suju/big bang x-over part 2
paring: Sungmin (Super Junior)/ GDragon (Big Bang)
part 2
talk about six degrees of k-pop. okay, more like just 4...but still.
“what did heechul want with seunghyun’s number?” Hyukjae seems to be fighting some conflicting emotions. most likely from trying to not give sungmin a lecture. though a little slips out. “I thought you were over the jiyong thing.”
*the jiyong thing*? as if it was a hobby like wine-tasting or collecting stickers. he would sure remember it and have a laugh with jiyong in the near future about his comparability to beanie babies. or even funny to mention to heechul. He shrugs, pretending not to know heechul is up to…something. “who knows why heechul does half the shit he does. that guy is so 4th dimension sometimes.”
“but you guys…are doing okay, right?” it seems like hyuk is having issues trying not to let on that the whole gang is trying to get the two of them together. it’s actually quite amusing. and if sungmin wasn’t such good friends with hyukjae, he would tell him he knows about their oh-so-sneaky relationship plot. but instead, he’s insistent on having a little fun.
“ah, yeah sure. why not?” he pins hyukjae’s body against the counter. tightly holding his bony hips. the uber-thin guy is no match for sungmin’s martial-arts muscularity. he doesn’t put up a fight past the initial half-hearted wiggling when sungmin leans forward to catch his bottom lip between his teeth. sungmin is so easily the predator that he finds it hard to believe that jiyong makes him feel so vulnerable every time they meet. a feeling that is not unpleasant, but undeniably harmful to his psyche.
however, this scene is not an uncommon one. he’s made out hungrily in the kitchen with most of the members before. he’s unbuttoned their jeans and reached inside to find them already hard. he’s knelt on the floor in front of them, cock enveloped in his skilled mouth while still gripping fingerprint-sized bruises into their hips. and once in a while it’s been him that walks in on another couple as receiver-of-blowjob is groaning out his release.
and its always been a: “whoops.” coupled with nervous laughter and then a hasty retreat from the room.
never a: “hyukjae!”
su’s voice shocks them both but whereas sungmin turns it into a smile, hyuk has trouble forming the sentence he wants to say. “it’s not…we didn’t…I can’t….” sungmin is hearing a lot of negativity and not getting any help off the floor.
“nevermind. I’ll just get up myself.” he mutters. he rises and leaves while both of jungsu’s eyeballs are all kinds of stinky and directed solely in hyukjae’s general direction.
**
sungmin knew the party was coming, but in some weird way he’s still surprised. probably because he hadn’t expected the big bang members to show. but there they are. seungri, taeyang and jiyong standing on the other side of the room from the super junior members like kids at a middle school dance.
he’s personally glad that TOP hadn’t come along for whatever reason, but they sure could have used daesung’s friendly demeanour to cut the icy tension in the room.
jiyong has an arm around yongbae’s shoulders but a steady gaze in sungmin’s direction that seems to be digging into his soul. sungmin returns the same look without faltering. they definitely have some unfinished business that with any luck, and a lot of alcohol, would be finished after tonight. finished and on it’s second encore.
the first baby steps are unsurprisingly made by the maknae toward hyukjae. “eunhyuk ssi. can I check out the CD’s?” and the two of them head to the stereo, opening the floor for sungmin and heechul to head toward jiyong.
**
the copious amount of alcohol did in fact help. in more ways than one actually. now sungmin is in the same mental state as jiyong, letting their inhibitions flap around loosely like wind socks. plus as an added bonus, the other guys have taken to not giving a fuck that sungmin and heechul are not together. sure, they’ve been side by side in the way that would make conjoined twins jealous, but they are definitely not together.
there is a moment of memory loss when they pass each other in the hall going to-coming from the bathroom when their hands slide to lifted-bare patches of skin while they kiss and slip into the familiar pattern their life has been these last couple weeks.
heechul backs him toward the nearest bedroom. he turns the handle. they fall onto the nearest bed, lips still attached. bodies almost fused.
the friction of clothing between them. his hair being pulled. the light pressure of teeth at his neck. sungmin moans.
heechul pushes up to his elbows and looks down with strangely clear eyes. he shakes his head. “I really had to piss.” he laughs shortly and leaves hurriedly. leaving sungmin on a comfortable bed and the echo of jiyong’s name in his throat.
**
there is a weird thickness that seems almost like a headache persistent in waking sungmin up. he needs water, like now. he tries to move his legs but the blanket is tucked weirdly around sheets around his shirt and pants. so he thrashes in attempt to loosen himself.
“agh. fucking stop moving, will ya?” the voice sounds suspiciously like….
“jiyong?”
“uh,” jiyong begins as he squints down at his bed partner. “what am I doing in your bed? did we…?” his voice trails off. they’re fully dressed so that question is a pretty stupid one.
“this isn’t my bed. it’s donghi’s.” which is a little disturbing in itself. and where is manager hyung?
“whatever.” exactly.
“anyway, I passed out here first. why are you here.?”
“how the hell should I know? your stupid friends probably shoved me in here ‘cause they know you’re in love with me.” jiyong starts wiggling out of the twisted mass that is binding them together.
*my stupid friends…? all think me and heechul are in love.* sungmin ponders. “not very likely.” he doesn’t clarify. he’s not looking for an argument this early into his hangover.
“then what’s the big idea, huh?” jiyong’s annoyance would be much more convincing if he were attempting to get out of bed. instead, he turns to his side so he can face sungmin who suddenly can’t think of anything but how dark jiyong’s eyes seem right now. okay, maybe a little bit in love.
he clears his throat. attempts to clear his head. But no words come out. Did he really expect there to be words? A conversation even..? And then…
Jiyong’s lips are on his. Pressing, claiming. Too early-too late. Something like that. But today Sungmin is an excellent kisser. Top-notch. He closes his eyes and pretends he’s kissing Heechul. God, what a weird envisionment that became. All this effort going into trying to bed Jiyong, and when there is the goal realized, he’s got other issues. Damnit.
He mentally bitch-slaps himself and gets back into the moment. Sucking, nibbling Jiyong’s lips between his. The moment he’s been waiting for has come and gone. Jiyong is already pulling away. Wiggling desperately out of the sheets/blankets. It’s over. It never seemed to begin and now it’s over. Fuck.
“tell your friends to … fuck off.” Jiyong shakes his head. He doesn’t have the same vigour he seemed to before. The light in his hate-filled eyes, only a tad bit shiny today. *must be the hangover.* Sungmin ponders and reduces his eyes to little judgemental slits. He can’t believe this is the guy he’s been pining over. The one that’s conclusively made him crazy these last few weeks. Well, stranger things have happened. Actually, lately stranger things have happened.
Jiyong has successfully freed himself and is standing at the edge of the bed. Vacillating. There… the tables have turned. He looks a little lost. Little… small… and lost. Not shiny now at all. And there is a point where Sungmin has to decide….
part 2
talk about six degrees of k-pop. okay, more like just 4...but still.
“what did heechul want with seunghyun’s number?” Hyukjae seems to be fighting some conflicting emotions. most likely from trying to not give sungmin a lecture. though a little slips out. “I thought you were over the jiyong thing.”
*the jiyong thing*? as if it was a hobby like wine-tasting or collecting stickers. he would sure remember it and have a laugh with jiyong in the near future about his comparability to beanie babies. or even funny to mention to heechul. He shrugs, pretending not to know heechul is up to…something. “who knows why heechul does half the shit he does. that guy is so 4th dimension sometimes.”
“but you guys…are doing okay, right?” it seems like hyuk is having issues trying not to let on that the whole gang is trying to get the two of them together. it’s actually quite amusing. and if sungmin wasn’t such good friends with hyukjae, he would tell him he knows about their oh-so-sneaky relationship plot. but instead, he’s insistent on having a little fun.
“ah, yeah sure. why not?” he pins hyukjae’s body against the counter. tightly holding his bony hips. the uber-thin guy is no match for sungmin’s martial-arts muscularity. he doesn’t put up a fight past the initial half-hearted wiggling when sungmin leans forward to catch his bottom lip between his teeth. sungmin is so easily the predator that he finds it hard to believe that jiyong makes him feel so vulnerable every time they meet. a feeling that is not unpleasant, but undeniably harmful to his psyche.
however, this scene is not an uncommon one. he’s made out hungrily in the kitchen with most of the members before. he’s unbuttoned their jeans and reached inside to find them already hard. he’s knelt on the floor in front of them, cock enveloped in his skilled mouth while still gripping fingerprint-sized bruises into their hips. and once in a while it’s been him that walks in on another couple as receiver-of-blowjob is groaning out his release.
and its always been a: “whoops.” coupled with nervous laughter and then a hasty retreat from the room.
never a: “hyukjae!”
su’s voice shocks them both but whereas sungmin turns it into a smile, hyuk has trouble forming the sentence he wants to say. “it’s not…we didn’t…I can’t….” sungmin is hearing a lot of negativity and not getting any help off the floor.
“nevermind. I’ll just get up myself.” he mutters. he rises and leaves while both of jungsu’s eyeballs are all kinds of stinky and directed solely in hyukjae’s general direction.
**
sungmin knew the party was coming, but in some weird way he’s still surprised. probably because he hadn’t expected the big bang members to show. but there they are. seungri, taeyang and jiyong standing on the other side of the room from the super junior members like kids at a middle school dance.
he’s personally glad that TOP hadn’t come along for whatever reason, but they sure could have used daesung’s friendly demeanour to cut the icy tension in the room.
jiyong has an arm around yongbae’s shoulders but a steady gaze in sungmin’s direction that seems to be digging into his soul. sungmin returns the same look without faltering. they definitely have some unfinished business that with any luck, and a lot of alcohol, would be finished after tonight. finished and on it’s second encore.
the first baby steps are unsurprisingly made by the maknae toward hyukjae. “eunhyuk ssi. can I check out the CD’s?” and the two of them head to the stereo, opening the floor for sungmin and heechul to head toward jiyong.
**
the copious amount of alcohol did in fact help. in more ways than one actually. now sungmin is in the same mental state as jiyong, letting their inhibitions flap around loosely like wind socks. plus as an added bonus, the other guys have taken to not giving a fuck that sungmin and heechul are not together. sure, they’ve been side by side in the way that would make conjoined twins jealous, but they are definitely not together.
there is a moment of memory loss when they pass each other in the hall going to-coming from the bathroom when their hands slide to lifted-bare patches of skin while they kiss and slip into the familiar pattern their life has been these last couple weeks.
heechul backs him toward the nearest bedroom. he turns the handle. they fall onto the nearest bed, lips still attached. bodies almost fused.
the friction of clothing between them. his hair being pulled. the light pressure of teeth at his neck. sungmin moans.
heechul pushes up to his elbows and looks down with strangely clear eyes. he shakes his head. “I really had to piss.” he laughs shortly and leaves hurriedly. leaving sungmin on a comfortable bed and the echo of jiyong’s name in his throat.
**
there is a weird thickness that seems almost like a headache persistent in waking sungmin up. he needs water, like now. he tries to move his legs but the blanket is tucked weirdly around sheets around his shirt and pants. so he thrashes in attempt to loosen himself.
“agh. fucking stop moving, will ya?” the voice sounds suspiciously like….
“jiyong?”
“uh,” jiyong begins as he squints down at his bed partner. “what am I doing in your bed? did we…?” his voice trails off. they’re fully dressed so that question is a pretty stupid one.
“this isn’t my bed. it’s donghi’s.” which is a little disturbing in itself. and where is manager hyung?
“whatever.” exactly.
“anyway, I passed out here first. why are you here.?”
“how the hell should I know? your stupid friends probably shoved me in here ‘cause they know you’re in love with me.” jiyong starts wiggling out of the twisted mass that is binding them together.
*my stupid friends…? all think me and heechul are in love.* sungmin ponders. “not very likely.” he doesn’t clarify. he’s not looking for an argument this early into his hangover.
“then what’s the big idea, huh?” jiyong’s annoyance would be much more convincing if he were attempting to get out of bed. instead, he turns to his side so he can face sungmin who suddenly can’t think of anything but how dark jiyong’s eyes seem right now. okay, maybe a little bit in love.
he clears his throat. attempts to clear his head. But no words come out. Did he really expect there to be words? A conversation even..? And then…
Jiyong’s lips are on his. Pressing, claiming. Too early-too late. Something like that. But today Sungmin is an excellent kisser. Top-notch. He closes his eyes and pretends he’s kissing Heechul. God, what a weird envisionment that became. All this effort going into trying to bed Jiyong, and when there is the goal realized, he’s got other issues. Damnit.
He mentally bitch-slaps himself and gets back into the moment. Sucking, nibbling Jiyong’s lips between his. The moment he’s been waiting for has come and gone. Jiyong is already pulling away. Wiggling desperately out of the sheets/blankets. It’s over. It never seemed to begin and now it’s over. Fuck.
“tell your friends to … fuck off.” Jiyong shakes his head. He doesn’t have the same vigour he seemed to before. The light in his hate-filled eyes, only a tad bit shiny today. *must be the hangover.* Sungmin ponders and reduces his eyes to little judgemental slits. He can’t believe this is the guy he’s been pining over. The one that’s conclusively made him crazy these last few weeks. Well, stranger things have happened. Actually, lately stranger things have happened.
Jiyong has successfully freed himself and is standing at the edge of the bed. Vacillating. There… the tables have turned. He looks a little lost. Little… small… and lost. Not shiny now at all. And there is a point where Sungmin has to decide….