100SuJu #3: Blindfolds (Hankyung/Yesung)
100 Super Junior Fic Challenge - 3/100
Title: Blindfolds (Prompt 3)
Pairing: Hankyung/Yesung
Rating: PG13. Just brief language.
Word Count: 530
Summary: Yesung turns to Hankyung to vent, though not quite in the way he expects.
Blindfolds
At the end of a particularly annoying day Yesung goes to Hankyung to vent. He doesn't really have any reason for choosing Hankyung, except that he could probably relate most to his frustrations. But with this aside, Yesung has no other motives.
"And this fan," Yesung says to Hankyung, "she was like Oh, are you the Chinese member of the group? No? But you look the most Chinese out of all of them! Like really, have they never met you before? I don't even look Chinese. And if I were Chinese I'd be over there with you guys singing in lovely and perfect Mandarin -- AND WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU -- "
"Look," Hankyung tries to reason, but Yesung interjects his interjection before he can continue.
"I can't look, but you would know that since you put this stupid blindfold on me. Who the hell did you hire to bind my hands and blindfold me, Hankyung, because I swear I'll have them -- "
"Yesung. Calm down." It takes a few moments for Yesung to do exactly that, though, and it takes a few more moments of complaining before he finally settles down again. "Yesung. What can you see?"
"Nothing," Yesung replies honestly. "I mean I can sorta see Ddangkoma fleeting across my mind, but it's probably not him because he could never move that fast."
"Seriously," Hankyung asks again, and when Nothing is the response he continues. "You're not Chinese." A pause. "Repeat it."
"I'm not Chinese."
"You don't look Chinese."
"I don't look Chinese."
"You can't sing in perfect Mandarin."
"I can't sing in perfect Mandarin."
"You can't cook Beijing Fried Rice."
"I can't cook Beijing Friend Rice. Ya, Hankyung, where are you going with this?"
"You shouldn't blow up because someone gets their info wrong."
"I shouldn't blow up because someone gets their info wrong."
"...you weren't supposed to repeat that."
"I wasn't supposed to repeat that."
"Seriously, Yesung, stop it."
"Seriously, Hankyung, stop it."
"You have a terrible voice."
"I have a terrible -- wait, I do not!"
"That's better."
"That's better."
"You eat turtles for breakfast."
Yesung cringes his eyes shut behind his blindfold. "I... eat turtles for breakfast."
"I love Yesung."
"I love Hankyung."
"..." An awkward pause. "If you stop repeating me, I'll remove the blindfold."
"If I stop repeating you, you'll... wait, really, you will?"
"I already have. Open your eyes, Yesung." And true to Hankyung's words, when Yesung opens his eyes Hankyung is already smiling at his fail, which causes Yesung to laugh awkwardly. "You feeling better, then?"
"Yeah." Yesung sighs. "But really, binding my hands and blindfolding me? Unconventional much?"
"Well it worked, didn't it?"
"Yeah...." A pause. "Hey, Hankyung, that thing you said...."
"What about it?"
But Yesung only shakes his head. "Ah, never mind. And wipe that smile off your face and make me Beijing Fried Rice! I'm not Chinese, so I wouldn't know how...."
"Fine, fine." But even as he leaves to make his supposed specialty item, Hankyung doesn't remove the smile, because his smile masks a secret, a secret he'd briefly shared with Yesung, a secret Yesung had failed to notice.
"I love Hankyung."
END
Um. I have no comment on this one. Except that this was a product from being bored in a Differential Equations lesson this morning.
Title: Blindfolds (Prompt 3)
Pairing: Hankyung/Yesung
Rating: PG13. Just brief language.
Word Count: 530
Summary: Yesung turns to Hankyung to vent, though not quite in the way he expects.
Blindfolds
At the end of a particularly annoying day Yesung goes to Hankyung to vent. He doesn't really have any reason for choosing Hankyung, except that he could probably relate most to his frustrations. But with this aside, Yesung has no other motives.
"And this fan," Yesung says to Hankyung, "she was like Oh, are you the Chinese member of the group? No? But you look the most Chinese out of all of them! Like really, have they never met you before? I don't even look Chinese. And if I were Chinese I'd be over there with you guys singing in lovely and perfect Mandarin -- AND WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU -- "
"Look," Hankyung tries to reason, but Yesung interjects his interjection before he can continue.
"I can't look, but you would know that since you put this stupid blindfold on me. Who the hell did you hire to bind my hands and blindfold me, Hankyung, because I swear I'll have them -- "
"Yesung. Calm down." It takes a few moments for Yesung to do exactly that, though, and it takes a few more moments of complaining before he finally settles down again. "Yesung. What can you see?"
"Nothing," Yesung replies honestly. "I mean I can sorta see Ddangkoma fleeting across my mind, but it's probably not him because he could never move that fast."
"Seriously," Hankyung asks again, and when Nothing is the response he continues. "You're not Chinese." A pause. "Repeat it."
"I'm not Chinese."
"You don't look Chinese."
"I don't look Chinese."
"You can't sing in perfect Mandarin."
"I can't sing in perfect Mandarin."
"You can't cook Beijing Fried Rice."
"I can't cook Beijing Friend Rice. Ya, Hankyung, where are you going with this?"
"You shouldn't blow up because someone gets their info wrong."
"I shouldn't blow up because someone gets their info wrong."
"...you weren't supposed to repeat that."
"I wasn't supposed to repeat that."
"Seriously, Yesung, stop it."
"Seriously, Hankyung, stop it."
"You have a terrible voice."
"I have a terrible -- wait, I do not!"
"That's better."
"That's better."
"You eat turtles for breakfast."
Yesung cringes his eyes shut behind his blindfold. "I... eat turtles for breakfast."
"I love Yesung."
"I love Hankyung."
"..." An awkward pause. "If you stop repeating me, I'll remove the blindfold."
"If I stop repeating you, you'll... wait, really, you will?"
"I already have. Open your eyes, Yesung." And true to Hankyung's words, when Yesung opens his eyes Hankyung is already smiling at his fail, which causes Yesung to laugh awkwardly. "You feeling better, then?"
"Yeah." Yesung sighs. "But really, binding my hands and blindfolding me? Unconventional much?"
"Well it worked, didn't it?"
"Yeah...." A pause. "Hey, Hankyung, that thing you said...."
"What about it?"
But Yesung only shakes his head. "Ah, never mind. And wipe that smile off your face and make me Beijing Fried Rice! I'm not Chinese, so I wouldn't know how...."
"Fine, fine." But even as he leaves to make his supposed specialty item, Hankyung doesn't remove the smile, because his smile masks a secret, a secret he'd briefly shared with Yesung, a secret Yesung had failed to notice.
"I love Hankyung."
END
Um. I have no comment on this one. Except that this was a product from being bored in a Differential Equations lesson this morning.