03. The Plan
The Plan
Siwan/Kwanghee, Hyungshik-centric
PG-13 (for cussing)
1416 words
Summary: Kwanghee wants to figure out what’s got Hyungshik in a bad mood. Siwan could care less as long as he didn’t get involved - but of course Kwanghee pulled him along.
A/N: This is not so quite the sequel to Mirror, maybe what happens BEFORE the squeal to Mirror (or just an excuse to write Siwan/Kwanghee for my friends?) Yea.
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Hyungshik sighed for the nth time that day.
This only made Kwanghee’s right eye twitch in annoyance for the nth time today.
Scowling, Kwanghee continued flipping through the magazine he was trying to read in peace. Sensing something wasn’t right Siwan glanced at his boyfriend before flicking his gaze towards Hyungshik; who had his head propped up on his arms, eyes trained on the rain falling outside of the window. Another sigh fell from his lips.
Kwanghee’s patience snapped.
“Can you stop with the fucking sighing? It’s driving me insane.”
“What?” Hyungshik asked lamely, turning to face him.
“Either tell us what’s wrong or take yourself and the sighing to another room.”
“What are you talking about?”
“What am I talking about? All day you’ve been sighing and just sitting there. Your emo is ruining my good mood and that shit isn’t cool. Junyoung asked you what was wrong and you bit his head off.”
“Well excuse the fuck out of me, what? I can’t be in a bad mood sometimes? Fuck off, Kwanghee. I don’t need your attitude right now.” Hyungshik spits back, words slipping off his tongue and stinging like venom. If looks could kill, Kwanghee would be dead.
Kwanghee didn’t back down from the look though; he glared back with the same amount of anger-or maybe even more.
“If you have a problem I wish you would talk to us rather than biting all our fucking heads off.” Kwanghee snaps, words flowing from his lips with no hesitation. Staring Hyungshik up and down, he walks over to Siwan, who looks less than impressed. Sitting down on the couch, he rests his head on Siwan’s shoulder. Hyungshik goes to his room, not failing to slam the door for the added effect.
“You didn’t have to curse at him you know.” Siwan comments, crossing his legs as he flips to the next page in his magazine; not really paying attention to Kwanghee in the slightest.
Kwanghee puffs out his cheeks, “But it’s fucking annoying listening to him sighing all day long and then when he’s asked about it, he flips out.”
Siwan shrugs and then puts his magazine down, “Maybe it’s something he doesn’t want to talk about?”
“I don’t fucking care, that shits rude. “
An eyebrow rose, “You’re talking about rude? Kwang... you’re the KING of rude.”
Kwanghee spared him a glance before responding, “We’re not talking about me right now-we’re talking about Hyungshik and his shitty attitude.”
Siwan sighed, closing his eyes he squeezed the flesh between his eyes and counted to ten before responding, “And what do you expect us to do?”
“We’re going to figure out what’s got him in a bad mood and fix it!” He responded easily, self satisfying smirk already set on his lips.
Siwan blinked a couple times, making sure he heard him right.
“WE aren’t doing anything. Don’t interfere with what he’s going through. It’ll only piss him off more.”
“Come onnnnn,” Kwanghee whines, “It’ll be fun, and then he’ll be happy again, which will make me happy because he won’t be in his little dark corner sighing all day. It’s perfect.”
Is he retarded?
“…Why do I date you? What the hell was I thinking when I asked you out? Was I high or something?” Siwan wonders out loud.
“You couldn’t resist my charm, you know I’m perfect.” Kwanghee shrugs.
Defeated he asks, “If I say yes, will you leave me alone?”
“Sure.”
“Fine, we’ll figure out what’s got him in a bad mood and fix it. Just don’t-never mind, you’re going to do it anyways…” Siwan gives in with a frown on his face. What have I gotten myself into this time?
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Plan A: Follow Hyungshik until we find some clues as to why he’s sad.
Hiding in the bushes wasn’t one of Siwan’s favorite past times. Hiding in the bushes and spying on your friend while branches dig up his ass definitely wasn’t one of his favorite past times. He glared at the back of Kwanghee’s head with the utmost irritation.
“Why the hell are we hiding in the bushes? And WHY do you have binoculars on? He’s 10 feet in front of you!” Siwan screeched.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! He’ll hear you!” Kwanghee reprimanded, idly smacking him on the shoulder. “We can’t get caught following him, so we have to hide!”
“But in the bushes? There are other places to hide. Places that don’t have branches digging up my ass!” He whined voice lower this time.
“This is how they do it in the movies. Now shut up! I’m trying to see what he’s doing.” He adjusted the binoculars slightly, leaning a little closer towards Hyungshik.
“This is how they do it in the movies my ass...” Siwan mumbles under his breath, “This is stupid.”
Hyungshik starts walking towards the entrance of the mall, oblivious of the two following him. Kwanghee grabs the collar of Siwan’s shirt and drags him in the direction of Hyungshik. Finally inside the mall, Kwanghee searches for Hyungshik and spots him near an ice cream parlor. Grinning he begins to walk towards him before something catches his eye. Eyes wide, he slowly turns his head towards the most beautiful bag he has ever seen.
“I need that bag.” He says, want lacing his every word.
“Um, aren’t we supposed to be following Hyungshik?” Siwan supplies lamely, checking his nails.
Kwanghee’s face screws up into something scary, not hiding any of the irritation he’s feeling at the moment. He turns to look at Siwan, “I want that bag.”
Siwan takes a quick step back, eyes wide with horror, he nods his head dumbly before getting dragged into the store by Kwanghee.
30 minutes later, they finally come out of the store with the bag Kwanghee wanted-and 10 other things. Elated, Kwanghee kisses Siwan’s cheek and sighs in satisfaction. He clutches his new bag to his chest while Siwan carries all the other bags and they leave the mall.
“So, I guess plan “Follow Hyungshik until we find some clues” is over, huh?”
Kwanghee almost drops his new bag.
“SHIT!” He screams out loud, not caring about the people staring at him.
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Plan B: Be nice to Hyungshik and maybe he’ll open up as to why he’s sad.
Hyungshik woke up to another man in his bed, staring at him with a bright smile on his face. Just staring at the other man, he blinked once, twice before his brain finally caught up with what exactly was going on.
“Kwanghee,” he started out calmly, “what the HELL are you doing in my bed?” He ended with a loud shout.
“Don’t be so mean in the morning Hyunnie,” Kwanghee whined, “I bought you some tea!” He supplied quickly, pointing over to the nightstand where a cup of hot tea sat.
Hyungshik blinked a couple more times before sitting up, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. “And what is this for?”
“I can’t be nice for once?”
Hyungshik scoffed, “You, nice? Funny. What do you want?”
“… Tell me what’s got you in such a bad moooood,” he whined, “I want to make you feel better, so then I’ll feel better.”
“Trust me; I don’t think you can help me with this problem. Don’t worry about it.”
Kwanghee raises an eyebrow and is about to respond before Hyungshik cuts him off, “Really, it’s nothing to worry about. I’m ok, I just have a lot on my mind is all.”
Kwanghee puffs out his cheeks in defeat and gets up off the bed, before regarding Hyungshik again.
“Fine, you don’t have to tell me. I’ll leave you alone.”
“Thank you,” Hyungshik gives Kwanghee a little smile before disappearing into his bathroom.
Releasing a defeated sigh, Kwanghee leaves Hyungshik’s room and plops onto the couch next to Siwan. Siwan glances over his shoulder at Kwanghee and notices the look of defeat cloaking his boyfriends face.
“No luck?”
“Nope. None at all, but I guess it’ll be ok.”
As soon as those words came out of his mouth, a loud crash came from Hyungshik's room. Springing up from his place on the couch, Kwanghee rushes to Hyungshik’s room. Quickly opening the door, he freezes in place. Eyes frozen on what he sees in Hyungshik’s bed. His voice seems to have disappeared because nothing but choking sounds seem to fall from his lips. Siwan runs up to his side and voices what he’s been trying to say.
“Holy shit, Hyungshik.”
Siwan/Kwanghee, Hyungshik-centric
PG-13 (for cussing)
1416 words
Summary: Kwanghee wants to figure out what’s got Hyungshik in a bad mood. Siwan could care less as long as he didn’t get involved - but of course Kwanghee pulled him along.
A/N: This is not so quite the sequel to Mirror, maybe what happens BEFORE the squeal to Mirror (or just an excuse to write Siwan/Kwanghee for my friends?) Yea.
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Hyungshik sighed for the nth time that day.
This only made Kwanghee’s right eye twitch in annoyance for the nth time today.
Scowling, Kwanghee continued flipping through the magazine he was trying to read in peace. Sensing something wasn’t right Siwan glanced at his boyfriend before flicking his gaze towards Hyungshik; who had his head propped up on his arms, eyes trained on the rain falling outside of the window. Another sigh fell from his lips.
Kwanghee’s patience snapped.
“Can you stop with the fucking sighing? It’s driving me insane.”
“What?” Hyungshik asked lamely, turning to face him.
“Either tell us what’s wrong or take yourself and the sighing to another room.”
“What are you talking about?”
“What am I talking about? All day you’ve been sighing and just sitting there. Your emo is ruining my good mood and that shit isn’t cool. Junyoung asked you what was wrong and you bit his head off.”
“Well excuse the fuck out of me, what? I can’t be in a bad mood sometimes? Fuck off, Kwanghee. I don’t need your attitude right now.” Hyungshik spits back, words slipping off his tongue and stinging like venom. If looks could kill, Kwanghee would be dead.
Kwanghee didn’t back down from the look though; he glared back with the same amount of anger-or maybe even more.
“If you have a problem I wish you would talk to us rather than biting all our fucking heads off.” Kwanghee snaps, words flowing from his lips with no hesitation. Staring Hyungshik up and down, he walks over to Siwan, who looks less than impressed. Sitting down on the couch, he rests his head on Siwan’s shoulder. Hyungshik goes to his room, not failing to slam the door for the added effect.
“You didn’t have to curse at him you know.” Siwan comments, crossing his legs as he flips to the next page in his magazine; not really paying attention to Kwanghee in the slightest.
Kwanghee puffs out his cheeks, “But it’s fucking annoying listening to him sighing all day long and then when he’s asked about it, he flips out.”
Siwan shrugs and then puts his magazine down, “Maybe it’s something he doesn’t want to talk about?”
“I don’t fucking care, that shits rude. “
An eyebrow rose, “You’re talking about rude? Kwang... you’re the KING of rude.”
Kwanghee spared him a glance before responding, “We’re not talking about me right now-we’re talking about Hyungshik and his shitty attitude.”
Siwan sighed, closing his eyes he squeezed the flesh between his eyes and counted to ten before responding, “And what do you expect us to do?”
“We’re going to figure out what’s got him in a bad mood and fix it!” He responded easily, self satisfying smirk already set on his lips.
Siwan blinked a couple times, making sure he heard him right.
“WE aren’t doing anything. Don’t interfere with what he’s going through. It’ll only piss him off more.”
“Come onnnnn,” Kwanghee whines, “It’ll be fun, and then he’ll be happy again, which will make me happy because he won’t be in his little dark corner sighing all day. It’s perfect.”
Is he retarded?
“…Why do I date you? What the hell was I thinking when I asked you out? Was I high or something?” Siwan wonders out loud.
“You couldn’t resist my charm, you know I’m perfect.” Kwanghee shrugs.
Defeated he asks, “If I say yes, will you leave me alone?”
“Sure.”
“Fine, we’ll figure out what’s got him in a bad mood and fix it. Just don’t-never mind, you’re going to do it anyways…” Siwan gives in with a frown on his face. What have I gotten myself into this time?
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Plan A: Follow Hyungshik until we find some clues as to why he’s sad.
Hiding in the bushes wasn’t one of Siwan’s favorite past times. Hiding in the bushes and spying on your friend while branches dig up his ass definitely wasn’t one of his favorite past times. He glared at the back of Kwanghee’s head with the utmost irritation.
“Why the hell are we hiding in the bushes? And WHY do you have binoculars on? He’s 10 feet in front of you!” Siwan screeched.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! He’ll hear you!” Kwanghee reprimanded, idly smacking him on the shoulder. “We can’t get caught following him, so we have to hide!”
“But in the bushes? There are other places to hide. Places that don’t have branches digging up my ass!” He whined voice lower this time.
“This is how they do it in the movies. Now shut up! I’m trying to see what he’s doing.” He adjusted the binoculars slightly, leaning a little closer towards Hyungshik.
“This is how they do it in the movies my ass...” Siwan mumbles under his breath, “This is stupid.”
Hyungshik starts walking towards the entrance of the mall, oblivious of the two following him. Kwanghee grabs the collar of Siwan’s shirt and drags him in the direction of Hyungshik. Finally inside the mall, Kwanghee searches for Hyungshik and spots him near an ice cream parlor. Grinning he begins to walk towards him before something catches his eye. Eyes wide, he slowly turns his head towards the most beautiful bag he has ever seen.
“I need that bag.” He says, want lacing his every word.
“Um, aren’t we supposed to be following Hyungshik?” Siwan supplies lamely, checking his nails.
Kwanghee’s face screws up into something scary, not hiding any of the irritation he’s feeling at the moment. He turns to look at Siwan, “I want that bag.”
Siwan takes a quick step back, eyes wide with horror, he nods his head dumbly before getting dragged into the store by Kwanghee.
30 minutes later, they finally come out of the store with the bag Kwanghee wanted-and 10 other things. Elated, Kwanghee kisses Siwan’s cheek and sighs in satisfaction. He clutches his new bag to his chest while Siwan carries all the other bags and they leave the mall.
“So, I guess plan “Follow Hyungshik until we find some clues” is over, huh?”
Kwanghee almost drops his new bag.
“SHIT!” He screams out loud, not caring about the people staring at him.
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Plan B: Be nice to Hyungshik and maybe he’ll open up as to why he’s sad.
Hyungshik woke up to another man in his bed, staring at him with a bright smile on his face. Just staring at the other man, he blinked once, twice before his brain finally caught up with what exactly was going on.
“Kwanghee,” he started out calmly, “what the HELL are you doing in my bed?” He ended with a loud shout.
“Don’t be so mean in the morning Hyunnie,” Kwanghee whined, “I bought you some tea!” He supplied quickly, pointing over to the nightstand where a cup of hot tea sat.
Hyungshik blinked a couple more times before sitting up, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. “And what is this for?”
“I can’t be nice for once?”
Hyungshik scoffed, “You, nice? Funny. What do you want?”
“… Tell me what’s got you in such a bad moooood,” he whined, “I want to make you feel better, so then I’ll feel better.”
“Trust me; I don’t think you can help me with this problem. Don’t worry about it.”
Kwanghee raises an eyebrow and is about to respond before Hyungshik cuts him off, “Really, it’s nothing to worry about. I’m ok, I just have a lot on my mind is all.”
Kwanghee puffs out his cheeks in defeat and gets up off the bed, before regarding Hyungshik again.
“Fine, you don’t have to tell me. I’ll leave you alone.”
“Thank you,” Hyungshik gives Kwanghee a little smile before disappearing into his bathroom.
Releasing a defeated sigh, Kwanghee leaves Hyungshik’s room and plops onto the couch next to Siwan. Siwan glances over his shoulder at Kwanghee and notices the look of defeat cloaking his boyfriends face.
“No luck?”
“Nope. None at all, but I guess it’ll be ok.”
As soon as those words came out of his mouth, a loud crash came from Hyungshik's room. Springing up from his place on the couch, Kwanghee rushes to Hyungshik’s room. Quickly opening the door, he freezes in place. Eyes frozen on what he sees in Hyungshik’s bed. His voice seems to have disappeared because nothing but choking sounds seem to fall from his lips. Siwan runs up to his side and voices what he’s been trying to say.
“Holy shit, Hyungshik.”