SuJu 100 fics: 100. Regrets, Kihae
Author: Risabet
Title: 100. Regrets, Kihae
Rating: PG-13, semi-smut-ish (kind of), humour
Disclaimer: I am in no way related to these people, only the story is mine.
Summary: Kibum makes a bet and a choice, both of which he'll come to regret later on
Fic count: 13/100
Archive.
For dear_whimsy because she made me do it. ILU <3
Heechul was feeling almost overly pleased behind the buzz of the alcohol numbing the sharpest edge of his senses. The night so far had been a marvelous success by anyone's standards. Really, it had been so good that it made worth all the assuring, nagging and threatening he had had to go through to get his remarkably boring and vastly unexciting band mates convinced of February 9th being the International Soju Day and so what if it wasn't? That was an insignificant minor detail when you looked at the big picture, which contained an extremely drunk Yesung (Heechul felt proud at that), leaning against the wall next to an open bathroom door which offered a view of Sungmin and Eunhyuk giggling hysterically and making faces at their own reflection in the mirror. Kangin was lying on the living room carpet in front of Heechul and smiling at Shiwon who was talking in something that might have been Chinese, but sadly, there was no way to confirm this as Hankyung was absent, kidnapped by the stupid manager along with Shindong, Kyuhyun and Ryeowook and wouldn't it have been beautiful for the eternal magnae to be there at this moment, Heechul thought to himself glumly, the edges of his mouth curling down until his eyes found the remaining two members, trying to make a discreet exit but failing horribly. This was too good, really, Heechul thought, feeling tingly all over with excitement. All hail the International Soju Day, because this if something was too good to be true.
Kibum had barely managed to pull the door closed behind himself and Donghae and begin a very reasonable "So hyung, what did you want to show me?" when suddenly there were hands everywhere, hands and tongue and Donghae and oh, that felt good and-
"Hyung, no. No, no, no. No, Donghae, stop!" Kibum was flustered, startled and quite possibly more turned on than ever before in his entire life, but even the previous heavy drinking couldn't snuff out the feeling that this was wrong, even though this was right, but it was still something he knew he shouldn't have been doing in the first place, he wasn't exactly sure why, but he knew and that was what mattered, right? Donghae, however, was a hard one to convince.
"Why, Kibummie?" Soft arms encircled Kibum's waist, hands slipping under the wrinkled t-shirt along the way.
"Why would you want me to stop?" Kibum could feel a pair of lips pressing against his neck, tracing his pulse. He swallowed lightly and tried to pull himself back together.
"Because..." The hands traveled lower, tracing his sides on their way and the lips moved up and oh hell, that reason must have been a real stupid one to begin with anyway, he decided, and kissed Donghae right back. He'd worry about it tomorrow. Next year. Whenever, not now. Definitely not now when he was being pushed down onto the bed, not his, not Donghae's, but it wasn't like he hadn't walked into his own room countless of times only to discover two or more of his hyungs doing things he would have by far preferred not to involve his bed.
"I did think," Donghae breathed, grinding his hips against Kibum's, drawing quiet whimpers from the younger boy, "that you seemed somehow deprived, sitting there all alone." Kibum pushed his own hand between their bodies as an answer, fabric getting grasped tightly only to be tugged aside, skin pressing against skin, warmth tracing patterns that read I love you, I want you, I love you, over and over again and there was nothing but this, nothing but Donghae and fingerprints on his skin and warmth turning into heat.
"Deprived, deprived of what, hyung?"
"Deprived of sex." Kibum froze at the words, a distant bell ringing at the back of his mind. Deprived of...
"Get out of here, Kibum. You so couldn't."
"I could, too."
"What could he do?" Sungmin had asked, curious, his gaze darting between Kibum and Heechul.
"Go without skinship for longer than two days."
"Oh." Sungmin had pondered this for a moment.
"You know, hyung, I think he really could." Heechul had smirked ominously.
"Wanna bet, Kibummie?"
"But Donghae," Kibum gasped, "Donghae, deprived of sex, that's the point, I-" And suddenly his worst fears came true as the door was slammed wide open.
"A-HA, so you've lost, Kibum! You perverted kid, you!" Heechul was standing there, looking quite possibly happier than ever. Donghae stared at him, then at Kibum, who still had one hand inside Donghae's pants.
"Kim Kibum, I hereby order you to sport a mustache during the first Super Show!"
"What?" Donghae's eyes would pop right out soon, Kibum was sure of it.
"Hyung, no, Heechul, isn't that a little-"
"And a beard, too, for trying to disobey me like that!" Heechul danced out of the room, singing something that sounded suspiciously like "Happy Soju Day!" Donghae still couldn't stop staring.
"...What?" Kibum groaned miserably.
*
"I'm really sorry, Kibummie."
"It's okay, hyung."
"I mean, if I had known I would have never..."
"Donghae, really, it's okay. It wasn't your fault."
"It doesn't look half bad, you know."
"Thank you."
"I can ask Teukie to tell Kangin to stop laughing if you like."
"It's okay, hyung."
"No it's not. But I know a way to make it a lot better. I mean, in case you're interested."
"I'm open to suggestions."
"That's the spirit! At least it can't get any worse than it already is!"
Sigh.
"Thank you, hyung."
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Notes: This sucks so very much and on so many levels, but I've been having a massive writer's block -__- This is the closest to smut I've ever come to writing and oh yay if I'm bad at it o/
So basically Victoria was extremely right upon getting the heebie jeebies after seeing Kibum's new look at the Super Show, Now With Inappropriate Facial Hair (I am _not_ going to look for those pictures again). Cracktastic comments ensued. Whimsy, ILU and I'm sorry for sucking! ;___;
Title: 100. Regrets, Kihae
Rating: PG-13, semi-smut-ish (kind of), humour
Disclaimer: I am in no way related to these people, only the story is mine.
Summary: Kibum makes a bet and a choice, both of which he'll come to regret later on
Fic count: 13/100
Archive.
For dear_whimsy because she made me do it. ILU <3
Heechul was feeling almost overly pleased behind the buzz of the alcohol numbing the sharpest edge of his senses. The night so far had been a marvelous success by anyone's standards. Really, it had been so good that it made worth all the assuring, nagging and threatening he had had to go through to get his remarkably boring and vastly unexciting band mates convinced of February 9th being the International Soju Day and so what if it wasn't? That was an insignificant minor detail when you looked at the big picture, which contained an extremely drunk Yesung (Heechul felt proud at that), leaning against the wall next to an open bathroom door which offered a view of Sungmin and Eunhyuk giggling hysterically and making faces at their own reflection in the mirror. Kangin was lying on the living room carpet in front of Heechul and smiling at Shiwon who was talking in something that might have been Chinese, but sadly, there was no way to confirm this as Hankyung was absent, kidnapped by the stupid manager along with Shindong, Kyuhyun and Ryeowook and wouldn't it have been beautiful for the eternal magnae to be there at this moment, Heechul thought to himself glumly, the edges of his mouth curling down until his eyes found the remaining two members, trying to make a discreet exit but failing horribly. This was too good, really, Heechul thought, feeling tingly all over with excitement. All hail the International Soju Day, because this if something was too good to be true.
Kibum had barely managed to pull the door closed behind himself and Donghae and begin a very reasonable "So hyung, what did you want to show me?" when suddenly there were hands everywhere, hands and tongue and Donghae and oh, that felt good and-
"Hyung, no. No, no, no. No, Donghae, stop!" Kibum was flustered, startled and quite possibly more turned on than ever before in his entire life, but even the previous heavy drinking couldn't snuff out the feeling that this was wrong, even though this was right, but it was still something he knew he shouldn't have been doing in the first place, he wasn't exactly sure why, but he knew and that was what mattered, right? Donghae, however, was a hard one to convince.
"Why, Kibummie?" Soft arms encircled Kibum's waist, hands slipping under the wrinkled t-shirt along the way.
"Why would you want me to stop?" Kibum could feel a pair of lips pressing against his neck, tracing his pulse. He swallowed lightly and tried to pull himself back together.
"Because..." The hands traveled lower, tracing his sides on their way and the lips moved up and oh hell, that reason must have been a real stupid one to begin with anyway, he decided, and kissed Donghae right back. He'd worry about it tomorrow. Next year. Whenever, not now. Definitely not now when he was being pushed down onto the bed, not his, not Donghae's, but it wasn't like he hadn't walked into his own room countless of times only to discover two or more of his hyungs doing things he would have by far preferred not to involve his bed.
"I did think," Donghae breathed, grinding his hips against Kibum's, drawing quiet whimpers from the younger boy, "that you seemed somehow deprived, sitting there all alone." Kibum pushed his own hand between their bodies as an answer, fabric getting grasped tightly only to be tugged aside, skin pressing against skin, warmth tracing patterns that read I love you, I want you, I love you, over and over again and there was nothing but this, nothing but Donghae and fingerprints on his skin and warmth turning into heat.
"Deprived, deprived of what, hyung?"
"Deprived of sex." Kibum froze at the words, a distant bell ringing at the back of his mind. Deprived of...
"Get out of here, Kibum. You so couldn't."
"I could, too."
"What could he do?" Sungmin had asked, curious, his gaze darting between Kibum and Heechul.
"Go without skinship for longer than two days."
"Oh." Sungmin had pondered this for a moment.
"You know, hyung, I think he really could." Heechul had smirked ominously.
"Wanna bet, Kibummie?"
"But Donghae," Kibum gasped, "Donghae, deprived of sex, that's the point, I-" And suddenly his worst fears came true as the door was slammed wide open.
"A-HA, so you've lost, Kibum! You perverted kid, you!" Heechul was standing there, looking quite possibly happier than ever. Donghae stared at him, then at Kibum, who still had one hand inside Donghae's pants.
"Kim Kibum, I hereby order you to sport a mustache during the first Super Show!"
"What?" Donghae's eyes would pop right out soon, Kibum was sure of it.
"Hyung, no, Heechul, isn't that a little-"
"And a beard, too, for trying to disobey me like that!" Heechul danced out of the room, singing something that sounded suspiciously like "Happy Soju Day!" Donghae still couldn't stop staring.
"...What?" Kibum groaned miserably.
*
"I'm really sorry, Kibummie."
"It's okay, hyung."
"I mean, if I had known I would have never..."
"Donghae, really, it's okay. It wasn't your fault."
"It doesn't look half bad, you know."
"Thank you."
"I can ask Teukie to tell Kangin to stop laughing if you like."
"It's okay, hyung."
"No it's not. But I know a way to make it a lot better. I mean, in case you're interested."
"I'm open to suggestions."
"That's the spirit! At least it can't get any worse than it already is!"
Sigh.
"Thank you, hyung."
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Notes: This sucks so very much and on so many levels, but I've been having a massive writer's block -__- This is the closest to smut I've ever come to writing and oh yay if I'm bad at it o/
So basically Victoria was extremely right upon getting the heebie jeebies after seeing Kibum's new look at the Super Show, Now With Inappropriate Facial Hair (I am _not_ going to look for those pictures again). Cracktastic comments ensued. Whimsy, ILU and I'm sorry for sucking! ;___;