Apparently I get all my inspiration at 3 in the morning.
Uhm, so here are several drabbles/oneshots I came up with at 3 in the morning (see above). I guess I'll post onto communities in the new year, since I'm SUPPOSEDLY not writing in 2009 anymore. I have the strangest feeling my New Year goals for 2010 are going to fail epically.
All drabbles can be considered PG rating. Three of them have happy endings. Said three have a bit of fluff sticking out of them.
( Waiting || Kihae (#10) )
( Piano || Yewook (#2) )
( Proclamation || Kyumin (#6) )
( Fable || Eunhae (#1) )
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
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Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
YeWook: Moment (#1)
More products as a result of being frustrated over chaptered fics. IT WAS NOT MEANT TO BE. AND OMG PRESENT TENSE, whut?
And it's not very good because I only wrote it as (1) a vent for frustration from my chaptered fic. I'm sorry if you hate me for my lack of quality.
Title: Moment (#1)
Word Count: 894
Rating: G?
Started/Finished: 12.13.09 / 12.13.09
Music Muse: Super Junior, of course. But more specifically, "H.I.T."
Description: One amongst many, never an easy task.
Draw a picture of your favorite food.
He remembers how the rest of his class had managed just fine. But not him.
He remembers asking his teacher if he could draw all of his favorite foods.
"No, Jongwoon -- just one."
"But I like many kinds of food! How can you expect me to just pick one?"
"Just pick one." He remembers being frustrated with his teacher. He remembers failing the art project, because in the end he'd written "I like all foods" on his canvas as his final product.
It wasn't fair to make a little boy pick one favorite out of many. He never understood why one favorite should be more favored over the other favorites. If they were all his favorites, why couldn't he say they all were?
As he remembers it, the adjective 'favorite' was not an exclusive adjective pertaining to one noun. The noun 'favorite' had a plural for a reason, did it not? -- but he remembers how his teacher had rejected his arguments, demanding he show respect to his teacher and her teachings.
Yesung knows this had not been the only instance. Throughout the rest of his schooling, and even in his career thereafter, he found himself being asked the same question. Sometimes they were easy -- he could easily say his favorite animal was his pet turtle, for instance -- but other times he would find it difficult. And every time he gave a response of "I like them all," he would always get a "You can't even pick one?" in reply.
No, he would always think to himself. That's why I like them all.
Even during his time with Super Junior he'd faced those questions.
He remembers them clearly. Who's your favorite member in the group?--What's your favorite song?--Where's your favorite place to perform?
Yesung dislikes those questions every time, and every time he tries to be polite in his explanation. Yet for some reason, no one seemed to understand.
Sometimes the group members themselves ask him those questions. For instance, sometimes Hankyung would ask him, "What's your favorite kind of ramyun? I'll make it for dinner," and it would take all of Yesung's power to reply to his question as nicely as possible.
Yesung hates choosing favorites.
But sometimes, it's not so bad.
For instance:
"Hyung, I'm going to play two songs, all right? Could you tell me which you like better?"
"Ah, Wookie, I don't really like picking favorites...."
"It's not really picking favorites. Just tell me which one you like better, okay?" And even though Yesung listens to the two with his usual mentality in mind, by the time both songs are finished he can't help but to answer Ryeowook's question with sincere honesty.
"The first one."
"I thought you would."
Yesung hates picking favorites, most of the time.
"Hyung, do you like the red one or the blue one?"
"Red."
"The striped one?"
"Ah, I actually liked the checkered one more."
Yesung hates picking favorites, most of the time. Yet for some reason, when around Ryeowook, Yesung forgets he dislikes choosing one out of many. And he really doesn't know why.
Yesung remembers when Ryeowook had thrown him for quite the loop.
"I think if I had to choose, you would be my favorite hyung."
"Oh? Not Leeteuk?"
"I like him too. But I think I like you more."
Yesung knows that it had been that instance that made him realize that picking one favorite over others didn't demean the others' worth in any way. And it was perhaps because of that conversation that Yesung found himself not minding the question as much as he used to.
It's still a difficult question to answer, though, which is perhaps why Yesung still doesn't like answering the question. Yet in that instance he still finds himself saying in reply,
"You're my favorite too, Wookie."
Years later, as Yesung stands backstage to a piano recital, he admits that his refusal to pick one favorite over many may have been a little irrational. As difficult as the task was, there was no penalty or significance in even picking a random answer just to be done with the question. No one had been asking him to save the world; they'd just wanted an answer.
Perhaps, then, it had been slightly overdone.
Yesung admits that the question had still been undeniably difficult to answer. And as his name is called out to the audience and as he steps from behind the curtains, he can only think of three instances in which the question had been genuinely easy to answer.
The first,
"What is your favorite animal?"
-- My pet turtle.
The second,
"Which song did you like better?"
-- The first one.
And the third, as Ryeowook turns around on the piano bench and announces to his audience the dedication for the next song, as Yesung steps before the microphone and prepares his upcoming serenade, and as the two begin performing the song Yesung had favored years before, with Yesung's strong voice in perfect eloquence with the notes of Ryeowook's piece,
"If there was one favorite moment in your life you could repeat, what would you repeat?"
-- This one.
Alternate Title: Favorite
I think I'm destined to write one-shots forever. They're so much easier to produce than chaptered fics... *sigh*
Feel free to brick me if I didn't properly catch the essence of YesungRyeowook. And I guess you could see it as romance if you really wanted to, but I think in the end it ended up being more friendship.
And it's not very good because I only wrote it as (1) a vent for frustration from my chaptered fic. I'm sorry if you hate me for my lack of quality.
Title: Moment (#1)
Word Count: 894
Rating: G?
Started/Finished: 12.13.09 / 12.13.09
Music Muse: Super Junior, of course. But more specifically, "H.I.T."
Description: One amongst many, never an easy task.
Moment
Yesung remembers when it first happened, in grade school. He only barely remembers it, but he remembers it enough to know that he hated it.Draw a picture of your favorite food.
He remembers how the rest of his class had managed just fine. But not him.
He remembers asking his teacher if he could draw all of his favorite foods.
"No, Jongwoon -- just one."
"But I like many kinds of food! How can you expect me to just pick one?"
"Just pick one." He remembers being frustrated with his teacher. He remembers failing the art project, because in the end he'd written "I like all foods" on his canvas as his final product.
It wasn't fair to make a little boy pick one favorite out of many. He never understood why one favorite should be more favored over the other favorites. If they were all his favorites, why couldn't he say they all were?
As he remembers it, the adjective 'favorite' was not an exclusive adjective pertaining to one noun. The noun 'favorite' had a plural for a reason, did it not? -- but he remembers how his teacher had rejected his arguments, demanding he show respect to his teacher and her teachings.
Yesung knows this had not been the only instance. Throughout the rest of his schooling, and even in his career thereafter, he found himself being asked the same question. Sometimes they were easy -- he could easily say his favorite animal was his pet turtle, for instance -- but other times he would find it difficult. And every time he gave a response of "I like them all," he would always get a "You can't even pick one?" in reply.
No, he would always think to himself. That's why I like them all.
Even during his time with Super Junior he'd faced those questions.
He remembers them clearly. Who's your favorite member in the group?--What's your favorite song?--Where's your favorite place to perform?
Yesung dislikes those questions every time, and every time he tries to be polite in his explanation. Yet for some reason, no one seemed to understand.
Sometimes the group members themselves ask him those questions. For instance, sometimes Hankyung would ask him, "What's your favorite kind of ramyun? I'll make it for dinner," and it would take all of Yesung's power to reply to his question as nicely as possible.
Yesung hates choosing favorites.
But sometimes, it's not so bad.
For instance:
"Hyung, I'm going to play two songs, all right? Could you tell me which you like better?"
"Ah, Wookie, I don't really like picking favorites...."
"It's not really picking favorites. Just tell me which one you like better, okay?" And even though Yesung listens to the two with his usual mentality in mind, by the time both songs are finished he can't help but to answer Ryeowook's question with sincere honesty.
"The first one."
"I thought you would."
Yesung hates picking favorites, most of the time.
"Hyung, do you like the red one or the blue one?"
"Red."
"The striped one?"
"Ah, I actually liked the checkered one more."
Yesung hates picking favorites, most of the time. Yet for some reason, when around Ryeowook, Yesung forgets he dislikes choosing one out of many. And he really doesn't know why.
Yesung remembers when Ryeowook had thrown him for quite the loop.
"I think if I had to choose, you would be my favorite hyung."
"Oh? Not Leeteuk?"
"I like him too. But I think I like you more."
Yesung knows that it had been that instance that made him realize that picking one favorite over others didn't demean the others' worth in any way. And it was perhaps because of that conversation that Yesung found himself not minding the question as much as he used to.
It's still a difficult question to answer, though, which is perhaps why Yesung still doesn't like answering the question. Yet in that instance he still finds himself saying in reply,
"You're my favorite too, Wookie."
Years later, as Yesung stands backstage to a piano recital, he admits that his refusal to pick one favorite over many may have been a little irrational. As difficult as the task was, there was no penalty or significance in even picking a random answer just to be done with the question. No one had been asking him to save the world; they'd just wanted an answer.
Perhaps, then, it had been slightly overdone.
Yesung admits that the question had still been undeniably difficult to answer. And as his name is called out to the audience and as he steps from behind the curtains, he can only think of three instances in which the question had been genuinely easy to answer.
The first,
"What is your favorite animal?"
-- My pet turtle.
The second,
"Which song did you like better?"
-- The first one.
And the third, as Ryeowook turns around on the piano bench and announces to his audience the dedication for the next song, as Yesung steps before the microphone and prepares his upcoming serenade, and as the two begin performing the song Yesung had favored years before, with Yesung's strong voice in perfect eloquence with the notes of Ryeowook's piece,
"If there was one favorite moment in your life you could repeat, what would you repeat?"
-- This one.
END
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I think I'm destined to write one-shots forever. They're so much easier to produce than chaptered fics... *sigh*
Feel free to brick me if I didn't properly catch the essence of YesungRyeowook. And I guess you could see it as romance if you really wanted to, but I think in the end it ended up being more friendship.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
KyuMin: Desire and Necessity: Chapitre 1
Story Info:
Title: Desire and Necessity
Author: J. Armstrong (me)
Main Pairing(s): KyuhyunSungmin
Side Pairing(s): YesungRyeowook, KibumDonghae, EunhyukDonghae, HankyungHeechul?
Story Rating: Presently slightly shy of R, whether you want to call that PG-13 or T
Story Word Count (cumulative): 6891
Summary: Sungmin turns to Yesung and Kibum when he begins to feel like the distance between him and the person who means the most to him has become unbearable.
Chapter Info:
Chapter Title: Circumstantial Friendships
Chapter Rating: PG/PG-13.
Chapter Word Count: 3706
Friday, December 11, 2009
KyuMin: Desire and Necessity: Chapitre 0
I FINALLY STARTED A CHAPTERED FIC.
Story Info:
Title: Desire and Necessity
Author: J. Armstrong (me)
Main Pairing(s): KyuhyunSungmin, KibumDonghae, KibumSungmin (friendship)
Side Pairing(s): YesungRyeowook, EunhyukDonghae, HankyungHeechul?
Story Rating: Presently slightly shy of R, whether you want to call that PG-13 or T
Story Word Count (cumulative): 3185
Summary: Sungmin turns to Yesung and Kibum when he begins to feel like the distance between him and the person who means the most to him has become unbearable.
Chapter Info:
Chapter Title: A rather lengthy prologue
Chapter Rating: PG/PG-13.
Chapter Word Count: 3185
Story Info:
Title: Desire and Necessity
Author: J. Armstrong (me)
Main Pairing(s): KyuhyunSungmin, KibumDonghae, KibumSungmin (friendship)
Side Pairing(s): YesungRyeowook, EunhyukDonghae, HankyungHeechul?
Story Rating: Presently slightly shy of R, whether you want to call that PG-13 or T
Story Word Count (cumulative): 3185
Summary: Sungmin turns to Yesung and Kibum when he begins to feel like the distance between him and the person who means the most to him has become unbearable.
Chapter Info:
Chapter Title: A rather lengthy prologue
Chapter Rating: PG/PG-13.
Chapter Word Count: 3185
Thursday, December 10, 2009
KyuMin: Happy (#3)
Just a short drabble. Unbeta-ed, as always. Sowwy in advance~
PS: SungMin is my new favorite, even though KiHae still remains in my heart.
Title: Happy (#3)
Word Count: 608
Rating: G?
Started/Finished: 12.10.09 / 12.10.09
Music Muse: BoA, "White Wishes"
Description: Happy probably isn't the best adjective you could have used.
PS: SungMin is my new favorite, even though KiHae still remains in my heart.
Title: Happy (#3)
Word Count: 608
Rating: G?
Started/Finished: 12.10.09 / 12.10.09
Music Muse: BoA, "White Wishes"
Description: Happy probably isn't the best adjective you could have used.
Happy
Happy was what they all used to describe SungMin.
There was really no reason not to, though. There was hardly a moment in which SungMin was not seen smiling, whether at his fans or amongst the other members of Super Junior. He was also a very talented individual, and he seemed to always enjoy himself in the many areas in which he was talented. There really was no reason for someone of his capability to be anything but Happy.
That was what they all said.
SungMin, personally, would not have used that adjective to describe himself. It was quite easy for someone of his nature to fake a smile, to wear a mask to hide an unhappiness that was supposedly uncharacteristic of him. But it wasn't to say that SungMin was never Happy; he just wasn't Happy often.
No one was aware of this difference in perspective, however -- and SungMin made sure to keep it that way. No one would really understand him if they knew he was unhappy. They would call him talented and capable, and then they would tell SungMin that he could conquer whatever was plaguing him because there was nothing he couldn't do.
He was an expert at martial arts, he danced magnificently, he could cook, he could sing... the list went on. But thought while they all thought that list could never end, SungMin knew better than to believe them.
In fact, SungMin knew exactly where that list of things ended. It was true, when things were in his power, he was quite skilled in getting tasks done. But there were also things that could not be accomplished by his willpower and determination alone.
So his list ended where reliance on others became necessary. If they could not perform, then he in turn could not perform either. Therefore, there actually were things he could not do.
Not to say that all things he couldn't accomplish were things that made him unhappy, though. It was just that when things made him unhappy, they were usually things he could not accomplish or fix on his own. And it was because of these things that SungMin would never describe himself as being Happy.
Nowadays, "these things" usually meant Cho KyuHyun. Things in the plural, as in not being able to talk to KyuHyun more than he already did. In the plural, as in not being able to hug the younger man whenever he said something incredibly dorky, or at least not without his feelings getting in the way. Things in the plural, as in having said feelings get in the way of their friendship. Or maybe plural, as in just KyuHyun himself.
KyuHyun always made him the most unhappy, whether he did it willingly or not. Whether it was KyuHyun choosing Starcraft over answering SungMin's phone call, him being out of the country for painfully long periods of time, or him simply being out of SungMin's reach in more ways than physically, the younger man was always doing something that made SungMin unhappy.
And they were never really things SungMin could settle on his own.
His downfall.
But no one would ever know the unhappiness KyuHyun brought him -- not even KyuHyun himself. Because they would never understand. They wouldn't understand that SungMin was actually incapable of certain things. In this case, they wouldn't understand that SungMin was actually incapable of pursuing and attaining KyuHyun for himself.
So instead, SungMin wore the smiles as he always did, keeping his troubles within the mask he placed between the world and himself.
And this was why Happy was what they all used to describe SungMin.
I wrote too many happy fics recently, so I had to write this one. Sorry.
I absolutely love how many people are using the Like and Dislike buttons! However, if you really do have time to leave a comment, I would really appreciate those more. But I still thank you for your efforts~!
Also, does anyone know if there's an LJ community for KyuMin? I mean obviously, there is, but like... what is it? Lol. But I feel like most people read miracle______ anyway, so I guess it really isn't necessary to my fics known there.
There was really no reason not to, though. There was hardly a moment in which SungMin was not seen smiling, whether at his fans or amongst the other members of Super Junior. He was also a very talented individual, and he seemed to always enjoy himself in the many areas in which he was talented. There really was no reason for someone of his capability to be anything but Happy.
That was what they all said.
SungMin, personally, would not have used that adjective to describe himself. It was quite easy for someone of his nature to fake a smile, to wear a mask to hide an unhappiness that was supposedly uncharacteristic of him. But it wasn't to say that SungMin was never Happy; he just wasn't Happy often.
No one was aware of this difference in perspective, however -- and SungMin made sure to keep it that way. No one would really understand him if they knew he was unhappy. They would call him talented and capable, and then they would tell SungMin that he could conquer whatever was plaguing him because there was nothing he couldn't do.
He was an expert at martial arts, he danced magnificently, he could cook, he could sing... the list went on. But thought while they all thought that list could never end, SungMin knew better than to believe them.
In fact, SungMin knew exactly where that list of things ended. It was true, when things were in his power, he was quite skilled in getting tasks done. But there were also things that could not be accomplished by his willpower and determination alone.
So his list ended where reliance on others became necessary. If they could not perform, then he in turn could not perform either. Therefore, there actually were things he could not do.
Not to say that all things he couldn't accomplish were things that made him unhappy, though. It was just that when things made him unhappy, they were usually things he could not accomplish or fix on his own. And it was because of these things that SungMin would never describe himself as being Happy.
Nowadays, "these things" usually meant Cho KyuHyun. Things in the plural, as in not being able to talk to KyuHyun more than he already did. In the plural, as in not being able to hug the younger man whenever he said something incredibly dorky, or at least not without his feelings getting in the way. Things in the plural, as in having said feelings get in the way of their friendship. Or maybe plural, as in just KyuHyun himself.
KyuHyun always made him the most unhappy, whether he did it willingly or not. Whether it was KyuHyun choosing Starcraft over answering SungMin's phone call, him being out of the country for painfully long periods of time, or him simply being out of SungMin's reach in more ways than physically, the younger man was always doing something that made SungMin unhappy.
And they were never really things SungMin could settle on his own.
His downfall.
But no one would ever know the unhappiness KyuHyun brought him -- not even KyuHyun himself. Because they would never understand. They wouldn't understand that SungMin was actually incapable of certain things. In this case, they wouldn't understand that SungMin was actually incapable of pursuing and attaining KyuHyun for himself.
So instead, SungMin wore the smiles as he always did, keeping his troubles within the mask he placed between the world and himself.
And this was why Happy was what they all used to describe SungMin.
I wrote too many happy fics recently, so I had to write this one. Sorry.
I absolutely love how many people are using the Like and Dislike buttons! However, if you really do have time to leave a comment, I would really appreciate those more. But I still thank you for your efforts~!
Also, does anyone know if there's an LJ community for KyuMin? I mean obviously, there is, but like... what is it? Lol. But I feel like most people read miracle______ anyway, so I guess it really isn't necessary to my fics known there.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
KyuMin: Rumor (#2)
I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHY I WROTE THIS. But because it's out of my brain, I figure I'll let people see it. Sorry if it makes no sense.
Some KyuMin, YeWook, and YeMin (Or is it SungSung? lol), and I suppose mentionings of KiHae because I couldn't help myself.
Unbeta-ed, as always (I never beta, though I should. It's still readable, though). Sowwy in advance~
Title: Rumor (#2)
Word Count: 1759
Rating: PG? G?
Started/Finished: 12.08.09 / 12.08.09
Music Muse: Super Junior T, "Rokkuguh"
Description: Sometimes, things just happen. He learns soon enough.
SungMin knew he should only believe so much. Rumors were rumors, after all, and it wasn't like there was any proof behind them yet. Besides, when said rumors came from fan-run forums and not from legitimate news sources, their validity was likely nonexistent.
But the media would have stopped caring to include that rumor in their broadcasts, anyway. Fan-service was normal to them by now, and it was surely not something worth reporting after every Super Junior concert performance.
And fan-service is just fan-service, SungMin tried reminding himself. None of it means anything in the end.
SungMin convinced himself this was just a result of jealousy. Why should he care what KyuHyun was doing outside of Korea, anyway? Should he care because the two had shared some close moments before leaving? Or because that man was the only person who appeared in his dreams late at night? Maybe even because KyuHyun stopped calling him every other night like he used to?
He stills thinks about me, SungMin told himself, I know it.
But he couldn't help but to listen to those rumors, and it was perhaps that there were so many depicting the same tale that caused SungMin to worry more than he should. Some of them were even ridiculous; one said that, after KiBum's recent break-up with DongHae, KyuHyun had taken the opportunity to steal the heartbroken man for himself. It was lies, SungMin knew, but when everything on the Internet said the exact same thing....
He knew the rumors were only a result of "fan-service." He knew the truth was just that KyuHyun had given DongHae a kiss on the cheek during one of their performances. It wasn't even like KyuHyun to do something like that -- DongHae, really?
And it wasn't even a real kiss.
So why was he bothered?
When the rumors persisted, SungMin did his best to keep his head high. He forced himself to tune out anything regarding Super Junior M and their endeavors. He refused to sit in front of a computer to use the Internet. As cliche as it seemed, SungMin knew ignorance truly was bliss.
He also tried his best to keep his composure around the others. But apparently, he had failed terribly.
"We're Super Junior Happy, remember?" LeeTeuk reminded him. "It's a little obvious that you're anything but happy."
SungMin nodded, but inside he was shaking his head. He didn't want Super Junior Happy right now. He wanted Super Junior, just Super Junior, where he had a reason to be with KyuHyun.
One day, as SungMin was solemnly eating breakfast in front of the television, a sudden weight decided to seat itself next to him. He frowned at first, knowing it wasn't the person he wanted to be there, and for that reason he remained unresponsive.
A few minutes of silence lingered in the air, save the television in the background. And then, just when SungMin felt like he couldn't take the silence with the unnamed person anymore, the unnamed person spoke.
"SungMin, I know how you feel."
YeSung.
They talked a lot that day, as well as the next day. SungMin realized that YeSung really did know how he felt, with RyeoWook overseas as well. And though YeSung never really described his relationship with that man explicitly, SungMin had the strangest feeling it was quite similar to his relationship with KyuHyun.
When he was around YeSung, his worries over rumors were nonexistent. He was able to talk to YeSung normally, and it had felt good having a clear conscience for once. It had made him realize that those hours worrying over rumors had been pointless, and he knew that if he could keep up the same faith and courage as YeSung did then he would be fine.
But despite these achievements, there was one thing that SungMin was beginning to fear. And that fear was confirmed when one night, in the middle of his dream, KyuHyun's face was no longer what he saw.
SungMin decides to ask YeSung: "Hyung, what does RyeoWook mean to you?"
"You don't know?" the other asked in response.
SungMin shook his head. "I just want to know."
YeSung gave his fair share of questioning looks before replying. "Wookie means a lot to me. To be honest, I don't think he knows how much he means to me. But he's also like a brother to me, someone I care about and should look after."
"I see," was all SungMin said in response. Did he see KyuHyun in that same light? SungMin was sure he did, but he couldn't help but to feel slightly uncertain.
No, it's not supposed to be like this! SungMin yelled inside his head. KyuHyun, not YeSung....
He spent an entire night thinking it over, but it gave him no consolation when by the end of the night he was still empty-handed.
In one of the new songs for Super Junior Happy's next album was an entrance that had SungMin and YeSung singing in perfect harmony. Sometimes, when singing the song, SungMin would forget that the song was actually about a guy chasing a girl he'd met in his dreams. And even though he preferred several other songs on their album over this one, he couldn't deny that he felt his happiest during that duet.
He was absolutely sure it was because the duet sounded good and had nothing to do with the fact that it was with YeSung. But his conscience insisted he was in denial.
One night, SungMin received an unexpected phone call from KyuHyun. Apparently KyuHyun had been incredibly busy, though SungMin was hardly surprised.
"I'm exhausted, Sungminnie," he'd said in a slight accent SungMin knew had been picked up from speaking Mandarin for a little too long. "So many shows, so much practicing. And DongHae isn't helping any."
Suddenly the rumors that had been stashed in the back of SungMin's mind began to resurface. "DongHae? What's he doing to you? Don't tell me those rumors are actually true?"
KyuHyun laughed at this. "What rumors, Minnie?"
"That you and him..." began SungMin through pursed lips. He tried to say the rest of it, but nothing came.
"We're not together or anything," said KyuHyun, laughing once more. "I'm not that cruel, you know. What I meant was that DongHae broke up with KiBum -- or KiBum broke up with him, I guess. With KiBum in America and DongHae in China, I guess the distance wasn't working out. But it's really been quite the damper in his mood, as well as all of ours."
"They broke up...?" SungMin wondered aloud. Somehow, he had been hoping the entire rumor was false, but it seemed they still had their truths in them....
Eventually their conversation came to an end, since KyuHyun had to wake up rather early the next day. The last words KyuHyun had said were "I miss you, hyung. Wait for me, okay?" to which SungMin had replied with "I miss you too."
He had wanted to add a "I love you too," afterwards, but he didn't have the courage to do it. Yet even with that desire, he still couldn't figure out why it was now YeSung's face, not KyuHyun's face, that painted the background of his dreams.
Everything KyuHyun had told him that night had been according to the reality SungMin had tried hard to hold onto. In the end, SungMin had to admit, it was all just pointless worrying.
"What would you do if RyeoWook didn't like you back?" SungMin asked YeSung while on one of their breaks.
The latter only shrugged. "Nothing, I guess. I'd feel hurt, maybe, but nothing would change. If I can't care for him as his lover, I'll care for him as his hyung. I don't think the feelings change much, do you? I think the only thing that changes is the intentions behind those feelings."
"I see," was all SungMin said in response.
Did he see KyuHyun in that same light?
SungMin was sure he did.
But he couldn't help but to feel slightly uncertain.
One night it came to him. Realization swept over him and knocked him over. How could he be this much of a hypocrite?
All that time SungMin had spent worrying about what KyuHyun was doing in China, wondering if KyuHyun's interests were invested elsewhere.... What if KyuHyun was thinking the exact same thing? But what was worse was that KyuHyun actually had a reason to question him, because for some reason SungMin could not get YeSung out of his head.
He wanted KyuHyun. He was sure of it. He didn't know what YeSung was. There was no future there, anyway, not with RyeoWook still around.
No. I have to do this. For KyuHyun's sake.
"Ah, SungMin!" YeSung was calling from a distance -- but SungMin did not turn around. "SungMin, why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?"
It was awfully extreme and SungMin knew it. But with YeSung still inexplicably in his head, it was all he could.
"Mianhae, YeSung."
A few weeks later, the members of Super Junior M returned to Korea, though Henry and Zhou Mi had remained in China. The twelve members had celebrated their reunion, though the emotions present were rather mixed in nature. From DongHae, an overwhelming blanket of sadness, which could not even be lifted by HyukJae's attempts at comic relief. From KyuHyun and SungMin, an awkwardness that really couldn't be explained by anyone except themselves. And from HeeChul, a grouchiness that was merely characteristic.
Being in KyuHyun's presence washed away any doubts he'd had, whether in KyuHyun or in himself. And he knew this had nothing to do with the many gifts from China KyuHyun had kindly showered him with. It was what he had always wanted, back in the past, the current time, and for as long as he could hold onto it in the future. Whether KyuHyun felt the same way didn't matter because he didn't need a label in order to care for someone; YeSung had taught him that.
Perhaps once during that party, SungMin snuck a glance over at the man that had begun to invade his dreams only until a week prior. Maybe one day, when SungMin felt safer and more secure, he would allow himself to open up to that friendship once more, because YeSung really was a nice friend, in the end.
But for now, ignoring YeSung's still desperate and confused gazes as well as the man next to him, SungMin heaved a sigh and turned toward KyuHyun.
"KyuHyun," SungMin said quietly, not really caring if the other man could hear him. "Saranghae."
(gets bricked for trying to write outside my OTP)
Slowly I'm trying to write stories involving everyone else. Actually, I'm considering doing the 100 SuJu one-shot challenge thing, but because all the characters are so foreign to me (in terms of portraying them), I've been holding off for now. So I guess all of this is practice :)
Thanks to everyone commenting on my stories! I really appreciate the feedback! And thanks to everyone pressing the like and dislike buttons too, haha. You all have my love.
Some KyuMin, YeWook, and YeMin (Or is it SungSung? lol), and I suppose mentionings of KiHae because I couldn't help myself.
Unbeta-ed, as always (I never beta, though I should. It's still readable, though). Sowwy in advance~
Title: Rumor (#2)
Word Count: 1759
Rating: PG? G?
Started/Finished: 12.08.09 / 12.08.09
Music Muse: Super Junior T, "Rokkuguh"
Description: Sometimes, things just happen. He learns soon enough.
Rumor
SungMin knew he should only believe so much. Rumors were rumors, after all, and it wasn't like there was any proof behind them yet. Besides, when said rumors came from fan-run forums and not from legitimate news sources, their validity was likely nonexistent.
But the media would have stopped caring to include that rumor in their broadcasts, anyway. Fan-service was normal to them by now, and it was surely not something worth reporting after every Super Junior concert performance.
And fan-service is just fan-service, SungMin tried reminding himself. None of it means anything in the end.
SungMin convinced himself this was just a result of jealousy. Why should he care what KyuHyun was doing outside of Korea, anyway? Should he care because the two had shared some close moments before leaving? Or because that man was the only person who appeared in his dreams late at night? Maybe even because KyuHyun stopped calling him every other night like he used to?
He stills thinks about me, SungMin told himself, I know it.
But he couldn't help but to listen to those rumors, and it was perhaps that there were so many depicting the same tale that caused SungMin to worry more than he should. Some of them were even ridiculous; one said that, after KiBum's recent break-up with DongHae, KyuHyun had taken the opportunity to steal the heartbroken man for himself. It was lies, SungMin knew, but when everything on the Internet said the exact same thing....
He knew the rumors were only a result of "fan-service." He knew the truth was just that KyuHyun had given DongHae a kiss on the cheek during one of their performances. It wasn't even like KyuHyun to do something like that -- DongHae, really?
And it wasn't even a real kiss.
So why was he bothered?
When the rumors persisted, SungMin did his best to keep his head high. He forced himself to tune out anything regarding Super Junior M and their endeavors. He refused to sit in front of a computer to use the Internet. As cliche as it seemed, SungMin knew ignorance truly was bliss.
He also tried his best to keep his composure around the others. But apparently, he had failed terribly.
"We're Super Junior Happy, remember?" LeeTeuk reminded him. "It's a little obvious that you're anything but happy."
SungMin nodded, but inside he was shaking his head. He didn't want Super Junior Happy right now. He wanted Super Junior, just Super Junior, where he had a reason to be with KyuHyun.
One day, as SungMin was solemnly eating breakfast in front of the television, a sudden weight decided to seat itself next to him. He frowned at first, knowing it wasn't the person he wanted to be there, and for that reason he remained unresponsive.
A few minutes of silence lingered in the air, save the television in the background. And then, just when SungMin felt like he couldn't take the silence with the unnamed person anymore, the unnamed person spoke.
"SungMin, I know how you feel."
YeSung.
They talked a lot that day, as well as the next day. SungMin realized that YeSung really did know how he felt, with RyeoWook overseas as well. And though YeSung never really described his relationship with that man explicitly, SungMin had the strangest feeling it was quite similar to his relationship with KyuHyun.
When he was around YeSung, his worries over rumors were nonexistent. He was able to talk to YeSung normally, and it had felt good having a clear conscience for once. It had made him realize that those hours worrying over rumors had been pointless, and he knew that if he could keep up the same faith and courage as YeSung did then he would be fine.
But despite these achievements, there was one thing that SungMin was beginning to fear. And that fear was confirmed when one night, in the middle of his dream, KyuHyun's face was no longer what he saw.
SungMin decides to ask YeSung: "Hyung, what does RyeoWook mean to you?"
"You don't know?" the other asked in response.
SungMin shook his head. "I just want to know."
YeSung gave his fair share of questioning looks before replying. "Wookie means a lot to me. To be honest, I don't think he knows how much he means to me. But he's also like a brother to me, someone I care about and should look after."
"I see," was all SungMin said in response. Did he see KyuHyun in that same light? SungMin was sure he did, but he couldn't help but to feel slightly uncertain.
No, it's not supposed to be like this! SungMin yelled inside his head. KyuHyun, not YeSung....
He spent an entire night thinking it over, but it gave him no consolation when by the end of the night he was still empty-handed.
In one of the new songs for Super Junior Happy's next album was an entrance that had SungMin and YeSung singing in perfect harmony. Sometimes, when singing the song, SungMin would forget that the song was actually about a guy chasing a girl he'd met in his dreams. And even though he preferred several other songs on their album over this one, he couldn't deny that he felt his happiest during that duet.
He was absolutely sure it was because the duet sounded good and had nothing to do with the fact that it was with YeSung. But his conscience insisted he was in denial.
One night, SungMin received an unexpected phone call from KyuHyun. Apparently KyuHyun had been incredibly busy, though SungMin was hardly surprised.
"I'm exhausted, Sungminnie," he'd said in a slight accent SungMin knew had been picked up from speaking Mandarin for a little too long. "So many shows, so much practicing. And DongHae isn't helping any."
Suddenly the rumors that had been stashed in the back of SungMin's mind began to resurface. "DongHae? What's he doing to you? Don't tell me those rumors are actually true?"
KyuHyun laughed at this. "What rumors, Minnie?"
"That you and him..." began SungMin through pursed lips. He tried to say the rest of it, but nothing came.
"We're not together or anything," said KyuHyun, laughing once more. "I'm not that cruel, you know. What I meant was that DongHae broke up with KiBum -- or KiBum broke up with him, I guess. With KiBum in America and DongHae in China, I guess the distance wasn't working out. But it's really been quite the damper in his mood, as well as all of ours."
"They broke up...?" SungMin wondered aloud. Somehow, he had been hoping the entire rumor was false, but it seemed they still had their truths in them....
Eventually their conversation came to an end, since KyuHyun had to wake up rather early the next day. The last words KyuHyun had said were "I miss you, hyung. Wait for me, okay?" to which SungMin had replied with "I miss you too."
He had wanted to add a "I love you too," afterwards, but he didn't have the courage to do it. Yet even with that desire, he still couldn't figure out why it was now YeSung's face, not KyuHyun's face, that painted the background of his dreams.
Everything KyuHyun had told him that night had been according to the reality SungMin had tried hard to hold onto. In the end, SungMin had to admit, it was all just pointless worrying.
"What would you do if RyeoWook didn't like you back?" SungMin asked YeSung while on one of their breaks.
The latter only shrugged. "Nothing, I guess. I'd feel hurt, maybe, but nothing would change. If I can't care for him as his lover, I'll care for him as his hyung. I don't think the feelings change much, do you? I think the only thing that changes is the intentions behind those feelings."
"I see," was all SungMin said in response.
Did he see KyuHyun in that same light?
SungMin was sure he did.
But he couldn't help but to feel slightly uncertain.
One night it came to him. Realization swept over him and knocked him over. How could he be this much of a hypocrite?
All that time SungMin had spent worrying about what KyuHyun was doing in China, wondering if KyuHyun's interests were invested elsewhere.... What if KyuHyun was thinking the exact same thing? But what was worse was that KyuHyun actually had a reason to question him, because for some reason SungMin could not get YeSung out of his head.
He wanted KyuHyun. He was sure of it. He didn't know what YeSung was. There was no future there, anyway, not with RyeoWook still around.
No. I have to do this. For KyuHyun's sake.
"Ah, SungMin!" YeSung was calling from a distance -- but SungMin did not turn around. "SungMin, why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?"
It was awfully extreme and SungMin knew it. But with YeSung still inexplicably in his head, it was all he could.
"Mianhae, YeSung."
A few weeks later, the members of Super Junior M returned to Korea, though Henry and Zhou Mi had remained in China. The twelve members had celebrated their reunion, though the emotions present were rather mixed in nature. From DongHae, an overwhelming blanket of sadness, which could not even be lifted by HyukJae's attempts at comic relief. From KyuHyun and SungMin, an awkwardness that really couldn't be explained by anyone except themselves. And from HeeChul, a grouchiness that was merely characteristic.
Being in KyuHyun's presence washed away any doubts he'd had, whether in KyuHyun or in himself. And he knew this had nothing to do with the many gifts from China KyuHyun had kindly showered him with. It was what he had always wanted, back in the past, the current time, and for as long as he could hold onto it in the future. Whether KyuHyun felt the same way didn't matter because he didn't need a label in order to care for someone; YeSung had taught him that.
Perhaps once during that party, SungMin snuck a glance over at the man that had begun to invade his dreams only until a week prior. Maybe one day, when SungMin felt safer and more secure, he would allow himself to open up to that friendship once more, because YeSung really was a nice friend, in the end.
But for now, ignoring YeSung's still desperate and confused gazes as well as the man next to him, SungMin heaved a sigh and turned toward KyuHyun.
"KyuHyun," SungMin said quietly, not really caring if the other man could hear him. "Saranghae."
(gets bricked for trying to write outside my OTP)
Slowly I'm trying to write stories involving everyone else. Actually, I'm considering doing the 100 SuJu one-shot challenge thing, but because all the characters are so foreign to me (in terms of portraying them), I've been holding off for now. So I guess all of this is practice :)
Thanks to everyone commenting on my stories! I really appreciate the feedback! And thanks to everyone pressing the like and dislike buttons too, haha. You all have my love.
Monday, December 7, 2009
KiHae: Optimal (#6)
I come bearing another one-shot without angst! See, I promise, and I deliver!
Title: Optimal (#6)
Word Count: 978
Rating: PG-13? I guess? There's nothing explicit, really.
Started/Finished: 12.07.09 / 12.07.09
Music Muse: Relient K, "Curl Up and Die"
Description: KiBum doesn't really know when he likes their relationship best. DongHae finds this problematic.
One day, while sitting idly in front of a TV, DongHae asks KiBum what he likes most about their relationship.
"Hyung, don't ask strenuous questions," KiBum scolds, and while it's true that they're to be using the free time in their schedules to relax, KiBum knows he'd only said it to avert having to answer the question. But DongHae, being both resilient and bored, persists with his question.
"Ah Kibummie, there's gotta be something you like!"
KiBum shrugs. "I like it all. Everything"
"Bad answer!" DongHae yells with a laugh, throwing a pillow at his face. "Kibum-ah, pick one!"
"Hae..." but just as KiBum finds himself against a corner he does not like, the television decides to come to the rescue with a lovely ad about feeding pet fish with new, formulated fish food. And though KiBum comes out of the predicament with a little less won in his pocket, he knows this had probably the best outcome.
KiBum should've known that wouldn't be the end of it, though, for later that evening as he washing the dishes from dinner DongHae suddenly hugs him from behind.
"Kibummie," says DongHae, whispering into KiBum's ear. "Do you like it better when I hug you normally or from behind?"
"Both," is KiBum's short but cheeky response.
DongHae pulls away, pouting. "Bad answer! But ah, Kibummie, why can't you pick one?"
"That has nothing to do with what I like best about our relationship," KiBum replies, returning to the dishes. "But off the record, from behind, hyung. I like those better."
KiBum is not surprised when DongHae does exactly that.
A few days later, or when KiBum's and DongHae's schedules are next free simultaneously, KiBum finds himself being dragged outside.
"It's snowing!" DongHae says when KiBum asks for the reason of their outdoor excursion.
"And I need a jacket."
"Have mine." KiBum tries to reject DongHae's offer, but because DongHae is resilient to KiBum's protests he takes off the jacket and places it over KiBum's shoulders.
The two spend the day doing what most any child would. They roll in the snow, throw snowballs at each other, and attempt (and fail) to make snowmen. And though DongHae is clearly cold he still wears the warmest and brightest smile.
At the end of it all, as they sit upon a park bench (more accurately, KiBum is sitting, while DonHae is lying down with his head in KiBum's lap), DongHae decides to posit the question once more.
"Shut up and quit ruining the moment."
"Bad answer! -- and that's no way to talk to your hyung, Kibummie!" -- but DongHae, not really wanting to ruin the moment himself, doesn't really say much else.
KiBum is not surprised when DongHae wakes up with a cold the next morning.
"It's just a cold!" whines DongHae, refusing to acknowledge KiBum's stern gazes from across the room. "Kibummie, can I please have my morning kiss?"
"You're sick."
"How about morning hug?"
KiBum feigns giving it thought. "You're sick."
DongHae is not happy, especially when KiBum only smiles at DongHae's infantile frustration. "Kibummie, this is your favorite part of our relationship, isn't it? When you get to pull the strings?"
"Not at all," KiBum says with a laugh. "Why would I like a sick Hae?"
"I don't know, because you're sadistic. So then can I please get a hug before you go?"
"You're sick."
DongHae is furious when KiBum finally leaves, but his cold forces him to sleep before he can dwell on it much.
Admittedly, KiBum does like having the strings in his hands. But KiBum would never mention that to DongHae, especially when his current (and only) goal in life seems to be finding out what KiBum likes.
KiBum is not surprised when DongHae tackles him upon entering the house.
"I'm better!" DongHae yells, shoving his mouth against KiBum's. And then, when they break apart, "And you're dead, Kibummie!"
KiBum lets DongHae vent his sexual frustration on him, though it's not like he minds or anything. He knows he deserves it, anyway.
In the middle of the night, KiBum is awakened with a slight tap upon his shoulders. Having never been a heavy sleeper, he immediately turns to DongHae and prepares to scold him.
"Nightmare," DongHae whispers lowly.
KiBum drops his anger immediately.
"What are you, seven?" he says with a laugh. But they do this every time DongHae has nightmares, and so the other man takes no offense and slips into KiBum's embrace. He feels warm and safe, and returns to sleep knowing no nightmare will dare plague him once more -- not while KiBum's there to be his bodyguard.
Admittedly, KiBum does like the moments in which DongHae runs to him and him only for help and condolence. But KiBum would never mention that to DongHae, especially when his current (and only) goal in life is to find out what KiBum likes.
And so one day, while sitting idly in front of a TV, DongHae asks KiBum what he likes most about their relationship.
"Hyung, don't ask strenuous questions," KiBum scolds. But DongHae, being both resilient and bored, persists with his question.
"Ah Kibummie, there's gotta be something you like!"
KiBum shrugs. He does give it some thought, though. He thinks about the times where they act as children, playing together without any cares in the world. He thinks about how DongHae always puts him before himself, even if it means sacrificing something or getting sick the next day. He thinks about how DongHae always wants to make him happy, always doing the things KiBum wants done. He thinks about the times in which the silence between them more strongly illustrates their love than any words could ever hope to do so. And then he thinks about the things in their relationship that are meant to be felt and not said.
And it's only then that KiBum knows his answer.
"I like it all," he says. "Everything."
And even though DongHae yells "Bad answer!" and throws a pillow at his face, KiBum knows that it is, in fact, the right answer.
(gets bricked for all teh sap)
I noticed how people keep spotting my stuff, lol. While I'm very touched and amused, blogspot kinda fails... so though you spot the very first comment, you won't get to post your actual comment where you saved your spot -- but at least everyone knows who commented first! But this really isn't a big deal, since not many people comment at the moment anyway =P
Title: Optimal (#6)
Word Count: 978
Rating: PG-13? I guess? There's nothing explicit, really.
Started/Finished: 12.07.09 / 12.07.09
Music Muse: Relient K, "Curl Up and Die"
Description: KiBum doesn't really know when he likes their relationship best. DongHae finds this problematic.
Optimal
One day, while sitting idly in front of a TV, DongHae asks KiBum what he likes most about their relationship.
"Hyung, don't ask strenuous questions," KiBum scolds, and while it's true that they're to be using the free time in their schedules to relax, KiBum knows he'd only said it to avert having to answer the question. But DongHae, being both resilient and bored, persists with his question.
"Ah Kibummie, there's gotta be something you like!"
KiBum shrugs. "I like it all. Everything"
"Bad answer!" DongHae yells with a laugh, throwing a pillow at his face. "Kibum-ah, pick one!"
"Hae..." but just as KiBum finds himself against a corner he does not like, the television decides to come to the rescue with a lovely ad about feeding pet fish with new, formulated fish food. And though KiBum comes out of the predicament with a little less won in his pocket, he knows this had probably the best outcome.
KiBum should've known that wouldn't be the end of it, though, for later that evening as he washing the dishes from dinner DongHae suddenly hugs him from behind.
"Kibummie," says DongHae, whispering into KiBum's ear. "Do you like it better when I hug you normally or from behind?"
"Both," is KiBum's short but cheeky response.
DongHae pulls away, pouting. "Bad answer! But ah, Kibummie, why can't you pick one?"
"That has nothing to do with what I like best about our relationship," KiBum replies, returning to the dishes. "But off the record, from behind, hyung. I like those better."
KiBum is not surprised when DongHae does exactly that.
A few days later, or when KiBum's and DongHae's schedules are next free simultaneously, KiBum finds himself being dragged outside.
"It's snowing!" DongHae says when KiBum asks for the reason of their outdoor excursion.
"And I need a jacket."
"Have mine." KiBum tries to reject DongHae's offer, but because DongHae is resilient to KiBum's protests he takes off the jacket and places it over KiBum's shoulders.
The two spend the day doing what most any child would. They roll in the snow, throw snowballs at each other, and attempt (and fail) to make snowmen. And though DongHae is clearly cold he still wears the warmest and brightest smile.
At the end of it all, as they sit upon a park bench (more accurately, KiBum is sitting, while DonHae is lying down with his head in KiBum's lap), DongHae decides to posit the question once more.
"Shut up and quit ruining the moment."
"Bad answer! -- and that's no way to talk to your hyung, Kibummie!" -- but DongHae, not really wanting to ruin the moment himself, doesn't really say much else.
KiBum is not surprised when DongHae wakes up with a cold the next morning.
"It's just a cold!" whines DongHae, refusing to acknowledge KiBum's stern gazes from across the room. "Kibummie, can I please have my morning kiss?"
"You're sick."
"How about morning hug?"
KiBum feigns giving it thought. "You're sick."
DongHae is not happy, especially when KiBum only smiles at DongHae's infantile frustration. "Kibummie, this is your favorite part of our relationship, isn't it? When you get to pull the strings?"
"Not at all," KiBum says with a laugh. "Why would I like a sick Hae?"
"I don't know, because you're sadistic. So then can I please get a hug before you go?"
"You're sick."
DongHae is furious when KiBum finally leaves, but his cold forces him to sleep before he can dwell on it much.
Admittedly, KiBum does like having the strings in his hands. But KiBum would never mention that to DongHae, especially when his current (and only) goal in life seems to be finding out what KiBum likes.
KiBum is not surprised when DongHae tackles him upon entering the house.
"I'm better!" DongHae yells, shoving his mouth against KiBum's. And then, when they break apart, "And you're dead, Kibummie!"
KiBum lets DongHae vent his sexual frustration on him, though it's not like he minds or anything. He knows he deserves it, anyway.
In the middle of the night, KiBum is awakened with a slight tap upon his shoulders. Having never been a heavy sleeper, he immediately turns to DongHae and prepares to scold him.
"Nightmare," DongHae whispers lowly.
KiBum drops his anger immediately.
"What are you, seven?" he says with a laugh. But they do this every time DongHae has nightmares, and so the other man takes no offense and slips into KiBum's embrace. He feels warm and safe, and returns to sleep knowing no nightmare will dare plague him once more -- not while KiBum's there to be his bodyguard.
Admittedly, KiBum does like the moments in which DongHae runs to him and him only for help and condolence. But KiBum would never mention that to DongHae, especially when his current (and only) goal in life is to find out what KiBum likes.
And so one day, while sitting idly in front of a TV, DongHae asks KiBum what he likes most about their relationship.
"Hyung, don't ask strenuous questions," KiBum scolds. But DongHae, being both resilient and bored, persists with his question.
"Ah Kibummie, there's gotta be something you like!"
KiBum shrugs. He does give it some thought, though. He thinks about the times where they act as children, playing together without any cares in the world. He thinks about how DongHae always puts him before himself, even if it means sacrificing something or getting sick the next day. He thinks about how DongHae always wants to make him happy, always doing the things KiBum wants done. He thinks about the times in which the silence between them more strongly illustrates their love than any words could ever hope to do so. And then he thinks about the things in their relationship that are meant to be felt and not said.
And it's only then that KiBum knows his answer.
"I like it all," he says. "Everything."
And even though DongHae yells "Bad answer!" and throws a pillow at his face, KiBum knows that it is, in fact, the right answer.
(gets bricked for all teh sap)
I noticed how people keep spotting my stuff, lol. While I'm very touched and amused, blogspot kinda fails... so though you spot the very first comment, you won't get to post your actual comment where you saved your spot -- but at least everyone knows who commented first! But this really isn't a big deal, since not many people comment at the moment anyway =P
KyuMin: Reflection (#1)
To counter the sap I just wrote, here's something on the less sappy side. First KyuMin drabble, and of course I would make it slightly saddening (only slightly!). What's wrong with me? (PS: Let me know how much this fails, kay?)
Title: Reflection (#1)
Word Count: 404
Rating: PG (it might be G, but I have honestly never distinguished that difference and still can't.)
Started/Finished: 12.07.09 / 12.07.09
Music Muse: Yesung & Sungmin, "Now We Go to Meet"
Description: SungMin wonders what it all means to him. If it means anything at all.
KyuHyun was a mystery, perhaps without meaning to.
He wasn't necessarily reserved. Sure, at times the magnae would appear to be deep in thought, and it was during these times that SungMin least wanted to bother him. But more times than not, KyuHyun was dorky and outgoing -- though that award still went to DongHae.
Yet he was still mysterious, and no matter how hard he tried SungMin could never figure him out. It always felt like KyuHyun held in more than what he let on, and that bothered SungMin somewhat -- though maybe it was just our differing personalities, SungMin would always try convincing himself.
SungMin respected KyuHyun's privacy, of course, and he knew that the man was more than welcome to have his own secrets. But sometimes SungMin grew curious, though his curiosity never usually got the best of him. And when it did, it was easy for SungMin to recoil and apologize for his instrusion.
There were some things about KyuHyun that SungMin did want clarified, though. For instance, whenever SungMin asked "What am I to you, KyuHyun-ah?" in his most curious yet serious tone, the other would only say, "You're a good hyung." And as KyuHyun returned to playing StarCraft, SungMin would always wonder if that was really it, if he really meant anything more to him that simply his hyung.
When KyuHyun's mysteries involved him, SungMin was at his worst. When the other man went to bed, SungMin would always remain awake, wondering if KyuHyun's 'Sweet Dreams' meant anything more to him than a simple well-wishing before sleep. He would ponder over the casual arms KyuHyun slung over his shoulder, the occasional gazes SungMin could never understand, and the occasional possessive remarks KyuHyun made around him.
Not knowing was something that did not settle well with SungMin. He wanted to know what he was to that man. And more than anything, he wanted his response to be something more than "You're a good hyung."
But by not telling KyuHyun this, SungMin knew that he in turn was being a hypocrite. He couldn't scold KyuHyun for not letting on something when he himself was keeping things from his friend. No matter how badly SungMin wanted to know, it was only fair.
That was why, when KyuHyun had asked "Hyung, what's the matter?" in the most curious yet serious tone, SungMin forced himself to respond with,
"Ah, KyuHyun-ah, it's nothing."
(gets bricked for bad drabble)
My first KyuMin story, so please tell me how I did!
Title: Reflection (#1)
Word Count: 404
Rating: PG (it might be G, but I have honestly never distinguished that difference and still can't.)
Started/Finished: 12.07.09 / 12.07.09
Music Muse: Yesung & Sungmin, "Now We Go to Meet"
Description: SungMin wonders what it all means to him. If it means anything at all.
Reflection
KyuHyun was a mystery, perhaps without meaning to.
He wasn't necessarily reserved. Sure, at times the magnae would appear to be deep in thought, and it was during these times that SungMin least wanted to bother him. But more times than not, KyuHyun was dorky and outgoing -- though that award still went to DongHae.
Yet he was still mysterious, and no matter how hard he tried SungMin could never figure him out. It always felt like KyuHyun held in more than what he let on, and that bothered SungMin somewhat -- though maybe it was just our differing personalities, SungMin would always try convincing himself.
SungMin respected KyuHyun's privacy, of course, and he knew that the man was more than welcome to have his own secrets. But sometimes SungMin grew curious, though his curiosity never usually got the best of him. And when it did, it was easy for SungMin to recoil and apologize for his instrusion.
There were some things about KyuHyun that SungMin did want clarified, though. For instance, whenever SungMin asked "What am I to you, KyuHyun-ah?" in his most curious yet serious tone, the other would only say, "You're a good hyung." And as KyuHyun returned to playing StarCraft, SungMin would always wonder if that was really it, if he really meant anything more to him that simply his hyung.
When KyuHyun's mysteries involved him, SungMin was at his worst. When the other man went to bed, SungMin would always remain awake, wondering if KyuHyun's 'Sweet Dreams' meant anything more to him than a simple well-wishing before sleep. He would ponder over the casual arms KyuHyun slung over his shoulder, the occasional gazes SungMin could never understand, and the occasional possessive remarks KyuHyun made around him.
Not knowing was something that did not settle well with SungMin. He wanted to know what he was to that man. And more than anything, he wanted his response to be something more than "You're a good hyung."
But by not telling KyuHyun this, SungMin knew that he in turn was being a hypocrite. He couldn't scold KyuHyun for not letting on something when he himself was keeping things from his friend. No matter how badly SungMin wanted to know, it was only fair.
That was why, when KyuHyun had asked "Hyung, what's the matter?" in the most curious yet serious tone, SungMin forced himself to respond with,
"Ah, KyuHyun-ah, it's nothing."
(gets bricked for bad drabble)
My first KyuMin story, so please tell me how I did!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
KiHae: Collapse (#3)
Ah, I'm so glad to hear that my first two went all right! Hopefully I can continue delivering the KiHae community with some good stories!
Title: Collapse (#3)
Word Count: 3318
Rating: PG(-13, to be safe)
Started/Finished: 12.05.09 / 12.05.09
Music Muse: Cho Kyuhyun, "7 Years of Love"
Description: One fall was all it took to get KiBum thinking.
Warning: Apparently this one is slightly OoC. Sorry. *shrug*
It hadn't been on purpose. One moment everyone was practicing the choreography for their latest song, and all seemed to be going well. The moves were a lot harder than they usually were, and KiBum only began to wonder what dancing these moves and singing their song simultaneously would be like.
But then the next moment, before KiBum could even begin to anticipate that difficulty, a loud thud came from somewhere behind him. The music stopped, and everyone turned to the source of the disruption.
"Sorry," DongHae said pathetically, sprawled on the dance floor. "Must've lost my footing."
The leader of their group, LeeTeuk, stepped forward and knelt to his side. "You okay, though? Hurt anywhere?"
"Nah," said DongHae, getting to his feet. However, no one was convinced when, after standing up, he winced at and pseudo-limped because of his left foot.
"Better sit out for now," said LeeTeuk, though KiBum was not sure whether the leader was sympathetic or simply annoyed about the impediment on their practice. "If you force it now you're just gonna make it worse."
"Sorry," DongHae apologized, turning and limping toward the door. The eyes of the other Super Junior members continued to watch him as he hobbled towards the door.
For KiBum, watching him stumble his way to their on-spot paramedic and physical therapist was almost pitiful. Sure, they were only a few doors down, probably enjoying a drink or two until their assistance was needed (which, KiBum added to himself, goes completely against the idea of a paramedic), but for a handicapped person a couple of doors down may as well be a hundred.
And it was because of this, perhaps, that KiBum suddenly found himself saying, "Hyung, I'll make sure he gets there all right."
LeeTeuk sighed. "Fine. We'll be two members down though, so try to make it back quickly all right?"
"Yeah...." KiBum was pretty sure he felt the eyes of the other members as he hurried to catch up with DongHae.
Assisting him was pointless by then, especially since he was almost out the door already. Maybe it was really because KiBum pitied his state, or maybe it was because KiBum wanted a break from all the choreography practice.
Either way, KiBum knew it was worth it when DongHae turned to him with bright eyes saying, "Ah, Kibummie, you came for me."
"I told hyung I'd make sure you got there safely," KiBum replied, turning his gaze to the hallway they were now in. "Fifth door on the left."
"I know my way around," DongHae whined playfully. The two slowly made their way in silence, KiBum occasionally assisting the other whenever DongHae looked like he might lost his balance. Eventually DongHae resorted to hopping on his good foot, using KiBum as a balance... but even this tired DongHae out more quickly than he'd expected.
As they neared the fifth door, DongHae came to a stop. "KiBum-ah...."
KiBum, who was still confused as to why they stopped short of their destination, could only muster a "Yeah?" in response.
DongHae flustered and shook his head, turning away. "Ah, nothing, never mind...." KiBum frowned but said nothing, but internally he slowly began to wonder what DongHae had wanted to say. Especially with such a serious tone and face....
LeeTeuk wasn't too happy when KiBum had returned, but that was the least of the latter's concerns. Instead of thinking of his dance moves, KiBum could only think of swollen ankles and the serious face DongHae had given him only moments before.
Upon arriving to the dorms, KiBum immediately took it upon himself to feed DongHae's fish. He hadn't heard from DongHae since he'd seen him off back at the dance studio, and though he knew there was no way he could've been admitted to a hospital without hearing the accompanying sirens of an ambulance, he still did not know where exactly the man was now.
"It's not a serious injury," KiBum said quietly to the empty room. The silence that greeted him in return, however, was not encouraging.
He sighed. Their room was definitely not the same without DongHae in it. Yeah, KiBum had to admit, he did miss his roommate, his hyung, his friend, his....
His... what?
Out of boredom and curiosity, KiBum walked over to DongHae's side of the room. Naturally his things were kept relatively neat, as his schedule demanded him to go places every so often and there was no point in unpacking and repacking so often. However, on the desk was a single notebook, and though KiBum only vaguely registered the act as a violation of privacy he couldn't help but to peek at its contents.
The notebook itself was harmless. It seemed to be a notebook filled with translations of words to other languages. Kibum recognized some of the English words almost instantly, but there also seemed to be some Chinese characters he didn't recognize... probably Mandarin.
Several pages later, KiBum stumbled across an interesting page. It appeared to be some sort of poem, and as KiBum skimmed through it he realized it was a love poem. His eyes widened in surprise at this discovery, and at that instant he closed the notebook instantly.
"You've invaded his privacy enough," said the angel in his conscience.
"But if you keep reading, maybe you'll find out who he likes!" said his counterpart.
In the end, KiBum settled with asking DongHae himself. But in his absence, KiBum couldn't help but to wonder which mysterious girl had unknowingly earned the privilege of stealing DongHae's heart.
An hour or two later, KiBum heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," he said, and in came LeeTeuk. "Ah, hyung!"
"Just wanted to say sorry for being cold earlier," LeeTeuk said quickly. "I probably should have been more sympathetic." KiBum only nodded stiffly, giving no verbal response. However, this seemed to bother LeeTeuk, because moments later he said, "You're much more talkative around Hae, you know that?"
KiBum flushed. "Ah... I guess so." Then, perhaps on a hopeful whim, KiBum added, "Hyung, do you know who he likes?"
LeeTeuk's eyebrows arched. "Hae? Maybe. Not my place to tell you, though. Ask him yourself, he's on his way back."
"He is?" KiBum eyes shot wide with excitement. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
LeeTeuk shrugged, turning away. "Anyway, ask him when he gets back. And HanKyung's making dinner, so be ready to eat in a little bit." KiBum said nothing as the leader made his way back out of the room; his mind was too focused on other things.
Just who did DongHae like, anyway?
As LeeTeuk had said, DongHae arrived moments later. KiBum was quick to give the man quite the greeting, complete with a hug and a pat on the back. Internally KiBum shameless admitted that LeeTeuk was right in that he really was more talkative around DongHae, but correcting this habit was the least of his worries.
"Noona iced it a bit and massaged it or something," DongHae explained rather poorly, but it was enough for KiBum. The latter then proceeded in informing DongHae that his fish had already been fed. "One small pinch, right?"
"Of course."
"You're the best, Kibummie!" The smells of Hankyung's cooking were quite strong now, and as a result their conversation took a sharp turn towards Hankyung's masterpiece. But even that conversation didn't last, not while KiBum had other thoughts plaguing his mind.
"Jung-soo-hyung says I don't talk to people much unless I'm around you. Is that true?"
Donghae laughed. "Ah... I guess so."
KiBum noted immediately that that had been his exact response to LeeTeuk.
"He also told me you like someone," KiBum added, deciding against telling him he'd read it on the book on the table instead. But now, as he thought about it, he really did wonder why a book holding such a secret was haphazardly placed on the table in the open.
To KiBum's surprise, DongHae barked in surprise. "He did?"
KiBum now felt slightly guitly, but he nodded anyway. "Hyung, you never told me you had your eye on someone, now!"
DongHae flushed and turned away. "Ah, Kibummie, it's...."
"He wouldn't tell me who you liked though," said KiBum, emphasizing the disappointment in his tone. "So Hae, what lucky girl's got your attention?" For whatever reason (KiBum didn't know), DongHae suddenly blanked. His eyes were wide, as if in realization, but before KiBum could ask what he'd said wrong DongHae stepped backwards slightly.
"Kibum-ah...."
"Sorry hyung," said KiBum quickly, trying to correct the error he knew nothing about. "I guess I was getting too carried away with my curiosity.
DongHae shook his head. "Ah, no, not that. I... have something to tell you." KiBum nodded, still trying to figure out what he'd done wrong. Had it been because he'd been too inquisitive? Had he been disrespectful towards his elder? Maybe....
When DongHae made no notion to continue, KiBum frowned. "Same thing from earlier?" KiBum asked. "Hyung, you know you can tell me."
"I... that girl...." DongHae shook his head violently. "Ah, Kibum-ah, I can't say it."
"Tell me. Please?" He searched the shorter boy's face carefully for signs or hints but found none. The only thing he knew was that DongHae meant serious business, unless the hesitance and seriousness etched on his face were all an act.
The air between them was certainly tense, and now it was killing KiBum that DongHae was holding back. "What's the worse that could happen?" he tried reasoning. "I won't judge you for who you like or anything. I'm sure whoever the lucky girl is, she's lucky to have your heart."
"That's just it," DongHae said quietly. "That girl... isn't...."
"DINNER'S READY!"
Even though Hankyung's dinner had been wonderful, KiBum certainly hated that man's timing. Now that the two were no longer talking about it, it proved incredibly difficult to get DongHae back on the subject. It only caused KiBum to become more frustrated at his hyung, as now not only did he not know DongHae's secret love interest but he also wasn't trustworthy in DongHae's eyes.
In order to wake up early enough for their schedules the next day, all of the Super Junior members had been placed under a 10pm curfew. Not that KiBum was actually planning on sleeping at that time (he'd consider himself lucky if he actually managed to pull that off), but at least the lights would be off by that time.
It was about half an hour until that curfew, currently. DongHae was hunched over his desk, no doubt writing in that notebook KiBum had discovered moments earlier. He still desperately wanted to know who that poem was for, even if he didn't know the girl personally. He wasn't even sure why he was so curious, but the notion of not knowing something settled uneasily with him.
Here and there, when KiBum tried to bring up their previous discussion again, he'd try to sneak another peak at the book. DongHae would always hide the book from his sight, which only made it more difficult for KiBum to keep wondering. And eventually, when only fifteen minutes were remaining, KiBum had the nerve to bring it up.
"Hyung, what's in the book?" DongHae immediately spun around, a look of surprise on his face. Obviously, the man didn't realize KiBum had seen the book.
"Ah, Kibummie... just pictures of aliens and fish, useless stuff... a little Mandarin."
"And hearts?"
"Y-you saw those?" DongHae sputtered, glancing back at the book on the table. "Y-yeah... and hearts."
KiBum sighed, turning away. He would have to tell DongHae about having seen the book; it was only fair. And then, maybe if he was lucky.... "I saw the book on your desk earlier today," KiBum admitted in a low tone.
DongHae made no reply, and instead he turned around and resumed writing in the mysterious notebook. A wave of guilt washed over KiBum, and immediately he found himself trying to apologize again. But DongHae acknowledged none of his apologies, and eventually KiBum gave up altogether.
Five minutes to curfew, KiBum reminded DongHae of the time. "And I'm sorry, really," he added.
Much to KiBum's surprise, DongHae answered him. "Kibum-ah, what did you read?"
KiBum gulped. "What did I read?"
"Yeah. What did you read?"
KiBum paused to think. "I... well, not much. I saw your little Mandarin-Korean-English translations, and then I stumbled upon the love poem you wrote. That's when I saw you were talking about a girl you liked, so I got curious."
"That's all?" DongHae asked, and KiBum could have sworn he heard not relief but disappointment in his tone.
"Yeah." DongHae sighed, returning to the book. KiBum closed his eyes; they were so close to being back on topic, and maybe... just maybe.... "Who do you like, Hae? What did you want to tell me earlier?"
The response he'd gotten was not at all what KiBum had expected, though. DongHae had acted almost instantly. He spun quickly on his chair, and as if having the practice the act before he picked up his notebook from the desk and flung it at KiBum. KiBum only had a fraction of a second to react before it hit him squarely in the chest.
"Read that," DongHae said quietly, getting up from his chair. "I guess you have four minutes before the lights go out. Wake me up if you need anything."
"Hyung..." but the older man was done talking. KiBum watched quietly as DongHae crawled into his bed on the other side of the room, and he did not tear his gaze until he'd thrown the blankets completely over his head.
KiBum was now hesitant to read the book now in his hands. He hadn't meant DongHae to get so worked up over the question, and he didn't even know why DongHae was making such an innocent question a big deal. But in the end KiBum could not sate his own curiosity, and with maybe about two minutes before the curfew KiBum flipped the book open to the poem.
It now had a title, it seemed. KiBum scanned it once more, noticing immediately how much more DongHae had added to it since KiBum had last saw it. It was only about halfway through, though, when KiBum realized it wasn't a poem at all.
"Hyung, you're composing a song?" But DongHae did not respond, so KiBum merely returned to reading. According to the song, DongHae had met a girl long ago, a girl who was always quiet and didn't seem to talk to anyone. He was intrigued, naturally, and by his outgoing nature he decided to befriend the girl. As time passed the two became very close, the girl had even begun to talk more, and DongHae began to feel like he could trust that girl with anything and everything.
But not this, said the following line, and from there the song took a bit of a twist. DongHae could not trust the girl with one piece of information. He could not tell her that he'd slowly and hopelessly begun to fall in love with the girl. But more importantly, DongHae wanted to love her but couldn't, because the girl was too busy thinking he liked someone else.
The rest of the song was his sorrow and frustration tied together poetically, and by the end KiBum was impressed with DongHae's song. He wondered to himself if the song had been based on a real-life situation, but before KiBum could really ask the unresponsive DongHae he caught a small note at the bottom of the page.
Kibum, it said, does this sound all right to you?
What if the girl I liked isn't really a girl?
Would this song still sound all right?
What if the guy was someone you knew well?
Would this song still sound all right?
What if that guy was you?
Would this song still sound all right?
And before KiBum could really read anything else, the lights went off (followed by Heechul's laughter in the distance). He sat in silence, trying to take in what he'd just read. The girl was a guy, the guy was someone he knew well, that guy was....
Him.
He was the quiet guy DongHae had befriended years ago. He was the one who'd began to talk more. He was....
...the one DongHae liked.
...did he like him back?
KiBum didn't know. He never really gave liking another guy a thought. Especially towards the other Super Junior members, he saw them mostly as close brothers. But DongHae... closer than close...?
At the dance studio, wanting to assist DongHae.... Had that been...?
Waiting for DongHae to come home.... Had that been...?
Badly wanting to know who DongHae liked.... Had that been...?
Always apologizing for his mistakes with DongHae.... Had that been...?
Talking a lot more around him and being more open with him.... Had that been...?
KiBum sighed. DongHae meant something to him, that was a fact. If he rejected DongHae and if the man turned cold toward him, could KiBum really handle it? But then, should he accept just to keep DongHae close...?
No, that would be unfair.
...but then... what to do?
KiBum threw his fist at a nearby pillow. He was glad DongHae was asleep; he wouldn't see KiBum's anger this way. But why did he care about DongHae's feeling just as much as his own? Was the feelings for him more than brotherly...?
When Leeteuk had told him that observation earlier, he'd flushed hadn't he?
KiBum didn't know how to distinguish brotherly feelings from feelings of love, but they weren't that much different were they? The only way they differed was where they wanted to take the relationship between them....
I don't not like him, KiBum thought to himself. I just....
Just... what...?
KiBum sighed and stood up, walking over to DongHae's bed. The bed creaked beneath him as he sat upon its edge, and by the sounds of deep and relaxed breathing KiBum was certain DongHae had already fallen asleep. He really did look beautiful while sleeping though, even if the moonlight hadn't been reflecting itself onto his face. But he'd always been handsome, or at least KiBum had thought so....
"Ah Hae," KiBum said quietly, placing a hand on DongHae's side. "I... don't know what to say or how to feel. I don't not like you, but I... don't know. I'm not rejecting you, but I... don't know. I need time to think, so wait for me, all right?
"But I am sorry for making you go through so much. I wish you'd told me earlier. I know you don't like it when I apologize all the time, but... I don't like it when I do things that hurt you.
"Sorry, Hae." KiBum paused there. DongHae truly was asleep. KiBum had been hoping the other man was awake to hear him so that he wouldn't have to repeat it in the morning. Yet maybe by then, he would have sorted through his thoughts in order to prepare a more appropriate response.
He sighed, getting off the bed. With his right hand he brushed aside the strands of hair covering DongHae's forehead. Then, after another sigh, he bent down and kissed Donghae's forehead, whispering a quiet 'Mianhae' before straightening himself up once more.
He returned to his own bed and tucked himself under the covers. He didn't know what to think about DongHae's confession still, but the fact that he wasn't bothered by it had to mean something, right? DongHae was a close friend to him, and so long as he didn't leave....
He would let his subconscious deal with it all. Trusting that all would go well, he allowed himself to collapse into a world in which all mysteries were made clear.
And that night, he dreamed of DongHae.
(gets bricked for bad ending)
I ended it early because I still fail at overly romantic scenes. But it's now open ended, so feel free to let your mind fill in what follows. Comments and feedback are still nice!
J. Armstrong.
Title: Collapse (#3)
Word Count: 3318
Rating: PG(-13, to be safe)
Started/Finished: 12.05.09 / 12.05.09
Music Muse: Cho Kyuhyun, "7 Years of Love"
Description: One fall was all it took to get KiBum thinking.
Warning: Apparently this one is slightly OoC. Sorry. *shrug*
Collapse
It hadn't been on purpose. One moment everyone was practicing the choreography for their latest song, and all seemed to be going well. The moves were a lot harder than they usually were, and KiBum only began to wonder what dancing these moves and singing their song simultaneously would be like.
But then the next moment, before KiBum could even begin to anticipate that difficulty, a loud thud came from somewhere behind him. The music stopped, and everyone turned to the source of the disruption.
"Sorry," DongHae said pathetically, sprawled on the dance floor. "Must've lost my footing."
The leader of their group, LeeTeuk, stepped forward and knelt to his side. "You okay, though? Hurt anywhere?"
"Nah," said DongHae, getting to his feet. However, no one was convinced when, after standing up, he winced at and pseudo-limped because of his left foot.
"Better sit out for now," said LeeTeuk, though KiBum was not sure whether the leader was sympathetic or simply annoyed about the impediment on their practice. "If you force it now you're just gonna make it worse."
"Sorry," DongHae apologized, turning and limping toward the door. The eyes of the other Super Junior members continued to watch him as he hobbled towards the door.
For KiBum, watching him stumble his way to their on-spot paramedic and physical therapist was almost pitiful. Sure, they were only a few doors down, probably enjoying a drink or two until their assistance was needed (which, KiBum added to himself, goes completely against the idea of a paramedic), but for a handicapped person a couple of doors down may as well be a hundred.
And it was because of this, perhaps, that KiBum suddenly found himself saying, "Hyung, I'll make sure he gets there all right."
LeeTeuk sighed. "Fine. We'll be two members down though, so try to make it back quickly all right?"
"Yeah...." KiBum was pretty sure he felt the eyes of the other members as he hurried to catch up with DongHae.
Assisting him was pointless by then, especially since he was almost out the door already. Maybe it was really because KiBum pitied his state, or maybe it was because KiBum wanted a break from all the choreography practice.
Either way, KiBum knew it was worth it when DongHae turned to him with bright eyes saying, "Ah, Kibummie, you came for me."
"I told hyung I'd make sure you got there safely," KiBum replied, turning his gaze to the hallway they were now in. "Fifth door on the left."
"I know my way around," DongHae whined playfully. The two slowly made their way in silence, KiBum occasionally assisting the other whenever DongHae looked like he might lost his balance. Eventually DongHae resorted to hopping on his good foot, using KiBum as a balance... but even this tired DongHae out more quickly than he'd expected.
As they neared the fifth door, DongHae came to a stop. "KiBum-ah...."
KiBum, who was still confused as to why they stopped short of their destination, could only muster a "Yeah?" in response.
DongHae flustered and shook his head, turning away. "Ah, nothing, never mind...." KiBum frowned but said nothing, but internally he slowly began to wonder what DongHae had wanted to say. Especially with such a serious tone and face....
LeeTeuk wasn't too happy when KiBum had returned, but that was the least of the latter's concerns. Instead of thinking of his dance moves, KiBum could only think of swollen ankles and the serious face DongHae had given him only moments before.
Upon arriving to the dorms, KiBum immediately took it upon himself to feed DongHae's fish. He hadn't heard from DongHae since he'd seen him off back at the dance studio, and though he knew there was no way he could've been admitted to a hospital without hearing the accompanying sirens of an ambulance, he still did not know where exactly the man was now.
"It's not a serious injury," KiBum said quietly to the empty room. The silence that greeted him in return, however, was not encouraging.
He sighed. Their room was definitely not the same without DongHae in it. Yeah, KiBum had to admit, he did miss his roommate, his hyung, his friend, his....
His... what?
Out of boredom and curiosity, KiBum walked over to DongHae's side of the room. Naturally his things were kept relatively neat, as his schedule demanded him to go places every so often and there was no point in unpacking and repacking so often. However, on the desk was a single notebook, and though KiBum only vaguely registered the act as a violation of privacy he couldn't help but to peek at its contents.
The notebook itself was harmless. It seemed to be a notebook filled with translations of words to other languages. Kibum recognized some of the English words almost instantly, but there also seemed to be some Chinese characters he didn't recognize... probably Mandarin.
Several pages later, KiBum stumbled across an interesting page. It appeared to be some sort of poem, and as KiBum skimmed through it he realized it was a love poem. His eyes widened in surprise at this discovery, and at that instant he closed the notebook instantly.
"You've invaded his privacy enough," said the angel in his conscience.
"But if you keep reading, maybe you'll find out who he likes!" said his counterpart.
In the end, KiBum settled with asking DongHae himself. But in his absence, KiBum couldn't help but to wonder which mysterious girl had unknowingly earned the privilege of stealing DongHae's heart.
An hour or two later, KiBum heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," he said, and in came LeeTeuk. "Ah, hyung!"
"Just wanted to say sorry for being cold earlier," LeeTeuk said quickly. "I probably should have been more sympathetic." KiBum only nodded stiffly, giving no verbal response. However, this seemed to bother LeeTeuk, because moments later he said, "You're much more talkative around Hae, you know that?"
KiBum flushed. "Ah... I guess so." Then, perhaps on a hopeful whim, KiBum added, "Hyung, do you know who he likes?"
LeeTeuk's eyebrows arched. "Hae? Maybe. Not my place to tell you, though. Ask him yourself, he's on his way back."
"He is?" KiBum eyes shot wide with excitement. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
LeeTeuk shrugged, turning away. "Anyway, ask him when he gets back. And HanKyung's making dinner, so be ready to eat in a little bit." KiBum said nothing as the leader made his way back out of the room; his mind was too focused on other things.
Just who did DongHae like, anyway?
As LeeTeuk had said, DongHae arrived moments later. KiBum was quick to give the man quite the greeting, complete with a hug and a pat on the back. Internally KiBum shameless admitted that LeeTeuk was right in that he really was more talkative around DongHae, but correcting this habit was the least of his worries.
"Noona iced it a bit and massaged it or something," DongHae explained rather poorly, but it was enough for KiBum. The latter then proceeded in informing DongHae that his fish had already been fed. "One small pinch, right?"
"Of course."
"You're the best, Kibummie!" The smells of Hankyung's cooking were quite strong now, and as a result their conversation took a sharp turn towards Hankyung's masterpiece. But even that conversation didn't last, not while KiBum had other thoughts plaguing his mind.
"Jung-soo-hyung says I don't talk to people much unless I'm around you. Is that true?"
Donghae laughed. "Ah... I guess so."
KiBum noted immediately that that had been his exact response to LeeTeuk.
"He also told me you like someone," KiBum added, deciding against telling him he'd read it on the book on the table instead. But now, as he thought about it, he really did wonder why a book holding such a secret was haphazardly placed on the table in the open.
To KiBum's surprise, DongHae barked in surprise. "He did?"
KiBum now felt slightly guitly, but he nodded anyway. "Hyung, you never told me you had your eye on someone, now!"
DongHae flushed and turned away. "Ah, Kibummie, it's...."
"He wouldn't tell me who you liked though," said KiBum, emphasizing the disappointment in his tone. "So Hae, what lucky girl's got your attention?" For whatever reason (KiBum didn't know), DongHae suddenly blanked. His eyes were wide, as if in realization, but before KiBum could ask what he'd said wrong DongHae stepped backwards slightly.
"Kibum-ah...."
"Sorry hyung," said KiBum quickly, trying to correct the error he knew nothing about. "I guess I was getting too carried away with my curiosity.
DongHae shook his head. "Ah, no, not that. I... have something to tell you." KiBum nodded, still trying to figure out what he'd done wrong. Had it been because he'd been too inquisitive? Had he been disrespectful towards his elder? Maybe....
When DongHae made no notion to continue, KiBum frowned. "Same thing from earlier?" KiBum asked. "Hyung, you know you can tell me."
"I... that girl...." DongHae shook his head violently. "Ah, Kibum-ah, I can't say it."
"Tell me. Please?" He searched the shorter boy's face carefully for signs or hints but found none. The only thing he knew was that DongHae meant serious business, unless the hesitance and seriousness etched on his face were all an act.
The air between them was certainly tense, and now it was killing KiBum that DongHae was holding back. "What's the worse that could happen?" he tried reasoning. "I won't judge you for who you like or anything. I'm sure whoever the lucky girl is, she's lucky to have your heart."
"That's just it," DongHae said quietly. "That girl... isn't...."
"DINNER'S READY!"
Even though Hankyung's dinner had been wonderful, KiBum certainly hated that man's timing. Now that the two were no longer talking about it, it proved incredibly difficult to get DongHae back on the subject. It only caused KiBum to become more frustrated at his hyung, as now not only did he not know DongHae's secret love interest but he also wasn't trustworthy in DongHae's eyes.
In order to wake up early enough for their schedules the next day, all of the Super Junior members had been placed under a 10pm curfew. Not that KiBum was actually planning on sleeping at that time (he'd consider himself lucky if he actually managed to pull that off), but at least the lights would be off by that time.
It was about half an hour until that curfew, currently. DongHae was hunched over his desk, no doubt writing in that notebook KiBum had discovered moments earlier. He still desperately wanted to know who that poem was for, even if he didn't know the girl personally. He wasn't even sure why he was so curious, but the notion of not knowing something settled uneasily with him.
Here and there, when KiBum tried to bring up their previous discussion again, he'd try to sneak another peak at the book. DongHae would always hide the book from his sight, which only made it more difficult for KiBum to keep wondering. And eventually, when only fifteen minutes were remaining, KiBum had the nerve to bring it up.
"Hyung, what's in the book?" DongHae immediately spun around, a look of surprise on his face. Obviously, the man didn't realize KiBum had seen the book.
"Ah, Kibummie... just pictures of aliens and fish, useless stuff... a little Mandarin."
"And hearts?"
"Y-you saw those?" DongHae sputtered, glancing back at the book on the table. "Y-yeah... and hearts."
KiBum sighed, turning away. He would have to tell DongHae about having seen the book; it was only fair. And then, maybe if he was lucky.... "I saw the book on your desk earlier today," KiBum admitted in a low tone.
DongHae made no reply, and instead he turned around and resumed writing in the mysterious notebook. A wave of guilt washed over KiBum, and immediately he found himself trying to apologize again. But DongHae acknowledged none of his apologies, and eventually KiBum gave up altogether.
Five minutes to curfew, KiBum reminded DongHae of the time. "And I'm sorry, really," he added.
Much to KiBum's surprise, DongHae answered him. "Kibum-ah, what did you read?"
KiBum gulped. "What did I read?"
"Yeah. What did you read?"
KiBum paused to think. "I... well, not much. I saw your little Mandarin-Korean-English translations, and then I stumbled upon the love poem you wrote. That's when I saw you were talking about a girl you liked, so I got curious."
"That's all?" DongHae asked, and KiBum could have sworn he heard not relief but disappointment in his tone.
"Yeah." DongHae sighed, returning to the book. KiBum closed his eyes; they were so close to being back on topic, and maybe... just maybe.... "Who do you like, Hae? What did you want to tell me earlier?"
The response he'd gotten was not at all what KiBum had expected, though. DongHae had acted almost instantly. He spun quickly on his chair, and as if having the practice the act before he picked up his notebook from the desk and flung it at KiBum. KiBum only had a fraction of a second to react before it hit him squarely in the chest.
"Read that," DongHae said quietly, getting up from his chair. "I guess you have four minutes before the lights go out. Wake me up if you need anything."
"Hyung..." but the older man was done talking. KiBum watched quietly as DongHae crawled into his bed on the other side of the room, and he did not tear his gaze until he'd thrown the blankets completely over his head.
KiBum was now hesitant to read the book now in his hands. He hadn't meant DongHae to get so worked up over the question, and he didn't even know why DongHae was making such an innocent question a big deal. But in the end KiBum could not sate his own curiosity, and with maybe about two minutes before the curfew KiBum flipped the book open to the poem.
It now had a title, it seemed. KiBum scanned it once more, noticing immediately how much more DongHae had added to it since KiBum had last saw it. It was only about halfway through, though, when KiBum realized it wasn't a poem at all.
"Hyung, you're composing a song?" But DongHae did not respond, so KiBum merely returned to reading. According to the song, DongHae had met a girl long ago, a girl who was always quiet and didn't seem to talk to anyone. He was intrigued, naturally, and by his outgoing nature he decided to befriend the girl. As time passed the two became very close, the girl had even begun to talk more, and DongHae began to feel like he could trust that girl with anything and everything.
But not this, said the following line, and from there the song took a bit of a twist. DongHae could not trust the girl with one piece of information. He could not tell her that he'd slowly and hopelessly begun to fall in love with the girl. But more importantly, DongHae wanted to love her but couldn't, because the girl was too busy thinking he liked someone else.
The rest of the song was his sorrow and frustration tied together poetically, and by the end KiBum was impressed with DongHae's song. He wondered to himself if the song had been based on a real-life situation, but before KiBum could really ask the unresponsive DongHae he caught a small note at the bottom of the page.
Kibum, it said, does this sound all right to you?
Do you really want to know who the girl I like is?
Would this song still sound all right?
What if the guy was someone you knew well?
Would this song still sound all right?
What if that guy was you?
Would this song still sound all right?
And before KiBum could really read anything else, the lights went off (followed by Heechul's laughter in the distance). He sat in silence, trying to take in what he'd just read. The girl was a guy, the guy was someone he knew well, that guy was....
Him.
He was the quiet guy DongHae had befriended years ago. He was the one who'd began to talk more. He was....
...the one DongHae liked.
...did he like him back?
KiBum didn't know. He never really gave liking another guy a thought. Especially towards the other Super Junior members, he saw them mostly as close brothers. But DongHae... closer than close...?
At the dance studio, wanting to assist DongHae.... Had that been...?
Waiting for DongHae to come home.... Had that been...?
Badly wanting to know who DongHae liked.... Had that been...?
Always apologizing for his mistakes with DongHae.... Had that been...?
Talking a lot more around him and being more open with him.... Had that been...?
KiBum sighed. DongHae meant something to him, that was a fact. If he rejected DongHae and if the man turned cold toward him, could KiBum really handle it? But then, should he accept just to keep DongHae close...?
No, that would be unfair.
...but then... what to do?
KiBum threw his fist at a nearby pillow. He was glad DongHae was asleep; he wouldn't see KiBum's anger this way. But why did he care about DongHae's feeling just as much as his own? Was the feelings for him more than brotherly...?
When Leeteuk had told him that observation earlier, he'd flushed hadn't he?
KiBum didn't know how to distinguish brotherly feelings from feelings of love, but they weren't that much different were they? The only way they differed was where they wanted to take the relationship between them....
I don't not like him, KiBum thought to himself. I just....
Just... what...?
KiBum sighed and stood up, walking over to DongHae's bed. The bed creaked beneath him as he sat upon its edge, and by the sounds of deep and relaxed breathing KiBum was certain DongHae had already fallen asleep. He really did look beautiful while sleeping though, even if the moonlight hadn't been reflecting itself onto his face. But he'd always been handsome, or at least KiBum had thought so....
"Ah Hae," KiBum said quietly, placing a hand on DongHae's side. "I... don't know what to say or how to feel. I don't not like you, but I... don't know. I'm not rejecting you, but I... don't know. I need time to think, so wait for me, all right?
"But I am sorry for making you go through so much. I wish you'd told me earlier. I know you don't like it when I apologize all the time, but... I don't like it when I do things that hurt you.
"Sorry, Hae." KiBum paused there. DongHae truly was asleep. KiBum had been hoping the other man was awake to hear him so that he wouldn't have to repeat it in the morning. Yet maybe by then, he would have sorted through his thoughts in order to prepare a more appropriate response.
He sighed, getting off the bed. With his right hand he brushed aside the strands of hair covering DongHae's forehead. Then, after another sigh, he bent down and kissed Donghae's forehead, whispering a quiet 'Mianhae' before straightening himself up once more.
He returned to his own bed and tucked himself under the covers. He didn't know what to think about DongHae's confession still, but the fact that he wasn't bothered by it had to mean something, right? DongHae was a close friend to him, and so long as he didn't leave....
He would let his subconscious deal with it all. Trusting that all would go well, he allowed himself to collapse into a world in which all mysteries were made clear.
And that night, he dreamed of DongHae.
(gets bricked for bad ending)
I ended it early because I still fail at overly romantic scenes. But it's now open ended, so feel free to let your mind fill in what follows. Comments and feedback are still nice!
J. Armstrong.
Friday, December 4, 2009
KiHae: Lottery (#1)
So this is my first KiHae oneshot/drabble/story thing (actually, this is my first SuJu fanfic ever). I'm doing this as part of an unofficial 100-word challenge, so don't hold anything against me if I don't make it to a hundred. =)
Basically, I fell in love with KiHae over the past week, and so I thought I'd have a shot at writing some! So this being said, feedback is especially encouraged! Let me know if I'm doing a good or bad job, if I've got characters portrayed nicely, etc.! (And sorry for the excessive exclamation points....)
Title: Lottery (#1)
Word Count: 1148
Rating: PG
Started/Finished: 12.04.09 / 12.04.09
Music Muse: Super Junior T, "There's No One Like Me"
Description: How hard is it to pick five winning numbers?
Today was just another one of those quirky days, or at least that was what KiBum was trying to convince himself. The day had started off normally, though, with an innocent trip to the grocery store. Upon arriving at the cashier KiBum realized he'd forgotten the squash Sungmin had asked for, and he quickly ran back to get it. But when he'd come back he found his hyung attempting to buy a lottery ticket, and by the looks of things it was almost as if DongHae had never bought a lottery ticket before in his life.
"Kibummie," began DongHae once he'd realized KiBum's presence, "help me pick some numbers! I can't think of any!"
KiBum sighed. "One, two, three, four, five. There."
"But those won't win you anything!" DongHae whined, turning back to the numbers before him. "I should probably pick thirteen, though... for good luck." Sighing, KiBum circumvented his companion and gave the squash to the person at the cashier, who didn't seem to mind DongHae's indecisiveness despite the people waiting in line behind them. Actually, KiBum was almost certain that the lady only didn't mind because she was too ecstatic over being in close proximity with two members of Super Junior, and that if they were any other customers she'd have told them to hurry their asses up already.
"I should choose ten and fifteen, too," said DongHae thoughtfully. This, of course, was in reference to his birthday, which the man made sure KiBum did not easily forget.
"Why are you buying a lottery ticket?" KiBum asked his friend. "You do well enough without winning the lottery, anyway."
"Because I've never bought one before," replied DongHae with a serious expression upon his face. "Come on, Kibum-ah, don't tell me you've never been the least bit curious about winning?"
"Mathematically, the odds are too small."
DongHae pouted. "Don't be such a spoilsport... and a genius."
"Nothing wrong with being intelligent and realistic," KiBum retorted. But DongHae had returned to his choosing of numbers. KiBum sighed; how hard could picking five numbers be, anyway? And he only needed two more; couldn't he just pick any two and be done with it?
When KiBum voiced these opinions to DongHae, his friend merely laughed. "Yeah, yeah, fine." The shorter boy chose two last random numbers before returning his gaze to the cashier lady. "That's all. And the squash. What's it come out to?"
It had taken the two of them half a minute to pay the lady for their goods, and another half a minute to get her to say "OHMYGOSH CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!" Now being slightly annoyed that their excursion to the grocery had taken longer than anticipated, KiBum more or less dragged his friend back to their dorms, not once allowing DongHae any time to stop or rest.
"Never again," KiBum muttered under his breath over and over again. "Embarrassment and making other people wait to pay their stuff is not worth a stupid lottery ticket."
"You won't call it stupid when I win the lottery tomorrow!" DongHae yelled from several paces behind.
"You won't win, though," said KiBum.
"You have no faith in me?"
"No," was KiBum's reply, but instantly he regretted it. The arm in his hand suddenly grew resistant, and as the arm was released from his grasp KiBum spun on the spot. His eyes immediately latched upon the hurt expression on DongHae's face, and in an instant he had felt a pang of regret and sorrow, as if he'd just kicked a puppy.
"Ah, hyung, I didn't mean it like that." KiBum attempted a smile, but DongHae gave none in return. Instead the shorter boy strode past KiBum, making the rest of the walk back to the dorms alone. KiBum watched momentarily, but within seconds he found himself jogging after his friend in an effort to catch up and make up.
"I meant your numbers, hyung, not you. Come on, I didn't mean it?" KiBum reached for DongHae's shoulder and turned him around so that they were face to face. "I'm sorry...?"
The expression that was now on DongHae's face, however, was unexpected. "So you think I'll win the lottery tomorrow?" DongHae asked excitedly, positively beaming. But hadn't he been moping seconds before...?
"I thought I told you no?"
Another pout. "Ah, Kibummie, don't tell me you doubt my awesome number-choosing abilities?"
"You picked them randomly!"
"Did not!" DongHae yelled defensively, reaching for the receipt and stuffing it in KiBum's hand. "These numbers will win, just you wait!" And without really saying much else, DongHae took the bag of groceries from KiBum and practically skipped into their building.
KiBum made a notion to follow him inside, but he couldn't help but to wonder what numbers he'd chosen. Rolling his eyes and not expecting much, KiBum unfolded the receipt. Towards the bottom were the numbers DongHae had chosen, and upon reading them his eyes widened in surprise.
(gets bricked for bad ending)
My first KiHae oneshot/drabble, so please tell me how I did! I'm aiming for friendship/impliedromance before actual romance, but I promise one day I'll deliver something better =)
Basically, I fell in love with KiHae over the past week, and so I thought I'd have a shot at writing some! So this being said, feedback is especially encouraged! Let me know if I'm doing a good or bad job, if I've got characters portrayed nicely, etc.! (And sorry for the excessive exclamation points....)
Title: Lottery (#1)
Word Count: 1148
Rating: PG
Started/Finished: 12.04.09 / 12.04.09
Music Muse: Super Junior T, "There's No One Like Me"
Description: How hard is it to pick five winning numbers?
Lottery
He always knew Lee DongHae was quirky. It didn't take long to discover this, either; after several years together in Super Junior, Kim KiBum could not describe a man who obsessed with fish and aliens as anything other than quirky. But KiBum certainly did not mind, and he chose to instead see it as nothing more than a little flair to DongHae's personality.Today was just another one of those quirky days, or at least that was what KiBum was trying to convince himself. The day had started off normally, though, with an innocent trip to the grocery store. Upon arriving at the cashier KiBum realized he'd forgotten the squash Sungmin had asked for, and he quickly ran back to get it. But when he'd come back he found his hyung attempting to buy a lottery ticket, and by the looks of things it was almost as if DongHae had never bought a lottery ticket before in his life.
"Kibummie," began DongHae once he'd realized KiBum's presence, "help me pick some numbers! I can't think of any!"
KiBum sighed. "One, two, three, four, five. There."
"But those won't win you anything!" DongHae whined, turning back to the numbers before him. "I should probably pick thirteen, though... for good luck." Sighing, KiBum circumvented his companion and gave the squash to the person at the cashier, who didn't seem to mind DongHae's indecisiveness despite the people waiting in line behind them. Actually, KiBum was almost certain that the lady only didn't mind because she was too ecstatic over being in close proximity with two members of Super Junior, and that if they were any other customers she'd have told them to hurry their asses up already.
"I should choose ten and fifteen, too," said DongHae thoughtfully. This, of course, was in reference to his birthday, which the man made sure KiBum did not easily forget.
"Why are you buying a lottery ticket?" KiBum asked his friend. "You do well enough without winning the lottery, anyway."
"Because I've never bought one before," replied DongHae with a serious expression upon his face. "Come on, Kibum-ah, don't tell me you've never been the least bit curious about winning?"
"Mathematically, the odds are too small."
DongHae pouted. "Don't be such a spoilsport... and a genius."
"Nothing wrong with being intelligent and realistic," KiBum retorted. But DongHae had returned to his choosing of numbers. KiBum sighed; how hard could picking five numbers be, anyway? And he only needed two more; couldn't he just pick any two and be done with it?
When KiBum voiced these opinions to DongHae, his friend merely laughed. "Yeah, yeah, fine." The shorter boy chose two last random numbers before returning his gaze to the cashier lady. "That's all. And the squash. What's it come out to?"
It had taken the two of them half a minute to pay the lady for their goods, and another half a minute to get her to say "OHMYGOSH CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!" Now being slightly annoyed that their excursion to the grocery had taken longer than anticipated, KiBum more or less dragged his friend back to their dorms, not once allowing DongHae any time to stop or rest.
"Never again," KiBum muttered under his breath over and over again. "Embarrassment and making other people wait to pay their stuff is not worth a stupid lottery ticket."
"You won't call it stupid when I win the lottery tomorrow!" DongHae yelled from several paces behind.
"You won't win, though," said KiBum.
"You have no faith in me?"
"No," was KiBum's reply, but instantly he regretted it. The arm in his hand suddenly grew resistant, and as the arm was released from his grasp KiBum spun on the spot. His eyes immediately latched upon the hurt expression on DongHae's face, and in an instant he had felt a pang of regret and sorrow, as if he'd just kicked a puppy.
"Ah, hyung, I didn't mean it like that." KiBum attempted a smile, but DongHae gave none in return. Instead the shorter boy strode past KiBum, making the rest of the walk back to the dorms alone. KiBum watched momentarily, but within seconds he found himself jogging after his friend in an effort to catch up and make up.
"I meant your numbers, hyung, not you. Come on, I didn't mean it?" KiBum reached for DongHae's shoulder and turned him around so that they were face to face. "I'm sorry...?"
The expression that was now on DongHae's face, however, was unexpected. "So you think I'll win the lottery tomorrow?" DongHae asked excitedly, positively beaming. But hadn't he been moping seconds before...?
"I thought I told you no?"
Another pout. "Ah, Kibummie, don't tell me you doubt my awesome number-choosing abilities?"
"You picked them randomly!"
"Did not!" DongHae yelled defensively, reaching for the receipt and stuffing it in KiBum's hand. "These numbers will win, just you wait!" And without really saying much else, DongHae took the bag of groceries from KiBum and practically skipped into their building.
KiBum made a notion to follow him inside, but he couldn't help but to wonder what numbers he'd chosen. Rolling his eyes and not expecting much, KiBum unfolded the receipt. Towards the bottom were the numbers DongHae had chosen, and upon reading them his eyes widened in surprise.
8 10 13 15 21
KiHae: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16]
(SuJu Archive)
Kibum could only stare. A coincidence? No, DongHae knew him well enough. But... why?
13 - The thirteen members of Super Junior, without counting the two belonging to Super Junior M.
15 - The fifteen members that comprised Super Junior's four subgroups. Or maybe just the day DongHae was born.
10 - For October, the month DongHae was born on.
But eight and twenty-one, perhaps what had surprised him the most....
...his birthday?
"Just a coincidence," KiBum found himself saying to no one in particular. "He picked them too fast to mean anything by it... yeah, that's it."
He convinced himself of this fact and blamed the coincidence on DongHae's never ceasing quirkiness. And, as the man had predicted, DongHae did not win the lottery that day. At the least, KiBum was relieved that coincidence did not run too far ahead of itself, but just in case KiBum vowed to never let DongHae buy another lottery ticket again.
In the back of his mind, KiBum really did wonder if DongHae had chosen his birth date intentionally. But thinking about it only hurt him on the inside, and as wishful thoughts resulting from merely looking at his hyung already hurt him enough, he was certain that asking DongHae about it was not worth it.
But while the hassle certainly was not worth the ticket (and nor were the awkward moments that had ensued), KiBum could not deny that the extra time spent alone with DongHae was, in fact, worth a losing lottery ticket.
And that, alone, was enough.
END13 - The thirteen members of Super Junior, without counting the two belonging to Super Junior M.
15 - The fifteen members that comprised Super Junior's four subgroups. Or maybe just the day DongHae was born.
10 - For October, the month DongHae was born on.
But eight and twenty-one, perhaps what had surprised him the most....
...his birthday?
"Just a coincidence," KiBum found himself saying to no one in particular. "He picked them too fast to mean anything by it... yeah, that's it."
He convinced himself of this fact and blamed the coincidence on DongHae's never ceasing quirkiness. And, as the man had predicted, DongHae did not win the lottery that day. At the least, KiBum was relieved that coincidence did not run too far ahead of itself, but just in case KiBum vowed to never let DongHae buy another lottery ticket again.
In the back of his mind, KiBum really did wonder if DongHae had chosen his birth date intentionally. But thinking about it only hurt him on the inside, and as wishful thoughts resulting from merely looking at his hyung already hurt him enough, he was certain that asking DongHae about it was not worth it.
But while the hassle certainly was not worth the ticket (and nor were the awkward moments that had ensued), KiBum could not deny that the extra time spent alone with DongHae was, in fact, worth a losing lottery ticket.
And that, alone, was enough.
KiHae: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16]
(SuJu Archive)
My first KiHae oneshot/drabble, so please tell me how I did! I'm aiming for friendship/impliedromance before actual romance, but I promise one day I'll deliver something better =)
Sticky: First Post!
As the title suggests: First post!
A few links to get us started:
My current original fiction project, Out of Proportion, can be found here.
My most successful fan-fiction project, Where No Leaf Blooms, can be found here.
My side project, Tales of Heroism, can be found here.
To the left are links that lead to my archives on other sites.
I hope you stick around to read my newer writings!
J. Armstrong.
A few links to get us started:
My current original fiction project, Out of Proportion, can be found here.
My most successful fan-fiction project, Where No Leaf Blooms, can be found here.
My side project, Tales of Heroism, can be found here.
To the left are links that lead to my archives on other sites.
I hope you stick around to read my newer writings!
J. Armstrong.
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