Shisus loves you all

The sky is falling

2011-10-18T16:58:32Z

Title : The sky is falling
Author : addictivemonkey
Pairing : KyuWon
Rating : PG-13
Genre : war!AU, angst
Warnings : character’s death
Words : 1 391
Summary : Siwon is everything a good warrior should be. And everything Kyuhyun is not.

A/N : The plot is based (really loosely) on “Gloria victis” (it’s a polish short novel written by E.Orzeszkowa) so I can’t say it’s entirely mine. It’s not my fault that I see slash everywhere, though…
Long time no see~ Anybody remembers I’m still alive? :D
And OTL, why does it seem to me that it’s really rushed and the ending is not like it’s supposed to be?

The sky is dark, really dark and Kyuhyun wonders what is he doing here? He looks around, taking in the surroundings – men talking to each other with hushed voices, men comforting their wives, hugging and kissing their children.

War is no fun.

Kyuhyun feels a shiver going down his spine. He desperately looks for one face, the only face he should see now, but he just can’t find it. However, suddenly Kyuhyun feels a hand on his shoulder and it seems so heavy he’s glad he didn’t collapse. Turning around on his heel Kyuhyun lands in his sister’s open arms. It’s warm and familiar and he thinks why why why?

Cho Kyuhyun, an orphan, Cho Ahra’s brother, 17 of age, with poor health, is going to defend his country.

“Be careful Kyuhyun” she whispers in his ear. “Promise me”

He only manages to nod his head, tickling her neck with soft brown strands of his hair.

“Siwon” he hears her saying softly and Kyuhyun lets go of his sister, turning his head to the sound of low murmur.

“Ahra-noona… Kyuhyun-ah” the tall boy says with a small but sad smile tugging on his lips.

Siwon’s and Kyuhyun’s eyes meet only for a second but it makes Kyuhyun feel somehow happy inside. The thought that Siwon-hyung will be there with him… he won’t be alone.

He shakes his head, trying to not to think about it.

“Siwon-ah” his sister says softly. “Can I talk with you for a moment?”

They leave Kyuhyun right where he’s standing. The people around him don’t pay him attention, saying goodbyes and some of them even crying. The air is filled with sorrow and something dark. Just for a second, Kyuhyun feels like he’s choking. It’ll be worse. The sight of people dying, blood, screams… it’s all in his head. He’ll see it for sure. But now he’s trying to focus on Siwon and his sister. Standing there. Closely. Talking.

Choi Siwon. He is total opposite of Cho Kyuhyun. Even if both of them are rather tall, Siwon is also well built, strong and brave… Everything a good warrior should be.

And everything Kyuhyun is not.

~

The first night away from home is cold and full of stars.

Their squad stops near a forest. They don’t have a roof above their heads, they don’t even have tents. They lie on the cold ground with arms folded under their heads instead of a pillow.

Kyuhyun thinks and thinks because he’s not able to sleep, hearing some fifteen years old kid crying silently not so far away from him. He just tries not to listen as it makes him cry himself but it’s hard. Kyuhyun coughs. And then he coughs again.

No, no, no… just not that.

Then, suddenly, he feels something is being draped around him and Kyuhyun immediately opens his eyes. He sees dark, soft eyes looking at him with hint of worry. The blanket that Siwon threw over him is warm and big and Kyuhyun just wants to nestle himself in it. He looks at the older boy instead, wants to say something, thank him but the only thing that leaves his throat is another cough.

Siwon’s brows furrow at the sight and he leans down a little more to tuck Kyuhyun tighter with the blanket he brought. The younger boy shivers slightly, trying not to think why he does. Is it the cold ground he lays on? The scent that cold wind carried with itself and currently is tickling Kyuhyun’s sensitive nose?

He coughs again.

“Are you sick?” Siwon asks.

Probably, his mind screams, like I always am. I want to go home. Take me home.

“No” he answers after a second of hesitation. “I’m alright. It’s the dirt. I had to breathe it in by accident”

He knows that Siwon doesn’t believe him by the look on his face. But it’s better, to lie right now, to make it last longer…

“You should lie down too” Kyuhyun whispers, trying not to sound like cares. So much.

Siwon hesitates just for a moment.

“I can’t” he says. “I have to go back to my night shift. Just few more hours and I’ll be back”

Kyuhyun’s heart clenches. He knows exactly why the fear increases in him so much. He have to be prepared that one day he could not see him. So Kyuhyun looks at him, at his face, his thick brows, his sharp nose, thin lips and square jaw. He takes in everything he can…

He is sure Siwon knows his insecurities. The older man reaches out his hand, laying it on top of Kyuhyun’s head, caressing it slowly, gently.

“Be brave, Kyuhyun-ah” he says quietly and with these words he disappears in the night, not coming back before the sun rose up.

~

It continues like this for five days.

Every night Kyuhyun would lie down somewhere under a tree, or in a tent if they were staying for longer time, and Siwon… Siwon would come to him for a moment, or two, sit down beside him, draping the same warm blanket around his shaking from coughing shoulders. Sometimes they talk about their homes, about Ahra, about sun and fields and happy times. It feels like it was so long ago…

It continues like this for five days.

In those five days there wasn’t a single one night when Siwon would stay with Kyuhyun for more than this one or two moments.

~

When Siwon finally stays with him, Kyuhyun knows they’re close to their destination. He doesn’t care for other men around them. He just looks at Siwon, lying there with him, under the huge tree. They lay close, facing each other, whispering in hushed voices.

There is a moment when Siwon is looking at Kyuhyun, and it looks like he is listening to the younger boy, but his eyes have this happy yet pained glint. Kyuhyun tries to push away this weird sensation in his stomach but when he feels Siwon’s hand on his cheek, he realizes he can’t fight with it.

Now, it’s their lives – cold ground instead of the bed, stars above their heads instead of the roof, the embrace and soft kisses instead of home.

But, Kyuhyun thinks, trying not to cough, this home feels safe.

~

They find their enemy the next day, the battle flaring up minute by minute.

It is how he imagined it. Men lying on the ground with wounds, some of them dead, some of them still alive, struggling with the horrible pain. Kyuhyun looks at it with tight jaw, trying to survive, even though the knot in his lungs and throat eats him from the inside. He was not prepared for the fight like he should be, he just does what he thinks is right.

He knows he has no chance. Not with his poor condition. He knows he will die sooner or later.

That’s why he tries to push himself through the mass of bodies, fighting around him, looking for Siwon. He sees him, not so far away from him, and runs forward.

His heart beats madly and the only thing he can think now is please please no not him.

He blocked the tall, buff man from shoving the blade in Siwon’s chest with his own body, feeling hot blood making its way up his throat.

~

He didn’t see Siwon wrath, Siwon’s black eyes, the strength Siwon attacked the man with. He couldn’t feel his large hands on his cheeks, neither he could feel hot tears dripping onto his cold face.

At least Kyuhyun’s lips were still warm, Siwon noted.

~

Siwon took his body, when the battle died, not even joining the cheerful voices of his companions but making his way to the tree where they spend their last night.

He dig the grave with his own hands, placed Kyuhyun’s fragile body in it, not wanting to bury it back. He sat there for an hour only looking at his face. His tears didn’t make anything better, that’s why he covered the grave with soil and took some big stone, spending all night on engraving Kyuhyun’s name on it with a pocket knife.

CHO KYUHYUN

People say that he fought bravely and died protecting his country.

But Kyuhyun knows he lived, fought and died for his love.

A fool indeed 2/2

2011-04-29T19:47:52Z

The moment Choi Siwon made his way through the bar’s door, Kim Heechul held his breath. It was not because he was extremely handsome. Well, he was, tall, well build, dressed in good suit that made him look like a millionaire. But the reason why Heechul lost his thoughts was the fact that this man looked exactly like the first man he ever killed.

The pain in his head started suddenly thumping, until Heechul realized he was still holding his breath. It felt just like that night, when he felt as if the ground had been taken from under his body. He was falling, falling, his face covered with his tears.

The bar was dimmed but Heechul clearly saw as Sungmin reached the tall man and wrapped his arms around Siwon’s waist. The heir looked down at him and smiled, ruffling his hair. A guy beside him who looked exotic for some reason, had a smirk plastered to his face. He had to be the bodyguard, Heechul assumed.

At some point, when Heechul was still dumbfounded, he swore that along with Sungmin’s quick glance at him, Choi Siwon looked at him, too.

He came back home as if he was drunk.

He didn’t dare to come back again next day. He lay on his bed all day, only occasionally taking more alcohol from the fridge.

Maybe he shouldn’t do this.

In the evening Henry knocked at his door, tried to draw him out from the apartment, or at least make him open the door by shouting at the door. He left after thirty minutes of banging on the hard surface and Heechul finally closed his eyes and drifted away.

He came back to the bar on the third day. He sat on the stool at the bar and ordered a drink. Choi Siwon had been already sitting there, in the dim corner with Sungmin on his lap and his bodyguard sitting beside him with a glass in hand. The heir was running his fingers through Sungmin’s hair as the other was whispering something into his ear with a soft smile.

But that moment, Siwon’s and Heechul’s stare crossed.

Heechul swallowed with difficulty but smirked at the man and stood.

Then he walked out.

On the fourth day something snapped in Heechul.

He returned to the club, of course, but when he sat at his usual place, he didn’t catch a sight of Choi Siwon. The bar seemed desolated. But nevertheless he stayed, waiting for the man to show. However he didn’t expect him to grow out from behind him.

“Are you waiting for someone?” a warm breath hit his nape and Heechul instinctively quickly moved away. “Why so jumpy?” the voice chuckled.

Then the handsome face appeared in front of Heechul, with a gentle, dimpled smile. The older male shuddered.

“In fact yes, I am” he composed himself and send him a tempting smirk. He discretely look around to see if that damn bodyguard was there but it seemed like he was not. “Or rather was”

Siwon’s eyes twinkled with amusement and he moved a little closer to Heechul.

“So now what are you going to do?” he asked with husky voice.

Heechul had already an answer in his mouth however, he felt a feather like touch of Siwon’s outer side of fingers on his neck. It was only soft brush on his skin but it was enough to make him stiffen. His breath quickened slightly and then it almost disappeared, making him dizzy and angry. The feeling of rage grew in his stomach as the touch was still there, and Heechul felt sick again.

“I’m going to let you watch me leave” he hissed, trying to not to sound pissed.

He stood and yet again, he walked away.

He didn’t want to go to his flat so he decided to take a random, empty street. The rage that was in him veiled his mind with red. He wanted to do something with it. Do something… Something…

It was not his fault that happened in that alley. They came to him by themselves. They provoked him. They made him do this.

He was still pissed when two men appeared on the street Heechul was walking. They were obviously drunk, walking from one side to the other, laughing and singing. When they spotted him, they exchanged glances and knowing smirks and approached him.

Heechul didn’t give a damn that some older guys were heading to him, he was in his own world. But as one of them grabbed his arm tightly and snorted a “What’s up, pretty?” and “Wanna have some fun with us?”, he crooked his nose and tsk’ed with disgust. However, he was not prepared for a sharp tug and hard landing on the asphalt.

He was being pressed, face first, to the ground, his arms twisted to the back by one of them. Heechul roared with rage and tried to wriggle and kick with his feet but it did nothing. He felt a taste of blood in his mouth, apparently his lower lip was cut. His cheek stung, too, because of the harsh concrete.

Suddenly, they turned him over, keeping his limbs tight. The older looking male fumbled with Heechul’s belt buckle, as the other one prevented the young man from escaping. Heechul didn’t have the time to even think, alone to do something, when a cock was shoved brutally into his mouth.

His lips extremely stung. The man pushed his member deeper and deeper into Heechul’s mouth, until it hit the back of his throat. Heechul gagged and choked. It was the only chance for him. He bit the member hard, causing the male to wail in pain and withdraw. Heechul kicked him with his heel. The other man who was holding him, pushed himself away from Heechul with astonishment.

Heechul took the opportunity, lifted his pants’ leg and pulled out a knife he always carried with him.

They didn’t have a chance to run away, not in a condition they were. While one of the men was stumbling and crawling, Heechul stabbed the other one. He hit his leg first, then he tore his stomach open and finally, he stuck the knife in his throat. Hot blood was flowing at his hands, covering them completely. Heechul licked his lips, feeling not only his own blood, but new, fresh and oh, not his.

The whimper the other male made, made Heechul remember about him. The excitement was increasing along with an amount of the blood on Heechul’s body. The other man ended up with ripped throat, too, but when he was already lying lifelessly on the street, Heechul knelt beside him and pressed his thumbs into the opened wound.

He pressed, and pressed and couldn’t forget.

Heechul found himself back at the bar on the sixth day. He didn’t have time. He quickly found Siwon and sat beside surprised man, ignoring the sour look he got from his bodyguard.

“Do you still want to know what I’m going to do?” he whispered into his ear.

Siwon looked pleased. He smirked at Heechul and indicated the direction of private rooms with his chin. They stood up, but as the Chinese man did the same, Heechul crooked his nose.

“He’s going with us?” he hissed.

Siwon frowned and looked first at Heechul, then at his bodyguard.

“So?” he asked.

Heechul raised his brows and glared at Siwon.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me”

The heir’s stare on him was intense, but Heechul kept it, and finally, Siwon sighed.

“I guess yes” he turned to the other man, “HanGeng, go find MiMi and occupy your time”

The Chinese man wrinkled his forehead and did not move.

“Geng” Siwon’s voice softened.

“I’ll go if you allow me to search him”

Heechul’s eyes went wide. Of course, it was foreseeable. That’s why he didn’t bring anything with him. Only his hands.

He let the hands wander, searching for any possible weapon.

“Enjoy yourself as long as you can” he smirked at the Chinese man.

Han Geng only clenched his jaw and pushed him after he made sure he had nothing with him.

“Same goes to you” he growled and turned on his heel.

“Shall we go?” Heechul send Siwon his charming (forced) smile.

The room was small, it contained only a bed and a drawer in which, Heechul assumed, there were some toys. He immediately made his way to it, looking for one, certain object.

He thought about it earlier. Choi Siwon was one, big man. In a good way. But it was a problem for Heechul who didn’t even had a knife with him, alone a gun. He only had his hands and the handcuffs he found inside the drawer. He took it, turned to Siwon with a smug smile and spun the handcuffs on his finger.

“You don’t mind, do you?” he approached Siwon.

Siwon curved his lips into a smile and opened his shirt. He let Heechul run his fingers up and down his torso and slide his shirt down his arms with sensitive brush of Heechul’s hands. Siwon made a move with his arms to his neck but Heechul quickly grabbed his hands and forced them to rest on his butt. His own hands wandered to the younger’s face and cupped his cheeks. The kiss they shared was strong, hot and wet. Then the older male pushed the heir right onto the bed and straddled his thighs. He leaned down and licked a path up from Siwon’s bellybutton to his collarbones.

“Hands up, big boy” he purred, suggestively rolling his hips.

After he handcuffed him, Heechul let himself hover above the body beneath him. He looked deep into Siwon’s brown eyes and stuck his tongue out. He licked the other’s lips slowly, his one hand going down, straight to Siwon’s groin. A pleased hum escaped tied up man’s lips and it seemed like the amusement in his eyes grew.

Heechul proceeded with licking his lips, sticking the tongue from time to time inside the other’s mouth, as both his hands run last time along Siwon’s body and rested on his throat. He let his thumbs caress the Adam’s Apple for a while. The familiar sensation in his stomach bubbled.

But as he tried to tense his muscles to grip the throat tighter, he found out he couldn’t. Imagines from the past flooded his mind, screaming, wailing, crying inside his head. He remembered the coldness of the body he had had on his lap, the warm blood he had had on his hands and the feeling as if he had a hole where a heart should be. He remembered the weeks he had spent somewhere in the dark alley, behind the trash container, freezing cold.

“What are you waiting for?” Siwon’s voice made him go down to the earth. “Strangle me. Make me choke. Kill me”

Heechul choked on his saliva, feeling a single tear making its way down his cheek.

“Why… do you want to die?” he whispered in answer.

Siwon chuckled.

“No, but you were told to do this, right?”

Heechul widened his eyes and sat straight.

“Then if you knew, why didn’t you prevent it?” the older male clenched his jaw, his feelings messing his mind. Oh, how he wanted not to feel.

Suddenly, Siwon tugged at the handcuff’s chain, which broke under his strength easily, and raised himself into half-sit with the other male on his lap. Heechul frowned. A plastic chain?

“Of course I prevented it” the heir circled Heechul’s waist with one arm. “Sungmin told me you were asking about me. I knew you wouldn’t be able to kill me”

“How?” the question was barely a whisper now.

Siwon leaned forward, until his lips were brushing Heechul’s ear.

“I know your past, Heechul” he breathed into his ear. “I know everything. You killed your lover after he tried to choke you. I don’t know really why did you do this, but you did”

Silence. Heechul always told silence was the best to describe the moment. Moment like this.

“Do you want to know how do I know this?”

To be honest, Heechul didn’t know if he should nod or shake his head. He felt like any movement would make him sick.

Siwon’s lips were now almost kissing his earlobe and his fingers touched Heechul’s neck, like the first time, only slightly but enough to make him hold his breath.

“That boy… Your lover… Was my older brother”

Siwon didn’t stop him when Heechul jumped from the bed. No one stopped him when he made his way through the bar to the door. He was alone when he started running.

He ran through the empty, dirty street. His eyes stung, and he didn’t even know why. Why was his face wet? It didn’t rain. Heechul run for his dear life until he reached the familiar district where his apartment was. Even though he was slightly out of breath (damn cigarettes), he took the stairs (fuck that old hag) and ran to the door of his flat. His hands were shaking, he barely took out the keys and as he was trying to insert them into the lock, he swore he could hear the sound of his teeth grinding. His chest hurt, something like a big, strong fingers clenching on his heart and air passages, making him dizzy and sick.

He barely made on time to the bathroom where he immediately knelt in front of the toilet seat. He felt so horribly sick, so he inserted a finger inside his mouth and puked. Even though the acidic taste in his mouth was terrible he didn’t mind. Heechul heavily breathed through his nose but it made him only even more sick so he eventually gripped the edge of the porcelain toilet seat harder and let it flow through him.

Finally, after few minutes crouching on the tiled floor, Heechul stood up hesitantly, still feeling dizzy, and reached the sink. He turned on the tap, waited until the water was cold enough and stuck his head under the stream. He washed his mouth, because it felt like he had ate an acid-taste sand. After wiping his hair with some old towel, Heechul left the bathroom and reached the fridge. He took out two bottles of beers and grasped a packet of cigarettes from the table and run out. He headed for the roof.

He sat on the rough ground just on the edge, letting his feet dangle loosely in the air. With still shaky hands he lit the cigarette and took it into his mouth, trying to open the bottle without smashing it. Heechul gasped when it was suddenly pulled out of his hands. He tried to grip it harder but he was too late and so he looked up at seriously looking Henry’s face.

The young boy opened the bottle, then opened the second one and sat beside Heechul. He said nothing and they remained silent for a good while. The wind softly blew, making the strands of their hair dance around their heads. Heechul sucked a big puff of smoke into his lungs again and blew it out with his nose.

“Have you ever felt like jumping?” he asked suddenly, throwing the remainder of the cigarette ahead. It ends up falling down to the pavement. Then he took out another cigarette. “Have you ever thought that it’s not worth it?”

Henry didn’t even look at him. He only stared ahead, looking at the setting sun. It had vivid, red and pink color, and it seemed so far away it was almost sad. Even though Henry didn’t know why. He snorted, not knowing himself if he laughed at his weird thoughts about the sun or at Heechul’s words. Maybe both.

“Probably more times than you” those words were dripping with bitterness. “You’re at least at your own. And me… I have the most fucked-up grandmother ever. I live like a slave, I work as a slave and she tells me I’m nothing. There’s no better place than this”

Heechul’s mouth curved up a little bit. Well, it was nothing new, that old hag. As if she was born to mess up with people’s lives. She could do with her drug booth everything she wanted, destroy every life she wanted. However, it was sick to make a damage to this kid’s mind. Heechul didn’t like people. He didn’t like anybody. But it was not like he cared for Henry. He just hated her.

The feeling of sickness returned, but it accumulated and Heechul suddenly felt the need, the urge, to walk down the stairs, right to the certain door and run his fingers to the neck… old, wrinkled neck. He felt as if a hand squeezed his guts in excitement. Heechul wanted to stand up and run, just do something, because this feeling was slightly annoying, but so, oh so wonderful.

“Would you like to end it?” Heechul asked.

“What? My life?” Henry raised his brow and finally looked at the older male. “I’m too much of a coward to do this”

“Yes. Your life, but in a different meaning” Heechul stood up and flicked his pants from the gravel and dust. “End your old life and start with a new?”

Heechul swore he saw Henry’s eyes shine.

“As I thought” he snorted. “Do you have something with you that won’t have a conflict when put up with alcohol?”

Henry frowned and rummaged through his jeans’ pockets. He took out a variety of different colored pills and gave the sapphire blue one to him. Heechul looked at it, as it changed its color when the last sun rays touched it, and shoved it into his mouth. Then he took his bottle of beer and drank it in one go. The feeling in the pitch of his stomach increased. He turned his head to Henry.

“Throw those pills away. Do not take any of it. Go straight to the “Phoenix”… yes, I know they won’t let you in” he added, seeing as Henry was ready to point it out. “Tell them Heechul send you there and ask for Sungmin. He’ll take care of you. Once I’m done, I’ll join you and then we’ll think”

The young boy tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he didn’t disobey. He stood up, took the rest of the pills, threw them firmly ahead, so they landed somewhere on the streets and looked once again at Heechul.

Maybe the boy did understand what Heechul was going to do, because as he was about to go through the door which lead to the rooftop stairs, he turned his head to him and flashed him a beautiful, innocent smile.

A boy who did care about his own life.

Did he become like this because he was all alone?

It was worth it. Henry’s smile was worth it.

He wore a leather gloves, because hey, he did not want to get caught. That hag had enough enemies to make suspects out of everyone in the town. The satisfaction he got when he smacked her with the handle of his knife, the excitement when he gagged her mouth with some random scarf (“See, I cannot wear any scarf so I’ll make you wear one. So fuckin’ pretty”), the ecstasy when he put his long fingers around her neck and squeezed. The drug mixed with the beer took control over his brain in that moment. The room, even if it was already a night, was so red, so brightly red. Everything was spinning around but the firm grip on the neck remained. He hold onto it, it was the only way to not collapse.

He didn’t know where the blood came from. He couldn’t remember it when he tried to wash it. He had to hurry, to take all the money that witch had. He was slowly going down from his high when he reached his own apartment. Heechul rummaged through his stuff, taking out every single won he earned. His job was very well paid so they shouldn’t worry about money for the rest of their lives. After few seconds of thinking, he left the money that Mr. Park (Mr. Fuckin’ Park) gave him. He didn’t need it, he had his own and it was enough to live. Heechul almost didn’t care about the words he once was told (“You don’t want to know what I’d do to you if you won’t complete this task”).

As he was going downstairs and stopped for a little while to look for the last time at that door, he pondered why hadn’t he dyed his hair red yet?

A fool indeed 1/2

2011-04-29T19:47:29Z

Title : A fool indeed
Author : addictivemonkey
Pairing : Heechul-centric, HenChul, SiChul, HeeMin, SiHan, mentioned! SiMin and SiMi
Genre : thriller, angst, fucked-up killer!au
Rating : R
Warnings : READ IT death, blood, (underage)drugs, breathplay, prostitution, swearing, nearly!rape
Words : 6 353
Disclaimer : this is only my sick imagination
Summary : Heechul has some problems with his own self. He was like this all his life. Or maybe he became like this because he was all alone?

A/N : WHAT IS THIS?! Okay, so I blame my unnie, static_abyss, and her fic, with this awesome dark au. This is not exactly her au but I wanted to try it, and I fell in love, and I already plan some off-shots to this. OTL, I’m sick because I like sick things. But I’m used to Japanese gore so compared to gore this is just a bedtime story. I don’t know what to write here anymore, so just enjoy. And make sure you read the warnings! And oh, I haven’t reread this so if some big error throws itself on you with claws, please, let me know ;A;

Heechul shivered slightly, covering himself with the thin blanket. The window was opened, and he started wondering as he couldn’t recall when did he exactly opened it. Maybe after he came back to the apartment, and wrinkled his nose with disgust when the stale scent filling the room hit him. The strong odor of alcohol was enough to make him drunk again, that’s for sure.

Heechul sat up one the bed and bent down to take one of the empty soju bottle, but as he lifted it, another one toppled and rolled until it hit the table leg with quiet clink. The man quickly grabbed that one and few others which lay near and made his way to the trash bin. It was filled to the rim, however he managed to cram the bottles and he took the bag as he left the apartment.

He took the stairs, he always took the stairs, because his neighbor, that old, ever complaining hag tended to shoot him dirty glances every time he returned back home early in the morning. How did she know that? Heechul supposed she was lurking behind her door, looking through the peephole every thirty seconds, just because she was old, creepy, bored woman. Or she really was a witch. The thing was that Heechul didn’t like her. He knew that this feeling was mutual, and it didn’t make things better. That old lady would always nag about him to their landlord – about his queer appearance, doubtful job (although she didn’t even know a thing about his job) and his behavior. The owner didn’t give a shit as the place was located in the gloomy district itself.

As the matter of fact, the old lady was not a saint herself, Heechul knew it for sure. She barely came out, only when she had to go downstairs and walk her cat (“A crazy hag with a cat. Beautiful” Heechul murmured, curving his lips in a contemptuous smirk) and because she had problems with her leg, she had to take the rusty, unsteadily looking lift. That’s why Heechul always took stairs. And as he walked down, he wished that maybe someday, the lift will just stop in the middle of the two levels. But bringing back the topic, his neighbor was just a little, dirty drug seller.

He often saw some of her clients, making their way out of her room with little bags in their hands. To be honest, Heechul sometimes bought some of her stuff himself, too. Not that she knew. He got to know her grandson who lived with her, Henry. And as Heechul was not very sociable person, he liked the boy from the first time they talked.

Henry was only seventeen, but he already was in deep shit. His parents disappeared with the last money they got, and left Henry (only fifteen) in an empty place, which was their home at some point. Henry knew only one living member of his family, his grandmother. He saw her a few times, but she was not a typical grandma even back then. Being left without a choice, Henry found that messy building and he gave up himself to his crazy grandmother. The young boy told Heechul about his first steps into the drugs world, and even if Heechul did not give a shit about other people’s lives, he found himself lighting his cigarette with slightly shaking hands. Heechul was the one to chose his lifestyle, but that kid had been brutally forced into the world he’d never knew.

“Do you ever regret?” Heechul asked one evening, leaning against the railing of the building’s roof. “Would you chose the street if you knew what she’d shove you into?”

Henry looked at him surprised, a cigarette in one hand, a blue pill in the other. Then he looked at the pill, obviously wondering for a while.

“Dunno” he said finally, snorting briefly. “Even if I’d chosen the street, I’d have end up like this. Either that or whoring myself for the money”

Heechul remained silent. He only looked at the setting sun which reminded him of the puddle of fresh blood. It wasn’t the time for pitying. For Heechul it was never the time for pitying. The cold silence was enough to describe the words.

“And you know what?” Henry asked suddenly, after a few moments of the silence. “The worst thing about it is that I don’t even fucking know what would be worse” and then he swallowed the pill.

They stayed on that roof for next four hours, until Henry was back from his high. As Heechul stared without a word at Henry, he wondered if he was like this at that age. The young boy was pointing at the stars every now and then, giggling like a mad and puffing his chubby cheeks out. It was the only time Heechul saw him like this.

A little boy who not cared about his life.

Back to the old days, when Heechul had been around Henry’s age, the beautiful age of seventeen, he’d been in love. Looking at it from the perspective of the time, he pondered, maybe it hadn’t been exactly love. He’d been young, he’d been regularly attending school, nothing special. His parents hadn’t been wealthy, but they’d been managing. Heechul had been an outcast, always too quiet, too antisocial, too pretty. Yes, they had described him as pretty back in school, as well as he was already twenty-three. He’d never considered it as a bad thing, though. It was always useful. People were foolish ever since, and he was gladly taking those advantages.

His school crush had been a guy. It hadn’t surprised Heechul that much, seeing as he’d barely ever looked at any girl like that. They had been too loud, too straightforward and too… girly. And he had not been like that at all. That guy had been soft-spoken, gentle and polite, but in the same time he’d defend and protect his property like a wild animal.

It was not a heart-breaking story, where a main character, school’s master weirdo, secretly loves the star – painfully good-looking idol. On the contrary, they’d involved themselves into a fiery affair, based on pure lust. It had occurred that the Holy Boy had been everything but holy.

The memories from school for Heechul had been filled with images of him pressed to the wall of an empty corridor, grinding against hot, hard flesh, him being on his knees with a cock deep down his throat, or him in the bed, a bigger silhouette hovering above him, fucking him into the sheets as the guy’s hands wandered to Heechul’s throat, clenching around it. It had been the first and the only time Heechul had been scared. That sick bastard had loved sick games like that, but for Heechul it had been a once in a lifetime experience.

Since then, he cannot stand when someone’s touching his neck. He cannot even wear a necklace or a scarf, because he feels like that night, cold fingers digging into his skin, cutting the access from air.

But he should not be afraid anymore.

Because the warmth of blood warmed the feeling of those cold fingers that night.

Heechul bumped the bag with his trash somewhere against the bricked wall of the building. No one ever cared where it landed, really. He leaned against that wall, not minding its dirty surface, and took a packet of cigarette from the pocket of his leather jacket. He lit it and took a deep breath in. The smoke filled his lunges quickly, and the feeling spread over his all body. Nicotine was the dumbest addict that ever existed, Heechul thought. Alcohol makes you forget about things for a moment (“But then you have to drink more”), drugs make you forget about things for a longer while and sometimes even make you happy (“But then you die in the street like a fuckin’ rat”), even a freakin’ chocolate makes you happy and not hungry (“But you end up being a fat bitch”). And cigarettes? It’s something only to occupy your hands. It doesn’t make you feel any better (“And if it does, then you’re sick”), and on the top of that you can end up with a fluffy pet named cancer.

Maybe he was a sick man, he thought.

Heechul shivered from cold, threw the remainder of the cigarette on the ground and made his way back to the apartment.

“Kim Heechul!”

Once he heard his name called out by that voice, he knew he should be patient. One day, he swore, he will slice her throat open with a kitchen knife. It didn’t matter she was Henry’s grandmother. He guessed Henry would gladly joined him.

Maybe that was a good reason?

“… That brat! Do you even listen to me?!” the old woman shouted. “You keep doing filthy business under this roof and I do not like a thing about you!”

She continued her nagging, but Heechul did not listen to her. Images of what possibly he could do to her were flooding his mind, until someone’s different, softer voice made him come back to the reality. Henry stood beside his grandmother, obviously pissed at her as she didn’t want to listen to him.

“I told him you’re out for a while and he should tell me what he wants, but he was being stubborn and he told me to fuck myself because he wants you to answer the phone” he told her with a low tone, and added, “He said something about you being a swindler”

“I’ll give him a swindler, let me just take the goddamn phone, and I will tell him something about swindler!” the woman hollered, waving her skinny hands around her with chaotic manner. “That son of a bitch paid me less then he should and I, genially, let him go only because he’s a permanent client!”

Her screams filled the whole staircase and then it was cut with a loud smash of closed lift’s doors.

“Thanks, Henry” Heechul murmured, hands still clenched into fists.

Breathe.

The kid didn’t have the time to answer because Heechul immediately disappeared from his sight.

When Heechul opened the door to his apartment, the phone had been already ringing. He cursed loudly and jogged to the phone.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Kim Heechul” it was not a question but a statement. Heechul frowned.”I’ve heard you take jobs”

“Where did you find this number?” he asked, rather angry, because if someone had a job for him, they’d call on his cell phone, not on the home phone.

“I have my connections, Mr. Kim” the voice was low and husky. “But that’s not important now…”

“Yes, it is” Heechul interrupted him sharply. “I have a private number for conversations like this. If you want something from me, call again, on the right number” he slammed the phone back, breathing deeply.

Surely, people were annoying creatures.

The sound of the phone ringing again hit his ears. Heechul quickly grabbed it and answered.

“I don’t think we’ve understood each other, Mr. Kim” the voice sounded cold now. “I’m not someone who you can just toss away. My offer is not something you can so easily reject”

“Who are you?”

“I’m a client. I don’t think you have to know everything, seeing as you’re only doing your job without knowing your boss, right? It’s safer. Let’s say I’m Mr. Park”

Heechul tsk’ed and approached the window, which was covered with thick curtain. He lightly withdrew it and peeked through the gap looking around outside.

“And what do you want, Mr. Park?”

“You don’t have to be so suspicious, Mr. Kim. I can already tell you that I’m sitting inside my car which is parked on the other side of your street. You don’t have to hide behind the curtain”

Heechul cursed under his nose, careful not to let that bastard hear it.

“I’m going to head to the point of our conversation, Mr. Kim” the voice purred into his ear. “I want you to kill somebody for me”

“Wow, that’s new” he snorted in response.

The man hummed, as though he was amused.

“He’s not an easy target. The first part of payment is at your door right now, Mr. Kim” there was a brief pause. “After the work is done, you’ll get the second which will be the same as the first”

Heechul quickly ran to the door, opened them sharply and looked around. There was no one in the corridor, only a black suitcase and an envelope on top of it. He took it and made his way back to the room.

“So who’s the lucky man?” Heechul murmured to the phone.

“Everything’s in the envelope. I expect it to be done before end of the week” the man paused and hummed again. “You don’t want to know what I’d do to you if you won’t complete this task”

Heechul had already some snarky riposte inside his mouth but the sound of disconnected line filled his ear. He violently put away the phone and glared at the suitcase lying on his couch.

Seven days to kill, huh?

It’s ironic how Heechul, a person who doesn’t like to be around people, meets so many of them because of his job. He knows dealers, prostitutes, man who sell every kind of weapon. He knows thieves, swindlers, some important personas in the underground world. That’s why he doesn’t trust anyone. He got to know the worst people that ever lived, he is one of them.

The instructions inside the envelope were simple.

He had exactly seven days to kill a man named Choi Siwon. He was the only son of a local underground mafia’s boss. Leader’s condition was getting worse, so soon that Siwon guy was going to take over the business. He often visited local bar, Phoenix, which to tell the truth was just a whorehouse. The personal bodyguard, some Chinese guy, never left his side.

Of course the instructions were simple. If you only were able to read, you could honestly say that it was simple.

But filling the task was not.

Firstly, reading from the paper, Choi Siwon was an only son. Which meant that he had to have a though protection. Which in turn led to the problem of avoiding the guards. Secondly, a whorehouse? Seriously? He did not work at the whorehouse so it was slightly troublesome, because his task was to attract this guy’s attention and then just to kill him. But if he was distracted with whores, Heechul had no chance. Finally, that personal bodyguard worried him. If he’d never left Choi Siwon’s side, it was a problem. Heechul only hoped that his target didn’t take his bodyguard even to his bedroom.

He was about to find out.

Heechul knew Sungmin from Phoenix. The man was working there as a prostitute, not because he didn’t have money, but because he had been sold there. Heechul didn’t know the whole story, he met this man only twice or thrice. They fucked once.

Sungmin was a person who didn’t belong to the world of prostitution. As you looked at him, he was petite. He had nice, black hair with his bangs covering slightly his dark, large eyes. His lips had this perfect m-shape that looked adorable. He liked wearing white, tight pants what made him popular among clients who liked that innocent look. Of course, it didn’t mean they were gentle with him.

There was also a man named Zhou Mi. He was Chinese, very tall with ridiculously long legs and wide smile. He was a diva type. Of course, Heechul knew about him very little, as he only knew him by sight. Zhou Mi flirted with his clients and was obviously the one to control things.

“Heechul?”

Heechul was sitting at the bar when someone’s familiar voice reached him. He turned his head and was met with an intense stare of Sungmin’s deep eyes.

“What are you doing here?” the younger male asked and sat beside him. “It’s been a while since I last saw you”

Heechul nodded, sipping his beer.

“Busy with work” he mumbled into his bottle.

“And you’re here for…?” Sungmin smiled suggestively.

“Not tonight” Heechul snorted, eyeing the other man. “I’m looking for someone. Do you know Choi Siwon?”

Upon hearing that name Sungmin stiffened and frowned. He looked at the older man.

“Why?”

Heechul rolled his eyes.

“I have a proposition for him” he said evasively.

“I can’t give the information about clients” Sungmin stated. And then he randomly added, stuttering a bit, “He’s… he’s a good guy. Really nice and… and charming”

Heechul snorted again. A charming and nice mafia’s boss son. Wonderful.

“I don’t care what he’s doing with you behind the closed door. I just want to know if he goes here and how does he look like”

Sungmin eyed him suspiciously and tsk’ed.

“He is a regular. Most of the time he asks for me. But if I’m busy, he takes Zhou Mi”

“Is he going to be tonight?”

“I guess”

Heechul took out a cigarette.

“If he comes, you’ll go straight to him” he instructed the petite man. “That way I’ll know which one is him”

And he waited.

PART 2

Mr Chic

2011-04-22T15:52:24Z

Title : Mr Chic
Author : addictivemonkey
Pairing : SiMi (teasing!Mi), hint of Siwon/others
Rating : NC-17
Genre : smut, PWP
Words : 2 656
Disclaimer : I own the story
Summary : Zhou Mi dancing to Miss Chic is a really inviting scene

A/N : OTL. I don’t even know what these boys are doing to me anymore. I’ve been watching Zhou Mi’s solo all day and SDAFTESDRTFY%$^ I wanna jump him. But instead I decided to write THIS. I saw Zhou Mi’s fierce moves and THIS and OTL. It came. Really. And I don’t know how many times I’ve heard this song today, because I kept repeating it on my laptop while writing. Yeah.

Zhou Mi had nice legs.

Really, really nice legs. Siwon knew it from the first time he saw the Chinese man. They were long, longer than Siwon’s, and lean. It didn’t matter what kind of pants Zhou Mi had on. It always looked gorgeous on him. Of course, Siwon preferred him in those fitting ones, those which hugged his legs just fine and showed his ass.

Sometimes Siwon had this strange urge to check how it would feel to have those legs around his hips.

Everyone liked Zhou Mi. Maybe at the beginning some of the boys thought that he’s rather strange. But they got to know him slowly, and they ended loving him. How could you not when Zhou Mi was all about smile, colors and rainbow around you? And he loved hugging.

Siwon loved hugging too, you see. It was a win-win situation.

It was not because he had to perform ‘fan service’. Well, it had some advantages – he was making his fans happy, but really… he liked skinship. Everyone knew it, and they just allowed him to be touchy because it was the way he was.

Of course Siwon used his hugging-freedom whenever he could. He especially loved wrapping his arms around Zhou Mi’s thin waist from behind. He always smelled so sweet, Siwon couldn’t stop himself from sniffing his hair secretly every time he plastered himself to the Chinese man. Okay, maybe not that secretly because Zhou Mi would always laugh sincerely and he would playfully slap Siwon’s hands resting on his stomach.

He couldn’t care less about smirking Kyuhyun in the corner.

Siwon had to admit. He was addicted.

He knew. He knew from the beginning which song would be Zhou Mi’s solo. Siwon thought that maybe, a little bit, he underestimated Zhou Mi. He hadn’t seen his rehearsals before the actual show. Everyone was so busy with their own schedule, he couldn’t find the time to go by and watch. Only Kyuhyun had seen it because Zhou Mi asked him to. Every time they came back home from the training room, Kyuhyun would throw a glance at Siwon and smirk evilly at him.

The platform is raising. Zhou Mi’s legs spread wide.

Siwon guessed that if he’d seen Zhou Mi’s solo earlier, he’d have been prepared for it.

Few steps forward.

Or maybe not. He’d have never been prepared for it. Not even in next few years.

Weird sunglasses land somewhere on the stage.

Siwon stood behind the stage, looking mesmerized at the screen where he could clearly see every move Zhou Mi made.

His belly skin visible for a moment.

Siwon felt that he had problem with swallowing his saliva. It seemed like his lips went dry.

Energetic dance moves.

Of course, Eunhyuk was the dance machine in Super Junior, Donghae loved dancing too, and he was good at it, but why did Zhou Mi looked like he was some kind of king of the dancefloor?

Smirk for the camera.

Some girl from the stuff approached Siwon and wiped his sweat from his forehead, probably presuming he was still exhausted from their previous show. Oh, if she knew…

Those long legs… and leather gloves.

Be strong, Siwon, he told himself. You still have some songs to perform.

So he waited.

The show came to an end but of course before they barged into the van they had to exchange few words with people from the management, they politely answered to the words of congratulations from the stuff and finally, finally, made their way to the van.

Siwon made sure that he caught Zhou Mi in his one-arm hug, placing his hand on his hip and pressing himself to Chinese man’s side. Siwon moved his head so his lips were brushing against Mi’s ear.

He was really lucky that Kyuhyun was so sleepy, he didn’t pay attention to surroundings.

“You were great, Mi-ge” his hot breath tickled Zhou Mi’s ear.

Siwon’s heart was ready to jump out of his chest when he saw, and felt, Zhou Mi shivering and closing a little his eyes. They reached the van. Siwon took his hyung’s wrist and pulled him to the very end of the car, where seats weren’t separated so when they sat, there was nothing to keep them apart.

Siwon again pressed himself to Mi’s side, his arm finding his way around older’s waist. It seemed like Zhou Mi was not surprised at all. He only smirked and encircled Siwon’s waist with his arms, just like the latter did to him. Then he pressed his nose to Korean man’s neck.

No one was paying them attention. Siwon thought he was ready to die from happiness.

Zhou Mi body, even if wrapped in clothes, was hot. His skin burned Siwon’s and this made him lightheaded. They were heading to their hotel rooms, everyone asleep, or with headphones on. So the older man decided to use this opportunity to tease Siwon some more. He lifted his head a little, only to be able to trace soft patterns with his nose on Siwon’s neck. He giggled soundlessly when he felt the other stiffening. Then he replaced his nose with his lips, only brushing lightly, nothing else. Zhou Mi saw with the corner of his eye Siwon’s pants. Tight.

He placed one of his hands on younger’s thigh, brushing circles with his thumb. Zhou Mi shot a brief glance around the inside of the van, and when he found that nobody was looking, he stuck his tongue and licked along Siwon’s neck, up to his jaw and right to his ear. Then he sucked gently on his earlobe and breathed softly.

“你也有好感為何你不勇敢向前*”Zhou Mi sang, or rather moaned quietly.

If Siwon hadn’t been hard before, he certainly was then. He knew Chinese just enough to understand the line from the song Zhou Mi sang that evening.“You have these feelings too, So why won’t you bravely step forward?”

Siwon felt his blood flowing down, he heard its hum in his temples. The car was suddenly too hot to bear, and he just wanted to lick Zhou Mi’s lips. He had to refrain himself from making small noises in the back of his throat because the rest of the group was still oblivious about them. But he couldn’t stop a quiet moan he let out when the Chinese man placed his hand on Siwon’s bulge.

Siwon sighed. The fabric of his pants was suddenly unnecessary but in the same time it made a great friction. But he decided that he wanted some more. Only skin on skin, feel Zhou Mi’s hand on his…

He cried out when Zhou Mi moved away. Siwon opened his eyes, which he didn’t even know he had shut. He saw his hyung leaning against the seat in front of them, where Sungmin sat with Kyuhyun whose head was resting on Min’s shoulder. He couldn’t hear what Zhou Mi said to them (or rather just to Sungmin, because Kyuhyun was snoring lightly).

Sungmin seemed to be hazed a little too, probably he’d been just about to go to sleep too. Siwon only caught his head nodding in agreement and his lazy smile. He could swear he saw Sungmin winking at him. But he couldn’t care less when Zhou Mi was leaning back against him, murmuring soft Chinese words to his ear.

“I hope you don’t mind me in your room tonight?” he asked, brushing his lips sweetly against his earlobe. “I asked ShengMin to take Kui Xian to our room, so we don’t have to worry”

Siwon didn’t have the time to answer him because then van stopped and their manager shouted from the front of the car,

“Guys, wake up, we’re here” he cut off to take his bag, “Ok, you all know where your rooms are, tomorrow you have only an interview in the evening and a fan meeting so take your rest!”

Hyukjae, Donghae and Henry went out first, but seeing Ryeowook stumble with his bags, Henry told his hyungs to go and he stayed behind to help Ryeowook. Sungmin, supporting barely conscious Kyuhyun, made their way to the hotel. Kyuhyun only looked with furrowed brows at him and then at Siwon and Zhou Mi but he said nothing. Maybe he was still half asleep.

They were the only ones left however Zhou Mi quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him gently in right direction.

To their hotel room.

Their way to the room was normal. Zhou Mi just kept grinding himself against Siwon as much as he could but it was it. However, when they only reached the door Zhou Mi pushed him through them and slammed him against the wooden surface. Siwon groaned in pain but he decided that he was not angry when Zhou Mi pressed himself hard against him. Their mouths were so close, nose brushing, hot breath on their faces. Siwon almost wailed when the Chinese man licked his lower lip.

“Tell me, Shiyuan” he murmured right against his lips. “Do you want me?”

If Siwon hadn’t been so aroused, he would have laughed at that question. Seriously, did Zhou Mi not see him, see how much of him was reduced to brainless mush? Instead he leaned forward and caught Zhou Mi’s lips with his own.

It seemed that Zhou Mi was as eager as he was. The Chinese man kissed him back, brushing his long fingers through Siwon’s hair, massaging his head. The younger man placed his hands on latter’s hips and slowly started sliding them up, under the thin fabric of Mi’s T-shirt.

Just as he thought. Zhou Mi’s skin was fiery hot.

Not only his skin was hot. The cavern of his mouth was too, Siwon found out as he slipped his tongue into it. Zhou Mi tasted of coffee and something that was only Zhou Mi. He tried to think about something that would fit that description but his thought were interrupted when he suddenly felt a tug on his shirt. Zhou Mi pulled him, dragging him towards the bed. It happened really fast, as the older man pushed him onto the bed.

Siwon doubted he ever saw something more sexier than Zhou Mi straddling his hips, running his hand down his own body. He had never suspected him to be so… bold in bed. Not like he minded. No, of course not. The sight of Zhou Mi touching himself, running his fingers through his soft hair and arching his back was absolutely gorgeous. Siwon couldn’t help but brush his hands down Zhou Mi’s thighs. Oh, how he wanted them to be out of those pants.

“Shiyuan” hearing a moan, he looked up just in time to see half-opened mouth and dark eyes, covered slightly by too long fringe.

He had never undressed himself that fast in his entire life. First shirt then pants along with underwear. He only got to catch a slight view of Zhou Mi licking his lips at the sight before he reversed their position. Suddenly the older man was beneath him, smirking and grinding his hips against Siwon’s. Siwon pursed his lips tightly, not letting Mi have his way. He made a show of sliding Zhou Mi’s shirt up, licking one of his nipples.

Zhou Mi arched and moaned, bringing his hand to Siwon’s hair and making him focus on that part of his chest. However Siwon had his own plans. He lowered himself further, licking older man’s stomach all the way to the edge of his pants. Buttons were no problem at all, and therefore a moment later he was pulling the clothing down, past Zhou Mi’s milky thighs, until they reached his ankles. Siwon threw them somewhere to the side.

At least, Siwon had the sight of Zhou Mi’s thighs. He focused his stare there, roaming his fingers along the inside of the soft flesh. He could feel the shivers running down Chinese man’s thighs. Siwon leaned down and pressed his lips to the one of them, licking, nipping and biting softly. Zhou Mi was moaning all this time, his fingers brushing yet again through Siwon’s dark hair. Siwon felt the grip on his hair tightened when his mouth shifted a little up, to his groin. He smirked, pushing those eager hips down, and took the head of Mi’s cock to his mouth.

Zhou Mi threw his head back, his hair already a mess on the pillow. It felt incredible, having Siwon’s mouth on him, sucking him. Inch by inch, the younger man took him deeper and deeper until he tip of Zhou Mi’s cock touched the back of his throat. Chinese man pursed his lips and withdrew from the tight heat just to thrust in again. Surprisingly, Siwon didn’t protest. He let Zhou Mi fuck his mouth as he liked.

When he decided it was enough, Siwon withdrew, but not without small trouble in form of Zhou Mi’s strong grip at his hair. However he succeeded and wiped the corner of his mouth, looking down at his hyung who lay on the bed, breathing heavily.

Many people told Siwon he had perfect, solid body. But as he watched Zhou Mi naked, on his bed, he decided he liked the other man’s body better. So lean. Those long legs…

Oh, now he remembered. How he’d been wondering how it’d feel to have those legs around him.

Siwon moved, hovering above Zhou Mi, kissing his beautiful jaw.

“Zhou Mi-ge” whispers sinkin into the older’s skin, Siwon forced him to look at him. “Mi-ge”

“Take me, Shiyuan” Zhou Mi pleaded. “Take the lube from Kui Xian’s bag”

Siwon frowned but did as he was told. He would ask him later.

Returning to the bed, he poured generous amount of lube onto his fingers and immediately placed them at Zhou Mi’s entrance. One finger went in without problems. Second, third. Siwon was already so impatient he wanted to take him right there and then. But he took his time, scissoring his fingers inside, licking Zhou Mi’s chest in the same time.

“Enough, Shiyuan” the older moaned, catching his wrist and pulling his fingers out.

Siwon nodded, took the small bottle again, and slicked his own cock.

Nothing could be compared to the feeling of pushing inside Zhou Mi or his thighs around Siwon’s hips. Korean male leaned down to catch his hyung’s lips with his own, pushing his tongue inside. He started moving only when Zhou Mi made the first move himself, wriggling on the sheets. He thrusted into him all the way, making Zhou Mi moan. The older male threw his arms around Siwon’s neck and scratched his back muscle while moving his hips in time with Siwon’s. He felt the heat in his guts increasing. He reached blindly, trying to find the other’s lips once more.

Siwon had never slept with someone so bold before. Kyuhyun was rather quiet and liked to be in charge of everything. Sungmin of course liked to experiment but for those two times he slept with him, they took it more slowly. Comparing this with Yesung, whom he slept once with, was not necessary. Zhou Mi was the only one who moaned shamelessly to his ear, scratched his back and arched off the bed so deliciously. And oh, those Chinese words whispered right to his lips. It was something different, something worth trying…

“MiMi” he licked Zhou Mi’s earlobe and with only that whisper, the older male came, shuddering, moaning loudly Siwon’s name.

With the few final quick thrusts Siwon came too, repeating “MiMi” with deep, rough voice.

As they lay next to each other, Zhou Mi’s head on his chest, Siwon felt sleepy. The last thought his mind registered was that maybe, just maybe, Zhou Mi would make a private show for Siwon, singing Miss Chic in nothing but leather pants.

Oh my.

Geng fanart

2011-04-21T16:17:39Z

So, this is old work. I don't really remember when I started drawing this ~.~

Like you see, I focused on Geng's head - hair and eyes. I know I should finish this properly but I don't think I'll be able to. Drawing is not my best skill ;o;
I don't know myself if I like it. Well... let me know if you like it :)

I dedicate this fanart to my lovely unnie static_abyss cause she's Geng biased and I hope you like it <3

More I look at it more I don't like it D:

Personal stuff

2011-04-05T13:29:22Z

So! It's been a long time I wrote anything here... yeah. There won't be any update for at least another week 'cause my birthday is just this Sunday and I'm going to Miyavi's concert (hell yeah, the best 18th birthday everrr~~~).

I know, I still have to write a QMiMin for Teukiesu, EunHae on board for my lovely Zuzka and MinKhun for MingShi <3 And maaany many more fics. Recently I've had [more] problems with my laptop and with those damn viruses. And then when my files were saved, it occurred that I can't even open ANY of my fics. Yeah. I was sooo desperate. But now I'm ok so I suppose I have to get my lazy ass to work. Wish me luck and lot of inspiration~

We are sharing the fate (3/?)

2011-02-15T11:05:06Z

Title : We are sharing the fate (3/?)
Main paring : SiHan
Side parings : QMi, EunHae, YeWook, one-sided!YeWon?
Rating : PG-13 (for now)
Genre : vampire!AU, romance, thriller?
Disclaimer : at least story is mine

Summary : In this world vampires exist. But most of the people don’t know about it. They don’t know also that there are two types of vampires. Siwon is a vampire. Han Geng is a human. They meet at the night bar but after a pleasant night Siwon disappears. Since then, Han Geng seems to see him everywhere but can’t approach him.

A/N : I had a hard time writing this. I really want this fic to be good and dark and all but it seems like the plot isn’t coming :< Don’t know what to think about it. But here you are! Guess who is Yunho’s ‘missed person’? >8D

When Yesung reached the bathroom doors Siwon already had been waiting.

“Where is he?” he asked the younger man and stood beside him.

“He’s talking with Leeteuk” Siwon’s face was tensed. “When he’s done we’re going out from here”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere where we can talk without witnesses” he turned his head to the right and glanced at the bar where Leeteuk was talking with the black-haired guy. “You said that you found a new place to stay, right?”

Yesung frowned. He should have expected this.

“Yeah, not so far away from here”

Siwon nodded his head and clenched his jaw. He seemed to be impatient. Yesung looked around.

“Where are the others?” he asked, frowning.

“I send them a message. They are scanning the area” Siwon answered to him without even looking at him. His eyes were glued to one certain person. “I mean, you saw this. How could he managed… there’s something wrong!”

Yesung nodded and looked at the bar. His eyes met right with the guy’s soft brown ones. He jerked his head, pointing the entrance of the club with it, and the three of them left.

***

Yesung’s new apartment was located in quiet neighborhood. It was hidden in the maze of buildings and it seemed like no one of his neighbors cared about who he was. Perfect.

The flat was not big but certainly was enough for one person. There was a bathroom with a shower, living room with open kitchen and a small balcony. The furniture were a bit old, there was no TV and there was no sign of using the kitchen. It looked like a normal flat, there were thousands out there. But it seemed like this one had no soul.

Just like them.

The silence between them was thick. They had to wait until they reached Yesung’s flat to be finally able to talk freely. Siwon was tensed. He walked in first and immediately approached the window. He caught a glimpse of Zhou Mi’s tall silhouette on the other side of the street. With one swift movement Siwon pulled the curtains until they covered up all of the windows. After that he made no move. He just stood there, not even turning to face them.

Yesung stood by the frame of the open entrance of his kitchen. He was watching intensively Sungmin’s not so uptight reaction. Indeed, Sungmin was the most relaxed one in the room. His eyes were wandering from one corner to the other, obviously judging the décor. He wrinkled his nose when he saw a rotten green pillow on the couch. It seemed like he was not aware of the heavy atmosphere and didn’t even know why he was there.

“How come you’re alive?” Sungmin raised his brows and looked up to meet Siwon’s dark, intense eyes. Man’s voice was low and somehow dangerous.

“Oh, nice to see you too, Siwonnie” Sungmin snorted and finally decided to sit down on the couch. Far away from the pillow. “I guess when I’m not around, your manners are declining”

Siwon’s lips didn’t even twitch. He still wore the dark look on his face and that made Sungmin sigh.

“Quit the jokes now, Sungmin” Siwon murmured. “You know that your presence gives us problems in this situation and the fact you’re one of us doesn’t help much either”

Sungmin tsked and run one hand through his messy black hair. He had a black eyeliner on his eyelids what made him look sensually. His pants were black, just like the military-styled jacket he wore. Sungmin leaned back on the couch and looked at Siwon, waiting for him to continue.

This time Siwon sighed, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

“Look, it’s not like I’m mad at you or not happy that you’re alive. But… everybody saw it. I saw it” he said, looking through the window again. “Yunho killed you. He… he tore you”

Sungmin suddenly giggled. Siwon’s eyes widened and Yesung frowned. Maybe he went crazy because all of this I-got-killed-but-resurrected thing? Sungmin eventually stopped and tilted his head.

“Yeah, I guess it looked like this” he said. “I’m sorry, Siwonnie, I know you’re the leader and all but if you knew you wouldn’t let me do that”

“What are you talking about?” Yesung snapped at him nervously.

“I was not even close to dying. Well, maybe I should start from the beginning? It all started not so long ago, maybe a year ago, when the first child disappeared. Remember? This 7-year old girl from the center. They caught her, but you knew that from the beginning. However, what you didn’t know was that Yunho was killing those people”

Siwon took a sharp breath and squinted his eyes.

“Let me finish. Yunho was new to their team. They found him after the first attack. He was wild and didn’t know how to control his desires. They tried to teach him because, well, he’s one of them, but he was hard to train. That’s why there was so many people missing that time. Every of their vampires kills people but he was too much”

Siwon turned his back to Sungmin and listened. In the same time he was looking through the curtains to make sure someone from his group was nearby. Right then he saw Kyuhyun, approaching Zhou Mi. They talked with hushed voices and looked around. Siwon shook his head and focused on Sungmin again.

“I met him one night near the river. He was exhausted, scared, he was shivering. I wanted to kill him right there but he pleaded me. He told me that he didn’t want to be like this. He was fighting with himself. Yunho told me he run away from them. He didn’t have any plan. He just walked through the door and left them”

There was a sound of Yesung’s snort. Sungmin’s lips twitched.

“Yeah, I know. Stupid. But he was desperate to get away from them. He told me about a man he wanted to find. He begged me to hide him. I made a deal with him. He will return and he will give me informations about them. In return, I promised to help him. So he became my spy inside of Kim’s house.”

Siwon’s head hurt. There was too much thoughts and too much incompatibilities.

“So what? You tell me they didn’t even realized that they have spy between them?” he growled.

“Nah, they started suspecting him right away. That’s why he had to kill me” Sungmin waved his hand and rolled his eyes. “They didn’t expect us that night but it came in handy for them. Se Jin told Yunho to kill me. This is the whole story” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Still, you’re alive. And you shouldn’t be” Yesung approached the couch and looked down at Sungmin.

“This is not a story for now” Sungmin stood up and looked hard in Yesung’s eyes. Then he turned his gaze at Siwon. “The thing is… I know what they’re looking for”

Siwon tensed and turned around.

“They’re looking for something?”

Sungmin smirked.

“Yes, and I bet you know what it is”

Suddenly room was filled with silence. Yesung grunted.

“Can you stop being so ‘we know and you don’t and we won’t tell you’?”

They didn’t manage to answer his question because suddenly they heard a noise on the staircase outside. Yesung immediately run to the door and looked through the peephole. Then he opened the door and Zhou Mi dashed in, panting hard.

“What’s wrong, Zhou Mi?” Siwon approached them, so did Sungmin.

Zhou Mi didn’t answer him at once, only shook his head and placed his hands on his knees, supporting himself. He took few deep breaths and spoke.

“Kui Xian, me, Donghai and Hyuk were scanning the neighborhood. I was keeping an eye on apartment. Kui Xian came to me and told me that he saw someone but he was not sure who it was. He said he’s going to check it and disappeared. Few minutes later Donghai run to me and announced that Kui Xian found out it was someone from Se Jin and he’s trying to pull him away from here”

Siwon pursed his lips.

“I guess now it’s not safe here either” Siwon tsked and patted Zhou Mi’s shoulder. “Good job. Do you know where’s Yunho?” he asked Sungmin.

Latter shook his head.

“We haven’t contacted since my ‘death’. It was too dangerous. But I guess he really ran away this time. Remember, I told you he was looking for someone. I think he might be with him”

“Okay. But we have to find him. He might help us. Now, we have to leave unnoticed”

“Oh, cool, so what? You’re leaving me in my flat while Kim’s spies are around and even could know where I live?” Yesung snorted.

Siwon smiled slyly and walked up to him. He cupped his cheek and rubbed it. Yesung widened his eyes and repulsed his hand.

“Don’t worry. Like Zhou Mi said, Kyuhyun is dealing with it right now. And it’s not like you can’t take care of yourself, no?”

Yesung growled.

“Just leave”

Siwon’s face was once again serious.

“Be careful. We’ll meet tomorrow. We have to talk about Yunho. And Kim Se Jin”

“Will you at least tell me what was it about?” Yesung asked, looking straight in Siwon’s eyes.

“I will explain it to all of you. Tomorrow”

Siwon squeezed Yesung’s shoulder and gave him a painful smile. He nodded at Sungmin and Zhou Mi and they left. Yesung stood in the middle of his living room, his jaw clenched.

He was mad. What was it all about? All this Kim’s secret. He felt like a fool, not knowing anything, waiting pitifully until someone will tell him. Yesung’s anger bubbled in him, he had to calm down.

Siwon promised.

Tomorrow.

Parachute

2011-02-06T16:24:19Z

Title : Parachute
Author : addictivemonkey
Pairing : SiHan
Genre : songfic, romance
Rating : PG-13
Song : Cherryl Cole - Parachute
Disclaimer : SiHan's not mine

Summary : It’s the sound of whispered ‘I love yous’ in his ear

A/N : I have nothing to say. Almost. I HATE BEING BUSY! I should have updated like months ago. But of course it was not possible. Exams, new books, more exams, more homework. But hey! Only one more week and I have 2 weeks free! :D
About this fic. I wrote a songfic with Siwon’s pov. Now I wrote one with Geng’s pov but I’m not really glad with it. But I had to update… I would go crazy if I didn’t! The song… someone chose it, don’t remember who, under the Siwon’s pov songfic /too lazy to go check
PS I don't know when I'll update "We're sharing the fate". For now it's stopped.

I don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand

Han Geng sees couples every day. He sees them on the streets, watching them from the inside of the van. He sees them in the shop and in the practice room as well. He sees them young, inexperienced, yet so passionate. He sees them old, a slice of life visible on their faces, feelings more stable but the same as it has always been. Those people lead normal lives – daily problems at home, at work, with other people. It’s both familiar and unknown to him. He knows what it means : trouble, sadness, disappointment but also happiness and tears of joy. However, there is one thing he is not familiar with.

When Siwon holds his hand in public, it’s only for pure fanservice. Only an act, of course for the fans. Because they know it’s something more. Han Geng tries to convince himself that it’s unnecessary – to let the world know. It should be enough, just to have Siwon beside him, feeling him and his gentle touch roaming down his body. However, sometimes, this feeling of being proud, it gets too much. Han Geng wants to burst out, to claim Siwon as his in front of the whole world.

But he knows he can’t. There are so many reasons not to. So he doesn’t. Instead, he holds Siwon’s hand even more firmly and does what he can to show him his care.

I don't tell anyone about the things that we have planned

“Ge Ge, why don’t we come to the amusement park this weekend?” this question obviously startle the Chinese man.

“Amusement park? Why?”

Siwon pouts.

“We haven’t been out together for a long time” he answers simply, shrugging. “I just thought it could be fun. But if you don’t want to…”

“No, no, I want!” Han Geng immediately interrupts him, waving his hands. “I was just a little surprised, that’s all. You’re right, we haven’t been going out lately”

Siwon’s smile is genuine and beautiful. Han Geng loves this smile – his dimples, shiny eyes and that glowing aura. It’s hard to say ‘no’ to that face.

“Sunday afternoon then?”

I won't tell anybody

Won't tell anybody

It comes as a surprise to Han Geng when Siwon calls him on Sunday morning, cancelling their date.

“I’m sorry, ge” he says. “It’s just that my parents want me to join them for a dinner”

Of course, the only thing Han Geng can do is to say “It’s okay, Siyuan, they’re your parents. Just go”. He puts down the telephone and sighs. It’s just a normal date. Nothing else. They can go out some other time. It’s not like they don’t see each other every day. Parents are important.

However, he can’t help that he feels this strange bitterness on his tongue, something he can’t define. He is disappointed. He feels down. He knows he shouldn’t but he can’t. Because Han Geng starts wondering – if now Siwon is deleting their date because of his parents, what will happen in the future, when they will start to make some important plans? They have to be careful about what they have. They can’t tell anybody.

They want to push me down

They want to see you fall

There are so many troubles Han Geng has to face as a Chinese in Korea. He knows Korean but not as well as he would like to know. He still has moments when he’s not so sure if he understands or when he can’t express himself. Some people are nice, others aren’t.

It’s not like Siwon’s parents don’t like him. He’s caring, polite and docile around them so they can’t hate him. But Han Geng knows that Siwon’s father asked his son why is he always around him. Why they hold hands? Why they hug so much? Of course Siwon explains his father – it’s because company wants them to do it. Han Geng’s heart stings.

Company.

But then Siwon comes back and kisses him softly, takes him in his arms and everything is ok now.

Won't tell anybody how you turn my world around

In Super Junior everyone has his own description. Leeteuk is an umma, Yesung is this weird but sweet guy, Kangin is the father, Ryeowook is an eternal magnae, Kyuhyun is an evil magnae, Sungmin is walking aegyo, he himself is soft, Chinese guy.

Siwon’s prince charming. A gentleman. Son-in-law from every mother’s dreams.

Han Geng loves this Siwon. The younger man was brought up to protect everyone around him. It’s his instinct. There’s one thing, though, Geng loves even more.

Siwon doesn’t act in front of him. This ‘cool’ pose is mainly for his idol status. But the truth is, Siwon in real life is dorky, playful and wants a lot of attention. It’s almost like he throws away his mask when he returns to the dorms, smiling sweetly at him and kissing him just-because.

Han Geng’s mind spins.

I won't tell anyone how your voice is my favorite sound

When Han Geng first heard Kyuhyun’s voice, he thought ‘ah, that’s it’. Magnae’s voice is plain beautiful, fierce and smooth. It’s normal that lots of people love his voice. The same goes to Yesung and Ryeowook.

Both, Han Geng and Siwon were not born to sing. Their voices are not so good as Kyuhyun, for example. But they enjoy it, some fans even like their sound. It’s enough.

Siwon does not sing perfect. But at one point, Han Geng thinks that Siwon’s voice is his favorite sound.

It’s the sound of whispered ‘I love yous’ in his ear.

Won't tell anybody

They want to see us fall

Han Geng doesn’t understand why some people hate them so much. Why do they hate him?

I don't need a parachute

Baby, if I've got you

I don't need a parachute

You're gonna catch me

You're gonna catch if I fall

Down, down, down

Siwon’s arms are soft and firm in the same time. Comforting. Sometimes he needs it. Warmth.

Their love consists of understanding and assurance.

If you fall, I’ll catch you.

If you jump, I’ll jump with you.

Don't believe the things you tell yourself so late night and

You are your own worst enemy

You'll never win the fight

Just hold on to me

I'll hold on to you

It's you and me up against the world

It's you and me

There are times when Han Geng is angry. When Siwon returns from his house and starts doubting. He was raised in certain way, he follows certain rules. Or he’s supposed to do so. It only takes few words though and there’s an insecurity in his eyes.

At night, he lies in bed with Han Geng, eyes wide open, thinking.

Han Geng’s angry not with him. He’s angry with world. With those rules which are plain stupid. They make them hurt. It’s like a battle they know they won’t win. Still, they fight, because it’s worth it.

The only thing Geng can do is to put his hands around Siwon’s torso, bury his face in his shoulder and assure him. Assure him it’ll be ok. Even if Han Geng doesn’t know.

Who knows?

I won't fall out of love

I'll fall into you

Falling in love is beautiful if it’s mutual. Han Geng had this luck so he takes what he can from it. He grabs fistful of Siwon’s white shirt and throws it away, tastes his lips and holds him. Their hands are like fire, wild and unstoppable.

I don't need a parachute

Baby, if I've got you

I don't need a parachute

You're gonna catch me

You're gonna catch if I fall

Down, down, down

Han Geng sees the future in Siwon’s eyes.

This makes love beautiful

Merry Christmas Everyone

2010-12-24T13:06:28Z

4 mini stories
Parings : KyuWon, kids!HaeHyuk, YeWook, GTOP
Disclaimer : none, only stories

A/N : So, this is a little present for you :D I wanted to write some more of those mini stories but I have no time and I have some problems with LJ today so… anyway. This is really short. My personal favorite is YeWook >:D But hush...

I want to wish you everything what’s best and very SUJU CHRISTMAS this year :D If I’d had an opportunity I’d have wished our Super Junior boys everything I want to tell them. That we love them, we want them to smile everyday ‘cause they make us smile! I’d wish them to be strong and to take care of themselves. So ELFs from all around the world and of course our SJ boys – HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

Title : Kiss on the stage

Paring : KyuWon

Rating : G

Siwon grabbed him suddenly and hugged him. Kyuhyun looked at him surprised. Tonight his hyung was really clingy to him. He couldn’t believe his eyes when Siwon pointed at his cheek. Kyuhyun laughed and didn’t move

“C’mon, Kyu. Kiss me”

“Why?”

“It’ll be my present for Christmas”

So Kyuhyun kissed him. (and he kissed him once more in the van when everyone else were asleep but that was a secret)

Title : Let it snow

Paring : kids!HaeHyuk

Rating : G

Dongahe woke up early that day. With his pajamas on he walked to the window and looked through it. His eyes almost popped out when he saw a white fluffy snow outside. He immediately run back to the bed and shook violently sleeping Eunhyuk.

“Wake up! Wake up!” he yelled.

“Wha-?”

“Snow!”

Dongahe pulled him by his sleeve and made him sit.

“Hae, let me sleep” his hyung moaned.

“But Hyuk! It’s snowing! Let’s go outside and make a snowman!”

“We already have a snowman”

“Where?” Donghae immediately run again to the window and started looking for the said snowman.

“You”

“Huh?”

“You are my snowman” Hyuk giggled.

Dongahe pouted and wailed.

“Hyuuuuk~~!”

Title : Strangers

Paring : YeWook

Rating : PG

Ryeowook sat on the seat in free compartment. There wasn’t much people in the train. It was Christmas and he was going home, to his parents. He was smiling all the time because he hadn’t seen them for a while now. He placed his head on the window and looked through it. When he heard the doors being opened he looked up.

He saw a man, maybe few years older than him. Stranger had a backpack and nothing else.

“Can I sit here?” he asked with husky voice.

“Of course”

The silence filled the compartment after the said man sat on the seat across of Ryeowook’s.

“Going home for Christmas?” stranger asked.

“Yes. And you?”

“Na-ah, I don’t know where I’m going”

“Don’t have a family?”

“No”

“Friends?”

“Nope”

Ryeowook didn’t say anything. He felt bad for the man. Maybe that made him ask this stupid question.

“So maybe you could come with me?”

Stranger looked at him with surprised face.

“Do you know what you’re saying?”

No.

“Yes”

“You know I could be some pervert or murderer? Or both?”

Ryeowook shifted in his seat, feeling stupid.

“Y-yes?”

Suddenly stranger smiled with soft curve of his mouth.

“But what about your family?”

“If I introduce you as my friend they will be ok with it”

The jet-black haired man nodded.

“Then I think I’ll take your invitation”

“So… how should I introduce you?”

“I’m Kim Jongwoon”

Ryeowook smiled.

Half year later he introduced Jongwoon to his parents once more.

This time as his boyfriend.

Title : Chocolate ice-creams

Paring : GTOP

Rating : PG

“Hey, Seunghyun”

Seunghyun titled his head up and looked at Jiyoung

“Yeah?”

“Want some ice-cream?”

The older boy shot him a puzzled glance.

“It’s winter, Ji”

“So what?” Jiyoung asked, taking a spoonful of cold ice-creams.

“You’ll get sick”

“I won’t”

“You have to take care of your throat”

Jiyoung rolled his eyes.

“Okay, forget I ever asked”

He was about to leave when Seunghyun pulled him by his sleeve and Jiyoung landed on his hyung’s laps.

Ice creams in winter are the best, Sunghyun thought as he kissed Jiyoung.

The winter tasted like chocolate ice-creams.

The art of seduction

2010-12-19T11:39:09Z

Title : The art of seduction
Paring : KyuMin, not-so-ninja!YeWook
Rating : NC-17
Genre : smut
Disclaimer : I own myself?
Summary : That morning is not like Kyuhyun imagined. But the next night is.

This is a sequel for “What are you reading?”

A/N : OMG, guys. I have to say – you’re awesome! I mean, an hour after I published the “What are you reading?” fic there was a few comments already. But today I woke up and thought “Oh, maybe there will be 3 or 4 more comments” BUT 16?! 8D You don’t know how happy I am XD And the comments keep going <3 So, many of you demanded a sequel. I had to write it quickly because today my parents are bringing the Christmas tree and I will be decorating it but I didn’t want you to wait :D And for now – plot twist! 8D
Every one who demanded sequel - NOW COMMENT XD
Oh, and this is my very first REAL smut. So, you know, tell me if it's a fail XD

Sungmin woke up and yawned. He glanced at the clock standing on the bedside table. It was 7a.m. Sunday. He sighed and winced. He thought he didn’t drink too much last night but apparently it was not true. His head hurt and his mouth was dry. Sungmin didn’t want to move so he just lay there, on the bed, with his eyes closed. Until he heard a muffled murmur.

He stiffened and opened his eyes. It was weird. He could see his bed on the other side of the room. He knew it was his because it had pink covers. So the question was where was he laying?!

Of course there was only one possible answer. He was still in his room. So he must have ended in Kyuhyun’s bed. He turned to the side and froze. Beside him there lay on his stomach the maknae. Without a shirt and only his hips covered. Sungmin swallowed hard.

Do not panic.

But it was hard to tear his gaze from the curve of Kyuhyun’s spine and that pale back. Maknae’s dark hair was ruffled, his lips slightly parted and cheeks marked with soft blush. Sungmin couldn’t move because that view made him want. A pure want.

He knew what happened last night. They were talking about fan fictions. And then suddenly they were making out on Kyuhyun’s bed. That was it. No sex. Well, only jerking off. It would be too much for them but they still were aroused that time so they had to do something with that.

Remembering the feeling of Kyuhyun’s firm grip on his member, Sungmin yelped and almost fall from the bed. He stiffened again when he heard Kyuhyun murmur something under his nose. He watched him shift but maknae didn’t wake up. Sungmin quickly got up from the bed and snatched his cloths from the floor. He dressed himself up and with a final glance at Kyuhyun’s sleeping form (and his sexy back) he left the room.

***

It was not like he regretted it. Fuck. It was the best way he could end up spending that night. But it was awkward. They weren’t in love with each other. They didn’t date. It was only a silly curiosity and long time not having some. Only lust.

But the image of those dark eyes, they were haunting him, making him shiver. And regretting they didn’t go further.

His thoughts were interrupted by Yesung’s appearance. His hyung walked through the door, visibly exhausted and in pain. His black hair was messed and he had bangs under his eyes. It seemed like Yesung didn’t even notice him, he only walked straight to the cupboard and started looking for some pills.

“Morning, Yesungie-hyung” Sungmin decided to speak up.

Yesung jumped and clutched to his heart like he just had a heart attack.

“Sungmin-ah, shit, don’t scare me like that” Yesung groaned and walked to the kitchen table where the younger male was sitting. “Do you know where do we have painkillers?”

He only nodded and got up, taking the pills for his hyung. He reached for the bottle of water and handed it to Yesung. He took his seat again and watched silently as the older male was drinking hungrily. Then he heard sound of footsteps and Ryeowook appeared in the door frame.

“Here you are, hyung” he said cheerfully and made his way to Yesung. He suddenly sat on his laps and locked his arms around his neck. Then he pecked the elder’s cheek and laughed when he heard a groan from him. “In pain?”

Okay. That was weird. Did Sungmin miss something? He frowned and glanced at the pair. They were all love-dovey, cuddling and whispering, and they were never like that. Something must have happened. Not only in his bedroom. Suddenly Ryeowook leaned down and placed a deep kiss on Yesung’s lips.

Now, that was unexpected. It was Ryeowook for fuck’s sake. The eternal maknae, a ball of fluff and sweetness, model of innocence!

“Innocence my ass” Sungmin thought when, he swore, Yesung thrust his tongue down Ryeowook’s throat. “Ekhem, am I interrupting?”

The pair pulled from the kiss and looked with confused faces at Sungmin. Yesung seemed to be more embarrassed than the younger man and it was so weird that Sungmin felt a goosebumps.

“Sorry hyung” Ryeowook smiled. “We just forgot ourselves”

Yeah, I can see that.

“So, what do you guys want for a breakfast?”

***

Kyuhyun woke up half an hour after Sungmin’s departure. He was alone in the bed what made him frown. He looked around the room and found no one. Maknae groaned and turned to lay on his back. He run his fingers through his hair and sighed. Was that it? Now Sungmin will be avoiding him? That was not the plan. He was supposed to wake up beside Kyuhyun, smile gently and cuddle with him. Oh, well. He had to think about another way to get his hyung.

The truth is that last night was just a performance. It was his plan to make Sungmin kiss him. Of course, he didn’t know if Sungmin would do that. But hell, it was worth a try. Then again, he didn’t want it to be just one night. Maybe he couldn’t tell that he loved loved his hyung but there was this need inside him, to hold him and to kiss his lips.

What Kyuhyun wanted, he would just take it.

He got up from the bed and quickly made his way to the drawer. He found his best pants and a black, low V-neck T-shirt. The pants were his tightest ones he had. He knew Sungmin liked those. He could feel his gaze every time he wore them. Once he dressed he left the room and walked to the kitchen where he heard some voices.

When he walked through the door Sungmin, who was standing next to the dishwasher, looked up and froze. First, he saw a pair of long, slim legs, wrapped in those black pants he adored on Kyuhyun. Then his gaze reached a fitting black T-shirt and a bit of his skin. He almost licked his lips while looking at maknae’s collarbones. How he would love to pull Kyuhyun right now close to him and suck this delicious neck. Then Sungmin saw a little red mark on the younger’s Adam apple, a sign of their night together. He blushed and tore his eyes from Kyuhyun.

In the same time Kyuhyun chuckled seeing the hungry look on his hyung’s face. So that meant that there still was something between them. He moved from his spot and walked to stiffened Sungmin, encircled his waist with his arms, then brought him closer and placed a long kiss on the elder’s reddening cheek. He pulled slightly, brushing his nose against that cheek and murmured a sweet “Good morning”.

Sungmin’s heart almost stopped right there. He saw with the corner of his eyes that Yesung and Ryeowook were looking at them curiously but he couldn’t give more shit about that. Kyuhyun’s touch made his skin burn again and those lips… he wished he could have moved a little so their lips could have touched. But instead he was stiff like a stick and couldn’t move.

“You’re killing me, Kyuhyun” his heart yelled. “Come and fuck me right now” his brain begged.

He hold him in his arms only for a second but for Sungmin it felt like ages. He wanted to pull Kyuhyun back and hide his nose in the crook of maknae’s neck. He didn’t do it. Instead he turned his back to him and tried to hide his trembling hands and knees and uneven breath. The memory of the previous night was still so fresh in his mind.

Kyuhyun sat down on the chair at the table and snatched a pancake Ryeowook made, totally ignoring the looks from Yesung and eternal maknae. He was grinning inwardly because Sungmin was caught.

***

For the rest of the day Kyuhyun tried to be as close to Sungmin as he possibly could. Handing him a can of coke, massaging his shoulders a little (which were tensed only because he was doing that), brushing his hands against Sungmin’s or pretending to move him from the way so Kyuhyun could put his hands on his waist. All this little touches were driving Sungmin insane. He was on the edge of madness. So when in the evening, in their shared room, he saw the maknae with only towel on his hips (and with the smirk on his face) he felt that he’d just fallen from that edge.

***

Kyuhyun’s body was still slightly wet, few water drops making their way down his slim body. Sungmin felt his mouth go dry, watching it disappear below the towel. He gulped and raised his eyes only to look straight into those dark orbs. Kyuhyun was watching him intensely. But then he just turned around and opened the drawer, giving Sungmin a lovely view of his naked back. That made the older male excited. He watched in admiration his dongseng’s body and suddenly he felt the urge to touch it.

He was too much in haze to control his movements. Sungmin stood up and slowly walked to Kyuhyun. He reached his hand and brushed his finger down maknae’s spine. Feeling him shiver and froze, Sungmin gathered all the courage he had in him and moved a little closer to plant a soft kiss on Kyuhyun’s neck and shoulder blades.

Kyuhyun bit his lower lip but it was not enough. He turned back, grabbed Sungmin’s arms and pushed him against the wall. He didn’t give him any time to think, just pressed his lips against Sungmin’s ones. He immediately melted and moved closer, seeking for a friction. His hyung responded eagerly, pressing himself hard to Kyuhyun’s body, kissing furiously, arms encircling his neck and fingers brushing through his still wet hair. Even though they didn’t want to, they had to pull away to catch their breath. Kyuhyun’s lips were still close, close enough to brush them against Sungmin’s, to mingle their hot breaths together. Maknae studied his hyung’s flushed face and closed eyelids and decided that there’s no better sight in the world. He sneaked his hands under Sungmin’s shirt and started rubbing his lower back which made the other sigh.

It was obvious they wanted this. The intensity of their touches was too much.

“About the time” Kyuhyun murmured against Sungmin’s lips.

“Wha-?” the older male opened slightly his eyes and frowned.

“I was wondering how long you will be able to resist” maknae chuckled and kissed him softly. “I thought you regretted it, you know, in the morning, but apparently you do not”

“I just thought that after you experimented you did not want to wake up beside your friend naked” Sungmin pouted and blushed.

“If I didn’t want that I wouldn’t start all this fan fiction thing” Kyuhyun grinned slyly and leaned down to suck on the latter’s neck.

Sungmin frowned and pushed Kyuhyun away.

“What do you mean by that?”

Maknae raised his brow and moved closer to him again.

“Only that I had to do something about my feelings to you but didn’t know how?”

He really wanted to be angry with Kyuhyun. It all turned out to be only some play of his! But Kyuhyun’s hands on his body was too good to give up on it.

“So you… love me?” Sungmin cupped maknae’s cheeks and looked into his eyes.

“I can’t say… that” he sighed, answering. “But there is something”

The silence filled the room and Sungmin didn’t know what to say. His dongseng, the evil maknae, felt something for him? The world was ending.

“I know” Kyuhyun suddenly spoke up. “I know you don’t feel the same. But you want me right now, right?”

Sungmin thought for a while, staring at Kyuhyun’s face, his darks eyes, messed hair, swollen lips.

“Yeah, I want it” he finally said. “I want you”

“At least that’s a start” the younger male leaned down and once again captured his lips.

They stumbled back, trying to reach one of the beds while their tongues fought for dominance. Sungmin moaned when Kyuhyun sucked on his tongue and let himself be pushed down onto the mattress. It was different from the previous night. This time it was Kyuhyun who was on top and Sungmin thought that he will go crazy if maknae won’t stop rubbing his hips against his. They didn’t stop kissing even when they tried to take Sungmin’s clothes. He winced as Kyuhyun’s fingers brushed against his still clothed erected member, making him shiver and pant. The younger male smirked and took off his pants together with his boxers.

The cold air hit Sungmin’s tights and hips but only for a while. Kyuhyun immediately pushed himself down, making his towel rub against his hyung’s crotch. Sungmin moaned loudly and covered his mouth at once. But Kyuhyun pulled his hands and pinned them above Sungmin’s head. He started thrusting his hips to give his lover’s member a needed friction. But then Sungmin wrested one of his hands from his grip and snatched the towel away from Kyuhyun’s hips.

They both moaned feeling the skin contact. Sungmin raised his head and searched for the younger’s lips, licking and nipping at them. It was just like the last night. And that’s why Sungmin wanted it to be different this time. He gathered his strength and pushed Kyuhyun on his back. Straddling his hips with his tights he arched seductively and pleased with himself looked at Kyuhyun’s hungry gaze. Maknae’s hands were on his ass, squeezing it and sometimes roaming way down his tights. The room felt so hot Sungmin thought he would melt anytime.

Sungmin leaned down and started placing soft kisses on Kyuhyun’s chest and stomach, making him shift with anticipation. Teasing him was surely fun. The older male pushed himself down and stopped just in front of maknae’s throbbing member. He blew a stream of hot breath on it and giggled, trying to prevent Kyuhyun’s hips from thrusting in his face. He then took the tip of his cock into his mouth and licked.

Kyuhyun closed his eyes and bit his lip. He wanted just to thrust his hips hard, making Sungmin take him all but he knew he couldn’t. It was better for Sungmin to take control.

Sungmin withdrew his lips and licked whole length, pressing his tongue hard against it. He’d never done something like this before but he was a men too. He knew what he would like to receive himself. Without second thoughts he took the whole member in his mouth. Sungmin bobbed his head and sucked, trying not to scratch Kyuhyun’s cock with his teeth. He pinned down maknae’s hips and loosened his throat to take him as deep as he could. He almost gagged but the feeling of throbbing member in his mouth was worth it. And arching and moaning shamelessly Kyuhyun was too.

When Kyuhyun felt the beginnings of his climax, Sungmin’s mouth disappeared and he felt them on his own lips. He could feel himself on his tongue and that made him squirm with excitement. For a moment Sungmin was gone but before he could even register where he went, he was there again but with a tube of lube in his hand. He kissed Kyuhyun and handed him the tube.

“I want you” he purred against maknae’s lips and then moaned when Kyuhyun immediately unscrewed it, poured the cold substance onto his fingers and placed them just against Sungmin’s entrance.

Sungmin was hovering above Kyuhyun, supporting himself with hands clutched to his lover’s arms. When the tip of the first finger slipped inside of him he moaned soundlessly. It was not painful, rather weird but still pleasant. Second finger was more painful, as the rings of muscles were too tensed but with the soothing words murmured against Sungmin’s lips, he finally relaxed. Thrusting his fingers in and out, Kyuhyun watched in awe the elder’s flushed face. It seemed like he suddenly brushed his prostate because Sungmin tensed, his toes curling and moaned like never before.

“There, Kyuhyun” he purred. “Please…”

Only watching him was too painful for Kyuhyun so he took out his fingers, making his lover moan at the loss, and poured the cold lube onto his swollen cock. He hissed slightly and positioned himself.

“Ride me” Kyuhyun murmured in husky voice.

Only those two words made Sungmin shiver and the feeling in the pitch of his stomach raised. He took Kyuhyun’s member with one hand and slowly lowered himself onto it.

Maknae closed his eyes hard, trying not to flip them around and start thrusting violently. He wanted Sungmin to take the control, at least for now, so he could accustom to this feeling. He didn’t want to hurt him. But then Sungmin started to thrust his hips, up and down, up and down and it made Kyuhyun moan. He placed his hands on his hyung’s hips and thrusted too. Sungmin’s reaction was immediate – he arched and opened his mouth with a scream, which could only meant that Kyuhyun hit his prostate again.

Maknae carefully pushed Sungmin on his back and started thrusting, as deep as he could. His lover was scratching his back with his nails, meeting his thrust and moaning into his mouth. Sungmin’s black hair was plastered to his forehead, his cheeks were blushed and his fingers were now tugging at Kyuhyun’s hair.

“Kyu, faster” Sungmin didn’t have enough energy to even whisper so instead he breathed it into Kyuhyun’s mouth and locked their lips in another hot kiss.

Kyuhyun took abandoned throbbing Sungmin’s member in his hand and started pumping him in the rhythm of his thrusts. It was soon too much for the other to bear so he came hard with Kyuhyun’s name on his tongue. Feeling the pressure on his cock, Kyuhyun came too, deep inside of Sungmin seeing nothing but white. They didn’t stop the sloppy kisses but lay on the bed next to each other and cuddled among the scattered sheets.

***

The next day Yesung cornered Kyuhyun in the bathroom and asked him how did he do that Sungmin came to him willingly, on his own. Amused maknae only smirked and answered him.

“It’s an art of seduction, hyung” he patted his hyung’s shoulder and wished him good luck with his prey.

What are you reading?

2010-12-18T22:32:38Z

Title : What are you reading?
Paring : KyuMin, ninja!YeWook, ninja!HaeHyuk
Rating : R
Genre : humor, a hint of smut
Disclaimer : I own only myself
Summary : Kyuhyun had read fan fictions. He is a little confused. Sungmin is amused. Both are curious.

A/N : So… the plot is not my idea. I’ve read at least two fics with fan fiction theme so I thought it would be fun writing one myself. I didn’t know which paring I should write but then KyuMin appeared and I just had to :D

I had to write this because I can’t come up with the plot for “We are sharing the fate” ;A; OMG, it’s so frustrating. So to reward it to you I wrote THIS. And I’m seriously grinning like a mad right now 8D
(How can it be that this fic is like almost 8 pages long but it looks so short? ;A;)

It was one of their rare free Saturday. Every member of Super Junior was at home that time. Even Siwon was there because Heechul proposed drinking but it was freezing outside so they decided to move that to the dorms.

It ended as always. Siwon had to refrain Heechul from doing something utterly stupid - it was enough that he wanted to sing karaoke at almost 11p.m. Ryeowook was trying to make them eat, repeating that it won’t be good for them if they drink with empty stomach. He himself was rather sober because he knew that he had schedule next day. On the other hand Yesung, who was completely drunk, was trying to tug at Ryeowook’s leg and make him sit on his lap. He was giggling like mad once he succeeded, sneaking his small hands around his dongseng’s waist. Ryeowook sighed but his cheeks were red.

Lying on the couch there were Leeteuk, Donghae and Hyukjae. No one knew which limb belonged to who but Sungmin could have sworn that he saw one of Donghae’s hands slipping under Hyukjae’s thin shirt. His red-haired friend looked pleased.

“Whoa, they are really drunk” Sungmin thought, trying to look away from EunHae couple. “Are they dating or something?” he chuckled at the thought.

Sungmin looked around, ignoring blushing Ryeowook who was still on (too excited) Yesung’s laps, Heechul laughing like a mad with Siwon trying to make him sit properly, as well as Shindong who was eating in peace something Ryeowook made earlier for them. Sungmin frowned and counted once more. One, two, three… Nine. And it’s suppose to be ten.

“Of course” he thought. “Kyuhyun's probably playing as always”

It didn’t surprise him. The maknae was known for his addiction to games. When he had some time he could play for hours. Of course he had other things to do, like TV shows, practice, singing or even simple things like shopping. But games were his other world. His detachment from the world.

Sungmin stood up, stretched his stiff body and left the leaving room with no one noticing his absence. He walked to the door of his and Kyuhyun’s shared bedroom and peaked through slightly opened door. Surely, there was Kyuhyun, sitting on his bed with a laptop on his laps. But he was definitely not playing, judging from weird look on Kyuhyun’s face. Sungmin couldn’t read that face. Was he disgusted? Annoyed?

Confused. It was probably the word Sungmin was looking for.

He opened the door, making them squeak, and Kyuhyun, obviously surprised, jumped a little on his bed.

“Oh God, hyung, don’t scare me like that” he muttered, fixing the laptop on his legs and quickly pressing the buttons on a keyboard.

Sungmin shrugged his shoulders and made his way to his dongseng’s bed, sitting beside him. He peaked at the laptop but it seemed like Kyuhyun closed everything he was looking at earlier.

“What were you doing?” he asked innocently, smiling at the younger man.

“No-nothing” trying to avoid eye-contact with his hyung, Kyuhyun pretended that he was suddenly interested in searching some news from Korea on the Internet. But his cheeks were still a little flushed.

Sungmin grinned like cherish cat (For once! It was usually their evil maknae who was grinning so that was something!) and asked in sing sang voice :

“Were you watching porn, Kyuhyunnie?”

If Kyuhyun had been drinking something at that time he was sure that he would have expectorated it on his laptop. But instead he just choked on the air and blushed furiously.

“Wha-?!”

“Oh, come on. You can tell your favorite hyung” Sungmin tugged at Kyuhyun’s sleeve and made his best puppy eyes. “So we can watch it together”

Nononononono. That was a situation Kyuhyun did not want to find himself in. And with Sungmin. Was he that drunk? To propose him to watch a porn with him?! Two grown man watching porn together? Sungmin must have been definitely drunk. And Kyuhyun was left speechless, trying to figure out what to answer.

There was only one way to extricate himself from this. And it was to tell the truth.

“So?” the grin on Sungmin’s face was still on its place.

Kyuhyun sighed and opened a new site, wrote an address and handed laptop to his hyung.

“What’s that?”

Kyuhyun saw as his hyung’s eyes widened and he waited for him to speak. Once Sungmin read it he looked at blushing Kyuhyun and burst with laugh. The maknae frowned and pouted. He had just been laughed!

“Hyung!”

Sungmin wiped the invisible tears in the corner of his eyes and tried to catch a breath. He waved his hand with something like apology and finally he calmed.

“Sorry Kyuhyunnie but it’s hilarious” he told him and pinched his dongseng’s cheek. “It’s just a fan fiction. You don’t have to hide it from me. I know something like this exist”

But the younger male still didn’t feel comfortable with the fact that Sungmin caught him reading… that. He didn’t know why he’d read that in the first place. It was weird. It was wrong. It was… making him confused.

Sungmin saw his dongseng’s face and thought that maybe he shouldn’t tease him about it. He himself knew something how he felt. Sungmin saw some fan fictions long ago and after the shock he just learned to live with the fact that some people out there write about him and his band mates like… this. Now, from time to time, he would hide himself in some dark corner and read some of better ones. No one was suppose to know this.

But right know he was sitting next to his sweet dongseng and he couldn’t help himself but feel excited. He was not the only one.

“Why did you read this?” Sungmin asked him.

Kyuhyun shifted uncomfortably and looked away, just not to make an eye-contact.

“I was just at some Super Junior forum when I saw a link. The fans were all excited about it so I just wanted to check it” he murmured.

Sungmin nodded with understanding. His story with the fan fictions was similar.

“So, is it the only one you’ve read?”

Thick silence filled the room. Sungmin looked directly at Kyuhyun. He caught his gaze for a moment but then maknae again shifted his eyes and the contact was gone. If that was possible, he was blushing even harder.

“No” he finally answered. “I’d read something with NC-17. I didn’t know what that mean”

Sungmin’s heart almost stopped. He didn’t know what to do. Laugh? Or pat his dongseng’s back letting him know he is there to support him? But he ended trying not to burst with laugh while enjoying a view of shy Kyuhyun. It was rather rare to see him like this.

“Oh” Sungmin stated intelligently.

“Why are they doing this?”

“Huh?” Sungmin raised his brows not understanding the question.

“I mean, why are they making us as… lovers?” it seemed like Kyuhyun was not comfortable with the words “us” and “lovers” in one sentence.

The older male tried not to chuckle. He was wondering himself.

“I don’t know, Kyu-ah” he told him honestly.

There it was again. The uncomfortable silence between them. Kyuhyun was looking intensively at the screen like it was going to answer his question. Then he frowned and looked straight at Sungmin, this time more calmly. He was probably now more accustomed.

“Hyung…” he spoke up. “What do you think? Is it possible to enjoy… such a kiss?”

Oh God. It seemed like Kyuhyun wanted to give him a heart attack. What’s with that question?

“I… don’t know” Sungmin answered. “I think it’s possible. I mean, we’re human. It’s rather no different, kissing boy or a girl. As long as you’re not biased…”

Kyuhyun thought for a while about his words and then slowly nodded.

“So… would you like to try that?”

It was Sungmin’s turn to choke. He widened his eyes and looked at his slightly blushing dongseng. Well, at least the maknae was taking it seriously and was not joking. If that was the case… it’s not like he didn’t think about it. It would be nice to try.

“I have one condition” he finally spoke up after few minutes of silent and nervous glances from Kyuhyun.

“What?”

“Please, I want the snarky Kyuhyun back. I like this sweet and innocence side of you but right now it starts to creep me out” he pouted.

Kyuhyun’s eyes widened in surprise but he immediately smirked, showing his daily evil side. He shifted and placed his laptop on the night table and then turned back to face Sungmin. It was awkward but they made their way to each other. When their faces were only inches away Sungmin suddenly lost his courage. What was he doing?

Their noses were blocking their way so Kyuhyun gently turned his head to his right and leaned even closer. Their eyes were still wide open but once Sungmin felt a hot breath on his lips his eyelids closed themselves. His heart was racing like mad, he could hear the blood in his veins speeding up and the flutter in his stomach. It seemed like forever before their lips touched.

At first it was awkward. Slow examination of the soft flesh, no other body contact. Kyuhyun suddenly felt a rush of courage and tugged at Sungmin’s bottom lip. The older male blushed, hearing himself moan at that action but he stated that he doesn’t have to hide. He shifted slightly and closed the distance between them. Now they were pressed to each other and Sungmin could feel it. The kiss started to get intense so his mind was hazy. His hands found the way to Kyuhyun’s neck and soft dark locks.

Suddenly Kyuhyun placed one of his hand on his tight, just beneath his bottom, and pulled him fully onto his lap. Sungmin gasped and that gave the maknae access to his hyung’s mouth. He traced Sungmin’s bottom lip with his tongue and felt him shiver in his arms. Kyuhyun smirked. He cupped the latter’s cheek and sneaked his tongue into the other’s mouth.

Sungmin’s skin and lips were on fire. He had never ever experienced something like this. He didn’t know why Kyuhyun made him like this. Maybe it was just because they were both men? Nah, he would not enjoy it that much just because of that. He was going crazy just with Kyuhyun’s kisses. Maknae’s tongue exploring his mouth was a little insistent but without a doubt sweet. It was ridiculous. They were sitting on Kyuhyun’s bed, making out like there’s no tomorrow and their band mates were just next door.

It felt so good. Their mouths working against themselves, the heat, the excitement. Sungmin moaned when one of Kyuhyun’s hands made its way to his lower back. He arched his back and tugged at maknae’s hair, making him moan as well. Kyuhyun rolled his hips seductively and Sungmin pulled away with a gasp. He was hard. And so was Kyuhyun.

They were trying to catch their breaths. Sungmin’s eyes remained closed but he opened them as soon as he felt little pecks on his lips. They were still close so the first thing he saw was the pair of dark eyes filled with lust. Kyuhyun had amazing eyes, Sungmin always thought that. And now that eyes were watching him deeply, waiting for his next move. The older male didn’t know what to do. He just stared at those eyes and tried to think. They both drank a few shots earlier (not too much though, they were still sober) and both of them were painfully hard. And not forgot to mention that they wanted themselves.

“Fuck it” Sungmin muttered and leaned down for another kiss.

This time he pushed Kyuhyun, making him lie down on the bed. The hesitation from earlier vanished completely and both of them were tearing off their clothes quickly. The feeling of skin on skin made them shiver and burn in the same time. Sungmin pulled from the kiss and Kyuhyun moaned at the loss. But then the older male made his way to the latter’s throat and sucked while his hands started exploring his dongseng’s upper body.

“Fan fiction is not that bad” Sungmin thought, rubbing his hips against Kyuhyun’s ones.

THE SEQUEL BEGS ME TO WRITE IT 8D Sequel anyone?

Sequel -> The art of seduction

No fic this time, sorry~~

2010-12-10T21:46:09Z

Sorry guys, it's not a next part of fic. It seems like 'problem' is my second name. I have just rid of one problem and I thought that I'll be ok now but apparently my teacher, who is an educator of my class, decided that she will give me some more problems -.- Yay... Now I only want to find some bridge to throw myself off it. I mean, it's ok that she's concerned about some matters 'cause she's out educator but seriously. There are some limits. So basically right now I'm overstressed, angry and I have a writer block T___T I don't know if I'll be able to write the next part tomorrow (I wanted to write it today but I started my researches for my next years oral exam. It's time for it because I want to find my own topic for it). It means that if this weekend the next part of my fic won't come out, please wait a little ^__^"

Aaahh, school sucks sometimes ;A;

We are sharing the fate (2/?)

2010-11-27T13:07:00Z

Title : We are sharing the fate (2/?)
Main paring : SiHan
Side parings : QMi, EunHae, YeWook, one-sided!YeWon?
Rating : PG-13
Genre : vampire!AU, romance, thriller?
Disclaimer : I don’t own SuJu boys ;A;

Summary : In this world vampires exist. But most of the people don’t know about it. They don’t know also that there are two types of vampires. Siwon is a vampire. Han Geng is a human. They meet at the night bar but after a pleasant night Siwon disappears. Since then, Han Geng seems to see him everywhere but can’t approach him.

A/N : It took me some time to write this but lately I’ve been in a lot of stress and I couldn’t even think about writing. I made you wait so long, ne? Sorry ;A; This chapter is a bit short but I’ll try more next time, promise! :D

Only few days and it’s December! Yay! :D More time to write <3

Han Geng smiled slightly and looked around.

“Maybe we should sit somewhere?” he suggested, motioning to the tables at the other end of the bar.

Handsome stranger only nodded and smirked. That made Han Geng shiver. There was something beastly in this man but it was exciting in the same time. They reached the table and to Han Geng’s surprise Siwon sat right next to him, his arm stretched behind Chinese male’s back on the edge of black leather couch. It was slightly uncomfortable for him because even if he thought that Siwon was incredibly handsome it still was their first meeting. But then he told himself that it was bar – of course it would be like that. Random flirt, a drink from stranger or even one night-stands.

Han Geng shook his head to shoo those stupid thoughts away. He didn’t notice Siwon’s amused gaze.

“Where are you from?” Siwon asked him. “China?”

Han Geng looked at him with surprised face.

“Am I that obvious?” he asked, smiling wryly.

“Oh, I don’t intend to act rude” Siwon immediately explained, raising his hands with defensive gesture. “It’s just your accent… I was in China few times”

“And? How was it?”

“Beautiful place” Siwon smiled and turned his head a little to face his companion.

When their eyes met, Han Geng drew the air into his lounges. He swore he have never seen eyes like Siwon’s – deeply black with some magnetic force. He must had been blushing all this time because corner of Korean male’s mouth lifted.

“I haven’t seen you around before” Siwon told him, not leaving his eyes from Han Geng’s. “Are you new here?”

Han Geng forced himself to look at his glass and he took a fast sip. The drink burned his throat and he almost choked but somehow he managed not to embarrass himself.

“Basically I moved here last month” he answered. “But before that I had been regularly visiting Korea”

Siwon nodded his head with comprehension.

“Are you all right? I mean… you are really pale” Han Geng suddenly asked.

Siwon frowned and it seemed like he backed away. But then he opened his mouth and answered.

“I’m okay. Too much work lately. And you? What do you do to distract yourself?”

Okay. This conversation was nothing like Han Geng imagined it to be. Not like he was dissatisfied. Abruptly, Siwon looked to him like he was very tired. Like he had some burden on his shoulders.

“I dance”

“Dance?” Siwon’s head tilted to one site.

“It started when I was a child. I danced even though my father was against it. And I dance until now”

Siwon’s gaze started to give him shivers. He didn’t say anything, just stare at Han Geng as if he was some kind of miracle.

“I wish I had something like you with your dance” he suddenly spoke.

“You don’t have any passion?” this time it was Han Geng who frowned.

“No” Siwon laughed bitterly. “Even though I live so long”

“Don’t be so silly. Not so long. How old can you be? 24? You still have time”

Siwon pursed his mouth and looked away for the first time.

“I’m… 22”

Oh.

“Then you’re even younger than me” Han Geng laughed, reaching his hand to touch Siwon’s one without thinking.

His palm was extremely cold what made Han Geng gasp in shock. But Korean male immediately withdrew his hand and looked like he was a little angry.

“I’m sorry” Han Geng muttered.

“No, I’m sorry. I always have cold hands” Siwon smiled apologetically and suddenly he stiffened.

“Wha-“

“I think you should go now” Siwon’s low voice was piercing. He sounded serious.

“Why?” who was he to tell him to go?

“Just take a taxi and leave” Siwon turned his head to Han Geng and it came to him as shock when a cold finger traced the vein on his neck. He shivered and closed his eyes. Siwon was so close to him, now whispering to his ear. “My friend will make sure to send Ryeowook-sshi back safely to his home”

And with those last words he was gone. Han Geng tried to find him in the crowd but it was impossible. He pouted and reluctantly left the bar. Somehow he found the main street and, to his luck, a taxi stopped near him. Only when he was inside the car he realized that he never told Siwon who he was with in Euphoria.

***

Yesung looked again at his watch and sighed. This one was really something. The petite man had been talking for almost half an hour already and it seemed like he didn’t intend to stop.

The things I do for you… Choi Siwon

He tried. He really tried to stay focus and keep his sexy smirk on its place but it was too much for him. Of course this guy was cute, he had to admit it. But he also was everything Yesung didn’t like. Soft, too pretty, outspoken and sweet. He preferred more manly, tall guys, with hot bodies, dimpled smile and… fuck. Why is he thinking about him again?

“I didn’t know what to do then and…” he barely listened to the man in front of him.

Of course he knew he didn’t have a chance. He told him this himself. He knew what Yesung felt. It was frustrating because now they had to act like it never happened. But how could he forget? When he saw him almost every day? Since… ever? At least since they’ve met but Yesung didn’t remember when it was exactly.

“Yesung-sshi” Ryeowook’s soft voice woke him up from his thoughts. “Do I bore you?” petite man pouted and looked at him with big round eyes.

Shit.

“Of course not, babe” he leaned forward a little and brushed away a strand of brown silk hair from Ryeowook’s eye. “I was just distracted by your beauty”

The smaller man gasped and blushed. He put his hand on Yesung’s shoulder when latter leaned more and brushed his lips against Ryeowook’s cheek bone. A little sigh got out from his slightly parted lips at the sensation. Yesung’s scent was dazing him.

Why not? Yesung thought when he captured Ryeowook’s lips with his. Maybe I will forget about him because Ryeowook is completely different?

He felt a soft pull on his hair and heard a small moan when his tongue started exploring Ryeowook’s hot mouth cavern.

Oh yes. Fuck you, Choi Siwon. I’ll forget about you.

When he pulled away from his partner he felt uncomfortable. He couldn’t stop comparing. His lips were different from Ryeowook’s. His hands were bigger than Ryeowook’s. He was bigger than Ryeowook.

Why must he always imagine Siwon’s face? Why must he always hear his voice?

Oh. Siwon’s voice.

Leave this guy. Send him home and meet me near the toilets.

Yesung frowned. But then Siwon added something that made him stiffen. Ryeowook immediately noticed this and looked with confused face at him.

“Something’s wrong?”

Yesung clenched his jaw.

“No” he answered and flashed him a fake smile. “But I think you should go now. It’s late. I bet you will regret drinking so much tomorrow”

“I won’t regret” Ryeowook smiled sweetly. “Because I’m with you”

Oh good. This is exactly what I needed right now Yesung almost rolled his eyes.

“You have to go” he repeated again, this time more harshly.

“Okay. I’ll go. If you give me your number” Ryeowook laughed and pecked him on his jaw.

Yesung quickly looked in toilets direction. He had little time. What to do?

“Look. Give me your number and I’ll give you a call, ‘kay?” he took some piece of paper from his pocket and asked the bartender for a pen.

Ryeowook willingly wrote a sequence of numbers and handed him the paper. Yesung pulled him on his feet and dragged him as fast as he could. They left the bar and after quick goodbyes, Yesung run back to Euphoria.

The last three words were echoing in his head, making him a little sick. How? How was that possible? Siwon’s message left him in shock and disbelief. He saw it. He saw it with his own eyes. How?

Leave this guy. Send him home and meet me near the toilets.

He is here.

Chapter 3

We are sharing the fate (1/?)

2010-11-14T17:06:22Z

Request from : Fionie
Title : We are sharing the fate (1/?)
Main paring : SiHan
Side parings : QMi, EunHae, YeWook
Other characters : Leeteuk (in this chapter)
Rating : PG-13
Genre : vampire!AU, romance, thriller?
Disclaimer : I don’t own SuJu boys ;A;

A/N : This is my third request, this time from Fionie! I was thinking very hard about the plot… Back then I was really looking forward to write fated SiHan but then it hit me that I don’t know what I want to write about. The vampire!AU came to me… well, I don’t know why it came to me. Maybe because lately I’ve been reading lady_mizera’s stories? :D First, I planned to write some chaptered story. Then only one-shot. And know I think I won’t be able to fit only in one chapter. Right now I still don’t know what I’m writing about XD This fic has a life for its own. I REALLY hope that vampire AU is ok for you, girl ^__^

Note for SiHan lovers : I have many plot’s for next stories 8D Maaaany SiHan stories to come!

If you want to see how HANGENG and SIWON look like in my story :D

Seoul’s streets were still crowded. The sun was down for at least an hour now and the night life has begun. The lights of the city were inviting for some fun, simply alluring and so colorful. Even if it was almost 10pm., people were still looking for attractions.

Siwon was deftly avoiding people on the streets, trying to sneak through the shadow of the narrow alleys. His black outfit was surely helping him to disguise himself, not attracting attention. He gracefully maneuvered between the buildings even in such darkness. He suddenly stopped, simply listening if someone was following him, and then, when he heard nothing, he continued his walk. He had to be careful. Lately, the rumors about some weird accidents were spread around the city, so he didn’t want to get in trouble.

When he finally reached the place he stopped again for a while, looking around at the scenery. The nightclub was situated in dark alley and it definitely wasn’t the most popular one in the city. There was no place for jet-setters. It was rather hidden place and only certain group of people knew about it and came. The weak neon signboard hung above the entrance, presenting the club’s name – Euphoria.

There was no one at the entrance – no security, no bodyguards. Siwon stepped through the door and he was immediately welcomed with loud sensual music. There was a mass of people on the dance floor, all heated bodies and this lustful feeling in the air. Siwon looked around and within seconds he spotted red-haired Eunhyuk, dancing, his back pressed tightly to Donghae’s chest, whose hands were on the latter’s hips. He sighed and he went down the small stairs.

Siwon pushed through the crowd, heading to the bar where he noticed his other friends – Kyuhyun and Yesung. He sat down on high stool beside them and smirked at the sight of bored maknae. Kyuhyun apparently really didn’t like going to the clubs but Siwon came to the conclusion that Zhou Mi was with them because he was the only one who could make him go.

“I thought you were supposed to be earlier?” Yesung’s husky voice was barely audible because of the music.

“Yeah, something came up suddenly” he told them and nodded to the bartender. “Give me something strong”

The bartender smiled, dimple showing on his left cheek, and poured some transparent liquid into the glass. Siwon took out few bills and shoved them onto the top of the counter. When he got his drink, he immediately drank half of its content. He flinched just a little and nodded.

“Good”

Kyuhyun snorted and drank his own drink. He didn’t like it here. It was too loud, too much people and too much bothering with drunk Zhou Mi who was always trying to pull him onto the dance floor. No, thank you, he didn’t dance. Talking of the devil, Zhou Mi suddenly showed up, right in front of Kyuhyun, looking slightly tipsy.

“Hey, Kui Xian…” he murmured softly to maknae’s ear and giggled. “Come with me”

Kyuhyun pushed him a little and focused on his drink again.

“I’m not dancing. You should know this by now” he raised his glass to take a sip but stopped halfway when he felt Zhou Mi’s hand brushing his tight.

There was it again, Chinese male’s mouth whispering to him.

“I’m not talking about dancing” Zhou Mi purred. “Come with me” he nipped at Kyuhyun’s ear and pulled his hand, making him go with him.

Maknae suddenly felt that his reluctance was completely gone. He obediently followed the taller man, not leaving his eyes of his back.

Siwon watched them with raised brows and decided that he didn’t really need to know.

“They don’t care about surroundings, do they?” he asked Yesung rhetorically.

“Who? Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun?” Yesung, who was busy scanning the place, turned to face his friend and caught the sight of the two just before they disappeared behind the bathroom doors. “Are you kidding me? Be glad you didn’t see them two days ago. I thought they are gonna jump their bones right there”

Siwon’s eyes went wide.

“That bad?”

“Worse”

“Maybe I don’t want to know…”

“No, you don’t” Yesung laughed shortly and took a sip from his glass. “But Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun at least are in bathroom. Apparently, EunHae are going to have sex on the dance floor… right now” the older man’s brow went up when he turned his gaze to the mass of people.

Siwon looked there too.

Eunhyuk’s red hair were plastered to his forehead slightly and his neck and arms were glistening with sweat but it didn’t make him less seductive. He was dressed in tight, white, sleeveless T-shirt, black vest and extremely tight black pants. Dongahe at the other hand was wearing grey T-shirt with leather jacket, fitting ripped jeans and boots. They were dancing very closely, Donghae’s hands still placed on Eunhyuk’s hips, their faces just inches away. When suddenly Eunhyuk tilted his head back, the latter’s lips were on his throat, leaving traces and sucking on his Adam’s apple.

“I understand that they would like to show their affection in public from time to time but they attract too much attention” Siwon murmured but he was perfectly sure that Yesung heard him just right.

“The word ‘subtlety’ does not exist in their dictionary” Yesung snorted and called the bartender. “Hyung, one more please” then he turned to Siwon again. “Just use your superhero’s powers and tell them to get a room”

“Hyung, why do you always…”

“Yeah, yeah, not superhero’s powers… just hurry up. I don’t want to have a trauma just because I saw them having sex” Yesung flinched and shook his head as if like he was having some bad images.

Siwon rolled his eyes and focused on his mind, trying to send Eunhyuk a message. He smirked when red-haired man winced and opened his eyes to look straight into Siwon’s brown orbs. Eunhyuk gripped Donghae’s wrist and pulled the clueless man with him. When they reached the bar, Eunhyuk pushed his partner onto the stool and he himself sat on his laps. Then he turned to face Siwon and frowned.

“Just for your information – do not use your telepathy thing on me when I’m about to have a hot make-out session with my boyfriend” he groaned. “It’s such a turnoff”

“That’s not what you said when we met” Siwon teased him and smirked.

“Oh, fuck you” Eunhyuk growled and placed his hands on Donghae’s neck. He bend down for an alcohol-tasting kiss, not caring about Siwon’s howl.

“Yesung, please remind me, why are we friends with such perverts?”

Donghae pulled from the sloppy kiss and looked at them.

“Wait till you find someone who you will be pervert with. We will see how you will refrain yourselves” he laughed and then moaned when Eunhyuk traced the skin of his neck with fangs. “With our senses it’s totally different”

“At least just take a room… or go to the bathroom, like Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun” Yesung said with a firm voice. “We can’t stand out. Not now”

Eunhyuk rolled his eyes and sighed. He shot up from Donghae’s lap and lead him through the crowd. When they disappeared from their sight, Siwon rubbed his temple and closed his eyes to focus.

“They are too carefree” he murmured.

“They are still young”

“And you keep repeating that but even if it is so, they have to learn how to be quiet sometimes”

Yesung sighed.

“Maybe you should trust them more?” he suggested. “They are not that immature as you think they are”

Siwon rubbed his face with his hands and sighed too.

“I’ve been under a lot of stress lately” he said. “You know, those mass attacks on people. Too many of them. We had to give this some order”

“Then I’m not surprised that you are so sulky” Yesung frowned and looked around the bar. “You should definitely have some fun tonight. How about him? He should taste good. I feel his scent all the time”

Siwon looked towards the direction Yesung showed him and froze. On the other end of the bar he saw two men. One of them was petite and brown-haired. But it was the other one whose scent was filling Siwon’s mind. He was tall, but not taller than Siwon for sure, he had black hair and stunning smile. So handsome.

“He is with a friend. Not a good choice” Siwon forced himself to face Yesung. “If he sees me with him, he will know”

“Then I’ll take care of his dear friend” Yesung smirked.

Siwon frowned and stiffed.

“I know” the latter’s smirk was gone as he groaned. “I know you don’t like it when we hunt for people if we don’t have to but I wasn’t talking about that kind of care. I’ll just buy him some drink, flirt with him a little and then let him go”

The younger male hesitated.

“I’m going” Yesung raised from his seat, gulped down his drink and headed to the man’s table.

***

“I’m sorry” Han Geng turned his head to see the owner of husky voice.

Ryeowook’s eyes went wider and smaller male gripped his glass tighter. In front of them stood a guy, taller than Ryeowook but smaller than Han Geng. He had longish jet-black hair, surrounding his pale face, his bangs covering a little his very dark orbs. He definitely had black eye liner on and, oh hell, if he didn’t look good with this. He wore black jacket and black tight pants.

Here we go again Han Geng thought, rolling his eyes. Ryeowook’s ideal type.

“Do you have a lighter?” Chinese male was sure that this question was for his younger mate.

“Um, yeah, I have”

Ryeowook didn’t smoke. But the silver lighter was a gift from his grandfather who passed away few years ago because of the cancer. It was a reminder and warning in the same time for Ryeowook. But right now it seemed not important.

“What would you say about me getting you a drink?” Yesung stepped closer to Ryeowook, his eyes half closed and with soft smirk on his lips.

Ryeowook threw a look at Han Geng, as if asking for permission. The Chinese male sighed and just murmured ‘go’. Ryeowook smiled and waved him. The new guy looked content and his arm immediately sneaked around smaller man’s waist.

Han Geng looked at the glass he was holding in his hand and started thinking about leaving. But he didn’t want to leave Ryeowookie, not after seeing this man, whose dark eyes made him shiver. He was trying to keep an eye on them but it was hard in this crowd. He didn’t even know how they ended up here. Han Geng didn’t know this place. It was Ryeowook who found the address but Geng didn’t ask about details. They were celebrating Ryeowook’s new job as a singer in nice, expensive club. But in the end it turned out just like this.

Han Geng was looking at his friend, really cheerful at the moment, when suddenly someone blocked his view. He looked up and coughed because he was just taking a sip from his glass.

“Are you all right?” the man in front of him asked.

“Ye-yes” Han Geng wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tried to get rid of the small tears in the corner of his eyes.

For a second Chinese man didn’t know what to do. The stranger was tall and well-built, all handsome face and perfect smile, eyes and so on. He had a long black coat in his hand and the rest of his outfit was black too.

First, that mysterious guy now him he thought. Who died?! But… black suits him.

He almost bit his tongue because of the last thought but prevented himself because it was enough that he looked stupid not speaking while the stranger was looking at him, expecting some answer.

“I’m okay” he finally found the words to speak.

“You’re here alone?”

“Oh, no, I’m with my friend but he is apparently busy flirting with some sexy bad boy” he told him, still looking at the handsome face. There was something magnetic in this man.

“So right now you don’t have a company?” Siwon asked him. “Mind if I join you?”

Han Geng stood there speechless, not knowing what to say. Well, he could have some fun from time to time, couldn’t he? And with company like this he knew he would never be bored.

“Um, yeah” he nodded. “I’m Han Geng”

“Siwon”

Chapter 2

There's no me

2010-11-11T09:29:44Z

Title : There’s no me
Paring : SiHan, KyuWon friendship!
Rating : R
Genre : angst, smut, songfic
Disclaimer : story’s mine
Summary : Han Geng left. He left the band, he left his brothers, he left Siwon

A/N : I wanted to write something like this since ever. Well, at least since Han Geng left. I hope they still keep the contact ;A; So, basically, when I was writing “Just the way you are” this fic literally smashed my head. The song is in my native language so I had to do the translation by myself. It’s really beautiful and I love this guy’s voice – so listen to it (the whole translation of the song will be in fic!) HERE

~~I wanted to say something more but I don't remember what exactly O_o~~

You left quietly like a dream, a new day has swum trough the window

It’s not like Siwon couldn’t tell that something was wrong. He knew. Oh, he knew. He was with him most of the time or at least more than the others. He was a part of SJM, they were together 24 hours a day. They always shared a room when in China, fans even called them “the parents of SJM”. It was nice hearing that. Like having him for his own, showing it even without concern. In China they were different people – Siwon more relaxed, more goofy, more smiling and wrapping arms around certain someone’s waist. And him. More at home, more comfortable, more proud. Siwon thought that maybe, just maybe he felt better, being in a place when he was born, everything more familiar than in Korea. But it was only a thick curtain for his eyes and it fell down when he saw Han Geng standing right in front of him, tired, pale-faced and fragile.

“I have to go”

How could he not see this pain before? Whenever he saw Han Geng in pain, weary or worried he could be right there. Of course not always in person. They had different schedules sometimes, like Siwon with his dramas and Han Geng with promotion on Chinese market, but they always spoke to each other on the phone. Sometimes it turned to long night chats which affected their sleeping but it was worth comforting words and assurance. Siwon knew that the position of leader was hard for Han Geng. Before SJM it was always Leeteuk who was in charge of everything (theoretically, because sometimes Jungsu was just too lazy and it was Youngwoon who had most of the power right after Leeteuk so he was their ‘appa’) but seeing Han Geng worrying himself over everything and everyone of their group was different. They came through the hardest time facing the case with ‘only13’. Han Geng hardly slept that time, trying to comfort the youngest member of SJM, Henry. It was painful for the boy who wanted just to make his dream come true. They all knew what they were going through because it was not like everyone in the world loved them. Han Geng really knew what they have been through.

Was it because of this? Because Han Geng couldn’t manage to take care of them without ruining his health? Or was it because of gossips? Too tight schedule? Too little attention? (Siwon laughed at that thought. Okay, they were humans, but Han Geng was not like that. Not.) Money? His bad health? There were too much reasons to considerate.

“I haven’t told anybody yet” Han Geng spoke softly, his voice trembling. “I don’t know if I will have enough courage to face them”

Siwon only nodded. His own heart was racing right now. He wanted to laugh. No, he have never been thinking about situations like this. Of course he knew that someday, someday they will part, too old to be Super Junior but maybe still young enough to stay together. He was living the day he was given, enjoying the presence of his band members. His friends. His brothers. Han Geng.

“Siyuan, please, say something”

Siyuan. Han Geng was used to calling him his Chinese name after Siwon asked him to do it. He wanted to provide him some of an encouragement, studying Chinese hard, just to be sure he could understand him more.

“Siyuan…”

“Come here” Siwon just spread his arms and took the fragile frame in an embrace.

Han Geng was a man, just like him, which meant no soft shapes, no curved waist and wider hips only delicately outlined muscles, narrow hips and square jaw. Even though Siwon knew he wasn’t going to break, he was afraid to drop him, leaving him shattered like a glass. But he liked this feeling, having him in his embrace, strong scent of something exotic dazing his mind, Han Geng’s face buried in crook of his neck.

So why did it hurt so much? Maybe because Han Geng was not all his? They never crossed the line of a friendship even if they were aware of their feelings. They were afraid of opinions, of their parents, of their career. They knew and it was enough. The small shows of affection and admiration was enough.

Why did it hurt so much when Han Geng kissed him?

It swept the remains of the night from the glass, chased away the shadow from my mind

God knows how many times Siwon has dreamed of those lips. Those lips were his greatest sin, tempting and willing. So when he has sinned already, maybe he should enjoy this just a little? Without a second thought he cupped Han Geng’s cheeks between his hands and kissed him back with all the affection he felt in him. He didn’t know when both of them started crying. Chinese male’s eyelashes were wet with tears and his mouth soon tasted salt. But that didn’t mattered. Han Geng gripped tightly the front of Siwon’s shirt and clung to him like there would be no tomorrow. They parted, only for a merely second, to catch their breath.

Their clothes landed on the floor as they climbed onto Han Geng’s bed. Hot bodies melted in one, hands exploring every piece of the skin, mouth craving for more and hazy mind. When Siwon entered him he hissed from the pain. But the pain was real. It was real. So Han Geng decided to take everything Siwon gave him that night. So when tears fell down Han Geng’s cheek Siwon didn’t know exactly if they were the tears of pain, joy or sorrow. But he made the older male to arch his back with pleasure and moan with ecstasy so it was all it mattered. Han Geng left long starches on his back but hearing him moan Siwon’s name was the best moment in younger man’s life.

They kissed, nipping at each other’s lips delicately, embracing all the time. Siwon’s nose tracing along Han Geng’s throat, sucking with his mouth from time to time on the jaw. They came together, whispering soft words of affection. The night covered them with its shadow.

It uncovered the dust on the furniture, painted the walls with the sun

Later, in the morning, there was only silence and Siwon’s thoughts with him. He didn’t know how long he had been crying before he thought that maybe he had no more tears left.

The radio plays Chopin quietly, nocturne which I know so well

Siwon leaned into his seat in the van, headphones on his ears, and looked around. He heard a soft melody his iPod played and closed his eyes. Ten. There are only ten of them left. He felt a pang in his heart when he thought about the other three. About Kibum, who was working lately as an actor (they did actually keep in touch but only through the phone and the internet), about Kangin, currently in army (in the beginning Leeteuk was really depressed and it seemed like he couldn’t get along with it but he eventually pulled himself together after Kangin’s phone call) and about Han Geng.

Han Geng was in China now, busy with his solo career and recovering. Siwon’s heart ached at merely thought about Chinese male but he didn’t want to forget. Neither he did want to show his pain to the others, that’s why he kept his cool face.

It mingled into the mood carelessly, and tapping out the time

“Hyung”

Siwon turned around and looked straight at the maknae. Kyuhyun’s brows were frowned and he looked concerned by something. Siwon smiled immediately, even if the smile was a bit fake.

“Yes?”

“You’re staying for the night, right?”

“Yeah, we are leaving early tomorrow so there’s no point for me to return to my home” or maybe he just wanted to sleep in Han Geng’s room. Donghae, who the Chinese male shared room with, said he would be sleeping with Hyukjae that night.

Siwon felt shivers running down his spine when he saw the look Kyuhyun gave him. Like he knew why Siwon wanted to stay. Maybe he did know.

“Can I sleep with you?”

That question left Siwon speechless. He opened his eyes wider at Kyuhyun who was as cool as ever. But it seemed that he was serious so Siwon coughed a little.

“And what about Sungmin?”

“What about me?”

Sungmin suddenly appeared next to the maknae and looked at him and then at Siwon with curious gaze. Kyuhyun turned his head to Sungmin and answered casually.

“I’m going to sleep with Siwon hyung tonight”

One of Sungmin’s brow went up.

“Why?”

“I can’t stand your snoring anymore” Kyuhyun didn’t even blink when stating this matter-of-factly.

Sungmin’s punch certainly hurt.

“Okay, so if you are fed up with me so much then you have a free path” he pouted and walked away.

Kyuhyun had been glaring at him until he disappeared behind the door. Then he looked again at Siwon and murmured

“He will be just fine” and then he added “I’m going to go to tell something to him and I’ll be back”

Slowly, thoughts focused on one point, what more will happen today

When Kyuhyun entered the room the first thing he saw was Siwon curled up on Han Geng’s old bed with closed eyes, nose in the pillow. He didn’t hear him coming so when he sat down beside him Siwon opened his eyes at once and Kyuhyun could exactly see that his eyes were shining with tears.

It was not like Kyuhyun had never seen Siwon crying. Maknae took him gently in his arms and run one hand through Siwon’s messed hair while the other was stroking his wide and muscled back. Siwon winced and groaned and then he pressed himself hard against Kyuhyun’s body. His arms were shaking because of his sobs. The younger male closed tightly his eyes and cursed the Chinese man.

It was the first time someone have seen him crying because of Han Geng’s departure.

(If)there’s no you, there’s no me

The world does not exist, it came to an end

Until we meet again

Siwon have been thinking sometimes if they could meet again. There were times when he woke up with this strange hope, fooling himself with false illusion. SM won’t let him meet him. Not now.

Maybe never.

(If)there’s no you, there’s no me

The world does not exist, it came to an end

One more night…

One more day…

One more moment…

One more night

One more day

One more moment

He just wanted to spend one more day with him. But that was a lie. If he spend another day with Han Geng, he knew he would definitely become greedy. One more night, one more day, one more moment…

Time heels the deepest wounds

It was already September. It was still warm and Siwon couldn’t just stop thinking that the weather was trying to tease him. The sun shone brightly but curtains in his room were still closed. Like always he would act like there was nothing bothering him in front of the other members but when he was left alone he would take his laptop and seek for the information about Han Geng’s last performance.

After the outburst in front of the maknae, Siwon hasn’t cried again. He was happy seeing Han Geng healthier, smiling and full of grace. It maintained his belief that he made a good decision about letting him go.

Imperceptibly, day by day, entwines the memory with oblivion

“For the fuck’s sake, Siwon” Kyuhyun hissed. “Pull yourself together, will you?”

Siwon gave him puzzled gaze.

“You should stop sulking. He won’t come back” Kyuhyun’s stare was strangely cold.

“I’m not… I know, okay?” Siwon growled. “What’s wrong with you?”

“With me?” he snorted. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Hankyung is not the only one who is missing. And there are other members who stayed, too!”

Siwon frowned. He could understand Kyuhyun’s point.

“Why are you so selfish? You have never been like that. We are hurt too!” and with that he stepped out of the room.

Has he really changed that much?

“Are you okay Siwon?”

Siwon looked at their leader whose eyes were concerned as he took a step forward, to the place where the younger stood.

Step by step, like good spirit

How could he have been so blind?

He stepped closer to Jungsu and hugged him suddenly.

“What’s wrong, Siwonnie?”

“I love you, Teukie hyung. We will be all right” he whispered.

Confused leader only patted his back and burst with his famous laugh. They stood there for a while, embracing each other.

I can forget about whole world, only if I would want to

But he couldn’t. He had to remember about those who stayed and needed his support.

When he called Han Geng for the first time, his heart was racing like a mad. But the Chinese male answered immediately, like he had been waiting all this time.

“Siyuan?”

“Ye-yeah, gege”

“…”

“How are you-“

“I thought you hated me”

“Why?”

“You never called… I was too afraid…”

“I was, too. But ge…”

“Yes?”

“I love you”

I would go the farthest distance

Ahead, when the world ends

Fill the emptiness in my heart with road

They talked, a lot even. They exchanged messages in the morning, short “how are yous” between their schedules and shared long talks in the evening. Sometimes Siwon had an urge to leave everything and go to him. But it was only his unreal dream.

He had dreams about him. He dreamt that he was chasing him, chasing him to no end. Sometimes he got lost, sometimes he could only hear Han Geng’s voice. He hasn’t found him yet in his dream. But he promised to himself that he will.

Left everything behind

And never look back

He is going ahead but he is never alone. His past is tied with his present and his present is tied with his future. But somehow he can’t see this future. What more will happen?

Maybe forget

He doesn’t want to.

Maybe forget

So he doesn’t.

(If)there’s no you, there’s no me

The world does not exist, it came to an end

Until we meet again

(If)there’s no you, there’s no me

The world does not exist, it came to an end

One more night, one more day

One more moment

When Siwon is in China for some promotions he secretly goes to see Han Geng. Only Kyuhyun knows and so Siwon thanks him for everything.

One more night, one more day

Maybe one more moment

(If)there’s no you, there’s no me

The world does not exist, it came to an end

Until we meet again

An embrace. A kiss. A touch. It’s everything they need right know.

(If)there’s no you, there’s no me

The world does not exist, it came to an end

One more night, one more day

One more moment

One more night, one more day

One more moment!

Just the way you are

2010-11-03T10:26:46Z

Request from : pingu_pingu
Title : Just the way you are
Paring : SiHan
Genre : fluff/romance
Rating : G?
Disclaimer : If I owned them, they would be married by now
Summary : Siwon knows the meaning of word “perfection”
A/N : So. This is the second request, this time from pingu_pingu. It’s a bit short but this is my first time writing a song fic (I had to switch “she/her” to “he/his” of course ^__^). I’ve focused on Siwon’s point of view… well, because I felt like it :D It's just that the song suits to Han Geng. If someone know some good song that suits to Siwon I would gladly write similar fic just with Han Geng’s pov. Any ideas?

Oh, and don’t forget to feed me with comments :D I think I’m addicted to it XD

This fic goes to : pingu_pingu

Song : Bruno Mars – Just the way you are

Oh, his eyes, his eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining

Siwon looked into Han Geng’s eyes, deep brown and deliciously exotic. It always amazed Siwon how Chinese man could captivate him by only just his stare. Han Geng’s eyes were like a window to his soul, so full of passion, love, sadness, pain, lust, longing. It was everything. And Siwon wanted to know every emotion running through his eyes. He wanted to see the sunrise, bright sun, sunset and stars in his eyes. Han Geng’s eyes were wonderfully beautiful.

His hair, his hair, falls perfectly without him trying

He's so beautiful, and I tell him every day

Han Geng’s hair was soft. Not when he had all those hair products but when they were at home, without make-ups and artificiality. When they lay in bed, Siwon’s hand combing his hair. Han Geng had various colors of his hair – brown, white, dark blond and mostly his natural black hair. Siwon loved his every hairdo as long as he could play with it. When he was doing it Han Geng would lean a little because he once told Siwon he loved it. Oh, how beautiful he was. Was it normal that he found the male so beautiful? The way he danced, the way he posed to the photo shoot, the way he arched because of Siwon’s touch… So he tells him every day…

Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment him he won't believe me

And it's so, it's so, sad to think that he don't see what I see

But every time he asks me do I look ok, I say

Siwon loves to compliment Han Geng. He then leans to him, murmuring to his ear sweet things. It makes him happy when he sees Han Geng blushing over his words but he feels also a little bit disappointed because he can’t make him believe in his words. And his words are always genuine. He says to him that he looks beautiful, sexy, he can’t tear his eyes away from his frame, and he says I love you, I love you, I love you thousand times. He never feels bored.

When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change

Because you're amazing, just the way you are

When they’re on the stage they have to wear tones of make-up and so on but Siwon knows that the man he loves is perfect anytime.

And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while

Because boy you're amazing, just the way you are

His smile is the most beautiful smile in the whole world. It takes Siwon breath away and there’s only his Geng. The way his lips are curving with gentleness, his smile reaching his eyes. And Siwon can’t find the right words to say how much he loves him when he realizes that this smile is for him. It feels like heaven for him.

His lips, his lips, I could kiss them all day if he let me

It’s Han Geng who initiated their first kiss. First Siwon saw his chocolate brown eyes, then his fingers touched Geng’s silk hair. Chinese man’s face was so close. Siwon saw his lips curving and after a second he could feel Han Geng’s warm and soft lips on his. The spark of affection run down his spine. It was a perfect first kiss. Even now it’s perfect because Siwon can’t resist the taste of Han Geng’s lips. If he could he would kiss him all day. Lift him in his arms and kiss his smiles, just kiss him, kiss him to the end of the world.

His laugh, his laugh, he hates but I think it's so sexy

He's so beautiful, and I tell him every day

If Siwon hears Han Geng laughing, he’s happy. Because it means Han Geng’s happy and he just wants nothing else but see his lover happy. It’s his only wish. So beautiful…

Oh, you know, you know, you know, I'd never ask you to change

If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same

So, don't even bother asking if you look ok

You know I'll say

Siwon doesn’t want Han Geng to change. Chinese male is like a bird to him. Real, full of life and grace, colorful, free… He can’t be perfect for everyone but he is for Siwon. So even if it hurts he says to him “be yourself”. Siwon is there to protect him and to help him. If his bird falls he will be always there to catch him and cure his wounded wings. Just to see him flying again.

When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change

Because you're amazing, just the way you are

And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while

Because boy you're amazing, just the way you are

The way you are, the way you are

Boy you're amazing, just the way you are

When they’re in China, Han Geng always brings him to his home. Siwon knows his mother and he loves her. He loves Geng. So one evening when they are sitting on veranda (Han Geng is busy talking on the phone with their manager inside of the house) he says to her “Thank you”. She looks into his eyes and she knows. When Han Geng joins them and sits between them, his shoulder around his mother’s arms but his eyes not leaving Siwon, she knows.

This is what ‘ perfection ’ means.

When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change

Because you're amazing, just the way you are

And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while

Because boy you're amazing, just the way you are

When I talk to you

2010-11-02T13:26:26Z

Request from : funkyaries
Title : When I talk to you
Paring : QMi… sort of; ninja!SiHan and EunHae
Genre : fluff
Rating : G (some mentions of romance?)
Warnings : Kyuhyun is a talking puppy :D
Disclaimer : they’re not mine ;A;
Summary : Zhou Mi is a little bit lonely. Then he finds a really special dog
A/N : So… I was wondering how should Kyupuppy look like. Then it was like : ‘Hey, that picture!’. And by ‘that picture’ I mean THIS. And ONE MORE. So yeah… this is how they look like :D Oh, and sorry for the ninja!SiHan (and EunHae) XD I just had to ;) I have this feeling that this fic has no plot XD
I'm sick lately but I decided not to waste my time and I started to write requests :D I think this fic is a bit... long? If 7 pages in Word mean something XD Oh, and I didn't check the text twice because my eyes hurt like hell so I hope there aren't any errors ^__^
This is for funkyaries <3

Zhou Mi sighed and supported his head with his hand. He was sitting beside the bar on a high stool, dying of boredom. The café he was working at was really close to the university so most of their clients were students. But right now it was 10a.m which meant that they were probably on their lectures. There were only four girls, sitting at the table close to the bar where Zhou Mi sat. They were obviously looking at him when they thought he didn’t look. Every other man would be happy for this but for Zhou Mi it was rather ridiculous. He would go over to their table, flash them a smile or two, ask if they wanted something more and smile once again. Girls would swoon at him and blush and they would definitely order something, asking with sweet voice for some advice with choosing.

Yes. Zhou Mi didn’t like it when herd of giggling girls where picking him up. He felt observed, he heard them whisper about him and it made him uncomfortable. He was romantic type. He wanted to go out for a walk, or maybe stay inside and cook for his love, wake up beside him/her. Zhou Mi pouted.

“You will scare the customers with a face like that” he suddenly heard someone talk to him.

Han Geng stood behind the bar with small smile on his face, hands crossed on his chest. He had his jacket on so Zhou Mi guessed he was leaving.

“Very funny, ge. Going somewhere?” he asked, slightly disappointed.

“Yes. Siwon promised me that he would take me for a lunch today” it was almost painful to watch this glowing aura the older male had around him.

“Hey! You’re the boss here! You should be here more often, not wandering around with your boyfriend!” Zhou Mi complained.

Han Geng’s cheeks turned red.

“He is not my boyfriend”

“Okay. So, soon-to-be-boyfriend then” Zhou Mi rolled his eyes. Really why those two had to be in such denial? “Go, or he will start worrying that something happened to you.”

Zhou Mi stepped a little back because Han Geng was ready to smack him on his arm.

“I should fire you long time ago” the older told him with a sigh.

“Yeah, you’ve told me that already… like ten times” Zhou Mi grinned. “But you love me too much to actually fire me”

“And have I mentioned that you’re annoying?”

“Yes”

“How about ‘too smiley’?”

“Well, that one’s new. But people did tell me that I have wonderful smile” and to prove this Zhou Mi gave him his bestest smile.

Han Geng groaned and laughed.

“Mei should be here in a moment. Henry is in the kitchen and Li Xu is with him” he told him. “If there’s an emergency, call me”

“Yeah, like something would ever happen” Zhou Mi rolled his eyes. “Just go and have some fun with your boyfriend”

Han Geng turned red.

“How many times I have to say HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND?”

***

Zhou Mi walked along the street, full of people running to somewhere. The sun was still shining brightly and it was really warm. He was not in hurry. Zhou Mi was living alone in little apartment in the centre, not far away from the café. Sometimes he wished though, that someone could wait for him at home. He couldn’t afford a flat mate because place was too small.

Zhou Mi hadn’t even noticed that he stopped in the middle of pavement, staring blankly at large shop window. He looked then more consciously at small white rabbit. It was fluffy and sweet and its nose was instantly moving. Zhou Mi squealed mentally. He smiled and decided to come in.

The scent of animals hit his nose. The hole place was filled with pets – little dogs and cats, tiny rabbits and hamsters. There were toys and food and it was so incredibly colorful it gave Zhou Mi a headache. It was really loud with all those pets barking and meowing.

“Hello, I’m Donghai. How can I help you?” cheerful voice belonged to tall and young boy with longish brown hair. He was smiling at Zhou Mi cutely so Zhou Mi couldn’t help himself but shove him his famous wide grin.

“I was passing by and I just saw this little bunny. It’s really cute” he told the boy ‘and so are you’ he added to himself.

“Oh, this one” boy nodded. “They are sweet but they need a lot of attention”

Zhou Mi pouted.

“So they are not for me. I work and study a lot”

“Then maybe you should buy a fish?” Donghai’s face lit up with emotions. He pointed behind himself at large shelves where stood tanks with colorful fishes.

“Oh, no, thank you” Zhou Mi said. “I can’t afford all this tanks and stuff for fishes”

The boy pouted. But then Zhou Mi heard a bark. He turned and looked down right at the little puppy playing with a stripe of his bag. He smiled and leaned down.

“Hey there, little cutie” he reached his hand to caress puppy’s fur. It was curly and reddish. The dog looked at him and started biting playfully his fingers, trying to pull him with him.

Zhou Mi chuckled slightly and with one movement he took the puppy on his hands and looked straight into its eyes.

“You want to come with me?”

Puppy barked once more and tried to reach his hand with its tongue.

“Can I have him?” Zhou Mi asked the boy who was now staring at bright orange fish swimming in the tank.

“Of course!” he smiled and took a look at the puppy. “I see you chose Kui Xian? I’m happy! No one wanted to have him. I really don’t know why”

Zhou Mi bought some food and the leash for puppy while Donghai was still talking. When he was about to leave, boy’s cell phone rang.

“Hi Hyukkie! I was about to call you!” his tone was extremely cheerful. “Listen, they brought us new fishes! Can I take one home?” there was a short pause and Zhou Mi caught the sight of pouting Donghai and the last sentence before he left the shop. “But… but Hyukkie!”

Puppy fell asleep on Zhou Mi’s hands.

***

The next morning was the weirdest Zhou Mi ever had. He woke up at 6.30 in the morning, the sun was already shining brightly, warming his bare back. Zhou Mi purred with delight and didn’t even think about opening his eyes. He could get up at 7 because it was Friday so his shift starts after noon.

Suddenly, he felt four soft paws and tickling sensation of curly fur. Zhou Mi had thought that puppies were supposed to licking or at least bite but not… talk.

“Hey, you, Mr. Smiley!” Zhou Mi at first felt cold shivers down his spine. “Wake up and give me some food!”

Okay. That was so not happening.

“ Hurry up and give.me.food!”

Now the puppy (TALKING puppy) was jumping on his back, hurting it with its claws.

Zhou Mi violently turned on his back causing the puppy roll trough the bed and fall on the floor. Chinese male thanked himself mentally that he had soft carpet beside the bed so the puppy couldn’t be hurt.

“Yah! Are you crazy?!” he heard something between bark and scream.

He shifted on his elbows and looked over the edge of the bed. There laid the puppy on its back, all four paws in the air. If only Zhou Mi hadn’t been so shocked, he would have thought it was cute. But he was shocked.

“Do you even understand what I’m saying?!”

Zhou Mi pulled himself together and took the puppy to his hands.

“Kui Xian?” he asked faintly. “You talk?”

“Yeah, and so what?” it seemed that his behavior was not even close to his sweet appearance. “Put me down or I’ll bite you”

Zhou Mi didn’t even pay attention to Kui Xian’s threat. He hold puppy tight in his hands, not letting him run away.

“But why?”

“What ‘why’?” puppy’s voice sounded annoyed.

“Why can you talk? You’re an animal” Zhou Mi was dumbstruck.

“I have to say you’re good with observation” puppy snorted.

“Animals are not supposed to talk”

“Sometimes I have the feeling that humans shouldn’t talk, too” Zhou Mi could swear that he saw the puppy rolling his eyes. “I don’t know why I can talk. Just live with it. If you don’t want me than give me back to the pet shop. Like the others did”

Chinese male immediately closed his opened mouth.

“What ‘others’?”

Kui Xian looked at him like he was dumb.

“You’ve heard what Donghai said. He didn’t know why anyone wanted me. But I know… hey, put me down ‘cause I’m losing my breath here”

Zhou Mi put the puppy on the bed sheets and waited for the rest of the story.

“My previous owners were mostly mid-aged people with kids. Once they heard me speaking they gave me away, probably they were scared”

“So why did you talk to them?” Zhou Mi asked.

“And why do you talk?” the puppy snorted again. “Because you can. You can talk so you talk. I can talk so I talk too”

Zhou Mi nodded in agreement. It made sense. He himself could not not-talk.

“So feed me and take me to Donghai”

He frowned.

“Why should I take you to Donghai?”

“Because you don’t want a talking dog?”

“Who told you that? You’re mine now!” Zhou Mi smiled cheerfully and took the puppy again in his hands.

Kui Xian looked at him with disbelief and tilted his head to the side. He then felt himself being hugged by Chinese male.

Zhou Mi decided that he could spend some more time in bed with his puppy. He laid on his left side, embracing Kui Xian to his neck. He felt happy when he felt little tongue on is Adam apple.

“You are so cute, Kui Xian”

But the claws on his arm hurt.

***

“This puppy is really attached to you, MiMi” Han Geng laughed, seeing Kui Xian snuggling on Zhou Mi’s laps.

He, Han Geng and Siwon were in his apartment, drinking wine and talking about everything and nothing. Zhou Mi was sitting on his favorite armchair with Kui Xian on his laps and his guests were on small sofa. Zhou Mi surely noticed one of Siwon’s hand sneaking around Han Geng’s waist while the other was busy with glass of wine. He giggled inwardly. It was such fun watching their flushed faces.

“Yes, he is quite possessive too” Zhou Mi laughed along, caressing his puppy’s fur. “You remember my neighbor?”

“Oh, this tall and handsome Englishman?” Han Geng smiled and winked to Zhou Mi.

Pouting Siwon was such a lovely sight!

“Yes, well, I thought he felt something for me maybe. He came here few days ago” Zhou Mi sipped from his glass. “But Kui Xian gave him small show of jealousy”

They laughed and Zhou Mi couldn’t overlook the sight in puppy’s eyes. He kissed the top of his head and tousled his fur.

“Can I hold him?” Han Geng put his glass on the table and looked at the puppy.

Zhou Mi throw a quick glance at Kui Xian. He knew he was about to say something so he dig one of his fingers between his little ribs which caused puppy to groan.

“I think he’s still afraid of strangers” Zhou Mi explained them quickly. “This thing with his last owners…”

Han Geng nodded.

“Yeah, I don’t know why they didn’t keep him”

“Geng’s right. I mean… he’s adorable” Siwon said, looking at the puppy.

Oh no.

“Wha-…”

“I think Kui Xian is hungry!” Zhou Mi stood up with the dog safe on his arms. “Wait here for a minute, okay?”

Siwon and Han Geng exchanged glances.

***

Late in the night Zhou Mi laid in his bed, enjoying the warmth of the sheets. Suddenly he felt the bed dip a little and he heard sniffling. Then his bare arm was nudged by puppy’s wet nose, once, then twice, and then he just couldn’t resist him.

He turned so he laid on his right side and pressed Kui Xian to his chest.

“You’re angry with me?”

Zhou Mi frowned.

“Why should I?”

“I almost said something to them” Kui Xian whined. “And then they would know”

“I don’t want them to know only because I’m selfish and I want you to myself only” Zhou Mi starched his puppy behind his ear.

“So you won’t give me away?”

Zhou Mi sighed.

“Nope. You’re stuck with me to the end of our lives"

Peaceful night

2010-10-19T22:21:23Z

Title : Peaceful night
Rating : PG-13? (I still suck at this ;A;)
Genre : fluff/romance; au!
Paring : SiHan
Disclaimer : only story
Summary : At night the memories are coming back
A/N : This is the last part. Next week will be a hell for me because of the school. But I’ll write the requests and then we’ll see :D I don’t have much to say so… GIVE SIHAN SOME LOVE ♥ (I’m definitely will become diabetic because of the amount of the fluffiness I write :D)

Han Geng slipped under the red sheets, finally feeling refreshed. As his head hit the pillow his eyes have immediately shut. He hummed softly, enjoying the nice feeling of the bed. He felt the mattress dipping under Siwon’s weight. Soon, he could feel his back pressed to the latter’s chest.

“You’re such a cuddle monster” Han Geng laughed.

“Yes, I am” Siwon grinned. “And you love it”

Chinese male purred when his lover placed a chaste kiss on his shoulder blade.

“Of course. As long as you’re cuddling with me”

Siwon’s laugh filled the room. They lay in the darkness, inhaling each other’s scent. Then Han Geng suddenly turned around to face his lover.

“Do you remember our first official date?” he asked with a grin on his face.

Siwon blushed immediately and groaned.

“I would rather not” the younger admitted, trying to ignore Han Geng’s loud snort. ”Geng-ge… “ he moaned, his face bright red.

“But you were so sweet” the latter said, still with a smile on his lips and brushed his lover’s cheek with his hand.

Siwon pouted.

“It was embarrassing, not sweet”

Han Geng shook his head.

“You’re sweet when you’re embarrassed” he told him and leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

“You really weren’t mad at me that time?” Siwon asked, still a bit worried.

“If I had I wouldn’t date you anymore” Chinese male shifted closer to his love and placed his head under Siwon’s chin.

***

Han Geng couldn’t calm his madly beating heart. He wouldn’t be surprised if Siwon could hear it. He was so nervous about their first real date (they’ve known each other for 3 months but only as friends) that he couldn’t sleep the previous night. He just lay in his bed wondering what he should wear and what they would be talking about. The last thing he wanted was an awkward silence between them.

But then he realized that if they were talking so much when they were together it couldn’t be different this time. And he knew Siwon liked when he was wearing those tight black pants. He could wear a white shirt and that stylish vest he bought last time when he was shopping with Zhou Mi. In fact, that could be a good solution because Siwon told him he was bringing him to the new Italian restaurant. Han Geng preferred Chinese food, but hey… he was going on a date with a hot, charming, young man! Who would care?

Siwon said that he would come to pick him up so when Han Geng opened the door to let him in, he could only stare at the male in front of him with admiration. Siwon was dressed all in black, well-fitting pants, elegant jacket and a dark, low cut V-neck T-shirt under it. Chinese blinked a few times to snap himself out of daze. His heart started racing like galloping horse when Siwon showed him his famous dimpled smile.

Oh God, what if he faints?

They went to Siwon’s car and left to the restaurant. Han Geng was right. Everything was like always, they were talking about the same things, laughing at the jokes like usual and even the butterflies in Han Geng’s stomach were normal (he always had this feeling around Siwon) but there was one difference. They were aware of their feelings. It was hard not to notice the flirting tone Siwon used, the ‘not-so-random’ brushes of their hands on the table and their slightly blushed faces.

It was certainly a nice date.

But when they were about to leave Siwon looked at him, pale faced, and said with trembling voice :

“I don’t have money”

At first Han Geng thought it was a joke but when he looked at the younger he realized that he was serious. He barely restrained himself from giggling. Of course he felt sorry for him but this embarrassed face when he had to pay for both of them was really adorable. Han Geng wasn’t angry. It wasn’t like Siwon did that on purpose. It could happen to anyone. But he knew that Siwon must have been feeling really bad about that.

***

“After that day you were calling and texting me about six times a day just to say sorry” Han Geng laughed at that recollection.

“Do you even know how I felt that time?” Siwon murmured shyly. “It was the worst moment in my life”

Han Geng punched lightly his lover’s arm.

“Oh, thank you… you think that our date was that bad?” he teased him.

“No! I…”

“I know. I know…” Chinese male cuddled to him close. “Don’t think about that night as your worst because of that accident. Think about it as your best…”

“… because now I have you” Siwon cupped his chin and lifted it a bit so he could capture his lips with his own for a long and calm kiss. “And do you remember our first kiss?” this time the younger asked his lover when they pulled apart.

Han Geng brushed his lips along Siwon’s strong jaw.

“How could I forget that one?” he asked, smiling dreamily. “It was after the second date. You were so surprised that you couldn’t move for a few seconds”

“How could I know you would kiss me?” Siwon pouted and changed their position. Now he was hanging over his lover, looking down at him. “While I was walking you home I was only able to think if I could kiss you goodnight. I was really nervous. And you just did it!”

“Well… maybe you want to reenact it?” Han Geng smiled slyly at him, throwing his arms around Siwon’s neck, entwining his finger in his dark, messy hair.

Siwon grinned like a kid and leaned down for another kiss, this time his tongue begging for an entrance. He savored the taste of the hot cavern of Han Geng’s mouth, caressing softly his tights at the same time. After a while they pulled away, Chinese man’s hands still holding the latter’s cheeks.

“Have you ever thought what your life would be like if you haven’t met me?” Han Geng suddenly asked with serious tone.

The younger male didn’t answer right back. But then he leaned forward and murmured against his lips.

“No. Because I don’t even remember how it felt like without you”

Han Geng could swear that it was the happiness that run through his veins. The younger man suddenly looked to his left. The latter followed Siwon’s gaze which was on bedside clock. It was 1a.m, Sunday. May 17^th.

“Oh…”

Siwon moved his gaze to Han Geng’s face and smiled.

“Happy 5^th anniversary, Geng”

Hot evening

2010-10-18T16:26:09Z

Title : Hot evening
Rating : NC-17
Genre : smut
Paring : SiHan
Author : addictivemonkey
Disclaimer : ~~mine~~ … they’re not mine
Summary : Han Geng feels insecure after Siwon’s mother visit
A/N : I’m ninja fast :D I told you guys that you’ll have to wait for this part but… my physics lessons are sooo boring! D: So I wrote this. This is my first time writing smut and I’m not really satisfied with it but I’ll never probably be satisfied :< It's a bit short and I'm afraid it turned out as a one big fail but... Here we go~~

They were sitting in the dark living room, Siwon’s arms circled around Han Geng’s waist, his lover’s head on his collarbone. Chinese man’s hand was on his chest, caressing it slowly.

“Don’t worry, Han Geng” Siwon suddenly broke the silence.

“I’m not worried” he answered, obviously lying.

Siwon looked at him, smiling sadly.

“Of course you are” he told him, kissing the top of his head. “So don’t.”

Han Geng sighed. Siwon knew him too well. He was worried, who wouldn’t? She was Siwon’s mother and he was the reason of their quarrel. He didn’t even realize that he said this last sentence out loud.

Siwon’s grip tightened.

“Don’t you ever think like that!” his voice was full of anger. “This is all about my choice, not you. They were angry with me because I decided to be a photographer. Then I chose you. I just chose who I wanted to be. Not who they wanted me to be.”

“But you can’t deny that they don’t approve of our relationship… because we’re both men. “

Siwon didn’t answer. Han Geng kissed the crook of his lover’s neck.

“But you chose me” he looked at Siwon and smiled.

The younger male flashed him his dimpled smile. Han Geng leaned forward to plant a kiss on Siwon’s lips and run his hand through the latter’s hair. They kissed slowly, showing each other their affection and support.

“Come” Han Geng whispered against Siwon’s ear and pulled him up.

They went to their bedroom and when they got there they just stood in the middle of the room. They didn’t let go of each other as their hands were exploring their bodies. Siwon reached once again for those delicious lips and claimed them as his.

Han Geng was his. Only his.

His hands slipped under Chinese man’s shirt and caressed heated skin of his back. Han Geng purred into his mouth and stepped closer, pressing his hips to Siwon’s. Their moans filled the room. Chinese pulled them back and the younger male pushed him to the bed.

Han Geng melted in Siwon’s arms. This man could make him shiver just under his look so when he was touching him, his skin was on fire. He arched his back when he felt gently stroke of Siwon’s hand on his member. He closed his eyes, digging his fingers into Siwon’s muscular back. He could feel everything – his lover’s touch, his mouth on his Adam’s apple and his loving gaze.

“Siwon” Han Geng whispered, his voice trembling. “Make love to me”

Siwon reached to the bedside table for a lube. Soon, one of his fingers was inside older man. It didn’t hurt. Neither did second finger. But it was necessary to prepare him for Siwon because he didn’t want to hurt him. Third finger joined. It was a bit uncomfortable but when Siwon started moving them deeper Han Geng sighed. He moved his hips along with his lover’s fingers.

“I need you” he moaned, stopping his hand by gripping his wrist.

Siwon didn’t even hesitate. He positioned himself over Han Geng, leaning down to capture his sweet lips. He entered him, trying to be as gentle as possible, savoring the heat surrounding his hard member. When he started moving they both moaned loudly, Han Geng arching his back, looking for some more friction. Siwon could feel his lover’s nails scratching his back and he couldn’t help himself but push forward harder. Han Geng choked on his own breath, feeling that the tip of Siwon’s member brushed his spot. He tightened his tights on his lover’s sides to bring him closer. They shared an open mouthed kiss.

Han Geng shivered, feeling that his prostate was constantly abused. So when Siwon started pumping his member he knew he won’t last. He came hard with Siwon’s name on his lips, clenching around younger male. Soon, he felt his lover’s warm seed inside him.

They were out of breath. Siwon lay next to Han Geng and brought his one hand to older’s cheek. The latter had his eyes closed but he smiled, breathing heavily. He instinctively moved toward Siwon, seeking for some warmth. He found not only this but also his lover’s lips planting soft kisses along his jaw line.

“I love you, Geng” he heard a whisper.

Chinese male opened his eyes and looked right into the latter’s warm brown eyes. He felt safe now.

“I love you too, Siwon”

It was sugary sweet and so cliché but Han Geng loved every second of this moment. He wanted to stay like that forever, cut off from the world, from everything. But he knew there’s still tomorrow, there’s still another day to spend with his love… that gave him courage to live.

Siwon was the reason.

“Wanna bath?” Han Geng just smiled in response for Siwon’s question. Yes, a bath would be nice.

“Wait here” younger male stood up and went through the door to their own bathroom.

While he was waiting for the warm water to fill up the bathtub he started thinking.

How lucky he was to have this man?

And as Han Geng came through the door only with Siwon’s white shirt on (oh, so beautiful), Siwon couldn’t stop himself from thinking that the choice he made was his life’s best decision.

Next -> Peaceful night

Unpleasant afternoon

2010-10-17T14:41:59Z

Title : Unpleasant afternoon
Genre : romance/angstish?; au!
Rating : PG-13; some swearing and some sexual suggesting
Paring : SiHan
Disclaimer : yet again, only story
Summary : It was supposed to be a nice afternoon for the two of them

A/N : READ THIS! I’m fast :D So… You’ll have to probably wait for the next part because right now I don’t have too much time but I’ll be probably writing at school too so I can update faster :D And I’ll tell you a secret : next part’s suppose to be a smut! :D Well, it’ll be my first time writing a smut in English so it’ll take some time because I don’t want it to be a fail >.<

Comments do not bite~~ neither do I ^__^

Siwon got out of the car and brushed away a strand of his hair from forehead. He gently took a paper bag with red wine in it from back seat and locked the car. He fixed his camera hanging from his shoulder and moved toward the apartment. In the morning the sun was shining but now it was more cloudy. It took Siwon a little while before he could open the front door of the tall building of apartment complex with everything in his hands. He blessed mentally the person who invented the elevator.

He didn’t even bother to find his keys. He knocked at the door with his foot, trying not to drop the wine and his equipment. Five seconds later the door opened revealing smiling Han Geng with an apron on.

This sight made Siwon warm inside. It felt so domestic and familiar. He smiled to his lover, showing his dimples which he knew Han Geng adored, and came in.

“So how was your photo shoot?”

“Okay, I guess. The model who I worked with was really annoying though. She wanted us to treat her like a princess. I don’t know where Heechul finds them” he answered and watched as Han Geng made his way to the cooker.

“And of course she was swooning over you all the time?” Chinese man asked ironically.

“Of course” Siwon flashed him sly grin and stepped to him close, hugging Han Geng from behind. “Like the way you did it on Zhou Mi’s party for the first time” he whispered into his ear.

Han Geng shivered slightly and just elbowed Siwon in his stomach. The latter pouted but kissed him on the spot behind his ear and hummed.

“What’s for dinner?” he asked after a while.

“Spicy chicken with rice” Han Geng answered and peeked at the bag Siwon left on the kitchen counter. “What’s that?”

“A wine of course” Siwon stepped back and started looking for a corkscrew.

And as if Han Geng could read his mind, he told him, without even looking :

“It’s in that drawer beside the fridge”

Siwon smiled to himself and following older’s directions he found it.

“You’re ready with the dinner?”

“Yeah. Take some glasses and we can eat.”

***

They sat at the table, talking and laughing at each other stories, enjoying their time together. It was half past three when they started cleaning up the dishes, splashing water around them when Siwon decided it was time to play like little children. Their cheerful laugh filled the kitchen and when they plopped into the couch they were still breathless.

“So… you’re not angry with me?” Siwon suddenly asked.

Han Geng, who was leaning his back at him, frowned.

“Why should I?”

Siwon sighed.

“I know you, Geng. I didn’t wake you up…”

“Don’t be silly” Chinese man interrupted him, turning around to face his lover. “It’s not something I should be angry for”

Siwon looked at him, not convinced. Han Geng groaned.

“Well, okay… I thought about punishing you… but only for a while!” he admitted, his face heating up at the memory of this morning.

Younger man’s face lit up with some emotion and so he slipped his arms around Han Geng’s waist and brought his face close to his.

“So what kind of a punishment you came up with?” he murmured the question against his lips.

Han Geng felt shivers for the second time that day and he decided that he could play with Siwon if the latter wanted it that much. He grasped fistful of younger’s shirt and brought him a little bit closer to him.

“I had been wearing your shirt all morning and was thinking about sending you a photo of mine. I thought you would appreciate it as a photographer” he grinned slyly, looking into his dark orbs. He saw them lighting up at the mention about the shirt.

“I can’t quite imagine it. You think you could show me?” Siwon’s fingers dig into his hipbone and his hair, his breath hot and uneven against Han Geng’s lips.

“I think we could arrange something…” Han Geng was just about to lean into the warmth, just an inch and their lips could have met, but then the door bell rang loudly making them jolt in shock.

Siwon closed his eyes and groaned. He leaned his back against the couch and murmured something that sounded like “Of course it has to be now… why not?” . Han Geng laughed at him, stroking his tight with comfort and stood up to get the door. He could still hear unpleased Siwon in the hallway which was quite amusing. But when he opened the door his smile dropped immediately.

There she was. His little own hell on the earth.

Siwon’s mother.

It was quite funny at the beginning – watching her face covered with some shock – it made Han Geng somehow content. But then her expression changed into pure disgust. Suddenly he could feel his heart in his throat. They were just standing there, neither of them said anything, they were just staring at each other – one with contempt, the other one with anxiety.

He didn’t know why and when Siwon came to his side. Maybe this silence drew him there, he didn’t know and didn’t care. Han Geng couldn’t even move from the spot he was standing.

“Mother?”

She didn’t answer. She was still looking at Chinese man, her lips twitching hard.

“What are you doing here?” it came to them as a surprise, because she was the one who asked this question. And it was directed to Han Geng.

He didn’t know what to say so he just shot a pleading look at Siwon who was standing beside him with his jaw clenched tightly.

Siwon’s mother came in, letting the door behind her shut.

“We live together” younger male answered emphasizing word ‘together’.

“You let him stay here?” Han Geng knew she was mad. He had this doubtful pleasure to meet her few times. “What will neighbors think…” she spoke the last sentence rather to herself but they’ve heard it just right.

“Like I care what they think” Siwon gritted his teeth. “If you want to know the old lady who lives across adores us. Better tell me what are you here for?”

Han Geng retrieved some of his strength and stepped back a little to be closer to Siwon. It didn’t escape her attention.

“We talked with your father and decided to give you a chance. You could leave this… behind. There’s a doctor who is willing to see you…”

Right now Han Geng could feel his guts twisting with insecurity. He grabbed Siwon’s hand which was curled into a fist. He was shivering with anger.

“When will you get it?” Siwon asked in a low voice. “I don’t need some fucking psychiatrist pretending like it’s some kind of disease.”

“I see that this little filthy whore has got through your veins” Han Geng paled and looked at Siwon who was now not only mad but furious.

“Get out” he said quietly.

But it appeared that she was not intending to leave. She pointed at Han Geng suddenly.

“You. You made him like this. It’s your fault.”

“Stop it” Siwon was ready to burst, Han Geng knew it. He himself was too shocked to do something.

“You seduced him and now you’re using him. I bet he’s paying for everything. You’re happy now, aren’t you? You have found a reach boy so you could…”

“STOP IT!”

Before he could register, Siwon swung the door open and with heavy breath he hissed.

“Get out of our live”

And so she did.

***

They sat silently in the living room on the leather couch. Siwon held him close, Han Geng’s face was pressed to his neck and a hand was caressing his hair. Chinese man’s heart was beating madly and so did Siwon’s. Neither of them dared to speak but when the younger male pressed a long kiss to his forehead, murmuring something, Han Geng looked at him. His lover’s eyes were filled with pain so he brought his palm to the latter’s cheek and brushed it gently.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“I should be the one to ask this” Siwon smiled weakly.

“I was shocked but… it’s not something we should be surprised about, right?”

Siwon just nodded, jaw still clenched tight. Yes, it was not. Siwon’s parents knew about them. So did Han Geng’s mum. But the difference was like a waterfall. His parents was so strongly against their relationship that they even disowned him. They have found out by accident. They were just too careless. Siwon’s mother caught them kissing in his room when she and his father had returned a bit earlier from the dinner. Then it was like hell. His parents barely endured his decision about becoming a photographer – he was supposed to run one of his father’s business. And then came the news about him being with another man. Chinese man.

How he wished his parents would react like Han Geng’s mom. They’ve seen each other only few times but the lady adored him and treated him like her own son. Of course she was a little disappointed with a thought that she won’t have probably any grandchildren but she was happy as long as Han Geng was. And so she became a family to him because his own left him.

Siwon felt Han Geng’s hug tighten and then he realized that his shirt is slightly wet. He looked at him and saw his glistening eyes. He was not openly crying, Han Geng barely ever cried, but the pain was too much for him. For Siwon too.

He locked his lover in his arms murmuring all the time like a mantra :

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Siwon kissed his hand, cheek, nose, closed eyelids and finally his dry lips.

He decided. He’d have to be crazy to let this man go.

Next -> Hot evening

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Yes, it’s a fic request! So… I thought that maybe I could do something like that. Here we go :

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Silent morning

2010-10-16T15:22:36Z

Title : Silent Morning
Genre : fluff, au!
Rating : PG
Paring : SiHan, ninja!EunHae
Author : addictivemonkey
Disclaimer : I own only the story
Summary : It’s Saturday morning when Han Geng wakes up
A/N : My first fic was angst so now I’ll give you some fluff :D There will be 3 more fics in this AU. There’s no plot. Just random day from SiHan’s life.

Han Geng felt warm. Sun peeked through the window brushing his naked arm. He purred in delight and stretched his arms, the sheets wrapped around his body. Then he suddenly felt something was wrong. He lay there with his eyes closed, thinking about it. And then it popped to his mind. There was no arms wrapped around him tightly like it should.

Han Geng opened instantly his eyes and looked around. He was in their room, there was no doubt. White walls decorated with pictures of them and Han’s mum, dark, wooden commode in the corner, big mirror above it. And this scent room was filled with. He could recognize Siwon’s scent. It was firm, manly and somehow comforting.

He looked at the clock standing on the bedside table. It was nearly 9 in the morning. And it was Saturday. So that meant Siwon was at work for almost an hour. Han Geng groaned. He didn’t even noticed that Siwon had woke up and got to work. On normal days he was the one to wake up first. He would go to the bathroom to refresh himself a little to help himself stay awake. Then he’d go to the kitchen, make some breakfast and morning coffee. He’d go back to the bedroom with food, put it on bedside table and he’d slip under the sheets just beside Siwon. Waking him up was his favorite part of the morning. Han Geng would put his one hand on his chest lightly and stroke his cheek with the other. Siwon always wakes up because of this. And when his eyes are still half closed Han Geng just kisses him gently on the lips which are curved into a smile.

But it was Saturday. Han Geng, as a dance instructor, was not working on Saturdays. Saturday was Eunhyuk shift and even if Han Geng had expressed once his will to come, he heard gentle refuse. He was completely sure it was somehow related with a new dance instructor – young boy named Donghae. He smiled mentally at that. Yet, Siwon was not there. He was working as a photograph in famous fashion magazine. It gave him happiness but his work was demanding. He could always be called for some photo shoot which could take long hours. Han Geng couldn’t complaining. They were both doing what they loved – dancing and taking pictures. But sometimes it was hard, passing by only to say “How was your day?” and “Sorry, I have a lesson in ten minutes” exchanging small kisses.

That’s why, even if he didn’t have to, Han Geng always would wake up on Saturday morning. Just to be with him, make him breakfast and wish him good day, stilling a kiss or two from Siwon.

He didn’t know why he didn’t wake up this time. He looked at the clock again. Han Geng sighed. Siwon must have turned off his alarm clock. The Chinese man knew that his lover didn’t want him to wake up that early, still sore from Friday’s dance practice, just to greet him. Han Geng pouted slightly and closed his eyes.

He smiled after a while thinking about how much Siwon cared about him. He could even say that the day he’d met him he found his prince on a white horse. Well, maybe without a horse. But still.

They have met at his friends party. It was four years ago. Zhou Mi, also Chinese, had moved to Korea earlier than he did so when Han Geng had arrived to this country Zhou Mi begged him to come. “It’ll be your first party in Korea. You’ll meet some people. You can’t be always all alone” he said. He had to admit that Zhou Mi was right. He went to his party. There were only few people, like Han Geng guessed, from Zhou Mi’s university. He’ve met Kyuhyun who looked really young for his age of 20, Leeteuk – the oldest one, really kind and with a dimple on his left cheek. There was also Henry, transferred student from Canada, and one odd pair – Ryeowook and Jongwoon. Jongwoon looked really mysterious with his rock star appearance – jet black longish hair, pair of cross earrings, red T-shirt and tight dark jeans. But it became obvious he was not the “bad boy” type of person. Jongwoon was really cheerful even if he was a bit odd. Han Geng learnt that he was one of the best student majoring in singing. Ryeowook – shy but sweet boy was also studying music but with major in composing.

The party went well, everyone accepted Han Geng pretty fast. His Korean was still a little off but after some long talk he thought it was pretty good. Then they’ve heard someone knocking at the door. Zhou Mi smiled widely, hurrying to open them. He came back with the most handsome man Han Geng have ever seen. “This is Siwon” Zhou Mi said. The man was really tall and well-built. He wore black pants and black shirt, two buttons undone so he could see a bit of his collar bone. His hair was jet black, like Jongwoon’s, but shorter and messed. But Siwon’s smile and his eyes were most hypnotizing. Stranger’s dimpled smile stuck in his mind and those eyes… He blushed madly when he noticed man’s eyes on his.

Zhou Mi only grinned.

How they got together? Siwon just came to him and spoke softly to him with accented Chinese. Yet, it was his mother language. From the way Zhou Mi peeked at them with devilish smile, he knew he was blushing like hell. It worked, though. They exchanged numbers and promised to each other they will meet. Just before Han Geng left Zhou Mi’s apartment, his friend caught him at the staircase and demanded full report about what happened. Han Geng firmly refused and ran away having in mind that Zhou Mi is not a person you can refuse. But for then he wanted to cool down.
And that’s how he ended in this bedroom, in king sized bed, waking his Korean prince up every day, planting sweet kisses on his lips.
It was 10 a.m when Han Geng finally got up. He looked around the room and found Siwon’s white shirt hanging on a chair. He put it on and grinned to himself. Maybe he should take a photo of himself with Siwon’s shirt on, lying on their bed? Some punishment for leaving without him knowing. He knew Siwon had something with him wearing his shirts. Mostly only shirts. He didn’t protest, though. He liked it too. They were always a little too broad, slightly too long and had Siwon’s scent. In the end he decided that he’ll have his way later and so he went to the kitchen.

There was a note on the table and a plate covered with thin fabric. Han Geng took the note and sat beside the table.

Han Geng,
I know you’ll be probably mad at me for not letting you wake up like you always do but I know how tired you were last night. Just take some rest, today I’ll be home early so we’ll have the time just for ourselves, okay?
Love you
Shiyuan

PS I know you didn’t eat anything before going to bed last night. Please, eat properly~

Han Geng couldn’t help himself but smile at that. Whole note was written in Chinese and he appreciated it. Siwon always tried to make him feel at home, even if it meant only little details like this. Han Geng put the note away and peeked under the material covering plain white plate.

He laughed at loud seeing neatly made pancakes with strawberries on top. They both knew that Siwon was rather helpless with cooking so Han Geng wondered how long it took Siwon to make those.

He sat there, in the kitchen, eating Siwon-made pancakes, smiling to himself. Maybe he didn’t spend this morning with his lover but he could definitely feel his love.

And yes. He should definitely learn Siwon how to cook.

Next -> Unpleasant afternoon

One last happy night

2010-10-15T20:16:44Z

Title : One last happy night
Genre : angst
Rating : PG
Paring : SiHan
Author : addictivemonkey
Disclaimer : Only the story
Summary : They love each other but he knows it can't last.

A/N : Okay. My first fic in English ever D: I hope it’s not a fail one. It’s really short. It came to me today, at my English classes. And to warn you : I’m SiHan biased XD Fic might consist grammar errors.

The room was filled with darkness. It was quiet night in Super Junior’s dorm. Everyone was fast asleep, except for the two of them. Hangeng and Siwon were on Hangeng’s bed lying close. Siwon’s arm was circled around Chinese man’s waist and Hangeng’s back was pressed firmly to the latter’s chest. It was the only moment they could be intimate with each other without anyone noticing. That kind of relationship was hard but it was the only way for them to be together.

Hangeng had his eyes closed, counting every heartbeat Siwon’s heart made. He could feel it. It made him warm. It always made him warm. Yet again, Siwon could always calm his mind and heart. This man was giving him courage when he felt homesick. He could talk to him in Chinese and Siwon would understand him.

Siwon’s hand slipped under his shirt and rested on his stomach. Younger’s hand was warm against his skin. Hangeng suddenly felt him shifting and could feel hot breath ghosting close to his ear and cheek.

"Wo ai ni"

Hangeng opened his eyes. Hearing Siwon’s confession his heart skipped a beat. He turned his head to face Siwon. He looked into his eyes – filled with love, care and something that made Hangeng warm all over his body. He knew Siwon loved him. He knew it. And it made him feel wanted.

"I love you too, Shiyuan"

He kissed him gently, like he’d want to give him his soul. The kiss lasted long and was sweet. Hangeng loved kissing Siwon. It was always like he was the only one Siwon ever wanted.

And that made Hangeng feel broken inside.

He must tell him.

Tonight will be the one last happy night with the one he truly loved.

Tomorrow he will tell him that he’s leaving.

Tonight will be the last.