Pairing: KyuHae [Kyuhyun/Donghae]
Rating: R [NC-17 in future chapters]
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone.
Summary: He didn’t want Kyuhyun to just take his breath away. He wanted him to snatch it away, take it by force. Smother him.
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Donghae woke to the alarm on his phone and peeled his eyes open with a groan. He felt a weight on his shoulder and on top of his chest and the tickle of hair under his chin. Licking his lips and trying to salivate in his parched mouth, he realized that it was Kyuhyun’s head wedged against him and his arm over him.
A noise came from Kyuhyun and Donghae realized that the alarm was still going off.
“Turn it off. I don’t want to go to school,” Kyuhyun grumbled, nuzzling his face against Donghae’s shoulder more.
“You’ll have to move if you want me to turn it off,” Donghae croaked, and Kyuhyun rolled over and he sat up to reach for his phone on the night stand. He checked the time – they had about an hour to get ready and get to school without being counted tardy. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to school.”
As Donghae started gathering his things for a shower, Kyuhyun gave a great sigh of tiredness and frustration and rolled onto his side facing Donghae.
“Get back in bed.”
Donghae glanced up at Kyuhyun as he dug through his bag. “I can’t skip. I need to pass my exams, and that’s not going to happen if I’m lazing around in bed all afternoon.”
“You won’t see me for two weeks after Friday,” Kyuhyun stated.
Not replying to the comment, Donghae avoided meeting Kyuhyun’s eyes and left his room to take a shower. He dressed in the bathroom afterwards and headed to the kitchen for something to eat. He didn’t care that Kyuhyun would be gone for two weeks.
Nope, not at all.
As he poured himself a bowl of cereal and hoped they had enough milk left, he heard Kyuhyun go into the bathroom and the shower start and smiled. He felt rather accomplished this morning, though he would probably start stressing and freaking out once classes started because fuck he had to pass those exams.
The sound of his cereal crunching drowned out almost everything else and Donghae thought in peace. Exams, running, his mom, winter break, Kyuhyun. Mostly Kyuhyun, not that he would ever admit it.
“What are you thinking about?” Kyuhyun asked, startling Donghae a bit and making him drop a spoonful of cereal into his bowl.
Donghae shrugged. “Shouldn’t you be able to read my mind or something?”
Kyuhyun chuckled and sat down next to Donghae at the table, facing him with his chin propped in his palm. “Something you like.”
“Seems too vague,” Donghae said, feigning disinterest.
“Or maybe… someone,” Kyuhyun continued. “You have conflicting emotions about them, perhaps? You don’t really know what you feel about them.”
Donghae chewed a mouthful and stared at Kyuhyun blankly for a moment before cracking up. “That’s creepy,” he said after swallowing.
“You’re not exactly hard to read,” Kyuhyun stated. “Or maybe I’m just that amazing.”
Snorting, Donghae finished off the last of his cereal and stood up. “It’s the first one. Not everyone has two personalities,” Donghae said as he placed his bowl and spoon in the sink and rinsed it with water.
Kyuhyun materialized behind him, one hand on the counter and one on his arm. “Watch your mouth,” he mumbled close to Donghae’s ear.
The breath on his ear gave him the chills, made his heartbeat speed up just a bit. As Kyuhyun walked away probably back to his bedroom, Donghae exhaled and leaned against the counter.
He was going to enjoy winter break.
They left for school about twenty minutes later, both in their own cars. Kyuhyun hadn’t argued with him – he did have an image to uphold, Donghae figured. He pulled into a parking spot and as he got out of his car and headed for the doors, he spotted Kyuhyun heading in the same direction.
“Race you to class,” Kyuhyun called, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket and speeding up.
“What is this – elementary school?” Donghae huffed under his breath and ignored Kyuhyun’s challenge. He watched as Kyuhyun hurried up the stairs to get out of the cold and ducked through the nearest door. He made it to the same door and hoped Kyuhyun hadn’t decided to wait on him as he went inside. The hallway was cleared and he mentally sighed with relief as he made his way towards the corner.
He didn’t know what had brought his attention to it – he really never would have noticed on any other day, but he glanced to his right just into the door of a classroom and saw Kyuhyun sitting on top of a desk, gazing back with a smirk. Just before Kyuhyun left his line of sight as he moved down the hallway, Donghae saw him wave.
He trudged off to class and slid into his desk. The bell rang soon and students filed in, laughing and way too loud for it to be eight in the morning. He heard bits and pieces of the announcements over the intercom, something about schedule changes for next semester and homecoming events.
As soon as the teacher started to talk, his head hit the desk and he was out.
He woke later, not knowing exactly how close to the next bell it was, to someone poking him in the face. For some reason, even though it wasn’t very likely, he expected someone else as he looked up and saw the perpetrator.
“Morning,” Eunhyuk said, smiling with tight lips and crinkling eyes.
Donghae wiped his mouth in case he’d accidentally drooled and smiled back. “Hey,” he replied quietly and rested his chin in his hand. “What’s up?”
“Someone’s been busy. That a hickey?” Eunhyuk asked, a huge grin on his face as he pointed on his own neck in a mirror of Donghae’s.
Donghae’s hand lifted to his neck and his eyes widened. He hadn’t even though to look in a mirror at all for that. He felt his face turn red as Eunhyuk waggled suggestive eyebrows at him.
“Anyways, I was wondering if you were doing anything over winter break. We were trying to get a bunch of guys to go to the college gym and play basketball,” Eunhyuk said with bright eyes, hopeful.
He rubbed his neck self-consciously as he thought about it. Basketball, Donghae figured, sounded good. If he was dribbling a ball down the court or trying to get it away from some other sweaty player, it was less likely that he’d thinking about other… things. “That sounds good. Who’s coming?”
“So far…” Eunhyuk said and thought for a moment. “You, me, Sungmin, Yesung, Choi Siwon, and a few others I think. Whoever shows up I guess.”
They talked basketball for a while, trying to stack their team with the best players possible. It was a fact that they needed Siwon, and if Kangin and Kibum showed up, they were valuable as well. Sungmin was fast and therefore a fair asset. Yesung, however, was a different story. From what Donghae had gathered from Eunhyuk’s explanation, he was good – fast, decent shooter – but didn’t know the rules as well as he should.
“The only drawback of having Kangin is how much he fouls,” Eunhyuk said, “but since we’re not going to be playing that seriously, we should try to get him.”
Donghae nodded absentmindedly and the bell rang. They kept up their conversation even over the noise of everyone else flooding from the classrooms.
“Why aren’t you playing basketball?” Eunhyuk asked during second period.
“I was failing,” Donghae replied.
“Really? Do you need help?” Eunhyuk asked, but continued before Donghae could answer. “Sungmin is really smart. He could help you study for exams. Speaking of Sungmin – he’s getting his schedule changed to be in athletics so he can run track.”
Donghae smiled sheepishly, trying not to seem uninterested by the topic. He liked Sungmin, he supposed, but he wasn’t exactly buddy-buddy with him like Eunhyuk seemed to be. “That’s cool,” was his oh-so intelligent reply. “I’ve been getting help, though.”
“Oh, yeah. You’re best friends with Einstein,” Eunhyuk said with a laugh.
Is that how others saw them?
He understood how people could assume that they were friends as even he had accepted that as the norm. Best friends, though, meant more. He supposed they were close – he saw Kyuhyun in and outside of school almost every day, they stayed the night at each other’s house, ate lunch together. Did that make them best friends though?
“You know Kyuhyun is going to be like valedictorian or something,” Eunhyuk said. “All the teachers love him. He’s in that gifted program and everything. All AP classes and shit. He’s a smart guy.”
Donghae rolled his eyes. The last thing he needed when Kyuhyun wasn’t there was for someone to talk about him – brag about him, no less. Instead of shit-talk Kyuhyun behind his back (because really, it was highly possible that it would get back around to him), he just nodded and went along with it.
The rest of the day consisted of him trying hard not to doze off in class, talking to Eunhyuk during free time, and eating lunch next to Kyuhyun, who seemed to be less concerned with Donghae than usual. They mostly talked about winter break, who was doing what and when. Kyuhyun explained to everyone that he couldn’t play basketball with them over break because he’d be gone and Donghae told himself he was happy to hear it.
At his locker, Kyuhyun appeared at his side, arms crossed and leaning against the lockers next to him.
“You can come with me,” Kyuhyun said as Donghae dug through his locker.
Donghae thought it over for a moment. Miss Christmas with his mom – his only family aside from his grandparents hundreds of miles away? She would be alone on Christmas without him. “Look, it’s not that I don’t want to.”
Kyuhyun snorted. “Obviously you do. You can’t go two weeks without me.”
Rolling his eyes, Donghae tucked his book under his arm and shut his locker, turning to Kyuhyun. “But I really can’t leave my mom by herself on Christmas.”
“She can come, too.”
“Are you sure it’s me who can’t go two weeks without you?” Donghae asked, trying to hide his smile.
Kyuhyun stared at Donghae. “Alright. Stay here then. But if I call, you answer. If I text, you reply.”
“Don’t I always?” Donghae asked mischievously and turned around to go to his next class.
“Come over after school.”
He glanced over his shoulder at Kyuhyun, who hadn’t moved yet. “Don’t I always?” he repeated.
Kyuhyun smirked, his eyes dropping from Donghae’s face. “That’s a nice look for you,” he said smugly, referring to the hickey on Donghae’s neck.
Donghae turned bright red, ducking his head and then continuing down the hall to his class. When he ended up tardy by just a few seconds, he cursed Kyuhyun mentally and slid into his desk sheepishly.
His English teacher really had a big problem with him. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but he could feel all of her negative words like darts, and he was the dartboard.
“As you know, your semester exam is tomorrow,” she said, “so I hope you’re ready. I have a packet for everyone, but you probably won’t finish today.”
The teacher gave each row of desks a stack of packets and stood at the front of the class with a tight-lipped smile. The girl in front of Donghae passed the packet over her shoulder and he took it and set it on his desk.
But he couldn’t read the short story. It didn’t process in his brain at all, and he ended up reading the same exact sentence four times in a row before exhaling heavily and rubbing his forehead. His concentration wasn’t there, his motivation was nil. His focus was on, whether he wanted to really admit it to himself or stay in denial, Kyuhyun.
He ended up chewing on his lip until the bell rang, and he turned his work in without having answered a single question. He wasn’t even sure if he wrote his name on it.
The rest of the day went by, and even though he’d been so caught up in trying to prepare for exams, he hadn’t paid a bit of attention in his last classes. In math tutorials, he chewed on his lip and tried to pay attention because if he was certain to fail something, it was math.
“I have faith in you, Donghae.”
He looked up and stared blankly at his teacher. This man had been dedicated to helping him, given up his free time to tutor him privately.
“Do you want to go to practice?” he asked, seeing that Donghae was too zoned out to say anything to his previous statement.
Donghae blinked. Practice? He hadn’t been in a while. He usually didn’t make it out of tutorials in time. The coach didn’t care, he supposed, since he couldn’t play anyways. He looked at the clock – only about half an hour left until the last bell. “No, I wouldn’t have enough time to do anything, really.”
And so he kept trying to study. He supposed he managed to store away a bit of new information and refresh his memory, but for the most part it was all just meaningless words from the mouth of an old man with a lisp.
“Am I the only person you tutor?” Donghae asked suddenly.
“Yeah. Normally they have an AP student tutor for extra credit,” the math teacher replied, “but I told them I would take you since you were new.”
Donghae could only imagine having been stuck being tutored by Kyuhyun a few months ago. He figured it would have probably only added fuel to the fire.
After he left the school and arrived at Kyuhyun’s house, he realized it was one of those days when he made it there before Kyuhyun. It happened occasionally – Kyuhyun was in athletics, after all, and the workouts sometimes ran over past the last bell. He went into the house, anyways, and greeted Mrs. Cho.
“Doing anything for the holidays?” she asked him, patting him on the arm with endearment.
“Just staying home with my mom,” Donghae replied.
She smiled, her faint wrinkles showing at the corners of her eyes and laugh lines. “That’s so sweet of you. How have you been?”
Donghae breathed a sigh and gave a small smile. “Just trying to get by exams,” he replied with a short, nervous laugh.
“Kyuhyun told me you’ve been improving. Hopefully you’ll do well,” she stated. “You know…” she said, her tone changing as she seemed to bring up a different subject. “Kyuhyun doesn’t talk about you much, but when he does, I can tell he cares about you. He has never had many friends before, not any that have been around as much as you.”
Absorbing these words, Donghae’s eyes widened just a bit. “Kyuhyun and I… are pretty close.”
Mrs. Cho nodded and smiled. “Believe me, I can tell.” And with that, she breezed off into her bedroom and the house was silent after the click of the closing door.
Kyuhyun cared about him.
Good acting? Or genuine facts?
It was hard to tell. Fooling a parent, a person who’s raised you and knows you better than you know yourself, is a difficult task even for a skillful liar like Kyuhyun.
Donghae didn’t think it was impossible, though.
He sat down on the couch and relaxed, looking at the ceiling. Mitzy popped up onto the couch and perched herself on his lap, meowing affectionately as he scratched her back.
“Mitzy, where did you go?”
Donghae looked up from the cat in his lap at the sound of an unfamiliar voice with wide eyes and looked to the doorway where it had come from.
A tall girl, probably older than Donghae, appeared from around the corner with a smile that fell into an embarrassed, tight-lipped expression as she saw Donghae.
“Um, hello,” she said and nervously smiled, scratching her elbow.
Donghae saw a bit of resemblance to Kyuhyun, and it made sense once it occurred to him. This was Kyuhyun’s older sister, probably home for the holidays from college. He stood up to introduce himself, scooping Mitzy into one arm. “Hi,” he said shyly.
“And you are…?” she asked, glancing down at the cat in his arms and then back up at his face suspiciously.
“Sorry,” he said hesitantly. “I’m Donghae. Kyuhyun’s… friend.”
Kyuhyun’s sister smiled politely and extended her hand. “I’m Ara, Kyuhyun’s sister.”
Donghae took her hand and felt confidence radiating from her as she shook it once and released it. “This is your cat.” It seemed like a great time for his brain to leave him. He swallowed and handed Mitzy to Ara, who took her and scratched her ear.
Before their awkward introduction could progress any further, the front door slid open with a ruckus and Kyuhyun stepped inside the house, his hair soaked from taking a shower in the locker rooms and his keys clanking around in his hand as he dropped them onto the sofa with his bag. He eyed Donghae and Ara, as if maybe they had been plotting revenge against him while he was away.
“Don’t let me interrupt this chit-chat,” Kyuhyun stated as he walked through the living room, passing behind Donghae and disappearing down the hallway.
Ara rolled her eyes – and then Donghae remembered the first time Kyuhyun had mentioned her, he had been comparing Donghae to her for that very reason. “He seems delightful today,” Ara said sarcastically. “First time seeing me in months and he ignores me. Anyways, nice meeting you, Donghae. Good luck with that.” She left him in the living room, taking Mitzy with her.
He made his way to Kyuhyun’s room and knocked softly. “Kyuhyun?” he called, chewing on his cheek slightly. For some reason, it didn’t feel right. Perhaps Kyuhyun had never meant for Donghae to meet his sister, and now he was in trouble for accidentally running in to her.
Donghae stepped inside tentatively and closed the door behind him, eyes on Kyuhyun at his computer desk. “How was practice?” he asked, just to break the silence.
Kyuhyun spun in his chair to face Donghae and crossed his arms over his chest. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Just a question,” Donghae stated and moved to sit on Kyuhyun’s bed. “Something wrong?” His voice wasn’t working right, his anxiety getting the best of him.
His eyes stayed on Kyuhyun as he stood from his chair and went to the bookshelf to Donghae’s right. “You need to study,” Kyuhyun stated and tossed an English textbook onto the bed next to Donghae.
“I thought you said if I didn’t know it already, it wouldn’t do any good,” Donghae said, but pulled the book onto his lap anyways.
“We can review a bit.” Kyuhyun climbed onto the foot of the bed and settled next to Donghae, his legs sprawled out and his arm propping him up behind Donghae’s back.
Donghae kicked off his shoes and pulled his feet onto the bed, tucking them under his legs Indian style. “What should I do?” he asked and opened the book to a random page.
Kyuhyun’s hand reached out and flipped the pages towards the front of the book until he found the page he wanted and stopped there. “Just tell me what’s wrong with the sentences.”
“Should I write it down?” Donghae asked.
“No, just say it.”
He read the first sentence aloud and chewed on the inside of his cheek with thought. “I think… does this need a comma here?” he asked, pointing between two words.
“Good. Is that all?”
Donghae nodded. “I think so.”
“Are you sure?” Kyuhyun’s breath made his hair tickle his ear, warmed his skin. It was getting harder to think, harder to even formulate his own coherent sentences, much less correct someone else’s from a book.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Donghae replied after a moment or two of delay. “The next one is a fragment.”
“Good job,” Kyuhyun said just seconds before he pulled Donghae’s earlobe between his lips.
Donghae tried to focus, going so far as to lean away from Kyuhyun and try to scoot over.
Kyuhyun’s lips widened in a smirk and he leaned over more, his free arm moving around Donghae’s waist and trying to pull him back into place. “I can’t see what you’re reading if you’re way over there,” he murmured.
Donghae realized that, thankfully, Kyuhyun wasn’t pissed off and let out a quiet laugh of relief as he moved away, even tried to nudge Kyuhyun away with his leg. Catching him off guard was a hand around his leg, jerking roughly and throwing him off balance until he lay on his back close to the edge of the bed. The book in his hands toppled onto the floor with a thud.
“Trying to escape?” Kyuhyun asked, his hand still around Donghae’s leg.
Smiling and trying to hold back his giggles, Donghae attempted to sit up and failed as Kyuhyun pinned him down with his other hand by the chest. He felt like a turtle rolled onto his shell, unable to turn himself back upright. “We’re not going to get any studying done if you keep on,” Donghae said breathily in between chuckles.
“You don’t need to study,” Kyuhyun said and crawled upwards, lowering himself on top of Donghae and ceasing all laughter.
With Kyuhyun’s face so close, their bodies overlapping and putting that somehow likeable pressure on him, Kyuhyun’s hand sliding from his knee to his thigh and even further, their breath mixing gently, he quickly became intoxicated.
“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” Kyuhyun’s voice grazed his lips, soft and deep and seductive.
“No,” Donghae replied, rolling his lips to dampen them as his eyes memorized exactly what Kyuhyun’s mouth was shaped like. “I want you to kiss me.”
“Fair enough.” A smug grin, and then he felt Kyuhyun’s mouth cover his, and for the first time it wasn’t him who had initiated it. It didn’t matter for long, though, as Kyuhyun’s head twisted to the side and deepened the kiss, their tongues automatically molding together and pushing and pulling.
He’d forgotten how to breathe completely, the burn of the need for oxygen a distant thought as he kissed Kyuhyun. He wanted to feel Kyuhyun completely, his whole body, his hair, his mouth, his breath. Donghae’s hands explored Kyuhyun’s sides with slight hesitation and then slipped around his back and mapped out the bones in his shoulders, the muscles next to his spine.
And suddenly his mind was playing tricks on him, throwing images of himself and Kyuhyun naked in front of his eyes and giving him thoughts about how it would feel to do this with Kyuhyun and how nice it would be if they did that together. His heart, though beating quickly already, took a jump and then pounded erratically in his chest.
He had to push Kyuhyun away, had to gasp for air and turn his face away. He couldn’t think of these things. He was male, and obviously it was something he was supposed to think about, but not like this. With a girl maybe, but not with Kyuhyun. Not with Kyuhyun sucking on his neck like that, not with Kyuhyun’s hands sliding under his shirt with soft, warm fingers and palms, not with Kyuhyun’s hips moving ever-so subtly against his.
He felt stupid that he hadn’t thought of this before he’d gone and kissed Kyuhyun the first time.
What else did things like this lead to?
Donghae couldn’t think straight at all, but everything buzzed around in his head and he needed space desperately. He needed Kyuhyun’s alluring eyes away from him, needed his enticing lips to stop kissing him, needed his tempting body off of him.
Kyuhyun, for whatever reason, had decided to play nice today. His shoulders slumped downwards and he sighed with irritation, but he stopped nonetheless. “What’s the problem?” he questioned.
“I need to go home,” Donghae mumbled, trying to sit up as soon as Kyuhyun lifted himself from on top of him. “I forgot. Um, my mom needs me.” He stood and stumbled to pull on his shoes. “I… I need to go home,” he repeated, because it didn’t even make sense in his own mind yet as he put a hand on the doorknob to leave.
Kyuhyun’s lips pursed, as if he could say a million and one things but chose not to for some reason. “You know where the door is.”
He knew he was in trouble, but nonetheless, he left, got in his car, and went straight home.