Possibilities of Impossibilities - Chapter 9
Title : Possibilities of Impossibilities
Fandom(s) : SS501
Pairings : KyuSaeng
Rating : PG-13
Summary : Everything, started with a dare.
A/N : This is my very first Yaoi story, written...not very long ago. XD Well anyway, forgive the mistakes. And yes, they were meant to be OOC (or not. This might be the author's excuse to write badly >>).
Go to Master Fanfiction Post : http://s2-otter.livejournal.com/405.html for other chapters because the author is too lazy to link all of them. Oops XDD
Chapter 9
“So what do you say?” Jungmin tried for the 35017th time.
Kyujong looked up also for the 35017th time. “No.”
“Why are you insisting on being a homosexual?!” Jungmin facepalmed himself. If this continued, he would really go insane.
“You don’t understand!” Kyujong sighed. “Look into his eyes, watch his features, stare at his movements, listen to his voice, hear his soft laughter, touch his hands, pin him to the wall and finally kiss him. You’ll get it.”
“Oh.” Jungmin let out for he was lacking an answer.
“No, then again, don’t ever try it. No one’s going to do all those except for me. You clear?” Kyujong glared at Jungmin. Yes, no one was going to touch his-
“We’re here!” Hyungjoon beamed, lightly putting down the pretty humungous bag he was holding, together with Hyunjoong.
“We’ve succeeded! Really!” Hyunjoong high-fived Hyungjoon and untied the bag. “Tadas!”
Kyujong blinked. And blinked.
And blinked.
“Hey, you can come out now.” Hyunjoong poked at the leg of Youngsaeng. He prodded harder, and in the end he just decided to kick Youngsaeng. “Uh-oh. Is he dead?”
Kyujong frowned. “Who is dead?”
“Youngsaeng.” Hyungjoon replied carelessly and went over to Hyunjoong’s side. “But why will he die? Oh no! Probably due to the lack of air in the bag! We put many layers so he could be comfortable! But that blocks out air! And you! You still said you have to tie tighter or he might wriggle out! Oh no! He died!”
“YOUNGSAENG?! YOU TWO PUT YOUNGSAENG INTO A BAG?!” Kyujong hollered and went to retrieve his Youngsaeng. “Hello? Can you hear me? Could you move a little?”
What greeted Kyujong was a pale looking Youngsaeng with closed eyes. Kyujong became frantic. Hyunjoong and Hyungjoon who might be charged of murder panicked too.
“OH NO! WE KILLED!”
Jungmin yawned. “Seriously, why do I hang out with idiots? Check his breathing!”
Kyujong looked at Jungmin for a second. That look, was filled with admiration and respect. Jungmin smirked and nodded.
“I know I’m smart.”
Kyujong knelt down to be around the other three’s height as they were all seated. He then moved on to place his ear next to Youngsaeng’s chest.
Jungmin fainted.
Okay, he didn’t. He only whacked Kyujong’s head and told him he could place his finger under Youngsaeng’s nose, because that’s definitely more accurate. Who knows, maybe Kyujong was partially deaf.
“He’s still alive.” Kyujong let out a sigh of relief, before remembering to scowl at the clumsy duo. “If he doesn’t wake up in 5 seconds, you two are going to be so dead.”
“5,4,3,2-“
“Uh.” Youngsaeng called out in discomfort. He wriggled a little and suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at four other pretty-looking males. “Muewmt eee goware!”
Hyungjoon actually inched forward to hear better.
Kyujong immediately took out the masking tape carefully, his heart hurting from knowing that a dirty tape was masking his love’s perfect lips. “I’m so sorry. These two dorks actually tried to kill-“
“WE DIDN’T!” Hyunjoong waved his hands, violently protesting. “We were trying to bring him to you! You said to get you him!”
Kyujong stared at Hyunjoong and blushed. “No, I didn’t.”
Hyungjoon frowned. “Oh? Then…sorry Youngsaeng, you can go already. We probably heard the wrong message.”
Kyujong widened his eyes. “NO!”
Youngsaeng sighed. “At least let me go before you four start a conversation with me in the most uncomfortable position ever.”
A loud and clear objection was made by Hyunjoong. “No! You might run away and call the police to say we attempted to murder you.”
“I won’t.” Youngsaeng rolled his eyes in disbelief.
“Why should we trust you?” Hyunjoong sat akimbo. “Rich people aren’t to be trusted.”
“Shut up. Let him go.” Kyujong commanded with a low and firm voice.
Hyungjoon and Hyunjoong sulked together. They then scrambled to follow orders.
Jungmin grinned at the duo before mumbling to himself as a reminder. “I must be a leader for anything next time.”
After untying Youngsaeng, a pleasant melody filled the room.
“Sorry. My phone.” Youngsaeng apologised as he reached into his pockets for his phone. “Yes Daddy?”
The four exchanged confused looks before they continued eavesdropping openly.
“WHAT?! I’ll be back home in ten.” Youngsaeng ended the call with a worried look before bowing his apologies to the four who were in the same room as him. “I’ve got to go but I promise I’ll be back.”
“See? I told you rich people aren’t to be trusted.” Hyunjoong complained.
Youngsaeng swiftly turned back when he reached the door. “But I’m going bankrupt.”