Not A Supernatural One
Title: Not A Supernatural One
Characters: Kibum, Yesung, all Super Junior members
Pairing(s): KiSung, ninja!KyuMin, ninja!KangTeuk, ninja!EunHae
Genre: Fluff, Crack
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. I own nothing but the story and the plot.
Note: Inspired by adorable Kim Kibum wearing Whystyle's necklace.
“Thank you for the hard work today! See you tomorrow!”
Various replies of warm and polite greetings were heard from his staff and crew. Kibum walked to his awaiting car, in which his manager and assistant were also inside.
“Kibum-ah, tonight you are going to the dorm,” manager Sayong said, didn’t even lift his eyes from his iPad. Game tone of Super Mario emitted from the gadget the long haired man was clutching.
“Why the dorm? I want to go straight to bed and have my beautiful sleep. Do you think those noisy people at the dorm will ever let me sleep, hyung?” Kibum protested, taking a seat comfortably on the shotgun.
“They said there’s a huge chaos in the dorm, Kibum-hyung. I didn’t really get it but Donghae-ssi was actually screaming to your phone a few minutes ago…” his assistant Jumong answered from the backseat. Poor bulky young man was half-buried in a pile of the actor’s clothes and makeup boxes.
Seeing Jumong’s state, Kibum reminded himself to throw those used clothes to the dry cleaner as soon as he get back from the (apparently) chaosed dorm. He didn’t expect Jumong to do that job all by himself because apparently, guy’s a little slow… Although was sexy and bulky, of course.
“What else are those guys getting themselves into?” The actor sighed to himself, resting his back to the seat. Then he tilted his head to his manager beside him, who was too absorbed to the game, eyes dilating from left to the right into the wide screen of his gadget. “Hyung!” He called. “Let’s go, why do you still play Mario these days? Geez, it’s so twenty years ago,” Kibum rolled his eyes then grabbed some M&Ms from the dashboard.
“When I was little,” Sayong starts, eyes still fully glaring at the screen and made him look like a lunatic, “I could never finish this game. Like really. All my friends were able to save the princess after defeating the dragon using fireballs but I always died during the jumps on that high-high, greeny place…”
“Whoa, I pity you, hyung,” Jumong said with pure concern on his face, as Kibum saw him from the rearview mirror. “At least my Mario had always been able to enter the castle…”
Sayong threw a glare to the youngest man behind him. That’s the first time he’s actually converting his eyes from his game in a full five minutes. “If you were so smart, why do you just let all those dirty laundy bury you alive, then, Mr Mario?”
“Ah, it’s really comfortable in here Hyung. These clothes are so fluffy under my body. Why don’t you try yourself? Sit here for a while,” the assistant answered. “But it’s actually a bit stinks…”
Kibum rolled his eyes once more. “That’s because they are dirty, Jumong-ah! I sweated, okay?” He barked. “You are supposed to bring all of them to the dry cleaner inside a plastic bag instead of turning them into your personal sofas…”
Sayong let out a strange noise from the back of his throat, as his attempt to stop himself from laughing. “I wonder why Jumong is assigned to you Kibum-ah. If I don’t know better, I would’ve thought SM hates you or something,” his voice was an octave lower than usual in hope that Jumong wouldn’t hear them.
“Who knows, it maybe is true,” Kibum sarcastically said as he noms over his chocolate buttons. “But I don’t care. It’s too late anyway and I can’t escape.”
“Hmm, you’re right, we’re stuck into each other for the rest of our lives,” the long-haired manager snorted. “Talk about SM, let’s go to their moneymaker’s dorm,” he turned off the game and put his iPad inside his postman bag, then searched for the car key.
“I hope this visit will be worth it,” Kibum snuffled a yawn using his fist. “I swear if Jongwoon hyung isn’t there, I will throw a fit myself for they’re ruining my resting time.”
The car started to left the shooting location, and Kibum almost started to fall asleep if only Jumong didn’t blurt, “But I think Donghae-ssi said the chaos was because of Yesung-ssi.”
A sneaky smile passed the handsome actor’s lips. “Sweet,” he stretched his hand while yawning boastfully. “Aaahhh I better take a good nap for a while before we get there. If Jongwoon hyung’s in this, it’ll be too interesting for me to pass!”
“But why didn’t your boyfriend call you himself instead of Donghae?” Sayong’s question snapped Kibum who was setting his car seat to lean comfortably there.
“God only knows what’s in the head of that turtle,” Kibum chuckled. “He was fine when I called him this afternoon, though.”
“Could it be… that Yesung-ssi is possessed by a ghost, hyung?” Jumong hesitantly asked.
Kibum spared his assistant a little glance from the rearview mirror. That young man was leaning to what Kibum recognized was his red and white plaid shirt he wore for a photo session about a week ago. He lifted his brows at how genuinely comfortable Jumong actually seemed. The assistant’s thick brows were knitted as he glanced outside the window to Seoul’s citylights with an empty stare.
“No, apparently Kangin hyung and Heechul hyung had him checked by a shaman about a month before debut,” Kibum casually answered.
Jumong shifted his position a bit and leaned himself towards Kibum. “But that’s not what Donghae-ssi seemed to feel on that phone call,” he whispered. “Shamans might be wrong.”
Jumong’s voice sent a thrill down Kibum’s spine but Sayong’s brutal laughter threw him back to sanity.
“Do you still have your inner shaman ability intact, Jumong-ah?” The manager successfully managed to sniffle his own laugh. “You have to see Yesung-ssi by yourself then. Will be interesting.”
“Yes hyung, apparently my grandpa’s supernatural ability is passed through me, but funny thing is… my mother didn’t get any!” Jumong beamed happily.
“Go get some rest, Jumong-ah…” Kibum said before the wants to choke his own assistant using a hundreds of M&Ms peanuts button win.
“O Sayong hyung, haven’t I told you that I found a really strong supernatural amulet yesterday? Whoah, that’s the strongest thing ever. The power gave me this strength of not feeling tired at all this whole day!”
“Amulet, what amulet?” Sayong smirked to Kibum who simply shook his head and trying to close his eyes.
“A necklace. I just found it in my door handle. I guess God sent it to me personally,” enthusiastically the youngest of the three rambled. “The most interesting thing is… I found it in a very ungodly hour,” he lowers his voice again, and nodded his head solemnly.
“Are you sure it’s not an amulet of which the only power is stealing your brain away, or something like that?”
“Of course not! Look at this, Hyung.”
Kibum took a look at the amulet his assistant was showing him out of his gentleman attitude for a second. He then thanked God for his comfortable seat and leaned his fatigued body in bliss. Put on his earphones, he blared his music loudly (mainly Jongwoon’s solo songs) to his ears and tried to block the small whispers and grunts from his two companions.
***
All the members of Super Junior were on all fours, except for a certain maknae who eyed the views of his hyungs crouching all over the 11th floor’s dorm. He shook his head and rolled his eyes before tried to sneakily open his own bedroom and buried himself under bunch of his blankets.
“Yah, Cho Kyuhyun! Get back here!” Kangin’s voice echoed all over the small bedroom of the youngest active member. “Don’t you realize how important this is for Yesung-hyung?”
Kyuhyun let his head appeared from the pile of blankets, eyeing Kangin with disbelieve. “Hyung, do you know how silly this is? I can’t believe you’re siding with Yesung-hyung! I thought you still have your sanity intact.”
But the older man put his index finger over his lips and shushed Kyuhyun down. “Ssshh!! If any of them hear us, we’ll get into trouble!” then Kangin threw himself into the fluffy pile of the maknae’s blankets all over the bed.
“Yesung hyung’s crazy. It’s just a Whystyle necklace. He could always sneak another one anytime. They are all his anyway,” Kyuhyun grumbled from underneath Kangin, tried so hard not to kick his bulky hyung down because he was crushing his lanky body. “And by the way it’s so expected from you, Kangin hyung, masking your betrayal with your loud voice…”
“But he has the power now. We are nothing but his slaves,” Kangin hissed. “Why is he still older than me… I don’t have to do this low betrayal like you because I’m the group’s father. Had Leeteuk seen me sneaking away like this, he’ll kill me in shame.”
“And Ryeowook is crying already over the lost necklace. Oh man he’s such a loyal minion of Yesung,” Kyuhyun tried to inched himself out of Kangin’s lethal heavy body on top of him. “Hyung you’re heavier than a truck, I swear. Get off!”
Oh, it was a little louder then what he meant.
Without saying anything, Kangin rolled his body away from the poor maknae in hurry. “Ssssh! You stupid. Ryeowook can hear you, he was right in front of your door you know!”
But it’s too late. There’s a movement on the doorknob and before Kangin could ever following Kyuhyun’s steps of self protection-burying his head under the blanket, Ryeowook’s curious head popped from the door.
“Ya! You two better get off of the bed and help Yesung-hyung find his necklace, now!”
Ryeowook with both hands on the hips glared at the hyung and the dongsaeng who were in the most pitiful state and crushed dignity. But both Kyuhyun and Kangin couldn’t say anything tacky in return, seeing the continuously cascading tears over the eternal maknae’s cheeks.
“Kangin-hyung, how could you do this? Where’s your dignity?” Ryeowook sobs. “Leeteuk hyung will totally find out about this, and he’ll chop your balls,” he said before stormed out of the room.
“Freaking minion…” Kangin growled.
“Ya! I hear you hyung! Wait until I write a letter to Leeteuk hyung!”
Shivering from head to toe, Kangin got himself out of the room with Kyuhyun lazily trailed behind him.
“Oh, come on, guys! Let’s find the damn necklace and end all this horrible crouching activity already!” Sungmin yelled at them.
“Hyung, what does it like, again?” all the people in the room found Donghae from under the dining table, eyes and mouth opened equally wide. “I forget…”
In a normal situation Yesung would surely kiss his favorite dongsaeng’s cheek because he was just so adorable looking lost like that. But he was currently sitting on the sofa, crying himself, with puffy eyes, ragged breath and all with Ryeowook caressed his back to calm him down.
“Donghae-hyung, please! How many times do we have to tell you already?” Ryeowook glared at him. “It’s a Whystyle necklace with a small, red and round eyeglass pendant.”
“Oh, okay, I will definitely remember, this time!” Donghae beamed before his head disappeared under the table.
Kyuhyun chose to get away from the scene before his snarky comments slipped from his mouth and get himself into trouble.
He saw Siwon was busying himself searching in the most ungodly place, the shoe shelf. Sometimes the tall man had to scrunch his face, mostly when he had to lift the socks of a certain dancing machine.
‘Here’s another loyal minion,’ Kyuhyun cursed in his head.
“Hey, Kyu, “ Siwon had realized that the maknae’s there. “Come here and help me. I thought the necklace probably fell down when Yesung hyung went home this morning from Kibum’s apartment. He said he had a rough and hot night with his boyfriend and that’s probably why he forgot about where he put his necklace, because it fell here!”
“Good analysis, Hyung. You are the brain of our group,” Kyuhyun said flatly. “Let me get my rubber glove first. I don’t want to get infected because of Eunhyuk-hyung’s socks.”
With that being said, Kyuhyun disappeared from Siwon’s view, and praising himself when he managed to think that searching in Yesung’s spare bedroom probably was more important.
He opened Yesung’s room and found that Eunhyuk’s already there, busily re-arranging things on the shelf. Yesung used to put all his jewelleries there but now since the main vocalist had left the dorm to live with his parents, all the 11th floor’s members were using the room for storaging their comics. Even some of Sungmin’s red ginseng could also be seen.
“Hyung you are supposed to find the necklace, not re-arranging this shelf,” Kyuhyun commented.
“But I can’t help it Kyu-ah, my internal instinct to always maintain places clean are itching seeing all this mess,” Eunhyuk with a pink duster-probably was Sungmin’s-on his hand answered. “Go check on the bed if you’re to search for the necklace. I haven’t check on it.”
‘Internal instinct my ass, more like maternal,’ Kyuhyun sighed. But afterall, searching on the bed was still better than the shoe shelf, right? At least there was slim to no chance of him to stumble into bacteria-infected socks. With a brand new look of determination on his face, Kyuhyun prayed before he started searching. Let someone find that freaking necklace as soon as possible so that he could snuggle on the bed with his Minnie faster.
***
Sayong woke Kibum up after what it felt to be a minute nap to the actor. “We’re here. Go find your queen. Good luck with the chaos, though.”
Kibum sleepily proceeded to the 11th floor after Sayong and Jumong went away to his apartment. “This better be good, Jongwoon, or you have to do that geisha cosplay tomorrow night,” Kibum smirked to himself, watching his own messy reflections over the lift’s glass walls.
Siwon opened the door for him and Kibum couldn’t help but laughing out loud seeing the athletic’s man poor state just now. Siwon only on his singlet and short shorts was still carrying one of Eunhyuk’s socks in his hand, but right after hearing his dongsaeng’s roaring laugh, he quickly pressed his hand into Kibum’s mouth.
“Hey, don’t laugh! There’s a sad person in the dorm!” He then freed the startled Kibum from his tight grasp while the younger man scrunched his nose in recognizing the smell of the sock. “You, out of all people should’ve known! Go to Yesung hyung, he’s in the living room.”
“What happened?”
“He lost his necklace, and he’s going crazy because of that, I don’t quite understand,” Siwon answered while returning the shoes carelessly all over the shelf. “Apparently the necklace is not here,” he concluded, more to himself than Kibum.
Without waiting much longer Kibum ran to the livingroom and found his baby crawled on the floor before the creamy-colored sofa. In a normal situation, he would more likely enjoy the sight of his lover’s cute little butt like that, but suddenly he heard a scream.
“Kyaa! Hyung, Kibum is here! Oh Kibum is here!”
Ryeowook was the suspect, squealing like a fangirl upon seeing Yesung’s boyfriend’s standing before Yesung. But there’s something that’s not right painted in the vocalist’s face. Is it… fear?
Before Kibum even got to say hi to Yesung, Ryeowook had approached Yesung and whispered to the oldest man’s ear in panic motions. Left Kibum dumbfounded.
“Hyung, what are you doing?” Kibum chose to get his boyfriend’s attention away from Ryeowook.
In a slow motion, Yesung turned his head upon hearing the familiar voice. Kibum thought it was so cute that Jongwoon’s face was abashed, flushed red with both of his eyes were almost popped out from the sockets.
“Do you have a problem? May I help?” Kibum threw his mega-watt smile to the still crawling man in front of him.
Yesung looked at Ryeowook once more, fear in his face. That small face of his was turning redder. Ryeowook nodded at his beloved hyung with determination on his face.
And apparently upon hearing Kibum’s voice, all the other members present were coming to the livingroom. Shindong came still wearing the slippers because he’s searching all over the bathroom. Kangin and Sungmin came from the wardrobe, sweating all over the place (because there’s no air conditioner inside the wardrobe). Kyuhyun and Eunhyuk both clutched comic books in their hands with guilty smiles over their faces. Donghae looked so stupid pulling his head from under the dining table, God knew what he’d been doing there for a long time already. Siwon stood behind Kibum, left behind an apparently super messy shoe shelf.
“Um… i…” Yesung said but all the other members present except Ryeowook were glaring at him. “I mean, we… are searching for something,” he said with a guilty look over all of his dongsaengs. “But it’s not important,” Yesung added quickly, making Kyuhyun almost throwing his comic book to the turtle lover before Eunhyuk held him down.
“Later,” Eunhyuk whispered. “We can kill him together. But only when Bummie’s not here.”
“We are searching over Yesung hyung’s necklace,” Sungmin said, seeing what his lover almost did to Yesung. “He lost it last night.”
“And it’s not only a necklace, it’s a special necklace. That’s why he was throwing a fit, crying and stuff, until we were entitled to help him,” everyone glared at Kyuhyun for his snarky comments, but the maknae just smirked, and looking more evil than usual.
“Yah Kyuhyun-ah, Kibum is not supposed to know that the necklace is a special necklace,” came Donghae’s voice. He’d gotten himself out from under the dining table, walking to Yesung.
Yesung and his right hand, Ryeowook, facepalmed.
“Oh really, what is this special-necklace-that-Kibum-is-not-supposed-to-know, Jongwoon-ah?” Kibum asked with a low voice.
Yesung knew right then that he’s in trouble. He’s in trouble everytime Kibum called him ‘Jongwoon-ah’ instead of ‘hyung’ or ‘baby’.
“Is it a gift from someone Kibum’s not supposed to know?”
Instead of giving the couple some privacy, all of Yesung’s dongsaengs were taking their respective seat on the sofas in front of the couple, watching them from the comfortable distance. Shindong and Kangin who weren’t fast enough, forced to sit on the floor. Eunhyuk and Donghae were already sharing some Kleenex and shed their upcoming tears.
“I feel like I’m watching a soap opera,” Shindong whispered to Kangin.
“It’s like Yesung is a battered wife and Kibum’s the abusive husband,” Siwon added from the top of Kangin’s head.
“But Yesung hyung didn’t do anything wrong!” Ryeowook apparently couldn’t help from returning to his favorite position when watching all of his favorite dramas on TV, leaning against the armrest of the sofa.
“Wookie-ah aren’t you Yesung hyung’s sidekick? Why are you here and not there crouching in front of Kibum?” Kangin asked.
“Shut up you all, or we might miss something,” Kyuhyun hissed. Eyes were firmly nailed onto Yesung and Kibum.
Sungmin dimmed the light of the room using the remote control. The room was dim now. Shindong silently munch to a jar of popcorn he found just materialized in front of him. All the spectators were silent and expecting.
“It’s not like that… I know it sounded so wrong being said like that by Donghae…” Yesung finally answered to his boyfriend.
“Oh come on, then tell me why is that necklace so important, that you even had all of your dongsaengs help you?” Kibum grew impatient. Because why in the world would his Jongwoon cried over a necklace? Moreover, that he’s not supposed to know about the said item? Wasn’t it strange?
“It’s a surprise present for you,” Yesung said with a low voice. “But I lost it last night.”
Kibum’s brows knitted in still suspicion. “Really?”
Yesung sighed, face looked like he’s defeated. “It’s true. You can ask all of the members if you won’t believe me.”
“Really, guys?” Kibum asked all the spectators. His facial expression gradually changed to be more cheerful every second passed by, but there’s no answer from all the other members. “Guys, is that true, that the necklace is a gift for me?”
Shindong was still munching on his popcorn, but other than him, none of the other members seemed to move any muscle. They were just concentrating on… watching.
“Guys!”
“Wha… what?” Ryeowook, a.k.a the loyal minion, was the first to recovered from the trance. “You’re talking to us, Bummie?”
Kibum facepalmed. These guys are impossible, he cursed inside his mind.
“Yes, the necklace is for you. There are ‘love love’ and numbers all over it,” said Donghae before anyone could restrain him from saying anything. The favorite dongsaeng of Yesung clutched his Kleenex and tattered it into small pieces, with his lover crying silently beside him. “Stop snapping on Yesung-hyung, now please, Kibummie? Hyukkie is crying.”
All eyes were on Eunhyuk in pity now but Kibum felt like he’s on the cloud nine upon hearing what Donghae just said. “Aww, really baby? A necklace with ‘love love’ all over it?” The actor maknae couldn’t help of cooing over the idea. What is this ‘love love’ anyway? Never mind, Kibum threw his snarky comments to the back of his mind.
He eyed Yesung who had teary eyes, sitting on the floor right before him. He totally looked like a mess, now that Kibum really noticed. He lowered his body, also sitting on the floor. He cupped the smaller man’s face and looked deeply into his eyes.
Little did Kibum realize that all the other people in the room are leaning their body towards them, to get a better look of what to happen. Kyuhyun had got his myopi glasses on his face already, Shindong stopped munching and everyone’s excited.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you and doubting you, Jongwoon-ah. I apologize,” Kibum said with a deep voice. He’s going to give his lover a warm kiss on the lips but a squeal cut his movement.
“Kyaaa! Kisseu, kisseu!!!”
All of the spectators were throwing everything at sight to Ryeowook who’s blushing like mad upon watching the couple in front of them.
“Aisshhh…. Really, Ryeowook-ah, really?” Sungmin hit the eternal maknae using the seat cushion.
“Way to break the moment!” Siwon muttered angrily.
Kibum rolled his eyes and kissed Yesung’s cherry lips nonetheless.
“Yaaaayyy kisseu kisseu!!!” All the members were cheering like they’re watching a goal on a football game on TV. Eunhyuk lifted the KiSung banner he got from the last Super Show and wiped his tears gracefully.
Fully ignoring the chaos behind them, Yesung was drawn to his boyfriend’s hug.
“But it…. It’s lost, Kibummie,” Yesung told his lover weakly, swallowing his sobs. “I lost it. I couldn’t find it."
“It’s fine baby, it’s ok. All important is that I know how you are willing to give me this present. It doesn’t matter if it lost, you still have my love anyway…”
All of Yesung’s frustrations were unleashed, now he’s crying and sobbing loudly into Kibum’s chest, soaking the younger’s shirt. Kibum caressed his lover’s back and smooth hair while whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
“Was he like this before I came?” Kibum mouthed to the rest of the members, index finger pointing to the back of Yesung’s head on his chest.
“You have no idea,” Kyuhyun mouthed back, shaking his head.
“Uhm,” Ryeowook nodded, lips pouting but tears of happiness were cascaded on his cheek. He looked really proud of his turtle-lover hyung, somehow.
Yesung was still sobbing weakly and shivering because of too much crying when Kibum released his hug five minutes later.
“Everything will be fine baby. There’s no use to get mad over what’s lost,” Kibum kissed Yesung on his forehead, making Ryeowook squealed maniacally for the nth time for the night. “Now now, let’s get something for you to eat, ok?”
All of a sudden the members were musing when they realized they’d missed dinner. It’s about 11 pm already, so they would have to get some junk food delivered.
“Uh… Kibum-ah, I want you to at least see this,” Yesung said after Sungmin turned the light on. “This is the necklace which is supposed to be coupled with yours,” the older man showed his boyfriend something he just fished from inside his t-shirt.
It’s the glasses pendant. Two cute circles in red.
“What I’d got for us here are not usual, it’s… so special, only for my Bummie,” Yesung hiccupped. “I had ‘JW ♥ KB’ engraved on it. It’s the 218th necklace the factory made of this type, and I got the 248th necklace for myself, like this… Look, it’s the serial number,” Yesung explained.
“I… don’t know what to say, baby,” Kibum breathlessly told his lover. “It’s so romantic of you. The necklace is so beautiful.”
“It’s not only you who can be romantic, you know. I can be romantic too…” Kibum kissed Yesung’s nose. “I’ll let you have this one,” the older said.
Yesung was in the progress of dislodging his own necklace when finally something hit Kibum.
“Baby, wait a minute. I think I’ve seen this necklace somewhere before… Give me a moment!” Kibum hurriedly fished his phone out of his pants’ pocket and punched the screen to call someone.
“Hello, Jumong-ah?”
***
Laughter emitted from the 11th floor dorm’s living room later that night when all the active Super Junior members plus Kibum and his assistant Jumong were seating and feasting together over junk food.
“So you thought the necklace is a supernatural amulet, Jumong-ssi?” Siwon, who was very rational, and faithful to God, shook his head in disbelieve.
“Yes, Siwon-ssi,” Jumong answered, embarrassed.
“And you said you got the supernatural power of the necklace too, what was that again?” Kyuhyun asked evilly.
“Errr…. That I didn’t get tired at all after jumping here and there all day with Kibum-hyung,” Jumong gulped. He felt exactly like a victim of mental bullying here. “Seriously, Kibum-hyung, I didn’t know how this necklace ended up in my bedroom’s door handle! I found it about 3 am when I was going to pee…” Jumong explained with flushed face because all the members are laughing at him.
“Must be fell when Kibum and Yesung-hyung were about to have a steamy sex!” Kangin roared and laughed hard afterwards.
More than one people were choked. Kibum and Yesung were among them.
“Oh, I get it! Kibum-hyung pushed Yesung-hyung to Assistant Jumong’s closed door and kissing his neck senseless!” Ryeowook shouts maniacally.
“Ew!” Sungmin and Kyuhyun threw their chopsticks to the eternal maknae in disgust.
“Too much information, too much information!” Shindong screamed, closing his ears.
Once again all the people present were shouting loudly to each other and creating chaos. Yesung was so embarrassed and burying his face into his both small hands.
Because what Ryeowook said was the truth!
Apparently it’s not good to make out in front of someone else’s bedroom, which was not yours…
Meanwhile Kibum was lost in his own world. His hands played with the pendant of the glasses necklace he’s wearing. Just like what Yesung said, it had ‘JW ♥ KB’ engraved on it, in between the two circles. He searched for the top of the pendant, and found the serial number, 218.
Such a simple gift, no gold or silver. But Kibum could feel how much love his lover possessed for him with only this simple necklace.
“Why are you giving me this right now?” Kibum whispered to his boyfriend’s ear. He could barely hear all the laughters and chit-chats around him and his lover.
Yesung turned to look at him, eyes so soft. And although they were puffy because of all the tears, Yesung’s eyes are still the most beautiful eyes for Kibum.
“Because you’ll be going to Thailand in three days… “ Yesung groaned. “You have to wear this when you’re far from me, okay?” he gave Kibum his puppy eyes, making the younger laugh.
“Oh… I see, baby. Of course I will wear it. I’m so wearing it. All the time, not only when you’re far from me.”
***
A/N: Kyaa! This is my first crack fic ever, I think. And also my first KiSung oneshot! ^^ Just so you know, writing crack is really difficult for me. I always regard myself as an angst and smut writer so… but I hope this is not that bad.
Characters: Kibum, Yesung, all Super Junior members
Pairing(s): KiSung, ninja!KyuMin, ninja!KangTeuk, ninja!EunHae
Genre: Fluff, Crack
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. I own nothing but the story and the plot.
Note: Inspired by adorable Kim Kibum wearing Whystyle's necklace.
“Thank you for the hard work today! See you tomorrow!”
Various replies of warm and polite greetings were heard from his staff and crew. Kibum walked to his awaiting car, in which his manager and assistant were also inside.
“Kibum-ah, tonight you are going to the dorm,” manager Sayong said, didn’t even lift his eyes from his iPad. Game tone of Super Mario emitted from the gadget the long haired man was clutching.
“Why the dorm? I want to go straight to bed and have my beautiful sleep. Do you think those noisy people at the dorm will ever let me sleep, hyung?” Kibum protested, taking a seat comfortably on the shotgun.
“They said there’s a huge chaos in the dorm, Kibum-hyung. I didn’t really get it but Donghae-ssi was actually screaming to your phone a few minutes ago…” his assistant Jumong answered from the backseat. Poor bulky young man was half-buried in a pile of the actor’s clothes and makeup boxes.
Seeing Jumong’s state, Kibum reminded himself to throw those used clothes to the dry cleaner as soon as he get back from the (apparently) chaosed dorm. He didn’t expect Jumong to do that job all by himself because apparently, guy’s a little slow… Although was sexy and bulky, of course.
“What else are those guys getting themselves into?” The actor sighed to himself, resting his back to the seat. Then he tilted his head to his manager beside him, who was too absorbed to the game, eyes dilating from left to the right into the wide screen of his gadget. “Hyung!” He called. “Let’s go, why do you still play Mario these days? Geez, it’s so twenty years ago,” Kibum rolled his eyes then grabbed some M&Ms from the dashboard.
“When I was little,” Sayong starts, eyes still fully glaring at the screen and made him look like a lunatic, “I could never finish this game. Like really. All my friends were able to save the princess after defeating the dragon using fireballs but I always died during the jumps on that high-high, greeny place…”
“Whoa, I pity you, hyung,” Jumong said with pure concern on his face, as Kibum saw him from the rearview mirror. “At least my Mario had always been able to enter the castle…”
Sayong threw a glare to the youngest man behind him. That’s the first time he’s actually converting his eyes from his game in a full five minutes. “If you were so smart, why do you just let all those dirty laundy bury you alive, then, Mr Mario?”
“Ah, it’s really comfortable in here Hyung. These clothes are so fluffy under my body. Why don’t you try yourself? Sit here for a while,” the assistant answered. “But it’s actually a bit stinks…”
Kibum rolled his eyes once more. “That’s because they are dirty, Jumong-ah! I sweated, okay?” He barked. “You are supposed to bring all of them to the dry cleaner inside a plastic bag instead of turning them into your personal sofas…”
Sayong let out a strange noise from the back of his throat, as his attempt to stop himself from laughing. “I wonder why Jumong is assigned to you Kibum-ah. If I don’t know better, I would’ve thought SM hates you or something,” his voice was an octave lower than usual in hope that Jumong wouldn’t hear them.
“Who knows, it maybe is true,” Kibum sarcastically said as he noms over his chocolate buttons. “But I don’t care. It’s too late anyway and I can’t escape.”
“Hmm, you’re right, we’re stuck into each other for the rest of our lives,” the long-haired manager snorted. “Talk about SM, let’s go to their moneymaker’s dorm,” he turned off the game and put his iPad inside his postman bag, then searched for the car key.
“I hope this visit will be worth it,” Kibum snuffled a yawn using his fist. “I swear if Jongwoon hyung isn’t there, I will throw a fit myself for they’re ruining my resting time.”
The car started to left the shooting location, and Kibum almost started to fall asleep if only Jumong didn’t blurt, “But I think Donghae-ssi said the chaos was because of Yesung-ssi.”
A sneaky smile passed the handsome actor’s lips. “Sweet,” he stretched his hand while yawning boastfully. “Aaahhh I better take a good nap for a while before we get there. If Jongwoon hyung’s in this, it’ll be too interesting for me to pass!”
“But why didn’t your boyfriend call you himself instead of Donghae?” Sayong’s question snapped Kibum who was setting his car seat to lean comfortably there.
“God only knows what’s in the head of that turtle,” Kibum chuckled. “He was fine when I called him this afternoon, though.”
“Could it be… that Yesung-ssi is possessed by a ghost, hyung?” Jumong hesitantly asked.
Kibum spared his assistant a little glance from the rearview mirror. That young man was leaning to what Kibum recognized was his red and white plaid shirt he wore for a photo session about a week ago. He lifted his brows at how genuinely comfortable Jumong actually seemed. The assistant’s thick brows were knitted as he glanced outside the window to Seoul’s citylights with an empty stare.
“No, apparently Kangin hyung and Heechul hyung had him checked by a shaman about a month before debut,” Kibum casually answered.
Jumong shifted his position a bit and leaned himself towards Kibum. “But that’s not what Donghae-ssi seemed to feel on that phone call,” he whispered. “Shamans might be wrong.”
Jumong’s voice sent a thrill down Kibum’s spine but Sayong’s brutal laughter threw him back to sanity.
“Do you still have your inner shaman ability intact, Jumong-ah?” The manager successfully managed to sniffle his own laugh. “You have to see Yesung-ssi by yourself then. Will be interesting.”
“Yes hyung, apparently my grandpa’s supernatural ability is passed through me, but funny thing is… my mother didn’t get any!” Jumong beamed happily.
“Go get some rest, Jumong-ah…” Kibum said before the wants to choke his own assistant using a hundreds of M&Ms peanuts button win.
“O Sayong hyung, haven’t I told you that I found a really strong supernatural amulet yesterday? Whoah, that’s the strongest thing ever. The power gave me this strength of not feeling tired at all this whole day!”
“Amulet, what amulet?” Sayong smirked to Kibum who simply shook his head and trying to close his eyes.
“A necklace. I just found it in my door handle. I guess God sent it to me personally,” enthusiastically the youngest of the three rambled. “The most interesting thing is… I found it in a very ungodly hour,” he lowers his voice again, and nodded his head solemnly.
“Are you sure it’s not an amulet of which the only power is stealing your brain away, or something like that?”
“Of course not! Look at this, Hyung.”
Kibum took a look at the amulet his assistant was showing him out of his gentleman attitude for a second. He then thanked God for his comfortable seat and leaned his fatigued body in bliss. Put on his earphones, he blared his music loudly (mainly Jongwoon’s solo songs) to his ears and tried to block the small whispers and grunts from his two companions.
***
All the members of Super Junior were on all fours, except for a certain maknae who eyed the views of his hyungs crouching all over the 11th floor’s dorm. He shook his head and rolled his eyes before tried to sneakily open his own bedroom and buried himself under bunch of his blankets.
“Yah, Cho Kyuhyun! Get back here!” Kangin’s voice echoed all over the small bedroom of the youngest active member. “Don’t you realize how important this is for Yesung-hyung?”
Kyuhyun let his head appeared from the pile of blankets, eyeing Kangin with disbelieve. “Hyung, do you know how silly this is? I can’t believe you’re siding with Yesung-hyung! I thought you still have your sanity intact.”
But the older man put his index finger over his lips and shushed Kyuhyun down. “Ssshh!! If any of them hear us, we’ll get into trouble!” then Kangin threw himself into the fluffy pile of the maknae’s blankets all over the bed.
“Yesung hyung’s crazy. It’s just a Whystyle necklace. He could always sneak another one anytime. They are all his anyway,” Kyuhyun grumbled from underneath Kangin, tried so hard not to kick his bulky hyung down because he was crushing his lanky body. “And by the way it’s so expected from you, Kangin hyung, masking your betrayal with your loud voice…”
“But he has the power now. We are nothing but his slaves,” Kangin hissed. “Why is he still older than me… I don’t have to do this low betrayal like you because I’m the group’s father. Had Leeteuk seen me sneaking away like this, he’ll kill me in shame.”
“And Ryeowook is crying already over the lost necklace. Oh man he’s such a loyal minion of Yesung,” Kyuhyun tried to inched himself out of Kangin’s lethal heavy body on top of him. “Hyung you’re heavier than a truck, I swear. Get off!”
Oh, it was a little louder then what he meant.
Without saying anything, Kangin rolled his body away from the poor maknae in hurry. “Ssssh! You stupid. Ryeowook can hear you, he was right in front of your door you know!”
But it’s too late. There’s a movement on the doorknob and before Kangin could ever following Kyuhyun’s steps of self protection-burying his head under the blanket, Ryeowook’s curious head popped from the door.
“Ya! You two better get off of the bed and help Yesung-hyung find his necklace, now!”
Ryeowook with both hands on the hips glared at the hyung and the dongsaeng who were in the most pitiful state and crushed dignity. But both Kyuhyun and Kangin couldn’t say anything tacky in return, seeing the continuously cascading tears over the eternal maknae’s cheeks.
“Kangin-hyung, how could you do this? Where’s your dignity?” Ryeowook sobs. “Leeteuk hyung will totally find out about this, and he’ll chop your balls,” he said before stormed out of the room.
“Freaking minion…” Kangin growled.
“Ya! I hear you hyung! Wait until I write a letter to Leeteuk hyung!”
Shivering from head to toe, Kangin got himself out of the room with Kyuhyun lazily trailed behind him.
“Oh, come on, guys! Let’s find the damn necklace and end all this horrible crouching activity already!” Sungmin yelled at them.
“Hyung, what does it like, again?” all the people in the room found Donghae from under the dining table, eyes and mouth opened equally wide. “I forget…”
In a normal situation Yesung would surely kiss his favorite dongsaeng’s cheek because he was just so adorable looking lost like that. But he was currently sitting on the sofa, crying himself, with puffy eyes, ragged breath and all with Ryeowook caressed his back to calm him down.
“Donghae-hyung, please! How many times do we have to tell you already?” Ryeowook glared at him. “It’s a Whystyle necklace with a small, red and round eyeglass pendant.”
“Oh, okay, I will definitely remember, this time!” Donghae beamed before his head disappeared under the table.
Kyuhyun chose to get away from the scene before his snarky comments slipped from his mouth and get himself into trouble.
He saw Siwon was busying himself searching in the most ungodly place, the shoe shelf. Sometimes the tall man had to scrunch his face, mostly when he had to lift the socks of a certain dancing machine.
‘Here’s another loyal minion,’ Kyuhyun cursed in his head.
“Hey, Kyu, “ Siwon had realized that the maknae’s there. “Come here and help me. I thought the necklace probably fell down when Yesung hyung went home this morning from Kibum’s apartment. He said he had a rough and hot night with his boyfriend and that’s probably why he forgot about where he put his necklace, because it fell here!”
“Good analysis, Hyung. You are the brain of our group,” Kyuhyun said flatly. “Let me get my rubber glove first. I don’t want to get infected because of Eunhyuk-hyung’s socks.”
With that being said, Kyuhyun disappeared from Siwon’s view, and praising himself when he managed to think that searching in Yesung’s spare bedroom probably was more important.
He opened Yesung’s room and found that Eunhyuk’s already there, busily re-arranging things on the shelf. Yesung used to put all his jewelleries there but now since the main vocalist had left the dorm to live with his parents, all the 11th floor’s members were using the room for storaging their comics. Even some of Sungmin’s red ginseng could also be seen.
“Hyung you are supposed to find the necklace, not re-arranging this shelf,” Kyuhyun commented.
“But I can’t help it Kyu-ah, my internal instinct to always maintain places clean are itching seeing all this mess,” Eunhyuk with a pink duster-probably was Sungmin’s-on his hand answered. “Go check on the bed if you’re to search for the necklace. I haven’t check on it.”
‘Internal instinct my ass, more like maternal,’ Kyuhyun sighed. But afterall, searching on the bed was still better than the shoe shelf, right? At least there was slim to no chance of him to stumble into bacteria-infected socks. With a brand new look of determination on his face, Kyuhyun prayed before he started searching. Let someone find that freaking necklace as soon as possible so that he could snuggle on the bed with his Minnie faster.
***
Sayong woke Kibum up after what it felt to be a minute nap to the actor. “We’re here. Go find your queen. Good luck with the chaos, though.”
Kibum sleepily proceeded to the 11th floor after Sayong and Jumong went away to his apartment. “This better be good, Jongwoon, or you have to do that geisha cosplay tomorrow night,” Kibum smirked to himself, watching his own messy reflections over the lift’s glass walls.
Siwon opened the door for him and Kibum couldn’t help but laughing out loud seeing the athletic’s man poor state just now. Siwon only on his singlet and short shorts was still carrying one of Eunhyuk’s socks in his hand, but right after hearing his dongsaeng’s roaring laugh, he quickly pressed his hand into Kibum’s mouth.
“Hey, don’t laugh! There’s a sad person in the dorm!” He then freed the startled Kibum from his tight grasp while the younger man scrunched his nose in recognizing the smell of the sock. “You, out of all people should’ve known! Go to Yesung hyung, he’s in the living room.”
“What happened?”
“He lost his necklace, and he’s going crazy because of that, I don’t quite understand,” Siwon answered while returning the shoes carelessly all over the shelf. “Apparently the necklace is not here,” he concluded, more to himself than Kibum.
Without waiting much longer Kibum ran to the livingroom and found his baby crawled on the floor before the creamy-colored sofa. In a normal situation, he would more likely enjoy the sight of his lover’s cute little butt like that, but suddenly he heard a scream.
“Kyaa! Hyung, Kibum is here! Oh Kibum is here!”
Ryeowook was the suspect, squealing like a fangirl upon seeing Yesung’s boyfriend’s standing before Yesung. But there’s something that’s not right painted in the vocalist’s face. Is it… fear?
Before Kibum even got to say hi to Yesung, Ryeowook had approached Yesung and whispered to the oldest man’s ear in panic motions. Left Kibum dumbfounded.
“Hyung, what are you doing?” Kibum chose to get his boyfriend’s attention away from Ryeowook.
In a slow motion, Yesung turned his head upon hearing the familiar voice. Kibum thought it was so cute that Jongwoon’s face was abashed, flushed red with both of his eyes were almost popped out from the sockets.
“Do you have a problem? May I help?” Kibum threw his mega-watt smile to the still crawling man in front of him.
Yesung looked at Ryeowook once more, fear in his face. That small face of his was turning redder. Ryeowook nodded at his beloved hyung with determination on his face.
And apparently upon hearing Kibum’s voice, all the other members present were coming to the livingroom. Shindong came still wearing the slippers because he’s searching all over the bathroom. Kangin and Sungmin came from the wardrobe, sweating all over the place (because there’s no air conditioner inside the wardrobe). Kyuhyun and Eunhyuk both clutched comic books in their hands with guilty smiles over their faces. Donghae looked so stupid pulling his head from under the dining table, God knew what he’d been doing there for a long time already. Siwon stood behind Kibum, left behind an apparently super messy shoe shelf.
“Um… i…” Yesung said but all the other members present except Ryeowook were glaring at him. “I mean, we… are searching for something,” he said with a guilty look over all of his dongsaengs. “But it’s not important,” Yesung added quickly, making Kyuhyun almost throwing his comic book to the turtle lover before Eunhyuk held him down.
“Later,” Eunhyuk whispered. “We can kill him together. But only when Bummie’s not here.”
“We are searching over Yesung hyung’s necklace,” Sungmin said, seeing what his lover almost did to Yesung. “He lost it last night.”
“And it’s not only a necklace, it’s a special necklace. That’s why he was throwing a fit, crying and stuff, until we were entitled to help him,” everyone glared at Kyuhyun for his snarky comments, but the maknae just smirked, and looking more evil than usual.
“Yah Kyuhyun-ah, Kibum is not supposed to know that the necklace is a special necklace,” came Donghae’s voice. He’d gotten himself out from under the dining table, walking to Yesung.
Yesung and his right hand, Ryeowook, facepalmed.
“Oh really, what is this special-necklace-that-Kibum-is-not-supposed-to-know, Jongwoon-ah?” Kibum asked with a low voice.
Yesung knew right then that he’s in trouble. He’s in trouble everytime Kibum called him ‘Jongwoon-ah’ instead of ‘hyung’ or ‘baby’.
“Is it a gift from someone Kibum’s not supposed to know?”
Instead of giving the couple some privacy, all of Yesung’s dongsaengs were taking their respective seat on the sofas in front of the couple, watching them from the comfortable distance. Shindong and Kangin who weren’t fast enough, forced to sit on the floor. Eunhyuk and Donghae were already sharing some Kleenex and shed their upcoming tears.
“I feel like I’m watching a soap opera,” Shindong whispered to Kangin.
“It’s like Yesung is a battered wife and Kibum’s the abusive husband,” Siwon added from the top of Kangin’s head.
“But Yesung hyung didn’t do anything wrong!” Ryeowook apparently couldn’t help from returning to his favorite position when watching all of his favorite dramas on TV, leaning against the armrest of the sofa.
“Wookie-ah aren’t you Yesung hyung’s sidekick? Why are you here and not there crouching in front of Kibum?” Kangin asked.
“Shut up you all, or we might miss something,” Kyuhyun hissed. Eyes were firmly nailed onto Yesung and Kibum.
Sungmin dimmed the light of the room using the remote control. The room was dim now. Shindong silently munch to a jar of popcorn he found just materialized in front of him. All the spectators were silent and expecting.
“It’s not like that… I know it sounded so wrong being said like that by Donghae…” Yesung finally answered to his boyfriend.
“Oh come on, then tell me why is that necklace so important, that you even had all of your dongsaengs help you?” Kibum grew impatient. Because why in the world would his Jongwoon cried over a necklace? Moreover, that he’s not supposed to know about the said item? Wasn’t it strange?
“It’s a surprise present for you,” Yesung said with a low voice. “But I lost it last night.”
Kibum’s brows knitted in still suspicion. “Really?”
Yesung sighed, face looked like he’s defeated. “It’s true. You can ask all of the members if you won’t believe me.”
“Really, guys?” Kibum asked all the spectators. His facial expression gradually changed to be more cheerful every second passed by, but there’s no answer from all the other members. “Guys, is that true, that the necklace is a gift for me?”
Shindong was still munching on his popcorn, but other than him, none of the other members seemed to move any muscle. They were just concentrating on… watching.
“Guys!”
“Wha… what?” Ryeowook, a.k.a the loyal minion, was the first to recovered from the trance. “You’re talking to us, Bummie?”
Kibum facepalmed. These guys are impossible, he cursed inside his mind.
“Yes, the necklace is for you. There are ‘love love’ and numbers all over it,” said Donghae before anyone could restrain him from saying anything. The favorite dongsaeng of Yesung clutched his Kleenex and tattered it into small pieces, with his lover crying silently beside him. “Stop snapping on Yesung-hyung, now please, Kibummie? Hyukkie is crying.”
All eyes were on Eunhyuk in pity now but Kibum felt like he’s on the cloud nine upon hearing what Donghae just said. “Aww, really baby? A necklace with ‘love love’ all over it?” The actor maknae couldn’t help of cooing over the idea. What is this ‘love love’ anyway? Never mind, Kibum threw his snarky comments to the back of his mind.
He eyed Yesung who had teary eyes, sitting on the floor right before him. He totally looked like a mess, now that Kibum really noticed. He lowered his body, also sitting on the floor. He cupped the smaller man’s face and looked deeply into his eyes.
Little did Kibum realize that all the other people in the room are leaning their body towards them, to get a better look of what to happen. Kyuhyun had got his myopi glasses on his face already, Shindong stopped munching and everyone’s excited.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you and doubting you, Jongwoon-ah. I apologize,” Kibum said with a deep voice. He’s going to give his lover a warm kiss on the lips but a squeal cut his movement.
“Kyaaa! Kisseu, kisseu!!!”
All of the spectators were throwing everything at sight to Ryeowook who’s blushing like mad upon watching the couple in front of them.
“Aisshhh…. Really, Ryeowook-ah, really?” Sungmin hit the eternal maknae using the seat cushion.
“Way to break the moment!” Siwon muttered angrily.
Kibum rolled his eyes and kissed Yesung’s cherry lips nonetheless.
“Yaaaayyy kisseu kisseu!!!” All the members were cheering like they’re watching a goal on a football game on TV. Eunhyuk lifted the KiSung banner he got from the last Super Show and wiped his tears gracefully.
Fully ignoring the chaos behind them, Yesung was drawn to his boyfriend’s hug.
“But it…. It’s lost, Kibummie,” Yesung told his lover weakly, swallowing his sobs. “I lost it. I couldn’t find it."
“It’s fine baby, it’s ok. All important is that I know how you are willing to give me this present. It doesn’t matter if it lost, you still have my love anyway…”
All of Yesung’s frustrations were unleashed, now he’s crying and sobbing loudly into Kibum’s chest, soaking the younger’s shirt. Kibum caressed his lover’s back and smooth hair while whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
“Was he like this before I came?” Kibum mouthed to the rest of the members, index finger pointing to the back of Yesung’s head on his chest.
“You have no idea,” Kyuhyun mouthed back, shaking his head.
“Uhm,” Ryeowook nodded, lips pouting but tears of happiness were cascaded on his cheek. He looked really proud of his turtle-lover hyung, somehow.
Yesung was still sobbing weakly and shivering because of too much crying when Kibum released his hug five minutes later.
“Everything will be fine baby. There’s no use to get mad over what’s lost,” Kibum kissed Yesung on his forehead, making Ryeowook squealed maniacally for the nth time for the night. “Now now, let’s get something for you to eat, ok?”
All of a sudden the members were musing when they realized they’d missed dinner. It’s about 11 pm already, so they would have to get some junk food delivered.
“Uh… Kibum-ah, I want you to at least see this,” Yesung said after Sungmin turned the light on. “This is the necklace which is supposed to be coupled with yours,” the older man showed his boyfriend something he just fished from inside his t-shirt.
It’s the glasses pendant. Two cute circles in red.
“What I’d got for us here are not usual, it’s… so special, only for my Bummie,” Yesung hiccupped. “I had ‘JW ♥ KB’ engraved on it. It’s the 218th necklace the factory made of this type, and I got the 248th necklace for myself, like this… Look, it’s the serial number,” Yesung explained.
“I… don’t know what to say, baby,” Kibum breathlessly told his lover. “It’s so romantic of you. The necklace is so beautiful.”
“It’s not only you who can be romantic, you know. I can be romantic too…” Kibum kissed Yesung’s nose. “I’ll let you have this one,” the older said.
Yesung was in the progress of dislodging his own necklace when finally something hit Kibum.
“Baby, wait a minute. I think I’ve seen this necklace somewhere before… Give me a moment!” Kibum hurriedly fished his phone out of his pants’ pocket and punched the screen to call someone.
“Hello, Jumong-ah?”
***
Laughter emitted from the 11th floor dorm’s living room later that night when all the active Super Junior members plus Kibum and his assistant Jumong were seating and feasting together over junk food.
“So you thought the necklace is a supernatural amulet, Jumong-ssi?” Siwon, who was very rational, and faithful to God, shook his head in disbelieve.
“Yes, Siwon-ssi,” Jumong answered, embarrassed.
“And you said you got the supernatural power of the necklace too, what was that again?” Kyuhyun asked evilly.
“Errr…. That I didn’t get tired at all after jumping here and there all day with Kibum-hyung,” Jumong gulped. He felt exactly like a victim of mental bullying here. “Seriously, Kibum-hyung, I didn’t know how this necklace ended up in my bedroom’s door handle! I found it about 3 am when I was going to pee…” Jumong explained with flushed face because all the members are laughing at him.
“Must be fell when Kibum and Yesung-hyung were about to have a steamy sex!” Kangin roared and laughed hard afterwards.
More than one people were choked. Kibum and Yesung were among them.
“Oh, I get it! Kibum-hyung pushed Yesung-hyung to Assistant Jumong’s closed door and kissing his neck senseless!” Ryeowook shouts maniacally.
“Ew!” Sungmin and Kyuhyun threw their chopsticks to the eternal maknae in disgust.
“Too much information, too much information!” Shindong screamed, closing his ears.
Once again all the people present were shouting loudly to each other and creating chaos. Yesung was so embarrassed and burying his face into his both small hands.
Because what Ryeowook said was the truth!
Apparently it’s not good to make out in front of someone else’s bedroom, which was not yours…
Meanwhile Kibum was lost in his own world. His hands played with the pendant of the glasses necklace he’s wearing. Just like what Yesung said, it had ‘JW ♥ KB’ engraved on it, in between the two circles. He searched for the top of the pendant, and found the serial number, 218.
Such a simple gift, no gold or silver. But Kibum could feel how much love his lover possessed for him with only this simple necklace.
“Why are you giving me this right now?” Kibum whispered to his boyfriend’s ear. He could barely hear all the laughters and chit-chats around him and his lover.
Yesung turned to look at him, eyes so soft. And although they were puffy because of all the tears, Yesung’s eyes are still the most beautiful eyes for Kibum.
“Because you’ll be going to Thailand in three days… “ Yesung groaned. “You have to wear this when you’re far from me, okay?” he gave Kibum his puppy eyes, making the younger laugh.
“Oh… I see, baby. Of course I will wear it. I’m so wearing it. All the time, not only when you’re far from me.”
***
A/N: Kyaa! This is my first crack fic ever, I think. And also my first KiSung oneshot! ^^ Just so you know, writing crack is really difficult for me. I always regard myself as an angst and smut writer so… but I hope this is not that bad.