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new : fanfic : super junior
rating : PG
focus : henry
1455 words. crack, idek, just word-vomiting and seeing where it goes. based off hoyah's superhero!TVXQ ficlet
On Being Superhuman,
Or, How Henry winds up in the wrong hemisphere, entirely.
The problem with Henry's life isn't that he's superhuman. It's that he's not very good at it.
Most people might think that the ability to teleport would be pretty cool, for instance. Henry is one of them, until the day he means to just pop stealthily over to the store for some ice cream, after school, but finds himself plummeting toward unbroken ocean instead, the moment gravity reasserts itself. He panics, 'ports blind, and the next thing he knows is an impact that knocks all the wind out of him and leaves him flat on his back on concrete.
He is still staring up at the patch of sky and surrounding buildings when a thuggish-looking Asian guy with weird designs shaved in his buzzed hair leans over him and says something completely incomprehensible.
"Wha?" Henry rouses himself enough to sit, head spinning, and promptly discovers a swirl of nausea turning the world gray and making a concerted run for the back of his throat. He hopes, dimly, that the big guy isn't too fond of his shoes.
---
It turns out there are about 20 of them, or maybe 12. None of them will stand still long enough for Henry to actually get a head count, and while there is a lot of excited gesturing and some exchange of names, none of them seem to speak any English, let alone comprehend Henry's rusty Cantonese.
The happy one, Donghae, spends ten minutes shoving a glowering man who barely says anything (later explained to be Kibum) at him and gesticulating wildly. Kibum hates everything, to judge from the look on his face, and Henry sort of wishes he were anywhere else, but is afraid that the next time he 'ports he might end up in Antarctica.
Kibum disappears into the back of the house, after awhile, and Henry doesn't see him again until some hours later, when he brings out a box of electronic detritus and drops it in front of Henry on the table, nearly overturning the tureen of soup Ryeowook has been trying to feed him.
It looks like the Frankensteinian amalgamation of two cheap stereos, a lot of wires, and a circuit-board from something he can't identify. And it speaks in a voice that strongly reminds him of the broken Speak & Spell his older cousin gave him when he was five.
Kibum is talking, and the thing drones over the top of him, a few steps behind. "This universal interpretation and, or, I the popsicle stick and the weight-ing the thing reasoning where is more the sword than will operate and in case about will be from. You speak that, follow to empty you directly and we that fact that understand. You understand?"
"...What?" Henry stares.
Kibum hisses something, under his breath.
The device mulls it over, then contributes a helpful "Ten shots."
Kibum hits it, at which point it starts smoking and someone claps a hand over Ryeowook's mouth to muffle his protest.
---
Siwon comes to help, when someone can finally get ahold of him. He appears in the doorway gleaming with sweat and smudged with soot, with about half his clothes in tatters, but he's beaming. So is Heechul, somewhat less innocently.
Kibum grunts something at him, and kicks the broken translator, which wheezes a sort of death rattle.
Siwon widens his eyes and turns to regard Henry, reaching to grasp his hand and shake, firmly (Henry's fingers go a little numb). "Oh, hello!" he exclaims, in accented but serviceable English. "Pleased to meet you!"
Henry nearly sobs in relief. "Help me, I don't know where I am and these people are all crazy!"
"Yo touch, man!" Heechul shouts, and gleefully slugs him in the shoulder. "Crazy, you crazy we crazy man everybody!"
Henry wonders if Siwon will be offended if he uses him as a human shield.
---
It isn't until the tiny, slightly deranged-looking man with the wings shows up that Henry realizes that everyone present is quite possibly as abnormal as he is, or worse, which could explain Heechul idly poking a metal chopstick into the electrical socket for the last 5 minutes.
"Wait, uh..." Henry says, and gestures wildly at the winged man, looking to Siwon for help.
"Oh," Siwon blinks at him, then jabbers briefly in Korean before turning back to continue. "Kangin-hyung saw you teleport, so we didn't think it would be an issue. All of us have special gifts, too. We're superheroes!" He announces this with another delighted smile, and Henry puts his head between his knees.
01. Yesung is not allowed to do anything, ever.
Henry learns this when (feeling somewhat sorry for the man who seems to spend most of his time sitting in a threadbare armchair and watching the others) he challenges him to a game on the PS3 that's just sitting there, gathering dust.
Yesung's face brightens hopefully, but before Henry can uncoil a controller and offer it to him, Kyuhyun lunges off the couch to throw himself bodily between Henry and Yesung, nearly dropping his laptop in the process. It's the fastest Henry has ever seen him move, and he's still blinking in shock when Kyuhyun makes an anguished noise and blurts an emphatic "No!" in his face.
He doesn't really understand, though, until the time he notices Yesung slip into the kitchen while everyone is occupied with a couple of board games on the floor, and a moment later, the microwave explodes and there is water seeping across the linoleum as the faucet spurts uncontrollably from a broken handle.
Then there's the occasion where Ryeowook sends Siwon, Yesung, and Sungmin out for groceries, and Henry tags along to get out of the house. It's a short walk to the store, and Henry thinks nothing of it until Yesung steps into the (green-lit) crosswalk and a bus nearly runs him over, horn blaring, only to crash into a streetlight. Yesung's face is very white, and no one says anything, but Siwon takes a firm grasp on his hand before shepherding him carefully across the street, once everyone else has crossed. Henry glances back, after the fact, to find the traffic signal has come loose and is dangling precariously from a set of wires, shedding sparks.
"Er, how do you do superhero stuff?" he asks as delicately as he can, through Siwon, later.
Yesung shrugs and examines his book, which the pages seem to be falling out of. "Usually someone just tries to get me close enough to the bad guys to mess them up. It's pretty hard to make a clean getaway if your dashboard catches fire or a tire falls off, you know?"
02. Heechul is actually a giant fanboy.
On average, Heechul spends four to five hours a day on his computer, when he's not at work. Henry presumes he has a job, at least, because Heechul doesn't really seem the type to leave for any other reason.
What he spends all that time doing, however, remains a mystery until the day he pops up out of nowhere to secure Henry's elbow in a vice-grip and drag him toward the computer. "What does it say?!" Heechul points at the screen, eyes wide, hair a tangled red mess, and nightshirt slipping off one shoulder.
Henry squints at the monitor, then raises his brows. It's a fan-forum for the Wonder Girls, some teenage superhero group that recently showed up in America. Most of the board is in English, and Henry's not sure how Heechul got himself signed up in the first place, but he leans in to read the post in question.
There's a fan-taken photo of one of them, the little one with the chubby cheeks, leaping between city rooftops. "Uh..." Henry skims the text and tries to ignore Heechul's impatient gargling in his ear. "Nothing, only picture is take... New York City, yesterday."
Heechul is still clinging to his elbow. "I'm going to marry her," he announces (or at least that's what Henry thinks he says). "She is my one true butterfly." He doesn't even make sense anymore.
"Hyung..." Henry stops, eying the picture for a moment. "She is... maybe thirteen? How old?"
"I'm a flower, waiting for her love," Heechul croons, finally unwinding from his constrictor-like grip on Henry's arm to type some long comment in Korean, posting under the username '9Lives'.
Kyuhyun pipes up from the couch, a couple of moments later, looking faintly disgusted. "Do you have to keep using your codename on the internet, hyung? Also, it's 4 PM, would you dress yourself?"
"She'll find me someday..." Heechul smiles at the photo, creepily, and wiggles his toes in their cartoon socks.
And here Henry had thought it was just something to do with his weird love of cats.
rating : PG
focus : henry
1455 words. crack, idek, just word-vomiting and seeing where it goes. based off hoyah's superhero!TVXQ ficlet
On Being Superhuman,
Or, How Henry winds up in the wrong hemisphere, entirely.
The problem with Henry's life isn't that he's superhuman. It's that he's not very good at it.
Most people might think that the ability to teleport would be pretty cool, for instance. Henry is one of them, until the day he means to just pop stealthily over to the store for some ice cream, after school, but finds himself plummeting toward unbroken ocean instead, the moment gravity reasserts itself. He panics, 'ports blind, and the next thing he knows is an impact that knocks all the wind out of him and leaves him flat on his back on concrete.
He is still staring up at the patch of sky and surrounding buildings when a thuggish-looking Asian guy with weird designs shaved in his buzzed hair leans over him and says something completely incomprehensible.
"Wha?" Henry rouses himself enough to sit, head spinning, and promptly discovers a swirl of nausea turning the world gray and making a concerted run for the back of his throat. He hopes, dimly, that the big guy isn't too fond of his shoes.
---
It turns out there are about 20 of them, or maybe 12. None of them will stand still long enough for Henry to actually get a head count, and while there is a lot of excited gesturing and some exchange of names, none of them seem to speak any English, let alone comprehend Henry's rusty Cantonese.
The happy one, Donghae, spends ten minutes shoving a glowering man who barely says anything (later explained to be Kibum) at him and gesticulating wildly. Kibum hates everything, to judge from the look on his face, and Henry sort of wishes he were anywhere else, but is afraid that the next time he 'ports he might end up in Antarctica.
Kibum disappears into the back of the house, after awhile, and Henry doesn't see him again until some hours later, when he brings out a box of electronic detritus and drops it in front of Henry on the table, nearly overturning the tureen of soup Ryeowook has been trying to feed him.
It looks like the Frankensteinian amalgamation of two cheap stereos, a lot of wires, and a circuit-board from something he can't identify. And it speaks in a voice that strongly reminds him of the broken Speak & Spell his older cousin gave him when he was five.
Kibum is talking, and the thing drones over the top of him, a few steps behind. "This universal interpretation and, or, I the popsicle stick and the weight-ing the thing reasoning where is more the sword than will operate and in case about will be from. You speak that, follow to empty you directly and we that fact that understand. You understand?"
"...What?" Henry stares.
Kibum hisses something, under his breath.
The device mulls it over, then contributes a helpful "Ten shots."
Kibum hits it, at which point it starts smoking and someone claps a hand over Ryeowook's mouth to muffle his protest.
---
Siwon comes to help, when someone can finally get ahold of him. He appears in the doorway gleaming with sweat and smudged with soot, with about half his clothes in tatters, but he's beaming. So is Heechul, somewhat less innocently.
Kibum grunts something at him, and kicks the broken translator, which wheezes a sort of death rattle.
Siwon widens his eyes and turns to regard Henry, reaching to grasp his hand and shake, firmly (Henry's fingers go a little numb). "Oh, hello!" he exclaims, in accented but serviceable English. "Pleased to meet you!"
Henry nearly sobs in relief. "Help me, I don't know where I am and these people are all crazy!"
"Yo touch, man!" Heechul shouts, and gleefully slugs him in the shoulder. "Crazy, you crazy we crazy man everybody!"
Henry wonders if Siwon will be offended if he uses him as a human shield.
---
It isn't until the tiny, slightly deranged-looking man with the wings shows up that Henry realizes that everyone present is quite possibly as abnormal as he is, or worse, which could explain Heechul idly poking a metal chopstick into the electrical socket for the last 5 minutes.
"Wait, uh..." Henry says, and gestures wildly at the winged man, looking to Siwon for help.
"Oh," Siwon blinks at him, then jabbers briefly in Korean before turning back to continue. "Kangin-hyung saw you teleport, so we didn't think it would be an issue. All of us have special gifts, too. We're superheroes!" He announces this with another delighted smile, and Henry puts his head between his knees.
01. Yesung is not allowed to do anything, ever.
Henry learns this when (feeling somewhat sorry for the man who seems to spend most of his time sitting in a threadbare armchair and watching the others) he challenges him to a game on the PS3 that's just sitting there, gathering dust.
Yesung's face brightens hopefully, but before Henry can uncoil a controller and offer it to him, Kyuhyun lunges off the couch to throw himself bodily between Henry and Yesung, nearly dropping his laptop in the process. It's the fastest Henry has ever seen him move, and he's still blinking in shock when Kyuhyun makes an anguished noise and blurts an emphatic "No!" in his face.
He doesn't really understand, though, until the time he notices Yesung slip into the kitchen while everyone is occupied with a couple of board games on the floor, and a moment later, the microwave explodes and there is water seeping across the linoleum as the faucet spurts uncontrollably from a broken handle.
Then there's the occasion where Ryeowook sends Siwon, Yesung, and Sungmin out for groceries, and Henry tags along to get out of the house. It's a short walk to the store, and Henry thinks nothing of it until Yesung steps into the (green-lit) crosswalk and a bus nearly runs him over, horn blaring, only to crash into a streetlight. Yesung's face is very white, and no one says anything, but Siwon takes a firm grasp on his hand before shepherding him carefully across the street, once everyone else has crossed. Henry glances back, after the fact, to find the traffic signal has come loose and is dangling precariously from a set of wires, shedding sparks.
"Er, how do you do superhero stuff?" he asks as delicately as he can, through Siwon, later.
Yesung shrugs and examines his book, which the pages seem to be falling out of. "Usually someone just tries to get me close enough to the bad guys to mess them up. It's pretty hard to make a clean getaway if your dashboard catches fire or a tire falls off, you know?"
02. Heechul is actually a giant fanboy.
On average, Heechul spends four to five hours a day on his computer, when he's not at work. Henry presumes he has a job, at least, because Heechul doesn't really seem the type to leave for any other reason.
What he spends all that time doing, however, remains a mystery until the day he pops up out of nowhere to secure Henry's elbow in a vice-grip and drag him toward the computer. "What does it say?!" Heechul points at the screen, eyes wide, hair a tangled red mess, and nightshirt slipping off one shoulder.
Henry squints at the monitor, then raises his brows. It's a fan-forum for the Wonder Girls, some teenage superhero group that recently showed up in America. Most of the board is in English, and Henry's not sure how Heechul got himself signed up in the first place, but he leans in to read the post in question.
There's a fan-taken photo of one of them, the little one with the chubby cheeks, leaping between city rooftops. "Uh..." Henry skims the text and tries to ignore Heechul's impatient gargling in his ear. "Nothing, only picture is take... New York City, yesterday."
Heechul is still clinging to his elbow. "I'm going to marry her," he announces (or at least that's what Henry thinks he says). "She is my one true butterfly." He doesn't even make sense anymore.
"Hyung..." Henry stops, eying the picture for a moment. "She is... maybe thirteen? How old?"
"I'm a flower, waiting for her love," Heechul croons, finally unwinding from his constrictor-like grip on Henry's arm to type some long comment in Korean, posting under the username '9Lives'.
Kyuhyun pipes up from the couch, a couple of moments later, looking faintly disgusted. "Do you have to keep using your codename on the internet, hyung? Also, it's 4 PM, would you dress yourself?"
"She'll find me someday..." Heechul smiles at the photo, creepily, and wiggles his toes in their cartoon socks.
And here Henry had thought it was just something to do with his weird love of cats.