Title: Playground
Characters: Heechul, Leeteuk
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 707
Summary: If life were a playground, things might have been different.
A/N: Ahh.. The last one.. This one has a flashback/retelling of the past in there. It should be noticeable, but just saying it again so you don't get confused. ^.^ I like this one. <3 It seems I enjoy writing Leechul/Heeteuk. ^.^
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“If you and I had met on the playground.” Leeteuk had said, making Heechul look up in surprise at the interruption of the silence. “I would have been the shy kid and you would have been the bully stealing my lunch money, right?” The image had made Heechul laugh, before nodding a bit in agreement. There had been more silence and Heechul had gone back to texting until the other had broken the silence again. “Then why do you listen to me now?” Heechul had looked up again and, seeing the utter loss in his friend’s eyes, had frowned.
“What kind of question is that?” he had asked with a little laugh, putting down his phone to concentrate on the conversation. “Why did you come up with something silly as that? I listen to you because you are my leader and you know best what’s right and wrong. I listen to you because I trust you and believe that you are worthy to be listened to. I listen to you because at a certain point in time I decided and promised to do so, so now I do.”
And now here he is, arms wrapped around Leeteuk’s body, head resting against the elder’s and the realisation that life isn’t always fair. Leeteuk’s even breathing reveals the fact that he is asleep and Heechul guesses that’s probably the first time in weeks that the elder is getting some undisturbed rest. He sighs and starts to gently rub his friend’s back in a mindless way of keeping his hands occupied. He smiles when Leeteuk scoots closer in his sleep and chuckles when he feels the arms around his waist tighten their grip. Then he remembers that his hyung wasn’t so calm earlier and his smile fades away.
“How did we become like this, Hee?” Leeteuk had whispered, as his eyes had darted away from the other to stare at the walls, the ceiling, the ground, merely anything but his friend. Heechul had sighed, gotten up and gone to sit on the couch next to Leeteuk. He had wrapped his arms around Leeteuk’s body, and had pulled the elder towards himself, muzzling his cheek against Leeteuk’s. He had enjoyed the cosy closeness for a while, feeling more like he was holding his good old friend Jungsoo than his band leader Leeteuk.
“We did not become like anything, Jung.” he had therefore replied, using a nickname that was long forgotten in the trail of stage names, heavy concerts and busy schedules. “We were always like this, we just changed environments.” There had been silence following his words. Leeteuk’s chest had risen and fallen with his soft breathing, but after a while the breaths had come more slowly and more forced, and when a soft drop of moisture wet his cheek, Heechul had realised that the other was crying.
There had been no hesitation in him, no ‘Should I?’s and ‘Oh God..’s, only a set feeling to hold and cradle and comfort. He had smiled softly because of that, yet at the same time had stroked Leeteuk’s back in a calming gesture. He had pressed a soft kiss on Leeteuk’s hair, had wiped the tears away, had pulled a tissue out of the box on the living room table not far from them and had cleaned his friend’s face. Throughout all that he had kept on mumbling cheesy nonsense to the elder, trying to calm him down like that.
In the end the tears had stopped running and Leeteuk had grabbed another tissue himself to blow his nose. Before Heechul had been able to put some distance in between them, however, Leeteuk had simply wrapped his arms around Heechul’s waist again and had rested his head against the other one’s chest, looking more like a little kid than a famous leader of a thirteen people band, and Heechul had smiled and held and above all loved until the other one had finally fallen asleep, more relaxed than he had looked in months.
“If you and I had met on the playground.” Heechul murmurs, running his finger through the blonde hair of his only hyung. “You would have been the shy, generous kid and I would have been the bully secretly looking up to you.”
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Monday, 29 August 2011
[FIC] Sickness
Title: Sickness
Characters: Kangin, Kibum
Rating: G
Wordcount: 697
Summary: An unexpected visit accompanying an unexpected performance.
A/N: Written at the time of the No Other comeback & the first stage in which there were many happy faces. ♥
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Youngwoon let his eyes wander over the screen a little absentmindedly, wishing for Music Bank to go by faster so that he could see his friends. Over the past few days he had been very busy packing, but the members had tried to get him to watch their first performance of the follow-up song by saying they would do something on stage to surprise him. Not that he needed that much convincing to watch, but anyway, there he was looking at them.
Now that he sat there, however, he wasn’t really sure if he wanted to spend an hour behind his television, waiting for them to appear. He was just about to turn up the volume so that he could go on packing and just run back when he heard the song start, when someone rang his doorbell. A little surprised, he got up from the couch to walk to the door, turning up the volume after all in case their performance would start. His eyes widened when he saw who was standing behind the door.
Kibum, in his turn, just smiled at him, giving him a short ‘Evening, hyung.’ before walking past him. Youngwoon followed him with his eyes, unable to move himself just yet, and saw how the younger dropped his bag on the ground and sat down, his eyes focused on the television. It took Youngwoon another minute to get himself to move again, closing the door and walking towards the couch as well, but once he was there, he got back to his senses.
“Yah, Kibum-ah, what are you doing here?” he asked, disgruntled.
“Watching the performance with you.” the other replied, showing off his signature smile without looking away from the television. “They told me they were going to do something special for you, I am curious.”
Youngwoon was about to talk back, when the first notes of Super Junior’s song started playing and he quickly shut his mouth again, turning his eyes to the television as well. He would never admit it, but he was curious to see what the members would do for him. He noticed how they were all looking good, healthy and quite happy, which made him smile contentedly. At least they were all doing fine and he wouldn’t have to worry too much when he went off to the army.
As the song progressed, he noticed everyone’s wide smile and realised they were looking a little TOO happy. He had gotten to know those looks in their eyes long time ago and he had learned not to trust it at all. When Ryeowook’s part came, his eyes fell on Jungsoo dancing behind the eternal maknae, with a smile on his face that spread from one ear to the other. He decided to keep a close eye on the leader, because he knew that something was off.
All throughout Donghae’s, Heechul’s and Kyuhyun’s part, he kept looking at Jungsoo, but the elder only smiled his this-is-not-promising-much-good-smile without actually doing something. Then it was Jongwoon’s turn and his same-aged friend suddenly blew a kiss at the audience. A few moments later Jungsoo did a peace sign as well. Youngwoon could hear Kibum chuckle and he smiled a little himself, realising that it was nice fanservice.
It was only when Sungmin blew a kiss as well and everyone kept on grinning wider and wider, that he realised that it was no fanservice, it was what they had promised to do for him. Only they had thought of their ‘special surprise’ a little differently than he had done..
“What the..?” he mumbled, as realisation hit him, and then he exploded. “What the hell are you doing? Stop blowing kisses at me! You little..! Argh! I can’t even hit them! Oh, this is terrible! Ugh! It’s making me sick even thinking about it!” he boomed, making Kibum smile.
“I know. I have homesickness too, hyung.” the younger then said softly, his eyes not for once leaving the television screen where the whole group ended with all kinds of silly poses and retarded grins that Youngwoon couldn’t help but smile about. Mere moments later he got a phone call and he picked up to hear the laughter of his ten friends greeting him and an innocent 'Did you like it, hyung?' coming from Donghae.
Yes, it was going to be boring without them.
Characters: Kangin, Kibum
Rating: G
Wordcount: 697
Summary: An unexpected visit accompanying an unexpected performance.
A/N: Written at the time of the No Other comeback & the first stage in which there were many happy faces. ♥
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Youngwoon let his eyes wander over the screen a little absentmindedly, wishing for Music Bank to go by faster so that he could see his friends. Over the past few days he had been very busy packing, but the members had tried to get him to watch their first performance of the follow-up song by saying they would do something on stage to surprise him. Not that he needed that much convincing to watch, but anyway, there he was looking at them.
Now that he sat there, however, he wasn’t really sure if he wanted to spend an hour behind his television, waiting for them to appear. He was just about to turn up the volume so that he could go on packing and just run back when he heard the song start, when someone rang his doorbell. A little surprised, he got up from the couch to walk to the door, turning up the volume after all in case their performance would start. His eyes widened when he saw who was standing behind the door.
Kibum, in his turn, just smiled at him, giving him a short ‘Evening, hyung.’ before walking past him. Youngwoon followed him with his eyes, unable to move himself just yet, and saw how the younger dropped his bag on the ground and sat down, his eyes focused on the television. It took Youngwoon another minute to get himself to move again, closing the door and walking towards the couch as well, but once he was there, he got back to his senses.
“Yah, Kibum-ah, what are you doing here?” he asked, disgruntled.
“Watching the performance with you.” the other replied, showing off his signature smile without looking away from the television. “They told me they were going to do something special for you, I am curious.”
Youngwoon was about to talk back, when the first notes of Super Junior’s song started playing and he quickly shut his mouth again, turning his eyes to the television as well. He would never admit it, but he was curious to see what the members would do for him. He noticed how they were all looking good, healthy and quite happy, which made him smile contentedly. At least they were all doing fine and he wouldn’t have to worry too much when he went off to the army.
As the song progressed, he noticed everyone’s wide smile and realised they were looking a little TOO happy. He had gotten to know those looks in their eyes long time ago and he had learned not to trust it at all. When Ryeowook’s part came, his eyes fell on Jungsoo dancing behind the eternal maknae, with a smile on his face that spread from one ear to the other. He decided to keep a close eye on the leader, because he knew that something was off.
All throughout Donghae’s, Heechul’s and Kyuhyun’s part, he kept looking at Jungsoo, but the elder only smiled his this-is-not-promising-much-good-smile without actually doing something. Then it was Jongwoon’s turn and his same-aged friend suddenly blew a kiss at the audience. A few moments later Jungsoo did a peace sign as well. Youngwoon could hear Kibum chuckle and he smiled a little himself, realising that it was nice fanservice.
It was only when Sungmin blew a kiss as well and everyone kept on grinning wider and wider, that he realised that it was no fanservice, it was what they had promised to do for him. Only they had thought of their ‘special surprise’ a little differently than he had done..
“What the..?” he mumbled, as realisation hit him, and then he exploded. “What the hell are you doing? Stop blowing kisses at me! You little..! Argh! I can’t even hit them! Oh, this is terrible! Ugh! It’s making me sick even thinking about it!” he boomed, making Kibum smile.
“I know. I have homesickness too, hyung.” the younger then said softly, his eyes not for once leaving the television screen where the whole group ended with all kinds of silly poses and retarded grins that Youngwoon couldn’t help but smile about. Mere moments later he got a phone call and he picked up to hear the laughter of his ten friends greeting him and an innocent 'Did you like it, hyung?' coming from Donghae.
Yes, it was going to be boring without them.
[FIC] Diary
Title: Diary
Characters: Yesung, Ryeowook
Rating: G
Wordcount: 581
Summary: Yesung gets a diary from Ryeowook.
A/N: This was the first one out of them all that I wrote. It doesn't make any sense but it was just too much fun to write. LoL. xD -happily chuckles at this- I hope you enjoy this Yesung drabble with a mention of Ryeowook. =P
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26/12/2007
Hello diary.
I’m your new owner. My name is Kim Jongwoon.
My friend, Kim Ryeowook, gave you to me for Christmas. I don’t really know what he wants to achieve with giving me a diary. He had better bought me some turtle food or something. Not that I don’t like you, diary, but I think food for Ddangkoma would have been more useful.
Ryeowook says I should write in this whatever comes up in my head. I don’t see the use of it, though.. Can’t I just keep in my head what’s in there? It takes up less time. But okay, I’ll try to write more here, since you’re a gift from my friend and I should not just ignore that, right?
For now I will go to sleep, though, diary. I should give you a name. What would you like to be called? Mhm.. I could call you Journal. Yes, that will do fine, won’t it? So goodnight, Journal. I hope you’ll keep my words safe.
27/12/2007
Hello Journal.
Did you sleep well? I did. I had a nice dream about salad. It was relaxing. I woke up in a good mood.
Heechul hyung was shouting again this morning. Hyukkie was crying, so I went over and gave him a hug. I think he was grateful. I’m not sure though. He was crying too hard to understand whatever he was trying to tell me.
We had a lot of practice today. It was very tiring, but we have to do it nonetheless. At least they didn’t make us practice on Christmas. I think I might be able to celebrate New Year with my parents. Jungsoo hyung looked very tired and sad after practice, so I went over and gave him a hug. He smiled, patted my back and told me: ‘Jongwoon-ah, one day we’ll colour the world Sapphire Blue.’ That Jungsoo hyung, always having the weirdest ideas. Where would we find enough paint to do that?
I’m tired now, Journal. I just wanted to write here, so you wouldn’t think that I had forgotten you already. I’m glad you want to listen to me. Maybe this diary thing wasn’t such a bad idea from Ryeowook. I should thank him soon.
28/12/2007
Hello Journal.
Today was awful. At first I had a nightmare. Donghae had mistaken Ddangkoma for the soap and had washed himself with my poor turtle. But that wasn’t the end of it, no. When he realised that he wasn’t holding soap, he dropped my poor turtle and then ran out of the bathroom and into the living room screaming like an idiot. He forgot to grab a towel, though. I could see his..
Well, I woke up right after because Hangeng hyung came to tell me there was fried rice ready and schedules would start soon. But when I got to the kitchen, the other members had already eaten everything and I had to grab a cookie to at least have eaten something before we left. Siwon also didn’t get anything, so I went over to give him a hug. He smiled and told me I was the best hyung out of them all. I felt that Jungsoo is still better.
Ah, I have to sleep now. I’m too tired. Goodnight, Journal.
12/06/2010
Hello Journal.
I completely forgot about you. Reading my previous texts again, I think that was a very good thing. I think I’ll just keep you as bookshelf decoration from now on.
I’m sorry, Wookie.
Characters: Yesung, Ryeowook
Rating: G
Wordcount: 581
Summary: Yesung gets a diary from Ryeowook.
A/N: This was the first one out of them all that I wrote. It doesn't make any sense but it was just too much fun to write. LoL. xD -happily chuckles at this- I hope you enjoy this Yesung drabble with a mention of Ryeowook. =P
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26/12/2007
Hello diary.
I’m your new owner. My name is Kim Jongwoon.
My friend, Kim Ryeowook, gave you to me for Christmas. I don’t really know what he wants to achieve with giving me a diary. He had better bought me some turtle food or something. Not that I don’t like you, diary, but I think food for Ddangkoma would have been more useful.
Ryeowook says I should write in this whatever comes up in my head. I don’t see the use of it, though.. Can’t I just keep in my head what’s in there? It takes up less time. But okay, I’ll try to write more here, since you’re a gift from my friend and I should not just ignore that, right?
For now I will go to sleep, though, diary. I should give you a name. What would you like to be called? Mhm.. I could call you Journal. Yes, that will do fine, won’t it? So goodnight, Journal. I hope you’ll keep my words safe.
27/12/2007
Hello Journal.
Did you sleep well? I did. I had a nice dream about salad. It was relaxing. I woke up in a good mood.
Heechul hyung was shouting again this morning. Hyukkie was crying, so I went over and gave him a hug. I think he was grateful. I’m not sure though. He was crying too hard to understand whatever he was trying to tell me.
We had a lot of practice today. It was very tiring, but we have to do it nonetheless. At least they didn’t make us practice on Christmas. I think I might be able to celebrate New Year with my parents. Jungsoo hyung looked very tired and sad after practice, so I went over and gave him a hug. He smiled, patted my back and told me: ‘Jongwoon-ah, one day we’ll colour the world Sapphire Blue.’ That Jungsoo hyung, always having the weirdest ideas. Where would we find enough paint to do that?
I’m tired now, Journal. I just wanted to write here, so you wouldn’t think that I had forgotten you already. I’m glad you want to listen to me. Maybe this diary thing wasn’t such a bad idea from Ryeowook. I should thank him soon.
28/12/2007
Hello Journal.
Today was awful. At first I had a nightmare. Donghae had mistaken Ddangkoma for the soap and had washed himself with my poor turtle. But that wasn’t the end of it, no. When he realised that he wasn’t holding soap, he dropped my poor turtle and then ran out of the bathroom and into the living room screaming like an idiot. He forgot to grab a towel, though. I could see his..
Well, I woke up right after because Hangeng hyung came to tell me there was fried rice ready and schedules would start soon. But when I got to the kitchen, the other members had already eaten everything and I had to grab a cookie to at least have eaten something before we left. Siwon also didn’t get anything, so I went over to give him a hug. He smiled and told me I was the best hyung out of them all. I felt that Jungsoo is still better.
Ah, I have to sleep now. I’m too tired. Goodnight, Journal.
12/06/2010
Hello Journal.
I completely forgot about you. Reading my previous texts again, I think that was a very good thing. I think I’ll just keep you as bookshelf decoration from now on.
I’m sorry, Wookie.
[FIC] I like your nose
Title: I like your nose
Characters: Sungmin, Kyuhyun
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 630
Summary: It's not really what he's talking about that matters, just that he's talking.
A/N: I can't write Kyumin for the life of it. Yeah.
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It was all dark, threatening and cold. Smells, images, sounds, feelings, tastes, they were all registered by his senses and passed by through his mind at a high speed. Everything was hazy, confusing and surreal. Everything except for one constant reminder that he was not going crazy. He kept listening to it like holding on to a lifeline.
“You know..” a soft voice spoke, clearing the silence in the room. A smile appeared on the face of the boy sitting on the chair, looking at the other. “When they first told me to talk to you, I said they were crazy. That I would have nothing to talk about because I didn’t really know how to talk to you..what to say to you.” A soft laugh filled the room after those words, breaking through the seemingly tense atmosphere. “How wrong I was..”
“Remember how we used to bicker all the time when we still didn’t know each other that well? Everything became a discussion, everything was to be fought over. I nagged at you so much one day that you asked me if there was something about you that I did like.” Another soft snicker. “I’ve been thinking about that lately. You know, at times where I had nothing to do but sit and wait. At times where one studio recording came after the other..”
“I was thinking about your personality at first, but then I thought.. Well, why would I be so cliché as to pick some of your personality traits and compliment it into the clouds? So I thought more about it. Then I was thinking about your talents, but.. Well, everyone knows and likes your talents, so that was too obvious as well.. And then it hit me. There is something about you that I like, you know.” There was a short silence as both people stayed unmoving. Then the one who had talked finally sighed deeply and smiled again.
“It took me a while to figure it out, because I had no idea what there was about you that I could like that would make me different than others. Yet I know now. You’d probably laugh at me if I told you, but then I figured it doesn’t really matter right? So here it is..” He hesitated shortly and a slight intake of breath could be heard, before he continued. “I like your nose.”
“Yes, I know it sounds stupid and that a nose is probably the most unattractive feature of a human face, but it is like that. Your nose.. It makes your face more gentle. Even when your eyes have a fierce look in them. Even when you frown. Even when you yell in anger. It gives this gentle touch to your face.. Yes, I like your nose.” The smile didn’t leave the boy’s face anymore as he thought about that. Moments later his eyes fell on his watch, however.
“Oh, is it this late already? I have to go. I’ll come back tomorrow, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” His laughter filled the room again after those words when he realised the irony in them. He got up, brushed a strand of hair out of the other boy’s face and walked outside, closing the door behind him. He took a moment to lean against the wood, closing his eyes in pain, before he sighed and walked away.
The twinkling sound of someone laughing pierced through everything else, clearing the haze and banning all sounds out of his head until there was only one thing left. He let himself listen to the constant beeping and felt rather sleepy. Before he drifted away into a calming nothingness, something stirred in him, however, and the fingers of his left hand twitched.
Two days later, Cho Kyuhyun woke up from his coma.
Characters: Sungmin, Kyuhyun
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 630
Summary: It's not really what he's talking about that matters, just that he's talking.
A/N: I can't write Kyumin for the life of it. Yeah.
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It was all dark, threatening and cold. Smells, images, sounds, feelings, tastes, they were all registered by his senses and passed by through his mind at a high speed. Everything was hazy, confusing and surreal. Everything except for one constant reminder that he was not going crazy. He kept listening to it like holding on to a lifeline.
“You know..” a soft voice spoke, clearing the silence in the room. A smile appeared on the face of the boy sitting on the chair, looking at the other. “When they first told me to talk to you, I said they were crazy. That I would have nothing to talk about because I didn’t really know how to talk to you..what to say to you.” A soft laugh filled the room after those words, breaking through the seemingly tense atmosphere. “How wrong I was..”
“Remember how we used to bicker all the time when we still didn’t know each other that well? Everything became a discussion, everything was to be fought over. I nagged at you so much one day that you asked me if there was something about you that I did like.” Another soft snicker. “I’ve been thinking about that lately. You know, at times where I had nothing to do but sit and wait. At times where one studio recording came after the other..”
“I was thinking about your personality at first, but then I thought.. Well, why would I be so cliché as to pick some of your personality traits and compliment it into the clouds? So I thought more about it. Then I was thinking about your talents, but.. Well, everyone knows and likes your talents, so that was too obvious as well.. And then it hit me. There is something about you that I like, you know.” There was a short silence as both people stayed unmoving. Then the one who had talked finally sighed deeply and smiled again.
“It took me a while to figure it out, because I had no idea what there was about you that I could like that would make me different than others. Yet I know now. You’d probably laugh at me if I told you, but then I figured it doesn’t really matter right? So here it is..” He hesitated shortly and a slight intake of breath could be heard, before he continued. “I like your nose.”
“Yes, I know it sounds stupid and that a nose is probably the most unattractive feature of a human face, but it is like that. Your nose.. It makes your face more gentle. Even when your eyes have a fierce look in them. Even when you frown. Even when you yell in anger. It gives this gentle touch to your face.. Yes, I like your nose.” The smile didn’t leave the boy’s face anymore as he thought about that. Moments later his eyes fell on his watch, however.
“Oh, is it this late already? I have to go. I’ll come back tomorrow, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” His laughter filled the room again after those words when he realised the irony in them. He got up, brushed a strand of hair out of the other boy’s face and walked outside, closing the door behind him. He took a moment to lean against the wood, closing his eyes in pain, before he sighed and walked away.
The twinkling sound of someone laughing pierced through everything else, clearing the haze and banning all sounds out of his head until there was only one thing left. He let himself listen to the constant beeping and felt rather sleepy. Before he drifted away into a calming nothingness, something stirred in him, however, and the fingers of his left hand twitched.
Two days later, Cho Kyuhyun woke up from his coma.
[FIC] It's a string thing
Title: It's a string thing
Characters: Henry, Sungmin
Rating: G
Wordcount: 420
Summary: Sometimes Sungmin wonders how anyone can be friends with Henry.
A/N: I don't like this one as much.. It's very alike to the Sihae one and it sucks. It was my last one written, so that might be part of that, but still. It sucks. Enjoy suckiness.
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Henry and Sungmin didn’t use to see each other much as Sungmin wasn’t in the subgroup Henry was in and the maknae wasn’t often around in Korea just for the life of it. Yet in the past few months, the youngest had been around a lot more and he had even participated in the making of their newest album. For that reason, Henry was to be found in the dorms quite a bit more often than before and Sungmin was able to discover his personality and habits.
Henry would search for the company of the older boy a lot, because he was very kind and usually very calm, which had a relaxing effect on his surroundings. There was also the fact that Sungmin was one of the members he didn’t know as well and that Ryeowook told him a lot about the elder and praised him often. Basically Henry was just as curious about Sungmin as the elder was about him. So they were often found in the same room. At least at the start.
The calm and relaxing Sungmin could never have expected that behind the cute, chubby-cheeked exterior of the younger lay a bouncy personality that often had the boy running around the dorm or hyperactively talking at super speed, which caused Sungmin to ask him to calm down a little and be a little more silent. At other times Henry would be vividly practicing his violin, and it wasn’t that Sungmin didn’t like the sound of the violin or that he thought Henry was bad at it, but after two hours of hearing the instrument constantly being played, he did long to hear something different for a while. Like silence.
The problem with Henry was that whenever Sungmin told him about one of those tiny little things that could get on his nerves at times, the younger boy listened indeed. Yet he used the knowledge in the wrong way. Instead of avoiding the actions, he would start bouncing around Sungmin’s room or play the same piece on the violin over and over again on purpose. It was that part of the maknae that made Sungmin try to avoid him more often, yet the younger didn’t give him the chance to and stuck to him like glue.
Sungmin therefore sighed one day and mumbled an “I don’t see how anyone can be a fan of yours, Henry.” in the younger boy’s direction, earning a wide grin from the other and an immediate answer.
“It’s a string thing, hyung.”
Characters: Henry, Sungmin
Rating: G
Wordcount: 420
Summary: Sometimes Sungmin wonders how anyone can be friends with Henry.
A/N: I don't like this one as much.. It's very alike to the Sihae one and it sucks. It was my last one written, so that might be part of that, but still. It sucks. Enjoy suckiness.
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Henry and Sungmin didn’t use to see each other much as Sungmin wasn’t in the subgroup Henry was in and the maknae wasn’t often around in Korea just for the life of it. Yet in the past few months, the youngest had been around a lot more and he had even participated in the making of their newest album. For that reason, Henry was to be found in the dorms quite a bit more often than before and Sungmin was able to discover his personality and habits.
Henry would search for the company of the older boy a lot, because he was very kind and usually very calm, which had a relaxing effect on his surroundings. There was also the fact that Sungmin was one of the members he didn’t know as well and that Ryeowook told him a lot about the elder and praised him often. Basically Henry was just as curious about Sungmin as the elder was about him. So they were often found in the same room. At least at the start.
The calm and relaxing Sungmin could never have expected that behind the cute, chubby-cheeked exterior of the younger lay a bouncy personality that often had the boy running around the dorm or hyperactively talking at super speed, which caused Sungmin to ask him to calm down a little and be a little more silent. At other times Henry would be vividly practicing his violin, and it wasn’t that Sungmin didn’t like the sound of the violin or that he thought Henry was bad at it, but after two hours of hearing the instrument constantly being played, he did long to hear something different for a while. Like silence.
The problem with Henry was that whenever Sungmin told him about one of those tiny little things that could get on his nerves at times, the younger boy listened indeed. Yet he used the knowledge in the wrong way. Instead of avoiding the actions, he would start bouncing around Sungmin’s room or play the same piece on the violin over and over again on purpose. It was that part of the maknae that made Sungmin try to avoid him more often, yet the younger didn’t give him the chance to and stuck to him like glue.
Sungmin therefore sighed one day and mumbled an “I don’t see how anyone can be a fan of yours, Henry.” in the younger boy’s direction, earning a wide grin from the other and an immediate answer.
“It’s a string thing, hyung.”
[FIC] God
Title: God
Characters: Siwon, Donghae
Rating: G
Wordcount: 493
Summary: Donghae has been put on this earth to test his patience, that much is clear.
A/N: So I'm totally not religious, that's why I can't write anything with this title and make it work out. OTL
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Choi Siwon is a fervent Christian. He reads his bible every morning, prays at least three times a day - before brushing his teeth, before eating and before going to sleep - and can cite you any paragraph of Exodus without fail. He never misses one day of church service and certainly doesn’t like being late for it either. All in all, he is a friendly person who gives his friends lots of support and love. He likes to hug people a lot, but only does it to his closest friends, really. His patience is seemingly never-ending and he cares a lot about others’ wellbeing. One could say that Siwon had never really shown bad manners ever in his life.
Until he met Lee Donghae.
Lee Donghae is.. Well, let’s say he’s not very much like Siwon. He’s a happy, outgoing person who bounces around the house most of the time and doesn’t really care if he’s bouncing on his feet or his head. He pretty much enjoys every second of life, often being rather childish and whiny, but also having moments of adultness. He is also a Christian, but less fervent than Siwon. He does go to church service, but it doesn’t really hurt him that much if he arrives a little late, for he knows that God is always there anyway. All in all, he is a friendly person too, who likes to hug his friends or get hugged by them. His child-like appearance and behaviour had always won people to his side, no matter what he had done.
Maybe God was bored and wanted some fun, or maybe it was just coincidence, but the two of them ended up together in the same band. Well, that’s when the crap starts.
From the beginning, there has been the same thing happening over and over again. It will always start with Donghae wanting something from Siwon. It’s rather ironic, seeing that Donghae is the eldest of the two, but still. He will be wanting something very, very much and will bug his friend until the younger one will finally snap and push him away, saying something to the likes of ‘Donghae, seriously, not now, go bug someone else.’ The elder will then pout and use his puppy eyes on Siwon, but as usual, they won’t work.
Yet Donghae will not give up and keep nagging at his friend to get what he wants. At a certain point in time, things will get too much, and Siwon will finally explode, frowning at Donghae and telling him to stop being such a baby. Donghae will never be offended by these words, but will just smile and say: ‘Siwon-ah, God made me the way I am.’ And then Siwon will stare at him for a long time, sigh deeply and mutter a silent ‘Dear God, why?’ before giving in.
Siwon had never lost his patience for once in his life.
Until he met Lee Donghae.
Characters: Siwon, Donghae
Rating: G
Wordcount: 493
Summary: Donghae has been put on this earth to test his patience, that much is clear.
A/N: So I'm totally not religious, that's why I can't write anything with this title and make it work out. OTL
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Choi Siwon is a fervent Christian. He reads his bible every morning, prays at least three times a day - before brushing his teeth, before eating and before going to sleep - and can cite you any paragraph of Exodus without fail. He never misses one day of church service and certainly doesn’t like being late for it either. All in all, he is a friendly person who gives his friends lots of support and love. He likes to hug people a lot, but only does it to his closest friends, really. His patience is seemingly never-ending and he cares a lot about others’ wellbeing. One could say that Siwon had never really shown bad manners ever in his life.
Until he met Lee Donghae.
Lee Donghae is.. Well, let’s say he’s not very much like Siwon. He’s a happy, outgoing person who bounces around the house most of the time and doesn’t really care if he’s bouncing on his feet or his head. He pretty much enjoys every second of life, often being rather childish and whiny, but also having moments of adultness. He is also a Christian, but less fervent than Siwon. He does go to church service, but it doesn’t really hurt him that much if he arrives a little late, for he knows that God is always there anyway. All in all, he is a friendly person too, who likes to hug his friends or get hugged by them. His child-like appearance and behaviour had always won people to his side, no matter what he had done.
Maybe God was bored and wanted some fun, or maybe it was just coincidence, but the two of them ended up together in the same band. Well, that’s when the crap starts.
From the beginning, there has been the same thing happening over and over again. It will always start with Donghae wanting something from Siwon. It’s rather ironic, seeing that Donghae is the eldest of the two, but still. He will be wanting something very, very much and will bug his friend until the younger one will finally snap and push him away, saying something to the likes of ‘Donghae, seriously, not now, go bug someone else.’ The elder will then pout and use his puppy eyes on Siwon, but as usual, they won’t work.
Yet Donghae will not give up and keep nagging at his friend to get what he wants. At a certain point in time, things will get too much, and Siwon will finally explode, frowning at Donghae and telling him to stop being such a baby. Donghae will never be offended by these words, but will just smile and say: ‘Siwon-ah, God made me the way I am.’ And then Siwon will stare at him for a long time, sigh deeply and mutter a silent ‘Dear God, why?’ before giving in.
Siwon had never lost his patience for once in his life.
Until he met Lee Donghae.
[FIC] Vitasoy
Title: Vitasoy
Characters: Hangeng, Zhou Mi
Rating: G
Wordcount: 117
Summary: Zhou Mi likes Vitasoy, Hangeng thinks it sucks.
A/N: This one's pure dialogue, that's why it has so little words. I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless.
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“Hangeng gege, can I have some Vitasoy?”
“Vitasoy?”
“Yes it’s a milk drink. Soyamilk, to be more exact and..”
“I know what it is, Zhou Mi, but do you like that?”
“Yes it tastes rather nice.”
“You are weird.”
“Thanks, I get it more often.”
. - . - . - . - . - .
“God you’re drinking that again?”
“Yes.”
“What was the name again? Vi-something.. Viterbol?”
“Vitasoy.”
“Oh right, that was it.”
“Nice guess, Hangeng gege.”
“Ha-ha, very funny. But really, you like that? It tastes like.. Well like cat pee.”
“Yeah, doesn’t it taste great?”
“Completely gone crazy, you have. If I ever drink this they can send me to hell.”
“It’s rather nice, you know.”
“It tastes like cat pee.”
“You only think it does. Try one with strawberry flavour, maybe that’ll make it taste better.”
“Over my dead body.”
. - . - . - . - . - .
“Happy birthday, Zhou Mi. I got you a gift”
“Thank you Hangeng gege, but you shouldn’t have. What is it, though?”
“Open it up and you’ll see.”
“Vitasoy?”
“Strawberry flavour. Tastes better.”
Characters: Hangeng, Zhou Mi
Rating: G
Wordcount: 117
Summary: Zhou Mi likes Vitasoy, Hangeng thinks it sucks.
A/N: This one's pure dialogue, that's why it has so little words. I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless.
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“Hangeng gege, can I have some Vitasoy?”
“Vitasoy?”
“Yes it’s a milk drink. Soyamilk, to be more exact and..”
“I know what it is, Zhou Mi, but do you like that?”
“Yes it tastes rather nice.”
“You are weird.”
“Thanks, I get it more often.”
. - . - . - . - . - .
“God you’re drinking that again?”
“Yes.”
“What was the name again? Vi-something.. Viterbol?”
“Vitasoy.”
“Oh right, that was it.”
“Nice guess, Hangeng gege.”
“Ha-ha, very funny. But really, you like that? It tastes like.. Well like cat pee.”
“Yeah, doesn’t it taste great?”
“Completely gone crazy, you have. If I ever drink this they can send me to hell.”
“It’s rather nice, you know.”
“It tastes like cat pee.”
“You only think it does. Try one with strawberry flavour, maybe that’ll make it taste better.”
“Over my dead body.”
. - . - . - . - . - .
“Happy birthday, Zhou Mi. I got you a gift”
“Thank you Hangeng gege, but you shouldn’t have. What is it, though?”
“Open it up and you’ll see.”
“Vitasoy?”
“Strawberry flavour. Tastes better.”
[FIC] Bubblegum
Title: Bubblegum
Characters: Yesung, Leeteuk
Rating: G
Wordcount: 465
Summary: The way his hyung seems more tired every day bothers him.
A/N: Written for the one who gave me this challenge; my dear Meimei.
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There was a lot he could have done, but he didn’t. There was a lot he could have said, but he hadn’t. There was a lot he could have given, but he didn’t. Instead he had been the calm observer, watching without meddling in. He spent lots of his time thinking about how everything had gone, but he never tried to fix it or change it. Yet it had come to a point where he couldn’t keep silent anymore.
The leader had been suffering because of all the problems in the band, Kibum taking a break to do more acting, then Youngwoon having the accident and now finally Hangeng bringing up the lawsuit. Throughout that all, Jungsoo had fought to keep the rest of the band together, and it hadn’t been easy, considering the fact that Heechul had basically isolated himself from the others. With all those worries and troubles, Jungsoo had lost a lot of sleep and Jongwoon couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to make the elder guy sleep, even if he had to push him down on the bed and hold him there by force.
Now Jongwoon wasn’t shy or anti-social, no, he normally didn’t have a single problem with others, but when it came to the leader, he always felt a little uncomfortable. There was so much friendliness and openness radiating from Jungsoo that he often didn’t know how to respond to it, and it was even harder to try and force the leader to do something, when he had never forced anyone to do anything. At times Jongwoon would just ignore the weird feeling and hug his friend, but there were other times when he couldn’t.
That day was one of those times.
“Yesung-ah.. Are you alright? Do you need anything?” Jungsoo asked when he opened the door and took one step inside. Jongwoon could only stare, taking in the scene of his leader sitting on the bed with a laptop in front of him on which he was probably researching something for Teukigayo. It was rather late to still be doing that, but Jongwoon knew that Jungsoo had had no time during the days.
“Do you need anything?” Jungsoo asked again when there came no response, but still there were no words coming out of Jongwoon. He put his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to say, but suddenly felt something, and before he knew it, his mouth had already spoken the words.
“Want some bubblegum, hyung?” He held up the package, earning a weird look from Jungsoo.
“No, thank you, it’s late.” the eldest then said. “Are you sure you’re alright, Yesung-ah?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m perfectly fine..” he mumbled in reply and with those words, he hurried back out of the room.
Better luck next time.
Characters: Yesung, Leeteuk
Rating: G
Wordcount: 465
Summary: The way his hyung seems more tired every day bothers him.
A/N: Written for the one who gave me this challenge; my dear Meimei.
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There was a lot he could have done, but he didn’t. There was a lot he could have said, but he hadn’t. There was a lot he could have given, but he didn’t. Instead he had been the calm observer, watching without meddling in. He spent lots of his time thinking about how everything had gone, but he never tried to fix it or change it. Yet it had come to a point where he couldn’t keep silent anymore.
The leader had been suffering because of all the problems in the band, Kibum taking a break to do more acting, then Youngwoon having the accident and now finally Hangeng bringing up the lawsuit. Throughout that all, Jungsoo had fought to keep the rest of the band together, and it hadn’t been easy, considering the fact that Heechul had basically isolated himself from the others. With all those worries and troubles, Jungsoo had lost a lot of sleep and Jongwoon couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to make the elder guy sleep, even if he had to push him down on the bed and hold him there by force.
Now Jongwoon wasn’t shy or anti-social, no, he normally didn’t have a single problem with others, but when it came to the leader, he always felt a little uncomfortable. There was so much friendliness and openness radiating from Jungsoo that he often didn’t know how to respond to it, and it was even harder to try and force the leader to do something, when he had never forced anyone to do anything. At times Jongwoon would just ignore the weird feeling and hug his friend, but there were other times when he couldn’t.
That day was one of those times.
“Yesung-ah.. Are you alright? Do you need anything?” Jungsoo asked when he opened the door and took one step inside. Jongwoon could only stare, taking in the scene of his leader sitting on the bed with a laptop in front of him on which he was probably researching something for Teukigayo. It was rather late to still be doing that, but Jongwoon knew that Jungsoo had had no time during the days.
“Do you need anything?” Jungsoo asked again when there came no response, but still there were no words coming out of Jongwoon. He put his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to say, but suddenly felt something, and before he knew it, his mouth had already spoken the words.
“Want some bubblegum, hyung?” He held up the package, earning a weird look from Jungsoo.
“No, thank you, it’s late.” the eldest then said. “Are you sure you’re alright, Yesung-ah?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m perfectly fine..” he mumbled in reply and with those words, he hurried back out of the room.
Better luck next time.
[FIC] Lip balm
Title: Lip balm
Characters: Eunhyuk, Heechul
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 652
Summary: He has lip balm and an opportunity, but no way out.
A/N: A slightly less happy one here, but I loved the rather dark atmosphere I gave to the story. Don't know if that is conveyed well, though.
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Heechul has been hiding in his room for days when Hyukjae finally decides that it’s getting too much. His emergency plan has been ready for a few days already, but he has simply been waiting for the right moment. The moment where he can muster up enough courage to set it in motion. Today is that day. Today contains that moment. Right here and right now, when Heechul hyung is vulnerable still because of the Soju and the lack of sleep. He decides that now is his time.
No one notices when he swallows the last of his fear away and gets up. No one notices when he gathers all his courage and sets for the door of his hyung’s room. In his hand he has the one thing that is supposed to give him entrance to what lies behind the forever locked door. He stops in front of the dark wooden thing and sighs deeply. In his peripheral view, he can see Jungsoo hyung sending him a worried look, obviously trying to decide whether he should intervene or not. Hyukjae decides to knock before anyone, including himself, can stop him.
“Hyung?” he asks, and the answer comes in the form of a growl, a wail, a cry and a grunt, and then something hard hits the door. “Hyung, I found your lip balm.” he continues, because he can’t just give up on swimming after only dipping his foot in the water. There is a stumble inside, a loud thud and a grunt. Moments later Hyukjae can hear the sound of the door being unlocked and he is dragged inside before he has time to react. The door is smashed closed again behind him, the lock gets turned, once, twice, and then someone breathes in his neck.
“It’s about fucking time, Hyuk.” The voice sounds hoarse, dark and incredibly beaten. The poor articulation of the words reveals that Heechul must have drank at least a bottle already that day.
Hyukjae sighs, because it is only twelve and he feels that his hyung shouldn’t be drinking this early.
“So where is it?” He shows the tiny little piece of nonsense that was his way inside of the room. It gets grabbed out of his hand and he suddenly realises that maybe he should have brought something to gain safe passage outside again as well, but he realises that it’s too late when Heechul pops open the lip balm and gives it a good look.
“This isn’t mine.” he says, closing it again and throwing it on his bed. Hyukjae sees that he has to act soon before Heechul explodes. “You bought it, didn’t you?” is whispered in his ear and he shivers his fear right back up in his throat as he nods. A hand touches his cheek and long, feminine fingers turn his face towards his hyung’s.
“You remind me of him, you know. Sometimes. When you jump around the room like an idiot. More often when you dance.” They are so close that Hyukjae feels Heechul’s lips touch his every now and then when the elder speaks and the smell of alcohol is nearly making him gag, but he holds it back, because he believes that his hyung deserves sympathy right now. Someone knocks on the door and it is completely ignored, like every other knock has been in the past weeks. “You remind me of him, you know..” Heechul repeats and Hyukjae knows.
“It’s okay to cry, hyung.” he says, wrapping his arms around Heechul’s middle and pulling the elder against him without any fear. For a moment there is complete silence as he waits until his hyung explodes, but then an empty bottle slips out of a lifeless grasp and the great Kim Heechul collapses against him, sobbing like the world needs a whole new ocean. Hyukjae only smiles and strokes and consoles and whispers, but mostly he knows.
Characters: Eunhyuk, Heechul
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 652
Summary: He has lip balm and an opportunity, but no way out.
A/N: A slightly less happy one here, but I loved the rather dark atmosphere I gave to the story. Don't know if that is conveyed well, though.
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Heechul has been hiding in his room for days when Hyukjae finally decides that it’s getting too much. His emergency plan has been ready for a few days already, but he has simply been waiting for the right moment. The moment where he can muster up enough courage to set it in motion. Today is that day. Today contains that moment. Right here and right now, when Heechul hyung is vulnerable still because of the Soju and the lack of sleep. He decides that now is his time.
No one notices when he swallows the last of his fear away and gets up. No one notices when he gathers all his courage and sets for the door of his hyung’s room. In his hand he has the one thing that is supposed to give him entrance to what lies behind the forever locked door. He stops in front of the dark wooden thing and sighs deeply. In his peripheral view, he can see Jungsoo hyung sending him a worried look, obviously trying to decide whether he should intervene or not. Hyukjae decides to knock before anyone, including himself, can stop him.
“Hyung?” he asks, and the answer comes in the form of a growl, a wail, a cry and a grunt, and then something hard hits the door. “Hyung, I found your lip balm.” he continues, because he can’t just give up on swimming after only dipping his foot in the water. There is a stumble inside, a loud thud and a grunt. Moments later Hyukjae can hear the sound of the door being unlocked and he is dragged inside before he has time to react. The door is smashed closed again behind him, the lock gets turned, once, twice, and then someone breathes in his neck.
“It’s about fucking time, Hyuk.” The voice sounds hoarse, dark and incredibly beaten. The poor articulation of the words reveals that Heechul must have drank at least a bottle already that day.
Hyukjae sighs, because it is only twelve and he feels that his hyung shouldn’t be drinking this early.
“So where is it?” He shows the tiny little piece of nonsense that was his way inside of the room. It gets grabbed out of his hand and he suddenly realises that maybe he should have brought something to gain safe passage outside again as well, but he realises that it’s too late when Heechul pops open the lip balm and gives it a good look.
“This isn’t mine.” he says, closing it again and throwing it on his bed. Hyukjae sees that he has to act soon before Heechul explodes. “You bought it, didn’t you?” is whispered in his ear and he shivers his fear right back up in his throat as he nods. A hand touches his cheek and long, feminine fingers turn his face towards his hyung’s.
“You remind me of him, you know. Sometimes. When you jump around the room like an idiot. More often when you dance.” They are so close that Hyukjae feels Heechul’s lips touch his every now and then when the elder speaks and the smell of alcohol is nearly making him gag, but he holds it back, because he believes that his hyung deserves sympathy right now. Someone knocks on the door and it is completely ignored, like every other knock has been in the past weeks. “You remind me of him, you know..” Heechul repeats and Hyukjae knows.
“It’s okay to cry, hyung.” he says, wrapping his arms around Heechul’s middle and pulling the elder against him without any fear. For a moment there is complete silence as he waits until his hyung explodes, but then an empty bottle slips out of a lifeless grasp and the great Kim Heechul collapses against him, sobbing like the world needs a whole new ocean. Hyukjae only smiles and strokes and consoles and whispers, but mostly he knows.
Sunday, 28 August 2011
[FIC] Fluffy ball of dust
Title: Fluffy ball of dust
Characters: Donghae, Shindong
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 441
Summary: There's a lot of dust under Heechul's bed..
A/N: Watch out this is GENDERCHANGE, so if you don't like, don't read. ^.^
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“Hyung, can you come along for a moment?” Donghae asked hesitantly as he approached Shindong who was reading a book on his bed.
“What is it this time?” the elder replied, looking up from his book with a frown. “I’m not going to repair yet another computer for you again! That’s the second one this week and the fifth one this month!”
“No, hyung, it’s not a broken computer..” Donghae mumbled, eyes averted to the ground.
“Then what?” the elder sighed. Donghae finally looked up.
“It’s Baengshin.. I think he’s losing his hair.”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
“There are a lot of fluffy balls of hair under Heechul hyung’s bed.”
“What do you mean fl- What were you doing under Heechul’s bed anyway?”
“Nothing! He told me to clean, so I wanted to vacuum under his bed, but there are these huge heaps of hair and- Well I don’t know either. Just come along, please, hyung?”
“Okay fine..” Shindong put down his book and got up to follow Donghae to Heechul’s room. Once there, Donghae crouched down next to the bed, so Shindong followed his example. They observed the hairy balls underneath the bed for a while, before Donghae broke the silence again.
“See, what did I tell you?”
“Woah. First he gets fat, then he loses hair? Strange..”
“You think he has some cat disease?”
“Which one then? The get-fat-lose-hair disease or something? Get yourself together, Hae.”
“Do you have a better explanation?” Donghae pouted. Shindong reached out a hand to poke one of the fluffy balls. He stared at it a moment longer before talking again.
“Well they look rather dusty and they are soft. Maybe the hair has been gathering for a while.” He turned to look at Donghae. The latter reached out his hand to and tried to pick one up with two fingers. After holding it up for a second, he put it back down.
“They’re not very squeezable and kind of heavy. It must be a lot of hair..” he mumbled. Right at that moment Baengshin slipped under the bed and pushed his nose against one of the fluffy balls. He proceeded to sneeze and shake his head for a moment.
“See, even Baengshin sneezes.” Shindong muttered. “It must have been heaping up he-” He was interrupted by a sound that made their eyes widen and their mouths hang open in shock. They both quickly got up, hitting their heads against the bed in the process, and fled from the room.
Five minutes later, Heechul received a text message during his Youngstreet recording..
Hyung.. We might have mistaken Baengshin’s gender.. She’s got three kittens.
Characters: Donghae, Shindong
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 441
Summary: There's a lot of dust under Heechul's bed..
A/N: Watch out this is GENDERCHANGE, so if you don't like, don't read. ^.^
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“Hyung, can you come along for a moment?” Donghae asked hesitantly as he approached Shindong who was reading a book on his bed.
“What is it this time?” the elder replied, looking up from his book with a frown. “I’m not going to repair yet another computer for you again! That’s the second one this week and the fifth one this month!”
“No, hyung, it’s not a broken computer..” Donghae mumbled, eyes averted to the ground.
“Then what?” the elder sighed. Donghae finally looked up.
“It’s Baengshin.. I think he’s losing his hair.”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
“There are a lot of fluffy balls of hair under Heechul hyung’s bed.”
“What do you mean fl- What were you doing under Heechul’s bed anyway?”
“Nothing! He told me to clean, so I wanted to vacuum under his bed, but there are these huge heaps of hair and- Well I don’t know either. Just come along, please, hyung?”
“Okay fine..” Shindong put down his book and got up to follow Donghae to Heechul’s room. Once there, Donghae crouched down next to the bed, so Shindong followed his example. They observed the hairy balls underneath the bed for a while, before Donghae broke the silence again.
“See, what did I tell you?”
“Woah. First he gets fat, then he loses hair? Strange..”
“You think he has some cat disease?”
“Which one then? The get-fat-lose-hair disease or something? Get yourself together, Hae.”
“Do you have a better explanation?” Donghae pouted. Shindong reached out a hand to poke one of the fluffy balls. He stared at it a moment longer before talking again.
“Well they look rather dusty and they are soft. Maybe the hair has been gathering for a while.” He turned to look at Donghae. The latter reached out his hand to and tried to pick one up with two fingers. After holding it up for a second, he put it back down.
“They’re not very squeezable and kind of heavy. It must be a lot of hair..” he mumbled. Right at that moment Baengshin slipped under the bed and pushed his nose against one of the fluffy balls. He proceeded to sneeze and shake his head for a moment.
“See, even Baengshin sneezes.” Shindong muttered. “It must have been heaping up he-” He was interrupted by a sound that made their eyes widen and their mouths hang open in shock. They both quickly got up, hitting their heads against the bed in the process, and fled from the room.
Five minutes later, Heechul received a text message during his Youngstreet recording..
Hyung.. We might have mistaken Baengshin’s gender.. She’s got three kittens.
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