Title: The difficulty of Kyu & Mi ( or how many people it takes for QMi to happen )
Characters: Everyone!Mi but eventually QMi
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 3.383
Summary: Zhou Mi has long found out that he doesn’t fall for a specific gender, he falls for people.
A/N: I started this weeks ago with the intention of writing something nice for my two friends who like QMi, but then there was literally EVERY Mi pairing my mind could come up with involved and right as I got to the part where there was supposed to be QMi, I blanked out. So much later I watched several sets of QMi pics and vids and finally this came rolling out, more words of QMi than all the other pairings involved. All for you, Frances & Krisy. ♥
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Characters
Zhou Mi; because he’s what it’s (almost) all about
Heechul; because he made his way into this story even before I had an idea for it
Donghae; BECAUSE DUDE WHY THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN IN HERE >:(
Hyukjae; because HyukMi is one of the most awkwardly cute things ever
Kyuhyun; because YES THERE’S QMI IT’S REALLY ACTUALLY THERE!!!
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Zhou Mi has long found out that he doesn’t fall for a specific gender, he falls for people. It doesn’t matter whether they are tall or short, boy or girl, blond or brown. He merely expects some conversational abilities at least and some kind of emotional understanding. Because he does have a lot of emotions and he needs someone to understand them. And even though he has amazing friends, most of them would never understand the complexity of his inner self.
But actually, if he is completely honest to himself, he mostly falls for good kissers. He loves kissing; lips touching, tongues sneaking, hands wandering. He likes the way the others would lean in, succumb to his touches, melt against his body as he coaxes them with gentle conviction. There isn’t the least bit of embarrassment in him when admitting that the moment the other one would give in to him was one of the moments he loves most.
In the end he realises, though, that he has somehow always expected to end up with a girl; society and the likes. He isn’t up for being judged for the rest of his life. Because no matter what his parents said about supporting him, he’d never forget the look on their faces when he first told them he liked guys too. Not necessarily the fact that he liked guys made them look like that, but the way he said ‘too,’ as if having interest in both genders was the same as telling them he had slept with every person he had met so far.
Which wasn’t true at the time, by the way, not that they were interested, but he wasn’t really up for going past kissing yet back then. At least not with anyone he had met so far. Kissing boys was quite the same as kissing girls. What came after that was vastly different and he wasn’t too sure yet if he wanted to find out exactly HOW different (and which one of the two would appeal to him more). New things were always strange to begin with.
Like the first time he actually kissed a boy. He still remembered that day as if it was just yesterday, Heechul walking up to him and kissing him full on the mouth. And he had responded, surprisingly, he’s pretty sure that the other had not actually expected him to do so either. But the two of them dating because of it was even less expected.
They matched well, though; Heechul’s eccentricity and his patience leveled each other out nicely. Everyone called them a dream pair, Zhou Mi the only one able to handle Heechul’s weird moodswings and unexpected ideas, Heechul the only one to understand Zhou Mi’s eye for fashion. They had love between them, and trust, two of the most important things in relationships, and Heechul was a great kisser, honestly, when he put some effort into it.
But it wasn’t meant to last, that much was clear. They didn’t lack love or trust, and so Heechul trusted Zhou Mi enough to tell him he had fallen in love with someone else. And Zhou Mi loved Heechul enough to find that someone and make the two of them end up together. A week later he no longer had a boyfriend, but he had a very close friend who was intensely happy with his new love.
Since then there had been several, boys and girls alike, who had won his heart, but none of them lasted forever. Five months, nine months, a year, two weeks (she cheated on him),... He grew throughout those relationships, as a boyfriend and as a person, but he never managed to not get tired of them. He told himself it was because nothing ever happened in his life, he knew it was because he had dated Heechul and after that, everyone became normal and boring.
It was several years after his little romance with Heechul when he met Donghae. Happy, childlike, genuine Donghae. Also straighter than a straight line, sadly, or he would’ve taken his chances with the boy. They got along well, Donghae accepted everyone just the way they came and Zhou Mi found the other too endearing to get annoyed by anyway. Despite Heechul telling him several times to just kiss the guy and get it over with, Zhou Mi never did, respecting Donghae’s choices. Besides, they were more of brothers than lovers anyway.
But apparently Donghae was smarter than he looked, however, because one day the younger pulled him along to go meet someone. He was dragged into some dance class where a blond guy was dancing to some upbeat music, limbs moving so fluently as if dancing was the same as breathing. It made Zhou Mi’s heart skip a beat and he wasn’t able to take his eyes away from the guy for the rest of the song.
His name was Hyukjae, Donghae said, a friend - cousin? acquaintance? brother? He didn’t really catch the rest anymore as Hyukjae stopped dancing right then and walked up to them, flashing one of the cutest gummy smiles ever Zhou Mi’s way. A wave, an introduction by Donghae and some awkward mumbling later, Donghae left the two of them alone to get to know each other.
Hyukjae turned out to be every bit the contradiction Donghae was, childlike yet wise, happy yet thoughtful, making rash comments one moment then blushing shyly as Zhou Mi complimented him. Hyukjae was adorable and Zhou Mi wanted to pocket him forever. Hyukjae was also not as straight as Donghae, so he it was way easier to walk up to him one day and kiss him.
It was all awkward and his legs were too long while Hyukjae was too short, their noses bumped, Hyukjae managed to bite his lip somehow and they ended up stumbling down into a mess of tangled limbs on the floor, giggling uncontrollably over their own clumsiness. But Hyukjae was a good kisser and a great dancer and every time he looked at him, Zhou Mi found his heart skipping a beat.
They lasted a good five months of awkward kisses, cute shyness and comfortable cuddling on the couch before his heart got tired of skipping. He settled into the relationship nicely and he loved Hyukjae, but that was about it. Hyukjae still made him laugh and he still was a good kisser and a great dancer, but he was pretty sure they both felt that it wasn’t meant to be. That was proven to him when he opened the door one evening to a fidgeting - possibly drunk? - Hyukjae, telling him in between a million apologies that he didn’t think they’d work out.
So he went from there, two ex-boyfriend best friends now, one happily together with his new love still, the other happily together with his...dancing. He also still had Donghae - good friend, trying to hook him up with every cute guy and girl he saw - and a few female friends that tried to find him real happiness while they treated him as their gay best friend for life. He wasn’t particularly sure how to feel about that title - he was bi, not just gay - but it amused him how they all did their best to make him happy.
Relationships, however, didn’t seem to be his kind of thing. Judging from the way he stumbled from one failed lover to the next in the passing years he didn’t really know anymore whether he’d end up with a girl in the end or just completely alone. He was moving through his twenties way too fast to be comfortable and the way the big thirty doomed closer wasn’t helping him feel any better about his chances either. Especially not with all of his friends gathering together to plan a huge birthday party just to remind him how old thirty actually was.
And that’s probably where this story really starts, some twelve years after his first kiss with a guy. In a huge hall draped with birthday decorations and colours - way too many colours to be healthy, really - when he reached out to grab a glass of champagne to drink away his worries, but caught a hand instead, with long fingers that curled around his naturally as he turned around in surprise to see who he had grabbed hold of.
“Hello,” a smooth voice had told him, and it was a little like he heard someone speak for the first time. “You’re the birthday boy, right? Or well, I should say man.” It also was a little like speaking for the first time when he clumsily tried to shove some words out of his mouth that really never made it further than his throat.
“H-hi... yes... hello... hi!” He ended with a grin that was probably ninety percent stupid and ten percent retarded, before quickly letting go of the hand he was still holding.
“Thirty...” the woman in front of him continued and he dumbly nodded. “Quite the important age. How does it feel, leaving behind the twenties?” He sent her a smile, probably a little bitter but he didn’t really care. Becoming thirty should allow him to be bitter, right?
“Feels a little like my face is full of wrinkles and I’ll need a walking stick soon from the way people talk about it,” he replied then, making a mental note that he had finally remembered how to talk. She laughed at his words, a sound that sparkled and clattered like a waterfall, but she looked so serene while doing it that it was hard to imagine said waterfall along with it.
“My name’s Ahra,” she introduced herself then - finallly - and he managed a polite nod. “Friend of a friend.”
“Zhou Mi, but you probably knew that already.”
A nod, a smile and then she took hold of two champagne glasses, reaching one out to him. “I assume this is what we both were looking for when we accidentally grabbed hold of each other?” she inquired. He could do nothing but nod, taking the glass and immediately gulping down half of it, not caring what that might look like to her.
“Actually I was also looking for you,” she continued when he lowered his glass again, the words making him look up at her, the question obvious in his expression. “Heechul invited me,” she started explaining then and perhaps that’s when the alarm bells should’ve started ringing in his head, but they didn’t. “Said I should come by, that you’re a nice kid. He’s usually right with these things, you know?”
He nodded, because Heechul’s always right and the fact that he told someone that he - Zhou Mi - is a nice kid, well that’s worth emptying the other half of that champagne glass for. Which he did. She watched with a smile as he put the glass on some waiter’s empty tray and then let the silence carry on a moment longer before putting her own glass down.
“Would you do me a favour?”
Perhaps he should’ve said no, but he didn’t. Instead he said maybe and asked what the favour was. He’s still unsure whether it was a good decision to comply to her request in the end, but it’s useless to start doubting now, because he’s already sitting in the restaurant, waiting for his ‘blind’ date to show up. Kyuhyun, twenty-eight, Ahra’s younger brother. She’d been trying to hook him up with a date for years now, but everyone he met with got rejected.
She had finally decided then that maybe, possibly, her brother wasn’t into the pretty ladies, and after discussing that with Heechul, they apparently thought it a good idea to use him - just turned thirty and desperate to not end up alone in life - to figure out whether Ahra’s hunch was right or not. He doesn’t know whether to be flattered to think he’s made for the job or insulted that they’re only using him in their benefit.
He doesn’t get much time to ponder about that, however, as suddenly the chair across from him is pulled back and he looks up into a pair of chocolate brown eyes that remind him of Ahra’s. Eyebrows are raised in surprise upon seeing his face and Kyuhyun - at least he assumes this is Kyuhyun, he’s about 99,9 percent sure - suddenly snorts, reaching out a hand then to shake his in greeting.
“So noona finally found out, huh?” The question rolls out of the younger man’s mouth in gentle, warm syllables that wrap around Zhou Mi’s ears and make a smile appear on his face even without his approval. “I’m Kyuhyun, but I assume she told you that already. You must be the newest attempt at hooking me up with someone. You look a lot better than the previous ones, I have to admit. Perhaps a little on the skinny side, though. Do you eat?”
He stares. There’s no other way to say it, no way to make it sound less blunt and stupid and rude. He stares with his mouth slightly agape, a completely blank look in his eyes and Kyuhyun’s hand still reached out to him, untouched. He snaps out of it when Kyuhyun starts to retract his hand, quickly reaching out then to take hold of it and shake it.
“Mi,” he introduces himself, honestly surprised that he still remembers his own name. “Zhou Mi. I eat, yes, a lot actually, but don’t tell my female friends. They all think I found the secret to staying slim.” He grins at his own joke, fearing for a heartbeat that he’s saying stupid things, but then Kyuhyun is grinning too and he knows that this is just right. “And your noona didn’t find out yet. She’s just suspecting. In fact, she asked me to have dinner with you just once to see if it was really the case.”
“Well it is. I hope you don’t mind.” It’s said with such genuine concern that he almost wants to walk around the table to wrap Kyuhyun in a big hug and tell him that ‘of course not, like guys all you want, you’re perfect.’ But he doesn’t. In fact, he suddenly realises he’s still holding Kyuhyun’s hand so he let’s go and awkwardly pics up his empty glass. It takes several seconds for him to notice there’s nothing to get out of an empty glass, so he puts it back down awkwardly.
“No, I don’t mind,” he finally finds the words to say, looking up at Kyuhyun then to see the younger is already going over the menu. “What are you doing?” he asks, but regrets it immediately after when Kyuhyun looks up at him with a frown that almost screams ‘are you stupid?’ right in his face.
“I’m picking my dinner, if that’s okay with you?” he replies then, seeming confident as he starts, but then growing more insecure as he continues. “Or was this all just planned to see my reaction? Are we supposed to leave again now that you know?” Kyuhyun glances around the restaurant for a moment, before giving him another pointed look and so he hurries to shake his head.
“No, no, it’s fine. Let’s uhh... Let’s eat, yeah,” he agrees, nodding a little as he picks up his own menu, opening it randomly and staring intently at that page for a full minute before realising he’s holding the thing upside down. He tries to be cool about it as he turns it around, but Kyuhyun’s not really paying attention anyway and it’s not like half the restaurant is staring at his every move. At least he hopes they’re not, because that would be embarrassing.
It goes from there, a little rough around the edges at the start, but once they both happen to order pasta the topic starter is set and everything just rolls about after that. Kyuhyun is nice table company, having a million-and-one stories to tell about everything and nothing - people at work, some guy on the street, his own clumsiness - and it makes Zhou Mi feel comfortable around the other.
They end up ordering desserts too, and coffee after that, finding the time passes by too fast as the evening goes on. It’s midnight when they leave the restaurant, and even then only because they kind of got kicked out - in a nice way. It’s comfortable to just start on a stroll in the general direction of what he assumes is Kyuhyun’s house. Five blocks and an infinite amount of turns further he realises that maybe they’re not really going anywhere. He doesn’t particularly mind.
In the end they do end up on a doorstep, his own to be more precise, because it’s getting close to three and Kyuhyun actually has work in the morning. Zhou Mi suddenly remembers there’s something like life and other people and oh yes, that report he said he’d write after dinner. It’s not that important anyway, if he thinks about it a little more, so he invites Kyuhyun in for another drink - if he wants of course.
Kyuhyun refuses, but it’s done in such a way that it’s obvious he actually wants to accept. Zhou Mi fumbles with his keys as Kyuhyun for once is the one trying to form decent sentences. In the end they both fall silent, just standing there looking at each other. Zhou Mi admires the way Kyuhyun’s dark eyes reflect the light coming from inside his apartment building and then looks a little more down to admire the other’s lips.
“Let’s just kiss,” he decides is a good thing to say at that moment and Kyuhyun laughs, lips parting slightly, teeth flashing, so much happiness bundled into one sound. He doesn’t wait for an answer as he leans in and does exactly what he said should be done. It’s awkward. It actually feels a little like Kyuhyun has never kissed before. And suddenly Zhou Mi knows how Heechul felt all those years ago when he kissed Zhou Mi and Zhou Mi kissed back, no second thoughts.
They make it past the door somehow, and the hallway, and the staircase, mouths glued together as Kyuhyun goes up the stairs first because he’s just that tiny bit less tall than him. It’s only one floor and then he’s pulling away, looking down at his keys to figure out which one he needs. Kyuhyun panting next to his ear is kind of distracting, but he finds the one he needs anyway and safely manages to get them inside.
He takes off his shoes, hangs up his jacket and tries to think of something to say. His mind is blank, however, much like Kyuhyun’s apparently, because when he looks up they’re just standing there looking at each other, both silent and not moving. He thinks over the past evening, reminds himself that he’s only known Kyuhyun for what? Six hours, maybe seven? and he realises he doesn’t give a damn.
“You know...” Kyuhyun breaks the silence then, straightening up a little and giving him a more conscious look. “I really don’t want another drink.” He grins at that and it’s such a goofy expression that Zhou Mi laughs at it, only making Kyuhyun’s grin turn into a pout that is so adorable he wants to take a picture right at that moment so he can look at it whenever he feels bad.
He’s not exactly sure how but they’re soon pressed together again, starting from their lips before everything follows, and he has Kyuhyun up against the wall too at some point, but it doesn’t really matter, because it’s not like they notice anyway. By the time they reach his bed they’re still wearing all their clothes surprisingly, and he hesitates at the edge, wondering if it would be too much in one day to go there.
Kyuhyun makes the decision for him, sticking one foot behind his leg as he pulls at his collar and as he feels himself toppling over, he lets go of the last restraints and falls, careless and willing, all the way, even though Kyuhyun’s actually quite bad at kissing - or at least, he’s had better.
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Friday, 2 September 2011
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
[FIC] What's in a name: Kyuhyun
Title: What's in a name: Kyuhyun
Characters: Kyuhyun
Rating: G
Wordcount: 463
Summary: Keeping yourself together was the most important part.
A/N: I wrote the first drabble (which was Leeteuk's) on the 8th of May and since then have gradually written the others as well. It is one drabble a member. There are no plotlines, this is basically my positive fangirl view on what goes on in their minds I guess, and I just really enjoyed writing these out, although it sometimes was a major battle.
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Keeping yourself together was the most important part.
You never knew when life would throw more crap at you, right? It would always throw unexpected things at your head and surprise you with more nonsense the day after. Even when once you thought everything was going fine, it would all just crush into nothingness again. For that reason, he had made it his talent to stay calm under any circumstances in order to be prepared when things would turn out to go wrong. So far, it had worked pretty well and there had been no failures in his theory yet.
Unless one counted in the car accident of course.. But he definitely had the right to lose himself there. After all, who wouldn’t be overly happy about waking up out of a coma? Okay, it had hurt a bit, yet he had at least been awake then. Although it had been even more painful to see the worry, the shock, the happiness and the disbelief on his fellow members’ faces. They had given off the impression of having expected him to never wake up again and it was obvious that, when he had woken up, it had shocked them senseless.
He hadn’t been in that much danger, right?
Yes, there had been some bruises and scratches, but in the end, he had been fine. It had only hurt a little here and there when he practiced too hard or when he forced himself to reach his goal. Apart from that, he had hardly felt a thing. Right.. Who was he kidding? It had hurt like hell. When he walked, it felt like he had broken every possible bone in his body. Sitting down was like putting your butt on a chair full of needles. Hell, even simply breathing without anything else caused him to feel like a thousand knives were stabbed in his lungs. He had felt pain with every step he had taken.
Utter and excruciating pain.
Nevertheless, he wasn’t someone to complain. Having the chance to be on a stage with his hyungs had been all he cared for. He had worked hard to achieve that and had felt endlessly proud whenever he sang together with them. It was like life was all the much better when they were together up on stage, when they overflowed the stage. That’s why it was hard to be only twelve. Even harder to be only eleven. But now that it had gotten down to ten.. Well, he could only be glad that he had learned how to keep his cool about things. All that mattered was that, in the end, the same fourteen people that cried for him before, would still cry for him again..and he loved the bunch of big babies for that.
Characters: Kyuhyun
Rating: G
Wordcount: 463
Summary: Keeping yourself together was the most important part.
A/N: I wrote the first drabble (which was Leeteuk's) on the 8th of May and since then have gradually written the others as well. It is one drabble a member. There are no plotlines, this is basically my positive fangirl view on what goes on in their minds I guess, and I just really enjoyed writing these out, although it sometimes was a major battle.
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Keeping yourself together was the most important part.
You never knew when life would throw more crap at you, right? It would always throw unexpected things at your head and surprise you with more nonsense the day after. Even when once you thought everything was going fine, it would all just crush into nothingness again. For that reason, he had made it his talent to stay calm under any circumstances in order to be prepared when things would turn out to go wrong. So far, it had worked pretty well and there had been no failures in his theory yet.
Unless one counted in the car accident of course.. But he definitely had the right to lose himself there. After all, who wouldn’t be overly happy about waking up out of a coma? Okay, it had hurt a bit, yet he had at least been awake then. Although it had been even more painful to see the worry, the shock, the happiness and the disbelief on his fellow members’ faces. They had given off the impression of having expected him to never wake up again and it was obvious that, when he had woken up, it had shocked them senseless.
He hadn’t been in that much danger, right?
Yes, there had been some bruises and scratches, but in the end, he had been fine. It had only hurt a little here and there when he practiced too hard or when he forced himself to reach his goal. Apart from that, he had hardly felt a thing. Right.. Who was he kidding? It had hurt like hell. When he walked, it felt like he had broken every possible bone in his body. Sitting down was like putting your butt on a chair full of needles. Hell, even simply breathing without anything else caused him to feel like a thousand knives were stabbed in his lungs. He had felt pain with every step he had taken.
Utter and excruciating pain.
Nevertheless, he wasn’t someone to complain. Having the chance to be on a stage with his hyungs had been all he cared for. He had worked hard to achieve that and had felt endlessly proud whenever he sang together with them. It was like life was all the much better when they were together up on stage, when they overflowed the stage. That’s why it was hard to be only twelve. Even harder to be only eleven. But now that it had gotten down to ten.. Well, he could only be glad that he had learned how to keep his cool about things. All that mattered was that, in the end, the same fourteen people that cried for him before, would still cry for him again..and he loved the bunch of big babies for that.
[FIC] Turning back from walking away
Title: Turning back from walking away
Characters: Hyukjae, Donghae
Rating: G
Wordcount: 3.011
Summary: There's no point to living without the other, but is he really gone?
A/N: Written over today and yesterday (and possibly another day before that). Mostly today however. This shot is a creation of my mind that needed to be written. Sequel to Holding on to letting go but I guess readable as a stand alone as well. Pieces of my heart were torn out and put into this, so love it or I will be sad.
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To him, life has become much alike to walking over broken glass barefooted. Every step he takes is even more painful than the previous, days blending together in a constant repetition of the same memories, his mind attuned to the stabs of pain they sent throughout his whole body. It’s like he almost welcomes the pain, knowing he deserves it, thinking it better than the emptiness that would otherwise consume him.
The windows of his apartment are small, tiny ruptures in the walls that feel like they’re closing in on him. Small openings for him to look through at the outside world, to see how life is so much brighter for those who are not him. For those who haven’t failed like him.
It’s little tiny monsters clawing at his heart, reminding him over and over again how stupid he’s been. He draws the name in his heart on a condensed window and watches it fade away again, but the feelings never change and when he looks up, the sky is still just as dreary and a single water drop splats apart on his arm, like a tear would if he still had any left to cry.
He’s gone numb over the years, no more tears to cry, no more pieces of his heart left big enough to break. There’s only a constant realisation that he’s alone and perhaps somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that it’s all of his own doing, making the feeling only harder to bear. Trying to live without Donghae is a little like trying to extinct a fire with his bare hands; it hurts big time and he realises that there’s a much better way to do it.
But Donghae is together with Kyuhyun. Or Siwon. Or maybe the other tall guy he saw him together with earlier that month, holding hands as they walked through the park. It’s as if all those people are laughing in his face for being stupid enough to have ever let go of that hand, to have ever let the younger walk away from him, stray too far. But they’re wrong, he tells them in his mind with bitter satisfaction. Donghae’s never walked away from him; he was the one leaving himself.
“What’s Neunggok like?” he remembers Donghae asking one day, the curiosity shining in his eyes. He had been tired that day, his students in dance class having been the most annoying they ever were and traffic on his way home sucking so badly he had almost wanted to leave the damn car somewhere along the way and walk the rest of the way home. It hadn’t been the best of days for him, so he had merely looked at the other in surprise for a moment before waving off the question.
“It’s like any other city.” he had replied then, and Donghae had pouted at him ever so sweetly, poking at his side to get him to say more than that. He remembers pushing away the soft hands and frowning at the insistence the other had nagged at him with. “It’s just a city, Donghae, what would it be like?” he had said then, annoyance seeping into his voice.
His answer had silenced Donghae, the younger looking up at him with something akin to hurt in his eyes before he had turned back to the television, continuing to watch the program that had been their evening entertainment. In reality it was merely something to fight off the silence that had settled between them once again, as talking would only lead them to yet another fight.
He realises now that those were the moments he should have acted differently, responded differently, if he had wanted to keep the other from pushing him away. He realises now that the reason he no longer has anyone to cuddle up to at night or to listen to his nagging had partly been Donghae, but mostly been himself and how he had always expected the other to be there no matter what.
“It’s alright.” a familiar voice whispers to him and he feels his heart settle as his muscles relax. It is alright, he realises, the other’s arms wrapped loosely around him, his face buried in the nape of the other’s neck, surrounded by the smell that used to always be present around him.
He’s not sure how they ended up like this; one moment he hadn’t spoken to the other in ages, the next he was at his doorstep, hoping to find him home. Which he was; all tired eyes and questioning expressions as he saw the other standing at his door at three in the morning.
“What are you doing here? Do you have any idea what time it is?” he had mumbled but Hyukjae had merely thrown himself in the other’s arms, the first tears already finding their way over his cheeks. They held onto each other for dear life, Donghae sobering up soon enough and holding him close as he himself just cried weeks and months of unshed tears. For love, loss and memories.
After several tries at getting him to explain what was wrong, Donghae had given in to his reluctance to answer, growing silent and merely being there. Even after so many years, after so many misunderstandings and things going wrong, Donghae had held him as if nothing had ever changed between them, and it was more than he could have hoped for.
So now here he is, clinging to the younger still, even though his tears have long stopped flowing. He can feel Donghae shifting next to him and a sudden wave of fear washes over him. What if they’ll go back to being strangers the moment he lets go? What if being close like this is merely because Donghae had not known what else to do being overwhelmed by him like that.
The mere thought of going back to the emptiness makes a second wave of tears find their way over his cheeks and he can feel the other’s grip tightening once again, the hand on his back taking up its comforting patting again as well. He can almost imagine the worried look on the younger’s face but is too afraid to look up and see that it’s only that; imagination.
“Hyukjae, tell me what’s wrong..” Donghae finally speaks after another good five minutes of continuous sobbing. “I’ve never seen you like this, what the hell happened? How did you get reduced to this?” He wants the worry he thinks he hears in the other’s voice to be real, but he doesn’t know how that could be possible when all he’s ever done is disappoint the other an endless amount of times, time and again.
When the tears don’t seem to stop, Donghae lets go of him and he barely keeps himself from squeaking in fear, not wanting to have to walk away once again. He fists his hands in the younger boy’s shirt, pressing his face against the fabric again, refusing to face the other in the state he’s currently in.
“Hyukjae, look at me.” Donghae says softly, cupping his face with the soft, warm hands he knows so well and lifting it up, away from the questionable safety of the T-shirt. Their eyes meet then, the first time that day - night? - and he finds worry and care in the other boy’s eyes, only making him want to cry even more. Donghae wipes over his cheeks with his thumbs, cleaning away the fresh tears, and sends him a small, encouraging smile.
“I’m here, Hyukjae.” the younger says then and all he can do is close his eyes with a nod, burying himself in the other’s embrace once more.
He wakes up in a completely dark room, rolling over to cuddle up against the other, but there’s no one there. No one has been there for years now. Long, agonizing years in which he was able to remind himself over and over again how stupid he had been. For the umpteenth time that month he finds himself wondering if that one night had been a dream and for the umpteenth time he grabs at his phone, checking to see if the familiar phone number is really back in his contact list.
“You’re killing yourself, Hyukjae.” Donghae had said to him when the tears had finally subsided, the two of them sitting next to each other on the living room couch. And damn the fact that that was still the same couch as when they lived in that apartment together. “You keep things pent up inside until you break, but you never actually break and it becomes so hard for you to bear that you grow gloomier every day. You have always been like this, even when we were still together.”
Donghae had given him one of those looks that said ‘I know what you’re made of, don’t try to deny it,’ and so he hadn’t. But now, lying in bed in the dark room that will only grow darker unless he turns on a light, he thinks that maybe he should’ve denied it. Because if he never really broke, then why the hell had he been crying like a baby in the other’s arms? What did Donghae really think he was doing there, forgetting any kind of pride as he cried his heart out?
With a snarl, he throws the phone away from him, hearing it drop on the floor mere moments later but refusing to feel bad about it. He’s close to going crazy, really, and for a moment he wonders if maybe Donghae is right after all. If maybe he is killing himself, tearing himself down piece by piece, thread by thread. But if he is, he’s doing it all because of the other and he doesn’t regret a single thing.
“You have to get out more.” Jungsoo tells him one day, throwing the discarded clothes in the laundry basket on his way to the kitchen. Hyukjae can’t even find it in himself anymore to tell the other to leave it, instead remaining curled up on the couch, a pillow squished in between his legs and body. Minutes later Jungsoo stuffs a plate of food in his face, but he merely turns away from it, the smell alone making him want to throw up.
“Starving yourself isn’t going to make him come to save you, Hyukjae.” the elder speaks after a moment, putting down the plate on the living room table and crossing his arms in front of his chest then. “You need to go out there and show him that you want him to come back, that you’re worth coming back to.” He can’t help huffing at those words, but the next moment his whole body starts shaking violently because of his own sobbing.
He curses this feeling, the way he shifts from good to bad to even worse in a matter of seconds. He hates the way Jungsoo has to catch him before he falls, pull him back up, put him back on his feet. He despises himself, despises what he has become, but has no energy left to change it. So he simply cries against Jungsoo’s shoulder for several moments before manning up again and going back to staring blankly ahead.
Zhou Mi is a ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark world. Introduced to him by Jungsoo he shouldn’t have expected anything less, but it still surprises him how the tall man manages to brighten even his days. The redhead drags him out of the house against his will if necessary, bringing him out to see the world and all the wondrous things it has to offer. He follows albeit reluctantly, but the more he goes out the more he enjoys it and soon he’s almost waiting for the other to show up at his door and take him out.
Zhou Mi is stupid jokes and awkward laughter, he’s occasional random hugs and the most awkward stick on legs Hyukjae’s ever seen. Zhou Mi makes him smile more than anyone else and he doesn’t even put an effort into it. Hyukjae finds himself blooming because of him, recreating his life as he goes, one step at a time, starting with a new job and new dreams. Zhou Mi is life and oxygen and Hyukjae breathes him in without restraints.
One day he thinks it’s a good idea to do something in return for all Zhou Mi’s kindness, so he pecks the other on the lips. A long awkward silence, several minutes of staring and a frown later he realises that maybe that wasn’t the brightest idea he’s ever had. Zhou Mi stares at him like he’s just landed on earth in a pink UFO and he feels extremely uncomfortable under that gaze, shifting in his seat and shyly looking away.
“What was that for?” the redhead asks after a while and he shrugs, not having a clue either. At least not anymore, the look on Zhou Mi’s face having erased every explanation he had for what he just did. They stare at each other a few moments longer in awkward silence before Zhou Mi continues the sentence Hyukjae’s action had interrupted. When he leaves later that afternoon, he smiles and waves like he always does, sunshine smile plastered on his face.
He doesn’t visit again.
Life goes back to the dull nothing it used to be. He lies in bed more often than not and doesn’t even open the door for Jungsoo anymore. After several persistent weeks of coming by every day and being left at the door, Jungsoo gives up on him too. He’s okay with that. It’s not as if there’s much of him left to care for anyway. The fact that he’s jobless doesn’t bother him as much, the few drops of water and the bits of electricity he uses are not a lot to pay for anyway. He lives off of his savings, but then again it’s not really to be called living. He decides he doesn’t care anymore.
It’s about seven months after his sister was diagnosed with aids, seven months after the night he spent crying in Donghae’s arms, when someone comes by again. He ignores the doorbell as he has been doing for five consecutive weeks now, but whoever’s at the door is persistent, ringing and ringing until he sees no other way to escape the shrill sound than to get up and walk over to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open with quite a bit of effort.
“What do you want?” he bites at the person standing behind it, freezing in his movements when his eyes lock with the other man. For a while he just stands there, staring like that, the other person looking back calmly, before he shakes his head and repeats his question. “What do you want? Why are you here?”
“I heard you the first time,” Kyuhyun replies coldly, glancing past him into his apartment. “I think the proper words to start a conversation with are ‘Would you like to come in?’ perhaps followed by ‘Excuse me for the mess.’ You don’t really have any manners, do you?”
“Why would I apologise for a non-existing mess?” he retorts, opening the door wider as he realises he isn’t going to get rid of the pest anyway. “Come in then, if you’re going to be a stuck up idiot you can at least do it inside.” Kyuhyun eyes him a moment longer and he swears he can see surprise in the younger one’s eyes, but then the kid walks past him, not even looking back as he speaks up again.
“You do indeed smell better than I had imagined, and I can still see the floor. That’s a nice surprise. Now if you could only show to the outside world that you haven’t died yet, that would be awesome.” he rambles in a flat tone. Hyukjae closes the door and walks over to his couch, not even bothering to see what Kyuhyun’s up to as he flops down on the soft cushions, closing his eyes the moment his head touches the armrest.
“What are you doing here, Kyuhyun-ssi?” he asks in a low voice, not up for the pleasantries and the evasive talk. In fact, he’s not up for anything coming from the younger. He still clearly remembers how it was Kyuhyun prancing around holding Donghae’s hands in the months after their break-up. And even after so many years passed, he still doesn’t want to forget about that.
“I’m here to fix Donghae.” is all the younger replies, but it’s enough to make Hyukjae look up, a frown edged into his forehead.
“Why are you here for that? Donghae’s not around here. You should go to his place.” he replies softly, even the other’s name making him feel weak inside. Or maybe it’s the lack of food and sleep. He’s not exactly sure why, but Kyuhyun smirks and crosses his arms in front of his chest. They eye each other for a while, until Kyuhyun sighs and shakes his head.
“Donghae’s heart is here.” he says then, completely shaking Hyukjae’s world, making every fibre in his body glow and resound at those words. “And you’re not really taking care of it.”
He’s pretty sure the world’s playing tricks on him, but if they amount to him finding himself locked in Donghae’s embrace he’s more than willing to play along. The heartbeat under his hand feels real, though, and he’s convinced he’s not imagining the way Donghae’s breath tickles his neck as the other exhales. He closes his eyes to savour the moment even more, before sighing deeply.
“I’m sorry.” he breathes then and Donghae nods against his shoulder. It’s nothing at all, but it’s everything as well and he feels like he could cry right then and there if Donghae wasn’t already doing that more than enough for the both of them.
Characters: Hyukjae, Donghae
Rating: G
Wordcount: 3.011
Summary: There's no point to living without the other, but is he really gone?
A/N: Written over today and yesterday (and possibly another day before that). Mostly today however. This shot is a creation of my mind that needed to be written. Sequel to Holding on to letting go but I guess readable as a stand alone as well. Pieces of my heart were torn out and put into this, so love it or I will be sad.
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To him, life has become much alike to walking over broken glass barefooted. Every step he takes is even more painful than the previous, days blending together in a constant repetition of the same memories, his mind attuned to the stabs of pain they sent throughout his whole body. It’s like he almost welcomes the pain, knowing he deserves it, thinking it better than the emptiness that would otherwise consume him.
The windows of his apartment are small, tiny ruptures in the walls that feel like they’re closing in on him. Small openings for him to look through at the outside world, to see how life is so much brighter for those who are not him. For those who haven’t failed like him.
It’s little tiny monsters clawing at his heart, reminding him over and over again how stupid he’s been. He draws the name in his heart on a condensed window and watches it fade away again, but the feelings never change and when he looks up, the sky is still just as dreary and a single water drop splats apart on his arm, like a tear would if he still had any left to cry.
He’s gone numb over the years, no more tears to cry, no more pieces of his heart left big enough to break. There’s only a constant realisation that he’s alone and perhaps somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that it’s all of his own doing, making the feeling only harder to bear. Trying to live without Donghae is a little like trying to extinct a fire with his bare hands; it hurts big time and he realises that there’s a much better way to do it.
But Donghae is together with Kyuhyun. Or Siwon. Or maybe the other tall guy he saw him together with earlier that month, holding hands as they walked through the park. It’s as if all those people are laughing in his face for being stupid enough to have ever let go of that hand, to have ever let the younger walk away from him, stray too far. But they’re wrong, he tells them in his mind with bitter satisfaction. Donghae’s never walked away from him; he was the one leaving himself.
“What’s Neunggok like?” he remembers Donghae asking one day, the curiosity shining in his eyes. He had been tired that day, his students in dance class having been the most annoying they ever were and traffic on his way home sucking so badly he had almost wanted to leave the damn car somewhere along the way and walk the rest of the way home. It hadn’t been the best of days for him, so he had merely looked at the other in surprise for a moment before waving off the question.
“It’s like any other city.” he had replied then, and Donghae had pouted at him ever so sweetly, poking at his side to get him to say more than that. He remembers pushing away the soft hands and frowning at the insistence the other had nagged at him with. “It’s just a city, Donghae, what would it be like?” he had said then, annoyance seeping into his voice.
His answer had silenced Donghae, the younger looking up at him with something akin to hurt in his eyes before he had turned back to the television, continuing to watch the program that had been their evening entertainment. In reality it was merely something to fight off the silence that had settled between them once again, as talking would only lead them to yet another fight.
He realises now that those were the moments he should have acted differently, responded differently, if he had wanted to keep the other from pushing him away. He realises now that the reason he no longer has anyone to cuddle up to at night or to listen to his nagging had partly been Donghae, but mostly been himself and how he had always expected the other to be there no matter what.
“It’s alright.” a familiar voice whispers to him and he feels his heart settle as his muscles relax. It is alright, he realises, the other’s arms wrapped loosely around him, his face buried in the nape of the other’s neck, surrounded by the smell that used to always be present around him.
He’s not sure how they ended up like this; one moment he hadn’t spoken to the other in ages, the next he was at his doorstep, hoping to find him home. Which he was; all tired eyes and questioning expressions as he saw the other standing at his door at three in the morning.
“What are you doing here? Do you have any idea what time it is?” he had mumbled but Hyukjae had merely thrown himself in the other’s arms, the first tears already finding their way over his cheeks. They held onto each other for dear life, Donghae sobering up soon enough and holding him close as he himself just cried weeks and months of unshed tears. For love, loss and memories.
After several tries at getting him to explain what was wrong, Donghae had given in to his reluctance to answer, growing silent and merely being there. Even after so many years, after so many misunderstandings and things going wrong, Donghae had held him as if nothing had ever changed between them, and it was more than he could have hoped for.
So now here he is, clinging to the younger still, even though his tears have long stopped flowing. He can feel Donghae shifting next to him and a sudden wave of fear washes over him. What if they’ll go back to being strangers the moment he lets go? What if being close like this is merely because Donghae had not known what else to do being overwhelmed by him like that.
The mere thought of going back to the emptiness makes a second wave of tears find their way over his cheeks and he can feel the other’s grip tightening once again, the hand on his back taking up its comforting patting again as well. He can almost imagine the worried look on the younger’s face but is too afraid to look up and see that it’s only that; imagination.
“Hyukjae, tell me what’s wrong..” Donghae finally speaks after another good five minutes of continuous sobbing. “I’ve never seen you like this, what the hell happened? How did you get reduced to this?” He wants the worry he thinks he hears in the other’s voice to be real, but he doesn’t know how that could be possible when all he’s ever done is disappoint the other an endless amount of times, time and again.
When the tears don’t seem to stop, Donghae lets go of him and he barely keeps himself from squeaking in fear, not wanting to have to walk away once again. He fists his hands in the younger boy’s shirt, pressing his face against the fabric again, refusing to face the other in the state he’s currently in.
“Hyukjae, look at me.” Donghae says softly, cupping his face with the soft, warm hands he knows so well and lifting it up, away from the questionable safety of the T-shirt. Their eyes meet then, the first time that day - night? - and he finds worry and care in the other boy’s eyes, only making him want to cry even more. Donghae wipes over his cheeks with his thumbs, cleaning away the fresh tears, and sends him a small, encouraging smile.
“I’m here, Hyukjae.” the younger says then and all he can do is close his eyes with a nod, burying himself in the other’s embrace once more.
He wakes up in a completely dark room, rolling over to cuddle up against the other, but there’s no one there. No one has been there for years now. Long, agonizing years in which he was able to remind himself over and over again how stupid he had been. For the umpteenth time that month he finds himself wondering if that one night had been a dream and for the umpteenth time he grabs at his phone, checking to see if the familiar phone number is really back in his contact list.
“You’re killing yourself, Hyukjae.” Donghae had said to him when the tears had finally subsided, the two of them sitting next to each other on the living room couch. And damn the fact that that was still the same couch as when they lived in that apartment together. “You keep things pent up inside until you break, but you never actually break and it becomes so hard for you to bear that you grow gloomier every day. You have always been like this, even when we were still together.”
Donghae had given him one of those looks that said ‘I know what you’re made of, don’t try to deny it,’ and so he hadn’t. But now, lying in bed in the dark room that will only grow darker unless he turns on a light, he thinks that maybe he should’ve denied it. Because if he never really broke, then why the hell had he been crying like a baby in the other’s arms? What did Donghae really think he was doing there, forgetting any kind of pride as he cried his heart out?
With a snarl, he throws the phone away from him, hearing it drop on the floor mere moments later but refusing to feel bad about it. He’s close to going crazy, really, and for a moment he wonders if maybe Donghae is right after all. If maybe he is killing himself, tearing himself down piece by piece, thread by thread. But if he is, he’s doing it all because of the other and he doesn’t regret a single thing.
“You have to get out more.” Jungsoo tells him one day, throwing the discarded clothes in the laundry basket on his way to the kitchen. Hyukjae can’t even find it in himself anymore to tell the other to leave it, instead remaining curled up on the couch, a pillow squished in between his legs and body. Minutes later Jungsoo stuffs a plate of food in his face, but he merely turns away from it, the smell alone making him want to throw up.
“Starving yourself isn’t going to make him come to save you, Hyukjae.” the elder speaks after a moment, putting down the plate on the living room table and crossing his arms in front of his chest then. “You need to go out there and show him that you want him to come back, that you’re worth coming back to.” He can’t help huffing at those words, but the next moment his whole body starts shaking violently because of his own sobbing.
He curses this feeling, the way he shifts from good to bad to even worse in a matter of seconds. He hates the way Jungsoo has to catch him before he falls, pull him back up, put him back on his feet. He despises himself, despises what he has become, but has no energy left to change it. So he simply cries against Jungsoo’s shoulder for several moments before manning up again and going back to staring blankly ahead.
Zhou Mi is a ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark world. Introduced to him by Jungsoo he shouldn’t have expected anything less, but it still surprises him how the tall man manages to brighten even his days. The redhead drags him out of the house against his will if necessary, bringing him out to see the world and all the wondrous things it has to offer. He follows albeit reluctantly, but the more he goes out the more he enjoys it and soon he’s almost waiting for the other to show up at his door and take him out.
Zhou Mi is stupid jokes and awkward laughter, he’s occasional random hugs and the most awkward stick on legs Hyukjae’s ever seen. Zhou Mi makes him smile more than anyone else and he doesn’t even put an effort into it. Hyukjae finds himself blooming because of him, recreating his life as he goes, one step at a time, starting with a new job and new dreams. Zhou Mi is life and oxygen and Hyukjae breathes him in without restraints.
One day he thinks it’s a good idea to do something in return for all Zhou Mi’s kindness, so he pecks the other on the lips. A long awkward silence, several minutes of staring and a frown later he realises that maybe that wasn’t the brightest idea he’s ever had. Zhou Mi stares at him like he’s just landed on earth in a pink UFO and he feels extremely uncomfortable under that gaze, shifting in his seat and shyly looking away.
“What was that for?” the redhead asks after a while and he shrugs, not having a clue either. At least not anymore, the look on Zhou Mi’s face having erased every explanation he had for what he just did. They stare at each other a few moments longer in awkward silence before Zhou Mi continues the sentence Hyukjae’s action had interrupted. When he leaves later that afternoon, he smiles and waves like he always does, sunshine smile plastered on his face.
He doesn’t visit again.
Life goes back to the dull nothing it used to be. He lies in bed more often than not and doesn’t even open the door for Jungsoo anymore. After several persistent weeks of coming by every day and being left at the door, Jungsoo gives up on him too. He’s okay with that. It’s not as if there’s much of him left to care for anyway. The fact that he’s jobless doesn’t bother him as much, the few drops of water and the bits of electricity he uses are not a lot to pay for anyway. He lives off of his savings, but then again it’s not really to be called living. He decides he doesn’t care anymore.
It’s about seven months after his sister was diagnosed with aids, seven months after the night he spent crying in Donghae’s arms, when someone comes by again. He ignores the doorbell as he has been doing for five consecutive weeks now, but whoever’s at the door is persistent, ringing and ringing until he sees no other way to escape the shrill sound than to get up and walk over to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open with quite a bit of effort.
“What do you want?” he bites at the person standing behind it, freezing in his movements when his eyes lock with the other man. For a while he just stands there, staring like that, the other person looking back calmly, before he shakes his head and repeats his question. “What do you want? Why are you here?”
“I heard you the first time,” Kyuhyun replies coldly, glancing past him into his apartment. “I think the proper words to start a conversation with are ‘Would you like to come in?’ perhaps followed by ‘Excuse me for the mess.’ You don’t really have any manners, do you?”
“Why would I apologise for a non-existing mess?” he retorts, opening the door wider as he realises he isn’t going to get rid of the pest anyway. “Come in then, if you’re going to be a stuck up idiot you can at least do it inside.” Kyuhyun eyes him a moment longer and he swears he can see surprise in the younger one’s eyes, but then the kid walks past him, not even looking back as he speaks up again.
“You do indeed smell better than I had imagined, and I can still see the floor. That’s a nice surprise. Now if you could only show to the outside world that you haven’t died yet, that would be awesome.” he rambles in a flat tone. Hyukjae closes the door and walks over to his couch, not even bothering to see what Kyuhyun’s up to as he flops down on the soft cushions, closing his eyes the moment his head touches the armrest.
“What are you doing here, Kyuhyun-ssi?” he asks in a low voice, not up for the pleasantries and the evasive talk. In fact, he’s not up for anything coming from the younger. He still clearly remembers how it was Kyuhyun prancing around holding Donghae’s hands in the months after their break-up. And even after so many years passed, he still doesn’t want to forget about that.
“I’m here to fix Donghae.” is all the younger replies, but it’s enough to make Hyukjae look up, a frown edged into his forehead.
“Why are you here for that? Donghae’s not around here. You should go to his place.” he replies softly, even the other’s name making him feel weak inside. Or maybe it’s the lack of food and sleep. He’s not exactly sure why, but Kyuhyun smirks and crosses his arms in front of his chest. They eye each other for a while, until Kyuhyun sighs and shakes his head.
“Donghae’s heart is here.” he says then, completely shaking Hyukjae’s world, making every fibre in his body glow and resound at those words. “And you’re not really taking care of it.”
He’s pretty sure the world’s playing tricks on him, but if they amount to him finding himself locked in Donghae’s embrace he’s more than willing to play along. The heartbeat under his hand feels real, though, and he’s convinced he’s not imagining the way Donghae’s breath tickles his neck as the other exhales. He closes his eyes to savour the moment even more, before sighing deeply.
“I’m sorry.” he breathes then and Donghae nods against his shoulder. It’s nothing at all, but it’s everything as well and he feels like he could cry right then and there if Donghae wasn’t already doing that more than enough for the both of them.
[FIC] Holding on to letting go
Title: Holding on to letting go
Characters: Donghae, Hyukjae
Rating: G
Wordcount: 2.135
Summary: Losing something dear is the wors feeling there is.
A/N: I wrote this because I made a new friend and she seems to bring something to life in me that consists of Eunhae, angst and so many things I just can't explain. I told her I felt like writing broken Eunhae and then I just did. So this is broken Eunhae. It's all angst, all of it, and so far it made two people cry already. Yay. Hope you enjoy. If not... Hope you don't notice me sneaking away at the side to escape your wrath.
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There’s something about being sad that is hard to let go of.
Something about crying that makes you want to crawl into a heap of a mess and cry forever.
Something about getting hurt that gets you to take the bloody knife and stab yourself a few times more just because.
Losing something dear is the worst feeling there is. Especially when you’re so utterly convinced you’ll never lose it that you’re too blind to notice it slipping away until it’s gone. There’s a kind of finality in losing what you love the most, a feeling of everything ending, even when you still have so many possibilities to go on. The world seems like a dark place, reality gets turned into a twisted kind of hell and sleep is a sanctuary of peace and happy dreams you never actually want to wake up from.
He’s tired. Tired of trying. Tired of holding on to things he’s being forced to let go of. He’s trying to figure out ways to ease himself out of this thing they have become but it’s not working. It will never work. And somehow, he doesn’t really want it to work. He wants to keep holding on.
They’ve both been screaming at each other for a while now, sore throats, dry mouths, hoarse voices. He doesn’t even remember what started the fight, he just knows that at some point it started and now they’re yelling things the other’s not even listening to anyway.
“I’m sorry.” he whispers, but the other is too busy yelling over the sound of his own disappointment to notice. He feels the tears seeping into his eyes, ready to make their way over his cheeks, but he turns away before they can. He doesn’t want to show how much he still cares, so he takes the other’s angry shouts at his back as he retreats to their room, closing the door behind him and crawling into bed.
He allows himself to cry there, under the compact privacy of the blanket, until he feels like he’s going to pass out because of a lack of oxygen. When he sticks his head out from underneath the blanket, the air in the room is cold on his wet cheeks and he feels stupid for crying over stupid things. He feels stupid for loving a stupid person too, but then again; two stupid people together should match perfectly, no?
He lets his eyes slid closed and tries to sleep, tries to lose himself in the vastness of his imagination, even though he knows he won’t be able to for at least another hour. It’s right when he feels himself float off into oblivion a select few hours later that the sound of the door opening and closing wakes him up completely again. The bed dents a little under the other’s weight and soon there’s fingers gently stroking his cheek, brushing over the skin that’s still sensitive from all the tears.
“You should undress a little.” a soft whisper reaches his ear. “You’re going to be cold tomorrow morning.” He murmurs something of a disagreement, adds some sounds that mean he’s tired and wants to sleep and lets out an annoyed grunt when the fingers don’t go away. The gentleness doesn’t change either, however, and a kiss is pressed on his cheek. “I don’t want to argue over this too, Hae. I’m sorry. Please just take off your jeans at least.”
He doesn’t move at first, but right before he passes out again, he does reach down, unbuttons his pants and kicks them out. It doesn’t take long for cold feet to get pressed against his warm legs and slender arms to be wrapped around his body, making him smile in contentment.
It’s much easier to lean into the touch than he feared it would be and as he hides his face in the crook of the other’s neck, sneaking his arms around the almost non-existing middle, he realises just how much he loves the other and how much he hates arguing with him. It’s moments like these, huddled closely together on the bed, that make him realise why they’re still together.
“I love you.” he whispers to the silence of the other’s heartbeat, stroking gentle fingers through soft hair. He smiles slightly at the insecurity on the other’s lips and kisses away the tears in his eyes. But Hyukjae moves, creating distance and regrets, forcing heartbreaks. He follows, not allowing the other to tear them apart. It has always been like that and will always be like that. And in the end Hyukjae always replies to him with an “I love you too,” satisfying both their hearts.
That’s how it goes. That’s how they’ve made it so far. Hyukjae trying to pull away and him not allowing that. That’s how the world turns for them. He doesn’t count in days anymore, he counts in times he’s gone after the other and brought him back.
Sometimes he thinks that maybe he should just not follow after the other this time around, should just let him walk away and see how far he’ll go before coming back. But he’s afraid to find that the other will never come back at all, so he chases after him every time again.
And no matter how much he’d like to rub it in the other’s face one day; what an incredible moron he’s being and how many times he’s had to save the both of them, he figures it’s no use crying over spilled milk. After all, he likes to keep the past what it is; passed.
“I hate you.” he shouts at one point. “You’re selfish, you don’t ever think about what I feel and you just keep running from this, from us. We’re supposed to be in this together. You and me, TOGETHER.” He’s so hurt that he almost chokes on his words trying to get them out but he doesn’t care. Hyukjae has taken it one step too far this time, hurt him that tad bit too much.
“All you care about is yourself and how your parents would disagree. Well they don’t even know about us, so why are they standing in our way? Because YOU stand in our way, Hyukjae, and I keep pushing you ahead against your will it seems. So fine, I won’t push anymore. I’ll let you be. I’ll let you walk out of this life you don’t really want to be a part of. So go, if you want. Just go.”
He slams the door closed extra loudly as he leaves the apartment, forgetting his jacket and his scarf, but it’s alright, because he doesn’t feel the freezing wind nor the soft snowflakes. His vision is blurred by tears and he walks at random, trying to get himself to calm down.
When he goes back to the apartment several hours later, Hyukjae is gone. The wardrobe is three times as empty as it used to be, the cupboard lacks five pairs of shoes and the kitchen misses a coffee machine. He goes straight to the bathroom, where there’s only one toothbrush left and drowns himself in the steamy heat of the shower’s water.
Life becomes dead.
They say he sleeps too much, he finds he’s got nothing better to do with his days. He got fired from his job exactly two days after the huge fight and now he’s living in the apartment all by himself. There’s no reason to clean or cook when he’s the only one around; he can live with some mess and it’s not like he’s hungry anyway. So he spends his days altering between the couch and his bed, choosing either to watch TV or to sleep.
What he really does is ponder over the same question over and over again. Forgive Hyukjae or forgive himself? And…did either of them really do something wrong? Wasn’t it the heat of the moment putting the both of them on edge? Wasn’t it normal for them to react like they had, shouting the first things that came to mind without really thinking about them.
Sure, he never intended to have it lead to this, but sometimes life is a little different than what you expect, and at such times, what can you really do about it, right?
He doesn’t want to let the past be passed anymore, he wants to take it and haul it to the present so that everything will turn right again. He’s useless without the other, just a bag of meat and bones trying to get from one day to the next. It’s been months yet there’s still no change. He found a new job because he had to, but now he’s just filling his days staring at a computer answering phone calls of people who don’t understand the simplest of things about their piece of technology. He answers those questions, solves their problems, while his lay buried under months of separation.
He walks through the park one day, Kyuhyun by his side. They’re entertaining a conversation without actually saying a lot. Kyuhyun’s eyeing the people walking around them, while he focuses on the first signs of the living nature that sprout at his feet. The way the wind blows the smell of blooming flowers into his face makes him fall in love with spring all over again and he’s glad he can share the moment with Kyuhyun - the only one who has cared about him after the breakup.
He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and letting the warm feeling seep into his body. It’s almost magical to be able to walk through a park holding a boy’s hand, with no worries of who might see them and what they might think. Kyuhyun taught him not to care about that. Kyuhyun says they can just as well be good friends to anyone who sees them - which actually is all they are. When he opens his eyes again, he looks into a pair of dark brown ones that he didn’t expect in the city park.
“Hey.” Hyukjae says and he freezes at that familiar voice. Kyuhyun replies with a polite hello, the question in his eyes not reaching him as he stares at Hyukjae. There’s so many memories gushing right back in upon seeing the other’s familiar features, but none of those are real anymore. When he finally regains his composure, he politely nods, before walking past Hyukjae and tugging Kyuhyun along.
He pretends not to see the hurt in Hyukjae’s eyes. He pretends not to see the glances thrown at his hand clinging to Kyuhyun’s. He pretends not to feel the pain in his chest with every step that takes him further away from Hyukjae. He pretends to be happy, just like any other day.
He doesn’t know how they got to this point, after so many months of silence. They’re on the phone, but neither is talking and it feels like his heart is on fire inside his chest. It hurts so much he wants to kick at something, yell at something, but he doesn’t. Instead he listens to the distant breathing of a friend he once had. Hyukjae called him up that evening, out of nowhere, saying he wanted to hear his voice. They sustained some kind of conversation for an awkward fifteen minutes at first but now have been silent for twice that amount of time.
“I think I should sleep.” he speaks through layers of static, waiting for the words to arrive on the other side and the reply to come back to him. In the end it takes another minute before there’s an intake of breath.
“Can you keep the line open? Please?” Hyukjae asks and he feels his eyes go teary again, cursing his own weakness.
“Of course.” he replies even though he wants to refuse. “Of course I can.” There’s another bout of silence, before he sighs. “Goodnight, Hyukjae.”
“Goodnight, Hae.”
With that, he puts down the phone next to his face, finds himself a more comfortable position and tries to sleep. All he can concentrate on is the distant rustle from the telephone line and what he imagines to be the others breathing; hesitant and shaky. He knows Hyukjae’s silently crying, but as much as it tears his heart apart, there’s nothing he can do about that anymore. Hyukjae gave him up months ago and it is better they both know there’s no going back.
“I love you.” he hears Hyukjae whisper when the sobs die down, but he pretends to have fallen asleep already. He has no idea what he should reply to that, because all he knows is being left behind.
Characters: Donghae, Hyukjae
Rating: G
Wordcount: 2.135
Summary: Losing something dear is the wors feeling there is.
A/N: I wrote this because I made a new friend and she seems to bring something to life in me that consists of Eunhae, angst and so many things I just can't explain. I told her I felt like writing broken Eunhae and then I just did. So this is broken Eunhae. It's all angst, all of it, and so far it made two people cry already. Yay. Hope you enjoy. If not... Hope you don't notice me sneaking away at the side to escape your wrath.
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There’s something about being sad that is hard to let go of.
Something about crying that makes you want to crawl into a heap of a mess and cry forever.
Something about getting hurt that gets you to take the bloody knife and stab yourself a few times more just because.
Losing something dear is the worst feeling there is. Especially when you’re so utterly convinced you’ll never lose it that you’re too blind to notice it slipping away until it’s gone. There’s a kind of finality in losing what you love the most, a feeling of everything ending, even when you still have so many possibilities to go on. The world seems like a dark place, reality gets turned into a twisted kind of hell and sleep is a sanctuary of peace and happy dreams you never actually want to wake up from.
He’s tired. Tired of trying. Tired of holding on to things he’s being forced to let go of. He’s trying to figure out ways to ease himself out of this thing they have become but it’s not working. It will never work. And somehow, he doesn’t really want it to work. He wants to keep holding on.
They’ve both been screaming at each other for a while now, sore throats, dry mouths, hoarse voices. He doesn’t even remember what started the fight, he just knows that at some point it started and now they’re yelling things the other’s not even listening to anyway.
“I’m sorry.” he whispers, but the other is too busy yelling over the sound of his own disappointment to notice. He feels the tears seeping into his eyes, ready to make their way over his cheeks, but he turns away before they can. He doesn’t want to show how much he still cares, so he takes the other’s angry shouts at his back as he retreats to their room, closing the door behind him and crawling into bed.
He allows himself to cry there, under the compact privacy of the blanket, until he feels like he’s going to pass out because of a lack of oxygen. When he sticks his head out from underneath the blanket, the air in the room is cold on his wet cheeks and he feels stupid for crying over stupid things. He feels stupid for loving a stupid person too, but then again; two stupid people together should match perfectly, no?
He lets his eyes slid closed and tries to sleep, tries to lose himself in the vastness of his imagination, even though he knows he won’t be able to for at least another hour. It’s right when he feels himself float off into oblivion a select few hours later that the sound of the door opening and closing wakes him up completely again. The bed dents a little under the other’s weight and soon there’s fingers gently stroking his cheek, brushing over the skin that’s still sensitive from all the tears.
“You should undress a little.” a soft whisper reaches his ear. “You’re going to be cold tomorrow morning.” He murmurs something of a disagreement, adds some sounds that mean he’s tired and wants to sleep and lets out an annoyed grunt when the fingers don’t go away. The gentleness doesn’t change either, however, and a kiss is pressed on his cheek. “I don’t want to argue over this too, Hae. I’m sorry. Please just take off your jeans at least.”
He doesn’t move at first, but right before he passes out again, he does reach down, unbuttons his pants and kicks them out. It doesn’t take long for cold feet to get pressed against his warm legs and slender arms to be wrapped around his body, making him smile in contentment.
It’s much easier to lean into the touch than he feared it would be and as he hides his face in the crook of the other’s neck, sneaking his arms around the almost non-existing middle, he realises just how much he loves the other and how much he hates arguing with him. It’s moments like these, huddled closely together on the bed, that make him realise why they’re still together.
“I love you.” he whispers to the silence of the other’s heartbeat, stroking gentle fingers through soft hair. He smiles slightly at the insecurity on the other’s lips and kisses away the tears in his eyes. But Hyukjae moves, creating distance and regrets, forcing heartbreaks. He follows, not allowing the other to tear them apart. It has always been like that and will always be like that. And in the end Hyukjae always replies to him with an “I love you too,” satisfying both their hearts.
That’s how it goes. That’s how they’ve made it so far. Hyukjae trying to pull away and him not allowing that. That’s how the world turns for them. He doesn’t count in days anymore, he counts in times he’s gone after the other and brought him back.
Sometimes he thinks that maybe he should just not follow after the other this time around, should just let him walk away and see how far he’ll go before coming back. But he’s afraid to find that the other will never come back at all, so he chases after him every time again.
And no matter how much he’d like to rub it in the other’s face one day; what an incredible moron he’s being and how many times he’s had to save the both of them, he figures it’s no use crying over spilled milk. After all, he likes to keep the past what it is; passed.
“I hate you.” he shouts at one point. “You’re selfish, you don’t ever think about what I feel and you just keep running from this, from us. We’re supposed to be in this together. You and me, TOGETHER.” He’s so hurt that he almost chokes on his words trying to get them out but he doesn’t care. Hyukjae has taken it one step too far this time, hurt him that tad bit too much.
“All you care about is yourself and how your parents would disagree. Well they don’t even know about us, so why are they standing in our way? Because YOU stand in our way, Hyukjae, and I keep pushing you ahead against your will it seems. So fine, I won’t push anymore. I’ll let you be. I’ll let you walk out of this life you don’t really want to be a part of. So go, if you want. Just go.”
He slams the door closed extra loudly as he leaves the apartment, forgetting his jacket and his scarf, but it’s alright, because he doesn’t feel the freezing wind nor the soft snowflakes. His vision is blurred by tears and he walks at random, trying to get himself to calm down.
When he goes back to the apartment several hours later, Hyukjae is gone. The wardrobe is three times as empty as it used to be, the cupboard lacks five pairs of shoes and the kitchen misses a coffee machine. He goes straight to the bathroom, where there’s only one toothbrush left and drowns himself in the steamy heat of the shower’s water.
Life becomes dead.
They say he sleeps too much, he finds he’s got nothing better to do with his days. He got fired from his job exactly two days after the huge fight and now he’s living in the apartment all by himself. There’s no reason to clean or cook when he’s the only one around; he can live with some mess and it’s not like he’s hungry anyway. So he spends his days altering between the couch and his bed, choosing either to watch TV or to sleep.
What he really does is ponder over the same question over and over again. Forgive Hyukjae or forgive himself? And…did either of them really do something wrong? Wasn’t it the heat of the moment putting the both of them on edge? Wasn’t it normal for them to react like they had, shouting the first things that came to mind without really thinking about them.
Sure, he never intended to have it lead to this, but sometimes life is a little different than what you expect, and at such times, what can you really do about it, right?
He doesn’t want to let the past be passed anymore, he wants to take it and haul it to the present so that everything will turn right again. He’s useless without the other, just a bag of meat and bones trying to get from one day to the next. It’s been months yet there’s still no change. He found a new job because he had to, but now he’s just filling his days staring at a computer answering phone calls of people who don’t understand the simplest of things about their piece of technology. He answers those questions, solves their problems, while his lay buried under months of separation.
He walks through the park one day, Kyuhyun by his side. They’re entertaining a conversation without actually saying a lot. Kyuhyun’s eyeing the people walking around them, while he focuses on the first signs of the living nature that sprout at his feet. The way the wind blows the smell of blooming flowers into his face makes him fall in love with spring all over again and he’s glad he can share the moment with Kyuhyun - the only one who has cared about him after the breakup.
He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and letting the warm feeling seep into his body. It’s almost magical to be able to walk through a park holding a boy’s hand, with no worries of who might see them and what they might think. Kyuhyun taught him not to care about that. Kyuhyun says they can just as well be good friends to anyone who sees them - which actually is all they are. When he opens his eyes again, he looks into a pair of dark brown ones that he didn’t expect in the city park.
“Hey.” Hyukjae says and he freezes at that familiar voice. Kyuhyun replies with a polite hello, the question in his eyes not reaching him as he stares at Hyukjae. There’s so many memories gushing right back in upon seeing the other’s familiar features, but none of those are real anymore. When he finally regains his composure, he politely nods, before walking past Hyukjae and tugging Kyuhyun along.
He pretends not to see the hurt in Hyukjae’s eyes. He pretends not to see the glances thrown at his hand clinging to Kyuhyun’s. He pretends not to feel the pain in his chest with every step that takes him further away from Hyukjae. He pretends to be happy, just like any other day.
He doesn’t know how they got to this point, after so many months of silence. They’re on the phone, but neither is talking and it feels like his heart is on fire inside his chest. It hurts so much he wants to kick at something, yell at something, but he doesn’t. Instead he listens to the distant breathing of a friend he once had. Hyukjae called him up that evening, out of nowhere, saying he wanted to hear his voice. They sustained some kind of conversation for an awkward fifteen minutes at first but now have been silent for twice that amount of time.
“I think I should sleep.” he speaks through layers of static, waiting for the words to arrive on the other side and the reply to come back to him. In the end it takes another minute before there’s an intake of breath.
“Can you keep the line open? Please?” Hyukjae asks and he feels his eyes go teary again, cursing his own weakness.
“Of course.” he replies even though he wants to refuse. “Of course I can.” There’s another bout of silence, before he sighs. “Goodnight, Hyukjae.”
“Goodnight, Hae.”
With that, he puts down the phone next to his face, finds himself a more comfortable position and tries to sleep. All he can concentrate on is the distant rustle from the telephone line and what he imagines to be the others breathing; hesitant and shaky. He knows Hyukjae’s silently crying, but as much as it tears his heart apart, there’s nothing he can do about that anymore. Hyukjae gave him up months ago and it is better they both know there’s no going back.
“I love you.” he hears Hyukjae whisper when the sobs die down, but he pretends to have fallen asleep already. He has no idea what he should reply to that, because all he knows is being left behind.
Monday, 29 August 2011
[FIC] Shower Troubles
Title: Shower Troubles (Or how Kyuhyun doesn't know how to clean a bathroom)
Characters: Kyuhyun, Donghae, OC
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 3.134
Summary: Kyuhyun's at a loss of why showers need to be cleaned and how.
A/N: This was mildly inspired by me cleaning the bathroom and wondering what it would be like if my brother had a try at it for once. It’s well over 3000 words of crack nonsense that makes no real particular sense. If you squint your eyes a little with the right lighting, you might find some romance in your peripheral view, even, but I’m not going to vouch for that.
Written for a lot of my friends, but also for those people out there who love Kyuhyun and need to get their heads fixed from that mental disease. This is for you guys. ♥
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When Kyuhyun’s girlfriend leaves with some yells and banging doors, he isn’t really impressed. He’s had many girlfriends before her and there’s still a lot of girls out there to choose from so he doesn’t worry. It’s not like she’s irreplaceable.
He settles for some instant ramyun that evening, jamming in half an hour of overtime work in order to be done with it the next day before opening his game. It’s a normal evening and he doesn’t really notice his girlfriend’s gone. It really doesn’t feel like something’s missing in the house, in fact, he quite likes the silence and him being able to spend some time online in peace, without someone nagging about laundry and cleaning all the time.
The only female constant in his life is a girl called KimchiFly, or at least that’s her in game username, who he talks to on a regular basis. She’s cool, knows as much about games as he does and a little more about life. But at least she doesn’t push that knowledge in his face like it’s something he’s supposed to know as well.
theKyu: dangit I’m cold
KimchiFly: get a blanket
theKyu: I don’t even know where the blankets are
theKyu: or if I even have blankets
KimchiFly: put on the heater
theKyu: it’s broken
theKyu: I think they cut off my electricity
KimchiFly: then how does your internet still work?
theKyu: …
theKyu: good point
Four days into being single, he starts to miss decent meals and wonders why it seems like the bed is colder than it should be. He takes a moment to remember his girlfriend’s face only to realise he doesn’t remember it. He clearly remembers her voice, though, while that’s the thing he has always tried his best to block out while she was still around.
He goes out that evening, but every girl he chats with ends up being taken already or too uninterested when he mentions computers. The other half he doesn’t talk to is too drunk for his liking, so the fifth day he wakes up in the too cold bed that starts to get a little too big as well.
He starts to get really lonely when there’s a good program on the television that he wants to watch but his feet are freezing and there’s no one with nice, warm legs to press them again and no one makes him some tea.
The next day he moves his television to his room so that he can at least still talk to people online while he’s watching, that way it feels less lonely.
theKyu: how did we meet again?
KimchiFly: I failed at slaying a dragon, you did it for me
KimchiFly: then you told me you’d honour me with becoming my teacher in game
theKyu: oh yeah
theKyu: be honoured.
One month and a half after being dumped, he takes a shower and the water’s not going down the drain well. When he crouches down for a closer inspection, he finds there’s a lot more to showers than just water coming out of the sprayer and disappearing in the hole. Whatever that lot more is, is unclear to him still at this moment in time, but it sure as hell is dirty. He decides he doesn’t want to take a closer look, grabs a towel and leaves the bathroom to find some clothes.
theKyu: hey Kimch
KimchiFly: yeah?
theKyu: what do you know about showers?
KimchiFly: water comes out of them which you wash yourself with?
KimchiFly: what kind of question is this?
KimchiFly: are you drunk again?
theKyu: never mind
…
theKyu: I only had one beer today, by the way
By the time he’s two months into being single, he craves for some decent food, so he decides to give Donghae a call. His hyung gladly drags him out to ‘some cheap place, but they have the best pizza ever, you have to try this, Kyu’ where he shoves two pizzas with undistinguishable toppings down his throat.
Donghae talks a lot and Kyuhyun pretends to listen while he plans some new gaming strategies, but by the end of the evening he realises again why he only ever goes out with Donghae when there’s someone else around to keep him entertained. There’s too much life to his hyung for him to handle. He prefers a silent drink, an occasional word or two, but the continuous stream of words that comes out of Donghae’s mouth is too hard to block out.
To: Girlfriend
From: Kyuhyun
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Baby, I miss you, why did you leave?
To: Asshole ex-bf
From: Girlfriend
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Oh, after three months you finally noticed I’m gone?
Fuck you, Kyuhyun, I hope you die.
“Hyung what the hell is wrong with my shower?” He nags at Donghae over the phone one day. (talking to him over the phone is safer, he can just hang up when he gets tired of the other’s rambles and pretend the line went dead the next time they talk)
“What do you mean what’s wrong with it?” Donghae asks, obvious confusion in his voice.
“The water’s not running through well and there’s no water coming out of a few holes of the sprayer where it is supposed to come out!” He complains and Donghae sighs on the other side of the line.
“Clean it, Kyuhyun, it’s dirty,” he then says and Kyuhyun wants to curse at him, because really, he didn’t notice that yet! Note the sarcasm.
“Well why the hell is it dirty!?” He almost yells, but Donghae remains calm. Of course Donghae remains calm. He deals with dirty showers and toilets daily, working part time as a concierge in some nearby sporting hall because he needs the money. Kyuhyun needs the money too, but he at least found a decent job that suits his style; research and development at some high tech electronics company.
“Showers do that, Kyuhyun,” Donghae explains meanwhile, something Kyuhyun almost misses because he’s too busy cursing at the other in his mind. “When you use them for a while and don’t clean them they get dirty. You have to clean it.”
“But I never had to in the past!” Kyuhyun protests, five seconds before he realises Donghae’s using an didactic tone to him.
“What do you think your girlfriends did while you were flirting with other girls online?”
He hangs up on Donghae, promises himself not to talk to him for the next month or so and gets back to gaming. It’s just dirt, he tells himself, he can live with it.
There’s no way he’s going to pay someone to get the shower back to how it should be, so he takes his book with addresses one day, set on digging up someone useful. He starts flipping through the pages, finding names he doesn’t even remember anymore after so many years. There’s some names he does remember, though, and he jots them down on a paper. Everyone’s worth a try, he figures, even that fat one from a few years ago. She wasn’t fat when he dated her, but since then has grown quite a few extra kilos. He knows this because she e-mailed him that one day. As if it was his fault and he wanted to do something about it.
He also finds a post it with a number and Call me! written below it. He figures it must be someone that is okay with just a one evening thing, or else they wouldn’t leave post its, so he decides to give the number a try.
To: 0945832934
From: Kyuhyun
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Hey, it’s been a while. Want to meet up?
To: Kyuhyunnie
From: 0945832934
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Oh baby you’re right, it’s been too long!
I asked your appa and we can meet you this weekend.
Should we come to your apartment?
To: Mom x___x
From: Kyuhyun
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I’m sorry mom, something just came up.
Maybe another time.
Tell dad I said hi.
He doesn’t touch numbers without names anymore after that. He does, however, try numbers that do have names and one of them is a girlfriend that he remembers from roughly a year and a half ago. He counts back and figures she must have been like girlfriend number somewhere in the twenty. Her name was Baek Jan Di or something like that. He remembers her because she made the most delicious chicken fried rice he has ever tasted in his life. So he decides to send her a text, but doesn’t really know how to go about the making up thing. They didn’t part in the friendliest of moods.
To: Jan Di
From: Kyuhyun
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Hey you. :) I’m sorry we lost contact. I suffered from cancer for the past year, but I’m better now. Want to meet up?
To: Kyuhyun wtf?
From: Jan Di
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I’m sorry to hear that. I wish I had known so I could have come by and show you how much I don’t give a shit. My boyfriend would love to get introduced to you properly, though.
Microwave chicken fried rice isn’t all too bad either, he decides. He’s not THAT desperate for a clean shower anyway.
He’s well past half of the ex-girlfriends on his list -all having given him disappointing answers which were...well, disappointing- when he grows tired of the whole thing and decides to do it himself. He walks into the bathroom, breathes in the distinct smell of a room that hasn’t been entered or decently cleaned in a month and walks right back out.
Four months after the break up, he grows tired of washing his hair above the kitchen sink (he feels cleaner that way than when he showers) so he invites Donghae to go swimming. They swim a few lengths (or Donghae does, he stays in the shallow part and tries to remember what swimming was like again - paddle your hands, stamp your feet?) and then go for the showers. He takes a long shower, washing himself from head to toe, and takes his time to dry his hair adequately before he leaves the building. Donghae says nothing about it, but he’s giving Kyuhyun judging looks that are ignored. Kyuhyun hasn’t felt so clean and fresh in weeks.
KimchiFly: you should clean your apartment
theKyu: my apartment is fine
KimchiFly: I bet it’s covered in dust, except for that square metre your desk chair is on
theKyu: as if you know what my apartment looks like
…
KimchiFly: you use a vacuum cleaner to clean the house
KimchiFly: just so you know
theKyu: wtf? I didn’t ask anything
KimchiFly: but you WERE wondering
KimchiFly: you’re welcome for telling you
theKyu: you’re such an ass >.>
KimchiFly: love you too <3
Cinderella: u 2 r so married
theKyu: stop creeping on our conversations rella
“Donghae,” he exclaims once the other picks up and he swears he can hear a sigh on the other end.
“I’m not going swimming with you again unless you’re actually going to swim, Kyuhyun.” Donghae tells him before he can even get to the point of the conversation. “Besides I have a girlfriend now. I don’t have time to jump at your every whim.” Kyuhyun’s offended, at the very least.
“What? What are you talking about, I wasn’t calling you to go swimming. How ridiculous would that be? We just went t-” Suddenly he realises what else has been said to him. “Wait. You have a girlfriend? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I did, about.. Let me count..two weeks ago. That time when you accidentally texted me instead of whoever you wanted to coax into having wine at your place.” Donghae explains, seeming bored with him. He huffs, but doesn’t go further into it. That was a rather embarrassing experience after all.
“Anyway,” he therefore changes the subject. “I wasn’t calling you about swimming. I wanted to know what stuff you use to clean those .. things you clean.”
“You what?” Donghae sounds genuinely surprised, and then ruins it a little more when he starts spouting nonsense. “You want to clean? Are you sure? Did you hit your head? Is the hygiene police holding a gun against your head telling you to clean? Did an alien take over your mind?”
“I want to make sure whoever is going to clean for me will have the right things to clean with. Just tell me hyung!” He protests and Donghae sighs, but at least obliges.
Five months into the life of a single man, he wanders into the bathroom, fully equipped with a mouth mask, rubber gloves, a cleaning towel, two bottles of lime out (the names people come up with for things lately) and a bucket with warm water. He walks over to the little sink first, but changes his mind halfway and goes for the shower. His first problem is to somehow get the draining hole free again, so he leans down once he reaches it, only to get back up and almost choke on his own coughing.
His next attempt is better coordinated. First he puts the bucket down, then the bottles of lime out. He kneels down next to his shower (it takes about four minutes before he gets over the fact that it’s all hairy and dusty there) and gives the draining hole another close inspection. He reaches out for it, but stops moments later, stares at it once more and then gets up, fleeing the bathroom.
KimchiFly: I went to the troll cave once
KimchiFly: instant death for sure
theKyu: I swear
Cinderella: so I shouldn’t go there?
Cinderella: hey Kyu
theKyu: showers are the spawn of hell
Cinderella: you still nagging about those showers?
Cinderella: dude get a grip
theKyu: shut up, rella
KimchiFly: no Cin, better don’t go there
KimchiFly: try the Rockfields
KimchiFly: hey kyu
KimchiFly: what did the shower do this time
theKyu: nothing!
theKyu: it’s still the same!
theKyu: it still smells
theKyu: and keeps being dirty
theKyu: tried cleaning it
theKyu: but seriously.. yuck
theKyu: how can anyone stand that?
Cinderella: that’s why they hire cleaning ladies
theKyu: but the shower’s supposed to be clean!
theKyu: and now you tell me I should pay someone to make it how it’s SUPPOSED TO BE?
Cinderella: welcome to life
theKyu: oh go diaf
Two days later he’s back at the shower, face mask and gloves on again, but this time armed with a pair of chopsticks as well. He sits as far away as he possibly can, stretching out his arm to the furthest and carefully picking at the hair that is cluttering the hole. When he finally gets hold of it, he pushes it up, only to stare in horror as he sees the glue-y white bits in between and even some smelly water still dripping off. Moments later he’s running out of the bathroom as fast as he can, trying hard not to throw up in the middle of his hallway.
To: Hae
From: Kyuhyun
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I’m going to kill myself. It was nice knowing you, Hae.
To: Kyu
From: Donghae
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Even in your last text not calling me hyung? I’m disappointed.
Why so melodramatic, though?
To: Hae
From: Kyuhyun
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HOW THE HELL DO I CLEAN A BATHROOM?
To: Kyu
From: Donghae
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Seriously?
To: Kyu
From: Donghae
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Seriously!?
To: Kyu
From: Donghae
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SERIOUSLY?
To: Kyu
From: Donghae
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You’re weak man. It’s just a shower.
You kill ogre trolls for breakfast.
To: Hae
From: Kyuhyun
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Shut up.
I hate you.
I hope you die.
He’s devastated, considers moving just so he can have a clean bathroom again, but then who would buy an apartment with a dirty bathroom? (and honestly, everything else is dirty too) He’s flicking paper balls at his television screen on which some dude is explaining the things going wrong in the world. He’s not gaming because Kimchi isn’t on and he’s pretty sure that if he has to listen to Cinderella’s complaints for even five minutes, he’s going to grab a gun and kill him – guild member or not.
Suddenly the doorbell rings.
“Hey Kyuhyun. I’m here to clean your bathroom.” some girl says, all smiles and happy waves, taking a step inside and hugging his neck for a moment. He can only stare, watching her as she lets go again. She looks at him as if she expects him to say something but he’s too busy figuring out if he’s awake or dreaming to notice. “You okay?” she then asks, feeling his forehead, which is probably the moment when he snaps back to reality.
He looks at her again, really looks at her, and there’s a sense of familiarity, so he starts counting back faces of his ex-girlfriends, trying to see if she’s in that row as well. He keeps counting and counting, until he stops all the way back at number one, when he was seventeen and she was eighteen and she took his hand and pulled him in for his very first kiss. He remembers three sunny months, before they had to part and go to college.
“What is this?” he finally manages to blurt out, blinking at her rather awkwardly. “How did you know where I live? Why do you think my bathroom needs cleaning?” She laughs, pricks a finger in his nose and easily walks past him, finding her way to his bathroom as if she’s been living in the apartment all her life. He stumbles after her to see what she’s up to.
“Who do you think you’ve been nagging at about it for the past six months?” she tells him happily. He stops when he realises what she just said, mouth agape and staring.
“Kimch?” he then questions, disbelief in his voice. Moments later her head pops out from the bathroom again, signature wide grin that he knows so well plastered on her face as she blows a kiss at him and disappears again.
“The one and only.”
Characters: Kyuhyun, Donghae, OC
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 3.134
Summary: Kyuhyun's at a loss of why showers need to be cleaned and how.
A/N: This was mildly inspired by me cleaning the bathroom and wondering what it would be like if my brother had a try at it for once. It’s well over 3000 words of crack nonsense that makes no real particular sense. If you squint your eyes a little with the right lighting, you might find some romance in your peripheral view, even, but I’m not going to vouch for that.
Written for a lot of my friends, but also for those people out there who love Kyuhyun and need to get their heads fixed from that mental disease. This is for you guys. ♥
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When Kyuhyun’s girlfriend leaves with some yells and banging doors, he isn’t really impressed. He’s had many girlfriends before her and there’s still a lot of girls out there to choose from so he doesn’t worry. It’s not like she’s irreplaceable.
He settles for some instant ramyun that evening, jamming in half an hour of overtime work in order to be done with it the next day before opening his game. It’s a normal evening and he doesn’t really notice his girlfriend’s gone. It really doesn’t feel like something’s missing in the house, in fact, he quite likes the silence and him being able to spend some time online in peace, without someone nagging about laundry and cleaning all the time.
The only female constant in his life is a girl called KimchiFly, or at least that’s her in game username, who he talks to on a regular basis. She’s cool, knows as much about games as he does and a little more about life. But at least she doesn’t push that knowledge in his face like it’s something he’s supposed to know as well.
theKyu: dangit I’m cold
KimchiFly: get a blanket
theKyu: I don’t even know where the blankets are
theKyu: or if I even have blankets
KimchiFly: put on the heater
theKyu: it’s broken
theKyu: I think they cut off my electricity
KimchiFly: then how does your internet still work?
theKyu: …
theKyu: good point
Four days into being single, he starts to miss decent meals and wonders why it seems like the bed is colder than it should be. He takes a moment to remember his girlfriend’s face only to realise he doesn’t remember it. He clearly remembers her voice, though, while that’s the thing he has always tried his best to block out while she was still around.
He goes out that evening, but every girl he chats with ends up being taken already or too uninterested when he mentions computers. The other half he doesn’t talk to is too drunk for his liking, so the fifth day he wakes up in the too cold bed that starts to get a little too big as well.
He starts to get really lonely when there’s a good program on the television that he wants to watch but his feet are freezing and there’s no one with nice, warm legs to press them again and no one makes him some tea.
The next day he moves his television to his room so that he can at least still talk to people online while he’s watching, that way it feels less lonely.
theKyu: how did we meet again?
KimchiFly: I failed at slaying a dragon, you did it for me
KimchiFly: then you told me you’d honour me with becoming my teacher in game
theKyu: oh yeah
theKyu: be honoured.
One month and a half after being dumped, he takes a shower and the water’s not going down the drain well. When he crouches down for a closer inspection, he finds there’s a lot more to showers than just water coming out of the sprayer and disappearing in the hole. Whatever that lot more is, is unclear to him still at this moment in time, but it sure as hell is dirty. He decides he doesn’t want to take a closer look, grabs a towel and leaves the bathroom to find some clothes.
theKyu: hey Kimch
KimchiFly: yeah?
theKyu: what do you know about showers?
KimchiFly: water comes out of them which you wash yourself with?
KimchiFly: what kind of question is this?
KimchiFly: are you drunk again?
theKyu: never mind
…
theKyu: I only had one beer today, by the way
By the time he’s two months into being single, he craves for some decent food, so he decides to give Donghae a call. His hyung gladly drags him out to ‘some cheap place, but they have the best pizza ever, you have to try this, Kyu’ where he shoves two pizzas with undistinguishable toppings down his throat.
Donghae talks a lot and Kyuhyun pretends to listen while he plans some new gaming strategies, but by the end of the evening he realises again why he only ever goes out with Donghae when there’s someone else around to keep him entertained. There’s too much life to his hyung for him to handle. He prefers a silent drink, an occasional word or two, but the continuous stream of words that comes out of Donghae’s mouth is too hard to block out.
To: Girlfriend
From: Kyuhyun
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Baby, I miss you, why did you leave?
To: Asshole ex-bf
From: Girlfriend
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Oh, after three months you finally noticed I’m gone?
Fuck you, Kyuhyun, I hope you die.
“Hyung what the hell is wrong with my shower?” He nags at Donghae over the phone one day. (talking to him over the phone is safer, he can just hang up when he gets tired of the other’s rambles and pretend the line went dead the next time they talk)
“What do you mean what’s wrong with it?” Donghae asks, obvious confusion in his voice.
“The water’s not running through well and there’s no water coming out of a few holes of the sprayer where it is supposed to come out!” He complains and Donghae sighs on the other side of the line.
“Clean it, Kyuhyun, it’s dirty,” he then says and Kyuhyun wants to curse at him, because really, he didn’t notice that yet! Note the sarcasm.
“Well why the hell is it dirty!?” He almost yells, but Donghae remains calm. Of course Donghae remains calm. He deals with dirty showers and toilets daily, working part time as a concierge in some nearby sporting hall because he needs the money. Kyuhyun needs the money too, but he at least found a decent job that suits his style; research and development at some high tech electronics company.
“Showers do that, Kyuhyun,” Donghae explains meanwhile, something Kyuhyun almost misses because he’s too busy cursing at the other in his mind. “When you use them for a while and don’t clean them they get dirty. You have to clean it.”
“But I never had to in the past!” Kyuhyun protests, five seconds before he realises Donghae’s using an didactic tone to him.
“What do you think your girlfriends did while you were flirting with other girls online?”
He hangs up on Donghae, promises himself not to talk to him for the next month or so and gets back to gaming. It’s just dirt, he tells himself, he can live with it.
There’s no way he’s going to pay someone to get the shower back to how it should be, so he takes his book with addresses one day, set on digging up someone useful. He starts flipping through the pages, finding names he doesn’t even remember anymore after so many years. There’s some names he does remember, though, and he jots them down on a paper. Everyone’s worth a try, he figures, even that fat one from a few years ago. She wasn’t fat when he dated her, but since then has grown quite a few extra kilos. He knows this because she e-mailed him that one day. As if it was his fault and he wanted to do something about it.
He also finds a post it with a number and Call me! written below it. He figures it must be someone that is okay with just a one evening thing, or else they wouldn’t leave post its, so he decides to give the number a try.
To: 0945832934
From: Kyuhyun
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Hey, it’s been a while. Want to meet up?
To: Kyuhyunnie
From: 0945832934
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Oh baby you’re right, it’s been too long!
I asked your appa and we can meet you this weekend.
Should we come to your apartment?
To: Mom x___x
From: Kyuhyun
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I’m sorry mom, something just came up.
Maybe another time.
Tell dad I said hi.
He doesn’t touch numbers without names anymore after that. He does, however, try numbers that do have names and one of them is a girlfriend that he remembers from roughly a year and a half ago. He counts back and figures she must have been like girlfriend number somewhere in the twenty. Her name was Baek Jan Di or something like that. He remembers her because she made the most delicious chicken fried rice he has ever tasted in his life. So he decides to send her a text, but doesn’t really know how to go about the making up thing. They didn’t part in the friendliest of moods.
To: Jan Di
From: Kyuhyun
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Hey you. :) I’m sorry we lost contact. I suffered from cancer for the past year, but I’m better now. Want to meet up?
To: Kyuhyun wtf?
From: Jan Di
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I’m sorry to hear that. I wish I had known so I could have come by and show you how much I don’t give a shit. My boyfriend would love to get introduced to you properly, though.
Microwave chicken fried rice isn’t all too bad either, he decides. He’s not THAT desperate for a clean shower anyway.
He’s well past half of the ex-girlfriends on his list -all having given him disappointing answers which were...well, disappointing- when he grows tired of the whole thing and decides to do it himself. He walks into the bathroom, breathes in the distinct smell of a room that hasn’t been entered or decently cleaned in a month and walks right back out.
Four months after the break up, he grows tired of washing his hair above the kitchen sink (he feels cleaner that way than when he showers) so he invites Donghae to go swimming. They swim a few lengths (or Donghae does, he stays in the shallow part and tries to remember what swimming was like again - paddle your hands, stamp your feet?) and then go for the showers. He takes a long shower, washing himself from head to toe, and takes his time to dry his hair adequately before he leaves the building. Donghae says nothing about it, but he’s giving Kyuhyun judging looks that are ignored. Kyuhyun hasn’t felt so clean and fresh in weeks.
KimchiFly: you should clean your apartment
theKyu: my apartment is fine
KimchiFly: I bet it’s covered in dust, except for that square metre your desk chair is on
theKyu: as if you know what my apartment looks like
…
KimchiFly: you use a vacuum cleaner to clean the house
KimchiFly: just so you know
theKyu: wtf? I didn’t ask anything
KimchiFly: but you WERE wondering
KimchiFly: you’re welcome for telling you
theKyu: you’re such an ass >.>
KimchiFly: love you too <3
Cinderella: u 2 r so married
theKyu: stop creeping on our conversations rella
“Donghae,” he exclaims once the other picks up and he swears he can hear a sigh on the other end.
“I’m not going swimming with you again unless you’re actually going to swim, Kyuhyun.” Donghae tells him before he can even get to the point of the conversation. “Besides I have a girlfriend now. I don’t have time to jump at your every whim.” Kyuhyun’s offended, at the very least.
“What? What are you talking about, I wasn’t calling you to go swimming. How ridiculous would that be? We just went t-” Suddenly he realises what else has been said to him. “Wait. You have a girlfriend? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I did, about.. Let me count..two weeks ago. That time when you accidentally texted me instead of whoever you wanted to coax into having wine at your place.” Donghae explains, seeming bored with him. He huffs, but doesn’t go further into it. That was a rather embarrassing experience after all.
“Anyway,” he therefore changes the subject. “I wasn’t calling you about swimming. I wanted to know what stuff you use to clean those .. things you clean.”
“You what?” Donghae sounds genuinely surprised, and then ruins it a little more when he starts spouting nonsense. “You want to clean? Are you sure? Did you hit your head? Is the hygiene police holding a gun against your head telling you to clean? Did an alien take over your mind?”
“I want to make sure whoever is going to clean for me will have the right things to clean with. Just tell me hyung!” He protests and Donghae sighs, but at least obliges.
Five months into the life of a single man, he wanders into the bathroom, fully equipped with a mouth mask, rubber gloves, a cleaning towel, two bottles of lime out (the names people come up with for things lately) and a bucket with warm water. He walks over to the little sink first, but changes his mind halfway and goes for the shower. His first problem is to somehow get the draining hole free again, so he leans down once he reaches it, only to get back up and almost choke on his own coughing.
His next attempt is better coordinated. First he puts the bucket down, then the bottles of lime out. He kneels down next to his shower (it takes about four minutes before he gets over the fact that it’s all hairy and dusty there) and gives the draining hole another close inspection. He reaches out for it, but stops moments later, stares at it once more and then gets up, fleeing the bathroom.
KimchiFly: I went to the troll cave once
KimchiFly: instant death for sure
theKyu: I swear
Cinderella: so I shouldn’t go there?
Cinderella: hey Kyu
theKyu: showers are the spawn of hell
Cinderella: you still nagging about those showers?
Cinderella: dude get a grip
theKyu: shut up, rella
KimchiFly: no Cin, better don’t go there
KimchiFly: try the Rockfields
KimchiFly: hey kyu
KimchiFly: what did the shower do this time
theKyu: nothing!
theKyu: it’s still the same!
theKyu: it still smells
theKyu: and keeps being dirty
theKyu: tried cleaning it
theKyu: but seriously.. yuck
theKyu: how can anyone stand that?
Cinderella: that’s why they hire cleaning ladies
theKyu: but the shower’s supposed to be clean!
theKyu: and now you tell me I should pay someone to make it how it’s SUPPOSED TO BE?
Cinderella: welcome to life
theKyu: oh go diaf
Two days later he’s back at the shower, face mask and gloves on again, but this time armed with a pair of chopsticks as well. He sits as far away as he possibly can, stretching out his arm to the furthest and carefully picking at the hair that is cluttering the hole. When he finally gets hold of it, he pushes it up, only to stare in horror as he sees the glue-y white bits in between and even some smelly water still dripping off. Moments later he’s running out of the bathroom as fast as he can, trying hard not to throw up in the middle of his hallway.
To: Hae
From: Kyuhyun
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I’m going to kill myself. It was nice knowing you, Hae.
To: Kyu
From: Donghae
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Even in your last text not calling me hyung? I’m disappointed.
Why so melodramatic, though?
To: Hae
From: Kyuhyun
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HOW THE HELL DO I CLEAN A BATHROOM?
To: Kyu
From: Donghae
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Seriously?
To: Kyu
From: Donghae
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Seriously!?
To: Kyu
From: Donghae
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SERIOUSLY?
To: Kyu
From: Donghae
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You’re weak man. It’s just a shower.
You kill ogre trolls for breakfast.
To: Hae
From: Kyuhyun
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Shut up.
I hate you.
I hope you die.
He’s devastated, considers moving just so he can have a clean bathroom again, but then who would buy an apartment with a dirty bathroom? (and honestly, everything else is dirty too) He’s flicking paper balls at his television screen on which some dude is explaining the things going wrong in the world. He’s not gaming because Kimchi isn’t on and he’s pretty sure that if he has to listen to Cinderella’s complaints for even five minutes, he’s going to grab a gun and kill him – guild member or not.
Suddenly the doorbell rings.
“Hey Kyuhyun. I’m here to clean your bathroom.” some girl says, all smiles and happy waves, taking a step inside and hugging his neck for a moment. He can only stare, watching her as she lets go again. She looks at him as if she expects him to say something but he’s too busy figuring out if he’s awake or dreaming to notice. “You okay?” she then asks, feeling his forehead, which is probably the moment when he snaps back to reality.
He looks at her again, really looks at her, and there’s a sense of familiarity, so he starts counting back faces of his ex-girlfriends, trying to see if she’s in that row as well. He keeps counting and counting, until he stops all the way back at number one, when he was seventeen and she was eighteen and she took his hand and pulled him in for his very first kiss. He remembers three sunny months, before they had to part and go to college.
“What is this?” he finally manages to blurt out, blinking at her rather awkwardly. “How did you know where I live? Why do you think my bathroom needs cleaning?” She laughs, pricks a finger in his nose and easily walks past him, finding her way to his bathroom as if she’s been living in the apartment all her life. He stumbles after her to see what she’s up to.
“Who do you think you’ve been nagging at about it for the past six months?” she tells him happily. He stops when he realises what she just said, mouth agape and staring.
“Kimch?” he then questions, disbelief in his voice. Moments later her head pops out from the bathroom again, signature wide grin that he knows so well plastered on her face as she blows a kiss at him and disappears again.
“The one and only.”
[FIC] Valentine's Day
Title: Valentine's Day
Characters: Zhou Mi, Kyuhyun
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.913
Summary: They have a house, a couch and a friendship. Zhou Mi ponders over Valentine's day.
A/N: This story is dedicated to two friends who both weren't feeling as happy last night. I wanted to cheer them up but sadly wasn't able to write this fic in 10 minutes. I finished it later on, however, and am now also posting it up here.
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“How was work?” Kyuhyun questioned from his position on the couch, where he had flopped down after coming home himself. Some laid back variety show was playing on the television, the controller loosely clasped in his hand. When there came no reaction from the person who had just entered the dorm, he turned his body a little so he could look up at the other. Zhou Mi was standing in the hallway, taking off his shoes with a thoughtful expression on his face. When he looked up and saw Kyuhyun’s questioning expression, he blinked and seemed to realise where he was again.
“Mhmwhat?” he asked, seeming unfocused. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes as he watched Zhou Mi put his books on a chair and his bag on the shelf. It was amusing to see the confusion on his face when the redhead walked back to the chair to take something out of his backpack only to find that said bag was not there. For a moment Zhou Mi stared at his books, before turning around with a completely lost expression on his face.
“The shelf.” Kyuhyun helped out, making the redhead look at him again. “What?” Another roll of his eyes accompanied his following words. “Your bag? It’s on the shelf. Over there.” He waved his hand in the general direction of the bookshelves while keeping his eyes on Zhou Mi. “You look distracted today. Anything went wrong at tutoring?” he then continued his questioning, hoping to get a decent answer this time.
“No..” Zhou Mi immediately replied. “No, tutoring went well.” A small smile appeared on his face and he seemed to become more of the cheery person Kyuhyun was used to. “She’s really improving. We had a whole conversation about the weather today. In Chinese.” His smile was a proud one, showing how much progress his student had made, and it made Kyuhyun smile a little too. He knew how much Zhou Mi cared about his students and how well they were doing.
“So if tutoring went well, then what’s bugging you?” He put down the remote and rolled out of the couch. Once he was up on his feet, he easily made his way over to the table as well. “Anything happened in school today?” He opened his arms a little even before he reached the other. The offered hug was gladly taken by Zhou Mi, who basically glued the two of them together as he cuddled close.
“I don’t know, Kuixian.” he muttered then. “I was just thinking... It’s Valentine’s day soon. Shouldn’t we get something? Or do something special? I mean...I don’t think Haejung would appreciate it if you just let it pass, would she?” For a moment Kyuhyun stilled, but then he completely let go of the other and quickly fled back to the couch he had left moments ago.
“You’re in your Valentine mood again, aren’t you?” he questioned, voice sceptic. “I’m so not going to sit through that a second time. You figure out on your own what Mina likes and let me deal with Haejung on my own.” He turned up the volume of the television, knowing Zhou Mi would try to persuade him into coming up with Valentine plans together. “I remember how you had me light candles and spread rose petals in her room. I almost burned down her bed. Not going to do that again this year. You come up with your disasters yourself and I’ll just watch this show in peace. Hyori noona is in it today.”
“Hyori noona?” As expected that drew Zhou Mi’s attention away from the Valentine’s day topic and he quickly walked closer to peer at the screen. The next five moments were spent on discussing how she seemed to look really tired and how she needed to get more rest. Somewhere along the discussion, Zhou Mi made his way around the couch to find a spot next to Kyuhyun, who immediately propped his feet up on the other’s lap. Not ten minutes later, commercials popped up, making Kyuhyun groan in annoyance.
“I swear, these days they’re not playing commercials in between programs, but programs in between commercials.” he complained, making Zhou Mi smile over his usual grumpy self.
“Well, the people making the products need to earn money too.” he replied then, gently picking up Kyuhyun’s feet from his lap, standing up and putting them down again on the couch. “I’ll go make some tea. You want anything?” He paused a moment at the side of the couch, one hand on the back rest, eyes fixed on Kyuhyun. The latter looked up at that, sent him a soft smile and nodded. “Some tea as well, thanks.” he replied, before gluing his eyes to the television again. His hand found the remote again and he lazily zapped through the channels.
It took quite a while for Zhou Mi to return with two mugs of steaming tea, putting the plate down on the table and claiming his spot on the couch again. For that, Kyuhyun had to lift his legs of course, but after some poking and Zhou Mi threatening to just go sit on them, he grudgingly did so. They sat in silence then, both carefully sipping from their tea, looking at the currently playing commercial about diapers. There was a comfortable silence, or at least Kyuhyun thought so. But moments later Zhou Mi broke it again.
“Should I buy her some chocolates?” he suggested, making Kyuhyun almost literally facepalm. If it wasn’t for the cup of tea in his hands, he probably would have. For a moment he contemplated between ignoring the other or smacking the back of his head, but one look at Zhou Mi’s pensive pout made him change his mind. He sighed and sat up a little straighter.
“Maybe you should be original. Give her something aside from chocolates.” he suggested. “I’m going to cook something nice and invite Haejung over since you’ll be gone with Mina. If I make her dinner that will assure me her love for another year. What more do you need? It’s not like Valentine’s day is more special than all the other days you’re together. Especially you and Mina. With both of your busy schedules it’s surprising there are even any days at all that you can spend together.”
Zhou Mi chuckled at that. “It’s not because we’re less physical than you and Haejung that we don’t love each other, you know.” he countered then. “This might surprise you but...” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as Kyuhyun silenced him with a wave of his hand and a short ‘shush!’ when the show started again, the first person in view being Lee Hyori. Both their attention was focused on the screen for a moment, until it turned out that Hyori had actually left for other schedules and the focus of the rest of the show would be on other people.
“What kind of nonsense is that!” Kyuhyun immediately exclaimed. “Have you ever seen a show where the idol leaves halfway? I protest against this! We should send a protest mail to SBS or something.” Zhou Mi took another sip of his tea, before reaching out and patting Kyuhyun’s knee. “Don’t worry, Kuixian, I’m sure there’s plenty of shows online where you can watch Hyori. Just make sure Haejung doesn’t find out about all those DVDs you have of the woman or you can forget about your dinner and being loved for another year. Since when can you cook, actually?”
His hand shot up right in time to prevent a pillow from slamming in his face and he quickly put down his cup of tea to make sure it wouldn’t get damaged in the outburst of Kyuhyun’s mock anger. “I’ll let you know that I’m very good at cooking, you idiot.” the younger bit at him, frowning in obvious displeasure. Zhou Mi merely smiled back, patting the other’s knee once again. “Oh I’m sure you are, Kuixian.” he then soothed, which seemed to calm down Kyuhyun a little. “You surely are a master at the culinary art of ordering in and getting takeout.”
Zhou Mi was out of the couch and fleeing to his room before Kyuhyun had time to react to that, but a pillow flew right past him as he ducked behind the table. “You’re going to take that back before the night is over, Zhou Mi!” the younger threatened, crawling over the backrest of the couch to chase after him. They spent the next twenty minutes on chasing each other around the apartment, throwing insults like they were confetti, a wide grin on Zhou Mi’s face, an even wider one on Kyuhyun’s. After that, they both ended up on the couch again, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling.
“Maybe I should buy her one of those cute dresses.” Zhou Mi then wondered aloud. “With floral patterns, they’re very fashionable again now.” Kyuhyun groaned, rolling his eyes and taking his phone out of his pocket. Several pressed keys and some dial tones later, a cheerful voice sounded up from the other side that Zhou Mi immediately recognised, making him look at his friend in alarm.
“Mina, dear, please tell your hopelessly romantic boyfriend that you wouldn’t mind him giving you a chicken for Valentine’s day as long as he spends it with you. Because if I have to hear him suggest possibly gifts for the rest of the week, you won’t have a boyfriend to celebrate the damn day with.” Kyuhyun stated calmly, making the girl on the other side laugh amused. Zhou Mi was motioning Kyuhyun to shut the hell up, because he wanted to surprise his girlfriend for Valentine’s day, but of course the brat wasn’t listening. “Oh and I think Mimi wants me to tell you that he loves you very much but Hyori is still hotter.” he instead calmly continued.
“Kuixian, what are you doing!?” Zhou Mi exclaimed in pure horror, leaping on the other and pulling the phone out of Kyuhyun’s hand, immediately bringing it to his own ear. “That is not true, Mina!” he wildly stated. “That is not true, I swear! I’ll make it a wonderful day and I won’t share any of my ideas with that … stupid! … ever again!” Once again Mina laughed, before finally getting a word in between all their talking.
“It’s okay, sweetie, I know you’ll do your best. I’m free from six pm, so come pick me up and make the day amazing like always.” she said, the smile audible in her voice. “I have to go now, I’m teaching right now. I’ll text you later, okay? Love you!”
“Love you too.” Zhou Mi quickly replied before she could hang up. The next moment the dial tone told him his girlfriend had hung up again and he immediately turned his displeased face to Kyuhyun. The younger was grinning smugly as if he owned the world, seemingly unaware of the consequences of his actions. Zhou Mi was torn between stuffing the phone in that smug grin and scolding the other, but in the end settled for the easy way out; simply ignoring him. So he got up, took his cup of tea and calmly walked to his room. Kyuhyun let him go, feeling smug and happy he had won the discussion…
...until he realised that Zhou Mi still had his phone while Haejung had said she’d call him later that evening.
Characters: Zhou Mi, Kyuhyun
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.913
Summary: They have a house, a couch and a friendship. Zhou Mi ponders over Valentine's day.
A/N: This story is dedicated to two friends who both weren't feeling as happy last night. I wanted to cheer them up but sadly wasn't able to write this fic in 10 minutes. I finished it later on, however, and am now also posting it up here.
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“How was work?” Kyuhyun questioned from his position on the couch, where he had flopped down after coming home himself. Some laid back variety show was playing on the television, the controller loosely clasped in his hand. When there came no reaction from the person who had just entered the dorm, he turned his body a little so he could look up at the other. Zhou Mi was standing in the hallway, taking off his shoes with a thoughtful expression on his face. When he looked up and saw Kyuhyun’s questioning expression, he blinked and seemed to realise where he was again.
“Mhmwhat?” he asked, seeming unfocused. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes as he watched Zhou Mi put his books on a chair and his bag on the shelf. It was amusing to see the confusion on his face when the redhead walked back to the chair to take something out of his backpack only to find that said bag was not there. For a moment Zhou Mi stared at his books, before turning around with a completely lost expression on his face.
“The shelf.” Kyuhyun helped out, making the redhead look at him again. “What?” Another roll of his eyes accompanied his following words. “Your bag? It’s on the shelf. Over there.” He waved his hand in the general direction of the bookshelves while keeping his eyes on Zhou Mi. “You look distracted today. Anything went wrong at tutoring?” he then continued his questioning, hoping to get a decent answer this time.
“No..” Zhou Mi immediately replied. “No, tutoring went well.” A small smile appeared on his face and he seemed to become more of the cheery person Kyuhyun was used to. “She’s really improving. We had a whole conversation about the weather today. In Chinese.” His smile was a proud one, showing how much progress his student had made, and it made Kyuhyun smile a little too. He knew how much Zhou Mi cared about his students and how well they were doing.
“So if tutoring went well, then what’s bugging you?” He put down the remote and rolled out of the couch. Once he was up on his feet, he easily made his way over to the table as well. “Anything happened in school today?” He opened his arms a little even before he reached the other. The offered hug was gladly taken by Zhou Mi, who basically glued the two of them together as he cuddled close.
“I don’t know, Kuixian.” he muttered then. “I was just thinking... It’s Valentine’s day soon. Shouldn’t we get something? Or do something special? I mean...I don’t think Haejung would appreciate it if you just let it pass, would she?” For a moment Kyuhyun stilled, but then he completely let go of the other and quickly fled back to the couch he had left moments ago.
“You’re in your Valentine mood again, aren’t you?” he questioned, voice sceptic. “I’m so not going to sit through that a second time. You figure out on your own what Mina likes and let me deal with Haejung on my own.” He turned up the volume of the television, knowing Zhou Mi would try to persuade him into coming up with Valentine plans together. “I remember how you had me light candles and spread rose petals in her room. I almost burned down her bed. Not going to do that again this year. You come up with your disasters yourself and I’ll just watch this show in peace. Hyori noona is in it today.”
“Hyori noona?” As expected that drew Zhou Mi’s attention away from the Valentine’s day topic and he quickly walked closer to peer at the screen. The next five moments were spent on discussing how she seemed to look really tired and how she needed to get more rest. Somewhere along the discussion, Zhou Mi made his way around the couch to find a spot next to Kyuhyun, who immediately propped his feet up on the other’s lap. Not ten minutes later, commercials popped up, making Kyuhyun groan in annoyance.
“I swear, these days they’re not playing commercials in between programs, but programs in between commercials.” he complained, making Zhou Mi smile over his usual grumpy self.
“Well, the people making the products need to earn money too.” he replied then, gently picking up Kyuhyun’s feet from his lap, standing up and putting them down again on the couch. “I’ll go make some tea. You want anything?” He paused a moment at the side of the couch, one hand on the back rest, eyes fixed on Kyuhyun. The latter looked up at that, sent him a soft smile and nodded. “Some tea as well, thanks.” he replied, before gluing his eyes to the television again. His hand found the remote again and he lazily zapped through the channels.
It took quite a while for Zhou Mi to return with two mugs of steaming tea, putting the plate down on the table and claiming his spot on the couch again. For that, Kyuhyun had to lift his legs of course, but after some poking and Zhou Mi threatening to just go sit on them, he grudgingly did so. They sat in silence then, both carefully sipping from their tea, looking at the currently playing commercial about diapers. There was a comfortable silence, or at least Kyuhyun thought so. But moments later Zhou Mi broke it again.
“Should I buy her some chocolates?” he suggested, making Kyuhyun almost literally facepalm. If it wasn’t for the cup of tea in his hands, he probably would have. For a moment he contemplated between ignoring the other or smacking the back of his head, but one look at Zhou Mi’s pensive pout made him change his mind. He sighed and sat up a little straighter.
“Maybe you should be original. Give her something aside from chocolates.” he suggested. “I’m going to cook something nice and invite Haejung over since you’ll be gone with Mina. If I make her dinner that will assure me her love for another year. What more do you need? It’s not like Valentine’s day is more special than all the other days you’re together. Especially you and Mina. With both of your busy schedules it’s surprising there are even any days at all that you can spend together.”
Zhou Mi chuckled at that. “It’s not because we’re less physical than you and Haejung that we don’t love each other, you know.” he countered then. “This might surprise you but...” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as Kyuhyun silenced him with a wave of his hand and a short ‘shush!’ when the show started again, the first person in view being Lee Hyori. Both their attention was focused on the screen for a moment, until it turned out that Hyori had actually left for other schedules and the focus of the rest of the show would be on other people.
“What kind of nonsense is that!” Kyuhyun immediately exclaimed. “Have you ever seen a show where the idol leaves halfway? I protest against this! We should send a protest mail to SBS or something.” Zhou Mi took another sip of his tea, before reaching out and patting Kyuhyun’s knee. “Don’t worry, Kuixian, I’m sure there’s plenty of shows online where you can watch Hyori. Just make sure Haejung doesn’t find out about all those DVDs you have of the woman or you can forget about your dinner and being loved for another year. Since when can you cook, actually?”
His hand shot up right in time to prevent a pillow from slamming in his face and he quickly put down his cup of tea to make sure it wouldn’t get damaged in the outburst of Kyuhyun’s mock anger. “I’ll let you know that I’m very good at cooking, you idiot.” the younger bit at him, frowning in obvious displeasure. Zhou Mi merely smiled back, patting the other’s knee once again. “Oh I’m sure you are, Kuixian.” he then soothed, which seemed to calm down Kyuhyun a little. “You surely are a master at the culinary art of ordering in and getting takeout.”
Zhou Mi was out of the couch and fleeing to his room before Kyuhyun had time to react to that, but a pillow flew right past him as he ducked behind the table. “You’re going to take that back before the night is over, Zhou Mi!” the younger threatened, crawling over the backrest of the couch to chase after him. They spent the next twenty minutes on chasing each other around the apartment, throwing insults like they were confetti, a wide grin on Zhou Mi’s face, an even wider one on Kyuhyun’s. After that, they both ended up on the couch again, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling.
“Maybe I should buy her one of those cute dresses.” Zhou Mi then wondered aloud. “With floral patterns, they’re very fashionable again now.” Kyuhyun groaned, rolling his eyes and taking his phone out of his pocket. Several pressed keys and some dial tones later, a cheerful voice sounded up from the other side that Zhou Mi immediately recognised, making him look at his friend in alarm.
“Mina, dear, please tell your hopelessly romantic boyfriend that you wouldn’t mind him giving you a chicken for Valentine’s day as long as he spends it with you. Because if I have to hear him suggest possibly gifts for the rest of the week, you won’t have a boyfriend to celebrate the damn day with.” Kyuhyun stated calmly, making the girl on the other side laugh amused. Zhou Mi was motioning Kyuhyun to shut the hell up, because he wanted to surprise his girlfriend for Valentine’s day, but of course the brat wasn’t listening. “Oh and I think Mimi wants me to tell you that he loves you very much but Hyori is still hotter.” he instead calmly continued.
“Kuixian, what are you doing!?” Zhou Mi exclaimed in pure horror, leaping on the other and pulling the phone out of Kyuhyun’s hand, immediately bringing it to his own ear. “That is not true, Mina!” he wildly stated. “That is not true, I swear! I’ll make it a wonderful day and I won’t share any of my ideas with that … stupid! … ever again!” Once again Mina laughed, before finally getting a word in between all their talking.
“It’s okay, sweetie, I know you’ll do your best. I’m free from six pm, so come pick me up and make the day amazing like always.” she said, the smile audible in her voice. “I have to go now, I’m teaching right now. I’ll text you later, okay? Love you!”
“Love you too.” Zhou Mi quickly replied before she could hang up. The next moment the dial tone told him his girlfriend had hung up again and he immediately turned his displeased face to Kyuhyun. The younger was grinning smugly as if he owned the world, seemingly unaware of the consequences of his actions. Zhou Mi was torn between stuffing the phone in that smug grin and scolding the other, but in the end settled for the easy way out; simply ignoring him. So he got up, took his cup of tea and calmly walked to his room. Kyuhyun let him go, feeling smug and happy he had won the discussion…
...until he realised that Zhou Mi still had his phone while Haejung had said she’d call him later that evening.
[FIC] Opposites
Title: Opposites
Characters: Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2.882
Summary: Two enemies set out to save a common friend
A/N: I go straight against the Kyuminism because so many people are for it, but since my Twinnie asked for Kyuminhyuk, they're of course in this. I just made it easy for myself to write them and I really enjoyed this all. So I hope you all do too.
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Cho Kyuhyun and Lee Sungmin were like fire and water, heaven and earth, up and down, left and right,.. To put it short, they were complete opposites. Yet for the sole purpose of finding their lost friend, Hyukjae, they teamed up to go look for him in the mountains of Australia. They set off with a tent, a sleeping bag each and two heavy backpacks filled with food, drinks and the needed clothing.
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Sungmin sighed as he looked at the other, already vast asleep despite the hard ground, the creeping cold and the raging storm. After a few moments of doubt, he finally lifted his hand and softly pushed his companion. There came no reaction. He shook his head in disbelief, before lifting his foot and basically kicking the other from underneath the sleeping bag. The assaulted person cursed as he woke up and quickly scrambled back to his warm spot.
“Bloody hell, Ming!” he hissed when his eyes found the culprit. “I’m sleeping! Can’t you see that?”
“I was able to hear it, that’s a given. But dang, you idiot, I’m cold.” the other replied, lifting an arm to prove his words by showing the goose bumps on it. A sigh escaped the lips of the one who had so forcefully been woken up.
“Alright, alright. Get over here.” he then said as he rolled his eyes and lifted up a corner of his sleeping bag. Sungmin immediately took hold of the opportunity and scooted closer to the other, pulling his own sleeping bag over them as well to give them even more warmth. The moment his cold fingers touched the other, however, Kyuhyun quickly pulled away from him, cursing under his breath. “Shit, dude, you’re freezing.”
“No really? I told you I’m cold, you idiot.” Sungmin snapped back, before cuddling up against Kyuhyun’s warm body. The latter sighed, but wrapped his arms around the other nonetheless, just to make him warm up. He wasn’t about to let his companion freeze to death when they were trying to save Hyukjae. It didn’t really help that he couldn’t stand Sungmin at all, but at least the pink-loving King of Gays had stopped talking now. “And don’t even think about throwing me out from under the sleeping bags over night, you smelly piece of cow shit.” Or maybe not.
“I love you too, Ming.” he replied sarcastically. “Just sleep. We have to get up early, remember?” He closed his eyes shut and wished in vain that his ears could be closed as well. Luckily the other didn’t speak anymore and he soon found himself drifting off into the much needed sleep.
~*~
He woke up to find a strange vivid light around him. When he turned his head, he noticed Sungmin still sleeping beside him. A small smirk formed on his face and he got up from under the sleeping bag, only to pull both of them off of his companion. He then turned to the entrance of the tent and opened it to look outside. Everything was white. Not just white, but WHITE. No matter where he looked there was white staring back.
“What the hell?” he cursed disbelievingly. “We’re in frigging AUSTRALIA, what’s the fucking SNOW doing here?” The last words were yelled, waking up an already shivering Sungmin.
“W-what are you t-talking about, c-chickenshit?” he mumbled through chattering teeth, using yet another insult, although he was still groggy from sleep and trembling with cold. “There is no s-snow in Aus-stralia.”
“Tell that to the surroundings, smartass.” Kyuhyun snapped, grabbing a hand of the ice cold substance and throwing it at the other. Sungmin didn’t even flinch when the icy snow fell on his leg and Kyuhyun realised with a shock that his companion had for some reason taken off his pants and pullover while asleep, so he was now basically freezing in the hardly liveable temperature of the tent.
“What the hell did you do, you moron?” he immediately yelled, taking both the sleeping bags and tucking them tightly around Sungmin. “Do you WANT to die or something? Did you forget that we are trying to find a lost person here. I don’t need you to go all suicidal on me as well, you know!” While shouting those words, he plopped down next to the other boy and wrapped his arms around the heap of boy and sleeping bags.
“I’m s-sorry Kyu, it was j-just so w-warm last n-night in your emb-brace.” The chattering of Sungmin’s teeth slowly began to lessen. Pretty soon after the both of them had fallen asleep again, oblivious to the still raging snowstorm outside.
~*~
The next time Kyuhyun woke up, it was because he was the one being cold. He felt his teeth chatter and his body tremble because of the lack of sleeping bags to cover him. He muttered something silently under his breath, before taking the sleeping bag and scooting under it as well. When his cold fingers touched the other boy’s skin however, Sungmin woke up too.
“Kyuhyun? What are you doing?” he asked, still halfway asleep.
“It’s cold you moron, I’m trying to warm up.” he hissed back.
“Yah! Did you sleep outside of the blankets? Are you stupid?” Sungmin scolded, getting up as he said those words. “It’s snowing outside and.. Wait. Is it really snowing?”
“Yes, you fucking idiot! I told you before!” Kyuhyun retorted, savouring the nice warmth of the sleeping bags. “We’re in frigging Australia and it’s frigging snowing!” Sungmin quickly scooted out from under the sleeping bags and zipped open the tent to look outside, but was met with a huge wall of snow nearly crashing on him. He managed to zip the tent close again right on time.
“It looks like we’re stuck in here.” he then said, turning around to face Kyuhyun. The youngest of the two opened an eye and looked at his companion for a moment.
“What do you mean?” he asked, not really interested.
“Oh you heard me. Wake up and get a grip, Cho Kyuhyun.” Sungmin snapped, finally losing his patience. For the sake of finding their mutual friend, they had cooperated on their road through the vastness of Australia’s deserted mountains, but now that they were already on the road for a full three days, they had seen enough of each other and were ready and willing to grab a gun and kill either themselves or the other. Preferably the latter. “There’s snow covering our whole tent.”
“So push it away, it’s no big deal.” Kyuhyun mumbled, closing his eyes again.
“Don’t get smart with me, you dumbass.” Sungmin hissed back.
“If I got smart with you, how would you know?” Kyuhyun said to that, pulling the sleeping bag over his head to drown out the other one’s nagging. All it earned him, however, was a heavy kick in the stomach, making him slid to the other side of the tent as he grabbed his middle in pain, immediately wide awake again. “What was that for!?” he shouted in shock.
“With your IQ, I don’t think you would understand.” Sungmin told him coldly, without looking up from rummaging through his backpack. Kyuhyun stared at him for a while, mouth opening and closing as he tried to say something, but when nothing came out, he finally scrambled towards the entrance and pushed against the fabric of the tent. The huge heap of snow seemed to bulge, so he did it a few more times, before zipping open the tent again. When he saw they were still caved in, he started to understand the seriousness of their situation.
“Hey, you moron, we’re stuck in here.” he said slightly shocked, as he turned to look at the other.
“Oh really, genius? I told you that FIVE FUCKING MINUTES AGO!” Sungmin shouted, pushing Kyuhyun out into the snow as he threw a spoon and a pair of gloves at him. “Have fun digging your way out.” he snapped, before zipping the tent shut again.
“Yah! What do you think you’re doing!?” Kyuhyun shouted from outside, banging on the tent that could not be opened from outside unless one destroyed it. “Yah! You pink-obsessed drag queen! Let me in! Yah” When no visible or other reply came, he cursed loudly and turned to the heap of snow surrounding him to start digging a way through.
~*~
Five hours later they found themselves both back inside of the tent. The snow around them had turned out to be too frozen to dig through. Sungmin, not being a murderer, had let Kyuhyun back in after half an hour. They had been sitting each at the other side, shivering and trembling like there was no tomorrow. At first they had sent each other deadly glares, but as time passed and the cold increased, they found that there was no point in trying to kill the other with glares when they were almost dying from cold themselves. It was only after two more hours that Sungmin finally gave in to the cold and got over his stubbornness.
“Fine, you idiot, I’ll say it. I’m sorry, okay? Can we now sit closer again? I don’t really feel like freezing here.” he mumbled, looking straight at the other again for the first time in hours.
“You sound so sorry it almost makes the snow outside melt.” Kyuhyun replied sarcastically, but he moved a little anyway so that Sungmin could sit next to him. Once they sat side to side, they draped the sleeping bags over both their bodies. Without really thinking about it, Kyuhyun put his arms around Sungmin and pulled him closer. The latter didn’t have anything to object to that, but merely rested his head on Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
Another three hours later they found themselves dozing off at times because it started to become warmer in the tent. Yet Sungmin knew the sole reason for that and he wasn’t really feeling all too well about it. Outside, the storm rumbled on, making them hear all kinds of strange noises. There was screeching, the relentless sound of distant thunder at times even and for some strange reason also a never ending ticking that seemed to come closer together with the storm.
“Kyuhyun..” Sungmin finally said, when the noise became louder and louder. “We might run out of oxygen.” The moment he said the words, however, he realised the truth in them and suddenly his fear that had been building ever since he found out they were snowed in rose to the surface and he felt his body starting to shake. “We might die here.” he continued his rambling. “Then Hyukjae will forever be lost in the mountains and I’ll die without ever having heard my name said properly by you and..”
“Yah, you moron, we’re not going to die.” Kyuhyun interrupted him, patting his arm in an awkward way of trying to calm him down. “Don’t go all dramatic on me just so that I would stop calling you moron. It’s not going to work, you smartass.” Sungmin huffed at those words, but there was a slight smile on his face anyway and Kyuhyun’s confidence seemed to work on him.
“At least I’m the smartass. You’re the dumbass of us two.” he retorted, punching his companion playfully in the side at the remark.
“Well my ass is not supposed to be smart, it’s supposed to be sat on.” Those words coming from Kyuhyun made Sungmin chuckle softly and he closed his eyes. “Catch a bit of sleep, we’ll get back to digging a path through the snow when we wake up. I think I know a way to get us out.” Kyuhyun then proceeded to say, before resting his head against the tent and snow behind him and closing his eyes as well. It didn’t take them too long to drift off into sleep again.
~*~
Sungmin woke up with the strange feeling that someone was eyeing him. He sleepily opened his eyes and stared ahead for a while. When he realised that he was looking at someone’s crotch, his cheeks immediately turned slightly red and he quickly averted his eyes. The first thing he saw was Kyuhyun, still vast asleep. Realising that it must be something else making him feel uncomfortable, he slowly untangled his arms from Kyuhyun’s and turned his head to search for his backpack. What he saw the moment his eyes scanned the tent made him freeze in his movements and then suddenly lunch forward.
“Hyukjae-ah!” he called out in excitement as he practically assaulted his best friend. The unsuspecting boy toppled over and they ended up falling on the ground, laughing and hugging. “You’re alive!” Sungmin managed to get out at a certain point in between laughter and chuckling. He hugged the other tightly and hid his face against Hyukjae’s chest. “I thought you were somewhere lost in the mountains and then we went to save you and then we got snowed in and.. How did you get in? We were snowed in.” Hyukjae merely laughed, patting Sungmin’s back.
“It’s alright, Min, it’s alright. I managed to get back only hours after you two had set off to find me. They told me you two had left, so I went to get help to find you in the mountains, as they had predicted a snowstorm to happen. We set off a day after you did, but then it took us two days to find you and you were all covered in snow. We needed the whole of this day to dig you out, but finally we managed. Luckily we had brought enough material to do so. I’m glad we dug you out on time, before you two ran out of oxygen.” he then explained, rubbing his friend’s back and smiling all the way through.
“I spent three days in the presence of that damned Cho Kyuhyun. I can’t even believe you’re really here, am I not dreaming?” Sungmin exclaimed again, looking up from Hyukjae’s chest and waiting for some kind of affirmation. Hyukjae only shook his head and smiled, to which Sungmin started grinning brightly. “Ah, Hyukkie, I really thought you were dead! I’m so glad you aren’t!” he cheered, subconsciously leaning in and pecking his friend on the lips. When he realised that after another few moments of happily beaming, he turned a shade of tomato-red and shied away from his friend a little.
“Get a room you two.” another voice suddenly broke the slightly awkward moment and both Sungmin and Hyukjae turned to look at the third person in the tent. Kyuhyun was eyeing them with a mixture of amusement and disgust. “So we go out to save your behind and you end up saving ours, huh?” he then added to his earlier words, obviously addressing Hyukjae. The latter grinned and nodded.
“Super Hyukjae saves the day.” he said, grinning widely. He then looked back at Sungmin, who was staring at the ground again shyly, and patted his friend’s head. “It’s alright, Min, you were just a little overactive.” he said amused. It only made Sungmin hide his face against Hyukjae’s chest again.
“Ah, Hyukkie, I feel so embarrassed now.” he muttered, silent enough for Kyuhyun not to hear. The latter was calmly wrapping up their sleeping bags again and putting them away, not even sparing the two hugging friends another glance. “You see how much I care for you? I went out into the snow with him with only one tent and I really can’t stand him. He always insults me.” Sungmin went on complaining. Hyukjae only laughed and pulled his friend closer to him for another moment, before letting go.
“So we can go home now?” Kyuhyun asked right at that moment, very uninterestedly. “I’m getting kind of sick of having to be in this pink-lover’s presence.” He glanced up at his older friend, only to get an amused smile from him. “What are you smirking at, silly?” he snapped, but he was smiling nonetheless, showing that he wasn’t actually as annoyed as he sounded like.
“You two still didn’t become friends?” Hyukjae wondered out loud, looking from Sungmin to Kyuhyun. “One would think you were best mates or even boyfriends seeing as how you were nicely sleeping just before.” He chuckled at the memory and got up to help Kyuhyun with packing the bags. Sungmin sighed as he watched the two work for a moment.
“Well.. Apart from the snarky comments, the constant annoyingness, the star gazing arrogance and the complete lack of IQ, Kyuhyun is quite alright.” he then said walking towards the backpacks as well and quickly organising his stuff the way it was supposed to be. There came a short laugh from Hyukjae in response to his words and Kyuhyun huffed in amusement.
“If you weren’t such a pink-obsessed King of Gays, you wouldn’t be so bad either.” the youngest then said, grabbing his backpack and throwing it over his shoulder as he walked out of the tent. Sungmin stuck out his tongue at Kyuhyun’s back and then rolled his eyes at Hyukjae, who merely laughed at it all. After making sure they had gotten everything in the tent with them, they followed Kyuhyun out and Sungmin happily locked arms with his best friend.
Characters: Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2.882
Summary: Two enemies set out to save a common friend
A/N: I go straight against the Kyuminism because so many people are for it, but since my Twinnie asked for Kyuminhyuk, they're of course in this. I just made it easy for myself to write them and I really enjoyed this all. So I hope you all do too.
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Cho Kyuhyun and Lee Sungmin were like fire and water, heaven and earth, up and down, left and right,.. To put it short, they were complete opposites. Yet for the sole purpose of finding their lost friend, Hyukjae, they teamed up to go look for him in the mountains of Australia. They set off with a tent, a sleeping bag each and two heavy backpacks filled with food, drinks and the needed clothing.
~*~
Sungmin sighed as he looked at the other, already vast asleep despite the hard ground, the creeping cold and the raging storm. After a few moments of doubt, he finally lifted his hand and softly pushed his companion. There came no reaction. He shook his head in disbelief, before lifting his foot and basically kicking the other from underneath the sleeping bag. The assaulted person cursed as he woke up and quickly scrambled back to his warm spot.
“Bloody hell, Ming!” he hissed when his eyes found the culprit. “I’m sleeping! Can’t you see that?”
“I was able to hear it, that’s a given. But dang, you idiot, I’m cold.” the other replied, lifting an arm to prove his words by showing the goose bumps on it. A sigh escaped the lips of the one who had so forcefully been woken up.
“Alright, alright. Get over here.” he then said as he rolled his eyes and lifted up a corner of his sleeping bag. Sungmin immediately took hold of the opportunity and scooted closer to the other, pulling his own sleeping bag over them as well to give them even more warmth. The moment his cold fingers touched the other, however, Kyuhyun quickly pulled away from him, cursing under his breath. “Shit, dude, you’re freezing.”
“No really? I told you I’m cold, you idiot.” Sungmin snapped back, before cuddling up against Kyuhyun’s warm body. The latter sighed, but wrapped his arms around the other nonetheless, just to make him warm up. He wasn’t about to let his companion freeze to death when they were trying to save Hyukjae. It didn’t really help that he couldn’t stand Sungmin at all, but at least the pink-loving King of Gays had stopped talking now. “And don’t even think about throwing me out from under the sleeping bags over night, you smelly piece of cow shit.” Or maybe not.
“I love you too, Ming.” he replied sarcastically. “Just sleep. We have to get up early, remember?” He closed his eyes shut and wished in vain that his ears could be closed as well. Luckily the other didn’t speak anymore and he soon found himself drifting off into the much needed sleep.
~*~
He woke up to find a strange vivid light around him. When he turned his head, he noticed Sungmin still sleeping beside him. A small smirk formed on his face and he got up from under the sleeping bag, only to pull both of them off of his companion. He then turned to the entrance of the tent and opened it to look outside. Everything was white. Not just white, but WHITE. No matter where he looked there was white staring back.
“What the hell?” he cursed disbelievingly. “We’re in frigging AUSTRALIA, what’s the fucking SNOW doing here?” The last words were yelled, waking up an already shivering Sungmin.
“W-what are you t-talking about, c-chickenshit?” he mumbled through chattering teeth, using yet another insult, although he was still groggy from sleep and trembling with cold. “There is no s-snow in Aus-stralia.”
“Tell that to the surroundings, smartass.” Kyuhyun snapped, grabbing a hand of the ice cold substance and throwing it at the other. Sungmin didn’t even flinch when the icy snow fell on his leg and Kyuhyun realised with a shock that his companion had for some reason taken off his pants and pullover while asleep, so he was now basically freezing in the hardly liveable temperature of the tent.
“What the hell did you do, you moron?” he immediately yelled, taking both the sleeping bags and tucking them tightly around Sungmin. “Do you WANT to die or something? Did you forget that we are trying to find a lost person here. I don’t need you to go all suicidal on me as well, you know!” While shouting those words, he plopped down next to the other boy and wrapped his arms around the heap of boy and sleeping bags.
“I’m s-sorry Kyu, it was j-just so w-warm last n-night in your emb-brace.” The chattering of Sungmin’s teeth slowly began to lessen. Pretty soon after the both of them had fallen asleep again, oblivious to the still raging snowstorm outside.
~*~
The next time Kyuhyun woke up, it was because he was the one being cold. He felt his teeth chatter and his body tremble because of the lack of sleeping bags to cover him. He muttered something silently under his breath, before taking the sleeping bag and scooting under it as well. When his cold fingers touched the other boy’s skin however, Sungmin woke up too.
“Kyuhyun? What are you doing?” he asked, still halfway asleep.
“It’s cold you moron, I’m trying to warm up.” he hissed back.
“Yah! Did you sleep outside of the blankets? Are you stupid?” Sungmin scolded, getting up as he said those words. “It’s snowing outside and.. Wait. Is it really snowing?”
“Yes, you fucking idiot! I told you before!” Kyuhyun retorted, savouring the nice warmth of the sleeping bags. “We’re in frigging Australia and it’s frigging snowing!” Sungmin quickly scooted out from under the sleeping bags and zipped open the tent to look outside, but was met with a huge wall of snow nearly crashing on him. He managed to zip the tent close again right on time.
“It looks like we’re stuck in here.” he then said, turning around to face Kyuhyun. The youngest of the two opened an eye and looked at his companion for a moment.
“What do you mean?” he asked, not really interested.
“Oh you heard me. Wake up and get a grip, Cho Kyuhyun.” Sungmin snapped, finally losing his patience. For the sake of finding their mutual friend, they had cooperated on their road through the vastness of Australia’s deserted mountains, but now that they were already on the road for a full three days, they had seen enough of each other and were ready and willing to grab a gun and kill either themselves or the other. Preferably the latter. “There’s snow covering our whole tent.”
“So push it away, it’s no big deal.” Kyuhyun mumbled, closing his eyes again.
“Don’t get smart with me, you dumbass.” Sungmin hissed back.
“If I got smart with you, how would you know?” Kyuhyun said to that, pulling the sleeping bag over his head to drown out the other one’s nagging. All it earned him, however, was a heavy kick in the stomach, making him slid to the other side of the tent as he grabbed his middle in pain, immediately wide awake again. “What was that for!?” he shouted in shock.
“With your IQ, I don’t think you would understand.” Sungmin told him coldly, without looking up from rummaging through his backpack. Kyuhyun stared at him for a while, mouth opening and closing as he tried to say something, but when nothing came out, he finally scrambled towards the entrance and pushed against the fabric of the tent. The huge heap of snow seemed to bulge, so he did it a few more times, before zipping open the tent again. When he saw they were still caved in, he started to understand the seriousness of their situation.
“Hey, you moron, we’re stuck in here.” he said slightly shocked, as he turned to look at the other.
“Oh really, genius? I told you that FIVE FUCKING MINUTES AGO!” Sungmin shouted, pushing Kyuhyun out into the snow as he threw a spoon and a pair of gloves at him. “Have fun digging your way out.” he snapped, before zipping the tent shut again.
“Yah! What do you think you’re doing!?” Kyuhyun shouted from outside, banging on the tent that could not be opened from outside unless one destroyed it. “Yah! You pink-obsessed drag queen! Let me in! Yah” When no visible or other reply came, he cursed loudly and turned to the heap of snow surrounding him to start digging a way through.
~*~
Five hours later they found themselves both back inside of the tent. The snow around them had turned out to be too frozen to dig through. Sungmin, not being a murderer, had let Kyuhyun back in after half an hour. They had been sitting each at the other side, shivering and trembling like there was no tomorrow. At first they had sent each other deadly glares, but as time passed and the cold increased, they found that there was no point in trying to kill the other with glares when they were almost dying from cold themselves. It was only after two more hours that Sungmin finally gave in to the cold and got over his stubbornness.
“Fine, you idiot, I’ll say it. I’m sorry, okay? Can we now sit closer again? I don’t really feel like freezing here.” he mumbled, looking straight at the other again for the first time in hours.
“You sound so sorry it almost makes the snow outside melt.” Kyuhyun replied sarcastically, but he moved a little anyway so that Sungmin could sit next to him. Once they sat side to side, they draped the sleeping bags over both their bodies. Without really thinking about it, Kyuhyun put his arms around Sungmin and pulled him closer. The latter didn’t have anything to object to that, but merely rested his head on Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
Another three hours later they found themselves dozing off at times because it started to become warmer in the tent. Yet Sungmin knew the sole reason for that and he wasn’t really feeling all too well about it. Outside, the storm rumbled on, making them hear all kinds of strange noises. There was screeching, the relentless sound of distant thunder at times even and for some strange reason also a never ending ticking that seemed to come closer together with the storm.
“Kyuhyun..” Sungmin finally said, when the noise became louder and louder. “We might run out of oxygen.” The moment he said the words, however, he realised the truth in them and suddenly his fear that had been building ever since he found out they were snowed in rose to the surface and he felt his body starting to shake. “We might die here.” he continued his rambling. “Then Hyukjae will forever be lost in the mountains and I’ll die without ever having heard my name said properly by you and..”
“Yah, you moron, we’re not going to die.” Kyuhyun interrupted him, patting his arm in an awkward way of trying to calm him down. “Don’t go all dramatic on me just so that I would stop calling you moron. It’s not going to work, you smartass.” Sungmin huffed at those words, but there was a slight smile on his face anyway and Kyuhyun’s confidence seemed to work on him.
“At least I’m the smartass. You’re the dumbass of us two.” he retorted, punching his companion playfully in the side at the remark.
“Well my ass is not supposed to be smart, it’s supposed to be sat on.” Those words coming from Kyuhyun made Sungmin chuckle softly and he closed his eyes. “Catch a bit of sleep, we’ll get back to digging a path through the snow when we wake up. I think I know a way to get us out.” Kyuhyun then proceeded to say, before resting his head against the tent and snow behind him and closing his eyes as well. It didn’t take them too long to drift off into sleep again.
~*~
Sungmin woke up with the strange feeling that someone was eyeing him. He sleepily opened his eyes and stared ahead for a while. When he realised that he was looking at someone’s crotch, his cheeks immediately turned slightly red and he quickly averted his eyes. The first thing he saw was Kyuhyun, still vast asleep. Realising that it must be something else making him feel uncomfortable, he slowly untangled his arms from Kyuhyun’s and turned his head to search for his backpack. What he saw the moment his eyes scanned the tent made him freeze in his movements and then suddenly lunch forward.
“Hyukjae-ah!” he called out in excitement as he practically assaulted his best friend. The unsuspecting boy toppled over and they ended up falling on the ground, laughing and hugging. “You’re alive!” Sungmin managed to get out at a certain point in between laughter and chuckling. He hugged the other tightly and hid his face against Hyukjae’s chest. “I thought you were somewhere lost in the mountains and then we went to save you and then we got snowed in and.. How did you get in? We were snowed in.” Hyukjae merely laughed, patting Sungmin’s back.
“It’s alright, Min, it’s alright. I managed to get back only hours after you two had set off to find me. They told me you two had left, so I went to get help to find you in the mountains, as they had predicted a snowstorm to happen. We set off a day after you did, but then it took us two days to find you and you were all covered in snow. We needed the whole of this day to dig you out, but finally we managed. Luckily we had brought enough material to do so. I’m glad we dug you out on time, before you two ran out of oxygen.” he then explained, rubbing his friend’s back and smiling all the way through.
“I spent three days in the presence of that damned Cho Kyuhyun. I can’t even believe you’re really here, am I not dreaming?” Sungmin exclaimed again, looking up from Hyukjae’s chest and waiting for some kind of affirmation. Hyukjae only shook his head and smiled, to which Sungmin started grinning brightly. “Ah, Hyukkie, I really thought you were dead! I’m so glad you aren’t!” he cheered, subconsciously leaning in and pecking his friend on the lips. When he realised that after another few moments of happily beaming, he turned a shade of tomato-red and shied away from his friend a little.
“Get a room you two.” another voice suddenly broke the slightly awkward moment and both Sungmin and Hyukjae turned to look at the third person in the tent. Kyuhyun was eyeing them with a mixture of amusement and disgust. “So we go out to save your behind and you end up saving ours, huh?” he then added to his earlier words, obviously addressing Hyukjae. The latter grinned and nodded.
“Super Hyukjae saves the day.” he said, grinning widely. He then looked back at Sungmin, who was staring at the ground again shyly, and patted his friend’s head. “It’s alright, Min, you were just a little overactive.” he said amused. It only made Sungmin hide his face against Hyukjae’s chest again.
“Ah, Hyukkie, I feel so embarrassed now.” he muttered, silent enough for Kyuhyun not to hear. The latter was calmly wrapping up their sleeping bags again and putting them away, not even sparing the two hugging friends another glance. “You see how much I care for you? I went out into the snow with him with only one tent and I really can’t stand him. He always insults me.” Sungmin went on complaining. Hyukjae only laughed and pulled his friend closer to him for another moment, before letting go.
“So we can go home now?” Kyuhyun asked right at that moment, very uninterestedly. “I’m getting kind of sick of having to be in this pink-lover’s presence.” He glanced up at his older friend, only to get an amused smile from him. “What are you smirking at, silly?” he snapped, but he was smiling nonetheless, showing that he wasn’t actually as annoyed as he sounded like.
“You two still didn’t become friends?” Hyukjae wondered out loud, looking from Sungmin to Kyuhyun. “One would think you were best mates or even boyfriends seeing as how you were nicely sleeping just before.” He chuckled at the memory and got up to help Kyuhyun with packing the bags. Sungmin sighed as he watched the two work for a moment.
“Well.. Apart from the snarky comments, the constant annoyingness, the star gazing arrogance and the complete lack of IQ, Kyuhyun is quite alright.” he then said walking towards the backpacks as well and quickly organising his stuff the way it was supposed to be. There came a short laugh from Hyukjae in response to his words and Kyuhyun huffed in amusement.
“If you weren’t such a pink-obsessed King of Gays, you wouldn’t be so bad either.” the youngest then said, grabbing his backpack and throwing it over his shoulder as he walked out of the tent. Sungmin stuck out his tongue at Kyuhyun’s back and then rolled his eyes at Hyukjae, who merely laughed at it all. After making sure they had gotten everything in the tent with them, they followed Kyuhyun out and Sungmin happily locked arms with his best friend.
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