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sibum | 082 - evening | nc-17 | rape, smut, some bad words | romance | 2,551 words
siwon finds himself in the same car as kibum. don't take him as an idiot.
A soft rumble from outside Kibum’s car told him that an orchestra of thunder accompanied the currently falling around. Soft hues of purples, pinks and yellows mixed together outside his window, sloshed together by the rain on against his pane. A soft hum of the car’s engine kept him awake; the small bumps that made him jolt up from his seat, and the combination of Korean dialects that spurred outside the car. Seoul was always busy on any night, flashing lights, concerts, and plays or just daily shopping. Workaholics returning home from a busy day at work, people getting their last-minute groceries at convenience stores that lined the streets, which was convenient. His stomach rumbled - all he had for food was the things he had received from the set, and he was rashly thrown into the car back into his dorm for a few hours of sleep, only to return back to the set to shoot another few shoots of his new drama. Historical dramas - he hadn’t expected that just yet. A Tree with Deep Roots was interesting and a good jump back from the movie of last year, he guessed. The outfits were a little cheesy, he had to say, but they were traditional, right? That had to count for something.
The pounding beat and, “Hey, I’m Mr. Simple” invaded Kibum’s thoughts as the volume on the radio was turned up. He had heard the new song countless of times, had practically choked on his dinner when he saw some of the member’s teaser photos, and found himself humming along with it sometimes subconsciously. He could say that he actually enjoyed the song, it was extremely catchy and the dance was simple. Some of the members, especially Shindong, were looking much better now than they had been years before, and he enjoyed Eunhyuk’s bleach blond hair and how it invaded his eyes. All the members looked nice, stylish, and ubersexual as they called it. Siwon’s abs, the center of attention, always caught Kibum’s eye and he soothed his thoughts by thinking that all fans would follow the sexy streak down to his sculpted legs and disco ball that he was standing on. He smiled, admiring the flow of the picture, even though it was obvious that the center of attention was Siwon’s abs and boxer shorts. The prominent nipples, the bite of the finger, the matching socks and shoes were all signs of sexy that Kibum could only laugh at and wonder what he would have looked like had he not went over to the acting side.
Leeteuk’s voice rang through his ears, the rapping voice that Kibum was still not used to hearing. “Leeteuk wouldn’t have to rap had you stayed,” Donghae brought up during a recent phone call. “I don’t know why you or Hyukjae couldn’t have just rapped instead of him. His voice doesn’t match.” A sigh came from the other end. “Fans are already pissed that you didn’t keep up the promise that you made last year, Kibum-ah. Stop thinking about contracts and start thinking about old Kibum fans that moved over to Kyuhyun-ah or Yesung-Hyung.” Kibum’s ears followed the rest of the song, the different part for Kyuhyun and Yesung, his mind rolling through the lyrics. Yesung was getting fans? He hadn’t really heard of the turtle-loving-emotional-looking Hyung to actually get many fans. But he didn’t think he would be getting that many fans, either, thinking that Heechul-Hyung and Hankyung-Hyung (well, back when he was in Super Junior) got more fans than the side-rapper. Super Junior was kind of thrown onto him because of his killing smile and his rapping skills, and now followed him like a rock attached to him everywhere he went. The car’s radio was just one of those things, he could turn it on when driving to and from sets and hear the sharp voice of Kyuhyun, the powerful voice of Yesung’s new OST, the talkative voices of Eunhyuk and Leeteuk on Kiss the Radio. And it wasn’t just Suju - but also the new song of TVXQ, his old trainee and drinking buddies.
The song ended and Kibum eased back into his seat, sudden relief flushing on the raven-haired actor. His eyes brushed back to the window, following lost souls talking on their phones or watching things on other electronics, earphones stuffed in their ears and hands jammed in their pockets. Slow, steady steps were taking from those who were lucky enough to have an umbrella to keep over them, contrast to the rushed speed of those who only had a paper or a briefcase to keep their entire bodies warm. The car slowed down to a stop, Kibum guessed it was because of a traffic light. The radio eased out ZE:A, but Kibum’s attention was on the sidewalk, which he realized was far too close if they were on the street. Plus, the lights would have changed by now. He turned to the driver, a middle-aged man that had passed the auditions for SM but then was put down as a back-up dancer for SHINee. The man tapped his fingers on the steering wheel with the song, looking out the side window for who Kibum guessed they were waiting for. He pursed his lips, hating to loose such precious sleep time for someone that couldn’t rush enough to get to the damn car in time. Feet hitting sidewalk at a fast pace sounded through the car, and soon a door was being opened to the left of Kibum, forcing him to move over so that he wouldn’t get hit by any possible water. “Thanks,” the voice said, and the distaste of Kibum’s face was then replaced by utter confusion. “Siwon-Hyung?”
“Kibum-ah!” The tall, muscular elder entered the car, shrugging off his wet jacket and throwing it on the floor with his feet and his bag. Kibum realized then the paper in his hand, well the papers, and how desperately he had been holding it.
“You’re doing a new drama?” Kibum asked, knowing that it was really on him and Siwon that did dramas from Super Junior. They were the actors, yes? Siwon nodded, a smile on his face and a hum coming from those tightly-pressed lips that matched the song on the radio.
“Yeah, for Poseidon, another action one,” Siwon replied, flipping through page and page of Hangul and high-lighted parts. “And you’re in a historical drama, right? Yesung and Ryeowook are pretty excited to see you back in the dorm every week. Yesung-Hyung actually talks to the screen sometimes.”
Kibum laughed - believing Siwon one hundred percent. “And you certainly have the face for one,” Siwon added, running his thumb over Kibum’s moustache, “You looked so much better without it.” Kibum swatted the hand away, pressing his back onto the car seat. “But I like it when you do dramas - it’s the only time we can get you in the dorm.”
This deserved a slap, Kibum decided, and ran a hand over Siwon’s cheek. “I just become a bit busy with all the movies and dramas. If I had more time…” Siwon rolled his eyes, “You would have worked on Mr. Simple with us? Really Kibum, out of all the four we’ve lost, you’re the worst. Heechul-Hyung and Kangin-Hyung are in military service and Hankyung-Hyung is healthy in China. You, you’re just doing what you want to do and break promises in the end. You were always like that - trying to grow up, were you?”
“Where are you taking us, driver?” he asked, changing the subject. “No, tell me more. Scrutinize me more about my terrible attitude about Super Junior, please Siwon. I love hearing it from all the members.” Siwon sighed, running a hand through his dampened hair and turning back to Kibum. “Kibummie-ah, you know how much I hate saying all the bad things about you,” Siwon spoke, his voice faltering by the dark glare that his younger was giving him. They were born the same year - him, Ryeowook and Kibum - which made the trio very close realistically. He hated seeing Kibum mad at him, seeing as he was usually quiet and respectful towards him. There were no honorifics being used then.
“We’re headed to the Super Junior dorm as the manager suggested,” the backup dancer replied from the front seat. “Then I’m leaving!” Kibum grabbed his bag and coat, ready to open the door when a hand gripped his forearm, and with remarkable strength pulled him back into the car. “Why won’t you just come to the dorm? We aren’t going to eat you or anything,” Siwon said, but his tone made it sound more like an order. Teeth clenched and even more pressure being put down on the younger’s arm, a growl emitted from the back of Siwon’s throat. Scared shitless - Siwon didn’t usually act like that - he sat back down, his hand still protectively grasping the door’s handle. “I don’t want to go back there. I don’t care if they won’t eat me, they’ll still bite.”
“You don’t care about your friends anymore?” The taller male’s voice was barely a whisper, but their faces were that close by that point that it didn’t matter. “I do, it’s just I wouldn’t feel welcomed over there.” Siwon’s eyes narrowed, confused. “Driver, please park the car and get out.” Siwon’s head turned to the driver, who looked at him from the front mirror with a scowl on his face. “Sorry, I have to get you guys to the dorm so that you stay on schedule.” Siwon moved from Kibum, pressed up against his door to the front seat, his long fingers grasping the seat. “My father can and will sue you if you don’t do what I want you to do. Get out, now.” The harshness and the lawsuit was enough for the key to be taken out of the ignition and the dancer to run out into the rain.
He turned back to Kibum, shoving the bag and coat that were still held firmly in his grip to the front seat. It happed all too quickly for the actor. Siwon’s hands grabbed his sides, bruising his skin above his hips and making him scream out in pain. The singer grabbed the actor’s shirt and ripped it in half, brute strength beating fabric and taking the exposed skin and sucking on the nipple. Harshly his hands pushed the younger against the passenger seat, his legs behind the back seat and kicking the back window. Siwon stood in the middle of his open legs, and slipped off his black sweatpants, then the waistband of his boxers were pulled down, leaving Kibum’s cock to the sticky air of the car. Sweat came on Kibum’s brow and he swore lightly, trying to cover the thing between his legs, but his hand was taken away and Siwon’s tie was used as a rope to tie his hands around the passenger’s headrest. Siwon’s pants were hastily thrown off, and Kibum had barely any time to admire the largeness of it before it was stuffed into his ass crack.
Kibum’s scream filled the car and Siwon used one of Kibum’s socks to shut him up, making him gag on the roughness in his mouth. “This,” Siwon said, thrusting father into the actor, “Is for just showing your face for twelve seconds in our Sorry Sorry Music Videos and Photo-shoots.” Kibum let out another scream of pain, a coarse hum in the gag, tears growing in his eyes and lumps growing in his throat. “This,” Siwon repeated the action, hard against his dick without lube, “Is for not coming back for Bonamana because of that movie.” Kibum apologized through the gag, but the words came out obviously muffed. “This,” Siwon grunted, “Is for pretending to cry some days, and pretending not to feel things other days.” Tears slid down Kibum’s cheeks by the immense pain, feeling the odd presence inside of him and the rough attacks at his prostate. “This is for not breaking your promise to the ELFs and not coming back for Mr. Simple.”
“And this,” Siwon paused to stare at the pained face in front of him, before thrusting harder inside of him, Kibum’s back arching underneath the car’s lights and his body lightened up by sweat. “This is for bringing your member’s hopes up, only to bring them back down.” Kibum fell limp; his legs sliding off the position that Siwon had left them in, only to have the sock taken softly from his mouth. As he was about to swear, lips replaced the sock, kissing smoothly and gently, letting him calm down even if his heartbeat was slowly increasing. “That was for being such a good member when things got rough,” Siwon explained, brushing the curly hair from his face and smiling. He kissed him again, running his hands down to Kibum’s thighs and making small, soothing circles. “That was for being such a good actor and doing the best at everything you do.”
His lips left Kibum’s and he went to hum against the perspiring skin behind his ear, sucking up some of the sweat. “This,” Siwon said as his hand went down to Kibum’s ass to stroke it and stop any of the blood from his rectum, “Is for being such a good tease and even with all this, still staying the man I fell in love with before Super Junior.” Kibum’s hands were untied, and they spent forty minutes in the car, just holding each other and letting a few tears loose. When Kibum said he could stand, the two got dressed and went to the nearest restaurant to clean up in an available bathroom. Kibum’s pale, open ass was tempting perched on the counter to take the blood away, but he helped him come down, holding him marriage-style and bringing him back to the car.
“So, are we still going to the dorm?” the driver asked, scared shitless even if he had smoked at least thirteen cigarettes during Siwon and Kibum’s time in the car. Siwon turned to the driver and nodded.
“Just take us home.”
- -
Kibum at the Super Junior dorm was all excitement. Ryeowook appeared from the kitchen and hugged the life out of Kibum, smiling and talking to his ‘best friend in the world’. Yesung and Donghae were next, asking about the new drama and eventually, a crowd surrounded the two - Siwon supporting the still exhausted actor. Only Leeteuk, the true umma of Super Junior, noticed the tiredness in Kibum’s eyes. “I think they should just rest,” he suggested, nodding and smiling at the tallest member. Siwon smiled, walking past the people.
“Just take me to my old room,” Kibum managed, taking slow step by slow step as tiredness and pain ran through his muscles. “Can’t, Sungmin and Yesung turned it into an animal shelter last month and no one’s cleaned it up yet.” Siwon turned the doorknob, pushing through the door to his room. The actor was placed down on Siwon’s bed as the taller changed, taking a brief shower. He slipped into his bed, holding onto the actor and breathing in his familiar scent.
“Evening,” Kibum whispered, becoming familiar with the Siwon’s hold around his waist.
“Evening Kibummie-ah.”
Sleep never felt so sweet.
No, sleep never felt so right.
sibum | 082 - evening | nc-17 | rape, smut, some bad words | romance | 2,551 words
siwon finds himself in the same car as kibum. don't take him as an idiot.
A soft rumble from outside Kibum’s car told him that an orchestra of thunder accompanied the currently falling around. Soft hues of purples, pinks and yellows mixed together outside his window, sloshed together by the rain on against his pane. A soft hum of the car’s engine kept him awake; the small bumps that made him jolt up from his seat, and the combination of Korean dialects that spurred outside the car. Seoul was always busy on any night, flashing lights, concerts, and plays or just daily shopping. Workaholics returning home from a busy day at work, people getting their last-minute groceries at convenience stores that lined the streets, which was convenient. His stomach rumbled - all he had for food was the things he had received from the set, and he was rashly thrown into the car back into his dorm for a few hours of sleep, only to return back to the set to shoot another few shoots of his new drama. Historical dramas - he hadn’t expected that just yet. A Tree with Deep Roots was interesting and a good jump back from the movie of last year, he guessed. The outfits were a little cheesy, he had to say, but they were traditional, right? That had to count for something.
The pounding beat and, “Hey, I’m Mr. Simple” invaded Kibum’s thoughts as the volume on the radio was turned up. He had heard the new song countless of times, had practically choked on his dinner when he saw some of the member’s teaser photos, and found himself humming along with it sometimes subconsciously. He could say that he actually enjoyed the song, it was extremely catchy and the dance was simple. Some of the members, especially Shindong, were looking much better now than they had been years before, and he enjoyed Eunhyuk’s bleach blond hair and how it invaded his eyes. All the members looked nice, stylish, and ubersexual as they called it. Siwon’s abs, the center of attention, always caught Kibum’s eye and he soothed his thoughts by thinking that all fans would follow the sexy streak down to his sculpted legs and disco ball that he was standing on. He smiled, admiring the flow of the picture, even though it was obvious that the center of attention was Siwon’s abs and boxer shorts. The prominent nipples, the bite of the finger, the matching socks and shoes were all signs of sexy that Kibum could only laugh at and wonder what he would have looked like had he not went over to the acting side.
Leeteuk’s voice rang through his ears, the rapping voice that Kibum was still not used to hearing. “Leeteuk wouldn’t have to rap had you stayed,” Donghae brought up during a recent phone call. “I don’t know why you or Hyukjae couldn’t have just rapped instead of him. His voice doesn’t match.” A sigh came from the other end. “Fans are already pissed that you didn’t keep up the promise that you made last year, Kibum-ah. Stop thinking about contracts and start thinking about old Kibum fans that moved over to Kyuhyun-ah or Yesung-Hyung.” Kibum’s ears followed the rest of the song, the different part for Kyuhyun and Yesung, his mind rolling through the lyrics. Yesung was getting fans? He hadn’t really heard of the turtle-loving-emotional-looking Hyung to actually get many fans. But he didn’t think he would be getting that many fans, either, thinking that Heechul-Hyung and Hankyung-Hyung (well, back when he was in Super Junior) got more fans than the side-rapper. Super Junior was kind of thrown onto him because of his killing smile and his rapping skills, and now followed him like a rock attached to him everywhere he went. The car’s radio was just one of those things, he could turn it on when driving to and from sets and hear the sharp voice of Kyuhyun, the powerful voice of Yesung’s new OST, the talkative voices of Eunhyuk and Leeteuk on Kiss the Radio. And it wasn’t just Suju - but also the new song of TVXQ, his old trainee and drinking buddies.
The song ended and Kibum eased back into his seat, sudden relief flushing on the raven-haired actor. His eyes brushed back to the window, following lost souls talking on their phones or watching things on other electronics, earphones stuffed in their ears and hands jammed in their pockets. Slow, steady steps were taking from those who were lucky enough to have an umbrella to keep over them, contrast to the rushed speed of those who only had a paper or a briefcase to keep their entire bodies warm. The car slowed down to a stop, Kibum guessed it was because of a traffic light. The radio eased out ZE:A, but Kibum’s attention was on the sidewalk, which he realized was far too close if they were on the street. Plus, the lights would have changed by now. He turned to the driver, a middle-aged man that had passed the auditions for SM but then was put down as a back-up dancer for SHINee. The man tapped his fingers on the steering wheel with the song, looking out the side window for who Kibum guessed they were waiting for. He pursed his lips, hating to loose such precious sleep time for someone that couldn’t rush enough to get to the damn car in time. Feet hitting sidewalk at a fast pace sounded through the car, and soon a door was being opened to the left of Kibum, forcing him to move over so that he wouldn’t get hit by any possible water. “Thanks,” the voice said, and the distaste of Kibum’s face was then replaced by utter confusion. “Siwon-Hyung?”
“Kibum-ah!” The tall, muscular elder entered the car, shrugging off his wet jacket and throwing it on the floor with his feet and his bag. Kibum realized then the paper in his hand, well the papers, and how desperately he had been holding it.
“You’re doing a new drama?” Kibum asked, knowing that it was really on him and Siwon that did dramas from Super Junior. They were the actors, yes? Siwon nodded, a smile on his face and a hum coming from those tightly-pressed lips that matched the song on the radio.
“Yeah, for Poseidon, another action one,” Siwon replied, flipping through page and page of Hangul and high-lighted parts. “And you’re in a historical drama, right? Yesung and Ryeowook are pretty excited to see you back in the dorm every week. Yesung-Hyung actually talks to the screen sometimes.”
Kibum laughed - believing Siwon one hundred percent. “And you certainly have the face for one,” Siwon added, running his thumb over Kibum’s moustache, “You looked so much better without it.” Kibum swatted the hand away, pressing his back onto the car seat. “But I like it when you do dramas - it’s the only time we can get you in the dorm.”
This deserved a slap, Kibum decided, and ran a hand over Siwon’s cheek. “I just become a bit busy with all the movies and dramas. If I had more time…” Siwon rolled his eyes, “You would have worked on Mr. Simple with us? Really Kibum, out of all the four we’ve lost, you’re the worst. Heechul-Hyung and Kangin-Hyung are in military service and Hankyung-Hyung is healthy in China. You, you’re just doing what you want to do and break promises in the end. You were always like that - trying to grow up, were you?”
“Where are you taking us, driver?” he asked, changing the subject. “No, tell me more. Scrutinize me more about my terrible attitude about Super Junior, please Siwon. I love hearing it from all the members.” Siwon sighed, running a hand through his dampened hair and turning back to Kibum. “Kibummie-ah, you know how much I hate saying all the bad things about you,” Siwon spoke, his voice faltering by the dark glare that his younger was giving him. They were born the same year - him, Ryeowook and Kibum - which made the trio very close realistically. He hated seeing Kibum mad at him, seeing as he was usually quiet and respectful towards him. There were no honorifics being used then.
“We’re headed to the Super Junior dorm as the manager suggested,” the backup dancer replied from the front seat. “Then I’m leaving!” Kibum grabbed his bag and coat, ready to open the door when a hand gripped his forearm, and with remarkable strength pulled him back into the car. “Why won’t you just come to the dorm? We aren’t going to eat you or anything,” Siwon said, but his tone made it sound more like an order. Teeth clenched and even more pressure being put down on the younger’s arm, a growl emitted from the back of Siwon’s throat. Scared shitless - Siwon didn’t usually act like that - he sat back down, his hand still protectively grasping the door’s handle. “I don’t want to go back there. I don’t care if they won’t eat me, they’ll still bite.”
“You don’t care about your friends anymore?” The taller male’s voice was barely a whisper, but their faces were that close by that point that it didn’t matter. “I do, it’s just I wouldn’t feel welcomed over there.” Siwon’s eyes narrowed, confused. “Driver, please park the car and get out.” Siwon’s head turned to the driver, who looked at him from the front mirror with a scowl on his face. “Sorry, I have to get you guys to the dorm so that you stay on schedule.” Siwon moved from Kibum, pressed up against his door to the front seat, his long fingers grasping the seat. “My father can and will sue you if you don’t do what I want you to do. Get out, now.” The harshness and the lawsuit was enough for the key to be taken out of the ignition and the dancer to run out into the rain.
He turned back to Kibum, shoving the bag and coat that were still held firmly in his grip to the front seat. It happed all too quickly for the actor. Siwon’s hands grabbed his sides, bruising his skin above his hips and making him scream out in pain. The singer grabbed the actor’s shirt and ripped it in half, brute strength beating fabric and taking the exposed skin and sucking on the nipple. Harshly his hands pushed the younger against the passenger seat, his legs behind the back seat and kicking the back window. Siwon stood in the middle of his open legs, and slipped off his black sweatpants, then the waistband of his boxers were pulled down, leaving Kibum’s cock to the sticky air of the car. Sweat came on Kibum’s brow and he swore lightly, trying to cover the thing between his legs, but his hand was taken away and Siwon’s tie was used as a rope to tie his hands around the passenger’s headrest. Siwon’s pants were hastily thrown off, and Kibum had barely any time to admire the largeness of it before it was stuffed into his ass crack.
Kibum’s scream filled the car and Siwon used one of Kibum’s socks to shut him up, making him gag on the roughness in his mouth. “This,” Siwon said, thrusting father into the actor, “Is for just showing your face for twelve seconds in our Sorry Sorry Music Videos and Photo-shoots.” Kibum let out another scream of pain, a coarse hum in the gag, tears growing in his eyes and lumps growing in his throat. “This,” Siwon repeated the action, hard against his dick without lube, “Is for not coming back for Bonamana because of that movie.” Kibum apologized through the gag, but the words came out obviously muffed. “This,” Siwon grunted, “Is for pretending to cry some days, and pretending not to feel things other days.” Tears slid down Kibum’s cheeks by the immense pain, feeling the odd presence inside of him and the rough attacks at his prostate. “This is for not breaking your promise to the ELFs and not coming back for Mr. Simple.”
“And this,” Siwon paused to stare at the pained face in front of him, before thrusting harder inside of him, Kibum’s back arching underneath the car’s lights and his body lightened up by sweat. “This is for bringing your member’s hopes up, only to bring them back down.” Kibum fell limp; his legs sliding off the position that Siwon had left them in, only to have the sock taken softly from his mouth. As he was about to swear, lips replaced the sock, kissing smoothly and gently, letting him calm down even if his heartbeat was slowly increasing. “That was for being such a good member when things got rough,” Siwon explained, brushing the curly hair from his face and smiling. He kissed him again, running his hands down to Kibum’s thighs and making small, soothing circles. “That was for being such a good actor and doing the best at everything you do.”
His lips left Kibum’s and he went to hum against the perspiring skin behind his ear, sucking up some of the sweat. “This,” Siwon said as his hand went down to Kibum’s ass to stroke it and stop any of the blood from his rectum, “Is for being such a good tease and even with all this, still staying the man I fell in love with before Super Junior.” Kibum’s hands were untied, and they spent forty minutes in the car, just holding each other and letting a few tears loose. When Kibum said he could stand, the two got dressed and went to the nearest restaurant to clean up in an available bathroom. Kibum’s pale, open ass was tempting perched on the counter to take the blood away, but he helped him come down, holding him marriage-style and bringing him back to the car.
“So, are we still going to the dorm?” the driver asked, scared shitless even if he had smoked at least thirteen cigarettes during Siwon and Kibum’s time in the car. Siwon turned to the driver and nodded.
“Just take us home.”
- -
Kibum at the Super Junior dorm was all excitement. Ryeowook appeared from the kitchen and hugged the life out of Kibum, smiling and talking to his ‘best friend in the world’. Yesung and Donghae were next, asking about the new drama and eventually, a crowd surrounded the two - Siwon supporting the still exhausted actor. Only Leeteuk, the true umma of Super Junior, noticed the tiredness in Kibum’s eyes. “I think they should just rest,” he suggested, nodding and smiling at the tallest member. Siwon smiled, walking past the people.
“Just take me to my old room,” Kibum managed, taking slow step by slow step as tiredness and pain ran through his muscles. “Can’t, Sungmin and Yesung turned it into an animal shelter last month and no one’s cleaned it up yet.” Siwon turned the doorknob, pushing through the door to his room. The actor was placed down on Siwon’s bed as the taller changed, taking a brief shower. He slipped into his bed, holding onto the actor and breathing in his familiar scent.
“Evening,” Kibum whispered, becoming familiar with the Siwon’s hold around his waist.
“Evening Kibummie-ah.”
Sleep never felt so sweet.
No, sleep never felt so right.