DancerxBoxerAU to Idol!KyunAU
The University’s Dancing Club won all the awards that year. Especially the short program ‘Playboy’ was praised by critics for its outstanding presentation of the old theme of love and dancing performances. And one exact young dancer caught the eyes of very influental people of the entertainment industry.
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Kyun yawned and stretched his back. “Hnnn… Sigfried?” he murmured, looking around for his lover sleepily. There was no response even after the second call. Kyun thought Sig must have already gone to the gym. It occured to him that his boyfriend spent as much time working out as he spent with him in bed… If he fights like he fucks, all his oponents are already beaten, Kyun giggled quietly.
With a sigh he gazed at his bedside table. It was there, a glass of water and pills, like every morning after they did the do. It had became their small, unspoken rule: Sigfried prepares painkillers, coffee and breakfast in the morning and Kyun prepares the dinner, tea and his butt in the evening. And truth to be told, they both liked it that way.
Kyun was chewing on his sandwitch full of crispy vegetables (on the weekends there’d be bacon and fried eggs with garlic and onion, too) when his phone rung. He didn’t know the number but picked it up anyway. “Hello?” #Good morning,# said a buzzling female voice, #is it Kyun Song speaking?# Kyun gulped and wiped his mouth from crumbles as if the woman on the other side of the phone could see him. “Yes, that’s me.” He was surprised to hear his mother language on the phone and wondered what the woman wanted. It couldn’t be about his father since he had the hospital’s emergency number saved in his phone. #My name is [Korean name + surname] and I represent the K-Style Studio company. I would like to inform you that you were chosen as a fit candidate to join our idols.# Kyun choked on his spit. “E-excuse me?” he wheezed into the device, patting his chest furiously. #Are you Kyun Song from the University’s Dancing Club?# “Yes!” #Our talent hunters think you have what it takes to become an idol, an icon, mister Song,# the woman explained patiently. “Do they?” Kyun couldn’t quite believe it. Talent hunters? Him? #Yes, they do. However it’s up to you if you decide to take the opportunity, mister Song. If you are interested in our offer, please send an application video according to the instructions in the letter we had delivered to your university. You can call this number whenever for more details.# “Ah… um, thank you,” Kyun said, “I-I’ll think about it.” #We’ll be waiting. Thank you for your time and have a nice day.# “Have a nice day,” Kyun echoed. He stared at the phone blankly for several moments even after it fell silent. He was offered… to become an idol?
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“I think you should give it a go,” Sigfried said and took another bite of his fork. “Any experience may come in handy one day; and maybe you’ll find out you enjoy it.” “But they say it’s really though being an idol. It takes more than just dancing skills, you have to sing and play instruments and be funny and cute and even if you do all of that it’s hard to become popular enough to make living.” Kyun poked his food on the plate. He had been thinking about the offer ever since morning. He, an idol for one of biggest Korean entertaiment companies? It sounded like a joke. Sigfried leaned over the table to kiss his lover. “You’re already my idol, Kyun, and one good enough to make /my/ living,” he whispered with a smirk that nearly sent Kyun under the table. His cheeks covered in deep blush he averted his gaze. “Thanks, Sig,” he murmured softly. “But it doesn’t change the fact all I can do is dance.” “I could teach you play guitar if you’d like,” Sig suggested, giving Kyun another shock. “You can play guitar?” he asked in awe. He had no idea! The boxer nodded. “And a piano. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s been a long time since I played…” “…anything else but me?” Kyun finished with a smile.
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“Wow!” Kyun exclaimed, looking at accustic guitar made out of dark wood with a hint of red. It looked pretty classy, he had to admit. He touched the strings on the instrument ligtly and it immediately answered with a quiet harmony of sounds. “Where did you get it?” Sigfried chuckled at his lover’s amazement. “She’s mine,” he said with a smirk playing in his lips. “I got her from my uncle when I was… about twelve? He said that every right tramp should have a guitar to howl at the moon and break into ladies’ panties. Well; I only played it at school trip so my score of panties to this date is a nice round zero. For last few years it’s been resting at my parents’ house.” He took the instrument and hit the strings lightly. “I had to change the strings but other than that she’s as good as new.” Kyun noticed his boyfriend was talking about the guitar as if it was a person; did he have some special bond to it?* Had he broken many hearts with it? Smiling softly, having the guitar seated on his lap like a cheap lady that has found way back to love, holding her gently and caressing her strings with his fingertips, with his long golden hair falling into his face Sigfried looked like a being from times that were long gone. A knight who had his heart stolen by a beautiful damsel; a bard who sang under his soulmate’s balcony; a lover, playing the melody of pleasure on his lover’s body. His broad chest against his back, his hard cock burried deep in his hole, his big warm hands playing with his nipples and luring a song of moans out of him while the moonlight illuminates every detail of their bodies. Kyun shuddered, wishing he could smack himself out of that dirty daydream… and the hard-on that didn’t waste any time to form. “C-can I try?” he asked, hoping to hide his boner behind the guitar. “Sure. Come here…” Whoops! Kyun’s plan backfired. Now he was sitting on Sigfried’s lap with his back leaned against the chiselled chest, just like in his fantasy. The knight’s manly scent was all around him, muscular arms were partly embracing him and the two hands he dreamt about lead his own on the cool wood of the guitar, Sigfried’s aid in his skilled flirting games. “Your right hand goes up like this…” Sigfried’s breath brushed against his nape and Kyun held back a moan. No! He has to concentrate! Sigfried went so much out of his way for him so he might at least pay attention. To the guitar, not the mass of Sigfried’s cock under his butt! …How many bumps would it take to make Sigfried snap and take him right there, right then?
((There’s no special reason why Sig reffered to the guitar as 'she’. He got it from his Czech uncle and in czech it’s 'she’ guitar, so he just sticked with it xD)) ((It took five bumps for Sigfried to lose his temper, get spanked and banged. Ten of ten Kyuns approve.))
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“Um, hello! My name is Kyun Song, I was born in Korea and at the moment I study in Chicago, USA.” The camera was making Kyun nervous even after seventh shooting. “I like cooking and watching korean dramas. My favourite so far is the Descendants Of the Sun, I’ve watched it at least million times! I also love big sweaters, dancing and riding-” big thick cocks, he thought with a small chuckle, the tiny inward joke made him laugh every time, “-rollercoasters. I always scream so much my Hyungs think I’m about to yell my soul out of my body but in fact I’m really enjoying myself!” Now, here came the harder part of the video. Why did he want to become an idol? “I’ve never though of becoming an idol, or a public persona of any kind. Cameras make me nervous,” he admitted, a light blush covered his cheeks once again. “Even after recieving a call from K-Style Studio I’m not sure if I fit such an amazing role. But I want to try. I’ll work really hard to surpass your expectations!” he exclaimed with a flap of his sleeves. He was wearing Sigfried’s knitted sweater he got for Christmas from his family. It was too big on him and the sleeves were too long but he loved wearing it. “I’m looking forward to working with all of you! Bye!” He stiffed for a moment and then he trew himself on the bed. “Ghhn! Embarrassing!”
Nguyên turned off the camera and stepped back. “It was good. What else do you have to send them?” he asked. “Umm, let me see…” Kyun murmured and reached for the letter he had recieved even though he could already recite K-Style’s conditions from top of his head. “I have to send one more video, a three minutes long performance of my abilities. I thought I’d make and film my own choreography, but it feels… plain,” he frowned. Since he was doing this crazy thing he wanted to do it the best he could. Even though the best was terrible so far.
Nguyên didn’t get to share his opinion - they were interrupted by Sigfried’s “I’m home!” from the hall. The Vietnameese raised his eyebrow and Kyun looked away; he knew what his friend thought of Sigfried. That he was a fuckboy who was going to kick Kyun aside once he got bored with him; he also knew Nguyên was wrong. Would Sigfried’s eyes shine so brightly? Would his /Hello, Kyun!/ sound that much more cheerfully than /Oi, Ngujeen./ ? “Hello, Sigfried,” Kyun greeted back and reached his arms to wrap them around his lover’s neck as they kissed. Would his lips taste so good if he didn’t mean it? Would his arm feel so good around his waist? The blonde was a little wet from gym’s showers and underneath the faint scent of soap Kyun could smell the musky odour that had him drunk without fail.
With one hand lingering on Kyun’s back Sigfried looked at the camera in Nguyên’s hands. “Are you shooting the motivation video? How’s it going?” “Bad,” said Kyun. “Good,” said Nguyên at the same time. “I look like a trotl*,” Kyun whinnered, defending his statement. Thinking back he wanted to shoot himself dead. The sleeve-flap at the end! He must have looked like an idiot. The blonge boxer chuckled and pinched his cheek. “Bad boys who lie get spanked, Kyun. You look great.” “You’re just saying that,” Kyun pouted. He didn’t dare to look at his friend. He feared Nguyên would tell he’s actually looking forward to Sigfried’s 'punismhent’.
The Vietnameese crossed his arms on his chest. Get yourself some room, his glare was saying. “Anyway, if a dancing video feels plain, what are your other opitons?” he got back to where they were interrupted. Kyun shrugged. “I don’t know! I don’t have any other talents than dancing. I don’t even have talent for dancing. Others are way better than me-” His words trailed off as Sigfried grabbed his chin and kissed the mean words away. “You really want to get spanked tonight, don’t you?” the blonde gigant whispered with his lips milimetras away from Kyun’s. “Otherwise you wouldn’t spout all this nonsense. You’ve got the moves all right and you’ve made a great progress at playing guitar too. Maybe you could dance to your own song,” he suggested to the flustered male, completely ignoring Nguyên who was clearly thinking of packing his things and leaving the lovy-dovy idiot and the fuckboy alone. “I’m not that good!” “Yet,” Sigfried winked. “And your voice’s enchanting too. If you sing a song you like it’ll undoubtly catch any listener’s heart.” “I can’t sing,” Kyun argued, biting his lip. “Oh, really? I guess it was a ghost whom I heard sing DoTS opening in the shower the other day then.”
((* trotl a stupid, clumsy person)) ((+ he got spanked and dipped in chocolate that evening xD)) 🎶🎶🎶
“Sigphied!*” The man did not respond until he landed the last hit to his oponent’s temple and the refree didn’t signalise the end of the match. “Oi, Ngujeen,” the blonde greeted his lover’s friend, curious what brings his devoted enemy to the gym. He leaned on the fence and reached for his bottle, however his eyes didn’t leave the Vietnameese’s serious face. “What’s up?” Nguyên raised a handful of papers. “What is this?” The boxer squinted at the ink lines. “Ah? It’s called notes. That’s how people write music. And the scribbles above them explain how to play it on a string instrument.” “You wrote it?” “Yeah.” “Why?” Sigfried sighed and leaned on the fence more. “Because Kyun is doing his best and I want to support him. Happy?” Nguyên was getting pretty annoying, the way he stubbornly clinged to the idea that Kyun was just an amusement for him. “Look, I know what you think about me and I’m not going to argue. But believe me when I say I /do/ care about Kyun. He’s a honey bunny who deserves the best of the world, and if getting that 'best’ includes going to Korea, which is his home he misses greatly, I’m going to help him get there. Writing down his favourite soundtracks the way he can understand them is the least I can do.” The boxer faced Nguyên’s stern gaze without a slightest waver. They might have seem calm, but the air between them was swirling in the storm of their battle.
:What is Kyun to you? My lover. :What do you feel towards him? Love. :Is that true? Yes. :Can you swear by everything that is dear to you that you love him? I can. :What does 'love’ mean? …I want to be by his side. “What are you going to do if he gets accepted, then?”
The blonde blinked, confusion clear on his face. “Excuse me?” Nguyên folded his arms on his chest. “If Kyun becomes an idol, he will move to Korea. What are you going to do then?” Sigfried stared at him blankly for a minute. Despite his support and cheering he didn’t yet think deeper about what would happen if Kyun did become an idol. He knew he’d move to Korea, however his brain hadn’t accepted it yet. It didn’t want to accept it, because his heart wasn’t ready for such questions. “…Gus? Want a match?!” the boxer called and averted from his Nemesis sharply. He wasn’t ready.
((Nguyên of course can pronounce Sigfried’s name perfectly correctly… but he doesn’t want to xD Puck you, Sigphried! Puck you too, Ngujeen~)) 🎶🎶🎶
“Sigfried!” Kyun exclaimed loudly when he saw his lover’s face. “'Ello, Kyun,” the blonde grinned with his broken lips. “What happened?! Did you have a match? Did somebody rob you?” It was the first time Sigfried came home this beaten. Worried, Kyun cupped Sigfried’s pricky chins in his hands, inspecting the bloody bruises closely, and swiped his lips across the burning skin softly. “Just a phiendly match. I 'et my guard down fo’ a mo-ent. Sowwy,” Sigfried gave another crooked smile and locked his arms around his lover’s smaller figure. His lips brushed against Kyun’s in a light kiss. “’'omise I’ll be mo'e c'reful next time.” Kyun shook his head and patted his lover’s chest. “Don’t talk or you’ll reopen the cut. I’ll make some yummy porriadge for dinner and then we might cuddle up in bed with a sack of ice and watch some nice film. How does that sound?” “Wonderphul, mom,” the blonde smirked, recieving a smack on his chest and a pout. And he smiled as wide as his beaten face allowed him, because he was in love with that twenty-year old pouting face and they were together and everything was perfect.
“What film would you like to see? There are few we borrowed and hadn’t watched yet,” Kyun raised the said video tapes in his hands. Sigfried was already seated in the sofa, feeling a little guilty for being treated like a royality when his wounds were only a broken lip and a few sore muscles. “Can I see your 'ideos?” he asked curiously. He hadn’t seen them yet. And had he known this request would make his Korean lover blush so hard he’d ask way sooner. “They’re all embarassing,” Kyun shot him down. “C'mon. I’m sure you’re just s'ying that.” “Uh-huh.” “Kyun~?” “Nope.” “P'etty please?” “No! They’re terrible.” “I b’t they aren’t. Bad boys who lie get spanked, r'member, honey?” “Can’t good boys get spanked too?” Kyun crowled onto Sigfried’s lap, puppy-eyeing the blonde reincarnation of Zeus. The reincarnation laughed and patted Kyun’s delishious butt with his big hand, cupping it for several moments. “Please, Kyun. I would l'ke to see it.” His fingers brushed against Kyun’s temple as he tucked few strands of Korean’s dyed hair behind his ear. “Just one and then we’ll do whatever you wish.” Kyun sighed and leaned his forehead against his lover’s thick, bullheaded skull. “Okay. One video. But only one and only once, okay?!”
Watching himself on the television Kyun wanted to bury himself in the front lawn of the appartment building. However Sigfried was hugging him like he was some oversized pillow and wouldn’t let go, so Kyun burried his face into his lover’s shoulder. “Turn it off, Sigfried, please! I sound horrible!” “Noooo,” Sigfried pleaded and squeezed his spouse tighter in his embrace. “Please, Kyun! You sound so sweet! Why don’t you speak Korean more often? It’s like, a doe talking to a brook. I love it. Such a shame I can only understand the introduction. What are you laughing at? This tiny chuckle here?” he re-played the video to Kyun’s inward dick joke. “Nothing!” Oooh, Kyun was so ready to die of shame! Although, his boyfriend’s praises were making him a bit happy too. “Sag es noch einmal, auf Korean, (Say it one more time, in Korean)” hummed Sigfried into his ear. “Bitte, Kyun!” All flustered by Sigfried’s sudden shift of voice and language, Kyun yelled his dick-joke confession in his mother language and hid his bright red face back into Sigfried’s chest. Through the noise of his pounding heart he could hear Sigfried’s chuckle and a quiet “My, you really are embarrassed, aren’t you…” The blonde’s lips planted small kisses on his head, his arms were locked around him reassuringly. “Hey, Kyun.” “Hmm?” Kyun looked up to his lover, still clinging on his shirt like a baby monkey. “How do you ask for a kiss in Korean?” Surprised by the request, Kyun shifted to lie more comfortably on top of his man. “Ppo ppo.” “With pleasure.” Before Kyun could react he was given the kiss he had unknowingly asked for. Sigfried’s lips tasted of the porriage, blood and his own overwhelming taste that made Kyun’s heart skip a beat. Deeper and more passionate with each peck their kiss started a fire that slowly heated up their bodies and Kyun found himself sitting on top of the American beauty like a king sits on his throne. Sigfried’s hands were everywhere on his bare skin. When one of them slipped on Kyun’s crotch and cupped it he couldn’t help it but to let out a moan or two… or six… Two hours later they were lying on the sofa in each other’s embrace, sticky, sweated, but too lazy and happy to move to the bathroom. “I love you,” two pairs of lips whispered at the same time what their hearts told them.
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Kyun set the camera on the windowsill of the gym. Sugfried lent him the keys so that he could film his choreography for the K-Style video without being interrupted. 🎶🎶🎶
“You open it.” “Why? It’s addressed to you. It should be you opening it since there are good news inside,” Sigfried smirked and handed the thick envelope back to the nervous male. “How can you be so sure?” Kyun whinnered, toying with the letter in his hands. He wasn’t sure which result he wished for more: to have been accepted and become famous or to have failed and stay in his comfortable, happy life with Sigfried. “That’s simple,” the blonde said and leaned back on his chair, “if you passed I’m happy for you. If not, you’ll be a devastated beauty in need of someone to comfort you,” he winked and pointed at himself. “Either way, it’s a win-win situation.” “Very funny,” Kyun mumbled. His hands were trembling and opening the envelope was difficult. The pater kept slipping and he was getting flustrated. “C'mere,” Sigfried sighed and pulled the man into his lap. His firm hands lead Kyun’s shaky fingers and together they opened the envelope.
“Mister Kyun Song, we are honoured to inform you that… I PASSED?”
He passed! He passed and was going to Korea for the finals! He didn’t even feel Sigfried’s kisses on back of his neck nor tears streaming down his cheeks how happy he was. K-Style Studio was going to pay all the travelling expenses. Even if he doesn’t make it among idols he’ll get to see his family for somebody else’s money! Travelling from the USA to Korea was way too expensive for him to pay the trip from his own pocket so he wouldn’t get to see them until his scholarship expired. “I passed! Sigfried, I passed!” he cried and twisted around to hug his boyfriend whose face still resembled a meat pie after that one unsuccessful match. “Congratulations, honey,” Sigfried mumbled into Kyun’s ear. “Thanks,” Kyun sobbed. “Ah. I have to let my parents know I’ll be coming over soon.” Shining like the sun in the middle of summer Kyun run of to get his phone and Sigfried was left alone in the room. Smiling happily at his lover’s happiness, little did he know he had just lost the man. Even though they promised to text or call each other every day, the distance, the different time zones, their busy schedlues and certain background forces of the entertainment industry caused that they had lost touch with each other. Kyun’s appartement was cleaned out and rented to someone else. Sigfried saw them once. They had a dog.
((It was a very pretty, cute fluffy dog but Sig would be happier if it was Kyun.))
🎶🎶🎶 ((Again, they’re talking in Korean. Oh giiirl, I’m so in love with the language ;;///;; So. Idk maybe it’s just me but it sounds so lovely 💛 Too bad I can only ask a baby for a kiss _:DJL warning: smadness ahead))
It’s been a year since he had started his new career of an idol. And even though he got to see his family every now and then, he felt so, so lonely. He missed Sigfried’s touches on his body, he missed intimacy, he missed sex. And predators around him could sense it.
It started off as a drunk one night stand. But Kyun wasn’t the kind of a man to sleep around with many and Eun had fun toying with Kyun’s pure soul. Their relationship could be labeled as 'dating’, if it wasn’t just Eun using Kyun the way Nguyên always worried Sigfried would, as a toy and a stress relief.
It started off as something to chase loneliness away. A blowjob, a dinner next evening, a 69 the night after, a date next Sunday and it turned into an illusion of love.
It started off so innocently. A hairpin in his hair. Keeping shoes on during the do. Wearing cute undergarments. Cute turned into girly, girly turned into kinky lingerine. Each time Eun came up with a new clothespiece to force onto his lover. And Kyun… he grew to like the fluff and the laces, frilly skirts, poofy panties and ribbons in his hair. They were all so fluffy and cute! Who wouldn’t fall in love with that? But Eun kept pushing futher, far beyond Kyun’s comfort zone.
“Put this on.” Eun tossed a bag towards Kyun who caught it, and threw himself on the bed. A smirk decorated his face behind his lit cigarette as the younger male opened the bag and pulled out his clothes for the night. “Uhm… Eun? W-what’s that?” Kyun bit his lower lip and pulled the thing out on the light. It was made out of thin leather stripes that would cover close to nothing. Turning it around in his hands Kyun thought he found the top and the bottom - a dog-like collar and leather tanga panties. There were several metal hooks on it, one on the collar, two on the chest - these had nippleclaps hanging on them, and two on the panties, though Kyun had very vague idea what for. He didn’t quite like the thing. While he was okay with chokers, even adored them with certain outfits, the dog collar was a little too much. “What are you waiting for? Put it on,” Eun hushed on him, probably thinking Kyun was taking so long. “Eh… Eun? I… it’s very pretty but don’t feel like wearing it tonight. We haven’t done the kitten costume for quite a while, maybe I could put on that one?” Kyun didn’t want to tell Eun he was scared of putting on the leather thing. “Enough with that bullshit and put it on, Kyun,” Eun blew out a puff of dark cigarette smoke. “It was hard to get one in your size. Can’t you appreciate the effort for once?” With just that, he made Kyun feel guilty. He made him feel like an ungrateful whinny brat. He grew all red in his face, muttered “sorry” and went to the bathroom to change.
It was… he wasn’t comfortabe. It showed so much he’d be better of fully naked, it was vulgar and he didn’t feel pretty at all. Not. At. All. Trying to make himself feel a little better he stuck a butterfly pin in his hair. After a while of setting it right he decided he can do it. Fidgeting with the strings on his nipples he peeked into the bedroom. “Eun? I'm… I’m ready.” His lover, lying stretched on the bed, looked up, smirked and waved towards the floor. “Great. Now get on your knees and crowl over here.” Kyun was baffled. “Excuse me?” He must have heard wrong! Eun sighed and pointed at the floor in front of Kyun. “Get on your knees and crowl over here,” he pointed in front of the bed. Kyun stared at him, speechless. “Eun, that’s too embarassing,” he said and made a step closer to the man to walk the distance like usually would. He halted when Eun’s hand shot up in the air. “Please, Eun, can’t we just have a nice evening-” “That’s what I’m trying to do!” his lover snapped at him. “If you weren’t a crybaby, we could have already be having a great time. You just have to spoil everything.” Kyun was shaken, and tried to walk to the bed, only to be stopped by Eun’s angry gesture again. “Eun, it’s not like I wouldn’t want to have a great time. It’s just - it’s so embarrasing. Please, Eun. Could we leave out the crowling this time?” Kyun was tugging on the nippleclamps nervously, trying to make a deal with his 'boyfriend’. “No, we can’t. Either you crowl or get out,” the older male growled. /Either you crowl or get out./ His words echoed through Kyun’s head. Tears threatened to start falling from his eyes when he lowered his head and whispered, “Okay.” He didn’t get to see Eun’s cruel, victorious smirk because he turned around on his heel and marched back into the bathroom. He quickly took off the collar and the rest of the leather, put his clothes back on and without giving surprised duckboy a second gaze he headed straight to the door. “Bye,” he muttered before the left, leaving his shoes behind. Be’s have to bend down to get them.
((It took a lot to not call Eun X all the rude nicknames I gifted him with~ if he thinks he can treat my son-in-law like this he’s dead wrong! 😤))
Back at his own appartment he wrapped himself into a blanket and cried. He did the right thing, didn’t he? He had the same right to decide what they were going to do and what he was going to wear as Eun. He should get to decide too…
{Sigfried raised his hand with a small shiny object. “Hey, Kyun. I got keys from the gym. Would you like to have a little 'fight’ in the ring? I’m sure it’d bring me luck in the tomorrow’s match!”} {He had Sigfried’s hands on his hips, and his back and butt were freezing due to the cold surface he was sitting on. The boxer’s golden stubble was tickling him on his chest, just like his sweet whispers. “Hnnn… you look delishious sitting on the kitchen counter like this… want to take it to the table or are we going to eat in bed?”} {They lied side by side, Sigfried’s lips ruffled his hair softly. “Want to go to the bathroom first?”}
…it should be okay for him decline if he didn’t feel like doing things…
{His cheeks turned bright red. “No way we’re doing it in the ring, Sigfried!”} {He laughed at Sigfried’s pretended defeat and squeezed the man more with his thighs. “Well, mister Defeated,” he giggled, “it’s time for me to decide about your fate, isn’t it?” “Oh, have mercy, Kyun the Gorgeous,” Sig pleaded jokily, waiting in anticipation what Kyun had in mind. Once he saw it though, all the playfullness was gone. “Hou hou hou, hold your horses. What’s that?” His fingers wrapped around Kyun’s wrists. “A blindfold,” the Korean said, surprised by the sudden shift of mood. “I thought…” “No. I’m sorry but…” his lover’s words traced off and he chuckled nervously, “I don’t have good experience with it.” Kyun watched his lover’s serious face for several moments. “Okay.” He put the blindfold away, cupped Sigfried’s cheeks in his hands and kissed his lips.}
…and shouldn’t Eun respect his wishes, too? Shouldn’t they compromise?
{“Ahnn… how about the washing machine?” he moaned out. Both table and the bed sounded as fine as hell but he was in mood to spice things up. “A washing machine it is, then,” Sigfried chuckled and lifted him like a child to carry him to the destination.} {“What about a transparent blindfold? Would you mind?” “Kyun, please…”} {“Please, Kyun. I would l'ke to see it.” His fingers brushed against his temple as he tucked few strands of Korean’s dyed hair behind his ear. “Just one and then we’ll do whatever you wish.” Kyun sighed and leaned his forehead against his lover’s thick, bullheaded skull. “Okay. One video. But only one and only once, okay?!”}
His mind was getting flooded with memories of the time when he was Sigfried’s lover. Where were those addictive lips? Where were all the sweet nicknames and words of appreciation? Where were those hands that seemed to grasp his body perfectly? Were were the blue eyes, where was the mischevious smirk?
{“Hello, Kyun!”} {“Hello, Kyun.”} {“Hello… Kyun ;))”} {Wearing only a towel around his waist, Sigfried crowled across the bed towards chuckling Kyun. “Roawr,” he growled playfully and tackled his lover who was all weak from laughing so hard.} {“Oh god, sorry! Sorry! Are you okay?!” the blonde god-like gigant apologised frantically, kneeling next to him. “I’m fine…” he grunted, rubbing his ribs. “When I tell you to drop him I mean put him down slowly, you oversized gorilla!” the choreographer smacked the top of Sigfried’s blonde head. “Not to smash him to the ground! This is a chapel of arts! Not your wrestling playground! Kyun, get up so that he can try again.”} {Playboy…} {“Are you free today after practice?”} {“Your right hand goes up like this…” Sigfried’s breath brushed against his nape and he held back a moan.} {“How much sugar again?”}
Kyun wasn’t crying because of Eun anymore. He was crying for Sigfried. He needed him. He needed to hear he was a great guy, a cutie, a splendid cook, that he did a right thing when he refused to crowl on all four like a dog. Sigfried… He untangled himself out of the blanket and nearly tripped as he dived for his phone. He got a new one from the company, and Sigfried’s number has been inactive ever since, but he needed to hear his voice. Dialing… Dialing… The number you are calling is out of reach. Disappointed, Kyun put the device away. Sigfried… His eyes fell on the guitar case in the corner of his room.
{“Good luck, Kyun,” the blonde said with a smile and hugged his lover so tightly he nearly broke all the bones in his body. “Good luck to you too, Sigfried,” Kyun smiled back and pecked his lips. “Let me know how the tournament ended, okay? I expect no less than the first place from my champion,” he teased. Sigfried laughed, oh god, his laughter. “Sure, I’ll let you kiss my gold,” he grinned. “You text me when you get to the hotel, all right? And…” he took off the case he had on his shoulder. Kyun thought he had the guitar along to take it to some instrument-garage and have it fixed and polished after he, Kyun, played it so lamely. “…it’s dangerous to go alone. Take this.” The Korean stared at him in awe. “But Sigfried! It’s yours! Are you sure you want to give it to me?” he exclaimed, not taking the instrument yet. “Yeah,” Sig chuckled, “I am. It would only lie in my wardrobe again. You have a better use of it. Guitars were made to make their owners irresistable; and that might come in handy, right? Sway all the fangirls off their feet.” “And what about you? Aren’t you going to need it?” Kyun asked, unknowingly worried that Sigfried would find himself a new lover after he leaves. The smile on the man’s lips erased all his doubts. “I’m already kneeling by a man’s feet myself, Kyun. I have no need to make others sway.”}
That was a confession, wasn’t it? One of many confessions of love they have exchanged. So why… why was the man gone and his guitar the only thing that remained in his life?
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And then they meet again! http://rice-and-radish.tumblr.com/post/150078582111/the-joy-of-singing-ik101
…And we get a piece of what Sigfried had been doing while Kyun wasn’t around. http://rice-and-radish.tumblr.com/post/150444539826/the-lions-heart