HANDinHAND :: a zhou mi/henry fic {chap 03}
UN-BETA'D
TOOK FOREVER
PRETTY OVERALL AWFUL
chapter 3!!
fandom: Super Junior M
characters: Liu Xian Hua / Henry Lau, Zhou Mi (including minor characters from Super Junior M)
AU (alternate universe) fic
Childhood, Zhou Mi and Liu Xian Hua were the best of friends: they played sports together, went to school together, ate together, and the greatest of all: they made music together. Although the boys were too young of age to determine what they wanted to do for the rest of their life, they were already set; Zhou Mi goaled to be a famous singer one day, with his best friend Xian Hua as a violin prodigy; the two of them making music together until their hearts gave out.
... They weren't planning on being separated, but to their dismay, that was the case. Xian Hua, at the age of 8, moved away to Canada, being apart from his best friend for the first, and perhaps final time.
Ten years later, Xian Hua, now changed his name to Henry, has come back to China on a scholarship, getting closer and closer away to fulfilling his dream as a professional violin prodigy.
However, once he arrives, he sees posters all over town of a familiar face...
chapter ONE: would you walk to the future with me?
chapter TWO: i'll wipe away your tears
alternate link: http://revolution.kakusei.org/handinhand.php?chapterthree
^ to see the italics a lot easier. :)
"..."
"It's been 30 seconds since you've said something, Xian Hua. Are you just going to stay silent for the rest of the time? Because our parents
will get angry for waiting time on these calls."
"I'm angry at you."
"Why?"
"Why didn't you stop Mama and Papa from sending me here? I don't like this place. I want to go home."
"Common Xian Hua, don't be a big baby. Grow up, you can do it."
There was silence as the younger boy shuffled around, tugging on the telephone cord as he listened to Zhou M humming on the other
line.
"Zhou Mi?"
"Yes, Xian Hua?"
"I miss you already."
-------- chapter THREE :: no matter what, i won't be lonely --------
keep on fighting, we'll make it till the end
"Hey, isn't that...?"
"ZHOU MI!"
"AHHH, ZHOU MI! LOOK OVER HERE!"
The crowd of people watching the duo's performance quickly doubled, tripled in size as the man in the limo stepped out of the car with his giant bodyguards surrounding him. Girls, boys, women, men all surrounded the area, screaming, crying, yelling, some even passing out as the giant men quickly ran around the area, preventing people from getting too close. Henry just stared at the man standing before him, jaw dropped open, eyes starting to form tears. This was NOT happening.
"You are Xian Hua, correct?" Henry nodded his head slowly in reply. Zhou Mi smiled and reached his hand out to ruffle the violinist's head.
"Tiny, tiny Xian Hua. You haven't changed a bit. You're still shorter than me."
"I... well, yeah, you're still..." Henry laughed awkwardly, attempting to form sentences through broken Chinese, "... older. So it's only natural that... taller."
"What's wrong with your Chinese?"
"... I... forgot a lot of it. So... I can't speak it that well anymor--"
"Haha," Zhou Mi smiled, "It's fine. Don't worry about it, doesn't matter now. I see you're still playing the violin."
"Ah? Yeah... our promise... I couldn't let it go."
"Our promise?" The taller scoffed as he walked past Henry, turning his back towards the younger, "Why would you still care?" He paced back and forth, leaving Henry dumbfounded. Of course he would still care, it was his dream to become a professional violinist alongside his best friend... even when the two were separated, the promise still went on, right?
"Because, Xian Hua, you see..." Zhou Mi said, still turning his back towards the younger, "I talked to you everyday when you first moved to Canada because you were so scared, I took care of you when we were young, I played with you when I had other friends who wanted to hang
out, I had to skip school when you were sick..." He paused and finally turned around to face him, "... and in an instant, I didn't exist to you anymore. You never returned my calls, never answered my letters, nothing."
Henry opened his mouth to defend himself, but in the end... what could he have said? "I was busy" or "I forgot your number" were not logical explanations as to why he had stopped keeping contact. Even still, the younger felt like he was being attacked by the older, like he was being blamed for all the events occuring now. But... in a way, it was, wasn't it?
"You have nothing to say, Xian Hua?"
"... No," Henry started, "No I don't. I'm sorry Zhou Mi."
"Hmm. I forgive you, but you see, given the circumstances," Zhou Mi stated, "We aren't friends anymore, Xian Hua. I'm here to rub my stardom in your face. Cause, you see, when you decided to stop talking to me, I became famous already. And because you decided to stop, it ended our friendship, didn't it? So, 'Xian Hua Violin Prodigy,' don't you feel bad about missing out on something great you could've had?"
By then, the whole media had arrived: News stations, radio stations, tabloids, all came pouring out of their vans that were parked in the middle of the road, blocking all incoming transportation that approached the area. Reporters came popping out between Zhou Mi's bodyguard's arms and legs, as they held out their microphones begging for their questions to be asked. ("Zhou Mi, who is this boy you're talking to?" "Zhou Mi, are you two having an argument?" "Zhou Mi!" "Zhou Mi, please look here!")
Bright camera flashes came left and right, front and back as Zhou Mi turned towards each camera with a smile on his face, waving his hand at both the reporters and the various fangirls who held their cellphones out, anxious to get a picture of him for bragging rights. Henry, however, , guilty and dumbstruck, remained there, staring at the ground in shame. Not once did he think that being friends once more with Zhou Mi would earn him popularity and free stuff, he simply just wanted to see his friend's face again. And what did he get out of this? A slap in the face. Since when did Zhou Mi get so arrogant? ... Oh right, he was famous now.
Zhou Mi turned once again towards Henry and used his hand to ruffle Henry's hair once more, a habit he used to do often, even when they were younger. When the younger looked back up, Zhou Mi had already begun to walk away towards his limo, his back turned towards Henry as he waved his hand goodbye.
"Have a nice life, Xian Hua. Maybe I'll see you around, but who knows." As he opened the limo door to get in, Henry noticed another young man already sitting and relaxing in there, with his elbow on the car's side and head resting on his hand as he looked towards Henry's direction, smirking as Zhou Mi took a seat next to the man. As the body guards followed Zhou Mi as he got in, Henry could just barely hear Zhou Mi and the other man's conversation. ("Zhou Mi-ah, is that the boy you were talking about?" "Yes, Shiyuan." "Cuuuuute. You told him off?" "Haha, I guess you can say that." "I swear, you can be such a dick Zhou Mi. Making a cute kid like that depressed.") Zhou Mi took one last look at Henry, and laughed arrogantly before the bodyguards closed the door. As the limo drove away, the various fans surrounding the area began to approach Henry, asking him questions, yelling at him, snapping their cameras at his direction so he was blinded by the flashes. Donghae, who had been sitting on the ground during the whole ordeal, finally realized it was safe to come up from his "hiding" place to help his friend. He grabbed his Henry and pulled him away from the mob as the boy just stood there with tears starting to form in his eyes at the realization of the whole situation. Donghae grabbed Henry's violin as he hurriedly tried to put it back in the case, with great care, grabbed their stuff, and started walking off while pulling on Henry's wrist to follow, pushing away the sea of people out of his way.
When the media and fans figured they weren't going to say anything back from then on, they accepted defeat, and soon, the crowd had disappeared to go home, to tell their friends, to tell the internet about what in the world had just happened.
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Once they got back to their apartment, Henry took off his shoes and simply just crawled under his sheets without taking a shower, changing clothes, or anything that was in the "Henry Lau daily routine." Although it irked Donghae to see Henry just sleep in his bed all sweaty and stinky from earlier, he understood how much the day had worn him out. Having one of the most famous guys in Asia tell you off, who happened to be
your best friend many years ago, and having hundreds of people witnessing the whole moment, and then thousands of people who are probably going to watch it on TV, the internet, or YouTube the next day wasn't a great thought. (Lucky for Donghae who was just referred to
as "the hot Korean guy in the back who's friends with the guy Zhou Mi was yelling at.")
Donghae took his shower, and as the hot water drenched his head, then his body, he thought about all the things that were going to happen to the two now. Well, they obviously couldn't do their act anymore, that was for sure. He didn't think Henry would be able to go outside anymore either, considering everyone probably plastered his face all over the internet by now. He thought hard, and couldn't think of anything but negative things that were going to happen. Oh god, the anti-fans.
After he was finished with the shower, he examined Henry's bed. Snoring, drooling, yep. Henry Lau is definitely asleep. It was still a bit early for Donghae to even considering sleeping, considering it was still summer vacation, and no one (other than a really tired Henry Lau) goes to bed at 9pm. Normally around this time, he and Henry would go down to the cafe across the street together and grab a bite to eat. But seeing how Henry was sleeping, Donghae didn't know what to do.
But he definitely knew that he was hungry, and that didn't know enough Chinese to go alone.
He went ahead anyways.
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As he entered, the waitresses recognized his face immediately (both as a regular customer and as "the Korean guy who's friends with the guy Zhou Mi was yelling at"), and seated him near his favorite giant TV, curious to where the "other boy" was. When sometime passed by, she came
to ask if he had wanted anything to drink (which he remembered hearing Henry always replied with "chaa?"), and Donghae repeated the word, and she smiled and headed off to the kitchen to bring him some tea.
Donghae sat for about 10 minutes, sipping his tea and staring blankly at the TV while trying to think again- in which he didn't get very far in his thoughts until he was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder from the man sitting in the table beside him. He shook his head to clear his
thoughts.
"Huh?" He turned towards the stranger in confusion. He really hoped this guy didn't recognize his face from TV or something. He wasn't
prepared to deal with those people right now.
"Hey, you... you're that kid, aren't you?"
"Kid?" Donghae replied in Korean, "... Wait, did you just speak Korean to me?"
"Yes, I can tell. You're Lee Donghae, right? The one with Xian Hua or whatever his name?"
"... Yeah?" Donghae turned his head. This guy was a total weirdo for remembering his full name.
"I think I can help you with your problem."
"My problem? What? How would you know if I had a problem? I don't have a problem." He didn't make it seem that obvious, did he?
The dark haired man sighed before whacking Donghae on the head out of frustration.
"Everyone knows that the Xian Hua kid, your friend, is probably on the top list of the 'hated' people among Zhou Mi's fanbase. He betrayed his
friendship and only wanted to be friends with the 'almighty Zhou Mi' just so he could get fame. Everyone thinks he's just a shallow loser, and now your friend is depressed and probably on the brink of committing suicide."
"... Yes? I think? What? How do you know?" Donghae asked, dumbstruck by this man's straightforwardness.
"I can help you." Donghae looked at this stranger in the eye, noticing his lips curling into a smile when the two made contact.
"Wait, what? How?" Donghae asked, a bit suspicious.
"I know Zhou Mi. I can get those two to make up, trust me."
"... You know Zhou Mi?" The stranger nodded his head.
"Yes."
"... Wait," Donghae asked, finally understanding the situation, "What's the catch? There's gotta be a catch, there's always a catch."
"Mmmm," The other hummed to himself, thinking as Donghae stared at him impatiently, "You like your friend right?"
"WHAT-- NO, don't get me wrong. Henry's my friend and all, but I never had a crush on him or anythi--"
"Ugh," He sighed, whacking Donghae on the head once more, "Lemme just summarize this. You don't want your friend to be hated by everyone, because he's your friend. So, if I asked you to do anything I wanted, I will get Zhou Mi to talk to Xian Hua, and the two will make up,
and life will be happy again. Okay?"
He pondered to himself. At first the idea seemed 100% A-OK, but then he thought about it. Anything the stranger wanted? But now... which mattered more? His pride as a man or his best friend's reputation?
"Fine. Whatever you can do," Donghae started, "Do it. Help Henry, he really needs it. I don't want him to never leave the room again because
people will recognize his face and hate him or do awful stuff to him. So whatever you want," He paused for a second, thinking it over again, "... I'll do it."
"Good boy," the other man smirked, "Then it's a deal. I'll talk to Zhou Mi, and you do what I need. Clean up my house, make me some money, entertain me, the works?" Donghae nodded once more, trying not to think about it too hard so he wouldn't change his mind later, as the man grabbed a napkin and a pen from his jacket pocket and offered it to Donghae.
"Your number." Donghae hesitated, but he knew he couldn't lie or weasel out of this. He scribbled his cellphone number as fast as he could and handed it back to the other man.
"Thank you for cooperating. You can trust me, don't worry. I'll call you once I talk to Zhou Mi." The man got out of his seat and proceeded to walk towards the exit before turning once more to meet eyes with Donghae.
"Name's Choi Shiwon. Good night my little fishy, say hi to your friend for me." He smirked, before disappearing into the dark streets.
Donghae's head dropped to the table as he covered the back of his head with his hands. Anything for Henry, he repeated in his mind.
Anything for Henry.
-------- to be continued --------
readers, i'm so sorry this took so long!
honestly, i got this done two months ago (in around july) while I was on vacation so it was resting in my flash drive.
when i got home (last month), my flash drive broke. YEAH and I had a massive brain fart when trying to remember when everything happened and how it happened.
so... parts are a little BS'd. sorry about that, hopefully it's not THAT horrible. :((
four members of SJ-M down, three to go! :]
i have an idea what to do with them, but i'm not entirely sure at the moment haha.
a bit more on donghae's past in the next chapter, i think.
TOOK FOREVER
PRETTY OVERALL AWFUL
chapter 3!!
fandom: Super Junior M
characters: Liu Xian Hua / Henry Lau, Zhou Mi (including minor characters from Super Junior M)
AU (alternate universe) fic
Childhood, Zhou Mi and Liu Xian Hua were the best of friends: they played sports together, went to school together, ate together, and the greatest of all: they made music together. Although the boys were too young of age to determine what they wanted to do for the rest of their life, they were already set; Zhou Mi goaled to be a famous singer one day, with his best friend Xian Hua as a violin prodigy; the two of them making music together until their hearts gave out.
... They weren't planning on being separated, but to their dismay, that was the case. Xian Hua, at the age of 8, moved away to Canada, being apart from his best friend for the first, and perhaps final time.
Ten years later, Xian Hua, now changed his name to Henry, has come back to China on a scholarship, getting closer and closer away to fulfilling his dream as a professional violin prodigy.
However, once he arrives, he sees posters all over town of a familiar face...
chapter ONE: would you walk to the future with me?
chapter TWO: i'll wipe away your tears
alternate link: http://revolution.kakusei.org/handinhand.php?chapterthree
^ to see the italics a lot easier. :)
"..."
"It's been 30 seconds since you've said something, Xian Hua. Are you just going to stay silent for the rest of the time? Because our parents
will get angry for waiting time on these calls."
"I'm angry at you."
"Why?"
"Why didn't you stop Mama and Papa from sending me here? I don't like this place. I want to go home."
"Common Xian Hua, don't be a big baby. Grow up, you can do it."
There was silence as the younger boy shuffled around, tugging on the telephone cord as he listened to Zhou M humming on the other
line.
"Zhou Mi?"
"Yes, Xian Hua?"
"I miss you already."
-------- chapter THREE :: no matter what, i won't be lonely --------
keep on fighting, we'll make it till the end
"Hey, isn't that...?"
"ZHOU MI!"
"AHHH, ZHOU MI! LOOK OVER HERE!"
The crowd of people watching the duo's performance quickly doubled, tripled in size as the man in the limo stepped out of the car with his giant bodyguards surrounding him. Girls, boys, women, men all surrounded the area, screaming, crying, yelling, some even passing out as the giant men quickly ran around the area, preventing people from getting too close. Henry just stared at the man standing before him, jaw dropped open, eyes starting to form tears. This was NOT happening.
"You are Xian Hua, correct?" Henry nodded his head slowly in reply. Zhou Mi smiled and reached his hand out to ruffle the violinist's head.
"Tiny, tiny Xian Hua. You haven't changed a bit. You're still shorter than me."
"I... well, yeah, you're still..." Henry laughed awkwardly, attempting to form sentences through broken Chinese, "... older. So it's only natural that... taller."
"What's wrong with your Chinese?"
"... I... forgot a lot of it. So... I can't speak it that well anymor--"
"Haha," Zhou Mi smiled, "It's fine. Don't worry about it, doesn't matter now. I see you're still playing the violin."
"Ah? Yeah... our promise... I couldn't let it go."
"Our promise?" The taller scoffed as he walked past Henry, turning his back towards the younger, "Why would you still care?" He paced back and forth, leaving Henry dumbfounded. Of course he would still care, it was his dream to become a professional violinist alongside his best friend... even when the two were separated, the promise still went on, right?
"Because, Xian Hua, you see..." Zhou Mi said, still turning his back towards the younger, "I talked to you everyday when you first moved to Canada because you were so scared, I took care of you when we were young, I played with you when I had other friends who wanted to hang
out, I had to skip school when you were sick..." He paused and finally turned around to face him, "... and in an instant, I didn't exist to you anymore. You never returned my calls, never answered my letters, nothing."
Henry opened his mouth to defend himself, but in the end... what could he have said? "I was busy" or "I forgot your number" were not logical explanations as to why he had stopped keeping contact. Even still, the younger felt like he was being attacked by the older, like he was being blamed for all the events occuring now. But... in a way, it was, wasn't it?
"You have nothing to say, Xian Hua?"
"... No," Henry started, "No I don't. I'm sorry Zhou Mi."
"Hmm. I forgive you, but you see, given the circumstances," Zhou Mi stated, "We aren't friends anymore, Xian Hua. I'm here to rub my stardom in your face. Cause, you see, when you decided to stop talking to me, I became famous already. And because you decided to stop, it ended our friendship, didn't it? So, 'Xian Hua Violin Prodigy,' don't you feel bad about missing out on something great you could've had?"
By then, the whole media had arrived: News stations, radio stations, tabloids, all came pouring out of their vans that were parked in the middle of the road, blocking all incoming transportation that approached the area. Reporters came popping out between Zhou Mi's bodyguard's arms and legs, as they held out their microphones begging for their questions to be asked. ("Zhou Mi, who is this boy you're talking to?" "Zhou Mi, are you two having an argument?" "Zhou Mi!" "Zhou Mi, please look here!")
Bright camera flashes came left and right, front and back as Zhou Mi turned towards each camera with a smile on his face, waving his hand at both the reporters and the various fangirls who held their cellphones out, anxious to get a picture of him for bragging rights. Henry, however, , guilty and dumbstruck, remained there, staring at the ground in shame. Not once did he think that being friends once more with Zhou Mi would earn him popularity and free stuff, he simply just wanted to see his friend's face again. And what did he get out of this? A slap in the face. Since when did Zhou Mi get so arrogant? ... Oh right, he was famous now.
Zhou Mi turned once again towards Henry and used his hand to ruffle Henry's hair once more, a habit he used to do often, even when they were younger. When the younger looked back up, Zhou Mi had already begun to walk away towards his limo, his back turned towards Henry as he waved his hand goodbye.
"Have a nice life, Xian Hua. Maybe I'll see you around, but who knows." As he opened the limo door to get in, Henry noticed another young man already sitting and relaxing in there, with his elbow on the car's side and head resting on his hand as he looked towards Henry's direction, smirking as Zhou Mi took a seat next to the man. As the body guards followed Zhou Mi as he got in, Henry could just barely hear Zhou Mi and the other man's conversation. ("Zhou Mi-ah, is that the boy you were talking about?" "Yes, Shiyuan." "Cuuuuute. You told him off?" "Haha, I guess you can say that." "I swear, you can be such a dick Zhou Mi. Making a cute kid like that depressed.") Zhou Mi took one last look at Henry, and laughed arrogantly before the bodyguards closed the door. As the limo drove away, the various fans surrounding the area began to approach Henry, asking him questions, yelling at him, snapping their cameras at his direction so he was blinded by the flashes. Donghae, who had been sitting on the ground during the whole ordeal, finally realized it was safe to come up from his "hiding" place to help his friend. He grabbed his Henry and pulled him away from the mob as the boy just stood there with tears starting to form in his eyes at the realization of the whole situation. Donghae grabbed Henry's violin as he hurriedly tried to put it back in the case, with great care, grabbed their stuff, and started walking off while pulling on Henry's wrist to follow, pushing away the sea of people out of his way.
When the media and fans figured they weren't going to say anything back from then on, they accepted defeat, and soon, the crowd had disappeared to go home, to tell their friends, to tell the internet about what in the world had just happened.
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Once they got back to their apartment, Henry took off his shoes and simply just crawled under his sheets without taking a shower, changing clothes, or anything that was in the "Henry Lau daily routine." Although it irked Donghae to see Henry just sleep in his bed all sweaty and stinky from earlier, he understood how much the day had worn him out. Having one of the most famous guys in Asia tell you off, who happened to be
your best friend many years ago, and having hundreds of people witnessing the whole moment, and then thousands of people who are probably going to watch it on TV, the internet, or YouTube the next day wasn't a great thought. (Lucky for Donghae who was just referred to
as "the hot Korean guy in the back who's friends with the guy Zhou Mi was yelling at.")
Donghae took his shower, and as the hot water drenched his head, then his body, he thought about all the things that were going to happen to the two now. Well, they obviously couldn't do their act anymore, that was for sure. He didn't think Henry would be able to go outside anymore either, considering everyone probably plastered his face all over the internet by now. He thought hard, and couldn't think of anything but negative things that were going to happen. Oh god, the anti-fans.
After he was finished with the shower, he examined Henry's bed. Snoring, drooling, yep. Henry Lau is definitely asleep. It was still a bit early for Donghae to even considering sleeping, considering it was still summer vacation, and no one (other than a really tired Henry Lau) goes to bed at 9pm. Normally around this time, he and Henry would go down to the cafe across the street together and grab a bite to eat. But seeing how Henry was sleeping, Donghae didn't know what to do.
But he definitely knew that he was hungry, and that didn't know enough Chinese to go alone.
He went ahead anyways.
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As he entered, the waitresses recognized his face immediately (both as a regular customer and as "the Korean guy who's friends with the guy Zhou Mi was yelling at"), and seated him near his favorite giant TV, curious to where the "other boy" was. When sometime passed by, she came
to ask if he had wanted anything to drink (which he remembered hearing Henry always replied with "chaa?"), and Donghae repeated the word, and she smiled and headed off to the kitchen to bring him some tea.
Donghae sat for about 10 minutes, sipping his tea and staring blankly at the TV while trying to think again- in which he didn't get very far in his thoughts until he was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder from the man sitting in the table beside him. He shook his head to clear his
thoughts.
"Huh?" He turned towards the stranger in confusion. He really hoped this guy didn't recognize his face from TV or something. He wasn't
prepared to deal with those people right now.
"Hey, you... you're that kid, aren't you?"
"Kid?" Donghae replied in Korean, "... Wait, did you just speak Korean to me?"
"Yes, I can tell. You're Lee Donghae, right? The one with Xian Hua or whatever his name?"
"... Yeah?" Donghae turned his head. This guy was a total weirdo for remembering his full name.
"I think I can help you with your problem."
"My problem? What? How would you know if I had a problem? I don't have a problem." He didn't make it seem that obvious, did he?
The dark haired man sighed before whacking Donghae on the head out of frustration.
"Everyone knows that the Xian Hua kid, your friend, is probably on the top list of the 'hated' people among Zhou Mi's fanbase. He betrayed his
friendship and only wanted to be friends with the 'almighty Zhou Mi' just so he could get fame. Everyone thinks he's just a shallow loser, and now your friend is depressed and probably on the brink of committing suicide."
"... Yes? I think? What? How do you know?" Donghae asked, dumbstruck by this man's straightforwardness.
"I can help you." Donghae looked at this stranger in the eye, noticing his lips curling into a smile when the two made contact.
"Wait, what? How?" Donghae asked, a bit suspicious.
"I know Zhou Mi. I can get those two to make up, trust me."
"... You know Zhou Mi?" The stranger nodded his head.
"Yes."
"... Wait," Donghae asked, finally understanding the situation, "What's the catch? There's gotta be a catch, there's always a catch."
"Mmmm," The other hummed to himself, thinking as Donghae stared at him impatiently, "You like your friend right?"
"WHAT-- NO, don't get me wrong. Henry's my friend and all, but I never had a crush on him or anythi--"
"Ugh," He sighed, whacking Donghae on the head once more, "Lemme just summarize this. You don't want your friend to be hated by everyone, because he's your friend. So, if I asked you to do anything I wanted, I will get Zhou Mi to talk to Xian Hua, and the two will make up,
and life will be happy again. Okay?"
He pondered to himself. At first the idea seemed 100% A-OK, but then he thought about it. Anything the stranger wanted? But now... which mattered more? His pride as a man or his best friend's reputation?
"Fine. Whatever you can do," Donghae started, "Do it. Help Henry, he really needs it. I don't want him to never leave the room again because
people will recognize his face and hate him or do awful stuff to him. So whatever you want," He paused for a second, thinking it over again, "... I'll do it."
"Good boy," the other man smirked, "Then it's a deal. I'll talk to Zhou Mi, and you do what I need. Clean up my house, make me some money, entertain me, the works?" Donghae nodded once more, trying not to think about it too hard so he wouldn't change his mind later, as the man grabbed a napkin and a pen from his jacket pocket and offered it to Donghae.
"Your number." Donghae hesitated, but he knew he couldn't lie or weasel out of this. He scribbled his cellphone number as fast as he could and handed it back to the other man.
"Thank you for cooperating. You can trust me, don't worry. I'll call you once I talk to Zhou Mi." The man got out of his seat and proceeded to walk towards the exit before turning once more to meet eyes with Donghae.
"Name's Choi Shiwon. Good night my little fishy, say hi to your friend for me." He smirked, before disappearing into the dark streets.
Donghae's head dropped to the table as he covered the back of his head with his hands. Anything for Henry, he repeated in his mind.
Anything for Henry.
-------- to be continued --------
readers, i'm so sorry this took so long!
honestly, i got this done two months ago (in around july) while I was on vacation so it was resting in my flash drive.
when i got home (last month), my flash drive broke. YEAH and I had a massive brain fart when trying to remember when everything happened and how it happened.
so... parts are a little BS'd. sorry about that, hopefully it's not THAT horrible. :((
four members of SJ-M down, three to go! :]
i have an idea what to do with them, but i'm not entirely sure at the moment haha.
a bit more on donghae's past in the next chapter, i think.