SuJu 100 fics challenge: 019. Clocks, Shindong/Eunhyuk
Author: Risabet
Title: 019. Clocks, Shindong/Eunhyuk
Word count: 831
Rating: G, humor
Summary: When Eunhyuk faces the threat of having to appear in a dreaded variety show - all thanks to Junsu - he resorts to the only reasonable option: hiding. Shindong’s opinion on this logic differs, though.
Fic count: 18/100
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Eunhyuk glanced at his digital watch, squinting to see the small digits on the small, green-tinted screen. Good, only eleven hours to go.
There was soft rustling somewhere above his head and suddenly a ray of light flooded in, hitting him squarely in the eye.
"Argh."
"I-, what, Hyukjae?" Shindong was standing at the now-opened closet door, peering down at his friend, his expression slightly surprised, although not nearly as surprised as it could have been. After all, people in the closet weren't unheard of in this particular household, but normally it either meant that someone was drunk or that Shiwon was getting grilled about his sexuality yet again.
"Hyung, getingetingetindon'tjuststandthereclosethedoor!" Shindong slipped quickly inside, alarmed by the audible panic in the younger man's voice, and slammed the door shut behind himself, despite the irrationality of the whole situation. He vaguely noted that being squished between Hyukjae's knee and the wall was exceptionally uncomfortable, especially since he seemed to have seated himself on something that felt suspiciously like Heebum's old litter box.
"Yah. You. What the hell?"
"Are you sure you're alone?"
"Well, I think I might have left Sungmin in my back pocket, but other than that we are safe."
"Good, good," Eunhyuk said, nodding his head in all seriousness. Shindong stared at him but decided to let it - it being something he wasn’t sure he wanted to explore further - pass as Hyukjae seemed to prepare himself for what Shindong really hoped was an explanation.
"You see, there is this new show."
"Show."
"A variety show. I saw it on TV last night. Junsu was on it. You know Junsu, right?"
"Might have passed him at the studio once or twice. Of course I know Junsu, you monkey. So...?"
"So that stupid twat named me when the guests got to choose the next victi- visitors, I mean. The people who visit the show. Yes." Morbid curiosity took over, and Shindong couldn't stop himself from asking the obvious, although he knew he wouldn't really want to know the answer.
"And this show that you may have to appear in because of Junsu's big mouth, it is of some horrible nature?" Eunhyuk nodded furiously.
"Yes! It is a cooking show." Shindong blinked in the dark. This was beginning to remind him of the day on which they had discovered Sungmin’s irrational fear of birds.
"Pardon me if I'm wrong, but aren't we both in that group that recently made big money by singing about exactly that? Cooking? What's so horrible about that?"
"Hyung, that's just it! I can't cook! But Junsu said I could and he went on and on about that stupid song of ours and the really cute co-host thinks I'm a culinary genius, and she actually even has my number, because we've worked together before and everything! And Junsu knows it, that bastard, I bet he's after her, too. Or not, maybe he's just trying to make my life miserable out of the sheer joy he gets out of it, how would I know. But if they don't find me in time-"
"-your sorry ass will be saved. From a really weird and dysfunctional fear. That you’ve figured out by following a really deranged train of thought."
"Yes! Wait, no! Hyung, you don't understand!" Hyukjae made a whimpering sound and buried his face in his hands. This evoked no sympathy in Shindong. His back hurt. It was hard to breathe in the cramped space that wasn’t supposed to accommodate people in the first place. He had better things to do during the small amount of spare time he had. In short, he was growing very, very tired of this particular episode of fail.
"You're right, I really don't understand how hiding in the closet-"
"-for twelve hours-"
"-for, what, wait, what, why twelve hours?"
"They tape the show daily. But, like I said, if they don't find me in time I'll inevitably miss it!" The victorious tone of this final statement hung between them like an over-sized balloon, filling up the tiny room all the way to the ceiling.
"And it never occurred to you that the staff might try and contact you tomorrow instead? Or the day after that?" Shindong thought he could almost hear the balloon of victory burst and disappear. A good example to follow, he decided.
"Well, I'm off. I can't even remember why I came here in the first place, but I'm sure it can't have been all that important. Instead of whatever it was I shall go out and wait until they cancel the show and then come back to inform you." He scrambled up and sighed wearily at the state of mankind in general. The last thing he heard before he once again pulled the closet door shut behind him was a groan accompanied by a soft thud, implying that the weight of the world had crushed one of his fellow members yet again. Some people would just never learn.
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Notes: Silly thing of a ficlet. Sometimes I really do get the impression that Shindong has a lot to go through on a daily basis!
This may be obvious, but Junsu = Xiah Junsu of DBSK, Hyukjae’s eternal fail friend. I love them ♥
Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome!
Title: 019. Clocks, Shindong/Eunhyuk
Word count: 831
Rating: G, humor
Summary: When Eunhyuk faces the threat of having to appear in a dreaded variety show - all thanks to Junsu - he resorts to the only reasonable option: hiding. Shindong’s opinion on this logic differs, though.
Fic count: 18/100
Archive.
Eunhyuk glanced at his digital watch, squinting to see the small digits on the small, green-tinted screen. Good, only eleven hours to go.
There was soft rustling somewhere above his head and suddenly a ray of light flooded in, hitting him squarely in the eye.
"Argh."
"I-, what, Hyukjae?" Shindong was standing at the now-opened closet door, peering down at his friend, his expression slightly surprised, although not nearly as surprised as it could have been. After all, people in the closet weren't unheard of in this particular household, but normally it either meant that someone was drunk or that Shiwon was getting grilled about his sexuality yet again.
"Hyung, getingetingetindon'tjuststandthereclosethedoor!" Shindong slipped quickly inside, alarmed by the audible panic in the younger man's voice, and slammed the door shut behind himself, despite the irrationality of the whole situation. He vaguely noted that being squished between Hyukjae's knee and the wall was exceptionally uncomfortable, especially since he seemed to have seated himself on something that felt suspiciously like Heebum's old litter box.
"Yah. You. What the hell?"
"Are you sure you're alone?"
"Well, I think I might have left Sungmin in my back pocket, but other than that we are safe."
"Good, good," Eunhyuk said, nodding his head in all seriousness. Shindong stared at him but decided to let it - it being something he wasn’t sure he wanted to explore further - pass as Hyukjae seemed to prepare himself for what Shindong really hoped was an explanation.
"You see, there is this new show."
"Show."
"A variety show. I saw it on TV last night. Junsu was on it. You know Junsu, right?"
"Might have passed him at the studio once or twice. Of course I know Junsu, you monkey. So...?"
"So that stupid twat named me when the guests got to choose the next victi- visitors, I mean. The people who visit the show. Yes." Morbid curiosity took over, and Shindong couldn't stop himself from asking the obvious, although he knew he wouldn't really want to know the answer.
"And this show that you may have to appear in because of Junsu's big mouth, it is of some horrible nature?" Eunhyuk nodded furiously.
"Yes! It is a cooking show." Shindong blinked in the dark. This was beginning to remind him of the day on which they had discovered Sungmin’s irrational fear of birds.
"Pardon me if I'm wrong, but aren't we both in that group that recently made big money by singing about exactly that? Cooking? What's so horrible about that?"
"Hyung, that's just it! I can't cook! But Junsu said I could and he went on and on about that stupid song of ours and the really cute co-host thinks I'm a culinary genius, and she actually even has my number, because we've worked together before and everything! And Junsu knows it, that bastard, I bet he's after her, too. Or not, maybe he's just trying to make my life miserable out of the sheer joy he gets out of it, how would I know. But if they don't find me in time-"
"-your sorry ass will be saved. From a really weird and dysfunctional fear. That you’ve figured out by following a really deranged train of thought."
"Yes! Wait, no! Hyung, you don't understand!" Hyukjae made a whimpering sound and buried his face in his hands. This evoked no sympathy in Shindong. His back hurt. It was hard to breathe in the cramped space that wasn’t supposed to accommodate people in the first place. He had better things to do during the small amount of spare time he had. In short, he was growing very, very tired of this particular episode of fail.
"You're right, I really don't understand how hiding in the closet-"
"-for twelve hours-"
"-for, what, wait, what, why twelve hours?"
"They tape the show daily. But, like I said, if they don't find me in time I'll inevitably miss it!" The victorious tone of this final statement hung between them like an over-sized balloon, filling up the tiny room all the way to the ceiling.
"And it never occurred to you that the staff might try and contact you tomorrow instead? Or the day after that?" Shindong thought he could almost hear the balloon of victory burst and disappear. A good example to follow, he decided.
"Well, I'm off. I can't even remember why I came here in the first place, but I'm sure it can't have been all that important. Instead of whatever it was I shall go out and wait until they cancel the show and then come back to inform you." He scrambled up and sighed wearily at the state of mankind in general. The last thing he heard before he once again pulled the closet door shut behind him was a groan accompanied by a soft thud, implying that the weight of the world had crushed one of his fellow members yet again. Some people would just never learn.
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Notes: Silly thing of a ficlet. Sometimes I really do get the impression that Shindong has a lot to go through on a daily basis!
This may be obvious, but Junsu = Xiah Junsu of DBSK, Hyukjae’s eternal fail friend. I love them ♥
Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome!