Even as the words were leaving Taeminβs mouth, Byungchul struggled to believe them. For so long he had just been expecting the worst outcome and convincing himself that he would be deserving of anything Taemin said to him, no matter how horrible, even if he knew Taemin would never be the type to do such a thing. Not once had he considered forgiveness a possibility.Β
βYouβ¦ You want to go back?β Byungchul asked, wanting Taemin to assure him that yes, he wanted to go back. Maybe it would be easier to believe the second time around. His largest concern in attempting to return things to the way before was that he couldnβt guarantee his hyungβs safetyβ¦ He never wanted Taemin to play witness to a breakdown of his. He couldnβt undo what Taemin had seen. He didnβt expect Taemin to react with grace, but he didnβt expect Taemin to react the way he had either. Taemin could catch him in a moment like that again, and then what? Would they have to go through this every time?Β
βAre you sure we can?β he asked. βLike, youβ¦ you just learned about something Iβve been trying to keep you from finding out about forβ¦ who even knows how long? I donβt expect you to justβ¦ be okay with it, andβ¦ as much as I didnβt want you to see me when Iβ¦β He trailed off, feeling his breath catch. He couldnβt look at Taemin while speaking, so he dropped his eyes to the empty space on the couch between them. βThis is just what happens to me sometimes, you know? When things get too much, itβs likeβ¦ itβs terrifying. I donβt blame you at all for being scared of me.β He laughed a little, voice going scratchy. βHell, I scare myself. I just, I want you to know that I would never hurt you, hyung. I never hurt anyone other than myself. What I did was-- it was bad. I know it was bad, but I donβt know how to make sure you never see it, andβ¦ I donβt know if I can take it if you ignore me again because of it. Iβm sorry if you donβt like seeing me like that, but I donβt know how to stop. What if this happens again, hyung?β
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Byungchul assumed the older had his reasoning for not wanting to join the others in the same way he himself had stayed behind, so he didnβt push the topic any further. He easily took point in walking to the living room, wanting to get there as quickly as possible so that the changing of location wouldnβt be an inconvenience to them talking. When he landed on the couch, he took up as little space as he possibly could. Kind of a difficult feat, because he was a bigger guy, but he did his best to curl up into the corner. He wanted to allow plenty of room for Taemin so that he could sit comfortably.
Unsure of how else to begin, he asked, βSo, uhβ¦ Did you need something, hyung?β He really had no idea if they were going to talk about anything or if Taemin was going to tell him he didnβt want to be his friend again, or worse, he didnβt want to be in the same group as himβ¦ His anxiety was only increasing as seconds passed them by.
Barely was he in the dorms anymore. He had his reasons, though none of the members seemed to notice his disappearances. No one asked if he was okay if there was something going on. It didnβt matter to Taemin. If they asked, heβll just tell he was fine. Taemin found himself in the dorm alone. Well, not exactly alone. There was Byungchul in the dorm too. The others went out and Taemin didnβt want to tag along. He was surprised that Byungchul didnβt want to go with the others. Usually the younger would go and hang out with the other members. He made no complaints though. He had been in his room that he had shared with Nuri and stared up at the ceiling from where he was laying.Β
It was awkward for Taemin. It was just him and Byungchul that were in the dorm. If anyone noticed, the two had been sharing an awkward relationship with one another for a few months now. The relationship they shared before was gone. The both of them were awkward and were cautious of approaching one another now. It was frustrating for both sides really. They been like this for months now and there was no telling when the two would go back to that relationship they shared where the two were close with each other. He wanted this to end and go back to how they were. He didnβt like what they had now. It really was affecting them. If they wanted to fix this, both of them were going have to talk. They have to talk about this. They canβt keep avoiding something like this. Taemin gets up from his bed and leaves the room. This was now or never. Who knows if this talk with repair their relationship or hurt it even more.
Taemin makes his way over to Byungchulβs room that he had shared with Kulap. What he remembered last that Byungchul was in there and didnβt leave the dorm to head somewhere else or was somewhere else in the dorm. He didnβt know what Byungchul was doing and it wasnβt any of his business to know. He sees the door is closed and knocks on it.Β βByungchul-ah? Can I come in?β
It wasnβt often that Byungchul was alone in the dorm nowadays, with his recent developments causing he and his roommate to become even less inseparable than they were before. However, the youngest of the Rebels already had made plans with one of his hyungs from Knockout!, and Byungchul didnβt get much sleep the night before, so he didnβt see the point in expending energy in going out with the rest of his group members. He would much rather take advantage of the day by going practically comatose with a nap, and thatβs what he had been doing for the several hours presumably alone. He was a pretty heavy sleeper when his brain actually shut up and let him rest, so he didnβt even know Taemin was in the dorm. Later, after he awoke from his nap and was just lounging in his bed, reading comics on his phone, the knock on his door startled him horribly because this entire afternoon he thought he had the dorm to himself.
Byungchul swiped a discarded, dirty hoodie from the messy dorm floor and shoved it over his head before he cracked the door open and peeked out. βHyung?β he asked, voice gravelly from disuse. βYou didnβt go with the others?β
Just seeing Taemin had his heart doing weird things in his chest. How long could they keep this up, approaching each other awkwardly and remaining bothered by events they wouldnβt discuss? They used to be so close. Byungchul knew he was to blame for the distance, but how could he fix things? Every time he had tried to talk to Taemin, his hyung lookedβ¦ scared. And rightfully so. It made him want to approach the older less and less, if to save him the discomfort of having to talk to someone that frightened him so badly. But now, Taemin was trying to talk to him. He came to him first. Did that mean he didnβt hate Byungchul for what happened?
As for letting Taemin into his and Kulapβs roomβ¦ Well, it was cluttered to the point of embarrassing and probably smelled worse than the bathroom Taemin was currently standing in. He saved Taemin the discomfort by joining him in the tiled room and closed the door behind him. βUm, actually, do you mind if we go to the living room?β he asked, eyebrows furrowing with worry. He was afraid Taemin might say no, as if a suggestion to talk somewhere less dirtied and more open would make Taemin change his mind about talking to him.
so i got really wrapped up in making my au stuff the past two weeks and now idk what my threads are (Β΄;οΈ΅;`) pls msg me if u want to keep our thread or start a new one bc i think iβll be dropping all my threads on this acc otherwise!!
β >> puppy βα’β’ο»β’α’β*ο½₯οΎο½‘: plus puppy can morph into other nicknames like pupparoo and pupperoni and that sounds like a win to me
β >> pupperoni βα’β’ο»β’α’β*ο½₯οΎο½‘: that's exactly what a troublemaker would say (οΏ’Ξ΅οΏ’γ)
β >> pupperoni βα’β’ο»β’α’β*ο½₯οΎο½‘: why wouldn't you wanna meet the owner when the owner is as amazing as her dog?? you'd miss this dork in action
β >> pupperoni βα’β’ο»β’α’β*ο½₯οΎο½‘: in all seriousness, tho, why're you so opposed to revealing yourself?
β >> pupperoni βα’β’ο»β’α’β*ο½₯οΎο½‘: sorry if that came off mad!! (βΒ°Νβ΅Β°Ν) i'm just curious bc you don't seem like a creeper and you know i'm not a creeper so there's gotta be a different reason
β >> elastic face girl: ur right i guess that is a win
β >> elastic face girl: no its not its exactly what the opposite of a troublemaker would say
β >> elastic face girl: oh uh
β >> elastic face girl: no its fine u didnt come off sounding like anything i just dont think its a good idea for u to know who i am
β >> elastic face girl: im pretty sure if i reveal myself then i stop being iron man with the metal gear and the cool glowy chest piece and all thats left are the fleshy human bits and the depression and assholery that u dont get from the superhero, so i really dont want to throw off our shtick at this point, i kinda like keeping the suit on
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song byungchul as pamela isley or poison ivy, a villain well-known for his ability to exude lethal antigens and intoxicating pheromones. these powers have always been with him, operating on a hardly noticeable level, but did not make themselves known until they were forced to the surface. at a young age, he was taken captive by a scientist that admired his beauty. the scientist believed he possessed the potential to be greater than human, and wanted to perform tests in hopes of stimulating mutant genes. it wasnβt until the scientistβs experimentation proved successful that byungchul could make his escape.
too frequently, he has been taken advantage of by those enthralled by the pheromones his powers involuntarily produce in others, and now, he despises being perceived as alluring. anyone that objectifies or targets others find themselves being returned to the earth.Β if he were able to change his methods, redeeming himself as a superhero would not be impossible; however, for obvious reasons, he has difficulty trusting people above plants.
thus far, he has only felt comfortable enough to allow kulap and nuri into his life at an intimate level. in order to protect them, he has helped them build an immunity to the biochemical toxins of his person. in doing so, not only can neither of them be poisoned by him, but they can no longer be poisoned byΒ anyone.
kulap kitsuwon as harleen quinzel or harley quinn, a whimsical and childish villain whose powers were born out of an abusive relationship with one bank chaiprasit or the joker. after psychologically tormenting kulap into submission and obedience, bank grew bored with how easily malleable kulap was and became more fascinated by what all the younger might do for him. curiosity laced with murderous intent: would kulap die for him?
one of bankβs many attempts to kill kulap resulted in exposure to a radioactive vat that, to bankβs frustration, increased kulapβs bodily resistance to harm. having already exhausted the possibilities of manipulating kulap any further, and no longer able to hurt kulap physically in the ways he desired, bank realized the only option he had left, if he wished to continue harming kulap, would be to abandon him. he derived pleasure in kicking kulap back onto the streets.
love-sick and disillusioned, kulap continued believing that bank could do no wrong. it was byungchul that helped him realize the truth. because of this, kulap became quickly infatuated with the older, and later found himself equally as affectionate for nuri, who offered to help them exact revenge.
lee nuri as selina kyleΒ or catwoman, aΒ grey-moral thief that tends to align with those he feels most strongest towards as opposed to actually picking a side in the fight of good vs evil. after the death of his father, nuri found himself most often aligning with the needs of his remaining family, even if that meant going outside the law in order to support them. having to resort to criminal methods at such a young age took a toll on him; the use of a villainous alias for so long has permanently created a divide in his personality, creating two distinct halves as a psychological means to disassociate himself from his life of crime.
unlike his criminal counterparts, nuriβs strength comes from rigorous training. it would not be untrue to say that his onlyΒ βsuperβ power is the immunity to toxic chemicals, and even that was given to him by byungchul as a token of trust. these two had crossed paths many times in their endeavors before finally deciding to ally with one another, because even the most self-isolating of individuals take comfort in the company of those who are similar to them.
later, when byungchul brought kulap into nuriβs life, and he heard of the horrors the youngest of the three had lived through, offering his loyalty was no question. like byungchul, he wished to protect kulap. when the idea of vengeance came to the table, it was nuri who assumed charge of planning their operation, and kulap and byungchul offered no complaints-- of their trio, nuri had survived the longest in the throes of gotham and did so without the use of abilities beyond a humanβs. clearly, he was best fit to lead.
moodboards >> 9/? : teen wolf AU, in which @acexnuriβ is now his best friendβs keeper when the full moon comes, but he doesnβt mind byungchulβs lunar affliction and feral-based superpowers. quite the opposite, in fact. he thinks he might like it if byungchul decided to bite him someday.
got a curse we cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
there's a cure comes with a kiss
the bite that binds the gift that gives.
It was Sung-sooβs first time eating in the company canteen, so understandably he was nervous. But he had never expected it to be so busy! He was used to having just a couple of people around when he had lunch, but right now he was stood, food in hand, completely still and looking out at the packed room. There didnβt seem to be a seat in sight, and he silently scolded himself for not thinking of that before he bought his food. But he was here now. Maybe if he walked around he would find a space he could squeeze into, and eat his food swiftly.Β
He didnβt seem to be having much luck so far, all the tables that had any spaces being taken by senior groups, or staff. He didnβt want to bother the staff, and he most definitely didnβt want to bother his Sunbaes. He let out a sigh of defeat, until he spotted a clear table with just one person sitting there. He smiled in relief, but it soon dropped when he saw who it was that was sat there. Notoriously hot-headed senior Byungchul. He was hesitant, but he could also feel his stomach crying out to be fed. He almost had no choice.
It was a dangerous move, but he had to ask to sit there if he wanted to eat anytime soon. So he inched over to the table, bowing his head and gathering the courage to speak up.
Byungchul didnβt often eat in the company cafeteria anymore, but sometimes it was easier to run down and grab a snack from there in between practice sessions than it was to go off the company premises or even all the way back to the dorm for something as simple as ramyeon. He thought it was interesting to see some of his idol sunbaes still choosing to eat here after so many years. He didnβt quite understand it, but he guessed if you were well-liked, it served as a great way to interact with those who considered you a star; it had to be an ego stroke of some sort. This thought made him laugh a little to himself.
As luck would have it, a trainee had approached his table just then. He swallowed the tail end of his laugh and his smile disappeared. Normally, he would be distrusting about a trainee coming up to him, because it didnβt often end well; this time, however, the guy seemed pretty upfront about what he was there for. That, and he looked extremely nervous. Byungchul almost felt bad for him.
βUh... sure. I donβt see why not,β Byungchul said.Β βIβll be done soon anyway.β
βMe,β Byungchul said.Β βI would care. Does that mean nothing to you, noona? I canβt believe you would rather have me walking around allΒ whatβs up doc instead of letting me defend myself to total strangers... You wanna talk about dying by something falling on my head? Have me dress like Iβm from the goddamn Looney Tunes. Letβs see how long it takes for an anvil to drop out of nowhere, just like in the cartoons.β
When his skin burned like this, he struggled to convince himself that anyone wanted him around longer than a night, but even the worst of his thoughts fell away as he watched Kulap react to the insinuation of him leaving. The way Kulap scurried from the bed, the incline of his pitch; it reassured him that Kulap didn't want him to go anywhere. No, even better-- Kulap wanted him to stay, so they could be together.
Although he felt more certain about the permanence of Kulap's feelings for him--they prevailed even when he was disgusting and dangerous and unlovable--he knew that would make things worse if he stayed. He might do something they both regret. He had done an excellent job of keeping Kulap away from him when he got like this, because the last time Kulap had caught him in this mood (or had he done the catching?), it had left them with injuries not entirely physical.
"Kulap, don't--" he started to say, gently pushing Kulap back to the bed and sitting him down at the edge of it. "You can't follow me to the place I need to go. You should just... You gotta stay here, where it's warm, and safe, and where I can't..."
He faltered again, scrunching his face in frustration. He sat down on the bed beside Kulap, angling slightly towards him but not relaxing in the slightest. "Kulap, you remember what I almost did. I can't let something like that happen again, so trust me when I say I gotta go. Okay?"
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Having successfully ruined the mood, Byungchul felt like he could breathe again. He didn't like stopping Kulap--and he had done a lot of stopping lately, because Kulap kept coming at him, quoting flirty lines from shows they had watched together and putting his hands very obviously in places that insinuated what he wanted--but he was afraid of what might happen if he let him continue. He had a hard enough time filtering through what was and wasn't appropriate with strangers; it was infinitely more difficult to do the same with Kulap because neither of them wanted to remain in the confines of appropriate anymore.
"I'm not making fun of you," Byungchul replied. He adjusted himself on the bed, bringing his knees in closer to his chest as a barricade of sorts. It would prevent Kulap from climbing halfway onto his lap again, but he knew it didn't matter if Kulap was literally on him or simply beside him. Just being in Kulap's proximity got him all shaken up. That's how it always had been, and he was starting to think that's how it would always be.
"You really didn't hurt me that bad, you can still put the makeup on my arm. Besides, my foundation's... somewhere," he said, dishing out excuses.
He faltered because he realized how ridiculous he sounded, protesting against wearing anything himself. Recognizing this, he immediately uncurled himself and stood from the bed. He went and got his foundation and dropped it to join the pile of Kulap's makeup. He forgot all about his barricade plan when he sat back down, posture going lax and Kulap could have gotten closer to him without any resistance. "How do we start?"
He knew how helpful--and harmful--affection could be in times like this, but kissing Nuriβ¦ felt different. In the case of random hook-ups, his drive to keep kissing and touching and feeling was like that of a wildfire; a burst of heat that burned everything at once, leaving nothing behind. In the case of Nuri, Byungchul felt an insistent warmth shimmering through him; something that, when tended to, could become much more than kindling. That was anything but okay, despite the olderβs claims.
Yes, Nuri had kissed him first, but it was up to Byungchul to keep things from progressing like he knew they were capable of doing. He knew very well this was not kisses between friends. These kisses had the potential to be more.
He brought his hands up to cover his face, breath puffing across his skin as he counted backwards from ten. Once he hit zero, he lowered his arms and looked Nuri in the eye. βThanks, hyung, Iβm justβ¦ I donβt feel very well right now,β he said, making excuses so he could get away. As soon as he recuperated, he could go back to being the way he normally was with Nuri, but for right now, distance was the best solution while his temptation was high and his impulse control low. βI thinkβ¦ I should go back to my room.β
word count: 2362w
trigger warnings: explicit porny language, handjobs in the shower, frottage, idk man itβs all downhill from here
and hereβs the second self-para that takes place in the siblings AU in which byungchul is dating his best friendβs little brother, @acekulap, and one day they get caught canoodlingΒ by the one person they didnβt want finding out about their relationship. itβs not angsty, i swear! hopefully some of you will actually get some laughs out of these two rascals getting walked in on ^^;;
byungchul's shift at work seemed to crawl by slower than snails on sun-baked pavement, and by the time he clocked out, he felt himself splitting at the seams with anticipation. he impulsively bought one of those gross packages of peanut crackers from the vending machine in the break room and crammed the snack into his mouth, crumbs going everywhere, and then he grabbed his backpack from the employee lockers.
outside, his bike sat waiting. he undid the lock and flipped the kickstand. the leather of the seat burned his thighs through his khakis; the handlebars stung his palms. everything about summer was too hot. by the time he got to the kitsuwon house--lots of winding hills and backstreets taken to avoid the heavy-traffic roads--he was pouring with sweat.
he strapped his bike to the tree in the yard rather than roll it into the garage. he would rather it sit in the shade of leaves than stew in that dank musk trap. checking his phone for the time, he found himself early--blessedly early--by fifteen minutes.
the door was unlocked--as usual--when he tried the knob. the house was spacious, and his voice carried well when he asked, "phun? you here?" he wasn't usually, not on wednesdays, but it didn't hurt to check.
kulap appeared from his bedroom, somewhat ruffled and mussed, like maybe byungchul woke him from a nap. he left the door to his room open, opting to lean against the doorframe.
he seriously looked as gorgeous as-- black widow? byungchul didn't think kulap would like to hear him say that, but was that byungchul wasn't well-versed in mythology or fancy literature of any sort. the closest reference he had to beautiful, otherworldly beings was that of the marvel universe. actually, it would be more accurate to relate kulap to gamora, because black widow was from earth and gamora wasn't, so gamora was legitimately otherworldly--
"phun's not home yet," kulap said, "and you're staring."
byungchul might have been embarrassed--for getting caught up in his own thoughts, and for getting called out--but he recovered swiftly. he took a few steps to close the distance between the front door and the door to kulap's room.
"Itβs weird, isnβt it," he teased. "getting stared at, i mean. i guess you wouldn't know. you're usually the one doing the staring."
kulap rolled his eyes with a tinge of petulance. "oh, sure. make fun of me for having a crush," he huffed. "as if you didn't love every second of it."
"you still have a crush," byungchul said.
kulap smiled and reached for him. he stepped closer, granting him a kiss before pulling away just as quick.
"i gotta shower," he said.
kulap's smile became a frown. "you're not supposed to care about smelling nice," he replied. "that's my job."
"does that mean i smell bad?" byungchul asked, already knowing the answer. it was late july and he rode his bike several miles mid-day. of course he smelled bad.
kulap wrinkled his nose. "but... we don't have a lot of time..."
"come with me," byungchul said.
the displeasure in kulap's face melted away. he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth while watching byungchul strip off his work-issued shirt to reveal a muscle tee underneath. it was conveniently sticking to his body, hinting at his toned stomach, which he hurried to unveil when he noticed the look kulap was giving him. he threw both items of clothing haphazardly into kulap's room.
"still staring?"
"some things never change," kulap said absentmindedly, clearly more focused on the sight of byungchul's body than their banter.
"it's nothing you haven't seen before," byungchul said. he hooked a finger under kulap's chin. kulap's lashes fluttered as he was forced to look up. he kissed the corner of kulap's mouth. "we don't have a lot of time, remember?"
kulap turned his head to capture byungchul in a proper kiss, and he was the one to cut it short this time. he ducked out of the doorway, pulling byungchul down the hall. the bathroom was less than ten paces away.
byungchul kicked off his shoes and shucked his pants down his legs, fully aware of the other's eyes on him. he left his boxers on as he bent over the tub to turn the faucet on. he looked over his shoulder and found kulap doing exactly as expected.
he was just standing there, blinking rapidly as he roamed the displayed landscape of byungchul's back and thighs. he watched byungchul like he might never see him again, with an almost innocent intensity that boiled byungchul from the inside out.
"you gonna take your clothes off?" byungchul asked, voice raising in volume slightly to rival the running water.
"yes," kulap said, visibly snapping out of his stupor. he pulled his shirt over his head, folding it with care and setting it down on the lid of the toilet. he did the same with his pants. it was endearingly meticulous and an absolute contrast to the way byungchul cast his clothes aside.
byungchul turned to sit on the edge of the tub. he beckoned kulap closer, and kulap stood between his spread legs. he smoothed his hands over kulap's ribcage, then hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear. he leaned up to bite gently at kulap's nipple, tongue flicking out to wet the skin, and kulap's hands came to rest in byungchul's hair to keep him there. as he sucked a faint mark into the centre of kulap's chest, he shoved kulap's underwear down his hips.
"my turn," he said, and kulap reluctantly backed away to give him room. he stood back up, stepped out of his boxers without fanfare, and rerouted the water through the showerhead.
it wasn't hot enough to steam the mirrors over, nor cold enough to make them shiver. tepid was perfect for byungchul, although kulap would probably want it to be a little warmer. kulap held him in the stream and byungchul kept his eyes closed against the water. rivulets formed along their faces, down their cheeks and necks and chests, as they kissed. byungchul reached between them and heard kulap's breath catch in his throat.
"like that?" byungchul asked, swiping the pad of his thumb over the slit to make kulap shudder again.
"yeah-- yes-- like that," kulap gasped, and then he moaned, clear as quartz. the sound ricocheted within the enclosed space.
the pit of byungchul's stomach went molten. he let his fingers linger along kulap's length for a second longer, then retracted under the guise of desperately needing to lather suds into his skin.
"you're paying for that later," kulap sighed.
"now there's an idea," byungchul said. he employed one of kulap's loofahs to get the scrubbing job done. as he swept it down his abdomen, he went on. "no one does punishment like you do, babe."
"i don't punish you enough," kulap retorted.
byungchul hummed like he might agree.
"give me that," kulap hissed, snatching the loofah and rubbing it over his own skin. he pushed himself into the stream to rinse the soap. blatantly ignoring byungchul's smirk, he took his time in returning the soap and loofah to its proper places, which byungchul wouldn't have done had he attempted to put them back himself. he didn't even stop to see if byungchul was finished; he simply shut the water off and grabbed a towel off the rack.
"jeez, you must really wanna get off," byungchul said, as if he wasn't feeling the exact same way.
kulap, mostly dried, shoved the towel into byungchul's chest. "i don't know why i thought you wouldn't be a tease today," he said.
byungchul, patting himself down, raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "were you doing something before i--"
kulap stepped out of the tub. gathering his clothes up, he said, "yes, i was. okay? i just-- i just kept thinking about you, and i-- i couldn't wait." there was a brilliant blush overtaking his face. "i didn't get to-- before you got here."
"oh," byungchul said. and then, as the image of kulap touching himself flickered through his mind, he said it again: "oh."
"bedroom," kulap said.
byungchul blinked at him, still struck dumb by the idea of kulap, legs spread and bucking into his own hand, overcome with thoughts of him, and--
"now would be nice."
hooking the towel around his waist was unnecessary, but there he was, draping it around the v of his hips anyway as he followed kulap back into the hall. kulap pushed byungchul through the door and kicked it closed behind him. completely opposite to the care with which he handled his clothes earlier, he let them fall to the floor in favour of climbing over byungchul's body on the bed. the towel was uncomfortable and damp and, to reiterate, unnecessary. kulap told him as much as he yanked it out from underneath byungchul's legs and threw it to the floor beside the rest of his clothes.
they almost never messed around like this--stripped bare, struggling against each other just to see who would relent first--but they were used to being hurried, to stealing kisses like they didn't have time for them, to desperation. hands turned to claws, embedded in the smooth expanse of byungchul's waist as he straddled his lap, enjoying the slick friction as he rolled his hips.
"ah, fuck," byungchul groaned, voice wrecked like a ten-mile pile-up on the highway, like smashed metal and broken windshields and dented bumpers.
kulap urged him to lay down. the sheets were skewed and the blanket peeled back, probably from kulap's session between them earlier. byungchul felt--vulnerable?--without layers upon layers between their bodies, and kulap must have sensed it, because he sat back on byungchul's thighs, pausing long enough to pull the blanket up around them.
byungchul guided kulap to lay flat against him. they were no longer perfectly aligned, but it was alright; byungchul would have to be an idiot to complain about their current placement. kulap's cock slipped against the hard lines of byungchul's abdomen, precum dribbling down his stomach and causing the muscles to clench.
he bit kulap's lips and didn't hesitate in giving kulap's tongue the same treatment when it attempted to slip into his mouth, playful enough to avoid prompting blood. when his mouth wasn't occupied with kissing, he spewed whatever words came to his head-- "god, you feel so good against me, baby, i wanna stay right here 'til the day i fuckin' die," and "please, please, i wanna come," and kulap shook his head, denying him release.
"not until i say you can," he said, panting with every minute thrust. "this is-- this is supposed to be a punishment--"
byungchul dug his nails into kulap's back like that might make him change his mind. he recognized the signs of kulap on the verge--the way his jaw went slack and his chest constricted, breath going wild like a python wrapped itself around his ribcage and squeezed impossibly tight. features painted pink, warm and rosy, and his body seizing up--but nothing came of it. nothing happened.
or, perhaps more accurately, everything happened. just... not related to sex.
the door to kulap's bedroom swung open and there was screaming--a lot of screaming--and most of it was kulap screaming as he dove sideways on the bed, off of byungchul and hiding underneath the blankets. it took all of half a second for byungchul's brain to process what the fuck was going on, and then he was mortified.
"--with my baby brother? when the fuck-- what the-- i didn't even know you were gay," phun was saying, and he said a lot more after that, along the lines of you are so fucking dead what the fuck is wrong with you dude?
byungchul was absolutely about to leap out of the bed and run like hell away from the kitsuwon house, because he only planned on being at the receiving end of one thing today, and that one thing was not phun's rage. kulap's arms wrapped around his waist, though, preventing him from going anywhere.
"why are you helping him kill me?" byungchul yelled, frantically trying to escape.
"you're naked!" kulap screamed in response, and byungchul stopped moving instantly.
"you're-- oh my god," phun said, covering his eyes. "holy shit. you're naked under there."
"well... yeah," byungchul said. he awkwardly pulled the blankets even higher up around his and kulap's bodies. "um... it's not what it looks like?"
kulap punched him in the shoulder and it lacked impact. "it's exactly what it looked like! why are you trying to lie?"
"don't fucking lie to me right now, dude," phun said.
"whose side are you even on?" byungchul asked kulap, rubbing at his arm like kulap actually did damage. "alright, fine, it's exactly what it-- but that doesn't mean you have to kill me! and i'm not gay."
phun, without removing his hands from his eyes, said, "it looks pretty gay to me, man."
"i'm bisexual," byungchul said.
"how long have you been bisexual-ing my little brother?"
byungchul squinted at the verb. he exchanged a look with kulap, who shrugged. he looked back to phun and guessed, "like... a couple months? eight? is it--"
"nine," kulap said.
"nine months," byungchul said.
"oh my god," phun said, taking a step backwards and landing himself in the hallway, safely out of kulap's room. "if either of you were a lady, you could have had a kid by now. that's not 'a couple months', that's almost a fucking year! i-- i think i might throw up."
"is this a homophobia thing?" kulap asked, worry encroaching his tone.
phun was already on his way down the hall when he replied, "no, this is a best friend banging my little brother thing!"
byungchul and kulap exchanged another look. so many emotions ran rampant on kulap's face, byungchul couldn't even begin to pick them apart from one another. this was just... a mess.
byungchul winced at the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut. less than ten seconds later, the bathroom door squeaked back open and phun's voice boomed through the house.
other works in this AU: (fire and ice), (mistakes were made)
word count: 1798w
trigger warnings: suggestive language, thereβs some making out idk
this is the first of two self-paras iβve written that takes place in the siblings AU in which byungchul is risking his life dating his best friendβs little brother, @acekulap, in secret. this self-para in particular is mostly exposition about byungchul and kulapβs relationship. it gets a little frisky at the end lmao
byungchul prefers the lonesome quiet of the kitsuwon house to his own. the brothers in that wayside one-storey have singlehandedly made better memories with byungchul than the entire rotating-door of familial figures dwelling in his home address. he includes both kitsuwon brothers when giving credit to his favourite moments, because phun might be his best friend, but kulap is inescapable. he always has been. much to phun's dismay and byungchul's hidden delight, kulap has tagged along for every adventure imaginable.
like the countless times they drove phun's convertible downtown, and kulap squished into the backseat, grabbing the aux before anyone else had a chance to control the radio. byungchul appreciated the atmospheric buzz that kulap's music provided, something phun's crooning acoustic music tended to lack. byungchul liked more guitar than thudding bass, but something about the top 40 fit more with the scene of glowing streetlamps and that curling fog that settled over the city when it got past curfew.
or the times they played video games, and kulap ignored the keep out sign on phun's door. byungchul and phun would sit at the foot of the bed, while kulap spread himself on the sheets, butter on toast style. right at the climactic scene of any game they played, kulap would hook his leg over byungchul's shoulder teasingly, impossible to ignore, and mutter something about shaving and feels nice, doesn't it? and phun would reach blindly behind him, threatening to throw him out if he didn't shut up and stop being weird.
or when they drove phun's convertible down to the beach, and kulap insisted on going for the sake of salvaging his complexion. byungchul and phun spent the afternoon battering a ball back and forth, while kulap stretched over the sand, basking in the sun and letting it warm his skin to a beautiful cinnamon. he screamed when phun splashed cold water on him, but he laughed when byungchul threw him into the waves.
birthdays where they lobbed cake icing at each other. christmas after christmas, where byungchul skipped out on kisses from his aunts and cheek-pinching from his great-something-or-others, and wrapped gifts for the kitsuwons in notebook paper (because that was all he had) and they appreciated anything he brought for them. flying kites in the park on children's day.
he couldn't sever kulap from those memories, nor did he want to. phun huffed and sighed about how annoying his little brother was, fooling no one. phun made it clear--behind closed doors, and far away from kulap's ears--that he would rather have kulap with them when he got into trouble, because if he went off and got himself hurt, he wouldn't know what to do.
and when it came to supposed third wheels on their random endeavors, byungchul always preferred kulap's company to phun's occasional girlfriends. when byungchul spent time with phun and his girlfriend, he usually ended up alone somewhere while phun sucked face, or he served no other purpose than telling phun's girlfriend all the totally badass stories about that one time phun and i... just to make his best bro sound cool(er).
when byungchul spent time with phun and kulap, he didn't end up alone. they had weird conversations about anything and everything, from comic books (a topic admittedly lost on the younger kitsuwon) to existential dread to what they wanted to eat.
he secretly enjoyed their outings best of all when their party consisted of himself, phun, his girlfriend at the time, and kulap, because they could split off in pairs; naturally, phun with his girlfriend and kulap with byungchul.
when they attended the carnival in late spring, it had been just that: byungchul with kulap, and phun with whatsherface.
they sat squished in the ferris wheel, opposite of each other. byungchul marveled at the city lights, politely ignoring the lovey-dovey looks phun and his gal were giving each other. kulap seemed to be doing the same, only he didn't care for the increasing height. phun was too distracted to call them out for holding hands, and because phun wasn't saying anything about it, byungchul didn't feel the urge to call himself out. he just let kulap's fingers slip between his own and squeeze.
and afterwards, sharing cotton candy smiles and having wandered through a mirror maze, they found themselves alone. phun and--was her name eunji?--finally managed to slip away. byungchul won five stuffed animals from a dart game for kulap that night, and if he shoved the nose of the toy dog into kulap's neck and made kissy noises, then phun didn't need to know.
kulap is inescapable, even without phun's presence. byungchul has struggled with sleep since the dawn of time, and it seems kulap's wired the same way. this isn't the first evening they've found themselves downstairs, well into the night.
that in itself is a strangely long and strangely endearing list of memories. kulap reclining on the living room sofa, smile inviting and posture languid, sitting in a square of moonlight. byungchul occupying the space next to him, swallowed by shadows.
they talk without checking their phones for the time or for notifications, completely giving each other their unfiltered attention. depending on their brevity, they either toe the line of innocence with the way they talk in innuendo, or they throw themselves from the cliffs of subtlety and are open about their fears and their desires.
this much is evident: they're on the same page.
it's evident when kulap whispers, "i want you," and byungchul whispers it right back into his mouth, and down his neck and chest. it's evident when kulap's fingers thread through byungchul's hair and it's evident when byungchul pulls kulap across his thighs.
the acoustics in the living room always seem too loud, but phun is none the wiser come morning. that isn't to say they don't venture into kulap's room, because they do, and they venture elsewhere still, even when it's inconvenient.
kulap seems to materialize from thin air long after phun is dreaming, when byungchul is digging around the freezer, searching for something to snack on. he flattens himself against byungchul's back, arms looping his waist, and byungchul doesn't respond. the sound of ice on ice is grating and squeaky, like styrofoam somehow, as he continues his search.
"what's with you?" kulap asks.
"nothing," byungchul says, and it's mostly true. he's having a prickly night, but there's no cause for it. he pulls a hot pocket from the fray of ice and plastic bags. "hungry."
kulap follows him to the microwave like that, hugging his back like he's got no better place to be. the microwave beeps with every button press, and it hums to life, glowing yellow as it spins the hot pocket into something less teeth-shattering and more chewable. byungchul turns himself around in kulap's arms.
"something up with you?" byungchul asks, because he feels like that's what he's supposed to do.
"i missed you today," kulap says, his voice barely above a whisper. "you didn't come and see me after work."
when byungchul left his shift, he didn't think it was safe for him to come over just yet; as he was clocking out, he got yelled at by a customer for not wanting to help him and it sent him into a bad mood. instead of taking advantage of the half hour alone with kulap before phun got home from practice, byungchul rode his bike down the fastest hills he could find until he felt like he could breathe.
he doesn't say anything about that, though. kulap will worry his little head off if he heard about byungchul doing that shit without a helmet. he bites his tongue against the urge to make him worry anyway, because he thinks that might be something that falls under the category of not okay to do, and luckily, kulap starts talking again.
"i was thinking... maybe you could make it up to me," kulap says, sweet as honey, and byungchul wants to lick into his mouth to see if he might taste the same.
the microwave vent is warm and byungchul can feel it through the fabric of his shirt when kulap shoves him against it. he leans up to kiss byungchul, just like byungchul leans down, and they meet somewhere in the middle with a practiced ease. kulap's lips are soft where byungchul's are chapped.
"is that better, sweetheart?" byungchul teases, feeling more like himself than he has all day. like he's a ship lost at sea, and kulap's the lighthouse, guiding him away from the storm.
kulap drapes his arms over byungchul's shoulders and locking his hands behind byungchul's neck. "much better," he says.
they kiss like they can't bear to be apart, and byungchul nips at kulap's tongue. byungchul's hands slide beneath kulap's shirt, nails dragging against the skin and leaving behind long stripes of red like peppermint. he keeps going, down past the small of kulap's back, and he grabs kulap by the ass. kulap instinctively captures the hard line of byungchul's leg between both of his own and pushes himself against it--
the microwave beeps loudly.
kulap and byungchul leap apart, reflexively adjusting their clothes. byungchul breaks down laughing as he retrieves his hot pocket from the microwave, and kulap's blushing like he might combust.
"you're brushing your teeth after you eat that," kulap sighs, watching byungchul down half in one bite.
"says who?" byungchul asks, peeling back more of the wrapper.
"says me," kulap replies. "i didn't wait all day just to kiss your weird marinara mouth."
byungchul nods a little like that's fair, and finishes the other half of the hot pocket. he goes to the extent of licking his fingers clean of grease, too. kulap rolls his eyes.
"sometimes i forget why you're friends with my brother, and then you go and do... that," he says.
byungchul balls up the plastic in his fist. "being gross makes me friends with your brother? not our shared love for comic books and dated tv shows?"
"i try to think about your strange obsessions as little as possible," kulap says, eyes following byungchul as he trots across the kitchen to the trashcan. when byungchul doubles back and surges forward with expectation, kulap holds up a hand to stop him from getting any closer and reminds him, "teeth. go brush them."
byungchul groans.
"i'll be in my room," kulap promises.
byungchul continues groaning.
"don't be like that," kulap says. "if you're quick about it, i'll let you... fuck my mouth? how's that sound?"
byungchul's groan cuts off instantly, and he bolts to the bathroom. kulap laughs fondly, feeling his face heat up again. he makes sure to clear the microwave's counter so that it goes back to displaying the time before he slinks to his room.
βοΈ β superbitch: ill keep talking about him if u dont be gay
βοΈ β superbitch: ill be gay about jiwoo..
βοΈ β superbitch: i know bc u seem like a switch lol
βοΈ β superbitch: has a girl ever fucked u?
βοΈ β superbitch: wow. guess i should call nuri
βοΈ β superbitch: dude... ur right
βοΈ β superbitch: i can invite just my friends
β >> ππ hanal: i dont understand what your longterm gameplan is here dude, r u gonna keep talking about kulap and getting me rustled or r u gonna get gay?
β >> ππ hanal: i mean ok Ur not wrong
β >> ππ hanal: uh yeah
β >> ππ hanal: wow wtf first kulap now nuri get ur own turf
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βοΈ β superbitch: well that seems like a person problemo idk man
βοΈ β superbitch: ik
βοΈ β superbitch: really? have u even looked greek statues?
βοΈ β superbitch: bc u like me
βοΈ β superbitch: i should have thrown my own party those asshole's rlly don't kno how to thrown one
β >> ππ hanal: shut up no im not telling U anything
β >> ππ hanal: WHAT DO U MEAN U KNOW
β >> ππ hanal: sure man ive looked at plenty and just for that im upping the intensity and saying hes got such good nipples not even whatshisface could sculpt them out of marble
β >> ππ hanal: uuugghhhhhhhhhh
β >> ππ hanal: heres an idea, lets throw a 'month after birthday party' party just to make up for it
