Title: Beautiful Hangover

Pairing: Kiseop/Kevin (Seopvin), Broken!Eli/Kevin (Elvin)

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Kiseop loves Kevin. It is as simple as that. But what if Kevin already belongs to another man? Will Kiseop still fight for his love?

A/N: I got the inspiration for the title from Big Bang's Beautiful Hangover, and the idea (somehow) from the movie Hangover Part II! Lol

CHAPTER 6 [FINALE]

For few seconds Eli's stare fixed on that of Kiseop, before the older went back to see his own reflection in the mirror. However, Kiseop was actually able to feel the burning emotion in Eli's eyes right from the very first moment theirs met. Breaking the awkward silence, he turned the faucet on. Eli soon followed suit.

Even so, echoing throughout the bathroom was only the sound of the streaming and splashing water. Also, there was approximately one meter distance between them. The atmosphere was still maddening to both of them as they did not utter even a single word to each other. Probably, none of them had the intention to.

Eli finished first after wiping his face with the fresh water few times and got ready to turn his heels. Kiseop thought that the uncomfortable feeling would soon disappear, so he pulled a small smile. But unfortunately, his prediction missed when, out of blue, Eli's heavy voice resounded in the room.

"Rooftop. Now."

The sound of the door being closed floated weakly in the open sky. Kiseop walked at a sedate pace, step-by-step closer to the spot where Eli was standing, while the man before him watched in stillness and silence. He could tell that Eli was actually irritated by his presence. After being quite close to him, at least only two meters away, Kiseop stopped his track.

"What's it, Eli?" He spoke out rather loudly, due to the distance between them and the breezing wind.

"I want to say something very important." Eli answered, voice being so stern.

Kiseop narrowed his eyes, trying to envisage what the other was about to say. For some reasons he felt his heart hammering so fast it could stop suddenly at any time. He then shrugged, gesturing Eli to continue. Eli responded to his signal. He inhaled and exhaled his breath slowly before opening his mouth, beginning to say something.

"Stay away from Kevin." Eli said in a wrathful voice.

He then averted his gaze from Kiseop, who did not seem to really believe what he just heard. Kiseop was in a deep thought, trying to digest the four words Eli had said to him and form the best answer. He then decided to continue their conversation, which had stalled for about a minute, eyes looking at the dusty grey tiles below.

"I can't do that. I—"

Kiseop had not yet finished his sentence when a hasty hit landed so perfectly on his left cheek. Eli's strong fist made him almost lose his balance, staggering backwards. He immediately turned his head towards Eli; he was a little taken aback by the action, even though he actually had presumed that Eli would do that.

Eli grabbed at his collar, dragging his body closer to him, and repeated his punch—only stronger. Kiseop fell to the ground in a trice, and before he had a chance to pick himself up, Eli pulled his collar up again, which forcefully raised the dancer to his feet. He looked at Kiseop in an austere manner. His undivided hatred sent shiver into the air and went straight into Kiseop's dark brown eyes, threatening his very soul.

"Screw you, Kiseop! Don't you dare take him away from me!"

"I love him!"

"To hell with that!"

Once again, Eli punched Kiseop's perfect face, this time on the right cheek; it sent him flying to the ground for the second time. Even so, there was no indication that he would return Eli's punches. He was impervious to the younger's vicious act, as though he did not care about the stinging pain—about Eli who was now starting to beat him up, forcing him to stand up again, and then kicking his stomach with his knee.

Perhaps, his mind was too occupied with the memory of that night.

Feeling he would better sleep the rest of the day away, Kevin decided to go home. He grabbed his bag quickly and made his way out of the building. On the way through the vast parking lot, he caught a sight of two very familiar, luxurious cars; Eli and Kiseop's. His curiosity arised then.

"They haven't gone home, yet?" He whispered to himself, eyes staring down at the grey concrete while thinking. Could it be... A thought flashed through his head. A dreadful one.

Without further ado, he hurriedly ran back to the building with the mumble jumble of assumptions in his pretty little head, swooshing past few people in the process, leaving them equally confused. One thing he knew, he ought to be quick. 'Bathroom' was the first word that popped in his brain, so he went there. However, to his disenchantment, he found no one. Next, he checked some other places in that building, only to face the same disappointing result.

"Where are they?" He asked in wild desperation, panting slightly.

"I'm not going to let you take him away from me!"

An absolute and inescapable punch on Kiseop's stomach followed.

Soft, slender fingers touched his heated skin, leaving him burning with want in its wake.

"And I won't give up on him!"

Upon hearing Kiseop's stubbornness, Eli swung another big and hard fist to the elder's weakened body. He hit him continuously and mercilessly that Kiseop grunted painfully; he could hardly get up, blood trickled from his nose, stomach churned from severe blows, and some purplish bruises heaved in sight.

He felt himself slide further into Kevin's strangling warmth, losing his sanity oh so pleasurably.

Eli became increasingly angry when he saw the elder's same lackadaisical face. Kiseop did not seem to feel anything, or perhaps, more accurately, he had lost his interest in their obvious one-sided fight. He did not respond hitting back, completely being defenseless.

Kevin cried his name beautifully, lustfully, chest heaving from their overwhelming coition.

Eli started to run out of energy, ragged breath blown out of his mouth. He pulled Kiseop's collar once again with his hands that had a little bit of Kiseop's blood, splattered on them. Leaning his face closer to Kiseop's, he spat furiously once again.

"Why aren't you punching me back!" His shout soared, but Kiseop was just silent, only wiping the blood from his nose and mouth by using the back of his hand. Eli gritted his teeth while staring angrily at the man before him.

Three sacred words were voiced afterward, as if to secure a bond.

"If letting you beat me up can make you satisfied and leave Kevin," Kiseop replied abruptly then stopped for a moment as the air choked him slightly, before continuing his words. "Then I'm willing to bear it no matter how painful it will be."

However, the unintentional and delusional was meant to be kept secret and forgotten.

Kiseop made up his mind once again. His gaze landed on Eli's. "And let me tell you another thing, Eli…"

He then let out a whispered sentence, but loud enough for Eli to catch. A faint grin appeared on his lips after. The younger's eyes widened in shock, he did not believe his ears for what he just heard. He then released Kiseop's now crumpled collar and slowly moved a few steps backward. He felt his strength suddenly being absorbed out; he felt weak.

"You fucking bastard!" He darted his sharp eyes back on Kiseop.

The elder laughed inwardly, humorless. "Now, Eli, hit me for as long as you want…"

Kevin's eyes were unfocused, roving at all directions in hope of finding two particular men. Suddenly, another notion dawned on him. He immediately made his way, beyond one long corridor after another, to the stairs leading to the rooftop. It was the place where he could often, if not always, find Eli whenever the older said he was looking for fresh air.

Almost breathless, the singer climbed up the seemingly endless stairs swiftly. Please, God, don't let them do anything stupid. He held on to that prayer, chanting it like a spell along the way, while gazing at the tiny door at the end of the stairs. The clumping of his footsteps on each tread became heavier, trailing behind him, as he grew impatient and more tired.

"Just few more steps..." He reminded himself, gripping the cold handrail for support.

He finally made it to the top, and then inhaled a large intake of oxygen to fill his poor lungs before exhaling it as carbon dioxide. After he had steadied his uneven breath and wiped the drops of sweat off his face, he chewed on his lip as if to gain the courage to open the door. Just when he wanted to reach the steel handle, the door unclosed, revealing a very exhausted-looking Eli. He noticed some red spots on Eli's t-shirt and arms straightaway. He highly doubted they were from Eli's blood. Before Kevin could say anything, Eli threw him cold eyes.

"It's done." He said in a low tone, but it rang loudly in Kevin's ears.

Those words, up to Kevin's best intelligibility, held two meanings at the moment. Firstly, their relationship was now officially over. Secondly, Eli was done whaling Kiseop.

"You've chosen him. You cheated on me." Eli continued as he purposely bumped his shoulder on Kevin's skinny one when he strode passing him, making the younger pushed backward a little.

Kevin turned his head snappily at Eli before the older walked down the stairs further. "Eli, I'm sorry! I really am!" He shouted with all his heart, however, no response from Eli.

Kevin resolved to talk about this with Eli later. He must. They were all members of one group, so he did not want the problem to affect their teamwork. It was probably already too late between Kiseop and Eli, but he would also make them reconcile. No matter what. Clutching the hem of his t-shirt for a second, he barged into the rooftop, slamming the door open. He instantly sighted Kiseop lying on the floor, coughing and writhing in pain. His vision blurred as inevitable tears started welling up on his eyes.

Noticing Kevin's existence, Kiseop tried his best to haul himself up. He felt unutterable sick in his stomach, his joints creaked excruciatingly, his bones ached awfully. His attempt to stand up was unfortunately futile. But his mind was clear. The younger of the two quickly, but carefully dragged Kiseop to lean on the wall beside the door. If he had the strength, he might carry Kiseop and bring him downstairs. Sadly, he did not. He then stroked Kiseop's brown locks softly, looking at him pitifully as Kiseop's condition crushed his heart.

"I-I'm sorry I told him… about that night…" Kiseop said with much difficulty, his chest heaving from panting.

However, Kevin just ignored him and asked. "…Why did you do this?

Kiseop took a breath. "If I didn't, you would never be mine."

Kevin's eyes widened at the answer. "Couldn't you wait a little longer? I—Eli already knew about my feeling for you!"

Kiseop was the one startled now. "What? Your feeling?"

"I just realized it…" Kevin pressed his lips together.

Kiseop beamed a knowing smile, "Not too bright, are you?"

"Yeah, and so are you for going this far! But I love you!" Kevin finally cried while pulling Kiseop in a sudden tight hug.

Hearing that, Kiseop put on an even wider smile before replying quirkily. "Calm down, Kev, you might break my bone…" He forced a chuckle, but then winced in pain.

Kevin pouted adorably as he released Kiseop. The older raised his trembling hand and caressed Kevin's cheek. Slowly, he pulled Kevin's face closer to his and finally, brushed his cut lips on his. He did it softly at first, but as Kevin began to respond, he pushed harder against him. They stopped to stare into each other's eyes for few seconds before their mouths connected again. They tilted their heads to deepen the kiss.

Kevin parted his lips to let Kiseop's tongue wander inside him, working his magic wonderfully. He could taste the metallic tang of blood—Kiseop's blood—in their passionate kiss. Moans were voiced thinly between every suckling. Both boys inched away from one another after what felt like eternity, panting slightly. Kevin's face was redder than a tomato, and it made Kiseop almost laugh. He whispered 'I love you' before darkness crawled around his vision, but he felt content—victorious.

Kevin took out his phone. "Soohyun-hyung, can you come to the rooftop of our practice building now? I need your help…" He tried to sound calm while holding Kiseop's unconscious form.

He did not want Soohyun to worry. Awhile later, the awaited man was about to make his appearance. Soohyun came running up the stairs as fast as he could. The door was then opened with a full force. His breath hitched the moment he found the two boys; Kevin sitting, sobbing on the floor, and Kiseop sprawling not so graciously in his arms. He looked knocked out cold.

"You guys finally did it! A real fight? And I can't believe you fucking won!"

"YAH, HYUNG~! I'll explain later! Now help me take Kiseop to the hospital!"

~End of the Story~

A/N: It finally ends!

I'm really curious yet nervous to know your opinions! ^^