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Title: How Kyuhyun fell down the gay-hole 3
Author: creepyhole
Pairing: KyuMin; EunHae
Genre: Romance; Crack/Humour
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Kyuhyun is not really that gay, Sungmin is a jealous twat, and Eunhyuk just can't keep his animosity.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters owned by SM Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Finally, they were home. Kyuhyun quickly headed toward the shower after he gloomily placed Sungmin's shopping bags on the floor. He was not in the mood to talk to anyone, especially to Sungmin for the latter had utterly pissed him off. Earlier, he had thought everything was going to flow flawlessly, since Sungmin had successfully approached him and stated some sappy lines. He felt high, but he had to destroy the romantic atmosphere, just by teasing the latter. What a bitch.
"Asshole," he murmured as he lied in the bath tub and wetted himself. His back hurt, and his arms weren't helping. He was bloody tired and he wanted to sleep.
Half an hour had passed and Kyuhyun didn't even notice. He had fallen asleep due to exhaustion from earlier's activity. He got up and dried himself, rubbing his eyes in the process. He carefully managed to get out from the shower and headed to his closet. He grabbed his pyjamas and wore them on. Had he not drooped the towel, he wouldn't even notice Sungmin, lying in his own bed and staring at him as if he had done something wrong that made the shorter man depress or something. His eyes narrowed and he simply shrugged.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" he coldly asked and sat down in his bed, massaging his back and neck.
He heard Sungmin snort loudly. "Don't ask why. As if you don't know."
Kyuhyun looked at the older man. "I obviously don't. Why don't you tell me?"
"Ugh," Sungmin drawled and crossed his legs. "You're avoiding me, Kyu! What happened? You're acting like I did something unintelligible..."
You did, Kyuhyun wanted to shout, but he kept his mouth shut. He cleared his throat and slightly smiled.
"You didn't...Sorry, 'was tired, is all."
"Oh shut up, you liar. I know you. Stop lying. Now tell me the reason why you're avoiding me."
Kyuhyun flopped down the bed and hugged his pillow. "I am not avoiding you, okay? I am just tired..." he closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry..." Sungmin whispered. Kyuhyun glanced at him and smiled.
"It's okay...The shopping bags were kind of heavy. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be tired. And besides, being with Zhou Mi was the best moment you've had earlier, I suppose..." he answered, not leaving Zhou Mi's name in a sarcastic tune. Sungmin's forehead wrinkled.
"That sounded weird, Kyu. Are you trying to say that I'm in love with Zhou Mi or what..."
He shrugged. "'don't know..."
Sungmin chuckled. "Whatever, you jealous twat. I hope you still remember what I told you at the mall, because I wasn't kidding when I said that."
"Now, whatever, hyung.."
The older man laughed this time and snatched the laptop that was placed atop his pillow.
"Good night, Kyu~"
Kyuhyun cracked one eye open. "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
"Nah, not tired. I need to read my favorite fan fiction. Oh look!" Sungmin cheerfully said, bouncing in bed, "my favorite author just updated! Oh my gosh."
"Is that KyuMin?" he asked. Sungmin glared at him and plastered his usually-shown smirk.
"You know I don't read anything, right? KyuMin is forever KyuMin..."
He frowned. "Hyung...I need to tell you something. It's pretty alarming, and seriously, it would freak your tits out."
Sungmin laughed and nodded. "Okay. What is it?"
"It's about Zhou Mi," he responded and gradually got up from the bed, still facing the older man.
"Well, what about him?"
"Uh, he likes you."
Silence.
Silence.
And then Sungmin had to start laughing and clutch the sheets like a retarted person. Kyuhyun managed to snort and flipped his hand arrogantly.
"Hyung, I am not kidding..." he mumbled and frowned some more when Sungmin just didn't care and laugh louder this time.
"Hyung..." he called dangerously. The older man glanced at him and gulped loudly.
"Sorry...oh my god, Kyu, oh my god. That was the best joke I've ever heard! Thank you for telling me that, I had a good laugh, seriously!"
"I told you I was not kidding! It was true, Zhou Mi said it, right at my face! That lanky guy even reads fan fictions! MiMin! What the fuck is that name, huh? MiMin. It sounds like shit!"
"MiMin?"
"Yes," he spitted. "As in Zhou Mi and Sungmin. MiMin."
"That's a cute name!" Sungmin said and wiggled his eyebrows. Kyuhyun stuck out his tongue and lied back down on the bed, his back facing the latter.
"Fuck you," he whispered. He was not in the mood, really. He needed to sleep. So he closed his eyes. But before he could drift off, Sungmin lightly laughed and hit him with a pillow.
"Jealous again? You always feel that, Kyu..."
He groaned softly. "I am not jealous, okay? Just feeling weird. Because I thought you would feel disgusted after what I said, but then you just laughed and even said it was cute. What the hell's wrong with you, hyung?"
Kyuhyun heard Sungmin's bed croak and he slightly turned his head on the side, only to see Sungmin standing beside his bed, with his arms crossed over his chest.
"I don't have a problem with it, Kyu. Zhou Mi is good-looking and isn't that good news? He reads fan fictions like me. It wouldn't be a problem to me anymore if suddenly, I would talk to him about stories the fans write. Zhou Mi wouldn't feel disgusted anymore. Unlike someone out there."
"Are you referring to me?" he asked ridiculously.
Sungmin fakingly smiled. "You? No. Yes. Maybe. Guilty?"
He shrugged. "Kinda."
"Fuck you!" Sungmin said and hit him with a pillow and kicked his shin. Kyuhyun aww-ed and got up from the bed, angrily facing his hilarious hyung.
"That hurt!"
"Imbecile!"
"Idiot!"
"Stupid dummy!"
"Terrifying old maid!"
Sungmin gaped and slapped the back of Kyuhyun's head. "I am just 25, you bitch! Take that back!"
"Oh my god, why do you do that to me? I am just 23, you dork. I am too young to receive that kind of---" Kyuhyun pinched Sungmin's cheeks and teasingly chuckled, "stuff."
The older man tried to slap Kyuhyun's hands away but the younger didn't want to.
"Let.go.of.my.cheeks.imbecile," Sungmin said and again, dared to whisk yet failed again.
Kyuhyun smirked. "Hah!"
"Kyu, let.go.of.my.fucking.cheeks.right.now.if.you.want.to.live.still."
Hearing the dangerous tone of Sungmin's voice, Kyuhyun stopped teasing the latter and quickly moved away.
"Err--sorry?" he cutely apologized and grinned widely when he saw Sungmin slowly plastering a smile like his. The next second, they wrestled in bed and hit each other with squishy pillows. Later, they lied down and stared at the ceiling.
"That was...amazing," Sungmin whispered and looked at him. He nodded and looked at Sungmin back.
"Perfectly amazing," he whispered also, although he was referring to Sungmin.
"Let me sleep in your bed, okay?"
"Sure...good night, hyung..." he muttered, and gradually closed his eyes, allowing himself to visit dreamland.
"Good night, love..."
And he smiled.
Eunhyuk sleepily walked into the kitchen with his hands inside his shirt and was exhaustingly rubbing his tummy. He was so thirsty and he was so desperate to get something to drink. A milk would do. As he was about to open the fridge, he saw Donghae talking to someone on the phone. The younger man was putting this incredible smile on his lips and somehow, it made Eunhyuk feel bad. He was just jealous; just jealous.
"I bet he's talking to his lovely Jessica. Hmp," he mumbled and grabbed the milk placed in a carton. He shaked it first before he pulled a chair out and drank it. He shrugged his thought about Donghae and Jessica when he felt Donghae sit down beside him, taking the cartoned milk away from him and starting to drink it too.
"Good morning, hyung!" Donghae greeted him and put the milk on the table. He just nodded, controlling himself hard not to reprimand.
"Are you okay?" the latter asked and touched his forehead. "But you don't have fever..."
"Well, I don't have," he snobbishly replied and cupped his chin with his palm.
"It seems you have a bad morning, hyung..."
"Obviously. Stop talking to me."
"Hey, don't be too harsh!"
"Whatever. Sod off. Thank you.."
Donghae stood up from his seat and pouted. "Fine, if that's what you want..." And he walked out of the kitchen, leaving a sad Eunhyuk behind. The blond sighed deeply and felt like crying...
"If you just insisted, I could have told you I was just kidding..." he muttered under his breath, tears were pooling in his eyes.
Sungmin woke up at around eight. And the first thing that greeted him was Kyuhyun, stuffing his phone in his ear and talking to someone who he was pretty sure was a girl. His eyesbrows furrowed when Kyuhyun bit his lower lip and slowly nodded, as if the caller was telling him something he'd eventually agree with.
"It's pretty okay, Sunny. We can go out, you know. Just tell me when you are free. Or yeah, something like that," he heard Kyuhyun say and chuckle afterwards, nodding and nodding. Animosity suddenly flickered inside him and he felt the urge of choking Kyuhyun to death.
So Sunny asked Kyuhyun out on a date? How dare she? Kyuhyun was a busy man, so he couldn't date her.
"Okay then. Let's meet there, okay? And don't you dare ditch me, or else I'll send you myself to hell." And that was it, Kyuhyun ended up the call.
Sungmin snorted and gradually got up from the bed, pretending that he just awoke.
"Good morning, hyung! How was your sleep?"
He shrugged. "'Twas fine. I don't know."
"Oh...err...okay?"
He licked his lower lip. "Who was that?"
Kyuhyun's forehead wrinkled. "Huh?"
"Who was that? On the phone?"
The younger man laughed and stuffed his phone inside his pyjama. "Ahh, it was Sunny. She asked me out. I couldn't disagree."
"Why not?" he dryly asked. Kyuhyun looked at him weirdly.
"She's my friend..."
"Friends don't go out..."
"Hyung, they do. What's happening to you?"
Sungmin growled and rubbed his neck. "Nothing...Nothing, Kyu. Go and take a bath now. Sunny might wait for your lazy ass..."
"We'll go out later. Are you sure you're okay?"
He stood up and headed toward his closet. "Stop asking me questions. It's bloody annoying."
"Err--sorry..."
Sungmin grabbed his towel and walked toward the bathroom. He glanced at Kyuhyun and sighed.
"Are you sure you're going out with Sunny?" he asked.
Kyuhyun darted out his tongue and bit his upper lip. "Yes," he answered. Sungmin frowned and banged the bathroom door. Hard.
"Fuck you, Kyu. Just fuck you..." he whispered as he listlessly hung the towel and dipped himself in the bath tub.
~tbc
Author: creepyhole
Pairing: KyuMin; EunHae
Genre: Romance; Crack/Humour
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Kyuhyun is not really that gay, Sungmin is a jealous twat, and Eunhyuk just can't keep his animosity.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters owned by SM Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Finally, they were home. Kyuhyun quickly headed toward the shower after he gloomily placed Sungmin's shopping bags on the floor. He was not in the mood to talk to anyone, especially to Sungmin for the latter had utterly pissed him off. Earlier, he had thought everything was going to flow flawlessly, since Sungmin had successfully approached him and stated some sappy lines. He felt high, but he had to destroy the romantic atmosphere, just by teasing the latter. What a bitch.
"Asshole," he murmured as he lied in the bath tub and wetted himself. His back hurt, and his arms weren't helping. He was bloody tired and he wanted to sleep.
Half an hour had passed and Kyuhyun didn't even notice. He had fallen asleep due to exhaustion from earlier's activity. He got up and dried himself, rubbing his eyes in the process. He carefully managed to get out from the shower and headed to his closet. He grabbed his pyjamas and wore them on. Had he not drooped the towel, he wouldn't even notice Sungmin, lying in his own bed and staring at him as if he had done something wrong that made the shorter man depress or something. His eyes narrowed and he simply shrugged.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" he coldly asked and sat down in his bed, massaging his back and neck.
He heard Sungmin snort loudly. "Don't ask why. As if you don't know."
Kyuhyun looked at the older man. "I obviously don't. Why don't you tell me?"
"Ugh," Sungmin drawled and crossed his legs. "You're avoiding me, Kyu! What happened? You're acting like I did something unintelligible..."
You did, Kyuhyun wanted to shout, but he kept his mouth shut. He cleared his throat and slightly smiled.
"You didn't...Sorry, 'was tired, is all."
"Oh shut up, you liar. I know you. Stop lying. Now tell me the reason why you're avoiding me."
Kyuhyun flopped down the bed and hugged his pillow. "I am not avoiding you, okay? I am just tired..." he closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry..." Sungmin whispered. Kyuhyun glanced at him and smiled.
"It's okay...The shopping bags were kind of heavy. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be tired. And besides, being with Zhou Mi was the best moment you've had earlier, I suppose..." he answered, not leaving Zhou Mi's name in a sarcastic tune. Sungmin's forehead wrinkled.
"That sounded weird, Kyu. Are you trying to say that I'm in love with Zhou Mi or what..."
He shrugged. "'don't know..."
Sungmin chuckled. "Whatever, you jealous twat. I hope you still remember what I told you at the mall, because I wasn't kidding when I said that."
"Now, whatever, hyung.."
The older man laughed this time and snatched the laptop that was placed atop his pillow.
"Good night, Kyu~"
Kyuhyun cracked one eye open. "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
"Nah, not tired. I need to read my favorite fan fiction. Oh look!" Sungmin cheerfully said, bouncing in bed, "my favorite author just updated! Oh my gosh."
"Is that KyuMin?" he asked. Sungmin glared at him and plastered his usually-shown smirk.
"You know I don't read anything, right? KyuMin is forever KyuMin..."
He frowned. "Hyung...I need to tell you something. It's pretty alarming, and seriously, it would freak your tits out."
Sungmin laughed and nodded. "Okay. What is it?"
"It's about Zhou Mi," he responded and gradually got up from the bed, still facing the older man.
"Well, what about him?"
"Uh, he likes you."
Silence.
Silence.
And then Sungmin had to start laughing and clutch the sheets like a retarted person. Kyuhyun managed to snort and flipped his hand arrogantly.
"Hyung, I am not kidding..." he mumbled and frowned some more when Sungmin just didn't care and laugh louder this time.
"Hyung..." he called dangerously. The older man glanced at him and gulped loudly.
"Sorry...oh my god, Kyu, oh my god. That was the best joke I've ever heard! Thank you for telling me that, I had a good laugh, seriously!"
"I told you I was not kidding! It was true, Zhou Mi said it, right at my face! That lanky guy even reads fan fictions! MiMin! What the fuck is that name, huh? MiMin. It sounds like shit!"
"MiMin?"
"Yes," he spitted. "As in Zhou Mi and Sungmin. MiMin."
"That's a cute name!" Sungmin said and wiggled his eyebrows. Kyuhyun stuck out his tongue and lied back down on the bed, his back facing the latter.
"Fuck you," he whispered. He was not in the mood, really. He needed to sleep. So he closed his eyes. But before he could drift off, Sungmin lightly laughed and hit him with a pillow.
"Jealous again? You always feel that, Kyu..."
He groaned softly. "I am not jealous, okay? Just feeling weird. Because I thought you would feel disgusted after what I said, but then you just laughed and even said it was cute. What the hell's wrong with you, hyung?"
Kyuhyun heard Sungmin's bed croak and he slightly turned his head on the side, only to see Sungmin standing beside his bed, with his arms crossed over his chest.
"I don't have a problem with it, Kyu. Zhou Mi is good-looking and isn't that good news? He reads fan fictions like me. It wouldn't be a problem to me anymore if suddenly, I would talk to him about stories the fans write. Zhou Mi wouldn't feel disgusted anymore. Unlike someone out there."
"Are you referring to me?" he asked ridiculously.
Sungmin fakingly smiled. "You? No. Yes. Maybe. Guilty?"
He shrugged. "Kinda."
"Fuck you!" Sungmin said and hit him with a pillow and kicked his shin. Kyuhyun aww-ed and got up from the bed, angrily facing his hilarious hyung.
"That hurt!"
"Imbecile!"
"Idiot!"
"Stupid dummy!"
"Terrifying old maid!"
Sungmin gaped and slapped the back of Kyuhyun's head. "I am just 25, you bitch! Take that back!"
"Oh my god, why do you do that to me? I am just 23, you dork. I am too young to receive that kind of---" Kyuhyun pinched Sungmin's cheeks and teasingly chuckled, "stuff."
The older man tried to slap Kyuhyun's hands away but the younger didn't want to.
"Let.go.of.my.cheeks.imbecile," Sungmin said and again, dared to whisk yet failed again.
Kyuhyun smirked. "Hah!"
"Kyu, let.go.of.my.fucking.cheeks.right.now.if.you.want.to.live.still."
Hearing the dangerous tone of Sungmin's voice, Kyuhyun stopped teasing the latter and quickly moved away.
"Err--sorry?" he cutely apologized and grinned widely when he saw Sungmin slowly plastering a smile like his. The next second, they wrestled in bed and hit each other with squishy pillows. Later, they lied down and stared at the ceiling.
"That was...amazing," Sungmin whispered and looked at him. He nodded and looked at Sungmin back.
"Perfectly amazing," he whispered also, although he was referring to Sungmin.
"Let me sleep in your bed, okay?"
"Sure...good night, hyung..." he muttered, and gradually closed his eyes, allowing himself to visit dreamland.
"Good night, love..."
And he smiled.
Eunhyuk sleepily walked into the kitchen with his hands inside his shirt and was exhaustingly rubbing his tummy. He was so thirsty and he was so desperate to get something to drink. A milk would do. As he was about to open the fridge, he saw Donghae talking to someone on the phone. The younger man was putting this incredible smile on his lips and somehow, it made Eunhyuk feel bad. He was just jealous; just jealous.
"I bet he's talking to his lovely Jessica. Hmp," he mumbled and grabbed the milk placed in a carton. He shaked it first before he pulled a chair out and drank it. He shrugged his thought about Donghae and Jessica when he felt Donghae sit down beside him, taking the cartoned milk away from him and starting to drink it too.
"Good morning, hyung!" Donghae greeted him and put the milk on the table. He just nodded, controlling himself hard not to reprimand.
"Are you okay?" the latter asked and touched his forehead. "But you don't have fever..."
"Well, I don't have," he snobbishly replied and cupped his chin with his palm.
"It seems you have a bad morning, hyung..."
"Obviously. Stop talking to me."
"Hey, don't be too harsh!"
"Whatever. Sod off. Thank you.."
Donghae stood up from his seat and pouted. "Fine, if that's what you want..." And he walked out of the kitchen, leaving a sad Eunhyuk behind. The blond sighed deeply and felt like crying...
"If you just insisted, I could have told you I was just kidding..." he muttered under his breath, tears were pooling in his eyes.
Sungmin woke up at around eight. And the first thing that greeted him was Kyuhyun, stuffing his phone in his ear and talking to someone who he was pretty sure was a girl. His eyesbrows furrowed when Kyuhyun bit his lower lip and slowly nodded, as if the caller was telling him something he'd eventually agree with.
"It's pretty okay, Sunny. We can go out, you know. Just tell me when you are free. Or yeah, something like that," he heard Kyuhyun say and chuckle afterwards, nodding and nodding. Animosity suddenly flickered inside him and he felt the urge of choking Kyuhyun to death.
So Sunny asked Kyuhyun out on a date? How dare she? Kyuhyun was a busy man, so he couldn't date her.
"Okay then. Let's meet there, okay? And don't you dare ditch me, or else I'll send you myself to hell." And that was it, Kyuhyun ended up the call.
Sungmin snorted and gradually got up from the bed, pretending that he just awoke.
"Good morning, hyung! How was your sleep?"
He shrugged. "'Twas fine. I don't know."
"Oh...err...okay?"
He licked his lower lip. "Who was that?"
Kyuhyun's forehead wrinkled. "Huh?"
"Who was that? On the phone?"
The younger man laughed and stuffed his phone inside his pyjama. "Ahh, it was Sunny. She asked me out. I couldn't disagree."
"Why not?" he dryly asked. Kyuhyun looked at him weirdly.
"She's my friend..."
"Friends don't go out..."
"Hyung, they do. What's happening to you?"
Sungmin growled and rubbed his neck. "Nothing...Nothing, Kyu. Go and take a bath now. Sunny might wait for your lazy ass..."
"We'll go out later. Are you sure you're okay?"
He stood up and headed toward his closet. "Stop asking me questions. It's bloody annoying."
"Err--sorry..."
Sungmin grabbed his towel and walked toward the bathroom. He glanced at Kyuhyun and sighed.
"Are you sure you're going out with Sunny?" he asked.
Kyuhyun darted out his tongue and bit his upper lip. "Yes," he answered. Sungmin frowned and banged the bathroom door. Hard.
"Fuck you, Kyu. Just fuck you..." he whispered as he listlessly hung the towel and dipped himself in the bath tub.
~tbc