Five Ways to Make My Dream Come True (1/5)
Title: Meeting My Angel Without Wings
Author: haepi_kyuhyuk
Genre: romance, drama
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: kyuteuk (kyuhyun x leeteuk), haehyuk, slight kyuhae
Warnings: Swearing
Summary: Kyuhyun swears he is not gay and refuses to be, but just maybe one man can change that for him... /ugh idk lol sorry for crappy summary/
Because my unnie loves kyuteuk lol :3 kyuminlove462 this is for youu! <3
Number one: Find the perfect person for me.
“Kyuhyun-ah!” Kyuhyun’s umma yelled from the bottom of the stairs, holding a spatula in one hand. “Wake up! Donghae’s here already!”
Kyuhyun groaned, stretching his long arms and legs. He didn’t want to wake up yet. But he knew this was only his first alarm. His second alarm was-
“SEXY FREE AND SINGLE I’M READY TOO, BINGO. SEXY FREE AND SINGLE I’M READY TOO BING-”
He slammed his hand against his loud alarm clock, making the song stop immediately.
He wasn’t even prepared for his third alarm when Donghae barged in, throwing Kyuhyun’s blanket away from him.
“asdfghjklkjasfakjh give it backkkk.” Kyuhyun kicked the air, trying to steal it back but Donghae was holding it too high.
“Wake up sleepyhead.”
Kyuhyun’s body exploded with fatigue as he tried to ignore Donghae and fall back asleep.
But then his fourth and worst alarm came on.
Donghae pulled out his phone and started to blast “Genie” by snsd.
“ARGH EW STOP IT, I’LL GET UP!” Kyuhyun shouted, pushing himself up. He hated snsd, and he knew that Donghae just had that song in his phone to torture him.
Donghae laughed as he turned the must off. Kyuhyun sat on his bed, his eyes still half closed.
“Wake up Kyuhyun.”
“I am awake.”
“Stand up.”
Kyuhyun grunted as he stood up, just managing to not topple over.
“Now change.” Donghae said, handing him a clean pair of pants.
Kyuhyun was barely awake as he took off his pajamas and wore his jeans.
“Pass me a clean shirt wherever you see one, will you.” Kyuhyun said groggily.
Donghae gave him a pink t-shirt, which Kyuhyun looked at it in disgust.
“Why is my sisters shirt here?”
“I don’t know, you should ask your sister, not me.”
Kyuhyun threw on a random green shirt he saw on his chair and walked out his door.
“Where are we even going today?” Kyuhyun asked the other, as they skipped down the stairs.
“COEX. I want to buy those shoes.”
“That’s it? You made me wake up just for that?”
“And after that, I wanted to go to Hyukjae’s café. You can come along if you want.”
“God dammit, I wish I was still asleep. You guys are all clingy and everything I want a partner too jeez.”
“Well then go find one.”
“BYE UMMA!” Kyuhyun yelled, ignoring Donghae’s response. As they walked out the door, Kyuhyun managed to steal a few granola bars just before leaving.
“TO COEX!” Donghae chanted, flailing his arms around, running ahead of Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun watched his hyung act like a five year old and he had to grin. They had been friends since they could talk, and Kyuhyun always had to remind himself that he was the dongsaeng, not the other way around, although it always seemed like it.
He walked behind Donghae leisurely, thinking about what Donghae had said just right now.
‘Well then go find one!’
He snorted. As if it were that simple. It was easy to get a girlfriend in Seoul, there were lots of pretty girls around, but the people that Kyuhyun had dated before never worked out, especially because of Starcraft. There was never the perfect girl for him, and he was sure that he wasn’t gay. God if he was…his parents would kill him. He couldn’t be gay. And also, if he were as good looking and outgoing as Donghae, he would have girls surrounding his all day long. It was easy for Donghae to say. But it was hard to accomplish for Kyuhyun.
“What are you thinking about Kyhuhyun, let’s go, let’s go!” Donghae danced around him, as happy as a child who just got a new toy.
They walked into COEX, Donghae literally dragging Kyuhyun, and they finally reached Dongahe’s favourite shoe store.
The shorter boy’s eyes widened as he frantically looked around for the shoes that he wanted.
“Oh my gosh Kyuhyun, my shoes aren’t here!”
“Really? Which ones?”
“The limited edition red Converse! They aren’t here anymore!”
“Oh…oh that’s too bad, do you have any other pair that you-”
“Kyuhyun what should id o? They were my favourite ones! They were mine!”
“Hey hey don’t cry Donghae, I’ll buy you milk tea right now okay? and I know how much you love milk so come on, they might come in stock again soon.”
This time Donghae was the one being dragged and Kyuhyun forced him inside the café where Hyukjae was working near COEX.
“Hyukjae! Your Donghae is sad, come out and make him happy again! And bring out two milk teas!”
Hyukjae ran out, flinging his arms around Donghae, who was hanging his head sadly.
“DONGHAE! MY BABY ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”
“Yes hyung.” Donghae said, hugging Hyukjae tightly.
“Baby don’t cry, I have something that will cheer you up!”
“Nothing will cheer me up Hyukkieasdfaksh WHAT IS THAT?”
“It’s the shoes that you wanted!” Hyukjae exclaimed, his eyes twinkling. “They were the last ones in stock so I got them just before my shift started! Do you like them?”
“YES!! Oh my gosh Hyukkie, I was sad because I wasn’t able to buy them right now because they were out of stock! And Kyuhyun brought me here to buy my milk tea, oh my gosh thank you so much I love you Hyukjae!”
“I love you too! Here, try them on; I think these are your size...”
Kyuhyun shook his head, sighing. These people were the cheesiest human beings on earth, why he was always with them, he did not know.
As Donghae and Hyukjae danced around the café, Kyuhyun sat down at a table, playing a game on his iPhone. He focused as he started his favourite game, Temple Run, and he was almost beating his high score when he saw someone walk in the café.
Now, it was normal for someone to come in the café. Lots of people came to buy food and drinks, and Kyuhyun was never distracted by them. And if only that man wasn’t so breathtakingly beautiful, Kyuhyun would have never even bothered to look up. But holy shisus, this man was terribly handsome with strong biceps and triceps, a tall and thin figure like a model and only one dimple on the side of his cheek when he smiled and oh that smile, it was like butterflies and rainbows and all the good things mixed together to form perfection. And that little dimple was the cutest thing ever, Kyuhyun just wanted to squeeze the man’s cheeks and squeal in delight but he just sat there, staring and not believing his eyes.
The man was walking towards the counter, but Donghae and Hyukjae were still just playing around.
“Yah! Hyukjae! You have a god damn costumer, stop playing around like you’re five!” Kyuhyun yelled at the older couple, who quickly stopped whatever silly thing they were doing.
Hyukjae ran to the cashier where the man was standing with a hint of humour in his eyes.
“Thank you.” he smiled at Kyuhyun and turned to look at Hyukjae. “and hello there, can I have a cappuccino please?”
Kyuhyun almost died when he heard the man’s sexy voice, which was like honey and sugar and spice and everything nice. He wished the man talked to him more.
Wait. Kyuhyun thought. I’m not gay.
He forced himself back to where he was sitting and pulled his iPhone out angrily.
“Where’s my milk tea.” He demanded at Donghae when he saw him.
“Why are you so ang-”
“Go get me milk tea Donghae and don’t ask because I’m in a terrible mood right now.”
Donghae nodded, and went over to Hyukjae to get them milk tea.
Kyuhyun sighed as he died for the third time in his game in the past five minutes. Why was he so pissed off? Why was he so angry?
He mentally kicked himself when he saw that Mr. Perfect-Man was already gone.
Kyuhyun fell back in his bed, dead tired. Yesterday night he had been playing Starcraft until he could see the sun coming up, and right now it wasn’t even six pm yet but he just wanted to sleep. He curled up into a ball and was just falling into deep sleep when someone called him.
“God fucking dammit, who the fuck dare wakes me from my sleep.” He swore, grabbing his phone.
“Yoboseyo?”
“Ugh hi Donghae what do you want.”
“Just wondering why you were so upset.” Donghae answered coolly.
Kyuhyun sighed. He wasn’t even sure for himself why he was mad; how in the world was he supposed to explain anything to Donghae?
“Donghae do you think I’m gay?”
Donghae burst out laughing, giggling like a small child along with Hyukjae.
“I don’t know why you’re asking me this Kyuhyun but yes obviously you’re gay. Is it because of that gay that came in today? He is some eye-candy I knew you would like him, he’s totally your type.”
“Wait whoa back the fuck up, first of all I am not gay-”
“Yes you are. You keep on denying it but you definitely are-”
“No I am not my parents will kill me if I was gay and second of all how do you know what my type is or whatever and third of all how do you know that I might-just-possibly-maybe-a tiny bit-just might have a crush on him-”
“See Hyukkie! He does like him!”
“-and fourth of all- YAH LEE DONGHAE- and fourth of all, don’t you ducking dare do anything embarrassing to him or me or anything, just don’t do anything and I don’t like and you guys are annoying. Bye.”
“Do you like him?” Hyukjae asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I bet he does! Finally! The next time we see him, we have to go tell him okay Hyukkie-”
“NO! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE LEE DONGHAE, DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE DO ANY SORT OF CRAP LIKE THAT OR I WILL-”
That shut Donghae up and he sullenly went back to being the innocent baby that he was.
“Okay fune. But you are definitely gay and you need to tell him your feelings, okay? Okay bye hyung.” Donghae said as he hung up the phone.
“Kill me now.” Kyuhyun groaned as he hit his head against the wall. “Donghae needs to go fuck a cactus.”
-
“Kyuhyun, do you want to go buy a cake for Ahra’s birthday? You have nothing to do right?” his umma asked him the next day.
“Kay fine.” Kyuhyun took some money out of his mom’s purse and went over to Hyukjae’s café.
99% of that was to buy the cake. The other 1% was maaaybe to see that beautiful boy he saw yesterday.
He wasn’t even expecting to see him but his heart was thundering hoping to see at least a glimpse of that cute dimple or anything, anything of him.
I really am gay. He cursed himself. But then again, whatever.
“Hyukjae!” he bellowed, strutting over to the display area. “I need to buy cake for my sister, what cake do you recommend?”
“Hey Kyuhyun.” Hyukjae replied, grinning happily. He was always happy but there was something different today.
“Why are you so happy.” Kyuhyun asked suspiciously.
“Oh I’m always like this Kyuhyun ssi.” He said, smiling brighter.
“What, did you and Donghae have sex or something? Why are you-”
Then it hit him.
He swung around and saw Mr. Perfect-Man, sitting where Kyuhyun was sitting yesterday. He stared and stared and forgot why he was even there, when the man looked up and asked,
“Uh may I help you with something?”
Kyuhyun had absolutely no idea what was going on but he managed to sputter,
“Sorry I was just- I always sit there so-”
“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to steal your seat or anything, do you want to sit here right now or-”
“No no it’s okay.” Kyuhyun stammered, not sure what he was even saying. “Sorry just ignore me, I don’t know what I’m doing right now I’m sorry.”
The man smiled, those adorable dimples appearing again.
“No problem. What’s your name?”
“My…name? You want to know my name? Oh my gosh oh of course uh my name is Cho Kyuhyun, not Choi but Cho…” he rattled on, knowing he was making a complete fool of himself when the man laughed, making him stop talking.
“Hey Kyuhyun, I like your very random speech there but before you continue on about your friend’s dogs, my name is Park Jungsu, or you can call me Leeteuk, I prefer that more. And I think your friend Hyukjae wants to tell you something.”
Kyuhyun whispered Leeteuk, Leeteuk, Leeteuk over and over again as he turned to face Hyukjae.
“Here’s your cake and your milk tea, sorry for not making you one yesterday. Six twenty three. And good luck with Leeteuk.” He winked.
Kyuhyun quickly paid seven bucks, bowed a ninety degree bow to Leeteuk and ran away from the god damned café.
“His name is Leeteuk….his name is Leeteuk!” he gushed, happy as a bird with a french-fry.
He spun around once he got into his house, and bumped into his sister.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOONA, HOW OLD ARE YOU KNOW, FIFTY?” He laughed.
“Fuck you Kyuhyun but thank you for the cake. Want to eat it now?”
“YEEAHH~” he ran in to the dining table, grabbing three forks.
Ahra looked at him warily.
“Why are you so happy? Did you put poison in the cake or something?”
“No, Hyukjae got it so trust him. And I don’t know, I’m always this happy noona~ and it’s your birthday!”
“You are so weird.” She rolled her eyes but as she bit into the cake, he sighed happily.
“Oh my god this is so good! Thank you Kyuhyun ssi!”
Kyuhyun couldn’t stop laughing and smiling in glee as he was happy for his noona and thought about Leeteuk, whom he was sure he loved now.
“Ahra, I am in love.” He sighed, twirling his fork around.
“So that’s why you look so excited.” Ahra laughed. “That’s cool, does she like you back?”
That made Kyuhyun’s smile disappear immediately and he looked down at the ground.
“I don’t know noona.”
“Oh it’s okay, if you love her, then she will love you too.”
Kyuhyun sighed, this time not in love but in pain.
“I don’t know noona, I don’t know…”
Teaser for the next part
Will Kyuhyun ever be able to open up his heart and tell Jungsu how he feels? And most importantly, will Jungsu like Kyuhyun back...? Find out in the next part, coming soon :)
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