Title: Kyuhyun's Chase For His Only

Author: Erase Pens Oencils (don ask)

Pairing: Kyumin (FTW!)

Rating: T (if ya can handle it)

Genre: fluff and angst

Disclaimer: ARGH! I DON'T OWN EM OKIE? I DO NOT! SO 2 BAAADDDD!

Summary: Kyuhyun has been chasing Sungmin for years on end, experiencing complete pain no one else would ever ask for, but when Sungmin's big day comes and Kyuhyun's had enough torment the final spark will light. What will become of our favorite paring?

A/N: its gonna get a lil intimate. *wiggles eyebrows* and i bet you guys know what i mean. once u get the hints u could skip.

Kyuhyun's Point of View:

I tilt the bottle up, feeling the burn from the liquid slide down my throat. It hurt and it tasted like major doo-doo, but it distracted me from the pain. The pain from before has mostly subsided; the pain from Sungmin is boring though me. How many days or weeks has it been? How many years have I been yearning for something that I probably will never get? Maybe thousands in my head. And then I wonder. What's Sungmin doing with that man right know? The atrocious thief that stole Minnie from my grasps when he knew I had eyes for him. How many seconds has it been since I've seen Sungmin's face?

I flip open my phone and feed my hungering eyes. There was the picture I took with Minnie at the ferris wheel, both of us smiling like the good old times. I can still make out that slight practically permanent blush on Sungmin that he somehow can never get rid of. And behind us, through the window of the carriage, was the magnificent view of the city. All the beautiful twinkling lights, that far away reminds you of jewelry stones. The lights in the colorful city couldn't ever match up to the light in Sungmin's eyes back then. I miss the shine that always accompanied the bunny's pupil's.

I banish that thought. No. I couldn't. I couldn't remind myself of those days because it would just pain me more.

I give a sharp intake of breath. It's too late. The pain stabs at my heart again and again and again. By the time it's done I find myself at on my hands and knees wheezing madly, eyes bulging, in the kitchen. I clutch my shirt where my heart is and I look desperately for the bottle of wine I had been sipping out of. I see it shattered on the tile floor sprayed all over the place and the liquids still slowly making its way toward the kitchen sink as if it wants to dump itself into the drain. Anything to get it away from the depressed, lonely freak that won't do anything with his life. When I was falling to the floor I must've dropped the bottle along the process.

What I really needed was a door. A door to escape the pain.

Still breathing hard, I stagger to my feet using a nearby chair to righten myself. Willing with my might I wobble to my room where my destination rests. I stumble into the chair and and shakily open my laptop. Starcraft. My other emergency exit door, but it wasn't as effective.

Supposedly hours into the game I hear a knock on the door that mostly just sounded like a woodpecker hammering into a tree.

"You got the key!" I hollered still slurring my words a little. I didn't feel like opening the door for this guy.

I hear keys chiming, a pause to check if it's the right key, switch, the sound of the door unlocking, the shuffling of feet, the sound of a bag being dropped onto a couch, more shuffling of the feet, and then an expectant, "hm."

He walks over to and gently wraps his soft arms around my neck right before taking a big whiff of me. "You've been drinking again, Kyuhyunnie~,"

"SO?" I spat. His wonderful strawberry scent fills my nostrils. It's so intoxicating. I love it.

His pink lips form into a pout and he says, "You shouldn't drink in your condition."

I sigh. "Sunnnngmin," I say. I just wanted to say it.

"Hm?" he responds though he knows I won't ask for anything, because he knows why too.

He bends down and takes off my sneakers, making a faux face from the stinky, hopefully, nonexistent smell. He sets the pair of shoes by my bedroom door. Then he walks out and soon after I hear liquid running down the drain. I bolt from my seat.

Once I reach the kitchen, my eyes widen, and my beliefs are confirmed. I make a move to wrestle the bottle of wine from his hands. Sungmin was much stronger than you would think.

"Kyuhyun!" he says. "You can't drink this kind of stuff in your darn condition!"

He swings it momentarily out of my reach. "NO!" I roar.

I need it. I need the escape. He doesn't know the pain I experience I have to endure every night. He doesn't know how many times I clutch my shirt where my heart is. He doesn't know how many times I lose myself in his eyes. He doesn't know how much I hurt. I need it! I need him. Then I look to my left and almost choke on my own saliva. The bottle Sungmin was holding was already the second to last bottle. That was it. I didn't care anymore. I wasn't going to hold back.

I lower my arms and wrap them around Minnie's waist. His eyes widen and his cheeks go completely beet red. "K-Kyuhyunnie?" But it sounded more like a sentence.

I don't need the wine anymore. If I'm going to have my escape I'm going to use it now. Sungmin will probably hate me for this but then again he never really reciprocated my feelings for him. I know how this is going to hurt me and make this situation more bad than it already is, and I know I'll probably regret it in the morning, but I want him. I need him. I need Sungmin.

Quickly, before he could stop me, I crash my lips against his. And, boy did it feel good. I could taste the faint linger of his favorite food: strawberries. Mmm. My heart no longer hurts and instead was fluttery like a butterfly's wings and I smiled into the kiss. I was happy. Even if Sungmin didn't love me back I was happy to get this kiss. Most likely, my last kiss. I let my tears run down my cheeks, some of them entering into our mouths. Salty.

Minnie did fight like before. Ferociously, even. I knew it. Still resisting for loyalty for his abusive husband. Pounding on my shoulders, pulling at my hair, biting at my lips, but I could feel it. He was doing it all half-heartedly. He liked the feel of it too. Soon enough, he stopped resisting and a few seconds later, kissed me back willingly. For the first time ever our lips were in sync, moving amongst each others. Sungmin let out a small whimper and kissed me back harder.

This definitely provoked me. I knew though that the kiss itself wasn't going to fully satisfy me. I grab his butt (A/N: okie i jus hafta say this: ooh la la~~!) and grind my hips against his. Both of us let out wanting groans.

I give out a growl and Sungmin moans in return. Oh, yeah. I grip his shoulders and slam him into the refrigerator and kiss him once again. There was a wobbly sound and I could hear something slamming down and cracking. The eggs. Eh, I'll clean it up later. I break away and say, "Sungmin."

"Kyuhyun," he says. He looks at me, eyes half lidded. He was breathing heavily and the blush wasn't really helping me in my condition. He is so cute.

I smirk and kiss him and all the while grinding. By this time, my heart was beating out of control and I probably had the widest grin I had in years, but, this… This!

Sungmin groans. Definitely that! I break away and it wasn't hard to miss little Minnie's hard-on.

I smile wider, knowing, and slip my searching hands beneath his shirt, feeling all the skin under there that I've been dreaming of. Sungmin imitates and I could feel the heat rushing into my face. Then, still breathing heavily I whisper into his ear, "Are you ready, Lee Sungmin?"

…

I woke up not remembering my dream at all. That awesome, sweet dream. That I really don't remember. The blood was pounding heavily into my ears and it hurt, but luckily not as much as other nights. Aw, shoot. Hangover.

But for some odd reason I feel all tingly especially in one place. It's like magic was filling my body, and it feels good and I smile. For the first time in days I wasn't reaching for the bottle. And I'm smiling! I'm actually smiling! I had to bite my bottom lip to conceal my excitement. And I know this probably sounds so unlike me, but I feel like giggling like a boy-crazed fangirl. (A/N: is he talkin bout me! *giggles maniacally* nahhh… no way ) I held it in though.

I open my eyes slowly wanting to bask in the feel. And I hear it. A tiny moan sounded near me and I freak. My heart pounded wildly in my chest. I know that moan from anywhere. That moan. And I have a feeling that I've been hearing it recently.

And then it all comes back to me. Like picture frames from a film of a negative and it scrolled through my eyes. Sungmin and me kissing passionately. Sungmin and me kissing but next to a refrigerator? Sungmin and me feeling each other up. Sungmin and me undressing each other… Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.

Then I turn to my right, slowly, not wanting it to be real. I did not want to see Sungmin sleeping soundly like a bunny in hibernation in my bed next to me. Next to me. Me… I did not!

My breaths were started to get labored and frantic. Please don't let it be. Please don't let it be Sungmin in my bed naked…

And, unfortunately, it is. There was Sungmin sleeping soundly like a bunny in hibernation in my bed next to me.

Only one lone sentence sounded in my head: What the hell did I just do…?

A/N: im rlly rlly rlly rlly rlly rlly rlly rlly rlly rlly rlly rlly sorrrrryyyyyy! I am soooo sorrieeeeeeeeeee! especially for my more squeamish readers. TT_TT Thankfully, i didn't go 2 much into it! but…. at the same time im not sorry. I feel like saying: weeeeee! KYUMIN KYUMIN KYUMIN! kyuuuuummmiiin! yeeeaaahhh! okie so here's meh reason/excuse: wit boy love comes the boy LUUURRRVVVEEEE! 3333 heheheehehehehehehehe! heheheheh! okie thats it. thats it. Im done wit the boy-crazed fangirl stuff. phew. also im srry for kinda rushing on the last part. I felt like i was rushin. anyway type in: "yeehaw" if you liked this one particular chapter *wiggles eyebrows agen* and agen srry dat i took a wile to update. tank you 4 reading! I try 2 keep it as exciting as I can! ~^W^~ woop! super junior!