Four Months Time (eps 4)
title: four months time (eps 4)
pairing: kaisoo, baekyeol, hunhan (i'm sorry i'm still stuck in the past)
disclaimer: i own nothing, nothing, but the plot
summary: growing close to and know each other better is a few example on developing relationship
the youngest two apparently understood the picture without doing it on purpose
and hog all their favorite person's attention on them
in case you missed it → Episode 3
Episode 4 - Love, Love, Love
The summer has kicked in and here comes the season of loose sleeveless shirts, shorts, and many other shorter and tighter version of clothing for summer because it’s hot, it keeps you sweating and fanning and you would just want to eat watermelon all day. In Sehun’s case it’s a different story because apparently he is obsessed with potato chips in various flavors-that’s the only thing he’s been chewing since spring’s almost over-several people in the house had reminded him that he would get a severe toothache if he didn’t stop it immediately, the expert in cleanness, Kim Minseok has been observing that he rarely brushes his teeth at night.
“I think it’s really gross how he doesn’t want or maybe he forgot to, I don’t know, but still, brushing teeth needs regular practice of twice a day! Morning and night, that is like the law of hygiene universe.”
“I don’t brush my teeth at night too…”
Minseok changes his expression slowly and turns around to see Baekhyun, eating a strawberry ice cream right next to him.
- A double interview, Minseok & Baekhyun
A taxi stops by at the front gate, making the two who are currently occupying the couch; Jongin and Sehun turn their heads around with a confused face.
“Who orders a taxi?”
“I do.”
Tall, dashing, and handsome Kris Wu is walking down the hallway which separated the bedrooms upstairs from the living room, pulling a big suitcase along with him, head to toe ready with high class fashion. He’s wearing a sophisticated black blazer in leather clothing with a white, thin t-shirt underneath and simple jeans, ripped in certain parts, just like the leading fashionistas had been wearing for the whole year, he’s wearing a minimum high sole black boots, shiny, shimmery, splendid.
“Are you not hot?” “I can see your nipples.” Jongin and Sehun’s comments colliding with each other and Kris cancelled all his playing cool stuff by throwing them a warning stare.
“I’m just saying, I can actually, really, see your nipples.” Sehun said, followed by several annoying sounds of potato chips being chewed.
Jongdae, Yixing, and Minseok come down a few seconds after that and Jongdae actually sneered at Kris. Like, he thinks Kris is wearing some kind of mascot costume at the moment when in fact he is not.
“I will not care about your opinions I will depart in style. Now, peasants, I’ll see you later.”
“But where are you going??” Yixing eyes him suspiciously.
“I’m going back to China for a while, I really missed my family there.”
“Well, have you told Junmyeon yet?” “Oh, just don’t forget to record yourself while you’re there, Sehun and I would really appreciate it, ok.” Jongdae speaks right away after Minseok’s question.
“I’ve tried calling him and he didn’t pick up, he hasn’t been replying my texts too. Well, I guess I’ll just go now, I’ve left next month’s house fee in his room though, that should be alright. Anyway I’m going to be back by the end of next month, it shouldn’t really be a problem.” Kris shrugs while taking out sunglasses from the blazer’s pocket.
Jongdae is trying his best not to burst out laughing.
Sehun immediately notices that the three of them are looking like they’re about to go somewhere too, didn’t miss his chance to interrogate, “What about you three? You guys seem ready too.”
Well, yes, compared to those two lousy guys who just turned 20 lying in their trousers and Jongin’s pathetic Metallica shirt which has several holes around the shoulder parts, the trio looks smashingly good, and they smell nice too. Jongin glances quickly to the clock and it’s only just 9am, he frowned deeply upon everyone’s effort to be fresh, clean, and handsome around this hour.
“We’re going to a music festival.” Yixing smiles.
“Yeah? Where you guys going, church’s choir?” Baekhyun’s annoying high pitched voice sauntered from upstairs and seconds later he showed up with Chanyeol quietly chuckling behind and a tailing Tao, busy with his phone. All three looking ready with their casual yet not too messy clothings, and of course, they have showered.
“AYY WHERE YOU ALL GOING, IS THIS SOME KIND OF CONSPIRACY?” Sehun puts down his potato chips in protest and turns his entire body sideway.
“YEAH! WHY DIDN’T WE EVEN KNOW?” Jongin joins his shenanigans.
“Listen here you little shits, at what time did you guys wake up this morning? 8.45, exactly, and by that time we’ve all finished with our shits, showering, hair gel and stuff, so we don’t think we’re leaving you out here, in fact you two are the ones who supposed to catch up. Got it? Now shut it.” Said Baekhyun while holding a glass of chocolate milk and a blueberry cupcake he just took out from the fridge which he claimed to be his ‘breakfast’.
“I kinda wanted to laugh when Baekhyun described Sehun and Jongin as ‘little shits’ his mouth is really just… (laughs) (shakes head) it is amazing to see it directly coming out upon my eyes, things from his mouth are.” - Chanyeol, the official and the one and only claimant of Byun Baekhyun’s sassiness.
Kris chuckles mockingly and proceeds to bid goodbye to everybody but not Junmyeon, whose ass is not to be seen since yesterday morning, raising suspicions from every single person in the living room at the moment, Luhan finally showed himself up with severely disheveled honey brown hair and some crease marks on his cheeks, he, unfortunately is joining the lousy club freshly established by Sehun and Jongin minutes ago.
Eventually the house is completely deserted, and with the disappearance of the ruckus caused by major voices from grown up men earlier, did Sehun just realize that his friend kept sneezing. Jongin sneezed again for the tenth times since the three who are on their way to the music festival went out through the back door.
“Jongin are you okay?” is what Sehun was about to ask but got preceded by a concern Luhan turning his head around from inside the fridge.
The elder cancelled his thoughts on whatever that is he’s about to grab for breakfast from the fridge and approaches Jongin, hand stroking his hair lightly, moves down to the back of Jongin’s neck and massages him gently there. Sehun is watching with frowning brows.
“Are you okay? Do you need aspirin or something?”
“Hyung aspirin is for headache.”
“Oh- yeah. Yeahhh. Yeah! Yeah I know that.”
Sehun side eyed him.
But then, somehow he’s experiencing a sudden, unbelievable pain far back inside his mouth. It’s the gum-no, not really-okay it’s getting even painful than before he noticed it, oh wait it’s not the gum, it’s the molar, and it’s sauntering an excruciating pain slowly step by step until Sehun cringes amazingly and crouches himself on the couch, as if it could make the pain go away.
“Hey hey hey what’s going on with you too-what the hell-I’m not going to babysit you guys!-oh wait-Kyungsoo is upstairs!!! I totally forgot!!” he runs away happily from the two miserable children-one kept sneezing and snorting, one is cupping the left side of his cheeks like it’s made of iron-like he had just found out that the only living creature in this world is only him and Kyungsoo.
“Kyungsoo yaaaaa”
“I just finished my review upon intestines and digestion system and it feels so heavy on the head so I came out from the room, only to be sighting a wild Luhan in action; he was circling his hands in the air, doing a failed pirouette, and flaunts his arms around like a sick chicken (imitates Luhan with a flat expression). I just-I just, I just don’t, sometimes, I just (sighs) I don’t understand anyone, anyone, in this house.” - Kyungsoo, had a ruined morning.
“What Lu ge what do you want.” Kyungsoo comes out from his room, despite not coming out up until now, he had showered and is in his best condition already, unlike the three of them.
Luhan is slightly confused upon his appearance, some thoughts like ‘at what time he woke up today’ ‘did he even sleep’ ‘I didn’t see him at all yesterday’ just randomly voiced inside his head. He chuckles and scratches the back of his head, worried about Kyungsoo’s upcoming reaction if he tells him there are two people who seemingly going to be sick in the house at the moment, and that 60% population is away.
Kyungsoo stares at him boringly and proceeds to step back, ready to get back to his own room until Luhan panics and holds the door. “No no please, I… I uhhh, I don’t know how to break this down to you, but, uhh… Sehun-” Kyungsoo is still staring boringly, “-and Jongin.”
“What happened?”
“Oooooooh look at him at the mention of Jongin’s name. He was all deadpanning at me up until I mention Sehun, and then when I continue with Jongin’s name, Kyungsoo just sort of like… coming alive… anyway yes, Jongdae, your roommate is having a severe toothache because he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop eating that goddamned potato chips since the end of spring, I told you already, I’ve told him too, nobody wants to listen to me now look what you got.” - Luhan.
“They got sick, and currently we are the only ones in the house.”
“What about the housekeeper?”
“Don’t you remember? Junmyeon fired her already because she kept taking day offs, plus her Korean didn’t improve anymore.”
“Oh.”
“Come on now! Jongin won’t stop sneezing! I figure, since you’re in medical major, you know?”
“Yeah yeah yeah, ok we gotta hurry.”
It’s almost noon and still no sign of Junmyeon or his car’s smooth engine sound making its way into the garage. Kyungsoo took care of Jongin already, the latter is in his own room lying down, now having a slight fever but thankfully had stopped sneezing (“Can you stop sneezing you’re spreading the virus.” Said Sehun earlier; still capable of being a jerk despite painful toothache). Kyungsoo is downstairs, making a cup of hot tea for Jongin, while Luhan is walking back and forth in the living room, waiting for Sehun to finish changing his clothes-they’re going to the dentist. Kyungsoo said it’s not in his field and that to be a dentist the students have to run down another specific test regarding teeth and whatever it is inside our mouth.
“Hyung can’t we take taxi?” Sehun’s voice sounds far at the back because he’s walking so slowly whilst cringing and hissing at the pain the molar had caused.
“The clinic’s not far from here besides do you see any taxi passing by?”
“No.”
“Then be quiet and just follow me to the dentist, okay? Sheesh.”
“It’s really painful.” Sehun pretends a cry.
“Yeah I know I’ve been there.”
Except Luhan didn’t hear his steps getting closer anymore and being originally worried about the younger he is, he turns around and finds Sehun crouching beside the nearest electricity pylon. Luhan sighs annoyingly and approaches him, intending to scold him like earlier until he sees actual tears streaming down his face. It is indeed extremely painful. Luhan softens upon it and follows Sehun’s position to find his eyes hidden somewhere beneath his bended head and messy, slightly oily, brown hair.
“You know I’ve tried to remind you. It’s like… Jongdae trying to remind you about the phone but this time you actually got the consequence. Sehun, you’ve been chewing that thing every day. You hear me? Every day.” Luhan stops for a laugh, “and you didn’t even listen to Minseok who also told you every day to brush your teeth before you went to sleep. I’m sorry to say this but again this is your fault.”
Sehun looks up, annoyed, and hissed one more time before he hits Luhan on the shoulder and gets up on his own. His legs taking wide steps forward leaving a teasing Luhan behind, Sehun knows that the elder is telling the one and only truth that the biggest fault came from himself. He doesn’t like to admit his wrongdoings and therefore openly avoids it.
“I am right, right? You’re just mad because you know you’re wrong and I’m right-the rest was right-right?” Luhan still teases him whilst catching up in slow jogs.
Sehun answers with some weird noises and pretends he didn’t hear anything.
The small hallway of the dentist clinic that both had visited is currently empty of people, a few patients could be sighted at the corners of the place and none are as serious as Sehun, one middle aged lady is paying a visit to do a regular check up on her teeth. So far, the only one who needs a major help in here is Sehun, who’s currently inside the practice room.
Jongdae Kim 01:43pm (received)
whaddup
Luhan 01:44pm (sent)
why couldn’t you answer me a little bit faster?
Anw, sehun’s with me at the dentist,
the toothache finally happened.
Jongdae Kim 01:50pm (received)
lmao about time.
Luhan 01:51pm (sent)
don’t be so mean.
Jongdae Kim 01:51pm (received)
wait u said ure at the dentist ryt?
so hes in there rn w/ those scary tools the doctor
put inside ur mouth, anesthetic, and all that shit?
Luhan 01:53pm (sent)
yes.
Jongdae Kim 01:56pm (received)
lmaooo i suggest u call somebody else to accompany
bcs when sehun meets anesthetic things
will get pretty weird
Luhan 01:56pm (sent)
define weird?
The reply that Luhan’s been waiting for the next 5 minutes didn’t come anymore so he just gave up and put his phone back into his pants pocket, curious to death about what would ever happen when Sehun meets anesthetic. He soon finds out as the nurse opens the practice room’s door and signals for him to come after she asked “You’re the guardian, right?”
“What happened?”
“Your friend here won’t stop touching the tools, he’s finished already so, if you may-” the nurse doesn’t look really pleased upon anything Sehun had done inside and Luhan, mouth opened, expression confused, steps inside.
He spotted the younger still sitting on the dental chair, white cotton stuffed inside his mouth far back at the right, the doctor is in the toilet across the room, probably not able to take it anymore because right now Sehun is chuckling crazily whilst turning the drill on and off.
“No, no, no Sehun put that down.” Luhan quickly reaches for the drill, careful to turn it off first so it won’t be dangerous. Sehun had quickly moved on to another tool and Luhan patiently catches it again and puts it back down.
“Come on now, come, we have to go home.”
“Hyung look I have a cotton candy inside my mouth.”
“No Sehun that’s not a candy and you can’t eat it, okay?”
“Hyung I’m seeing birds.”
Luhan sighs and gently puts Sehun’s other hand around his shoulders, assisting his way out from the practice room. He can’t think of happy thoughts because when they’re out from the room, they still have to stand for a couple more minutes in front of the administration desk, with a high Sehun walking in circle, giggling flirtatiously, and points his finger at almost everything.
As they finished with the payment, there’s still elevator and Luhan is worried about everything because Sehun still hasn’t come off from the anesthetic’s effect.
“Hyung does it mean your fart could smell like perfume when you drink one?”
Luhan just watches his reflection in the mirrors inside the elevator carefully as they get down to the first floor.
He wasn’t as surprise as he first found out about Sehun’s situation earlier when the younger is doing a headstand when they finally reach the first floor (“Cut it out Sehun please don’t embarrass me!”)
“I heard from Jongdae that Luhan texted him about Sehun’s toothache and I was like (smirks) I told him so! He didn’t want to listen, ever! I told him to brush his teeth at night frequently because his severe obsession towards potato chips won’t stop, okay so he wouldn’t want to stop eating that thing, at least he has to take precaution on his teeth! Toothache isn’t something you’re happy about, if anything, it’s really painful.” - Minseok, a short lecture on ‘toothache’.
“He kept asking me ‘hyung why is the sky blue? Why it isn’t purple, chocolate, or green?’ (Laughs). I answered well if it isn’t blue it’s not a sky, if it’s chocolate you’re going to fly there and eat it up, if it’s purple it means the sky is sick, and if it is green it’s grass, not the sky. I was just following his situation (laughs even more). And then he just turned to me and chuckled like crazy. (Blinks).” - Luhan.
“Do you have any idea about what you did after you visited the dentist?”
“No.”
“Absolutely no idea?”
“(Stares any where whilst thinking back) yep.”
“See, this is what the anesthetic made him to be, I remember when I agreed to go with him to the dentist for the first time-believe it or not he’s still scared to go there alone even in this age of his-and he couldn’t remember even a slightest bit.”
“(Weird chuckles followed).”
- Jongdae & Sehun.
2 and half hours earlier, at home
White steams coming out from a hot pot on the stove in the kitchen while Do Kyungsoo kept changing the TV channels for about five minutes already, he’s sitting on the carpet right under the couch where Jongin is lying at the moment, back facing him. The latter couldn’t stop sneezing up until Sehun and Luhan left for the dentist appointment so Kyungsoo gave him a medicine he got from one of his lectures last week, and thankfully it slipped away. Alas after the sneeze disappeared, he could feel a fever creeping its way up to the younger’s body, thus causing a pot full of hot soup on its way boiling up right now.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to make you tea too? Or a glass of hot milk maybe?”
“…No. That’s okay,” answered Jongin between his sad little mumbling voice, drowning in sickness, “thanks.”
“No problem.”
Several minutes later Kyungsoo could hear the pot lid knocking itself onto the surface of the pot, sign that the soup is perfectly boiled. He quickly turns off the stove before picking up the sweating lid, welcoming the soaring warm fog onto his face, his glasses blurred with dew. When he comes over to the couch, Jongin sits up straight under the maroon blanket bundling his entire body, his hair disheveled and face slightly pale, looking like he had just awoken from a deep sleep all the time.
“Here you go.” The elder placed the bowl in front of him on the desk.
Jongin stares at it and stares down at himself.
Kyungsoo laughs, “Okay. You stay put, I’ll feed you.”
Something made Jongin’s face blushes and Kyungsoo’s naïve mind believes it’s because of the fever he’s having.
Jongin nods innocently and fixes his sitting position to a more comfortable one, Kyungsoo climbs beside him carefully with the bowl on his hand, stirs it twice and starts feeding it to Jongin. The first one made him jump surprisingly because turned out it’s still pretty hot and Kyungsoo apologized for the burnt tongue. He blows the soup gently after that and just then did he start feeding him again.
“Is it good?”
Jongin nods.
“Do you want to watch other channels?”
Jongin shakes his head.
The feeding continues in half silence and casual humming from Jongin as a simple response. When Jongin swallowed the last spoonful of soup, Kyungsoo smiles joyfully and brings it back to the sink and immediately went back to Jongin with a glass of water. He asks him if he wants to sleep again and Jongin answers by shaking his head quietly. At one point, Kyungsoo doesn’t bother to move back under and stays together on the couch with Jongin who is always careful to keep his distance, sitting up straight, although once in a while had stolen a glance to the elder who calmly centered his attention on TV.
Little that he realizes, Kyungsoo noticed him staring for a little bit too long and he laughs (awkwardly), and asks, “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“…Sorry.”
“Wait,” Kyungsoo laughs again, this time more sincere, “why are you apologizing you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“So it’s okay to stare at you like that?”
Kyungsoo didn’t really think that the reaction would backfire and now he feels like he’s being cornered. Because he won’t answer for a long time, Jongin talks again with a smile. “Thank you, so much. I think I had troubled you, I’m sorry if I disturb your studying time.”
“No! No no no, not at all. Don’t be sorry.”
Jongin smiles so sincerely until Kyungsoo couldn’t see his eyes anymore, it had turned into a thin line and he thought it was very cute of him. Never once he could watch him this happy and sincere in front of him anymore. Kyungsoo tilts his head and puts his hand on the younger’s shoulder, stroking it gently. As fast as he could form the smile earlier, Jongin turns serious again. Certainly Kyungsoo wouldn’t fail to catch the sight of it and he clears his throat as he backs the hand away as the thought of himself had crossed the line passed his mind.
“I also want to apologize for another matter.”
Jongin’s words got him sitting up straight beside him, facing him directly. “What other matter?”
“…You know, my attitude to you the other days. I’ve been so rude.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, wait. If I think about it again, it’s not okay, I was really childish and rude.” Jongin turns his face to Kyungsoo’s, to see his clear pair of eyes looking back directly at him. “Can I tell you something?”
The elder moves slightly closer, “…Sure.”
Jongin bites his lower lips and covers his front body more with the blanket before he turns sideway so he’s facing Kyungsoo properly now. He sighs as if he knows that eventually he has to do this, Kyungsoo frowns a little bit.
“I came from an all doctor family,” the words alone are able to silence the elder, he looks perplexed. “…well, as you can see, I’m… I’m the rebelling one, the doctor thing turns out to be not my thing. But, just like in those dramas, me being the only one not choosing his path to be a doctor as well, I hurt my father’s pride in front of his friends and therefore have to deal with the consequences; I got kicked out. Wanna know what he said the day I walked out of the house?”
“What?” Kyungsoo is paying attention whilst propping his chin with one hand.
“ ‘If you’re not going to be a doctor don’t bother to come home’ and so I did. I never went home anymore.”
"From that day on I have this irrational hatred towards doctor in general. And unfortunately it got to you too, and I wanted to apologize about it, I just-"
“Just, don't. That's okay I've heard enough, I'm okay really." Kyungsoo calms him down with a smile and continues,
"So… where did you go to? When you don’t have anyone to support your college in literature?”
“Oh. I came to my uncle who had picked a bit different road to travel as well, he’s an artist, his job’s not much he paints and sells and sometimes not one even sold in one day but he made it through another day. Funny thing is I think that’s better than doing something you don’t like, I would die if I force myself to cram those medical books in the middle of the night-no offense-but seriously.”
“None taken. Yeah. I understand.” Kyungsoo nods solemnly.
He was thinking hard about how he should reach out to Jongin’s hands and comfort him with a gentle stroke but he’s worried the latter would build a wall again, shutting himself from anything touching and emotional and caring. Jongin is still nodding as well, a faint smile sighted. Kyungsoo decided whatever the hell with it and reached out anyways to Jongin’s hands. Trembling, he touches it gently and gave a slight pat. Pat pat pat.
To his surprise Jongin took his hand and wraps it with both of his. “Thank you. I felt so relieved, I’ve never told this to anyone I mean, I’m just, I’m just keeping this bottled up by myself all this time. Thanks.”
Kyungsoo could feel everything around him revolves slowly, his face burns wildly, he could feel his ears sting, he could hear his heart beating just like when he rode roller coaster, his heart wouldn’t ever beat so loudly if it’s not the roller coaster, and it’s just pounding so fast Kyungsoo finds himself difficult to breathe.
Chanyeol went home earlier than the other both and he sighs deeply when he finally sees the roof of the house slowly approaching around the corner, Baekhyun and Tao had decided they would stroll a little longer in Myeongdong but Chanyeol won’t do that because he felt like his feet could come off in any time if he didn’t come home; the tort in following two crazy shoppers. He finally arrived in front of the back door, as usual unlocked, and was just about to saunter his voice to the entire house when he spotted two people fell asleep on the couch; Jongin and Kyungsoo, wrapped in together under a maroon blanket-Jongin’s-with the younger snoring lightly. Chanyeol knew about his sickness so upon reflex he sticks the back of his hand onto his forehead, feeling his temperature. Chanyeol smiles when he knows he’s a lot better.
He just stands there for awhile, staring at them with a smile, and then chuckles to himself. A sudden jolt wakes him up and he runs so fast to the cupboard under the stairs, plucked the camera off, and took it wireless to record the both of them.
“Hey guys,” he whispers to the camera, “I took this for you both-Sehun especially you-I know how badly you want them to get along. You guys should think about buying me a meal, you finally got what you two want.” Chanyeol is now zooming in and out both of their faces.
“Jongin and Kyungsoo cam, finished.” The screen turns grey and static.
A few minutes later the arguing Sehun and Luhan made their entrance and Chanyeol had to shush them down quickly and drags them forcefully to see the view in the living room. Sehun claps happily and Luhan laughs, Chanyeol signs to the former that he had it in tape and Sehun claps even happier.
“Wait a minute. Has anyone seen Junmyeon around?” said Luhan after moments of awwness had passed.
The three of them quickly exchange stares and in that moment Sehun swears he heard his car pulls in at the garage, Luhan mouthed ‘THERE HE IS’.
They walked slowly to the window near the kitchen and spy on him quietly, Junmyeon walked out of his car in different clothes he had worn yesterday when he went away. He took out his cell phone and stops right in front of the window and the three spontaneously back away from the spot, but still managed to linger around to catch him saying, “Mhm I’ve reached home, my pumpkin must’ve reached the bed already, yes?” something about the tone of his voice made them want to puke, he was speaking it in all spoiled and flirty way.
“I’ll see you soon this weekend sweet hunny, uhmmmm buh bye.”
Sehun made a very ugly face and Luhan and Chanyeol cringe in an unpleasant way.
The back door creaks open and the trio took the cue to dash away upstairs, leaving the room deserted once again and Junmyeon to be welcomed by the sleeping lovers.
“I’m homeeee.”
Episode 5
a/n: I'm on holiday now so if there's some of you on it as well then happy holiday! get some rest you deserve it.
pairing: kaisoo, baekyeol, hunhan (i'm sorry i'm still stuck in the past)
disclaimer: i own nothing, nothing, but the plot
summary: growing close to and know each other better is a few example on developing relationship
the youngest two apparently understood the picture without doing it on purpose
and hog all their favorite person's attention on them
in case you missed it → Episode 3
Episode 4 - Love, Love, Love
The summer has kicked in and here comes the season of loose sleeveless shirts, shorts, and many other shorter and tighter version of clothing for summer because it’s hot, it keeps you sweating and fanning and you would just want to eat watermelon all day. In Sehun’s case it’s a different story because apparently he is obsessed with potato chips in various flavors-that’s the only thing he’s been chewing since spring’s almost over-several people in the house had reminded him that he would get a severe toothache if he didn’t stop it immediately, the expert in cleanness, Kim Minseok has been observing that he rarely brushes his teeth at night.
“I think it’s really gross how he doesn’t want or maybe he forgot to, I don’t know, but still, brushing teeth needs regular practice of twice a day! Morning and night, that is like the law of hygiene universe.”
“I don’t brush my teeth at night too…”
Minseok changes his expression slowly and turns around to see Baekhyun, eating a strawberry ice cream right next to him.
- A double interview, Minseok & Baekhyun
A taxi stops by at the front gate, making the two who are currently occupying the couch; Jongin and Sehun turn their heads around with a confused face.
“Who orders a taxi?”
“I do.”
Tall, dashing, and handsome Kris Wu is walking down the hallway which separated the bedrooms upstairs from the living room, pulling a big suitcase along with him, head to toe ready with high class fashion. He’s wearing a sophisticated black blazer in leather clothing with a white, thin t-shirt underneath and simple jeans, ripped in certain parts, just like the leading fashionistas had been wearing for the whole year, he’s wearing a minimum high sole black boots, shiny, shimmery, splendid.
“Are you not hot?” “I can see your nipples.” Jongin and Sehun’s comments colliding with each other and Kris cancelled all his playing cool stuff by throwing them a warning stare.
“I’m just saying, I can actually, really, see your nipples.” Sehun said, followed by several annoying sounds of potato chips being chewed.
Jongdae, Yixing, and Minseok come down a few seconds after that and Jongdae actually sneered at Kris. Like, he thinks Kris is wearing some kind of mascot costume at the moment when in fact he is not.
“I will not care about your opinions I will depart in style. Now, peasants, I’ll see you later.”
“But where are you going??” Yixing eyes him suspiciously.
“I’m going back to China for a while, I really missed my family there.”
“Well, have you told Junmyeon yet?” “Oh, just don’t forget to record yourself while you’re there, Sehun and I would really appreciate it, ok.” Jongdae speaks right away after Minseok’s question.
“I’ve tried calling him and he didn’t pick up, he hasn’t been replying my texts too. Well, I guess I’ll just go now, I’ve left next month’s house fee in his room though, that should be alright. Anyway I’m going to be back by the end of next month, it shouldn’t really be a problem.” Kris shrugs while taking out sunglasses from the blazer’s pocket.
Jongdae is trying his best not to burst out laughing.
Sehun immediately notices that the three of them are looking like they’re about to go somewhere too, didn’t miss his chance to interrogate, “What about you three? You guys seem ready too.”
Well, yes, compared to those two lousy guys who just turned 20 lying in their trousers and Jongin’s pathetic Metallica shirt which has several holes around the shoulder parts, the trio looks smashingly good, and they smell nice too. Jongin glances quickly to the clock and it’s only just 9am, he frowned deeply upon everyone’s effort to be fresh, clean, and handsome around this hour.
“We’re going to a music festival.” Yixing smiles.
“Yeah? Where you guys going, church’s choir?” Baekhyun’s annoying high pitched voice sauntered from upstairs and seconds later he showed up with Chanyeol quietly chuckling behind and a tailing Tao, busy with his phone. All three looking ready with their casual yet not too messy clothings, and of course, they have showered.
“AYY WHERE YOU ALL GOING, IS THIS SOME KIND OF CONSPIRACY?” Sehun puts down his potato chips in protest and turns his entire body sideway.
“YEAH! WHY DIDN’T WE EVEN KNOW?” Jongin joins his shenanigans.
“Listen here you little shits, at what time did you guys wake up this morning? 8.45, exactly, and by that time we’ve all finished with our shits, showering, hair gel and stuff, so we don’t think we’re leaving you out here, in fact you two are the ones who supposed to catch up. Got it? Now shut it.” Said Baekhyun while holding a glass of chocolate milk and a blueberry cupcake he just took out from the fridge which he claimed to be his ‘breakfast’.
“I kinda wanted to laugh when Baekhyun described Sehun and Jongin as ‘little shits’ his mouth is really just… (laughs) (shakes head) it is amazing to see it directly coming out upon my eyes, things from his mouth are.” - Chanyeol, the official and the one and only claimant of Byun Baekhyun’s sassiness.
Kris chuckles mockingly and proceeds to bid goodbye to everybody but not Junmyeon, whose ass is not to be seen since yesterday morning, raising suspicions from every single person in the living room at the moment, Luhan finally showed himself up with severely disheveled honey brown hair and some crease marks on his cheeks, he, unfortunately is joining the lousy club freshly established by Sehun and Jongin minutes ago.
Eventually the house is completely deserted, and with the disappearance of the ruckus caused by major voices from grown up men earlier, did Sehun just realize that his friend kept sneezing. Jongin sneezed again for the tenth times since the three who are on their way to the music festival went out through the back door.
“Jongin are you okay?” is what Sehun was about to ask but got preceded by a concern Luhan turning his head around from inside the fridge.
The elder cancelled his thoughts on whatever that is he’s about to grab for breakfast from the fridge and approaches Jongin, hand stroking his hair lightly, moves down to the back of Jongin’s neck and massages him gently there. Sehun is watching with frowning brows.
“Are you okay? Do you need aspirin or something?”
“Hyung aspirin is for headache.”
“Oh- yeah. Yeahhh. Yeah! Yeah I know that.”
Sehun side eyed him.
But then, somehow he’s experiencing a sudden, unbelievable pain far back inside his mouth. It’s the gum-no, not really-okay it’s getting even painful than before he noticed it, oh wait it’s not the gum, it’s the molar, and it’s sauntering an excruciating pain slowly step by step until Sehun cringes amazingly and crouches himself on the couch, as if it could make the pain go away.
“Hey hey hey what’s going on with you too-what the hell-I’m not going to babysit you guys!-oh wait-Kyungsoo is upstairs!!! I totally forgot!!” he runs away happily from the two miserable children-one kept sneezing and snorting, one is cupping the left side of his cheeks like it’s made of iron-like he had just found out that the only living creature in this world is only him and Kyungsoo.
“Kyungsoo yaaaaa”
“I just finished my review upon intestines and digestion system and it feels so heavy on the head so I came out from the room, only to be sighting a wild Luhan in action; he was circling his hands in the air, doing a failed pirouette, and flaunts his arms around like a sick chicken (imitates Luhan with a flat expression). I just-I just, I just don’t, sometimes, I just (sighs) I don’t understand anyone, anyone, in this house.” - Kyungsoo, had a ruined morning.
“What Lu ge what do you want.” Kyungsoo comes out from his room, despite not coming out up until now, he had showered and is in his best condition already, unlike the three of them.
Luhan is slightly confused upon his appearance, some thoughts like ‘at what time he woke up today’ ‘did he even sleep’ ‘I didn’t see him at all yesterday’ just randomly voiced inside his head. He chuckles and scratches the back of his head, worried about Kyungsoo’s upcoming reaction if he tells him there are two people who seemingly going to be sick in the house at the moment, and that 60% population is away.
Kyungsoo stares at him boringly and proceeds to step back, ready to get back to his own room until Luhan panics and holds the door. “No no please, I… I uhhh, I don’t know how to break this down to you, but, uhh… Sehun-” Kyungsoo is still staring boringly, “-and Jongin.”
“What happened?”
“Oooooooh look at him at the mention of Jongin’s name. He was all deadpanning at me up until I mention Sehun, and then when I continue with Jongin’s name, Kyungsoo just sort of like… coming alive… anyway yes, Jongdae, your roommate is having a severe toothache because he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop eating that goddamned potato chips since the end of spring, I told you already, I’ve told him too, nobody wants to listen to me now look what you got.” - Luhan.
“They got sick, and currently we are the only ones in the house.”
“What about the housekeeper?”
“Don’t you remember? Junmyeon fired her already because she kept taking day offs, plus her Korean didn’t improve anymore.”
“Oh.”
“Come on now! Jongin won’t stop sneezing! I figure, since you’re in medical major, you know?”
“Yeah yeah yeah, ok we gotta hurry.”
It’s almost noon and still no sign of Junmyeon or his car’s smooth engine sound making its way into the garage. Kyungsoo took care of Jongin already, the latter is in his own room lying down, now having a slight fever but thankfully had stopped sneezing (“Can you stop sneezing you’re spreading the virus.” Said Sehun earlier; still capable of being a jerk despite painful toothache). Kyungsoo is downstairs, making a cup of hot tea for Jongin, while Luhan is walking back and forth in the living room, waiting for Sehun to finish changing his clothes-they’re going to the dentist. Kyungsoo said it’s not in his field and that to be a dentist the students have to run down another specific test regarding teeth and whatever it is inside our mouth.
“Hyung can’t we take taxi?” Sehun’s voice sounds far at the back because he’s walking so slowly whilst cringing and hissing at the pain the molar had caused.
“The clinic’s not far from here besides do you see any taxi passing by?”
“No.”
“Then be quiet and just follow me to the dentist, okay? Sheesh.”
“It’s really painful.” Sehun pretends a cry.
“Yeah I know I’ve been there.”
Except Luhan didn’t hear his steps getting closer anymore and being originally worried about the younger he is, he turns around and finds Sehun crouching beside the nearest electricity pylon. Luhan sighs annoyingly and approaches him, intending to scold him like earlier until he sees actual tears streaming down his face. It is indeed extremely painful. Luhan softens upon it and follows Sehun’s position to find his eyes hidden somewhere beneath his bended head and messy, slightly oily, brown hair.
“You know I’ve tried to remind you. It’s like… Jongdae trying to remind you about the phone but this time you actually got the consequence. Sehun, you’ve been chewing that thing every day. You hear me? Every day.” Luhan stops for a laugh, “and you didn’t even listen to Minseok who also told you every day to brush your teeth before you went to sleep. I’m sorry to say this but again this is your fault.”
Sehun looks up, annoyed, and hissed one more time before he hits Luhan on the shoulder and gets up on his own. His legs taking wide steps forward leaving a teasing Luhan behind, Sehun knows that the elder is telling the one and only truth that the biggest fault came from himself. He doesn’t like to admit his wrongdoings and therefore openly avoids it.
“I am right, right? You’re just mad because you know you’re wrong and I’m right-the rest was right-right?” Luhan still teases him whilst catching up in slow jogs.
Sehun answers with some weird noises and pretends he didn’t hear anything.
The small hallway of the dentist clinic that both had visited is currently empty of people, a few patients could be sighted at the corners of the place and none are as serious as Sehun, one middle aged lady is paying a visit to do a regular check up on her teeth. So far, the only one who needs a major help in here is Sehun, who’s currently inside the practice room.
Jongdae Kim 01:43pm (received)
whaddup
Luhan 01:44pm (sent)
why couldn’t you answer me a little bit faster?
Anw, sehun’s with me at the dentist,
the toothache finally happened.
Jongdae Kim 01:50pm (received)
lmao about time.
Luhan 01:51pm (sent)
don’t be so mean.
Jongdae Kim 01:51pm (received)
wait u said ure at the dentist ryt?
so hes in there rn w/ those scary tools the doctor
put inside ur mouth, anesthetic, and all that shit?
Luhan 01:53pm (sent)
yes.
Jongdae Kim 01:56pm (received)
lmaooo i suggest u call somebody else to accompany
bcs when sehun meets anesthetic things
will get pretty weird
Luhan 01:56pm (sent)
define weird?
The reply that Luhan’s been waiting for the next 5 minutes didn’t come anymore so he just gave up and put his phone back into his pants pocket, curious to death about what would ever happen when Sehun meets anesthetic. He soon finds out as the nurse opens the practice room’s door and signals for him to come after she asked “You’re the guardian, right?”
“What happened?”
“Your friend here won’t stop touching the tools, he’s finished already so, if you may-” the nurse doesn’t look really pleased upon anything Sehun had done inside and Luhan, mouth opened, expression confused, steps inside.
He spotted the younger still sitting on the dental chair, white cotton stuffed inside his mouth far back at the right, the doctor is in the toilet across the room, probably not able to take it anymore because right now Sehun is chuckling crazily whilst turning the drill on and off.
“No, no, no Sehun put that down.” Luhan quickly reaches for the drill, careful to turn it off first so it won’t be dangerous. Sehun had quickly moved on to another tool and Luhan patiently catches it again and puts it back down.
“Come on now, come, we have to go home.”
“Hyung look I have a cotton candy inside my mouth.”
“No Sehun that’s not a candy and you can’t eat it, okay?”
“Hyung I’m seeing birds.”
Luhan sighs and gently puts Sehun’s other hand around his shoulders, assisting his way out from the practice room. He can’t think of happy thoughts because when they’re out from the room, they still have to stand for a couple more minutes in front of the administration desk, with a high Sehun walking in circle, giggling flirtatiously, and points his finger at almost everything.
As they finished with the payment, there’s still elevator and Luhan is worried about everything because Sehun still hasn’t come off from the anesthetic’s effect.
“Hyung does it mean your fart could smell like perfume when you drink one?”
Luhan just watches his reflection in the mirrors inside the elevator carefully as they get down to the first floor.
He wasn’t as surprise as he first found out about Sehun’s situation earlier when the younger is doing a headstand when they finally reach the first floor (“Cut it out Sehun please don’t embarrass me!”)
“I heard from Jongdae that Luhan texted him about Sehun’s toothache and I was like (smirks) I told him so! He didn’t want to listen, ever! I told him to brush his teeth at night frequently because his severe obsession towards potato chips won’t stop, okay so he wouldn’t want to stop eating that thing, at least he has to take precaution on his teeth! Toothache isn’t something you’re happy about, if anything, it’s really painful.” - Minseok, a short lecture on ‘toothache’.
“He kept asking me ‘hyung why is the sky blue? Why it isn’t purple, chocolate, or green?’ (Laughs). I answered well if it isn’t blue it’s not a sky, if it’s chocolate you’re going to fly there and eat it up, if it’s purple it means the sky is sick, and if it is green it’s grass, not the sky. I was just following his situation (laughs even more). And then he just turned to me and chuckled like crazy. (Blinks).” - Luhan.
“Do you have any idea about what you did after you visited the dentist?”
“No.”
“Absolutely no idea?”
“(Stares any where whilst thinking back) yep.”
“See, this is what the anesthetic made him to be, I remember when I agreed to go with him to the dentist for the first time-believe it or not he’s still scared to go there alone even in this age of his-and he couldn’t remember even a slightest bit.”
“(Weird chuckles followed).”
- Jongdae & Sehun.
2 and half hours earlier, at home
White steams coming out from a hot pot on the stove in the kitchen while Do Kyungsoo kept changing the TV channels for about five minutes already, he’s sitting on the carpet right under the couch where Jongin is lying at the moment, back facing him. The latter couldn’t stop sneezing up until Sehun and Luhan left for the dentist appointment so Kyungsoo gave him a medicine he got from one of his lectures last week, and thankfully it slipped away. Alas after the sneeze disappeared, he could feel a fever creeping its way up to the younger’s body, thus causing a pot full of hot soup on its way boiling up right now.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to make you tea too? Or a glass of hot milk maybe?”
“…No. That’s okay,” answered Jongin between his sad little mumbling voice, drowning in sickness, “thanks.”
“No problem.”
Several minutes later Kyungsoo could hear the pot lid knocking itself onto the surface of the pot, sign that the soup is perfectly boiled. He quickly turns off the stove before picking up the sweating lid, welcoming the soaring warm fog onto his face, his glasses blurred with dew. When he comes over to the couch, Jongin sits up straight under the maroon blanket bundling his entire body, his hair disheveled and face slightly pale, looking like he had just awoken from a deep sleep all the time.
“Here you go.” The elder placed the bowl in front of him on the desk.
Jongin stares at it and stares down at himself.
Kyungsoo laughs, “Okay. You stay put, I’ll feed you.”
Something made Jongin’s face blushes and Kyungsoo’s naïve mind believes it’s because of the fever he’s having.
Jongin nods innocently and fixes his sitting position to a more comfortable one, Kyungsoo climbs beside him carefully with the bowl on his hand, stirs it twice and starts feeding it to Jongin. The first one made him jump surprisingly because turned out it’s still pretty hot and Kyungsoo apologized for the burnt tongue. He blows the soup gently after that and just then did he start feeding him again.
“Is it good?”
Jongin nods.
“Do you want to watch other channels?”
Jongin shakes his head.
The feeding continues in half silence and casual humming from Jongin as a simple response. When Jongin swallowed the last spoonful of soup, Kyungsoo smiles joyfully and brings it back to the sink and immediately went back to Jongin with a glass of water. He asks him if he wants to sleep again and Jongin answers by shaking his head quietly. At one point, Kyungsoo doesn’t bother to move back under and stays together on the couch with Jongin who is always careful to keep his distance, sitting up straight, although once in a while had stolen a glance to the elder who calmly centered his attention on TV.
Little that he realizes, Kyungsoo noticed him staring for a little bit too long and he laughs (awkwardly), and asks, “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“…Sorry.”
“Wait,” Kyungsoo laughs again, this time more sincere, “why are you apologizing you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“So it’s okay to stare at you like that?”
Kyungsoo didn’t really think that the reaction would backfire and now he feels like he’s being cornered. Because he won’t answer for a long time, Jongin talks again with a smile. “Thank you, so much. I think I had troubled you, I’m sorry if I disturb your studying time.”
“No! No no no, not at all. Don’t be sorry.”
Jongin smiles so sincerely until Kyungsoo couldn’t see his eyes anymore, it had turned into a thin line and he thought it was very cute of him. Never once he could watch him this happy and sincere in front of him anymore. Kyungsoo tilts his head and puts his hand on the younger’s shoulder, stroking it gently. As fast as he could form the smile earlier, Jongin turns serious again. Certainly Kyungsoo wouldn’t fail to catch the sight of it and he clears his throat as he backs the hand away as the thought of himself had crossed the line passed his mind.
“I also want to apologize for another matter.”
Jongin’s words got him sitting up straight beside him, facing him directly. “What other matter?”
“…You know, my attitude to you the other days. I’ve been so rude.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, wait. If I think about it again, it’s not okay, I was really childish and rude.” Jongin turns his face to Kyungsoo’s, to see his clear pair of eyes looking back directly at him. “Can I tell you something?”
The elder moves slightly closer, “…Sure.”
Jongin bites his lower lips and covers his front body more with the blanket before he turns sideway so he’s facing Kyungsoo properly now. He sighs as if he knows that eventually he has to do this, Kyungsoo frowns a little bit.
“I came from an all doctor family,” the words alone are able to silence the elder, he looks perplexed. “…well, as you can see, I’m… I’m the rebelling one, the doctor thing turns out to be not my thing. But, just like in those dramas, me being the only one not choosing his path to be a doctor as well, I hurt my father’s pride in front of his friends and therefore have to deal with the consequences; I got kicked out. Wanna know what he said the day I walked out of the house?”
“What?” Kyungsoo is paying attention whilst propping his chin with one hand.
“ ‘If you’re not going to be a doctor don’t bother to come home’ and so I did. I never went home anymore.”
"From that day on I have this irrational hatred towards doctor in general. And unfortunately it got to you too, and I wanted to apologize about it, I just-"
“Just, don't. That's okay I've heard enough, I'm okay really." Kyungsoo calms him down with a smile and continues,
"So… where did you go to? When you don’t have anyone to support your college in literature?”
“Oh. I came to my uncle who had picked a bit different road to travel as well, he’s an artist, his job’s not much he paints and sells and sometimes not one even sold in one day but he made it through another day. Funny thing is I think that’s better than doing something you don’t like, I would die if I force myself to cram those medical books in the middle of the night-no offense-but seriously.”
“None taken. Yeah. I understand.” Kyungsoo nods solemnly.
He was thinking hard about how he should reach out to Jongin’s hands and comfort him with a gentle stroke but he’s worried the latter would build a wall again, shutting himself from anything touching and emotional and caring. Jongin is still nodding as well, a faint smile sighted. Kyungsoo decided whatever the hell with it and reached out anyways to Jongin’s hands. Trembling, he touches it gently and gave a slight pat. Pat pat pat.
To his surprise Jongin took his hand and wraps it with both of his. “Thank you. I felt so relieved, I’ve never told this to anyone I mean, I’m just, I’m just keeping this bottled up by myself all this time. Thanks.”
Kyungsoo could feel everything around him revolves slowly, his face burns wildly, he could feel his ears sting, he could hear his heart beating just like when he rode roller coaster, his heart wouldn’t ever beat so loudly if it’s not the roller coaster, and it’s just pounding so fast Kyungsoo finds himself difficult to breathe.
Chanyeol went home earlier than the other both and he sighs deeply when he finally sees the roof of the house slowly approaching around the corner, Baekhyun and Tao had decided they would stroll a little longer in Myeongdong but Chanyeol won’t do that because he felt like his feet could come off in any time if he didn’t come home; the tort in following two crazy shoppers. He finally arrived in front of the back door, as usual unlocked, and was just about to saunter his voice to the entire house when he spotted two people fell asleep on the couch; Jongin and Kyungsoo, wrapped in together under a maroon blanket-Jongin’s-with the younger snoring lightly. Chanyeol knew about his sickness so upon reflex he sticks the back of his hand onto his forehead, feeling his temperature. Chanyeol smiles when he knows he’s a lot better.
He just stands there for awhile, staring at them with a smile, and then chuckles to himself. A sudden jolt wakes him up and he runs so fast to the cupboard under the stairs, plucked the camera off, and took it wireless to record the both of them.
“Hey guys,” he whispers to the camera, “I took this for you both-Sehun especially you-I know how badly you want them to get along. You guys should think about buying me a meal, you finally got what you two want.” Chanyeol is now zooming in and out both of their faces.
“Jongin and Kyungsoo cam, finished.” The screen turns grey and static.
A few minutes later the arguing Sehun and Luhan made their entrance and Chanyeol had to shush them down quickly and drags them forcefully to see the view in the living room. Sehun claps happily and Luhan laughs, Chanyeol signs to the former that he had it in tape and Sehun claps even happier.
“Wait a minute. Has anyone seen Junmyeon around?” said Luhan after moments of awwness had passed.
The three of them quickly exchange stares and in that moment Sehun swears he heard his car pulls in at the garage, Luhan mouthed ‘THERE HE IS’.
They walked slowly to the window near the kitchen and spy on him quietly, Junmyeon walked out of his car in different clothes he had worn yesterday when he went away. He took out his cell phone and stops right in front of the window and the three spontaneously back away from the spot, but still managed to linger around to catch him saying, “Mhm I’ve reached home, my pumpkin must’ve reached the bed already, yes?” something about the tone of his voice made them want to puke, he was speaking it in all spoiled and flirty way.
“I’ll see you soon this weekend sweet hunny, uhmmmm buh bye.”
Sehun made a very ugly face and Luhan and Chanyeol cringe in an unpleasant way.
The back door creaks open and the trio took the cue to dash away upstairs, leaving the room deserted once again and Junmyeon to be welcomed by the sleeping lovers.
“I’m homeeee.”
Episode 5
a/n: I'm on holiday now so if there's some of you on it as well then happy holiday! get some rest you deserve it.