[2Woon] x 3~ Drabbles
Title: Touchy Touchy; Crash&Burn; Certificate
Pairings: KangSung, Yewon if you squint; Kangsung, Kangin x someone if you squint; KangSung
Rating: PG-15; PG-13; PG-13
Genre: Humour, romance; Angst, romance; Angst, romance
Summary: Three random ideas revolving around KangSung~, nothing much to say... it's kinda obvious 2woon is my bias now <3
A/N: Nothing much, just ficlets I owe fallencreation because... I'm a dork and I love her... kekee~ <3 Oh right, these three attempts are unedited, like seriously... and I wrote them while I was half dead, so warnings about grammar!! Comments are appreciated.
Touchy Touchy
Yesung stepped forward and bowed his head, waving his hand furiously as he solemnly thanked their fans for all their support. The cheers and commotion pumped adrenaline through his blood as he relished each scream they made, he cherished each cheer they chanted as their performance came to an end.
Super Junior was one with their fans. ELF, ever last friends, as they referred to themselves, they helped Super Junior attain their success they have achieved so far. Yesung truly felt indebted to their undying dedication, their everlasting love, their unbreakable friendship.
Yesung continued waving his hands towards the fan, oblivious to the fact that both Siwon and Kangin were calling his name, telling him to go over for a group bow.
Suddenly a figure ran behind him and grabbed, more like groped, his body, a familiar hand equally familiar territory as the hand pinched his nipple, reaching for his chest.
The hand scared him as he felt himself jump up, his heart dislocating from his body as his stomach let out a very unfitting lurch. The air sucked out of his lungs as the powerful arm crushed into his body.
Yesung turned his head around and saw Kangin laughing, his smile and eyes arched upward. Yesung let out a sign of relief as Kangin hugged him, his breathing at ease after feeling his warmth. Kangin’s arms wrapped around him, ever so briefly, as Yesung leaned into his welcoming arms. Their embrace lasted a mere second, maybe two, before they unwillingly parted.
“Yah you scared me.” Yesung mouthed to him as they walked back, his left hand taking Siwon’s right hand. The crowd roared at their fan service, after all fans get hyped up about the most ridiculous thing.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” Kangin mouthed back as he went back to the forming line.
“Idiot.” Yesung stuck out his tongue as the fans continued roaring in unison.
“You love me.” Kangin mouthed as he took Yesung’s right hand into his left hand.
“No I don’t.” Yesung whispered as they swung their arms up. The crowd already exploding into a fit of cheers and whistles, the sea of glowsticks, neon blue and green, flickering in the dark panorama of people.
“But I love you.” Kangin smiled as they swung their arms down. “That’s all that matters”
Yesung couldn’t wipe that smile off his face for the rest of the night.
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Crash & Burn
Yesung threw a slap at Kangin, hitting the boy square on the cheek as the sound echoed inside the room. The figure inside the washroom gasped as he covered his mouth.
“Jongwoon...” Kangin clutched his red cheek, “why don’t you trust me.” His eyes began brimming with tears. Tears of pain, tears of regret, tears of sadness, all three meshing together as they rolled down his cheek.
“I want to trust you... but I can’t.” Yesung himself began crying as well, his anger going away as quick as it came, “I want to Youngwoon.” He clutched the strap of his bag as he pushed it back up on his shoulder.
Kangin motioned forward for a hug, but Yesung merely pushed him away, his head shaking slowly as he took a step back.
“So you’re really thinking I’m cheating on you.” Kangin clutched the collar of his shirt, wrinkling the crisp white fabric. His discarded tie and jacket laid forgotten beside the bed.
“Yes I do think that, and as much as I tell myself it’s not true, I can’t deny it anymore.”
“Sungie... it’s not true, please...” Kangin threw up his arms in frustration as he ruffled his short hair.
“You tell me it’s not true, and then who the fuck is in that washroom right now.” Yesung pointed at the closed door. The figure inside covered his mouth and sank to the ground, tears soaking his face.
“Sungie... it’s not what you think.”
“Not what I think?” Yesung threw down his bag, “I walk up here and I hear someone scrambling inside the washroom while you put on your shirt, and it’s not what I think.”
“Sungie no listen to me, god damnit can you please calm down.” Kangin picked up a pillow and chucked it at the wall, knocking down one of the paintings that decorated the room.
“I’m very calm right now, Kangin.” Yesung hissed his name in disgust. “I’m damn calm right now.”
“Then why won’t you listen to the truth if you’re so calm.” Kangin mocked him by emphasizing on the last word.
“Kangin ah... as much as I want to trust you... I can’t...” Yesung walked over to the fallen painting and pinned it back up on the wall. “A part of me wishes that this was all a lie.” He picked up the pillow, fluffed it up and placed it back gently on the bed.
“Sungie.” Kangin reached out and grabbed his arm, immobilizing him, “Give me one more chance, Sungie please...”
Yesung flung his arm away and pushed him away as he bent down and picked up his bag. Kangin reached forward and pulled him into his arms, begging for him to stay, his arms reaching for his neck as he tried pulling him into a kiss.
Normally Yesung would have succumbed to his touches; he could never deny the fact that Kangin made him feel good. But today, today was different, everything was different. Kangin’s moans stung at Yesung’s ear as his breath. His skin felt sticky and disgusting as Kangin kissed his way down his neck.
“Let me go.” Yesung said softly, his voice void of emotion. He closed his eyes and shuddered, shivering as the tongue drew grotesque shapes on his neck.
Kangin ignored his request as he continued kissing his down his neck, moans escaping his lip as he relished the soft tender skin.
“Stop it.” Yesung said almost robotically as his body convulsed, every inch of his body detested his touch. He felt the burning in his mouth as his stomach pushed its acidic content up his esophagus.
“Sungie ah, you want more right.” Kangin said hastily as he tore off his shirt and cupped his cheek, pulling his mouth to his lips.
Yesung closed his eyes and raised his hand as he slapped down hard. The back of his hand smacked Kangin cleanly across the face, knocking the air out of his lungs.
“I said, let me go...” Yesung tightened his hand on the strap of his bag and headed for the door. Kangin stood there; motionless, frozen on the spot as he watched his lover walk through the door, his head not even turning back once as he gently closed the door. The person in the washroom stopped whimpering as the slap diffused through the wall.
Kangin closed his eyes as he felt the pang of sadness punch his gut as he slowly sank to the ground.
Suddenly the door opened and Kangin looked up, his eyes lighting up with hope. Maybe Yesung had forgiven him and they would be together. Kangin stood up and bolted for the door, the familiar sounds of the tinkling keys sounded like chimes on a windy day.
Yesung opened the door slightly and slipped in through the crack. Kangin rushed to him and grabbed his body, pulling him in and jerking it as he spewed out incoherent apologetic words. Yesung’s hair bounced around as Kangin shook his body in pure bliss, happier than ever because Yesung was back with him.
Yesung held the small bundle of keys and placed them in Kangin’s palm before he shrugged the boy off, the larger man weak and flimsy, before he closed the door again.
The figure opened the washroom door and walked beside Kangin, placing a hand on his shoulder as his hyung sobbed uncontrollably.
“Do you think he’s gone... forever?”Kangin mumbled between sobs. The figure squeezed his shoulder softly, shaking more tears out of his normally strong and manly hyung.
“Hyung, give it some time... I’ll... I’ll go talk to him tomorrow...” Sungmin whispered softly as Kangin crumpled to the floor.
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Certificate
“We don’t fucking need that piece of paper.” Kangin pounded his fist on the table as Yesung burst into tears. “Do you think that piece of paper proves how much I love you?”
Yesung shook his head as tears poured down his pretty face.
“Answer me Yesung, will that piece of paper make us happy?” Kangin closed the gap between the two of them and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Youngwoon no... I’m sorry...” Yesung scrunched into his welcoming arms as the younger boy held him tight.
“That piece of paper means nothing.” Kangin treaded his fingers through his soft hair, the smell of cucumber and mint floating from the straightened strands.
Yesung could merely nod his head as Kangin cradled his smaller body.
“Our love, Sungie our love... that piece of paper will never represent our love... okay?” Kangin swopped down and kissed him sensually, pecking his cheek as he wiped Yesung’s tears away with his pinky.
Yesung nodded as they walked into their rooms, the clock striking 1 am.