[Now Playing]
Title: Now Playing
Pairing: Sungmin-centric; mentioned Kangmin, Hanmin, Haemin, Kyumin; implied Kangteuk, Hanchul, Eunhae, Kyusung, Yewook
Genre: Err... darkish romance?
Rating: R (graphical mentions of sex)
Summary: Sungmin never had to hold responsibility, and that was the best part of it all.
A/N: Err. Expect lots of errors, un-betaed. In reality, I don't demean or mean to attack Sungmin in anyway based on this fic (because I have the utmost respect for him, like seriously). I love him a lot, it's just this fic works with another side of his character. Comments are appreciated.
A/N: I also got this prompt from twitter when I saw the trending topic as #nowplaying. Originally I started it off as "Now Playing: Kim Ryeowook" before another idea hit me, and then this wrote itself.
If I wasn’t a celebrity or an idol, I’d be pinned with labels. I would be called a slut, a whore, a bitch, you name it.
I didn’t mind, it was fun. Life was all about having fun, right?
And the best part of it all? I never had to hold responsibility.
When Kangin fucked me and Leeteuk found out that Kangin was cheating on him, our leader was reduced to a sobbing mess. I did my best to comfort him, I really did. He cried on my shoulders for hours, his complaints and whimpers going around in circles about how heartbroken he was.
Kangin cheered him up the next morning with a simple peck on the cheek and an apology. I never had to apologize, and Leeteuk never found out. It became a somewhat occasional thing, Kangin would send me a text, telling me of our location and we would fuck, harder and rougher each time. Leeteuk still doesn’t know.
When Hankyung and I got closer and closer, Heechul threw a blazing fury in the dorm upstairs, screaming at the top of his lungs about what Hankyung was doing to him.
Hankyung was a very sweet and caring man, he was probably the only one that I would have stepped in and intervened, and maybe even take some responsibility that I was the one who was seducing him.
Then again, Heechul has such a large soft spot for him, it didn’t matter. Hankyung and I both knew this, which was why he still asks me to go on nightly walks with him. Best part of it all, Heechul would thank me for keeping Hankyung safe, because of his mediocre Korean and embarassing sense of direction.
Hankyung still asks me to accompany at the dead of night, our hands and mouths locking together and inappropriate actions ensued. He still fuels our passion, even though I ceased to do the same after a week when it had started. He was a great kisser, which was undeniable.
When Hyukkie bounced to me, flailing his arms in frusturation about how dense Donghae was, I really had to stifle a giggle.
Donghae was nothing close to being dense, well not in bed at least. Lusty eyes, roaming hands and energetic tongue alone could unmask him of his gullible image he portrays on camera, not to mention his hips and arms. I was surprised that no one else had saw through his little act. It worked wonderfully for him, his wide grin and bubbly eyes widening in shock whenever something remotely interesting happened.
Donghae was the most playful in bed, from little kinks to big toys, he always brought something fresh to our bonding moments. To be honest, Donghae deserved better, which was why I stopped sleeping with him after three weeks. I still adore him, and he would continue with his sudden hugs and lusty whimpers on stage about how he misses me.
Maybe it was because he was so loveable and I didn’t want to hurt him, I pushed him away and insisted on friendship. He said friends with benefits, and I couldn’t agree more.
Kyuhyun was a lot easier to work with after I had found out about his relationship with Yesung. His usual confident, snarky side decomposed in front of my eyes as he begged me to keep quiet, promising he would do anything for me.
He was the third person in Yesung and Ryeowook’s relationship, he knew that for a fact that he was the reason why Ryeowook was so heartbroken, down and depressed. Ryeowook was also one of my best friend, and I had to restrain myself from punching him before I kissed him hard, mashing our lips together as I straddled him on the computer chair.
Kyuhyun also makes the most noise in bed whenever we had fun in our room, whether or not he was calling the shots, he moans and groans, squeals and screeches. I made him fulfill his promise when I asked him to break up with Yesung.
A week later, Yesung was the one crying and Ryeowook was there comforting him, telling him how he was still very much in love with him. Kyuhyun smiled at me and said that I did a good deed. I kissed him on the spot and I felt Yesung shoot daggers at the back of my head, because I was the third wheel in their relationship. Kangin would suddenly explode violently, making feeble excuses about a bad stomach, whenever I fed Kyuhyun during lunch time, and Hankyung would politely excuse himself to the bathroom when he saw our hands weaved together under the table. I finally understood what Hyukkie meant about Donghae being dense.
Kyuhyun also knew about my flings with the three, and he held my hand just when I was going out to meet Hankyung. He asked me to stay with him, he asked me to stop seeing them, he asked me to love him.
And to his surprise, I melted in his arms and he held me close, whispering promises of the world and more, all of which I accepted and he kissed me to sleep.
Now playing, Cho Kyuhyun.