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new : fanfic : super junior
rating : G
pairing : heechul x kyuhyun
497 words. this is meaningless, plotless, rushed out, and really just an attempt to break a long dry spell. also, it has no ending. thanks to hyperballad for the prompts!
hurricanes and butterflies
Heechul crashes in through the window of Kyuhyun's expensive loft, one day; a tangle of glass and broken feathers leaving smears of red, red blood shading into rain-puddles on the slick white floor.
Kyuhyun does not see it happen, he merely deduces the sequence of events in reverse. It is the logical progression from finding a creature of indeterminate age and dubiously male gender lying in the wreckage of its shadow-colored wings next to the breakfast bar. He does not call the police, because he cannot explain the wings or the feathers or the shattered window. Instead, he mops up the mess as best he can and sits down in a chair to watch the body breathe and tremble, until its eyes flash open, smooth and unreadable, lacking in iris or any distinction between pupil and black sclera.
The night's storm blows itself out by morning. Kyuhyun's floor is pooled with rainwater, and he swears and mops it up with towel after towel while the creature sits perched on the end of the bar, watching him unblinking. Its wings hang limp, still, feathers tattered and broken, but he thinks the bleeding has stopped, at least.
He does two loads of laundry, nothing but towels and a spare blanket, then hangs them up to dry in the breeze from the broken window.
When he sits down to eat, Kyuhyun finds the creature creeping closer, one slender hand reaching for his bowl with clawed fingertips to snatch a tidbit and vanish it quickly.
"Who are you?" it finally says, and becomes a 'he' in Kyuhyun's head at last.
"Kyuhyun," he says. "That's my window you took out."
"Heechul," the winged man announces, and steals another bite of food. "Your window broke my wings," he says, "so I think we're even."
"So why did you run into it?" Kyuhyun thinks it is a reasonable question, as questions go.
Heechul blinks his bottomless eyes and smiles in a way that shows too many pointed teeth all at once.
Kyuhyun decides the answer is not that important.
He bundles Heechul into a long bathrobe and shuts him in the bedroom the day that workmen come to replace the window and clear out the plastic sheeting he's been using to shut out the wind in the meantime. There are a few raking sounds from within; one of the workers looks dubiously at the door, but doesn't ask questions. Kyuhyun doesn't try to tell them it's a restless cat.
Heechul comes out after they leave, with wood splinters still under his long, sharp nails, and gravitates to the window, pressing his fingers and his nose and his forehead against the smooth glass. His wings quiver and flex, opening out as if it pains him, but there are already feather-quills growing in to replace the mangled, missing vanes. He stands there as the sun sets, crooning softly to himself, and Kyuhyun watches his hair lose its reddish halo and fade to black with the light.
new : fanfic : super junior
rating : G
focus : eeteuk, donghae
491 words. this is meaningless, plotless, rushed out, and really just an attempt to break a long dry spell. also, it has no ending. thanks to hyperballad for the prompts!
dinosaurs don't use spoons
The day starts out perfectly normally, even peacefully (by Super Junior standards). That lasts for all of 5 minutes until the alarm on the desk starts beeping and Donghae's arm emerges from a nest of covers, groping blindly to turn it off.
"Get up," Jungsu groans, already sitting upright with his feet on the floor, against his body's better inclinations, and grabs the edge of the bedspread to whisk it off of him in one quick stroke.
Donghae flounders over in an attempt to burrow his head under the pillow, but as he bunches himself up on his knees, something inexplicable happens and a thick, pebbly-skinned tail (with incongruous darker stripes that put Jungsu in mind of jungle camouflage) rises with the motion and nearly hits Jungsu in the face.
His nose is sensitive and has been abused a few too many times, so Jungsu leaps backwards just in time to miss a heavy swing that would have probably undone the last six surgeries he's suffered through.
"What--" he manages, almost stammering, and throws the blanket back over the top of Donghae.
There is still a suspiciously moving lump wriggling in ways that he is fairly sure Donghae's ass cannot move, alone.
Jungsu turns around and leaves the room. This morning is not worth it. He'll send Hyukjae in to wake him instead.
The subsequent shriek does the job of waking the rest of the apartment (except Kibum, who only wakes up about once a month--they've given up trying to rouse him and settle for keeping most of the flies off), and Jungsu smiles thinly to himself as he makes coffee. There's a silver lining to every cloud.
"Oh my god," Donghae yells, having apparently awakened enough to be aware of his new addition, "I'm a dinosaur!" He sounds absolutely thrilled, despite the keening, fearful noises still coming from Hyukjae.
Donghae spends the next half hour tromping heavily through the apartment while making claw-hands and occasionally roaring at people, then insists on drinking his cereal out of the bowl with no spoon. "Dinosaurs don't use spoons!" he shouts, happily, waving his little claw-hands, and plunges his face into the bowl.
Jungsu keeps his smile in place and tells himself that this fad will soon pass, just like Sungmin and his pink hair (Heechul had threatened death for upstaging his own wild hair-colors, but no one had actually been maimed), Heechul's announced intention to quit Super Junior and join a visual kei band, Heechul convincing half of them that throwing water on anyone who managed to fall asleep was a great idea, Heechul's stated ambition to kiss every member of Super Junior (except Ryeowook) on camera, and that time Heechul had unplugged the TV cable and then convinced Donghae that the bad signal was due to alien interference. Jungsu has to admit Heechul is at the root of a lot of these things, and wonders if this, too, is somehow his fault.
new : fanfic : super junior
rating : G
focus : sungmin
444 words. this is meaningless, plotless, rushed out, and really just an attempt to break a long dry spell. also, it has no ending. thanks to hyperballad for the prompts!
middle child syndrome
Sungmin isn't sure when he became the undisputed middle child of ten-to-fifteen boys, but it's a difficult place to be.
He's too young to have any authority--anything important gets handed down from the oldest members. He's too old to get away with half the stuff the younger members do. It's never him and Hyukjae and Donghae doing things, anymore... they draft Siwon, or do things by themselves, as if Sungmin is too old or boring to be involved in whatever their latest prank is.
The cute act worked for awhile, but then Ryeowook came along, and Sungmin realized that Ryeowook was cute without even intending to be, all the time. It made him feel like more of a fake for pushing the act for the cameras, so he stopped. He's still left with all the awkward residue of it, though--about half the fans seem to be convinced he keeps stuffed toys and sits them all down for tea every afternoon.
He's been working out, lately, but so has everyone else. Ripping his shirt off is more Siwon or Donghae's style, anyway. Or Jungsu's, as the new concept has proven. He can't really bring himself to rain on Jungsu's parade, anyway--he knows how hard Jungsu had to work to gain any muscle at all, between his health and his demanding schedule. So Sungmin just wears wifebeaters and tight t-shirts a little more often than he used to, and feels a little helpless when nobody notices his broadening shoulders or swelling biceps.
His hair doesn't attract attention--pink actually looked terrible on him, and Heechul kept staring at him in a way that made him vaguely anxious about his continued health. Borrowing the great idea Jungsu had talked about had only resulted in he and Jungsu having almost-matching haircuts, and then Jungsu had gone around telling everyone he was a style thief.
He doesn't have the best voice, he isn't the best dancer... even Kyuhyun is getting drafted to fill dancing spots more than he is, now. He dabbled in learning sleight-of-hand and magic tricks, for awhile, but then Donghae took an interest and insisted on learning all the tricks he knew. He was learning the guitar, but then Kibum came out of a months-long 'artistic hiatus' with long hair and a guitar in hand, for that role of his. Sungmin doesn't even know if he can actually play anything, but the mere fact of his appearance sent the media into a frenzy. He even got Heechul to kiss him on stage, but then Heechul also kissed Jungmo, Siwon, made for Geng like he intended to, and even considered Ryeowook, so that was nothing distinctive at all.
rating : G
pairing : heechul x kyuhyun
497 words. this is meaningless, plotless, rushed out, and really just an attempt to break a long dry spell. also, it has no ending. thanks to hyperballad for the prompts!
hurricanes and butterflies
Heechul crashes in through the window of Kyuhyun's expensive loft, one day; a tangle of glass and broken feathers leaving smears of red, red blood shading into rain-puddles on the slick white floor.
Kyuhyun does not see it happen, he merely deduces the sequence of events in reverse. It is the logical progression from finding a creature of indeterminate age and dubiously male gender lying in the wreckage of its shadow-colored wings next to the breakfast bar. He does not call the police, because he cannot explain the wings or the feathers or the shattered window. Instead, he mops up the mess as best he can and sits down in a chair to watch the body breathe and tremble, until its eyes flash open, smooth and unreadable, lacking in iris or any distinction between pupil and black sclera.
The night's storm blows itself out by morning. Kyuhyun's floor is pooled with rainwater, and he swears and mops it up with towel after towel while the creature sits perched on the end of the bar, watching him unblinking. Its wings hang limp, still, feathers tattered and broken, but he thinks the bleeding has stopped, at least.
He does two loads of laundry, nothing but towels and a spare blanket, then hangs them up to dry in the breeze from the broken window.
When he sits down to eat, Kyuhyun finds the creature creeping closer, one slender hand reaching for his bowl with clawed fingertips to snatch a tidbit and vanish it quickly.
"Who are you?" it finally says, and becomes a 'he' in Kyuhyun's head at last.
"Kyuhyun," he says. "That's my window you took out."
"Heechul," the winged man announces, and steals another bite of food. "Your window broke my wings," he says, "so I think we're even."
"So why did you run into it?" Kyuhyun thinks it is a reasonable question, as questions go.
Heechul blinks his bottomless eyes and smiles in a way that shows too many pointed teeth all at once.
Kyuhyun decides the answer is not that important.
He bundles Heechul into a long bathrobe and shuts him in the bedroom the day that workmen come to replace the window and clear out the plastic sheeting he's been using to shut out the wind in the meantime. There are a few raking sounds from within; one of the workers looks dubiously at the door, but doesn't ask questions. Kyuhyun doesn't try to tell them it's a restless cat.
Heechul comes out after they leave, with wood splinters still under his long, sharp nails, and gravitates to the window, pressing his fingers and his nose and his forehead against the smooth glass. His wings quiver and flex, opening out as if it pains him, but there are already feather-quills growing in to replace the mangled, missing vanes. He stands there as the sun sets, crooning softly to himself, and Kyuhyun watches his hair lose its reddish halo and fade to black with the light.
new : fanfic : super junior
rating : G
focus : eeteuk, donghae
491 words. this is meaningless, plotless, rushed out, and really just an attempt to break a long dry spell. also, it has no ending. thanks to hyperballad for the prompts!
dinosaurs don't use spoons
The day starts out perfectly normally, even peacefully (by Super Junior standards). That lasts for all of 5 minutes until the alarm on the desk starts beeping and Donghae's arm emerges from a nest of covers, groping blindly to turn it off.
"Get up," Jungsu groans, already sitting upright with his feet on the floor, against his body's better inclinations, and grabs the edge of the bedspread to whisk it off of him in one quick stroke.
Donghae flounders over in an attempt to burrow his head under the pillow, but as he bunches himself up on his knees, something inexplicable happens and a thick, pebbly-skinned tail (with incongruous darker stripes that put Jungsu in mind of jungle camouflage) rises with the motion and nearly hits Jungsu in the face.
His nose is sensitive and has been abused a few too many times, so Jungsu leaps backwards just in time to miss a heavy swing that would have probably undone the last six surgeries he's suffered through.
"What--" he manages, almost stammering, and throws the blanket back over the top of Donghae.
There is still a suspiciously moving lump wriggling in ways that he is fairly sure Donghae's ass cannot move, alone.
Jungsu turns around and leaves the room. This morning is not worth it. He'll send Hyukjae in to wake him instead.
The subsequent shriek does the job of waking the rest of the apartment (except Kibum, who only wakes up about once a month--they've given up trying to rouse him and settle for keeping most of the flies off), and Jungsu smiles thinly to himself as he makes coffee. There's a silver lining to every cloud.
"Oh my god," Donghae yells, having apparently awakened enough to be aware of his new addition, "I'm a dinosaur!" He sounds absolutely thrilled, despite the keening, fearful noises still coming from Hyukjae.
Donghae spends the next half hour tromping heavily through the apartment while making claw-hands and occasionally roaring at people, then insists on drinking his cereal out of the bowl with no spoon. "Dinosaurs don't use spoons!" he shouts, happily, waving his little claw-hands, and plunges his face into the bowl.
Jungsu keeps his smile in place and tells himself that this fad will soon pass, just like Sungmin and his pink hair (Heechul had threatened death for upstaging his own wild hair-colors, but no one had actually been maimed), Heechul's announced intention to quit Super Junior and join a visual kei band, Heechul convincing half of them that throwing water on anyone who managed to fall asleep was a great idea, Heechul's stated ambition to kiss every member of Super Junior (except Ryeowook) on camera, and that time Heechul had unplugged the TV cable and then convinced Donghae that the bad signal was due to alien interference. Jungsu has to admit Heechul is at the root of a lot of these things, and wonders if this, too, is somehow his fault.
new : fanfic : super junior
rating : G
focus : sungmin
444 words. this is meaningless, plotless, rushed out, and really just an attempt to break a long dry spell. also, it has no ending. thanks to hyperballad for the prompts!
middle child syndrome
Sungmin isn't sure when he became the undisputed middle child of ten-to-fifteen boys, but it's a difficult place to be.
He's too young to have any authority--anything important gets handed down from the oldest members. He's too old to get away with half the stuff the younger members do. It's never him and Hyukjae and Donghae doing things, anymore... they draft Siwon, or do things by themselves, as if Sungmin is too old or boring to be involved in whatever their latest prank is.
The cute act worked for awhile, but then Ryeowook came along, and Sungmin realized that Ryeowook was cute without even intending to be, all the time. It made him feel like more of a fake for pushing the act for the cameras, so he stopped. He's still left with all the awkward residue of it, though--about half the fans seem to be convinced he keeps stuffed toys and sits them all down for tea every afternoon.
He's been working out, lately, but so has everyone else. Ripping his shirt off is more Siwon or Donghae's style, anyway. Or Jungsu's, as the new concept has proven. He can't really bring himself to rain on Jungsu's parade, anyway--he knows how hard Jungsu had to work to gain any muscle at all, between his health and his demanding schedule. So Sungmin just wears wifebeaters and tight t-shirts a little more often than he used to, and feels a little helpless when nobody notices his broadening shoulders or swelling biceps.
His hair doesn't attract attention--pink actually looked terrible on him, and Heechul kept staring at him in a way that made him vaguely anxious about his continued health. Borrowing the great idea Jungsu had talked about had only resulted in he and Jungsu having almost-matching haircuts, and then Jungsu had gone around telling everyone he was a style thief.
He doesn't have the best voice, he isn't the best dancer... even Kyuhyun is getting drafted to fill dancing spots more than he is, now. He dabbled in learning sleight-of-hand and magic tricks, for awhile, but then Donghae took an interest and insisted on learning all the tricks he knew. He was learning the guitar, but then Kibum came out of a months-long 'artistic hiatus' with long hair and a guitar in hand, for that role of his. Sungmin doesn't even know if he can actually play anything, but the mere fact of his appearance sent the media into a frenzy. He even got Heechul to kiss him on stage, but then Heechul also kissed Jungmo, Siwon, made for Geng like he intended to, and even considered Ryeowook, so that was nothing distinctive at all.