Regrets
Title: Regrets
Pairing(s): friendship!Yesung/Sungmin
Rating: PG
Genre: Crack
Summary: Sungmin was known to hold deep grudges, and an unsuspecting Jongwoon soon bore the brunt of the younger man’s wrath during a music video shoot.
Notes: For the 100 Super Junior Fics Challenge!
Jongwoon had always fashioned himself as an honourable man for three main reasons.
Number one: Jongwoon was extremely faithful to his family. He never failed to surprise them with presents, their scale magnified whenever Jongwoon got his pay. He had bought a restaurant in the Hongdae district for his parents, before shifting them to a smaller, more manageable café recently. Monetary and material proof aside, Jongwoon’s devotion towards his family was evident in how he would always go back in between schedules or make time to visit them whenever he could; to check on their health, to ensure that they were managing well on their own, or to just seek comfort in their company. Certainly, no one could doubt his filial piety.
Number two: Jongwoon doted on his Super Junior members almost as much as he did with his actual family members. Related by blood they were not, but it didn’t stop Jongwoon from voicing out his concerns about his members’ well-being (maybe a little too exaggerated and often for most of their likings, Jongwoon conceded) and acted swiftly whenever a fellow member was stricken by illness or an unfortunate event. When Donghae got beaten up many years ago, Jongwoon expressed his disappointment in failing to protect the vulnerable younger member. Whenever Heechul got upset and started his scary descent into uncontrollable rage in the dorm’s living room, Jongwoon would instantly burst out of his shared room, completely defenseless, and implored Heechul to let him know who the cause of his outrage was. His members’ well-being was important to Jongwoon; everyone knew that.
Number three: Jongwoon adored his pets. Jongwoon had turned a deaf ear to the unconcealed snickers he received when he first got Ddangkoma. He soon grew numb to the other members’ incredulous stares upon taking in his third turtle, Ddangkomaeng. When his menagerie of animals expanded to include a tiny Pomeranian puppy, Kkoming, the other members had expressed mild shock over the newcomer’s relative normalcy but decided not to comment, for it was Jongwoon that they were talking about. Jongwoon still doted on them, lavishing them with affection, even though he got mostly silent blinks from his turtles and gentle barks from his calm puppy in response. Jongwoon went out of his way to care for his pets; the members could easily attest to this.
All of the aforementioned reasons led Jongwoon to believe that he would die with no regrets. He was a man of honour, wasn’t he?
Yet, somehow he was currently bounded by metal restraints to a giant circular wooden cutout. Jongwoon was presented in a very vulnerable position, his arms held out at a forty-five degree angle from his torso, with his legs secured in a similar state.
It was this situation that acted as a catalyst in Jongwoon’s racing mind. He started to think of all the regrets he had accumulated in his twenty-eight years of life and he felt very rueful that he was never going to convey his apologies to his victims.
Like the time he had swiped half an egg from Hyukjae’s bowl of ramen. Or the time he had tripped over Kyuhyun’s broadband wiring, causing the maknae to forfeit his game; Jongwoon never owned up to it, despite the latter’s vehement and shrewd questioning.
Regrets kept flooding his mind, racing through his overcharged synapses. There was an eerie calmness in the studio, which only served to make Jongwoon’s ragged breathing more obvious.
“Hyung,” an even voice called out. “Are you ready?”
Jongwoon slowly lifted his head; suddenly, it seemed as if it was made out of lead. Sungmin stood a good fifteen metres before Jongwoon, his hand poised and ready in midair, a razor-thin poker card held firmly in his grasp.
I’m not ready to die, if that’s what you mean.
Timidly, Jongwoon bobbed his head once and instantly, he scrunched his eyes shut. At least be quick and painless, Jongwoon begged silently.
Flicking his wrist deftly, Sungmin pulled back his hand and threw the playing card with incredible dexterity. The card’s path was straight and accurate. A crisp hissing sound could be heard in the hushed studio as the card sliced through the air, heading straight towards its target. By then, Jongwoon had already resigned himself to his fate.
The sound that the card made as it reached its aim was amplified tenfold. It wobbled about its position for a few seconds before it became stationary.
When he became aware that he was still capable of breathing, Jongwoon slowly opened his eyes.
The poker card had cut through cleanly, embedding itself halfway into the thin wood. Slanted diagonally, it was mere centimeters away from Jongwoon’s cheek. Wisps of his raven-coloured locks could be seen on the ground.
His brain promptly deciding that his dignity ought to be forsaken at that moment, Jongwoon’s head lolled forward limply, before coming to a stop against his shoulder.
Jongwoon had fainted.
-
The management was at a loss over the direction of Super Junior’s upcoming music video. A-Cha was a rather difficult song to convey in terms of a story, and some of the board members had raised valid points about avoiding yet another dance-centered music video.
One thing to another somehow led to a planned music video interspersed with dance scenes, member close-ups and brief shots of magic acts.
Yes, magic acts. Ranging from simple card tricks to impressive quick-change acts, the production crew was certain that the music video was going to be a hit.
No guesses for who had landed the plump role of the star of the impalement arts segment. Everyone had reached a consensus that such a difficult task ought to be handled by Sungmin, who was regarded as the Jack of all trades in the group.
However, there was the problem of the other person in the act. Who on earth was foolhardy enough to act alongside Sungmin in the impalement arts segment?
Jongwoon had been watching eagerly as the director and the onsite magician fell into a deep discussion with Sungmin; many arm motions were observed from the closely huddled group.
Then, Sungmin took a step back from the huddle and looked around the studio. His eyes landed on Jongwoon, and he smiled. Jongwoon was feeling apprehensive about Sungmin’s oddly bright eyes, but he returned the smile nonetheless.
“I think Jongwoon-hyung would be perfect,” Sungmin cooed.
Both the director and the magician turned to look at the focus of Sungmin’s attention. Heads turned back, they gave each other a pointed look.
“Well…” The director spoke up uneasily. “Do you really have faith in Jongwoon-sshi?”
“Absolutely.” Sungmin nodded. “Didn’t you know about his reputation as the member who does all the demonstrations in our band?”
“Let’s just hope that his insurance papers are all in order,” The magician said seriously.
-
“Jongwoon-hyung! Jongwoon-hyung!”
The numbing sensation in Jongwoon’s limbs was slowly being replaced by an equally dull feeling; the feeling of blood coursing through his body.
Jongwoon slowly came to the realization that he was alive.
“I’m not in heaven, am I?” Jongwoon asked groggily.
A grunt heard above Jongwoon’s head was soon replaced by a deep, melodious voice, which dripped with derision.
“No, but you lost your left arm and now, there’s only a nub in its place. We’re so sorry, Jongwoon-hyung.”
“WHAT?” Jongwoon immediately jerked forward, only to pause midway to clutch at his throbbing temple.
Several loud sighs could be heard.
“Honestly, hyung,” Ryeowook bent forward, inspecting Jongwoon’s pale face worriedly. “We thought you had keeled over and died right there and then.”
Instantly, all of the events prior to his fainting spell started to play in Jongwoon’s head, and his hazy comprehension of the whole situation soon shifted into clarity.
“I thought Sungmin was going to kill me,” Jongwoon confessed, not caring about his dignity at all. It had been ripped to shreds in front of a studio full of people; there was no use in preserving it any longer.
Sungmin chuckled. “Hyung, you know that I never miss. I would have certainly not aimed at any parts of your body.”
“B-but,” Jongwoon stuttered. “You said you would never forgive me for ruining your favourite pink nightdress. You said that you would make me pay.”
“I definitely said that I would make you pay,” Sungmin affirmed calmly. “But I meant that you would have to pay for my new nightdress. I got the previous one at a department store in Dongdaemun. All I want from you is that you have to drive me there and get me a new one soon, Jongwoon-hyung.”
Jongwoon fell back against his chair. “Is-is that it?”
“That’s all there is to it.”
“Aw, I expected more from you, Sungmin-hyung,” Donghae said lightly, inducing laughter from all of the other members standing before Jongwoon.
Jongwoon slumped dazedly in his chair. His left hand trembled as he brought it up to push back his fringe, which was plastered to his sticky forehead.
“I’ll definitely make it up to you, Sungmin,” Jongwoon said feebly, his voice muffled by the lump in his throat.
Sungmin grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You’re lucky that it was Sungmin-hyung, and not me.”
Four other heads swiveled to the source. Kyuhyun was wearing a passive expression on his face, but there was no mistaking that ever familiar smirk playing on his lips.
Jongwoon shuddered at the mere thought of Sungmin being replaced by Kyuhyun. It was said that some skills were innate and hence, would never leave the bearer, even after years of disregard or lack of practice. Kyuhyun was equally adept with a bow and arrow as he was with a joystick, and his slender fingers enabled him to be careful and precise. Throwing cards accurately at a target would have been an easy task for him.
Forever imprinted in all of the members' minds was Kyuhyun’s accomplishment of hitting the target boar’s stomach during a certain infotainment show many years ago. Jongwoon’s knees soon buckled when he registered that given that his head was already larger than the boar’s stomach, there was a very high likelihood that Kyuhyun’s card would have sliced through his flesh, if Kyuhyun had been serious about the act.
“Like Sungmin-hyung, I wouldn’t have missed either,” Kyuhyun said conversationally.
Jongwoon’s entire body decided that it was a very good idea to go limp at that exact moment and he promptly did an impromptu faceplant, his head hitting the concrete flooring with a dull thud.
-
The magic-themed music video was scrapped immediately. Jungsu had voiced his concerns that no amount of insurance could cover the possible damages that the music video would incur, and everyone who was of sound mind heartily agreed.
In the end, Jongwoon had a brief scene with fire (a lighter was cleverly hidden behind his hand, of course). As for Sungmin, he was tasked with flicking deck after deck of poker cards into the air; it was probably an odd tribute to Jongwoon’s and Sungmin’s cancelled card-throwing act.
None of it made sense, but Jongwoon couldn’t care less. All he understood was that he needed to buy Sungmin a new pink nightdress as soon as possible. He would start piecing back his dignity after that.
***
A/N: I typed this while running a mild temperature, so it’s not supposed to make sense. Though, I think the summary is misleading, LMAO.
Lol, alright, I’ll try to explain this fic: From the very random scenes of Sungmin spamming playing cards into the air and Yesung producing a flame, I came to the obviously delusional conclusion that the both of them were supposed to be magicians of some sort in the MV. 8D One’s mind goes to all sorts of places when one’s ill, I suppose.
Comments are appreciated! (:
Pairing(s): friendship!Yesung/Sungmin
Rating: PG
Genre: Crack
Summary: Sungmin was known to hold deep grudges, and an unsuspecting Jongwoon soon bore the brunt of the younger man’s wrath during a music video shoot.
Notes: For the 100 Super Junior Fics Challenge!
Jongwoon had always fashioned himself as an honourable man for three main reasons.
Number one: Jongwoon was extremely faithful to his family. He never failed to surprise them with presents, their scale magnified whenever Jongwoon got his pay. He had bought a restaurant in the Hongdae district for his parents, before shifting them to a smaller, more manageable café recently. Monetary and material proof aside, Jongwoon’s devotion towards his family was evident in how he would always go back in between schedules or make time to visit them whenever he could; to check on their health, to ensure that they were managing well on their own, or to just seek comfort in their company. Certainly, no one could doubt his filial piety.
Number two: Jongwoon doted on his Super Junior members almost as much as he did with his actual family members. Related by blood they were not, but it didn’t stop Jongwoon from voicing out his concerns about his members’ well-being (maybe a little too exaggerated and often for most of their likings, Jongwoon conceded) and acted swiftly whenever a fellow member was stricken by illness or an unfortunate event. When Donghae got beaten up many years ago, Jongwoon expressed his disappointment in failing to protect the vulnerable younger member. Whenever Heechul got upset and started his scary descent into uncontrollable rage in the dorm’s living room, Jongwoon would instantly burst out of his shared room, completely defenseless, and implored Heechul to let him know who the cause of his outrage was. His members’ well-being was important to Jongwoon; everyone knew that.
Number three: Jongwoon adored his pets. Jongwoon had turned a deaf ear to the unconcealed snickers he received when he first got Ddangkoma. He soon grew numb to the other members’ incredulous stares upon taking in his third turtle, Ddangkomaeng. When his menagerie of animals expanded to include a tiny Pomeranian puppy, Kkoming, the other members had expressed mild shock over the newcomer’s relative normalcy but decided not to comment, for it was Jongwoon that they were talking about. Jongwoon still doted on them, lavishing them with affection, even though he got mostly silent blinks from his turtles and gentle barks from his calm puppy in response. Jongwoon went out of his way to care for his pets; the members could easily attest to this.
All of the aforementioned reasons led Jongwoon to believe that he would die with no regrets. He was a man of honour, wasn’t he?
Yet, somehow he was currently bounded by metal restraints to a giant circular wooden cutout. Jongwoon was presented in a very vulnerable position, his arms held out at a forty-five degree angle from his torso, with his legs secured in a similar state.
It was this situation that acted as a catalyst in Jongwoon’s racing mind. He started to think of all the regrets he had accumulated in his twenty-eight years of life and he felt very rueful that he was never going to convey his apologies to his victims.
Like the time he had swiped half an egg from Hyukjae’s bowl of ramen. Or the time he had tripped over Kyuhyun’s broadband wiring, causing the maknae to forfeit his game; Jongwoon never owned up to it, despite the latter’s vehement and shrewd questioning.
Regrets kept flooding his mind, racing through his overcharged synapses. There was an eerie calmness in the studio, which only served to make Jongwoon’s ragged breathing more obvious.
“Hyung,” an even voice called out. “Are you ready?”
Jongwoon slowly lifted his head; suddenly, it seemed as if it was made out of lead. Sungmin stood a good fifteen metres before Jongwoon, his hand poised and ready in midair, a razor-thin poker card held firmly in his grasp.
I’m not ready to die, if that’s what you mean.
Timidly, Jongwoon bobbed his head once and instantly, he scrunched his eyes shut. At least be quick and painless, Jongwoon begged silently.
Flicking his wrist deftly, Sungmin pulled back his hand and threw the playing card with incredible dexterity. The card’s path was straight and accurate. A crisp hissing sound could be heard in the hushed studio as the card sliced through the air, heading straight towards its target. By then, Jongwoon had already resigned himself to his fate.
The sound that the card made as it reached its aim was amplified tenfold. It wobbled about its position for a few seconds before it became stationary.
When he became aware that he was still capable of breathing, Jongwoon slowly opened his eyes.
The poker card had cut through cleanly, embedding itself halfway into the thin wood. Slanted diagonally, it was mere centimeters away from Jongwoon’s cheek. Wisps of his raven-coloured locks could be seen on the ground.
His brain promptly deciding that his dignity ought to be forsaken at that moment, Jongwoon’s head lolled forward limply, before coming to a stop against his shoulder.
Jongwoon had fainted.
-
The management was at a loss over the direction of Super Junior’s upcoming music video. A-Cha was a rather difficult song to convey in terms of a story, and some of the board members had raised valid points about avoiding yet another dance-centered music video.
One thing to another somehow led to a planned music video interspersed with dance scenes, member close-ups and brief shots of magic acts.
Yes, magic acts. Ranging from simple card tricks to impressive quick-change acts, the production crew was certain that the music video was going to be a hit.
No guesses for who had landed the plump role of the star of the impalement arts segment. Everyone had reached a consensus that such a difficult task ought to be handled by Sungmin, who was regarded as the Jack of all trades in the group.
However, there was the problem of the other person in the act. Who on earth was foolhardy enough to act alongside Sungmin in the impalement arts segment?
Jongwoon had been watching eagerly as the director and the onsite magician fell into a deep discussion with Sungmin; many arm motions were observed from the closely huddled group.
Then, Sungmin took a step back from the huddle and looked around the studio. His eyes landed on Jongwoon, and he smiled. Jongwoon was feeling apprehensive about Sungmin’s oddly bright eyes, but he returned the smile nonetheless.
“I think Jongwoon-hyung would be perfect,” Sungmin cooed.
Both the director and the magician turned to look at the focus of Sungmin’s attention. Heads turned back, they gave each other a pointed look.
“Well…” The director spoke up uneasily. “Do you really have faith in Jongwoon-sshi?”
“Absolutely.” Sungmin nodded. “Didn’t you know about his reputation as the member who does all the demonstrations in our band?”
“Let’s just hope that his insurance papers are all in order,” The magician said seriously.
-
“Jongwoon-hyung! Jongwoon-hyung!”
The numbing sensation in Jongwoon’s limbs was slowly being replaced by an equally dull feeling; the feeling of blood coursing through his body.
Jongwoon slowly came to the realization that he was alive.
“I’m not in heaven, am I?” Jongwoon asked groggily.
A grunt heard above Jongwoon’s head was soon replaced by a deep, melodious voice, which dripped with derision.
“No, but you lost your left arm and now, there’s only a nub in its place. We’re so sorry, Jongwoon-hyung.”
“WHAT?” Jongwoon immediately jerked forward, only to pause midway to clutch at his throbbing temple.
Several loud sighs could be heard.
“Honestly, hyung,” Ryeowook bent forward, inspecting Jongwoon’s pale face worriedly. “We thought you had keeled over and died right there and then.”
Instantly, all of the events prior to his fainting spell started to play in Jongwoon’s head, and his hazy comprehension of the whole situation soon shifted into clarity.
“I thought Sungmin was going to kill me,” Jongwoon confessed, not caring about his dignity at all. It had been ripped to shreds in front of a studio full of people; there was no use in preserving it any longer.
Sungmin chuckled. “Hyung, you know that I never miss. I would have certainly not aimed at any parts of your body.”
“B-but,” Jongwoon stuttered. “You said you would never forgive me for ruining your favourite pink nightdress. You said that you would make me pay.”
“I definitely said that I would make you pay,” Sungmin affirmed calmly. “But I meant that you would have to pay for my new nightdress. I got the previous one at a department store in Dongdaemun. All I want from you is that you have to drive me there and get me a new one soon, Jongwoon-hyung.”
Jongwoon fell back against his chair. “Is-is that it?”
“That’s all there is to it.”
“Aw, I expected more from you, Sungmin-hyung,” Donghae said lightly, inducing laughter from all of the other members standing before Jongwoon.
Jongwoon slumped dazedly in his chair. His left hand trembled as he brought it up to push back his fringe, which was plastered to his sticky forehead.
“I’ll definitely make it up to you, Sungmin,” Jongwoon said feebly, his voice muffled by the lump in his throat.
Sungmin grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You’re lucky that it was Sungmin-hyung, and not me.”
Four other heads swiveled to the source. Kyuhyun was wearing a passive expression on his face, but there was no mistaking that ever familiar smirk playing on his lips.
Jongwoon shuddered at the mere thought of Sungmin being replaced by Kyuhyun. It was said that some skills were innate and hence, would never leave the bearer, even after years of disregard or lack of practice. Kyuhyun was equally adept with a bow and arrow as he was with a joystick, and his slender fingers enabled him to be careful and precise. Throwing cards accurately at a target would have been an easy task for him.
Forever imprinted in all of the members' minds was Kyuhyun’s accomplishment of hitting the target boar’s stomach during a certain infotainment show many years ago. Jongwoon’s knees soon buckled when he registered that given that his head was already larger than the boar’s stomach, there was a very high likelihood that Kyuhyun’s card would have sliced through his flesh, if Kyuhyun had been serious about the act.
“Like Sungmin-hyung, I wouldn’t have missed either,” Kyuhyun said conversationally.
Jongwoon’s entire body decided that it was a very good idea to go limp at that exact moment and he promptly did an impromptu faceplant, his head hitting the concrete flooring with a dull thud.
-
The magic-themed music video was scrapped immediately. Jungsu had voiced his concerns that no amount of insurance could cover the possible damages that the music video would incur, and everyone who was of sound mind heartily agreed.
In the end, Jongwoon had a brief scene with fire (a lighter was cleverly hidden behind his hand, of course). As for Sungmin, he was tasked with flicking deck after deck of poker cards into the air; it was probably an odd tribute to Jongwoon’s and Sungmin’s cancelled card-throwing act.
None of it made sense, but Jongwoon couldn’t care less. All he understood was that he needed to buy Sungmin a new pink nightdress as soon as possible. He would start piecing back his dignity after that.
***
A/N: I typed this while running a mild temperature, so it’s not supposed to make sense. Though, I think the summary is misleading, LMAO.
Lol, alright, I’ll try to explain this fic: From the very random scenes of Sungmin spamming playing cards into the air and Yesung producing a flame, I came to the obviously delusional conclusion that the both of them were supposed to be magicians of some sort in the MV. 8D One’s mind goes to all sorts of places when one’s ill, I suppose.
Comments are appreciated! (: