Super Junior - { drabble - love anecdotes }
title: Super Junior - { drabble - love anecdotes }
pairing: Hankyung/Heechul, Kyuhyun/Sungmin,Kibum/Donghae, Yesung/Ryeowook
rating: PG-13 college!au
love anecdotes
Hankyung/Heechul | 285 words
“Hyung,” says Siwon stiffling a yawn. “You realize it’s three o’clock right? In the morning?” Hankyung doesn’t even to hear as he continues looking around in the karaoke room they had vacated just a few hours ago; they had just stood outside of the room for about 20 minutes waiting for its latest occupants to leave.
“ Yes, I do know,” says Hankyung absently. “But this is an absolute emergency. My Korean isn’t good enough to say my boyfriend will kill me by ripping my balls out so please let me in for free.”
“Heechul hyung will never do that to you,” says Siwon, rolling his eyes and moving to flip over a few cushions in a attempt to help. “I mean, yes he will, but it’s not practical-“
“If its not practical, it’s realistic,” says Hankyung, moving a few empty beer mugs desparately.
Siwon didn’t say anything but suppressed another yawn, and checking behind the karaoke machines. “What exactly are we looking for again?”
“Something,” mutters Hankyung darkly, looking behind the seats. And then suddenly he spies a dark looking shape just under on e of the table legs.
“Did you find it?” asks Siwon has Hankyung clearly lets out a sigh of relief and starts examining the thing that Siwon still has no idea what it is. “Do you mind telling me what it is so that I feel the slightest bed from being dragged up this early?”
Smiling, Hankyung holds out in his hand, a very tattered black cloth with two strings on opposite sides and then Siwon finally realizes that it is a mask.
“Wait,” starts Siwon. “Is that-“
“Yeah,” says Hankyung, stuffing it gently back in his pocket. “It is.”
Kibum/Donghae | Kyuhyun/Sungmin | 412words
“Uh,” says Kibum. “Thanks?”
“You’re welcome,” chirps Donghae cheerily, and bouncing back and forth on his heels.
“Is there a reason why you just gave me a balloon?” asked Kibum.
“Balloons are fun!” squeaks Donghae before he rushes out of the room.
Weird, thinks Kibum.
He feels rather like an idiot, carrying a balloon out of the cafeteria. By the time he’s gotten to Sungmin’s house, he’s gotten 3 catcalls, 2 people whistle at him and a pair of twins asking him if they could have the pink pretty balloon.
“So, can I have the balloon?” asks Sungmin, painting his toenails pink and ignoring his bulging backpack behind him.
“Uh. I don’t think so,” says Kibum, shifting his math book a little away from the desk lamp. “I mean Donghae gave it to me.”
“And why would Donghae give you a balloon?” says Kyuhyun suddenly, walking into the kitchen in just a pair of sweatpants with an empty bowl and a spoon. Sungmin pauses to tug at his pants before Kyuhyun sighs and drops down to give him a kiss.
“I have no idea.” Says Kibum scratching his head. “What would I do with a balloon? What would YOU do with a balloon?”
“Uh, pop them?” says Kyuhyun seriously.
“Why would I pop it?”
“Why would you NOT pop it?” asks Kyuhyun just as seriously as Sungmin snorts.
Kibum stops to think for a minute. On one hand, it was a gift, one from Donghae at that. Donghae was the type of person who would freak out at the smallest things. Like last year, he actually knit Heechul a scarf, the one that Heechul only wore because it had a hole big enough to put your foot through. And that time when Donghae gave Eeteuk a shirt and then Kangin mistook it for that stuff you wrap kitty litter in and used it as a kitchen rag. Kibum’s still thinking what he would do when Kyuhyun reaches over with Kibum’s pen and pops it.
“Yah!” says Kibum, a bit shocked as pink pieces fall to the ground but then, something else also falls to the ground.
“Dude,” says Sungmin, interested. “A ring just fell out of your balloon!”
“And a note!” says Kyuhyun, reaching over to pick it up.
“What the fuck?” thinks Kibum.
“Will you go out with me?” reads Kyuhyun and then he laughs so hard he can’t finish the rest of the note. “That is so Donghae.”
Kibum sighs.
Ryeowook/Yesung | 332 words
Ryeowook was the organized type. He had a habit of color coding his notebooks by class and an arsenal of supplies so god forbid if any one ever forgot a calculator needed spare notebook paper.
“I don’t even know what I would without you,gege” groans Henry, slinking next to him in the library, grabbing one of Ryeowook’s pencils.
“You’re studying music theory and composing,” says Ryeowook, engrossed in his textbook, and flips another page. “Why wouldn’t you bring your own pencils?” Even though there were programs you could use to make sheet music these days, Ryeowook still thought that a pencil and paper were more traditional.
“I don’t use pencils,” says Henry petulantly, scribbling away. “They make marks and get graphite everywhere and its gross.”
“That’s what erasers are for,” remarks Ryeowook and goes off on a rant about being prepared.
Henry interrupts him at one point asking when this OCD thing with school supplies happened.
Ryeowook shrugs. “I remember in 1st grade, 4th grader with stupidly dyed hair had detention in the library during our class. And he came up to me and asked for a pencil and I didn’t have one.”
“Not much you could do in the library with a pencil , ge” snickers Henry.
“Well,” says Ryeowook. “I started freaking out which made that kid more freaked out and by the time the teacher gave us lollipops we were good friends.”
“Why do I feel like a kid listening to his mother’s love story?” asked Henry while Ryeowook glared at him again. “You asked.”
“Uh excuse me?” says a voice and Ryeowook / Henry both look up to see a boy with messy dirty blonde hair and headphones around his neck.
“Can I borrow a pencil?” he asks and then stops. “Oh hey Henry.”
“Yesung!” says Henry, grinning and holds his hand out for a handshake.
“So whatever happened to that kid?” asks Henry once Yesung’s gone on his way again and he and Ryeowook were alone again.
“He moved away,” said Ryeowook humming something he just wrote.
pairing: Hankyung/Heechul, Kyuhyun/Sungmin,Kibum/Donghae, Yesung/Ryeowook
rating: PG-13 college!au
love anecdotes
Hankyung/Heechul | 285 words
“Hyung,” says Siwon stiffling a yawn. “You realize it’s three o’clock right? In the morning?” Hankyung doesn’t even to hear as he continues looking around in the karaoke room they had vacated just a few hours ago; they had just stood outside of the room for about 20 minutes waiting for its latest occupants to leave.
“ Yes, I do know,” says Hankyung absently. “But this is an absolute emergency. My Korean isn’t good enough to say my boyfriend will kill me by ripping my balls out so please let me in for free.”
“Heechul hyung will never do that to you,” says Siwon, rolling his eyes and moving to flip over a few cushions in a attempt to help. “I mean, yes he will, but it’s not practical-“
“If its not practical, it’s realistic,” says Hankyung, moving a few empty beer mugs desparately.
Siwon didn’t say anything but suppressed another yawn, and checking behind the karaoke machines. “What exactly are we looking for again?”
“Something,” mutters Hankyung darkly, looking behind the seats. And then suddenly he spies a dark looking shape just under on e of the table legs.
“Did you find it?” asks Siwon has Hankyung clearly lets out a sigh of relief and starts examining the thing that Siwon still has no idea what it is. “Do you mind telling me what it is so that I feel the slightest bed from being dragged up this early?”
Smiling, Hankyung holds out in his hand, a very tattered black cloth with two strings on opposite sides and then Siwon finally realizes that it is a mask.
“Wait,” starts Siwon. “Is that-“
“Yeah,” says Hankyung, stuffing it gently back in his pocket. “It is.”
Kibum/Donghae | Kyuhyun/Sungmin | 412words
“Uh,” says Kibum. “Thanks?”
“You’re welcome,” chirps Donghae cheerily, and bouncing back and forth on his heels.
“Is there a reason why you just gave me a balloon?” asked Kibum.
“Balloons are fun!” squeaks Donghae before he rushes out of the room.
Weird, thinks Kibum.
He feels rather like an idiot, carrying a balloon out of the cafeteria. By the time he’s gotten to Sungmin’s house, he’s gotten 3 catcalls, 2 people whistle at him and a pair of twins asking him if they could have the pink pretty balloon.
“So, can I have the balloon?” asks Sungmin, painting his toenails pink and ignoring his bulging backpack behind him.
“Uh. I don’t think so,” says Kibum, shifting his math book a little away from the desk lamp. “I mean Donghae gave it to me.”
“And why would Donghae give you a balloon?” says Kyuhyun suddenly, walking into the kitchen in just a pair of sweatpants with an empty bowl and a spoon. Sungmin pauses to tug at his pants before Kyuhyun sighs and drops down to give him a kiss.
“I have no idea.” Says Kibum scratching his head. “What would I do with a balloon? What would YOU do with a balloon?”
“Uh, pop them?” says Kyuhyun seriously.
“Why would I pop it?”
“Why would you NOT pop it?” asks Kyuhyun just as seriously as Sungmin snorts.
Kibum stops to think for a minute. On one hand, it was a gift, one from Donghae at that. Donghae was the type of person who would freak out at the smallest things. Like last year, he actually knit Heechul a scarf, the one that Heechul only wore because it had a hole big enough to put your foot through. And that time when Donghae gave Eeteuk a shirt and then Kangin mistook it for that stuff you wrap kitty litter in and used it as a kitchen rag. Kibum’s still thinking what he would do when Kyuhyun reaches over with Kibum’s pen and pops it.
“Yah!” says Kibum, a bit shocked as pink pieces fall to the ground but then, something else also falls to the ground.
“Dude,” says Sungmin, interested. “A ring just fell out of your balloon!”
“And a note!” says Kyuhyun, reaching over to pick it up.
“What the fuck?” thinks Kibum.
“Will you go out with me?” reads Kyuhyun and then he laughs so hard he can’t finish the rest of the note. “That is so Donghae.”
Kibum sighs.
Ryeowook/Yesung | 332 words
Ryeowook was the organized type. He had a habit of color coding his notebooks by class and an arsenal of supplies so god forbid if any one ever forgot a calculator needed spare notebook paper.
“I don’t even know what I would without you,gege” groans Henry, slinking next to him in the library, grabbing one of Ryeowook’s pencils.
“You’re studying music theory and composing,” says Ryeowook, engrossed in his textbook, and flips another page. “Why wouldn’t you bring your own pencils?” Even though there were programs you could use to make sheet music these days, Ryeowook still thought that a pencil and paper were more traditional.
“I don’t use pencils,” says Henry petulantly, scribbling away. “They make marks and get graphite everywhere and its gross.”
“That’s what erasers are for,” remarks Ryeowook and goes off on a rant about being prepared.
Henry interrupts him at one point asking when this OCD thing with school supplies happened.
Ryeowook shrugs. “I remember in 1st grade, 4th grader with stupidly dyed hair had detention in the library during our class. And he came up to me and asked for a pencil and I didn’t have one.”
“Not much you could do in the library with a pencil , ge” snickers Henry.
“Well,” says Ryeowook. “I started freaking out which made that kid more freaked out and by the time the teacher gave us lollipops we were good friends.”
“Why do I feel like a kid listening to his mother’s love story?” asked Henry while Ryeowook glared at him again. “You asked.”
“Uh excuse me?” says a voice and Ryeowook / Henry both look up to see a boy with messy dirty blonde hair and headphones around his neck.
“Can I borrow a pencil?” he asks and then stops. “Oh hey Henry.”
“Yesung!” says Henry, grinning and holds his hand out for a handshake.
“So whatever happened to that kid?” asks Henry once Yesung’s gone on his way again and he and Ryeowook were alone again.
“He moved away,” said Ryeowook humming something he just wrote.