[Super Junior] lessons in stalking, part two, PG, AU/Humor, KiHae
-- Fratboy AU
-- (01) new experiences for the new year
-- (02) lessons in stalking, part one
This is (03).
lessons in stalking, part two
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG, 1300 words
AU. In which Heechul helps Donghae stalk Kibum, much to Kibum's horror.
lessons in stalking, part two
by meiface
"So this guy's been asking about you," Kyuhyun told him over lunch. He unscrewed the cap of his soda and waited until Kibum looked up at him before continuing. "Yeah, showed up in our CompSci class looking for you. When he realized he had the wrong section, he started asking if people knew you."
Kibum felt a headache coming on and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why," he said simply, but it wasn't a question, only a pained expression. He had been trying to enjoy his lunch and the two free hours before his last class of the day, not be reminded, once again, of a certain Frat Boy Turned Stalker.
The sun was bright on Kyuhyun's hair as he shrugged. "I talked to him a little - he's a bit strange but mostly all right. How do you know him?"
"He's a frat boy."
"Really?" Kibum didn't even take pleasure at the mildly surprised expression on Kyuhyun's face though his friend tended to be even more unflappable than Kibum (except, as it turned out, much to Kibum's private amusement, when it had anything to do with his Chinese roommate). Kyuhyun took a swig of his soda and then set the bottle down, frowning thoughtfully. "He wasn't as dumb as I thought they normally are."
Kibum sighed. "Siwon's majoring in biomedical engineering."
"...damn." Kyuhyun arched a brow. "Way to shatter all my expectations about frat boys--wait. That's not his name. His name was--"
"Donghae?"
Kyuhyun nodded. "You know him?"
Kibum set his lips and gave Kyuhyun an inscrutable expression, poking listlessly at his half-eaten and now mostly wilted salad. "You could say that," he admitted grudgingly. "More like Heechul knows him. But I ran into him at that party Heechul dragged me to and now he's turned into my Stalker Extraordinaire."
The half-smile on Kyuhyun's face was far too amused for Kibum's liking. "Shut up," he added, pre-emptively.
Kyuhyun's smile widened. "So he's the one you kissed, huh?"
"I told you to shut up," Kibum ordered, giving up entirely on his unappetizing salad. He started gathering his things together, sparing a glare for his friend. "Go to class. I'm going to the computer lab. See if he can stalk me there," he muttered under his breath. "I bet he doesn't even know where the comptuer lab is."
"He found the CompSci classrooms," Kyuhyun pointed out helpfully as he threw his own trash away. He flashed an innocent expression as Kibum glared again, but it dropped away as he snorted. "Let me know if he wins you over. I would kill to see Kim Kibum going out with a frat boy. I don't think even Heechul could top that."
Kyuhyun, Kibum decided as he wadded up a napkin and threw it at Kyuhyun's head, was possibly a worse friend than Heechul.
***
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Kibum walked into the apartment he shared with Heechul and Jay and stopped dead. The door swung shut behind him with a click. He didn't hear it. All of his attention was focused solely on the group of guys sprawled on the couch in their tiny living room, clutching video game controllers and staring intently at the screen.
"Hello Kibum," Heechul sang to him from where he was draped over the back of the couch, peering over Siwon's shoulder.
"HI KIBUM," Donghae said enthusiastically from the armchair, looking up with a bright smile and sending his car careening into a wall on screen. His eyes darted back to the TV at the sound and his lips slid into a disappointed pout. "Damn," he said.
"That's it," Kibum announced, because this was probably the fifth migraine he'd gotten this week, "I'm moving out and going to live with Kyuhyun."
Heechul's sharp bark of laughter rang out as Kibum wearily toed off his shoes. "Hah! He'd kill you with all that unresolved sexual tension he's got going on with Zhou Mi. Or you'd kill yourself." He peeled himself off the couch with liquid grace and stretched, his shirt riding up to expose a strip of skin. Kibum rolled his eyes because his roommate's tactics were so obvious, but he supposed with the kind of guys Heechul was after - Siwon's eyes flicked over to Heechul momentarily (stupid frat boys, Kibum thought to himself, BME major or not) - obvious was a good thing.
"Probably," Kibum admitted, ignoring Donghae, Siwon, and some other guy that he assumed was a fratboy. He was wearing a pink polo shirt and a pair of sunglasses wrapped backwards around his neck. Kibum felt justified in his call. "Where's Jay?"
"Out with his band."
Heechul stood with his hands on his hips as he watched Kibum walk silently past the living room towards his own room, books in hand and bag slung over his shoulder. Kibum ignored him too. He and Heechul got along fairly well for all that they seemed so different on the surface, because they shared some basic fundamental beliefs. Those always pulled up short when it came to Heechul's taste in guys (and girls, really), because as far as Kibum could tell, his roommate went for the ones who either (1) hated him, (2) had nothing whatsoever in common with him, or (3) both.
Siwon, surprisingly, fell only in category two, but for all his surprise and vague well wishes towards Heechul, Kibum didn't actually want Siwon around their apartment. The guy was still president of Sigma Chi, after all, epitome of the Perfect Frat Boy: rich with a well-connected background and a propensity to win over every girl within a ten-mile radius. Utterly disgusting.
As Kibum entered his own room and dropped his books on his desk, he couldn't help but wonder if Donghae was as good with the ladies as Siwon was. Undoubtedly, he thought wryly. Which made it something of a mystery why he had picked up the new hobby of stalking and annoying Kibum, who was both far from being popular or female.
"Not that frat boys follow Earth logic," Kibum muttered to himself as slung his bag onto the ground by his desk and pulled his shirt over his head. For all he knew, he was just a social experiment of some sort. Maybe Donghae was in a psych class too.
"Hey Kibum," said Donghae from the doorway, and stopped.
Kibum's head snapped around to stare at him, shirt dangling from his hands.
Donghae's wide eyes narrowed after a moment and the smile that spread across his face was sly. "Looks like nerds not only study in wifebeaters, they also work out." His tongue peeked out at the corner of his mouth, eyes twinkling.
Kibum felt strangely violated - he tried not to notice the spark of interest in his body, cued by too many memories of his dreams. Stupid dreams. Fuck, stupid hormones.
"Get out," he snapped. "I'm changing."
"I can help," Donghae offered, eyes lidding.
"Why are you even here," Kibum asked, changing tactics. "You've been stalking me for weeks. I should get a restraining order."
Donghae laughed. "Aw, c'mon. Just 'cause we ran into each other a couple of times? And then Heechul invited me to hang out at his place? You don't have a case." He took a step into the room and Kibum felt his heart jump into his throat. "Besides," Donghae murmured, "don't you want to see what it's like when I'm not drunk? 'Cause I can promise, I usually kiss way better. Lotsa people can attest to that." His smile this time was just as sly and wicked besides.
Kibum feared for his sanity if the kiss he remembered - and dreamed about, to boot - was only an example of Donghae's poorer kissing skills.
He really should consider moving in with Kyuhyun.
--
Started/Finished: 2009.06.15
Notes: Bonus points for you if you can guess the name of the unnamed frat boy!
-- (01) new experiences for the new year
-- (02) lessons in stalking, part one
This is (03).
lessons in stalking, part two
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG, 1300 words
AU. In which Heechul helps Donghae stalk Kibum, much to Kibum's horror.
lessons in stalking, part two
by meiface
"So this guy's been asking about you," Kyuhyun told him over lunch. He unscrewed the cap of his soda and waited until Kibum looked up at him before continuing. "Yeah, showed up in our CompSci class looking for you. When he realized he had the wrong section, he started asking if people knew you."
Kibum felt a headache coming on and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why," he said simply, but it wasn't a question, only a pained expression. He had been trying to enjoy his lunch and the two free hours before his last class of the day, not be reminded, once again, of a certain Frat Boy Turned Stalker.
The sun was bright on Kyuhyun's hair as he shrugged. "I talked to him a little - he's a bit strange but mostly all right. How do you know him?"
"He's a frat boy."
"Really?" Kibum didn't even take pleasure at the mildly surprised expression on Kyuhyun's face though his friend tended to be even more unflappable than Kibum (except, as it turned out, much to Kibum's private amusement, when it had anything to do with his Chinese roommate). Kyuhyun took a swig of his soda and then set the bottle down, frowning thoughtfully. "He wasn't as dumb as I thought they normally are."
Kibum sighed. "Siwon's majoring in biomedical engineering."
"...damn." Kyuhyun arched a brow. "Way to shatter all my expectations about frat boys--wait. That's not his name. His name was--"
"Donghae?"
Kyuhyun nodded. "You know him?"
Kibum set his lips and gave Kyuhyun an inscrutable expression, poking listlessly at his half-eaten and now mostly wilted salad. "You could say that," he admitted grudgingly. "More like Heechul knows him. But I ran into him at that party Heechul dragged me to and now he's turned into my Stalker Extraordinaire."
The half-smile on Kyuhyun's face was far too amused for Kibum's liking. "Shut up," he added, pre-emptively.
Kyuhyun's smile widened. "So he's the one you kissed, huh?"
"I told you to shut up," Kibum ordered, giving up entirely on his unappetizing salad. He started gathering his things together, sparing a glare for his friend. "Go to class. I'm going to the computer lab. See if he can stalk me there," he muttered under his breath. "I bet he doesn't even know where the comptuer lab is."
"He found the CompSci classrooms," Kyuhyun pointed out helpfully as he threw his own trash away. He flashed an innocent expression as Kibum glared again, but it dropped away as he snorted. "Let me know if he wins you over. I would kill to see Kim Kibum going out with a frat boy. I don't think even Heechul could top that."
Kyuhyun, Kibum decided as he wadded up a napkin and threw it at Kyuhyun's head, was possibly a worse friend than Heechul.
***
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Kibum walked into the apartment he shared with Heechul and Jay and stopped dead. The door swung shut behind him with a click. He didn't hear it. All of his attention was focused solely on the group of guys sprawled on the couch in their tiny living room, clutching video game controllers and staring intently at the screen.
"Hello Kibum," Heechul sang to him from where he was draped over the back of the couch, peering over Siwon's shoulder.
"HI KIBUM," Donghae said enthusiastically from the armchair, looking up with a bright smile and sending his car careening into a wall on screen. His eyes darted back to the TV at the sound and his lips slid into a disappointed pout. "Damn," he said.
"That's it," Kibum announced, because this was probably the fifth migraine he'd gotten this week, "I'm moving out and going to live with Kyuhyun."
Heechul's sharp bark of laughter rang out as Kibum wearily toed off his shoes. "Hah! He'd kill you with all that unresolved sexual tension he's got going on with Zhou Mi. Or you'd kill yourself." He peeled himself off the couch with liquid grace and stretched, his shirt riding up to expose a strip of skin. Kibum rolled his eyes because his roommate's tactics were so obvious, but he supposed with the kind of guys Heechul was after - Siwon's eyes flicked over to Heechul momentarily (stupid frat boys, Kibum thought to himself, BME major or not) - obvious was a good thing.
"Probably," Kibum admitted, ignoring Donghae, Siwon, and some other guy that he assumed was a fratboy. He was wearing a pink polo shirt and a pair of sunglasses wrapped backwards around his neck. Kibum felt justified in his call. "Where's Jay?"
"Out with his band."
Heechul stood with his hands on his hips as he watched Kibum walk silently past the living room towards his own room, books in hand and bag slung over his shoulder. Kibum ignored him too. He and Heechul got along fairly well for all that they seemed so different on the surface, because they shared some basic fundamental beliefs. Those always pulled up short when it came to Heechul's taste in guys (and girls, really), because as far as Kibum could tell, his roommate went for the ones who either (1) hated him, (2) had nothing whatsoever in common with him, or (3) both.
Siwon, surprisingly, fell only in category two, but for all his surprise and vague well wishes towards Heechul, Kibum didn't actually want Siwon around their apartment. The guy was still president of Sigma Chi, after all, epitome of the Perfect Frat Boy: rich with a well-connected background and a propensity to win over every girl within a ten-mile radius. Utterly disgusting.
As Kibum entered his own room and dropped his books on his desk, he couldn't help but wonder if Donghae was as good with the ladies as Siwon was. Undoubtedly, he thought wryly. Which made it something of a mystery why he had picked up the new hobby of stalking and annoying Kibum, who was both far from being popular or female.
"Not that frat boys follow Earth logic," Kibum muttered to himself as slung his bag onto the ground by his desk and pulled his shirt over his head. For all he knew, he was just a social experiment of some sort. Maybe Donghae was in a psych class too.
"Hey Kibum," said Donghae from the doorway, and stopped.
Kibum's head snapped around to stare at him, shirt dangling from his hands.
Donghae's wide eyes narrowed after a moment and the smile that spread across his face was sly. "Looks like nerds not only study in wifebeaters, they also work out." His tongue peeked out at the corner of his mouth, eyes twinkling.
Kibum felt strangely violated - he tried not to notice the spark of interest in his body, cued by too many memories of his dreams. Stupid dreams. Fuck, stupid hormones.
"Get out," he snapped. "I'm changing."
"I can help," Donghae offered, eyes lidding.
"Why are you even here," Kibum asked, changing tactics. "You've been stalking me for weeks. I should get a restraining order."
Donghae laughed. "Aw, c'mon. Just 'cause we ran into each other a couple of times? And then Heechul invited me to hang out at his place? You don't have a case." He took a step into the room and Kibum felt his heart jump into his throat. "Besides," Donghae murmured, "don't you want to see what it's like when I'm not drunk? 'Cause I can promise, I usually kiss way better. Lotsa people can attest to that." His smile this time was just as sly and wicked besides.
Kibum feared for his sanity if the kiss he remembered - and dreamed about, to boot - was only an example of Donghae's poorer kissing skills.
He really should consider moving in with Kyuhyun.
--
Started/Finished: 2009.06.15
Notes: Bonus points for you if you can guess the name of the unnamed frat boy!