Kiss My Soul Alive

measurements (kyumin)

teexsaurus — Mon, 19 Mar 2012 17:04:15 GMT

title: measurements
author: teexsaurus
pairing: kyumin
rating: pg
summary: sungmin struggles to describe and define his relationship with kyuhyun, and almost gives it all away.
a/n: comeback fic after god knows how long, thank you to thundersquall, catskilt and amaelamin_ for supporting me to write again~ and no, this is not the BF, guys.
warning: uh, un-beta'd?

Sungmin honestly cannot remember the last time they fought. Over the years, his relationship with Kyuhyun has had the calmness of a quiet lake with the backdrop of a warm and lazy afternoon. It has never been a journey of wild passion or fiery romance (of course, there were those nights) and whatnot, but simply an understanding between two people to exist together. What they shared certainly wasn’t boring, and Sungmin likes to think that they fit so well together because they know each other. Soul mates, maybe, but he shudders at the thought of that because it’s cheesy, but he knows they’re not far from that. They’ve always known when to be close to each other, and when to give each other space –there has never been clear cut rules or anything like that, but simply a mutual understanding that allowed them to function like…computer programs (Sungmin idly wonders what Kyuhyun would make of that comparison), but with a more romantic twist. Maybe like a soft stream that just flows, then he pouts at his cheesiness and stops.

Ideally, they should exist together forever. In reality, Kyuhyun’s mother sees Sungmin as her other son (but not quite), and confides in him one day, when she comes to visit Kyuhyun who is late from his schedule, that she cannot wait for the day her son is done with all the celebrity nonsense and settles down with a decent girl to start a family. The glimmer in her eyes as she speaks of the future, so full of hope, ironically drives itself into Sungmin’s heart like a shiny glass splinter, because the future Mrs. Cho envisions for Kyuhyun does not include him. Still, he composes himself and puts on his best smile (the one that looks so warm and melts everyone’s heart) as he squeezes Mrs. Cho’s hand with obligatory assurance, ‘I’m sure Kyuhyun thinks the same way.’ She smiles genuinely in return, and Sungmin despises himself a little for being such a terrible liar.

Kyuhyun returns just in time to such a heartwarming scene –his mother is gently patting his boyfriend’s (though she doesn’t know) hand, smiling. When he looks at Sungmin though, the heartwarming scene disintegrates because he sees that smile on Sungmin’s face and he knows the superficiality of it and feels the strain behind it. Sungmin considerately excuses himself from the room, leaving the two to spend time together.

He almost wants to run out of the room to escape from the suffocating reality that confronts him, but he manages a smile at Kyuhyun before closing the door behind him. Shit, he mentally curses at himself for smiling at Kyuhyun, because he knows how pathetic that smile must have been and Kyuhyun must already know that something is up. Sungmin makes himself a cup of tea and sits in the kitchen stirring his tea absentmindedly as he thinks of the life he’s shared with Kyuhyun, and their future.

He adores Mrs. Cho, and knows that she truly cares for him as her son’s best friend (or so she thinks), and Sungmin cannot imagine how it’ll break her heart to find out that he might (he knows he is) be the reason she will never have a daughter-in-law, much less a grandchild.

Sungmin has always been a considerate person, constantly compromising to make life easier for people around him, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not selfish. He wants to be selfish with Kyuhyun. He wants to tell the world that Kyuhyun is his, and everyone else should back off. He wants to be possessive. But above all, he doesn’t want to make Kyuhyun’s life difficult. Sungmin thinks that he has to let go of Kyuhyun (the love of my life, he sighs in an almost self-deprecating manner) if that means a life of ease and peace for him. Sometimes, when you love a person enough and try to do everything within your ability to make their life easy, you tend to overlook their feelings and forget to consider what they actually want.

Warm arms wrap around his shoulder, and he rests his head against the body behind, beautiful bow-shaped lips curving into a soft smile unknowingly. Sungmin knows he will miss this when he let’s go (if he let’s go), and he can almost feel the sudden rage burning in his chest by just imagining another person being where he is right now. He stares cold and hard at a spot on the table in front of him and clenches his fist, and there’s a tight grip around his heart. The inundating emotions of what he physically feels and the emotions derived from wandering thoughts suffocate him a little and he silently fights back stubborn tears. He feels restless, because he’s caught between being selfish for this, for love, and letting go and burying these feelings so that everyone else other than the both of them won’t be hurt. It’s not as if it’s the first time he thinks of this, but it’s never been something he really wanted to figure out because he has always been afraid that the resolution isn’t something he actually wants. Kyuhyun, Sungmin thinks as he squeezes his eyes shut at the sudden prickling feeling behind his eyelids, is all he really wants.

“Sungmin, I—”

Sungmin cuts Kyuhyun off as he reaches to hold Kyuhyun’s hand with his own, and struggles to control his voice, “Kyuhyun-ah, I think our time is up.” The quiver at the end of the sentence betrays his concealed emotions. He tries to be the bad guy, he tries to keep his cool and he tries to be nonchalant about it, as if he’s planned for this day to come a long time ago. But his other hand that isn’t holding Kyuhyun is gripping at his own thigh so hard that he’s sure there will be bruises, though he thinks he more than deserves it because he knows he’s probably hurt Kyuhyun even more.

Kyuhyun is still for a moment before he pulls his hand out of Sungmin’s and takes a step back, biting out the words and equally concealing his feelings as he tries to sound as normal as possible, as if they’re having a squabble over what movie to watch, “I don’t buy it.”

The carefully pitched tone of Kyuhyun’s voice hammers into Sungmin’s heart and there’s a painful strain in his words, “Kyuhyun, you know what your mother said to me.” Kyuhyun doesn’t reply, because it’s true that he knows, but it doesn’t mean that he’s about to agree or comply.

“We can’t hurt her, Kyuhyun. We can’t hurt everybody because of us.”

There’s a long pause, and Sungmin’s about to abandon all considerations and hesitations, because he’s already feeling so fucking guilty and even he cringes and feels disgusted by what he’s just said. He feels like the most terrible person alive, because he’s the reason for all the painful emotions Kyuhyun is feeling, and he’s the one so ready to abandon, yes, abandon, Kyuhyun for all sorts of reasons. He wants to apologize but he doesn’t have a clue how to go about mending a heart he’s just broken.

Kyuhyun solves the problem for him, sort of, when he breaks the silence. His voice is low, not the usual smooth as honey voice that whispers words capable of making Sungmin blush, but a low and soft voice laced with hurt and accusation. “What about me, hyung?” It’s almost a whisper but Sungmin catches those words before they fade to silence and every word is punctuated with so much raw emotion that he feels some sort of wrenching physical pain.

Suddenly, it hits Sungmin so hard that underlying all the supposed sacrifice he’s making to prevent them from hurting their parents and everyone else, is the most selfish decision he’s made, because he’s never given Kyuhyun a chance to talk, to try to make things work; he’s forgotten that he’s not sacrificing alone, but he’s also forcing Kyuhyun to give up.

Kyuhyun lets out a tired sigh at the silence that envelops them and makes a move to leave. Sungmin realizes this and this sudden fear strikes him and he almost suspects that he’s about to have panic attack, because Kyuhyun is leaving, because Kyuhyun is giving up. His body moves quicker than his thoughts, and he’s already half running into Kyuhyun with the force and desperation of his actions as he hugs the other man tightly from behind.

He feels Kyuhyun stiffen in his arms and he shakes his head as he bites his lip and quietly cries. He’s not quite sure what he’s crying for, but he knows he’s been so ridiculously stupid for almost losing this. The person he’s holding onto, and what that person is holding onto. Them.

He’s sorry for everything he’s said that he doesn’t mean, but he doesn’t know what to say so he decides to just hold onto Kyuhyun and let his tears seep through the thin fabric of Kyuhyun’s shirt. Kyuhyun feels the warm tears on his skin, and he cuts all pretense of wanting to leave. He gently manoeuvres them into a different position such that he has one hand cradling Sungmin to the curve of his neck, and the other rubbing soothing strokes gently down his back. Kyuhyun will readily admit that he knew this would happen the moment he walked into the kitchen and saw Sungmin like that. He knows Sungmin too well, so he knows that only by going through this once with Sungmin, can they overcome this obstacle once and for all.

Kyuhyun presses soft kisses to the top of Sungmin’s head and feels him clutch at his shirt tighter. He sighs, affectionately, and gently tilts Sungmin’s head upwards and looks him in the eye. “Why are you crying when you’re the one breaking my heart, hmm?” His voice is warm, gentle and tear-inducing. Kyuhyun chuckles as he wipes away the tears that keep falling from those almond-shaped eyes with the pad of his thumb, leaning in to kiss the corners.

Sungmin sniffles a little before he looks down, his toes are overlapping Kyuhyun’s and he wriggles them childishly, promptly drawing laughter from his boyfriend. Kyuhyun locks his arms firmly around Sungmin’s waist, and smiles contentedly when he hears a slightly muffled “I love you, Kyu…so much.” He lets a tear slip, but if anyone asks, that did not happen.

“Love you too, always.”

The afternoon sun shines in through the kitchen window, and casts a soft glow on the both of them. It’s warm, and calm.

Sungmin carefully turns in Kyuhyun’s arms before rolling to the side and propping himself up on his elbows. The curtains are drawn tightly, but the small night lamp on the floor, which Kyuhyun has insisted on turning on ever since Sungmin once tripped on his way to the bathroom in the middle of the night, illuminates the room just enough for Sungmin to study Kyuhyun’s face. Sungmin reaches out and maps Kyuhyun’s features with soft touches, finally bending down to press his lips to Kyuhyun’s cheek. When he’s done, he gently rolls back into position, and snuggles up next to Kyuhyun. As he drifts into sleep, he wonders how their bodies fit so comfortably next to each other, how it feels so right…how it feels just right.

Just right. Never too little, not too much, but just right.

Love Marks Are Good Marks

teexsaurus — Wed, 09 Jun 2010 20:00:50 GMT

Title: Love Marks Are Good Marks
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1926
Summary: PWP. Happens after Singapore showcase, though the time period doesn't really matter imo.
A/N: For themadcheshire because this wouldn't have happened if not for her prompt 'love marks are good marks'. Ilu, bb.

Sungmin pushed the door open and half-expected, half-hoped to see the sight of Kyuhyun playing Star Craft and waiting up for him. On their trip back from Singapore, Ryeowook had told him that Yesung would even sit up and wait for him to return even when he needs to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

He scowled at the thought of getting up for the bathroom and returning to a wide-eyed Kyuhyun before they cuddled up and fell asleep together, and he made it a point to Ryeowook. The smaller man merely laughed good-naturedly and swatted his arm. “You’d like him to do that for you too, hyung! You just don’t know yet.”

He mentally laughed at himself when the sight of an empty bedroom greeted him. What was he thinking about? They weren’t fifteen and it wasn’t like they’d just gotten together yesterday. The life of old married couples, he thought.

Without turning around, he shut the door with a gentle kick and just as the door shut, he heard the click of the lock and he was pulled into a tight embrace with arms locked possessively around his waist.

The familiar feeling informed him of the person’s identity and he relaxed and shifted his weight onto the man behind him. Before he could even turn around, Kyuhyun’s teeth were on the back of his neck while his hands roamed Sungmin’s torso before finally slipping underneath his shirt.

Sungmin moaned at the contact and he could feel Kyuhyun’s breathing quicken as he breathed into Sungmin’s ear, “I’ve missed you…” He reached over his head and pulled Kyuhyun’s neck closer to him as he grinded tortuously against the taller man.

A sharp twist on his left nipple made Sungmin gasp out loud, followed by a less than gentle tug at his earlobe, “Stop being such a tease, hyung.”

Sungmin’s lips quirked and he spun around so quickly that it caught Kyuhyun off guard. “Make me stop… if you can.” The sultry look in Sungmin’s eyes drove Kyuhyun to the edge and he could barely breathe properly as Sungmin fisted the material of his shirt and slowly pushed him down onto their bed.

Kyuhyun knew how to play this game, so he lay very still and allowed Sungmin to pull his shirt off and eventually work his way down to his shorts. He inwardly gave himself a pat on the shoulder for changing into shorts and t-shirt earlier on, cutting short the process of stripping.

However, his thoughts were cut off abruptly and all the air in his lungs seemed to have been squeezed out as his entirely length was engulfed by the wet heat of Sungmin’s mouth. Kyuhyun propped himself up on his elbows as he looked at Sungmin’s head bobbing up and down and he couldn’t resist letting out a loud moan as Sungmin’s tongue flicked across the tip of his cock.

Sungmin couldn’t help grinning like a Cheshire cat as he released Kyuhyun’s cock with an obscenely loud pop that resounded through the room, turning up the heat.

Hot puffs of breath hit the sensitive skin of Kyuhyun’s inner thighs and he had to bite hard on his lower lip to hold in his moans as his fingers twisted the sheets underneath him.

The pain-pleasure proved to be too much for Kyuhyun to handle as he squirmed under Sungmin’s grip on his thighs and he let out a relieved sigh when Sungmin finally lifted his head after being satisfied with his work on Kyuhyun’s inner thighs.

Sungmin rolled over on his back and spread his legs open, dark eyes focused on Kyuhyun who had crawled on top of him. He smiled lazily as he reached down to stroke his hardness. Sungmin was patient and he played this game well because he knew Kyuhyun wouldn't be able to resist much longer.

Unlike Kyuhyun, Sungmin didn’t hold back and he let out a loud moan when Kyuhyun bit hard on his neck because he knew far too well how to push all of Kyuhyun’s buttons.

In between licking and biting on Sungmin’s neck, Kyuhyun lowered his voice as he breathed into Sungmin’s ear, “This is punishment for what you did to me just now,” followed by a particularly painful nip on the neck that made Sungmin yelp, though he couldn’t help but laugh in between moans as he was reminded of the marks he left on the younger.

Kyuhyun licked his way down, stopping to swirl his tongue around a nipple while teasing the other with his finger. He knew this was a sensitive spot so he made sure he gave the area extra attention because the erotic expressions that appeared on Sungmin’s face was more than worth the time.

Sungmin’s eyes were screwed shut and his fingers were entangled with Kyuhyun’s hair as he held him close to his chest, gasping and writhing with every touch. “More… Kyuhyun… more,” he managed in between moans and ragged breaths.

Kyuhyun responded by biting hard on a nipple and Sungmin’s eyes flew open as he released his grip on Kyuhyun’s hair so he could rub at the abused nub while frowning at Kyuhyun. The sight of Sungmin touching himself nearly drove Kyuhyun insane and he was almost sure Sungmin knew what he was doing to him, and he struggled to keep his hold on the game, “What?” he tried nonchalantly, though his hoarse voice betrayed him, “I had to make you let go so I could move down.”

With that, Kyuhyun took Sungmin’s cock into his mouth and gave as good as he was worth, swirling his tongue around the tip of Sungmin’s cock and purposefully making loud and exaggerated slurping noises just to see the color of Sungmin’s cheeks turn a shade darker. He moved lower, tongue skimming across Sungmin’s balls before taking each into his mouth, and Sungmin’s nails dug hard into his shoulder as his back arched off the bed to push himself closer to Kyuhyun.

Kyuhyun flinched at the slight burn on his shoulders –he was sure that there were going to be marks, and in response, he darted his tongue swiftly across Sungmin’s entrance and Sungmin moaned wantonly as his hands flew to Kyuhyun’s head, silently asking for more. Not that he really wanted to give in so quickly, but Kyuhyun could barely wait any longer.

He pressed Sungmin’s thighs further apart as his tongue pushed past the ring of muscle slowly and teasingly, causing Sungmin to whimper slightly before he let out a surprised yelp as Kyuhyun’s tongue plunged in deep and fast.

As Kyuhyun’s tongue stroked the sensitive nerves of his insides, Sungmin panted out in between moans, “Faster, Kyu… faster,” his voice laced with raw need and his body quivered with lust.

Kyuhyun could not wait any longer, he felt like he was about to burst. He pulled out of Sungmin abruptly and leaned over to the bedside drawer to retrieve the lube. The sudden emptiness left Sungmin squirming on the bed, only finding relief when he pushed two fingers into himself.

Kyuhyun turned around only to find Sungmin fucking himself on his own fingers while touching himself with the other hand, but he made no move to pull those fingers out. Instead, he coated his middle finger and pushed in roughly and moved in sync with Sungmin’s own fingers, “God… Min, you look so fucking hot like this,” Kyuhyun’s gaze on Sungmin was intent and all the bedroom talking just made the both of them even more needy.

The slight burn at his entrance caused Sungmin to hiss in pain, and a flash of worry appeared in Kyuhyun’s eyes. Though it was only momentary, because Kyuhyun knew how exactly to bring in the pleasure and he twisted his finger and pressed in deep and hard, and Sungmin screamed.

Sungmin pulled his fingers out, “Put two in,” he breathed out, and Kyuhyun was all too willing to comply. Sungmin threw his head backwards as another two fingers pressed into him, and Kyuhyun felt the heat pool at his stomach as he saw the droplets of perspiration glistening on Sungmin’s exposed skin, and he could not resist the urge to lick it away.

Kyuhyun pumped his fingers in and out of Sungmin, stretching him and teasing him with occasional flicks that brushed right against his prostate. “Yes, like this, Kyuhyun… like this,” Sungmin reached down and gripped Kyuhyun’s wrist and fucked himself faster on Kyuhyun’s fingers, moaning in satisfaction at the speed.

The sight was more than Kyuhyun could handle, and he thought it’s about fucking time to end all the teasing and touching and just get to the real thing. He pulled his fingers out of Sungmin and this time Sungmin didn't stop him because he knew the flow of things were just going to get better. However, he did stop Kyuhyun’s fumbling hands from grabbing a condom under the pillow.

Kyuhyun looked into Sungmin’s eyes questioningly and realized the other man was serious. Of course he wanted to just do it without the condom, but he knew how troublesome it was for Sungmin to clean up.

“But Min, it’s difficult to –” Sungmin cupped Kyuhyun’s cheek and lowered his head so their lips brushed against each other, slow and gentle, completely different from their frantic movements earlier, “I like it, Kyuhyun. Just fuck me like that –” Sungmin slammed into the last button.

Kyuhyun pushed into Sungmin in one smooth thrust, buried to the hilt. Sungmin tensed beneath him but adjusted to Kyuhyun’s length quickly, after all the prepping earlier on. “Like this? Min, like this?” Kyuhyun panted out as he thrust into Sungmin, “You like it like this?”

“Yes, Kyuhyun, yes –“ he dragged his nails down Kyuhyun’s biceps as the younger pushed his legs further apart so he could bury his throbbing cock deeper inside Sungmin.

Sungmin’s head was thrown back in pleasure and he was gasping, trying to catch his breath even as Kyuhyun’s length stroked his insides deep and hard, slamming right onto his prostate. His entire being just exuded sex and Kyuhyun’s cock twitched and he groaned into Sungmin’s neck, “God, you’re so beautiful, Min…”

Kyuhyun snapped his hips faster and grunted at the feeling of Sungmin’s walls tightening around his cock. He slammed hard into Sungmin once, twice –and emptied himself with a loud gasp of Sungmin’s name. Almost immediately, Sungmin mewled and came untouched at the feeling of warm liquid filling his insides, splattering his release all over Kyuhyun’s torso.

They remained in the same position for a little longer until both their erratic breathings had calmed. Kyuhyun combed through Sungmin’s hair, uncared for the perspiration, and pushed away the locks of hair that were in the way before pressing a kiss to Sungmin’s forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips.

Sungmin’s eyes were closed, but he smiled and wrapped his arms around Kyuhyun, wincing slightly as Kyuhyun pulled out of him. He felt Kyuhyun’s arm curl around his waist but he was too tired to do more than mumbling a soft ‘Goodnight’.

Kyuhyun smiled contentedly at the sight of Sungmin in his arms and the mark he’d left on Sungmin’s neck, despite knowing well that the older man would glare at him the next morning for leaving such an obvious mark.

As he pulled Sungmin closer to himself, he shook off all other thoughts and just closed his eyes and inhaled deeply –the musky scent of sex and just Sungmin.

Everything else could wait.

Pieces Of You

teexsaurus — Wed, 09 Jun 2010 19:54:29 GMT

Title: Pieces Of You
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun
Rating: PG
Word count: 1299
Summary: Kyuhyun and Sungmin both have secret moments that they don't reveal to each other.
A/N: For xinliyoushu ♥

Kyuhyun wraps his arm tighter around Sungmin’s waist as he reaches over to pull the blanket over them. Sungmin turns in his arms and Kyuhyun gently helps him to settle into a more comfortable position. He waits until he hears Sungmin’s breathing form a steady rhythm to ensure he’s soundly asleep, before he gently cups Sungmin’s cheeks and his fingertips trace the soft skin.

It’s moments like this that Kyuhyun shows the rare side of himself; the tenderness he reserves for that one person.

It’s not that Kyuhyun can’t be himself in front of Sungmin. It’s just that everybody has this private and exclusive side; and it just happens that this is his. He delights in moments like this, when Sungmin is asleep, and Kyuhyun can just stay awake and drink in every inch of him for hours.

Sungmin, he thinks, is most delicate when he’s asleep like this. All the defensive walls he’s built up to protect himself are let down. He exposes his truest self, and Kyuhyun thinks he feels connected and attached to Sungmin more than ever.

He thinks of the cute Sungmin. The real, the fake and the unintentional. The real: When Sungmin tugs at his sleeve (and his heart) and says pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, just to get Kyuhyun to go to the mart with him. The fake: During variety shows, when the ladies cannot get enough of Sungmin’s aegyo. And when they keep introducing him as Danhobak. (Kyuhyun thinks it’s so passé.) The unintentional: Those rare mornings when Kyuhyun gets up earlier and wakes Sungmin, and Sungmin rolls himself in the sheets while he pouts naturally and mumbles ‘five more minutes’.

Kyuhyun’s lips curve and he brushes away the stray strands of hair before pressing a soft kiss to Sungmin’s forehead.

He thinks of the playful Sungmin. Kyuhyun never really witnessed the playful streak in Sungmin until he saw what Sungmin was capable of, along with the help of his accomplice –Ryeowook. Their self-entertainment always leaves behind a confused and exasperated Jongwoon, ‘Huh? What? I don’t understand you guys…’. It takes half a day and multiple kicks on the butt plus a very kindhearted someone (usually the stylists) before Jongwoon notices the post-it on his back. That leaves a very happy Sungmin grinning ear to ear and when their gazes meet, he winks at Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun usually rolls his eyes, but when he turns around, an adoring smile that only he knows of surfaces.

He thinks of Super Junior’s Sungmin. The one who takes every schedule seriously; the one who spends hours in the practice rooms perfecting every single dance move; the one who spends his free time singing the same song over and over again to ensure he can hit the notes perfectly; the one who goes through his scripts relentlessly so he can perform at his best. Kyuhyun thinks that one day, Sungmin isn’t just going to be a member of an idol group. Someday, he thinks, Sungmin is going to be at the top of the world, doing what he does best –everything, and Kyuhyun will be there, standing by his side. Always.

He thinks of a happy Sungmin. When Sungmin is happy, he radiates waves of happiness that are so infectious and Kyuhyun becomes happy too. Kyuhyun remembers all those times when they win awards –recognition of their hard work, and Sungmin’s face crinkles up in a smile, he thinks that the award and the show no longer matter. Kyuhyun wants nothing more than to preserve that smile, so genuinely beautiful. The best gift ever.

Kyuhyun inevitably thinks of a sad Sungmin and he knows he’ll never forget. Corny as it might sound, Kyuhyun knew Sungmin was the one right from the very start. But their relationship just had too many complications. It wasn’t them, it was never them. It was who they were to the world and that couldn’t be helped.

Kyuhyun remembers those days when he was constantly away in China for months when Super Junior M was newly formed -days and nights of inundating uncertainty and insecurity. He never talked to Sungmin about it. In fact, he showed it the worst way possible by ignoring Sungmin’s calls, texts and emails.

He remembers being confused by infatuation that he allowed to settle in him because he was lonely (such poor excuses, he thinks). He remembers how obvious this thing –thing, because really, it was nothing but a thing- he had with Zhou Mi became. He remembers returning to Korea and he thinks retrospectively that whoever who came up with that clichéd phrase ‘home is where the heart is’ deserves a Nobel Prize, because he found his lost and confused heart right home, in Sungmin’s arms. Kyuhyun remembers himself crying in Sungmin’s arms (though he’ll never admit it now), and the forgiveness and loved showered upon him, and he knows there’s nobody else he’ll ever want.

Kyuhyun watches as Sungmin stirs in his arms and blinks blearily.

‘Kyu…’

‘Hmm?’ He rubs soothing circles down Sungmin’s back, hoping that will help him to go back to sleep.

Sungmin doesn’t say anything except that he reaches blindly for the blanket and wraps it tighter around them before promptly falling asleep again.

Kyuhyun looks at Sungmin curled up in his arms like a child before he lets out a small, controlled laugh, not wanting to wake Sungmin.

And he thinks of his Sungmin.

His Sungmin is different from all the other sides of Sungmin. His Sungmin isn’t all sugary smiles and pouts. His Sungmin has a temper and will not hesitate to demonstrate it when he’s upset with Kyuhyun.

Kyuhyun remembers that particular time when he promised Sungmin that he’d feed the cats but forgot because he was busy building his gaming career, and a very furious Sungmin had ignored him the entire night.

Or the other time when Sungmin glared at him before slamming the door because they were quarreling over something of little significance now.

His Sungmin always sends him cute texts –and only Sungmin can make texts seem cute: ‘remember to eat your lunch :>’; ‘stop sending me that kind of texts D<’; ‘ily too :3’; ‘meet me at the car park later~’.

His Sungmin is calm and collected whenever they find themselves trapped in situations. He remembers all those times they were nearly caught in the cinema, and how his palms were already sweaty from the nervousness while Sungmin calmly instructed him to take another route to the car park to divert the attention of probing fans.

He remembers that one time he’d wanted and needed so badly he couldn’t wait to get home so they ended up making out at the back staircase of the SM building, and how they nearly got caught when a janitor passed by, if not for Sungmin’s wit.

His Sungmin is different. His Sungmin is like a kaleidoscope, intricately beautiful yet always different. To Kyuhyun, Sungmin isn’t like a math equation with given solutions and answers. He’s like a philosophical question that you can get lost in while trying to find the answer. But if this is what getting lost is like, then Kyuhyun thinks he never needs to find an answer.

Because Sungmin is a conundrum, and the answer.

Sungmin wakes up with Kyuhyun’s arms wrapped possessively around his waist and their legs are in a mess of tangle. The morning sun casts a soft glow on his features and he’s beautiful –breathtakingly so, as Kyuhyun would say. He presses a kiss to the tip of Kyuhyun’s nose before he just lies awake and looks at Kyuhyun quietly until the younger man wakes up.

Mornings are when Sungmin takes time to remember Kyuhyun as he is, and today is another day he adds a different face of Kyuhyun into his collection of memories.

After The End of The World

teexsaurus — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 13:28:15 GMT

Title: After The End of The World
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun (my eternal bias)
Rating: R
Word count: 2051
Summary: In which love does not end.
A/N: Before anyone screams at me, I will tell you that this is sappy. And there's somewhat character death, as the title suggests. For thundersquall and themadcheshire because I love them.

“How long will you love me?”

“I’ll love you till the end of the world.”

“Citizens of the World, this is not a scam. This is an emergency. Scientists have detected a large meteor with a diameter of 150 kilometers traveling towards Earth at top speed. It is estimated that the meteor will hit Earth at 23:59 in three days time. All emergency shelters, bomb shelters and underground shelters will be opened at 08:00 GMT on 2^nd April 2020…”

The monotonous voice of the computerized announcement faded into the background as Sungmin grasped the core of the message: The world was coming to an end.

Almost like a reflex reaction, he sifted through the murky haze of his memories as he recalled a movie he watched years ago. The movie was about the end of the world, and he remembered laughing and telling Kyuhyun that it’s just a movie, it would never happen.

But it was already happening.

Kyuhyun. He needed Kyuhyun. He was lost and confused and he just needed Kyuhyun to tell him that this was just a prank, so he could laugh it off and move on with life.

He reached for the phone by the sofa, only to realize that his hands were shaking after several unsuccessful attempts to pick up the phone.

The sound of a key unlocking the door never sounded more welcoming than that moment when Sungmin was hanging onto the last threads of his sanity, desperate for Kyuhyun to be home.

“Kyuhyun!”

Sungmin flung himself at the taller man and clung onto him tightly. Kyuhyun immediately wrapped his arms around him and he could feel Sungmin trembling in his arms. As he pressed soft kisses to Sungmin’s forehead, he whispered, “Shh, it’s okay, babe. I’m here,” he repeated, “I’m here.”

Sungmin relaxed at Kyuhyun’s soothing voice and rested his bodyweight on his lover, knowing that he’d always be there to hold him when he got too tired to stand on his own.

“Kyu, it’s not true, right? It’s just an April’s Fools prank, isn’t it?” The trace of desperateness in Sungmin’s voice pained Kyuhyun and he wanted very much to tell him ‘Yes, it’s just a prank’, but the words died on his lips because they both knew what was coming would still come even if they tried so hard to believe it wouldn’t.

He could only hold Sungmin closer to him as he rubbed soothing circles down the smaller man’s back, “It’s okay, Min. I’ll be here with you.” There was nothing he could do; it was beyond his abilities –beyond everyone’s abilities- to stop the end that was drawing near. But it was within his abilities to stay with the man he loved more than anything else till the very end.

With Kyuhyun by his side, Sungmin calmed down and they sat close to each other in front of the coffee table as they planned their last days. Both men were logical and rationale by nature, and they knew they could not control what was to come, but they could control how they reacted.

The plan was really simple –call up their friends, and when they’ve done that, spend the rest of the time together. How is three days enough to replace forever? Sungmin silently thought, but he shook that thought off and put on a smile as Hyukjae and Donghae’s faces appeared on the monitor.

Heechul and Hankyung were the last pair they contacted. After Super Junior had disbanded ten years ago, the two of them moved to China where Heechul proceeded to open Petals Florist, which was located next to Hankyung’s restaurant. Sungmin and Kyuhyun had visited them a few times, but they’d gone less in the recent years, after all, China was really far from Provence, so it was particularly heartwarming to see Hankyung and Heechul’s faces (‘beautiful, astonishing, flawless, face,’ or so he’d like to say).

“Yah, you two rascals, why am I the last?” Sungmin could see Heechul trying very hard to show an angry diva face, but failing ultimately. Even so, he played along like how they always used to, and immediately tried to appease his anger. “We saved the finale for you, hyung.”

Heechul’s lips quirked into his trademark smirk and Sungmin sighed softly, knowing that he’ll never get to see that smirk again. The four men looked at each other through the computer screen as they avoided the reason for doing so.

Finally, Heechul decided to break the silence (as always), “Earth sucks. I’m going back to Mars with Geng in three days.”

“Hyung, we’ll be ten seconds behind you.” Kyuhyun replied dryly, with a similar smirk. Sungmin chuckled softly at their resemblance, remotely wondering how the two of them could talk about it so casually. He allowed a tear to roll down his cheek as they said their goodbyes. The last thing he saw was Heechul and Hankyung mouthing ‘Saranghae’ to the both of them before the screen went blank, and he buried his face in Kyuhyun’s chest as he sobbed.

Sungmin was never afraid of death. It was a natural occurrence, but the end was coming too soon; too sudden. He cried for his hyungs, because China would be hit first, ten seconds earlier than Provence; he cried for everything he was about to lose in three days –his home, his friends, his family and his love.

Kyuhyun bent down and gently kissed away the tears that stained Sungmin’s cheeks as he curled an arm around his waist protectively. He led Sungmin back to their bedroom before going to the bookshelf and pulled out photo albums.

They spent the afternoon reminiscing the old times –when they were still performing as Super Junior; when they held their last concert; when they exchanged their vows in front of the other members in a small church in Montreal; when they first moved to Provence… Memories of the past flooded their minds and they sat side by side laughing and crying for the times they spent, and the time they’d never have.

That night, Sungmin curled up beside Kyuhyun while he sung song after song until the both of them drifted to sleep.

Kyuhyun woke up to the smell of coffee and toast and he wished he hadn’t woken up. One day lesser and two more days to go. He shut his eyes tight as he willed the tears that had unknowingly collected at the corners of his eyes. Of course he was sad; he was beyond sad. It was painfully difficult to swallow the fact that he had less than forty-eight hours to spend with Sungmin. That was far from enough.

He felt warm fingertips wiping off the tears at the corners of his eyes, and he instinctively moved closer to the source of the warmth –Sungmin. They sat there in comfortable silence, Kyuhyun’s head on Sungmin’s lap, until Sungmin bent down to press a kiss on his cheek and said, “Come on Kyu, breakfast is getting cold.”

While Sungmin cleaned up after breakfast, Kyuhyun went to their garden with his tools and started to dig a hole in the ground. After he was done with the dishes, Sungmin grabbed his guitar and sat on the steps, strumming words of love he didn’t have time to say while he watched Kyuhyun with a loving gaze he never knew he had.

Some time later, Kyuhyun motioned for him to come over, and all he said to Sungmin was, “Watch.” So he did.

He watched as Kyuhyun engraved their names on a piece of silver ornament they’d gotten from Paris some years ago. He watched as Kyuhyun engraved ‘I will love you forever’. He watched as Kyuhyun dropped the ornament into the deep hole he’d dug in the ground.

Then he couldn’t watch anymore. He squatted down next to Kyuhyun and whispered ‘I love you’ over and over again until they completely buried the ornament under soil and he couldn’t tell whether it was droplets of perspiration or tears that were trickling down their cheeks.

After dinner, they lay in bed as they talked about the life they shared together. It wasn’t easy for them, as men, as celebrities, as people living in a conservative society, but they made it through. Nothing stopped them; they cleared everything in their way and walked down the aisle together, eventually walking down the pathway of life.

Kyuhyun talked about their honeymoon in Cannes and how he’d piggyback Sungmin on the beach, “Min… you know, I was lying when I said you weren’t heavy at all.” Sungmin slapped his arm and did not hesitate to remind Kyuhyun of how he had to carry a certain genius around the house because said genius had so intelligently sprained his ankle while trying to moonwalk. Kyuhyun opened his mouth as he tried for a witty comeback, only to realize he had none. The two of them stared at each other before bursting into laughter; laughing at the old times; laughing at their silliness, but all the more thankful for those moments together.

Kyuhyun stared at Sungmin for a minute before he leaned in to ghost his lips over a patch of inked skin on Sungmin’s chest. He had an identical one on his chest -an identical ring. Sungmin never asked for much; he barely asked for anything; he was always more of a giver -which was why Kyuhyun found himself at a tattoo parlor without any hesitation ten years ago.

He kissed his way up to Sungmin’s neck, and he left his mark there, marking Sungmin as his, forever his and only his. The smaller man lying underneath him was responding with overloading passion, and he was ready to return with more. Lost in the warm tingly feeling of skin on skin and whispers of love, both men allowed themselves to fall into a web of love and desire; and they were willing to stay trapped in there forever –if only they could.

Sungmin woke up in Kyuhyun’s arms, for a moment, he wasn’t quite sure if he was alive, because the surroundings seemed completely different. Only after blinking a few times and contemplating the room, he realized they were still in their bed; their clothes were still carelessly strewn across the floor. The only difference and the most obvious difference were the walls and windows –every inch was covered with photographs.

There were photographs of them together; of the other boys (men) whom they shone on the stage with; of Sungmin alone (which he didn’t know they existed); of Kyuhyun alone (which he didn’t know Kyuhyun knew they existed). Sungmin stared at all these memories and all of a sudden, he felt so completed, because he knew they’d made enough memories to take along with them.

He turned in Kyuhyun’s arms as he rested against the other man’s chest and murmured, “I never knew you were so romantic, Kyu.” The other man didn’t reply, but Sungmin could feel his smile through the kiss he’d pressed on the top of his head.

Minutes or hours could have passed, but Sungmin wouldn’t know, because to him, it seemed like eternity as he rested his head on Kyuhyun’s chest just to listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat. But he knew it was time when he saw the slightest tinge of red in the sky.

Kyuhyun laced their fingers together as he leaned in so that their foreheads touched, “You remember when I said I’d love you till the end of the world?” Sungmin nodded. “I take that back.” He tilted their heads just so that their lips could brush slightly, before he continued, “I don’t want to love you till the end of the world. I want to love you forever. I want to love you even after the end of the world.”

Ten seconds

“I know,” Sungmin replied softly. He wanted to tell Kyuhyun that he knew all along that Kyuhyun wouldn’t just love him till the end of the world, because he wanted to love Kyuhyun even longer than that, and he knew that Kyuhyun wanted the same. He didn’t have enough time to say all that, but he knew that Kyuhyun knew. Because he just did.

Three seconds

Their gazes met, and locked.

One second

And then it was eternity.

Making Memories (5 Moments Sungmin thinks about when Kyuhyun is in China)

teexsaurus — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 15:54:14 GMT

Title: Making Memories (5 Moments Sungmin thinks about when Kyuhyun is in China)
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun
Author:teexsaurus

Rating: R (for one sexual scene, but otherwise PG)
Word count: 2164 words of Idek what.
Summary: Sungmin and Kyuhyun spend a lifetime making memories together ~~since they cannot make babies~~. Mostly fluff, but I just couldn't leave out the sex.
A/N: This is the product of my boredom. I clearly have no life since I have nothing better to do than write after my exams. And because I have no romance or whatsoever in my life, I can only write about their romance. Fml. Okay, enough of my ranting.

Super Junior M members are coming back from China today. But when the message gets to Sungmin, it automatically translates to “Kyuhyun is coming back from China today”. The other members in the dorm can see, or rather, feel how happy Sungmin is, because he just gives off these happy vibes that are so infectious it changes an ordinary day into one that seems like a special occasion.

Sungmin thinks about Kyuhyun, he always does, though he always denies it when Kyuhyun asks, “Hyung, did you miss me?” For a moment, Sungmin would think that Donghae’s spirit has taken over Kyuhyun’s body, before he snaps back to reality and replies him with a monotonous “No.” and a half-hidden smile. Then, Kyuhyun would pout and wrap himself around Sungmin, “But I missed you, hyung. So much.” Sungmin gives in, he always does. He’d tiptoe and press a kiss to Kyuhyun’s lips before murmuring softly, “I know, I missed you too, Kyu. So much.”

This is them, he thinks. This is his Kyuhyun. To the world, Kyuhyun is the sarcastic and witty magnae of Super Junior. To Sungmin, Kyuhyun is the man he loves, and the boy who saves all his aegyo for him. He thinks about all these, and he wonders how he manages to make it through each time they’re separated for weeks. This is when he feeds on the memories of all their time spent together so that he can escape from the loneliness for a little while more.

It’s his 21^st birthday, and Heechul insisted that they do something big. He knew something was up when he saw the extra large cake, and the huge stash of booze. “It’s the New Year’s! Look happier, before I have to make you,” Heechul exclaimed before he sauntered off to victimize someone else. “It’s my birthday, hyung,” Sungmin rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. He knew Heechul wanted to make things fun, but fun in Heechul’s books meant chaos. The night finally ended, after Heechul stripped Hankyung to his boxers, tooksuggestive pictures of Siwon and molested practically every other member. Sungmin retreated to his room and smiled as he saw all the presents laid on his bed, but a particular card caught his eye.

Said card was white, with the words “Happy Birthday” printed in rainbow colors, and right below was an oddly shaped heart. Sungmin could even see the pencil lines which were due to the repeated action of drawing and erasing; he could even see that the person who drew it must have taken the painstaking effort to color the entire heart red. There was no message or whatsoever, and Sungmin couldn’t figure out who amongst the members could have given this handmade card to him.

“Hey,” Kyuhyun greeted softly as he entered their shared room. Sungmin noticed an awkward difference about him as soon as he entered –Kyuhyun was nervous. Before he had time to scrutinize the magnae any further, Kyuhyun spoke up again, “Uhm, hyung, do you like what I gave you?”

Sungmin smiled apologetically as he immediately began to look through all the presents for the one from Kyuhyun, “Sorry Kyuhyunnie, I haven’t seen it, but I’ll look for it now… oh my god, I can’t find it!” He looked up, only to find Kyuhyun staring at his own feet like he wished the floor would split open and swallow him up –then it struck him. He couldn’t stop his lips from curving into a huge grin as he picked up the handmade card, “Is this from you?” Sungmin was almost sure of the answer.

Kyuhyun sat down next to him, but continued looking down and played with his fingers, “…Yeah, you know, uhm,” he stuttered, “It’s your birthday… and… and I wanted to confess to you, soHeechul-hyungsaidIshouldgiveyoumyheartasagift.”

Sungmin fought to keep the confused look on his face although he could figure most of the words out. Kyuhyun saw the confusion on his face, and he took a deep breath before repeating softly and shyly, “Heechul-hyung said I should give you my heart as a gift. So… here it is.”

Sungmin saw that Kyuhyun was blushing furiously, and he decided not to tease the poor boy any further. “Oh, Kyuhyunnie,” he chuckled as he leaned in for a kiss.

Their first kiss wasn’t out of place at all, in fact, it felt like both of them had waited for this since forever. It was slow and sweet, like how it’s like in those sappy romance movies, but Sungmin didn’t mind being cliché for once.

When they finally broke apart, Sungmin couldn’t hold back his laughter any further, “Kyuhyunnie, that was really cute, you know.” Kyuhyun groaned and swore to never go to Heechul for relationship advice -or any advice for that matter- ever again.

The clumsily handmade card has since been framed up and it hangs on the wall of their room.

It’s when Kyuhyun suddenly announces during dinner that he and Sungmin are together, and he wants to replace the two beds in their room for one. Sungmin chokes on his soup and starts coughing while the other members stop eating and stare at the KyuMin couple. Kyuhyun pats his back and they sit in silence waiting for someone to say something.

Eeteuk breaks the silence, as usual, trying to sound very leader-ish, but failing altogether, “Well, we kind of knew already, because you know… the both of you are not quite the discreet couple.”

“Yeah,” Kangin continues, “At the Music Bank backstage last week…”

“Photo shoot two days ago…” Yesung adds in.

“Dance studio.”

“Recording studio.”

“And –”

“Oh my god!” Sungmin’s cheeks heat up and he hides his face in Kyuhyun’s chest. Kyuhyun wraps and arm around him and resumes eating, and Sungmin wonders if this is the same person, the shy boy who confessed to him with an awkwardly designed handmade card.

Their bed arrives, and Eeteuk says it’s a gift from all the members to congratulate them for finally getting together.

Sungmin hears Yesung ‘whisper’ into Ryeowook’s ear, “Wookie, maybe we should tell the rest about us too… then maybe we can get that piano…”

He laughs quietly to himself when he sees Ryeowook slapping Yesung’s arm lightly and he tugs Kyuhyun’s hand so they can retreat to the privacy of their room to test out their new bed.

It’s the first time they have sex, and it’s on their new bed. Sungmin bites onto Kyuhyun’s shoulder as he tries to suppress his moans while riding Kyuhyun fast and rough. He lets out a moan when Kyuhyun thrusts up, and he completely lets go of himself. He doesn’t care if the other members hear them, he doesn’t care if the rest of the world hears. Eventually, it gets so intense that he stops thinking altogether.

Kyuhyun flips their position and slams into him, and he gasps his name, “Kyuhyun!” Even though it’s snowing outside, it’s burning in the room and Sungmin feels as if he’s on fire. Kyuhyun’s so deep in him; pounding into him relentlessly. Their tongues tangle and Kyuhyun’s tongue is sliding in and out of his mouth, mimicking what he’s doing with his cock. Sungmin wraps his legs around his waist and Kyuhyun groans as he pushes in deeper, “Fuck, Min, you’re so tight…” Sungmin lets out a loud moan as Kyuhyun’s husky voice whispers filth into his ear. This domineering side of Kyuhyun is new to him because even though Kyuhyun is sarcastic all the time, he’s always been gentle to Sungmin. Sex-driven Kyuhyun might be new to Sungmin, but it turns him on till no end, and he knows he’ll never get enough of this.

“Oh god, please, Kyuhyun, fuck me harder, please,” he’s aching for Kyuhyun to take him harder because he just wants and needs to feel more of him.

Kyuhyun pauses and leans in and breathes into his ear, “As you wish.” Then he snaps his hips forward and Sungmin moans shamelessly as Kyuhyun begins pounding into him deeper and harder than before.

Sungmin is tight heat wrapped around him, and Kyuhyun knows he can’t last much longer. He reaches down and pulls at Sungmin’s dripping erection. “No, don’t…” Sungmin manages between pants as he reaches down to pull Kyuhyun’s hand away, “I want to come without you touching me… I want to come with you so deep inside me… I want to –Oh fuck, Kyuhyun!” Kyuhyun is surprised by his boyfriend’s wanton moans, but it’s exactly what he needs to push the both of them over the edge. He comes deep inside Sungmin, and they remain in the same position for a little while more, because it’s not about sex anymore. It’s the feeling of being so close to each other without having any gaps in between, quite literally.

They bask in the afterglow, feeling contented, until Sungmin pushes Kyuhyun over and climbs above him, staring into his eyes with this mischievous glint, “Ready for another round?”

Sungmin is sitting on their bed reading a magazine when Kyuhyun comes into their room and flops down on the bed beside him. Kyuhyun leans over to see what he’s reading, but his hair is still wet after his shower and the water droplets fall onto some Hollywood star’s face, blurring his mega-watt smile. Sungmin glares at Kyuhyun accusingly while the younger simply shrugs his shoulders innocently and motions at the towel next to him. Sungmin stares at Kyuhyun for a moment, before sighing and resigning to his fate, picking up the towel and drying Kyuhyun’s hair.

-Sungmin pauses for a moment and laughs to himself as he thinks about this. The same scenario repeats every night. They can avoid it, Kyuhyun can just dry his hair by himself or Sungmin can just refuse to dry it for him. But they don’t want to avoid it.-

Sungmin is in the middle of his long speech on how it’s bad to leave your hair wet after you shower for the umpteenth time, and Kyuhyun is pretending to listen for the umpteenth time. Sungmin knows, and he’s about to smack the impudent magnae when he gets cut off by the younger man, “Min, I love you.” Sungmin’s hand that’s about to give Kyuhyun’s head a good smack freezes in midair and he stutters, “W-What?” Kyuhyun turns around and looks at his stunned boyfriend expectantly and pouts when he realizes he’s not getting any response. Sungmin gapes at his boyfriend’s childish behavior before he grins widely and decides to play along, “Aigoo, why is my Kyuhyunnie so cute?” He drags the last word as he pulls Kyuhyun into his embrace.

“Hyung, I said I love you,” Kyuhyun’s voice is muffled against Sungmin’s shirt, but he still can make out the words. He sighs inwardly as he realizes what the man in his arms can do to him with his words. He’s not used to displaying his affections outwardly, but Kyuhyun loves to pick the weirdest moments to whisper sweet nothings to him. Each time, he tries to hide his embarrassment by laughing, because he’s not used to it, but Kyuhyun is persistent and he manages to see through Sungmin every time.

“I love you too,” he whispers softly into Kyuhyun’s ear, and the magnae beams at him with a contented look –a look he never shows to anyone else. Sungmin can’t help but to smile when he sees that Kyuhyun is so easily contented with just a few words, and then he doesn’t mind that much anymore. He doesn’t mind that Kyuhyun affects him so easily; He doesn’t mind that Kyuhyun makes him blush with those three words; He doesn’t mind saying it to Kyuhyun more often, because he’d do anything to make him happy.

Sungmin’s sifting through his memories when a warm pair of hands suddenly pull him into an even warmer embrace. He stops thinking, and relaxes his entire body. Kyuhyun is back.

He smiles inwardly when Kyuhyun whispers into his ear, “Hyung, did you miss me?”

He fights hard to keep a straight face and replies with a monotonous “No.”

He can already feel Kyuhyun pouting as he feels warm breath wafting over his ear, “But I missed you, hyung. So much.”

Sungmin smiles, as he tiptoes and presses a kiss to Kyuhyun’s lips, “I know, I missed you too, Kyu. So much.” And he melts into Kyuhyun’s waiting arms.

While he buries his face in Kyuhyun’s chest, breathing in his scent and feeling his presence, Sungmin thinks there are some things that change, and some things that simply don’t. It will always be the same love between them, but they will have a lifetime to make new memories together.

Sungmin never manages to fill in the spot for the fifth thing he thinks about, because Kyuhyun is always back before that, and then they make new memories together.

Love is...?

teexsaurus — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 09:32:25 GMT

Title: Love is...?
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun
Author: teexsaurus

Rating: PG
Word count: 1095 words of schmoop.
Summary: Kyuhyun doesn't understand love, and he spends time figuring it out, only to realize that the answer doesn't lie in him.
A/N: I love writing sappy!Kyuhyun. I have no excuses.

Love is…?

Kyuhyun is young and he doesn’t understand love. He thinks he should, though, since he is in love, so he tries to find out.

Siwon is the first person he asks, because if he were to ask Heechul, he’d probably say, “Love is worshipping the Heenim,” or something along the same line. Also, Siwon is the only kind person around who wouldn’t laugh at Cho Kyuhyun, the witty and sarcastic magnae, for asking such a question.

“Hyung, what’s love?” Siwon doesn’t even pause for a moment to think before the words come out of his mouth like he’s reciting mathematical formulas, “Love is patient; Love is kind; Love is—hey Kyuhyun, where are you going? I’m not done yet!” Kyuhyun rolls his eyes as he walks away, he knows that Bible verse inside out, and he really doesn’t need to hear Siwon elaborate it more than he needs to.

Kyuhyun decides that the best answer to his question would come from himself, duh, he’s Cho Kyuhyun after all.

He thinks of the first time he meets Lee Sungmin. The first time he meets Lee Sungmin is the first time he truly understands the meaning of ‘visual shock’. Kyuhyun thinks that pink is the most disgusting color ever, and he cannot understand how someone, especially a man, can stand to be near anything contaminated by slightest speck of pink, much less wear pink. Eventually, he makes an exception. He thinks that if he has to willingly see any man wear pink, it will only be Lee Sungmin. Because Lee Sungmin is the only man who can look so adorable in pink. Other men who wear pink just look like fags, including him. But of course, Kyuhyun only admits this to himself secretly… he doesn’t share it with any of his band mates, because he just doesn’t.

He remembers the first time he’s ever felt so alive, it’s because of Lee Sungmin. Kyuhyun wakes up in the hospital with his mind fogged up and body numbed by pain to the extent where he almost cannot feel his limbs. Almost, because he feels a warm hand wrapped around his, and he’s amused, because at that moment he feels so alive, like he’d just been reborn. Everyone cries when he wakes up, Kangin looks away, but Kyuhyun can see his shoulders shaking. Everyone cries, except for the person holding his hand. Sungmin’s eyes are red from exhaustion, but he smiles the smile and gently says, “Good morning, Kyuhyun-ah.” Kyuhyun’s heart skips a beat, literally, and it shows on the pulse monitor that’s attached to his body. It sends Eeteuk into a panic attack, but Kyuhyun doesn’t really care, because he sees his reflection in Sungmin’s eyes and he’s so glad he’s alive.

He recalls the first time he realizes he’s attracted to Sungmin in a way he never thought he would be. It’s during their dance practice for Don’t Don, and Kyuhyun’s eyes are glued to Sungmin’s reflection in the mirror. He misses a beat and fumbles with his steps when he sees Sungmin’s hip thrusts. All his band mates rush to him, thinking that he was in pain –after math of the accident. He lets them fuss over him, because he thinks that it won’t be too wise to tell them the real reason.

He thinks of the first time he realizes that he wants to spend the rest of his life with Sungmin. He’s scared, but he doesn’t tell anyone, because he doesn’t know who to tell. No one asks either, because Kyuhyun has a flawless façade. But Sungmin knows. He sits down next to Kyuhyun one night and his voice is laced with worry as he asks, “What’s wrong?” Kyuhyun knows there’s no way he can lie to Sungmin, because he sees right through him. He looks at Sungmin’s beautiful face for a moment, taking in every detail, as if it’s the last time he’s going to see Sungmin so up close. The next moment, he blurts out everything that’s been on his mind, and somewhere in between, he confesses to Sungmin. He braces himself for the worst, but he’s forgotten that Sungmin only gives the best. Sungmin’s lips taste like cherry, and he smells like vanilla with a dash of cinnamon. Kyuhyun is intoxicated.

He remembers the first time he breaks Sungmin’s heart, he breaks his own too. He’s confused and overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings. He feels as if he’s losing control of himself and he doesn’t think it’s right. He wants to be with Sungmin every moment; he can barely contain his jealously when he sees Hyukjae messing around with Sungmin; he wants to hide Sungmin from the eyes of the world. These thoughts scare him and he decides to avoid Sungmin until he can control his feelings. He sees the disappointment in Sungmin’s eyes when he tells him that he doesn’t want to watch a movie because he’s going to play video games with Donghae. It hurts him, but he doesn’t know what to do. Sungmin knows Kyuhyun is avoiding him and he doesn’t sit back and wait for things to get better. He corners Kyuhyun one day, slightly aggressive, and Kyuhyun will never forget the fierceness in his eyes. “Don’t you dare hide from me anymore,” he hisses into Kyuhyun’s ear as he wraps his arms tightly around him, and Kyuhyun stops thinking about everything because Sungmin is flooding his senses. Then he realizes how stupid he’s been, because nothing else matters, only Sungmin.

Kyuhyun recalls all these moments and his lips curve into a warm smile unknowingly. He feels a pair of warm hands wrap around his waist and he gently covers those hands with his. “Kyuhyunnie, you look so cute when you smile like that,” Sungmin chuckles and Kyuhyun frowns slightly at the comment. He turns around and pulls Sungmin into his arms, but as he opens his mouth to make his usual witty and sarcastic retort, nothing comes out; because he sees Sungmin’s smiling eyes and he decides to let it pass this time. Sungmin snuggles up against him quietly, and Kyuhyun presses a kiss to his head, and he thinks it’s okay even if he doesn’t exactly understand love. At least he knows he has met love… because if Sungmin isn’t love, then who is?

Years later, Kyuhyun realizes that he might be more intelligent than most people, but he still doesn’t know what love is. This time, he stops finding the answer in himself, and it hits him: Sungmin is the answer.

Nothing Better Than That

teexsaurus — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 08:33:01 GMT

Title: Nothing Better Than That
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun
Author:

teexsaurus

Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1106 words of PWP.
Summary: Sex doesn't need a reason. (An excuse for my plot-less p0rN)
A/N: Apparently, ending a relationship gives me the inspiration to write. For all the KyuMin shippers out there who have undying faith in the pairing despite the whole QMi wave and broken!KyuMin. Calling out to everyone out there, just give me more happy KyuMin, would you? Unbeta'd, please point out the mistakes if you spot any.

Btw, this is my first smut fic. So... concrit is welcomed.

Kyuhyun could barely react when Sungmin pinned him to the bed. When he finally managed to grasp the situation, his boyfriend was already undressed and nibbling on his earlobe, hands bunching his t-shirt around his chest.

He could feel the heat radiating from Sungmin’s body, and he desperately tried to recall what he learned about heat energy during Science class many years ago. He was fairly certain that human bodies were not heat conductors… then why the hell did he feel so hot already? The feeling of a soft, warm hand wrapped around his cock snapped him out of his momentary trance, and his hips reacted almost instinctively as he bucked into the warm grasp.

“Hyung!” A loud gasp was all Kyuhyun could manage when he felt Sungmin yank his jeans down and the next moment, his throbbing cock was encased in warm wetness. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the beautiful man between his legs. As if on cue, Sungmin looked up and their gazes met. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kyuhyun groaned and tangled his fingers with Sungmin’s hair. He thought he was going to explode there and then, because fuck, how could Sungmin look at him with those large innocent eyes, still looking adorable as ever, when he had his mouth wrapped around his cock?

Sungmin ran his tongue up and down Kyuhyun’s length, and paused to swirl around the tip while his hands groped Kyuhyun’s ass. Unrestricted by anything, Kyuhyun bucked into the warm cavern surrounding his dick, and he let loose a moan when Sungmin hummed around him. The contrasting sensations were driving him crazy with need: blinding wet heat sending vibrations down his cock and teasing fingers groping his ass, occasionally flicking across his entrance.

Before he knew, he was begging to be fucked when he felt slicked fingers probing his entrance, pushing in, but withdrawing so quickly before he could feel enough of it (He did not know when Sungmin had lubed his fingers, and frankly, he couldn’t be bothered to find out). “Hyung…please, don’t tease, please…” Sungmin chuckled lightly and it sent delicious vibrations down his cock; he swirled his tongue around Kyuhyun’s length one last time before releasing it with a loud pop. The erotic sound sent frissons of excitement down Kyuhyun’s spine as he anticipated Sungmin’s next move.

“So needy today, Kyuhyun-ah,” Sungmin’s voice was low and seductive, and Kyuhyun’s eyes snapped wide open when he suddenly plunged two fingers deep inside him. He ground his hips against Sungmin’s fingers and all he could think of was, “More, more, more!” He needed more.

“Kyu…” Sungmin whispered, and Kyuhyun saw that his eyes were clouded by lust as he pulled Kyuhyun’s right hand to his mouth. Kyuhyun’s breathing became slightly unsteady as Sungmin sucked on his finger, his tongue mimicking swirling around his finger, and Kyuhyun was reminded of what it did to his cock earlier on. “Join me,” Sungmin murmured around his fingers, and before Kyuhyun could ask him what he meant, his hand was guided to his entrance where two of Sungmin’s fingers sliding in and out of him. Kyuhyun stared at Sungmin, and his boyfriend smiled his usual guileless smile; for a moment, Kyuhyun forgot that they were just about to have sex. Until Sungmin held onto his hand and guided his finger inside. Three fingers was nothing compared to what was going to enter later on, but it was the feeling of his fingers against Sungmin’s fingers, inside himself that made him clench his muscles. Sungmin started a rhythm and Kyuhyun could feel their fingers pressing right against his prostate.

“Hyung… Min… enough, it’s enough,” Kyuhyun gasped as he withdrew his fingers hastily, pulling Sungmin’s out too. He reached up and pulled Sungmin towards him into another blinding kiss, wet and sloppy, but nonetheless perfect. The way their lips locked and tongues tangled was perfect; the way Sungmin’s body fitted nicely against his was perfect. Sex with Sungmin was perfect; it was like completion. The moment Sungmin entered him and filled him, he thought Sungmin had filled his soul too.

“Kyu, Kyu, Kyu…” Sungmin panted heavily next to Kyuhyun’s ear as he thrust in and out, and Kyuhyun wrapped his legs around his waist. He grabbed onto Kyuhyun’s right thigh and pushed his right leg backwards for better purchase as he slammed in harder. “Fuck, Kyu, you’re so tight,” Kyuhyun moaned at those words, Sungmin rarely swore, and when he did, Kyuhyun found it so incredibly sexy and it turned him on even more.

“Please… hyung, harder, please,” The pleasure was so intense and Kyuhyun just wanted more, more and more. Sungmin shifted his hips slightly and pulled out all the way, causing Kyuhyun to whimper at the sudden emptiness. He writhed and moaned wantonly, and when Sungmin still didn’t budge, he knew what he wanted. They’d been through this many times before, he knew that when Sungmin topped he became domineering and somehow Kyuhyun became submissive. He didn’t mind the occasional change, because it just made the sex better. He unwrapped his legs from Sungmin’s waist and spread his legs invitingly, “Please, fuck me, hyung.”

The sight of Kyuhyun begging to be fucked so shamelessly was more than Sungmin could take, “As you wish, Kyuhyunnie.” With that, he slammed into Kyuhyun and buried himself right to the hilt. “Fuck! Yes! Right there!” Kyuhyun cried as he arched his back.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard ‘til you come without me touching you…” The combined feeling of Sungmin pounding into him roughly and whispering filth into his ear was too much for Kyuhyun. He reached down to finish himself, only to have his hands pinned to the bed. “I said I’m gonna make you come without touching you at all,” Sungmin hissed into his ear, and bit hard on his earlobe. “Come for me,” each word punctuated with a hard thrust, and Kyuhyun was sent over the edge. “Hyung!” he exploded with a loud cry and white fluid splattered over his chest and Sungmin’s abdomen.

Sungmin followed right after, the feel of Kyuhyun clenching tightly around his cock was more than enough to bring him to his peak. “Kyuhyun, Kyuhyun, Kyuhyun,” he murmured into Kyuhyun’s ear as he worked the both of them through their orgasm.

Both of them lay in a mess of tangled limbs; sweaty and panting, but unwilling to move. The sex was always great, Sungmin thought, but both he and Kyuhyun enjoyed the afterglow more. Being wrapped around each other, listening to heartbeats and falling asleep together was the best.

Okay, the sex did make it better.

Of Fan Service and Reality.

teexsaurus — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 15:50:41 GMT

Title: Of Fan Service and Reality
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun (Because Kyuhyun and I both love Sungmin.)
Rating: PG
Word count: 1733 words of schmoop.
Summary: Kyuhyun wonders why Sungmin never questions the fan servicing he does with Zhou Mi. He attempts to find out, and he does.
A/N: This is my first fic, so I won't lie and say I'm not nervous about posting it. But because of all the excessive QMi and broken!KyuMin that has broken my heart lately, I find that I'm obligated to spread the KyuMin love. Unbeta'd, so feel free to point out any mistakes.

For thundersquall because she agreed to the ring's cameo appearance. In case you're wondering, the ring is from Lost and Found written by her, and I just had to include it because I love that fic so much. ♥

“Yah! Cho Kyuhyun, you’re lucky that I’m not Sungmin. Otherwise I would have kicked your ass long time ago. Go ask Hankyung what happened to him when I found out about his excessive fan service with Siwon in China!” Heechul barked at Kyuhyun the moment he stepped into the dorm after the Super Junior M members had returned from China.

“Ugh, that Sungmin… I’d have whipped him long ago…” Kyuhyun could hear Heechul mutter under his breath as he walked away to get Hankyung to dish out the Beijing fried rice he missed for the past ten days.

Kyuhyun wasn’t stupid. In fact, he was nowhere near stupid. He knew what Heechul was talking about, and that was the worst part. He hated to admit that Heechul was right.

“Kyuhyun-ah, you’re back!” Kyuhyun turned around to see Sungmin walking towards him. Before he could say anything, he was embraced in a tight hug. He pulled away slightly to press a kiss to Sungmin’s lips as he examined the smaller man in his arms. Sungmin looked the same, his bow-shaped lips formed into a warm smile, large eyes as he remembered, save for the dark circles formed below. Sungmin looked the same, but Kyuhyun knew better. He could feel how worn out Sungmin was; he could see the tiredness hidden behind his smile. Kyuhyun couldn’t help but wonder if he had contributed to any of his exhaustion.

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Back in their room, Kyuhyun sat on their shared bed (the reason why their room has never been revealed on programmes) and watched as Sungmin unpacked his luggage while asking him tons of questions about China.

“Kyuhyun-ah, did you sleep well in China?” “Yes, hyung.” Not as well as I should have, because you weren’t there. “How’s the food? Did you have proper meals?” “Yes, hyung.” But I missed your cooking the most. “Are the fans in China nice?” “Yes, hyung.” Honestly, he didn’t give a fuck whether the fans in China were nice or not, because all he could think of while he was in China, was how he could be somewhere nicer, like in Korea, in their room, with Sungmin.

Sungmin paused, perhaps noticing the robotic slip-short answers he was getting, and turned around and frowned at Kyuhyun. He didn’t say anything, but just simply stared at Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun looked straight into Sungmin’s eyes, as if he were trying to search for something, though he didn’t really know what exactly. He finally gave up and heaved a sigh when he realized that he wasn’t going to get anything out of staring into Sungmin’s eyes. He knew how determined his hyung could be when he was unwilling to reveal any of his emotions.

He paused for awhile and asked, “Hyung, why don’t you ask me about Zhou Mi? Why don’t you ask me about the fanservice?” Sungmin asked him everything about China, but he was clearly avoiding this. Kyuhyun knew better than to continue avoiding the subject, because by simply avoiding something, it did not make it non-existent.

He watched Sungmin change. He heard Sungmin let out a small sigh; he saw how his shoulders slumped slightly. He could see cracks forming on Sungmin’s body; all the hidden emotions of hurt and confusion were breaking out and leaking through those cracks, bit by bit. Kyuhyun thought his heart was about to break too.

He watched as Sungmin sat down at the other end of the bed and pulled his knees to his chest, after which he buried his face in his arms. Kyuhyun knew Sungmin was trying to suppress his inundating emotions, which he seldom revealed. Mostly because Sungmin was a happy person; he radiated happiness that was so infectious it made Kyuhyun happy too.

When Sungmin lifted his head and looked at him with those big, doleful eyes, Kyuhyun felt his heart wrench. “What do you want me to say? What can I say?” Kyuhyun was slightly caught off-guard by Sungmin’s response. Strangely, he had hoped that Sungmin would throw a tantrum (very unlikely, but yeah), or maybe just demand for an explanation about all the fan service in China, anything other than his matter-of-factly reply. Because Kyuhyun had the answers to everything Sungmin asked him, or he wished Sungmin would ask him.

Kyuhyun knew why he allowed his fingers to linger a little longer on Zhou Mi’s hips; he knew why he touched Zhou Mi a little more than fan servicing required; he knew why he smiled at Zhou Mi so much, a little more than he should; he knew he did not love Zhou Mi the way he loved Sungmin (much to the disappointment of the QMi fans). It was childish of him, he knew, but he just wanted to coax a reaction out of Sungmin so badly. The QMi wave had started when Super Junior M had just debuted in China, and for some strange reason or another, some fans loved QMi, which was why the fan service continued this time.

Kyuhyun saw how Hankyung had gotten into a series of unfortunate events (Heechul’s doings) when he returned to Korea after their promotions for the first SJ-M album in China. “You stupid China man! If you love Siwon and China so much, just stay there forever!” he remembered hearing Heechul screech over the phone as Hankyung tried to explain desperately about the SiHan fan service in China. What he could not understand was why Sungmin had an entirely different reaction to the QMi action. QMi was not any less subtle than SiHan, and he was fairly certain that Heechul had made sure that Sungmin found out about the QMi, even if he hadn’t previously. (This was Kim Heechul, if his own boyfriend was ‘cheating’ on him in China, he had to made sure that someone else suffered along too.)

Sungmin had reacted indifferently; more like he had no reaction at all. He treated Kyuhyun just like how he used to, he didn’t ask about the fan service, he didn’t even drop the slightest hints about it, at all. This was the exact reason why Kyuhyun took the initiative to step up on the fan service this time (Zhou Mi had refused vehemently, flailing his arms in the air, “Kui Xian, I don’t want Sungmin hyung coming after me! He’s a martial arts expert, for goodness’ sake!”), just to see whether Sungmin would react differently. He wanted to know whether Sungmin cared that his boyfriend was overly intimate with another man; he wanted to know if Sungmin would do anything about it. He felt imbecilic now, as he saw the hurt in Sungmin’s eyes, and he wondered where the intelligence he was so proud of had disappeared to.

“Hyung…I thought you didn’t care,” Kyuhyun said softly as he clutched onto the hem of his shirt tightly. He didn’t like feeling like this, nervous and uncertain of what was about to happen. At that, Sungmin’s eyes widened and he stared at Kyuhyun with an incredulous expression on his face. Then he laughed. He laughed so hard until tears started rolling down his cheeks, and then he couldn’t stop. That moment, Kyuhyun felt like crying too. Unlike Heechul, Sungmin wasn’t demanding, he’d never scream at Kyuhyun like how Heechul would scream at Hankyung on a daily basis. Sure, he wasn’t as vanilla as everyone thought… but that wasn’t the point. Sungmin hardly ever cried, even if his tears threatened to fall, he’d blink them back and hold them in. When he cried on rare occasions, Kyuhyun was prepared to do everything to stop the tears. But this time, he didn’t know what to do when he was the cause of those tears.

He stood up tentatively and walked over to Sungmin, and gently wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. Sungmin buried his face at the crook of Kyuhyun’s neck, and Kyuhyun could feel the wetness of his tears on his skin. He wished he hadn’t done any fan service with Zhou Mi. He wished he hadn’t gone to China. He wished he hadn’t pressed for an answer. He wished he hadn’t make Sungmin cry. He wanted to tell Sungmin how sorry he was, but being Cho Kyuhyu, the snarky magnae, those words just didn’t come out easily. Instead, he tightened his arms around Sungmin, hoping that his actions would convey his feelings. He hoped that Sungmin would receive the message, because that’s how they functioned. Sungmin wasn’t as gregarious as he seemed on TV: all smiles and bubbly, in fact, he was rather quiet. The both of them didn’t need to communicate through words; they understood each other perfectly well without words and Kyuhyun hoped that it would be the same this time. Having to explain everything he had done was tiring and…somewhat embarrassing. If Heechul got to hear anything about his reasons behind all the excessive fan service, his life would never be the same again. He really wasn’t being a drama queen; it was Kim Heechul after all.

Sungmin understood. Kyuhyun knew he did, when he looked into Kyuhyun’s eyes and said softly, “I love you too much to care, Kyuhyun-ah.” At that, Kyuhyun thought his heart was about to burst. Those words warmed his entire heart, and he felt this bursting sensation, like he wanted to shout out to the whole world and tell them how much he loved Sungmin. And how much Sungmin loved him.

He curled an arm around Sungmin’s waist and gently pulled him down onto the bed. They just lay there in comfortable silence for sometime until Kyuhyun laced their fingers together and brought Sungmin’s hand to his lips. He pressed his lips to the platinum band on Sungmin’s ring finger and whispered, “Hyung… forever means nothing without you.” Sungmin murmured something inaudible, but Kyuhyun wasn’t about to find out, because at that very moment, Sungmin placed his free hand on Kyuhyun’s chest, and Kyuhyun thought Sungmin had just touched his heart.

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Kyuhyun didn’t want to be sappy, but he couldn’t help it as he watched Sungmin drift off to sleep in his arms with a soft smile plastered on his face; he felt like he had the world in his arms. This, he thought, was the difference between fan service and reality. Fan service was nothing more than excessive touching and giggles, but reality was excessive touching, giggles, and so much more.