SuJu 100 [034]
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Title: Those Memories
Theme: 034 Acceptance
Pairing: Hankyung/Kibum
Rating: PG
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Kibum tries hard not to stare at the Chinese boy. He doesn’t know why, but the boy draws his attention. Kibum’s not confused because it’s a boy, he rather likes that part. It’s because the boy doesn’t look that particularly special.
He’s not like Kangin hyung, that can make everyone laugh just by smiling. He’s not like Leeteuk hyung, always talking and negotiating. He’s not like Yesung hyung, with his black black hair and velvet voice. He’s not like Heechul, all… Heechul-like as he is.
Kibum hasn’t seen him do a thing except for walk to class, practice Korean.
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Kibum doesn’t even try to stop staring.
So this is why the Chinese boy came to Korea.
Kibum watches him slide from one room to another, watches his body twist and turn. The girls that begged him to dance for them are clapping and giggling and dying to the side, and Kibum can see why. He’s like water, fluid. Kibum has no idea what kind of dance it is, something traditional? But all of a sudden it’s his favorite dance.
Kibum turns to leave, regretful (he’s got his classes too), but as he turns, he meets the Chinese boy’s eyes as he jumps into the air, and the small smile the Chinese boy has on his lips is something he’s going to think about.
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The Chinese boy, his name is Hankyung, ducks his head to him. In Korea, everyone is his senior.
Kibum nods at him, smiles. “So… we’re going to be in a team together…”
Hankyung smiles back, nods, and Kibum wonders if he understands at all, before Hankyung is talking. “I’m very happy.”
Kibum is floored. His voice is soft and sweet, like a girl’s. Kibum likes it a lot. He wants to hear him sing, wants to laugh when he realizes that he’s going to be with this boy for at least the next five years.
But he doesn’t, he smiles back and nods, and Hankyung doesn’t say anything more as they walk side by side down the hall to meet up with the other team members.
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Everyone is laughing, talking, crying, hugging and touching, and Kibum thinks that someone is throwing up at the side too.
Kangin has Hankyung in a bear hug, and the Chinese boy is laughing and crying too. Kangin lets him to go hug Sungmin in the exact same way and Hankyung gets hugged by Siwon and Shindong and Donghae before he makes it over to Kibum.
Kibum grins at him, and Hankyung grins at him too, and when they hug, Kibum realizes that it’s the first time he’s hugged the other boy. Hankyung pulls away slightly, and his hair is sticking to his face, and Kibum brushes it away without thinking.
“We did it.” Hankyung’s voice is almost lost in the noise, but Kibum hears it clearly.
“We did it.” They stare for just a moment longer, and then the two are hugging again, and laughing, and it couldn’t be better.
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“Where’s Heechul?” Hankyung walks out of his room, yawning, rubbing his eyes. Kibum sits on the couch and reads and tries not to let his eyes linger on the space between Hankyung’s pants and shirt that he can see as Hankyung stretches.
“A radio show, then his drama, and then his radio show. He says make him some good food he can eat when he finally makes it home.” Kibum nods at him and focuses his eyes back on his book.
“Mmm…” Hankyung comes and falls on the couch next to him, and though he stares at the TV, Kibum knows he won’t be able to tell a thing that goes on for at least thirty minutes.
Kibum’s read the same line twice. He can’t think with Hankyung so close to him, the heat of his body drifting, and the smell that’s just Hankyung.
Kibum tries hard not to let Hankyung know that Kibum’s just about in love with him. It’s harder now, with only them and Heechul in the dorm. He discovered early on that when Hankyung feels comfortable around someone, he’s very open. He doesn’t think anything of it to call Kibum into the bathroom while he showers so he can babble on about some thought he’s had all of a sudden, or walking into Kibum’s room with nothing but his boxers on because he really wants to wear the shirt Kibum wore a few days ago. When he’s tired, he rests his head on Kibum’s lap and falls asleep. When he’s feeling homesick and Kibum’s practicing lines in his room, Hankyung comes in and crawls into his bed and hugs his pillow and watches him without a word. When he leaves, Kibum has to try and fall asleep with Hankyung’s scent all over his bed.
Kibum knows that he doesn’t mean anything by it though, and that hurts a little. Hankyung does the same things with Heechul, more even maybe, because Heechul dotes on him. Kibum doesn’t know how many times he’s walked into the kitchen and Heechul has his arms around Hankyung while Hankyung’s trying to cook, kissing his cheek or grinning at him or making him laugh about something.
It’s times like these that Kibum’s glad that no one expects him to talk much, because he wouldn’t know what to say.
Kibum sighs and gives his book up for lost, because he’s still reading that sentence he was reading before. When he puts the book down and looks over to see if Hankyung’s fully woken up yet, he’s startled because Hankyung’s watching him with a tiny smile on his face. When he realizes that Kibum is looking back, he just smiles and shrugs and turns back to the TV.
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“How long will you be gone?”
Hankyung shrugs, brushing his hair out of his face as he tries to fit more things into his suitcase. “Only ten days.” He smiles up at Kibum, and Kibum really likes the way his blond hair touches his neck. “Why, you miss me?”
Kibum nods. “I will…” He doesn’t want to pout, because Kibum doesn’t pout, but it’s hard not to.
Hankyung laughs, folds more shirts, then stands up. “I’ll be short, I’ll be back before you know.”
“Promise?” Kibum can hear the door open, and Heechul’s yelling out. I’m home and I bought a stray camera crew with me, prepare yourselves!
Hankyung’s smile is tiny. “Promise.”
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Hankyung’s home and Kibum’s happier then he’s been all week.
He’s sleeping on the couch, and Kibum sits on the floor beside him, resting his head on the space beside his stomach. Kibum wants to stare at his face, but he can’t because what if he wakes up all of a sudden? So he rests his head, listens to him breathe, and if Hankyung wakes up, he can just pretend to be asleep.
There’s a sound as Heechul walks past him. Kibum hears him snort. “Puppies. The both of them, lovesick puppies.” And then he’s gone.
Kibum wonders what he meant.
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Its weird seeing Hankyung with hair this short. Even when he first came to Korea, his hair was longer, shaggy.
Kibum doesn’t know if he likes it or not.
But Hankyung’s happy, touching his hair, touching his neck. “I can breathe. It’s not hot.” He grins at Kibum, pats the hair near his ears, and Kibum gives up. Hankyung can wear anything and Kibum would think he’s perfect.
“We’re moving dorms again, hyung.” Kibum announces, and Hankyung stops playing with his hair to look at him.
“Moving? With who?” Hankyung frowns, letting his hands drops.
“Us three and Siwon, Donghae, and Kangin hyung.”
Hankyung makes a little noise, turns away to move to the kitchen. “It’ll be fun.”
Kibum wonders if the disappointed tone he hears in Hankyung’s voice is real or not.
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Heechul pouts at the computer screen as he types on his homepage. “I don’t want to move, I like it here, thank you very much. Idiot manager hyung… I’m going to put wasabi on his rice at lunch.” He mutters some more, but it’s quiet, and Hankyung and Kibum grin at his rant.
Hankyung has his head in Kibum’s lap as they sit and watch TV, and Kibum can’t help but play with strands of his hair. Hankyung hasn’t said anything of it, so he thinks it must be okay, at least this much.
Kibum really wants to touch Hankyung’s neck. He wants to know if it’s as soft as he looks.
He blames it on the long day, the lateness of the time. His fingers move down, brush against Hankyung’s cheek, rest on the line of his neck. He holds his breath, wonders. It really is that soft.
Hankyung makes a soft sound, shifts, and Kibum jerks his hand away. He rests it innocently on Hankyung’s shoulder and stares at the TV screen.
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Kibum is sound asleep when his door opens, closes, but he wakes up when someone slides into his bed behind him, wraps an arm around his waist.
He blinks, jerks, but Hankyung’s voice is quiet in the darkness. “I couldn’t fall asleep.”
Kibum yawns, blinks again, tries to turn in Hankyung’s arms, and the older boy lets him. He can’t see much in the lack of light, except for the black shape of Hankyung’s body, and the whites of his eyes. “Why can’t you fall asleep, hyung?”
Hankyung shakes his head, moves in closer, tucks his head into the curve of Kibum’s shoulder.
Kibum hugs him close, and he feels like laughing, and screaming all at the same time. Hankyung is warm, and surprisingly soft, and he’s only wearing loose pajama pants and a thin wifebeater. His hair smells like his shampoo, like… shampoo. Clean.
Kibum thinks that he can actually fall asleep, but Hankyung starts running his hands up and down his back. Kibum tries not to shiver, shudder, tries not to give in to his body and yank Hankyung’s mouth to his… but it’s hard.
Hankyung shifts, and Kibum can feel his mouth press into his neck, where he knows his pulse is going crazy.
“Hyung?” Kibum’s voice shakes.
Hankyung’s hands drift down to Kibum’s waist, and his mouth is soft as it moves against his skin. “I don’t want to sleep alone… And I don’t want to move? Move.” He fumbles the word. “I want to stay here with you and Heechul… I want to be here with you…” He pulls away, and Kibum realizes that the room is lightening, it’s already dawn.
Kibum looks up, and he can see Hankyung over him, can see his hair and his eyes and his mouth, and he looks scared, but certain at the same time.
“You want to be here with me too. When you look at me, I can see. And when you touch me, and when you try not to.” Hankyung leans in, and the press of his mouth against Kibum’s is cool.
Kibum feels as if someone handed him a giant ice cream cone as he is burning to death. Someone offering him water as he stumbles around in the desert. And he accepts with both hands wide open.
His fingers slide across Hankyung’s cheeks, holds his face and opens his mouth and sighs when Hankyung is kissing him back.
When did the clothes slide off? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything except Hankyung’s skin against his, and the way Hankyung moans softly, and the way the room gets brighter around him.
The sun is fully up when Hankyung’s body tightens, when his fingers clench on Kibum’s back, and he cries out softly.
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Kangin is grumbling too as he moves his stuff into the new dorm. “I liked the way it was before, no offense guys.”
“It’s okay, I liked it too, offense and all.” Heechul is bitchy today, dragging his suitcases behind him.
Donghae and Siwon are laughing about something and helping each other set up beds and other various furniture pieces.
Kibum sets his stuff in the living room, it’ll be fine there for now, finds Hankyung in the kitchen, cooking lunch.
“Hyung, you’re always in the kitchen.” He moves to stand close to him, just barely touching.
Hankyung looks at him and grins, peeks at the others before kissing his cheek and going back to the stove. “It’s all I’m good for.” He raises his voice slightly. “That’s all anyone wants me for, cooking.”
“Damn straight, maid.” Heechul answers as he passes, stalking into the living room to sit on the couch and do nothing until the others have figured out the bed arrangements.
Kibum laughs, smiles. Hankyung smiles back at him, and Kibum remembers the day he first watched him dance.
Title: Those Memories
Theme: 034 Acceptance
Pairing: Hankyung/Kibum
Rating: PG
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Kibum tries hard not to stare at the Chinese boy. He doesn’t know why, but the boy draws his attention. Kibum’s not confused because it’s a boy, he rather likes that part. It’s because the boy doesn’t look that particularly special.
He’s not like Kangin hyung, that can make everyone laugh just by smiling. He’s not like Leeteuk hyung, always talking and negotiating. He’s not like Yesung hyung, with his black black hair and velvet voice. He’s not like Heechul, all… Heechul-like as he is.
Kibum hasn’t seen him do a thing except for walk to class, practice Korean.
---
Kibum doesn’t even try to stop staring.
So this is why the Chinese boy came to Korea.
Kibum watches him slide from one room to another, watches his body twist and turn. The girls that begged him to dance for them are clapping and giggling and dying to the side, and Kibum can see why. He’s like water, fluid. Kibum has no idea what kind of dance it is, something traditional? But all of a sudden it’s his favorite dance.
Kibum turns to leave, regretful (he’s got his classes too), but as he turns, he meets the Chinese boy’s eyes as he jumps into the air, and the small smile the Chinese boy has on his lips is something he’s going to think about.
---
The Chinese boy, his name is Hankyung, ducks his head to him. In Korea, everyone is his senior.
Kibum nods at him, smiles. “So… we’re going to be in a team together…”
Hankyung smiles back, nods, and Kibum wonders if he understands at all, before Hankyung is talking. “I’m very happy.”
Kibum is floored. His voice is soft and sweet, like a girl’s. Kibum likes it a lot. He wants to hear him sing, wants to laugh when he realizes that he’s going to be with this boy for at least the next five years.
But he doesn’t, he smiles back and nods, and Hankyung doesn’t say anything more as they walk side by side down the hall to meet up with the other team members.
---
Everyone is laughing, talking, crying, hugging and touching, and Kibum thinks that someone is throwing up at the side too.
Kangin has Hankyung in a bear hug, and the Chinese boy is laughing and crying too. Kangin lets him to go hug Sungmin in the exact same way and Hankyung gets hugged by Siwon and Shindong and Donghae before he makes it over to Kibum.
Kibum grins at him, and Hankyung grins at him too, and when they hug, Kibum realizes that it’s the first time he’s hugged the other boy. Hankyung pulls away slightly, and his hair is sticking to his face, and Kibum brushes it away without thinking.
“We did it.” Hankyung’s voice is almost lost in the noise, but Kibum hears it clearly.
“We did it.” They stare for just a moment longer, and then the two are hugging again, and laughing, and it couldn’t be better.
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“Where’s Heechul?” Hankyung walks out of his room, yawning, rubbing his eyes. Kibum sits on the couch and reads and tries not to let his eyes linger on the space between Hankyung’s pants and shirt that he can see as Hankyung stretches.
“A radio show, then his drama, and then his radio show. He says make him some good food he can eat when he finally makes it home.” Kibum nods at him and focuses his eyes back on his book.
“Mmm…” Hankyung comes and falls on the couch next to him, and though he stares at the TV, Kibum knows he won’t be able to tell a thing that goes on for at least thirty minutes.
Kibum’s read the same line twice. He can’t think with Hankyung so close to him, the heat of his body drifting, and the smell that’s just Hankyung.
Kibum tries hard not to let Hankyung know that Kibum’s just about in love with him. It’s harder now, with only them and Heechul in the dorm. He discovered early on that when Hankyung feels comfortable around someone, he’s very open. He doesn’t think anything of it to call Kibum into the bathroom while he showers so he can babble on about some thought he’s had all of a sudden, or walking into Kibum’s room with nothing but his boxers on because he really wants to wear the shirt Kibum wore a few days ago. When he’s tired, he rests his head on Kibum’s lap and falls asleep. When he’s feeling homesick and Kibum’s practicing lines in his room, Hankyung comes in and crawls into his bed and hugs his pillow and watches him without a word. When he leaves, Kibum has to try and fall asleep with Hankyung’s scent all over his bed.
Kibum knows that he doesn’t mean anything by it though, and that hurts a little. Hankyung does the same things with Heechul, more even maybe, because Heechul dotes on him. Kibum doesn’t know how many times he’s walked into the kitchen and Heechul has his arms around Hankyung while Hankyung’s trying to cook, kissing his cheek or grinning at him or making him laugh about something.
It’s times like these that Kibum’s glad that no one expects him to talk much, because he wouldn’t know what to say.
Kibum sighs and gives his book up for lost, because he’s still reading that sentence he was reading before. When he puts the book down and looks over to see if Hankyung’s fully woken up yet, he’s startled because Hankyung’s watching him with a tiny smile on his face. When he realizes that Kibum is looking back, he just smiles and shrugs and turns back to the TV.
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“How long will you be gone?”
Hankyung shrugs, brushing his hair out of his face as he tries to fit more things into his suitcase. “Only ten days.” He smiles up at Kibum, and Kibum really likes the way his blond hair touches his neck. “Why, you miss me?”
Kibum nods. “I will…” He doesn’t want to pout, because Kibum doesn’t pout, but it’s hard not to.
Hankyung laughs, folds more shirts, then stands up. “I’ll be short, I’ll be back before you know.”
“Promise?” Kibum can hear the door open, and Heechul’s yelling out. I’m home and I bought a stray camera crew with me, prepare yourselves!
Hankyung’s smile is tiny. “Promise.”
---
Hankyung’s home and Kibum’s happier then he’s been all week.
He’s sleeping on the couch, and Kibum sits on the floor beside him, resting his head on the space beside his stomach. Kibum wants to stare at his face, but he can’t because what if he wakes up all of a sudden? So he rests his head, listens to him breathe, and if Hankyung wakes up, he can just pretend to be asleep.
There’s a sound as Heechul walks past him. Kibum hears him snort. “Puppies. The both of them, lovesick puppies.” And then he’s gone.
Kibum wonders what he meant.
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Its weird seeing Hankyung with hair this short. Even when he first came to Korea, his hair was longer, shaggy.
Kibum doesn’t know if he likes it or not.
But Hankyung’s happy, touching his hair, touching his neck. “I can breathe. It’s not hot.” He grins at Kibum, pats the hair near his ears, and Kibum gives up. Hankyung can wear anything and Kibum would think he’s perfect.
“We’re moving dorms again, hyung.” Kibum announces, and Hankyung stops playing with his hair to look at him.
“Moving? With who?” Hankyung frowns, letting his hands drops.
“Us three and Siwon, Donghae, and Kangin hyung.”
Hankyung makes a little noise, turns away to move to the kitchen. “It’ll be fun.”
Kibum wonders if the disappointed tone he hears in Hankyung’s voice is real or not.
---
Heechul pouts at the computer screen as he types on his homepage. “I don’t want to move, I like it here, thank you very much. Idiot manager hyung… I’m going to put wasabi on his rice at lunch.” He mutters some more, but it’s quiet, and Hankyung and Kibum grin at his rant.
Hankyung has his head in Kibum’s lap as they sit and watch TV, and Kibum can’t help but play with strands of his hair. Hankyung hasn’t said anything of it, so he thinks it must be okay, at least this much.
Kibum really wants to touch Hankyung’s neck. He wants to know if it’s as soft as he looks.
He blames it on the long day, the lateness of the time. His fingers move down, brush against Hankyung’s cheek, rest on the line of his neck. He holds his breath, wonders. It really is that soft.
Hankyung makes a soft sound, shifts, and Kibum jerks his hand away. He rests it innocently on Hankyung’s shoulder and stares at the TV screen.
---
Kibum is sound asleep when his door opens, closes, but he wakes up when someone slides into his bed behind him, wraps an arm around his waist.
He blinks, jerks, but Hankyung’s voice is quiet in the darkness. “I couldn’t fall asleep.”
Kibum yawns, blinks again, tries to turn in Hankyung’s arms, and the older boy lets him. He can’t see much in the lack of light, except for the black shape of Hankyung’s body, and the whites of his eyes. “Why can’t you fall asleep, hyung?”
Hankyung shakes his head, moves in closer, tucks his head into the curve of Kibum’s shoulder.
Kibum hugs him close, and he feels like laughing, and screaming all at the same time. Hankyung is warm, and surprisingly soft, and he’s only wearing loose pajama pants and a thin wifebeater. His hair smells like his shampoo, like… shampoo. Clean.
Kibum thinks that he can actually fall asleep, but Hankyung starts running his hands up and down his back. Kibum tries not to shiver, shudder, tries not to give in to his body and yank Hankyung’s mouth to his… but it’s hard.
Hankyung shifts, and Kibum can feel his mouth press into his neck, where he knows his pulse is going crazy.
“Hyung?” Kibum’s voice shakes.
Hankyung’s hands drift down to Kibum’s waist, and his mouth is soft as it moves against his skin. “I don’t want to sleep alone… And I don’t want to move? Move.” He fumbles the word. “I want to stay here with you and Heechul… I want to be here with you…” He pulls away, and Kibum realizes that the room is lightening, it’s already dawn.
Kibum looks up, and he can see Hankyung over him, can see his hair and his eyes and his mouth, and he looks scared, but certain at the same time.
“You want to be here with me too. When you look at me, I can see. And when you touch me, and when you try not to.” Hankyung leans in, and the press of his mouth against Kibum’s is cool.
Kibum feels as if someone handed him a giant ice cream cone as he is burning to death. Someone offering him water as he stumbles around in the desert. And he accepts with both hands wide open.
His fingers slide across Hankyung’s cheeks, holds his face and opens his mouth and sighs when Hankyung is kissing him back.
When did the clothes slide off? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything except Hankyung’s skin against his, and the way Hankyung moans softly, and the way the room gets brighter around him.
The sun is fully up when Hankyung’s body tightens, when his fingers clench on Kibum’s back, and he cries out softly.
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Kangin is grumbling too as he moves his stuff into the new dorm. “I liked the way it was before, no offense guys.”
“It’s okay, I liked it too, offense and all.” Heechul is bitchy today, dragging his suitcases behind him.
Donghae and Siwon are laughing about something and helping each other set up beds and other various furniture pieces.
Kibum sets his stuff in the living room, it’ll be fine there for now, finds Hankyung in the kitchen, cooking lunch.
“Hyung, you’re always in the kitchen.” He moves to stand close to him, just barely touching.
Hankyung looks at him and grins, peeks at the others before kissing his cheek and going back to the stove. “It’s all I’m good for.” He raises his voice slightly. “That’s all anyone wants me for, cooking.”
“Damn straight, maid.” Heechul answers as he passes, stalking into the living room to sit on the couch and do nothing until the others have figured out the bed arrangements.
Kibum laughs, smiles. Hankyung smiles back at him, and Kibum remembers the day he first watched him dance.