[Fanfic] Of Kyuhyun and Hyukjae (1/2)
Kyuhyun’s always belong to this family. Since the day he was brought out into this world, he has a mother, a father, and an elder sister. Neither Kyuhyun complains, nor does he want a change. He thinks that what he has now is good enough. Although there are minor flaws of his family members like being too over exaggerating on insignificant things, too relying on the youngest in the household and the parents just love to creep on their son too much. He never complains.
“Kyuhyun-ah.” Once.
“Kyuhyun-ahhh~!” Twice, volume increases by one point five times.
“KYU - !” The wanted manages to stop the last call, most probably which he thinks he might get into more trouble if he continues to ignore his parent.
“Yes?” He pops half, or maybe a third of his body across this invisible line which separates his room and the corridor.
“Kyuhyun-ah,” His mum pauses, and the corner of her eyes curves up towards her brows. “Tomorrow,”
“Weekends.” Kyuhyun hopes that this magical word could deter his mother’s intentional speech.
“That’s why~”
“No way.” Attempting to close the door, Kyuhyun fails when his mum slips her foot into that confined hole.
“Hurt your mum, or let me in, you rascal.”
Kyuhyun straightens his back and sighs. He releases the door knob and turns to get himself seated on the mini-couch. His mum pushes the door with a grin, speeds herself with minimal actions needed and sits beside Kyuhyun.
“Okay Kyu, what I wanted to say is very simple, understandable, and brief.” She pauses. “Just, don’t go anywhere tomorrow.” She smiles, and pats her boy’s head.
Kyuhyun inhales, prepares to speak.
“Don’t ask why - we will not be at home tomorrow. And tomorrow is going to be fun, for you.” Smile’s still hanging, head-patting changes to cheek-pinching. “Goodnight and sleep tight.”
His mum leaves with this typical scene whereby she pops half a body back into the room and warns him once again “not to go anywhere, got it”. Kyuhyun thinks that it’s absurd, because she does not have to go to such extent for little things like this. Well, this is not uncommon, so he’s not surprised. Sometimes he doesn’t get why his family members couldn’t be more normal like him. He sighs once more, turns off his laptop, and crashes his face towards his pillow.
Kyuhyun finds himself alone on the following day. Birds’ chirping as the background music and scene one take one is whereby the protagonist stares at the dining table, breakfast evidently looking rush-made and a note with a incomprehensible level three handwriting on it. He reads it several times - in fact he has lost count on how many times he had re-read it. Birds are still chirping, and he hopes this scene does have a NG.
The doorbell rings.
Once.
The doorbell rings.
Twice.
The door -
Kyuhyun places the note back to its original place and makes a few steps towards the door. He twists the knob and looks forward, just straight forward.
A prank?
“Hey.” He feels a consistent tug on his shirt. He looks down. Apparently, he’s a kid. With a cap, monkey prints on it, a backpack almost as big, or rather, as tiny as his waist, and wearing stuff that is pretty much casual.
“Yes? Your ball did not land in my backyard. It did not.”
“That’s not it…” Tugging has stopped, but hand is still grabbing the cloth. “Ahjumma said I could come today.”
“Ahjumma?”
“……the ahjumma who has a son that plays Starcraft.”
“C’mon, kid. There are many ahjummas out there has a son who plays Starcraft. I’ve known them all over the net.” Kyuhyun squats down and stares into the kid’s eyes.
“The ahjumma who has a son named Cho Kyu Hyun.”
Kyuhyun snorts a laugh and continues. “C’mon kid, there are many ahjummas out there has a son who’s named Cho Kyu - Wait, what’d ya’ just say? ”
“Cho Kyuhyun.”
“That’s hyung for you, kid.” He pokes and pinches the cherry cheeks of the latter.
“Cho Kyuhyung-hyung.”
“Tsk tsk tsk.” He made a no-no sign using his index finger. “Repeat this: Kyuhyun-hyung.”
“Kyuhyung-hyung.”
Kyuhyun collapses and looks up to the ceiling.
“What’s your name?”
“Hyukjae, Lee Hyukjae.”
“Alright, come on in.” Kyuhyun stands and walks back after he asks the boy to close the door.
“Kyuhyung-hyung.”
Being irritated a little, he turns back and responds.
“Why’d you let me in?”
“Mum left me a note. Alright, maybe I’m just that ahjumma’s son who plays Starcraft and is named Cho Kyuhyun. Anyway, my house is everything boring - except Starcraft. Do what you want but try not to damage anything because it’ll turn out to be a disaster when ahjumma comes back, got it?” Leaving Hyukjae digesting his words, he grabs his breakfast and proceeds to his room.
The elder, perhaps the eldest for now, more or less spends a third of his day in his room - obviously playing Starcraft or surfing the net (but priority still goes to Starcraft). He finally gets himself out of the confined cavern of drabness. It’s still daylight, but his room is almost dark for 24/7.
He walks towards the stairs and tries to hunt for that kid. He isn’t in the living hall watching television programmes, isn’t in the kitchen searching for tidbits to munch on, isn’t in any of the rooms, isn’t anywhere.
“Hyuk…jae?” Kyuhyun calls out, a little bit unaware if he’s called the wrong name. “Hyukjae…” He calls out once more, more confidently after calling out the first time. He self-assures that he’s got the name right.
“Hyuk - ”
“Kyuhyung-hyung!” A voice vaguely travels into Kyuhyun’s ears. He turns around and presumes it’s from the backyard.
“Kyuhyung-hyung!” The same volume of voice is released again.
Kyuhyun slides the unlocked glass pane and steps out to the backyard.
“Kyuhyung-hyung!” Third time he’s been calling this consecutively. Kyuhyun is getting impatient.
“It’s alright just stay to Kyuhyun will do.” The older sighs.
“Hyung, look!” Hyukjae ignores Kyuhyun’s request and made himself comfortable with just ‘hyung’. “There are lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of marbles in the storeroom.”
“Ah, those were mine… I mean they are mine…”
“Pretty cool huh, if you allow the sunlight passes through it, it’ll become reeeeeeeally pretty.” Hyukjae smiles his gums out. “I wonder will it ever stop shining.”
“Anyway…” Kyuhyun changes the topic. He could tell Hyukjae is listening although his eyes are still focusing on the marbles. “What time do you have to go home?”
“Home?” Hyukjae looks up, straight to Kyuhyun’s direction. “I’m not going.”
Silence.
-
“Hey! W-wait! I’m not going home. Not. Going. Home!” Poor boy’s screaming, hopes that the message gets through to Kyuhyun while arms hugging something stable within Kyuhyun’s home. “Ahjumma said I could stay here.”
“Don’t you ever use ahjumma. Ahjumma did not mention something about you staying over, got it?”
“But did she mention something about me going home?”
God, this kid is witty.
“No…”
“You see…”
“But you’re not staying here.”
“Bring me to the police, then.” The little boy hugs his backpack and pouts a little.
Kyuhyun remains silent. He hates troublesome stuff that’s non-cyber-related. He’s always hated it, not that he’s lazy but he just hates it.
“Fine. Sleep in noona’s room tonight.” Kyuhyun starts to move back to his room. “Since they won’t be coming back until Monday.”
The kid says nothing, Kyuhyun sighs silently and the door’s shut.
-
Sunday’s pretty much the same as the day before. Breakfast’s equally rush-made because Kyuhyun claims that he has a bad relationship with the kitchen since young - once he had scalded his fingers because he wanted to steal some cookies from the oven, another time was when he was standing on a few stacked stools to get himself the marvelous hot cocoa powder but he failed when he slipped and fell. Nothing has gone well for Kyuhyun when the kitchen is concerned.
“Hyung…”
“Don’t complain.”
The kid obeys and picks up the cutlery and starts to dig it. Both of them had their breakfast together on the dining table.
“So, are you going back today?”
“Nope.”
“Then when?!”
“When I feels like it.”
“You’re not serious, are you?”
“Nope.” Hyukjae jumps out of the chair and places the used utensils and plates in the sink. He runs out to the backyard, probably making himself busy with marbles again.
Kyuhyun couldn’t do anything but sighs. He washes up everything and glances out the backyard before goes up the stairs. He thought he was kind of independent.
-
The heavy pour which occurs three hours later proves Kyuhyun’s mistake in judging a kid too quickly. Apparently Hyukjae is afraid of lightning and thunder. He sits beside Kyuhyun on the mini couch while watching his hyung playing Starcraft. Kyuhyun doesn’t know until he feels a few more tugs on his sleeve. The tug tightens whenever a thunder strikes and he burrows himself in the hole which is made by the couch and Kyuhyun’s back.
Kyuhyun remains silent.
The boy seems settled down after half an hour. Little did both of them know that the real disaster starts after nine.
“Yah, go to bed now.”
“N-no…”
“Why not?”
The thunder roars, and Hyukjae squeezes Kyuhyun’s sleeve even tighter. His shirt’s almost crumpled everywhere.
“I’m s-scared…” He jumps a little when the thunder cracks once more.
Kyuhyun slants his eyes diagonally down to the boy. He sighs and offers him that he could sleep with him tonight. Hyukjae refuses to go to bed alone, so he sleeps on Kyuhyun’s lap on the couch, Kyuhyun’s still clicking on the mouse with his laptop on the armrest.
Kyuhyun finishes his last game and looks at the clock on his desktop. A quarter past two - great, he will be late for school, probably. He closes his laptop and holds the sleeping Hyukjae’s neck carefully. He places his head on the cushion while he tries to stand on the ground, carries him in a bridal style and shifts him to his bed. Covers until Hyukjae’s neck, he slips in and falls asleep rather quickly.
-
“yun… hyun… Kyuhyun… Kyuhyun!” His eyes managed to twitch when somebody sends a few slaps onto his face.
“N-noona?”
“You’re gonna be late.”
Kyuhyun sits up and rubs his eyes. He looks around him and stares the space beside him.
“Hyukkie has gone to school.” Ara leaves with the door opened.
“Hyukkie… huh…”
♥ I hope I can make it before Hyuk's birthday ends. Shitty plot, but comments are still loved<3