[FF] Mischief Unmanaged
Title: Mischief Unmanaged
Characters: HenWook, HenHae, HenMin (Henry!centric) + Yesung, Heechul
Genre: Crack
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: Henry realized everything that had been written down was becoming reality. It would have been good if it was a fairy tale, but he got Donghae and Sungmin instead of princesses.
***
He gasped as he quickly pulled himself away from Donghae's teasing lips, untangling the elder's arm that snaked around his neck.
"Shit!" he cursed as he awkwardly ran out of the practice room, leaving a confused Donghae behind. He wiped the sweat trickling down his forehead, still flushing at the memory of Donghae's skin on his own.
His feet brought him to the elevator's doors and pressed the down button, shaking uncontrollably while he waited for the lift to reach the building's ground floor. His heart was skipping wildly as the adrenaline rush went through his circulatory system.
How the fuck did he end up kissing Donghae?
He was just taking a nap on the empty practice room's couch, when he arrived too early for the scheduled rehearsal time. And then...
"I woke up to Donghae hyung's kisses; he was fucking groping me, Sungmin hyung! I never felt so harassed before," he cried dramatically to Sungmin, whom he had managed to find seated inside the company's artist lounge alone, sipping a cup of warm Chinese milk tea.
Sungmin raised his eyebrow and placed his coffee down the side table, bringing his fingers together.
"But you said you kissed him back."
Henry's face turned tomato red, as he stuttered to find himself an answer, looking down the floor and fiddling with his fingers, "I- I..."
"You what?" Sungmin grinned, amused at the sight of the nervous Canadian boy in front of him. He slowly moved his face closer to Henry's, who was seated down his left, inspecting the younger's blushing face.
"I...liked it?" He nervously chuckled as he answered and could not believe the next thing that happened as soon as he looked back to see Sungmin's mischievous eyes.
Sungmin's red lips were suddenly nibbling Henry's half-open mouth. Henry's small eyes went round and wide as he sat still and stiff, not processing why the person he was confiding to about exactly the same matter was suddenly kissing him like a hungry predator.
He was tempted to kiss back; but when he sensed Sungmin's right hand travelling down his pants, he quickly jolted away, pushing Sungmin and then stumbling to stand up and catch his breath.
"Hyung! What the fuck?!" He asked as he wiped his lips with his the right sleeves of his grey fitted shirt.
Sungmin laughed and took another sip of his milk tea, crossing his legs. "We've always wondered what you'd taste like. Donghae beat us to it." Henry watched as Sungmin fixed his side fringe.
"Us?" Henry deadpanned.
Sungmin grinned, enjoying the moment. "Uh huh. Kyu, Hyuk, Hae and me."
"What the hell?! I need not know that hyung!" the Canadian scowled.
"But I'm pretty disappointed you did not even kiss back Henry-ah. I was quite confident I am a better kisser than Donghae," Sungmin stood up not listening to the flustered boy, sensually approaching Henry with the same predatory eyes. "Wanna prove it?"
Henry saw Sungmin bit his lower lip; he ran out of the room before Sungmin got even closer to him.
***
When he was sure he reached a 'safe place,' a.k.a. “away from anyone Sungmin had told him about”, he took the mobile phone from his jean's back pocket and punched in a sequence of numbers in panic, not realizing that he could just easily search for the name in his contacts list.
"Hello?" the voice on the other line answered. Henry almost cried in relief.
"Ryeowook hyung! Come quick in the office!"
"Henry-ah? What's wrong?" Ryeowook asked.
"Everything! Please rescue me before I go insane!"
***
"Now, would you please calm down and tell me everything that you remember prior to Donghae's, umm, incident?" Ryeowook asked, handing Henry a can of soda he got from the nearby vending machine before seating down on the bench and opening his own.
Henry had already told Ryeowook about both kisses or what his elder hyung would like to call it, 'the incidents.' And now, he was trying to remember how the hell all these were suddenly happening.
"Wait..." Henry felt his breathing stop. "Shit hyung! I don't remember anything!"
Henry was up on his feet again, quickly opening the soda with shaking hands and drinking it right away to calm his nerves.
Ryeowook sighed, "Yo man, CALM YO TITS!"
Henry almost splurt the soda on the other but managed to cover his mouth right away. He stared in Ryeowook in disbelief. "Hyung! Where the hell did you learn that English expression?!"
Ryeowook shrugged and pouted, "I heard you say it once."
"I did not!" Henry defended. "Don't say it again. I doubt you even know what tits are..." The last sentence came out like a whisper to himself.
Ryeowook just glared at him.
"Anyway, don't change the topic. I still want you to sit back and remember what you were doing prior to the incidents," the older man crossed his arms, patiently waiting for Henry's answer as he watched the younger boy sat down.
"I was..." Henry's eyebrows furrowed, trying hard to remember where he was, what he was doing. Something was definitely not right here, he just had to piece it all together.
Henry felt a strange sense of déjà vu.
"I was reading fan fiction."
**
Shit. This is way beyond insane.
He narrowed his eyes at the printed copy of fan fictions Yesung e-mailed him from Korea the day before. There were several one-shot titles, all involving Henry and a particular member. Yesung had made it a hobby to send all the members his “monthly fic recommendations”, based on whom he was going to send them to.
Yesung would send Sungmin slut!Min fics, much to the annoyance of the younger guy because he refused to be labeled as such; only to receive rolling eyes from Kyuhyun who actually bribed Yesung to keep sending more to the pink-loving guy because it makes him more interesting in bed. He would send Heechul SiChul or HanChul ones, bonus praises if Heechul is the dominant one; leaving Yesung to complain a lot because not many people write about it, which will make him receive deadly glares from the older one. Eeteuk on the other hand, would read anything KangTeuk or TeukChul, as long it doesn't involve him getting pregnant. And the list of recommendations as per member's preference continues.
As for Henry, he reads himself in any pairing, of any genres -- even smut, gaining him sick smiles from Yesung everytime he bumps into him. It just happened that based on the stories Yesung had sent the Canadian boy, Yesung ships certain Henry pairings harder than others.
Henry skimmed through the pages, looking for the thing that had been bothering him ever since he discovered there was something not right.
After a few more seconds, he found it.
Henry chocked at the realization when he saw the writings of a certain author called 'mochipairs.'
There were the two stories he just read last night - HenHae and HenMin...and both just came true to life.
***
"You are right Henry-ah. You really are insane," Ryeowook declared.
Henry slump down the chair of an empty conference room Ryeowook and he managed to find to avoid eavesdropping people. He buried his face with his palms as the insanity of things hit him.
"You don't understand hyung! It's real! I mean...everything! The details and such, it's freaking scary how accurate every detail was!" Henry mumbled beneath his palms then peeking at Ryeowook's unchanging expression.
"You still don't believe me?!"
Ryeowook sighed, shaking his head slowly. "I don't know Henry-ah, it's too complicated for my limited brain capacity."
"Look Ryeowook hyung, these parts..." Henry pointed out at a sentence on the paper that was on the table, "it says 'practice room,' 'grey shirt,' etc! Everything refers to my incident with Donghae! Even how the writer described how Sungmin hyung's lips tasted like milk tea was correct..."
Ryeowook glared and Henry had a sudden epiphany on what he had just said, waving his arms wildly to signal to his hyung, while blushing hard, "That's not what I meant!"
"Are you sure it's not all in your head?" Ryeowook asked.
"Of course it's all in my head! But that doesn't mean it is not real," Henry answered, a matter-of-factly, then burying his face on his palms again.
Ryeowook let out a soft sound and cleared his throat, "If that's the case, we need to seek professional help. I'll contact--"
"You are not thinking of taking me to Yesung hyung! I am not undergoing his creepy rituals talking about wandering spirits and such ever again!" Henry protested even before Ryeowook could complete his idea.
Ryeowook sighed again, "I was talking about Heechul hyung."
"Like that would make a difference," Henry reluctantly agreed. "I'd be forced to call him 'Heenim' again."
***
Over Skype, they set up an appointment with Heechul who was then out of town for some reasons unknown to them. Henry sat patiently with Ryeowook, waiting for Heechul to sign in. They were using Ryeowook's purple netbook, in which the elder one had always carried with him since it's portable and handy.
Henry noticed as an alert popped up saying that Heechul had just signed in. A few seconds later, he was calling them with a video call.
Heechul's face appeared on the screen, the background seemed like a messy bedroom but Henry couldn't really tell with the bad lighting.
"Speak, thou who sought the great Heenim's assistance," Heechul raised his chin up dramatically on them.
"We have a problem," Henry spoke, clearing his throat before he did.
"Of course you have a problem, or else I wouldn't even waste my time talking to you like this," Heechul answered highly. Henry groaned mentally.
"Henry thinks everything that was written on this certain author's fan fictions were coming true, like a fairy tale," Ryeowook rolled his eyes.
"Not like a fairy tale! Fairytales involve a girl and a boy - a prince and a princess. Boys on boys, Donghae and Sungmin, how could this be a fairy tale?" Henry huffed at Ryeowook who just shrugged him off.
"Yaoi mangas are written like fairytales," Ryeowook remarked.
It was Henry's turn to roll his eyes at Ryeowook and turned back to the screen. "Anyway, hyung, erm, Heenim, have you ever encountered something like this before?"
"No," Heechul raised an eyebrow.
"It's not a common case. The closest experience I've had was when I asked Siwon, or was that Geng, I couldn't remember," the eldest among the three paused for a while, "...and I asked him, whichever of the two, to roleplay this fan fiction's certain smut scene where I cross-dressed as a school girl and he played the teacher and we get it on the de--"
"HYUNG!" Henry shouted, scandalized as he tried to empty his mind of the sudden flashes of disturbing mental images. On the corner of his eyes, he saw Ryeowook blushing profusely.
Heechul grinned sickly, "I thought you'd be interested."
"Not that kind of help, hyung! I want to know how I prevent things like this from happening again! Is it as if there's some kind of sorcery with the girl's writing!" the Canadian exclaimed, bringing himself closer to the webcam, hoping for Heechul to see the desperation in his face, in which the eldest did.
"Alright, I'll help you..." Heechul sighed, "what's the name of the author?"
"Umm, 'mochipairs'," Ryeowook answered for Henry.
Henry watched as Heechul's face frowned. "I told him to stop involving his fics in sorcery."
"Him?" Henry and Ryeowook asked at the same time.
"Oh, you both know him well..."
Henry's jaw dropped at the name that came out of Heechul's mouth.
"Yesung."
***
Henry was ready to kill. But lucky for Yesung, he was also out of town that day. So Henry just silently wished for Yesung's sudden death.
"Hello?" the other line answered.
"YESUNG, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" Henry shouted on the receiver, intentionally dropping the honorifics out of his rage. Beside him, he felt Ryeowook jump a little bit.
"Oww!" Yesung yelped, "That hurts! What the hell is wrong with you Henry-ah?!"
"You fucking casted your stories with sorcery! HenHae and HenMin, don't you dare deny it!" Henry growled, hitting the table with his palm.
"It worked?" Yesung sounded amused, "IT FREAKIN' WORKED!"
He knew Yesung was dancing on the other line. Henry face-palmed while trying to understand the reason he was in the same group with such lowly creatures.
"Yes, it did. Now, listen, I have your beloved turtles by the shell right now. I'm holding them captive. If you play this trick on me again, I swear I'd sell them off a Chinese restaurant and present you steaming turtle soup," Henry threatened as he pretended to grab an imaginary turtle off the company's meeting room.
"No! Please! Not the turtles!" He heard Yesung gasped in panic, "I swear I won't do it again! I'd even burn the sorcery book in front of you if you wish to!"
Henry almost choked. Sorcery book?
"I am a man of my words, Yesung hyung. I hope that you are too," Henry smirked, gaining back his composure, victorious as he stood up to dramatically face the wall behind him, like what villains in soap operas do.
"Yes I am and I will! I promise!"
"Good. I expect that from you hyung," Henry said still grinning slyly.
"Yes! B-but, wait..." Yesung paused, "Did you say that only HenHae and HenMin worked?"
"Only? What do you mean?" Henry's eyebrows furrowed together.
"How about the HenWook one?"
The Canadian stood still, frozen as goosebumps travel all over his body. He dropped his phone on the floor and slowly turned around to face the impending doom.
Ryeowook was stripped down to his boxers, seated on top of the table, batting his eyelashes seductively at him with a kinky grin on his face.
That night, Henry went home limping.
Ryeowook went home triumphant.
And Yesung went home to turtle soup for dinner.
**
A/N: It's official. I love writing Henry. And weirdshipper!Yesung. I love writing crack. I will never get bored of writing them.
And please, no to animal cruelty. Turtles are friends too, not food.
Were you able to spot the Harry Potter reference/s? Good job if you did, you deserve a chocolate frog.
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Characters: HenWook, HenHae, HenMin (Henry!centric) + Yesung, Heechul
Genre: Crack
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: Henry realized everything that had been written down was becoming reality. It would have been good if it was a fairy tale, but he got Donghae and Sungmin instead of princesses.
***
He gasped as he quickly pulled himself away from Donghae's teasing lips, untangling the elder's arm that snaked around his neck.
"Shit!" he cursed as he awkwardly ran out of the practice room, leaving a confused Donghae behind. He wiped the sweat trickling down his forehead, still flushing at the memory of Donghae's skin on his own.
His feet brought him to the elevator's doors and pressed the down button, shaking uncontrollably while he waited for the lift to reach the building's ground floor. His heart was skipping wildly as the adrenaline rush went through his circulatory system.
How the fuck did he end up kissing Donghae?
He was just taking a nap on the empty practice room's couch, when he arrived too early for the scheduled rehearsal time. And then...
"I woke up to Donghae hyung's kisses; he was fucking groping me, Sungmin hyung! I never felt so harassed before," he cried dramatically to Sungmin, whom he had managed to find seated inside the company's artist lounge alone, sipping a cup of warm Chinese milk tea.
Sungmin raised his eyebrow and placed his coffee down the side table, bringing his fingers together.
"But you said you kissed him back."
Henry's face turned tomato red, as he stuttered to find himself an answer, looking down the floor and fiddling with his fingers, "I- I..."
"You what?" Sungmin grinned, amused at the sight of the nervous Canadian boy in front of him. He slowly moved his face closer to Henry's, who was seated down his left, inspecting the younger's blushing face.
"I...liked it?" He nervously chuckled as he answered and could not believe the next thing that happened as soon as he looked back to see Sungmin's mischievous eyes.
Sungmin's red lips were suddenly nibbling Henry's half-open mouth. Henry's small eyes went round and wide as he sat still and stiff, not processing why the person he was confiding to about exactly the same matter was suddenly kissing him like a hungry predator.
He was tempted to kiss back; but when he sensed Sungmin's right hand travelling down his pants, he quickly jolted away, pushing Sungmin and then stumbling to stand up and catch his breath.
"Hyung! What the fuck?!" He asked as he wiped his lips with his the right sleeves of his grey fitted shirt.
Sungmin laughed and took another sip of his milk tea, crossing his legs. "We've always wondered what you'd taste like. Donghae beat us to it." Henry watched as Sungmin fixed his side fringe.
"Us?" Henry deadpanned.
Sungmin grinned, enjoying the moment. "Uh huh. Kyu, Hyuk, Hae and me."
"What the hell?! I need not know that hyung!" the Canadian scowled.
"But I'm pretty disappointed you did not even kiss back Henry-ah. I was quite confident I am a better kisser than Donghae," Sungmin stood up not listening to the flustered boy, sensually approaching Henry with the same predatory eyes. "Wanna prove it?"
Henry saw Sungmin bit his lower lip; he ran out of the room before Sungmin got even closer to him.
***
When he was sure he reached a 'safe place,' a.k.a. “away from anyone Sungmin had told him about”, he took the mobile phone from his jean's back pocket and punched in a sequence of numbers in panic, not realizing that he could just easily search for the name in his contacts list.
"Hello?" the voice on the other line answered. Henry almost cried in relief.
"Ryeowook hyung! Come quick in the office!"
"Henry-ah? What's wrong?" Ryeowook asked.
"Everything! Please rescue me before I go insane!"
***
"Now, would you please calm down and tell me everything that you remember prior to Donghae's, umm, incident?" Ryeowook asked, handing Henry a can of soda he got from the nearby vending machine before seating down on the bench and opening his own.
Henry had already told Ryeowook about both kisses or what his elder hyung would like to call it, 'the incidents.' And now, he was trying to remember how the hell all these were suddenly happening.
"Wait..." Henry felt his breathing stop. "Shit hyung! I don't remember anything!"
Henry was up on his feet again, quickly opening the soda with shaking hands and drinking it right away to calm his nerves.
Ryeowook sighed, "Yo man, CALM YO TITS!"
Henry almost splurt the soda on the other but managed to cover his mouth right away. He stared in Ryeowook in disbelief. "Hyung! Where the hell did you learn that English expression?!"
Ryeowook shrugged and pouted, "I heard you say it once."
"I did not!" Henry defended. "Don't say it again. I doubt you even know what tits are..." The last sentence came out like a whisper to himself.
Ryeowook just glared at him.
"Anyway, don't change the topic. I still want you to sit back and remember what you were doing prior to the incidents," the older man crossed his arms, patiently waiting for Henry's answer as he watched the younger boy sat down.
"I was..." Henry's eyebrows furrowed, trying hard to remember where he was, what he was doing. Something was definitely not right here, he just had to piece it all together.
Henry felt a strange sense of déjà vu.
"I was reading fan fiction."
**
Shit. This is way beyond insane.
He narrowed his eyes at the printed copy of fan fictions Yesung e-mailed him from Korea the day before. There were several one-shot titles, all involving Henry and a particular member. Yesung had made it a hobby to send all the members his “monthly fic recommendations”, based on whom he was going to send them to.
Yesung would send Sungmin slut!Min fics, much to the annoyance of the younger guy because he refused to be labeled as such; only to receive rolling eyes from Kyuhyun who actually bribed Yesung to keep sending more to the pink-loving guy because it makes him more interesting in bed. He would send Heechul SiChul or HanChul ones, bonus praises if Heechul is the dominant one; leaving Yesung to complain a lot because not many people write about it, which will make him receive deadly glares from the older one. Eeteuk on the other hand, would read anything KangTeuk or TeukChul, as long it doesn't involve him getting pregnant. And the list of recommendations as per member's preference continues.
As for Henry, he reads himself in any pairing, of any genres -- even smut, gaining him sick smiles from Yesung everytime he bumps into him. It just happened that based on the stories Yesung had sent the Canadian boy, Yesung ships certain Henry pairings harder than others.
Henry skimmed through the pages, looking for the thing that had been bothering him ever since he discovered there was something not right.
After a few more seconds, he found it.
Henry chocked at the realization when he saw the writings of a certain author called 'mochipairs.'
There were the two stories he just read last night - HenHae and HenMin...and both just came true to life.
***
"You are right Henry-ah. You really are insane," Ryeowook declared.
Henry slump down the chair of an empty conference room Ryeowook and he managed to find to avoid eavesdropping people. He buried his face with his palms as the insanity of things hit him.
"You don't understand hyung! It's real! I mean...everything! The details and such, it's freaking scary how accurate every detail was!" Henry mumbled beneath his palms then peeking at Ryeowook's unchanging expression.
"You still don't believe me?!"
Ryeowook sighed, shaking his head slowly. "I don't know Henry-ah, it's too complicated for my limited brain capacity."
"Look Ryeowook hyung, these parts..." Henry pointed out at a sentence on the paper that was on the table, "it says 'practice room,' 'grey shirt,' etc! Everything refers to my incident with Donghae! Even how the writer described how Sungmin hyung's lips tasted like milk tea was correct..."
Ryeowook glared and Henry had a sudden epiphany on what he had just said, waving his arms wildly to signal to his hyung, while blushing hard, "That's not what I meant!"
"Are you sure it's not all in your head?" Ryeowook asked.
"Of course it's all in my head! But that doesn't mean it is not real," Henry answered, a matter-of-factly, then burying his face on his palms again.
Ryeowook let out a soft sound and cleared his throat, "If that's the case, we need to seek professional help. I'll contact--"
"You are not thinking of taking me to Yesung hyung! I am not undergoing his creepy rituals talking about wandering spirits and such ever again!" Henry protested even before Ryeowook could complete his idea.
Ryeowook sighed again, "I was talking about Heechul hyung."
"Like that would make a difference," Henry reluctantly agreed. "I'd be forced to call him 'Heenim' again."
***
Over Skype, they set up an appointment with Heechul who was then out of town for some reasons unknown to them. Henry sat patiently with Ryeowook, waiting for Heechul to sign in. They were using Ryeowook's purple netbook, in which the elder one had always carried with him since it's portable and handy.
Henry noticed as an alert popped up saying that Heechul had just signed in. A few seconds later, he was calling them with a video call.
Heechul's face appeared on the screen, the background seemed like a messy bedroom but Henry couldn't really tell with the bad lighting.
"Speak, thou who sought the great Heenim's assistance," Heechul raised his chin up dramatically on them.
"We have a problem," Henry spoke, clearing his throat before he did.
"Of course you have a problem, or else I wouldn't even waste my time talking to you like this," Heechul answered highly. Henry groaned mentally.
"Henry thinks everything that was written on this certain author's fan fictions were coming true, like a fairy tale," Ryeowook rolled his eyes.
"Not like a fairy tale! Fairytales involve a girl and a boy - a prince and a princess. Boys on boys, Donghae and Sungmin, how could this be a fairy tale?" Henry huffed at Ryeowook who just shrugged him off.
"Yaoi mangas are written like fairytales," Ryeowook remarked.
It was Henry's turn to roll his eyes at Ryeowook and turned back to the screen. "Anyway, hyung, erm, Heenim, have you ever encountered something like this before?"
"No," Heechul raised an eyebrow.
"It's not a common case. The closest experience I've had was when I asked Siwon, or was that Geng, I couldn't remember," the eldest among the three paused for a while, "...and I asked him, whichever of the two, to roleplay this fan fiction's certain smut scene where I cross-dressed as a school girl and he played the teacher and we get it on the de--"
"HYUNG!" Henry shouted, scandalized as he tried to empty his mind of the sudden flashes of disturbing mental images. On the corner of his eyes, he saw Ryeowook blushing profusely.
Heechul grinned sickly, "I thought you'd be interested."
"Not that kind of help, hyung! I want to know how I prevent things like this from happening again! Is it as if there's some kind of sorcery with the girl's writing!" the Canadian exclaimed, bringing himself closer to the webcam, hoping for Heechul to see the desperation in his face, in which the eldest did.
"Alright, I'll help you..." Heechul sighed, "what's the name of the author?"
"Umm, 'mochipairs'," Ryeowook answered for Henry.
Henry watched as Heechul's face frowned. "I told him to stop involving his fics in sorcery."
"Him?" Henry and Ryeowook asked at the same time.
"Oh, you both know him well..."
Henry's jaw dropped at the name that came out of Heechul's mouth.
"Yesung."
***
Henry was ready to kill. But lucky for Yesung, he was also out of town that day. So Henry just silently wished for Yesung's sudden death.
"Hello?" the other line answered.
"YESUNG, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" Henry shouted on the receiver, intentionally dropping the honorifics out of his rage. Beside him, he felt Ryeowook jump a little bit.
"Oww!" Yesung yelped, "That hurts! What the hell is wrong with you Henry-ah?!"
"You fucking casted your stories with sorcery! HenHae and HenMin, don't you dare deny it!" Henry growled, hitting the table with his palm.
"It worked?" Yesung sounded amused, "IT FREAKIN' WORKED!"
He knew Yesung was dancing on the other line. Henry face-palmed while trying to understand the reason he was in the same group with such lowly creatures.
"Yes, it did. Now, listen, I have your beloved turtles by the shell right now. I'm holding them captive. If you play this trick on me again, I swear I'd sell them off a Chinese restaurant and present you steaming turtle soup," Henry threatened as he pretended to grab an imaginary turtle off the company's meeting room.
"No! Please! Not the turtles!" He heard Yesung gasped in panic, "I swear I won't do it again! I'd even burn the sorcery book in front of you if you wish to!"
Henry almost choked. Sorcery book?
"I am a man of my words, Yesung hyung. I hope that you are too," Henry smirked, gaining back his composure, victorious as he stood up to dramatically face the wall behind him, like what villains in soap operas do.
"Yes I am and I will! I promise!"
"Good. I expect that from you hyung," Henry said still grinning slyly.
"Yes! B-but, wait..." Yesung paused, "Did you say that only HenHae and HenMin worked?"
"Only? What do you mean?" Henry's eyebrows furrowed together.
"How about the HenWook one?"
The Canadian stood still, frozen as goosebumps travel all over his body. He dropped his phone on the floor and slowly turned around to face the impending doom.
Ryeowook was stripped down to his boxers, seated on top of the table, batting his eyelashes seductively at him with a kinky grin on his face.
That night, Henry went home limping.
Ryeowook went home triumphant.
And Yesung went home to turtle soup for dinner.
**
A/N: It's official. I love writing Henry. And weirdshipper!Yesung. I love writing crack. I will never get bored of writing them.
And please, no to animal cruelty. Turtles are friends too, not food.
Were you able to spot the Harry Potter reference/s? Good job if you did, you deserve a chocolate frog.
Call this part my shameless promotion: The first chapter of the SiHanChul fic should be up some time soon(?), as long as someone beta reads it for me. OTL mara_ciro (the Clara who never comments in my fics because she always get to read every thing first and is used to inserting random comments during the revision process lol) might remain busy for the next few weeks, so I'm not so sure. I might need a substitute beta reader? OTL She still managed to do this one for me at least. So yay, thanks again bb!
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