[SJ] KyuWook: Magnae Faceoff
Title: Magnae Faceoff
Pairing: Kyuwook & Henwook (implied!KiHae)
Rating: G
Genre: Humor/Romance
Status: Complete (2/2)
Summary: It’s a battle between magnaes, and the prize? The Eternal Magnae of course.
An Epilogue will be posted :D
MAGNAE FACEOFF
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This is not happening, this is not happening-all hell could freeze over and I still don’t believe this is happening, the evil ex-magnae paced around their living quarters; head down, palms sweaty and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. It’s been an hour (an hour, three minutes and 28 seconds, as Kyuhyun counted) since the little ball of sunshine that is Ryeowook had sentenced him to the silent treatment. ‘Why?’ you ask, mainly because their cute, sweet little baby Henry had told their sunbae he was ‘sad’ and that he ‘misses’ Canada-all Kyuhyun had thought then was: why that maniacal cunning little brat! And now here he was burning tracks across the wooden floors staring longingly at two’s wooden door, yes a door.
“Kyu-ah! Would you stand still, it’s getting really tiring just watching you pace back and forth like that!” for the first time in the duration of their stay, it was Lee Donghae’s first words to him. It wasn’t like his hyung to be so quiet-in fact, a quiet Donghae could mean the apocalypse the next day-so instead of nodding his head like he should, in respect, he handled it quite differently.
“I can’t stand still hyung!” his voice a little strained; because “what would two people do inside a room filled with nothing but a bed and their own bathroom, huh?! What else could they do but that hyung! That!” in the midst of his outburst, he stopped moving around and could pretty much guess Donghae wasn’t the only one listening to his speech.
The lead dancer just shook his head, snickering he said (with a very amused tone at that), “Ya, Kyuhyun... whatever that is, I’m not really sure. But you do know you don’t have the right to say anything about it. Hmmm?” the evil magnae drops his temper, and slides down-back against the door.
The only thing he was thinking about was how Ryeowook was fairing against that too-cute-to-resist baby member of theirs. This isn’t how I planned it; definitely not how I planned it, his head was shoved to his hands. A light pat coming into contact with his back, he knew Donghae wouldn’t let his frustration slide (nope not, caring, sensitive Lee Donghae).
“Ya, Kyu-ah... what’s really going on?”
With a long sigh the game-addict gave in to the prodding; besides after his emotional evocated speech, the dangers of him screaming ownership of what should be his is inevitably near in the future-if he doesn’t talk it out. “Ne... Hyung, have you ever liked somebody-“ he stopped, abruptly: no one ever finds out about it, it rang closely at his ear. “-never mind. This is boring-“
Donghae waved a hand at him, urging him to continue, “No, no, no! It’s cool. It’s not like guys can’t talk out feelings, ne?” ruffling his dongsaeng’s curly mop of a hair. A smile appeared on his face, staring absentmindedly at the empty wall. He side-glances at Kyuhyun, making sure the magnae was at least listening, “I’m guessing... Ryeowook?” the evil Cho Kyuhyun’s evil smirk was slowly turning into a genuine smile, at what? The sound of the eternal magnae’s name? Apparently Donghae landed on gold.
“Ya! Donghae-hyung! It’s not like that!” Kyuhyun whines shoving his head deeper into his hands; his sunbae only heard murmurs of what seem like ‘it’s not like that, it’s not’. Usually he was the one directly out of the question to ask when this issue comes up, but his timing and curiosity (and because he was annoyed with Kyuhyun’s pacing) is what got him into the situation, and so he thought: why not finish it?
He nudges for the younger to shut up, still chuckling while he starts to speak: “You’re lucky Kyu-ah, you know that? I only see the person I like... every so and so... it’s not like I could crash his shooting every time-“
“-I really think it’s possible for you to crash it.”
Donghae shot him a glare, “-ANYWAY, look: our family was divided into a lot of groups, Super Junior -M, KRY, H and T... but no matter where you are look who’s always conveniently with you?” True enough Kyuhyun never really thought much of the management’s distribution of members in the sub-groups, but when Donghae brought the subject up-there really was ONE member always constantly beside him. Just the thought of it made him smile, “But with me... I have to endure months, and for what? Ten-minute phone calls.”
The sudden silence made the older look at Kyuhyun; the younger gave off a soft grunt while saying with a smug smile, “Kibum?” a nod, “Kibum.” He repeated, this time as a statement.
Kyuhyun was about to poke fun at him, when the door finally opens; revealing a more than annoyed Ryeowook excusing himself from the human barricade he and Donghae had formed. Kyuhyun stood up quickly; planning to jump at the opportunity-when pale white hands grabbed his wrist. Their baby Mochi had made him lose his sight on Ryeowook (much to his dismay).
Henry smiles sweetly at both of his hyungs and heads for the other way from Ryeowook; he twirls around last minute and made eye-contact with his Giu Xian-ge, saying: “33 points, Ge, beat that!”
It echoed 33 points-to him, all his head interpreted was “He didn’t kiss him!” funny, he thought; he could have sworn he actually heard someone scream his exact thought WITH a highly perfect imitation of his voice. The idea that he, himself was the one screaming was never (and will never be) registered inside his head. Now that his consciousness and many other worries are shut down, he happily heads for the kitchen to where his hyung was.
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“Wookie-ah!” he slides to the counter, gracefully leaning forward with his hand to his chin and eyes to his target. A sinister smile landing on his lips immediately; Ryeowook’s face brightens at the sight of the evil magnae’s smirk. The eternal magnae smiles at him, which he returned with an amused smile of his own-making the older of the two laugh. That’s a glance, smile AND laugh all at once-so... that’s 10! This only made his smile wider.
“Ya! Kyuhyun! What’s gotten you into a good mood, ne?” the other teases, blushing at the excessive smiling. Because to him, to Kim Ryeowook, Cho Kyuhyun was known for his dark prince smirk-not his knight in shining armor smile, but who was he to complain? Honestly, he kind of liked it. Liked to the point of staring too much; averting his eyes to the side, covering his little mishap with a laugh.
17, “Nothing hyung, I’m just really looking forward to today’s shooting.” he pulls on a high kitchen stool, sitting on it he watched as Ryeowook fixed them something to eat. Was it automatic? He began to wonder as Ryeowook hums a melody while preparing what looks like a cookie batter, does he always do stuff for us without us saying?
A grimace began to drench the smile of his and with a sorry tone he says, “Ne... Ryeowookie, I’ll do it-I can bake now,” Lies. He heads to where his staggering sunbae was, gently easing away the whisk from the other’s small lithe hand, the other hand nudging softly at Ryeowook’s waist to move over. “Wookie-ah, please?”
It was then that Ryeowook’s alarm went off, Kyuhyun using ‘please’-something was wrong in this picture! His hand shoots back at the whisk; subconsciously grabbing onto the evil magnae’s hand. His brown eyes filled with confusion, came eye-to-eye with equally confused eyes “I’ll... do it, its fine...” he whispers but Kyuhyun could be stubborn (to heck with that), Kyuhyun IS stubborn and so...
With a forceful yank he pestered Ryeowook to let him handle it, “Ryeowook-hyung,” the said person just glared at the sudden honorific used in addressing him. Kyuhyun returned the glare with a rare genuine smile, melting the annoyance the other had for him, following that annoyance (to disappearing) was his self-control: “Just this once, let me be the one that cares for you, alright Ryeowook?”
“A-araso...” A flustered but happy reply came, and had been sealed sweetly by a hug from the eternal magnae. Sure the cookies were half-burnt and Ryeowook had the urge to redo the whole thing, but one look at his dongsaeng and he momentarily forgot that cookies were not supposed to be brittle and as bitter as that tea from EHB.
Kyuhyun felt a little guilty, presenting Ryeowook with indecent sorry excuse for pastries-but that’s his honest to goodness best. He could tell that the smile Ryeowook was giving him was half-hearted, and that he can act like he was eating the best dish in the world... but that’s just it, he’s acting. For some unknown reason Kyuhyun felt a little stab to his pride right there. He clears his mind and continued to count: 31.
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“Li Xu-ge!” Ryeowook looks up from his Hangul - Pinyin notes, looking at very bright gleaming with happiness eyes that only belonged to their Mochi. He kept his eyes locked on the boy; Henry pouts. “Gege, why aren’t you smiling?” he says in a whine.
Ryeowook took this cue to flash that sweet smile of his, “... Ne, don’t sound like that--it was your fault, “he pouts. “If I didn’t fall off the chair...” he slowly bows his head hiding the laugh that was threatening to burst. Henry, the observant magnae noticed the sudden pause. He rounds from his position, going in front of the chuckling ball of laughter that was his hyung. Dropping down to his knees, he waits patiently as Ryeowook finally gets a hold of himself.
“Ah, Geez... Why do you have to be so adorable?” his English perfectly accented, a face full with a silly grin. Henry knew that the other didn’t understand a single word he had said, which only made him smirk: Kyuhyun-hyung has his voice; well I have my multilingual capabilities. “Mianhae, you didn’t understand right?”
Ryeowook nods, with a gleam in the eternal magnae’s eyes he pleads, “Henli, what did you say?” Right there and then Henry had cursed himself with the thoroughly piqued Kim Ryeowook.
“It’s nothing hyung!” Now to test his curiosity, he smiles to himself when he saw Ryeowook drop his notes to the side and sits beside him. He shifts his posture, for them to be face to face, “Really it’s nothing!”
Ryeowook shook his head, smiling he said: “Ne... then just teach me English, I wanted to be good at it like Kibum, Donghae-hyung got better because Kibummie and him are close-“ to be honest, the magnae was talking more and more about his hyung’s English lesson with the actor, but Henry was too zoned out on the other’s face that his focus was far from present. The young violinist kept thinking: why is Kyuhyun-hyung so overprotective of Ryeowook-hyung, I mean I know they’re close friends and all. But I think that’s unfair, does he think me and Ryeowook-hyung can’t be partners cause we’re not as close as them, but Ryeowook always, ALWAYS stands up for me... now that’s weird, why is he looking at me like that... wait, did I just-“Henli! You could say that I’m boring you, instead of not paying attention!”
His thoughts were: “Oh shit.” he, instead, blurts out-aggravating the situation even more. He wanted to open his mouth, to apologize, say something, make Ryeowook not eat his head off-anything! But the constant hold on his still mouth was the thought of making the scene worse. He’s heard of incredible stories of patience about the eternal magnae; he never does get angry, just a little annoyed-but it goes away in ten measly seconds so that doesn’t count. But he had a slight feeling he won’t be forgiven that easily.
Clutching his pants tightly, he readied himself for the impact; “Yah! Henli, are you going to teach me or not?” he looks up: Ryeowook holding a piece of paper and a ballpen (ready to take notes), and with an easy going smile on his face.
Without even noticing his face lights up too, “Y-yeah! What do you want to know?”
Henry’s end point count: 33, plus 39...
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Kyuhyun is dreading personified. He paced, scowled, and threatened everyone in SJ-M knew something was obviously bothering the evil magnae. And though when asked all the brunet would answer is ‘tch’ and ‘nothing’. At the start of the game he was quite sure of winning, it was in his nature to play AND win games-imagine his shock when Henry kept getting in his way and spoiling his evil plans. This exactly is his problem.
How do I get around Ryeowook when that little brat is always around?! Since when have they been so close-YAH! That’s not important Kyuhyun, what’s important is you win. “Don’t concern yourself with mindless things like when and why and how Ryeowook got close to Henry,” he mutters and right after that, he heard a clap and an ‘ah’ with an intonation of realization.
The evil magnae’s one thought: I’m screwed.
“Kyuhyunnie-ah! Donghae tackles him from behind,” laughing while he mentally kicks himself to the land of self-regret. “That’s why you’re so paranoid lately; it’s because of Wookie-ah?” Donghae’s intentions were good, in fact they were to the best of his conscience’s interest. But really, saying that statement at the midst of where the open door where Henry and Ryeowook were is not the best place to say it.
“Hyung-ah! Sssh!!” his hand shoots up immediately over Donghae’s mouth, “They’re right there!” oh how much he prayed to God that they didn’t hear a word come out of Donghae’s mouth, or the muffled chuckles he was currently giving off. Unfortunately praying, as Kyuhyun now sees it, is useless when it comes to these things.
“Donghae-hyung, were you looking for me?” Ryeowook asks, leaning on the door frame where Kyuhyun and Donghae were inches away. The one being muffled was doing his best with to communicate with him through unofficial sign language-which, to Kyuhyun’s luck, wasn’t working. “Eh... hyung, I don’t understand, what does this mean?” he tried to copy the Donghae’s signals.
“Ryeowook-hyung, what did Donghae-hyung want?” Henry calls out, appearing behind Ryeowook and casually wrapping his arms around the eternal magnae’s waist.
Cho Kyuhyun did not like this one bit. He lets go of Donghae (which still rolled along the floor with laughter), walks closer to Ryeowook and stares him down. With a mix of confusion, anger, sadness, doubt, and a lot more he lets out a sigh. “Wookie-ah...” he could care less if this was going to ruin their friendship, or make them awkward, or if it’s against the rules-all he’s current concern now is tearing Henry away from his Ryeowook, “...Mianhae.”
With a grimace, he steps away and heads for his room, “Kyu-ah! Kyu-ah!” he heard him call. Inside the evil magnae’s mind was loud victorious cheering: just like I planned. But, although he did plan getting Henry off of Ryeowook like that; the emotions showing on his face were real. He did feel confused, jealous and all; maybe it was because he always thought that Ryeowook liked him. He never saw the boy as more than a best friend, but recently he’s been having second thoughts.
Ryeowook reaches for his arm, holding it tightly; “Kyu-ah, ne... talk to me, what’s wrong?” Kyuhyun shook his head, giving the boy a false smile before shrugging his hold off. “...but, Kyu-ah.” He heard Ryeowook whine.
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A few minutes later, Ryeowook was inconsolable and was busying himself to the confines of their studio kitchen. Nobody could cook up such fantastic tasting ‘guilt’ food, that everyone in SJ-M had slightly wished whatever Ryeowook was guilty about was never cleared up-BUT only slightly, of course they wanted their eternal magnae to smile like before. Everyone came at least twice to eat Ryeowook’s guilt-cookies, and brownies-everyone, except for Kyuhyun.
Ryeowook sighs, “Hankyung-hyung, do you want butterscotch or dark chocolate?” he immediately spots their leader walking towards the plates of brownies. Hankyung scratches his head and points at the butterscotch ones, which Ryeowook pushes forward for him to dive in on.
Sitting on one of the stools (while eating brownies), “Ryeowookie-ah, you have to stop this.” He says while munching on his fourth piece. Ryeowook raises his brow, as to say ‘stop what?’, “Stop this!” he points at the fattening piece of innocent pastry, “Wookie-ah, did you and Kyuhyun have a fight?”
He stutters, “Why... doesn’t it taste good?” and continues to stubbornly avoid the topic. Hangeng gave him the look, and with a saddened sigh he gives up. “I don’t know hyung. Kyuhyun just went up to me and apologized... and you know how he is, HE does not apologize at all if it wasn’t a big thing.”
“Yeah, especially to you-I never thought I’d hear of the day Kyuhyun apologizes to you.” He chuckles lightly; Ryeowook did not find it a tiny bit amusing. “Uhm... well... what happened, Ryeowook?”
He sinks his head, “I thought we were getting along fine today, he helped me with the first batch of cookies you know.” To which Hangeng saw to the side near the trash bin; evidence. “He was being nice too; he said ‘please’ hyung, ‘please’! really.”
“Maybe he really did something wrong-“
“-Hyung, if starts now to get guilty with all of the things he did to me, I think that’s a little too late to be guilty, it has to be something else.” He protests, lifting himself up and on to the counter, sitting.
Hangeng shook his head, pushing the cleared plate away and grabbing another, “You never got mad at him once, argued, but not mad. Maybe that’s why, you’re too nice for him.” That evil magnae-beating me at Starcraft, bitter thoughts flooded the leader’s mind. “Ya! Whatever it is Ryeowookie-ah, its Kyuhyun’s fault!”
The vocalist merely gave a second to stare at him, and then broke out into laughing. He couldn’t blame Hangeng, Kyuhyun pretty much covered every little witty thing to do around all of them and it didn’t surprise him that some annoyed their hyungs. Somehow, at the back of his mind he started to ask himself: ‘how come I never get annoyed with him?’ All Ryeowook would do was complain and act like it absolutely bothered him, but Kyuhyun sees through that act and STILL continues to bother him, which although he would like to deny it, puts a smile on his face.
After the exit of Hangeng, Henry came in with a rather grand entrance: “Ryeowookie-hyung! Do you have more cookies?!” he plops himself on the stool Hangeng was and smiled sweetly at the chef. “Ne... Ryeowookie-ah, these cookies are delicious you must be in a good mood?”
Ryeowook smiles slightly before letting out a low ‘groan’, “I could be better...” he sulks. Henry spotting the rare opportunity of comforting the sulking Ryeowook, mentally thanked destiny that he walked in at the kitchen. He pushes the brownies away and tried to focus on the reason of Ryeowook’s melancholy.
Henry was feeling pretty good about himself; comforting Ryeowook, beating the Game Master at a game-luck might have been on his side all along. He was feeling the inevitable win, and being a good friend to the first person who was nice to him in the group Super Junior. Everything would have been perfect, hadn’t Ryeowook said his reason for a despondent afternoon.
“Kyuhyun.” The eternal magnae whispers, “I think I said something wrong, or did something... I don’t know how to act around him all of the sudden.”
“Why?” Henry blurts out, a little more forceful with his tone. “He just said ‘sorry’ right? What’s wrong with that?” he adds. Unbeknownst to him, a grimace was already appearing under his nose. He had to admit, he was getting jealous with the time Ryeowook spent just thinking about what he did wrong to Kyuhyun.
“What do you think I did?” he asks, breaking the looming silence; and also because he couldn’t answer the other’s question. “Maybe it’s something terrible, and forgetting only made it worst.” Ryeowook shoved his face to his cupped hands, mumbling incoherent words to it.
Although the competition wasn’t finished, and he had leading points to assure his victory-technically, which only made it hurt more. He knew when he saw the distraught of Kyuhyun not to talking to Ryeowook brought; he really had no chance to begin with (kiss or point system). He is happy seeing that he could still talk to the eternal magnae comfortably, even if he, himself found out something growing from that friendship. But that’s only for him, obviously someone already has won over that heart Ryeowook constantly shows.
So in the middle of Ryeowook’s mindless incoherent mumbles; “I don’t think you did anything wrong, you can’t do anything wrong.” He interrupts. “You never do.”
To which Ryeowook could only stare, and Henry could only bashfully leave the scene.
Pairing: Kyuwook & Henwook (implied!KiHae)
Rating: G
Genre: Humor/Romance
Status: Complete (2/2)
Summary: It’s a battle between magnaes, and the prize? The Eternal Magnae of course.
An Epilogue will be posted :D
MAGNAE FACEOFF
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This is not happening, this is not happening-all hell could freeze over and I still don’t believe this is happening, the evil ex-magnae paced around their living quarters; head down, palms sweaty and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. It’s been an hour (an hour, three minutes and 28 seconds, as Kyuhyun counted) since the little ball of sunshine that is Ryeowook had sentenced him to the silent treatment. ‘Why?’ you ask, mainly because their cute, sweet little baby Henry had told their sunbae he was ‘sad’ and that he ‘misses’ Canada-all Kyuhyun had thought then was: why that maniacal cunning little brat! And now here he was burning tracks across the wooden floors staring longingly at two’s wooden door, yes a door.
“Kyu-ah! Would you stand still, it’s getting really tiring just watching you pace back and forth like that!” for the first time in the duration of their stay, it was Lee Donghae’s first words to him. It wasn’t like his hyung to be so quiet-in fact, a quiet Donghae could mean the apocalypse the next day-so instead of nodding his head like he should, in respect, he handled it quite differently.
“I can’t stand still hyung!” his voice a little strained; because “what would two people do inside a room filled with nothing but a bed and their own bathroom, huh?! What else could they do but that hyung! That!” in the midst of his outburst, he stopped moving around and could pretty much guess Donghae wasn’t the only one listening to his speech.
The lead dancer just shook his head, snickering he said (with a very amused tone at that), “Ya, Kyuhyun... whatever that is, I’m not really sure. But you do know you don’t have the right to say anything about it. Hmmm?” the evil magnae drops his temper, and slides down-back against the door.
The only thing he was thinking about was how Ryeowook was fairing against that too-cute-to-resist baby member of theirs. This isn’t how I planned it; definitely not how I planned it, his head was shoved to his hands. A light pat coming into contact with his back, he knew Donghae wouldn’t let his frustration slide (nope not, caring, sensitive Lee Donghae).
“Ya, Kyu-ah... what’s really going on?”
With a long sigh the game-addict gave in to the prodding; besides after his emotional evocated speech, the dangers of him screaming ownership of what should be his is inevitably near in the future-if he doesn’t talk it out. “Ne... Hyung, have you ever liked somebody-“ he stopped, abruptly: no one ever finds out about it, it rang closely at his ear. “-never mind. This is boring-“
Donghae waved a hand at him, urging him to continue, “No, no, no! It’s cool. It’s not like guys can’t talk out feelings, ne?” ruffling his dongsaeng’s curly mop of a hair. A smile appeared on his face, staring absentmindedly at the empty wall. He side-glances at Kyuhyun, making sure the magnae was at least listening, “I’m guessing... Ryeowook?” the evil Cho Kyuhyun’s evil smirk was slowly turning into a genuine smile, at what? The sound of the eternal magnae’s name? Apparently Donghae landed on gold.
“Ya! Donghae-hyung! It’s not like that!” Kyuhyun whines shoving his head deeper into his hands; his sunbae only heard murmurs of what seem like ‘it’s not like that, it’s not’. Usually he was the one directly out of the question to ask when this issue comes up, but his timing and curiosity (and because he was annoyed with Kyuhyun’s pacing) is what got him into the situation, and so he thought: why not finish it?
He nudges for the younger to shut up, still chuckling while he starts to speak: “You’re lucky Kyu-ah, you know that? I only see the person I like... every so and so... it’s not like I could crash his shooting every time-“
“-I really think it’s possible for you to crash it.”
Donghae shot him a glare, “-ANYWAY, look: our family was divided into a lot of groups, Super Junior -M, KRY, H and T... but no matter where you are look who’s always conveniently with you?” True enough Kyuhyun never really thought much of the management’s distribution of members in the sub-groups, but when Donghae brought the subject up-there really was ONE member always constantly beside him. Just the thought of it made him smile, “But with me... I have to endure months, and for what? Ten-minute phone calls.”
The sudden silence made the older look at Kyuhyun; the younger gave off a soft grunt while saying with a smug smile, “Kibum?” a nod, “Kibum.” He repeated, this time as a statement.
Kyuhyun was about to poke fun at him, when the door finally opens; revealing a more than annoyed Ryeowook excusing himself from the human barricade he and Donghae had formed. Kyuhyun stood up quickly; planning to jump at the opportunity-when pale white hands grabbed his wrist. Their baby Mochi had made him lose his sight on Ryeowook (much to his dismay).
Henry smiles sweetly at both of his hyungs and heads for the other way from Ryeowook; he twirls around last minute and made eye-contact with his Giu Xian-ge, saying: “33 points, Ge, beat that!”
It echoed 33 points-to him, all his head interpreted was “He didn’t kiss him!” funny, he thought; he could have sworn he actually heard someone scream his exact thought WITH a highly perfect imitation of his voice. The idea that he, himself was the one screaming was never (and will never be) registered inside his head. Now that his consciousness and many other worries are shut down, he happily heads for the kitchen to where his hyung was.
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“Wookie-ah!” he slides to the counter, gracefully leaning forward with his hand to his chin and eyes to his target. A sinister smile landing on his lips immediately; Ryeowook’s face brightens at the sight of the evil magnae’s smirk. The eternal magnae smiles at him, which he returned with an amused smile of his own-making the older of the two laugh. That’s a glance, smile AND laugh all at once-so... that’s 10! This only made his smile wider.
“Ya! Kyuhyun! What’s gotten you into a good mood, ne?” the other teases, blushing at the excessive smiling. Because to him, to Kim Ryeowook, Cho Kyuhyun was known for his dark prince smirk-not his knight in shining armor smile, but who was he to complain? Honestly, he kind of liked it. Liked to the point of staring too much; averting his eyes to the side, covering his little mishap with a laugh.
17, “Nothing hyung, I’m just really looking forward to today’s shooting.” he pulls on a high kitchen stool, sitting on it he watched as Ryeowook fixed them something to eat. Was it automatic? He began to wonder as Ryeowook hums a melody while preparing what looks like a cookie batter, does he always do stuff for us without us saying?
A grimace began to drench the smile of his and with a sorry tone he says, “Ne... Ryeowookie, I’ll do it-I can bake now,” Lies. He heads to where his staggering sunbae was, gently easing away the whisk from the other’s small lithe hand, the other hand nudging softly at Ryeowook’s waist to move over. “Wookie-ah, please?”
It was then that Ryeowook’s alarm went off, Kyuhyun using ‘please’-something was wrong in this picture! His hand shoots back at the whisk; subconsciously grabbing onto the evil magnae’s hand. His brown eyes filled with confusion, came eye-to-eye with equally confused eyes “I’ll... do it, its fine...” he whispers but Kyuhyun could be stubborn (to heck with that), Kyuhyun IS stubborn and so...
With a forceful yank he pestered Ryeowook to let him handle it, “Ryeowook-hyung,” the said person just glared at the sudden honorific used in addressing him. Kyuhyun returned the glare with a rare genuine smile, melting the annoyance the other had for him, following that annoyance (to disappearing) was his self-control: “Just this once, let me be the one that cares for you, alright Ryeowook?”
“A-araso...” A flustered but happy reply came, and had been sealed sweetly by a hug from the eternal magnae. Sure the cookies were half-burnt and Ryeowook had the urge to redo the whole thing, but one look at his dongsaeng and he momentarily forgot that cookies were not supposed to be brittle and as bitter as that tea from EHB.
Kyuhyun felt a little guilty, presenting Ryeowook with indecent sorry excuse for pastries-but that’s his honest to goodness best. He could tell that the smile Ryeowook was giving him was half-hearted, and that he can act like he was eating the best dish in the world... but that’s just it, he’s acting. For some unknown reason Kyuhyun felt a little stab to his pride right there. He clears his mind and continued to count: 31.
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“Li Xu-ge!” Ryeowook looks up from his Hangul - Pinyin notes, looking at very bright gleaming with happiness eyes that only belonged to their Mochi. He kept his eyes locked on the boy; Henry pouts. “Gege, why aren’t you smiling?” he says in a whine.
Ryeowook took this cue to flash that sweet smile of his, “... Ne, don’t sound like that--it was your fault, “he pouts. “If I didn’t fall off the chair...” he slowly bows his head hiding the laugh that was threatening to burst. Henry, the observant magnae noticed the sudden pause. He rounds from his position, going in front of the chuckling ball of laughter that was his hyung. Dropping down to his knees, he waits patiently as Ryeowook finally gets a hold of himself.
“Ah, Geez... Why do you have to be so adorable?” his English perfectly accented, a face full with a silly grin. Henry knew that the other didn’t understand a single word he had said, which only made him smirk: Kyuhyun-hyung has his voice; well I have my multilingual capabilities. “Mianhae, you didn’t understand right?”
Ryeowook nods, with a gleam in the eternal magnae’s eyes he pleads, “Henli, what did you say?” Right there and then Henry had cursed himself with the thoroughly piqued Kim Ryeowook.
“It’s nothing hyung!” Now to test his curiosity, he smiles to himself when he saw Ryeowook drop his notes to the side and sits beside him. He shifts his posture, for them to be face to face, “Really it’s nothing!”
Ryeowook shook his head, smiling he said: “Ne... then just teach me English, I wanted to be good at it like Kibum, Donghae-hyung got better because Kibummie and him are close-“ to be honest, the magnae was talking more and more about his hyung’s English lesson with the actor, but Henry was too zoned out on the other’s face that his focus was far from present. The young violinist kept thinking: why is Kyuhyun-hyung so overprotective of Ryeowook-hyung, I mean I know they’re close friends and all. But I think that’s unfair, does he think me and Ryeowook-hyung can’t be partners cause we’re not as close as them, but Ryeowook always, ALWAYS stands up for me... now that’s weird, why is he looking at me like that... wait, did I just-“Henli! You could say that I’m boring you, instead of not paying attention!”
His thoughts were: “Oh shit.” he, instead, blurts out-aggravating the situation even more. He wanted to open his mouth, to apologize, say something, make Ryeowook not eat his head off-anything! But the constant hold on his still mouth was the thought of making the scene worse. He’s heard of incredible stories of patience about the eternal magnae; he never does get angry, just a little annoyed-but it goes away in ten measly seconds so that doesn’t count. But he had a slight feeling he won’t be forgiven that easily.
Clutching his pants tightly, he readied himself for the impact; “Yah! Henli, are you going to teach me or not?” he looks up: Ryeowook holding a piece of paper and a ballpen (ready to take notes), and with an easy going smile on his face.
Without even noticing his face lights up too, “Y-yeah! What do you want to know?”
Henry’s end point count: 33, plus 39...
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Kyuhyun is dreading personified. He paced, scowled, and threatened everyone in SJ-M knew something was obviously bothering the evil magnae. And though when asked all the brunet would answer is ‘tch’ and ‘nothing’. At the start of the game he was quite sure of winning, it was in his nature to play AND win games-imagine his shock when Henry kept getting in his way and spoiling his evil plans. This exactly is his problem.
How do I get around Ryeowook when that little brat is always around?! Since when have they been so close-YAH! That’s not important Kyuhyun, what’s important is you win. “Don’t concern yourself with mindless things like when and why and how Ryeowook got close to Henry,” he mutters and right after that, he heard a clap and an ‘ah’ with an intonation of realization.
The evil magnae’s one thought: I’m screwed.
“Kyuhyunnie-ah! Donghae tackles him from behind,” laughing while he mentally kicks himself to the land of self-regret. “That’s why you’re so paranoid lately; it’s because of Wookie-ah?” Donghae’s intentions were good, in fact they were to the best of his conscience’s interest. But really, saying that statement at the midst of where the open door where Henry and Ryeowook were is not the best place to say it.
“Hyung-ah! Sssh!!” his hand shoots up immediately over Donghae’s mouth, “They’re right there!” oh how much he prayed to God that they didn’t hear a word come out of Donghae’s mouth, or the muffled chuckles he was currently giving off. Unfortunately praying, as Kyuhyun now sees it, is useless when it comes to these things.
“Donghae-hyung, were you looking for me?” Ryeowook asks, leaning on the door frame where Kyuhyun and Donghae were inches away. The one being muffled was doing his best with to communicate with him through unofficial sign language-which, to Kyuhyun’s luck, wasn’t working. “Eh... hyung, I don’t understand, what does this mean?” he tried to copy the Donghae’s signals.
“Ryeowook-hyung, what did Donghae-hyung want?” Henry calls out, appearing behind Ryeowook and casually wrapping his arms around the eternal magnae’s waist.
Cho Kyuhyun did not like this one bit. He lets go of Donghae (which still rolled along the floor with laughter), walks closer to Ryeowook and stares him down. With a mix of confusion, anger, sadness, doubt, and a lot more he lets out a sigh. “Wookie-ah...” he could care less if this was going to ruin their friendship, or make them awkward, or if it’s against the rules-all he’s current concern now is tearing Henry away from his Ryeowook, “...Mianhae.”
With a grimace, he steps away and heads for his room, “Kyu-ah! Kyu-ah!” he heard him call. Inside the evil magnae’s mind was loud victorious cheering: just like I planned. But, although he did plan getting Henry off of Ryeowook like that; the emotions showing on his face were real. He did feel confused, jealous and all; maybe it was because he always thought that Ryeowook liked him. He never saw the boy as more than a best friend, but recently he’s been having second thoughts.
Ryeowook reaches for his arm, holding it tightly; “Kyu-ah, ne... talk to me, what’s wrong?” Kyuhyun shook his head, giving the boy a false smile before shrugging his hold off. “...but, Kyu-ah.” He heard Ryeowook whine.
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A few minutes later, Ryeowook was inconsolable and was busying himself to the confines of their studio kitchen. Nobody could cook up such fantastic tasting ‘guilt’ food, that everyone in SJ-M had slightly wished whatever Ryeowook was guilty about was never cleared up-BUT only slightly, of course they wanted their eternal magnae to smile like before. Everyone came at least twice to eat Ryeowook’s guilt-cookies, and brownies-everyone, except for Kyuhyun.
Ryeowook sighs, “Hankyung-hyung, do you want butterscotch or dark chocolate?” he immediately spots their leader walking towards the plates of brownies. Hankyung scratches his head and points at the butterscotch ones, which Ryeowook pushes forward for him to dive in on.
Sitting on one of the stools (while eating brownies), “Ryeowookie-ah, you have to stop this.” He says while munching on his fourth piece. Ryeowook raises his brow, as to say ‘stop what?’, “Stop this!” he points at the fattening piece of innocent pastry, “Wookie-ah, did you and Kyuhyun have a fight?”
He stutters, “Why... doesn’t it taste good?” and continues to stubbornly avoid the topic. Hangeng gave him the look, and with a saddened sigh he gives up. “I don’t know hyung. Kyuhyun just went up to me and apologized... and you know how he is, HE does not apologize at all if it wasn’t a big thing.”
“Yeah, especially to you-I never thought I’d hear of the day Kyuhyun apologizes to you.” He chuckles lightly; Ryeowook did not find it a tiny bit amusing. “Uhm... well... what happened, Ryeowook?”
He sinks his head, “I thought we were getting along fine today, he helped me with the first batch of cookies you know.” To which Hangeng saw to the side near the trash bin; evidence. “He was being nice too; he said ‘please’ hyung, ‘please’! really.”
“Maybe he really did something wrong-“
“-Hyung, if starts now to get guilty with all of the things he did to me, I think that’s a little too late to be guilty, it has to be something else.” He protests, lifting himself up and on to the counter, sitting.
Hangeng shook his head, pushing the cleared plate away and grabbing another, “You never got mad at him once, argued, but not mad. Maybe that’s why, you’re too nice for him.” That evil magnae-beating me at Starcraft, bitter thoughts flooded the leader’s mind. “Ya! Whatever it is Ryeowookie-ah, its Kyuhyun’s fault!”
The vocalist merely gave a second to stare at him, and then broke out into laughing. He couldn’t blame Hangeng, Kyuhyun pretty much covered every little witty thing to do around all of them and it didn’t surprise him that some annoyed their hyungs. Somehow, at the back of his mind he started to ask himself: ‘how come I never get annoyed with him?’ All Ryeowook would do was complain and act like it absolutely bothered him, but Kyuhyun sees through that act and STILL continues to bother him, which although he would like to deny it, puts a smile on his face.
After the exit of Hangeng, Henry came in with a rather grand entrance: “Ryeowookie-hyung! Do you have more cookies?!” he plops himself on the stool Hangeng was and smiled sweetly at the chef. “Ne... Ryeowookie-ah, these cookies are delicious you must be in a good mood?”
Ryeowook smiles slightly before letting out a low ‘groan’, “I could be better...” he sulks. Henry spotting the rare opportunity of comforting the sulking Ryeowook, mentally thanked destiny that he walked in at the kitchen. He pushes the brownies away and tried to focus on the reason of Ryeowook’s melancholy.
Henry was feeling pretty good about himself; comforting Ryeowook, beating the Game Master at a game-luck might have been on his side all along. He was feeling the inevitable win, and being a good friend to the first person who was nice to him in the group Super Junior. Everything would have been perfect, hadn’t Ryeowook said his reason for a despondent afternoon.
“Kyuhyun.” The eternal magnae whispers, “I think I said something wrong, or did something... I don’t know how to act around him all of the sudden.”
“Why?” Henry blurts out, a little more forceful with his tone. “He just said ‘sorry’ right? What’s wrong with that?” he adds. Unbeknownst to him, a grimace was already appearing under his nose. He had to admit, he was getting jealous with the time Ryeowook spent just thinking about what he did wrong to Kyuhyun.
“What do you think I did?” he asks, breaking the looming silence; and also because he couldn’t answer the other’s question. “Maybe it’s something terrible, and forgetting only made it worst.” Ryeowook shoved his face to his cupped hands, mumbling incoherent words to it.
Although the competition wasn’t finished, and he had leading points to assure his victory-technically, which only made it hurt more. He knew when he saw the distraught of Kyuhyun not to talking to Ryeowook brought; he really had no chance to begin with (kiss or point system). He is happy seeing that he could still talk to the eternal magnae comfortably, even if he, himself found out something growing from that friendship. But that’s only for him, obviously someone already has won over that heart Ryeowook constantly shows.
So in the middle of Ryeowook’s mindless incoherent mumbles; “I don’t think you did anything wrong, you can’t do anything wrong.” He interrupts. “You never do.”
To which Ryeowook could only stare, and Henry could only bashfully leave the scene.