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chineseinkSo does anyone remember my Kihae fratboy fic? Yeah, well, last night I decided to go ahead and make it a small series of short fics or something. IDEK I just like Kibum with hot arms and Donghae-the-frat-boy, okay? Excuses, who needs them?
--Fratboy AU
--(01) new experiences for the new year
This is (02).
lessons in stalking, part one
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG, 1085 words
AU. Donghae the fratboy takes on a new hobby: stalking Kibum.
lessons in stalking, part one
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meiface
"Hey," came the whisper, hissed from his right. "You've got really hot arms, you know that?"
Kibum pushed his glasses up his nose and turned his head, lips already turning down into a scowl. It formed fully when he realized it was Donghae sitting two seats down from him at the long study table. The space in front of Donghae was empty - he hadn't bothered taking out books or notes in an attempt to fake studying; instead, he was leaning down towards Kibum, grinning.
"What do you want?" Kibum asked irritably, keeping his voice low. Even still, the girl sitting across from him, to the left, glanced up at him disapprovingly.
Donghae kept grinning. "I dunno why, but I kept picturing you studying in a full on suit or something. Like, a school uniform. With a nice button-up shirt and a goody-goody striped tie."
Kibum let out an exasperated sigh. "Sorry to disappoint."
Donghae's eyes flicked down over Kibum's black tank top and his grin seemed to gain an edge. "Who said I'm disappointed?" He got halfway to his feet in order to slide down a seat, so only one chair separated him and Kibum. "So what's up?" he asked, still whispering loudly, because he was the kind of guy who couldn't do anything quietly, as far as Kibum could tell.
"I'm studying. It's what people do in libraries. What are you doing? Do frat boys even know how to read?"
"Sure thing," Donghae replied, not in the least offended. "Playboy and stuff. For the articles." He laughed silently as Kibum rolled his eyes and glared at him.
It took another ten minutes before Kibum could get rid of him and after fifteen minutes of wasted studying time, Kibum still had no idea what Donghae had been doing in the library, and what the hell he'd wanted with Kibum.
***
Okay. So they'd made out a little - but it had been a mostly drunken thing. Well, if Kibum were being honest, it had been mostly drunken on Donghae's part, as Kibum himself had been totally sober. He'd made the poor life decision of acquiescing to Heechul's demand that he accompany him to the Sigma Chi party and it had really all gone downhill from there. It'd been crowded, sweaty, and full of frat boys who couldn't string three compound sentences together and girls with more cleavage than brains. Kibum had then gotten beer dumped on him by some douche, Donghae as it turned out, and they had ended up in the kitchen, kissing. Kibum still didn't have a good explanation for that--
Heechul had walked in on them and had nearly brought the house down with his wolf-whistles. He still wasn't letting Kibum forget about it - not that Kibum could, with the way Donghae kept "accidentally" and "coincidentally" running into him. Every. Freaking. Day.
Kibum tried his best not to remember the kiss - hot, slick, alcohol-flavored, and, unfortunately for his psyche and dreams, fucking hot. He also did his best to avoid Donghae, though it was harder than it seemed.
***
"Isn't he a, I don't know, Sports and Exercise Science major or something?" Kibum demanded in frustration, slapping his notebook onto the desk beside Heechul's. "What the fuck is he even doing over here in the science compounds? He should be at the gym!"
Heechul didn't look up from the text he was sending on his phone. "I think he's actually a performing arts major of some sort. And Siwon's a BME, so he's over here all the time."
Kibum growled a little in frustration and sank into his seat. "Heechul, I'm going to kill you for dragging me to that party."
Sending his text with a flourish, Heechul looked up and smirked at him. "Don't even try to lie, Snow White," he said with a leer. "I know you got something out of going to that party. Or should I remind you?" He licked his lips exaggeratedly and made a kissy-face. Kibum groaned and fought the urge to punch him in the face.
"I hate that you're in my Behavioral Psych class."
"Me too," Heechul declared, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "What kind of stupid requirement makes Fashion majors have to take a science anyway? Like I'll need this at all in the future when I'm designing clothes for people? Please."
Kibum let Heechul rant on as he randomly flipped through his Psychology book, uninterested and still thinking about Donghae. It wasn't that he didn't think Donghae was attractive because, well, he was. He wasn't classically handsome like Sigma Chi president Choi Siwon but - but damn if he wasn't one of the nicer faces to look at that night. That smile, bright and friendly, edged with darker intent in those brown eyes... Kibum's train of thought derailed halfway through replaying the kiss in his mind and he violently jerked himself back to the present.
Fuck my life, he thought, and blamed Heechul entirely.
The class passed in a blur of boring lecture notes interrupted in the margins by angry exclamation points as Kibum continually pulled himself away from wondering what a longer make-out session with Donghae would be like. He wrote to himself: Fucking FRAT BOY and underlined the last two words for emphasis.
Kibum was somewhat of a geek - if that's what you were called when you were twice as smart as the average person and disinterested generally in collegiate socializing. He didn't do frat boys. They were an insult to his intelligence.
***
"Hey Kibum!" Donghae chirped into the phone. "It's Donghae. What's up? You busy?"
Kibum found himself sputtering. "Wha- How. What. How did you get this number?"
"Uhh, so my frat bro's girlfriend is the best friend of this girl you were study partners with..." He trailed off and then returned full force. "Anyway! We're having a party again this Friday, so I was thinking you should come! I'll totally have you put on the guest list so you don't have to worry about that."
FRAT BOY, screamed Kibum's mind. Remember?
"No thanks," Kibum said flatly. "It's not really my scene." He hung up before Donghae could get another word in, and spent the rest of his evening distracted.
Fuck, he hated Lee Donghae.
--
Started: 2009.06.14
Finished: 2009.06.15
More soon!
--Fratboy AU
--(01) new experiences for the new year
This is (02).
lessons in stalking, part one
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG, 1085 words
AU. Donghae the fratboy takes on a new hobby: stalking Kibum.
lessons in stalking, part one
by
meiface"Hey," came the whisper, hissed from his right. "You've got really hot arms, you know that?"
Kibum pushed his glasses up his nose and turned his head, lips already turning down into a scowl. It formed fully when he realized it was Donghae sitting two seats down from him at the long study table. The space in front of Donghae was empty - he hadn't bothered taking out books or notes in an attempt to fake studying; instead, he was leaning down towards Kibum, grinning.
"What do you want?" Kibum asked irritably, keeping his voice low. Even still, the girl sitting across from him, to the left, glanced up at him disapprovingly.
Donghae kept grinning. "I dunno why, but I kept picturing you studying in a full on suit or something. Like, a school uniform. With a nice button-up shirt and a goody-goody striped tie."
Kibum let out an exasperated sigh. "Sorry to disappoint."
Donghae's eyes flicked down over Kibum's black tank top and his grin seemed to gain an edge. "Who said I'm disappointed?" He got halfway to his feet in order to slide down a seat, so only one chair separated him and Kibum. "So what's up?" he asked, still whispering loudly, because he was the kind of guy who couldn't do anything quietly, as far as Kibum could tell.
"I'm studying. It's what people do in libraries. What are you doing? Do frat boys even know how to read?"
"Sure thing," Donghae replied, not in the least offended. "Playboy and stuff. For the articles." He laughed silently as Kibum rolled his eyes and glared at him.
It took another ten minutes before Kibum could get rid of him and after fifteen minutes of wasted studying time, Kibum still had no idea what Donghae had been doing in the library, and what the hell he'd wanted with Kibum.
***
Okay. So they'd made out a little - but it had been a mostly drunken thing. Well, if Kibum were being honest, it had been mostly drunken on Donghae's part, as Kibum himself had been totally sober. He'd made the poor life decision of acquiescing to Heechul's demand that he accompany him to the Sigma Chi party and it had really all gone downhill from there. It'd been crowded, sweaty, and full of frat boys who couldn't string three compound sentences together and girls with more cleavage than brains. Kibum had then gotten beer dumped on him by some douche, Donghae as it turned out, and they had ended up in the kitchen, kissing. Kibum still didn't have a good explanation for that--
Heechul had walked in on them and had nearly brought the house down with his wolf-whistles. He still wasn't letting Kibum forget about it - not that Kibum could, with the way Donghae kept "accidentally" and "coincidentally" running into him. Every. Freaking. Day.
Kibum tried his best not to remember the kiss - hot, slick, alcohol-flavored, and, unfortunately for his psyche and dreams, fucking hot. He also did his best to avoid Donghae, though it was harder than it seemed.
***
"Isn't he a, I don't know, Sports and Exercise Science major or something?" Kibum demanded in frustration, slapping his notebook onto the desk beside Heechul's. "What the fuck is he even doing over here in the science compounds? He should be at the gym!"
Heechul didn't look up from the text he was sending on his phone. "I think he's actually a performing arts major of some sort. And Siwon's a BME, so he's over here all the time."
Kibum growled a little in frustration and sank into his seat. "Heechul, I'm going to kill you for dragging me to that party."
Sending his text with a flourish, Heechul looked up and smirked at him. "Don't even try to lie, Snow White," he said with a leer. "I know you got something out of going to that party. Or should I remind you?" He licked his lips exaggeratedly and made a kissy-face. Kibum groaned and fought the urge to punch him in the face.
"I hate that you're in my Behavioral Psych class."
"Me too," Heechul declared, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "What kind of stupid requirement makes Fashion majors have to take a science anyway? Like I'll need this at all in the future when I'm designing clothes for people? Please."
Kibum let Heechul rant on as he randomly flipped through his Psychology book, uninterested and still thinking about Donghae. It wasn't that he didn't think Donghae was attractive because, well, he was. He wasn't classically handsome like Sigma Chi president Choi Siwon but - but damn if he wasn't one of the nicer faces to look at that night. That smile, bright and friendly, edged with darker intent in those brown eyes... Kibum's train of thought derailed halfway through replaying the kiss in his mind and he violently jerked himself back to the present.
Fuck my life, he thought, and blamed Heechul entirely.
The class passed in a blur of boring lecture notes interrupted in the margins by angry exclamation points as Kibum continually pulled himself away from wondering what a longer make-out session with Donghae would be like. He wrote to himself: Fucking FRAT BOY and underlined the last two words for emphasis.
Kibum was somewhat of a geek - if that's what you were called when you were twice as smart as the average person and disinterested generally in collegiate socializing. He didn't do frat boys. They were an insult to his intelligence.
***
"Hey Kibum!" Donghae chirped into the phone. "It's Donghae. What's up? You busy?"
Kibum found himself sputtering. "Wha- How. What. How did you get this number?"
"Uhh, so my frat bro's girlfriend is the best friend of this girl you were study partners with..." He trailed off and then returned full force. "Anyway! We're having a party again this Friday, so I was thinking you should come! I'll totally have you put on the guest list so you don't have to worry about that."
FRAT BOY, screamed Kibum's mind. Remember?
"No thanks," Kibum said flatly. "It's not really my scene." He hung up before Donghae could get another word in, and spent the rest of his evening distracted.
Fuck, he hated Lee Donghae.
--
Started: 2009.06.14
Finished: 2009.06.15
More soon!
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