just leaked, filling the edges of your eye sockets, and drenches your cheeks.
"kyuhyun... i..."
but he refuse to listen to you, so he stuff your parted lips with the cold chocolate cake that just arrived a few minutes ago.
-
"it must be hurt for you, isn't it?"
he asks, and you wonder which hurt that he mean. but you don't need to answer that, because the next thing you know, he is kissing the small bruises around your neck. and how you wish that you had a knife with you right now, so that you can stab your chest and kill you.
the sounds of the cars honking outside, and how the lights from them perking through the pinkish blinds at your window is all that you are trying to focus on, because every kiss that cho kyuhyun put on you feels like burning little fire being planted on you. because the gentle kisses are the most hurtful.
because there are no blames from cho kyuhyun to you.
you palms his cheeks, and pulls his face until it meet yours, and your eyes are wet again.
"don't torture me like this. hit me, tell me i'm a whore, tell me i'm a bad partner, call me a bastard, a bitch whatever you want! just don't kill me like this."
he wraps your right hand into his left ones, and kiss the knuckles that appears when you fists it. your head is down, as you only want to see the dark chocolate floor right now.
"if i told you i want to ditch you, would you agree to that?"
you want to nod, and it seems so easy to be done, yet you just can't. because to be cho kyuhyun's beloved is a lifetime opportunity. because it's only you who deserves the place. because cho kyuhyun is too precious to be given up for.
you shakes your head, and kyuhyun chuckles. his hands moves to your waist, and spins you around the living room together with him, dancing to his deep voice, humming 'fly me to the moon', and you know you are flying to the moon with him.
"so, what kind of gift you want to give me?"
you know it sounds selfish, and cunning, and a prove that you are a bad example of a partner, but kyuhyun is just as stupid as you always thought he is, and he will always be. he hums a bit more, then pulls your chin, sucking in your bottom lips, and licks your teeth, your gum, your tongue. his lips that presses yours when he did all that are warm, soft, and sweet.
kyuhyun is gentle. he is much gentler than the guy who shoved you against the wall earlier this evening, and too gentle and kind compared to the guy that took you in his car last week.
"if it's up to me, i want to tie you with a ring."
so that he don't have to be worried about you cheating on him again, so that he won't be too hardworking to keep you inside his hands again.
so you think it is a good idea, that you nods and returns him the kiss. but the fact is;
cho kyuhyun is the best gift that life has ever sent to you. someone who loves you without any regrets. who loves you even when he isn't sure that your heart only belongs to him.
and in this new year, one of the wish that you are definitely going to realize is;
you must know how deeply i have fallen for you, cho kyuhyun.
-End-
Cho Kyuhyun is too precious to not to be loved.
*
I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care,
I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there.
I'm not supposed to wonder where you are or what you're doing,
but I can't help it;
cause I'm in love with you.
-
"sungmin-ah..."
you can see the hands palming your eyes, and your view turns black. only soft, warm kisses showers your cold neck and your cheeks.
"don't cry. i'm here right now, ain't i?"
you want to push him away, but his long arms are not just some useless limbs stretched out from the sides of his body. and when he put cross his long, delicate fingers in the spaces that your cold fingers left, you just know it that you just can't let his warmth leave you.
you are not worthy to be with cho kyuhyun. you knew it. because just about an hour ago, you were with a guy who was slightly taller than you, with a gummy smile that even the toughest guy would give in. because you can still feel his tongue inside your mouth, you can still feel his fingers underneath your pants. you can still see his face when he came on you and dirtied your shirt.
and the look on his face when he kissed your cheek and said a plain 'thanks for tonight' before he walked away from the alley, leaving you breathless, satisfied and unsatisfied at the same time. guilty and pleasure at the same time.
you were crying, not because kyuhyun was late. you were crying of thinking how he was panting and wiping his sweat when he met you. because you know how far his office is from your promised place, and how the traffic tonight. because you know when he was running to meet you, you were giving some stranger the pleasure that only kyuhyun should have it.
"i've booked a place at your favorite diner. shall we go now?"
it is the fancy restaurant that you went with the tall guy with dimples earlier this week, when he said that he got some business to do with you about your new store, but in the end your found yourself crushed onto his luxurious car seat, naked from waist downward, clenching his dick inside your ass. and you can still remember how disgusted you were with yourself, when your mouth let out a moan from his thrusts, when it was kyuhyun you were thinking in your mind.
you knew it, you are just as sinful as you already is.
-
kyuhyun is sitting in front of you, across the table, hands gently holding the menu, smiling. his calm eyes behind the glass frame are focused on the foods that he has been longing to fill inside his tummy. you are doing the same, reading, but not having the information spread in front of our eyes. because your eyes now only has kyuhyun inside them, trying to figure out the next plan he had been arranging for you, maybe since the start of this month.
"you know tonight is the new year's eve, right?"
you nod.
"and tomorrow is your birthday, right?"
you nod. a smile curls on the edges of his lips, an innocence image that only kyuhyun know how to do it.
"then should i tell you this?"
"tell me what?"
your hands are fisted unintentionally on the table, and he palms them gently, and thumb-brushed them, calming the small glint of nervousness raised inside you. yes you are nervous.
you want to tell him that he wasn't the only guy that embraced you all this year, you want to let him know that how you moaned for guys whom you just met at the bars when he was not in the town, and how you ended up in the different houses every time you guys were having fights.
and you knew it; you are afraid to hear what he's going to say. maybe he knew about how unfaithful you are, how sinful you are, what a whore you are.
"thank you."
he stand up, leans towards you, and pecks your cheek. you give him a stare like he is not cho kyuhyun.
"for what?"
"for still giving me the chance to love you this whole year."
and your eyes are wet. you don't know why, but the clear water just leaked, filling the edges of your eye sockets, and drenches your cheeks.
"kyuhyun... i..."
but he refuse to listen to you, so he stuff your parted lips with the cold chocolate cake that just arrived a few minutes ago.
-
"it must be hurt for you, isn't it?"
he asks, and you wonder which hurt that he mean. but you don't need to answer that, because the next thing you know, he is kissing the small bruises around your neck. and how you wish that you had a knife with you right now, so that you can stab your chest and kill you.
the sounds of the cars honking outside, and how the lights from them perking through the pinkish blinds at your window is all that you are trying to focus on, because every kiss that cho kyuhyun put on you feels like burning little fire being planted on you. because the gentle kisses are the most hurtful.
because there are no blames from cho kyuhyun to you.
you palms his cheeks, and pulls his face until it meet yours, and your eyes are wet again.
"don't torture me like this. hit me, tell me i'm a whore, tell me i'm a bad partner, call me a bastard, a bitch whatever you want! just don't kill me like this."
he wraps your right hand into his left ones, and kiss the knuckles that appears when you fists it. your head is down, as you only want to see the dark chocolate floor right now.
"if i told you i want to ditch you, would you agree to that?"
you want to nod, and it seems so easy to be done, yet you just can't. because to be cho kyuhyun's beloved is a lifetime opportunity. because it's only you who deserves the place. because cho kyuhyun is too precious to be given up for.
you shakes your head, and kyuhyun chuckles. his hands moves to your waist, and spins you around the living room together with him, dancing to his deep voice, humming 'fly me to the moon', and you know you are flying to the moon with him.
"so, what kind of gift you want to give me?"
you know it sounds selfish, and cunning, and a prove that you are a bad example of a partner, but kyuhyun is just as stupid as you always thought he is, and he will always be. he hums a bit more, then pulls your chin, sucking in your bottom lips, and licks your teeth, your gum, your tongue. his lips that presses yours when he did all that are warm, soft, and sweet.
kyuhyun is gentle. he is much gentler than the guy who shoved you against the wall earlier this evening, and too gentle and kind compared to the guy that took you in his car last week.
"if it's up to me, i want to tie you with a ring."
so that he don't have to be worried about you cheating on him again, so that he won't be too hardworking to keep you inside his hands again.
so you think it is a good idea, that you nods and returns him the kiss. but the fact is;
cho kyuhyun is the best gift that life has ever sent to you. someone who loves you without any regrets. who loves you even when he isn't sure that your heart only belongs to him.
and in this new year, one of the wish that you are definitely going to realize is;
you must know how deeply i have fallen for you, cho kyuhyun.
-End-