thank you! ♥
Alright, everyone, as I promised yesterday... I mean, oh my god, this morning, here is the present from me to you with all of my love.
First of all, thank you for your support ♥, guys, it's one of the best feelings ever to take a look at your comments and nice words. As I already said in my entry back in June, it'll be a hard job to translate such a long fanfiction (it's already about 130 pages in Hungarian, duh), but I think it's worth it. After long time and hesitation, I finally started to work on Fragile - I mean, started to work SERIOUSLY on Fragile, so here am I, with running nose, aching throat (yes, in August, yes), but I'm finished with the first chapter, and I think...
I think Fragile will debut here and now :3
I especially want to say thanks, to...
tana2507 , for her endless patience, love, help and support ♥;
ficcy , for her huge help and interest in this stuff ♥;
inthelightof , for being such a great dongsaeng and supporter, and because we found each other - she is one of the biggest motivations ♥;
tallycska and littleblacklily , my dear Hungarian friends, readers and fans for their endless enthusiasm ♥;
yasmine_hime , the lovely maintainer of Rising Sun, for her support and help ♥;
suju_fridge , for being such a wonderful place ♥;
Furthermore, thanks to all of my Hungarian readers, thanks to Rising Sun, where everything started, thanks to everyone, who is still standing behind me, and... Just thank you, guys. (:
I hope you'll like this - if you like Fragile, than you like me, and if you like me, you like me life too, so this means you like my friends, and after all, I don't know, what the fuck am I talking about.
So, here we go now. I'm excited.
Title: Fragile
Pairings: TaeWon, HanChul, KangTeuk, YunJae, OnKey + Surprise Ninja-OTP's and hidden stuff
Rating: PG - NC-17
Warning: General / Romantic / Angst / Hurt/Comfort / Comedy / Fluff / Smut
Summary: "... the novel about two boys in a million; two boys longing for love and appreciation in a world of money and outlook." The first multi-chaptered story about Choi Siwon and Lee Taemin, their epic crush, love, fail - and not at least, their glamourous life in SM Town. /sorry, way too sleepy, hopefully I'll be a bit imaginativer next time/
A/N: THIS FIC STILL HARDLY NEEDS A BETA. EVEN THOUGH I HAVE PROPER ENGLISH SKILLS, IT'S STILL NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO EVERY PIECE OF HELP WILL BE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. <3
Status: WIP still in Hungarian; Chapter 31 coming soon!
TIP still in English; Chapter 2 coming soon!
Chapter I.
*
The sky was glowing red above Seoul, and the setting sun threw out an opallic, dark green light to the Hangang River, covering the city with a soft, warm veil.
The city, where you can't find silence and darkness at all; from afar, it's a wonderful casket, but if you take a closer look, it's a regular bedlam with its ten million inhabitants, shops, clubs, restaurants with never-ending opening hours; the perfect hell, where the world's biggest symphonic orchestra always has a concert to play, and from where is no escape.
This lifestyle is addicting. It takes hardly two weeks, and dependent people will choose the shopping mall two avenues farther instead of the grocery on the corner, the most expensive and glorious club in town instead of a friendly house party, and the luxurious swimming pool instead of the river, just to satisfy all their momentary requirements and to spend a lot of money.
But if you have a certain information left - or a rich and well-known family -, you can find the best place, if you want to be alone for a few hours, to become deaf in the sudden silence around you, after a successful escape from the regular babel.
Currently the boy had it the same way too, who was kneeling in front of the small altar, showing his back to the city where he lived, folding his hand so hard for a quiet prayer that his long and slim bones almost broke.
He arrived here with the most honest hope, to his family's fairly old and enormous sanctuary, where many generation plighted its troth to the lucky chosen ones, then christened their new-born baby, who took his farewell of the loved ones here, restarting the whole process again.
He passed by many tombs with quiet and lonely devotion, with his imaginary tears in his eyes, whispering a few words for them, even for the people who lived only in those legendary stories the family told about them, and as he started to think about that day when he came here last time, his remorse became unbearably enormous.
He almost ran to reach the chapel - the most hidden, the most beloved -, to get rid of his stress, passion, feelings, and guilty thoughts he gathered during the past few weeks.
He knew he'll feel better, after he speaks honestly about himself to the only One who understands everyone on Earth.
He also knew that after he stands up and closes the door behind himself, he’ll feel terribly hypocrite and insincere too. Even though this was the last thing that kept him alive, this last straw, this pale ray of hope and the silent, whispering voice saying that he can always rely on Him.
He’s been always at the best place here, he is, and he will, as long as he lives.
Choi Siwon sighted, and opened his eyes after long minutes, to take a look at the symbols on the front wall, and then became full with the tranquillity he missed during those weeks with such powerful pain he almost died. He looked on the simple accommodation, which lent some solemnity to the whole place; the silver lamps hanging on the ceiling, the dark, smooth carpet, the scented flowers around him in the vases, the curves of the wise words on the walls.
Golden sunlight flowed into the room, through the windows, illuminating the crucifix in front of the boy, which seemed startlingly alive in this light.
"I don’t understand why do you teach me this way, my Lord", Siwon began quietly his speech. "I don’t understand why is it so hard to prove what You want from me, and I don’t understand, why do You punish me so cruelly for my sins I want to avoid with all of my own free will. I don’t understand and I don’t know, why is this feeling tempting me since ages, and why can’t I throw it off; but it’s obvious You have proper reasons to shepherd me into such a painful, vague and narrow path. I know this path will become wide, and shiny morning will change the foggy night, but tell me, my Lord, when? When will I deserve Your grace, and when will You stop torturing me? I learned from my mistakes, I learned from my sins, and I don’t want anything else anymore just to throw off these thoughts, these guilty thoughts I want to keep it in secret even ahead of You. In my weak moments I trust the sweet temptation; I believe they will relieve me, and I betray You, who died for me too, just to beg for Your pardon as a nameless outlaw after it, my Lord. I’m tiny, I’m nobody without You, so that’s why I dare to turn my face to You again, and pray for Your charity… Pity me, my Lord. Don’t let anyone to take me away from You, not even when he is so young and innocent… Strengthen me up, so that I’ll be able to set aside the miracles of the financial world and the looks, my Lord! I can’t stand this with sanity… My sins are pulling me down with such a terribly, astonishing weight I’m still afraid of. I’m thankful towards to You, who softened the pain of the unworthy men with dying for us, but I’m way too weak for such a burden. I’m still not ready for suffering the pain of Yours, my Lord, I still want to live, learn and hearten up the people around the world. Just give me some power, some time, my Lord… Probably I’m a selfish and wilful believer of Yours, but I can’t live as humble as I need to. In this very moment it’s really hard to fight down anything else… Don’t punish me, my Lord, such in a horrible way. I love that boy, I say it out bravely, I love him more than anything else and I want him. He didn’t realize that he tempted me, and now we are both suffering because of his naivety and my imbecility. I don’t want to hurt him, I’d rather die. I want beauty and kindness in his humble, peaceful life, but I’m not allowed to guide him during his first coward steps, under no consideration. I don’t have enough might… He can not want this, and… I… I don’t… I want it, my Lord! I contradict myself with my every single word, and I’m confused because of my own thoughts; this is what this boy is doing to me. Help me, save me, my Lord… Don’t punish me so cruelly, and I promise, I’ll be the most faithful, the most servile child of Yours…"
Suddenly his voice became shaky, so he stopped his prayer. His heart was beating so fast like he’s in the middle of a supermaraton, and felt really dizzy, so he opened his eyes to take a blurry look at the crucifix again, and opened his mouth:
"After this manner therefore pray ye…"
*
Siwon & Super Junior
Sunny morning welcomed Seoul that day. As it was Monday, the streets were already full of people; the kimchi-stands, the groceries, the colourful boutiques opened in a row, on the balconies of the restaurants, waiters put fresh, white covers on the tables, and via underground, many people arrived from the suburbs, to start their daily job or to hurry op for their first lessons.
One of the world’s biggest cities was in the middle of awakening.
So were the seven inhabitants of the Super Junior-dorm, who almost moaned in the same second, when an incredibly loud alarm clock started to ring somewhere in the bedroom.
"Someone smack it hard" came Kangin's growl from the corner, following with squeak of the mattress. Of course none of them moved a fingertip, just to satisfy Korea's number on racoon's requirement, so he just growled once again, turned onto his other side, and hugged Leeteuk.
"No... I don't want cucumbers anymore!!" Hyukjae moaned from his bed, and with an anxious expression on his face, he hugged a gigantic plusshie-duck. "NO! EVERYTHING BUT... CUCUMBER...!! Junsu... Don't!!"
"Somebody wake Hyukjae up" Kyuhyun said, yawning under his pillow. "If he... Dreams again with the... Um... Mutant-cucumber... His whole day will be fucked up."
"Alright, dammit, this is a bit boring" said finally the Hero, Choi Siwon, as he stood up from his bed with a zombie's expression and uncoordinated movements; he walked to the window, and opened the curtains.
"You bastard, whoever you are!!" Leeteuk fled from the sunlight into Kangin's chest like it was some deadly poison that kills at first sight. "I have my own right to kick you in the ass!"
"At first you should wake up" Siwon answered, still standing in front of the window. "All right, one-two, lazy crowd, we need to get ready in three hours!"
Hyukjae's eyes opened like it's shown in the horror movies, as he sat up dumbfounded in his bed, and wiped his sweaty forehead.
"Dammit" he sighted slowly. "These cucumbers going to kill me someday... They're haunting two weeks ago... They hurt me..."
"Aaah, all you do is talking bullshit" indignant Kangin threw a teddy bear towards him, but this harsh and apathetic attack still wasn't enough to wake Hyukjae up from his lethargy.
"No problem, hyung" yawned Kyuhyun again, as he crawled into Hyukjae's bed with a speed of a bellyful bruin, and sleepily hugged him. "They disappeared, Hyukjae... Who makes coffee today?"
"Donghae I think" yawned Siwon too, then walked out from the room with still unsure steps, to check out the other room’s inhabitants, Donghae and Kibum.
He was just thinking about the fact that he hates his position as a living alarm clock, when he heard the sound of clashing and swearing from the kitchen, with some smell of coffee.
"Good morning" grinned Donghae suddenly into his face, and even though he was still wearing his pyjamas, he seemed much more fresh than Siwon, who slowly calmed down his pulse to avoid the fatal danger of a cup of coffee. "What's up? Long night?"
"I don't even remember the last time I had a specially long night" Siwon sighted, and flopped down to a chair. "Nevermind. What about today's schedules?"
"Rehearsal from eleven o'clock, then some kind of appointment" Kibum answered, who was preparing the breakfast. Anyhow, the sauce bottles around the sink and the smoky smell in the kitchen evinced his hard work. "Dammit, Heechul, I hate you for moving again... The breakfast is the culprit for fucking down our days."
"You can cook as well too, Kibum..."
"Not the same way as Hanykung" Kibum looked upon Donghae with the most frustrated sight of the world. "What's up with you, by the way?"
"Nothing, I'm just preparing my kindness-o-meter" the boy answered, as he put down three cups of coffee to the table, and sipped a bit from his own. "Yeonjin-sshi called yesterday, he needs to arrange something vitally important today, so he asked me to lead SHINee's dance lesson if I have some time."
"Huh, I don't envy you" Siwon grimaced. "When do you start?"
"Hm, in an hour I think" Donghae laughed, as he looked upon the golden Chinese cat-clock on the wall. "I hope, by that time, Kibum will be ready with this... Fried... Rice?"
"This is mostly fried shit, but I'm still working on it..." Kibum muttered. "Originally, my plan was that we'll eat this, and than the others do whatever they want..."
"... for example, they can eat Heechul's wonder-cake with strawberry pudding..." grinned Donghae, as he started to wonder about the boy's strange-tasting gastronomic disaster, so luckily Kibum laughed too.
"If I'm not mistaken, they're coming, we need an other plan" wagged the boy his head, then stabbed suspiciously that Stuff with a wooden spoon, and finally tasted it. "Hmkay, this is not so horrible as I thought...!"
Actually, the three of them suddenly really heard shambling steps. At first, the tangled, sleepy Leeteuk arrived, and Kyuhyun with the still scared Hyukjae on his side.
"Coffee." Leader-sshi said objectively, as he sat next to Siwon, and leant on the table. He showed the signs of wakefulness only when his coffee arrived in a mug with scuffling puppies; he lifted his right thumb, and after a few seconds, his head too, to drink the hot black. While he was slurping his coffee, Donghae gave Eunhyuk's daily dose, some warm milk to him, who was still marvelling at the world with huge eyes, then sat next to him on the floor.
"Cucumbers...!" the boy mumbled, as he swigged the half of the milk. "They hurt me... And Junsu too... They're huge, and... Blue..."
"Blue."
"Yes, blue!!" Hyukjae turned to Kyuhyun so sudden that the maknae almost choked into his coffee. "And... HUGE!!"
"Alright, first dish goes to Hyukjae, hopefully he'll calm down" Kibum smiled, as he lent the boy his breakfast.
"You put opium into it, right?"
"Of course, dude" Kibum grinned above his shoulder to Donghae. "Someone should go to the bathroom before Kangin, or else we won't arrive in time, just stinking..."
"That"s right" Leeteuk said, from somewhere behind his palms.
"I heard it!" so did Kangin, from somewhere in the living room, where he laid down for a bit, just to be on the safe side, halfway between the kitchen and the bedroom.
"I think this is the perfect time for us, Siwon" Donghae stood up from Kyuhyun and Eunhyuk, and grinned upon Siwon, as the second most fresh member of the group.
"Alright, let's do it" Siwon sighted, and stretched, so Donghae and him, with towels on their shoulder, finally marched into the bathroom, and took possession of the douches set on the two sides of a high wall in a very moral way, covered with mosaic in the shades of grey. Actually?
They had an amazingly luxurious bathroom with modern, box-shaped sinks, mirrors, and many elegant furniture.
After the shower, they brushed their teeth together like they always did, and they tried not to choke into the toothpaste while they were laughing their ass off.
"Oh come on" Donghae said broodingly, as he lent closer to the mirror, and he was concentrating with his every single nerve not to cut himself with the razor. "It just came to my mind... If you feel like... You should come with me to this... Rehearsal...
"Uhum" Siwon drew a fluent line on his profile with the razor. "After all... If you won't survive alone..."
"We need some photos... For the fans, you know... And you... Ah, fuck it! So I mean, you... Dammit, it bleeds a much... So I mean, you are a photographer or what... What if we go together? These boys are actually very nice..."
"Why not" Siwon smiled at his image, while massaging the after shave into his soft skin, with lazy, slow moves. "I'm in."
"Alright" Donghae grinned, after he stopped the bleeding, and he left the bathroom with a towel around his waist. "I'll call Heechul to pick up the others instead of you... Today, you take me there, or what the fuck."
"Ummm... Of course yes!" Siwon's stomach thrilled a bit as Donghae said the name, but he grinned back to the boy slightly. After all, he wants to forget. And the timing is perfect for him.
First of all, thank you for your support ♥, guys, it's one of the best feelings ever to take a look at your comments and nice words. As I already said in my entry back in June, it'll be a hard job to translate such a long fanfiction (it's already about 130 pages in Hungarian, duh), but I think it's worth it. After long time and hesitation, I finally started to work on Fragile - I mean, started to work SERIOUSLY on Fragile, so here am I, with running nose, aching throat (yes, in August, yes), but I'm finished with the first chapter, and I think...
I think Fragile will debut here and now :3
I especially want to say thanks, to...
tana2507 , for her endless patience, love, help and support ♥;
ficcy , for her huge help and interest in this stuff ♥;
inthelightof , for being such a great dongsaeng and supporter, and because we found each other - she is one of the biggest motivations ♥;
tallycska and littleblacklily , my dear Hungarian friends, readers and fans for their endless enthusiasm ♥;
yasmine_hime , the lovely maintainer of Rising Sun, for her support and help ♥;
suju_fridge , for being such a wonderful place ♥;
Furthermore, thanks to all of my Hungarian readers, thanks to Rising Sun, where everything started, thanks to everyone, who is still standing behind me, and... Just thank you, guys. (:
I hope you'll like this - if you like Fragile, than you like me, and if you like me, you like me life too, so this means you like my friends, and after all, I don't know, what the fuck am I talking about.
So, here we go now. I'm excited.
Title: Fragile
Pairings: TaeWon, HanChul, KangTeuk, YunJae, OnKey + Surprise Ninja-OTP's and hidden stuff
Rating: PG - NC-17
Warning: General / Romantic / Angst / Hurt/Comfort / Comedy / Fluff / Smut
Summary: "... the novel about two boys in a million; two boys longing for love and appreciation in a world of money and outlook." The first multi-chaptered story about Choi Siwon and Lee Taemin, their epic crush, love, fail - and not at least, their glamourous life in SM Town. /sorry, way too sleepy, hopefully I'll be a bit imaginativer next time/
A/N: THIS FIC STILL HARDLY NEEDS A BETA. EVEN THOUGH I HAVE PROPER ENGLISH SKILLS, IT'S STILL NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO EVERY PIECE OF HELP WILL BE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. <3
Status: WIP still in Hungarian; Chapter 31 coming soon!
TIP still in English; Chapter 2 coming soon!
Chapter I.
*
The sky was glowing red above Seoul, and the setting sun threw out an opallic, dark green light to the Hangang River, covering the city with a soft, warm veil.
The city, where you can't find silence and darkness at all; from afar, it's a wonderful casket, but if you take a closer look, it's a regular bedlam with its ten million inhabitants, shops, clubs, restaurants with never-ending opening hours; the perfect hell, where the world's biggest symphonic orchestra always has a concert to play, and from where is no escape.
This lifestyle is addicting. It takes hardly two weeks, and dependent people will choose the shopping mall two avenues farther instead of the grocery on the corner, the most expensive and glorious club in town instead of a friendly house party, and the luxurious swimming pool instead of the river, just to satisfy all their momentary requirements and to spend a lot of money.
But if you have a certain information left - or a rich and well-known family -, you can find the best place, if you want to be alone for a few hours, to become deaf in the sudden silence around you, after a successful escape from the regular babel.
Currently the boy had it the same way too, who was kneeling in front of the small altar, showing his back to the city where he lived, folding his hand so hard for a quiet prayer that his long and slim bones almost broke.
He arrived here with the most honest hope, to his family's fairly old and enormous sanctuary, where many generation plighted its troth to the lucky chosen ones, then christened their new-born baby, who took his farewell of the loved ones here, restarting the whole process again.
He passed by many tombs with quiet and lonely devotion, with his imaginary tears in his eyes, whispering a few words for them, even for the people who lived only in those legendary stories the family told about them, and as he started to think about that day when he came here last time, his remorse became unbearably enormous.
He almost ran to reach the chapel - the most hidden, the most beloved -, to get rid of his stress, passion, feelings, and guilty thoughts he gathered during the past few weeks.
He knew he'll feel better, after he speaks honestly about himself to the only One who understands everyone on Earth.
He also knew that after he stands up and closes the door behind himself, he’ll feel terribly hypocrite and insincere too. Even though this was the last thing that kept him alive, this last straw, this pale ray of hope and the silent, whispering voice saying that he can always rely on Him.
He’s been always at the best place here, he is, and he will, as long as he lives.
Choi Siwon sighted, and opened his eyes after long minutes, to take a look at the symbols on the front wall, and then became full with the tranquillity he missed during those weeks with such powerful pain he almost died. He looked on the simple accommodation, which lent some solemnity to the whole place; the silver lamps hanging on the ceiling, the dark, smooth carpet, the scented flowers around him in the vases, the curves of the wise words on the walls.
Golden sunlight flowed into the room, through the windows, illuminating the crucifix in front of the boy, which seemed startlingly alive in this light.
"I don’t understand why do you teach me this way, my Lord", Siwon began quietly his speech. "I don’t understand why is it so hard to prove what You want from me, and I don’t understand, why do You punish me so cruelly for my sins I want to avoid with all of my own free will. I don’t understand and I don’t know, why is this feeling tempting me since ages, and why can’t I throw it off; but it’s obvious You have proper reasons to shepherd me into such a painful, vague and narrow path. I know this path will become wide, and shiny morning will change the foggy night, but tell me, my Lord, when? When will I deserve Your grace, and when will You stop torturing me? I learned from my mistakes, I learned from my sins, and I don’t want anything else anymore just to throw off these thoughts, these guilty thoughts I want to keep it in secret even ahead of You. In my weak moments I trust the sweet temptation; I believe they will relieve me, and I betray You, who died for me too, just to beg for Your pardon as a nameless outlaw after it, my Lord. I’m tiny, I’m nobody without You, so that’s why I dare to turn my face to You again, and pray for Your charity… Pity me, my Lord. Don’t let anyone to take me away from You, not even when he is so young and innocent… Strengthen me up, so that I’ll be able to set aside the miracles of the financial world and the looks, my Lord! I can’t stand this with sanity… My sins are pulling me down with such a terribly, astonishing weight I’m still afraid of. I’m thankful towards to You, who softened the pain of the unworthy men with dying for us, but I’m way too weak for such a burden. I’m still not ready for suffering the pain of Yours, my Lord, I still want to live, learn and hearten up the people around the world. Just give me some power, some time, my Lord… Probably I’m a selfish and wilful believer of Yours, but I can’t live as humble as I need to. In this very moment it’s really hard to fight down anything else… Don’t punish me, my Lord, such in a horrible way. I love that boy, I say it out bravely, I love him more than anything else and I want him. He didn’t realize that he tempted me, and now we are both suffering because of his naivety and my imbecility. I don’t want to hurt him, I’d rather die. I want beauty and kindness in his humble, peaceful life, but I’m not allowed to guide him during his first coward steps, under no consideration. I don’t have enough might… He can not want this, and… I… I don’t… I want it, my Lord! I contradict myself with my every single word, and I’m confused because of my own thoughts; this is what this boy is doing to me. Help me, save me, my Lord… Don’t punish me so cruelly, and I promise, I’ll be the most faithful, the most servile child of Yours…"
Suddenly his voice became shaky, so he stopped his prayer. His heart was beating so fast like he’s in the middle of a supermaraton, and felt really dizzy, so he opened his eyes to take a blurry look at the crucifix again, and opened his mouth:
"After this manner therefore pray ye…"
*
Siwon & Super Junior
Sunny morning welcomed Seoul that day. As it was Monday, the streets were already full of people; the kimchi-stands, the groceries, the colourful boutiques opened in a row, on the balconies of the restaurants, waiters put fresh, white covers on the tables, and via underground, many people arrived from the suburbs, to start their daily job or to hurry op for their first lessons.
One of the world’s biggest cities was in the middle of awakening.
So were the seven inhabitants of the Super Junior-dorm, who almost moaned in the same second, when an incredibly loud alarm clock started to ring somewhere in the bedroom.
"Someone smack it hard" came Kangin's growl from the corner, following with squeak of the mattress. Of course none of them moved a fingertip, just to satisfy Korea's number on racoon's requirement, so he just growled once again, turned onto his other side, and hugged Leeteuk.
"No... I don't want cucumbers anymore!!" Hyukjae moaned from his bed, and with an anxious expression on his face, he hugged a gigantic plusshie-duck. "NO! EVERYTHING BUT... CUCUMBER...!! Junsu... Don't!!"
"Somebody wake Hyukjae up" Kyuhyun said, yawning under his pillow. "If he... Dreams again with the... Um... Mutant-cucumber... His whole day will be fucked up."
"Alright, dammit, this is a bit boring" said finally the Hero, Choi Siwon, as he stood up from his bed with a zombie's expression and uncoordinated movements; he walked to the window, and opened the curtains.
"You bastard, whoever you are!!" Leeteuk fled from the sunlight into Kangin's chest like it was some deadly poison that kills at first sight. "I have my own right to kick you in the ass!"
"At first you should wake up" Siwon answered, still standing in front of the window. "All right, one-two, lazy crowd, we need to get ready in three hours!"
Hyukjae's eyes opened like it's shown in the horror movies, as he sat up dumbfounded in his bed, and wiped his sweaty forehead.
"Dammit" he sighted slowly. "These cucumbers going to kill me someday... They're haunting two weeks ago... They hurt me..."
"Aaah, all you do is talking bullshit" indignant Kangin threw a teddy bear towards him, but this harsh and apathetic attack still wasn't enough to wake Hyukjae up from his lethargy.
"No problem, hyung" yawned Kyuhyun again, as he crawled into Hyukjae's bed with a speed of a bellyful bruin, and sleepily hugged him. "They disappeared, Hyukjae... Who makes coffee today?"
"Donghae I think" yawned Siwon too, then walked out from the room with still unsure steps, to check out the other room’s inhabitants, Donghae and Kibum.
He was just thinking about the fact that he hates his position as a living alarm clock, when he heard the sound of clashing and swearing from the kitchen, with some smell of coffee.
"Good morning" grinned Donghae suddenly into his face, and even though he was still wearing his pyjamas, he seemed much more fresh than Siwon, who slowly calmed down his pulse to avoid the fatal danger of a cup of coffee. "What's up? Long night?"
"I don't even remember the last time I had a specially long night" Siwon sighted, and flopped down to a chair. "Nevermind. What about today's schedules?"
"Rehearsal from eleven o'clock, then some kind of appointment" Kibum answered, who was preparing the breakfast. Anyhow, the sauce bottles around the sink and the smoky smell in the kitchen evinced his hard work. "Dammit, Heechul, I hate you for moving again... The breakfast is the culprit for fucking down our days."
"You can cook as well too, Kibum..."
"Not the same way as Hanykung" Kibum looked upon Donghae with the most frustrated sight of the world. "What's up with you, by the way?"
"Nothing, I'm just preparing my kindness-o-meter" the boy answered, as he put down three cups of coffee to the table, and sipped a bit from his own. "Yeonjin-sshi called yesterday, he needs to arrange something vitally important today, so he asked me to lead SHINee's dance lesson if I have some time."
"Huh, I don't envy you" Siwon grimaced. "When do you start?"
"Hm, in an hour I think" Donghae laughed, as he looked upon the golden Chinese cat-clock on the wall. "I hope, by that time, Kibum will be ready with this... Fried... Rice?"
"This is mostly fried shit, but I'm still working on it..." Kibum muttered. "Originally, my plan was that we'll eat this, and than the others do whatever they want..."
"... for example, they can eat Heechul's wonder-cake with strawberry pudding..." grinned Donghae, as he started to wonder about the boy's strange-tasting gastronomic disaster, so luckily Kibum laughed too.
"If I'm not mistaken, they're coming, we need an other plan" wagged the boy his head, then stabbed suspiciously that Stuff with a wooden spoon, and finally tasted it. "Hmkay, this is not so horrible as I thought...!"
Actually, the three of them suddenly really heard shambling steps. At first, the tangled, sleepy Leeteuk arrived, and Kyuhyun with the still scared Hyukjae on his side.
"Coffee." Leader-sshi said objectively, as he sat next to Siwon, and leant on the table. He showed the signs of wakefulness only when his coffee arrived in a mug with scuffling puppies; he lifted his right thumb, and after a few seconds, his head too, to drink the hot black. While he was slurping his coffee, Donghae gave Eunhyuk's daily dose, some warm milk to him, who was still marvelling at the world with huge eyes, then sat next to him on the floor.
"Cucumbers...!" the boy mumbled, as he swigged the half of the milk. "They hurt me... And Junsu too... They're huge, and... Blue..."
"Blue."
"Yes, blue!!" Hyukjae turned to Kyuhyun so sudden that the maknae almost choked into his coffee. "And... HUGE!!"
"Alright, first dish goes to Hyukjae, hopefully he'll calm down" Kibum smiled, as he lent the boy his breakfast.
"You put opium into it, right?"
"Of course, dude" Kibum grinned above his shoulder to Donghae. "Someone should go to the bathroom before Kangin, or else we won't arrive in time, just stinking..."
"That"s right" Leeteuk said, from somewhere behind his palms.
"I heard it!" so did Kangin, from somewhere in the living room, where he laid down for a bit, just to be on the safe side, halfway between the kitchen and the bedroom.
"I think this is the perfect time for us, Siwon" Donghae stood up from Kyuhyun and Eunhyuk, and grinned upon Siwon, as the second most fresh member of the group.
"Alright, let's do it" Siwon sighted, and stretched, so Donghae and him, with towels on their shoulder, finally marched into the bathroom, and took possession of the douches set on the two sides of a high wall in a very moral way, covered with mosaic in the shades of grey. Actually?
They had an amazingly luxurious bathroom with modern, box-shaped sinks, mirrors, and many elegant furniture.
After the shower, they brushed their teeth together like they always did, and they tried not to choke into the toothpaste while they were laughing their ass off.
"Oh come on" Donghae said broodingly, as he lent closer to the mirror, and he was concentrating with his every single nerve not to cut himself with the razor. "It just came to my mind... If you feel like... You should come with me to this... Rehearsal...
"Uhum" Siwon drew a fluent line on his profile with the razor. "After all... If you won't survive alone..."
"We need some photos... For the fans, you know... And you... Ah, fuck it! So I mean, you... Dammit, it bleeds a much... So I mean, you are a photographer or what... What if we go together? These boys are actually very nice..."
"Why not" Siwon smiled at his image, while massaging the after shave into his soft skin, with lazy, slow moves. "I'm in."
"Alright" Donghae grinned, after he stopped the bleeding, and he left the bathroom with a towel around his waist. "I'll call Heechul to pick up the others instead of you... Today, you take me there, or what the fuck."
"Ummm... Of course yes!" Siwon's stomach thrilled a bit as Donghae said the name, but he grinned back to the boy slightly. After all, he wants to forget. And the timing is perfect for him.