Vanilla [Drabble]
Title: Vanilla
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-15
[A/N: And this is what happens after having my maths/physic mid-term, listening to Yui Horie’s ‘Vanilla Salt’ non-stop and rping a fight between Sungmin and Kyuhyun with xoxo_nat_xx . Not necessarily in that order.]
Sungmin reminds Kyuhyun of vanilla.
It’s not because that’s the scent of Sungmin’s cologne, even though that suits him perfectly. Something neutral - not like how strawberry is girly, or chocolate is manly. A good balance, like how Sungmin is.
It’s not like that time when Kyuhyun was teasing Sungmin about how all the things that Sungmin pulled out of his bag were pink or sparkly. Or both. And Sungmin had swiped at Kyuhyun with a petulant pout that would be the jealousy of most girls. Kyuhyun had laughed and teased, so much to the extent that he didn’t look where he was going and tripped over his own feet and clumsiness.
It’s not how seconds later, Kyuhyun found himself anticipating for a hard knock on his head that never came, because when he opened his eyes, he found himself wrapped in Sungmin’s strong yet soft embrace. And Sungmin was looking at Kyuhyun with eyes that made him think that every time he fell, Sungmin would always be there to catch him. Strong and dependable.
~*~
Sungmin reminds Kyuhyun of vanilla.
It’s not because that’s how Sungmin tasted like when he pushed himself into Kyuhyun’s mouth and Kyuhyun eagerly licked off that bittersweet taste.
It’s not how Sungmin moaned Kyuhyun’s name, tangling his fingers into hair and tugging and the sounds which made Kyuhyun’s blood go straight to his groin. It’s not the heady thrumming in his veins that spoke of things that should be forbidden and how addictive it was to be abused, pounded into until he gagged, the white stuff of fantasies trickling out of his mouth like a milky river of sin.
And it’s definitely not how Sungmin returned the favor later, and Kyuhyun was scratching and screaming and his mind streamed its way up to galaxies with the power of a murmur of his name.
~*~
Sungmin reminds Kyuhyun of vanilla.
It’s because Kyuhyun has eyes and he sees and he knows. The late nights, the excuses.
The foreign scent like perfume on his shirt.
It’s how night after night, Kyuhyun waits up till late usually to cold glances and ‘not in the mood’s. It’s how on the times Sungmin pushes Kyuhyun to bed, taking him rough and painful, and Kyuhyun thinks he hears the whisper of someone else’s name on Sungmin’s lips.
It’s how, as he lies by Sungmin’s side, holding on as tight as he possibly can, and Sungmin asks, in a now rare smile, what the matter is, and Kyuhyun can only smile back with fake reassurance and artificial sweetness. Because his smile is the false chemical taste added to match what seems to be a sweet scent of happiness, when inside, curdled in his throat is a bitter, jealous taste that makes his stomach curl and retch and cry in uneasiness and pain and want.
Like vanilla.
~*~
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-15
[A/N: And this is what happens after having my maths/physic mid-term, listening to Yui Horie’s ‘Vanilla Salt’ non-stop and rping a fight between Sungmin and Kyuhyun with xoxo_nat_xx . Not necessarily in that order.]
Sungmin reminds Kyuhyun of vanilla.
It’s not because that’s the scent of Sungmin’s cologne, even though that suits him perfectly. Something neutral - not like how strawberry is girly, or chocolate is manly. A good balance, like how Sungmin is.
It’s not like that time when Kyuhyun was teasing Sungmin about how all the things that Sungmin pulled out of his bag were pink or sparkly. Or both. And Sungmin had swiped at Kyuhyun with a petulant pout that would be the jealousy of most girls. Kyuhyun had laughed and teased, so much to the extent that he didn’t look where he was going and tripped over his own feet and clumsiness.
It’s not how seconds later, Kyuhyun found himself anticipating for a hard knock on his head that never came, because when he opened his eyes, he found himself wrapped in Sungmin’s strong yet soft embrace. And Sungmin was looking at Kyuhyun with eyes that made him think that every time he fell, Sungmin would always be there to catch him. Strong and dependable.
~*~
Sungmin reminds Kyuhyun of vanilla.
It’s not because that’s how Sungmin tasted like when he pushed himself into Kyuhyun’s mouth and Kyuhyun eagerly licked off that bittersweet taste.
It’s not how Sungmin moaned Kyuhyun’s name, tangling his fingers into hair and tugging and the sounds which made Kyuhyun’s blood go straight to his groin. It’s not the heady thrumming in his veins that spoke of things that should be forbidden and how addictive it was to be abused, pounded into until he gagged, the white stuff of fantasies trickling out of his mouth like a milky river of sin.
And it’s definitely not how Sungmin returned the favor later, and Kyuhyun was scratching and screaming and his mind streamed its way up to galaxies with the power of a murmur of his name.
~*~
Sungmin reminds Kyuhyun of vanilla.
It’s because Kyuhyun has eyes and he sees and he knows. The late nights, the excuses.
The foreign scent like perfume on his shirt.
It’s how night after night, Kyuhyun waits up till late usually to cold glances and ‘not in the mood’s. It’s how on the times Sungmin pushes Kyuhyun to bed, taking him rough and painful, and Kyuhyun thinks he hears the whisper of someone else’s name on Sungmin’s lips.
It’s how, as he lies by Sungmin’s side, holding on as tight as he possibly can, and Sungmin asks, in a now rare smile, what the matter is, and Kyuhyun can only smile back with fake reassurance and artificial sweetness. Because his smile is the false chemical taste added to match what seems to be a sweet scent of happiness, when inside, curdled in his throat is a bitter, jealous taste that makes his stomach curl and retch and cry in uneasiness and pain and want.
Like vanilla.
~*~