Jul 17, 2010 17:00
Sungmin did not believe in love at first sight. At all. The whole concept was a bit ridiculous in his opinion because there were too many chemical processes involved that simply took time, too many synapses to be formed, too much brain conditioning to happen in split second. Too bad that one Saturday morning during his shift at That Corner Café, he was proven wrong. That day, he saw her.
He almost dropped the dirty cup he had been about to set down on the counter when he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye. He froze. She was a vision of long brown hair and endless legs, and the world seemed to slow down and gain an additional sparkle as she turned her head to her friend and laughed, her hair describing a graceful arc of gleaming chestnut through the air, her short skirt riding up on her thighs with every step, and when her slightly husky laughter reached him, it sent shivers down his spine. Sungmin was in love. To hell with complicated chemical processes, this was simple, this was basic, this was easy. His brain went into stupor at the sudden hormone overload. He followed her with his eyes as she and the girl she had entered with chose a table at the window front and barely noticed that her friend went straight on to the ladies’ room because his eyes were fixed on her.
As soon as the girl with the long brown hair had sat down, Sungmin leaned across the counter to grab his co-worker Han Geng by his collar and pulled him close enough for their noses to touch. It spoke for Han Geng that he merely blinked and calmly set down the coffee can he was holding.
“I think I’m in love,” Sungmin hissed, frantically pulling at the other’s collar.
“That’s nice,” Han Geng replied evenly.
“With a costumer,” he wailed in an almost-whisper.
“Wonderful,” his co-worker congratulated gravely.
“What am I supposed to do?” he hissed, shaking his friend slightly.
“Well, I’m no expert in love,” Han Geng replied, “but I’d suggest you try actually talking to her.”
Sungmin blinked and Han Geng used his momentary distraction to extricate himself from his co-worker’s grasp, adjusted his collar, and picked up the can again. “Taking the order would be a start,” he suggested lightly.
Sungmin huffed and rolled his eyes to indicate that he knew he was being ridiculous but didn’t appreciate being made fun of. He adjusted his own collar, carefully pulled his bangs into place, and picked up his tray. “I’ll be back, let me just quickly blow her away.”
Han Geng nodded absently, focused on his attempts to trace Chinese characters into the foam floating on the coffee in front of him.
Ignoring the lack of response, Sungmin confidently made his way over to the gorgeous girl, still alone at the window table. Her long hair was half-obscuring her face, but he could see she was biting her lip and fiddling with her handphone. One of her long, slender legs was wriggling in impatience, only accentuating how endlessendlessendless they were. Sungmin snapped his eyes back up to her face, putting on his brightest and most heartmelting smile (the one that always got the girls to share their cookies back in elementary school) and stopped right in front of her. “Hello,” he said, taking care to make his voice low and husky, but not too low and husky because that would sound just stupid, “if I take your order, would you let me take you out?”
She didn’t react.
Holding back a frown, Sungmin shifted his tray to his hip to make sure his biceps was bulging attractively and bent forward the slightest bit. “If you tell me what you want, I’ll stop at nothing to make your wish come true.”
This time, the girl sighed aggressively and lifted her head. She seemed to grind her teeth for a second before she looked up to face him with a fierce glare. Up close, she was even more gorgeous and Sungmin felt his mouth go dry. She had heavy-lidded deep black eyes, milky white skin, and a cute, bow-shaped mouth that was pink from where she’d bitten on her bottom lip. Angelic. “You just made me lose my game.” Her voice was rather deep and smooth, with an entrancing quality to it that seemed to wipe every conscious thought from his brain. “You’re drooling.”
Sungmin realized a bit belatedly that she had just talked to him. “Um, what?” He wiped his chin.
“You jerk just made me lose my game,” she repeated with a rather ungirlish growl.
“Oh, um,” Sungmin swallowed, feeling a blush rising to his cheeks, “I’m sorry?” He could only hope she liked stuttering, blushing pushovers with the brain capacity of a fly. It just had to be love.
“How sorry?” she fired back, carelessly throwing her phone on the table and crossing her arms, a provocation clear in her eyes. “I never lose, you know. Never. So how will you make it up to me,” she glanced at his name tag, annoyed, “Sungmin-shi?”
“Um…” Sungmin was aware that he wasn’t being particularly intelligent, charming, or attractive with that answer, but his brain function seemed to be impaired by the heat that was running through his veins and he had trouble focusing on her words instead of the lips that were forming them.
Someone behind him laughed and patted his shoulder. Her friend was back from the restroom, sliding into her seat and beaming up at him. “Never mind Kyuhyun, she’s just pissed because I forced her into decent clothes for once.”
Kyuhyun directed her gaze to her friend. “I’m never letting you dress me up again, Yesung, ever. As soon as I do that, I get hit on.” She looked back up at Sungmin, unabashedly giving him a once-over. “Are you a guy or a girl anyway?”
Well, that hurt.
Ignoring the urge to run back to the counter and cry into Han Geng’s shoulder - because that wouldn’t exactly help his point now, would it? - he pouted instead and crossed his arms in front of his chest, hoping that his biceps would stand out in a manly way. “If you’re so fond of games, let’s just leave you guessing,” he said, trying hard to suppress the sulky tone and make a joke out of it. He had a feeling he failed.
The friend-Yesung-broke out into loud, joyful laughter and Kyuhyun at least cracked a smirk, something he’d never seen a girl do before. Okay, maybe her doubt of his masculinity wasn’t so hurtful at all, she was mind-blowing after all. He was a man, he could hurt a little blow to his ego. Especially from someone with her legs. Before he fell into a staring trance again, he quickly smiled and brought out his notepad. “Okay, what can I bring you?”
A minute later, he was back at the counter, slamming the order onto it. “She’s perfect.”
“She rejected you,” Han Geng said and it wasn’t a question.
“She’s beyond perfect,” Sungmin sighed dreamily.
Han Geng looked up. “She rejected you,” he repeated, sounding irritatingly rational.
“I’m gonna make her fall for me.”
The man behind the counter looked over Sungmin’s shoulder at the customer, frowning slightly. “Are you delirous? That girl will never fall for you. She’s too intelligent. And too self-confident. And,” he added, looking Sungmin in the eye despite the rather unsubtle insults he had voiced a second ago, “she’s probably a head taller.”
Sungmin smiled innocently. “So what, Hannie? Love knows no bounds.”
Han Geng stared at him for a full second, then grabbed the order. “Right. When you’re in Pink Bunny Land, you know no reason. I’ll just go make this.”
“Thank you!” Sungmin chanted, humming under his breath as he waited and ignoring any customers that came in. He was getting Kyuhyun even if it was the last thing he did. Well, he amended mentally, maybe there were other things worth living for, but Kyuhyun came right after his family, friends, favorite stuffed animal, stock of chocolate, his pink handphone, and his collection of ear piercings. But definitely before Han Geng.
Han Geng set the orders on his tray, and in no time, Sungmin was back at their table again, placing steaming cups in front of them. He smiled his best smile at Kyuhyun. “At first I wanted to give this to you for free to make it up to you that I made you lose your game, but that idiot Han Geng would probably have my head for it.” Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Han Geng eyeing him suspiciously. “So I decided you’d just have to live with it,” he added. His smile broadened at Yesung’s snickers and Kyuhyun’s raised eyebrow. Bowing, he told them to enjoy their coffee and gleefully stalked back to the counter.
“You’re an idiot,” Han Geng told him.
Sungmin pouted.
-
Four days later, Yesung and Kyuhyun were back again. This time, Kyuhyun was dressed in a slightly too large, faded red shirt and loose-fitting jeans that hid most of her body. She threw a calculating look in his direction as they made their way to a table, then scowled as she apparently found his blatant stare and slightly open mouth disappointing. Or gross.
As Sungmin stopped in front of their table to take their orders, he ignored Kyuhyun’s long fingers that were tapping on the tabletop and all the mental images about these fingers that threatened to break through, and instead focused on his notepad, nonchalantly flipping it open. “Unfortunately, I have to tell you that I still think you’re beautiful even in these clothes,” he said, then looked straight into her eyes to judge her reaction.
She had the same calculating look as she leaned her forearms on the table, making muscles in her arms shift that she sure hadn’t gotten from playing games on handphones. A surge of fear ran through him. Oh, wait. No, lust, definitely lust. “Unfortunately, I have to tell you that I don’t care at all and still don’t know whether you’re even a man or not. Too bad.” She smirked.
Sungmin smiled innocently. “I would take my shirt off for you but it’s frowned upon during work time.”
“I would tell you to fuck off but my parents taught me manners,” she replied without missing a beat, idly studying the menu.
Ouch again. “I’m afraid I need to take your order first.”
“We’re still waiting for my boyfriend,” Yesung piped up, “so we’d like to wait until he’s here before ordering.”
“Oh,” Sungmin said, feeling rather stupid. “Sure, no problem.”
He slouched back to the counter. Han Geng was wisely silent.
They saw Yesung’s boyfriend arrive five minutes later, exchanging a look when he first entered. He was small and delicate, with a slim face, large, dark eyes, and silky black hair that fell over one of his eyes. But the tight shirt and the slightly muscled torso underneath definitely showed he was male. Sungmin and Han Geng watched as he grabbed Yesung’s chin and placed a sound kiss square on the girls’ lips before he’d even sat down.
“Maybe I should buy a tight shirt,” Sungmin mused.
“Maybe Kyuhyun has a boyfriend as well,” Han Geng suggested, continuing to polish the glass he was holding.
Sungmin ignored him and sauntered over to take their orders.
-
Once, Sungmin ran into Kyuhyun by accident. It had something of a cheesy drama scene as they both coincidentally met under a bridge that they’d chosen for shelter from the torrential downpour that had started suddenly. Within seconds, everyone unlucky enough to be out in the street had been drenched to the bone, so the shelter was rather useless, but dryer than the rain.
But that was where the similarities to cheesy drama scenes ended.
Sungmin had just finished wringing the water out of his shirt when Kyuhyun sprinted up and stopped right next to him, panting slightly and dripping wet. She immediately began squeezing the water from her hair which left Sungmin ample time to stare. Her light blue t-shirt had turned rather transparent and clung to her skin. It took about a second for his body to heat uncomfortably as his eyes stuck to her torso, his heart rapidly beating in his chest and his breath shortening in ways rather unconnected to sprints. When she obliviously bent over to open her shoes and slip out of them, he was done for and felt himself harden at the sight and the mental images that followed suit.
When she straightened again, she finally looked at him. “Oh, it’s you.”
Since all he could’ve produced at that moment would’ve been a strangled moan, he wisely kept silent and tried not to pant too obviously.
So he could only watch as Kyuhyun’s eyes wandered downwards, then she raised an eyebrow. “Well, I think now I know whether you’re a guy or not. Too bad you can’t say it’s just because you’re cold, hm?”
A cold wave of embarrassment doused his lust somewhat. “Well, I told you I think you’re beautiful.”
To his surprise, Kyuhyun laughed which made him shiver again. “No, you got something wrong. That,” she nonchalantly pointed to his erection, “means you think I’m hot, not beautiful.”
Well… she had a point.
“Oh, look,” Kyuhyun said cheerfully, “the rain let up. I’m off, then. Bye!” She pranced away, leaving Sungmin to think of the grossest things imaginable to will his erection away.
-
He thought she’d never show again after that incident, but half a week later, she was back, this time with a guy. He wasn’t that tall, but handsome, “hot” maybe, and rather built, considering the way his biceps was curving out from under the seams of his t-shirt sleeves. He had a masculine jawline, big eyes, and an easy, boyish smile - and no way he was better than Sungmin, even when he seemed to ooze sex and promises of eternal happiness, when he was beaming at her with a smile that made his face (and hers) light up and his eyes crinkle, no way, no way, no -
“Her boyfriend?” Han Geng asked, peering over Sungmin’s shoulder.
“No,” Sungmin replied stubbornly. “No way.”
“He’s handsome,” Han Geng helpfully supplied. “If he isn’t, maybe he wants to be. Sure looks like he’s flirting up a storm.”
Sungmin tried hard not to notice the beautifully bright smile on Kyuhyun’s face or how the guy laughed and shifted forward to poke her cheek affectionately.
“Maybe you should do something?” Han Geng suggested calmly.
Too jealous to care why Han Geng was suddenly on his side on this, Sungmin stomped over and rather ungracefully slammed his tray on the tabletop. The guy jumped, but looked at him with a cheerful smile. Kyuhyun’s eyes were calculating as she glanced up through her lashes.
More than a little pissed off, Sungmin grabbed the back of her chair with one hand, holding the tray in place on the table with the other, and leaned forward to tower over her, glaring at her from half-lidded eyes. He flicked his tongue out to lick at the corner of his lips and watched with satisfaction as her eyes flickered down to his mouth for a second. “I’ve had enough of this,” he said in a low voice. “I’m not lying when I say I like you, Kyuhyun. Go out with me.”
“Hey!” the guy said loudly and Sungmin’s stomach sunk. Her boyfriend, he should’ve known. “That’s great! It really worked, Kyuhyun!”
Sungmin straightened, blinking in confusion. Kyuhyun sighed. “To a degree at least. I think he doesn’t entirely get it yet.” She grabbed Sungmin’s hand, pulling him down on a chair. “Sungmin, this is Donghae, a good friend.”
Dazedly, Sungmin nodded, from the corner of his eyes noticing that Han Geng was shaking with silent laughter.
Donghae smiled. “How about you just kiss him? That should work.”
Kyuhyun snorted. “Idiot.” But she nevertheless bent over to Sungmin and kissed him shamelessly, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. His brain still tried to wrap around things when she pulled away with a smirk. “That’s a yes, by the way.”
character: sungmin,
character: kyuhyun,
pairing: kyuhyun/sungmin,
band: super junior,
media: fanfiction