Just 4 Drabbles
This is for ai_sumairu for her birthday. I hope you love them, bb, I'm just sorry it's not exactly what we promised. <33333
Credits for these go to me, db5kprom15e and kyu_tokoi .
Mended | PG | KiSung | 165 Words
You came to me broken. I fixed you.
I worked days and nights, sometimes just hugging you, but I fixed you.
But you left me and I was torn between being angry or crying. I missed you, oh God, how I missed you.
Years passed and I didn’t think I would ever see you again. But I did.
We were both in our late 20s, but we continued on like no time had passed. Like you had never left me. Like we were still those two little kids causing trouble with the old cat lady at the end of our street. Like I hadn’t died a little every day since you left.
I was so tired and I found myself just a broken as you were the day we first met.
With one kiss, one touch, one breathy moan in my ear…
And those three words I’d longed to hear ever since those Walt Disney movies taught us what they meant…
I was fixed too.
I Miss That | PG | KiSung | 206 Words
You told me one day in the car, driving to the end of nowhere, just getting away from it all, that you missed all those meaningless fights we used to have. You missed bickering with me about what song sounded better live and which one sounded better in the studio. Which song was better to be danced to and which song you should just enjoy listening to. I just smiled softly and shrugged, turning my head to watch the trees as they went by.
You just didn’t know. I love you; I love you so much it hurts. I feel like there’s this constant burning in my heart and no amount of water or medication can cure it. Only you and three words would do me any good. You didn’t know… you never would.
“You can’t hide forever, Yesung.” You stopped our journey, pulling over and shutting the engine off. I thought you were going to punch me. Say you hated me and leave me stranded. Something.
Not pull me into a kiss and whisper the most beautiful things in the world against my lips.
That was the day my life truly began, Kibum, did you know that?
You should because it was because of you.
Happily Ever Afters | PG-13 | KiSung | 426 Words
And he always was mad at me when I described my vivid dreams. I told him all about the way I saw dragons and the princes that fought them. The sleeping princess getting that kiss that wakes her and she lives with her true love for the rest of her life.
That, even though all those movies lied to us, there are still such things as living happily ever afters - you just have to work hard enough and love with all your heart.
I could see the envy in his eyes one day as I described a good dream I’d had. A dream about a young man that told his best friend that he was in love with him. They had their happily ever after too.
“Yesung, those things don’t exist, don’t be stupid.” He said with such disdain.
“But, Kibum, they do.” I assured him and he scoffed in return.
“Haven’t you forgotten that you’re dying, idiot?!” He yelled. I didn’t take the words to heart for I knew the truth already and that was why I was so happy today. His hand slapped over his mouth and I could tell he regretted saying such a cruel thing to me, “Yesung… I… I’m sorry.”
I placed a hand on his shoulder. “I wanted to escape into my dreams, Kibum.” And it was true.
A tear slipped down his cheek, a tear that shouldn’t have been there. It was then that I realized why he was always so envious of my dreams.
He had nightmares… bad ones, one that stayed with you long after you woke up. He was living a nightmare, watching me in this hospital dying a little each and every day I waited on the list for a donor.
“My dreams are beautiful,” And I feel him pulling away, but I grab him and force him to stay in the chair next to my bed, “But there’s nothing more beautiful than seeing you care for me - love me… and then the smile I know I’ll get when I tell you that I love you too, Kibum.”
And then there’s that shocked face and then his smile almost breaks his face as he looks at me, drawing me in for a sweet kiss.
“A donor was found,” I whisper my reason for being so happy today, “We’ll get our happily ever after too…”
And all of it just makes him break down and we both cry happily, kissing each other like there would be no tomorrow.
But there will be a tomorrow - I don’t have to question that anymore.
Difference Between Love and Sex | R | KiSung | 777 Words
And he’s always been in love with Yesung. From the very moment he first saw him in high school, joking and laughing with some of his friends. He tried to convince himself it wasn’t love, it was lust. All throughout high school and well into college he did this.
Until the day Yesung walked up to him and asked him for his help. He had no idea what Yesung needed help with, but he readily agreed because, well, loves makes you do crazy things, right?
Only later when they were sitting in his room did Yesung mention why he needed help.
“Kibum-sshi, I’m in love with someone, but I don’t know anything about sex.” He murmured so quietly he almost thought he’d said nothing at all.
Kibum sighed and nodded. This was all because he’d supposedly dated a lot of people when in truth, he’d never dated a single person - not officially anyway. He was too hung up on this love he had for the very person asking him for help. “I can’t tell you… but I can show you.”
And Yesung readily agreed because, well, he was in love.
He laid Yesung down, nipping and licking with teeth and tongue at the pieces of skin he could get to before he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Then his own shirt joined it on the floor and soon they were wiggling out of their pants until they lay in nothing but their bare, vulnerable bodies, Kibum hovering over Yesung.
This was everything Kibum had ever wanted. Yesung lying underneath him, moaning only his name and rubbing and thrusting against him as their bodies connected in the most intimate way. But he hated it. He hated it so much he wanted to scream, so he did. As he came harshly into Yesung’s pliant body, he screamed Yesung’s name, willing for it to be him he loved and not some other guy.
This thing continued, even after Yesung admitted his feelings to his loved one - wasn’t his name… Shinbae? - But Kibum really didn’t care anymore. All he would ever be was Yesung’s stress reliever because, as Kibum found out, Shinbae just wasn’t good enough, didn’t pay him any attention.
So Kibum allowed Yesung to share his bed, allowed him to kiss along the column of his sweaty neck long after they’ve had sex. He’d given Yesung everything - his first kiss, his first love, his first time. And Yesung gave nothing back other than a simple ‘Thank you’ whispered against his lips in the wee hours of the morning as he hurries to get back before Shinbae notices him missing.
And Kibum wishes for this Shinbae to disappear. Wants him to just go so far away, Yesung forgets about him.
Then one day at their regular meeting time, Yesung comes to him in tears and Kibum thinks he regrets wishing Shinbae away. So Kibum comforts him in the only way he knows how.
“Kibum… it was you all along.” Yesung whispers as the sun peaks over the horizon and Kibum’s not too sure what to say. “I never really loved him - I realized it too late.” His voice is bitter, but Kibum says nothing and lets him continue, “You’ve probably found yourself someone pretty and kind, someone who won’t come to you at ungodly hours wanting something even he’s not sure he wants.”
“It hurts though…” Yesung began again after a long moment of silence, “To think that I loved you all this time and only realized it when I can’t have you anymore.”
Kibum interrupts finally, “You were my first everything. I’ve always admired you from afar.”
Yesung gives him this smile that’s bordering on pure, complete love and mistrust. He’s been hurt, Kibum knows, but what about him? He’d shown him everything he ever needed to know about sex and then he comes to him continuously even when he’s sharing the bed with the one he wanted to learn about sex for. Yesung doesn’t say anything and only nods.
He understands he messed up, but Kibum has already forgiven him, kisses placed along his fingers, then his lips and ghosting over that little spot right below Yesung’s chin that drives him crazy.
“I’ve always loved you… and I still do.” Kibum whispers to Yesung, his mouth pressed against his ear. Yesung is begging and pleading for release as its whispered and he cries a little because, even though he still didn’t fully believe Kibum, he knew it was the truth.
“I love you too Kibum.” He finally sighs as his climax splashes across both of their stomachs and Kibum’s is released deep inside of Yesung.
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Well?
Is it fail? :/
Yes/No/Maybe?
Commenting would be lovely. <3
Credits for these go to me, db5kprom15e and kyu_tokoi .
Mended | PG | KiSung | 165 Words
You came to me broken. I fixed you.
I worked days and nights, sometimes just hugging you, but I fixed you.
But you left me and I was torn between being angry or crying. I missed you, oh God, how I missed you.
Years passed and I didn’t think I would ever see you again. But I did.
We were both in our late 20s, but we continued on like no time had passed. Like you had never left me. Like we were still those two little kids causing trouble with the old cat lady at the end of our street. Like I hadn’t died a little every day since you left.
I was so tired and I found myself just a broken as you were the day we first met.
With one kiss, one touch, one breathy moan in my ear…
And those three words I’d longed to hear ever since those Walt Disney movies taught us what they meant…
I was fixed too.
I Miss That | PG | KiSung | 206 Words
You told me one day in the car, driving to the end of nowhere, just getting away from it all, that you missed all those meaningless fights we used to have. You missed bickering with me about what song sounded better live and which one sounded better in the studio. Which song was better to be danced to and which song you should just enjoy listening to. I just smiled softly and shrugged, turning my head to watch the trees as they went by.
You just didn’t know. I love you; I love you so much it hurts. I feel like there’s this constant burning in my heart and no amount of water or medication can cure it. Only you and three words would do me any good. You didn’t know… you never would.
“You can’t hide forever, Yesung.” You stopped our journey, pulling over and shutting the engine off. I thought you were going to punch me. Say you hated me and leave me stranded. Something.
Not pull me into a kiss and whisper the most beautiful things in the world against my lips.
That was the day my life truly began, Kibum, did you know that?
You should because it was because of you.
Happily Ever Afters | PG-13 | KiSung | 426 Words
And he always was mad at me when I described my vivid dreams. I told him all about the way I saw dragons and the princes that fought them. The sleeping princess getting that kiss that wakes her and she lives with her true love for the rest of her life.
That, even though all those movies lied to us, there are still such things as living happily ever afters - you just have to work hard enough and love with all your heart.
I could see the envy in his eyes one day as I described a good dream I’d had. A dream about a young man that told his best friend that he was in love with him. They had their happily ever after too.
“Yesung, those things don’t exist, don’t be stupid.” He said with such disdain.
“But, Kibum, they do.” I assured him and he scoffed in return.
“Haven’t you forgotten that you’re dying, idiot?!” He yelled. I didn’t take the words to heart for I knew the truth already and that was why I was so happy today. His hand slapped over his mouth and I could tell he regretted saying such a cruel thing to me, “Yesung… I… I’m sorry.”
I placed a hand on his shoulder. “I wanted to escape into my dreams, Kibum.” And it was true.
A tear slipped down his cheek, a tear that shouldn’t have been there. It was then that I realized why he was always so envious of my dreams.
He had nightmares… bad ones, one that stayed with you long after you woke up. He was living a nightmare, watching me in this hospital dying a little each and every day I waited on the list for a donor.
“My dreams are beautiful,” And I feel him pulling away, but I grab him and force him to stay in the chair next to my bed, “But there’s nothing more beautiful than seeing you care for me - love me… and then the smile I know I’ll get when I tell you that I love you too, Kibum.”
And then there’s that shocked face and then his smile almost breaks his face as he looks at me, drawing me in for a sweet kiss.
“A donor was found,” I whisper my reason for being so happy today, “We’ll get our happily ever after too…”
And all of it just makes him break down and we both cry happily, kissing each other like there would be no tomorrow.
But there will be a tomorrow - I don’t have to question that anymore.
Difference Between Love and Sex | R | KiSung | 777 Words
And he’s always been in love with Yesung. From the very moment he first saw him in high school, joking and laughing with some of his friends. He tried to convince himself it wasn’t love, it was lust. All throughout high school and well into college he did this.
Until the day Yesung walked up to him and asked him for his help. He had no idea what Yesung needed help with, but he readily agreed because, well, loves makes you do crazy things, right?
Only later when they were sitting in his room did Yesung mention why he needed help.
“Kibum-sshi, I’m in love with someone, but I don’t know anything about sex.” He murmured so quietly he almost thought he’d said nothing at all.
Kibum sighed and nodded. This was all because he’d supposedly dated a lot of people when in truth, he’d never dated a single person - not officially anyway. He was too hung up on this love he had for the very person asking him for help. “I can’t tell you… but I can show you.”
And Yesung readily agreed because, well, he was in love.
He laid Yesung down, nipping and licking with teeth and tongue at the pieces of skin he could get to before he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Then his own shirt joined it on the floor and soon they were wiggling out of their pants until they lay in nothing but their bare, vulnerable bodies, Kibum hovering over Yesung.
This was everything Kibum had ever wanted. Yesung lying underneath him, moaning only his name and rubbing and thrusting against him as their bodies connected in the most intimate way. But he hated it. He hated it so much he wanted to scream, so he did. As he came harshly into Yesung’s pliant body, he screamed Yesung’s name, willing for it to be him he loved and not some other guy.
This thing continued, even after Yesung admitted his feelings to his loved one - wasn’t his name… Shinbae? - But Kibum really didn’t care anymore. All he would ever be was Yesung’s stress reliever because, as Kibum found out, Shinbae just wasn’t good enough, didn’t pay him any attention.
So Kibum allowed Yesung to share his bed, allowed him to kiss along the column of his sweaty neck long after they’ve had sex. He’d given Yesung everything - his first kiss, his first love, his first time. And Yesung gave nothing back other than a simple ‘Thank you’ whispered against his lips in the wee hours of the morning as he hurries to get back before Shinbae notices him missing.
And Kibum wishes for this Shinbae to disappear. Wants him to just go so far away, Yesung forgets about him.
Then one day at their regular meeting time, Yesung comes to him in tears and Kibum thinks he regrets wishing Shinbae away. So Kibum comforts him in the only way he knows how.
“Kibum… it was you all along.” Yesung whispers as the sun peaks over the horizon and Kibum’s not too sure what to say. “I never really loved him - I realized it too late.” His voice is bitter, but Kibum says nothing and lets him continue, “You’ve probably found yourself someone pretty and kind, someone who won’t come to you at ungodly hours wanting something even he’s not sure he wants.”
“It hurts though…” Yesung began again after a long moment of silence, “To think that I loved you all this time and only realized it when I can’t have you anymore.”
Kibum interrupts finally, “You were my first everything. I’ve always admired you from afar.”
Yesung gives him this smile that’s bordering on pure, complete love and mistrust. He’s been hurt, Kibum knows, but what about him? He’d shown him everything he ever needed to know about sex and then he comes to him continuously even when he’s sharing the bed with the one he wanted to learn about sex for. Yesung doesn’t say anything and only nods.
He understands he messed up, but Kibum has already forgiven him, kisses placed along his fingers, then his lips and ghosting over that little spot right below Yesung’s chin that drives him crazy.
“I’ve always loved you… and I still do.” Kibum whispers to Yesung, his mouth pressed against his ear. Yesung is begging and pleading for release as its whispered and he cries a little because, even though he still didn’t fully believe Kibum, he knew it was the truth.
“I love you too Kibum.” He finally sighs as his climax splashes across both of their stomachs and Kibum’s is released deep inside of Yesung.
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Well?
Is it fail? :/
Yes/No/Maybe?
Commenting would be lovely. <3