Truth is - Sihan
Title: Truth is
Author: craiglockdhart
Pairings: Sihan
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Make Love Not Fuck.
Summary: Overused plot once again by an author who's a sucker for happy endings.
Disclaimer: Once again, newbie who owns Hankyung and Siwon only in her wildest dreams
This is a poor sequel to Lies (here), created only because I need a happy ending for myself.
Hankyung and Siwon by now are so used to their lifestyle it almost comes as a norm for them.
Meet. Find an empty room. Fuck. Someone gets up to go depending on whose bed it is. Repeat cycle.
Nobody needs to know, or find out what exactly the originally close pair has been up to.
Nobody seems to notice Hankyung's penchant for collared long-sleeve shirts even in the heat of summer.
Nobody notices the flash of green in Siwon's eyes every time someone so much as gets close to Hankyung.
Nobody hears the strangled moans of Hankyung and an unusually violent Siwon at night whenever that happens.
Hankyung always prided himself on being one of the best drinkers in the group.
Siwon, however, was a different story altogether. They would often laugh as the tallest man was the first one knocked out cold by a couple of vodka shots and some unfortunate sober soul would be the one tasked with the blubbering, half-asleep man.
Tonight, Hankyung was the unfortunate sober soul since the only other two capable of lifting the chunk of muscle were similarly gone for good.
"What is up with these Koreans and their tendency to bite off more than they can chew?", he says this aloud in Chinese now since nobody is awake enough to hear.
He laughs at the irony of his statement.
Biting off more than they can chew?
Seems like the Chinese aren't too bad at that themselves.
He is tempted to leave Siwon there with the rest, sprawled all over the couch.
But Hankyung picks up the man he loves anyway, and with a resigned sigh drags him in the direction of his room.
Hankyung thinks he'll spend the night watching Siwon sleep, tracing his perfect features with his fingers.
Feeling his soft, alcohol tinged breath and his beautiful smile. Hankyung might secretly kiss that smile over and over.
But only when Siwon's eyes are closed and when he doesn't know.
Siwon wakes up with a headache like no other the next morning.
He scoffs at his own pitiable tolerance for alcohol - even worse than the baby of the family, Henry.
Next to him, Hankyung's eyes are shut, his dark eye rings making him look more weary than usual.
Siwon feels the weight on his left arm and his fluffy black hair.
Even with toussled hair and a perpetual frown on his sleeping visage the man is a work of art.
Slowly Siwon runs his fingers over Hankyung's face, eliciting a disgruntled moan.
His heart aches. Not with lust now but longing... And dare he say it.... love?
"Fuck, Hyung. I love you. You know that?", Siwon whispers, barely audible, "So fucking much."
Siwon misses the flutter of Hankyung's eyelids and the singular tear that runs down the corner of his eye as he gets up to go.
"If you love me, why don't you let me know?"
So the next time they take to the sheets again Hankyung is different.
Siwon realizes that the Chinese man no longer lays there like a broken rag doll, biting his lower lip to silence himself.
Hankyung seems more active, urgent, vocal - Determined to do his part for once.
"You're different today.", Siwon says, more as a statement than a question, still embedded deeply in Hankyung.
"So you finally see fit to speak to me while using me as your convenient whore.", Hankyung glares at Siwon.
"I've never thought of you as... that."
"You're inside me, Siwon. At this time of the night. On God-knows-whose bed. What else am I but another fuck?"
Siwon falls silent.
"So what am I now, an exotic Chinese hooker? Or a replacement for some girl?", Hankyung thrusts against Siwon as he spits those words, drawing a stifled groan from the younger man.
"What do you want us to be?", Siwon finally asks.
"Why don't you tell me, you fucking son-of-a-bitch? You fucking raped me! I...."
Siwon silences Hankyung with a kiss and the first tearless night for them both.
And for the first time in months now they wake up to each other in the morning.
"Finally?"
"You two are so fucking obvious."
"I'm not deaf, you know."
"So you'll keep your activities to your own bed now?"
You thought they'd be more interested - surprised even when the two announce their new status as lovers.
But the rest of the family seems more preoccupied with breakfast, the newspapers... anything else but them.
And Siwon realizes how much of an idiot he has been.
His hand clasps tighter around Hankyung's as the other turns to give him the first genuine smile he's seen in months.
He almost leans in for a kiss, only to be hit on the head by a flying magazine.
"Get a room! You two!"
This, could be the start of something good.
So there's a lot to iron out between them, too many things left unsaid and undone.
Siwon feels the need to make up for his terrible behavior in the last few months.
And somehow,
Siwon now feels like more of a man and less of a jerk to give them the happy ending Hankyung so richly deserves.
Author: craiglockdhart
Pairings: Sihan
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Make Love Not Fuck.
Summary: Overused plot once again by an author who's a sucker for happy endings.
Disclaimer: Once again, newbie who owns Hankyung and Siwon only in her wildest dreams
This is a poor sequel to Lies (here), created only because I need a happy ending for myself.
Hankyung and Siwon by now are so used to their lifestyle it almost comes as a norm for them.
Meet. Find an empty room. Fuck. Someone gets up to go depending on whose bed it is. Repeat cycle.
Nobody needs to know, or find out what exactly the originally close pair has been up to.
Nobody seems to notice Hankyung's penchant for collared long-sleeve shirts even in the heat of summer.
Nobody notices the flash of green in Siwon's eyes every time someone so much as gets close to Hankyung.
Nobody hears the strangled moans of Hankyung and an unusually violent Siwon at night whenever that happens.
Hankyung always prided himself on being one of the best drinkers in the group.
Siwon, however, was a different story altogether. They would often laugh as the tallest man was the first one knocked out cold by a couple of vodka shots and some unfortunate sober soul would be the one tasked with the blubbering, half-asleep man.
Tonight, Hankyung was the unfortunate sober soul since the only other two capable of lifting the chunk of muscle were similarly gone for good.
"What is up with these Koreans and their tendency to bite off more than they can chew?", he says this aloud in Chinese now since nobody is awake enough to hear.
He laughs at the irony of his statement.
Biting off more than they can chew?
Seems like the Chinese aren't too bad at that themselves.
He is tempted to leave Siwon there with the rest, sprawled all over the couch.
But Hankyung picks up the man he loves anyway, and with a resigned sigh drags him in the direction of his room.
Hankyung thinks he'll spend the night watching Siwon sleep, tracing his perfect features with his fingers.
Feeling his soft, alcohol tinged breath and his beautiful smile. Hankyung might secretly kiss that smile over and over.
But only when Siwon's eyes are closed and when he doesn't know.
Siwon wakes up with a headache like no other the next morning.
He scoffs at his own pitiable tolerance for alcohol - even worse than the baby of the family, Henry.
Next to him, Hankyung's eyes are shut, his dark eye rings making him look more weary than usual.
Siwon feels the weight on his left arm and his fluffy black hair.
Even with toussled hair and a perpetual frown on his sleeping visage the man is a work of art.
Slowly Siwon runs his fingers over Hankyung's face, eliciting a disgruntled moan.
His heart aches. Not with lust now but longing... And dare he say it.... love?
"Fuck, Hyung. I love you. You know that?", Siwon whispers, barely audible, "So fucking much."
Siwon misses the flutter of Hankyung's eyelids and the singular tear that runs down the corner of his eye as he gets up to go.
"If you love me, why don't you let me know?"
So the next time they take to the sheets again Hankyung is different.
Siwon realizes that the Chinese man no longer lays there like a broken rag doll, biting his lower lip to silence himself.
Hankyung seems more active, urgent, vocal - Determined to do his part for once.
"You're different today.", Siwon says, more as a statement than a question, still embedded deeply in Hankyung.
"So you finally see fit to speak to me while using me as your convenient whore.", Hankyung glares at Siwon.
"I've never thought of you as... that."
"You're inside me, Siwon. At this time of the night. On God-knows-whose bed. What else am I but another fuck?"
Siwon falls silent.
"So what am I now, an exotic Chinese hooker? Or a replacement for some girl?", Hankyung thrusts against Siwon as he spits those words, drawing a stifled groan from the younger man.
"What do you want us to be?", Siwon finally asks.
"Why don't you tell me, you fucking son-of-a-bitch? You fucking raped me! I...."
Siwon silences Hankyung with a kiss and the first tearless night for them both.
And for the first time in months now they wake up to each other in the morning.
"Finally?"
"You two are so fucking obvious."
"I'm not deaf, you know."
"So you'll keep your activities to your own bed now?"
You thought they'd be more interested - surprised even when the two announce their new status as lovers.
But the rest of the family seems more preoccupied with breakfast, the newspapers... anything else but them.
And Siwon realizes how much of an idiot he has been.
His hand clasps tighter around Hankyung's as the other turns to give him the first genuine smile he's seen in months.
He almost leans in for a kiss, only to be hit on the head by a flying magazine.
"Get a room! You two!"
This, could be the start of something good.
So there's a lot to iron out between them, too many things left unsaid and undone.
Siwon feels the need to make up for his terrible behavior in the last few months.
And somehow,
Siwon now feels like more of a man and less of a jerk to give them the happy ending Hankyung so richly deserves.