Title: Semantics
Paring: Henry / Ryeowook
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Fluffy silliness is fluffy, silly and short.
Summary: Ryeowook didn’t call Sungmin fat, he just said that out of them he was the fattest. Sungmin is still mad.
Inspired by the moment when
Ryeowook said Sungmin is the fattest member of SJM on Golden Stage.
“Hyung? What’s wrong?” Henry asked as Ryeowook skidded into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
“Hide me!” Ryeowook stumbled through the cluttered room, tripping over Henry’s guitar case and landing with a thud on a pile of clothes. The mess didn’t even seem to phase him and he just scrambled to the closet, trying to fit himself in with all of Henry’s instrument cases, suitcases and the few clothes that weren’t on the floor.
“Wookie, I know you’re tiny but in case you don’t remember, there’s hardly even room in here for me to breathe. I don’t think you can find a place to hide…” Henry closed his laptop and maneuvered his way around the desk to kneel on the bed, watching Ryeowook in confusion. “Why do you need to hide anyway?”
“Sungmin is going to beat the crap out of me.” Ryeowook replied, giving up on the closet and moving on to try under the bed.
“Why would Sungmin want to beat you up?”
“Because I said he was the fattest.”
“Wookie!”
“What! I didn’t say he was fat, just that he’s the fattest out of us here.”
“Hyung, he knows martial arts!”
“So hide me!”
“But there’s nowhere to-”
“Kim Ryeowook get your skinny little ass out here right now!” Sungmin shouted from the hallway.
“Henli, save me!” Ryeowook cried, leaping up onto the bed and latching onto Henry, cowering behind him.
“Just follow my lead.” Henry said quickly right before the door opened to reveal Sungmin scowling.
“Ryeowook, get over here.”
“Hi, Sungmin-hyung.” Henry put on his best adorable smile and waved even with his arms restricted by Ryeowook’s. Sungmin had a soft spot for cute things; maybe he could use that to save Ryeowook.
“Yes, you’re very cute, Henli, but your boyfriend is still going to get what’s coming to him.”
“What did he do?” Henry asked innocently.
“He said I’m fat! He said it on television!”
“Maybe you heard wrong? Your Chinese still isn’t that good yet…”
“Translator -nuna told me.” Sungmin glared.
“Oh! She lied! I didn’t say you were fat! I just said that out of us you’re the fattest!” Ryeowook cried in protest, lifting his face from where it was buried in Henry’s back.
Semantics definitely didn’t help Ryeowook’s case. Sungmin growled and grabbed a pair of pants from the floor, throwing them at Ryeowook’s face. Ryeowook ducked again and the pants only hit Henry.
“Hyung…” Henry whined, pouting. His pout face was even better than his adorable smile, this he knew. “Oww…”
Sungmin’s expression melted from anger into guilt instantly. “I’m sorry, Henli. Are you okay?”
“Yes…” Henry answered, but kept the hurt in his voice and the pout on his face. He was actually perfectly fine. In fact, he was glad Sungmin hadn’t thrown the shoes that were only a few inches away, but this was a great way to distract Sungmin from whatever it was he wanted to do to Ryeowook.
“Hyung, don’t be so mad. We all know the only reason you’re a little bit bigger is because you like Wookie’s food so much and you eat so much of it when we’re in Korea.”
“He still called me fat!”
“I did not call you fat I said-”
“He only said it because he’s proud that you like his food. Right, Wookie?”
Ryeowook nodded but stayed safely latched onto Henry, eyeing Sungmin nervously.
“Please don’t beat him up, I love him.” Henry pleaded. This was it. If the bambi eyes didn’t work, Ryeowook was screwed.
“I’m sorry, hyung.” Ryeowook said, peeking out from behind Henry and he too was wearing the most wide-eyed, pleading expression in his vast arsenal of cute looks.
Sungmin was silent and trying very, very hard to put that angry glare back on his face but failing miserably. Finally he let out a sigh and his shoulders slumped. “You guys, that’s not even fair. Fine! I won’t beat Ryeowook up. Now stop it. You’re making my brain all fuzzy.”
“Thank you, hyung!”
“I love you, hyung!”
“You owe me food.” Sungmin pointed at Ryeowook before turning and leaving with one last sigh.
“Thank you for saving me.” Ryeowook kissed Henry on the cheek, snuggling him closer instead of letting go.
“You’re welcome. Just don’t ever make Kyuhyun mad, okay? That won’t ever work on him.”
“But it would work on Mimi and we could get him to protect us!” Ryeowook smiled, leaning against the wall and pulling Henry back with him.
“I guess that’s true…” Henry mused, linking his fingers together with Ryeowook’s. “Wow…we might actually be able to get away with anything.”
Ryeowook nodded thoughtfully and pinched Henry’s cheek with his free hand. “They’re lucky we only use our powers for good.”
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A.N.: So ever since I got back from SM Town Paris I've been inspired to write almost nothing but smut.... but I took a break from all of that to write this when the idea popped into my head last night. :D
Hopefully you'll enjoy the cute silly little drabble while waiting for the smut.
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