086. Violins
#086. Violins Eunhyuk/Kibum
Fic: 6/100
A/N: Beta-ed by trixteratheart
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“Hyung,” Kibum said slowly, looking up from his novel when he heard something crash. He had been hoping to spend a quiet afternoon curled up on the couch, but finding Eunhyuk with his back pressed against the living room wall, creeping along like an inept ninja, told Kibum that the chances of that happening were next to none. “What are you doing?”
Upon being caught, Eunhyuk’s hands flew behind his back and his spinal cord snapped straight. “What are you talking about, Kibummie?” the said dancer asked innocently. The effect was ruined by the fact that he was trying to take small, not-so discreet steps toward his room and his voice was for some reason two octaves higher than normal.
“Hyung…is that…” Kibum closed his book and tossed it to the side, curiously leaning forward to make out what Eunhyuk was hiding behind his back. A curvaceous shape peeked out from behind the dancer’s leg, teasingly flirting with the actor. “…is that Henry’s violin?”
“What?!” Eunhyuk squawked immediately, face going pale. “WHY WOULD YOU THINK SOMETHING LIKE THAT??! WHY WOULD I STEAL HENLI’S VIOLIN??! MAYBE IT’S MINE!! MAYBE I JUST BOUGHT IT!! HOW WOULD YOU KNOW, HUH??!!” he argued back defensively.
A wince crossed onto Kibum’s face due to the volume, but it was quickly replaced with an exasperated expression, brows knitting together and lips forming a half smile.
“Then why are you talking so loudly, hyung?”
“MAYBE,” Eunhyuk paused…noting his volume and lowering it before Kibum could prove his point “-maybe I just want to!” he continued stubbornly, his gaze shifting everywhere but onto his dongsaeng. Kibum couldn’t hold back a sigh as he stared intently at the noticeable sliver of white and black.
“Hyung, I don’t think Henry will appreciate you borrowing his special electric guitar without his permission. If I remember correctly, he had that specially made.”
“Well, maybe I have permission,” the scrawny man countered defiantly.
A slim brow raised and the actor simply shook his head. “So you’re admitting that’s Henry’s violin then?”
In the short pause that followed, Eunhyuk tried to come up with a protest, but even he came to realize that he had no basis for an argument. So instead he huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, finally revealing the stolen instrument. “So what if it is?”
Kibum cocked his head to the side and tried not to sigh again. “I know you, hyung, which means that I realize the probability of you not breaking the violin is about as high as the probability of Siwon not preaching to everyone he sees.”
“But that’s not…” Eunhyuk trailed off confused.
“Exactly,” Kibum nodded. “And I don’t think Henry will be too pleased if his precious instrument gets broken.”
The dancer fidgeted guiltily for a moment, jumpily shifting his weight from foot to foot as his fingers flexed around the violin’s neck. “Just…don’t tell him, ‘kay?” he asked nervously. “I promise I won’t break it, so don’t tell Henli, alright Bummie?”
A small smirk crossed Kibum’s lips and he leaned back on the couch with an amused chuckle. “It’s not me you have to worry about, hyung, because when Henry finds out about this, you are dead. You know those extra puffy cheeks he has? Well, they contain poison.”
Eunhyuk paled considerable at the just learned fact, eyes widening with apprehensive fear. “You’re just joking, right?” he asked shakily.
The actor cocked his head to the side and blinked innocently. “Am I?”
Just then, they both heard a very loud crash and Eunhyuk jumped impossibly high is surprise.
“Where the FUCK is my VIOLIN?!” Henry screamed, eyes blazing, cheeks flushed, teeth gritted. He marched past Eunhyuk and Kibum without seeing them and headed to Donghae’s room. “You better not have stolen my violin again, Donghae!! I already warned you before!! Now you’re just DEAD!!”
Both men watched as the mochi disappeared into Donghae’s room. Since Henry had reverted to his original language, Kibum knew exactly what he had said and wasn’t too worried. No one could stay mad at Donghae even if it was over something as important as a specially hand crafted violin that was probably quite expensive. All it took was a small jut of the bottom lip, a couple blinks of those watery puppy eyes and poof went your anger (and any thoughts in your brain).
Eunhyuk, on the other hand, understood nothing more than a few select words. But he managed to get the gist of it and the fact that he didn’t completely understand only served to make it worse. In fact, he was shaking so badly, it was a wonder he still had a grip on that violin.
”See, didn’t I tell you?” Kibum smirked, catching Eunhyuk’s eyes. The dancer gave a small nod and promptly fainted (though luckily not atop the violin).
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Kekeke, just a little ficlet. Happy early B-Day, Henry! (though not actually that early.) And I couldn't resist the little shout-out to 2PM.