MY NEW FANFICTION ARCHIVE

Personal Favourites:

Crack: Now Online
Fluff: Secluded Staircases, High School Kids
Angst: More Than The Air I Breathe
Smut (NC-17): Honeymoon

Prompt: Kyuhyun/Sungmin/Orgasm Denial

‘So I don’t know what to do because I really hate those stupid girls even though we’re in the same company and I have to be on Star Golden Bell with them tomorrow and I don’t know what to do and I need advice and- KYUHYUN!’

The only response was some incoherent murmuring. To be expected, but nevertheless, it irked him.

‘Kyu, I need advice,’ Sungmin whined, but still the maknae muttered to himself, ‘Must. Kill. Giant. Aliens. Boom.’

Sungmin didn’t care about the aliens, or if they exploded, or if Kyuhyun was the one doing the exploding. He just wanted attention.

So he unplugged the computer.

Big. Mistake.

* * *

Those few seconds felt like an eternity.

Kyuhyun gaped at the screen. Sungmin shrunk back, realising what he’d just done.

Uh oh.

‘When you mess with my game,’ he was growling as he advanced, ‘you get punished.’

Roughly, they collided in a kiss, and Sungmin felt his lips tingling when the younger pulled away. He whimpered softly and the maknae licked him gently.

The two boys kissed frantically, the eldest shoved up against the wall, hands running down his chest. Soft moans escaped him as they managed their way to the bed, wild thoughts danced through his head; everything was about Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun.

Shirts flew off, trousers flew off, boxers flew off. Their naked forms moved comfortably as they kissed, and Sungmin felt himself growing hard.

‘Kyu,’ he moaned softly as those delicate hands slid down his neck and rested on his nipples for a moment – that moment – and he felt a rush of electricity. ‘Hyung,’ replied the maknae, with a surprising amount of calm, as he moved his hands down, down until Sungmin groaned with pleasure.

His lips parted and his tongue tasted the boy – that elated, hungry boy – and their noses bumped gently as their hips swayed.

‘Kyu… Kyuhyun,’ he whimpered as the maknae pulled away, butterfly kisses trailing down his pale chest, fingers running around the tip of Sungmin’s arousal, hearts beating furiously, in perfect rhythm.

He felt ready to burst, his member throbbing from anticipation, and Kyuhyun smirked.

‘I told you,’ he whispered, ‘that when you mess with my game, you get punished.’ And his fingers wrapped around Sungmin’s erection tightly, denying the pleasure that his orgasm would have brought him.

‘No…’ That moan escaped Sungmin’s lips quickly, a rushed string of painful sounds, his sheer disappointment so, so obvious.

Kyuhyun gripped tightly, watching as Sungmin desperately tugged him forward to kiss him again, to make him let go, to make him feel that way again.

‘After this game,’ he whispered, plugging the computer back in again, and leaving a naked Sungmin cold on the bed, sniffing.

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More. Fail. Gah.

Summary: Henry doesn’t understand the other members’ sense of humor.

Henry entered the kitchen expecting to find Ryeowook, the most understanding of all the members, who was closest to his age and would probably answer the most honestly. Sure enough, the eternal maknae was handling a pot on the stovetop, mitten on his right hand.

‘Wookie-hyung?’ he began.

‘Yes?’ Ryeowook replied sweetly, not taking his eyes off the cooking.

‘Can I ask you some things?’

‘What kind of things?’

‘Just,’ Henry shifted, ‘things I’ve been wondering. I asked Kyuhyun earlier, but he just laughed at all my questions!’

‘Like what?’ Ryeowook turned the stove off and began to pour the mixture into a container for storage, all while looking at the boy expectantly. ‘What did you ask him?’

‘Well, first I asked him why Hangeng-ge always makes us carry moisturiser everywhere.’

Ryeowook snorted.

‘What? What’s so funny?’

Laughing quietly behind his hand, the shorter boy eventually managed, ‘Well, I thought it was obvious. Before a concert, you know how we all sort of… pair up?’

‘Yeah,’ Henry nodded, thinking back to their last concert.

‘Half an hour,’ Hangeng announced, ‘have fun.’

He grabbed Siwon by the arm and pulled him off towards the dressing room. Kyuhyun and Zhoumi slipped into the bathroom, Ryeowook had dragged him off to a quiet corner by the side of the stage and Donghae had grabbed his laptop and mic, heading off the who-knows-where.

Ryeowook and Henry just sat quietly, hugging, and the elder boy stroking his hair gently. ‘You nervous?’ he asked, the routine question. Henry shook his head ‘no’. ‘Not anymore,’ he whispered, ‘because I have you.’

‘Well,’ Ryeowook interrupted his thoughts, ‘its so that we can all have a quickie before the show, to increase our happiness and our confidence.’

Henry wrinkled his nose. ‘You mean, like… fast food? Cause we never did that.’

‘No, I meant they go fuck each other until five minutes before the show.’

Come to think of it, that did explain why Zhoumi was glowing.

‘What else did you ask him?’ Ryeowook added casually.

‘Um,’ Henry tried to remember, ‘I asked him why whenever Hangeng-ge buys whipped cream, it always disappears from the fridge after an hour or two.’

‘What did he say?’ The shorter boy asked, interested.

‘He said he ate it,’ Henry replied, disbeliving, ‘but he can’t have, he’s so thin.’

‘He does,’ Ryeowook stated, ‘he eats it off Zhoumi with his tongue, and then they have a few rounds. They’re so energetic, that’s why Kyuhyun-ge’s so skinny.’

Ew.

‘What else?’ Ryeowook looked quite happy answering these questions now.

‘Uh. I asked him why that one time we watched that documentary about whales – when the announcer said ‘it all shoots up through the hole quickly’ – they all laughed.’

‘That’s because he was being perverted,’ Ryeowook calmly explained. ‘He thought about how when Zhoumi cums, his semen always shoots out quickly through his-’

‘Okay, that’s enough,’ Henry interrupted. ‘Am I the only innocent one around here?’

‘Not anymore,’ Ryeowook smirked, walking over to the door. Henry attempted to smile, but it came out like a grimace.

‘Hug?’ the eternal maknae asked, suddenly sweet and innocent and adorable agaain. Henry did smile this time, and hugged his tightly, but he felt something different about this hug…

‘Wookie-hyung,’ he started nervously when they broke apart, ‘why was your hand on my jeans?’

Ryeowook grinned. ‘Look down.’

‘I’m… bigger,’ he said, surprised and embarassed.

Laughing, Ryeowook left the room, but called back, ‘When you want that explained, just step into my room.’

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Blah. I think my writing’s getting worse….

Summary: Eunhyuk and Leeteuk are thirsty.

Leeteuk and Eunhyuk were alone in the apartment together.

‘What do you want to drink?’ Leeteuk asked casually.

‘Uh, coke?’ Eunhyuk replied. ‘What are you going to get.’

‘Dunno yet. We don’t have any coke left,’ the leader informed him.

‘Oh. Um. 100 Plus?’

‘None left.’

‘Uh. Ice Lemon Tea?’

‘We never had that,’ Leeteuk laughed his famous Ang Ang.

‘Seriously?’

‘Yep.’

‘Oh. Then. Uh. Tea?’

‘No more teabags,’ Leeteuk said after checking the cabinet.

‘Coffee?’

‘Yesung stole it,’ the leader replied, ‘didn’t you notice?’

Shaking his head, Eunhyuk asked, slightly annoyed, ‘Well, what is there?’

‘There’s water… and milk. Ooh, let’s make a milkshake!’

‘A milkshake?’ Eunhyuk was excited. ‘But how do you make it?’

Leeteuk hesitated for a moment. ‘Well,’ he eventually said, ‘you get some milk. And you shake it.’

‘Ohhh.’

Silence.

‘But what about the flavour?’

‘Flavour?’

‘Like. Strawberry flavour. Or something.’

Another pause. ‘You shake the strawberries and stick them in the milk.’

‘Oh, of course!’

Leeteuk grinned. ‘You want to try?’

‘Yes!’

Quickly they gathered the ingredients on the counter. Milk, strawberries, ice, two glasses.

‘Doesn’t Ryeowook normally make it with a milkshake machine?’

‘You mean a blender?’ Leeteuk laughed, magically producing the machine from thin air.

‘Yeah, that thing!’

Leeteuk put the strawberries in a bowl, covered it with a plastic plate, and proceeded to shake them. Eunhyuk shook up the milk.

‘I think it’s shaken well, hyung,’ he panted, ‘now what?’

‘Pour it into the blender,’ Leeteuk suggested.

After Eunhyuk had emptied the milk into the blender, Leeteuk tossed the strawberries in. He pressed the button quickly, but milk sloshed out and splattered onto the counter.

‘Maybe we should put the lid on?’ Eunhyuk suggested timidly. Leeteuk nodded and tried again.

They watched it for a few minutes, and then Eunhyuk spoke again. ‘Maybe we should have gotten rid of the leaves first,’ he said. Leeteuk nodded.

As the leader poured the liquid into the glasses, Eunhyuk divided the ice cubes in half and added them.

They stared at the drinks for a few moments, then Eunhyuk said, kind of sadly, ‘It doesn’t look like it does when Ryeowook make it.’

Together, they raised the glasses to their mouths and sipped quietly. ‘It tastes a bit… good,’ Leeteuk said, surprised.

They drained their glasses within minutes, and smiled contentedly. Maybe Ryeowook would yell at them later for getting milk on the counter and leaves stuck in the blender, but it was worth it.

Summary: Filming mini-dramas is a full-scale drama.

The filming of the mini-dramas was a drama by itself.

Sungmin immediately regretted choosing Ryeowook and Yesung. He also regretted allowing them to pose as a couple in the drama, but he figure that it would be good for them to be public once in a while.

As Yesung predicted, it wasn’t difficult for them to film the couple parts, but for different reasons that he had given the camera. ‘Ryeowook and I are forever,’ he explained to Kyuhyun the first night he spent with Super Junior. ‘Even when we both leave this world, we’ll still be connected in our hearts and minds, even if our bodies decompose.’

Kyuhyun hadn’t said anything at the time, but it seemed like he understood.

* * *

Yesung and Ryeowook played around so much on the set that even if they forgot they were supposed to be acting, it seemed to fit right in.

Ryeowook had sat down on Kyuhyun’s pin-covered bed quickly, and Yesung had tugged him off to examine every square centimetre of his body.

In front of the other members and the camera, he just ran his fingers along the outside of his jeans and briefly lifted up the boy’s shirt, but when they disappeared from view, soft moans could be heard from the bathroom stall.

* * *

The first time Ryeowook had ever said ‘saranghae’ to Yesung was five minutes before they received their scripts.

‘Hyung?’ Ryeowook asked, head laid down in Yesung’s lap, fingers stroking his hair absentmindedly.

‘Mmm?’

‘Saranghae.’

Ryeowook had excepted surprise. He had expected a quick laugh and then Yesung blushing as he said, ‘I don’t feel that strongly.’

He hadn’t expected his hyung to lean down and kiss him gently on the lips, before pulling away and breathing, ‘I love you too.’

Kyuhyun wandered over and handed them the scripts. ‘At least it’ll be easy for you two to get into character,’ he sighed enviously. ‘Sungmin and I… it would be fun if I didn’t have to kill him.’

And he stalked off.

* * *

‘Sungmin, what’s going on with you and Kyuhyun?’ Ryeowook asked quietly while they changed.

‘Mm? Nothing, nothing, we’re just filming together for the mini-drama.’

The younger boy shot him a suspicious look. ‘You filmed that scene so many times,’ he accused, ‘when he had to fall on top of you and stay there for a few seconds.’

As predicted, Sungmin blushed and fanned himself with his hand. ‘It was a difficult scene.’

‘Do you know why he kept laughing?’

‘Uh, I guess he was nervous,’ Sungmin mumbled.

Ryeowook allowed himself a fleeting grin before his hyung turned around. ‘I think he likes you,’ he laughed.

Sungmin blushed.

* * *

Kyuhyun and Sungmin sat in the silver Audi, the roof off, and gazed into each others’ eyes. ‘Good work,’ mouthed the director, surprising the boys – they’d forgotten he was even there.

‘Five minutes,’ he called, and the crew left immediately, while Sungmin and Kyuhyun shifted awkwardly in the car.

‘Kyuhyun,’ Sungmin asked suddenly, ‘how come in the drama, you kiss my forehead? Shouldn’t you kiss my lips, or something more romantic?’

The younger boy shrugged. ‘I guess the director didn’t think it would look right.’

Sungmin folded his arms. ‘I think that having us kiss would look great,’ he muttered to himself. Kyuhyun barely caught the words, but he was sure that his heart just skipped a few beats.

* * *

‘Yesung-sshi,’ Kyuhyun asked softly, ‘how did you and Ryeowook get together?’

‘Oh, asking for advice now?’ the older boy laughed smugly. Kyuhyun nodded solemnly.

‘Well, I took him to a bar, got him drunk, and he confessed to me while me mumbled in his sleep,’ he shrugged. ‘Then when he woke up, I kissed him.’

* * *

‘Sungmin-sshi?’ Are… are you free tonight, after filming?’

His hyung looked at him with a funny look on his face. ‘Yeah, of course Kyuhyun!’ His stomach did a backflip.

‘Do you… do you want to go out… with me? To… to get a… a drink, or something?’

Laughing, Sungmin hugged him tightly around the middle. ‘I’d love to spend some time with my favourite dongsaeng,’ he giggled, as Kyuhyun practically melted into a puddle on the floor.

* * *

‘I can’t believe you did that!’ Ryeowook cried. Yesung looked sorrowful.

‘I just wanted to help,’ he started, but his boyfriend cut him off.

‘You pretended that I confessed my love to you while drunk? That’s so not what happened!’

‘Well, YOU tell me what happened then.’

‘YOU confessed that you wanted to jump my bones.’

‘Oh.’

‘Idiot.’

‘Well, it worked, didn’t it?’

* * *

‘Hahahahaha… and… and then he was like WOAH. A pigeon with a pizza slice!’

Sungmin snorted, but when Kyuhyun added, ‘without cheese!’ he fell off his barstool.

The boys grinned madly, touching more frequently than usual as the alcohol controlled their common sense.

Kyuhyun jumped up slightly as Sungmin’s fingers slipped under his shirt, but welcomed them. They half-stumbled out of the bar and ran down the street to their building.

‘Race you!’ Sungmin laughed, sprinting up the stairs. Kyuhyun immediately sped after him.

When they reached the second floor, Kyuhyun was ten steps behind.

When they reached the fifth floor, Kyuhyun was eight steps behind.

When they reached the ninth floor, Kyuhyun was two steps behind.

When they reached the tenth floor, Kyuhyun caught him.

He tackled the boy around the waist and they fell on the cold concrete of the stairwell, hands overlapping. ‘Oops,’ Sungmin giggled, and flopped onto Kyuhyun’s shoulder.

* * *

‘Where are they?’ Ryeowook wailed. ‘It’s 10PM!’

‘Wookie,’ Yesung said patiently, ‘when have we ever come home from a bar at 10PM?’

Silence.

‘I guess we could give them a few more hours,’ he replied grudgingly.

* * *

‘Sungmin,’ he breathed, ‘I like you.’

‘Aww, I like you too Kyuhyunnie!’ he squealed, hugging the boy tightly.

‘No, I meant… I really like you,’ the maknae forced himself to say, pulling out of Sungmin’s embrace.

‘I like you too Kyuhyunnie!’

‘No, I meant… I like like you.’

Sungmin reached up, sighed, and kissed the boy so harshly that he toppled backwards.

‘I got it the first time,’ he giggled. ‘Can I hug you now?’

Kyuhyun nodded, and touched his hyung’s pale, delicate cheeks. So they were even softer than they looked…

* * *

The maknae awoke in the cold stairwell with Sungmin’s head resting on his chest, his phone vibrating gently in his pocket.

‘Hello?’

‘Kyuhyun, Wookie won’t shut up,’ Yesung groaned. ‘Come back, you guys will be more comfortable here anyway.’

He heard a shrill voice in the background. ‘Yesungie! Come back to bed…’

Shuddering, he hung up.

* * *

‘Sungmin-hyung?’ Kyuhyun gently nudged him awake.

‘Kyuhyunnie?’ Rubbing his head as he sat up, Sungmin screwed his eyes shut. ‘I have the worst headache…’

‘Let’s get you upstairs,’ he replied, lifted up his hyung and carried him to the eleventh floor.

When he had succeeded in tucking Sungmin into bed with his stuffed bunny, Kyuhyun sat down at the foot of the bed.

‘Hyung, about last night…’

Sungmin waited.

‘…did you mean it?’

Sungmin waited.

‘Did you mean that you liked me?’

Sungmin waited.

‘Because… I really do like you.’

Sungmin grinned.

‘I really like you too.’

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Me + Fluff = OTP XD

Summary: Ryeowook comes back from China.

‘Ryeowook, I’ve missed you.’

The usually comforting voice of Yesung growled as he hugged the boy tightly from the second he walked through the door. ‘I’ve missed you too, hyung,’ he laughed.

‘Why did you miss me?’ the elder boy whispered, nibbling his ear.

‘I missed talking to you every day. I missed seeing you every morning and before bed. I missed watching movies with you.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes.’

‘Didn’t you miss me fucking you every night before bed?’ Yesung’s voice was dangerously low now. Ryeowook swallowed.

‘Hyung… I don’t want to talk about this in front of the other members,’ he blushed.

‘Then let’s talk somewhere else,’ the elder boy whispered, tossing the boy into their shared bedroom and locking the door.

Since they had gotten together, Ryeowook had pushed their two beds together so that they had a double bed. Yesung’s beloved turtle was on the bottom shelf of the bookcase, and the sheets were always crumpled and inviting. The eternal maknae fell onto the bed clumsily, watching as his hyung advanced, hungry.

‘Didn’t you miss it?’ he muttered, hands sliding under the boy’s shirt. ‘Say it.’

‘I… oh!’ Ryeowook squeaked as Yesung fingered his nipples gently. ‘I missed you.’

‘What else?’

‘I missed… this…’ he whispered, and Yesung tore his shirt open and kissed him harshly.

‘Good,’ he managed to say before kissing the boy again, tongues meeting, hands fumbling.

‘Hyung…’ Ryeowook moaned as he felt a hand down his boxers. ‘Mm…’

The hands slid the jeans and underwear down in one go, fingers lingering slightly on the moistened tip of Ryeowook’s erection. ‘Hyung,’ he moaned, louder.

Both boys were naked now, and Yesung eyed the boy below him with lust in his eyes. ‘You want it,’ he teased. ‘I know you.’

Ryeowook didn’t even bother with the game. Yes, he wanted it, and yes, Yesung knew it. ‘Hyung… let me… let me…’ He trailed off as the boy kissed him again, a sign of agreement.

Quickly, he licked the tip of Yesung’s member several times and felt elation at the soft moans that came from his lover. ‘Damn it, Yesung, I need you,’ he whispered, and kissed him again.

The elder boy lowered his hands so that they rested on the eternal maknae’s thighs. ‘Beg me, Ryeowook. Beg me.’

He needed it. He needed it so much that he didn’t hesitate at all in moaning loudly, ‘Yesung, touch me… touch me… I want you…’

‘What do you want me to do?’ Yesung teased, moving his fingers slowly up towards the base of the hardened member.

‘Hyung… hyung,’ he panted, ‘touch me… touch me there, touch me now…’

‘If you insist,’ he grinned, and stroked the boy softly.

‘Ohh,’ Ryeowook moaned contentedly as Yesung felt him gently. ‘Hyung…’

‘What do you want now?’ he teased, gently allowing his tongue to taste the tip of Ryeowook’s dripping member.

‘Fuck me, hyung… fuck me… God, hyung… why are you such a fucking tease?’

Slowly, Yesung drifted away from Ryeowook’s member and slid his hand down his ass. ‘Wookie, why are you so hot?’ he whispered, inserting a finger.

‘Oh, hyung!’ he cried, moaning loudly.

Carefully, Yesung inserted another finger, used to this. How many times had this happened now? he wondered briefly, twenty, thirty, more?

‘Hyung,’ the boy panted one last time before Yesung inserted his hard member into the boy. He moved quickly and hungrily; he knew that he was hitting the right spot: Ryeowook screamed out, ‘Yesung, damnit, Yesung!’ as he reached his orgasm.

Ryeowook put the rest of the group out of his head as he focused on this sensation. Yesung, he thought wildly, panting heavily. Yesung.

The elder boy slowed, and eventually stayed still, allowing his hands to slide down Ryeowook’s body gently. ‘Wookie,’ he breathed, ‘I missed you so much.’

‘I missed you too,’ the boy replied, responding gently to his hyung’s touch. ‘I’ve missed this.’

Yesung kissed him gently, stroking his cheeks as he finally pulled out. ‘I love you,’ he whispered.

The younger boy didn’t say anything, but the way he snuggled closer into Yesung’s chest and the way he intertwined his finger’s with his hyung’s said everything for him.

I love you too.

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-shrugs- Because Super Junior M returned from China… what, yesterday? Poor Yesung and Sungmin :D -bias-

Summary: Kibum wished he could have been in the Sorry Sorry video.

Kibum wished he could have been in the Sorry Sorry video.

It was their biggest single, and he hadn’t been a part of it.

When it was finally released, he watched it with mixed emotions.

He felt pride at his best friends showing how brilliant they could be. He felt surprise at how even Yesung managed to dance well. But overall, he felt jealousy and loneliness at being the only one missing, and there wasn’t even like there was something missing.

The music video was replayed two, five, twenty times. And each time he noticed something different. He noticed the expressions of the boys in the back. He noticed their clothes. He noticed Eunhyuk’s gloves.

Suits. That’s what they decided to use for this video. Suits.

Kibum was slightly annoyed at this. He looked good in a suit.

He resolved to talk about this with Leeteuk. Maybe they could work him into the promo photos.

* * *

The boys all smiled in delight when Kibum showed up for the Sorry Sorry promotional photoshoot. He was hugged by them all, had his hair ruffled by Kangin, his cheek kissed roughly by Leeteuk. He grinned. This was where he belonged.

He rushed into one of the rooms to change, and was followed by Kyuhyun and Ryeowook, who talked quickly and amiably. Slowly, Kibum searched for a suit to change into, while Ryeowook got dressed and Kyuhyun laughed.

Ryeowook left after dressing quickly, and silence befell the two remaining boys. Kyuhyun joined in the hunt for Kibum’s suit, thrusting his onto a chair.

Finally, Kyuhyun extracted it from the back of the wardrobe. ‘Here,’ he said, handing it over. The older boy replied, ‘Thanks.’ They changed in comfortable quiet.

The youngest boy finished dressing first and quickly attempted to fix his hair before leaving. When he reached the doorway, he hesitated and turned around to watch Kibum fastening his cufflinks.

‘Just so you know hyung,’ he said quietly, ‘it would’ve been so much better if you’d been there.’ And he left.

Kibum smiled, elated, and followed him out. He had missed this.

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For the 100 Fanfiction Challenge. See the list?

Summary: Kyuhyun writes to his sister about joining Super Junior.

Dear Sis,

SM told me I’m going to join the group Super Junior. I’m so excited!

We’re going to start to learning a new song: U. It should be a hit, it sounds really good. But I hope the ELFs support me.

Hwaiting, right? ^^;

Your brother,
Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

I met Leeteuk-sshi today. He’s the leader of Super Junior. He seems really nice – sort of like a mother! His face is sort of thin, and his hair is a bit… too-styled for my taste, but I think we’ll get along well.

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

I met Kangin-sshi and Kibum-sshi today. Kangin is a bit like a father I guess, he seems like he cares a lot about his dongsaengs in a family way. Kibum is really quiet, but he smiles a lot. His teeth are really white! o-o

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

Today, I met Hangeng-sshi, Heechul-sshi and Siwon-sshi. Hangeng is Chinese, so his Korean isn’t brilliant, but it’s surprisingly good. Heechul struck me as a bit… full of himself. He joked that one day I might look as good as him! To be honest, I don’t want my hair to be that long and girly, so hopefully not! Siwon is very mature and friendly. I think we will get along well. ^^

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

I met Shindong-sshi today. He’s the round one. He seems quite funny, but his spiky hair was a bit threatening! D:

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

Today I met Eunhyuk and Donghae. They told me that they were best friends. Donghae is really nice, but he seems quite immature. Eunhyuk joked a lot – he’s really funny – and he showed me some dancing, it’s so understandable why he’s the lead dancer! They both seem like great people.

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

Today, I met Ryeowook-sshi and Yesung-sshi. Ryeowook used to be the maknae until I joined a few days ago, so he seemed a bit upset about that, but welcomed me nevertheless. Yesung is a bit strange, but nice, I guess. They sang a welcome song for me. They have amazing voices! *_*

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

Today, I met the last member, Sungmin. He’s very cute, with black hair and wide eyes! He says he wears pink a lot and has a stuffed rabbit. He likes to laugh a lot, and he was the only member who hugged me before he left. I think we’ll get along well. <3

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

Today, I saw all the members at once! They threw a sort of welcome party for me. It was really nice, and a bit overwhelming! Sungmin came to greet me first – he hugged me and said that it was great I was joining. The other members just waved, but they smiled a lot. Eunhyuk told me that Sungmin is really big on skinship.

I guess that’s true, since by bedtime, the members all hugged me goodnight, but Sungmin kissed me on the cheek. It’s strange, but it sort of felt like it was on fire! Weird, right?

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

Sungmin got scared last night because he had a nightmare. He crept into Leeteuk and Kangin’s room but they told him to go away. Eunhyuk and Donghae were sort of hugging and he didn’t want to disturb him, and Yesung scared him a bit. So he came in here, where I share with Ryeowook.

‘Kyuhyun, can I stay with you? I… I get scared at night sometimes,’ he told me. Of course I couldn’t say no to those eyes!

So I let him into my bed and I hugged him and told him I’d see him in the morning. No, nothing happened! I don’t like him like that. But it was comfortable.

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

I told you, nothing happened! He came into my room again last night, and the same thing happened. It’s weird that he’s my hyung, because I’m so much taller and he gets scared of things like the dark!

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

What do you mean, tell him? Tell him what?

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

I don’t like him!!!

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

I DON’T LIKE SUNGMIN.

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

I’M NOT IN DENIAL, I DON’T LIKE HIM.

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

Well, his eyes are really nice. And his skin is so smooth. And HEY. I TOLD YOU I DON’T LIKE HIM!

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

WHY WOULD I TELL HIM I LIKED HIM IF I DON’T??

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

I’m not going to tell him.

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

I mean it. I won’t.

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

Still not telling him!

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

I told him.

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I TOLD YOU SO??

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

I’m not going to tell you what he said until you apologize.

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

OK. I accept your apology.

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

He kissed me. Will you leave me alone now!?

Kyuhyun.

* * *

Dear Sis,

Oh, shut up.

Kyuhyun.

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FLUFF! ^_____^ I’m pretty sure Kyuhyun has a sister… -unsure- but I don’ know her name XD So now, she’s just Sis. Or Noona!

Summary: Draco has something to tell her.

Anytime I need to see your face
I just close my eyes

I just had to go and fall in love. With my best friend.

And I am taken to the place where
Your crystal mind and
Magenta feelings take up shelter
In the base of my spine

Of course, it wasn’t always that way.

Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola

I remember when she hated me.

I don’t need to try and explain
I just hold on tight

I remember when I hated her.

And if it happens again, I might move
So slightly
To the arms and the lips and the face
Of the human cannonball

I remember when I fell for her.

I need to, I want to

I remember when it was all over, when everything I had ever known was gone.

Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher

Except her.

You’ll never know what hit you

That was the bright side. The light side.

When I get to you

Now it’s four years later.

Ooh, I want you
I don’t know if I need you
But, ooh, I’d die to find out
Ooh, I want you
I don’t know if I need you
But, ooh, I’d die to find out

Four long, amazing, painful years.

I’m the kind of person who endorses
A deep commitment

Have you ever tried to grin and laugh and joke when inside you just wanted to snog her brains out?

Getting comfy getting perfect
Is what I live for

Because it’s really difficult.

But a look, then the smell of perfume
It’s like I’m down on the floor
And I don’t know what I’m in for

But Hermione?

Conversation has a time and place
In the interaction of a lover and a mate

She was worth it.

By the time of talking
Using symbols, using words

She is worth it.

Can be likened to a deep sea diver
Who is swimming with a raincoat

I have to tell her.

Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher

Now.

You’ll never know what hit you

‘Hermione?’

When I get to you

‘Yes?’

Ooh, I want you
I don’t know if I need you
But, ooh, I’d die to find out
Ooh, I want you
I don’t know if I need you
But, ooh, I’d die to find out

Too late to go back, too late to change my mind.

Anytime I need to see your face
I just close my eyes

But it’s not too late. Four years… I’ve waited this long.

And I am taken to the place
Where your crystal mind and
Magenta feelings take up shelter
In the base of my spine

‘I love you.’

Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola

And I kissed her.

I don’t need to try and explain
I just hold on tight

I tasted her cherry lips, her bubbly personality, her soft skin gentle against mine.

And if it happens again;
I might move so slightly
To the arms and the lips and the face
Of the human cannonball

‘Draco,’ she whispered.

That I need to, I want to

‘I love you too.’

Ooh, I want you
I don’t know if I need you
But, ooh, I’d die to find out
Ooh, I want you
I don’t know if I need you
But, ooh, I’d die to find out

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Found this songfic on Fanfiction.net, I wrote it when I was… what, 11? XD I redid it (thank Goodness… don’t look up the original, it’s completely different apart from the song and makes no sense) cause I had a huge DraMione phase ^_^; The song is called ‘I Want You’ by an Australian group, Savage Garden (who, unfortunately have split up) and I love it to death. This is probably the group I’ve loved for all of my life, since when I was really young I used to sing along and get the words confused XD The title is one of the lines I wrote here since I often reffered to Dumbledore’s side of the war as The Light Side, which working with Bright Side… gah, my logic is strange. So. Harry Potter fanfiction. Yes. No. Maybe? Review please! x

Summary: Ryeowook is jealous of Sungmin’s bunny, Mr Snuggles.

‘Why do you always carry that thing around with you?’

Sungmin covered his bunny’s ears with his hands. ‘Don’t talk about Mr Snuggles like that!’

Ryeowook yelled, ‘You care more about that stuffed rabbit than anybody else in the world! I can’t believe you!’ And he stalked off.

* * *

‘Mr Snuggles, what do I do?’ Sungmin sighed, lying down on his bed with the bunny on his stomach.

The bunny said nothing.

‘I don’t want Ryeowook mad at me!’

The bunny said nothing.

‘I think I love him.’

The bunny said nothing.

‘Do you think he loves me?’

The bunny said nothing.

‘I doubt he does… If he did he wouldn’t get so mad!’

The bunny said nothing.

‘I really love him, Mr Snuggles…’

The bunny said nothing, did nothing, as Sungmin burst into noisy tears.

* * *

‘Ryeowook, what’s wrong, why are you crying?’

The eternal maknae looked up at the actual maknae with red, watering eyes. ‘I got into a fight with Sungmin-hyung,’ he sniffed, and buried his head in Kyuhyun’s chest.

The tall boy pet him awkwardly on the head. ‘What happened, Wookie-sshi?’ he coaxed, ‘Come on, it’ll help to talk.’

Ryeowook poured out the story about Sungmin and the bunny. ‘I don’t want to fight with Sungmin,’ he finished, and burst into tears again.

‘Well, why did you start that anyway? Do you really have something against his bunny?’

Sniffing, Ryeowook replied, ‘I don’t know. I guess I got… jealous, or something. He takes it with him everywhere, he feeds it, he sleeps with it, he dresses it up… why doesn’t he care enough to want to spend even a quarter of that time with me?’ he wailed.

Kyuhyun had no reply.

* * *

‘Sungminnie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?’

Leeteuk hurried into the room and flung his arms around the boy. ‘Don’t cry, Sungminnie, it’s OK,’ he comforted.

Shaking his head, Sungmin cried, ‘He hates me and I really love him and I really hate myself!’

Aish, thought Leeteuk, this could be difficult.

‘Sungmin, what’s wrong? What happened?’

Sungmin began his story about how he had just been feeding Mr Snuggles the last cupcake that Ryeowook had made, and then the eternal maknae had yelled at him and stalked off. ‘And he really hates me,’ he finished, sniffing loudly.

‘It sounds like he’s jealous,’ Leeteuk decided. When Sungmin stared up at him with confused bloodshot eyes, he elaborated, ‘He probably thinks you spend so much time with Mr Snuggles that you forget about him. He’s jealous of Mr Snuggles.’

‘But… I only spend so much time with Mr Snuggles because if I spent all that time with Ryeowook, I wouldn’t be able to stand not telling him how I feel.’

Leeteuk hugged him tightly and whispered, ‘Then maybe you should tell him.’

* * *

Still sniffing, Sungmin made his way into the kitchen, Mr Snuggles in tow for comfort. He waited by the counter impatiently, scenarios forming in his head.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

No, Sungmin thought sadly, that wasn’t likely to happen.

‘I love you.’

‘You’re weird.’

Sighing, Sungmin wiped his wet eyes again.

‘Sungmin-hyung?’

The boy looked up to see that face of Ryeowook – tear-stained, puffy cheeks and red eyes – and he tried to smile.

‘Ryeowook…’

‘I… I’m sorry,’ he whispered.

Sungmin managed a smile this time. ‘It’s OK.’

They avoided each other’s eyes for a moment, both boys sniffing slightly. Then Sungmin said:

‘I’m sorry I let it hurt me so much,’ he managed, ‘but it wouldn’t have been that bad if I didn’t like you so much.’

Ryeowook stood, rooted to the spot, listening to his words in shock.

‘I’m sorry,’ Sungmin repeated, and walked towards the door.

‘Wait, hyung,’ the shorter boy whispered, and grabbed his arm. ‘I like you.’

Smiling a watery smile, Sungmin stopped, and took a deep breath. ‘I don’t just like you,’ he managed to confess. ‘I think I love you.’

Ryeowook pulled his hyung into a hug. ‘I love you too,’ he whispered.

Sungmin planted a watery kiss on his cheek. So sometimes Heaven did shoot the best case scenario my way, he thought happily as Ryeowook made to kiss him.

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I… absolutely adore fluff. And Sungmin’s bunny. Does anyone know what it’s name is? I just write him as Mr Snuggles in all my fics XD It just seems to fit!