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It’s Kyuhyun’s fault. # Gen # Zhou Mi/Heechul # Genderswitch
It’s Kyuhyun’s fault.
Of course it’s Kyuhyun’s fault, he’s the only one who isn’t here at the moment.
Zhou Mi curls up on Heechul’s bed. He feels miserable, he’s in pain, he just wants the blankets to swallow him whole and then maybe he can forget.
“MiMi?”
It’s Song Qian’s voice. He could easily cry with gratitude at the moment (and actually wipes a few tears).
She comes to sit by his side and strokes his hair back, cooing softly with compassion. Zhou Mi sniffles a bit.
“It hurts,” he says.
“I know,” Song Qian answers in Chinese. “Hurts like a bitch, I’ve been there. Did you take med?”
Zhou Mi shakes his head feebly. All they had in the dorm was aspirin, with a glaring red mention: DO NOT GIVE TO MENSTRUATING WOMEN. That made him cry, again, because he’s not a menstruating woman. He’s a man stuck into the body of a menstruating woman. Heechul called the pharmaceutical company, and left a few choice words on their voicemail.
“Heechul-hyung went to get me some,” he says.
“Heechul.” Song Qian says flatly.
Synesthesia # Gen # Bandfic # Fantasy
Like everything in their lives, it happens on a stage.
Kyuhyun is singing and at first they all think it’s a clever light trick no one told them about.
But clearly it becomes obvious that they’re the only ones seeing the twirling rivers of light seeming - and it’s impossible - to flow from Kyuhyun’s open mouth.
He’s seeing it too, Leeteuk knows, because his eyes widen ever so slightly; his voice, though, stays steady and deep and the weird color thing turns an almost vibrant gold and seems to move with the sound.
They’re actually all seeing it: Heechul with wariness that he hides behind his sunglasses, Siwon with religious awe and Ryeowook with childish wonder.
And Kyuhyun looks prouder than ever.
Exiting backstage they’re quiet and silent, and their manager is amazed by their unusual synch and efficacy. Leeteuk sits at the front passenger’s seat of their van and in the rearview mirror he sees Sungmin staring out at the cars passing by, and Siwon’s hand wrapped tight around Heechul’s wrist.
His cellphone rings, blinking red and blue, and Leeteuk picks up to hear Kangin’s voice:
“Hyung,” he says, “Hyung, I think something’s happening to me.”
Here is the story: Kangin heard the camp’s alarm go off and saw neon green flashes of light that no one else was able to distinguish.
They’ve put him in the med block for now, because they’re afraid that soldier Kim Youngwoon has cracked up. It happens.
Leeteuk mutters words of comfort and promises; when he hangs up his hand is shaking.
Back in their dorms, no one is saying a word and they’re focusing their attention of simple, easy things.
“Kangin says he saw it too,” Leeteuk finally says feebly.
It’s Heechul’s cue to explode and when he does, no one really understands - or rather, they understand too well that he’s scared, because this is new and this is unknown and Heechul is afraid he’s going crazy.
Leeteuk knows that deep down Heechul is insecure like the rest of them. He knows that he’s sensitive to the unexpected, to the unknown. He knows that it can make him become a person who’s weak and fragile, easily shattered.
Leeteuk has seen Heechul chain-smoke and refuse to eat, has seen him swallow pill after pill when Hankyung left because his best friend wasn’t here anymore to fill a void that would always exist.
Heechul is afraid that the color thing is the sign that his incurable depression has reached a new crisis when he thought everything was back to a semblance of normalcy.
My Jolly Sailor Bold # PG # multiple pairings # mermaids AU
At first it was just a glimmer of scales deep underwater, and Siwon shuddered, clutching at his crucifix. He should have known better than wander around on the bridge at night while they were sailing through mermaid-infested waters. But the curiosity, the sheer want to know, had been stronger than any reason he might have possessed.
Suddenly the still, glimmering surface of the water was disturbed by some sort of miniature maelstrom, and at its epitome appeared the face of one of the most stunning women Siwon had ever seen.
She was smirking right at him.
The creature opened her mouth to speak and Siwon swallowed, holding his breath.
The lips of the mermaid stretched around a single word before she dove back in a fury of bubbles.
“Dibs.”
That was Siwon’s first encounter with mermaids, and on the next morning he didn’t dare speak a single word of it.
A week later, half of the crew went to explore a seemingly deserted island, and Siwon found himself sitting in a small fishing boat with the rest of the men who had been unlucky enough to lose at kai-bai-boo.
It would all have been fine if Yesung hadn’t started singing to fend off nervousness. Shindong, the ship’s cook, hit him on the head, but it was too late - barely seconds later, the water around them started to twirl and bubble, and the men on the boat gasped as a frail-looking creature gripped the edge of the boat in front of Yesung, picking up his song.
Siwon was surprised to hear that her voice was surprisingly scratchy, and not really the smooth ethereal tune he had expected.
Like entranced, Yesung leaned over the edge and harmonized with the mermaid until they were both crooning in unison and Shindong had to hit Yesung on the head again while Kangin hissed at him to shut up.
Yesung rubbed at his skull and blinked like he had just woken up, before warily eyeing the mermaid who was now pouting and batting her eyelashes at him.
“That’s right,” Kangin told her, “you can’t have him and you won’t, so why don’t you just-”
No-one got to know what exactly Kangin wanted the mermaid to do, because he suddenly stopped speaking, mouth still open, eyes riveted on another creature who was coyly flashing him a single-dimpled grin, twirling her curly, light-brown hair around her forefinger.
This was what it took for the rest of them to realize there were a handful of mermaids swimming in lazy circles around their small boat.
Siwon saw Donghae looking in rapt attention at a bony creature with long, peroxide-blond hair doing some sort of complicated twist of her tail, before some more bubbles erupted and Siwon was almost face-to-face with another mermaid, who wasn’t beautiful in the common way, but definitely cute, with big, thick lips and mischievous eyes.
“Hi,” she told him. Again, Siwon had to fight a nuance of disappointment at her voice that wasn’t exactly melodious or hypnotizing.
“Hello,” he answered.
The mermaid grinned back at him shamelessly and undulated closer to Siwon.
“I’m Sungmin,” she said.
Siwon was about to introduce himself when Sungmin shrieked, before disappearing underwater as if someone had tugged on her fin. She emerged barely instants later, struggling against another mermaid who had a firm grip on one of her braids and was spitting insults.
“Back off, slut,” Sungmin was hissing, digging her nails into the other’s shoulder.
“He’s mine, bitch! I had dibs! I saw him first!”
It caught Siwon’s attention and, looking closer, he recognized the mermaid who had appeared before him that night.
Wait.
Siwon leaned over the edge of the boat, and at this point he had to realize two things:
a) the mermaids’ chests were very, very bare. (He had tried to avoid looking there. Unsuccessfully.)
b) they were also very, very flat.
“You’re male!” Siwon exclaimed, appalled.
That seemed to stop the ruckus going on. In fact, it also interrupted the rest of the mermaids’ (mermen’s?) love parade.
Donghae’s blonde slowly slinked from the edge of the boat, where he had propped his elbows, back into the water, cheeks red.
“Well, duh,” the other merman said. He tossed his bright red hair over his shoulder and glared at Siwon. “Tell him I had dibs,” he added with a nod to Sungmin.
“Err,” Siwon started. “I guess it’s true. He had dibs,” he said with an apologetic shrug to Sungmin, who hissed between his teeth.
“Teuk!” he shrieked to Kangin’s dimply conquest. “Heechul already got dibs on that Chinese captain!”
“What are you complaining about?” Heechul retorted. “You got yourself a Chinaman too, right?”
“Kyuhyun stole him!” Sungmin replied.
It’s Kyuhyun’s fault. # Gen # Zhou Mi/Heechul # Genderswitch
It’s Kyuhyun’s fault.
Of course it’s Kyuhyun’s fault, he’s the only one who isn’t here at the moment.
Zhou Mi curls up on Heechul’s bed. He feels miserable, he’s in pain, he just wants the blankets to swallow him whole and then maybe he can forget.
“MiMi?”
It’s Song Qian’s voice. He could easily cry with gratitude at the moment (and actually wipes a few tears).
She comes to sit by his side and strokes his hair back, cooing softly with compassion. Zhou Mi sniffles a bit.
“It hurts,” he says.
“I know,” Song Qian answers in Chinese. “Hurts like a bitch, I’ve been there. Did you take med?”
Zhou Mi shakes his head feebly. All they had in the dorm was aspirin, with a glaring red mention: DO NOT GIVE TO MENSTRUATING WOMEN. That made him cry, again, because he’s not a menstruating woman. He’s a man stuck into the body of a menstruating woman. Heechul called the pharmaceutical company, and left a few choice words on their voicemail.
“Heechul-hyung went to get me some,” he says.
“Heechul.” Song Qian says flatly.
Synesthesia # Gen # Bandfic # Fantasy
Like everything in their lives, it happens on a stage.
Kyuhyun is singing and at first they all think it’s a clever light trick no one told them about.
But clearly it becomes obvious that they’re the only ones seeing the twirling rivers of light seeming - and it’s impossible - to flow from Kyuhyun’s open mouth.
He’s seeing it too, Leeteuk knows, because his eyes widen ever so slightly; his voice, though, stays steady and deep and the weird color thing turns an almost vibrant gold and seems to move with the sound.
They’re actually all seeing it: Heechul with wariness that he hides behind his sunglasses, Siwon with religious awe and Ryeowook with childish wonder.
And Kyuhyun looks prouder than ever.
Exiting backstage they’re quiet and silent, and their manager is amazed by their unusual synch and efficacy. Leeteuk sits at the front passenger’s seat of their van and in the rearview mirror he sees Sungmin staring out at the cars passing by, and Siwon’s hand wrapped tight around Heechul’s wrist.
His cellphone rings, blinking red and blue, and Leeteuk picks up to hear Kangin’s voice:
“Hyung,” he says, “Hyung, I think something’s happening to me.”
Here is the story: Kangin heard the camp’s alarm go off and saw neon green flashes of light that no one else was able to distinguish.
They’ve put him in the med block for now, because they’re afraid that soldier Kim Youngwoon has cracked up. It happens.
Leeteuk mutters words of comfort and promises; when he hangs up his hand is shaking.
Back in their dorms, no one is saying a word and they’re focusing their attention of simple, easy things.
“Kangin says he saw it too,” Leeteuk finally says feebly.
It’s Heechul’s cue to explode and when he does, no one really understands - or rather, they understand too well that he’s scared, because this is new and this is unknown and Heechul is afraid he’s going crazy.
Leeteuk knows that deep down Heechul is insecure like the rest of them. He knows that he’s sensitive to the unexpected, to the unknown. He knows that it can make him become a person who’s weak and fragile, easily shattered.
Leeteuk has seen Heechul chain-smoke and refuse to eat, has seen him swallow pill after pill when Hankyung left because his best friend wasn’t here anymore to fill a void that would always exist.
Heechul is afraid that the color thing is the sign that his incurable depression has reached a new crisis when he thought everything was back to a semblance of normalcy.
My Jolly Sailor Bold # PG # multiple pairings # mermaids AU
At first it was just a glimmer of scales deep underwater, and Siwon shuddered, clutching at his crucifix. He should have known better than wander around on the bridge at night while they were sailing through mermaid-infested waters. But the curiosity, the sheer want to know, had been stronger than any reason he might have possessed.
Suddenly the still, glimmering surface of the water was disturbed by some sort of miniature maelstrom, and at its epitome appeared the face of one of the most stunning women Siwon had ever seen.
She was smirking right at him.
The creature opened her mouth to speak and Siwon swallowed, holding his breath.
The lips of the mermaid stretched around a single word before she dove back in a fury of bubbles.
“Dibs.”
That was Siwon’s first encounter with mermaids, and on the next morning he didn’t dare speak a single word of it.
A week later, half of the crew went to explore a seemingly deserted island, and Siwon found himself sitting in a small fishing boat with the rest of the men who had been unlucky enough to lose at kai-bai-boo.
It would all have been fine if Yesung hadn’t started singing to fend off nervousness. Shindong, the ship’s cook, hit him on the head, but it was too late - barely seconds later, the water around them started to twirl and bubble, and the men on the boat gasped as a frail-looking creature gripped the edge of the boat in front of Yesung, picking up his song.
Siwon was surprised to hear that her voice was surprisingly scratchy, and not really the smooth ethereal tune he had expected.
Like entranced, Yesung leaned over the edge and harmonized with the mermaid until they were both crooning in unison and Shindong had to hit Yesung on the head again while Kangin hissed at him to shut up.
Yesung rubbed at his skull and blinked like he had just woken up, before warily eyeing the mermaid who was now pouting and batting her eyelashes at him.
“That’s right,” Kangin told her, “you can’t have him and you won’t, so why don’t you just-”
No-one got to know what exactly Kangin wanted the mermaid to do, because he suddenly stopped speaking, mouth still open, eyes riveted on another creature who was coyly flashing him a single-dimpled grin, twirling her curly, light-brown hair around her forefinger.
This was what it took for the rest of them to realize there were a handful of mermaids swimming in lazy circles around their small boat.
Siwon saw Donghae looking in rapt attention at a bony creature with long, peroxide-blond hair doing some sort of complicated twist of her tail, before some more bubbles erupted and Siwon was almost face-to-face with another mermaid, who wasn’t beautiful in the common way, but definitely cute, with big, thick lips and mischievous eyes.
“Hi,” she told him. Again, Siwon had to fight a nuance of disappointment at her voice that wasn’t exactly melodious or hypnotizing.
“Hello,” he answered.
The mermaid grinned back at him shamelessly and undulated closer to Siwon.
“I’m Sungmin,” she said.
Siwon was about to introduce himself when Sungmin shrieked, before disappearing underwater as if someone had tugged on her fin. She emerged barely instants later, struggling against another mermaid who had a firm grip on one of her braids and was spitting insults.
“Back off, slut,” Sungmin was hissing, digging her nails into the other’s shoulder.
“He’s mine, bitch! I had dibs! I saw him first!”
It caught Siwon’s attention and, looking closer, he recognized the mermaid who had appeared before him that night.
Wait.
Siwon leaned over the edge of the boat, and at this point he had to realize two things:
a) the mermaids’ chests were very, very bare. (He had tried to avoid looking there. Unsuccessfully.)
b) they were also very, very flat.
“You’re male!” Siwon exclaimed, appalled.
That seemed to stop the ruckus going on. In fact, it also interrupted the rest of the mermaids’ (mermen’s?) love parade.
Donghae’s blonde slowly slinked from the edge of the boat, where he had propped his elbows, back into the water, cheeks red.
“Well, duh,” the other merman said. He tossed his bright red hair over his shoulder and glared at Siwon. “Tell him I had dibs,” he added with a nod to Sungmin.
“Err,” Siwon started. “I guess it’s true. He had dibs,” he said with an apologetic shrug to Sungmin, who hissed between his teeth.
“Teuk!” he shrieked to Kangin’s dimply conquest. “Heechul already got dibs on that Chinese captain!”
“What are you complaining about?” Heechul retorted. “You got yourself a Chinaman too, right?”
“Kyuhyun stole him!” Sungmin replied.