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Shades (SIX)

Title: Shades
Pairing: KyuMin
Genre: Angst, Romance, Friendship, Dark, Smut, Yaoi, AU
Rating: R
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and the plot. This is inspired by the novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey'
Warning: boy-to-boy relationships, language
Summary: Behind every beautiful face lie very dark secrets.

Previous Chapters:
Prologue 1 2 3 4 5

Err… this will be a long chapter.


Kyuhyun jumps off the helicopter rather gracefully, or maybe it is just me who thought of it like that. Anyways, I unbuckle the harness, shortly wondering again why he said he likes that one, and then I make my way to get out.

Our fun and breathtaking trip to Busan lasted in about less than an hour unlike the normal long hours of travel. I spent those minutes by admiring the gorgeous pilot beside me. I knew he had expensive hobbies, but I never thought that he could fly a helicopter… having a helipad on the top of your house is actually more surprising. What would I expect? He can buy everything he wants… because he can.

“Don’t worry, Sungmin, you’re safe with me. Well, while we’re flying.”

I recall that obviously seductive line he said earlier before taking off. There is a hidden meaning to it. Still, it never failed to make my heart flutter.

Aside from that, he also mentioned that I am the first person he ever allowed riding the helicopter with him. That must mean that I am somewhat special, right? From now on, I promise to let Kyuhyun experience lots of firsts with me. Oh, and that weird symbol on this helicopter? He said that it is from his favorite computer game, and he even has that thing on his car. Oh such a kid.

I am about to jump, but Kyuhyun holds out a hand to me, flashing me those forever enticing pearly whites of his. However, the childish glint on his eyes was missing, and I sort of find nervousness and fear on it.

I pout and throw him a soft glare. “Not a girl, Kyuhyun. Not a girl.”

As usual, he chuckles and didn’t pull his hand away. I roll my eyes before holding it; electricity immediately flows through my veins at the contact of just our hands.

“Good girl,” he teasingly remarks whilst he helps me get down from the helicopter. I scowl at him to tell him that I might look girly, but I can be dangerous if I want to. But then, because he is a kid, he just grins at me as if he didn’t get it.

“Remember, you don’t have to do what you don’t want.” His expression suddenly turns to a serious one. I nod; I always do what I want. It then hit me that I might end up doing everything for him. That is Cho Kyuhyun’s effect on me.

Soon, we ride an elevator which is walled with mirrors. I use that time to stare at Kyuhyun’s reflection on the glasses, my gaze stopping at the image of our hands tightly locked with each other. I find it romantic.

He presses some kind of a pass code on a digital screen above the floor buttons, and then the door opens, the elegant sight of the receiving area welcomes us. Almost everything here is black and white, with hints of silver. It reflects Kyuhyun’s simple, yet shady personality.

There is a U-shaped white couch facing the right and a wooden coffee table is placed on the center, a vase of white tulips is perched on it. One thing that awed me is that large silver chandelier bringing light and life to this austere place.

On our left there the kitchen is positioned, beside it is the dining room, having sliding glass as its door. At the right corner of the receiving area, I see a black grand piano. I knew he plays the piano. There is another hallway on the right side leading us to where the bedrooms probably are.

Seeing how organized the place is – including the positioning of the abstract paintings and stainless steel sculptures – this is definitely Kyuhyun’s house. But then, isn’t Busan too far from Seoul?

“I go to the headquarters in Seoul only twice a week, if you’re curious. The main quarters is located here in Busan,” I widen my eyes. Is mind-reading also a part of his abilities? “And yes, I travel through Charlie Echo.” Rich bastard. His name should be Richie Rich.

He then leads me to the kitchen with a smirk plastered on his face. Damn it, he really loves teasing me.

He browses through his, another, collection of wines, firmly wrapping his slender fingers on the neck of the bottle he chose. I wonder how would those fingers feel around my-

“Wine?” He breaks my erotic trance. I blush.


While he is pouring wine on the goblets, I busy myself on guessing how much the furniture here costs. I estimate that they’re no lower than a million won. What am I doing in this kind of place?

“Here.” He hands me a glass of wine and leans comfortably on the white island counter. I watch him as he twirls the glass near his nose, inhaling the scent the wine gives off. His eyes are closed, lost in his own world.

How I wish I could enter in it.

“Hungry?” I shake my head. I don’t have the appetite.

“Why do you always ask me if I ate already or not?”

“Let’s say that I have this goal to feed everyone. Let’s face it; not all of us are privileged to consume whatever we want due to lack of money. I hate it when people waste food when there are less fortunate people who would kill just to fill their empty stomachs.” Okay, I’m affected. Is he talking based on experience?

To clear the forlorn atmosphere, I try lightening it up. “You have lots of money. Use it on your ‘feed the world’ program.” Thankfully, he laughs.

“By the way, why did you bring me here again?” His eyes turned darker. I bite my lip. He groans. I’m kind of used to that routine.

“Geez, Sungmin, please stop biting your lip. It’s very distracting,” Until now, I don’t get why he tells me that. “Sit at the couch. I’ll be back.”

I comply with what he ordered, watching his back retreating to the slightly dark corridor. He returns after two minutes with a paper on his hand. Sitting next to me, he lays it on the table, his fingers fiddling with the fountain pen.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“That is a nondisclosure agreement. My lawyer insists on it.” There is a hint of annoyance in his tone, and I see him rubbing his nape – a sign of discomfort on him.

Though I am finding him adorable right now, I focus my attention on this paper. “What for?”

“You cannot disclose anything about us to anyone.”

I nod. “Okay. I’ll sign.” I grab the pen from him, but he abruptly snatches it away, his expression unreadable. What is his problem? I stare at him in confusion.

“You didn’t even read it yet!”

“Why do I have to?”

He ruffles his hair rather harshly. I purse my lips to prevent laughter erupting from my mouth. “Sungmin, you have to read everything before you sign!”

I slightly narrow my eyes at him. “Kyuhyun, even without this signing thingy, I really won’t tell anyone about us. Not even to Donghae. There really isn’t a need for this, but since your lawyer insists, I will sign.”

He sighs. “Fair point well made, Mr. Lee.” I grin triumphantly at him as I receive the pen from him before signing. Seriously, he needs to stop calling me Mr. Lee.

I then give him the paper and the pen back, my confidence level surprisingly goes up. “So, does this mean that we’re going to make love tonight, Kyuhyun?” Holy… did I just say that?! What has gotten into me recently? Is it because of the wine? Okay, I admit. I get tipsy by just drinking wine. Still…!

He smirks at me.

“No, we won’t. Besides, I don’t make love, Sungmin. I fuck. Hard,”

I gulp. I ignore that he doesn’t make love part ‘cos the last part is… I don’t know… hot? Fuck, that really sounds hot especially that it came from him! Shit.

“Come on, I’ll show you my playroom and then I will explain everything to you before you decide on anything.”

“Playroom? We’ll play Starcraft?” I say as I stand up to follow him walk through the corridor.

His face remains blank. “No, Sungmin. We won’t play Starcraft because I know you suck at it,” I pout. How dare he say that. Game freak. “Don’t pout too.”

At the end of the corridor, there is a wooden door where another staircase made of wood is behind it. It only has a few flights of stairs and then we reach a large room, a complete opposite of what I first saw earlier.

Without a word, I step to explore more of this old vintage-themed room. Smells of leather and wood mix in my nose, and it gives me chills. The floor and walls are made of wood, the soft lighting made it have a romantic aura once you’re in.

Then, I see rows of varied sizes of whips, chains, and ropes hanging on the walls. Also, I get to notice a big red X mark on the wall in front of the door. I wonder what it’s for. To some people, this will firstly look like a room made to torture a criminal or a captive, but then I am sure I see toys and equipments used during sex. I am not entirely knowledgeable on what those are called and how those are used, but I know it is to intensify sexual desires. I’ve read it once on an article on the net.

Finally, an odd king-sized bed is at the center. No pillow, no bedding, just a mattress covered by a red cloth.

That’s when I realize; was I just planning on entering a relationship with someone who is a sadist? Will he hurt me? Well, not without my consent.

“Ask. You signed the NDA, remember?” I almost jerk when I heard his voice. How to start…

“D-Do you do this to… people?”

He sighs, more like out of relief. His lips form a slight smirk. “I do this to people who want me to.”

Okay…? “Men and women?”

He nods once. “Men and women.”

I frown. “I thought you’re gay?”

“I’m a bi, to be exact, Sungmin.”

I bite my lower lip, and as expected, he glares at me. “If you have volunteers, why choose me?”

He rakes his fingers on his hair and lets out a soft groan. “It’s because I want to do it with you, so fucking much.”

Oh my god, Cho Kyuhyun just said that he wants to do it with me!

My gaze darts to the where the whips are, and the thought that he likes hurting men and women depresses me.

“Are you a sadist?”

“I’m a Dominant.”

“What’s the difference?” I raise an eyebrow.

“A sadist does his thing rather forcefully, while as a Dominant, I want you to surrender yourself to me completely.”

“And why would I do that?”

“To pleasure me.” He wants me to pleasure him!

“But… how?”

“Can we not talk about it here? Let’s go to another place.” Not waiting for any reply from me, he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the playroom. As we reach out of there, he leads me to a balcony nearby, the chilly wind instantly brushes on my cheeks. That’s when I notice that the building is actually located at the seaside.

He places a folder on the round glass table, staring at me intensely. “Those are my rules for you to comply. If you make a mistake, I’ll punish you, but if you did something good, I’ll reward you.”

I just look at the inanimate object. “Are you going to hurt me? Physically?” I can’t look at him in the eye. So this was what he meant that I might not want to see him again.

“If needed, yes.”

Finally, I get the courage to look at his gray orbs, the frustration I feel is getting obvious on my tone. “What would I get from… from all of these?”


That took me off guard. It is just a word, yet it made me have lots of mixed emotions.

“H-How many… have gone through… this?”

“Six.” I cock an eyebrow. I think that’s already many for his age. He’s just twenty-one, for god’s sake!

And so, I flip the folder open and start reading what was written.

The Submissive will obey any instructions given by the Dominant without hesitation or reservation and in an expeditious manner, especially regarding sexual activity.
The Submissive will ensure he/she achieves a minimum of seven hours sleep a night when he/she is not with the Dominant.
The Submissive will eat regularly to maintain his/her health and well-being from a prescribed list of foods.
The Submissive will wear clothing only those approved by the Dominant. The Dominant will provide a clothing budget for the Submissive and shall accompany the Submissive to purchase clothing.
The Dominant shall provide the Submissive with a personal trainer four times a week in an hour-long sessions at times.
Personal Hygiene/Beauty:
The Submissive will visit a beauty salon of the Dominant’s choosing at times to be decided by the Dominant, and undergo whatever treatments the Dominant sees proper.
Personal Safety:
The Submissive will not drink alcoholic beverages without the Dominant, smoke, take drugs, or put himself/herself in any unnecessary danger.
*The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relationships with anyone other than the Dominant.

*The Submissive will be respectful and modest at all times.
*He/She shall be held accountable for any wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not with the Dominant.
*Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, which is to be determined by the Dominant.

Hard Limits
No fire play
No involving urination or defecation and the products thereof
No involving needles, knives, piercing, or blood
No involving gynecological medical instruments
No leaving any permanent marks on the skin
No involving breath control

What is this fuckery. This is… absurd.

“What are these hard limits? Do you really have to write these all?” I scrunch my nose.

“What you won’t do and what I won’t do. That would be specified.”

“I don’t think I would like this clothes part.”

He glares at me. He may look intimidating, but the way the moon shines as his background made him more beautiful. “I want to buy clothes for you.”


“Because I can. You’ll be accompanying me to functions so you need to be presentable. Just think of this a… uniform.” Uniform it is, then.

“For the exercise, I still do practice martial arts, so there’s no need. And I don’t want to exercise four times a week.” I pout.

“I’ll hire a trainer,” Why didn’t my aegyo work on him this time? “And no, you will exercise four times a week.”



“I thought this is a negotiation?”

To my delight, he chuckles lightly. “Fine. Another point well made, Mr. Lee.”

“Oh, another thing,” he gives me a puzzled look. “Call me hyung, and I want to call you by your first name.” A soft gasp comes from his mouth, and for a moment, he looks like he’s deliberating over this. In the end, he nods and sighs in surrender. I try not to grin.

“Do you want to add anything else?” It’s a good thing that he’s not that mad.

“Hmm, no. I don’t know anything about this.” I admit.

“What do you mean?”

I blush as I fiddle with my fingers. Looking down, I almost whispered, “I don’t know anything about sex. I don’t even have any experience.”

“You’re a virgin?” He asks, shocked. I nod, flushing.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me earlier?!” he growls as he stands up and pulls, no, drags me inside.


-Unbetaed. Again. Hehe
-The rules were the same from the book. Just paraphrased it :)
-I guess you all know what’s in for the next chapter. xD

Tags: character:kyuhyun, character:sungmin, fic:shades, genre:angst, length:chaptered, pairing:kyumin
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