Temper, Temper [One Shot]
096. "I like you. I like you. I like you.", WC *
Title: Temper, Temper
Prompt: 096. "I like you. I like you. I like you." W/C KyuMin
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and boys kissing boys.
Genre: Drama/ Romance
Word Count: 1,008
Sungmin storms into the dorm, slamming a door behind him. No one has time to look up, before he’s cursing.
“Kyuhyun is an asshole.” He snaps, and Kibum looks around the room at all of the unsurprised faces. It’s Yesung who speaks up though.
“Um, yeah? We already know that.” Yesung’s head dips back to the song he’s trying to write, and Sungmin fumes at him for a moment before stalking into the kitchen and flinging himself into a chair. Ryeowook gives him a concerned look, but doesn’t ask. Sungmin figures he knows that the verbal torrent will come without pressing.
“He’s such a bastard sometimes, Wookie. I don’t even understand. Nothing I can do is ever right. It’s like my presence is an insult.” Sungmin is pouting a little, because it figures that he would fall for someone like Cho Kyuhyun.
“What happened, Sungmin-hyung?” Ryeowook glances over his shoulder as he makes tea, and takes in the sulking face.
“I was just in the dorm, and Eunhyuk came up to me with a move he wants to show the choreographer, so we were working it out, seeing how it would fit in with the rest of our choreography. And Kyuhyun just has all of these snide little comments built up. I think he saves them for when I’m in the dorm. He told me I should stick to my day job, and leave the choreo to the trainers. I know how to dance. It’s why I’m here! That’s why they let me debut, because I can dance. It’s not just that though. It’s everything I do, he has something to say about it. Nothing I do ever pleases Kyuhyun.” He’s more hurt than mad by the time he finishes his rant, and he looks at Ryeowook, who is by this time, sitting at the table calmly drinking his tea.
“Sungmin-hyung, why do you care? If you don’t like him, don’t put yourself in the position where you have to be around him.”
“Ryeowook, we’re in the same group. I have to see him.” Sungmin looks at Ryeowook in complete disbelief. Ryeowook just sighs at him,.
“I know that, hyung. Yes, you have to be around him for schedule, but honestly, we don’t have that much socializing time during our schedules. So just avoid him if you don’t like him.” Sungmin frowns a little helplessly at that.
“It’s not like you want to be around him, right?” Ryeowook looks up at him and pauses at his expression.
“Oh.” Is all he says, and Sungmin drops his head onto the table, and pouts some more.
“Oh, hyung.” He feels Ryeowook reach out and run a soothing hand over his hair, and he sniffles a little, tears of self-pity and utter embarrassment sliding down his cheeks. Sungmin sits up a minute later, and smiles weakly.
“I’m going to the studio, I’ll be back later.” He gets up from the table and goes to his room for his dance bag and heads to the studio. It’s late, but the security guards are more than used to seeing him in the studios at all hours, and they just smile at him. He goes to the room he always uses for practice, turns on the music, and lets himself go.
He doesn’t stop until the door opens, and he turns towards it, expecting Ryeowook or Eeteuk to have come to check on him. It’s Kyuhyun though, and he feels his expression go numb, and he resumes dancing, valiantly ignoring Kyuhyun.
“Hyung.” Kyuhyun speaks over the music, but Sungmin pretends he doesn’t hear. “Sungmin-hyung,” he tries again, and Sungmin spares him a cool glance, watching himself pop in the mirror, looking for flaws in the motions.
“Hyung!” Kyuhyun snaps, striding over and grabbing Sungmin by the arm. Without thinking, Sungmin lets fly with a fist aimed for that sharp jawline, and is at once relieved and infuriated when the blow is blocked. He’s shoved back against the mirror, head bouncing off the surface and he snarls at Kyuhyun, outrageously angry.
“What the fuck, Kyuhyun?! What in the hell is your problem? You really think you can stomp in here demanding my attention and get it, after you’ve spent the last however long insulting me at every shot? It doesn’t work like that. Get your hands off of me, before I break th-“ Sungmin is silenced by the press of lips against his. He bites Kyuhyuns lower lip, feeling perversely pleased when the younger man simply deepens the kiss, hands sliding from Sungmin’s shoulders down to his wrists. When they break apart, gasping for air, Kyuhyun presses his forehead against Sungmin’s, eyes shut tight.
“I like you. I like you. I like you. I’m sorry hyung, but I do, and I hated it, and it was the only way I knew you were paying attention to me. It’s stupid, but I wanted you to notice me, not everyone else. You notice fucking everyone, even Hyukjae, and he’s kind of weird. Why didn’t you ever notice me?” his tone starts out frustrated and ends up plaintive, and Sungmin is stunned into silence. Kyuhyun opens his eyes and takes in the startled expression. His lips twist into a bitter caricature of a smile before he releases Sungmin and turns to walk out of the studio.
“Kyuhyun..” Sungmin only gets his name out before the other boy whips around, expression carefully blank. Sungmin launches himself at Kyuhyun, trusting that he’ll catch him, and kisses him softly.
“I did notice you. I notice everything you do. I was trying so hard to make sure you didn’t realize how badly I wanted you.” Sungming grins ruefully, “I suppose I did a pretty decent job of it.”
Kyuhyun smiles, linking their fingers together and pulling Sungmin from the studio, only for Sungmin to wrench himself away and run back into the practice room. He comes out carrying his bag, and rejoins Kyuhyun.
“You’re still an asshole, Kyu.” Sungmin laughs, leaning into his side as they walk back to the dorms.
Title: Temper, Temper
Prompt: 096. "I like you. I like you. I like you." W/C KyuMin
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and boys kissing boys.
Genre: Drama/ Romance
Word Count: 1,008
Sungmin storms into the dorm, slamming a door behind him. No one has time to look up, before he’s cursing.
“Kyuhyun is an asshole.” He snaps, and Kibum looks around the room at all of the unsurprised faces. It’s Yesung who speaks up though.
“Um, yeah? We already know that.” Yesung’s head dips back to the song he’s trying to write, and Sungmin fumes at him for a moment before stalking into the kitchen and flinging himself into a chair. Ryeowook gives him a concerned look, but doesn’t ask. Sungmin figures he knows that the verbal torrent will come without pressing.
“He’s such a bastard sometimes, Wookie. I don’t even understand. Nothing I can do is ever right. It’s like my presence is an insult.” Sungmin is pouting a little, because it figures that he would fall for someone like Cho Kyuhyun.
“What happened, Sungmin-hyung?” Ryeowook glances over his shoulder as he makes tea, and takes in the sulking face.
“I was just in the dorm, and Eunhyuk came up to me with a move he wants to show the choreographer, so we were working it out, seeing how it would fit in with the rest of our choreography. And Kyuhyun just has all of these snide little comments built up. I think he saves them for when I’m in the dorm. He told me I should stick to my day job, and leave the choreo to the trainers. I know how to dance. It’s why I’m here! That’s why they let me debut, because I can dance. It’s not just that though. It’s everything I do, he has something to say about it. Nothing I do ever pleases Kyuhyun.” He’s more hurt than mad by the time he finishes his rant, and he looks at Ryeowook, who is by this time, sitting at the table calmly drinking his tea.
“Sungmin-hyung, why do you care? If you don’t like him, don’t put yourself in the position where you have to be around him.”
“Ryeowook, we’re in the same group. I have to see him.” Sungmin looks at Ryeowook in complete disbelief. Ryeowook just sighs at him,.
“I know that, hyung. Yes, you have to be around him for schedule, but honestly, we don’t have that much socializing time during our schedules. So just avoid him if you don’t like him.” Sungmin frowns a little helplessly at that.
“It’s not like you want to be around him, right?” Ryeowook looks up at him and pauses at his expression.
“Oh.” Is all he says, and Sungmin drops his head onto the table, and pouts some more.
“Oh, hyung.” He feels Ryeowook reach out and run a soothing hand over his hair, and he sniffles a little, tears of self-pity and utter embarrassment sliding down his cheeks. Sungmin sits up a minute later, and smiles weakly.
“I’m going to the studio, I’ll be back later.” He gets up from the table and goes to his room for his dance bag and heads to the studio. It’s late, but the security guards are more than used to seeing him in the studios at all hours, and they just smile at him. He goes to the room he always uses for practice, turns on the music, and lets himself go.
He doesn’t stop until the door opens, and he turns towards it, expecting Ryeowook or Eeteuk to have come to check on him. It’s Kyuhyun though, and he feels his expression go numb, and he resumes dancing, valiantly ignoring Kyuhyun.
“Hyung.” Kyuhyun speaks over the music, but Sungmin pretends he doesn’t hear. “Sungmin-hyung,” he tries again, and Sungmin spares him a cool glance, watching himself pop in the mirror, looking for flaws in the motions.
“Hyung!” Kyuhyun snaps, striding over and grabbing Sungmin by the arm. Without thinking, Sungmin lets fly with a fist aimed for that sharp jawline, and is at once relieved and infuriated when the blow is blocked. He’s shoved back against the mirror, head bouncing off the surface and he snarls at Kyuhyun, outrageously angry.
“What the fuck, Kyuhyun?! What in the hell is your problem? You really think you can stomp in here demanding my attention and get it, after you’ve spent the last however long insulting me at every shot? It doesn’t work like that. Get your hands off of me, before I break th-“ Sungmin is silenced by the press of lips against his. He bites Kyuhyuns lower lip, feeling perversely pleased when the younger man simply deepens the kiss, hands sliding from Sungmin’s shoulders down to his wrists. When they break apart, gasping for air, Kyuhyun presses his forehead against Sungmin’s, eyes shut tight.
“I like you. I like you. I like you. I’m sorry hyung, but I do, and I hated it, and it was the only way I knew you were paying attention to me. It’s stupid, but I wanted you to notice me, not everyone else. You notice fucking everyone, even Hyukjae, and he’s kind of weird. Why didn’t you ever notice me?” his tone starts out frustrated and ends up plaintive, and Sungmin is stunned into silence. Kyuhyun opens his eyes and takes in the startled expression. His lips twist into a bitter caricature of a smile before he releases Sungmin and turns to walk out of the studio.
“Kyuhyun..” Sungmin only gets his name out before the other boy whips around, expression carefully blank. Sungmin launches himself at Kyuhyun, trusting that he’ll catch him, and kisses him softly.
“I did notice you. I notice everything you do. I was trying so hard to make sure you didn’t realize how badly I wanted you.” Sungming grins ruefully, “I suppose I did a pretty decent job of it.”
Kyuhyun smiles, linking their fingers together and pulling Sungmin from the studio, only for Sungmin to wrench himself away and run back into the practice room. He comes out carrying his bag, and rejoins Kyuhyun.
“You’re still an asshole, Kyu.” Sungmin laughs, leaning into his side as they walk back to the dorms.