Title: That Gay Thing
Characters: Hyukjae, Donghae, Yesung, Sungmin, OC
Rating: PG-13
Chaptercount: 1/?
Summary: Playing the part of the struggling possibly-gay in their last year's school play, Hyukjae loses himself in the role and falls in love with another guy. He tells himself he's not gay, that he's just overdoing the getting-in-role thing, but for some reason it's not as convincing as he would like it to be.
A/N: An idea that came to me a while back. It's a plotline I want to write because it is a current day thing and I'd love to take on a more difficult topic for once. My updates may come very slow, but I'm determined to bring this story to a good end. I hope that with my view on these things and feelings I will not insult anyone. I have no idea how it feels for people who go through this (I'm also not a guy), but I'm trying to picture it the best I can~ ^-^
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“Alright guys, listen up.” When Miss Park says those words, the rowdy bunch that are my classmates calms down and we all turn to the front of the classroom. It’s strange to be here again, sitting at these tables with all nine of my classmates, waiting for the teacher to tell us what this year’s going to be all about.
I assume it’s going to be different this year, however, since it’s my last year of university. At the end of this year I’ll hopefully graduate with a diploma in hand, successfully having gotten my major in acting. That’s probably what everyone else in this room wishes for as well. I for one know at least two other people who do. I turn to look at Donghae on my right, but before I can mutter anything to him, Miss Park continues talking.
“So… Welcome back everyone.” She smiles at us and lets her eyes wander over all the students present. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her smile but it’s still the same. “I’ll get straight to the point as to not waste this hour we have today. This year you guys will be doing all the work.” The words confuse me but I don’t have to wait for a decent explanation for too long because she soon continues talking.
“You have only one thing to do this school year. All of you are going to work together to write, direct and perform a play. There’s ten of you which will probably cover the main roles and the most important side roles. If you need more people, I’ll pick out some of the second years to help out and you can use the first years as stage fillers as well. You start now and will have to perform your play a week before graduation.” Once again Miss Park looks at all of us. “Any questions?”
I’m stunned into silence for a moment and I’m pretty sure everyone else is too, but then some hands rise and questions are starting to get asked. “What kind of play does it have to be? It’s not a musical, right,” someone asks, but I’m not quite sure who.
“Any kind you’d like. But you’re going to have to decorate the stage yourself, so I suggest you don’t make it too fictional.” It’s obvious that Miss Park is amused by the situation she has put us in, which shows from the way she’s eyeing us all with that happy smile. “I’ll be around to help you out as well, of course, but this has to come from all of you mainly. You’ll be graded on cooperation, dedication and your eventual acting. So I suggest you start with finding a plotline.”
She turns away after those words, busying herself with some papers on her desk and after a moment’s hesitation we’re all huddled together discussing possible plotlines and some of my classmates’ big ideas. There’s only so much inspiration we have in one hour of class, however, so the idea we settle for in the end is somewhat lame, or at least it is in my opinion: a love story, the famous guy in school with the unpopular, ugly girl.
We’ve voted for the main roles already. Donghae will take the lead because he’s amazing and Chaerim volunteered to play the main girl. It’s a role none of the other girls want to take because she’ll have to start out by changing pretty much everything about her appearance to be able to ‘become’ pretty throughout the play. The idea of wearing fake braces surprisingly doesn’t appeal to many people.
“Hyukkie!” Donghae punches my shoulder as we leave the classroom and I pretend to be hurt as I turn to look at him. “Why didn’t you volunteer for the main role?” Donghae asks as if I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life not doing so. I chuckle and roll my eyes.
“Because you would have won anyway.” My words immediately make Donghae open his mouth to protest but I stop him with a slight raise of my hand. “Don’t protest. Let’s just face it that you’re the better actor out of the two of us. You know, more life experience and all that jazz. We learned about that in our second year.” Throughout my words Donghae’s expression becomes more sour and I know I’ve won the discussion. “So anyway, you playing against Chaerim, huh? I guess you already look forward to the kiss?”
It takes only a second for my best friend to punch my shoulder yet again, giving me a glare for giving away his secret so easily. It’s not like I’m very impressed by this show of his prudence but I give him an apologetic look anyway because I know Donghae thinks no one knows yet. He’s wrong in thinking that, of course, his crush is as obvious as... well, probably as obvious as sunshine on a rainy day. I don’t even know what kind of comparison that’s supposed to be but it sounds alright.
“I do, though,” Donghae admits after a while and I grin. It’s true and we both know it, he just likes to make a big deal out of denying and hiding it before admitting the truth. “I guess I look forward to it, just hoping she doesn’t look like a nerd anymore by then, that’s going to be somewhat awkward I guess?”
“Hey, don’t judge a book by its cover, Donghae!” I turn to see who has joined our conversation and smile upon spotting Eunyoung catching up with us. She’s one of our other close friends in class, someone we’ve known since the very first year in this university. I’m not quite sure but I think she might have a crush on Donghae, although that’s never been proven. Yet the way she constantly gravitates towards him makes it all the more plausible.
Donghae laughs as she throws her arm around his neck and ruffles her fist through his hair. They’re soon wrestling their way towards the exit of the building as I just follow along, smiling over their bickering. It’s the two of them that I assume will probably end up together one day, not Donghae and Chaerim, as much as he wishes for that to happen. Eunyoung matches with my friend in ways that go beyond love so I hope he’ll choose her and certainly doesn’t hurt her.
There’s not much we can do for the play at home so when Donghae offers to go out that evening I agree wholeheartedly, amused at the way he immediately calls up a few other friends. There’s some from the same course as them and then a few from high school who are now studying plenty of different things. He always calls up everyone but usually only three or four of them have time to make it over.
It’s the same this evening and we end up going out with Ryeowook, Siwon - who brings his girlfriend Minah - and Sungmin. Eunyoung goes along as well but as always she’ll have to leave by ten. Her parents don’t want her out that late for reasons unknown and she always complains about it. So far I’ve refrained from telling her that it’s for the best because after ten Donghae usually starts dancing with everything that has boobs and moves along with him.
The evening is nice, despite the fact that I don’t really know Sungmin nor Ryeowook that well while they’re the two who stay behind at the table with me when the others go to dance. We exchange some random small talk but it’s nothing interesting and I end up moving over to the dance floor as well in order to avoid more awkwardness. Since we have class still the next day, we all go home by midnight and I drop down on my bed with a content sigh.
It takes a while to fall asleep but once I do, my alarm clock wakes me after what seems like mere seconds. I’m surprisingly awake and it takes less long than usual for me to put on some clothes and set for class. When I enter, everyone’s already there aside from Miss Park. I settle on my usual seat next to Donghae and after a short good morning settle for watching him bicker with Eunyoung.
It doesn’t take long for our teacher to enter the classroom but we know she usually takes another minute or two before being ready so the buzzing of conversations doesn’t cease. I let my eyes wander over these people that I got to know so well over the past few years, smiling lightly at recalling some of the memories I share with them. It’s nice to be back in school, I conclude after a while, nice to be working together with them again.
“Miss Park, I would like to suggest something...” Everyone falls silent when Hwayoung suddenly speaks up. It’s not often that she raises her voice but when she does it’s usually interesting. I have a certain feeling of apprehension towards it today because suggestions usually also mean change and I’m fine with things being the way they are now.
“What would you like to suggest, Hwayoung? Anything you’d like to change?” Miss Park replies with a smile and a sigh escapes me. Here we go already.. Donghae nudges my side lightly, giving me a look that politely tells me to shut the heck up about it even though I’m not saying a word. I roll my eyes at him but try to keep my annoyance at bay.
“Actually I have a different plot to suggest. Perhaps we could write a play about a guy or a girl who falls in love with someone of the same gender. We could try to portray the inner struggle and how society’s going to bring those feelings down. I think it might open some people’s eyes towards this subject and perhaps some of the youngsters dealing with the same problems can feel inspired or find courage.”
I have to agree that the idea is noble if anything. The way she talks about it gives off the impression like she has been there herself but I find it better not to ask anything. Miss Park doesn’t seem to have the same reserve though. “That’s an interesting idea, Hwayoung, how did you come up with that,” she asks and I find myself wondering about the same thing.
“My brother moved to America two years ago together with his boyfriend because they weren’t accepted into the society here.” Hwayoung seems slightly hesitant to admit that fact but still continues anyway and a quick glance around the classroom tells me everyone’s paying attention to her now. “I’ve seen the things he’s been through and I wouldn’t want anyone to have to suffer like that. Not because of something as good as love.”
She smiles lightly but there’s a lot more in her eyes than that. I’m surprised exactly how much more there is and all of a sudden I find myself wanting to use this new plotline, just so I can get that girl to feel better and to help her spread this story to the other people.
“Well, it’s definitely a story I’d support,” Miss Park breaks through my reveries, smiling at Hwayoung still. “You want to take the main role?” As they probably all expect by then, Hwayoung quickly shakes her head. Our teacher’s eyes then move over to Donghae, going to Chaerim after that. “Either of you feel up for this role?”
Chaerim immediately shakes her head. “I’m sorry, miss, but I’d feel too awkward trying to pretend to be in love with one of my friends. Faking a crush is my weak spot,” she explains herself. I feel my eyes going to Donghae automatically after those words. He’s frowning, seemingly thinking it over, but I see the start of rejection forming in his mind.
“Donghae?” Miss Park asks next and now I’m no longer the only one looking at him. “You have to find someone to act opposite of you as well, though.” That seems to stump him even more because even though he doesn’t wordily reject the part, Miss Park already turns to Hwayoung with a regretful expression.
“I’ll do it.”
It takes a moment for everyone to realise who spoke, but then they’re all looking at me. “If Donghae plays the second main. And I refuse to kiss a guy. If you really want a kiss in it, you’ll have to hide our faces behind something or darken the stage before anything happened, otherwise it’s going to be one big, awkward mess.” I try not to mind too much that everyone’s staring, hiding my face slightly and especially NOT looking at Donghae nor Hwayoung.
“Donghae?” Miss Park asks again and I wait with bathed breath for his reaction. It’s silent for but a moment yet that short amount of time feels like a whole year to me.
“Alright,” Donghae agrees then and I can hear the smile in his words. “Hyuk and I will take the main roles.”
Two weeks later we have a pretty solid idea and a script that solely needs to have dialogues made and details added. Gongjae turned out to be one of a kind at coming up with plots and Hwayoung – being the one to come up with the main idea – has helped him out. The idea is simple, they say, but Donghae and I are the ones who have to fill in the dialogue as we go.
“Get into character,” Miss Park told us when we asked her about it. “When you two get into character you make up your own lines all the time anyway.”
It’s true, we often had times when we were acting and got into it so much that we just let our characters have their say. I am always convinced that Donghae is the one starting the adlibs, but he always says he just follows along with me. Miss Park concluded that we are both good at getting into character and becoming the person we’re acting out.
I still remember the one time that happened when Donghae was acting as a female character due to a lack of girls and he was PMS-ing for a good week afterwards.
What comes next is the creation of our decor. The story will mainly happen inside the main person’s school, but we also need a café where he’ll be meeting his soon-to-be-crush for the first time, the house where he’ll tell his parents and the dark alley he’ll get beat up in.
There’s many things we need to create for this play but Donghae and I have to practice the most so we got the other’s approval to work on the other things a little less. We need to create the dialogues after all, which is not as easy of a job as they all make it to be. So while everyone else is discussing the main school decor, we’re sitting at the back with my laptop in between us in order to come up with our first meeting.
“Alright. Let’s see. So we meet in a café where I am because..?” I start, opening the document with the script to scroll through to the right moment. “Main guy is invited by friends to an evening out where he meets other main. He is immediately intrigued by the other boy and as they develop a friendship, his feelings evolve..”
I look up at Donghae after that, raising my eyebrows a little and licking my lips suggestively as I scoot over towards him. “Hello there, gorgeous. What be your name?” I ask him in what’s supposedly a seductive way. For a moment he’s staring at me weirdly while I’m trying to keep a straight face, but then we’re both laughing and he shoves my arms away from him.
“This is going to be a long road,” he says with a small smile. “You do realise that at the end they’re going to be having actually mushy scenes, right?” I need a moment to grasp those words, but then I’m scrolling through the document towards the ending. “They end up together?” I squeak somewhat panicked, coming to the scene where the main character has the other main confessing to him. He doesn’t have any reply yet, though, but my hopeful glance at Donghae brings no solace. He looks pensive yet somehow certain of himself.
“They don’t have a set ending yet, Hyuk. Have you even read through the script at all last night? But well, it’s going to depend on how we make our characters come to life. Our dialogues are going to make or break their relationship, I guess.” He smiles at me amusedly for a moment and I know I won’t like what will come next. “You know how much I love happy endings, so pucker up big boy!” I make a disgusted sound at his kissy face and quickly push it away from me.
“Gross, Hae, very gross. If I’m ever going to kiss a man, it’s definitely not going to be you.” I make a face at him before turning back to the computer. “Alright, back to business. First scene, we’re in a bar, who starts the conversation.” Looking up at Donghae, I find him looking at me and it’s obvious that we both already know the answer.
“I would,” he says. “You’d be too much of an awkward stick.” I’d contradict that but our own first meeting proves otherwise. We met in a DVD store, he struck the conversation and I awkwardly answered him as best as possible. But then again, he thought I was a store worker because of the colour of my shirt while I was actually only finding some movies for my own. I like to think it was my good taste in movies that became the base for our friendship.
“You would,” I agree with him for that, and from there on we start to make our dialogues It’s a few hours well spent, while the others sketch and create the first ideas for the decor. Eunyoung is the one to come between us when our time’s up. She has to wave a hand in front of the computer screen to catch our attention and when we look up, everyone else is gone already.
“Class is over for today. We have to find the things we need as cheap as possible,” she explains to us and I nod in understanding while typing up the last part of the sentence we’re working on. Only then do I save the document and look up again.
Donghae is checking his phone to see whether he can get a ride home from his brother. Meanwhile Eunyoung is eyeing him longingly. I can’t help but chuckle and give her a subtle wink as she turns to look at me. She rolls her eyes but doesn’t comment – and how can she with Donghae sitting but inches away. I turn to him once more and hum something as I nudge his arm in hopes of getting his attention. He only looks up when he finishes his texting.
“Mind if I stay at yours tonight, Hyuk? We can work on the dialogues some more if you want?” The question isn’t rare, but it is unexpected as he doesn’t look very troubled today. It happens more often that Donghae stays over at my place for a night. The excuse is that he has to travel a long way to get home, reality is that his mother had another fight with her boyfriend of the week or that she had another nervous breakdown.
I don’t ask for the actual reason anymore. We long have gotten him an extra bed and my parents treat him like he is their actual son. “Sure, Hae,” is therefore what I reply easily. The smile on his face is immediate as he beams his happiness and relief at us.
“Thanks, dude. I did agree to meet with Donghwa first though, so I’ll meet you in an hour or two? Or do you want to come along?” He looks at Eunyoung for a moment and I look up at her as well at that. She’s trying not to look too obvious while shooting me hopeful glances. I smile apologetically as I focus on Donghae again.
“Sorry, promised to take Eunyoung out for pizza. It’s been ages since we had any. I’m sure you have enough to discuss with your brother.” The excuse is waterproof. Eunyoung and I never agreed on eating pizza but whenever she wants to talk to me, that’s exactly what we do and her relieved expression shows I understood her distress well.
“Ah, yes, alright. I’ll see you tonight then?” Donghae seems to be oblivious to our silent exchange, making it all the easier for me to keep up the pretences.
“Yeah, If I’m not back yet when you arrive you can just wait for me inside. I’m sure umma will provide you with anything you need.” He hums in understanding as he gets up. With a small nod at Eunyoung and me and a short wish of “I hope the pizza is good” he then leaves the classroom. Eunyoung and I look at the empty doorway a moment longer before eyeing each other.
“Poor him,” Eunyoung hums, making me smile with some regret. “I hope his mother will realise soon that she doesn’t need those other guys to be able to live. Donghae’s studies are all paid for by now and with the money Donghwa’s making they’re able to live just fine.”
I shrug slightly in reply. “She’s too proud to agree to take her son’s money to live on. But what are you admiring Donghwa so much for lately? Have you changed your allegiance to him instead of poor, unknowing Hae?” She throws her scarf at my head and I laugh as I pick it up from the table. “Thanks dear, it’s getting colder indeed and I needed one of those,” I tell her as I pack it away in my bag before looking up. “So what kind of pizza do you want?”
She manages her angry glare only a moment longer before she’s grinning at me and I don’t need long to grin back.
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Monday, 19 December 2011
[FIC] That Gay Thing
Title: That Gay Thing
Characters: Hyukjae, Donghae, Yesung, Sungmin, OC
Rating: PG-13
Chaptercount: Prologue
Summary: Playing the part of the struggling possibly-gay in their last year's school play, Hyukjae loses himself in the role and falls in love with another guy. He tells himself he's not gay, that he's just overdoing the getting-in-role thing, but for some reason it's not as convincing as he would like it to be.
A/N: An idea that came to me a while back. It's a plotline I want to write because it is a current day thing and I'd love to take on a more difficult topic for once. My updates may come very slow, but I'm determined to bring this story to a good end. I hope that with my view on these things and feelings I will not insult anyone. I have no idea how it feels for people who go through this (I'm also not a guy), but I'm trying to picture it the best I can~ ^-^
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"But you LOVE me," Donghae shouts and for a moment the other boy looks so scared his expression of total disbelief fades a bit.
"No I don't," he then regains himself as he speaks with a grim edge to his voice, almost back in control over himself. "I don't know why you'd think that." He puts his hands on his hips and eyes the young man opposite of him who looks like he's going to burst into tears any moment now. Where it was Donghae who looked sure of himself at first, it is now the other young man who seems to be in control of the situation.
"What do you mean, Kibum? You said so yourself!" Donghae seems somewhat desperate by now but it is obvious the other is not affected by those words. "You kissed me!"
The silence is deafening for a few moments and then the other says the one thing he probably knows will break his friend. "No I did not. I'm straight and it is high time for you to accept that."
Characters: Hyukjae, Donghae, Yesung, Sungmin, OC
Rating: PG-13
Chaptercount: Prologue
Summary: Playing the part of the struggling possibly-gay in their last year's school play, Hyukjae loses himself in the role and falls in love with another guy. He tells himself he's not gay, that he's just overdoing the getting-in-role thing, but for some reason it's not as convincing as he would like it to be.
A/N: An idea that came to me a while back. It's a plotline I want to write because it is a current day thing and I'd love to take on a more difficult topic for once. My updates may come very slow, but I'm determined to bring this story to a good end. I hope that with my view on these things and feelings I will not insult anyone. I have no idea how it feels for people who go through this (I'm also not a guy), but I'm trying to picture it the best I can~ ^-^
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"But you LOVE me," Donghae shouts and for a moment the other boy looks so scared his expression of total disbelief fades a bit.
"No I don't," he then regains himself as he speaks with a grim edge to his voice, almost back in control over himself. "I don't know why you'd think that." He puts his hands on his hips and eyes the young man opposite of him who looks like he's going to burst into tears any moment now. Where it was Donghae who looked sure of himself at first, it is now the other young man who seems to be in control of the situation.
"What do you mean, Kibum? You said so yourself!" Donghae seems somewhat desperate by now but it is obvious the other is not affected by those words. "You kissed me!"
The silence is deafening for a few moments and then the other says the one thing he probably knows will break his friend. "No I did not. I'm straight and it is high time for you to accept that."
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
[FIC] What's in a name: Sungmin
Title: What's in a name: Sungmin
Characters: Sungmin
Rating: G
Wordcount: 527
Summary: Strength is found on the inside, right next to Love and Confidence.
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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Strength is found on the inside, right next to Love and Confidence.
Unlike most people, however, he had no idea where to find it. No matter how long he searched for it, no matter how hard he trained, he had never been able to find it. Sure, he could swing some nunchucks around, twirl a stick through the air or maybe kick some balloons to burst.. Sure, he could throw someone over his shoulder, kick someone to a certain death or give someone a severe beating, but that did not lead him to feeling strong and assured.. Those things only made him feel all the more like a stupid little rabbit, trying to look stronger by showing of its completely useless front teeth.
No, he didn’t feel strong at all.
Given the fact that he could beat Youngwoon in a fight, not feeling strong was a bit silly, really, but it still was the truth. Whenever he tried to do something more, develop some unique skills of his own, there would be a little voice inside of his head, telling him to give up. It would be nagging at him to quit, because ‘What was he thinking? He couldn’t make it anyway.’ He would not listen to the discouraging words, however, and would just continue practicing until his body was worn out and exhausted. Yet the voice would still be there, pestering him about his lacking abilities. Always telling him that he just wasn’t good enough. It made him feel insecure.
Moreover, it made him feel like he was never good enough.
Inside his head, the rational part of him told him that he was doing fine, that he was better than most, but the emotional, insecure and biggest part of him would contradict that. With very lame excuses, actually, but he still believed those the most. It was seemingly easier to believe that he was worth nothing than to go around feeling like he owned the whole world. It also was definitely easier to tell people that he didn’t know that much than to brag about having so many talents. Because how arrogant would that sound? And yes, he sometimes was even shocked himself when he realised how convincing all that nonsense could be, yet he still believed it..and it was killing him.
Not even seeing the fans tell him how awesome he was could make him accept the truth, that he had a talent. It was basically so that only the love of his friends, only those fourteen crazy guys, could bring out his rational self and make him smile again. He never tried to be strong when with them, but somehow he always seemed to find the strength to go on and believe at such times. They gave him a reason to be free, with their lame jokes, silly laughter and crazy competitions. Every time he looked at one of them, he would smile and know again how great of a person he was. When with them, he would find Strength, close beside Confidence and Love, just a tad bit lower than Arrogance. Yes, they made him realise that he was worth something too.
Characters: Sungmin
Rating: G
Wordcount: 527
Summary: Strength is found on the inside, right next to Love and Confidence.
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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Strength is found on the inside, right next to Love and Confidence.
Unlike most people, however, he had no idea where to find it. No matter how long he searched for it, no matter how hard he trained, he had never been able to find it. Sure, he could swing some nunchucks around, twirl a stick through the air or maybe kick some balloons to burst.. Sure, he could throw someone over his shoulder, kick someone to a certain death or give someone a severe beating, but that did not lead him to feeling strong and assured.. Those things only made him feel all the more like a stupid little rabbit, trying to look stronger by showing of its completely useless front teeth.
No, he didn’t feel strong at all.
Given the fact that he could beat Youngwoon in a fight, not feeling strong was a bit silly, really, but it still was the truth. Whenever he tried to do something more, develop some unique skills of his own, there would be a little voice inside of his head, telling him to give up. It would be nagging at him to quit, because ‘What was he thinking? He couldn’t make it anyway.’ He would not listen to the discouraging words, however, and would just continue practicing until his body was worn out and exhausted. Yet the voice would still be there, pestering him about his lacking abilities. Always telling him that he just wasn’t good enough. It made him feel insecure.
Moreover, it made him feel like he was never good enough.
Inside his head, the rational part of him told him that he was doing fine, that he was better than most, but the emotional, insecure and biggest part of him would contradict that. With very lame excuses, actually, but he still believed those the most. It was seemingly easier to believe that he was worth nothing than to go around feeling like he owned the whole world. It also was definitely easier to tell people that he didn’t know that much than to brag about having so many talents. Because how arrogant would that sound? And yes, he sometimes was even shocked himself when he realised how convincing all that nonsense could be, yet he still believed it..and it was killing him.
Not even seeing the fans tell him how awesome he was could make him accept the truth, that he had a talent. It was basically so that only the love of his friends, only those fourteen crazy guys, could bring out his rational self and make him smile again. He never tried to be strong when with them, but somehow he always seemed to find the strength to go on and believe at such times. They gave him a reason to be free, with their lame jokes, silly laughter and crazy competitions. Every time he looked at one of them, he would smile and know again how great of a person he was. When with them, he would find Strength, close beside Confidence and Love, just a tad bit lower than Arrogance. Yes, they made him realise that he was worth something too.
Monday, 29 August 2011
[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.
~*~
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.
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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.
[FIC] Two bottles of wine
Title: Two bottles of wine
Characters: Kyuhyun, Sungmin
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.650
Summary: The two bottles on his desk were empty, but he certainly didn't do that on his own.
A/N: Written for my wifey. I hope you enjoy the Kyumin friendship here and my amazing fantasy about how Kyu would be like when lonely. =P
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Silence was something he would never be able to get used to. Silence and the pink bunnies in his hyung’s bed. Yet somehow, those were the exact two things that surrounded him right now. The room was empty except for his own, seemingly lifeless body that he had flopped down in between the said pink bunnies. His chest rose and fell again when he sighed, making the little bunny on top of him almost roll off. Something stopped it, however, and it took him a whole minute to figure out that the hand holding the bunny was connected to his body.
He groaned. His head hurt from the thinking, his eyesight was obviously failing him a little and there wasn’t much feeling left in his body, as if all his senses had gone numb. With inhumane efforts, he managed to push the bunny from his chest so that he could sit up straight. About five minutes later, he finally succeeded. He turned his head to the right. The two emptied bottles of wine were still standing on his desk, being the exact reason why his body wasn’t functioning like it should anymore.
He sighed again. Since when had moving become this hard? Since when was keeping his eyes open something he would have to put an effort in? Oh and, most importantly.. Since when had this silence taken over the room? Too much time had passed since his hyung had left for schedules. There was no way in the world that he had emptied those bottles in less than two hours all by himself. Yet if he didn’t drink that fast, then why was everything passing by in slow-motion?
His eyes wandered from the wine bottles to the other things on his desk. A laptop, a bunch of papers, a few dirty glasses, a crumpled up T-shirt, a l- Oh.. That T-shirt on the desk..was his? He slowly took note of the absent feeling of fabric brushing against his chest when he had moved. When did he take off his T-shirt anyway? And more importantly, why?
He started to get up, feeling his body move only minutes after he willed it to. He felt a little light-headed and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if this was what moving in space would feel like. One of his typical smirks appeared on his face as he stood up from the bed, immediately swaying forward and falling down face first on the carpet. He groaned the moment the pain got registered by his senses.
Before he could save his dignity and get up, the door of the room was opened and the sound of footsteps could be heard. He felt the ground shaking a little when the door was thrown closed again. Something inside him screamed for him to get up, but there still was the problem of his body needing to respond to his brain. Right when he was about to start moving, the person seemed to notice him.
“Oh my god! Kyuhyun!” The sound seemed to come from somewhere far away, yet he faintly felt a hand shaking his shoulder and he realized that whoever was inside, must be sitting next to him. Another groan came out and his body finally started moving the way he wanted it to. He rolled on his back, yet somehow he got stuck halfway, so his right arm was being squeezed under his body. He looked up at whoever was sitting next to him, skimming the familiar face with his eyes. His own face broke into a seemingly effortless, wide grin upon recognizing the person.
“Minnie!” he squealed. Yes, he squealed. And he didn’t care. Because the amount of happiness he felt upon seeing his hyung, who had been gone for ages, could just as well be expressed with happy squeals. Certainly, Minnie would now chase away the silence in the room and get rid of the pink bunnies! His hyung, however, seemed to think otherwise, as he simply stared at him in silence, a frown creasing his forehead.
Fine. So Minnie wasn’t going to cut the silence. He felt the grin fade away and slowly started to get up. For some reason, his hyung helped him with that, even though the frown was still visible. He muttered some offended sounds that weren’t at all coherent while he got back up on his feet. As he took a step, he started swaying from left to right again, dangerously leaning towards one side at a certain moment. Before realizing what happened, someone -probably Minnie- pulled him backwards and he landed right in the middle of all the pink bunnies again.
The strength of the throw had ruined Minnie’s balance as well, however, and pretty soon after landing on the bed, he found himself gazing up at his hyung’s arm, which had landed right on top of his face. He let out a painful grunt when this new pain was registered by his senses as well. Pretty soon, his view was cleared from any of Minnie’s body parts, until his face came into sight next. Minnie was still scowling.
He felt the grin appear on his face again, as if seeing his hyung was a definite reason for grinning. Then again.. Wasn’t it? He let out a girlish giggle and suddenly threw up his arms to pull his hyung against his chest. It went surprisingly fast and fluent. He chuckled like a happy little kid as he hugged the other tightly, not really noticing the other’s faint struggles to get free. When he finally let go again, an angrily blushing Minnie glared at him.
“You seriously are completely wasted, Cho Kyuhyun.” he said.
“Cho. Kyu. Hyun.” he repeated the name, giggling again at the sound of it. “Cho Kyuhyun and Lee Minnie.” Another giggle before.. “You are home.”
“Yes I am, but apparently I’m already too late.” the other muttered, starting to crawl off the bed. In no time he sat up again as well and grabbed his hyung’s hand to prevent him from going somewhere.
“You can’t leave, Minnie.” he pouted. The other was swaying from left to right, and even blinking a few times to clear his view didn’t chase the shaky image away. Another grin cleared the pout from his face as he realized what his hyung had said moments before. “Completely wasted.” he repeated like a little child that was hearing something for the first time. He broke out in a bunch of giggles again. Apparently his hyung saw that as some sort of sign, because the moment the giggles died away, he felt himself being pulled up from the bed again.
Everything moved in a blurry haze and things didn’t stop spinning until long after he was standing upright on his feet. He noticed the arm wrapped around his waist, holding him upright. The arm belonged to no other than his hyung, of course, who was concentrating on something more below his waist. A little curious, he let his eyes wander downwards as well, only to burst out in another set of giggles when he realised what was going on.
“Minnie, not today.” he was able to say, pushing away the hand that had already unbuttoned his pants and was trying to pull down the zipper as well. The action, however, made him topple over again. He was caught by the surprisingly strong arms of his hyung and dragged towards the bed. This time, when he was pushed down, no pink bunnies surrounded him. After a while, he realised it was his own bed he was sitting on.
Quite soon the hands were back, effortlessly zipping open his pants and pulling it from his legs. He looked at it in surprise, then followed the trail of his legs to his feet. With wide eyes, he watched his wiggling toes, bursting out into giggles again not long after. Had his toes always looked this funny when he wiggled them? Another set of giggles escaped him and he started fanning his face with his hands since it was flushing.
“Go to sleep, Kyu.” the other person woke him from his toe-wiggle-experiences. He looked up at the older guy standing in front of him, his lips pouted in what was probably one of the best sad looks he had ever managed.
“But it’s so silent.” he replied a little whiny, stretching out his arms towards his hyung. The other did nothing to comfort him, however, and just eyed him with a slightly softened expression on his face. “Hyung was gone so long and it was silent so I had to make the silence go away.” He went on, still showing his adorable pout.
“By drinking wine?” Minnie raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
“I was thirsty.” he countered, huffing because he obviously wasn’t getting what he wanted. “Hyu-u-ung.” he then whined, flapping his arms like a sick bird in a drunken motion for Minnie to come closer. Somehow the message got true and he was soon able to grab Minnie’s wrist and pull his hyung on the bed next to him. “You have to make the silence go away.” he then ordered. The reply came in the form of a soft chuckle and a few mocking words.
“Do I now?”
“Yes.” he said, nodding heavily as if to show his hyung the importance of this mission.
“Then why don’t you go lie down first and I will make the silence go away.” Minnie replied, pushing him down on the bed softly and then tucking him in under the blanket.
“And the pink bunnies?” he asked, eyeing the dreaded pink plushies on his hyung’s bed. Minnie chuckled.
“Them as well.”
“Okay.” he mumbled, feeling his eyes become stingy. He closed them a moment, to make the pain go away, but never got to opening them anymore as he was taken away to dreamland.
Characters: Kyuhyun, Sungmin
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.650
Summary: The two bottles on his desk were empty, but he certainly didn't do that on his own.
A/N: Written for my wifey. I hope you enjoy the Kyumin friendship here and my amazing fantasy about how Kyu would be like when lonely. =P
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Silence was something he would never be able to get used to. Silence and the pink bunnies in his hyung’s bed. Yet somehow, those were the exact two things that surrounded him right now. The room was empty except for his own, seemingly lifeless body that he had flopped down in between the said pink bunnies. His chest rose and fell again when he sighed, making the little bunny on top of him almost roll off. Something stopped it, however, and it took him a whole minute to figure out that the hand holding the bunny was connected to his body.
He groaned. His head hurt from the thinking, his eyesight was obviously failing him a little and there wasn’t much feeling left in his body, as if all his senses had gone numb. With inhumane efforts, he managed to push the bunny from his chest so that he could sit up straight. About five minutes later, he finally succeeded. He turned his head to the right. The two emptied bottles of wine were still standing on his desk, being the exact reason why his body wasn’t functioning like it should anymore.
He sighed again. Since when had moving become this hard? Since when was keeping his eyes open something he would have to put an effort in? Oh and, most importantly.. Since when had this silence taken over the room? Too much time had passed since his hyung had left for schedules. There was no way in the world that he had emptied those bottles in less than two hours all by himself. Yet if he didn’t drink that fast, then why was everything passing by in slow-motion?
His eyes wandered from the wine bottles to the other things on his desk. A laptop, a bunch of papers, a few dirty glasses, a crumpled up T-shirt, a l- Oh.. That T-shirt on the desk..was his? He slowly took note of the absent feeling of fabric brushing against his chest when he had moved. When did he take off his T-shirt anyway? And more importantly, why?
He started to get up, feeling his body move only minutes after he willed it to. He felt a little light-headed and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if this was what moving in space would feel like. One of his typical smirks appeared on his face as he stood up from the bed, immediately swaying forward and falling down face first on the carpet. He groaned the moment the pain got registered by his senses.
Before he could save his dignity and get up, the door of the room was opened and the sound of footsteps could be heard. He felt the ground shaking a little when the door was thrown closed again. Something inside him screamed for him to get up, but there still was the problem of his body needing to respond to his brain. Right when he was about to start moving, the person seemed to notice him.
“Oh my god! Kyuhyun!” The sound seemed to come from somewhere far away, yet he faintly felt a hand shaking his shoulder and he realized that whoever was inside, must be sitting next to him. Another groan came out and his body finally started moving the way he wanted it to. He rolled on his back, yet somehow he got stuck halfway, so his right arm was being squeezed under his body. He looked up at whoever was sitting next to him, skimming the familiar face with his eyes. His own face broke into a seemingly effortless, wide grin upon recognizing the person.
“Minnie!” he squealed. Yes, he squealed. And he didn’t care. Because the amount of happiness he felt upon seeing his hyung, who had been gone for ages, could just as well be expressed with happy squeals. Certainly, Minnie would now chase away the silence in the room and get rid of the pink bunnies! His hyung, however, seemed to think otherwise, as he simply stared at him in silence, a frown creasing his forehead.
Fine. So Minnie wasn’t going to cut the silence. He felt the grin fade away and slowly started to get up. For some reason, his hyung helped him with that, even though the frown was still visible. He muttered some offended sounds that weren’t at all coherent while he got back up on his feet. As he took a step, he started swaying from left to right again, dangerously leaning towards one side at a certain moment. Before realizing what happened, someone -probably Minnie- pulled him backwards and he landed right in the middle of all the pink bunnies again.
The strength of the throw had ruined Minnie’s balance as well, however, and pretty soon after landing on the bed, he found himself gazing up at his hyung’s arm, which had landed right on top of his face. He let out a painful grunt when this new pain was registered by his senses as well. Pretty soon, his view was cleared from any of Minnie’s body parts, until his face came into sight next. Minnie was still scowling.
He felt the grin appear on his face again, as if seeing his hyung was a definite reason for grinning. Then again.. Wasn’t it? He let out a girlish giggle and suddenly threw up his arms to pull his hyung against his chest. It went surprisingly fast and fluent. He chuckled like a happy little kid as he hugged the other tightly, not really noticing the other’s faint struggles to get free. When he finally let go again, an angrily blushing Minnie glared at him.
“You seriously are completely wasted, Cho Kyuhyun.” he said.
“Cho. Kyu. Hyun.” he repeated the name, giggling again at the sound of it. “Cho Kyuhyun and Lee Minnie.” Another giggle before.. “You are home.”
“Yes I am, but apparently I’m already too late.” the other muttered, starting to crawl off the bed. In no time he sat up again as well and grabbed his hyung’s hand to prevent him from going somewhere.
“You can’t leave, Minnie.” he pouted. The other was swaying from left to right, and even blinking a few times to clear his view didn’t chase the shaky image away. Another grin cleared the pout from his face as he realized what his hyung had said moments before. “Completely wasted.” he repeated like a little child that was hearing something for the first time. He broke out in a bunch of giggles again. Apparently his hyung saw that as some sort of sign, because the moment the giggles died away, he felt himself being pulled up from the bed again.
Everything moved in a blurry haze and things didn’t stop spinning until long after he was standing upright on his feet. He noticed the arm wrapped around his waist, holding him upright. The arm belonged to no other than his hyung, of course, who was concentrating on something more below his waist. A little curious, he let his eyes wander downwards as well, only to burst out in another set of giggles when he realised what was going on.
“Minnie, not today.” he was able to say, pushing away the hand that had already unbuttoned his pants and was trying to pull down the zipper as well. The action, however, made him topple over again. He was caught by the surprisingly strong arms of his hyung and dragged towards the bed. This time, when he was pushed down, no pink bunnies surrounded him. After a while, he realised it was his own bed he was sitting on.
Quite soon the hands were back, effortlessly zipping open his pants and pulling it from his legs. He looked at it in surprise, then followed the trail of his legs to his feet. With wide eyes, he watched his wiggling toes, bursting out into giggles again not long after. Had his toes always looked this funny when he wiggled them? Another set of giggles escaped him and he started fanning his face with his hands since it was flushing.
“Go to sleep, Kyu.” the other person woke him from his toe-wiggle-experiences. He looked up at the older guy standing in front of him, his lips pouted in what was probably one of the best sad looks he had ever managed.
“But it’s so silent.” he replied a little whiny, stretching out his arms towards his hyung. The other did nothing to comfort him, however, and just eyed him with a slightly softened expression on his face. “Hyung was gone so long and it was silent so I had to make the silence go away.” He went on, still showing his adorable pout.
“By drinking wine?” Minnie raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
“I was thirsty.” he countered, huffing because he obviously wasn’t getting what he wanted. “Hyu-u-ung.” he then whined, flapping his arms like a sick bird in a drunken motion for Minnie to come closer. Somehow the message got true and he was soon able to grab Minnie’s wrist and pull his hyung on the bed next to him. “You have to make the silence go away.” he then ordered. The reply came in the form of a soft chuckle and a few mocking words.
“Do I now?”
“Yes.” he said, nodding heavily as if to show his hyung the importance of this mission.
“Then why don’t you go lie down first and I will make the silence go away.” Minnie replied, pushing him down on the bed softly and then tucking him in under the blanket.
“And the pink bunnies?” he asked, eyeing the dreaded pink plushies on his hyung’s bed. Minnie chuckled.
“Them as well.”
“Okay.” he mumbled, feeling his eyes become stingy. He closed them a moment, to make the pain go away, but never got to opening them anymore as he was taken away to dreamland.
[FIC] Two café customers
Title: Two café customers
Characters: Kangin, Sungmin, OC
Rating: G
Wordcount: 2.660
Summary: There's two people visiting her café regularly
A/N: Wrote this kind of long one-shot for my unni-in-law, to give her something relaxing during her exams and all. ^^ Therefore, this whole story and every letter and punctuation mark is now owned by my Giselle unni. ^^
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At first, he had only come by once or twice a month, but as time passed, his visits became more often and soon he stopped by the café every Friday evening. He would order the same delicate citron tea time and time again, without ever having looked at the other drinks that were being sold. After ordering, he would sit in the corner by himself, quietly reading a newspaper or a book and occasionally taking a sip of his drink. His eyes would from time to time wander to the clock on the wall and he would take in the stand of the hands. Sometimes he would unconsciously show a slight pout when the time was not to his liking and he would return to reading with a slightly disappointed expression.
She thought him a cute, yet at the same time very handsome guy.
Whenever he turned a page of his book, he would shortly glance around the room, without really seeing the images passing by. It was a habit of his, and a very cute one at that. Sometimes, when he stayed longer than normal, he would be taking a sip of his tea, only to notice that the glass was empty. He would then, every time again, raise his eyebrows in wonder and stare at the glass as if it would magically fill up again if he just kept looking long enough. It of course never did. He would then frown and put the glass down again, getting ready to leave. He never ordered a second one.
She thought him a predictable, yet at the same time very interesting guy.
As time passed and his visits became something to look forward to, his attitude gradually changed. At first they were minor changes, like how he would actually take in his surroundings when glancing around the room, or how the disappointed look on his face would become more obvious when he put back down his empty glass. After a while, however, he even stayed and ordered another glass, smiling like a happy little kid when it was brought to him. The biggest change of all happened on a sunny autumn Friday, when he left his spot in the corner to come sit on a stool at the bar, right in front of her.
She thought him a manly, yet at the same time very feminine guy.
And then he struck a conversation with her.
“Hello.” His voice sounded all the more attractive now that she heard it from closer by and the smile that pulled up the corners of his mouth made her want to melt right then and there into one big puddle of happy person. If it was true that certain looks could kill, then this guy’s gaze could revive someone from the dead. She managed to pull her mouth into a smile as well and nodded politely at him, unable to avert her eyes from his beautiful face.
“Good evening, sir.” she greeted him quickly, letting her eyes dart towards other customers as he looked at her. She smiled at the first guy whose eyes she met. He was sitting at her favourite table, eyeing her intently as if he wanted to see right through her. She quickly turned her attention back to the glasses she was cleaning when one almost slipped out of her fingers.
“My name is Sungmin.” the attractive voice told her right at that moment. She smiled out of politeness, feeling strangely disappointed that he had taken away part of the mystery around himself. Somehow it was better when she hadn’t known any name to call him, because that seemed to fit his out-of-this-world looks and behaviour. The silence that followed was filled with expectation from his side.
“Ne, err.. Giselle.” she replied quickly when she realised he was waiting for her to talk. He smiled a toothpaste smile upon hearing her name and nodded happily.
“I come here more often.” He kept his eyes focused on his hands as he fiddled with a little piece of paper. Unable to look at him, she eyed the paper as well, unconsciously smiling as she noticed his anxiety. When no other words came from him, she realised it was her turn to say something again.
“I know..” she therefore replied. “Every Friday. You drink one cup of citron tea, lately sometimes even two, and always glance at the clock like you don’t want to be late for an appointment, but you never leave at fixed times. You just go whenever your tea is out.” She glanced up at his eyes, noticing that he was looking at her in surprise. A little blush crept up her cheeks as she realised what she had just said and she felt like she had to explain herself in some way. For that reason, she softly mumbled some more words. “You intrigued me..”
His laughter was soft, feminine and way too attractive to be allowed to exist in this world. She found herself gazing at him in surprised shock, wondering what it was that made him laugh like that.
“Giselle..” her name sounded so nice coming from him that she was too mesmerised to react. Instead of explaining his reason for laughing, he let his eyes wander to something on his right, while going on: “What do you know about him?” She followed the direction he had glanced in and locked eyes again with the guy she had smiled at earlier. He smiled back at her now and she found the corners of her mouth creeping up automatically. After a moment of comfortably smiling at the person, she turned back to Sungmin.
“I think I’ve seen him around a few times before.” she mumbled, before sighing. “I’m sorry, but ever since you started coming I haven’t really been paying attention to the other customers as much as I used to.” Her eyes darted to the cold sink under her hands as she felt another blush redden her cheeks. She quickly took up the towel to start drying the cleaned glasses, just to have something to do.
“I thought he would be an exception.” Sungmin said, obviously ignoring her feeling of shame.
“Why?” She couldn’t help looking up at him, the curiosity bigger than her embarrassment. Unconsciously, she glanced at the guy they were talking about again. He was still looking at her, not even trying the least to hide it.
“He’s been coming every Friday just like me, but he’s here already when I arrive and doesn’t leave until after I am gone. His eyes are on you at all times, unless a waitress comes to talk to him to take his order. Every time he looks at you and sees you looking at someone else - which was me apparently - his face falls in disappointment.” Sungmin played with the paper in his hand as if he was talking about something totally different from the guy. “Perhaps he even comes by every day.”
“So I have a stalker?” she asked, a little shocked, raising her eyebrows in wonder. Sungmin laughed again, not bothering to keep down his volume.
“If you call that a stalker, then I am talking to my own stalker now, right?” he managed to tell her in between chuckles. His words were so shockingly true that she was dumbstruck. Sungmin let out a few more giggles, before turning serious again. “Maybe you just intrigue him.. Maybe he wants to get to know you, but doesn’t want to make the first move.” Unconsciously, her eyes darted to the guy again and she found herself inspecting him. After a while, she turned back to Sungmin.
“Why do you tell me this?” she asked, trying to find the answer in his expression. He simply smiled, a new smile which she had never seen before. His eyes wandered from her face to something behind her, but he was obviously thinking about totally different things than the glasses in the cupboards. She patiently waited until his eyes returned to her face. When they did, the new smile that could only be described as love became more prominent on his face.
“I’m getting married next month.” His eyes sparkled when the words left him. She was speechless. “I won’t be coming the following weeks because of preparations and since I saw you looking at me a few times, I thought I’d tell you in case you would worry when I suddenly wouldn’t show up anymore. But hearing all this from you, realising I intrigued you this much..” He sighed as he started fiddling with the paper again.. “I guess I feel a little guilty and sorry?” There was a short silence between them, before she managed to speak.
“Congratulations.” she said, and as the words left her mouth, she really did feel happy for him. As she thought about it more, her enthusiasm rose. “You must be very excited about the wedding! Have you decided on your fiancé’s wedding gown yet?” Her eyes sparkled in excitement as she tried to imagine a girl in a dress who could live up to Sungmin’s prettiness.
“Yes, we did!” He seemed to feel relieved because of her sincerely happy reaction. “Actually..” He looked up at her in doubt for a moment. “Would you like to come? I mean.. If this isn’t too awkward for you?” He smiled another one of his toothpaste smiles and crumpled up the paper out of anxiety.
“Are you sure?” she responded. “I mean, I’d love to, but would your wife-to-be be okay with it? I don’t even know her.. And we just met as well..”
“Technically we’ve known each other for months.” he retorted, making her smile. “Let’s be friends?” He reached his hand out to her and she shook it after only a short moment of hesitation. He smiled even wider. “Great. I have to go now, but I’ll send you an invitation, ne? Here, let me give you my number.” As he unfolded the harassed piece of paper, she was quick to hand him a pen. He scribbled his name down on it and added a series of numbers. After that, he left with another wave of his hand. She stayed behind with the strangely satisfying knowledge that Sungmin was now a friend of hers.
Just like he had said he would, he didn’t show up anymore the next Friday, but the other guy did. In fact, he apparently came by every day of the week. Sometimes he stayed longer than other times, but he never failed to show up. At first she found it a little weird to constantly have his eyes on her, but on the other hand, she couldn’t help glancing at him every so often as well. It was like his piercing stare gave her a reason to look back, and as days passed, she found herself looking at him out of genuine interest. She started wondering about him, about what his reasons were for coming by every day, but most of all, she started to notice him for real.
She thought him a very handsome guy.
He would enter the café like any other regular customer, always setting off to his standard table that, which was the closest one to the bar. It was her favourite table, for she was able to observe the people sitting there while going unnoticed. Of course he would always notice her. He would order the same thing every day, just a light beer, and drink it while throwing the occasional glances her way. When he wasn’t occupying himself by looking at her, he would be watching some sports played on the TV or would be busy on his phone, texting or something of that sort. He never seemed to be shaken by anything, was it noisy customers or sudden events, he just let them pass by. Whenever he noticed his glass was empty, he would simply order another one, but he never got himself drunk.
She thought him a very interesting guy.
As time passed and her interest in him grew, he would not just occasionally glance at her, but sometimes sit there and simply look at her non-stop for a while. He always seemed to know on which days he could pull it off without making her nervous and on which days he couldn’t. It made her feel flattered to know that someone had such a big interest in her, yet she sometimes also felt a little freaked out. After all, there was a guy staring at her every single day. A very handsome and interesting guy, but he was still staring nonetheless. Day after day. Until one day, he entered the café and walked straight towards the bar stool right in front of her, where he sat down without any further complications.
She thought him a very manly guy.
And then he had some small talk with her.
“Hello.” He had a low voice that seemed to vibrate in the air around her and the smile that pulled up the corners of his mouth made her smile back at him immediately. If there was something like living happily ever after, then this guy would surely make it an interesting eternity. She immediately picked up a glass and poured out his every day beer. When she handed it to him, the fingers of his hand slightly touched hers and she felt a twinge of shyness as she let go.
“Good evening sir.” she greeted him quickly, letting her eyes wander over the rest of the customers in the café to see if anyone was lacking anything. Somehow, she ended up looking at the guy in front of her again, curious as to why he had left his table and came to sit at the bar. He hadn’t done that once in all of the past months. The silence that followed only made her curiosity rise and she had to occupy herself to keep from asking him for his reasons.
“My name is Kangin.” the beautiful, deep voice told her after the guy had taken a few sips of his glass. She smiled almost automatically again, not having to put an effort into being friendly. For some reason her friendliness seemed to come naturally whenever she was around him. His calm and self-assured attitude made her feel safe, like he would know what to do, whatever happened. The name he had told her fit him perfectly, for it described the exact feel she got when looking at him.
“Ne, I’m Giselle.” she replied immediately after, letting her eyes lock with his again. A smile appeared on his face and she couldn’t help but grin back.
“I come here more often.” He let his eyes wander from hers to the table he used to sit at, before returning them back to their starting point. Unable to look away from him, she only nodded, thinking about all the times she had seen him before. In her mind, however, connections were slowly being made and while she was actually still in the middle of contemplating what to say, her mouth was already answering to his words.
“I know..” With a smile, she motioned at his beer. “This one’s on the house.” Her eyes darted from the cool glass of beer to his fingers, that were fiddling with a piece of paper. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the last connection was made and out of an impulse she added: “Are you getting married?”
His laughter filled the whole café. The uncaring sound was mesmerising and she eyed him in surprise, wondering what it was that made him laugh out loud like he had. When his laughter died away, a big grin remained on his face and he showed her one of the most handsome yet at the same time most adorable winks ever as he replied to her question.
“Only if you’re the other one saying I do.”
Characters: Kangin, Sungmin, OC
Rating: G
Wordcount: 2.660
Summary: There's two people visiting her café regularly
A/N: Wrote this kind of long one-shot for my unni-in-law, to give her something relaxing during her exams and all. ^^ Therefore, this whole story and every letter and punctuation mark is now owned by my Giselle unni. ^^
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At first, he had only come by once or twice a month, but as time passed, his visits became more often and soon he stopped by the café every Friday evening. He would order the same delicate citron tea time and time again, without ever having looked at the other drinks that were being sold. After ordering, he would sit in the corner by himself, quietly reading a newspaper or a book and occasionally taking a sip of his drink. His eyes would from time to time wander to the clock on the wall and he would take in the stand of the hands. Sometimes he would unconsciously show a slight pout when the time was not to his liking and he would return to reading with a slightly disappointed expression.
She thought him a cute, yet at the same time very handsome guy.
Whenever he turned a page of his book, he would shortly glance around the room, without really seeing the images passing by. It was a habit of his, and a very cute one at that. Sometimes, when he stayed longer than normal, he would be taking a sip of his tea, only to notice that the glass was empty. He would then, every time again, raise his eyebrows in wonder and stare at the glass as if it would magically fill up again if he just kept looking long enough. It of course never did. He would then frown and put the glass down again, getting ready to leave. He never ordered a second one.
She thought him a predictable, yet at the same time very interesting guy.
As time passed and his visits became something to look forward to, his attitude gradually changed. At first they were minor changes, like how he would actually take in his surroundings when glancing around the room, or how the disappointed look on his face would become more obvious when he put back down his empty glass. After a while, however, he even stayed and ordered another glass, smiling like a happy little kid when it was brought to him. The biggest change of all happened on a sunny autumn Friday, when he left his spot in the corner to come sit on a stool at the bar, right in front of her.
She thought him a manly, yet at the same time very feminine guy.
And then he struck a conversation with her.
“Hello.” His voice sounded all the more attractive now that she heard it from closer by and the smile that pulled up the corners of his mouth made her want to melt right then and there into one big puddle of happy person. If it was true that certain looks could kill, then this guy’s gaze could revive someone from the dead. She managed to pull her mouth into a smile as well and nodded politely at him, unable to avert her eyes from his beautiful face.
“Good evening, sir.” she greeted him quickly, letting her eyes dart towards other customers as he looked at her. She smiled at the first guy whose eyes she met. He was sitting at her favourite table, eyeing her intently as if he wanted to see right through her. She quickly turned her attention back to the glasses she was cleaning when one almost slipped out of her fingers.
“My name is Sungmin.” the attractive voice told her right at that moment. She smiled out of politeness, feeling strangely disappointed that he had taken away part of the mystery around himself. Somehow it was better when she hadn’t known any name to call him, because that seemed to fit his out-of-this-world looks and behaviour. The silence that followed was filled with expectation from his side.
“Ne, err.. Giselle.” she replied quickly when she realised he was waiting for her to talk. He smiled a toothpaste smile upon hearing her name and nodded happily.
“I come here more often.” He kept his eyes focused on his hands as he fiddled with a little piece of paper. Unable to look at him, she eyed the paper as well, unconsciously smiling as she noticed his anxiety. When no other words came from him, she realised it was her turn to say something again.
“I know..” she therefore replied. “Every Friday. You drink one cup of citron tea, lately sometimes even two, and always glance at the clock like you don’t want to be late for an appointment, but you never leave at fixed times. You just go whenever your tea is out.” She glanced up at his eyes, noticing that he was looking at her in surprise. A little blush crept up her cheeks as she realised what she had just said and she felt like she had to explain herself in some way. For that reason, she softly mumbled some more words. “You intrigued me..”
His laughter was soft, feminine and way too attractive to be allowed to exist in this world. She found herself gazing at him in surprised shock, wondering what it was that made him laugh like that.
“Giselle..” her name sounded so nice coming from him that she was too mesmerised to react. Instead of explaining his reason for laughing, he let his eyes wander to something on his right, while going on: “What do you know about him?” She followed the direction he had glanced in and locked eyes again with the guy she had smiled at earlier. He smiled back at her now and she found the corners of her mouth creeping up automatically. After a moment of comfortably smiling at the person, she turned back to Sungmin.
“I think I’ve seen him around a few times before.” she mumbled, before sighing. “I’m sorry, but ever since you started coming I haven’t really been paying attention to the other customers as much as I used to.” Her eyes darted to the cold sink under her hands as she felt another blush redden her cheeks. She quickly took up the towel to start drying the cleaned glasses, just to have something to do.
“I thought he would be an exception.” Sungmin said, obviously ignoring her feeling of shame.
“Why?” She couldn’t help looking up at him, the curiosity bigger than her embarrassment. Unconsciously, she glanced at the guy they were talking about again. He was still looking at her, not even trying the least to hide it.
“He’s been coming every Friday just like me, but he’s here already when I arrive and doesn’t leave until after I am gone. His eyes are on you at all times, unless a waitress comes to talk to him to take his order. Every time he looks at you and sees you looking at someone else - which was me apparently - his face falls in disappointment.” Sungmin played with the paper in his hand as if he was talking about something totally different from the guy. “Perhaps he even comes by every day.”
“So I have a stalker?” she asked, a little shocked, raising her eyebrows in wonder. Sungmin laughed again, not bothering to keep down his volume.
“If you call that a stalker, then I am talking to my own stalker now, right?” he managed to tell her in between chuckles. His words were so shockingly true that she was dumbstruck. Sungmin let out a few more giggles, before turning serious again. “Maybe you just intrigue him.. Maybe he wants to get to know you, but doesn’t want to make the first move.” Unconsciously, her eyes darted to the guy again and she found herself inspecting him. After a while, she turned back to Sungmin.
“Why do you tell me this?” she asked, trying to find the answer in his expression. He simply smiled, a new smile which she had never seen before. His eyes wandered from her face to something behind her, but he was obviously thinking about totally different things than the glasses in the cupboards. She patiently waited until his eyes returned to her face. When they did, the new smile that could only be described as love became more prominent on his face.
“I’m getting married next month.” His eyes sparkled when the words left him. She was speechless. “I won’t be coming the following weeks because of preparations and since I saw you looking at me a few times, I thought I’d tell you in case you would worry when I suddenly wouldn’t show up anymore. But hearing all this from you, realising I intrigued you this much..” He sighed as he started fiddling with the paper again.. “I guess I feel a little guilty and sorry?” There was a short silence between them, before she managed to speak.
“Congratulations.” she said, and as the words left her mouth, she really did feel happy for him. As she thought about it more, her enthusiasm rose. “You must be very excited about the wedding! Have you decided on your fiancé’s wedding gown yet?” Her eyes sparkled in excitement as she tried to imagine a girl in a dress who could live up to Sungmin’s prettiness.
“Yes, we did!” He seemed to feel relieved because of her sincerely happy reaction. “Actually..” He looked up at her in doubt for a moment. “Would you like to come? I mean.. If this isn’t too awkward for you?” He smiled another one of his toothpaste smiles and crumpled up the paper out of anxiety.
“Are you sure?” she responded. “I mean, I’d love to, but would your wife-to-be be okay with it? I don’t even know her.. And we just met as well..”
“Technically we’ve known each other for months.” he retorted, making her smile. “Let’s be friends?” He reached his hand out to her and she shook it after only a short moment of hesitation. He smiled even wider. “Great. I have to go now, but I’ll send you an invitation, ne? Here, let me give you my number.” As he unfolded the harassed piece of paper, she was quick to hand him a pen. He scribbled his name down on it and added a series of numbers. After that, he left with another wave of his hand. She stayed behind with the strangely satisfying knowledge that Sungmin was now a friend of hers.
Just like he had said he would, he didn’t show up anymore the next Friday, but the other guy did. In fact, he apparently came by every day of the week. Sometimes he stayed longer than other times, but he never failed to show up. At first she found it a little weird to constantly have his eyes on her, but on the other hand, she couldn’t help glancing at him every so often as well. It was like his piercing stare gave her a reason to look back, and as days passed, she found herself looking at him out of genuine interest. She started wondering about him, about what his reasons were for coming by every day, but most of all, she started to notice him for real.
She thought him a very handsome guy.
He would enter the café like any other regular customer, always setting off to his standard table that, which was the closest one to the bar. It was her favourite table, for she was able to observe the people sitting there while going unnoticed. Of course he would always notice her. He would order the same thing every day, just a light beer, and drink it while throwing the occasional glances her way. When he wasn’t occupying himself by looking at her, he would be watching some sports played on the TV or would be busy on his phone, texting or something of that sort. He never seemed to be shaken by anything, was it noisy customers or sudden events, he just let them pass by. Whenever he noticed his glass was empty, he would simply order another one, but he never got himself drunk.
She thought him a very interesting guy.
As time passed and her interest in him grew, he would not just occasionally glance at her, but sometimes sit there and simply look at her non-stop for a while. He always seemed to know on which days he could pull it off without making her nervous and on which days he couldn’t. It made her feel flattered to know that someone had such a big interest in her, yet she sometimes also felt a little freaked out. After all, there was a guy staring at her every single day. A very handsome and interesting guy, but he was still staring nonetheless. Day after day. Until one day, he entered the café and walked straight towards the bar stool right in front of her, where he sat down without any further complications.
She thought him a very manly guy.
And then he had some small talk with her.
“Hello.” He had a low voice that seemed to vibrate in the air around her and the smile that pulled up the corners of his mouth made her smile back at him immediately. If there was something like living happily ever after, then this guy would surely make it an interesting eternity. She immediately picked up a glass and poured out his every day beer. When she handed it to him, the fingers of his hand slightly touched hers and she felt a twinge of shyness as she let go.
“Good evening sir.” she greeted him quickly, letting her eyes wander over the rest of the customers in the café to see if anyone was lacking anything. Somehow, she ended up looking at the guy in front of her again, curious as to why he had left his table and came to sit at the bar. He hadn’t done that once in all of the past months. The silence that followed only made her curiosity rise and she had to occupy herself to keep from asking him for his reasons.
“My name is Kangin.” the beautiful, deep voice told her after the guy had taken a few sips of his glass. She smiled almost automatically again, not having to put an effort into being friendly. For some reason her friendliness seemed to come naturally whenever she was around him. His calm and self-assured attitude made her feel safe, like he would know what to do, whatever happened. The name he had told her fit him perfectly, for it described the exact feel she got when looking at him.
“Ne, I’m Giselle.” she replied immediately after, letting her eyes lock with his again. A smile appeared on his face and she couldn’t help but grin back.
“I come here more often.” He let his eyes wander from hers to the table he used to sit at, before returning them back to their starting point. Unable to look away from him, she only nodded, thinking about all the times she had seen him before. In her mind, however, connections were slowly being made and while she was actually still in the middle of contemplating what to say, her mouth was already answering to his words.
“I know..” With a smile, she motioned at his beer. “This one’s on the house.” Her eyes darted from the cool glass of beer to his fingers, that were fiddling with a piece of paper. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the last connection was made and out of an impulse she added: “Are you getting married?”
His laughter filled the whole café. The uncaring sound was mesmerising and she eyed him in surprise, wondering what it was that made him laugh out loud like he had. When his laughter died away, a big grin remained on his face and he showed her one of the most handsome yet at the same time most adorable winks ever as he replied to her question.
“Only if you’re the other one saying I do.”
[FIC] You must be kidding me
Title: You must be kidding me
Characters: Kyuhyun, Sungmin, OC
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.495
Summary: Kyuhyun crushes on the newest addition to their dorm help.
A/N: I wrote this because my wifey & I had been acting too married lately and it got all these weird inspirational ideas in my head, which ended in me writing a totally weird inspired fanfic. LoL. xD
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She had been working in their dorms for a while now, taking care of the cleaning for them and sometimes also making dinner. Her dark hair would then be tied together into a ponytail, the only time that happened, and she would always hum a little melody while cooking. Whenever she would flick a few strands of stubborn hair back over her shoulder, she would glance at the boys in the living room for a moment and smile when one of them was looking her way. She was always very patient, bearing their many questions and never once scolding them when they messed up completely. Her name was Yumiko and compared to the noona’s around, she was like a breath of fresh air to the boys.
Especially Kyuhyun was infatuated by her. She was the first female in the dorm that was closer to his age than to his hyungs’. It intrigued him to be called oppa by someone who worked for him instead of being ‘taken care of’ by someone who reminded him too much of his mother. And of course she was pretty. Management just had to pick someone pretty. They couldn’t have found a young girl that was ugly to keep the members from falling in love, no, they just had to get someone who made his cheeks flush whenever she smiled at him and made his skin burn whenever she touched it. They just HAD to be that devilish.
But things weren’t going the turn out the way he thought they would, and if he had known that, he would never have gone up to her to ask her if she had anything to do that day. He would never have looked at her pretty smile and thought about how much he wanted to kiss those sweet lips. He would never have listened to her surprised voice telling him she was free all afternoon. Most importantly of all, he would never have invited her to go out into the city with him. Yet he didn’t know what would happen, so he did ask, he did look, he did listen and he did invite her. And there he was, hoping for a positive answer from her side.
“Are you serious?” she asked, eyes wide in surprise. After a few moments, the smile broke through her shock and she started nodding. “Oh, I would love to go out into the city, oppa!” He was delighted to hear those words, but moments after she said them, her face fell. He eyed her in wonder, waiting for the reason of her sudden sad expression. “Is it possible for you? I mean.. Won’t fans recognise you and such? Is it safe for you to go out into the city with a girl? I don’t want this to start a scandal or something..” He chuckled at her sudden waterfall of slightly panicked words.
“Don’t worry. You’re taking care of our dorm, right? When a scandal starts, we’ll just tell them that you’re helping me buy new clothes. It won’t even be a lie, because I’m in serious need of a new training to walk around in.”
Her smile reappeared again at his words, but there still seemed to be something bothering her. He waited patiently for her to voice her worries. Before she did that, however, she turned back to the fire and made sure the food wasn’t getting burnt. His eyes followed her every move from the moment she turned away until she turned back to him. He then looked at her expectantly with the friendliest smile he could manage.
“Would you mind if I brought someone along, though? I promised Yeoni I would spend some time with her today because it’s been so long since we were able to do something together..” she mumbled, gazing down at the ground with lightly flushed cheeks. It was adorable, yet beautiful at the same time. Looking at her totally beat staring at ugly monsters on his computer screen. He found himself smiling like a lovestruck idiot over that thought and quickly fixed his expression before answering her.
“Uh.. Of course I don’t mind! Why would I?” Because they would not be going out alone anymore. The friend would be hovering around them and he might even become the third wheel on the bike. That’s when another idea brightened his mind and he added: “I could bring another member as well then if you’d like? I’m sure Hyukjae hyung or Heechul hyung wouldn’t mind coming along. Or maybe they would.. It’s their free day too. Let’s see.. Who wouldn’t mind going out to the city to shop for a training with me..?”
“I’d say Jungsoo oppa, but he really needs to get some sleep. We shouldn’t wake him up to go out shopping. How about Sungmin oppa?” she suggested when he didn’t seem to find anyone. Her words made the smile return to his face as he saw the potential in them.
“Sungmin hyung! What a wonderful idea!” he exclaimed, immediately running off to go ask his roommate if he wanted to go out to the city with the three of them. Sungmin gladly accepted, saying he needed some things as well anyway, so Kyuhyun happily went back to tell Yumiko the good news. When he entered the kitchen, however, she was on the phone with someone. Probably that Yeoni friend of hers, to ask if she was okay with going to the city.
“You sure you don’t mind?” Yumiko just asked the person on the other line when he walked through the door. She looked up at him and smiled a moment, before focusing on stirring the rice she was cooking again. “Okay, that’s great! I’ll see you in an hour then? We’ll meet at the same place as usual.” She smiled at something that was said by her friend, before nodding. “Yes. See you later, hun.” When she hung up, she turned to him. “Sungmin’s coming as well?” He nodded. “It’s settled then!” Her bright smile was infectious, so he happily smiled back without noticing.
That’s how they ended up in the city about an hour later. Yumiko was walking in between him and Sungmin. They were both wearing a slight disguise as to try and not be recognised too quickly. They headed towards the train station, where they would meet up with Yeoni. Kyuhyun had no idea what the girl looked like, so he didn’t even bother to search for her, but when Yumiko suddenly started waving and broke into a little run, he followed the direction she went in with his eyes.
A cute-looking, dark-haired girl was waving back at Yumiko. She started to run towards the other girl herself and the two of them met at what was about the middle of the distance in between them. When they reached each other, they happily hugged and let out a few cries of ‘I missed you’ and ‘How good to see you.’ As their arms were wrapped around each other, they hugged like friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time. Then Yeoni did something that made every cell in his brain stop working. She let go of Yumiko a little and leaned in to peck the other one on the lips.
Kyuhyun froze in shock and stared at the scene displayed in front of him for a moment, before looking at Sungmin. It was obvious that his hyung also had not at all expected something to the likes of what had happened. Before either of them could say anything, however, Yumiko already walked back up to them, smiling brightly as she pulled the Yeoni girl along with her.
“Oppas! This is Yeoni. Yeoni, these are Kyuhyun and Sungmin.” she introduced the three to each other. Yeoni waved happily at them with her left hand, as her right hand was comfortably holding Yumiko’s. Kyuhyun swallowed, trying to talk, but it didn’t really work.
“Nice to meet you, Kyuhyun oppa, Sungmin oppa.” Yeoni said, bowing slightly with a happy smile on her face. When she straightened her body again, she looked at Yumiko. “So we’re going to go shop, right?”
“Yes! Kyuhyun oppa needs a new training and I believe Sungmin oppa needed some things as well, right?” the older girl answered. She didn’t even wait for a reply from the boys before turning to look at the shopping street. “Let’s go!” she exclaimed, walking off together with Yeoni. The two boys were left behind to watch the couple go.
“I feel sorry for you, Kyu.” Sungmin mumbled, patting the maknae’s shoulder in sympathy.
Kyuhyun could only sigh. “I guess I’ll become gay.” he said, turning to look at his friend. “You don’t have a girlfriend at the moment, do you, hyung?”
The moment Sungmin realised what his dongsaeng was implying, his eyes grew wide and he quickly ran off to catch up with the girls, leaving a smirking Kyuhyun to follow after him.
Characters: Kyuhyun, Sungmin, OC
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.495
Summary: Kyuhyun crushes on the newest addition to their dorm help.
A/N: I wrote this because my wifey & I had been acting too married lately and it got all these weird inspirational ideas in my head, which ended in me writing a totally weird inspired fanfic. LoL. xD
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She had been working in their dorms for a while now, taking care of the cleaning for them and sometimes also making dinner. Her dark hair would then be tied together into a ponytail, the only time that happened, and she would always hum a little melody while cooking. Whenever she would flick a few strands of stubborn hair back over her shoulder, she would glance at the boys in the living room for a moment and smile when one of them was looking her way. She was always very patient, bearing their many questions and never once scolding them when they messed up completely. Her name was Yumiko and compared to the noona’s around, she was like a breath of fresh air to the boys.
Especially Kyuhyun was infatuated by her. She was the first female in the dorm that was closer to his age than to his hyungs’. It intrigued him to be called oppa by someone who worked for him instead of being ‘taken care of’ by someone who reminded him too much of his mother. And of course she was pretty. Management just had to pick someone pretty. They couldn’t have found a young girl that was ugly to keep the members from falling in love, no, they just had to get someone who made his cheeks flush whenever she smiled at him and made his skin burn whenever she touched it. They just HAD to be that devilish.
But things weren’t going the turn out the way he thought they would, and if he had known that, he would never have gone up to her to ask her if she had anything to do that day. He would never have looked at her pretty smile and thought about how much he wanted to kiss those sweet lips. He would never have listened to her surprised voice telling him she was free all afternoon. Most importantly of all, he would never have invited her to go out into the city with him. Yet he didn’t know what would happen, so he did ask, he did look, he did listen and he did invite her. And there he was, hoping for a positive answer from her side.
“Are you serious?” she asked, eyes wide in surprise. After a few moments, the smile broke through her shock and she started nodding. “Oh, I would love to go out into the city, oppa!” He was delighted to hear those words, but moments after she said them, her face fell. He eyed her in wonder, waiting for the reason of her sudden sad expression. “Is it possible for you? I mean.. Won’t fans recognise you and such? Is it safe for you to go out into the city with a girl? I don’t want this to start a scandal or something..” He chuckled at her sudden waterfall of slightly panicked words.
“Don’t worry. You’re taking care of our dorm, right? When a scandal starts, we’ll just tell them that you’re helping me buy new clothes. It won’t even be a lie, because I’m in serious need of a new training to walk around in.”
Her smile reappeared again at his words, but there still seemed to be something bothering her. He waited patiently for her to voice her worries. Before she did that, however, she turned back to the fire and made sure the food wasn’t getting burnt. His eyes followed her every move from the moment she turned away until she turned back to him. He then looked at her expectantly with the friendliest smile he could manage.
“Would you mind if I brought someone along, though? I promised Yeoni I would spend some time with her today because it’s been so long since we were able to do something together..” she mumbled, gazing down at the ground with lightly flushed cheeks. It was adorable, yet beautiful at the same time. Looking at her totally beat staring at ugly monsters on his computer screen. He found himself smiling like a lovestruck idiot over that thought and quickly fixed his expression before answering her.
“Uh.. Of course I don’t mind! Why would I?” Because they would not be going out alone anymore. The friend would be hovering around them and he might even become the third wheel on the bike. That’s when another idea brightened his mind and he added: “I could bring another member as well then if you’d like? I’m sure Hyukjae hyung or Heechul hyung wouldn’t mind coming along. Or maybe they would.. It’s their free day too. Let’s see.. Who wouldn’t mind going out to the city to shop for a training with me..?”
“I’d say Jungsoo oppa, but he really needs to get some sleep. We shouldn’t wake him up to go out shopping. How about Sungmin oppa?” she suggested when he didn’t seem to find anyone. Her words made the smile return to his face as he saw the potential in them.
“Sungmin hyung! What a wonderful idea!” he exclaimed, immediately running off to go ask his roommate if he wanted to go out to the city with the three of them. Sungmin gladly accepted, saying he needed some things as well anyway, so Kyuhyun happily went back to tell Yumiko the good news. When he entered the kitchen, however, she was on the phone with someone. Probably that Yeoni friend of hers, to ask if she was okay with going to the city.
“You sure you don’t mind?” Yumiko just asked the person on the other line when he walked through the door. She looked up at him and smiled a moment, before focusing on stirring the rice she was cooking again. “Okay, that’s great! I’ll see you in an hour then? We’ll meet at the same place as usual.” She smiled at something that was said by her friend, before nodding. “Yes. See you later, hun.” When she hung up, she turned to him. “Sungmin’s coming as well?” He nodded. “It’s settled then!” Her bright smile was infectious, so he happily smiled back without noticing.
That’s how they ended up in the city about an hour later. Yumiko was walking in between him and Sungmin. They were both wearing a slight disguise as to try and not be recognised too quickly. They headed towards the train station, where they would meet up with Yeoni. Kyuhyun had no idea what the girl looked like, so he didn’t even bother to search for her, but when Yumiko suddenly started waving and broke into a little run, he followed the direction she went in with his eyes.
A cute-looking, dark-haired girl was waving back at Yumiko. She started to run towards the other girl herself and the two of them met at what was about the middle of the distance in between them. When they reached each other, they happily hugged and let out a few cries of ‘I missed you’ and ‘How good to see you.’ As their arms were wrapped around each other, they hugged like friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time. Then Yeoni did something that made every cell in his brain stop working. She let go of Yumiko a little and leaned in to peck the other one on the lips.
Kyuhyun froze in shock and stared at the scene displayed in front of him for a moment, before looking at Sungmin. It was obvious that his hyung also had not at all expected something to the likes of what had happened. Before either of them could say anything, however, Yumiko already walked back up to them, smiling brightly as she pulled the Yeoni girl along with her.
“Oppas! This is Yeoni. Yeoni, these are Kyuhyun and Sungmin.” she introduced the three to each other. Yeoni waved happily at them with her left hand, as her right hand was comfortably holding Yumiko’s. Kyuhyun swallowed, trying to talk, but it didn’t really work.
“Nice to meet you, Kyuhyun oppa, Sungmin oppa.” Yeoni said, bowing slightly with a happy smile on her face. When she straightened her body again, she looked at Yumiko. “So we’re going to go shop, right?”
“Yes! Kyuhyun oppa needs a new training and I believe Sungmin oppa needed some things as well, right?” the older girl answered. She didn’t even wait for a reply from the boys before turning to look at the shopping street. “Let’s go!” she exclaimed, walking off together with Yeoni. The two boys were left behind to watch the couple go.
“I feel sorry for you, Kyu.” Sungmin mumbled, patting the maknae’s shoulder in sympathy.
Kyuhyun could only sigh. “I guess I’ll become gay.” he said, turning to look at his friend. “You don’t have a girlfriend at the moment, do you, hyung?”
The moment Sungmin realised what his dongsaeng was implying, his eyes grew wide and he quickly ran off to catch up with the girls, leaving a smirking Kyuhyun to follow after him.
[FIC] Spanish Wine
Title: Spanish Wine
Characters: Sungmin, Heechul
Rating: G
Wordcount: 967
Summary: Sungmin worries too much, Heechul has the answers
A/N: I write too much stories, don't I..? But I love it..
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Sometimes we can’t help but wonder what will await us tomorrow. So we sit and think, trying to find a possible scenario for the next day. But it never comes true, does it? And we think about what we want in life, yet we cannot seem to make up our minds. We doubt, we wonder, we ponder.. To what avail? We dream of bigger things, come up with ‘What if’s and ‘If I had just’s, yet those only hurt us.
“What are you doing here?”
Shocked, Sungmin turned to look at the person who said those words. He felt his heartbeat slow down again when he recognized the other and let out a little sigh.
“I could ask you the same question, Heechul-ssi.”
To Sungmin’s surprise, there was no answer as the other calmly walked up to him and took a place at the edge of the roof as well. He watched his hyung stare out into the night for a while.
“You could, but you would not get an answer and I would still be waiting for yours.” A short pause. “But how many times do you want me to tell you? Drop the ssi, add a hyung. How long have we known each other now?”
Sungmin smiled involuntarily. Heechul often seemed to have that effect.
“Long enough, I guess.”
Silent again. They stood, they stared, they didn’t say anything anymore. Until..
“So what are you doing up here?”
“Thinking.”
“About?”
“Life..”
“Yah! Are you going to make me pull it out of you word by word? Spit it out already!”
A flicker of a smile rushed over Sungmin’s face with the outburst of his hyung. Only seconds later, worry and doubt conquered his expression again, however, and he turned to stare at the city as well. It was full of lights and life, even though it must have been past midnight already.
“Heechul-ssi, I think you will not understand the things that bug me.”
“Try me.”
Sungmin looked at his friend for a while, trying to level his seriousness. There was no sound coming from the normally noisy Heechul and he was still staring out into the night. Yet Sungmin knew that every word he would say, would be heard and listened to.
“Who are we?” he asked, gazing up at the moon. A little cloud floated in front of it, dimming the light a little before passing by. “I asked myself this so many times..”
“We are Super Junior members.” the reply came. Soft. Low. Serious. Very unlike his hyung. “We sing popular songs, dance popular dances. We do whatever we are told to do and say what people want to hear from us. We are idols.”
Heechul smirked.
“But right here, right now.. We are just Sungmin and Heechul.” Another pause. “Tell me what has been bothering you..”
Sungmin turned his head again to look at the other. His black hair hung down next to his face, annoying him on the one hand, feeling rather comforting on the other. He stroked it out of his eyes with a little sigh.
“My hair is almost as long as yours.”
“I see very well why that would bother you, but I don’t think it is what brought you to this rooftop on such a, if I can mention it, wonderful evening.”
Another flash of a smile lit up Sungmin’s face, mirrored by the little raise of the corners of Heechul’s mouth when the latter turned to look at him.
“Shouldn’t we be enjoying our lives?”
“Aren’t we?”
“We work. It is true that we have fun from time to time, but mostly, we are simply working our butts off.”
“Did we not choose this life? This work? I agree it is hard sometimes, I agree it can get lonely sometimes, I agree it is simply work most of the time, but.. Is it not what we have decided to spend our life with?”
Ah. Bitterness was in his hyung’s voice as well. Sungmin could hear regret pouring out of Heechul’s mouth together with the words.
“We were young, were we not?”
“And foolish.”
“Some are still.”
A bitter laugh came from Heechul as he turned to his younger friend with an indefinable look in his eyes.
“It does not do to dwell in the past. What has been, will not return again and is now nothing but a memory. It is only today that matters, because if you screw up today, it will be a mess to clean up tomorrow.”
Heechul put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and turned him away from the edge of the roof. As he started to walk towards the door, he softly pulled the other along with him.
“Don’t think so much, Sungmin-ah, it brings you nothing but pain. Come, let’s go back and have a drink. I have this bottle of amazing Spanish wine lying around in my room and I think I might just feel like sharing today.”
Sometimes we can’t help but wonder what will await us tomorrow. So we sit and think, trying to find a possible scenario for the next day. But it never comes true, does it? And we think about what we want in life, yet we cannot seem to make up our minds. We doubt, we wonder, we ponder.. To what avail? We dream of bigger things, come up with ‘What if’s and ‘If I had just’s, yet those only hurt us..
Luckily, at those times, there will be someone who comes and pulls our head out of those clouds to put us back with our two feet on the ground. On such moments, we remember that tomorrow is steadily closing in on us and there’s nothing we can do about it, so we better enjoy today while we still can.
Characters: Sungmin, Heechul
Rating: G
Wordcount: 967
Summary: Sungmin worries too much, Heechul has the answers
A/N: I write too much stories, don't I..? But I love it..
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Sometimes we can’t help but wonder what will await us tomorrow. So we sit and think, trying to find a possible scenario for the next day. But it never comes true, does it? And we think about what we want in life, yet we cannot seem to make up our minds. We doubt, we wonder, we ponder.. To what avail? We dream of bigger things, come up with ‘What if’s and ‘If I had just’s, yet those only hurt us.
“What are you doing here?”
Shocked, Sungmin turned to look at the person who said those words. He felt his heartbeat slow down again when he recognized the other and let out a little sigh.
“I could ask you the same question, Heechul-ssi.”
To Sungmin’s surprise, there was no answer as the other calmly walked up to him and took a place at the edge of the roof as well. He watched his hyung stare out into the night for a while.
“You could, but you would not get an answer and I would still be waiting for yours.” A short pause. “But how many times do you want me to tell you? Drop the ssi, add a hyung. How long have we known each other now?”
Sungmin smiled involuntarily. Heechul often seemed to have that effect.
“Long enough, I guess.”
Silent again. They stood, they stared, they didn’t say anything anymore. Until..
“So what are you doing up here?”
“Thinking.”
“About?”
“Life..”
“Yah! Are you going to make me pull it out of you word by word? Spit it out already!”
A flicker of a smile rushed over Sungmin’s face with the outburst of his hyung. Only seconds later, worry and doubt conquered his expression again, however, and he turned to stare at the city as well. It was full of lights and life, even though it must have been past midnight already.
“Heechul-ssi, I think you will not understand the things that bug me.”
“Try me.”
Sungmin looked at his friend for a while, trying to level his seriousness. There was no sound coming from the normally noisy Heechul and he was still staring out into the night. Yet Sungmin knew that every word he would say, would be heard and listened to.
“Who are we?” he asked, gazing up at the moon. A little cloud floated in front of it, dimming the light a little before passing by. “I asked myself this so many times..”
“We are Super Junior members.” the reply came. Soft. Low. Serious. Very unlike his hyung. “We sing popular songs, dance popular dances. We do whatever we are told to do and say what people want to hear from us. We are idols.”
Heechul smirked.
“But right here, right now.. We are just Sungmin and Heechul.” Another pause. “Tell me what has been bothering you..”
Sungmin turned his head again to look at the other. His black hair hung down next to his face, annoying him on the one hand, feeling rather comforting on the other. He stroked it out of his eyes with a little sigh.
“My hair is almost as long as yours.”
“I see very well why that would bother you, but I don’t think it is what brought you to this rooftop on such a, if I can mention it, wonderful evening.”
Another flash of a smile lit up Sungmin’s face, mirrored by the little raise of the corners of Heechul’s mouth when the latter turned to look at him.
“Shouldn’t we be enjoying our lives?”
“Aren’t we?”
“We work. It is true that we have fun from time to time, but mostly, we are simply working our butts off.”
“Did we not choose this life? This work? I agree it is hard sometimes, I agree it can get lonely sometimes, I agree it is simply work most of the time, but.. Is it not what we have decided to spend our life with?”
Ah. Bitterness was in his hyung’s voice as well. Sungmin could hear regret pouring out of Heechul’s mouth together with the words.
“We were young, were we not?”
“And foolish.”
“Some are still.”
A bitter laugh came from Heechul as he turned to his younger friend with an indefinable look in his eyes.
“It does not do to dwell in the past. What has been, will not return again and is now nothing but a memory. It is only today that matters, because if you screw up today, it will be a mess to clean up tomorrow.”
Heechul put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and turned him away from the edge of the roof. As he started to walk towards the door, he softly pulled the other along with him.
“Don’t think so much, Sungmin-ah, it brings you nothing but pain. Come, let’s go back and have a drink. I have this bottle of amazing Spanish wine lying around in my room and I think I might just feel like sharing today.”
Sometimes we can’t help but wonder what will await us tomorrow. So we sit and think, trying to find a possible scenario for the next day. But it never comes true, does it? And we think about what we want in life, yet we cannot seem to make up our minds. We doubt, we wonder, we ponder.. To what avail? We dream of bigger things, come up with ‘What if’s and ‘If I had just’s, yet those only hurt us..
Luckily, at those times, there will be someone who comes and pulls our head out of those clouds to put us back with our two feet on the ground. On such moments, we remember that tomorrow is steadily closing in on us and there’s nothing we can do about it, so we better enjoy today while we still can.
[FIC] Minor Mistake
Title: Minor Mistake
Characters: Sungmin, OC
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1.430
Summary: The morning after brings a surprise
A/N: Same as before. A fic translated to English because of the loved plot. Comments are always appreciated, they make the life of a writer a little brighter. ^^
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“Don’t don, modeun gae don saesang, weon anae gadhin neo, what is your mind..”
Annoyed, I turn to hit my alarm clock so that it stops making so much noise. Aish. Really not the best way ever to start my day. Especially not the morning after such an amazing night.
I turn my body so that I end up on my other side and thereby look right into the face with the soft features and the two eyes that fascinated me so much yesterday. One of the biggest reasons the owner of the eyes is now lying next to me. He is, however, still asleep at this very moment.
To be honest, I don’t remember much from last night. I was quite drunk. If I could take the liberty of calling 10 shared bottles of Soju ‘quite.’ I do remember that the guy in front of me has an ex-girlfriend whom he has broken up with about a month ago. I’m the first person he 'dated' since then, but I’m not really sure yet if I’m just a one-night-stand. With a bit of luck this might become a two-nights-stand -I don’t care if that word exists or not-, because he was great. And then I don’t mean great, but great.
I have sadly forgotten the name of the guy, though, but I’ll find it out again somehow. I’ll use my subtle finding-out-names-tactic when he wakes up. Until I remember it, however, I should give him a nickname. Let’s see what fits him.. Stuffy! That sounds about right.. From now on I’ll officially call him Stuffy.
I pull up the corners of my mouth into a lazy smile when Stuffy opens his eyes. Yep, that nickname really suits him. Almost immediately my smile is returned as he flashes his advertisement-like white teeth at me. Wonderful! He doesn’t even suffer from some kind of morning mood! I should try to keep this one.
“Have you been up long?” he asks, letting his eyes wander around the room shortly. I shake my head.
“I woke up just now. My alarm clock went off. It was playing Super Junior. Like my day can’t start any worse. Really terrible to wake up with Super Junior on the background.” I complain childishly, the remembrance of the song making my mood sink below zero degrees again. As I think about it, I realize I have already forgotten the reason why I turned on my alarm clock to begin with.
“What do you dislike so much about Super Junior?” Stuffy asks, with an amused smile on his face. I look him in the eyes shortly, before I get up a little. I take a deep breath as I prepare for a huge lecture about the idols.
“Ah, oppa, have you seen that band?” I start my complaining. Well, he asked about it and once I start about those idiots, I never stop.
“Let’s start with that Heechul. Or even better, let’s start with his HAIR. First of all, who is stupid enough to dye his hair blonde and then have it curled? Of course you look like a girl then, even a baby knows that! Is he retarded or something? And then that Shindong’s haircut. Seriously.. If he would just cut it short, but no! He just had to dig up my grandmother’s poodle which has been dead for two years and put it on his head. And that’s just his hair. No offence, but when you dance so much on stage, one would think you’d actually lose some weight or something!”
After having almost spit out those words, I let a short silence fill the room to give Stuffy the time to process everything I have just told him. Meanwhile, I sit up completely and look around the room a moment. Unashamed I get out of the bed -leaving the cover of the blanket behind me- to pull a clean slip from my wardrobe and put it on. After that mission is complete, the search for a bra starts as I continue my lecture.
“And then there’s that Eunhyuk something. I mean.. Seriously.. Does he want to look like an idiot or can’t he help being one?” I viciously shake my head as I say those words. “His terrible gummy-smile is also very much of a no-go. Maybe his face on its own was nice, but once he starts smiling I’d rather hide under my bed than look at him one moment longer.” I sigh. “And have you seen their clothes? Because, really, when I saw them I was convinced they had gone to my grandmother’s house and stole her curtains to make thirteen pairs of pants out of them.”
Right.. I am apparently obsessed with my grandmother today. Well, can I help it that those Super Junior idiots look like my grandmother’s belongings half of the time?
Meanwhile I have also found my bra and put it on. The search for clothes continues, but now I try to find a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. The ones I wore yesterday will be fine, I decide, since I have only worn them one day. As I pick up the forgotten jeans and T-shirt, I simultaneously try to put on both, using one hand for each of the clothing articles. Miraculously I actually succeed in this attempt of very unique dressing.
Every time I encountered one of Stuffy’s clothes on my search for my own clothes, I carefully folded it and put it on my desk chair, so that he would be able to dress up later without any problems. Yet with every move I made, I had felt Stuffy’s eyes following me around.
Now that I’m fully dressed, I decide to sit on the edge of the bed and look at him once more. He smiles, making his brown eyes sparkle happily. I unconsciously lean closer to him and as a reward get a kiss from him. Wow. Simply superb. I really should try to keep this one, one way or another. With someone like this I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life.
After my outburst about a few of the Super Junior members, however, I feel like having a drink first, before I continue with the rest of the band. Therefore, I get up and walk towards the tiny kitchen of my just as tiny apartment. It’s an open kitchen that is in the same room my bed is in. It’s kind of useful on moments like this one, but it’s also a little annoying that my back’s facing the bed when I’m busy at the sink.
“They’re so incredibly childish as well. If not for the fact that they do manage to make a good song here and there, I really wouldn’t want to hear a word about them. At least there’s this one cute guy in the band called Sungmin. Still someone decent in the midst of all those idiots to raise their intellectual level.” I conclude my previous lecture. I have only seen that Sungmin guy on a picture once a very long time ago, but anyway..
Because of Stuffy’s good mood and his kiss I have lost my will to complain to him about that silly band. He doesn’t deserve it. So I grab a glass from the cupboard and pull the bottle of orange juice from the fridge to pour myself some juice. It’s only when I’m already moving back towards the fridge to put the bottle of orange juice back that I remember my guest and realize that I am being very rude.
“Do you want to drink something as well, Stuffy?” I therefore ask, looking back for just a moment at the young man who’s still sitting on my bed with a relaxed composure, his eyes not leaving me for a second. The amused smile still plays at the corners of his mouth.
“My name is Lee..” he starts saying, but I interrupt him without really listening to what he says.
“Of course, I know what your name is. I just like to call you Stuffy. It suits you.” I continue to open the fridge and put back the bottle of orange juice, hoping it doesn’t show that I have actually indeed forgotten his name.
Stuffy however, continues without being bothered by my words. “..Sungmin. Lee Sungmin.”
My glass of orange juice almost slips out of my fingers as I turn around in shock to look at a brightly smiling Sungmin, saying the only word that comes up in my mind at this very moment.
“Shit.”
Characters: Sungmin, OC
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1.430
Summary: The morning after brings a surprise
A/N: Same as before. A fic translated to English because of the loved plot. Comments are always appreciated, they make the life of a writer a little brighter. ^^
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“Don’t don, modeun gae don saesang, weon anae gadhin neo, what is your mind..”
Annoyed, I turn to hit my alarm clock so that it stops making so much noise. Aish. Really not the best way ever to start my day. Especially not the morning after such an amazing night.
I turn my body so that I end up on my other side and thereby look right into the face with the soft features and the two eyes that fascinated me so much yesterday. One of the biggest reasons the owner of the eyes is now lying next to me. He is, however, still asleep at this very moment.
To be honest, I don’t remember much from last night. I was quite drunk. If I could take the liberty of calling 10 shared bottles of Soju ‘quite.’ I do remember that the guy in front of me has an ex-girlfriend whom he has broken up with about a month ago. I’m the first person he 'dated' since then, but I’m not really sure yet if I’m just a one-night-stand. With a bit of luck this might become a two-nights-stand -I don’t care if that word exists or not-, because he was great. And then I don’t mean great, but great.
I have sadly forgotten the name of the guy, though, but I’ll find it out again somehow. I’ll use my subtle finding-out-names-tactic when he wakes up. Until I remember it, however, I should give him a nickname. Let’s see what fits him.. Stuffy! That sounds about right.. From now on I’ll officially call him Stuffy.
I pull up the corners of my mouth into a lazy smile when Stuffy opens his eyes. Yep, that nickname really suits him. Almost immediately my smile is returned as he flashes his advertisement-like white teeth at me. Wonderful! He doesn’t even suffer from some kind of morning mood! I should try to keep this one.
“Have you been up long?” he asks, letting his eyes wander around the room shortly. I shake my head.
“I woke up just now. My alarm clock went off. It was playing Super Junior. Like my day can’t start any worse. Really terrible to wake up with Super Junior on the background.” I complain childishly, the remembrance of the song making my mood sink below zero degrees again. As I think about it, I realize I have already forgotten the reason why I turned on my alarm clock to begin with.
“What do you dislike so much about Super Junior?” Stuffy asks, with an amused smile on his face. I look him in the eyes shortly, before I get up a little. I take a deep breath as I prepare for a huge lecture about the idols.
“Ah, oppa, have you seen that band?” I start my complaining. Well, he asked about it and once I start about those idiots, I never stop.
“Let’s start with that Heechul. Or even better, let’s start with his HAIR. First of all, who is stupid enough to dye his hair blonde and then have it curled? Of course you look like a girl then, even a baby knows that! Is he retarded or something? And then that Shindong’s haircut. Seriously.. If he would just cut it short, but no! He just had to dig up my grandmother’s poodle which has been dead for two years and put it on his head. And that’s just his hair. No offence, but when you dance so much on stage, one would think you’d actually lose some weight or something!”
After having almost spit out those words, I let a short silence fill the room to give Stuffy the time to process everything I have just told him. Meanwhile, I sit up completely and look around the room a moment. Unashamed I get out of the bed -leaving the cover of the blanket behind me- to pull a clean slip from my wardrobe and put it on. After that mission is complete, the search for a bra starts as I continue my lecture.
“And then there’s that Eunhyuk something. I mean.. Seriously.. Does he want to look like an idiot or can’t he help being one?” I viciously shake my head as I say those words. “His terrible gummy-smile is also very much of a no-go. Maybe his face on its own was nice, but once he starts smiling I’d rather hide under my bed than look at him one moment longer.” I sigh. “And have you seen their clothes? Because, really, when I saw them I was convinced they had gone to my grandmother’s house and stole her curtains to make thirteen pairs of pants out of them.”
Right.. I am apparently obsessed with my grandmother today. Well, can I help it that those Super Junior idiots look like my grandmother’s belongings half of the time?
Meanwhile I have also found my bra and put it on. The search for clothes continues, but now I try to find a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. The ones I wore yesterday will be fine, I decide, since I have only worn them one day. As I pick up the forgotten jeans and T-shirt, I simultaneously try to put on both, using one hand for each of the clothing articles. Miraculously I actually succeed in this attempt of very unique dressing.
Every time I encountered one of Stuffy’s clothes on my search for my own clothes, I carefully folded it and put it on my desk chair, so that he would be able to dress up later without any problems. Yet with every move I made, I had felt Stuffy’s eyes following me around.
Now that I’m fully dressed, I decide to sit on the edge of the bed and look at him once more. He smiles, making his brown eyes sparkle happily. I unconsciously lean closer to him and as a reward get a kiss from him. Wow. Simply superb. I really should try to keep this one, one way or another. With someone like this I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life.
After my outburst about a few of the Super Junior members, however, I feel like having a drink first, before I continue with the rest of the band. Therefore, I get up and walk towards the tiny kitchen of my just as tiny apartment. It’s an open kitchen that is in the same room my bed is in. It’s kind of useful on moments like this one, but it’s also a little annoying that my back’s facing the bed when I’m busy at the sink.
“They’re so incredibly childish as well. If not for the fact that they do manage to make a good song here and there, I really wouldn’t want to hear a word about them. At least there’s this one cute guy in the band called Sungmin. Still someone decent in the midst of all those idiots to raise their intellectual level.” I conclude my previous lecture. I have only seen that Sungmin guy on a picture once a very long time ago, but anyway..
Because of Stuffy’s good mood and his kiss I have lost my will to complain to him about that silly band. He doesn’t deserve it. So I grab a glass from the cupboard and pull the bottle of orange juice from the fridge to pour myself some juice. It’s only when I’m already moving back towards the fridge to put the bottle of orange juice back that I remember my guest and realize that I am being very rude.
“Do you want to drink something as well, Stuffy?” I therefore ask, looking back for just a moment at the young man who’s still sitting on my bed with a relaxed composure, his eyes not leaving me for a second. The amused smile still plays at the corners of his mouth.
“My name is Lee..” he starts saying, but I interrupt him without really listening to what he says.
“Of course, I know what your name is. I just like to call you Stuffy. It suits you.” I continue to open the fridge and put back the bottle of orange juice, hoping it doesn’t show that I have actually indeed forgotten his name.
Stuffy however, continues without being bothered by my words. “..Sungmin. Lee Sungmin.”
My glass of orange juice almost slips out of my fingers as I turn around in shock to look at a brightly smiling Sungmin, saying the only word that comes up in my mind at this very moment.
“Shit.”
[FIC] The Story
Title: The Story
Characters: Sungmin, OC
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.608
Summary: As she reads a story, she remembers her past.
A/N: Originally a fic in my own language about another band, I translated this to English & added in an SJ member because I still love the story line even after all these years.
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A cigarette’s smoke makes its way up to the sky from the wet asphalt it’s resting on. The thing has just been thrown there by a lonely young man. He is staring into oblivion, his hands tucked away into the pockets of his coat. It’s cold. So cold that his breath is creating fog in the air. The streets are slippery and hardly any cars are driving around anymore this late. The night is pitch black, since there are no street lights in the little alley he’s walking through. It’s quite a woeful city he was born in and has now returned to, after so many months. He doesn’t mind. He feels good there. The city is as pitiful as his life, the streets as dirty as his heart, the houses as old and damaged as his soul, the roads as well-known as he is himself. He sighs. No one knows he’s walking here. No one cares who he is for now, and that is a very rare thing. With the tip of his shoe, he crushes the remains of the cigarette, before continuing his earlier course. The rain that has stopped only moments ago, starts again. Steadily falling drops on the rooftops, the walls and the ground. A harsh wind comes up, making the raindrops fly in his face. It doesn’t bother him. He is only happy about it, for the raindrops hide what he doesn’t want to show; his tears. Tears that flow because of who he once was and what he has become now. Close to nothing.
Tears have formed in my eyes as well. My chest feels like my heart could break out any moment and I’m breathing with a lot of effort. I’m chained to my computer screen, ignoring everything around me. Outside it is raining and the wind heavily blows through the trees, making this story seem all the more real. It feels like I could go into the city and find him there, walking through the alleys. Sadly enough, it is not possible. It hasn’t been possible in years. He was here once, a long, long time ago. Once, he walked around in my house as if it was his own, but not anymore. It hasn’t been like that anymore for ages. He has probably forgotten all about me as well.
He continues his path through the rain. His hair gets blown in his face, making it hard for him to see. Yet he doesn’t stroke it away. What does he care? A little bit of annoying hair doesn’t even come close to what he’s facing on the inside at the same time. His feet are automatically leading him to the big, white building. At least it was once white. Now it’s more white-with-a-lot-of-dirt-in-big-need-of-a-paintjob. Upon seeing the familiar building, a slight smile crosses his face. That is, if the partly raised corner of his mouth can count as a smile. It disappears immediately after, when he pulls his key out of his pocket and enters the building. He carefully closes the door behind him, making sure that it doesn’t get blown closed and thereby cause a lot of noise. He doesn’t want to be noticed. Not at this moment. Slowly, he starts walking up the stairs, counting every step as he does so. The elevator has been broken for years and no one has ever made an effort to have it repaired, so everyone living in the apartment uses the stairs. Nine stores and one hundred and seventy-two steps later, he reaches his destination. He puts his hand on the door handle and stares at the door for a moment. It has got the same colour as the building. White-with-a-lot-of-dirt-in-big-need-of-a-paintjob. Suddenly, he pushes down the handle and opens the door. He takes his first few steps onto the roof. At the edge, he stops to look out over the deserted city. Here on the roof, the wind has a lot more power. His hair is blown in every direction. His coat is trying to follow the example of his hair, but is hindered by his hands, that are now tucked away in his coat pockets. Slowly, he steps up on the edge of the roof that is made a little higher than the rest. He looks down, balancing on the edge of life and dead.
I sigh and take another sip of my cola. I really hope the young man is not going to jump, because it really seems like he wants to. He seems so real. Just as real as the one who has probably forgotten all about me. Who am I to be remembered by him anyway? Just someone from the past. I have never forgotten about him, however. Every day I think about him. About the line of his face, the warmth of his smile, but especially the sadness in his eyes. Sadness of which I have never known how it has gotten there. Sadness of which I, every time I see him in an interview or a show, have to realize that it doesn’t lessen. Without realizing it, my eyes are pulled back to the screen and I continue reading.
For a long while he stares into the night. He doesn’t even notice the thousands of stars that shine brightly in the night sky. He does not see the full moon that lightens up the city. His heart is beating in his throat and the tears are meanwhile continuously finding their way over his cheeks, mixed with the heavy rain. A lightning bolt suddenly flashes through the night’s sky, but he doesn’t respond to it. Unaffected he turns to look at the city below him. At the empty, polluted street where he will end up if he takes one wrong step. Right at that moment, the young man takes a decision. He turns away from the lifeless view and jumps back onto the roof. He cannot jump. Why would he? It isn’t his time yet. There are so many things that have to be done first, matters he still has to settle, people he has to talk to and concerts he has to attend. It hardly is his time. With a much quicker pace than before, he walks back towards the door. Without hesitating, he pulls it open and rushes down the stairs. There is no time for doubts or delay. He has to get out of this apartment as quick as possible. He has to get away from the dull hamlet as quick as possible. The one hundred and seventy-two steps seem like only forty as he rushes down. It doesn’t matter anymore to him that people might hear him and might wake up because of him. From now on, he can be heard again. From now on, it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters except for his goal. He knows exactly what his goal is and will not be stopped by anything or anyone.
My eyes flash towards the clock of my computer. It’s three in the morning. I stare at the words again that have touched me so much. Words I could swear that are true, but of which I know they aren’t. It just isn’t possible. With a sigh, I turn to look at the window. Outside, rain is still falling down steadily. A strong wind is blowing and occasionally, a lightning bolt flashes through the sky. It is impossible that he is really walking around in this city again. He has been famous for years, why would he still look back at this gloomy place? Unless what I read is really true. I take another sip of my coke and turn back at my screen to continue reading. My heart is beating like crazy because of the tension. I wonder how the story is going to end.
His feet lead him to a place he hasn’t been in years. A place where he had always felt comfortable and where he could always go to with his doubts. It surprises him that he has not thought of the place before, but he’s happy that he is at least going there now. His eyes anxiously scan his surroundings, making sure he is still in the right place, following the right road. In the end, he reaches a house. The house he had been going to since the very start, without really knowing it himself. Out of a lifelong habit, his hand goes up to the bell. He pushes it without hesitating. There is no doubt anymore. Not now that he’s here. Finally home.
Surprised, I find out that there is nothing more. The story has ended. What an ending. Almost disappointing. What house has he arrived at? Where is home? Suddenly, the bell rings. I’m barely able to keep myself from spilling coke as I jump up in surprise. Who is crazy enough to be at my door at a time like this? Immediately, my eyes flash back to the screen. Could it..? No.. Impossible. I get up and carefully walk down the stairs. With trembling hands, I turn the key two times and open the door. A cold air brushes against my skin, making goose bumps appear on my arms. I look at the person who has rang the bell. My heart misses a beat. With big eyes I stare at him. I open my mouth, but find myself unable to say anything, so I close it again. After taking a deep breath, I try again. One sentence that simply confirms everything I have just read. Every word, written by a totally unknown person, becomes true because of that one sentence.
“Sungmin, you cried?”
Characters: Sungmin, OC
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.608
Summary: As she reads a story, she remembers her past.
A/N: Originally a fic in my own language about another band, I translated this to English & added in an SJ member because I still love the story line even after all these years.
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A cigarette’s smoke makes its way up to the sky from the wet asphalt it’s resting on. The thing has just been thrown there by a lonely young man. He is staring into oblivion, his hands tucked away into the pockets of his coat. It’s cold. So cold that his breath is creating fog in the air. The streets are slippery and hardly any cars are driving around anymore this late. The night is pitch black, since there are no street lights in the little alley he’s walking through. It’s quite a woeful city he was born in and has now returned to, after so many months. He doesn’t mind. He feels good there. The city is as pitiful as his life, the streets as dirty as his heart, the houses as old and damaged as his soul, the roads as well-known as he is himself. He sighs. No one knows he’s walking here. No one cares who he is for now, and that is a very rare thing. With the tip of his shoe, he crushes the remains of the cigarette, before continuing his earlier course. The rain that has stopped only moments ago, starts again. Steadily falling drops on the rooftops, the walls and the ground. A harsh wind comes up, making the raindrops fly in his face. It doesn’t bother him. He is only happy about it, for the raindrops hide what he doesn’t want to show; his tears. Tears that flow because of who he once was and what he has become now. Close to nothing.
Tears have formed in my eyes as well. My chest feels like my heart could break out any moment and I’m breathing with a lot of effort. I’m chained to my computer screen, ignoring everything around me. Outside it is raining and the wind heavily blows through the trees, making this story seem all the more real. It feels like I could go into the city and find him there, walking through the alleys. Sadly enough, it is not possible. It hasn’t been possible in years. He was here once, a long, long time ago. Once, he walked around in my house as if it was his own, but not anymore. It hasn’t been like that anymore for ages. He has probably forgotten all about me as well.
He continues his path through the rain. His hair gets blown in his face, making it hard for him to see. Yet he doesn’t stroke it away. What does he care? A little bit of annoying hair doesn’t even come close to what he’s facing on the inside at the same time. His feet are automatically leading him to the big, white building. At least it was once white. Now it’s more white-with-a-lot-of-dirt-in-big-need-of-a-paintjob. Upon seeing the familiar building, a slight smile crosses his face. That is, if the partly raised corner of his mouth can count as a smile. It disappears immediately after, when he pulls his key out of his pocket and enters the building. He carefully closes the door behind him, making sure that it doesn’t get blown closed and thereby cause a lot of noise. He doesn’t want to be noticed. Not at this moment. Slowly, he starts walking up the stairs, counting every step as he does so. The elevator has been broken for years and no one has ever made an effort to have it repaired, so everyone living in the apartment uses the stairs. Nine stores and one hundred and seventy-two steps later, he reaches his destination. He puts his hand on the door handle and stares at the door for a moment. It has got the same colour as the building. White-with-a-lot-of-dirt-in-big-need-of-a-paintjob. Suddenly, he pushes down the handle and opens the door. He takes his first few steps onto the roof. At the edge, he stops to look out over the deserted city. Here on the roof, the wind has a lot more power. His hair is blown in every direction. His coat is trying to follow the example of his hair, but is hindered by his hands, that are now tucked away in his coat pockets. Slowly, he steps up on the edge of the roof that is made a little higher than the rest. He looks down, balancing on the edge of life and dead.
I sigh and take another sip of my cola. I really hope the young man is not going to jump, because it really seems like he wants to. He seems so real. Just as real as the one who has probably forgotten all about me. Who am I to be remembered by him anyway? Just someone from the past. I have never forgotten about him, however. Every day I think about him. About the line of his face, the warmth of his smile, but especially the sadness in his eyes. Sadness of which I have never known how it has gotten there. Sadness of which I, every time I see him in an interview or a show, have to realize that it doesn’t lessen. Without realizing it, my eyes are pulled back to the screen and I continue reading.
For a long while he stares into the night. He doesn’t even notice the thousands of stars that shine brightly in the night sky. He does not see the full moon that lightens up the city. His heart is beating in his throat and the tears are meanwhile continuously finding their way over his cheeks, mixed with the heavy rain. A lightning bolt suddenly flashes through the night’s sky, but he doesn’t respond to it. Unaffected he turns to look at the city below him. At the empty, polluted street where he will end up if he takes one wrong step. Right at that moment, the young man takes a decision. He turns away from the lifeless view and jumps back onto the roof. He cannot jump. Why would he? It isn’t his time yet. There are so many things that have to be done first, matters he still has to settle, people he has to talk to and concerts he has to attend. It hardly is his time. With a much quicker pace than before, he walks back towards the door. Without hesitating, he pulls it open and rushes down the stairs. There is no time for doubts or delay. He has to get out of this apartment as quick as possible. He has to get away from the dull hamlet as quick as possible. The one hundred and seventy-two steps seem like only forty as he rushes down. It doesn’t matter anymore to him that people might hear him and might wake up because of him. From now on, he can be heard again. From now on, it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters except for his goal. He knows exactly what his goal is and will not be stopped by anything or anyone.
My eyes flash towards the clock of my computer. It’s three in the morning. I stare at the words again that have touched me so much. Words I could swear that are true, but of which I know they aren’t. It just isn’t possible. With a sigh, I turn to look at the window. Outside, rain is still falling down steadily. A strong wind is blowing and occasionally, a lightning bolt flashes through the sky. It is impossible that he is really walking around in this city again. He has been famous for years, why would he still look back at this gloomy place? Unless what I read is really true. I take another sip of my coke and turn back at my screen to continue reading. My heart is beating like crazy because of the tension. I wonder how the story is going to end.
His feet lead him to a place he hasn’t been in years. A place where he had always felt comfortable and where he could always go to with his doubts. It surprises him that he has not thought of the place before, but he’s happy that he is at least going there now. His eyes anxiously scan his surroundings, making sure he is still in the right place, following the right road. In the end, he reaches a house. The house he had been going to since the very start, without really knowing it himself. Out of a lifelong habit, his hand goes up to the bell. He pushes it without hesitating. There is no doubt anymore. Not now that he’s here. Finally home.
Surprised, I find out that there is nothing more. The story has ended. What an ending. Almost disappointing. What house has he arrived at? Where is home? Suddenly, the bell rings. I’m barely able to keep myself from spilling coke as I jump up in surprise. Who is crazy enough to be at my door at a time like this? Immediately, my eyes flash back to the screen. Could it..? No.. Impossible. I get up and carefully walk down the stairs. With trembling hands, I turn the key two times and open the door. A cold air brushes against my skin, making goose bumps appear on my arms. I look at the person who has rang the bell. My heart misses a beat. With big eyes I stare at him. I open my mouth, but find myself unable to say anything, so I close it again. After taking a deep breath, I try again. One sentence that simply confirms everything I have just read. Every word, written by a totally unknown person, becomes true because of that one sentence.
“Sungmin, you cried?”
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