Entry #36 : Bravely going forward!
Entry #36 : Bravely going forward!
Featuring : Ryewook, KyuHyun, Yeh Sung, Taemin + Key SHINee, Kibum, Sungmin
Beta-ed/QC-ed : virginangelic
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POOF!
And Zhou Mi and I are back in our good ol’ dorm in Seoul, Korea at the moment.
But guess who beat us to it?
“Waaaaaaaaaah…Meimei! You’re here!”
Oh dear.
“Heebum!”
“Meow!”
“Ah…Ah…ACCCCCCCCCH-CCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!”
Aw, crap.
“Mei-ACHHHOOOO!-*SNIFF*-meeeeeeeeei!”
“Meeeoooooooowww…”
“Zhou Mi!”
“What?”
“What are you doing?! Put Heebum down!”
“But I miss Meimei! And Meimei misses me…He’s welcoming us home-CHOOOOOOO!”
“And it’s Heebum, Zhou ah. Don’t confuse it! Now put the cat down.”
“SO CUTE! Meimei is Heebum’s Chinese name, Hennie ah. AH-CCCCCHOOO!”
“Who are you to call it Meimei? It’s not your cat, you know. For God’s sake, Zhou Mi-”
“ICCHHOOOO! But it responds to Meimei as much as it does to Heebum, doesn’t it? *SNORT*"
“Stop playing with it! Did you forget you are allergic to cats?!!!”
“ACHHHOOOO! ACHOOOO!”
“How did he get in here anyway? We only just arrived home like…2 seconds ago.”
“Hello? It’s a -AAAAACHHHOOOOO!!- cat! *SNIFF SNIFF* Maybe Meimei came through the bathroom window or something. It’s never…ne…ver…AHCHOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Funny. I can’t remember HanJayHeeBum being such a smashing gymnast.
Maybe a Garfield, but definitely not the kind to be able to balance on window sills and stuff - because it’s huge, you see. Heechul probably feeds it a lamb a day or something…
“I’m sending the cat back to Heechul hyung’s dorm before he thinks Heebum’s jumped off the windows again. Come here, Heebum-sshi. Why are you always here anyway?”
“Meeeeow!! Meooow!! MEOW!”
“Ow! It scratched me!”
“Meimei likes me a lot - and doesn’t seem to like you much anymore Hennie ah. *SNORT* Why is that? Because Hennie is a mean, mean, mean person isn’t he Meimei? Very bad, very naughty! Very big meanie!”
“Meow!”
“Wei. Since when am I mean to you, Heebum-sshi? And ZHOU MI! DON’T TOUCH IT AGAIN-“
“ACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHOOOO!”
“Time to go home, Heebum-sshi!”
“MEOW!”
“OW!!”
“ACHHHHHHOOOO!”
“HanJayHeeBum...GO HOME!!!!!!!"
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Of course I skipped straight to Ahjummanie’s after I dumped everything inside my room - and sent the crazed cat back from where it came from.
My Lee Sungmin emailed me the other day saying that my favourite shop in the whole wide world has already started stocking in Honey Stars - and I was going to get just that, alongside something for the goddamn cuts on my hands right then.
“Ahjumma, I’m here!”
My celebrated convenience store idol was sporting pretty dark brown curls when I came around, but her warm smile turned into a small ‘o’ at the my doing a double wave as I stepped through the doors.
“Omo!” She gasped, gawking as I held my hands up higher. “Seungri ah…Did a tiger attack you?”
I ever told you that she’s got this mild hearing problem before…and well, it never really improved regardless of whichever type of hearing aid she wears, so I’ve always been ‘Seungri’ to her.
And a tiger in the middle of Seoul, like, okay. Took a lift to my dorm too, I bet!
Well, at least she made it sound genuinely funny. “No. A cat did!”
“Wait. A cat did this to you?”
“A very big cat, ahjumma…Heebum-sshi!”
“Oh. Wow! Were you strangling it or what? Look at those cuts!”
“I was trying to get rid of it because of Zhou Mi’s allergy, and it turned crazy and started scratching me.”
“You put some yellow thing on the deep cuts over here and…what’s that smell?”
“It’s the ointment. Kibum hyung gave it to me and it’s rather burning my skin right now - it’s itchy too!”
“Well, get rid of it. It smells weird. Here, you can put on this one instead - it’s milder and more soothing.”
She produced a small, green bottle from below her counter and pushed it to me. I took it and brought the bottle closer to my eyes - but that didn’t really help much with my being able to read it because it was in some language that I freakin’ didn’t know.
“And then you can put this over the wounds!”
You get someone as cool as this lady right here, and I can bet you shi-freakin’-yuan¬ she wouldn’t to Hell sell me the usual type of Hansaplast, like, ever.
Instead, she gave me a whole box full of funky, bright and dandy Doreaemon-printed plasters.
“I’d like the…uh…normal ones?” I gave her an amused look as I pulled a strip out to blink at the design.
“No, no. This suits you better,” she said, grinning from ear to ear now. “It’s very popular with the children!”
“Children!?” I choked at her choice of words. “No thanks. Just the normal ones will do. It’s just cuts anyway.”
“…Plus you’re an idol, Seungri ah. You should look fashionable and trendy - even when you’re in pain!”
I know, right. Either she was pretending to not hear me, or she was just pretending to not hear me.
I mean, you can really tell when someone’s really failing in the ears - and when someone really believes that you should have cartoon characters wrapped around a nasty cut just because it’s a popular kiddie trend.
Come October, I’m going to be freakin’ nineteen-years-old - and if I’m going to be very legal and superbly horny and start downing soju like it is goddamn Evian soon, then it’s like getting a nun in a pub.
Or worse, a Taemin in a pub.
Oh…the horror!!!
So you wouldn’t want to think of me as a child from now on - or it will really fry your brains into smithereens.
*Leeteuk laugh*
Anyway, Ahjumma wasn’t feeling my strings right then. She can really kill me sometimes, I swear.
“But I don’t really like Doraemon. Just give me the normal ones, ahjumma!”
“Okay, okay. There’s Astro Boy and Power Rangers and Transformers…Do you like Winx Club then?”
AIYA! Like, what in the bloody blue hell is Winx Club anyway man?
Some bird-watching community for girls or something?
I frowned at the stupid band aid in front of me and then back at her.
“I don’t sell normal Hansaplast. You cannot blame me for that, Seungri ah. So don’t be choosey!”
I snorted, pointing at the standard white and blue box of plasters perched in the glass shelf behind her.
“What’s that over there then?”
And she conveniently dismissed it with a flat, “Oh. Those are not for sale! Display only.”
What the…Seriously, this woman!
“Hey, hey, hey…I kind of like Winx Club!”
Ajumma’s eyes floated past my shoulders to give her bright welcome to the customer who just walked in.
“Ah…Isn’t that what everyone expected from you, Jong Oon ah?”
And the theme song goes something like: Will the real dork god please stand up?
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If you happen to come by Ahjumma’s store, it really looks small from the outside - but it really is a god-forsaken labyrinth when you step inside.
Trust me, I’ve gotten lost in there before and the funniest bit was that I could still see the counter - with Ahjumma in it and all - and the exit doors from wherever I was standing at, but I just couldn’t goddamn navigate myself out of the frozen food area.
“I need hair wax.”
So it was “Journey to the Centre of Ahjummanie’s” - you can say Yeh Sung and I were doing just that.
We found the grooming section (right next to dried foods, by the way. Hardly proper organization really but what the Hell) - and that was when I noticed that Yeh Sung had been smiling all this while.
“Someone’s in a good mood today!” I prompted at the sight of his smile stretching wider at the Gatsby in his hand, as if he was admiring goddamn treasure or something.
“Since when am I not in a good mood?” Yeh Sung laughed merrily, before putting that back and picking out the one next to it - which was the exact same type of the one he just returned.
I know, right.
If you really knew what he’s like when he’s shopping, you’d tell him you’re just too eternally busy with Life’s demands to accompany him, even before he asks. I mean, that’s what Kangin would say - and that’s just synonymous with not wanting to go shopping with Yeh Sung even if you point a gun to his head.
And right then, I had no choice. I’d already journeyed into the heart of Ahjummanie’s store and that meant I was going to be stuck with the dork god for a while.
Knock, knock Henry…
Oh dear, dear, dear.
“Hyung?”
“Yes?”
“That’s the third time you’re picking up the same brand of wax. How about you take a look at that one?”
“Really now? Ah…silly me. I think I’m going to be really late if I continue to be like this, won’t I?”
And with that, he happily placed it back on the shelf - only to take the same goddamn thing again.
AIYA, this guy!
“Late?” I made a decision to get the one with the purple cap and shoved it to him - nicely.
“Appointment?”
Yeh Sung shook his head only to beam at me with the kind of grin you’d see on clowns. Silly or psychotic, I couldn’t tell initially - all I knew that he was just freakin’ excited about something.
“Well!” He poked a finger into his own cheek in mock thinking, before singing out, “More like a…date?”
“Date!” My eyebrows jerked high up my forehead. “You’re allowed to date?”
“Well, officially no of course not!” He went, flushing a little bit at my blunt confusion despite his exasperation.
“But it’s not wrong to ask someone out when you’re in the same group, isn’t it?”
And he winked at me.
I’m such a goddamn turtle sometimes, I swear. Yeh Sung had to give me the (=.=) face for me to get what the hell he was telling me right then. It is really funny as Hell now that I think about it.
“Ryeowook hyung?” I sputtered, partly out of sudden excitement registering into me. “Really?!”
Yeh Sung nodded, his ears starting to turn a little pink around the edges at my pleasant surprise.
“And it took me a good three weeks to get a stupid reservation at that restaurant too! Italian, mind you.”
Wait.
So Ryeowook’s going out with both KyuHyun and Yeh Sung?
Uhm…Okay. That’s pretty daring, I guess. I mean, he is a smashing love fighter sensei and all but…
Hey. I realized that I still don’t know what the Hell was going down with KyuHyun and Ryeowook!
So…so…so this wouldn’t be considered as something like two-timing right?
Aiya…I kry for KRY!
*Feeble Leeteuk laugh*
Yes, anyway.
Yeh Sung finally found made up his mind to buy the damn hair wax (he picked the first one, by the way. He jolly well just killed me again, Christ) and we headed out into the chilly evening with him talking about how he had been wanting to ask Ryeowook out on an official date since like, yonks ago.
And yes, I decided to screw it and get the goddamn Doraemon plasters - because Ahjumma said so.
And it became free too. So I couldn’t really complain, no? I’m pretty much a freebies junkie anyway.
“You should know what it is like,” he chuckled, elbowing me when we got into our dorm’s lift.
“But at least you’re doing well with Sungminnie, despite the long distance issue. You’re so grown up now!”
I felt like giggling, I swear I was that close to turning completely giddy. Like, teehee, thank you!
“Hyung ah, you’re telling me, who hasn’t been able to see Sungmin ever since you guys returned from Malaysia yesterday.”
“Hmmm. SJH-related issue, maybe?”
“But you’re free enough to go out on a date tonight! Sungmin just sent me a text message saying he’s in the company office right now volunteering to help some trainees out.”
Yeah, we should be making out like crazy right then - but no, he chose to goddamn work.
Like, what kind of a freakin’ excuse is that?!
And then he went on to say that he would be sleeping over at Kangin's pad - and that he wouldn't be back well until seven the next day because of Super Junior Happy activities.
Like, what kind of freakin' life is this!?
“You sound like Leeteuk when he’s rambling about Kangin being a terrible workaholic, too.”
I think he just said I was being a right girl - which is what I will not agree to, even if you freakin’ paid me.
I was about to give him a piece of my mind (I was seriously going to launch into a very, very, detailed explanation on why I’m totally seme material because yes, it still gets to me) when the light ‘ding!’ of the lift told us we’d already reached his floor.
One very fashionably decked duo consisting of one Kim Ryeowook and one Cho KyuHyun stood before us when the doors parted.
“Yeh Sungie, Henli, hello!” Ryeowook said, his smile contrasting against the permanent smirk on KyuHyun’s face.
Next thing I knew, Yeh Sung was dragging me out of the elevator with him - with me being confused wondering why he just did that all of a sudden because I clearly had no plans to hang out in the Hwaiting! dorm…
Then Yeh Sung went, “Are you two going off to…somewhere?”
“Yes! We’re going to watch the new Batman movie uptown,” Ryeowook answered, nodding.
Heeeeey…Wait just a minute here!
“Now?” Yeh Sung’s smiling eyes blinked in disbelief, knowing I read his mind just by exchanging glances.
He checked the time on his wrist. “Okay. When are you coming back then?”
“Uh…Late?” Ryeowook’s reply came out stunted when he sensed the slight hike in my dork god’s tone.
“Ryeowookie ah. You mean you won’t be back until what? Twelve? One?”
“Or possibly not at all,” KyuHyun replied with a weird smile thrown at my love fighter sensei, like they were sharing some in-house secret or joke or something, via telepathy.
He was supposed to laugh or something, but Yeh Sung’s naturally smiling features died instantly at that - and he ended up glowering at Ryeowook more than at the other.
“What’s wrong, Yeh Sungie ah?” Ryeowook was blinking now. “Do we have curfews?”
Yeh Sung swallowed a gulp in his throat, and I could tell he was only trying to be very, very, patient then.
Then, he softly muttered, “You forgot, didn’t you?”
And the audience watching this drama went: GASP! OH NO HE D’INT!
“Forgot?” Ryeowook repeated that, genuinely lost before he turned to me. “Forgot about what?”
Oh hey, don’t mind me. I think I was supposed to pretend like I didn’t know what was happening.
“I thought we’re supposed to go out tonight, Ryeowookie ah,” Yeh Sung finally came around to saying: the way he was clutching the plastic bag of hair wax in his hand was similar to strangling someone’s neck.
“We are?” Ryeowook took a second to read his invisible organizer in the goddamn air.
“Italian, remember?”
No help at all, seriously. Everyone in Super Jumper M suffers from goddamn STML nowadays.
“Italian…? Uh…Did we plan to do home shopping, hyung?”
That totally killed everything, damn right it did.
Yeh Sung’s roll of his eyes were sharp as his shoulders squared to the tightening of his jaws at Ryeowook’s memory still faltering miserably - but KyuHyun, on the other hand, managed to catch up quickly.
“Hyung,” he stepped in again, glancing at the two of them. “If you already have plans I won’t-”
“No, no,” Yeh Sung interrupted, shaking his head at the youngest among them three.
Then he went, “I’m sorry. I think I must have mixed up something here. No, we don’t have plans.”
And the audience roared: YAH, YEH SUNG AH!
STAY AND FIGHT THIS WAR, DAMMIT!
To which Ryeowook frowned, “We don’t? Yeh Sungie ah…you’re confusing me!”
The audience, their palms were slapping their foreheads. I was palming my face at him, Christ.
“I just remembered that we,” Yeh Sung said, before pointing at me. “We’re going out, aren’t we Henli?”
Wei…What the Hell, me?
Yeh Sung disregarded the fact that he just freakin’ jackrabbited me and continued to press, “Aren’t we?”
I was silently arguing with but I want to stay at home and eat Honey Stars until Sungminnie comes back!!
AIYA!
“Uhm…yeah,” I said, nodding at Ryeowook, debuting into their drama as the (defeated) cameo appearance.
SCENE ONE - TAKE ONE - aaaaaaaaaaaaand…ACTION!
“We’re going for……uh…Japanese tonight, right Yeh Sung hyung?”
“Yes. Okonomiyaki!”
And like what the Hell’s okonomiyaki? I fail horribly with names of food. I only eat them, Christ.
“Yummy yummy!”
And I freakin’ rubbed my tummy.
What? I’m not exactly George Clooney here, okay. Give me credit for trying!
And of course I jolly well knew KyuHyun didn’t buy that - with me being a really lousy actor and all - but we didn’t really wait for any other response from Ryeowook the Dory because Yeh Sung was already heading for his dorm before I knew it.
“Hyung?” I walked into the apartment to find him on his cell phone - with the nastiest scowl on his lips.
“Cancel it,” Yeh Sung said into it, almost in a demanding bark that actually intimidated me a little.
I felt like stopping him since he took a bloody three weeks to get a stupid table there and all - but it was rather too late now that he already beat me to that single phone call.
“I’ll pay for the reservation fees via online. Just cancel the rest, please. Thank you very much.”
He hung up abruptly, and almost threw the damn phone out of the window if I hadn’t prompted him again.
For the first time in the history of my knowing him, Kim Jong Oon was really, genuinely freakin’ pissed off.
And if you’d known him that well, you really don’t want a jolly person like him to be mad at all, really.
“Hyung…Are you alright?”
And I had to go ahead with the stupid question, like, what the feck‘s wrong with me?
AIYA!
“Yes, as a matter of fact I’m feeling extremely festive at the moment!” Yeh Sung fired a sarcastic snap at me.
“Sorry,” I apologised quickly. “I uh…If you want to…uh…talk or anything. I’m here, I’ll understand.”
Yeh Sung didn’t say anything. He just turned his back on me, facing the open windows of the balcony, deathly silent and still for a good few seconds as he looked out the bright lights of the city.
I should leave.
And I was already so close to the door when Yeh Sung went, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home?” The dark of his face hit me like a punch into the stomach. “You need space to cool down so…”
“Cool down?”
And he suddenly burst laughing. Not that hearty laugh, though - but that Joker kind of laugh.
Silly or psychotic, I couldn’t to Hell tell - all I knew that it damn well freaked me out for a second there.
“I can’t cool down when I’m angry and hungry, Henli ah,” he huffed, finding my opinion ridiculous.
Then he grabbed me by my shirt’s sleeve and jerked me along with him, heading back to the door.
“Leave your stuff here and come on!”
Come on?
“We’re going to get some okonomiyaki right now, Henli ah…”
But my honey and Honey Stars-
“…You and I are going to eat - and be merry, damn it!”
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When you have two Kim Kibums sitting in the same table, you can definitely expect them to come up with an impromptu game of Win, Lose or Draw - while waiting for the okonomiyaki to be cooked.
“Ah…Lobster!”
“No!”
“Hey, you’re not supposed to talk in this game.”
“Is it a bolster?”
Lee Taemin, he just came back from his night tuition class - and it was just a funny coincidence that Yeh Sung and I found him and Key having their dinner at the same Japanese eating house we walked into.
So that explained the existence of the small whiteboard and markers for the game.
Anyway, guess who else was there too?
Super Junior’s Kim Kibum, he wasn’t Star Crafting that night - so he decided to join us.
Well, actually, the dork god kind of kicked his door open and just started running the guy down about getting a social life for once - and Kibum didn’t think that arguing with a very riled up Yeh Sung was going to make anything any better.
This proved to be a very smart move - because Yeh Sung was actually threatening to unplug the goddamn CPU for a second there, and that could just be total terrorism for Kibum’s part.
“I know he’s really hungry and all that,” Kibum muttered when we stood to wait for a cab at the gates.
“But what the hell crawled up his ass and died?”
“No idea. He jumped me too,” I decided to shrug, watching Yeh Sung attempt to hail a cab.
Goddamn Adolph Hitler, he really looked like one.
Kibum shook his head. “He’s actually scaring the taxi drivers. No one’s going to take us…”
“I know. Oh look! One’s stopping.”
“Good. Hurry, before he starts attacking the bonnet or something.”
So the theme song for the night for Kim Yeh Sung goes something like this:
The more we get together, together, together…
The more we get together, the less angry Yeh Sung will be.
Next to me, Taemin was punching the damn marker into the whiteboard in his apparent frustration at how team mate Key was failing so much in trying to guess just what the Hell he just squiggled.
Key tilted his head for the bajillionth time. He damned near twisted his neck for it, I bet.
“Uh…Bagel?”
Taemin’s famous hair bounced off his head as he angrily shook it, telling his team mate he was wrong.
And the marker on the whiteboard goes PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCH!
Boy, I thought I was the worst at drawing. I guess Taemin’s sitting pretty on that throne now.
And Kibum snapped his fingers, going, “Time’s up! So if our team gets this right, you guys are making the next batch of this!”
It’s not really often you see Kibum being this animated. He was almost like a Donghae, I swear.
“And if you don’t?” Key asked, naturally not letting his sunbaes get hold of the rules easily.
The older Kibum went, “Then we make the next batch! Fair enough, isn’t it?”
Awwww. Welcome to the Super Junior and SHINee’s cute little family game!
Yeh Sung, he was enjoying himself too, his temper gradually sedated by good food, ice lemon tea (zero alcohol tolerance, remember?) - And mainly because the more we get together the happier Yeh Sung will be.
*Leeteuk laugh*
He made the first wild guess at Taemin’s…whatever it was supposed to be and said, “Err…Hot dog?”
“Wrong!” Taemin turned to the crunch of my eyebrows. “Henry hyung?”
“Ah…” What the Hell anyway. The drawing was goddamn hopeless. “Twisted cinnamon roll?”
Taemin blinked at me, dropping the marker as he lowered the whiteboard in his shock at my guess.
“What?” I went, bursting into chuckles at his reaction. “That was that?!”
“How did you do that?” Taemin and Key squeaked in unison - before joining Yeh Sung and Kibum gawking at the drawing on the board, probably looking for anything that showed it was what I just said.
I shrugged. It was pretty much the wildest guess in Hell, Christ.
But yeah, thanks to me we got to help watch the losing team cook the next serving of okonomiyaki (yes, I know what it is now)!
Pretty soon, the madness kind of died down little by little - the game kind of ended with Yeh Sung trying to draw Spongebob Squarepants but everyone thought it was lasagne with eyes, and because the marker actually ran out of ink - so we started talking, well, general things.
“I bet Jonghyun has the biggest crush on the noona in your show,” Kibum was saying, being somewhat wordy as Hell that night, which was cool since Yeh Sung wasn’t much of one.
“You’re right, hyung,” Taemin agreed quickly. “He really, really, really likes her a lot. It’s getting annoying that he talks about her, like, all the time at home.”
Key chimed in, rolling his eyes at the thought. “And at work.”
“And before, during and after practice.”
“When he’s sleeping too! Oh my God, so annoying!”
“So you both don’t like her much?” Yeh Sung asked, laughing at the two as he reached for his drink.
“Well,” Key said, tilting his head here and there to find the right words to say before giving up.
“She’s okay and I’m getting paid to go on a date with her anyway so I’m alright with anything!”
We laughed at the blunt reply, before turning our attention to the epitome of adorable creatures.
“What about you Taeminnie?”
And he deadpanned, “She reminds me of my Math tuition teacher - which reminds me of my mother, which is not really the best feeling in the world sometimes.”
Like, WHOSE SON IS THIS?!
Then he added, “I’d rather go out with Henry hyung. He’s really, really nice and loads of fun too!”
See? He’s smart and terribly cute, too!
AIGOOOOOOO…YOUR MOTHER MUST BE VERY PROUD TO HAVE A SON LIKE YOU, TAEMINNIE AH!
“We saw your summer date show,” Key said, looking at Kibum after swallowing his food.
“Having the entire crew filming everything, it’s rather uncomfortable! How do you, like, concentrate in winning someone’s heart over like that?”
“Well that’s because our Kibum is a very good actor, children,” Yeh Sung chimed before Kibum could answer.
“The only time he can’t make it is when he’s being himself - he’s a really boring person when he’s Kim Kibum. Oh, no personal attack on you, Key.”
“None taken!”
“Yah!” Kibum contested, shoving him playfully. “At least I’ve lots of interesting roles to play, alright!”
“So which do you prefer to do, hyung?” Taemin asked, chewing on his food slowly. “Acting or singing?”
“I like to do both! But I’ve always liked acting since I was a kid. I can’t really sing, if you don’t notice it yet.”
Yeh Sung gave him a funny look, as if he would never expect such things to come out from Kibum right then.
“Who says you can’t sing?” He snorted. “If it’s Shindongie…you’re supposed to ignore him, right?”
“Not him - it’s because I say so!”
Key was appalled by the statement. “But I think you can sing, hyung ah. And you’re very good with rapping!”
“And dancing!”
“Yeah, I know. But sometimes I think I just want to be a full-time actor, that’s all. Concentrate on one field and that’s it - and star in blockbusters too!”
“Full time actor?” Yeh Sung sputtered, before looking at what the Hell Kibum was drinking right then.
For some reason, the entire table became silent for a second at that.
Kibum realized he wasn’t really tickling anyone’s funny bones right then (like, we do not need a Kibum condition now, do we?), so he brought back the atmosphere by laughing the great Kim Kibum soundless laugh - all blinding white teeth and no sound, really.
And he grinned, “Never mind!”
“I think you need alcohol,” Yeh Sung deadpanned, waving for the waiter. “Sorry kids. He needs it.”
It was close to eleven when we arrived at the foot of our apartment (Kibum refused to drink in front of the SHINee boys by the way, because he was being Peking Opera holier-than-thou like that) and I was the last to get out of the cab.
“Kibum hyung went up?” I asked when I found Yeh Sung standing at the lobby alone seconds later.
“Yeah,” he replied. “The SHINee boys kind of needed someone level-headed to help explain to their housekeeper why they came back so late on a school night. What better person to do that than our Kibummie?”
The next elevator came after a while - carrying Ryeowook in it.
And the audience scrambled back into their seats, topped up popcorns and all.
And in tonight’s episode of Days of Kim Jong Oon’s Life…
“Oh hey there!” Yeh Sung went, the upturned curls of his lips forcing back into a smile at the eternal magnae’s untimely existence right then.
Ryeowook wasn’t smiling though. He stepped out of the lift quietly, eyes fixed dead on my dork god.
“You’re back so soon?” Yeh Sung prompted again, checking his time. “So…How was the movie?”
Kim Yeh Sung the Korean George Clooney - total Emmy material, I’m not kidding I'll be you shi-freakin'-yuan for that.
And then I thought…I should leave, you know - but duh, of course I didn’t.
Here lies Henry Lau - He was ‘Nosey bystander number 1’.
Sorry Mom, sorry God!
Suddenly, Ryeowook broke his silence and blurted, “Hyung, I’m…I’m sorry!”
And someone in the audience goes: Damn, I should have ordered extra cheese with the nachos!
I could only watch as Yeh Sung’s words died in his throat when my love fight sensei suddenly threw his arms around the older one, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug that damned well threw the other off guard.
“Please forgive me! I totally forgot about our dinner,” Ryeowook pleaded, hugging Yeh Sung tighter.
As for me, I became ‘Speechless nosey bystander number 1’ ¬- but I was happy with my front row seat ticket.
“Why didn’t you remind me, Yeh Sungie ah? You know I don’t-”
“Stop, please,” Yeh Sung suddenly interrupted - bringing the audience to anxiety’s edge with that.
Ryeowook released him, pulling back to look the other in the eyes - apologetic as Hell.
“Look. I know you, Kim Ryeowook,” the older one said, his voice cracking to the plunging drop of his tone.
“You wouldn’t forget anything with me - unless you really don’t want to remember it in the first place.”
“That’s not true!” Ryeowook looked as if he had just been smacked across the face - hard.
“I had too much in my mind -”
“Come on, you were never too occupied with anything to think about me before.”
“I’m very, very, very sorry Yeh Sungie ah.”
“It’s okay,” Yeh Sung muttered, but any idiot would know he was being goddamn sarcastic about it.
“No it’s not okay!” Ryeowook snapped, angry all of a sudden. “I want you to be angry at me! Tell me you hate me for forgetting about the expensive Italian place you took weeks to get a table in!”
“I am angry with you, Ryeowook ah,” he replied, and he killed the audience by being so straight-faced.
“Then show it!”
“I don’t want to.”
“Why not? You’re mad at me, aren’t you? Don’t be like this, Hyungie ah.”
“It’s not worth it. I can’t stay angry at you for long anyway - might as well forget it. Okay?”
He really is goddamn amazing with tolerance, Christ. If it was me, I’d start throwing tables!
“Fine! Then let me make it up to you,” the younger huffed, unsatisfied that Yeh Sung wasn’t co-operating much with his initial proposal right then.
Yeh Sung stared long and hard into the other’s eyes - and I was seriously expecting him to start freakin’ cry, I swear.
But he didn’t.
Instead he gave everything a huge, ridiculed snort and went, “No thanks, Ryeowookie ah.”
The audience gasped.
YAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YEH SUNG AH? RYEOWOOK JUST…YOU’RE TURNING RYEOWOOK DOWN?!!?
I couldn’t hide my shock too, and I became ‘very shocked and still speechless nosey bystander number 1’.
Aiya, aiya...AIYA?!!?!?!?!?!?!!!
“What? No thanks?” Ryeowook was struck by lightning, no kidding. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Perhaps it was time that Kim Jong Oon finally placed his foot down and gained total control of his own play.
“It means I don’t want you to spend your time with me just because you feel guilty, Ryeowookie ah…”
The audience gripped the handles of their seats.
“…So do me this honour and don’t do me any more favours if you’re not going to be mine.”
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Waiting for Lee Sungmin to come home the next evening was the same as waiting for Choi Gabriel Shiwon to get out of his room so I could steal his lychees.
Infinity really is a goddamn understatement; I swear I’m not kidding at all here.
So you can’t really blame me for passing out after a whole day of battling killer, fanged tomatoes on my DS, really.
But all is good when I woke up a good few hours later breathing a generous amount of vanilla -and something else that was equally pleasant, tantalizing even - into my lungs.
My brain corresponded fully with my body after a while, poking the rest of my limbs into wake as well - and I opened my eyes to see a sea of red scattered all over my bedroom.
Rolling over my back, I grabbed a handful of the red next to me and found out that they were rose petals - and that the strong vanilla smell came from the triquantumbagajillion candles decorating the floor, the dresser, the study table…
Wow.
This was definitely a very nice way to wake up - if not the fastest and easiest way for a house to burn down.
Yeah, okay, I know. I’ll just stick to the romantic aspect of this gesture and forget thinking about the extinguisher somewhere in the house (Where did I put it?!)…
“Good evening Henli!”
My senses jolted to pixel-perfect clarity when Sungmin walked in to my room, carrying a tray of covered dishes in his hands - and I almost knocked him over when I swung my legs out of bed to stand up.
“Finally, I get to see you!”
“Wait, wait!” He screeched to a halt before I could pounce on him, and raised the tray higher between us.
“Let me put this down first!”
“Is that for me?”
“I know you haven’t eaten the entire day.”
I waited until he placed the damn thing on the table - and then I freakin’ squished him.
“Yah!” He burst laughing when I grabbed him into my arms and swept him off his feet. “HENLI!”
"Why is your hair shorter than mine, Sungminnie ah?"
"You don't like it?"
I combed my fingers through the cropped black of his bangs.
"But girls aren't supposed to have such short hair."
"I'm not a girl!"
He can argue all he wants - but yeah, whatever?
*LEETEUK LAUGH*
"Anyway! I’d like to eat that now,” I grinned, gazing into the beauty of his eyes after I put him back down.
“But I’ve an appetite for something else…” I winked as I pressed my forehead against his, dropping my eyes to the waiting kiss anticipating for mine at the tip of his devious smile.
And we were happily making out when he suddenly broke it with a grand poke into my goddamn ribs.
“Wow,” he giggled, panting softly as he pulled away. “I see your tongue’s grown a mile longer, Henli ah!”
“Why are you complaining?” I sighed, taking in the sweet smell of his skin once more - lazily nuzzling the tip of my nose into the back of his ear and planting a soft, teasing kiss at the base of it.
“Mmm…Sungminnie ah, I like the smell of you…”
“I’m sure you do,” Sungmin whispered, capturing my lips into his again as he traced finger to the base of my spine and began dancing his touch upon the waist band of my Adidas…
Every part of me was starting to tingle like goddamn gay silver bells - until he freakin’ poked me again.
Seriously, this guy! He must have learnt this from Zhou Mimi, I bet.
“Sungminnie!” I flinched at the jab, rubbing my side with an unhappy frown at him being playful while my hormones were starting to stampede a little already.
“You in the other hand,” he said, cradling my face in his hands now. “Didn’t shower again…did you?”
“Not yet. Lazy!”
“Ewwww…I don’t want to kiss you anymore - you don’t smell good! Go and shower, Henli."
And that was when my *KANGIN POWER!* totally made a grand comeback.
“You’re coming with me,” I suddenly suggested with a devilish wink.
Then I reached out - and unbuttoned the first button of the shirt he was wearing right then.
I know, right.
My, my…what naughty hands you have, Henry!
*MISCHEVIOUS KANGIN GIGGLE*
“You’re pretty slimy!” He laughed, swatting at my hand and taking a step away from my bold gesture.
I stuck my tongue out - and reached out to undo the second button with a swift snap of my fingers.
“Try and stop me if you can, Sungminnie ah!”
Bravely going forward, me!
“Stop you?”
Sungmin raised an eyebrow at just how outrageous I was behaving right then, somewhat challenging me.
Then he smirked, “Let’s see how far you can go this time, Henli ah.”
Oh hey, he’s bravely going forward too!
*KANGIN POWER!*
By the time we reached the bathroom, Sungmin was already fully undressed - while I was still trying to kick off my goddamn annoying track pants tangled around my legs as I horribly fail with balance and all.
“Slow poke,” he snorted when I finally stepped into the shower and into his readily welcoming arms.
As for me, the second our nude bodies came into contact, I swooped down to press my mouth deeply into his - finding myself suddenly so determined to silence his playful nature once and for all.
And the echo of his pleasured sigh in my head sounded something like, “Mmmmmmmm…”
Warm water was spilling all over us as I pulled him closer in my hold - realizing that I wanted nothing more than to just feel all of him against me, to explore him without missing a single inch of his milky white skin, to feel his heartbeat beating together with the galloping of my own…
…I wanted him to understand that I obviously had a whole new different idea right then.
“Hen…ry…”
His fingers curled into my hair when the sensuous mingling of our tongues gradually began to alternate from intense to quick, airy thrusts - ignoring the water seeping into our mouths as we battled a bit to gain dominance over the other…
“Sungmin…”
I slowly waltzed him over to the wall away from the shower itself, pinning him against the pastel green of the cold tiles - indulging in the languid way my name was spilling out of his mouth and into the chasms of my heart…
“Henry…”
...Torching my senses into oblivion when the heat of our bodies came together in an intense wrestle of tangled, twisted limbs…
“Sungminnie…”
…All the uncontrollable, uncoordinated teasing, touching, molesting and tasting we were mercilessly punishing each another with sending electricity thundering down spines to destroy what was left of our control…
And then, without another word, I suddenly killed the shower and grabbed his wrists.
Then I jolly well dragged him out of the stupid bathroom.
“YAH!” He snapped, shocked that I freakin’ stopped just as he was already feeling my strings right then.
“Henli, where are we going?”
I threw a grin over my shoulder as an answer.
Well, I'm sorry but the more we get together, together, together…
The more we get together,
The hornier I’ll be!
*SLEAZY KANGIN GIGGLE*
“Bed, Sungminnie - Now.”
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credits to sassydork (for everything, basically. And the stalking, oh yes), saranglove (for tolerating with my spazzing - and the update-poking), sugarwarrior (i d k. I think i like you a lot hahaha)
+ Soompi + SJM Thread
Adorable pictures that exist in my pc right now:
I'm too tired to spazz. lol. At least these helps me calm down at my going O.o at the SJH's pj party video. Don't talk to me about the rest of the members of that grp - I was only dying from Sungmin's cuteness and that's it haha.
GUY-LINER IS SO IN XD
This is a little long, I hope you guys are okay after reading it. I think I kind of tripped and failed somewhere, feel free to poke me about it!!!!
and yes, I'll get started on the AU Kyumi...yes I will *scampers around for the plunnie written on the goddamn Pizza Hut receipt*
peace ;)
Featuring : Ryewook, KyuHyun, Yeh Sung, Taemin + Key SHINee, Kibum, Sungmin
Beta-ed/QC-ed : virginangelic
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POOF!
And Zhou Mi and I are back in our good ol’ dorm in Seoul, Korea at the moment.
But guess who beat us to it?
“Waaaaaaaaaah…Meimei! You’re here!”
Oh dear.
“Heebum!”
“Meow!”
“Ah…Ah…ACCCCCCCCCH-CCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!”
Aw, crap.
“Mei-ACHHHOOOO!-*SNIFF*-meeeeeeeeei!”
“Meeeoooooooowww…”
“Zhou Mi!”
“What?”
“What are you doing?! Put Heebum down!”
“But I miss Meimei! And Meimei misses me…He’s welcoming us home-CHOOOOOOO!”
“And it’s Heebum, Zhou ah. Don’t confuse it! Now put the cat down.”
“SO CUTE! Meimei is Heebum’s Chinese name, Hennie ah. AH-CCCCCHOOO!”
“Who are you to call it Meimei? It’s not your cat, you know. For God’s sake, Zhou Mi-”
“ICCHHOOOO! But it responds to Meimei as much as it does to Heebum, doesn’t it? *SNORT*"
“Stop playing with it! Did you forget you are allergic to cats?!!!”
“ACHHHOOOO! ACHOOOO!”
“How did he get in here anyway? We only just arrived home like…2 seconds ago.”
“Hello? It’s a -AAAAACHHHOOOOO!!- cat! *SNIFF SNIFF* Maybe Meimei came through the bathroom window or something. It’s never…ne…ver…AHCHOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Funny. I can’t remember HanJayHeeBum being such a smashing gymnast.
Maybe a Garfield, but definitely not the kind to be able to balance on window sills and stuff - because it’s huge, you see. Heechul probably feeds it a lamb a day or something…
“I’m sending the cat back to Heechul hyung’s dorm before he thinks Heebum’s jumped off the windows again. Come here, Heebum-sshi. Why are you always here anyway?”
“Meeeeow!! Meooow!! MEOW!”
“Ow! It scratched me!”
“Meimei likes me a lot - and doesn’t seem to like you much anymore Hennie ah. *SNORT* Why is that? Because Hennie is a mean, mean, mean person isn’t he Meimei? Very bad, very naughty! Very big meanie!”
“Meow!”
“Wei. Since when am I mean to you, Heebum-sshi? And ZHOU MI! DON’T TOUCH IT AGAIN-“
“ACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHOOOO!”
“Time to go home, Heebum-sshi!”
“MEOW!”
“OW!!”
“ACHHHHHHOOOO!”
“HanJayHeeBum...GO HOME!!!!!!!"
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Of course I skipped straight to Ahjummanie’s after I dumped everything inside my room - and sent the crazed cat back from where it came from.
My Lee Sungmin emailed me the other day saying that my favourite shop in the whole wide world has already started stocking in Honey Stars - and I was going to get just that, alongside something for the goddamn cuts on my hands right then.
“Ahjumma, I’m here!”
My celebrated convenience store idol was sporting pretty dark brown curls when I came around, but her warm smile turned into a small ‘o’ at the my doing a double wave as I stepped through the doors.
“Omo!” She gasped, gawking as I held my hands up higher. “Seungri ah…Did a tiger attack you?”
I ever told you that she’s got this mild hearing problem before…and well, it never really improved regardless of whichever type of hearing aid she wears, so I’ve always been ‘Seungri’ to her.
And a tiger in the middle of Seoul, like, okay. Took a lift to my dorm too, I bet!
Well, at least she made it sound genuinely funny. “No. A cat did!”
“Wait. A cat did this to you?”
“A very big cat, ahjumma…Heebum-sshi!”
“Oh. Wow! Were you strangling it or what? Look at those cuts!”
“I was trying to get rid of it because of Zhou Mi’s allergy, and it turned crazy and started scratching me.”
“You put some yellow thing on the deep cuts over here and…what’s that smell?”
“It’s the ointment. Kibum hyung gave it to me and it’s rather burning my skin right now - it’s itchy too!”
“Well, get rid of it. It smells weird. Here, you can put on this one instead - it’s milder and more soothing.”
She produced a small, green bottle from below her counter and pushed it to me. I took it and brought the bottle closer to my eyes - but that didn’t really help much with my being able to read it because it was in some language that I freakin’ didn’t know.
“And then you can put this over the wounds!”
You get someone as cool as this lady right here, and I can bet you shi-freakin’-yuan¬ she wouldn’t to Hell sell me the usual type of Hansaplast, like, ever.
Instead, she gave me a whole box full of funky, bright and dandy Doreaemon-printed plasters.
“I’d like the…uh…normal ones?” I gave her an amused look as I pulled a strip out to blink at the design.
“No, no. This suits you better,” she said, grinning from ear to ear now. “It’s very popular with the children!”
“Children!?” I choked at her choice of words. “No thanks. Just the normal ones will do. It’s just cuts anyway.”
“…Plus you’re an idol, Seungri ah. You should look fashionable and trendy - even when you’re in pain!”
I know, right. Either she was pretending to not hear me, or she was just pretending to not hear me.
I mean, you can really tell when someone’s really failing in the ears - and when someone really believes that you should have cartoon characters wrapped around a nasty cut just because it’s a popular kiddie trend.
Come October, I’m going to be freakin’ nineteen-years-old - and if I’m going to be very legal and superbly horny and start downing soju like it is goddamn Evian soon, then it’s like getting a nun in a pub.
Or worse, a Taemin in a pub.
Oh…the horror!!!
So you wouldn’t want to think of me as a child from now on - or it will really fry your brains into smithereens.
*Leeteuk laugh*
Anyway, Ahjumma wasn’t feeling my strings right then. She can really kill me sometimes, I swear.
“But I don’t really like Doraemon. Just give me the normal ones, ahjumma!”
“Okay, okay. There’s Astro Boy and Power Rangers and Transformers…Do you like Winx Club then?”
AIYA! Like, what in the bloody blue hell is Winx Club anyway man?
Some bird-watching community for girls or something?
I frowned at the stupid band aid in front of me and then back at her.
“I don’t sell normal Hansaplast. You cannot blame me for that, Seungri ah. So don’t be choosey!”
I snorted, pointing at the standard white and blue box of plasters perched in the glass shelf behind her.
“What’s that over there then?”
And she conveniently dismissed it with a flat, “Oh. Those are not for sale! Display only.”
What the…Seriously, this woman!
“Hey, hey, hey…I kind of like Winx Club!”
Ajumma’s eyes floated past my shoulders to give her bright welcome to the customer who just walked in.
“Ah…Isn’t that what everyone expected from you, Jong Oon ah?”
And the theme song goes something like: Will the real dork god please stand up?
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If you happen to come by Ahjumma’s store, it really looks small from the outside - but it really is a god-forsaken labyrinth when you step inside.
Trust me, I’ve gotten lost in there before and the funniest bit was that I could still see the counter - with Ahjumma in it and all - and the exit doors from wherever I was standing at, but I just couldn’t goddamn navigate myself out of the frozen food area.
“I need hair wax.”
So it was “Journey to the Centre of Ahjummanie’s” - you can say Yeh Sung and I were doing just that.
We found the grooming section (right next to dried foods, by the way. Hardly proper organization really but what the Hell) - and that was when I noticed that Yeh Sung had been smiling all this while.
“Someone’s in a good mood today!” I prompted at the sight of his smile stretching wider at the Gatsby in his hand, as if he was admiring goddamn treasure or something.
“Since when am I not in a good mood?” Yeh Sung laughed merrily, before putting that back and picking out the one next to it - which was the exact same type of the one he just returned.
I know, right.
If you really knew what he’s like when he’s shopping, you’d tell him you’re just too eternally busy with Life’s demands to accompany him, even before he asks. I mean, that’s what Kangin would say - and that’s just synonymous with not wanting to go shopping with Yeh Sung even if you point a gun to his head.
And right then, I had no choice. I’d already journeyed into the heart of Ahjummanie’s store and that meant I was going to be stuck with the dork god for a while.
Knock, knock Henry…
Oh dear, dear, dear.
“Hyung?”
“Yes?”
“That’s the third time you’re picking up the same brand of wax. How about you take a look at that one?”
“Really now? Ah…silly me. I think I’m going to be really late if I continue to be like this, won’t I?”
And with that, he happily placed it back on the shelf - only to take the same goddamn thing again.
AIYA, this guy!
“Late?” I made a decision to get the one with the purple cap and shoved it to him - nicely.
“Appointment?”
Yeh Sung shook his head only to beam at me with the kind of grin you’d see on clowns. Silly or psychotic, I couldn’t tell initially - all I knew that he was just freakin’ excited about something.
“Well!” He poked a finger into his own cheek in mock thinking, before singing out, “More like a…date?”
“Date!” My eyebrows jerked high up my forehead. “You’re allowed to date?”
“Well, officially no of course not!” He went, flushing a little bit at my blunt confusion despite his exasperation.
“But it’s not wrong to ask someone out when you’re in the same group, isn’t it?”
And he winked at me.
I’m such a goddamn turtle sometimes, I swear. Yeh Sung had to give me the (=.=) face for me to get what the hell he was telling me right then. It is really funny as Hell now that I think about it.
“Ryeowook hyung?” I sputtered, partly out of sudden excitement registering into me. “Really?!”
Yeh Sung nodded, his ears starting to turn a little pink around the edges at my pleasant surprise.
“And it took me a good three weeks to get a stupid reservation at that restaurant too! Italian, mind you.”
Wait.
So Ryeowook’s going out with both KyuHyun and Yeh Sung?
Uhm…Okay. That’s pretty daring, I guess. I mean, he is a smashing love fighter sensei and all but…
Hey. I realized that I still don’t know what the Hell was going down with KyuHyun and Ryeowook!
So…so…so this wouldn’t be considered as something like two-timing right?
Aiya…I kry for KRY!
*Feeble Leeteuk laugh*
Yes, anyway.
Yeh Sung finally found made up his mind to buy the damn hair wax (he picked the first one, by the way. He jolly well just killed me again, Christ) and we headed out into the chilly evening with him talking about how he had been wanting to ask Ryeowook out on an official date since like, yonks ago.
And yes, I decided to screw it and get the goddamn Doraemon plasters - because Ahjumma said so.
And it became free too. So I couldn’t really complain, no? I’m pretty much a freebies junkie anyway.
“You should know what it is like,” he chuckled, elbowing me when we got into our dorm’s lift.
“But at least you’re doing well with Sungminnie, despite the long distance issue. You’re so grown up now!”
I felt like giggling, I swear I was that close to turning completely giddy. Like, teehee, thank you!
“Hyung ah, you’re telling me, who hasn’t been able to see Sungmin ever since you guys returned from Malaysia yesterday.”
“Hmmm. SJH-related issue, maybe?”
“But you’re free enough to go out on a date tonight! Sungmin just sent me a text message saying he’s in the company office right now volunteering to help some trainees out.”
Yeah, we should be making out like crazy right then - but no, he chose to goddamn work.
Like, what kind of a freakin’ excuse is that?!
And then he went on to say that he would be sleeping over at Kangin's pad - and that he wouldn't be back well until seven the next day because of Super Junior Happy activities.
Like, what kind of freakin' life is this!?
“You sound like Leeteuk when he’s rambling about Kangin being a terrible workaholic, too.”
I think he just said I was being a right girl - which is what I will not agree to, even if you freakin’ paid me.
I was about to give him a piece of my mind (I was seriously going to launch into a very, very, detailed explanation on why I’m totally seme material because yes, it still gets to me) when the light ‘ding!’ of the lift told us we’d already reached his floor.
One very fashionably decked duo consisting of one Kim Ryeowook and one Cho KyuHyun stood before us when the doors parted.
“Yeh Sungie, Henli, hello!” Ryeowook said, his smile contrasting against the permanent smirk on KyuHyun’s face.
Next thing I knew, Yeh Sung was dragging me out of the elevator with him - with me being confused wondering why he just did that all of a sudden because I clearly had no plans to hang out in the Hwaiting! dorm…
Then Yeh Sung went, “Are you two going off to…somewhere?”
“Yes! We’re going to watch the new Batman movie uptown,” Ryeowook answered, nodding.
Heeeeey…Wait just a minute here!
“Now?” Yeh Sung’s smiling eyes blinked in disbelief, knowing I read his mind just by exchanging glances.
He checked the time on his wrist. “Okay. When are you coming back then?”
“Uh…Late?” Ryeowook’s reply came out stunted when he sensed the slight hike in my dork god’s tone.
“Ryeowookie ah. You mean you won’t be back until what? Twelve? One?”
“Or possibly not at all,” KyuHyun replied with a weird smile thrown at my love fighter sensei, like they were sharing some in-house secret or joke or something, via telepathy.
He was supposed to laugh or something, but Yeh Sung’s naturally smiling features died instantly at that - and he ended up glowering at Ryeowook more than at the other.
“What’s wrong, Yeh Sungie ah?” Ryeowook was blinking now. “Do we have curfews?”
Yeh Sung swallowed a gulp in his throat, and I could tell he was only trying to be very, very, patient then.
Then, he softly muttered, “You forgot, didn’t you?”
And the audience watching this drama went: GASP! OH NO HE D’INT!
“Forgot?” Ryeowook repeated that, genuinely lost before he turned to me. “Forgot about what?”
Oh hey, don’t mind me. I think I was supposed to pretend like I didn’t know what was happening.
“I thought we’re supposed to go out tonight, Ryeowookie ah,” Yeh Sung finally came around to saying: the way he was clutching the plastic bag of hair wax in his hand was similar to strangling someone’s neck.
“We are?” Ryeowook took a second to read his invisible organizer in the goddamn air.
“Italian, remember?”
No help at all, seriously. Everyone in Super Jumper M suffers from goddamn STML nowadays.
“Italian…? Uh…Did we plan to do home shopping, hyung?”
That totally killed everything, damn right it did.
Yeh Sung’s roll of his eyes were sharp as his shoulders squared to the tightening of his jaws at Ryeowook’s memory still faltering miserably - but KyuHyun, on the other hand, managed to catch up quickly.
“Hyung,” he stepped in again, glancing at the two of them. “If you already have plans I won’t-”
“No, no,” Yeh Sung interrupted, shaking his head at the youngest among them three.
Then he went, “I’m sorry. I think I must have mixed up something here. No, we don’t have plans.”
And the audience roared: YAH, YEH SUNG AH!
STAY AND FIGHT THIS WAR, DAMMIT!
To which Ryeowook frowned, “We don’t? Yeh Sungie ah…you’re confusing me!”
The audience, their palms were slapping their foreheads. I was palming my face at him, Christ.
“I just remembered that we,” Yeh Sung said, before pointing at me. “We’re going out, aren’t we Henli?”
Wei…What the Hell, me?
Yeh Sung disregarded the fact that he just freakin’ jackrabbited me and continued to press, “Aren’t we?”
I was silently arguing with but I want to stay at home and eat Honey Stars until Sungminnie comes back!!
AIYA!
“Uhm…yeah,” I said, nodding at Ryeowook, debuting into their drama as the (defeated) cameo appearance.
SCENE ONE - TAKE ONE - aaaaaaaaaaaaand…ACTION!
“We’re going for……uh…Japanese tonight, right Yeh Sung hyung?”
“Yes. Okonomiyaki!”
And like what the Hell’s okonomiyaki? I fail horribly with names of food. I only eat them, Christ.
“Yummy yummy!”
And I freakin’ rubbed my tummy.
What? I’m not exactly George Clooney here, okay. Give me credit for trying!
And of course I jolly well knew KyuHyun didn’t buy that - with me being a really lousy actor and all - but we didn’t really wait for any other response from Ryeowook the Dory because Yeh Sung was already heading for his dorm before I knew it.
“Hyung?” I walked into the apartment to find him on his cell phone - with the nastiest scowl on his lips.
“Cancel it,” Yeh Sung said into it, almost in a demanding bark that actually intimidated me a little.
I felt like stopping him since he took a bloody three weeks to get a stupid table there and all - but it was rather too late now that he already beat me to that single phone call.
“I’ll pay for the reservation fees via online. Just cancel the rest, please. Thank you very much.”
He hung up abruptly, and almost threw the damn phone out of the window if I hadn’t prompted him again.
For the first time in the history of my knowing him, Kim Jong Oon was really, genuinely freakin’ pissed off.
And if you’d known him that well, you really don’t want a jolly person like him to be mad at all, really.
“Hyung…Are you alright?”
And I had to go ahead with the stupid question, like, what the feck‘s wrong with me?
AIYA!
“Yes, as a matter of fact I’m feeling extremely festive at the moment!” Yeh Sung fired a sarcastic snap at me.
“Sorry,” I apologised quickly. “I uh…If you want to…uh…talk or anything. I’m here, I’ll understand.”
Yeh Sung didn’t say anything. He just turned his back on me, facing the open windows of the balcony, deathly silent and still for a good few seconds as he looked out the bright lights of the city.
I should leave.
And I was already so close to the door when Yeh Sung went, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home?” The dark of his face hit me like a punch into the stomach. “You need space to cool down so…”
“Cool down?”
And he suddenly burst laughing. Not that hearty laugh, though - but that Joker kind of laugh.
Silly or psychotic, I couldn’t to Hell tell - all I knew that it damn well freaked me out for a second there.
“I can’t cool down when I’m angry and hungry, Henli ah,” he huffed, finding my opinion ridiculous.
Then he grabbed me by my shirt’s sleeve and jerked me along with him, heading back to the door.
“Leave your stuff here and come on!”
Come on?
“We’re going to get some okonomiyaki right now, Henli ah…”
But my honey and Honey Stars-
“…You and I are going to eat - and be merry, damn it!”
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When you have two Kim Kibums sitting in the same table, you can definitely expect them to come up with an impromptu game of Win, Lose or Draw - while waiting for the okonomiyaki to be cooked.
“Ah…Lobster!”
“No!”
“Hey, you’re not supposed to talk in this game.”
“Is it a bolster?”
Lee Taemin, he just came back from his night tuition class - and it was just a funny coincidence that Yeh Sung and I found him and Key having their dinner at the same Japanese eating house we walked into.
So that explained the existence of the small whiteboard and markers for the game.
Anyway, guess who else was there too?
Super Junior’s Kim Kibum, he wasn’t Star Crafting that night - so he decided to join us.
Well, actually, the dork god kind of kicked his door open and just started running the guy down about getting a social life for once - and Kibum didn’t think that arguing with a very riled up Yeh Sung was going to make anything any better.
This proved to be a very smart move - because Yeh Sung was actually threatening to unplug the goddamn CPU for a second there, and that could just be total terrorism for Kibum’s part.
“I know he’s really hungry and all that,” Kibum muttered when we stood to wait for a cab at the gates.
“But what the hell crawled up his ass and died?”
“No idea. He jumped me too,” I decided to shrug, watching Yeh Sung attempt to hail a cab.
Goddamn Adolph Hitler, he really looked like one.
Kibum shook his head. “He’s actually scaring the taxi drivers. No one’s going to take us…”
“I know. Oh look! One’s stopping.”
“Good. Hurry, before he starts attacking the bonnet or something.”
So the theme song for the night for Kim Yeh Sung goes something like this:
The more we get together, together, together…
The more we get together, the less angry Yeh Sung will be.
Next to me, Taemin was punching the damn marker into the whiteboard in his apparent frustration at how team mate Key was failing so much in trying to guess just what the Hell he just squiggled.
Key tilted his head for the bajillionth time. He damned near twisted his neck for it, I bet.
“Uh…Bagel?”
Taemin’s famous hair bounced off his head as he angrily shook it, telling his team mate he was wrong.
And the marker on the whiteboard goes PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCH!
Boy, I thought I was the worst at drawing. I guess Taemin’s sitting pretty on that throne now.
And Kibum snapped his fingers, going, “Time’s up! So if our team gets this right, you guys are making the next batch of this!”
It’s not really often you see Kibum being this animated. He was almost like a Donghae, I swear.
“And if you don’t?” Key asked, naturally not letting his sunbaes get hold of the rules easily.
The older Kibum went, “Then we make the next batch! Fair enough, isn’t it?”
Awwww. Welcome to the Super Junior and SHINee’s cute little family game!
Yeh Sung, he was enjoying himself too, his temper gradually sedated by good food, ice lemon tea (zero alcohol tolerance, remember?) - And mainly because the more we get together the happier Yeh Sung will be.
*Leeteuk laugh*
He made the first wild guess at Taemin’s…whatever it was supposed to be and said, “Err…Hot dog?”
“Wrong!” Taemin turned to the crunch of my eyebrows. “Henry hyung?”
“Ah…” What the Hell anyway. The drawing was goddamn hopeless. “Twisted cinnamon roll?”
Taemin blinked at me, dropping the marker as he lowered the whiteboard in his shock at my guess.
“What?” I went, bursting into chuckles at his reaction. “That was that?!”
“How did you do that?” Taemin and Key squeaked in unison - before joining Yeh Sung and Kibum gawking at the drawing on the board, probably looking for anything that showed it was what I just said.
I shrugged. It was pretty much the wildest guess in Hell, Christ.
But yeah, thanks to me we got to help watch the losing team cook the next serving of okonomiyaki (yes, I know what it is now)!
Pretty soon, the madness kind of died down little by little - the game kind of ended with Yeh Sung trying to draw Spongebob Squarepants but everyone thought it was lasagne with eyes, and because the marker actually ran out of ink - so we started talking, well, general things.
“I bet Jonghyun has the biggest crush on the noona in your show,” Kibum was saying, being somewhat wordy as Hell that night, which was cool since Yeh Sung wasn’t much of one.
“You’re right, hyung,” Taemin agreed quickly. “He really, really, really likes her a lot. It’s getting annoying that he talks about her, like, all the time at home.”
Key chimed in, rolling his eyes at the thought. “And at work.”
“And before, during and after practice.”
“When he’s sleeping too! Oh my God, so annoying!”
“So you both don’t like her much?” Yeh Sung asked, laughing at the two as he reached for his drink.
“Well,” Key said, tilting his head here and there to find the right words to say before giving up.
“She’s okay and I’m getting paid to go on a date with her anyway so I’m alright with anything!”
We laughed at the blunt reply, before turning our attention to the epitome of adorable creatures.
“What about you Taeminnie?”
And he deadpanned, “She reminds me of my Math tuition teacher - which reminds me of my mother, which is not really the best feeling in the world sometimes.”
Like, WHOSE SON IS THIS?!
Then he added, “I’d rather go out with Henry hyung. He’s really, really nice and loads of fun too!”
See? He’s smart and terribly cute, too!
AIGOOOOOOO…YOUR MOTHER MUST BE VERY PROUD TO HAVE A SON LIKE YOU, TAEMINNIE AH!
“We saw your summer date show,” Key said, looking at Kibum after swallowing his food.
“Having the entire crew filming everything, it’s rather uncomfortable! How do you, like, concentrate in winning someone’s heart over like that?”
“Well that’s because our Kibum is a very good actor, children,” Yeh Sung chimed before Kibum could answer.
“The only time he can’t make it is when he’s being himself - he’s a really boring person when he’s Kim Kibum. Oh, no personal attack on you, Key.”
“None taken!”
“Yah!” Kibum contested, shoving him playfully. “At least I’ve lots of interesting roles to play, alright!”
“So which do you prefer to do, hyung?” Taemin asked, chewing on his food slowly. “Acting or singing?”
“I like to do both! But I’ve always liked acting since I was a kid. I can’t really sing, if you don’t notice it yet.”
Yeh Sung gave him a funny look, as if he would never expect such things to come out from Kibum right then.
“Who says you can’t sing?” He snorted. “If it’s Shindongie…you’re supposed to ignore him, right?”
“Not him - it’s because I say so!”
Key was appalled by the statement. “But I think you can sing, hyung ah. And you’re very good with rapping!”
“And dancing!”
“Yeah, I know. But sometimes I think I just want to be a full-time actor, that’s all. Concentrate on one field and that’s it - and star in blockbusters too!”
“Full time actor?” Yeh Sung sputtered, before looking at what the Hell Kibum was drinking right then.
For some reason, the entire table became silent for a second at that.
Kibum realized he wasn’t really tickling anyone’s funny bones right then (like, we do not need a Kibum condition now, do we?), so he brought back the atmosphere by laughing the great Kim Kibum soundless laugh - all blinding white teeth and no sound, really.
And he grinned, “Never mind!”
“I think you need alcohol,” Yeh Sung deadpanned, waving for the waiter. “Sorry kids. He needs it.”
It was close to eleven when we arrived at the foot of our apartment (Kibum refused to drink in front of the SHINee boys by the way, because he was being Peking Opera holier-than-thou like that) and I was the last to get out of the cab.
“Kibum hyung went up?” I asked when I found Yeh Sung standing at the lobby alone seconds later.
“Yeah,” he replied. “The SHINee boys kind of needed someone level-headed to help explain to their housekeeper why they came back so late on a school night. What better person to do that than our Kibummie?”
The next elevator came after a while - carrying Ryeowook in it.
And the audience scrambled back into their seats, topped up popcorns and all.
And in tonight’s episode of Days of Kim Jong Oon’s Life…
“Oh hey there!” Yeh Sung went, the upturned curls of his lips forcing back into a smile at the eternal magnae’s untimely existence right then.
Ryeowook wasn’t smiling though. He stepped out of the lift quietly, eyes fixed dead on my dork god.
“You’re back so soon?” Yeh Sung prompted again, checking his time. “So…How was the movie?”
Kim Yeh Sung the Korean George Clooney - total Emmy material, I’m not kidding I'll be you shi-freakin'-yuan for that.
And then I thought…I should leave, you know - but duh, of course I didn’t.
Here lies Henry Lau - He was ‘Nosey bystander number 1’.
Sorry Mom, sorry God!
Suddenly, Ryeowook broke his silence and blurted, “Hyung, I’m…I’m sorry!”
And someone in the audience goes: Damn, I should have ordered extra cheese with the nachos!
I could only watch as Yeh Sung’s words died in his throat when my love fight sensei suddenly threw his arms around the older one, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug that damned well threw the other off guard.
“Please forgive me! I totally forgot about our dinner,” Ryeowook pleaded, hugging Yeh Sung tighter.
As for me, I became ‘Speechless nosey bystander number 1’ ¬- but I was happy with my front row seat ticket.
“Why didn’t you remind me, Yeh Sungie ah? You know I don’t-”
“Stop, please,” Yeh Sung suddenly interrupted - bringing the audience to anxiety’s edge with that.
Ryeowook released him, pulling back to look the other in the eyes - apologetic as Hell.
“Look. I know you, Kim Ryeowook,” the older one said, his voice cracking to the plunging drop of his tone.
“You wouldn’t forget anything with me - unless you really don’t want to remember it in the first place.”
“That’s not true!” Ryeowook looked as if he had just been smacked across the face - hard.
“I had too much in my mind -”
“Come on, you were never too occupied with anything to think about me before.”
“I’m very, very, very sorry Yeh Sungie ah.”
“It’s okay,” Yeh Sung muttered, but any idiot would know he was being goddamn sarcastic about it.
“No it’s not okay!” Ryeowook snapped, angry all of a sudden. “I want you to be angry at me! Tell me you hate me for forgetting about the expensive Italian place you took weeks to get a table in!”
“I am angry with you, Ryeowook ah,” he replied, and he killed the audience by being so straight-faced.
“Then show it!”
“I don’t want to.”
“Why not? You’re mad at me, aren’t you? Don’t be like this, Hyungie ah.”
“It’s not worth it. I can’t stay angry at you for long anyway - might as well forget it. Okay?”
He really is goddamn amazing with tolerance, Christ. If it was me, I’d start throwing tables!
“Fine! Then let me make it up to you,” the younger huffed, unsatisfied that Yeh Sung wasn’t co-operating much with his initial proposal right then.
Yeh Sung stared long and hard into the other’s eyes - and I was seriously expecting him to start freakin’ cry, I swear.
But he didn’t.
Instead he gave everything a huge, ridiculed snort and went, “No thanks, Ryeowookie ah.”
The audience gasped.
YAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YEH SUNG AH? RYEOWOOK JUST…YOU’RE TURNING RYEOWOOK DOWN?!!?
I couldn’t hide my shock too, and I became ‘very shocked and still speechless nosey bystander number 1’.
Aiya, aiya...AIYA?!!?!?!?!?!?!!!
“What? No thanks?” Ryeowook was struck by lightning, no kidding. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Perhaps it was time that Kim Jong Oon finally placed his foot down and gained total control of his own play.
“It means I don’t want you to spend your time with me just because you feel guilty, Ryeowookie ah…”
The audience gripped the handles of their seats.
“…So do me this honour and don’t do me any more favours if you’re not going to be mine.”
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Waiting for Lee Sungmin to come home the next evening was the same as waiting for Choi Gabriel Shiwon to get out of his room so I could steal his lychees.
Infinity really is a goddamn understatement; I swear I’m not kidding at all here.
So you can’t really blame me for passing out after a whole day of battling killer, fanged tomatoes on my DS, really.
But all is good when I woke up a good few hours later breathing a generous amount of vanilla -and something else that was equally pleasant, tantalizing even - into my lungs.
My brain corresponded fully with my body after a while, poking the rest of my limbs into wake as well - and I opened my eyes to see a sea of red scattered all over my bedroom.
Rolling over my back, I grabbed a handful of the red next to me and found out that they were rose petals - and that the strong vanilla smell came from the triquantumbagajillion candles decorating the floor, the dresser, the study table…
Wow.
This was definitely a very nice way to wake up - if not the fastest and easiest way for a house to burn down.
Yeah, okay, I know. I’ll just stick to the romantic aspect of this gesture and forget thinking about the extinguisher somewhere in the house (Where did I put it?!)…
“Good evening Henli!”
My senses jolted to pixel-perfect clarity when Sungmin walked in to my room, carrying a tray of covered dishes in his hands - and I almost knocked him over when I swung my legs out of bed to stand up.
“Finally, I get to see you!”
“Wait, wait!” He screeched to a halt before I could pounce on him, and raised the tray higher between us.
“Let me put this down first!”
“Is that for me?”
“I know you haven’t eaten the entire day.”
I waited until he placed the damn thing on the table - and then I freakin’ squished him.
“Yah!” He burst laughing when I grabbed him into my arms and swept him off his feet. “HENLI!”
"Why is your hair shorter than mine, Sungminnie ah?"
"You don't like it?"
I combed my fingers through the cropped black of his bangs.
"But girls aren't supposed to have such short hair."
"I'm not a girl!"
He can argue all he wants - but yeah, whatever?
*LEETEUK LAUGH*
"Anyway! I’d like to eat that now,” I grinned, gazing into the beauty of his eyes after I put him back down.
“But I’ve an appetite for something else…” I winked as I pressed my forehead against his, dropping my eyes to the waiting kiss anticipating for mine at the tip of his devious smile.
And we were happily making out when he suddenly broke it with a grand poke into my goddamn ribs.
“Wow,” he giggled, panting softly as he pulled away. “I see your tongue’s grown a mile longer, Henli ah!”
“Why are you complaining?” I sighed, taking in the sweet smell of his skin once more - lazily nuzzling the tip of my nose into the back of his ear and planting a soft, teasing kiss at the base of it.
“Mmm…Sungminnie ah, I like the smell of you…”
“I’m sure you do,” Sungmin whispered, capturing my lips into his again as he traced finger to the base of my spine and began dancing his touch upon the waist band of my Adidas…
Every part of me was starting to tingle like goddamn gay silver bells - until he freakin’ poked me again.
Seriously, this guy! He must have learnt this from Zhou Mimi, I bet.
“Sungminnie!” I flinched at the jab, rubbing my side with an unhappy frown at him being playful while my hormones were starting to stampede a little already.
“You in the other hand,” he said, cradling my face in his hands now. “Didn’t shower again…did you?”
“Not yet. Lazy!”
“Ewwww…I don’t want to kiss you anymore - you don’t smell good! Go and shower, Henli."
And that was when my *KANGIN POWER!* totally made a grand comeback.
“You’re coming with me,” I suddenly suggested with a devilish wink.
Then I reached out - and unbuttoned the first button of the shirt he was wearing right then.
I know, right.
My, my…what naughty hands you have, Henry!
*MISCHEVIOUS KANGIN GIGGLE*
“You’re pretty slimy!” He laughed, swatting at my hand and taking a step away from my bold gesture.
I stuck my tongue out - and reached out to undo the second button with a swift snap of my fingers.
“Try and stop me if you can, Sungminnie ah!”
Bravely going forward, me!
“Stop you?”
Sungmin raised an eyebrow at just how outrageous I was behaving right then, somewhat challenging me.
Then he smirked, “Let’s see how far you can go this time, Henli ah.”
Oh hey, he’s bravely going forward too!
*KANGIN POWER!*
By the time we reached the bathroom, Sungmin was already fully undressed - while I was still trying to kick off my goddamn annoying track pants tangled around my legs as I horribly fail with balance and all.
“Slow poke,” he snorted when I finally stepped into the shower and into his readily welcoming arms.
As for me, the second our nude bodies came into contact, I swooped down to press my mouth deeply into his - finding myself suddenly so determined to silence his playful nature once and for all.
And the echo of his pleasured sigh in my head sounded something like, “Mmmmmmmm…”
Warm water was spilling all over us as I pulled him closer in my hold - realizing that I wanted nothing more than to just feel all of him against me, to explore him without missing a single inch of his milky white skin, to feel his heartbeat beating together with the galloping of my own…
…I wanted him to understand that I obviously had a whole new different idea right then.
“Hen…ry…”
His fingers curled into my hair when the sensuous mingling of our tongues gradually began to alternate from intense to quick, airy thrusts - ignoring the water seeping into our mouths as we battled a bit to gain dominance over the other…
“Sungmin…”
I slowly waltzed him over to the wall away from the shower itself, pinning him against the pastel green of the cold tiles - indulging in the languid way my name was spilling out of his mouth and into the chasms of my heart…
“Henry…”
...Torching my senses into oblivion when the heat of our bodies came together in an intense wrestle of tangled, twisted limbs…
“Sungminnie…”
…All the uncontrollable, uncoordinated teasing, touching, molesting and tasting we were mercilessly punishing each another with sending electricity thundering down spines to destroy what was left of our control…
And then, without another word, I suddenly killed the shower and grabbed his wrists.
Then I jolly well dragged him out of the stupid bathroom.
“YAH!” He snapped, shocked that I freakin’ stopped just as he was already feeling my strings right then.
“Henli, where are we going?”
I threw a grin over my shoulder as an answer.
Well, I'm sorry but the more we get together, together, together…
The more we get together,
The hornier I’ll be!
*SLEAZY KANGIN GIGGLE*
“Bed, Sungminnie - Now.”
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credits to sassydork (for everything, basically. And the stalking, oh yes), saranglove (for tolerating with my spazzing - and the update-poking), sugarwarrior (i d k. I think i like you a lot hahaha)
+ Soompi + SJM Thread
Adorable pictures that exist in my pc right now:
I'm too tired to spazz. lol. At least these helps me calm down at my going O.o at the SJH's pj party video. Don't talk to me about the rest of the members of that grp - I was only dying from Sungmin's cuteness and that's it haha.
Click to viewGUY-LINER IS SO IN XD
This is a little long, I hope you guys are okay after reading it. I think I kind of tripped and failed somewhere, feel free to poke me about it!!!!
and yes, I'll get started on the AU Kyumi...yes I will *scampers around for the plunnie written on the goddamn Pizza Hut receipt*
peace ;)