Chaptered fic, Part 1/?
I was tired of procrastinating, so I wrote a small beginning to what may potentially be a giant story.
Kyumin,, PG13, subject to change. has potential to change into anyone/sungmin
part 1/?, less than 1000 words
Lee Sungmin stood before the taller man with a straight face, though his inner self was not nearly as composed. He masked his emotions well, or so Sungmin thought, and as a result he'd let no traces of his frustration and emotional instability appear on the perfect face that man had once spent hours in bed praising.
But that was all in the past, and Sungmin did well to remind himself of this reality. That man, Cho Kyuhyun, now saw him under a different light, and endless appraisal for Sungmin's attractive appearance was no longer very high on Kyuhyun's "To-Say" list.
That had been Sungmin's mistake, though hardly his first to Kyuhyun. Sungmin had arrived at Kyuhyun's apartment under the foolish impression that Kyuhyun's opinion of him hadn't changed, that the man's arms were still as open toward him as they'd once been. But Kyuhyun had spoken his mind, and now Sungmin was mistaken no longer.
Perhaps it was a stroke of irony, that Sungmin's heart was now the one breaking when it should have been Kyuhyun's. Maybe his had already broken; Sungmin would never know.
"The funny thing is," began Kyuhyun, fingers toying the knob of his front door idly, "I'd actually spent years hoping for a second chance. Ah, Sungmin, I don't think you'll ever know how many hours of sleep you stole from me because of what you did. Don't go looking for an apology, because I have none to give you."
"I'm sorry," Sungmin started, but Kyuhyun had cut him off with a laugh.
"But you know what's even funnier?" -- and when Sungmin had shook his head tersely Kyuhyun only smirked, eyes filled with conviction.
"Now that a second chance comes knocking desperately at my door... I suddenly don't want it, anymore."
It was then that Sungmin's cool and collected composure--or at least his attempts at one--had crumbled to pieces.
-
-
-
I have part 2 written, but because i still have stuff to finish for class, namely two papers, I will hold off typing them up until another time.
Kyumin,, PG13, subject to change. has potential to change into anyone/sungmin
part 1/?, less than 1000 words
Lee Sungmin stood before the taller man with a straight face, though his inner self was not nearly as composed. He masked his emotions well, or so Sungmin thought, and as a result he'd let no traces of his frustration and emotional instability appear on the perfect face that man had once spent hours in bed praising.
But that was all in the past, and Sungmin did well to remind himself of this reality. That man, Cho Kyuhyun, now saw him under a different light, and endless appraisal for Sungmin's attractive appearance was no longer very high on Kyuhyun's "To-Say" list.
That had been Sungmin's mistake, though hardly his first to Kyuhyun. Sungmin had arrived at Kyuhyun's apartment under the foolish impression that Kyuhyun's opinion of him hadn't changed, that the man's arms were still as open toward him as they'd once been. But Kyuhyun had spoken his mind, and now Sungmin was mistaken no longer.
Perhaps it was a stroke of irony, that Sungmin's heart was now the one breaking when it should have been Kyuhyun's. Maybe his had already broken; Sungmin would never know.
"The funny thing is," began Kyuhyun, fingers toying the knob of his front door idly, "I'd actually spent years hoping for a second chance. Ah, Sungmin, I don't think you'll ever know how many hours of sleep you stole from me because of what you did. Don't go looking for an apology, because I have none to give you."
"I'm sorry," Sungmin started, but Kyuhyun had cut him off with a laugh.
"But you know what's even funnier?" -- and when Sungmin had shook his head tersely Kyuhyun only smirked, eyes filled with conviction.
"Now that a second chance comes knocking desperately at my door... I suddenly don't want it, anymore."
It was then that Sungmin's cool and collected composure--or at least his attempts at one--had crumbled to pieces.
-
-
-
I have part 2 written, but because i still have stuff to finish for class, namely two papers, I will hold off typing them up until another time.