empty words, soundless melodies

# JaeChun

# I Sold My Bed, but not my Stereo – Capital Cities

# R|Teen!AU | Drama-ish | Romance

# 619words. {long ;;}

Black was their favorite color.

That was the first thing they discovered they had in common.

Then it came the music: heartbreaking ballads, sexy fucking R&B and Japanese rock was what they both were into.

Then there was their family status.

YooChun’s mother had fallen in love with a man who hated gays; hence he had hated openly bisexual YooChun and Junsu, his boyfriend at that time, since their first meeting. YooChun’s free soul hadn’t been able to withstand it and he had run away. So had JaeJoong when he had found out he was adopted. Blood for him was sacred, the most valuable heritage one could own—in other life, he had been a prince, he’d explained YooChun once. That’s why blood mattered so much. He had tracked down his biological family only to be degradingly rejected and so he was left homeless and loveless.

They moved in together. YooChun was sixteen, JaeJoong barely reaching eighteen.

They lived in a tiny room which they afforded by singing or playing YooChun’s old keyboard or JaeJoong’s overly used guitar on subways stations. A couple of times they almost couldn’t make rent, so JaeJoong took one for the team and sold his mouth, charging for unskilled blowjobs in dark alleys.

That’s when YooChun, filled with unbearable jealousy, realized he was in love with his best friend.

JaeJoong couldn’t have not felt the same.

They were soul mates.

They fucked. They made love. They listened to CDs. They got matching tattoos on their chest.

A filthy rich friend JaeJoong had met in High School before he dropped out had given him a bed, because when they bumped into each other one day JaeJoong mentioned he had back pains for sleeping on the floor. He never knew their adoptive parents continued to pay the tuition for his school, hoping he would come back. Eventually they stopped, though. They had several more kids to put through college after all.

YooChun turned nineteen. They celebrated by getting wasted on stolen vodka and played JaeJoong’s guitar until one string broke. JaeJoong took a job as a ‘show boy’ in a sexshop to get the money to buy a new one. It was okay if you sold your body for others to watch, YooChun had said, because that’s when I know no matter how many others want you, only I can have you.

Ultimately they sold their bed too, because their clothes were becoming disgustingly old. JaeJoong turned twenty three. They had a bean bag chair as their only furniture. That, and the old stereo where they listened to their huge collection of CDs they had managed to bring with them from their past lives.

On their birthdays and anniversaries they bought one more for their stock.

YooChun ran into his mom that one time. She barely recognized him, but when she did she cried her soul out. She had become a Mormon. She offered to take him back.

“You are living in sin and hell, YooChun. You can’t carry on like this.”

That’s when JaeJoong chose to come back from the pharmacy. He was looking obscenely sensual and dangerous with his bleached hair, lined eyes, mouth glossy and puffy from the lollipop he was licking. He was wearing black from top to bottom, showing his milky thighs through his ripped jeans, and his taught back from the also ripped back of his T-shirt.

YooChun’s mother looked as if she was having an embolism.

“No, thanks. See you around, mother” he said, before walking away with his hand down in his boyfriend’s back jean pocket.

# KyuSic

# Hurry Up! – Koda Kumi

# R|AU

# 402words.

It was weird seeing a girl riding a motorbike alone, without the tough guy in front driving. Especially when she was that good at it.

She stopped in front of the finish line and demanded to race. We laughed at first, but when she nearly drove over one of my friend’s bike and then got off her vehicle, we just… couldn’t refuse her at all.

Long blonde hair framed her gorgeous body. Because hell if it wasn’t gorgeous. Her legs… Oh she had legs. And guts. And that charm of a femme fatale you only see in movies.

I guessed she was filthy rich because, well, everything in Jessica just screamed ‘power’. Power that came from the expensive leather suits she wore, the helmet with Swarovski crystals, the huge black Kawasaki she drove. Not to forget her grace, of course. Refinement that came from posh upbringing it was.

I fell in love instantly with how she rode that heavy bike between her strong thighs. We all did. But she chose me, from the first moment I felt it so.

I didn’t drive. I’ve never been keen on such doings. I did like to travel fast and light, for which I needed money. What I did was manage the finances of the ‘owner’ of the street races on that side of town. I was good with numbers, and that had proved profitable over and over throughout the years.

She learned my name first. She called me KyuHyunnie in a half-demanding, half-adoring tone, and I learnt to crave for those ‘KyuHyunnie’ from her sweet lips.

One night she called me KyuHyun for the first time. We were at my place. Alone.

That night we kissed. Hard. There was no time for romance. Don’t get me wrong, it was love what we sought. Our way of loving was just different, I guess. It bore no pauses, no breaks. Like Jessica in a race, like my eyes following Jessica fly with the wind.

She called me ‘KyuHyun’ one more time and then I was sure I had her.

She pulled away for air and stared into my eyes, smiling softly like I’ve never seen her do.

It was a smile she kept only for me.

Mine. All mine. Yet… One look into those wild seductive eyes, I knew she was the one who had me.

There had never been another way.

# KangChul

# Bleeding – Celeste Buckingham

# PG-13|Infidelity|Mentions of Broken!HanChul & KangInxOC

# 525words.

  HeeChul was the kind of person that inevitable turned heads as he walked down the street. Dressed in designer clothes, walking like a model, with read cherry hair and handsome face even if partially concealed by shades, there was no way people wouldn’t think he was someone important.

And he was. After all, editor in chief of Nylon Korea wasn’t a job to be taken lightly.

Exquisite from head to toe, Kim HeeChul wasn’t the type to fall in love, much less to suffer for it.

Or so he seemed.

He opened the door of the little Italian restaurant, making the bell ring, and he immediately found his group of friends at their usual table. They greeted him loudly, So them-like, he thought. All the gang was there: ShinDong and NaRi, GunHee, JaeJoong, JungSu, TaeYeon, YoungWoon… and of course his new fiancé SunYeon.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like SunYeon per se, but he believed that when your exclusive fuck buddy gets a serious girlfriend yet doesn’t stop fucking you, it is only fair to dislike the woman.

HeeChul was indeed a vicious person, he was well aware. So he found no guilt in thinking If you knew where his mouth was last night you wouldn’t be kissing him so fondly, while smirking in superiority.

“Gonna get another bottle across the street, anyone wants something?” YoungWoon asked, patting his shoulder. “HeeChul?”

“No, darling. I think I’ll need to be fairly sober tonight.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

It seemed innocent enough.

Except it wasn’t.

HeeChul knew what those words, what that smirk meant. He knew too well alright.

***

It’s not a relationship. I’m only doing this because I want sex, and I want to forget about that Chinese asshole. This means nothing.

HeeChul thought over and over as he curled up in his sheets to guard his naked body from the pain of watching YoungWoon getting dressed to leave. This is nothing. I don’t feel hurt. I just don’t want to be alone right now.

“Do you have to go? It’s so early, YoungWoon” he whispered, his voice hoarse from all the pleasant screaming he had done the previously that night, back to the hours when he didn’t feel like ripping his heart from his chest just to stop its hurtful beating.

“Yes. I’m supposed to be working late, remember?”

“Until five o’clock in the morning?”

YoungWoon shrugged. He fucking shrugged.

Two can play this game. You mean nothing. This means nothing. We’re friends.

“See you tonight at JaeJoong’s?”

“Yeah, sure” HeeChul took his phone and started checking his emails, his texts, his Instagram, his twitter, so when YoungWoon ducked down to kiss him, already fully clothed, he could refuse him by not even lifting his sight from his cell. “Do you mind? I’m doing something.”

“At five o’clock in the morning?” YoungWoon asked incredulously.

And HeeChul blissfully got to shrug back.

“Well then. See you.”

“Bye.”

I have you eating from the palm of my hand, don’t I? He thought to himself as he heard the front door closing.

# KiHae

# Her Morning Elegance – Oren Lavie

# Fluff | Romance | Very very G? | AU

# 386words.

He steps out of the bedroom into the wooden deck. The chill air of the coast hits his warm skin. The sea is gray under a clouded sky and its waves dance against the shore graciously, the white sand melting into them. It reminds him of DongHae’s soft skin under his fingers. The lenient whisper of the wind makes him think of his voice calling his name tenderly.

He feels the sound of a photo snap and turns around, startled

“Sorry. You had some beauty on you” DongHae says, lowering his white camera and smiling. He’s wearing baby blue pajamas, his favorite ones.

He looks adorable. And Kibum thinks You’re the beautiful one, and sighs because DongHae is an angel, his personal angel. And his smile… That smile that could melt an iceberg, it shines so brightly.

“Let’s take one together, c’mon” KiBum says, gingerly pulling DongHae from his waist.

The brunette lifts his camera and they take a cutesy selfie, DongHae puffing his cheeks and KiBum just looking at him. No matter how many years have passed, no matter how hard it has been sometimes, no matters how many fights or sad moments, KiBum still looks at DongHae not as if he’s the most wonderful thing in the world, but as if he were the only person in it. And to KiBum, that’s how it is.

KiBum is the actor. He’s used to pose. His job is to transmit emotions, and yet the only ones that actually feel real are the ones shared with his partner, at times like this even if they have to remain hidden within forsaken corners of the earth.

DongHae is the photographer. His job is to capture such emotions, their moments, vibes that aren’t always visible to the regular people. He traps them and shows them to people, makes them evident because that’s all people need to be happy: emotions, feelings.

Both of them will have to go back to the real world soon, to move on with their lives and keep on pretending they don’t know each other, but DongHae will always have these pictures to remember their love by.

KiBum, however, needs only one reminder to close the distance that always hovers upon them.

He only needs this sight.

# KyuHyuk

# Dirty Love – Ke$ha ft Iggy Pop

# NC-17 | Smuttish-PWPish

# 434words.

# {if she likes it, it’s tamy’s. if not… sorry i tried :c}

  They meet every Friday exactly ten blocks from KyuHyun’s Medicine faculty.

Most of the time KyuHyun comes out wearing his reading glasses and his white robe, today is no exception.

HyukJae grins at this. What a nerd.

KyuHyun climbs on the motorcycle behind HyukJae and holds him close. It could be seen as intimate, but it’s actually quite primal: the way KyuHyun’s fingers curl around the redhead’s waist sends but one unmistakable message. I’m gonna rip this T-shirt off with my teeth.

It’s uncanny, the growing desire that ties them together the minute they touch. It’s not love, it’s not affection, yet they share this bond that doesn’t allow them to say goodbye and mean it.

They get to HyukJae’s place, where they always go. It’s a filthy apartment; the kind KyuHyun would never set foot in if it weren’t for HyukJae. He’s insisted so many times they go to a hotel—he can afford it—, but HyukJae always responds the same way: kicking him out, needy and horny and mad.

HyukJae’s has made it very clear: he wants nothing more from KyuHyun than his cock (and his ass and his hands and—you get the gist). He won’t take gifts, invitations, gas money, or anything else that doesn’t imply immediate physical satisfaction.

They kiss, yes. HyukJae’s not a prostitute and he’s become quite addicted to KyuHyun’s mouth, however there’s nothing romantic about it. When their lips meet, it’s all tongues rubbing against each other, teeth clashing, biting, sucking; hands grabbing clothes and pulling hair and breathtaking demand.

“Fuck, Hyuk…” KyuHyun moans, losing control and lifting him up against the wall, the redhead quickly wrapping his legs around KyuHyun. He’s so light… They’re so used to this… Has it always been so easy? So… natural?

“Like what you see?” the redhead asks, stretching his arms above his head, his naked chest arching. His skilled hips move against KyuHyun clothed erection, rubbing wantonly—where the fuck did he learn to do that? KyuHyun nearly chokes on his own saliva.

“You bitch” he groans. “You fucking wild bitch.”

He lets them fall to the ground as he says it, not able to hold their weight any longer. HyukJae’s head bumps painfully against the wall but none of them care. If anything, he enjoys the dizziness and KyuHyun knows it. Fucking masochist. You’re still mine. Yes. Mine.

“Angry? Then punish me” HyukJae tempts, spreading his legs for him.

Then it all becomes blurry, heated, confused.

Then every coherent thought of the real world vanishes.

Then it’s only them, their bodies, their space.

Then, they fuck.

# YunTi

# Kiss Me Slowly – Parachute

# G | Romance | Fluff

# I: 166words | II:  221words

# {two drabbles… but it’s really like one drabble… just my weird way of doing stuff}

  I

She was a very beautiful woman. Graceful and delicate, with lovely pale skin and rosy cheeks that matched her always rose or red colored lips, all framed by beautiful silky brown hair, the type you would caress until you fall asleep. She had a smile that shone across that narrow street, and although he couldn’t discern quite the color of her eyes, he just knew they were like liquid calmness. 

Every night she came out to her balcony to drink a cup of something—YunHo liked to imagine it was coffee, so they could drink coffee together all day long someday, and he watched her from his window, sighing like a romantic lunatic and daydreaming about the sound of her laugh of which he’d only seen the mimicry, how her voice would be so soft yet cheerful, the kind that would clear a cloudy day.

From the distance, YunHo observed her thus, holding a cup of coffee himself, hoping, imagining.

Until one day, she looked back.

  II 

“It’s weird seeing my window from here” Stephanie comments as YunHo goes out the balcony with two steamy cups of coffee.

Tonight’s their tenth date, and the air feels just a little bit warmer, the night a little bit pinker, their heartbeats a little bit faster.  

“It’s like you could see yourself the way I see you” YunHo says, handing Stephanie the pink mug he bought her for their first month anniversary. He hugs her from behind, forgetting his cup that lies discarded on the outdoor table.

“All I see it’s a closed window” she mutters, and YunHo frowns because there’s so much more he catches from the sight, so much more he feels, there’s no way he can make his Tiffany understand how precious she’s always been to him from just words.

“Really? I see the most beautiful of women, the kindest of smiles, the cutest of gestures, you know?”

Stephanie bites her lower lip but says nothing, also leaving her mug on the table. YunHo makes her turn and look into her eyes, her eyes that are indeed like liquid calmness, and he’s sure then, even though words like “love” and “adore” have been invented, none of them are good enough for YunHo’s feelings.

He just can’t say it with words.

# Taoris

# Royals – Lorde

# PG-13|Slice of Life

# 481words.

  Tao flips the pages of his magazine, his left knee bent while the other leg is completely stretched, his recovering ankle resting on a fluffy red pillow. The heat is almost unbearable: summer has been cruel. They have a fan, yes. What they don’t have is money to pay the electricity bill.

The blonde goes through page after page of expensive clothing and luxury life. People getting drunk in bars ‘cause they can afford their overpriced drinks. Cellphone straps with Swarovski crystals and Chanel pashmina’s around straps of Gucci bags, parties that have a cakes that cost three months of Tao’s apartment rent.

Tao sighs, envy scorching mildly within him.

Suddenly the front door opens, letting in a nice draught that cools the room for a moment. He doesn’t have to ask to know who it is, so instead he keeps eyeing the magazine.

“I hate working, fuck. One day I’m gonna punch that stupid manager in the face so hard I’ll knock that ugly fake wig off his head” Kris barks, and the younger raises an eyebrow over his magazine.

His boyfriend always comes in this foul mood after work. And after college. And after meeting friends. Tao knows it’s because he has to work twice as much until Tao recovers from his fractured ankle. Kris no longer has money to get a beer in the afternoon, or to go play pool with his friends, and that makes him so moody Tao thinks of going back to work a month earlier even if he has to crawl to serve the drinks.

Living alone without any parent support is hard and dumb considering they both come from more than decently accommodated families, yet they can’t really say they regret it.

It’s the price of their freedom, the right of being together, loving each other without having to hide. Their friends know, their bosses know, their landlord knows… everyone knows, and they can’t feel better about it.

Still, would a little more money hurt?

Kris begins a fight with the TV that insists on not working and Tao scrunches up his nose as the older delivers a particularly harsh punch to the flatscreen.

“Hey, no” Tao scolds frowning. “Come here, I’ll make you feel… like a king” he purrs biting his lips and stretching along the green couch that definitely needs reupholster.

Kris smirks and looks up to him, licking his lips in a playfully predatory manner. He kneels on the floor right beside Tao, takes his face with his hands and kisses him slowly but intensely, all that tiredness and frustration vanishing between every brush of lips.

Tao lets the magazine slip from his fingers and it lies there, forgotten, as he threads his fingers in the other’s short hair.

# 2Hyuk {like… yeah… just let me be(?)}

# Cocaine – Robin Thicke

# R | Twincest{albeit imaginary}| Drug Use | Language

# 472 words

# {…i have written weirder(?) technically this is still SM??}

  HyukJae sighed heavily against the soft velvet of the couch, slumping against it while watching the people grinding against each other on the dance floor. He had a test the next day, what was he doing? Going out to bars on Wednesdays wouldn’t pull him through medical school.

“I’m back, did you miss me?”

HyukJae eyed his twin with that inevitable wonder of looking at someone who was exactly like the reflection in his mirror, except it wasn’t quite. EunHyuk was indeed completely different; his black hair, his lined eyes, his tight clothing and leather jackets, his huge black motorbike, his ‘fuck off’ aura, his sensual smirk, his taught muscles, his absolute lack of sense of reality and responsibility… all qualities HyukJae pretty much lacked.

“JunSu hooked me up with some of the good stuff” he announced, a hungry smile dancing on his lips as he sat beside HyukJae.

The brunette rolled his eyes. Of course, there had to be some other reason for his brother to drag him there besides ‘I want to hang out’.

“Here” EunHyuk handed him a rolled bill and his own hand, in which a line of white powder was carefully arranged.

HyukJae took the offering and inhaled the drug swiftly, with the certainty of experience. Long gone were the boy whose hands shook when he held the bill and his righteous conscience reminding him it was coke he was putting into his system.

“How do you feel?” he heard his brother’s voice straight in his ear, EunHyuk’s hand circling his waste to pull him closer. It was beyond inappropriate, yet HyukJae had long stopped shaming for his lust.

EunHyuk was an addiction worse than any drug—HyukJae did them just because EunHyuk liked him all worked up and out of it, but his desire for his brother… that was something beyond his willpower.

“I could be a bit better” he whispered, hoarsely, wantonly, licking his lips and parting them. EunHyuk smirked and wrapped one hand around his neck possessively and sliding the tip of his tongue slightly against HyukJae’s awaiting mouth. HyukJae whined. “Do it properly!” he said before moving forward to kiss him desperately.

EunHyuk groaned, immediately responding and pushing HyukJae onto his back, straddling him with hands and legs.

HyukJae knew—even if it was on the back of his mind—, that he didn’t need the drugs to want EunHyuk like he did, to desire him and ache for his touch.

They were an excuse, liberation for their morals, a freeing of their guilt, and…

“Ngh… EunHyukkie” HyukJae mewled, arching up his body, his hyped senses registering EunHyuk’s hands raking his nails down his chest and his teeth marking his neck like fire scorching his skin in the most delicious ways.

# HoMin

# Body Party – Ciara

# NC-17 | Smut | AU, non!AU… idk

# 490words.

  It’s intense, with YunHo it always is.

The heat is almost unbearable and ChangMin arches his back off the bed, trying to catch a deep breath as YunHo kisses his way down his chest to his aching groin. The scent of the candles YunHo had insisted in lighting intoxicates his senses, makes him feel oversensitive and even more fervent.

He wants to feel YunHo to the core, to feel that completion, that sense of sheer pleasure that makes him vibrate inside out, the one he missed all those months his boyfriend was away.

“Did you miss me ChangMinnie? Did you miss this?” YunHo speaks from between his thighs, holding them fully, his lips ghosting over the junction of his leg and his pelvis.

ChangMin shivers helplessly, whimpering and thinking, God yes, yes, you’ve got no idea, but instead of uttering it he bites his lip until it bleeds.

YunHo smirks without replying; ChangMin can deny it all he wants, his gorgeous body can’t lie to YunHo. YunHo knows it—he knows how ChangMin trembles with desire from the first kiss, how he spreads his legs eagerly for him, how ChangMin whines feebly for him, how his hips move in perfect synch with YunHo’s own.

He licks his lips as he gets a hold of his boyfriend’s cock with one hand, prepared to savor it once again. He wants to go slow, to tease ChangMin until all his patience shatters and he’s begging for YunHo’s touch.

The phone on the nightstands starts ringing, breaking their warm atmosphere. YunHo straightens up to look at ChangMin questioningly.

“Do you want me to answer?” There’s an edge to his voice when he asks, a sharp charge of lust as if he wanted ChangMin to refuse categorically, to demand his attention, to claim it—yes, that’s exactly what he wants.

ChangMin grits his teeth. Is YunHo dumb? Of course not! But again he says nothing, shrugging to show how little he cares.

However when YunHo actually does answer nonchalantly, something inside him stirs.

“No!” he hisses, and YunHo raises a daring eyebrow.

ChangMin doesn’t know what comes over him when he takes YunHo’s cellphone and throws it against the opposite wall, the sound of it making very clear that the phone is most likely wrecked.

“Tonight, you’re fucking mine, YunHo” he whispers dangerously, pushing YunHo to the bed and climbing astraddle him.  Suddenly he needs to talk. As if something has broken lose inside him, he wishes to tell YunHo exactly how he feels. “I want you to kiss me like you haven't seen me in years. Please fuck me like it's the end of days. Love me like there’s nothing else that makes sense to you, yes, YunHo?”

# HaeSica

# Run run run – Celeste Buckingham

# Romance

# 410words

DongHae was a kid; Jessica, a princess.

Of course it wasn’t going to work out.

But strangely, it did.

Because you see, whenever DongHae set his mind into something he wouldn’t stop until he got it. The moment he had seen Jessica practice for a dance battle, one late night from SNSD’s early days, he had known she was the girl for him.

Jessica of course hadn’t shared his opinion at first. “You’re nice, oppa, but you’re… You know… you. We’re friends.”

DongHae had shrunk his eyes. Friendzoned. How humiliating

“Just wait, you’re going to fall in love with me, Jung.”

Gifts, attentions, confessions, nothing had worked, and DongHae had eventually given up.

Until one random late night they ran into each other again, years later. A lot of water had passed under the bridge, and as DongHae suggested they shared a practice room and Jessica nodded biting her lips, everything felt just different.

They took turns to rehearse, although they weren’t really focusing on improving their steps but rather they watched the other watch them. Jessica could feel DongHae’s wanting gaze as her hips turned sensually in rhythm with the tune, and DongHae could definitely perceive her eyes burning through his skin as he practiced his new show-off dance for a variety show.

They were drawn to each other, invariably, inevitably. Through the years, right then; the tension had always been there. They had been just too good putting it aside.

Now it was there again, palpable, wrapping them, and soon enough DongHae was pinning Jessica against one of the mirrors, kissing her breathless.

“I’ve waited so long for this” Jessica confessed against his lips, bringing her leg up and twisting it gracefully around his waist, closing every possible gap between their bodies.

DongHae nearly got distracted by the kisses along his jaw, but was able to focus before Jessica could kiss him again.

“Wait, what?!”

“What, do you think I just go around kissing anybody?”

“No, but… why… before? You always rejected me.”

“Because what fun would be in saying yes right away? You had to really want me oppa, had to desire me with every fiber of your being. Love me to the point of bursting. Only then you can get me.”

DongHae was about to protest, but Jessica grabbed his face and pecked him once, twice, thrice.

“Now, you’re mine forever.”

# YoonYul

# Closer – Tegan and Sara

# G | Fluff

# 272words<3

  “Have you ever thought about giraffes, YuRi-yah?”

The raven-haired turned to look at her best friend, beer in hand, and chuckled when she saw how YoonA swayed from side to side. She was obviously drunk, had probably had more than she could handle, but still looked somehow within herself.

“Hum… Not really Yoon, why?”

“It’s just… they are like huge yellow Dalmatians, aren’t they?”

Okay, perhaps she should go to bed already.

“Your hair is so pretty” YoonA commented as YuRi carried her towards one of the guestrooms. “You’re pretty, Yuri-yah.”

“Thanks, you’re pretty too” YuRi said, rolling her eyes at her friend’s drunkenness.

“No seriously… I could… kiss you.”

YuRi stopped to look at YoonA as she put her on the bed. Without thinking too much, she leaned into the latter to capture her mouth in a rushed, wet kiss.

They broke apart panting. YoonA sighed heavily and YuRi examined her flushed face.

Suddenly, she looked pretty much sober.

They blinked at each other, YoonA still holding YuRi, both their hearts beating unbelievably fast, until YoonA broke the startled silence.

“That was… intense…” she whispered, and then pulled YuRi even closer, making her nearly lose her balance. “Let’s do it again!”

YuRi could think of a million reasons why that was a bad idea. First, YoonA was still tipsy. They were both girls, and best friends at that. But somehow, she found herself leaning closer and catching YoonA’s lips with her own.

It didn’t feel thrilling because it was forbidden; it didn’t taste like poisonous sin or tempting rule-breaking. It was sweet, heartfelt.

It tasted like YoonA.

# KaiSoo

# Say my Name – Destiny’s Child

# R-ish|Romance|College!AU

# 490words

  The point here… JongIn wasn’t the jealous type.

A little insecure, perhaps, but not jealous. He wasn’t the shy kind of insecure though. No, he was the over-the-top kind, the kind that was loud and cheerful to make up for his nervousness to fit in, the one that appeared so confident no one would ever guess how much he really depended on his boyfriend.

A clue: it was a lot.

That was why KyungSoo’s attitude drove him freaking insane. Whenever JongIn tried to kiss or hug him in public, or even hold his hand, an action so innocent and harmless, KyungSoo pulled away, pretending to be occupied with something else.

JongIn was gay, that was undeniable. He was also very much in love, and he wasn’t going to feel ashamed of it.

“Why are you like this?” JongIn finally snapped one day when in the common room of their dorm KyungSoo pushed him off his lap the minute Yixing and Lu Han came in, even if they didn’t even notice them and went straight to their respective bedrooms.

“Well, I don’t want them to… you know…” KyungSoo said as he usually did, biting his lower lip and making up shitty excuses. “I don’t want to make them uncomfortable.”

JongIn chuckled bitterly, standing up.

“Are they the awkward ones or are you?”

“JongIn…”

“No” he cut the other off, and he walked back to the couch, sitting astride KyungSoo. This time, he didn’t get rejected: he knew KyungSoo was aware of how serious he was this time. JongIn’s patience was running low, dangerously so. “I’m fucking sick of this. You’ve got to make up your mind… Are you with me or not?”

“Of course I am!”

JongIn circled the other’s neck with his arms, pulling him down for a slow, sensual kiss. KyungSoo never made out with him outside of their share room, so the fact that this time, he albeit hesitantly, kissed back was already a win for JongIn.

“Do you love me?” he whispered, one hand sliding down the flimsy fabric of KyungSoo’s shirt.

“You know I do—Hey, why don’t we… go… to… you know, our… bedroom?” KyungSoo managed to suggest between heated kisses, holding JongIn’s hips.

“No, I want it here” his hands made their way towards KyungSoo’s belt, and judging by the ragged breath. “Why? You don’t want you?”

  They both knew it was a trick question, but KyungSoo was too distracted by JongIn’s sinful mouth nibbling the sensitive skin of his neck.

“So are you okay with this?” JongIn asked again, pouting in a mocking manner. KyungSoo could barely resist the urge to ravish his lips, and almost couldn’t suppress a moan when the other shamelessly rubbed his ass against his clothed erection.

“Yes, fuck.”

“And who do you love?”

“You, JongIn, now stop joking around and do something!”

JongIn smiled wickedly, grinding his hips down one more time.

  # OnKey

# Come and Get it – Selena Gómez

# R-ish | Smut-ish

# 418words

KiBum really loves JinKi. He has never been with someone as considerate, sweet and loving as his current boyfriend. He’s pretty sure they’re the real deal, even if they’ve only been dating for a year and a half.

The only issue is that JinKi is more than a tad slow… sexually speaking.

Now it’s not that KiBum is a sex freak, but he’s never gone so long without sex and the fact that JinKi wants to wait to ‘lay the foundations of their relationship’ first, when KiBum is already sure they are going steady for life, gets even more on his nerves.

He gets it, JinKi is shy, respectful. But KiBum is fucking sick of being treated like a porcelain doll; he wants to feel owned, dominated in the most pleasurable of ways. He wants JinKi to make him scream and beg, take control and let go.

So when JinKi catches KiBum’s hands an inch above the former’s belt, and looks at him with those loving benevolent eyes, KiBum loses it.

“Hey, let’s take it easy, okay?” JinKi says and KiBum stands up, groaning. He’s about to yell Jinki a piece of his mind, but that nice tender face prevents him from doing so.

He gets a better idea instead.

“You’re right” he starts, taking off his T-shirt and throwing it somewhere. He smirks when he hears JinKi’s breath hitches. “We should wait until you’re ready. I totally understand, because I love you.”

His hand travels from the back of his neck to his stomach, and then goes even lower, to his own belt. KiBum doesn’t hesitate and takes it off too, swiftly unbuttoning his jeans and letting them hang low.

“I just want you to know” KiBum whispers, straddling his boyfriend with both legs to his side, wrapping his arms behind his neck and arching subtly into him, “that  I’m ready and aching for you, babe…” his voice is sultry against the other’s ear, and JinKi can’t contain the shiver that runs up his spine.

“KiBum…”

“Yes?”

“Don’t tempt me, honey.”

KiBum smirks.

“Can’t you see? That’s exactly what I want” he whispers, licking JinKi’s lips sensually, with just the tip of his tongue. The latter moans delectably and KiBum can’t help grinding against him because fuck if he doesn’t want this. “Come and get me, JinKi.”

There’s something in the way he says it, in his velvety voice and subtle yet wanton moves, in the heat that radiates from his body, so fucking alluring…

# KyuMin

# Drunken Truth – KyuHyun

# PG-13 | Romance | Drama-ish

# 414words

# {i know there are lots of 137s with this song, but one more couldn’t hurt, right? and it´s for my hadudu, so i hope this one is special<3}

  There are things that should never be said, thoughts that need to remain a secret, feelings that ought to be kept hidden forever.

SungMin knows his love for KyuHyun is one of these rare cases. He knows he shouldn’t be feeling like this towards his dongsaeng; that his heart shouldn’t be beating as hard it does whenever he’s around the maknae, but he does anyway and it anguishes him, fills him with an indescribable sense of uneasiness.

It’s frustrating, really, because no matter how much he tries to fight it off, to date other people, to distance himself, he can’t do either of these. He loves KyuHyun too much, needs him by his side, can’t be next to someone else without thinking of him; he’s lost.

He doesn’t know if KyuHyun returns his feelings, but something deep within him thinks that he might.

Perhaps it’s due to all those nights where they drink and drink, downing glass after glass of wine from their shared collection, and after a while things get flirty. KyuHyun might comment on how pretty SungMin looks with his cheeks all flushed, and the latter may or may not comment on how KyuHyun’s voice deepens in these situations, making it even sexier.

Is it the first time it has happened? No, SungMin doesn’t think so. Although he won’t ever ask KyuHyun, of course; that would mean acknowledging it, opening his true heart to the younger, and he has no intentions of doing so.

But it doesn’t matter.

It really doesn’t, because when SungMin rests his head on KyuHyun’s shoulder and whispers a cute “KyuHyunnie, you’re the first one in my heart, you know that right?” the maknae doesn’t push him away or refuses him in any way. Instead, KyuHyun lifts up his chin, cups his face with his hand, leans in and kisses him, slow and soft like those heartfelt ballads the maknae sings, and SungMin melts against that familiar, inviting heat.

So it doesn’t matter if they can never actually be together, because at nights like this they know they own each other to the bottom of their souls; that they belong together beyond any barrier; that this—resting in each other’s arms, exploring their mouths, discovering their bodies, feeling their skins dissolving together—all this, is the only thing that really makes sense.

At drunken nights like this, they can pretend.

At drunken nights like this, anything is possible.