Blindfolds.
Title: Blindfolds
Rating: PG
Everyone knew that Yesung was weird.
But only Hankyung knew the extent of it.
After all, they were of similar age; even though Heechul and Kangin were closer in terms of age.
And they both knew how it was, being different, being a freak.
When Heechul had first debuted in Korea, he had been hated, just because he was Chinese. But he had overcome that, for his parents, who thought he was doing fine, and for Heechul, his best friend, who truly did not want to think that Hankyung was suffering. Heechul had been like a solid rock in the middle of a storm, but it was Yesung that had helped him get through this.
Yes, if Heechul was a rock, Yesung was the small ant helping others get to safety, and not caring about himself.
It was amusing, and so Yesung-style, that they had become friends, allies through blindfolds. Yes, those thin strips of fabric, Hankyung contemplated, those things that had helped Yesung truly understand.
It was a bonding exercise, Leeteuk had announced, to help all the members get close to each other including Kyuhyun, the new member. Hankyung had unwillingly picked out a piece of paper from Eunhyuk’s sweaty hat, and to Heechul’s great disappointment, he had picked Yesung. Okay, so he had to admit, Hankyung had had a thing for Yesung in those days. After all, he was shrouded in mystery, even after all those years living together, and he was damn attractive. When Yesung blindfolded him, Hankyung could only rely on Yesung to help him around everywhere. Hankyung, with his broken Korean, said, “Help me around carefully.” And hoped for the best.
After three encounters with the wall, an accidental punching of Siwon’s sensitive area, which was NOT his genitals, but rather, his Shibrows, and a bump into Heechul, who had sworn at him like a crazy maniac [“WHY YOU BASTARD, IT’S BAD ENOUGH I HAVE TO BE PAIRED WITH DUMB AND DUMBER,” indicating towards a giggling Eunhyuk and Donghae, “BUT YOU FUCKING BASH INTO ME?! YOUWANNA DIE?” if Hankyung’s memory served right], Hankyung had had enough. He had roughly taken his blindfold off, and stormed into his room, ignoring Leeteuk’s frantic calls of, “THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FRIENDLY EXERCISE!” and cried. The world hadn’t been fair to him, he thought. Everything was planned against him, even him picking that stupid idiot’s name from that stupid hat. Hankyung was tired of everything, everyone. He wanted to pack his bags and go home. He had half decided to, when the door opened, and his big-headed partner slipped through. “Hankyung hyung, are you okay?” he asked.
“NO.” Hankyung had answered, glaring at the inquirer. Wasn’t it obvious?
“Well, you know, I know you’re mad that I bashed you into walls and Heechul hyung and punched Siwon, but the only reason I did that was because…well,” he stalled, looking at the floor.
“Just hurry up and say it, you moron,” Hankyung muttered, pretending not to pay attention.
“I thought that you were missing contact with humans, and like, needed some love,” Yesung quickly stated.
“WHAT?! YOU BASHED ME INTO A WALL FOR CONTACT?!”
“NO! I THOUGHT THE WALL MIGHT NEED SOME LOVE, AND SO, I MADE YOU KISS THE WALL. BESIDES, YOU WERE IN DESPERATE NEED OF A KISS ANYWAY. I SAW YOU WHEN YOU BASHED, OKAY, I BASHED YOU INTO HEECHUL HYUNG!”
That was enough. Hankyung broke out in laughter. It had been the funniest thing he had heard in a long time. Yesung was now utterly confused.
“Wait, you mean you weren’t lacking love?!” the younger asked, blinking rapidly. Hankyung chuckled, and replied, “I was. Just not that kind of love. I was lacking family love. But I guess you can do.” And with that, Hankyung swiftly tied the blindfold around Yesung’s eyes, and kissed him.
It was those days, he thought, that he missed the most. When there were people around him all the time, always caring. He was interrupted from his reverie when his manager shouted, “2 MINUTES TILL SHOWTIME, EVERYONE!” Ah, yes, but now was different. He was alone now, he thought, as he was shuffled towards the opening stage. “Good luck, Geng!” his manager shouted, and quickly ran away. The spotlight shone on him, and even though he looked as if he was staring at the cheering crowd, his eyes scanned for the familiar faces, the familiar hairstyles. And just when he had nearly given up hope, he saw him. The figure that had dressed as a girl especially for this occasion, just so that he could visit. It was undoubtedly Yesung, his ant. The cue came on for him to speak, and Hankyung shouted, “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!” Even though the fans thought that he was speaking about his first solo concert, Yesung knew. Yesung knew that it meant the 3rd anniversary of the day Yesung had finally managed to squeeze a spot in Hankyung’s heart. And he softly touched the strip of fabric around his wrist like a bracelet, just as Hankyung touched his head, which had a band on it, which he had to beg his stylist for.
Yes, it was terribly lucky that Leeteuk had thought of blindfolds.
I fucking cannot be fucking bothered for a good ending. this is how much i am pissed.
Rating: PG
Everyone knew that Yesung was weird.
But only Hankyung knew the extent of it.
After all, they were of similar age; even though Heechul and Kangin were closer in terms of age.
And they both knew how it was, being different, being a freak.
When Heechul had first debuted in Korea, he had been hated, just because he was Chinese. But he had overcome that, for his parents, who thought he was doing fine, and for Heechul, his best friend, who truly did not want to think that Hankyung was suffering. Heechul had been like a solid rock in the middle of a storm, but it was Yesung that had helped him get through this.
Yes, if Heechul was a rock, Yesung was the small ant helping others get to safety, and not caring about himself.
It was amusing, and so Yesung-style, that they had become friends, allies through blindfolds. Yes, those thin strips of fabric, Hankyung contemplated, those things that had helped Yesung truly understand.
It was a bonding exercise, Leeteuk had announced, to help all the members get close to each other including Kyuhyun, the new member. Hankyung had unwillingly picked out a piece of paper from Eunhyuk’s sweaty hat, and to Heechul’s great disappointment, he had picked Yesung. Okay, so he had to admit, Hankyung had had a thing for Yesung in those days. After all, he was shrouded in mystery, even after all those years living together, and he was damn attractive. When Yesung blindfolded him, Hankyung could only rely on Yesung to help him around everywhere. Hankyung, with his broken Korean, said, “Help me around carefully.” And hoped for the best.
After three encounters with the wall, an accidental punching of Siwon’s sensitive area, which was NOT his genitals, but rather, his Shibrows, and a bump into Heechul, who had sworn at him like a crazy maniac [“WHY YOU BASTARD, IT’S BAD ENOUGH I HAVE TO BE PAIRED WITH DUMB AND DUMBER,” indicating towards a giggling Eunhyuk and Donghae, “BUT YOU FUCKING BASH INTO ME?! YOUWANNA DIE?” if Hankyung’s memory served right], Hankyung had had enough. He had roughly taken his blindfold off, and stormed into his room, ignoring Leeteuk’s frantic calls of, “THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FRIENDLY EXERCISE!” and cried. The world hadn’t been fair to him, he thought. Everything was planned against him, even him picking that stupid idiot’s name from that stupid hat. Hankyung was tired of everything, everyone. He wanted to pack his bags and go home. He had half decided to, when the door opened, and his big-headed partner slipped through. “Hankyung hyung, are you okay?” he asked.
“NO.” Hankyung had answered, glaring at the inquirer. Wasn’t it obvious?
“Well, you know, I know you’re mad that I bashed you into walls and Heechul hyung and punched Siwon, but the only reason I did that was because…well,” he stalled, looking at the floor.
“Just hurry up and say it, you moron,” Hankyung muttered, pretending not to pay attention.
“I thought that you were missing contact with humans, and like, needed some love,” Yesung quickly stated.
“WHAT?! YOU BASHED ME INTO A WALL FOR CONTACT?!”
“NO! I THOUGHT THE WALL MIGHT NEED SOME LOVE, AND SO, I MADE YOU KISS THE WALL. BESIDES, YOU WERE IN DESPERATE NEED OF A KISS ANYWAY. I SAW YOU WHEN YOU BASHED, OKAY, I BASHED YOU INTO HEECHUL HYUNG!”
That was enough. Hankyung broke out in laughter. It had been the funniest thing he had heard in a long time. Yesung was now utterly confused.
“Wait, you mean you weren’t lacking love?!” the younger asked, blinking rapidly. Hankyung chuckled, and replied, “I was. Just not that kind of love. I was lacking family love. But I guess you can do.” And with that, Hankyung swiftly tied the blindfold around Yesung’s eyes, and kissed him.
It was those days, he thought, that he missed the most. When there were people around him all the time, always caring. He was interrupted from his reverie when his manager shouted, “2 MINUTES TILL SHOWTIME, EVERYONE!” Ah, yes, but now was different. He was alone now, he thought, as he was shuffled towards the opening stage. “Good luck, Geng!” his manager shouted, and quickly ran away. The spotlight shone on him, and even though he looked as if he was staring at the cheering crowd, his eyes scanned for the familiar faces, the familiar hairstyles. And just when he had nearly given up hope, he saw him. The figure that had dressed as a girl especially for this occasion, just so that he could visit. It was undoubtedly Yesung, his ant. The cue came on for him to speak, and Hankyung shouted, “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!” Even though the fans thought that he was speaking about his first solo concert, Yesung knew. Yesung knew that it meant the 3rd anniversary of the day Yesung had finally managed to squeeze a spot in Hankyung’s heart. And he softly touched the strip of fabric around his wrist like a bracelet, just as Hankyung touched his head, which had a band on it, which he had to beg his stylist for.
Yes, it was terribly lucky that Leeteuk had thought of blindfolds.
I fucking cannot be fucking bothered for a good ending. this is how much i am pissed.