[Magical] Lee Trio
Title: Magical
Pairing: Broken! HaeHyuk, Broken! Haemin, Broken! Hyukmin, implied! Kyuhyun x someone
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG-13
Summary: All three of you were the best of friends. Maybe that was the reason why it hurts so much.
A/N: Cliche plot is cliche. Drabble. Whatever, it was a blast writing it, especially since it's angsty [to me]. Finally I'm able to churn out random fics like before (even though it might not be a good thing). Interpretations on the roles are purely subjective, you pick who is who in this piece. Again, comments are preferred, thank you!!
They were both your best friends. You loved them equally as friends, and even though one of them has your heart, you were unaware the other was secretly standing by the sidelines with nothing but a happy smile plastered on his face.
They were both your best friends.
~~~~~~~~~
“Stop, please.” You garnered all the will power to push him away. Your body instantly longed for his touches the moment you parted from him.
“I know you love me.” He wavered forward, his arms beckoning for a continuation of the interrupted embrace.
“No.” It literally took every ounce of your persistence to deny his hug. Every time he hugged you, every touch gave you that warm feeling of happiness. As cheesy as it sounds, every time he held you in his embrace, it felt as if all your troubles transmuted into nothing. It was like magic.
His familiar hands slid into familiar territory before you finally gave in, your words harsh but your heart weak. His soft hands worked magic, and although his tricks on Star King were lame and amateur, his fingers threaded wondrous amounts of sensuality and suspense, something lacking from the performances on set.
“What do you mean no?” His breathe tickled the back of your neck as he continued his needy moans. “You know how much I enjoy watching you resist me.” A hand cupped the front of your trousers, the palm already gyrating on a certain hardness.
“We can’t. We can’t do this. He’s my best friend, all those painful years of being an undermined trainee. We went through everything together, and, and I can’t do this.”
“You know how much you mean to me. He doesn’t have anything to do with this. Isn’t this about you and me?” He added friction towards your hardened member and you unintentionally moaned at the pleasure. You almost succumbed to his touches before a flash of him shimmered inside your eyes.
“I know, except he means that much more to me. Just go back to him. Just make him happy.”
“I don’t get it. Do you not like me or something? Am I just another casual fuck whenever Kyuhyun isn’t around?”
“No! You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Maybe you did.” The younger boy drilled himself onto the bed, his hands scratching deep into his scalp. “I don’t know that you love me. You probably never did.”
“Don’t you fucking doubt that!” You blew up at the statement and lost your composure. You vice gripped your beige beanie, the one he had given to you two weeks ago as a present, as the soft cotton crinkled helplessly. “Don’t you fucking doubt that for one second!”
“Then why-”
“Because we can’t. Because he’s my best friend, and I promised him I will always be there for him. Just because. We can’t.” You interjected before you sobbed. He was already in tears and the image of him crying, not only because of you, triggered your own tears. “We can’t."
“Bullfucking shit.” His anger radiated through his erratic sobs. “Bull shit. This is about me and you.”
“I’m sorry.” You walked over and sat down on Kyuhyun’s chair, your fingers dangerously touching the off limits equipment. You knew he continued eying you, longing for you to turn around and seize him in your arms, whispering assuring remarks about how your love for one another will never die. You knew he was standing there, just waiting for a kiss to fuel the passion again. You knew what he was waiting for, but there was no way you would give it to him, like the way everybody else gives him whatever he wants. You were telling the truth, you loved him to death, but you just couldn’t hurt your best friend. Besides, you were used to hurting already. “I’m sorry.”
Another cast of silence sprinkled into the room, awkward and tense.
“Please, just leave.” You strained your voice so that it was harsh and cruel, hopefully enough to finally break the romance.
He obliged and slammed the door on his way out. What the two of you had was magical, like it was from a fairy tale where everybody was destined to live happily ever after. Magic itself was a sparse of delight that decorated all three of lives, countless moments of being simply being happy. Because in a world like today, being happy was already a difficult task.
~~~~~~~
A third person remained motionless on the other side of the door before he finally slinked away to his individual room, their voices echoing inside his head. His love for one had already surpassed his lust for the other, and after hearing the conversation, all his feelings sifted into place.
He heard one of them leave their dorm in a furious rage, door slamming and protests from Yesung before the front door slammed again.
Because they were both his best friends. That’s why neither of the younger two could officially put an end to their tangled web of feelings. The third figure buried himself deeper in his clean room, his nose inhaling nothing but the briskness of air freshener.
He had always been the weakest one, turning to tears to release his pent up emotions. The other was the strongest one; he rarely shows his emotions on his sleeve, let alone cry. The third was the one that hid everything, only to have his feelings denied when he finally exposed them.
And it was his fault his two best friends were hurting...
Pairing: Broken! HaeHyuk, Broken! Haemin, Broken! Hyukmin, implied! Kyuhyun x someone
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG-13
Summary: All three of you were the best of friends. Maybe that was the reason why it hurts so much.
A/N: Cliche plot is cliche. Drabble. Whatever, it was a blast writing it, especially since it's angsty [to me]. Finally I'm able to churn out random fics like before (even though it might not be a good thing). Interpretations on the roles are purely subjective, you pick who is who in this piece. Again, comments are preferred, thank you!!
They were both your best friends. You loved them equally as friends, and even though one of them has your heart, you were unaware the other was secretly standing by the sidelines with nothing but a happy smile plastered on his face.
They were both your best friends.
~~~~~~~~~
“Stop, please.” You garnered all the will power to push him away. Your body instantly longed for his touches the moment you parted from him.
“I know you love me.” He wavered forward, his arms beckoning for a continuation of the interrupted embrace.
“No.” It literally took every ounce of your persistence to deny his hug. Every time he hugged you, every touch gave you that warm feeling of happiness. As cheesy as it sounds, every time he held you in his embrace, it felt as if all your troubles transmuted into nothing. It was like magic.
His familiar hands slid into familiar territory before you finally gave in, your words harsh but your heart weak. His soft hands worked magic, and although his tricks on Star King were lame and amateur, his fingers threaded wondrous amounts of sensuality and suspense, something lacking from the performances on set.
“What do you mean no?” His breathe tickled the back of your neck as he continued his needy moans. “You know how much I enjoy watching you resist me.” A hand cupped the front of your trousers, the palm already gyrating on a certain hardness.
“We can’t. We can’t do this. He’s my best friend, all those painful years of being an undermined trainee. We went through everything together, and, and I can’t do this.”
“You know how much you mean to me. He doesn’t have anything to do with this. Isn’t this about you and me?” He added friction towards your hardened member and you unintentionally moaned at the pleasure. You almost succumbed to his touches before a flash of him shimmered inside your eyes.
“I know, except he means that much more to me. Just go back to him. Just make him happy.”
“I don’t get it. Do you not like me or something? Am I just another casual fuck whenever Kyuhyun isn’t around?”
“No! You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Maybe you did.” The younger boy drilled himself onto the bed, his hands scratching deep into his scalp. “I don’t know that you love me. You probably never did.”
“Don’t you fucking doubt that!” You blew up at the statement and lost your composure. You vice gripped your beige beanie, the one he had given to you two weeks ago as a present, as the soft cotton crinkled helplessly. “Don’t you fucking doubt that for one second!”
“Then why-”
“Because we can’t. Because he’s my best friend, and I promised him I will always be there for him. Just because. We can’t.” You interjected before you sobbed. He was already in tears and the image of him crying, not only because of you, triggered your own tears. “We can’t."
“Bullfucking shit.” His anger radiated through his erratic sobs. “Bull shit. This is about me and you.”
“I’m sorry.” You walked over and sat down on Kyuhyun’s chair, your fingers dangerously touching the off limits equipment. You knew he continued eying you, longing for you to turn around and seize him in your arms, whispering assuring remarks about how your love for one another will never die. You knew he was standing there, just waiting for a kiss to fuel the passion again. You knew what he was waiting for, but there was no way you would give it to him, like the way everybody else gives him whatever he wants. You were telling the truth, you loved him to death, but you just couldn’t hurt your best friend. Besides, you were used to hurting already. “I’m sorry.”
Another cast of silence sprinkled into the room, awkward and tense.
“Please, just leave.” You strained your voice so that it was harsh and cruel, hopefully enough to finally break the romance.
He obliged and slammed the door on his way out. What the two of you had was magical, like it was from a fairy tale where everybody was destined to live happily ever after. Magic itself was a sparse of delight that decorated all three of lives, countless moments of being simply being happy. Because in a world like today, being happy was already a difficult task.
~~~~~~~
A third person remained motionless on the other side of the door before he finally slinked away to his individual room, their voices echoing inside his head. His love for one had already surpassed his lust for the other, and after hearing the conversation, all his feelings sifted into place.
He heard one of them leave their dorm in a furious rage, door slamming and protests from Yesung before the front door slammed again.
Because they were both his best friends. That’s why neither of the younger two could officially put an end to their tangled web of feelings. The third figure buried himself deeper in his clean room, his nose inhaling nothing but the briskness of air freshener.
He had always been the weakest one, turning to tears to release his pent up emotions. The other was the strongest one; he rarely shows his emotions on his sleeve, let alone cry. The third was the one that hid everything, only to have his feelings denied when he finally exposed them.
And it was his fault his two best friends were hurting...