{KyuMin} Language Problems

Language Problems

Ok, Cho KyuHyun… Focus! Just focus!


That sentence kept repeating in my head the whole two hours the interview lasted. It was the first time I had such a hard time concentrating. I mean, I was a professional singer, I was used to these kinds of things: foreign country, different language, interpreter at my back translating everything that was being talked about, you name it.


But this time something was different and I felt it from the moment I was in the waiting room, being introduced to my going-to-be interpreter…


The room was not that big but it was comfortable. The walls were painted light blue; there were two sofas and a little table in the center of the room. On one of the corners there was a mini bar and beside it, there was a door that led to the bathroom.

I was on the couch trying to catch some much needed sleep when the door to the room opened and my manager came in accompanied by some other person.


I stood up, mainly as a reflex and the two of them approached me.


“Kyuhyun, he’ll be your interpreter today” said manager Jung and at the mention of his name, the man bowed a little.


“Nice to meet you. My name is Lee Sungmin. I hope everything goes well today”, greeted the man in front of me.


I mirrored him and after the introductions were over, I went back to my place on the couch while they engaged themselves in a conversation. I wasn’t much of a people’s person and I was really tired so I didn’t even try to join them.


Unfortunately, sleep wouldn’t come and I caught myself thinking that there was something about that interpreter that bothered me and had me stealing glances at him. I couldn’t put my finger on it though.


Yes, he was very pretty, but I was used to meeting beautiful people… I was a singer. But that was not it and I couldn’t help examining him. He was short, had deep brown eyes, short, jet black hair and fair skin. He had delicate features, so much so that, if he hadn’t been wearing a suit, I would have mistaken him for a girl. A really beautiful one at that.


I had been so into my thoughts that I hadn’t realized my manager had left and SungMin had taken a seat next to me on the couch and was talking to me.


“Sorry but… don’t you think it would be nice that we got to know a little bit about one another?”, said the short one with a kind smile.


And at that moment was when I realized what was about him that had caught my attention.


His lips.


They were like no others I had seen before. His upper lip was fuller than his bottom lip, most of all at its center, which made them heart-shaped, and they were pink, and looked so soft…


“KyuHyun …?”


“Oh, yeah, you’re right”, was the only thing I could answer.


We talked mainly about things that were going to appear during the interview, like my achievements, some awards I had won, my voice, albums, etc., and not for one second was I able to tear my eyes from his lips. They put some kind of spell on you, and as much as I hated to admit, they were sexy as hell.


Yeah, I found some guy’s lips to be sexy. Sue me.


Fortunately, my manager arrived just in time to prevent me from having any other crazy thought that later I was sure to regret. He told us that the show was about to start and that we should get going to the set. I grabbed my jacket and followed them.

The set was built to resemble a bar. The floor had black tiles and there were some tables and chairs scattered around. At my right, there was this huge mahogany bar table and behind it you could see all kinds of colorful bottles. The lightening was dim, giving it a cozy feeling.


The host approached me and we greeted each other before taking a seat, each on a stool close to the bar table. Sungmin stood behind me so that he could translate to me and the interview started.


The host stared at the cameras and presented the show, and with my almost inexistent knowledge of Spanish language, the only thing I understood was “Bienvenidos”.


Well, if I had known what was coming my way, I would have preferred to remain ignorant to what the host was saying because Sungmin had leaned forward and had started whispering in my ear. I could feel his hot breath grazing my skin and a shiver ran through my spine.


How was that happening? I was the calm and composed singer Cho Kyuhyun! How could someone I barely knew make me feel that way? And a man at that! But… he was fucking whispering in my ear, and only the thought of that coming out of those pink, heart-shaped lips was driving me mad.


And again the thoughts that ran along the line of “nice-lips-I-wonder-if-they-are-as-yummy-as-they-look” were pushed to the back of my mind.


At that moment was the first time the phrase appeared in my mind.


Ok, Cho Kyuhyun… Focus! Just focus!


And, with a little bit of effort, I managed to concentrate on the thing at hand: the interview and what it meant to be the first Korean star invited to that famous Latin-American show.


Not that I stopped feeling his lips close to my ears, so much that I wanted to turn around and just stare at them, but I was relatively fine… until it was my turn to answer and Sungmin’s to translate into Spanish.


When the first word left his lips, my head shot to my left, my eyes wide open and my throat dry. I stared at him in shock. I couldn’t help it at all and I mentally kicked myself for the lack of self control.


I had always thought Spanish to be a somewhat sexy language, but that translator gave a whole new meaning to that. It was sexy, it was hot, and it was freaking turning me on!


Believe me, if I could have blocked all the not-so-pure thoughts that were flooding my mind I would have. If I could have just stopped feeling the heat in me rise with every syllable that escaped his mouth, every movement of his lips and every flick of his tongue, I’d have been happy to…


But no, there was no way. I tried really hard but to no avail. It was as if I had lost myself in some kind of crazy mist that numbed my senses and better judgment. And it was his entire fault.



After the interview (which to my mind had lasted at least five hours, and of which I remembered little) was over, we spoke our goodbyes and thank yous and left the set to go back to the waiting room.


Once there I went to the mini bar and poured myself a glass of water. My throat had been screaming for it even thought I had emptied at least six glasses during my ordeal —I mean interview.


I had calmed down a little. I no longer had him whispering sexily in my ear anymore and I was really thankful for that and expected for things to continue that way.


But life was a bitch, and so was my manager, because he had left us all alone in the room to go fetch the car and finish arranging some things with the producers of the show. Just my luck!


The moment my –now much hated- manager had closed the door behind him, Sungmin turned to me with a smile… on his oh-so-pretty lips. He walked up to me and started talking.


Goodbye to my trying to stay away and hope for him to stay quiet and welcome cold sweat and dirty thoughts I never knew could enter my mind, I thought.


“I would say that ran smoothly, don’t you think?” said the devil with a happy expression.


“Yeah…”



My ass!, I thought. I could barely recall what was that I talked about. I wouldn’t even be surprised if later I saw myself on the show talking about how I liked stuffed, pink bunnies. But, of course, I couldn’t say that to him.


After replying, I turned around and took a seat on the couch to try to stop the conversation and hint to him that I didn’t want to talk anymore.


Non taken.


He flopped himself beside me. Too close for comfort. “It really is a great feeling when things turn out okay”, he said, again that smile stretching those pink lips.


Did he know the effect he had on me? Because it really looked like he was doing it on purpose. Like the way he was licking his lips that very moment. Was it really necessary? And since when did I have a lips fetish?! I really needed to get the hell away from him… and fast.


I could only nod at his statement as I got up to take my jacket off (was it me or the room was getting hotter?). I walked up to the mini bar, poured myself yet another glass of water and when I took the first sip I felt that familiar sensation of someone at my back, hot breath on my ear and words being spoken.


“Agua…”


I almost choked on my water and, while using my sleeve to clean the liquid that refused to stay in my mouth off the corners of it, I turned to look at him over my shoulder.


There he was, all smiles while I had a freaking war videogame playing inside of me. I could even name it, Instincts vs. Reason – Reloaded, and I sensed that Reason was being beaten to a pulp by a very, very eager Instinct.


“Wh-what did you say…?”, was my dumb and masochistic question.


I had turned completely around and was facing him, glass still in hand and mouth still dripping water.


He took a step closer to me and caught a drop of water that was still on the corner of my mouth and showed it to me. “That’s how you say ‘water’ in Spanish”, and before I could stop him he repeated the lips motion and said, “… agua”.


And that did it.


Instinct threw Reason out of the window and it was game over when he said that word, lips parting first to let out the first syllable and then contracting at the second sound, only to part them again. My body moved on its own account and I saw myself kissing him senseless.


My hands had grabbed the sides of his face and, before he had time to even breathe, I crashed my mouth onto his.

And it was pure bliss.


My fingers were buried into his black, silken locks, keeping him close to me. His lips and face were as soft as I had imagined and his scent was overwhelming my senses.


I could feel his hands pressed again my chest in a vain attempt to push me away, but I wouldn’t let that happen. I hadn’t realized, but I had been craving for his lips since the moment I saw him, so there was no way in hell I was going to stop until I had enough.


The moment the caressing between lips was not cutting it for me, I licked and bit softly on his bottom lip. Sungmin let out a small gasp and I took my chance and slipped my tongue into his mouth.


What does Heaven taste like?


I really didn’t know, but while I had my tongue savoring every inch of Sungmin’s mouth, it occurred to me that maybe that was the closest I would get to tasting Heaven.


It was sweet. Addictingly sweet.


Somewhere in between, Sungmin had stopped resisting and had, in fact, started to correspond to the kiss. I used my thumbs to caress his cheeks while playing with his soft hair with the rest of my fingers.


The short lived, passionate moment ended when air became a necessity for both of us.


I separated my lips from his without letting go of his face. Our breaths were elaborated and his eyes were hazy.


We stood like that for a few second and I could feel my own chest going up and down trying to catch my breath. Suddenly, I saw some reaction from him.


His eyes started getting bigger as he blushed bright red. I could only think of one word to describe him with: cute.  He looked like a lost and embarrassed kitten.


And this particular kitten had sharp and long nails; I confirmed it when his palm collided with my face in a very painful manner.

I turned to him, rubbing the sore spot on my face where I was sure a mark would appear later —yes, he had hit me that hard—, but against all odds, I really didn’t mind it that much. That kiss was totally worth it and the slap also made me realize that it wasn’t some spur of the moment thing.


I still wanted more of him. I had gone insane and no, I didn’t give a damn.


Yes, he was a man and that did bother me a bit (and by the looks of it, it bothered him too), but I still wanted him and, without meaning to sound obnoxious, what Kyuhyun wants, Kyuhyun gets.


I smiled and he eyed me suspiciously, as if ready to beat me up if I dared do something again, which was not such a bad idea, but I refrained myself. How much time were we going to be promoting my album in this foreign country? A couple of months? And I was sure he had signed a contract with us for as long as we stayed here, so I had plenty of time to make him change his mind.


At that very moment, manager Jung came into the room saying everything was ready and that we could leave. He then exited the room followed closely by Sungmin who didn’t even spare me a glance. I watched them disappear through the door.

I grabbed my jacket that lay forgotten on the couch and went out with one sentence escaping my lips.


“Nice ass by the way.”

Fin.