Shihanday drabble challenge, Third Week
Title: Week Three (of the of the month long shihanaday drabble a day self challenge)
Pairing: Shihan
Rating: PG/R
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Genre: All AUs
A/N: My apologizes for the delay, twas working on another monster. As with the previous weeks drabbles are based on the pictures. This set starts from June 24th - 160
Beta who keeps me up to date on all Super Show II news: wobaozhewo
160 - A-tisket a-tasket…
Once upon a time, there was a little boy born into a world where everything was big.
His parents were big, his house was big and even the people who came to take care of him and play with him were big.
The only thing in his world that was smaller than him was a white stuffed fluffy bunny his parents had given him. It had long soft ears that often flopped over one side of its head that the boy loved to bury his hands in when he petted it.
As much as he loved that bunny, the boy didn’t like being the smallest thing in his world. While hugging the bunny close to his chest one day, he decided that he was going to try his hand at becoming bigger.
He made his mind bigger by studying extra hard and becoming an ace student in all his classes. He made his spirit bigger by finding a divinity that was much bigger than everything and anything else in the world and investing all of his faith in it.
Whenever he made some part of himself larger, he would rush back into his room and excitedly tell his bunny, the same bunny that seemed to get smaller and smaller every time the boy grew bigger, all that he had accomplished.
One day, as he came rushing home after class, his bunny was no longer sitting at its familiar spot at the head of the boys bed.
The boy rushed to his mother, tugging impatiently on her clothes and worriedly asked her if she had seen his bunny.
“Why son,” She had exclaimed, bending down to speak to him. “Your bunny saw what a big boy you’re becoming and hopped away,” she said, patting him on his head before walking away.
If only he had remembered to make his body big too, the boy thought, sniffling as he ate his lunch. If he had remembered to make his body big then his bunny couldn’t have be able to hop to a distance that was far beyond his reach.
As he grew up, the boy began to realize it wasn’t that everything was bigger than him, was just that he hadn’t grown into the right size for it yet.
When he was able to converse eye to eye with his mother, and a few years later, when he was able to see over the top of his father’s head, he realized that his parents weren’t the looming giants he once thought they were. His house wasn’t big enough to get lost in anymore, but it was just the right size for a house that had been comfortable and well lived in.
His playmates weren’t that big really, they were just older, and though he was taller than most of them now, they all still greeted him as though he was still the pint sized toddler that had been forced upon them.
Girls cooed and were fond of his well built body and toned arms now, telling him that he should be on covers of magazines, maybe something even like Men’s Health, and the man, who was no longer a boy, simply smiled and accepted their affection for him. Though people always commented on how fine his body was, he still secretly missed the bunny that hopped away when he hadn’t been strong enough to stop it years ago.
One day, as he was strolling through the park, warming down from the run he had just completed, he couldn’t help but notice a pair of bunny ears sticking up through the thicket. As quickly as he saw it however, it soon disappeared from sight. Just when he thought he was seeing things, the ears appeared again! His curiosity piqued, he crept closer to the bush to get to the bottom of this bunny ear mystery.
When he got closer, he realized that the bunny ears did not belong to a real bunny as he had first suspected, but rather, were ornamental, attached to a handband that another man had was wearing on the top of his head. Just as he was about to leave, the bunny ear man abruptly turned around and he was so surprised that he ended up spilling half the contents of his water bottle on him.
“I’m so sorry!” he apologized profusely, but the bunny ear man only laughed as he lifted the edges of his wet collar away from his neck.
“It’s okay,” the bunny ear man said, as another laugh bubbled out of his mouth. “It’s really hot today anyway. I’m sure the kids won’t mind.”
“The kids?”
“Yeah, I teach at the daycare, ‘The Rabbit Den’ over there. I’m Hankyung by the way.”
“I’m Siwon” was all that came out of Siwon’s mouth before a hoard of squealing children wheeled around the corner and opened the hose on the both of them.
Hankyung managed to fend them away by grabbing Siwon’s water bottle, and squirting the contents of it back at the shrieking, laughing kids.
“Sorry about that,” Hankyung said, offering Siwon a towel when they were inside the office of the den.
“It’s okay,” Siwon replied, accepting the towel after he had peeled the wet shirt away from his body.
“Hey…” Hankyung started, shaking the inside of Siwon’s water bottle. “There’s still some left in here,” he said, a grin growing around the edges of his mouth as he advanced towards Siwon.
The kids didn’t know what was louder; Mr. Siwon’s laughing exclamation as Mr. Hankyung spurted water on him, or the sound Mr. Hankyung made when Mr. Siwon pushed him into an empty classroom and locked the door behind him.
***
161 - Adjectives
“Pensively determined, can you give me pensively determined, Hankyung?” the photographer shouted at him from behind the lens.
“Does this kid even know what pensive is?” he muttered, before calling to his assistant for a change in background color.
What he did think was idiotic, however, was doing a print ad for watches set in Ancient China, a time when they were using more rudimentary methods for telling time that didn't involve rotors and gears.
Obviously, getting models to try to look pensive took precedent over correct historical facts.
“Can you bring Siwon in?” the director called out as the background was finally a color to his liking.
“Who?” The set crew shouted back at him.
“The OTHER MODEL, ya idiots!” the director hollered as the crew scrabbled to get the other model.
Hankyung sat around looking pensive and wondered what the other model’s mood word was going to be.
Helpless? Constipated? and when the other model walked in, Hankyung thought Drop dead gorgeous were good words too.
***
162 - Take Off
They say if you flap your arms hard enough, you can fly.
“No, Siwon,” Hankyung said, settling his hand on Siwon’s arm. “That doesn’t work for humans.”
***
163 - Cuisine
Things just taste different by the sea.
“It’s the taste of semen.”
Siwon set down his glass of wine with a harsh clink as he stares at the waiter in front of him.
“What?” he asks, incredulity coloring his words a scandalized bright red.
The waiter sends a questioning look his way as he repeats, “I asked if you had wanted to try today’s special,” he says setting another menu in front of Siwon. “Are feeling alright sir?”
Maybe it really was a good idea for Siwon to go on vacation. They did say hearing thing was one of the first signs of exhaustion at work.
“No, no, everything’s fine. I must have heard wrong. Thank you for your concern,” Siwon says, hands tugging lightly on the shirt that he had had earlier unbuttoned. “I apologize, what did you say the specials were again?”
The smell of the waiter’s cologne wafts by light as the sea breeze, sweeping over Siwon’s senses when the waiter leans closer to point out the special as well as other dishes he recommends.
There aren’t many customers in the restaurant at this time of the day and Siwon is able to eat his meal in relative peace. He catches glimpses of his waiter lounging against the half white wall that marks off the outside dining area of the restaurant. He has a far away look in his eyes as if he is seeing a different ocean of sapphire blue, rather than the one at the beach below them. He is, however, always attentive whenever Siwon needs something.
“The meal was delicious,” Siwon comments, patting his full belly as the waiter sets the check in front of him.
”Is there anything else I can get you?” his waiter asks, leaning in a touch into Siwon’s personal space.
“No, no, I’m much too full,” Siwon replies.
“Take your time then,” his waiter says, flashing a smile as he clears off of the dishes, his fingers brushing past Siwon’s as he picks up a fork.
Siwon skims over the check, his eyes catching a number that wasn’t a part of the total with the words, “The view of the ocean from the restaurant is nice, but the view from my bedroom is better. It also appears a reservation has already been made in your name. Call to confirm.”
***
164 - Greetings
“So let’s pretend I’m someone else. How would you greet me?”
“That would depend on who you are.”
“What if I was…Jesus?”
“Sacrilegious. Am I dying?”
“Well you know what they say, the best position is always on your knees.”
“You would know.”
“Right, moving on. What if I were Hyukjae?”
“Which one?”
“When did you realize ours wasn’t the only one?”
A look.
“….Righhht, okay. What if…I were a monster?”
“Are you a monster that terrorizes people and needs to be killed?”
“…Possibly.”
“Then I’d just slay you.”
“What if I were a monster that couldn’t be snuffed?”
“What are you, a drug lord?”
“No, but that is an interesting side job. Anyway, just answer the question. What if I were a monster that couldn’t be killed?
“Like what?”
“Like…if I were a cuddle monster.”
“Oh, that’s easy. I’d just say, ‘Hi Siwon’ like I do everyday.”
***
165 - It's You
He says he’s going back to her.
You want to tell him that he’s a fool and it’s not going to work. You want to tell him that she’ll use him, stringing him along for however long she pleases while wringing him out of everything that he’s worth in both money and emotions.
But that would make you sound jealous and petty, and for someone that is his friend, his best friend in fact, this is not what you’re supposed to do, so you don’t.
Instead, you just make a sound of contemplation and vague support. You hope that it doesn’t come off as disgust and despair rising as you raise the coffee cup to your lips, only to belatedly realize that it’s already been drained. You set the cup back down with a hard clink.
His phone rings and he excuses himself to answer it, his chair scraping across the floor like nails across a blackboard as he pushes it back.
You raise your arm to signal to the waitress for another coffee and you watch him pace across the storefront, his cell phone pressed up against his ear as he talks fitfully into it.
On your third cup of coffee, he comes back inside; hair mussed and skewed from when he ran his fingers through it in frustration.
“It’s her,” he tells you, even though after the initial incident, you hadn’t asked again. “You have to understand it’s her, right? I have to go. I’m sorry,” he says, putting his jacket on.
You nod your head to show you understand and gesture towards the café doors. You don’t even know why you bother. It’s not like he doesn’t know where it is.
Even if he has another love, you can’t turn back. It’s only for him you do this. For you, it’s just him, it always has been him.
***
Looking back on it, it probably was your fault.
You were the one, who in a sudden fit of jocundity, introduced them to each other, with one arm slung around his shoulders and one hand gesturing towards her.
She had fallen for him almost right away, but it had taken a while for Hangeng to feel the same.
In a move that can only be described as pure and unrelenting masochism, you beseeched him on her behalf, encouraging him to pursue her. From day to night, you spoke to him endlessly about it, your dry lips felt like they were going to wear out from the endless effort of your words. As the words passed from out your mouth, you felt your lips go cold as they can be as you tried to freeze your heart against what you were feeling.
You often wonder why you did it. Was your love wrong? But you can’t give up, you just can’t let him go. After all, wasn’t it always him?
You think maybe you were trying to prove how straight you were back then. After all, straight guys didn’t fall for their best friends. No, straight guys encourage their best friends to go after girls that were interested in them, even though deep in your heart of hearts, you know it’s all wrong.
That’s how you end up spending a large majority of your days, keeping him company as he spends hours and hours on the phone.
When he was especially frustrated, he would pound against his chest in a place unnervingly close to his heart, as though by some inexplicable measure, she would be able to understand the validity of his words when he would tell her, “Whatever anyone says, it doesn’t matter to me!”
Your eyes dart to your cell phone whenever it rings, anticipating and at the same time, dreading it.
You try to limit his calls to you by telling him that you’ve lost your cell phone and yet, you find yourself slamming down the receiver of the pay phone near your house as you fail in another attempt to not answer when he calls out to you.
When he rings you again to go for a round of consolatory drinks, you agree and meet him at the bar.
He has arrived first, but he’s not the only one drinking there on this lonely Thursday. As you walk in, you can’t help but notice the guy in the corner clutching a bouquet of flowers and the guy over by the booth, his head bent down low as he reads a letter spread out across the table in front of him.
You slide into the seat across him and raise your hand to flag down the waiter for a beer.
His phone rattles across the table as it rings.
“No, I’m not out with everyone, it’s just Siwon. What do you mean I don’t need anyone else if it’s only him? What? What are you talking about, saying that I choose him right away without any regret? No - no, it’s not - ” Then, he catches your gaze as he lifts his head up.
“I - I,” he says, stuttering as though his throat was suddenly parched.
He hangs up on her.
“It’s you. It always has been you. You’ve been telling me thousands and millions of times, haven’t you? Why didn’t I know? Even when she cursed me, I’ve only looked at you, haven’t I? When all the things I’ve been feeling and going through makes me feel like I’m born again, it’s still only you. It always has been you, hasn’t it?”
You nod, silent in your agreement. “But how did you know?” he asks, his eyes bright and questioning.
“For me, it’s always been you,” you answer, “Even if time goes by, it’s you.”
***
166 - Very Danger! Okay, We Can! (Or as wobaozhewo says, “SJ-Tested, Aiba-Approved”)
Everyone knows that real hard core scientists don’t wear white lab coats.
Real hard core mutha fucking scientists who time buildings to explode dramatically behind them as they execute extremely difficult choreographed dance numbers that requires lots of hip thrusting don’t wear white lab coats. They wear light pink lab coats over stylish clothes that look eerily similar to clothes a certain thirteen member Korean boy band with one Canadian violist in their group would wear. But we’re not talking about thirteen member boy bands are we? No, we’re not. We’re talking about real kick ass scientists who are able to rock questionable stylists’ choices here.
“I swear I’ve just seen 5 Kibums walking around today.”
“Then that means you’re behind. I saw at least 10 of them already.”
“What does Donghae have to say about this?”
“I’m sure he’s having a field day. Or, an orgy. Whichever comes first.”
“Well, I’m sure the last thing Hae is doing is complaining ever since Kibum figured out how to clone himself.”
“Hmm, not that he could even if he wanted to. There are too many orifices being filled.”
“What about you, what’s wrong with you?”
“My eyeball keeps wanting to pop out,” Hankyung said, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to keep his eyeball in his head.
”Didn’t I tell you not to try any of Kyu’s mysterious liquid of the day?” Siwon says, patting his back sympathetically. “Damn, does this mean no sex tonight?”
“Hrrrm, well, we could always experiment to see what other body part tries to eject itself from my body.”
A wide grin. “Sounds good.”
“Hey, where is my morning hello kiss?”
Siwon is more than happy to oblige and, as they part, whispers against Hankyung’s lips, “Well, your lips definitely stay on, but I think one of your fingers just fell on the floor.”
“Damnit, it was all I had left since Leeteuk’s lamp started eating all of our adhesives. Note to self: Scotch tape does not work well in attaching together limbs that like to flail about at their own discretion. Note 2: Blow up Kyuhyun's lab.”
***
Extra Omakes! (Written by wobaozhewo no less. :DDb)
Talking about 150
wobaozhewo: Are they on stage when Geng pulls out the dirty joke? XD LOL. how awkward. Geng: "COCK GOES WHARR???" Siwon: "... but--" Geng: "HE SAID BUTT, PPL!"]
And 166 - Very Danger! Okay, We Can!
wobaozhewo: That is such an fml moment. That sounds like something someone would post on fmylife…
“Today, I was thirsty and drank Kyuhyun’s juice out of desperation. It wasn’t juice and my eye popped out. fml.”
Pairing: Shihan
Rating: PG/R
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Genre: All AUs
A/N: My apologizes for the delay, twas working on another monster. As with the previous weeks drabbles are based on the pictures. This set starts from June 24th - 160
Beta who keeps me up to date on all Super Show II news: wobaozhewo
160 - A-tisket a-tasket…
Once upon a time, there was a little boy born into a world where everything was big.
His parents were big, his house was big and even the people who came to take care of him and play with him were big.
The only thing in his world that was smaller than him was a white stuffed fluffy bunny his parents had given him. It had long soft ears that often flopped over one side of its head that the boy loved to bury his hands in when he petted it.
As much as he loved that bunny, the boy didn’t like being the smallest thing in his world. While hugging the bunny close to his chest one day, he decided that he was going to try his hand at becoming bigger.
He made his mind bigger by studying extra hard and becoming an ace student in all his classes. He made his spirit bigger by finding a divinity that was much bigger than everything and anything else in the world and investing all of his faith in it.
Whenever he made some part of himself larger, he would rush back into his room and excitedly tell his bunny, the same bunny that seemed to get smaller and smaller every time the boy grew bigger, all that he had accomplished.
One day, as he came rushing home after class, his bunny was no longer sitting at its familiar spot at the head of the boys bed.
The boy rushed to his mother, tugging impatiently on her clothes and worriedly asked her if she had seen his bunny.
“Why son,” She had exclaimed, bending down to speak to him. “Your bunny saw what a big boy you’re becoming and hopped away,” she said, patting him on his head before walking away.
If only he had remembered to make his body big too, the boy thought, sniffling as he ate his lunch. If he had remembered to make his body big then his bunny couldn’t have be able to hop to a distance that was far beyond his reach.
As he grew up, the boy began to realize it wasn’t that everything was bigger than him, was just that he hadn’t grown into the right size for it yet.
When he was able to converse eye to eye with his mother, and a few years later, when he was able to see over the top of his father’s head, he realized that his parents weren’t the looming giants he once thought they were. His house wasn’t big enough to get lost in anymore, but it was just the right size for a house that had been comfortable and well lived in.
His playmates weren’t that big really, they were just older, and though he was taller than most of them now, they all still greeted him as though he was still the pint sized toddler that had been forced upon them.
Girls cooed and were fond of his well built body and toned arms now, telling him that he should be on covers of magazines, maybe something even like Men’s Health, and the man, who was no longer a boy, simply smiled and accepted their affection for him. Though people always commented on how fine his body was, he still secretly missed the bunny that hopped away when he hadn’t been strong enough to stop it years ago.
One day, as he was strolling through the park, warming down from the run he had just completed, he couldn’t help but notice a pair of bunny ears sticking up through the thicket. As quickly as he saw it however, it soon disappeared from sight. Just when he thought he was seeing things, the ears appeared again! His curiosity piqued, he crept closer to the bush to get to the bottom of this bunny ear mystery.
When he got closer, he realized that the bunny ears did not belong to a real bunny as he had first suspected, but rather, were ornamental, attached to a handband that another man had was wearing on the top of his head. Just as he was about to leave, the bunny ear man abruptly turned around and he was so surprised that he ended up spilling half the contents of his water bottle on him.
“I’m so sorry!” he apologized profusely, but the bunny ear man only laughed as he lifted the edges of his wet collar away from his neck.
“It’s okay,” the bunny ear man said, as another laugh bubbled out of his mouth. “It’s really hot today anyway. I’m sure the kids won’t mind.”
“The kids?”
“Yeah, I teach at the daycare, ‘The Rabbit Den’ over there. I’m Hankyung by the way.”
“I’m Siwon” was all that came out of Siwon’s mouth before a hoard of squealing children wheeled around the corner and opened the hose on the both of them.
Hankyung managed to fend them away by grabbing Siwon’s water bottle, and squirting the contents of it back at the shrieking, laughing kids.
“Sorry about that,” Hankyung said, offering Siwon a towel when they were inside the office of the den.
“It’s okay,” Siwon replied, accepting the towel after he had peeled the wet shirt away from his body.
“Hey…” Hankyung started, shaking the inside of Siwon’s water bottle. “There’s still some left in here,” he said, a grin growing around the edges of his mouth as he advanced towards Siwon.
The kids didn’t know what was louder; Mr. Siwon’s laughing exclamation as Mr. Hankyung spurted water on him, or the sound Mr. Hankyung made when Mr. Siwon pushed him into an empty classroom and locked the door behind him.
***
161 - Adjectives
“Pensively determined, can you give me pensively determined, Hankyung?” the photographer shouted at him from behind the lens.
“Does this kid even know what pensive is?” he muttered, before calling to his assistant for a change in background color.
What he did think was idiotic, however, was doing a print ad for watches set in Ancient China, a time when they were using more rudimentary methods for telling time that didn't involve rotors and gears.
Obviously, getting models to try to look pensive took precedent over correct historical facts.
“Can you bring Siwon in?” the director called out as the background was finally a color to his liking.
“Who?” The set crew shouted back at him.
“The OTHER MODEL, ya idiots!” the director hollered as the crew scrabbled to get the other model.
Hankyung sat around looking pensive and wondered what the other model’s mood word was going to be.
Helpless? Constipated? and when the other model walked in, Hankyung thought Drop dead gorgeous were good words too.
***
162 - Take Off
They say if you flap your arms hard enough, you can fly.
“No, Siwon,” Hankyung said, settling his hand on Siwon’s arm. “That doesn’t work for humans.”
***
163 - Cuisine
Things just taste different by the sea.
“It’s the taste of semen.”
Siwon set down his glass of wine with a harsh clink as he stares at the waiter in front of him.
“What?” he asks, incredulity coloring his words a scandalized bright red.
The waiter sends a questioning look his way as he repeats, “I asked if you had wanted to try today’s special,” he says setting another menu in front of Siwon. “Are feeling alright sir?”
Maybe it really was a good idea for Siwon to go on vacation. They did say hearing thing was one of the first signs of exhaustion at work.
“No, no, everything’s fine. I must have heard wrong. Thank you for your concern,” Siwon says, hands tugging lightly on the shirt that he had had earlier unbuttoned. “I apologize, what did you say the specials were again?”
The smell of the waiter’s cologne wafts by light as the sea breeze, sweeping over Siwon’s senses when the waiter leans closer to point out the special as well as other dishes he recommends.
There aren’t many customers in the restaurant at this time of the day and Siwon is able to eat his meal in relative peace. He catches glimpses of his waiter lounging against the half white wall that marks off the outside dining area of the restaurant. He has a far away look in his eyes as if he is seeing a different ocean of sapphire blue, rather than the one at the beach below them. He is, however, always attentive whenever Siwon needs something.
“The meal was delicious,” Siwon comments, patting his full belly as the waiter sets the check in front of him.
”Is there anything else I can get you?” his waiter asks, leaning in a touch into Siwon’s personal space.
“No, no, I’m much too full,” Siwon replies.
“Take your time then,” his waiter says, flashing a smile as he clears off of the dishes, his fingers brushing past Siwon’s as he picks up a fork.
Siwon skims over the check, his eyes catching a number that wasn’t a part of the total with the words, “The view of the ocean from the restaurant is nice, but the view from my bedroom is better. It also appears a reservation has already been made in your name. Call to confirm.”
***
164 - Greetings
“So let’s pretend I’m someone else. How would you greet me?”
“That would depend on who you are.”
“What if I was…Jesus?”
“Sacrilegious. Am I dying?”
“Well you know what they say, the best position is always on your knees.”
“You would know.”
“Right, moving on. What if I were Hyukjae?”
“Which one?”
“When did you realize ours wasn’t the only one?”
A look.
“….Righhht, okay. What if…I were a monster?”
“Are you a monster that terrorizes people and needs to be killed?”
“…Possibly.”
“Then I’d just slay you.”
“What if I were a monster that couldn’t be snuffed?”
“What are you, a drug lord?”
“No, but that is an interesting side job. Anyway, just answer the question. What if I were a monster that couldn’t be killed?
“Like what?”
“Like…if I were a cuddle monster.”
“Oh, that’s easy. I’d just say, ‘Hi Siwon’ like I do everyday.”
***
165 - It's You
He says he’s going back to her.
You want to tell him that he’s a fool and it’s not going to work. You want to tell him that she’ll use him, stringing him along for however long she pleases while wringing him out of everything that he’s worth in both money and emotions.
But that would make you sound jealous and petty, and for someone that is his friend, his best friend in fact, this is not what you’re supposed to do, so you don’t.
Instead, you just make a sound of contemplation and vague support. You hope that it doesn’t come off as disgust and despair rising as you raise the coffee cup to your lips, only to belatedly realize that it’s already been drained. You set the cup back down with a hard clink.
His phone rings and he excuses himself to answer it, his chair scraping across the floor like nails across a blackboard as he pushes it back.
You raise your arm to signal to the waitress for another coffee and you watch him pace across the storefront, his cell phone pressed up against his ear as he talks fitfully into it.
On your third cup of coffee, he comes back inside; hair mussed and skewed from when he ran his fingers through it in frustration.
“It’s her,” he tells you, even though after the initial incident, you hadn’t asked again. “You have to understand it’s her, right? I have to go. I’m sorry,” he says, putting his jacket on.
You nod your head to show you understand and gesture towards the café doors. You don’t even know why you bother. It’s not like he doesn’t know where it is.
Even if he has another love, you can’t turn back. It’s only for him you do this. For you, it’s just him, it always has been him.
***
Looking back on it, it probably was your fault.
You were the one, who in a sudden fit of jocundity, introduced them to each other, with one arm slung around his shoulders and one hand gesturing towards her.
She had fallen for him almost right away, but it had taken a while for Hangeng to feel the same.
In a move that can only be described as pure and unrelenting masochism, you beseeched him on her behalf, encouraging him to pursue her. From day to night, you spoke to him endlessly about it, your dry lips felt like they were going to wear out from the endless effort of your words. As the words passed from out your mouth, you felt your lips go cold as they can be as you tried to freeze your heart against what you were feeling.
You often wonder why you did it. Was your love wrong? But you can’t give up, you just can’t let him go. After all, wasn’t it always him?
You think maybe you were trying to prove how straight you were back then. After all, straight guys didn’t fall for their best friends. No, straight guys encourage their best friends to go after girls that were interested in them, even though deep in your heart of hearts, you know it’s all wrong.
That’s how you end up spending a large majority of your days, keeping him company as he spends hours and hours on the phone.
When he was especially frustrated, he would pound against his chest in a place unnervingly close to his heart, as though by some inexplicable measure, she would be able to understand the validity of his words when he would tell her, “Whatever anyone says, it doesn’t matter to me!”
Your eyes dart to your cell phone whenever it rings, anticipating and at the same time, dreading it.
You try to limit his calls to you by telling him that you’ve lost your cell phone and yet, you find yourself slamming down the receiver of the pay phone near your house as you fail in another attempt to not answer when he calls out to you.
When he rings you again to go for a round of consolatory drinks, you agree and meet him at the bar.
He has arrived first, but he’s not the only one drinking there on this lonely Thursday. As you walk in, you can’t help but notice the guy in the corner clutching a bouquet of flowers and the guy over by the booth, his head bent down low as he reads a letter spread out across the table in front of him.
You slide into the seat across him and raise your hand to flag down the waiter for a beer.
His phone rattles across the table as it rings.
“No, I’m not out with everyone, it’s just Siwon. What do you mean I don’t need anyone else if it’s only him? What? What are you talking about, saying that I choose him right away without any regret? No - no, it’s not - ” Then, he catches your gaze as he lifts his head up.
“I - I,” he says, stuttering as though his throat was suddenly parched.
He hangs up on her.
“It’s you. It always has been you. You’ve been telling me thousands and millions of times, haven’t you? Why didn’t I know? Even when she cursed me, I’ve only looked at you, haven’t I? When all the things I’ve been feeling and going through makes me feel like I’m born again, it’s still only you. It always has been you, hasn’t it?”
You nod, silent in your agreement. “But how did you know?” he asks, his eyes bright and questioning.
“For me, it’s always been you,” you answer, “Even if time goes by, it’s you.”
***
166 - Very Danger! Okay, We Can! (Or as wobaozhewo says, “SJ-Tested, Aiba-Approved”)
Everyone knows that real hard core scientists don’t wear white lab coats.
Real hard core mutha fucking scientists who time buildings to explode dramatically behind them as they execute extremely difficult choreographed dance numbers that requires lots of hip thrusting don’t wear white lab coats. They wear light pink lab coats over stylish clothes that look eerily similar to clothes a certain thirteen member Korean boy band with one Canadian violist in their group would wear. But we’re not talking about thirteen member boy bands are we? No, we’re not. We’re talking about real kick ass scientists who are able to rock questionable stylists’ choices here.
“I swear I’ve just seen 5 Kibums walking around today.”
“Then that means you’re behind. I saw at least 10 of them already.”
“What does Donghae have to say about this?”
“I’m sure he’s having a field day. Or, an orgy. Whichever comes first.”
“Well, I’m sure the last thing Hae is doing is complaining ever since Kibum figured out how to clone himself.”
“Hmm, not that he could even if he wanted to. There are too many orifices being filled.”
“What about you, what’s wrong with you?”
“My eyeball keeps wanting to pop out,” Hankyung said, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to keep his eyeball in his head.
”Didn’t I tell you not to try any of Kyu’s mysterious liquid of the day?” Siwon says, patting his back sympathetically. “Damn, does this mean no sex tonight?”
“Hrrrm, well, we could always experiment to see what other body part tries to eject itself from my body.”
A wide grin. “Sounds good.”
“Hey, where is my morning hello kiss?”
Siwon is more than happy to oblige and, as they part, whispers against Hankyung’s lips, “Well, your lips definitely stay on, but I think one of your fingers just fell on the floor.”
“Damnit, it was all I had left since Leeteuk’s lamp started eating all of our adhesives. Note to self: Scotch tape does not work well in attaching together limbs that like to flail about at their own discretion. Note 2: Blow up Kyuhyun's lab.”
***
Extra Omakes! (Written by wobaozhewo no less. :DDb)
Talking about 150
wobaozhewo: Are they on stage when Geng pulls out the dirty joke? XD LOL. how awkward. Geng: "COCK GOES WHARR???" Siwon: "... but--" Geng: "HE SAID BUTT, PPL!"]
And 166 - Very Danger! Okay, We Can!
wobaozhewo: That is such an fml moment. That sounds like something someone would post on fmylife…
“Today, I was thirsty and drank Kyuhyun’s juice out of desperation. It wasn’t juice and my eye popped out. fml.”