Dates (oneshot)
Title: Dates
Pairing: Various
Genre: General, Crack
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Super Junior and So Nyeo Shi Dae have a day off. Heechul leads the way.
Disclaimer: I own words, not people.
Note: Het pairings?
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Dates
It was a perfectly peaceful Sunday.
“Yah!”
Well, as perfectly peaceful as it could get in the Super Junior dorms.
“Nobody has a schedule today! Let’s take the girls out!” orders the usually flamboyant Kim Heechul.
“Go alone, hyung. You’re the one who always spends time with f(x),” Sungmin brushes off as he plucks the cords of his guitar.
“Not them pabo!” Heechul rolls his eyes at his dongsaeng - at all of his dongsaengs who are looking at him with weird expressions (you would think they would have gotten used to it by now) - as if he was stating the obvious, “They’re busy with their comeback, anyway. No, I’m talking about our female counterparts.”
Now that catches the interest of said guitarist and the rest of the band.
Leeteuk still looks at him with a doubting expression. Heechul sighs.
“Didn’t you notice?! They’re lost wayyyyy too much weight! We’ve got to treat them to barbecue or something, or they’ll disappear and the world will definitely think you are all gay…”
“Says the gayest one of us all,” mutters Kyuhyun in his computer’s microphone.
“… so, as a fabulous and awesome hyung, I’m just doing you all a favour.”
They all seem to think about it, but Heechul doesn’t give them enough time because he quickly distributes slips of paper to all of the members.
“I already drew lots, so blame fate if you’re not happy with the one you’re taking out!”
They all look at their slips… and groan.
Blaming Kim Heechul was way easier than blaming fate.
*
Yesung silently creeps into the room - he’s what you would call an expert - carefully watching for any sign of rug folds or threads of thin air that could - definitely would - make him trip.
He sees her chest heaving up and down, her breathing caressing those not-too-full, not-too-thin lips of hers. They’re just the perfect shape and just the perfect rosy colour.
But he, the odd one, is more interested by her cute cupid bow which, coincidently, ends the little dip that extends from the nose to the upper lip, the part rumours - okay, maybe not only rumours - say he is obsessed with.
He extends a small hand, his index slowly approaching that cute cupid bow of hers.
Snap!
“YAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Yoona is awake, eyes wide open, finger - Yesung’s finger - between her teeth, grinning.
“Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!” the vocalist yells in panic.
She loosens her grip on his finger so that it doesn’t hurt anymore, but she is still grinning.
“Yesung-oppa,” she manages to say, eyes twinkling. Her voice always seems to have a hint of a scolding tone when she says his name. It might be so, “it may still work with the Super Junior oppas, but I know you.”
Yesung makes a face and thinks something along the lines of and SHE is supposed to be every Korean man’s ideal woman?!
If they knew better…
Yesung is about to reply something when he feels her soft, wet, pink tongue around his still-between-her-teeth finger. It was as if she was kissing it better, but, seeing her naughty expression, it was anything but innocent.
She releases his finger with a sucking noise and whines, “Oppa~!”
He feels completely doomed as her voice entices him and brings him closer to her.
Better if they don’t know…
She grins as she sees his pupils dilating, turning darker with lust.
She is about to pull him by the collar when…
“Oh, please!” they hear Yuri’s voice from the other side of the room. “Get a room,” she says as she tries to get back to sleep.
They both stare at her. She groans. “Another room!” she specifies.
They both cackle and run out of the shared bedroom.
*
“I like your new haicut,” Leeteuk grins, referring to Taeyeon’s short hair. “It makes you look more mature.”
They are walking behind the rest of their respective groups; this way, they can keep an eye on the kids.
She chuckles, “Oh? And there I thought you were a pedophile, oppa.”
Leeteuk groans, “This isn’t…”
“Wasn’t one of your latest scandals with Krystal?” she interrupts, pretending to be thinking out loud, a finger resting on her cute flawless chin, doll eyes sparkling more than usual.
“Hey!”
“And I do remember you crushing over Yoona… and she’s younger than me!”
“Hey~!”
“Even Kangin-oppa is younger than you…”
“HEY!”
“And then, there’s m...!” she gets interrupted by a pair of soft lips against hers.
She feels arms slowly surrounding her petite frame. She smiles against his lips before closing her sparkling eyes and responding to the tender kiss.
He gently lets go of her lips and opens his eyes. He scowls when he sees her smirking at him.
“Age doesn’t matter!” he exclaims. “And you’re old enough,” he mutters.
She laughs and laces her fingers with his.
*
“So… how’s my sister?” Jessica grins and Heechul rolls his eyes.
“Why do you ask me? She’s your sister.”
“You spend more time with her than I do.”
“Well, you should make time for her in your hectic schedule!”
“I am in the middle of our Japanese debut. Besides, your schedule is even more hectic than mine; you just sacrifice your time because you have a soft spot for f(x).”
“Sulli’s better than your sister,” he says dryly.
“And for me!” she adds with a perfect smile and he goes, “Aish!”
They continue walking side by side. The sun makes Jessica’s new hair colour shine.
“This wasn’t my idea of a Sunday outing…” Heechul scowls as he thinks of where they are heading to.
Jessica laughs, “You can always wait for us, oppa.”
They see his favourite dongsaeng walk past them.
Heechul sighs, “How are things between you and Donghae?”
She raises an eyebrow, “Oppa, you know perfectly well that it didn’t work between us a long time ago.”
“I know, I know. It’s just…”
She lets out a small laugh.
“Oppa, try to accept that even though you sacrificed your oh-so unrequited love for me for your favourite dongsaeng, it didn’t lead to anything more,” she sticks her tongue out at him.
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, “You dongsaengs are so ungrateful.”
She laughs.
When she calms down, she asks,
“How are things between you and Hangkyung-oppa?”
That stops him dead in his tracks.
She waits.
“Is there an answer other than ‘great’?”
They both grin.
*
Yuri kneels down and closes her eyes.
This wasn’t my idea of an outing, she thinks and immediately asks for forgiveness because she does love God very much and is grateful for all the good things he had brought her.
When Heechul had ordered all of the Super Junior members to take the girls out, Siwon had said that there was nothing more convenient than all going to church on a beautiful Sunday. And, because most of them are all religious, they all agreed (except Heechul of course).
Forgive me for wanting to spend time with him instead of you…
After what seems like hours, they finally get out.
Siwon is in a deep conversation with Donghae and she feels bad for feeling annoyed because she likes Donghae, but she is rarely free and Siwon must spend more time with Donghae than with her anyway, so she has the right to feel annoyed…
A few minutes pass and he is still not according attention to her.
Tsk, so much for being a gentleman.
She is a good girl. Often overshadowed by Yoona - like the rest of So Nyeo Shi Dae - people don’t notice how naturally beautiful she is. She has the same beauty as Yoona, but it is completed with innocence similar to their maknae’s. She dances well, plays music well. She is highly educated and Siwon doesn’t fail to notice how perfect she is.
Except that he seems to have forgotten right now because Yuri’s only rival for Siwon’s love is God.
“Siyuan!” she finally exclaims.
She has that habit of switching to Chinese whenever she wants to have an intimate conversation with him, but she forgets Donghae can understand everything she says.
“Heechul-oppa said YOU had to care care of ME! Not God, not Donghai, ME! Are you going to disobey your hyung?”
Donghae chuckles and discreetly walks away with Tiffany, leaving a dumbstuck Siwon.
“Yu… Yuri-ah,” he stutters.
She doesn’t pout; she just waits.
Siwon makes a face, his eyebrows rising; he looks like a lost puppy and she is tempted to forgive him right away without asking anything.
“Let’s go to the beach?” he suggests. “You like swimming.”
She smiles, “Alright.”
He extends a large, strong hand and she covers his palm with her petite one.
*
As Donghae leaves his close friend who is making up with his girlfriend, he walks closer to Tiffany.
“So…” he says in English.
“I can speak Korean, so let’s speak Korean. Your English sucks anyway.”
Always says things directly, Donghae thinks, amused.
“Did you have anything to confess today?” he asks with his ever present boyish smile that might get on your nerves if it hints a bit of teasing.
She raises an eyebrow, “No Donghae. Did you expect me to confess anything?”
“Donghae-oppa!” he corrects happily.
“Donghae-oppa,” she repeats, annoyed that she had, once again, forgot to put honorifics after one’s name.
“Well…” he thinks aloud, “I was wondering if you had, again, watched one of those sinful movies.”
“YAH!” she exclaims and he laughs, loud and clear, and cannot stop.
He is totally making fun of her and she is totally annoyed by it.
He is fairly amused because she gets even more beautiful when she frowns like that, and she shows more of her forehead and he has a thing for foreheads like hers.
“You can tell me, you know…” he resumes with his sickly sweet tone. “I don’t mind, I’m best friends with Hyukkie after all…”
She punches his shoulder. A little bit more than lightly because she is American after all.
It’s okay because Donghae likes girls who fight for themselves. That makes him grin even more.
“What kind was it? Het? Lesbian?...”
“Shut up!” she yells in English.
Donghae stops laughing and stares at her. Now he is just scaring the hell out of her but she maintains her glare. He steps closer. She doesn’t move; her pride stops her from doing so.
He brushes her bangs out of her forehead. She is annoyed, angry and terribly beautiful and she just told him off in English and he finds that extremely arousing.
He brings a hand to her cheek. “You’ve lost weight,” he remarks.
“Tsk, what you are thinking of right now isn’t going to make me gain weight,” she replies in a snarky tone.
“No,” he says in a low voice, a deep low arousing voice. “But it does make you hungry afterwards.”
He takes another step forward. She can feel his hot breath against her forehead.
“You are a strange man, Donghae,” she whispers.
“Donghae-oppa,” he corrects.
“Donghae-oppa,” she nods. “You’re always pining for the bitchy ones. First, Jessica, now…”
“You’re not Jessica,” he cuts.
“Indeed.”
She feels his lips against her neck, his teeth gently biting her skin. She pants and swallows a moan.
“Now, now… you’re not going to do this in public.”
“No way, you’re mine,” he grunts and Tiffany is reminded that he is often compared to a raptor, but that it is probably not for this reason.
Lips now in her hair, he leads her to a nearby hotel.
“You know what’s the difference between me and Hyukkie?”
She doesn’t know and, right now, she honestly doesn’t care, but she is a polite girl, so she still replies, “No.”
He kisses her on the lips, “I actually go for the real thing.”
*
Ryeowook is terribly annoyed with the fact that all of the members have disappeared, leaving him alone again to prepare the meat for tonight’s barbecue.
But then again, maybe it is better for them to disappear so that nothing would provoke a fire in his dear kitchen.
Like Yesung for example.
But the lovely Sooyoung has stayed to help him because she is such a good dongsaeng.
Wherever there is food, there is Sooyoung, and Ryeowook feels actually grateful because she has obeyed him without uttering a single question. She looks after things, cuts whatever he asked her to cut, runs errands, carries heavy stuff…
He repeats that she is indeed a good dongsaeng and that she totally deserves a taste of everything he is making
Sooyoung is in heaven.
And as she is cutting cabbage, she is savouring a small bowl of bulgogi that Ryeowook has made especially for her.
She eats happily as she works and he happily fills her bowl again and again.
Their relationship is a bit odd. She is the tallest of her group while he is the shortest of his. He is still taller than her by very few centimetres - enough for him to keep his male pride. As a once Japanese artist, that description rings bells in her mind, but she doesn’t really think further over it. As long as she has food, she is okay.
She hears the rest of the member outside of the dorms. They are loud.
Before Ryeowook goes to answer the door (he has locked it so that his kitchen would remain safe), he tells her,
“Sooyoung-ah, I’ve hidden more meat for you to grill in the very back of the refrigerator.”
Her eyes light up and she grins.
She runs very fast towards him and almost jumps on him as she hugs him very tightly.
“Thank you oppa!”
*
Hyoyeon’s quick steps lead her back to the dance studio, Eunhyuk on her heels.
“Aww!”
“No!”
“Please!”
“No!”
“Come on!”
“I said NO, oppa!” Hyoyeon yells as she turns to face Super Junior’s main dancer.
“Why?” Eunhyuk pouts.
“Because it’s personal!” she scoffs and makes her way to the audio system to put some music on.
She doesn’t really pay attention to the CD that’s inside the player and goes back to the middle of the room to stretch.
Soft familiar music starts to play.
“What the…?! Why is the KhunToria dance music CD still in here?!” she scowls.
Eunhyuk grins, “You forget I helped in the choreography.”
She scoffs, “You only included touching and kisses.”
His grin widens, “Well, they had to show they were a couple, didn’t they?”
She scoffs again and Eunhyuk is reminded of the way Victoria did the same thing in the short video preceding the dance. An idea comes to him.
“You know how to dance this, right?” he asks.
She rolls her eyes, “Of course! I memorise most moves after watching them once.”
He nods, “Then… if you dance it… without any flaw, I’ll stop bothering you.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Is that a challenge?”
He starts to stretch next to her, “You bet it is.”
“Alright,” she accepts and they wait for the tango music to finish. Hyoyeon tries not to blush as she remembers that this is where the KhunToria kiss happens.
Jazz music follows, and Eunhyk and Hyoyeon put on serious, professional faces as they start their moves. Perfection describes their moves. She doesn’t even flinch when Eunhyuk starts touching her - This dance has a lot of touching after all.
She brushes a hand off his cheek, he tilts her, and the music changes into a more rapid-paced one.
She is relieved when she manages to give herself enough swing for him to flip her over his shoulder. After that, nothing should be very difficult.
The music ends and she feels happy. She didn’t mess up; all her moves were perfect.
She’s about to leave the room when Eunhyuk grabs her arm.
“Ouch! It hurts,” she says loudly and is, again, reminded of the video preceding the dance.
“You have to tell me,” he says seriously.
“Why? I won the bet.”
“No you didn’t.”
She gives him an incredulous expression.
“You didn’t kiss me at the end,” he continues.
“They didn’t even kiss for real!”
“You didn’t even pretend,” he grins.
She scoffs.
“Why do you want to know so much?”
“So I can beat the guy up if he ever hurts you.”
She laughs, “You wouldn’t beat him up.”
He cocks his head to the side, “How so?”
She looks at him in the eyes, “Because it’s you, pabo!”
Now she prepares to leave the room, but he grabs her again and, this time, kisses her.
She is too stunned to do anything.
He releases her. “There,” he says. “Now it’s perfect.”
Confusion can be read on her face.
Eunhyuk grins, “Only a couple could dance this perfectly.”
*
Everyone is loud in the Super Junior dorm and there isn’t enough space for everybody even though Siwon and Yuri went back to Siwon’s place just because.
For that reason, Sungmin prefers to stay in the tranquility of his room.
“Here oppa, I brought you some grilled meat,” Sunny says with a sweet voice and an eye smile as she shuts the door behind her with her hip.
Sungmin stops plucking his guitar and looks at her, grinning, “You should be the one eating.”
She rolls her eyes, “Whose fault is it?”
He still grins, “As much as I am flattered by your words, I think we have to put your hectic schedule into account too, so eat.”
He grabs the chopsticks and starts to feed her. The food must be delicious because she moans at every bite she takes.
Now, this is just too much.
He puts the plate on his nightstand, and crushes his lips on hers. Her eyes widen, but she quickly follows his lead as his talented tongue tickles the inside of her mouth.
She moans again. He grins and lets go.
“Sweet,” he comments.
She pouts a pout that is surely similar to his, but still works nonetheless, “Oppa, not now.”
He embraces her.
“Don’t worry,” he says mischievously, “I’ll make sure you eat. After all, forcing someone to eat isn’t frowned upon by the law.”
Then she squeals as he grabs her and throws her on the bed in a very safe way, thanks to his martial arts techniques.
*
They are in their own world as they sing together in the practice room. It is always like this: whenever they have to perform together, it is as if they were alone in the world.
“Kyuhyun-oppa!” she chirps as they take a break. “Let’s sing the Banmal Song!”
Kyuhyun chokes on his water, eyes widening, “Are you out of your mind?!”
She sticks her tongue at him and laughs, laughs, laughs.
He glares, “I hate that.”
She stops, but keeps a smile. “What?” she inquires.
If there is one person - one! - snarky Kyuhyun wouldn’t - couldn’t! - act snarky with, it is Seohyun. Nobody could resist her innocent charm, not even Heechul.
“He changed you. You’re snarky now,” he mumbles.
“Wasn’t I snarky before?” she asks, eyes brightening.
He hits his forehead with the palm of his hand, a bit discouraged, “Yes, but you weren’t aware of it. Now, you’re doing it intentionally.”
“Isn’t it better, oppa?” Why must her voice sound so melodious? “That way, I understand your jokes and I don’t appear as innocent anymore.”
He shakes his head, “No, no, no. It was better when you were innocent. It was better for us. Now, you’re telling me he stole your innocence, which is very, very wrong.”
She smiles innocently. He groans.
“You’re going to drive us all crazy!”
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So this all started when I said the girls lost weight. My friend replied that Super Junior should take them out for BBQ and I thought about not-so-innocent things.
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Pairing: Various
Genre: General, Crack
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Super Junior and So Nyeo Shi Dae have a day off. Heechul leads the way.
Disclaimer: I own words, not people.
Note: Het pairings?
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Dates
It was a perfectly peaceful Sunday.
“Yah!”
Well, as perfectly peaceful as it could get in the Super Junior dorms.
“Nobody has a schedule today! Let’s take the girls out!” orders the usually flamboyant Kim Heechul.
“Go alone, hyung. You’re the one who always spends time with f(x),” Sungmin brushes off as he plucks the cords of his guitar.
“Not them pabo!” Heechul rolls his eyes at his dongsaeng - at all of his dongsaengs who are looking at him with weird expressions (you would think they would have gotten used to it by now) - as if he was stating the obvious, “They’re busy with their comeback, anyway. No, I’m talking about our female counterparts.”
Now that catches the interest of said guitarist and the rest of the band.
Leeteuk still looks at him with a doubting expression. Heechul sighs.
“Didn’t you notice?! They’re lost wayyyyy too much weight! We’ve got to treat them to barbecue or something, or they’ll disappear and the world will definitely think you are all gay…”
“Says the gayest one of us all,” mutters Kyuhyun in his computer’s microphone.
“… so, as a fabulous and awesome hyung, I’m just doing you all a favour.”
They all seem to think about it, but Heechul doesn’t give them enough time because he quickly distributes slips of paper to all of the members.
“I already drew lots, so blame fate if you’re not happy with the one you’re taking out!”
They all look at their slips… and groan.
Blaming Kim Heechul was way easier than blaming fate.
*
Yesung silently creeps into the room - he’s what you would call an expert - carefully watching for any sign of rug folds or threads of thin air that could - definitely would - make him trip.
He sees her chest heaving up and down, her breathing caressing those not-too-full, not-too-thin lips of hers. They’re just the perfect shape and just the perfect rosy colour.
But he, the odd one, is more interested by her cute cupid bow which, coincidently, ends the little dip that extends from the nose to the upper lip, the part rumours - okay, maybe not only rumours - say he is obsessed with.
He extends a small hand, his index slowly approaching that cute cupid bow of hers.
Snap!
“YAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Yoona is awake, eyes wide open, finger - Yesung’s finger - between her teeth, grinning.
“Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!” the vocalist yells in panic.
She loosens her grip on his finger so that it doesn’t hurt anymore, but she is still grinning.
“Yesung-oppa,” she manages to say, eyes twinkling. Her voice always seems to have a hint of a scolding tone when she says his name. It might be so, “it may still work with the Super Junior oppas, but I know you.”
Yesung makes a face and thinks something along the lines of and SHE is supposed to be every Korean man’s ideal woman?!
If they knew better…
Yesung is about to reply something when he feels her soft, wet, pink tongue around his still-between-her-teeth finger. It was as if she was kissing it better, but, seeing her naughty expression, it was anything but innocent.
She releases his finger with a sucking noise and whines, “Oppa~!”
He feels completely doomed as her voice entices him and brings him closer to her.
Better if they don’t know…
She grins as she sees his pupils dilating, turning darker with lust.
She is about to pull him by the collar when…
“Oh, please!” they hear Yuri’s voice from the other side of the room. “Get a room,” she says as she tries to get back to sleep.
They both stare at her. She groans. “Another room!” she specifies.
They both cackle and run out of the shared bedroom.
*
“I like your new haicut,” Leeteuk grins, referring to Taeyeon’s short hair. “It makes you look more mature.”
They are walking behind the rest of their respective groups; this way, they can keep an eye on the kids.
She chuckles, “Oh? And there I thought you were a pedophile, oppa.”
Leeteuk groans, “This isn’t…”
“Wasn’t one of your latest scandals with Krystal?” she interrupts, pretending to be thinking out loud, a finger resting on her cute flawless chin, doll eyes sparkling more than usual.
“Hey!”
“And I do remember you crushing over Yoona… and she’s younger than me!”
“Hey~!”
“Even Kangin-oppa is younger than you…”
“HEY!”
“And then, there’s m...!” she gets interrupted by a pair of soft lips against hers.
She feels arms slowly surrounding her petite frame. She smiles against his lips before closing her sparkling eyes and responding to the tender kiss.
He gently lets go of her lips and opens his eyes. He scowls when he sees her smirking at him.
“Age doesn’t matter!” he exclaims. “And you’re old enough,” he mutters.
She laughs and laces her fingers with his.
*
“So… how’s my sister?” Jessica grins and Heechul rolls his eyes.
“Why do you ask me? She’s your sister.”
“You spend more time with her than I do.”
“Well, you should make time for her in your hectic schedule!”
“I am in the middle of our Japanese debut. Besides, your schedule is even more hectic than mine; you just sacrifice your time because you have a soft spot for f(x).”
“Sulli’s better than your sister,” he says dryly.
“And for me!” she adds with a perfect smile and he goes, “Aish!”
They continue walking side by side. The sun makes Jessica’s new hair colour shine.
“This wasn’t my idea of a Sunday outing…” Heechul scowls as he thinks of where they are heading to.
Jessica laughs, “You can always wait for us, oppa.”
They see his favourite dongsaeng walk past them.
Heechul sighs, “How are things between you and Donghae?”
She raises an eyebrow, “Oppa, you know perfectly well that it didn’t work between us a long time ago.”
“I know, I know. It’s just…”
She lets out a small laugh.
“Oppa, try to accept that even though you sacrificed your oh-so unrequited love for me for your favourite dongsaeng, it didn’t lead to anything more,” she sticks her tongue out at him.
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, “You dongsaengs are so ungrateful.”
She laughs.
When she calms down, she asks,
“How are things between you and Hangkyung-oppa?”
That stops him dead in his tracks.
She waits.
“Is there an answer other than ‘great’?”
They both grin.
*
Yuri kneels down and closes her eyes.
This wasn’t my idea of an outing, she thinks and immediately asks for forgiveness because she does love God very much and is grateful for all the good things he had brought her.
When Heechul had ordered all of the Super Junior members to take the girls out, Siwon had said that there was nothing more convenient than all going to church on a beautiful Sunday. And, because most of them are all religious, they all agreed (except Heechul of course).
Forgive me for wanting to spend time with him instead of you…
After what seems like hours, they finally get out.
Siwon is in a deep conversation with Donghae and she feels bad for feeling annoyed because she likes Donghae, but she is rarely free and Siwon must spend more time with Donghae than with her anyway, so she has the right to feel annoyed…
A few minutes pass and he is still not according attention to her.
Tsk, so much for being a gentleman.
She is a good girl. Often overshadowed by Yoona - like the rest of So Nyeo Shi Dae - people don’t notice how naturally beautiful she is. She has the same beauty as Yoona, but it is completed with innocence similar to their maknae’s. She dances well, plays music well. She is highly educated and Siwon doesn’t fail to notice how perfect she is.
Except that he seems to have forgotten right now because Yuri’s only rival for Siwon’s love is God.
“Siyuan!” she finally exclaims.
She has that habit of switching to Chinese whenever she wants to have an intimate conversation with him, but she forgets Donghae can understand everything she says.
“Heechul-oppa said YOU had to care care of ME! Not God, not Donghai, ME! Are you going to disobey your hyung?”
Donghae chuckles and discreetly walks away with Tiffany, leaving a dumbstuck Siwon.
“Yu… Yuri-ah,” he stutters.
She doesn’t pout; she just waits.
Siwon makes a face, his eyebrows rising; he looks like a lost puppy and she is tempted to forgive him right away without asking anything.
“Let’s go to the beach?” he suggests. “You like swimming.”
She smiles, “Alright.”
He extends a large, strong hand and she covers his palm with her petite one.
*
As Donghae leaves his close friend who is making up with his girlfriend, he walks closer to Tiffany.
“So…” he says in English.
“I can speak Korean, so let’s speak Korean. Your English sucks anyway.”
Always says things directly, Donghae thinks, amused.
“Did you have anything to confess today?” he asks with his ever present boyish smile that might get on your nerves if it hints a bit of teasing.
She raises an eyebrow, “No Donghae. Did you expect me to confess anything?”
“Donghae-oppa!” he corrects happily.
“Donghae-oppa,” she repeats, annoyed that she had, once again, forgot to put honorifics after one’s name.
“Well…” he thinks aloud, “I was wondering if you had, again, watched one of those sinful movies.”
“YAH!” she exclaims and he laughs, loud and clear, and cannot stop.
He is totally making fun of her and she is totally annoyed by it.
He is fairly amused because she gets even more beautiful when she frowns like that, and she shows more of her forehead and he has a thing for foreheads like hers.
“You can tell me, you know…” he resumes with his sickly sweet tone. “I don’t mind, I’m best friends with Hyukkie after all…”
She punches his shoulder. A little bit more than lightly because she is American after all.
It’s okay because Donghae likes girls who fight for themselves. That makes him grin even more.
“What kind was it? Het? Lesbian?...”
“Shut up!” she yells in English.
Donghae stops laughing and stares at her. Now he is just scaring the hell out of her but she maintains her glare. He steps closer. She doesn’t move; her pride stops her from doing so.
He brushes her bangs out of her forehead. She is annoyed, angry and terribly beautiful and she just told him off in English and he finds that extremely arousing.
He brings a hand to her cheek. “You’ve lost weight,” he remarks.
“Tsk, what you are thinking of right now isn’t going to make me gain weight,” she replies in a snarky tone.
“No,” he says in a low voice, a deep low arousing voice. “But it does make you hungry afterwards.”
He takes another step forward. She can feel his hot breath against her forehead.
“You are a strange man, Donghae,” she whispers.
“Donghae-oppa,” he corrects.
“Donghae-oppa,” she nods. “You’re always pining for the bitchy ones. First, Jessica, now…”
“You’re not Jessica,” he cuts.
“Indeed.”
She feels his lips against her neck, his teeth gently biting her skin. She pants and swallows a moan.
“Now, now… you’re not going to do this in public.”
“No way, you’re mine,” he grunts and Tiffany is reminded that he is often compared to a raptor, but that it is probably not for this reason.
Lips now in her hair, he leads her to a nearby hotel.
“You know what’s the difference between me and Hyukkie?”
She doesn’t know and, right now, she honestly doesn’t care, but she is a polite girl, so she still replies, “No.”
He kisses her on the lips, “I actually go for the real thing.”
*
Ryeowook is terribly annoyed with the fact that all of the members have disappeared, leaving him alone again to prepare the meat for tonight’s barbecue.
But then again, maybe it is better for them to disappear so that nothing would provoke a fire in his dear kitchen.
Like Yesung for example.
But the lovely Sooyoung has stayed to help him because she is such a good dongsaeng.
Wherever there is food, there is Sooyoung, and Ryeowook feels actually grateful because she has obeyed him without uttering a single question. She looks after things, cuts whatever he asked her to cut, runs errands, carries heavy stuff…
He repeats that she is indeed a good dongsaeng and that she totally deserves a taste of everything he is making
Sooyoung is in heaven.
And as she is cutting cabbage, she is savouring a small bowl of bulgogi that Ryeowook has made especially for her.
She eats happily as she works and he happily fills her bowl again and again.
Their relationship is a bit odd. She is the tallest of her group while he is the shortest of his. He is still taller than her by very few centimetres - enough for him to keep his male pride. As a once Japanese artist, that description rings bells in her mind, but she doesn’t really think further over it. As long as she has food, she is okay.
She hears the rest of the member outside of the dorms. They are loud.
Before Ryeowook goes to answer the door (he has locked it so that his kitchen would remain safe), he tells her,
“Sooyoung-ah, I’ve hidden more meat for you to grill in the very back of the refrigerator.”
Her eyes light up and she grins.
She runs very fast towards him and almost jumps on him as she hugs him very tightly.
“Thank you oppa!”
*
Hyoyeon’s quick steps lead her back to the dance studio, Eunhyuk on her heels.
“Aww!”
“No!”
“Please!”
“No!”
“Come on!”
“I said NO, oppa!” Hyoyeon yells as she turns to face Super Junior’s main dancer.
“Why?” Eunhyuk pouts.
“Because it’s personal!” she scoffs and makes her way to the audio system to put some music on.
She doesn’t really pay attention to the CD that’s inside the player and goes back to the middle of the room to stretch.
Soft familiar music starts to play.
“What the…?! Why is the KhunToria dance music CD still in here?!” she scowls.
Eunhyuk grins, “You forget I helped in the choreography.”
She scoffs, “You only included touching and kisses.”
His grin widens, “Well, they had to show they were a couple, didn’t they?”
She scoffs again and Eunhyuk is reminded of the way Victoria did the same thing in the short video preceding the dance. An idea comes to him.
“You know how to dance this, right?” he asks.
She rolls her eyes, “Of course! I memorise most moves after watching them once.”
He nods, “Then… if you dance it… without any flaw, I’ll stop bothering you.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Is that a challenge?”
He starts to stretch next to her, “You bet it is.”
“Alright,” she accepts and they wait for the tango music to finish. Hyoyeon tries not to blush as she remembers that this is where the KhunToria kiss happens.
Jazz music follows, and Eunhyk and Hyoyeon put on serious, professional faces as they start their moves. Perfection describes their moves. She doesn’t even flinch when Eunhyuk starts touching her - This dance has a lot of touching after all.
She brushes a hand off his cheek, he tilts her, and the music changes into a more rapid-paced one.
She is relieved when she manages to give herself enough swing for him to flip her over his shoulder. After that, nothing should be very difficult.
The music ends and she feels happy. She didn’t mess up; all her moves were perfect.
She’s about to leave the room when Eunhyuk grabs her arm.
“Ouch! It hurts,” she says loudly and is, again, reminded of the video preceding the dance.
“You have to tell me,” he says seriously.
“Why? I won the bet.”
“No you didn’t.”
She gives him an incredulous expression.
“You didn’t kiss me at the end,” he continues.
“They didn’t even kiss for real!”
“You didn’t even pretend,” he grins.
She scoffs.
“Why do you want to know so much?”
“So I can beat the guy up if he ever hurts you.”
She laughs, “You wouldn’t beat him up.”
He cocks his head to the side, “How so?”
She looks at him in the eyes, “Because it’s you, pabo!”
Now she prepares to leave the room, but he grabs her again and, this time, kisses her.
She is too stunned to do anything.
He releases her. “There,” he says. “Now it’s perfect.”
Confusion can be read on her face.
Eunhyuk grins, “Only a couple could dance this perfectly.”
*
Everyone is loud in the Super Junior dorm and there isn’t enough space for everybody even though Siwon and Yuri went back to Siwon’s place just because.
For that reason, Sungmin prefers to stay in the tranquility of his room.
“Here oppa, I brought you some grilled meat,” Sunny says with a sweet voice and an eye smile as she shuts the door behind her with her hip.
Sungmin stops plucking his guitar and looks at her, grinning, “You should be the one eating.”
She rolls her eyes, “Whose fault is it?”
He still grins, “As much as I am flattered by your words, I think we have to put your hectic schedule into account too, so eat.”
He grabs the chopsticks and starts to feed her. The food must be delicious because she moans at every bite she takes.
Now, this is just too much.
He puts the plate on his nightstand, and crushes his lips on hers. Her eyes widen, but she quickly follows his lead as his talented tongue tickles the inside of her mouth.
She moans again. He grins and lets go.
“Sweet,” he comments.
She pouts a pout that is surely similar to his, but still works nonetheless, “Oppa, not now.”
He embraces her.
“Don’t worry,” he says mischievously, “I’ll make sure you eat. After all, forcing someone to eat isn’t frowned upon by the law.”
Then she squeals as he grabs her and throws her on the bed in a very safe way, thanks to his martial arts techniques.
*
They are in their own world as they sing together in the practice room. It is always like this: whenever they have to perform together, it is as if they were alone in the world.
“Kyuhyun-oppa!” she chirps as they take a break. “Let’s sing the Banmal Song!”
Kyuhyun chokes on his water, eyes widening, “Are you out of your mind?!”
She sticks her tongue at him and laughs, laughs, laughs.
He glares, “I hate that.”
She stops, but keeps a smile. “What?” she inquires.
If there is one person - one! - snarky Kyuhyun wouldn’t - couldn’t! - act snarky with, it is Seohyun. Nobody could resist her innocent charm, not even Heechul.
“He changed you. You’re snarky now,” he mumbles.
“Wasn’t I snarky before?” she asks, eyes brightening.
He hits his forehead with the palm of his hand, a bit discouraged, “Yes, but you weren’t aware of it. Now, you’re doing it intentionally.”
“Isn’t it better, oppa?” Why must her voice sound so melodious? “That way, I understand your jokes and I don’t appear as innocent anymore.”
He shakes his head, “No, no, no. It was better when you were innocent. It was better for us. Now, you’re telling me he stole your innocence, which is very, very wrong.”
She smiles innocently. He groans.
“You’re going to drive us all crazy!”
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So this all started when I said the girls lost weight. My friend replied that Super Junior should take them out for BBQ and I thought about not-so-innocent things.
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