Gentleman's Bond
GENTLEMAN'S BOND;; R
kind of but not rly AU, non-sensical one-shot, same ole same ole
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She is holy.
No one knows this, but up until Sooyoung was nine, she had imagined herself to grow up and be a nun. She had sworn it to herself and her invisible best friend, Amy, that they were to scour the world and plant their good deeds in the soil, help all those who needed to be helped, and become the second Mother Theresa, naturally. Sooyoung thinks about these pipe dreams, eleven years later, curled in the expensive bed sheets where she is warm and can't be bothered to get out of bed.
Siwon brings her back to reality as he slips on out of the other side of the king sized bed, miles away and Sooyoung can't help but stare at his exposed back, before he briskly stands up and dresses himself without looking back at her own naked self. She doesn't mean to but her eyes follow him even as he disappears for a good minute into the closet and reappears with black slacks on and a crisp, white unbuttoned shirt, quickly dashing around the room trying to gather his necessities, a cellphone on the table, keys on the floor, wallet under the bed.
She wonders if she should get up and help him, but she's so plush comfortable in the bed and his face is stoic so she pulls the covers over herself even more, waiting for him to acknowledge her. It's only when he reaches the doorknob that he turns back to face her, strict.
"I'm going to church. You coming?" Sooyoung shakes her head, wondering if he is going to force her to go, but he doesn't press her any further, instead finishing buttoning up his shirt, the last of his bare skin slowly coming to a close. She waits for him to walk back to her, press his lips harshly against hers before leaving but it never happens and a cold waft shudders upon her when he opens the door to leave.
"You can stay here until eleven. But Zhoumi's coming over to stay for the week since there's no room at the dorm so don't let him see you." he says, slamming the door shut, leaving her as cold as ever.
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Rules: There's this rule that all nuns must abide to - love is completely forbidden. Nuns are to devote themselves to their faith and faith only, and any other temptations are regarded as sinning, which is entirely unlawful.
You're worthless. He tells her.
"You're worthless." Siwon pushes her into a closet backstage, dry tongue having its way down her leg, coarsely making unconstitutional patterns on the brim of her knees, scooping up glitter from the make-up applied.
"Careful with the make-up," she cows out, regrets it later when he shoves her head down, unzips his pants, staring at the ceiling licking his lips with extreme pleasure.
Tell me you love me.
He never tells her he loves her, because he doesn't. He slaps her ass roughly on his way out, patting his pockets for a stress-relieving cigarette.
"Oh yeah, Stella's flying in tomorrow. She wants to have dinner with both of us. Dress nice."
She orders the salad because Stella only orders a side of soup and a glass of iced lemon water. Siwon looks at Stella approvingly, dimples exuding, and Sooyoung looks at his plate of succulent cooked steak with envy. Her stomach rumbles when Stella leans over, pouting and Siwon feeds her the fresh meat, so sweet it drips onto the tablecloth.
In between bites of Siwon's food and light stolen kisses when they think no one's looking, Stella squeezes her best friend's hand, bright and joyful, barely taking sips of her soup.
"It's not fair that I'm all away on the other side of the world studying and my best friend and boyfriend get to see each other everyday. You guys are so lucky."
Sooyoung chews on the same piece of lettuce for what seems like an eternity, only spitting it out when Stella leans over, emaciated arm jabbing out, cooing in Siwon's nape,
"I love you, baby."
Stella insists that Sooyoung leave with them in Siwon's flashy and luxurious white benz, so she's solemnly in the back while the other two sit in the front, blissful and never not holding hands.
They sit in the living room, drinking endless amounts of wine, playing meaningless boardgames, Stella keeping the mood vibrant with her incessecant chanting.
"You have to sleep over and stay!" Stella whines and begs when Sooyoung gets up to head back to her dorm, and she bites her bottom lip, waiting for Siwon to excuse her out of her misery; but he does the opposite, teeth white and wide, insisting he'll drop her off in the morning.
"I'll get the clean sheets for the sofa," he claims, but Stella tells him it's unnecessary and that they should all sleep in his bed, cuddle for warmth in this cold winter weather.
Stella gets down to her skivvies and Siwon's in his boxers, exchanging a glance with Sooyoung when Stella's none the wiser. Sooyoung quietly mentions she doesn't have any clothes.
"You're being silly," Stella quips, opening one of Siwon's drawers and handing Sooyoung over a shirt. Sooyoung puts it on, her favorite shirt; ragged with holes, thin and stretched out from overwearing, and it has that strong scent of Siwon's that always puts her hormones into overdrive.
They climb into the bed, Stella in the middle, hands intertwined with Sooyoung, spooning Siwon on her other side. Sooyoung turns her body toward the window, inching as close to the edge of the bed as she can without falling off. The bed reeks of their forbidden escapades and she can only pray that Stella doesn't get the urge to open the nighstand drawers and see Siwon's condoms or Sooyoung's birth control pills piled in it.
When she wakes up in the morning, Siwon's in the shower and there's an extra heavy fur blanket on top of her. She looks at Stella, wondering if she should wake her up and ask if she put it on, but she gets greater satisfication in dreaming that Siwon did it.
They go to church, sitting in the pew like three good grown up children, and Stella links Sooyoung's hands with hers yet again and then she does the same with Siwon, placing them into her lap. It takes every bite of Sooyoung's conscience to not lean a little and touch Siwon's fingers with her own.
They drop Stella off at the airport soon after, her tears wistful and longing.
"Promise me you'll take care of each other." Siwon nods, embracing her and she gives Sooyoung one last squeeze before whisking off, back to the land where no one can watch them.
"You know how why I keep you around, Sooyoung?"
Because you love me.
He traces a finger down her jutting hipbone, resting his hand on the greying bruise on her pale thigh he awarded her months ago.
"Why?" she murmurs, leaning in close, swallowed in his enormous bed, wanting nothing more than his romantic acknowledgment and skin-crawling touches.
"Because you are the best lay I ever had. Stella never compares." And he smiles with those inescapable dimples she loves, rustling around in that big bed that Stella had been with them only a day before, wrapping his legs around Sooyoung's, pressing himself against her, waiting for her to lose the game and say no.
She never does.
It's the biggest sin of them all.
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kind of but not rly AU, non-sensical one-shot, same ole same ole
-----
She is holy.
No one knows this, but up until Sooyoung was nine, she had imagined herself to grow up and be a nun. She had sworn it to herself and her invisible best friend, Amy, that they were to scour the world and plant their good deeds in the soil, help all those who needed to be helped, and become the second Mother Theresa, naturally. Sooyoung thinks about these pipe dreams, eleven years later, curled in the expensive bed sheets where she is warm and can't be bothered to get out of bed.
Siwon brings her back to reality as he slips on out of the other side of the king sized bed, miles away and Sooyoung can't help but stare at his exposed back, before he briskly stands up and dresses himself without looking back at her own naked self. She doesn't mean to but her eyes follow him even as he disappears for a good minute into the closet and reappears with black slacks on and a crisp, white unbuttoned shirt, quickly dashing around the room trying to gather his necessities, a cellphone on the table, keys on the floor, wallet under the bed.
She wonders if she should get up and help him, but she's so plush comfortable in the bed and his face is stoic so she pulls the covers over herself even more, waiting for him to acknowledge her. It's only when he reaches the doorknob that he turns back to face her, strict.
"I'm going to church. You coming?" Sooyoung shakes her head, wondering if he is going to force her to go, but he doesn't press her any further, instead finishing buttoning up his shirt, the last of his bare skin slowly coming to a close. She waits for him to walk back to her, press his lips harshly against hers before leaving but it never happens and a cold waft shudders upon her when he opens the door to leave.
"You can stay here until eleven. But Zhoumi's coming over to stay for the week since there's no room at the dorm so don't let him see you." he says, slamming the door shut, leaving her as cold as ever.
~
Rules: There's this rule that all nuns must abide to - love is completely forbidden. Nuns are to devote themselves to their faith and faith only, and any other temptations are regarded as sinning, which is entirely unlawful.
You're worthless. He tells her.
"You're worthless." Siwon pushes her into a closet backstage, dry tongue having its way down her leg, coarsely making unconstitutional patterns on the brim of her knees, scooping up glitter from the make-up applied.
"Careful with the make-up," she cows out, regrets it later when he shoves her head down, unzips his pants, staring at the ceiling licking his lips with extreme pleasure.
Tell me you love me.
He never tells her he loves her, because he doesn't. He slaps her ass roughly on his way out, patting his pockets for a stress-relieving cigarette.
"Oh yeah, Stella's flying in tomorrow. She wants to have dinner with both of us. Dress nice."
She orders the salad because Stella only orders a side of soup and a glass of iced lemon water. Siwon looks at Stella approvingly, dimples exuding, and Sooyoung looks at his plate of succulent cooked steak with envy. Her stomach rumbles when Stella leans over, pouting and Siwon feeds her the fresh meat, so sweet it drips onto the tablecloth.
In between bites of Siwon's food and light stolen kisses when they think no one's looking, Stella squeezes her best friend's hand, bright and joyful, barely taking sips of her soup.
"It's not fair that I'm all away on the other side of the world studying and my best friend and boyfriend get to see each other everyday. You guys are so lucky."
Sooyoung chews on the same piece of lettuce for what seems like an eternity, only spitting it out when Stella leans over, emaciated arm jabbing out, cooing in Siwon's nape,
"I love you, baby."
Stella insists that Sooyoung leave with them in Siwon's flashy and luxurious white benz, so she's solemnly in the back while the other two sit in the front, blissful and never not holding hands.
They sit in the living room, drinking endless amounts of wine, playing meaningless boardgames, Stella keeping the mood vibrant with her incessecant chanting.
"You have to sleep over and stay!" Stella whines and begs when Sooyoung gets up to head back to her dorm, and she bites her bottom lip, waiting for Siwon to excuse her out of her misery; but he does the opposite, teeth white and wide, insisting he'll drop her off in the morning.
"I'll get the clean sheets for the sofa," he claims, but Stella tells him it's unnecessary and that they should all sleep in his bed, cuddle for warmth in this cold winter weather.
Stella gets down to her skivvies and Siwon's in his boxers, exchanging a glance with Sooyoung when Stella's none the wiser. Sooyoung quietly mentions she doesn't have any clothes.
"You're being silly," Stella quips, opening one of Siwon's drawers and handing Sooyoung over a shirt. Sooyoung puts it on, her favorite shirt; ragged with holes, thin and stretched out from overwearing, and it has that strong scent of Siwon's that always puts her hormones into overdrive.
They climb into the bed, Stella in the middle, hands intertwined with Sooyoung, spooning Siwon on her other side. Sooyoung turns her body toward the window, inching as close to the edge of the bed as she can without falling off. The bed reeks of their forbidden escapades and she can only pray that Stella doesn't get the urge to open the nighstand drawers and see Siwon's condoms or Sooyoung's birth control pills piled in it.
When she wakes up in the morning, Siwon's in the shower and there's an extra heavy fur blanket on top of her. She looks at Stella, wondering if she should wake her up and ask if she put it on, but she gets greater satisfication in dreaming that Siwon did it.
They go to church, sitting in the pew like three good grown up children, and Stella links Sooyoung's hands with hers yet again and then she does the same with Siwon, placing them into her lap. It takes every bite of Sooyoung's conscience to not lean a little and touch Siwon's fingers with her own.
They drop Stella off at the airport soon after, her tears wistful and longing.
"Promise me you'll take care of each other." Siwon nods, embracing her and she gives Sooyoung one last squeeze before whisking off, back to the land where no one can watch them.
"You know how why I keep you around, Sooyoung?"
Because you love me.
He traces a finger down her jutting hipbone, resting his hand on the greying bruise on her pale thigh he awarded her months ago.
"Why?" she murmurs, leaning in close, swallowed in his enormous bed, wanting nothing more than his romantic acknowledgment and skin-crawling touches.
"Because you are the best lay I ever had. Stella never compares." And he smiles with those inescapable dimples she loves, rustling around in that big bed that Stella had been with them only a day before, wrapping his legs around Sooyoung's, pressing himself against her, waiting for her to lose the game and say no.
She never does.
It's the biggest sin of them all.
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