My Bloody Valentine (5/7)
So sorry for the extremely late update, but here it is
Word count: 2291
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Friday
Everything hurt and his head throbbed as if someone was standing inside his skull hitting at his temples with a sledge hammer. Why did he even go to class? Oh that's right, because he's a fucking idiot. He stared at the black board and tried to listen to what the teacher said but the words didn't make sense. Nothing did, it was just like someone was mumbling to him.
Hyukjae wasn't in school. That coward. But apparently the news had spread.
The entire day Kyuhyun had noticed people pointing and whispering about "the psycho that tried to kill Hyukjae". Well at least people noticed him now.
The bell rang and he quickly got up to march out from the class room, avoiding people's glares and whispers.
"Why are you running?" Seriously? What had gotten in to Heechul, they had been seeing each other for months but now he decides to befriend him openly.
"Take a guess" his words were a mixture of a murmur and a hiss between his clenched jaws.
"oh hubby, cheer up. You should see how Hyukjae looks. Don't you think you went a little over board?" He smiled. Why the fuck did he smile?
"No."
"Oh but stop being such a little bitch, you should be glad I'm not dumping you right in this spot."
"I wish you dumped me months ago."
"Wishing is for poor and pathetic people, you are neither sweetie. What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing you'd be interested in."
"Tell me now."
"Sungmin and I are going to a party."
"Where."
"Across campus, cultural majors dorm, people you don't know."
"Don't be scared. I won't crash. I do however hope to see your face this Sunday."
And just like that he was gone again and Kyuhyun was alone.
See him on Sunday? Oh he sure would. His words lingered in his head. Kyuhyun. Pathetic. He scoffed to himself and pulled his phone up, dialing Sungmin.
It didn't take more than two signals until he answered.
"Hi, where are you?"
"Straight to the point, I just left class, where are you?"
"I'm at the dorm. Come here now and we'll get ready for tonight."
"I'm not even in a party mood, what is the point of tonight anyway?"
"You're gonna have fun. And you're gonna have a Heechul and Hyukjae free evening. I guarantee fun."
"Ah fine, I'll be there in ten"
The clock was ticking. When should one arrive to not be too early nor too late. They had said around seven. Would they seem desperate if they were there at seven and would they seem rude showing up around eight.
Kyuhyun looked over to Sungmin who stood in front of the mirror, still fixing his hair as he had been doing for the last 20 minutes.
Sometimes Kyuhyun wished. Sometimes he wished he could be the person Sungmin wanted him to be. The selfless, kind boyfriend. He wished Heechul had never showed up in his life. He wished he had never fallen for his stupid smile and kind words. He wished that he had known that this relationship they had only would consist of broken promises and broken hearts.
And then a thought hit him that. He felt bad for Hyukjae. Hyukjae whom he hated. But still he felt bad because of what Heechul did to him behind his back. And Kyuhyun felt bad for doing what he did to someone else. He knew Heechul was in a relationship when they started getting involved. He knew about Hyukjae. But he didn't care.
Was he really that selfish? Was he really that much of an asshole? Well, apparently. Suddenly a voice pulled him away from his thoughts.
"Are you ready?" Sungmin looked at him with big eyes and a smile just as big. He couldn't help but curve his mouth slightly into a soft smile.
"Yup."
"Is my hair okay?"
"It's fine, you look great."
"Really?" The voice was the one of a child who was just told Santa was coming to town Hopeful and naive.
"Really."
Sungmin grabbed his arm and pulled him along with a happy look on his face.
"Let's go then!"
They walked for about fifteen minutes in almost complete silence. Sungmin would from time to time ask him something and as a response he would just say something partially distant.
When had it gotten so awkward between them? Well, obviously when Kyuhyun had realized that Sungmin was in love with him. But when was that? A year ago? maybe two?
But still he wouldn't stop being with Sungmin. He was his best friend.
Sungmin deserved someone great, he had always thought that. He deserved someone better than Kyuhyun himself. Someone who didn't go around moping over a guy he would never get. Sungmin deserved greatness.
When they arrived where the party was held Sungmin skipped ahead. A cloud of smoke hit Kyuhyuns nostrils as they entered the apartment. People everywhere, drinks, cigarettes and skin on skin. His lips cracked into a small smile and he thought about it, his life would be so much better without Heechul. What did Heechul even add to his life except for misery and anger?
That's right, nothing.
His phone buzzed. Speaking of the devil
"cultural majors you said? ;) xoxo"
"no"
"what do you mean no?"
No way. No way Heechul would show up. He wouldn't.
"I don't want you here"
"?? Boo, what's wrong? did I do something? xoxo"
"Just no okay"
"Fine"
A soft sigh escaped Kyuhyuns lips as he went to fetch a drink and he looked around. Some people he recognized, some people he didn't. He really didn't bother. His fingers clasped around the neck of the bottle of gin. It was bitter, and it burnt. But Kyuhyun didn't care as he was downing the content of the bottle.
He looked around again before lighting a cigarette.
Heechul couldn't show up. He wouldn't. He said he wouldn't. Kyuhyun was just over analyzing. Why would Heechul even show up? It was completely the wrong type of company he'd socialize within. These were the outcasts. While Heechul cast people out.
Heechul was the king and these people where his servants.
Kyuhyun laughed slightly at how silly he was. Heechul wouldn't come here. Just like that did the thought disappeared from his mind and with slow steps he went out onto the balcony, still with the cigarette between his lips and the bottle in his hand. There was already someone out there as he came out, with medium long dark brown hair, dark eyes and a tired expression. As he noticed Kyuhyun a wide smile spread across his lips and he embraced Kyuhyun tightly. This was Yesung. This was a friend. A very very drunk friend.
Yesung just chuckled and gave Kyuhyun a hard pat on his back before he stumbled inside again, laughing.
The second he came through the door he felt his heart drop in his chest. Really... really? He watched Heechul lay on the couch, laughing, drinking, making out with his dear Hyukkie. The anger bubbled up inside him and he tightened his grip on the neck of the bottle. One sip, two, three, four, five sips. Down you go.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Kyuhyun loomed over the two with a blank gaze.
"It's you.. why do you-"
"Shut up. I'm talking to Heechul"
"Why ar-"
"I said shut up. Now I repeat, what are you doing here?" Heechul laughed, sat up, stood up and faced Kyuhyun with a wide grin plastered on his face.
"Who are you?" The anger kept bubbling but now it was more of a boil under his skin.
"What do you mean 'who am I?'"
"Do I know you?" He laughed again, rolled his eyes and went back to the couch, went back to sucking on Hyukjae's face. It was too much, Kyuhyun's eyes teared up, he turned, marched, he basically ran out to the balcony. He ran out to run into Sungmin.
"What's wrong?" And there. Tears. Flushing down his face. He didn't cry because of Heechul ignoring him. He cried because he let himself be ignored. He let himself get treated like shit. And for what? What did he gain? Shit, absolutely shit. All he had was marks on his body and marks on his heart, hurt and broken down into nothing. Heechul turned him into nothing.
The warm comfort of Sungmin's embrace was perfect, he buried his nails into Sungmin's back, holding him as tightly as possible. This moment was wonderful, in an absurd way. The warmth from Sungmin's body spread into his own, the smell of Sungmin's hair pervaded the air, the feeling of Sungmin's heartbeat against his own chest. It was arousing, in a weird kind of way. It was still Sungmin. But a different Sungmin. A much much nicer Sungmin, in that kind of way.
He leaned slightly back and looked into Sungmin's eyes. He had that pout on, the one he always has when Kyuhyun was down. The corner of Kyuhyun's lip raised slightly, forming a crooked smile as he leaned in. Pressing his lips against his friend's. Never could he have imagined how soft Sungmin's lips could be, how nice they could feel. A slight shift in placement moved Kyuhyun closer, entangling his fingers into Sungmin's hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, parting his lips, pushing his tongue into Sungmin's mouth, mixing their saliva to the soft beat of the music from inside.
Thoughts were circling in his head like crazy, would he regret this, is this fair, why Sungmin, why Heechul. Once again Kyuhyun didn't care about his actions or their consequences because now was now and right now he was undressing Sungmin in some stranger's bed room. He felt the room spinning, how Sungmin and himself were sort of aviating and how everything was blurry. He knew he should stop. But he didn't, he couldn't. Kyuhyun wouldn't stop until his craving and his frustration came out. He wouldn't stop. He let his teeth sink in at Sungmin's neck, causing the shorter one to moan loudly, this only making Kyuhyun more eager, more excited.
The bed squeaked as Kyuhyun pushed Sungmin onto it before crawling down and straddling his friend. A cunning smile spread across his lips as he pulled his hair out of his face and then his shirt over his head. He leaned in and kissed Sungmin again. A rough, passionate and wet kiss as he rolled his hips slightly into Sungmin's, the friction causing them both to moan into the kiss before he broke the kiss but kept that smile on his face. Then leaned pass Sungmin, to the drawers. He went through them, roughly and with a certain stress
"what are you looking for?" Sungmin's words were merely panting with a slight undertone of a voice. But Kyuhyun understood and he held up the condom he had in his hand. And he chuckled before he started to unbutton his own pants, slowly, he left them hanging at his waist as he went to remove Sungmin's ones.
He pulled them of quickly along with Sungmin's underwear. This was it. He was fucking doing it. He was gonna do Sungmin. Eager hands from Sungmin's side came to the hem of Kyuhyun's pants. Lips, tongue, skin against skin.
Kyuhyun was naked and on top of Sungmin, he kept his lips pressed against his friend's as he run his hand along Sungmin's thigh. He was doing it, he was doing Sungmin. The moan escaping his throat as he pushed into Sungmin with slight force was like no other. Filled with lust, anger, frustration, hate and passion.
Sungmin was squealing, his eyes were pressed shut and Kyuhyun looked at him before placing a soft kiss on his eyelids.
The pace he had was neither steady nor slow. He was ruthless, he wasn't holding back as he kept pushing into Sungmin, each thrust harder and more vigorous than the one before. One of his hands were placed next to Sungmin's head, clenching the sheets while the other was holding a firm grip around the bedfoot. He wasn't gonna hold back and he wasn't gonna be quiet about it, he groaned heavily and he was gonna fuck the senses out of Sungmin.
For a mere second his eyes glanced over Sungmin and he noticed his hands were so tightly clasped that his knuckles were turning white. Kyuhyun grabbed his hand and held tight as he pushed their fists into the sheets. "I'm sorry" he whispered as he pounded into his friend. Knowing how this only would hurt him more. But his emotions had left. They left the minute Heechul entered the apartment. No, when Heechul entered his life.
Sungmin had given out under him, there was no tensing, just moaning and hitched breaths. Relaxation and pleasure. And orgasm, sweet sweet orgasm, Kyuhyun kept pushing after he came in Sungmin, decisive to give him that sweet sweet orgasm. It didn't take long, just enough time and the two boys lay in perfect harmony, breathing heavily and drops of sweat on their bodies, semen against their skin. Kyuhyun laughed. He laughed as he got up, got dressed. No words just soft laughter.
"Why are you laughing?" Sungmin's voice was husky and low. And he kept the covers close to him, covering himself up as Kyuhyun answered his question with only a head shake and a soft "nothing". With slow steps he sat next to Sungmin, placed a soft kiss on his forehead before getting up again, not turning back until he stood in the doorway.
"You're too easy Sungmin, you know that right?"
"What?"
"So easy" And his chuckle echoed in Sungmin's head as the door shut
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Friday
Everything hurt and his head throbbed as if someone was standing inside his skull hitting at his temples with a sledge hammer. Why did he even go to class? Oh that's right, because he's a fucking idiot. He stared at the black board and tried to listen to what the teacher said but the words didn't make sense. Nothing did, it was just like someone was mumbling to him.
Hyukjae wasn't in school. That coward. But apparently the news had spread.
The entire day Kyuhyun had noticed people pointing and whispering about "the psycho that tried to kill Hyukjae". Well at least people noticed him now.
The bell rang and he quickly got up to march out from the class room, avoiding people's glares and whispers.
"Why are you running?" Seriously? What had gotten in to Heechul, they had been seeing each other for months but now he decides to befriend him openly.
"Take a guess" his words were a mixture of a murmur and a hiss between his clenched jaws.
"oh hubby, cheer up. You should see how Hyukjae looks. Don't you think you went a little over board?" He smiled. Why the fuck did he smile?
"No."
"Oh but stop being such a little bitch, you should be glad I'm not dumping you right in this spot."
"I wish you dumped me months ago."
"Wishing is for poor and pathetic people, you are neither sweetie. What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing you'd be interested in."
"Tell me now."
"Sungmin and I are going to a party."
"Where."
"Across campus, cultural majors dorm, people you don't know."
"Don't be scared. I won't crash. I do however hope to see your face this Sunday."
And just like that he was gone again and Kyuhyun was alone.
See him on Sunday? Oh he sure would. His words lingered in his head. Kyuhyun. Pathetic. He scoffed to himself and pulled his phone up, dialing Sungmin.
It didn't take more than two signals until he answered.
"Hi, where are you?"
"Straight to the point, I just left class, where are you?"
"I'm at the dorm. Come here now and we'll get ready for tonight."
"I'm not even in a party mood, what is the point of tonight anyway?"
"You're gonna have fun. And you're gonna have a Heechul and Hyukjae free evening. I guarantee fun."
"Ah fine, I'll be there in ten"
The clock was ticking. When should one arrive to not be too early nor too late. They had said around seven. Would they seem desperate if they were there at seven and would they seem rude showing up around eight.
Kyuhyun looked over to Sungmin who stood in front of the mirror, still fixing his hair as he had been doing for the last 20 minutes.
Sometimes Kyuhyun wished. Sometimes he wished he could be the person Sungmin wanted him to be. The selfless, kind boyfriend. He wished Heechul had never showed up in his life. He wished he had never fallen for his stupid smile and kind words. He wished that he had known that this relationship they had only would consist of broken promises and broken hearts.
And then a thought hit him that. He felt bad for Hyukjae. Hyukjae whom he hated. But still he felt bad because of what Heechul did to him behind his back. And Kyuhyun felt bad for doing what he did to someone else. He knew Heechul was in a relationship when they started getting involved. He knew about Hyukjae. But he didn't care.
Was he really that selfish? Was he really that much of an asshole? Well, apparently. Suddenly a voice pulled him away from his thoughts.
"Are you ready?" Sungmin looked at him with big eyes and a smile just as big. He couldn't help but curve his mouth slightly into a soft smile.
"Yup."
"Is my hair okay?"
"It's fine, you look great."
"Really?" The voice was the one of a child who was just told Santa was coming to town Hopeful and naive.
"Really."
Sungmin grabbed his arm and pulled him along with a happy look on his face.
"Let's go then!"
They walked for about fifteen minutes in almost complete silence. Sungmin would from time to time ask him something and as a response he would just say something partially distant.
When had it gotten so awkward between them? Well, obviously when Kyuhyun had realized that Sungmin was in love with him. But when was that? A year ago? maybe two?
But still he wouldn't stop being with Sungmin. He was his best friend.
Sungmin deserved someone great, he had always thought that. He deserved someone better than Kyuhyun himself. Someone who didn't go around moping over a guy he would never get. Sungmin deserved greatness.
When they arrived where the party was held Sungmin skipped ahead. A cloud of smoke hit Kyuhyuns nostrils as they entered the apartment. People everywhere, drinks, cigarettes and skin on skin. His lips cracked into a small smile and he thought about it, his life would be so much better without Heechul. What did Heechul even add to his life except for misery and anger?
That's right, nothing.
His phone buzzed. Speaking of the devil
"cultural majors you said? ;) xoxo"
"no"
"what do you mean no?"
No way. No way Heechul would show up. He wouldn't.
"I don't want you here"
"?? Boo, what's wrong? did I do something? xoxo"
"Just no okay"
"Fine"
A soft sigh escaped Kyuhyuns lips as he went to fetch a drink and he looked around. Some people he recognized, some people he didn't. He really didn't bother. His fingers clasped around the neck of the bottle of gin. It was bitter, and it burnt. But Kyuhyun didn't care as he was downing the content of the bottle.
He looked around again before lighting a cigarette.
Heechul couldn't show up. He wouldn't. He said he wouldn't. Kyuhyun was just over analyzing. Why would Heechul even show up? It was completely the wrong type of company he'd socialize within. These were the outcasts. While Heechul cast people out.
Heechul was the king and these people where his servants.
Kyuhyun laughed slightly at how silly he was. Heechul wouldn't come here. Just like that did the thought disappeared from his mind and with slow steps he went out onto the balcony, still with the cigarette between his lips and the bottle in his hand. There was already someone out there as he came out, with medium long dark brown hair, dark eyes and a tired expression. As he noticed Kyuhyun a wide smile spread across his lips and he embraced Kyuhyun tightly. This was Yesung. This was a friend. A very very drunk friend.
Yesung just chuckled and gave Kyuhyun a hard pat on his back before he stumbled inside again, laughing.
The second he came through the door he felt his heart drop in his chest. Really... really? He watched Heechul lay on the couch, laughing, drinking, making out with his dear Hyukkie. The anger bubbled up inside him and he tightened his grip on the neck of the bottle. One sip, two, three, four, five sips. Down you go.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Kyuhyun loomed over the two with a blank gaze.
"It's you.. why do you-"
"Shut up. I'm talking to Heechul"
"Why ar-"
"I said shut up. Now I repeat, what are you doing here?" Heechul laughed, sat up, stood up and faced Kyuhyun with a wide grin plastered on his face.
"Who are you?" The anger kept bubbling but now it was more of a boil under his skin.
"What do you mean 'who am I?'"
"Do I know you?" He laughed again, rolled his eyes and went back to the couch, went back to sucking on Hyukjae's face. It was too much, Kyuhyun's eyes teared up, he turned, marched, he basically ran out to the balcony. He ran out to run into Sungmin.
"What's wrong?" And there. Tears. Flushing down his face. He didn't cry because of Heechul ignoring him. He cried because he let himself be ignored. He let himself get treated like shit. And for what? What did he gain? Shit, absolutely shit. All he had was marks on his body and marks on his heart, hurt and broken down into nothing. Heechul turned him into nothing.
The warm comfort of Sungmin's embrace was perfect, he buried his nails into Sungmin's back, holding him as tightly as possible. This moment was wonderful, in an absurd way. The warmth from Sungmin's body spread into his own, the smell of Sungmin's hair pervaded the air, the feeling of Sungmin's heartbeat against his own chest. It was arousing, in a weird kind of way. It was still Sungmin. But a different Sungmin. A much much nicer Sungmin, in that kind of way.
He leaned slightly back and looked into Sungmin's eyes. He had that pout on, the one he always has when Kyuhyun was down. The corner of Kyuhyun's lip raised slightly, forming a crooked smile as he leaned in. Pressing his lips against his friend's. Never could he have imagined how soft Sungmin's lips could be, how nice they could feel. A slight shift in placement moved Kyuhyun closer, entangling his fingers into Sungmin's hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, parting his lips, pushing his tongue into Sungmin's mouth, mixing their saliva to the soft beat of the music from inside.
Thoughts were circling in his head like crazy, would he regret this, is this fair, why Sungmin, why Heechul. Once again Kyuhyun didn't care about his actions or their consequences because now was now and right now he was undressing Sungmin in some stranger's bed room. He felt the room spinning, how Sungmin and himself were sort of aviating and how everything was blurry. He knew he should stop. But he didn't, he couldn't. Kyuhyun wouldn't stop until his craving and his frustration came out. He wouldn't stop. He let his teeth sink in at Sungmin's neck, causing the shorter one to moan loudly, this only making Kyuhyun more eager, more excited.
The bed squeaked as Kyuhyun pushed Sungmin onto it before crawling down and straddling his friend. A cunning smile spread across his lips as he pulled his hair out of his face and then his shirt over his head. He leaned in and kissed Sungmin again. A rough, passionate and wet kiss as he rolled his hips slightly into Sungmin's, the friction causing them both to moan into the kiss before he broke the kiss but kept that smile on his face. Then leaned pass Sungmin, to the drawers. He went through them, roughly and with a certain stress
"what are you looking for?" Sungmin's words were merely panting with a slight undertone of a voice. But Kyuhyun understood and he held up the condom he had in his hand. And he chuckled before he started to unbutton his own pants, slowly, he left them hanging at his waist as he went to remove Sungmin's ones.
He pulled them of quickly along with Sungmin's underwear. This was it. He was fucking doing it. He was gonna do Sungmin. Eager hands from Sungmin's side came to the hem of Kyuhyun's pants. Lips, tongue, skin against skin.
Kyuhyun was naked and on top of Sungmin, he kept his lips pressed against his friend's as he run his hand along Sungmin's thigh. He was doing it, he was doing Sungmin. The moan escaping his throat as he pushed into Sungmin with slight force was like no other. Filled with lust, anger, frustration, hate and passion.
Sungmin was squealing, his eyes were pressed shut and Kyuhyun looked at him before placing a soft kiss on his eyelids.
The pace he had was neither steady nor slow. He was ruthless, he wasn't holding back as he kept pushing into Sungmin, each thrust harder and more vigorous than the one before. One of his hands were placed next to Sungmin's head, clenching the sheets while the other was holding a firm grip around the bedfoot. He wasn't gonna hold back and he wasn't gonna be quiet about it, he groaned heavily and he was gonna fuck the senses out of Sungmin.
For a mere second his eyes glanced over Sungmin and he noticed his hands were so tightly clasped that his knuckles were turning white. Kyuhyun grabbed his hand and held tight as he pushed their fists into the sheets. "I'm sorry" he whispered as he pounded into his friend. Knowing how this only would hurt him more. But his emotions had left. They left the minute Heechul entered the apartment. No, when Heechul entered his life.
Sungmin had given out under him, there was no tensing, just moaning and hitched breaths. Relaxation and pleasure. And orgasm, sweet sweet orgasm, Kyuhyun kept pushing after he came in Sungmin, decisive to give him that sweet sweet orgasm. It didn't take long, just enough time and the two boys lay in perfect harmony, breathing heavily and drops of sweat on their bodies, semen against their skin. Kyuhyun laughed. He laughed as he got up, got dressed. No words just soft laughter.
"Why are you laughing?" Sungmin's voice was husky and low. And he kept the covers close to him, covering himself up as Kyuhyun answered his question with only a head shake and a soft "nothing". With slow steps he sat next to Sungmin, placed a soft kiss on his forehead before getting up again, not turning back until he stood in the doorway.
"You're too easy Sungmin, you know that right?"
"What?"
"So easy" And his chuckle echoed in Sungmin's head as the door shut
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