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chineseink--Fratboy AU
--(01) new experiences for the new year
--(02) lessons in stalking, part one
--(03) lessons in stalking, part two
--(04) a lost battle
--(05) what you did last night
--(06) the rumor mill
--(07) green-eyed monster of mine
--(08) seeking advice
This is (09).
resolutions
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG, 1525 words
Some things are complicated, and some things are simple.
resolutions
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meiface
"Thanks so much for agreeing to this," Jessica said as she slipped into the booth across from Kibum. She put her books on the table and settled her bag in beside her. "I need all the help in Anatomy I can get. That class is so hard."
Kibum sipped at his coffee, weighing his thoughts. "Before we begin, can I ask you something?"
She turned bright eyes on him. "Sure! What's up?"
"I need to know now if you're interested in me," he said bluntly. Tact was for those who cared. Well, he amended uncomfortably, remembering the disappointment in Donghae's eyes, for a given definition of "care". He turned the paper cup around in his hands, cupping its warmth with his palms, and tried not to dwell on the fact that Donghae had been uncustomarily quiet earlier after Kibum had told him that he would be seeing Jessica this afternoon.
He was either jealous of Kibum spending time with Jessica...or jealous of Jessica spending time with Kibum. Kibum had to figure out first what was going on with Jessica before he could tackle the problem of Donghae, who often operated as though Earth logic did not apply to him.
Jessica blinked at Kibum's abrupt statement. "Well, that's...sudden." She frowned a little. "But if you must know...I do like you." Her frown melted into a small, almost secretive smile, as Kibum's heart sank. "But," she added after a beat, "not like that.
"You're pretty interesting for a self-proclaimed nerd. And you're pretty hot. I'd be interested in hanging out and getting to know you better. In the meantime, you're pretty handy for getting Donghae worked up."
"What do you mean?"
"Donghae and I have been friends since we were in preschool," she told him with a laugh. "We dated for a bit in high school but that's so over." She leaned forward slightly and propped her chin in her linked hands, lashes dipping slightly. Confident, was what she was. Comfortable in her body, used to making boys want her, and accepting it as fact instead of blushing in surprise every time. Typical sorority girl...but somehow she still struck Kibum as different, now that he was talking to her. "So you have nothing to worry about. I just like to mess with his love life a little."
Kibum wasn't sure if it was anger or relief that flushed through him. He licked his lips slowly, tasting a hint of coffee as he deliberated over his words. "So you're using me?" His mind backtracked and started connecting the dots. "Is this why I'm taking you to the play?"
She giggled behind her hands. "You're taking me because you offered. But I suggested it to mess with Donghae, yeah. It's so obvious he wants to get in your pants."
Kibum coughed. Er.
Jessica's eyes glinted with amusement. "It's okay. I've known he was bi since forever. He's a great guy," she added, suddenly sincere, "even though I mess with him. You should really give him a chance."
His life was surreal, Kibum decided. He sometimes wished he were as good with words and loud exclamations as Heechul, then maybe the silence now as he stared at Jessica would be a little less awkward. But Kibum had always used words sparingly, efficiently, and all he could really think of to say now was:
"I was going to use you to make him jealous." Which, upon reflection, was probably a stupid idea, since he wouldn't have been able to tell if Donghae had been jealous over him or her.
Sometimes Kibum wondered how he was in the top five percent of his major.
Jessica's peal of laughter rang in his ears. "He was using me too, to get to you. Which is why I was flirting with you, to get back at him."
Kibum didn't think he'd ever watched a drama quite so convoluted or stupid. He sighed and reached for her book. He would have to talk to Donghae later, hopefully clear things up. For now... "Jesus. Forget it. What do you want to know about Anatomy?"
"If Donghae were here, I would say I'd like a practical demonstration." She grinned. "But since he's not, can we just go over chapter seven?"
***
"Hey," said Donghae, cautiously. He stepped back, still holding the door open, and the warm lights inside spilled out over the doorstep. Kibum shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded at Donghae.
"Hey," he said, stepping inside. "Thanks for letting me come over."
The frat house looked surprisingly homey when it wasn't crowded with half-dressed, inebriated college students. A few guys were sprawled on the couch in front of the TV, watching some sitcom, and Kibum could hear others moving around elsewhere, talking. Donghae looked at home here in loose track bottoms, black with two white stripes running up the sides, and a casual t-shirt. His hair was slightly mussed, eyes sleepy, and he looked at ease and so, so good.
Kibum sighed internally. It was thoughts like these that had led to this. He'd ended up calling Donghae after the tutoring session with Jessica to ask, somewhat hesitantly, if they could meet up later that night. Donghae had sounded surprised but pleased - he was having dinner with "his bros" after the video game competition but he'd told Kibum to swing by the Sigma Chi house later on.
"Hey Kibum," one of the guys called out from the couch. He had one arm propped along the back of the couch and looked vaguely familiar.
"Hi," Kibum replied automatically, rifling through his memories - ah. He was the one in the pink polo shirt that one time Heechul had had frat boys over at their apartment. What had his name been?
"We're going upstairs, Yesung," Donghae said and nodded at Kibum. His smile made a brief appearance before he turned and headed down the hallway towards the staircase. Kibum followed him and soon found himself Donghae's room.
Also familiar, he remembered with a warm flush. He could still recall the heat of Donghae's body against his, the electric grip of his fingers around Kibum. Kibum swallowed hard and looked at Donghae, who flopped onto the bed with the air of the truly exhausted.
"Dance practice," he groaned, "then gaming. Then dinner. Fuck, I'm spent." He turned his head to peer at Kibum, languid but curious. "So what's up?"
It was strange to see Donghae so laid-back, boneless and splayed across his bed. Kibum was used to smiles so bright they threatened to blind him, energetic, restless encroachment on his personal space, loud chatter, and laughter that sounded like sunshine. He was used to Donghae being so very alive, so it was strange to see him at rest like this. It felt like being allowed to see Donghae vulnerable.
Kibum shifted on his feet, shrugged a little. He didn't quite know where to start. He wasn't really the kind of guy who talked about his feelings all that much.
"Dude," said Donghae, waving a lazy hand at the bed. "Sit down." He yawned and stretched and his t-shirt rode up slightly.
This guy. Kibum stared at the brief flash of smooth, tanned stomach, gut clenching with sudden want. This guy got to him in ways no one else did.
"I'm not interested in Jessica," he said finally as he sat down on the edge of Donghae's bed. He looked hard at Donghae from under his bangs. Would he understand what Kibum was trying to say?
Donghae's arms dropped slowly back to his sides, crooking his elbows as he propped himself off the bed on his forearms. "Then who are you interested in, Kibum?" His voice was soft, still so quiet.
Looked like he wanted the words.
"You."
It seemed so simple, suddenly.
Donghae's eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly. He was surprised, Kibum could tell, that Kibum could be so straightforward with him now, after weeks of running away, of denial, of claiming drunkenness as an excuse. Strange how it would take a stupid rumor and Jessica's charming smile to bring them to this point.
Donghae sat up, one hand reaching for Kibum. His fingers came to a rest on Kibum's bicep. "You're not drunk this time," he said faintly, almost curiously. He trailed his fingers upwards and past the curve of Kibum's shoulder. "Neither am I."
"I know." Kibum felt his heart somersault. He smiled, slow, white, at Donghae, who looked a little overwhelmed.
Kibum slid a hand along Donghae's cheek, cupped his jaw, giving himself over to a moment of hopeless romance. He really was doomed at this rate. But then he leaned in and kissed Donghae, and none of it mattered anymore.
Donghae's mouth fell open under his, warm and eager, maybe a little disbelieving but none less enthusiastic for it.
Kibum kissed him again and again until Donghae tightened his fingers in Kibum's hair, pulling away the barest inch to pant.
"So it doesn't matter--" he started breathlessly.
"Don't talk," Kibum said, nipping at his lower lip. He felt Donghae grin against his mouth.
The rest didn't matter right now. Just this.
--
Started: 2009.06.21
Finished: 2009.06.22
--(01) new experiences for the new year
--(02) lessons in stalking, part one
--(03) lessons in stalking, part two
--(04) a lost battle
--(05) what you did last night
--(06) the rumor mill
--(07) green-eyed monster of mine
--(08) seeking advice
This is (09).
resolutions
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG, 1525 words
Some things are complicated, and some things are simple.
resolutions
by
meiface"Thanks so much for agreeing to this," Jessica said as she slipped into the booth across from Kibum. She put her books on the table and settled her bag in beside her. "I need all the help in Anatomy I can get. That class is so hard."
Kibum sipped at his coffee, weighing his thoughts. "Before we begin, can I ask you something?"
She turned bright eyes on him. "Sure! What's up?"
"I need to know now if you're interested in me," he said bluntly. Tact was for those who cared. Well, he amended uncomfortably, remembering the disappointment in Donghae's eyes, for a given definition of "care". He turned the paper cup around in his hands, cupping its warmth with his palms, and tried not to dwell on the fact that Donghae had been uncustomarily quiet earlier after Kibum had told him that he would be seeing Jessica this afternoon.
He was either jealous of Kibum spending time with Jessica...or jealous of Jessica spending time with Kibum. Kibum had to figure out first what was going on with Jessica before he could tackle the problem of Donghae, who often operated as though Earth logic did not apply to him.
Jessica blinked at Kibum's abrupt statement. "Well, that's...sudden." She frowned a little. "But if you must know...I do like you." Her frown melted into a small, almost secretive smile, as Kibum's heart sank. "But," she added after a beat, "not like that.
"You're pretty interesting for a self-proclaimed nerd. And you're pretty hot. I'd be interested in hanging out and getting to know you better. In the meantime, you're pretty handy for getting Donghae worked up."
"What do you mean?"
"Donghae and I have been friends since we were in preschool," she told him with a laugh. "We dated for a bit in high school but that's so over." She leaned forward slightly and propped her chin in her linked hands, lashes dipping slightly. Confident, was what she was. Comfortable in her body, used to making boys want her, and accepting it as fact instead of blushing in surprise every time. Typical sorority girl...but somehow she still struck Kibum as different, now that he was talking to her. "So you have nothing to worry about. I just like to mess with his love life a little."
Kibum wasn't sure if it was anger or relief that flushed through him. He licked his lips slowly, tasting a hint of coffee as he deliberated over his words. "So you're using me?" His mind backtracked and started connecting the dots. "Is this why I'm taking you to the play?"
She giggled behind her hands. "You're taking me because you offered. But I suggested it to mess with Donghae, yeah. It's so obvious he wants to get in your pants."
Kibum coughed. Er.
Jessica's eyes glinted with amusement. "It's okay. I've known he was bi since forever. He's a great guy," she added, suddenly sincere, "even though I mess with him. You should really give him a chance."
His life was surreal, Kibum decided. He sometimes wished he were as good with words and loud exclamations as Heechul, then maybe the silence now as he stared at Jessica would be a little less awkward. But Kibum had always used words sparingly, efficiently, and all he could really think of to say now was:
"I was going to use you to make him jealous." Which, upon reflection, was probably a stupid idea, since he wouldn't have been able to tell if Donghae had been jealous over him or her.
Sometimes Kibum wondered how he was in the top five percent of his major.
Jessica's peal of laughter rang in his ears. "He was using me too, to get to you. Which is why I was flirting with you, to get back at him."
Kibum didn't think he'd ever watched a drama quite so convoluted or stupid. He sighed and reached for her book. He would have to talk to Donghae later, hopefully clear things up. For now... "Jesus. Forget it. What do you want to know about Anatomy?"
"If Donghae were here, I would say I'd like a practical demonstration." She grinned. "But since he's not, can we just go over chapter seven?"
***
"Hey," said Donghae, cautiously. He stepped back, still holding the door open, and the warm lights inside spilled out over the doorstep. Kibum shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded at Donghae.
"Hey," he said, stepping inside. "Thanks for letting me come over."
The frat house looked surprisingly homey when it wasn't crowded with half-dressed, inebriated college students. A few guys were sprawled on the couch in front of the TV, watching some sitcom, and Kibum could hear others moving around elsewhere, talking. Donghae looked at home here in loose track bottoms, black with two white stripes running up the sides, and a casual t-shirt. His hair was slightly mussed, eyes sleepy, and he looked at ease and so, so good.
Kibum sighed internally. It was thoughts like these that had led to this. He'd ended up calling Donghae after the tutoring session with Jessica to ask, somewhat hesitantly, if they could meet up later that night. Donghae had sounded surprised but pleased - he was having dinner with "his bros" after the video game competition but he'd told Kibum to swing by the Sigma Chi house later on.
"Hey Kibum," one of the guys called out from the couch. He had one arm propped along the back of the couch and looked vaguely familiar.
"Hi," Kibum replied automatically, rifling through his memories - ah. He was the one in the pink polo shirt that one time Heechul had had frat boys over at their apartment. What had his name been?
"We're going upstairs, Yesung," Donghae said and nodded at Kibum. His smile made a brief appearance before he turned and headed down the hallway towards the staircase. Kibum followed him and soon found himself Donghae's room.
Also familiar, he remembered with a warm flush. He could still recall the heat of Donghae's body against his, the electric grip of his fingers around Kibum. Kibum swallowed hard and looked at Donghae, who flopped onto the bed with the air of the truly exhausted.
"Dance practice," he groaned, "then gaming. Then dinner. Fuck, I'm spent." He turned his head to peer at Kibum, languid but curious. "So what's up?"
It was strange to see Donghae so laid-back, boneless and splayed across his bed. Kibum was used to smiles so bright they threatened to blind him, energetic, restless encroachment on his personal space, loud chatter, and laughter that sounded like sunshine. He was used to Donghae being so very alive, so it was strange to see him at rest like this. It felt like being allowed to see Donghae vulnerable.
Kibum shifted on his feet, shrugged a little. He didn't quite know where to start. He wasn't really the kind of guy who talked about his feelings all that much.
"Dude," said Donghae, waving a lazy hand at the bed. "Sit down." He yawned and stretched and his t-shirt rode up slightly.
This guy. Kibum stared at the brief flash of smooth, tanned stomach, gut clenching with sudden want. This guy got to him in ways no one else did.
"I'm not interested in Jessica," he said finally as he sat down on the edge of Donghae's bed. He looked hard at Donghae from under his bangs. Would he understand what Kibum was trying to say?
Donghae's arms dropped slowly back to his sides, crooking his elbows as he propped himself off the bed on his forearms. "Then who are you interested in, Kibum?" His voice was soft, still so quiet.
Looked like he wanted the words.
"You."
It seemed so simple, suddenly.
Donghae's eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly. He was surprised, Kibum could tell, that Kibum could be so straightforward with him now, after weeks of running away, of denial, of claiming drunkenness as an excuse. Strange how it would take a stupid rumor and Jessica's charming smile to bring them to this point.
Donghae sat up, one hand reaching for Kibum. His fingers came to a rest on Kibum's bicep. "You're not drunk this time," he said faintly, almost curiously. He trailed his fingers upwards and past the curve of Kibum's shoulder. "Neither am I."
"I know." Kibum felt his heart somersault. He smiled, slow, white, at Donghae, who looked a little overwhelmed.
Kibum slid a hand along Donghae's cheek, cupped his jaw, giving himself over to a moment of hopeless romance. He really was doomed at this rate. But then he leaned in and kissed Donghae, and none of it mattered anymore.
Donghae's mouth fell open under his, warm and eager, maybe a little disbelieving but none less enthusiastic for it.
Kibum kissed him again and again until Donghae tightened his fingers in Kibum's hair, pulling away the barest inch to pant.
"So it doesn't matter--" he started breathlessly.
"Don't talk," Kibum said, nipping at his lower lip. He felt Donghae grin against his mouth.
The rest didn't matter right now. Just this.
--
Started: 2009.06.21
Finished: 2009.06.22
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