a banquet for the shadows
100 super junior fics challenge ★
because everyone needs some challenge in their life
sucking freezies in the rain
started november 20, 2007 (technically april 15, 2008)
progress 20/100
018 keys (eeteuk/shiwon) shiwon
the elevator slides open smoothly, mechanically, to a small man leaning against the door to heechul's apartment. he doesn't turn when the elevator doors shut again behind me.
"jungsu, go away," i hear a voice on the other side of the door. i watch from a couple steps away because i don't want to intrude on whatever is happening.
"heechul!" the man pounds a fist against the solid metal door only once, but the sound of his voice is more painful than the single pound. "please, please."
i stand behind him for another ten minutes before he turns around. his sad eyes look straight into mine and a shiver runs through me. he gives a smile, i can see him trying to hold it together, keep it together.
my foot moves without thinking because i just feel this immeasurable need to comfort his small frame. the door opens as my foot falls and heechul's hair is black again and he wraps arms around the man's shoulders. "i'm sorry, please stop it. i didn't want you to be so sad," his voice wavers.
the man's eyes fall downwards to the ground. he's crying. heechul presses a kiss to the back of his neck and then finally sees me. i'm stunned. electricity, pity, tangible sadness, sadder and sadder still, breaking through my body. i can't speak.
so vulnerable.
"why do you do this? you didn't tell me, you didn't come to me at all." heechul sighs, removes one hand and places it around the fragile man's waist. "i can't help you."
"stop it, heechul," the man's hand darts to heechul's around his small middle. their hands drop and separate, heechul moves backward, but the boy doesn't turn around. "i don't think you're very sorry, heechul."
the man leaves, bumps into me haphazardly without thinking but muttering a small, "sorry," before entering the elevator.
when the doors have closed again, heechul stands at the doorway, frowning at me. "not now."
does he know that i'm dying to know? what did he do? what has he done? "heechul..."
"siwon, please."
"i just want to know--"
"siwon."
"--why can't you tell me?"
"i don't want you to know, obviously." he turns around and takes a step inside. his hand rests on the door as he turns his head back to look at me. "you'll probably find out eventually, anyway, won't you?" he slams it shut.
i stare at the door for a while and then reach deeply into my pocket. i finally meet the door and bend down and smooth a white paper envelope through the crack under the door.
"my apartment is big enough for all three of us... call me."
i hear heechul, "stupid..."
019 clocks (shindong/eunhyuk) eunhyuk
i slide down in my seat. this is the last play i want to see. what guy wants to sit through a story about gay men during the holocaust? it makes me feel so ill.
"are you alright?" sungmin at my side, concerned pout and eyebrows. his hand rests on mine. it feels warm and subtle with comfort. i feel better
i grunt and he just gives me a smile. my stomach turns again. i see slight annoyance as he turns away from me, glances over to the man with black hair next to him. his name was...jongwoon? jongwoon, yeah.
as sungmin looks over at him, i do, too. sungmin looks back up to the bright stage but i watch past him as jongwoon turns to his friend, shin dong...hyuk? hyun? he gets up and slides past jongwoon, past sungmin who frowns a bit, and then past me.
"i'm going to the bathroom, want to come with?" he asks, but i feel like he's only talk to me.
i stand, look over to sungmin who just shrugs. no harm, he's thinking. i follow shin dong... hoon? to the bathroom. we take the furthest two urinals. we finish at about the same time, shake, pull up, and wash our hands.
"are you and sungmin good friends?" he asks. dong hae? no, that's not donghae...
"yeah." i think for a second, purse my lips and look up. "we're good friends, yeah."
he nods, smiles. he's kind of good looking? maybe a little heavy, but he's good looking. dong hye? "are you and jongwoon... good friends?"
he seems a little taken back by the question and i feel bad for asking. "yeah..." he sees the popcorn stand. "food?"
i nod and follow him over. he buys a small bag and starts eating it as we make our way back inside. i check the time on my cellphone before sitting, it's almost midnight. he goes first and sits down, offers jongwoon some popcorn. he refuses, so he leans over and offers some to sungmin and me.
i take a handful and smile at him. sungmin blinks, wonders what just happened in the bathroom, and takes a couple of my pieces.
donghee! that was his name... and thank god, the show is over and i'm glad when sungmin's hand finds mine again, warm, soft, but strong and i like it.
020 glow (donghae/kibum) r donghae
his parents are gone and he holds my hand all the way from the front door to his room a flight of stairs and down a long hallway. his house is gigantic and i can't fathom being alone in something so big and dark and scary. i bet it's haunted.
i've been in his room a couple times before. this time, i'm a little more aware of how large it is, how many shadows hide in the corners, the walls, the ceiling. he has a private bathroom, a private closet, a private balcony, a king sized bed.
he lets go of my hand and shuts the door.
suddenly, i have a huge urge to jump onto his bed, so i drop my back pack and kick off my shoes. i make a run for the bed and jump, roll, stand and bounce a couple times.
"hey, hey, don't jump on it, you'll break it," kibum warns me from across the room as he neatly takes off his own shoes. "or maybe you'll fall off and break your neck?"
i stop and frown at him. "whatever. you don't know anything~"
he smiles at me and then the room goes dark. he flips another switch and a small light glows on the walls by the bed. i frown and stare hard at him. "i hate the dark, kibum, you know that..."
he shrugs and makes his way to the bed. i sit down and hug my knees to myself. "turn the lights back on, kibum. please."
"just get used to it."
he climbs onto the bed and meets me crawling on all fours. he smiles, forever looking younger than he is, and caresses the side of my face with a single hand before pressing his lips to mine.
he always works slowly, kissing softly and gently rubbing a thumb behind my ear. he waits until i moan before moving his tongue against mine, before pressing me down firmly on the bed. we take small breaths between kisses, parting to undress, parting to let him move down my body with a wet tongue and wet lips.
he breathes onto me, "i really love you."
i freeze and he takes me in his mouth. fire rushes through me quickly and sweat beads up on my skin, shivers ripple through me and i'm almost there when he pulls back. he doesn't touch me and i look through the dim light to find him smiling down at me.
"donghae, i love you."
i just stare up at him. i don't even know what love is. my parents love each other. my mom loves me. my dad loves me. but kibum? isn't he my friend? do friends love each other and do this? is this what friends do?
"stop thinking so much," he laughs and kisses me again. my thoughts disappear and he parts, lifts my legs. "it feels good, right?"
he presses a finger into me and i nod, close my eyes. when he puts in another, he lowers his head next to mine and whispers, "are you ready, donghae?"
his fingers are gone and quickly replaced with something much different. it feels better. he slides in and out of me easily and we both start panting. his hand runs across my length, grips and rubs.
"ki-kibum!" i arch my back by reflex and tilt my head back. i press my eyelids shut tightly. i want to cry.
he kisses me again and says, on my lips, as we climax, "i love you."
kibum moves to america when we're eleven and he doesn't come back for a long time. secretly, i felt very relieved.
← in the end it should be a good one ★ ... →
because everyone needs some challenge in their life
sucking freezies in the rain
started november 20, 2007 (technically april 15, 2008)
progress 20/100
018 keys (eeteuk/shiwon) shiwon
the elevator slides open smoothly, mechanically, to a small man leaning against the door to heechul's apartment. he doesn't turn when the elevator doors shut again behind me.
"jungsu, go away," i hear a voice on the other side of the door. i watch from a couple steps away because i don't want to intrude on whatever is happening.
"heechul!" the man pounds a fist against the solid metal door only once, but the sound of his voice is more painful than the single pound. "please, please."
i stand behind him for another ten minutes before he turns around. his sad eyes look straight into mine and a shiver runs through me. he gives a smile, i can see him trying to hold it together, keep it together.
my foot moves without thinking because i just feel this immeasurable need to comfort his small frame. the door opens as my foot falls and heechul's hair is black again and he wraps arms around the man's shoulders. "i'm sorry, please stop it. i didn't want you to be so sad," his voice wavers.
the man's eyes fall downwards to the ground. he's crying. heechul presses a kiss to the back of his neck and then finally sees me. i'm stunned. electricity, pity, tangible sadness, sadder and sadder still, breaking through my body. i can't speak.
so vulnerable.
"why do you do this? you didn't tell me, you didn't come to me at all." heechul sighs, removes one hand and places it around the fragile man's waist. "i can't help you."
"stop it, heechul," the man's hand darts to heechul's around his small middle. their hands drop and separate, heechul moves backward, but the boy doesn't turn around. "i don't think you're very sorry, heechul."
the man leaves, bumps into me haphazardly without thinking but muttering a small, "sorry," before entering the elevator.
when the doors have closed again, heechul stands at the doorway, frowning at me. "not now."
does he know that i'm dying to know? what did he do? what has he done? "heechul..."
"siwon, please."
"i just want to know--"
"siwon."
"--why can't you tell me?"
"i don't want you to know, obviously." he turns around and takes a step inside. his hand rests on the door as he turns his head back to look at me. "you'll probably find out eventually, anyway, won't you?" he slams it shut.
i stare at the door for a while and then reach deeply into my pocket. i finally meet the door and bend down and smooth a white paper envelope through the crack under the door.
"my apartment is big enough for all three of us... call me."
i hear heechul, "stupid..."
019 clocks (shindong/eunhyuk) eunhyuk
i slide down in my seat. this is the last play i want to see. what guy wants to sit through a story about gay men during the holocaust? it makes me feel so ill.
"are you alright?" sungmin at my side, concerned pout and eyebrows. his hand rests on mine. it feels warm and subtle with comfort. i feel better
i grunt and he just gives me a smile. my stomach turns again. i see slight annoyance as he turns away from me, glances over to the man with black hair next to him. his name was...jongwoon? jongwoon, yeah.
as sungmin looks over at him, i do, too. sungmin looks back up to the bright stage but i watch past him as jongwoon turns to his friend, shin dong...hyuk? hyun? he gets up and slides past jongwoon, past sungmin who frowns a bit, and then past me.
"i'm going to the bathroom, want to come with?" he asks, but i feel like he's only talk to me.
i stand, look over to sungmin who just shrugs. no harm, he's thinking. i follow shin dong... hoon? to the bathroom. we take the furthest two urinals. we finish at about the same time, shake, pull up, and wash our hands.
"are you and sungmin good friends?" he asks. dong hae? no, that's not donghae...
"yeah." i think for a second, purse my lips and look up. "we're good friends, yeah."
he nods, smiles. he's kind of good looking? maybe a little heavy, but he's good looking. dong hye? "are you and jongwoon... good friends?"
he seems a little taken back by the question and i feel bad for asking. "yeah..." he sees the popcorn stand. "food?"
i nod and follow him over. he buys a small bag and starts eating it as we make our way back inside. i check the time on my cellphone before sitting, it's almost midnight. he goes first and sits down, offers jongwoon some popcorn. he refuses, so he leans over and offers some to sungmin and me.
i take a handful and smile at him. sungmin blinks, wonders what just happened in the bathroom, and takes a couple of my pieces.
donghee! that was his name... and thank god, the show is over and i'm glad when sungmin's hand finds mine again, warm, soft, but strong and i like it.
020 glow (donghae/kibum) r donghae
his parents are gone and he holds my hand all the way from the front door to his room a flight of stairs and down a long hallway. his house is gigantic and i can't fathom being alone in something so big and dark and scary. i bet it's haunted.
i've been in his room a couple times before. this time, i'm a little more aware of how large it is, how many shadows hide in the corners, the walls, the ceiling. he has a private bathroom, a private closet, a private balcony, a king sized bed.
he lets go of my hand and shuts the door.
suddenly, i have a huge urge to jump onto his bed, so i drop my back pack and kick off my shoes. i make a run for the bed and jump, roll, stand and bounce a couple times.
"hey, hey, don't jump on it, you'll break it," kibum warns me from across the room as he neatly takes off his own shoes. "or maybe you'll fall off and break your neck?"
i stop and frown at him. "whatever. you don't know anything~"
he smiles at me and then the room goes dark. he flips another switch and a small light glows on the walls by the bed. i frown and stare hard at him. "i hate the dark, kibum, you know that..."
he shrugs and makes his way to the bed. i sit down and hug my knees to myself. "turn the lights back on, kibum. please."
"just get used to it."
he climbs onto the bed and meets me crawling on all fours. he smiles, forever looking younger than he is, and caresses the side of my face with a single hand before pressing his lips to mine.
he always works slowly, kissing softly and gently rubbing a thumb behind my ear. he waits until i moan before moving his tongue against mine, before pressing me down firmly on the bed. we take small breaths between kisses, parting to undress, parting to let him move down my body with a wet tongue and wet lips.
he breathes onto me, "i really love you."
i freeze and he takes me in his mouth. fire rushes through me quickly and sweat beads up on my skin, shivers ripple through me and i'm almost there when he pulls back. he doesn't touch me and i look through the dim light to find him smiling down at me.
"donghae, i love you."
i just stare up at him. i don't even know what love is. my parents love each other. my mom loves me. my dad loves me. but kibum? isn't he my friend? do friends love each other and do this? is this what friends do?
"stop thinking so much," he laughs and kisses me again. my thoughts disappear and he parts, lifts my legs. "it feels good, right?"
he presses a finger into me and i nod, close my eyes. when he puts in another, he lowers his head next to mine and whispers, "are you ready, donghae?"
his fingers are gone and quickly replaced with something much different. it feels better. he slides in and out of me easily and we both start panting. his hand runs across my length, grips and rubs.
"ki-kibum!" i arch my back by reflex and tilt my head back. i press my eyelids shut tightly. i want to cry.
he kisses me again and says, on my lips, as we climax, "i love you."
kibum moves to america when we're eleven and he doesn't come back for a long time. secretly, i felt very relieved.
← in the end it should be a good one ★ ... →