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Title: The Bore
Rating: I'm so horrible at rating things. I'm going to go with Teen teetering on the edge of NC-17 because there's always the chance that someone will have sex that I just don't know about yet.
Summary: You know that guy who sits in class and actually listens? That guy who sits at lunch and actually eats? That guy who rarely talks to anyone and is basically a social outcast? Yeah, that's Kibum, and he bugs Shindong to no end because of this.
Pairing: Oh, dare I say it...? I do...I do...! Shinbum! AHHH. And there's Kangteuk and SiChul and Jaeho and KRY threesome+fickle!Sungmin in the background because I'm in a weird mood.
Warnings: The dreaded high school AU because it's just so darned fun to do. And yes, I did just use the word darned.
A/N: There is no plan for this story and there is no thinking behind it, so you're best off just accepting things as they are instead of psychoanalyzing any of it. And my writing style for sentence structure is kind of weird because I wrote this while half-asleep. Oh and yes, this is a chaptered fic.
***
Shindong was probably one of the most popular kids in school, if not the most.
Sure, he knew he wasn’t the smartest guy or the biggest jock and he was definitely not the most handsome guy at school, since people like Jaejoong and Yunho and, hell, their whole little group (that had been dubbed TVXQ by some unknown soul and then had just caught on) was pretty good looking and completely outshined his own looks. He was probably popular, he speculated, because he was funny and charismatic and could make you smile and at least giggle no matter how bad of a day you were having. Plus, the fact that he had known most of his classmates since preschool helped a bit.
And, let’s face it, he often told the cheerleader squad captain BoA, who had lived down the street from him and been his playmate since she use to wear her hair in little lopsided ponytails on each side of her head and still wrote her name down as ‘Boa’ instead of ‘BoA’, when she got huffy and mad that Shindong had the ability to outshine her at times, being a good time to have around would be more popular more consistently than being a pretty face with an unreachable status for most others. (BoA tended to pout and say that she had a good personality and wasn’t JUST a pretty face and then Shindong would point out that most people didn’t know her well enough to know anything else about her other than a pretty face.)
Basically, Shindong was use to being an instigator and having everyone else follow for the ride, laughing, chuckling and adding their own two cents along the way. So when he finally became aware of the weird little guy with black rimmed plastic glasses who sat in the corner next to the window while organizing his binder and books and notebooks for the class that wasn’t due to start for a whole other three minutes, he immediately wanted to make his mark on this newcomer.
First order of business though: sniff out the new meat and learn a little about him.
- - -
“You know that guy in our Calculus class?” Shindong asked casually while stabbing curiously at his lunch on the tray in front of him. He wasn’t sure if the cafeteria workers were just feeling a bit creative with the food appearance or if the curried chicken on rice had just gone horribly wrong sometime between being made and being served.
BoA opened her bagged lunch triumphantly, sparing Shindong’s lunch a sympathetic glance. “Yeah, I happen to know that one guy you’re ambiguously talking about out of all the guys in our class.” She said sarcastically and rolling her eyes as she split her chopsticks.
Shindong didn’t think the sarcasm was needed and decided to direct the question towards someone else who could appreciate his vagueness. His eyes roamed the table shiftily as he contemplated who was sane enough to answer properly. Well, he then reminded himself, it wasn’t the question of who was sane but more of a question of who was the least crazy.
Kyuhyun, the sophomore who was practically like all of their little brother instead of another little eccentric and overly proud sophomore, (and really obnoxious to boot because they’re proud to no longer be a freshmen, but Shindong was really sure that everyone had to go through that stage of the terrible sophomore disease and was just counting the days till viral infection took over Kyuhyun’s brain and apparently he was the only one prepared for this slight D Day, so he had to take extra precautions for everybody else as well) was usually the one to turn to if he wasn’t sitting near Yehsung or Ryeowook. Or even Sungmin, when Sungmin was having a good day and not being mad at the other three. Actually, Shindong realized that Kyuhyun was also well out of his mind when Sungmin was having a bad day as well, so it didn’t really matter either way.
But, unfortunately, today Kyuhyun was sitting next to Yehsung AND Ryeowook and now Sungmin, whose mood was still unknown but not for long because Sungmin always made how he felt abundantly clear in a matter of seconds, had just sat down across from those three, so Kyuhyun wasn’t going to be any help. Next on his non-crazies-but-really-only-it’s-more-of-a-not-crazy-more-often-than-anyone-else-thing-rather-than-not-crazy-in-general list was…well, himself. And that wasn’t going to work out.
So he went for a new plan: Operation Ask Louder and See Who Will Respond and Then Work from There. “Who’s that guy in our Calculus class?”
Sungmin leaned over the table and deliberately knocked over Kyuhyun’s milk, which splashed onto Yehsung’s pants. Ah, Sungmin was mad today. “Don’t you know everybody and their dog, though?” He questioned, sitting back down as though his previous actions were completely normal. Kyuhyun sighed and Ryeowook picked up a napkin to dab the liquid out of Yehsung’s pants, who had just kept eating despite his now wet lap.
Shindong figured it was, despite the lack of information, indeed a start and shrugged, “Not this guy. He must be new or something, because I saw him today sitting near the window. Looks a little dorky, actually.”
Eeteuk snapped his fingers and nodded. “Oh, you’re talking about Kim Kibum, right? He’s kind of new…though he’s been here for almost a month now.”
“The little guy must be really good at blending in if you’ve just now noticed him. Either that, or he was running the other way whenever he saw you, Shindong!” Kangin laughed out while wrapping a possessive arm around Eeteuk’s waist and giving Shindong a ‘back off, he’s mine so stop staring and eat your lunch’ glare.
Shindong blamed the stare on shock and went by unaffected by the glare, “A month? Seriously, and I don’t know him?”
“Getting a little cocky there, huh big shot?” BoA added, apparently enjoying Shindong’s astonishment, “Not everyone has to go through you to attend this school, you know.”
Shindong figured ignoring BoA’s remarks instead of attempting to respond would be his best course of action. BoA wasn’t someone he could win an argument against easily and he wasn’t very fond of losing in anything. “So, Kibum? That’s his name? And he moved here a month ago?” He asked Eeteuk, seeing as the other boy seemed to know what was going on. Shindong guessed that the knowledge came from being a class representative or something.
Eeteuk shrugged and picked up his fork, picking at his salad that Shindong would like to know where he got it from in the school cafeteria. The cafeteria daily menu never included a fresh salad with a plate of crotons on the side, yet Eeteuk had never failed to find this meal every day, telling Shindong that he just had to ask nicely and the lunch ladies would oblige. This was purely a lie, because he had tried being nice and asking politely once but had only gotten a cackle and a “What the hell are you smoking in the bathrooms, boy?” and then a plate of something greasy and unidentifiable. Truthfully, Shindong suspected Eeteuk of unfaithfulness to Kangin due to a fetish for hairnets and that this was the real source of these mysterious salads, but he still was short on sufficient evidence to convince anyone else otherwise.
“I don’t really know that much,” Eeteuk said, rolling a tomato around the plate, “Other than that Kibum moved here and enrolled in our school. They didn’t tell me from where or why he transferred and Kibum didn’t talk to me unless he had to when I showed him the tour of the school. He’s pretty antisocial, and that’s all I know.”
Shindong nodded, satisfied, and snatched the tomato to eat himself. So he now had a little background knowledge on this Kim Kibum and he happened to learn the other boy’s name out of it, which basically made up for the lack of any other information. This would be a piece of cake, he thought.
Ryeowook then screamed rather loudly and unmanly-like and yelled something about his shirt and how soy sauce was not fun to wear and then Sungmin was tackled by a very nonchalant Yehsung. Shindong’s thoughts of breaking up a potentially very girly slap fight that could have possibly erupted at this moment were stopped when Yehsung licked Sungmin’s nose and simply said, “Behave or else.”
Sungmin behaved and Shindong ran off to find Kim Kibum. He was on a mission and didn’t have time for their weirdness.
- - -
Shindong promptly found out that when people ate their lunches up on the school roof and only stared at you like a dead fish in the super market freezer would as you introduce yourself and try to joke and be friendly, they tend to act like brick walls. So why he was so surprised when Kim Kibum said, “I’m not interested. Go away.” He wasn’t really sure himself.
All he knew was that Kim Kibum was a challenge that refused to laugh or at least smile at Shindong doing what he did best and that, if he was going to be himself and stay true to the Shindong way, that’d have to change at some point during the year.
Rating: I'm so horrible at rating things. I'm going to go with Teen teetering on the edge of NC-17 because there's always the chance that someone will have sex that I just don't know about yet.
Summary: You know that guy who sits in class and actually listens? That guy who sits at lunch and actually eats? That guy who rarely talks to anyone and is basically a social outcast? Yeah, that's Kibum, and he bugs Shindong to no end because of this.
Pairing: Oh, dare I say it...? I do...I do...! Shinbum! AHHH. And there's Kangteuk and SiChul and Jaeho and KRY threesome+fickle!Sungmin in the background because I'm in a weird mood.
Warnings: The dreaded high school AU because it's just so darned fun to do. And yes, I did just use the word darned.
A/N: There is no plan for this story and there is no thinking behind it, so you're best off just accepting things as they are instead of psychoanalyzing any of it. And my writing style for sentence structure is kind of weird because I wrote this while half-asleep. Oh and yes, this is a chaptered fic.
***
Shindong was probably one of the most popular kids in school, if not the most.
Sure, he knew he wasn’t the smartest guy or the biggest jock and he was definitely not the most handsome guy at school, since people like Jaejoong and Yunho and, hell, their whole little group (that had been dubbed TVXQ by some unknown soul and then had just caught on) was pretty good looking and completely outshined his own looks. He was probably popular, he speculated, because he was funny and charismatic and could make you smile and at least giggle no matter how bad of a day you were having. Plus, the fact that he had known most of his classmates since preschool helped a bit.
And, let’s face it, he often told the cheerleader squad captain BoA, who had lived down the street from him and been his playmate since she use to wear her hair in little lopsided ponytails on each side of her head and still wrote her name down as ‘Boa’ instead of ‘BoA’, when she got huffy and mad that Shindong had the ability to outshine her at times, being a good time to have around would be more popular more consistently than being a pretty face with an unreachable status for most others. (BoA tended to pout and say that she had a good personality and wasn’t JUST a pretty face and then Shindong would point out that most people didn’t know her well enough to know anything else about her other than a pretty face.)
Basically, Shindong was use to being an instigator and having everyone else follow for the ride, laughing, chuckling and adding their own two cents along the way. So when he finally became aware of the weird little guy with black rimmed plastic glasses who sat in the corner next to the window while organizing his binder and books and notebooks for the class that wasn’t due to start for a whole other three minutes, he immediately wanted to make his mark on this newcomer.
First order of business though: sniff out the new meat and learn a little about him.
- - -
“You know that guy in our Calculus class?” Shindong asked casually while stabbing curiously at his lunch on the tray in front of him. He wasn’t sure if the cafeteria workers were just feeling a bit creative with the food appearance or if the curried chicken on rice had just gone horribly wrong sometime between being made and being served.
BoA opened her bagged lunch triumphantly, sparing Shindong’s lunch a sympathetic glance. “Yeah, I happen to know that one guy you’re ambiguously talking about out of all the guys in our class.” She said sarcastically and rolling her eyes as she split her chopsticks.
Shindong didn’t think the sarcasm was needed and decided to direct the question towards someone else who could appreciate his vagueness. His eyes roamed the table shiftily as he contemplated who was sane enough to answer properly. Well, he then reminded himself, it wasn’t the question of who was sane but more of a question of who was the least crazy.
Kyuhyun, the sophomore who was practically like all of their little brother instead of another little eccentric and overly proud sophomore, (and really obnoxious to boot because they’re proud to no longer be a freshmen, but Shindong was really sure that everyone had to go through that stage of the terrible sophomore disease and was just counting the days till viral infection took over Kyuhyun’s brain and apparently he was the only one prepared for this slight D Day, so he had to take extra precautions for everybody else as well) was usually the one to turn to if he wasn’t sitting near Yehsung or Ryeowook. Or even Sungmin, when Sungmin was having a good day and not being mad at the other three. Actually, Shindong realized that Kyuhyun was also well out of his mind when Sungmin was having a bad day as well, so it didn’t really matter either way.
But, unfortunately, today Kyuhyun was sitting next to Yehsung AND Ryeowook and now Sungmin, whose mood was still unknown but not for long because Sungmin always made how he felt abundantly clear in a matter of seconds, had just sat down across from those three, so Kyuhyun wasn’t going to be any help. Next on his non-crazies-but-really-only-it’s-more-of-a-not-crazy-more-often-than-anyone-else-thing-rather-than-not-crazy-in-general list was…well, himself. And that wasn’t going to work out.
So he went for a new plan: Operation Ask Louder and See Who Will Respond and Then Work from There. “Who’s that guy in our Calculus class?”
Sungmin leaned over the table and deliberately knocked over Kyuhyun’s milk, which splashed onto Yehsung’s pants. Ah, Sungmin was mad today. “Don’t you know everybody and their dog, though?” He questioned, sitting back down as though his previous actions were completely normal. Kyuhyun sighed and Ryeowook picked up a napkin to dab the liquid out of Yehsung’s pants, who had just kept eating despite his now wet lap.
Shindong figured it was, despite the lack of information, indeed a start and shrugged, “Not this guy. He must be new or something, because I saw him today sitting near the window. Looks a little dorky, actually.”
Eeteuk snapped his fingers and nodded. “Oh, you’re talking about Kim Kibum, right? He’s kind of new…though he’s been here for almost a month now.”
“The little guy must be really good at blending in if you’ve just now noticed him. Either that, or he was running the other way whenever he saw you, Shindong!” Kangin laughed out while wrapping a possessive arm around Eeteuk’s waist and giving Shindong a ‘back off, he’s mine so stop staring and eat your lunch’ glare.
Shindong blamed the stare on shock and went by unaffected by the glare, “A month? Seriously, and I don’t know him?”
“Getting a little cocky there, huh big shot?” BoA added, apparently enjoying Shindong’s astonishment, “Not everyone has to go through you to attend this school, you know.”
Shindong figured ignoring BoA’s remarks instead of attempting to respond would be his best course of action. BoA wasn’t someone he could win an argument against easily and he wasn’t very fond of losing in anything. “So, Kibum? That’s his name? And he moved here a month ago?” He asked Eeteuk, seeing as the other boy seemed to know what was going on. Shindong guessed that the knowledge came from being a class representative or something.
Eeteuk shrugged and picked up his fork, picking at his salad that Shindong would like to know where he got it from in the school cafeteria. The cafeteria daily menu never included a fresh salad with a plate of crotons on the side, yet Eeteuk had never failed to find this meal every day, telling Shindong that he just had to ask nicely and the lunch ladies would oblige. This was purely a lie, because he had tried being nice and asking politely once but had only gotten a cackle and a “What the hell are you smoking in the bathrooms, boy?” and then a plate of something greasy and unidentifiable. Truthfully, Shindong suspected Eeteuk of unfaithfulness to Kangin due to a fetish for hairnets and that this was the real source of these mysterious salads, but he still was short on sufficient evidence to convince anyone else otherwise.
“I don’t really know that much,” Eeteuk said, rolling a tomato around the plate, “Other than that Kibum moved here and enrolled in our school. They didn’t tell me from where or why he transferred and Kibum didn’t talk to me unless he had to when I showed him the tour of the school. He’s pretty antisocial, and that’s all I know.”
Shindong nodded, satisfied, and snatched the tomato to eat himself. So he now had a little background knowledge on this Kim Kibum and he happened to learn the other boy’s name out of it, which basically made up for the lack of any other information. This would be a piece of cake, he thought.
Ryeowook then screamed rather loudly and unmanly-like and yelled something about his shirt and how soy sauce was not fun to wear and then Sungmin was tackled by a very nonchalant Yehsung. Shindong’s thoughts of breaking up a potentially very girly slap fight that could have possibly erupted at this moment were stopped when Yehsung licked Sungmin’s nose and simply said, “Behave or else.”
Sungmin behaved and Shindong ran off to find Kim Kibum. He was on a mission and didn’t have time for their weirdness.
- - -
Shindong promptly found out that when people ate their lunches up on the school roof and only stared at you like a dead fish in the super market freezer would as you introduce yourself and try to joke and be friendly, they tend to act like brick walls. So why he was so surprised when Kim Kibum said, “I’m not interested. Go away.” He wasn’t really sure himself.
All he knew was that Kim Kibum was a challenge that refused to laugh or at least smile at Shindong doing what he did best and that, if he was going to be himself and stay true to the Shindong way, that’d have to change at some point during the year.