Sexuality--It's Ridiculous (4/?)
Title: Sexuality--It's Ridiculous
Pairing: KyuHae
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I have a facebook friend who lives in Seoul...does that count?
Summary: Kyuhyun's probably the straightest guy you've ever met; he likes booze, his job, and women. But what happens when his best friend Heechul decides he's had enough and propositions host Donghae to do his best to change this fact about Kyuhyun? Will it work? Or will there be more problems deciding Kyuhyun's sexuality?
Thump thump, thump thump.
There was a weird sensation hitting Kyuhyun’s back at a fixed pace. Almost like…a heartbeat? But of course that didn’t make any sense. But what else could it be?
Kyuhyun attempted to lift one eye, but his previous night’s actions had a certain consequence for when he opened the eye, the light streaming in from the curtains sent shocks of pain to his brain and he quickly scrunched them shut again.
His brain was being split in two as the certain promise of a hangover was crushing him down under his covers, which seemed to be very stifling at the moment. He moved to shrug them off but then found that something was blocking his arm movements. It took him about a minute to realize that it was someone else’s arm.
An arm was blocking his way.
“What the--?” Kyuhyun muttered loudly, causing the said arm to squeeze tighter and tug him closer to that same heartbeat.
Kyuhyun tried to stay calm, but he could feel the rushing sensation of panic embed into his limbs. Okay, it was just an arm. If the person wanted to kill him, they wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed as him, snuggling up to his back, right? He tried to think about women he had been seeing. There were none. He couldn’t remember bringing any girls home last night either and besides, this was definitely not the arm of a woman and if it was, she definitely needed to lay off the steroids.
Kyuhyun tried to pry the arm off of him so he could turn around and see just who the fuck it was in his bed. His actions backfired however for they only seemed to annoy the person behind him and pull him even closer to the body heat behind him. Kyuhyun really was freaking out now.
He began to pull and yank at the arm, trying to untwist his legs from the large duvet to get turned around. That’s when he realized that all he was wearing was his boxers.
Shit.
“Yah! Whoever you are, LET. GO.”
“Don’t wanna~” was the response. The entirely too familiarly voiced response. He heard a yawn and then felt the hot breathe brush against his neck.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
“D-Donghae-ssi..?” Kyuhyun was scared to death of the answer. Please god, let it not be him. Please Please. If it was Donghae, what horrible things could’ve lead to the situation they were currently in now?
“Mm?”
And that was exactly the answer Kyuhyun had not wanted.
“What. Are you doing. In my bed?” Kyuhyun gritted out, increasingly getting disgusted at the situation he had gotten himself into. He tried hard to remember last night’s occurrences. He could only see flashes of what he could remember, each being equally hazy, leaving him lost and confused.
He remembered the dance floor incident. That goddamn floor incident. He pushed his mind off of it and tried to remember what had happened after that.
He remembered that he needed to get drunk; to let the alcohol wash away the feelings that had erupted at Donghae’s administrations. There was a bottle of vodka…then Donghae showed up…they called a cab…
“SHIT!” Kyuhyun shot up, sending Donghae flying off the side of the small bed.
“Yah! What’s your problem?!” Kyuhyun looked down at Donghae, horrified to see him in the same state he was in. He was afraid to ask his next question.
“D-did we?!” Donghae knew what Kyuhyun must’ve been referring to.
He paused then spoke, feigning ignorance, “Well, does your ass hurt?”
Kyuhyun gaped, not getting the question but getting up to experiment nonetheless, “No, why?”
Donghae smirked, “Then no, we didn’t have sex.”
“What do you--?” Then realization struck Kyuhyun hard in the face and he could feel the blush playing across his features, creeping up his neck all the way to his ears.
“Oh, that’s gross! But wait, d-does yours?”
Donghae threw his head back and laughed, “You’re not very smart in the mornings are you Kyuhyun-ah~? And besides, why would mine hurt? I never, ever bottom.”
Kyuhyun blushed yet again and grumbled a ‘shut up’ before looking back at Donghae, loosing what he was about to say as he saw Donghae staring back up at him, noticing the way Donghae was looking him up and down.
Feeling suddenly conscious of himself, he wrapped his arms around his chest, “W-what are you looking at?”
“You actually have a pretty nice body.” Cue Kyuhyun blush, “I don’t see how I was able to control myself.” He smirked at Kyuhyun’s horrified expression before he saw Kyuhyun reach for his clothes and throw them in his face.
“Just get dressed and get out!”
“Yeah yeah.” He shrugged his shirt over his shoulders and pulled his pants on, staring at Kyuhyun as he slowly slid up the zipper and buttoned his pants.
Kyuhyun swallowed.
Donghae noticed.
“You know,” Donghae said, “I’ve heard morning sex is a very good way to start the day.” Donghae’s face soon met Kyuhyun’s pillow and Donghae laughed while ducking out of the room, slightly limping.
Kyuhyun watched him leave, seeing the limp that was put into his walk. His eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t move until he heard his front door close.
He let go of the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and finally looked about the room. His bed was slightly angled off the wall and his alarm clock had been knocked off his in-table. He looked for his clothes which were spread out from the door to his bed in an almost trail-like formation. He furrowed his brows.
His eyes then moved to the bed, where he could clearly see his newly spoiled sheets.
His eyes widened, “Mother fucker.” And he rushed out of his room and into the hallway of his apartment to try and see if he could find Donghae but he was already long gone.
Kyuhyun ran a hand through his hair and stepped back into his apartment, overwhelmed with disgust, regret, and a little guilt. How could he have let this happen? Even when he was drunk, he knew exactly who he should and should not fuck.
He must’ve been really wasted. Yeah. That was it, he told himself, he was just drunk and frustrated. Nothing to worry about. He’d never see him again.
Kyuhyun really needed to learn to stop lying to himself.
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Donghae reached around and kneaded his lower back for the nth time that day.
He couldn’t figure out what in the world had possessed him to let Kyuhyun top him.
He couldn’t figure out what in the world had even lead to the make out scene in the elevator leading to Kyuhyun’s apartment.
He couldn’t figure out what in the world had caused Kyuhyun to be just so fucking attractive.
Kyuhyun wasn’t’ anything like the guys Donghae went for. He almost always went for men like Kyuhyun’s friend Heechul. Girly, easily dominated, and would hang onto every word he said.
Kyuhyun was the total opposite of that. For one, and probably the most important reason as to why last night should not have happened, was Kyuhyun wasn’t gay. He was also extremely independent, stubborn, and strong-willed. Not anything like what Donghae was used to.
But Donghae was also a very competitive person. He liked games, and he liked winning them just as much. And all this was a game with Kyuhyun that he had promised himself to win.
Or was that just what he was telling himself?
Out of all the things Kyuhyun was, he was also confident in everything he did, which was definitely, to Donghae, sexy. Also, Kyuhyun had this mysterious dark side to him which sort of made Donghae want Kyuhyun to show him just how dark that side could be, even if that meant Kyuhyun pushing him over the top of a table and fucking him senseless. Which was unprecedented for Donghae because no one had ever topped him before. But then he started to think. Maybe, he was really starting to like Kyuhyun, and not just liked to play with him. He didn’t quite know about this revenge thing anymore…
Which brought him back to last night.
Donghae hadn’t actually been as drunk as he had lead Kyuhyun to think. All the events of last night were frighteningly clear in Donghae’s mind.
Every moan, lick, and thrust was till fresh in his thoughts and this had him crossing his legs, hiding the memory-induced erection that was starting to come to life in his already tight skinny jeans. Work was annoyingly slow today and the higher paying clients weren’t there to see him so he just sat at his booth reminiscing about the previous night’s events. This was a blessing he was grateful for. He wouldn’t want his clients thinking they were the reason for the bulge in his pants. Most of his clients were 40 and up. Gross.
He tried to rack his brain for why he would ever let Kyuhyun have his way with him. He always topped. He didn’t even know how to bottom, didn’t know that it would hurt that bad, but wait-how exactly did Kyuhyun know what he was doing? He was straight wasn’t he? Women didn’t need the same preparing that men did in order to have a less than painful experience but he clearly remembered Kyuhyun doing exactly what he was supposed to do in order to prepare Donghae and Donghae didn’t even need to give him any instructions.
Donghae quickly stood up, heading towards the exit.
Something’s up with this guy.
And Donghae was ready to figure that out, even at-he looked at his watch-5:45 in the morning. Oh, no wonder work was slow.
The club would be closed by then and Kyuhyun would surely be cleaning up right now so Donghae decided that that’s where he would stop Kyuhyun and interrogate the hell out of him.
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Kyuhyun was done cleaning up the bar and all other employees were already clocked or clocking out and soon it would just be him. Just what he was waiting for.
He checked to make sure everyone was gone before he set up the song in the DJ area located on the second floor and made his way back towards the stage. He didn’t realize the door to club had opened and a certain someone was making his way inside.
Donghae heard the start of music as he came in, a soft light tune consisting of light drums and an acoustic guitar. He then saw Kyuhyun making his way onto the stage. He stopped and stood out of eye-sight, realizing what Kyuhyun was doing and ready to enjoy the show.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth.
Aninde naneun aninde jeongmal igeon mari andoeneund~
Donghae gaped.
Babeul meogeodo jami deul ttaedo michyeonneunji geudaeman boyeoyo
Eonjena nareul jongil namaneul mossalgehae miwonneunde
Eotteoke naega eotteoke geudael saranghage dwaenneunji isanghajyo~
Kyuhyun had the richest and smoothest voice Donghae had ever heard. It sent
goose bumps up his body and shivers up his spine, all ending in his groin area.
I love you (Love you) Love you
Love you (Love you) Love you yeah
The song ended and it left Donghae speechless. He couldn’t remember what he had come there for and at the moment, it wasn’t that important. He did what a speechless, awed person did at times like this, he started clapping.
Kyuhyun jumped, squinting past the stage lights to the direction of the clapping.
“Waa~ I didn’t know you could sing like that Kyu-yah~”
Kyuhyun froze,”Donghae-ssi? Why are you here?”
Donghae thought for a second, forgetting exactly why he was actually here, but then remembering, “I need to talk to you about something.”
“O-oh really? What about?” Kyuhyun started to scoot off the stage, ready to make a mad dash towards the exit.
“About last night.”
“O-oh?” And then Kyuhyun took off, speeding past Donghae. Donghae quickly caught on and screamed, “You’re not getting off so easily!” and ran after him.
“I didn’t do anything!” Kyuhyun screamed, looking back to see Donghae was catching up pretty fast to him.
Next thing he knew, Donghae wasn’t behind him anymore, and he slowed down, looking around. A flash of movement in front of him, and Donghae tackled him to the floor, Kyuhyun lying on his back struggling to get Donghae off of him before Donghae pinned his arms down, out of breath and panting.
“Okay! Kyuhyun-ah.” Kyuhyun stared up at him, “We have to talk.”
“So you’ve said, but actually, I really think we don’t, so uh, if you don’t mind could you-“
“How did you know what to do last night?”
“What?”
“Don’t try to act dumb, I know you know what actually happened. You wouldn’t have tried to run away if you didn’t, which you suck at by the way. Now tell me,” Donghae locked eyes with Kyuhyun, ”How did you know what to do last night? If you’ve never been with a man before, you wouldn’t have known what to do.”
“You just kind of…pick stuff up…”
“The truth Kyuhyun-ah.”
Kyuhyun sighed, “Fine. Back in high school…I…I had a…friend. His name was Sungmin. Well actually,” Kyuhyun looked away, “we were kind of more than that.”
Donghae’s eyebrows looked like that were about to be swallowed by his hairline, “But I thought-“
“Yeah, I know what everyone else thinks. But…Sungmin was different from every other guy and I guess I fell for him. And we kind of…” Kyuhyun’s face went red. Donghae chuckled, hiding the fact that he was just a tad jealous. No that wasn’t’ it, he was totally not jealous, of course he wasn’t. Why should he be jealous?
“Not even Heechul-hyung knows. So don’t go around telling everybody.”
“I know, I know, I won’t. But wait, what happened to this Sungmin? Why’d you become all, ‘guys are icky?’”
Kyuhyun looked away again, this time to hide the tears that were threatening to spill over the rims of his lower lashes, “He died. Drunk driver. He’s the only guy I’ll ever love. That’s the end of it. It was wrong anyways.” Kyuhyun lied.
Donghae saw the tears, and there was that damn feeling again. The guilt. It was foreign, it was frustrating. He wasn’t ever supposed to feel like this for anyone. But it was like his hand moved without permission and the pad of his thumb was brushing the tears away like it had a mind of his own.
Kyuhyun looked back at Donghae, remembering the position they were still in. There he was being embarrassed again, Donghae thought, and he kind of smiled. And then they were back to staring at each other again and it left Donghae speechless for the thousandth time that night.
When did his eyes get so pretty?
He felt his head lowering, like he was being attracted to the magnet that was Kyuhyun’s lips. They looked oh-so-tempting, the top lip being slightly plumper than the lower one. He was close, so close, before Kyuhyun had to go and ruin it, “I really think we should-“
“Oh just shut up Kyuhyun.”
And he moved that extra centimeter and his lips were on Kyuhyun’s, cautious, gentle. He didn’t want to scare Kyuhyun off again, not when he was feeling something for him.
Wait, what?
No, Donghae was not feeling something for Kyuhyun. Of course not. He couldn’t. He was a playboy, THE playboy, and he didn’t have feelings for anybody. He didn’t feel anything when Kyuhyun started kissing back, he didn’t feel anything when he felt Kyuhyun’s arm wrapping around his neck, and he definitely didn’t feel anything when Kyuhyun slipped his tongue in his mouth.
Oh, fuck it.
And Donghae slid his tongue right against Kyuhyun’s, daring him to take things further.
Kyuhyun took the challenge.
He flipped them over, this time with Donghae on his back and Kyuhyun’s body laying flush on top of him. Their tongues slid across each others’, teeth nipping against lips, and lips bruising. Donghae then found himself in one of the hottest French kisses in the history of ever. And it stirred up more emotions than arousal. He decided then and there that his face wasn’t even that important and it had healed so what exactly was he getting revenge for? He had to admit to himself that he liked-loved-what was happening at the moment and he just might like the person he was sharing it with. He made the decision to take Heechul’s proposition and go towards his goal with a newfound determination, intent on making Kyuhyun his, and not through the influence of alcohol. He was done lying to himself. He felt Kyuhyun push him further into the ground.
Donghae moaned, feeling their crotches brushing against each other’s in the process.
This brought Kyuhyun back to reality, pulling back from Donghae, making a large smacking sound.
“Shit.” And Kyuhyun got up as fast as he could, heading towards the exit and slipping past it, leaving Donghae on the floor of the club panting and very, very aroused.
Donghae got up and attempted to follow, “Kyuhyun!” he screamed, reaching for his wrist. Kyuhyun yanked his arm from Donghae’s grasp.
“Don’t! Don’t. Touch me. Ever. Again.”
The look Kyuhyun was giving Donghae was one he had never seen on the man’s face before. It was…daunting and overly intimidating and so dark that Donghae felt he was being sucked in like it was a black hole.
“Kyuhyun, I just…” he trailed off and suddenly he just felt so helpless.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen, last night wasn’t supposed to happen. It was a mistake. You’re a mistake. You’re ruining everything. Just leave, and don’t-“
“Kyuhy-“
“DON’T try to see me again. Or else this time, I really will kill you.” His words held so much promise that Donghae couldn’t stand there anymore. He could practically feel the hatred emanating from Kyuhyun’s features and they were causing his eyes to tear up, an alien sensation in Donghae’s eyes. He never cried for anyone since his father died and he didn’t want to stand there and let Kyuhyun see how weak he was.
But if there was any other thing he was feeling at that moment, it was weak and it was vulnerable. He had just decided to give his heart to this man, to this very straight man, and already he was shut down and thrown away at a frightening pace. He couldn’t take it.
So he did what he was told and swept past Kyuhyun and out the entrance of the club.
Kyuhyun let go of his breath and let his emotions rush over him. His eyes scrunched shut and he landed harshly on his knees.
“I’m sorry Donghae, I just can’t do this.”
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OMG! Look how long it is! xD This was like totally 5 pages on word and then last night I was reading through and I ended up adding a whole bunch of stuff xD
I remember last time saying updates wouldn't be daily anymore...I lied...>>
I'm addicted to writing this! xD
Comments are love, and I'll take any criticism, critiques, ect :)
I'm not even going to say I probably won't update tomorrow because I will most likely be lying to myself and will also most likely start writing the next chapter right after I post this. OTL
Well, happy reading! :D OH, and cookies for anyone who can figure out what song Kyuhyun was singing! :D
A/N: EDIT: Okay, so I realized I made a big mistake, thank you ryo_smile for pointing it out! Since it had been son long since I wrote the first chapter to this story (i've had it on my computer for a really long time and only recently started writing again xD) so I had totally forgotten that I had already used Sungmin as a character in the 1st chapter. Okay, to prevent confusion, I'll make the Sungmin in the first chapter the Sungmin from co-ed and Kyuhyun's ex Sungmin is Lee Sungmin. Hopefully that clears up any confusion and thanks again to ryo_smile for pointing it out to me!
Chapter 5
Pairing: KyuHae
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I have a facebook friend who lives in Seoul...does that count?
Summary: Kyuhyun's probably the straightest guy you've ever met; he likes booze, his job, and women. But what happens when his best friend Heechul decides he's had enough and propositions host Donghae to do his best to change this fact about Kyuhyun? Will it work? Or will there be more problems deciding Kyuhyun's sexuality?
Thump thump, thump thump.
There was a weird sensation hitting Kyuhyun’s back at a fixed pace. Almost like…a heartbeat? But of course that didn’t make any sense. But what else could it be?
Kyuhyun attempted to lift one eye, but his previous night’s actions had a certain consequence for when he opened the eye, the light streaming in from the curtains sent shocks of pain to his brain and he quickly scrunched them shut again.
His brain was being split in two as the certain promise of a hangover was crushing him down under his covers, which seemed to be very stifling at the moment. He moved to shrug them off but then found that something was blocking his arm movements. It took him about a minute to realize that it was someone else’s arm.
An arm was blocking his way.
“What the--?” Kyuhyun muttered loudly, causing the said arm to squeeze tighter and tug him closer to that same heartbeat.
Kyuhyun tried to stay calm, but he could feel the rushing sensation of panic embed into his limbs. Okay, it was just an arm. If the person wanted to kill him, they wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed as him, snuggling up to his back, right? He tried to think about women he had been seeing. There were none. He couldn’t remember bringing any girls home last night either and besides, this was definitely not the arm of a woman and if it was, she definitely needed to lay off the steroids.
Kyuhyun tried to pry the arm off of him so he could turn around and see just who the fuck it was in his bed. His actions backfired however for they only seemed to annoy the person behind him and pull him even closer to the body heat behind him. Kyuhyun really was freaking out now.
He began to pull and yank at the arm, trying to untwist his legs from the large duvet to get turned around. That’s when he realized that all he was wearing was his boxers.
Shit.
“Yah! Whoever you are, LET. GO.”
“Don’t wanna~” was the response. The entirely too familiarly voiced response. He heard a yawn and then felt the hot breathe brush against his neck.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
“D-Donghae-ssi..?” Kyuhyun was scared to death of the answer. Please god, let it not be him. Please Please. If it was Donghae, what horrible things could’ve lead to the situation they were currently in now?
“Mm?”
And that was exactly the answer Kyuhyun had not wanted.
“What. Are you doing. In my bed?” Kyuhyun gritted out, increasingly getting disgusted at the situation he had gotten himself into. He tried hard to remember last night’s occurrences. He could only see flashes of what he could remember, each being equally hazy, leaving him lost and confused.
He remembered the dance floor incident. That goddamn floor incident. He pushed his mind off of it and tried to remember what had happened after that.
He remembered that he needed to get drunk; to let the alcohol wash away the feelings that had erupted at Donghae’s administrations. There was a bottle of vodka…then Donghae showed up…they called a cab…
“SHIT!” Kyuhyun shot up, sending Donghae flying off the side of the small bed.
“Yah! What’s your problem?!” Kyuhyun looked down at Donghae, horrified to see him in the same state he was in. He was afraid to ask his next question.
“D-did we?!” Donghae knew what Kyuhyun must’ve been referring to.
He paused then spoke, feigning ignorance, “Well, does your ass hurt?”
Kyuhyun gaped, not getting the question but getting up to experiment nonetheless, “No, why?”
Donghae smirked, “Then no, we didn’t have sex.”
“What do you--?” Then realization struck Kyuhyun hard in the face and he could feel the blush playing across his features, creeping up his neck all the way to his ears.
“Oh, that’s gross! But wait, d-does yours?”
Donghae threw his head back and laughed, “You’re not very smart in the mornings are you Kyuhyun-ah~? And besides, why would mine hurt? I never, ever bottom.”
Kyuhyun blushed yet again and grumbled a ‘shut up’ before looking back at Donghae, loosing what he was about to say as he saw Donghae staring back up at him, noticing the way Donghae was looking him up and down.
Feeling suddenly conscious of himself, he wrapped his arms around his chest, “W-what are you looking at?”
“You actually have a pretty nice body.” Cue Kyuhyun blush, “I don’t see how I was able to control myself.” He smirked at Kyuhyun’s horrified expression before he saw Kyuhyun reach for his clothes and throw them in his face.
“Just get dressed and get out!”
“Yeah yeah.” He shrugged his shirt over his shoulders and pulled his pants on, staring at Kyuhyun as he slowly slid up the zipper and buttoned his pants.
Kyuhyun swallowed.
Donghae noticed.
“You know,” Donghae said, “I’ve heard morning sex is a very good way to start the day.” Donghae’s face soon met Kyuhyun’s pillow and Donghae laughed while ducking out of the room, slightly limping.
Kyuhyun watched him leave, seeing the limp that was put into his walk. His eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t move until he heard his front door close.
He let go of the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and finally looked about the room. His bed was slightly angled off the wall and his alarm clock had been knocked off his in-table. He looked for his clothes which were spread out from the door to his bed in an almost trail-like formation. He furrowed his brows.
His eyes then moved to the bed, where he could clearly see his newly spoiled sheets.
His eyes widened, “Mother fucker.” And he rushed out of his room and into the hallway of his apartment to try and see if he could find Donghae but he was already long gone.
Kyuhyun ran a hand through his hair and stepped back into his apartment, overwhelmed with disgust, regret, and a little guilt. How could he have let this happen? Even when he was drunk, he knew exactly who he should and should not fuck.
He must’ve been really wasted. Yeah. That was it, he told himself, he was just drunk and frustrated. Nothing to worry about. He’d never see him again.
Kyuhyun really needed to learn to stop lying to himself.
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Donghae reached around and kneaded his lower back for the nth time that day.
He couldn’t figure out what in the world had possessed him to let Kyuhyun top him.
He couldn’t figure out what in the world had even lead to the make out scene in the elevator leading to Kyuhyun’s apartment.
He couldn’t figure out what in the world had caused Kyuhyun to be just so fucking attractive.
Kyuhyun wasn’t’ anything like the guys Donghae went for. He almost always went for men like Kyuhyun’s friend Heechul. Girly, easily dominated, and would hang onto every word he said.
Kyuhyun was the total opposite of that. For one, and probably the most important reason as to why last night should not have happened, was Kyuhyun wasn’t gay. He was also extremely independent, stubborn, and strong-willed. Not anything like what Donghae was used to.
But Donghae was also a very competitive person. He liked games, and he liked winning them just as much. And all this was a game with Kyuhyun that he had promised himself to win.
Or was that just what he was telling himself?
Out of all the things Kyuhyun was, he was also confident in everything he did, which was definitely, to Donghae, sexy. Also, Kyuhyun had this mysterious dark side to him which sort of made Donghae want Kyuhyun to show him just how dark that side could be, even if that meant Kyuhyun pushing him over the top of a table and fucking him senseless. Which was unprecedented for Donghae because no one had ever topped him before. But then he started to think. Maybe, he was really starting to like Kyuhyun, and not just liked to play with him. He didn’t quite know about this revenge thing anymore…
Which brought him back to last night.
Donghae hadn’t actually been as drunk as he had lead Kyuhyun to think. All the events of last night were frighteningly clear in Donghae’s mind.
Every moan, lick, and thrust was till fresh in his thoughts and this had him crossing his legs, hiding the memory-induced erection that was starting to come to life in his already tight skinny jeans. Work was annoyingly slow today and the higher paying clients weren’t there to see him so he just sat at his booth reminiscing about the previous night’s events. This was a blessing he was grateful for. He wouldn’t want his clients thinking they were the reason for the bulge in his pants. Most of his clients were 40 and up. Gross.
He tried to rack his brain for why he would ever let Kyuhyun have his way with him. He always topped. He didn’t even know how to bottom, didn’t know that it would hurt that bad, but wait-how exactly did Kyuhyun know what he was doing? He was straight wasn’t he? Women didn’t need the same preparing that men did in order to have a less than painful experience but he clearly remembered Kyuhyun doing exactly what he was supposed to do in order to prepare Donghae and Donghae didn’t even need to give him any instructions.
Donghae quickly stood up, heading towards the exit.
Something’s up with this guy.
And Donghae was ready to figure that out, even at-he looked at his watch-5:45 in the morning. Oh, no wonder work was slow.
The club would be closed by then and Kyuhyun would surely be cleaning up right now so Donghae decided that that’s where he would stop Kyuhyun and interrogate the hell out of him.
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Kyuhyun was done cleaning up the bar and all other employees were already clocked or clocking out and soon it would just be him. Just what he was waiting for.
He checked to make sure everyone was gone before he set up the song in the DJ area located on the second floor and made his way back towards the stage. He didn’t realize the door to club had opened and a certain someone was making his way inside.
Donghae heard the start of music as he came in, a soft light tune consisting of light drums and an acoustic guitar. He then saw Kyuhyun making his way onto the stage. He stopped and stood out of eye-sight, realizing what Kyuhyun was doing and ready to enjoy the show.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth.
Aninde naneun aninde jeongmal igeon mari andoeneund~
Donghae gaped.
Babeul meogeodo jami deul ttaedo michyeonneunji geudaeman boyeoyo
Eonjena nareul jongil namaneul mossalgehae miwonneunde
Eotteoke naega eotteoke geudael saranghage dwaenneunji isanghajyo~
Kyuhyun had the richest and smoothest voice Donghae had ever heard. It sent
goose bumps up his body and shivers up his spine, all ending in his groin area.
I love you (Love you) Love you
Love you (Love you) Love you yeah
The song ended and it left Donghae speechless. He couldn’t remember what he had come there for and at the moment, it wasn’t that important. He did what a speechless, awed person did at times like this, he started clapping.
Kyuhyun jumped, squinting past the stage lights to the direction of the clapping.
“Waa~ I didn’t know you could sing like that Kyu-yah~”
Kyuhyun froze,”Donghae-ssi? Why are you here?”
Donghae thought for a second, forgetting exactly why he was actually here, but then remembering, “I need to talk to you about something.”
“O-oh really? What about?” Kyuhyun started to scoot off the stage, ready to make a mad dash towards the exit.
“About last night.”
“O-oh?” And then Kyuhyun took off, speeding past Donghae. Donghae quickly caught on and screamed, “You’re not getting off so easily!” and ran after him.
“I didn’t do anything!” Kyuhyun screamed, looking back to see Donghae was catching up pretty fast to him.
Next thing he knew, Donghae wasn’t behind him anymore, and he slowed down, looking around. A flash of movement in front of him, and Donghae tackled him to the floor, Kyuhyun lying on his back struggling to get Donghae off of him before Donghae pinned his arms down, out of breath and panting.
“Okay! Kyuhyun-ah.” Kyuhyun stared up at him, “We have to talk.”
“So you’ve said, but actually, I really think we don’t, so uh, if you don’t mind could you-“
“How did you know what to do last night?”
“What?”
“Don’t try to act dumb, I know you know what actually happened. You wouldn’t have tried to run away if you didn’t, which you suck at by the way. Now tell me,” Donghae locked eyes with Kyuhyun, ”How did you know what to do last night? If you’ve never been with a man before, you wouldn’t have known what to do.”
“You just kind of…pick stuff up…”
“The truth Kyuhyun-ah.”
Kyuhyun sighed, “Fine. Back in high school…I…I had a…friend. His name was Sungmin. Well actually,” Kyuhyun looked away, “we were kind of more than that.”
Donghae’s eyebrows looked like that were about to be swallowed by his hairline, “But I thought-“
“Yeah, I know what everyone else thinks. But…Sungmin was different from every other guy and I guess I fell for him. And we kind of…” Kyuhyun’s face went red. Donghae chuckled, hiding the fact that he was just a tad jealous. No that wasn’t’ it, he was totally not jealous, of course he wasn’t. Why should he be jealous?
“Not even Heechul-hyung knows. So don’t go around telling everybody.”
“I know, I know, I won’t. But wait, what happened to this Sungmin? Why’d you become all, ‘guys are icky?’”
Kyuhyun looked away again, this time to hide the tears that were threatening to spill over the rims of his lower lashes, “He died. Drunk driver. He’s the only guy I’ll ever love. That’s the end of it. It was wrong anyways.” Kyuhyun lied.
Donghae saw the tears, and there was that damn feeling again. The guilt. It was foreign, it was frustrating. He wasn’t ever supposed to feel like this for anyone. But it was like his hand moved without permission and the pad of his thumb was brushing the tears away like it had a mind of his own.
Kyuhyun looked back at Donghae, remembering the position they were still in. There he was being embarrassed again, Donghae thought, and he kind of smiled. And then they were back to staring at each other again and it left Donghae speechless for the thousandth time that night.
When did his eyes get so pretty?
He felt his head lowering, like he was being attracted to the magnet that was Kyuhyun’s lips. They looked oh-so-tempting, the top lip being slightly plumper than the lower one. He was close, so close, before Kyuhyun had to go and ruin it, “I really think we should-“
“Oh just shut up Kyuhyun.”
And he moved that extra centimeter and his lips were on Kyuhyun’s, cautious, gentle. He didn’t want to scare Kyuhyun off again, not when he was feeling something for him.
Wait, what?
No, Donghae was not feeling something for Kyuhyun. Of course not. He couldn’t. He was a playboy, THE playboy, and he didn’t have feelings for anybody. He didn’t feel anything when Kyuhyun started kissing back, he didn’t feel anything when he felt Kyuhyun’s arm wrapping around his neck, and he definitely didn’t feel anything when Kyuhyun slipped his tongue in his mouth.
Oh, fuck it.
And Donghae slid his tongue right against Kyuhyun’s, daring him to take things further.
Kyuhyun took the challenge.
He flipped them over, this time with Donghae on his back and Kyuhyun’s body laying flush on top of him. Their tongues slid across each others’, teeth nipping against lips, and lips bruising. Donghae then found himself in one of the hottest French kisses in the history of ever. And it stirred up more emotions than arousal. He decided then and there that his face wasn’t even that important and it had healed so what exactly was he getting revenge for? He had to admit to himself that he liked-loved-what was happening at the moment and he just might like the person he was sharing it with. He made the decision to take Heechul’s proposition and go towards his goal with a newfound determination, intent on making Kyuhyun his, and not through the influence of alcohol. He was done lying to himself. He felt Kyuhyun push him further into the ground.
Donghae moaned, feeling their crotches brushing against each other’s in the process.
This brought Kyuhyun back to reality, pulling back from Donghae, making a large smacking sound.
“Shit.” And Kyuhyun got up as fast as he could, heading towards the exit and slipping past it, leaving Donghae on the floor of the club panting and very, very aroused.
Donghae got up and attempted to follow, “Kyuhyun!” he screamed, reaching for his wrist. Kyuhyun yanked his arm from Donghae’s grasp.
“Don’t! Don’t. Touch me. Ever. Again.”
The look Kyuhyun was giving Donghae was one he had never seen on the man’s face before. It was…daunting and overly intimidating and so dark that Donghae felt he was being sucked in like it was a black hole.
“Kyuhyun, I just…” he trailed off and suddenly he just felt so helpless.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen, last night wasn’t supposed to happen. It was a mistake. You’re a mistake. You’re ruining everything. Just leave, and don’t-“
“Kyuhy-“
“DON’T try to see me again. Or else this time, I really will kill you.” His words held so much promise that Donghae couldn’t stand there anymore. He could practically feel the hatred emanating from Kyuhyun’s features and they were causing his eyes to tear up, an alien sensation in Donghae’s eyes. He never cried for anyone since his father died and he didn’t want to stand there and let Kyuhyun see how weak he was.
But if there was any other thing he was feeling at that moment, it was weak and it was vulnerable. He had just decided to give his heart to this man, to this very straight man, and already he was shut down and thrown away at a frightening pace. He couldn’t take it.
So he did what he was told and swept past Kyuhyun and out the entrance of the club.
Kyuhyun let go of his breath and let his emotions rush over him. His eyes scrunched shut and he landed harshly on his knees.
“I’m sorry Donghae, I just can’t do this.”
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OMG! Look how long it is! xD This was like totally 5 pages on word and then last night I was reading through and I ended up adding a whole bunch of stuff xD
I remember last time saying updates wouldn't be daily anymore...I lied...>>
I'm addicted to writing this! xD
Comments are love, and I'll take any criticism, critiques, ect :)
I'm not even going to say I probably won't update tomorrow because I will most likely be lying to myself and will also most likely start writing the next chapter right after I post this. OTL
Well, happy reading! :D OH, and cookies for anyone who can figure out what song Kyuhyun was singing! :D
A/N: EDIT: Okay, so I realized I made a big mistake, thank you ryo_smile for pointing it out! Since it had been son long since I wrote the first chapter to this story (i've had it on my computer for a really long time and only recently started writing again xD) so I had totally forgotten that I had already used Sungmin as a character in the 1st chapter. Okay, to prevent confusion, I'll make the Sungmin in the first chapter the Sungmin from co-ed and Kyuhyun's ex Sungmin is Lee Sungmin. Hopefully that clears up any confusion and thanks again to ryo_smile for pointing it out to me!
Chapter 5