Entry #31 : Let's get technical
Chapters : #31
Featuring : Brent Kingston, SJM members, Sungmin, Taemin SHINee
Beta-ed/QC-ed : virginangelic
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My Captain Kingston, I kind of killed him.
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
“No I’m fucking not.”
At first, Brent Kingston and I were engaged in those kind of conversations where the usual 'how are you I'm busy being an idol and I hate work because I count trapeziums' talk didn't really get anywhere interesting.
So we started playing a little game - reading each other’s minds and finishing each other’s sentences - because we’re really psychic that way and we wondered if we could still do it now that we’re a quantumagajillion miles away from each other.
Yeah, our friendship has always been really gay that way.
And then, after a while, I decided to finally break his freakin' brains.
“Henry, you’re fucking swearing too.”
Sorry Mom and yes, sorry God. Everyone else, sorry too.
“Because you started it, and I’m being fucking interesting here.”
But please excuse my French, ait?
“Jesus, Henry. I am shocked. You?”
“Yes. Me.”
“What would your MOM? say? Jocelyn? All the girls in your fan club? TK! TK’s gonna die, man.”
“So? What about them?”
My dear Brent, he’s always been that overly active kid who is curious about many, many, things.
Which ultimately means that he knows many, many things too.
“Damn. You really are in too deep with this, man.”
I could only laugh at that.
“So I’m calling you to ask how you’re doing and you’re telling me that you and Sungmin did…”
“Yup!”
When we were growing up together - through thick, thin and bingeing diets during exam periods - he took a knack out of feeding me with many, many things I didn’t need to know.
“But it wasn’t really…”
“Well…No. Not really.”
“So it’s what? Technical?”
“Technical is the right word.”
I guess you can say it’s my turn to murder him now.
And he sputtered, “What the hell is technical sex?”
“It means that we, you know…but…well I didn’t exactly…”
Once Brent knows about many things, he would want to know about many other things.
“Oh…Right. So it’s just him giving you a…”
“Yup!”
And that’s the reason why he is the only person that I could talk to about anything at all.
“Jesus!”
“Stop saying that.”
“Jesus!”
“Kingston!”
“How was it?”
“First time? Messy.”
“You’re never one to like cleaning anyway. But…Jesus!”
“Will you quit saying that as if it’s the first time you heard anyone doing that?”
“Well forgive me for never thinking that this is happening to my own best friend, Henry.”
See? So curious!
“But man, you’re not really based in Korea. I mean, that’s got to be hard now that you’ve gotten physical…”
“Technically.”
“Okay. Technically physical. I mean…Do you get like…satisfaction out of technicality?”
“Do you want me to describe it to you? I can do that you know. I’m free at the moment!”
“Thanks but let’s stick to the SUPERFICIAL, ait? So it’s just that? You won’t go as far as…”
“I don’t think we’re ready for that. I know he’s not.”
"Not...yet? For real?"
"Not yet. No fake."
“So you’re saying…you can’t wait for the practical to happen.”
“Nah, I can wait. It should be interesting."
"Interesting! You’re really going to do it aren’t you! Jesus I’m going to be the last virgin on the planet?”
I laughed harder. I was in a really good laughing mood for this.
“Anyway. You’re willing to wait when he’s already so technical on you - and I thought you already know the Kama Sutra at the back of your hand?”
"You can say he really doesn't want it to be just...you know. Fast, typical...plain."
“Ah…So he wants romance!”
“Word.”
“Sounds challenging.”
"I think it's hot."
"And I see he turned you into a Wonder Girl too."
"I don't mind. Everything about my Lee Sungmin is hot. So, so hot, hot!"
"You know I can foresee that you're going to get really sexually frustrated soon."
"I think so too."
"Get a dildo for the time being then."
"I like sexy, not kinky. Anyway, it’s going to be a lot more demanding if we start on that now.”
“Holy…look at you talking! If I hadn’t known you any better I’d probably be saying other things right now.”
“Other things like?”
“I’m actually still getting used to you talking like you’re in a relationship with another guy. That’s all.”
“I am in a relationship with another guy but my Lee Sungmin is-“
“I know, I know. He’s different, he’s gorgeous and blah-bla-bla same thing you’re always going to tell me. But yeah, dude, you sound so grown up its just…unusual, okay. Takes a LOT of getting used to!”
“Unusual! Christ, I’m only telling you this because you of all people should quit thinking like I’m this little boy who doesn’t know about the bees and the birds-“
“Birds and the bees, Henry.”
“Whatever. Bottom line is I'm happy and I’m happier that you’re happiest for me!"
“Okay. Congratulations, gay guy! You’re officially an adult having occasional technical sex.”
“Thank you for not biting me.”
“Oh I’m not entitled to do that anyway.”
Then Brent started laughing funny too.
“Dude I think you might have just created a new category for human classification.”
“Which is?”
“Technical virgin.”
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Do me a favour, will ya?
Imagine that you’re standing somewhere in Mars and you can see the Earth’s atmosphere.
Now…Can you see the Great Wall of China from Mars?
No, definitely not.
But I’ll tell you what you can see from Mars.
You sure as Hell can freakin’ see ME.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Oh. How you can see me from Mars is simple really.
“Henli ah…Please don’t stand in front of me!”
I’ll be wearing a shirt with polka dots that totally brings the ultimate pretty boy out of me.
“Henli, Henli! Please don’t come near me! My eyes hurt!”
And I don’t need to wave at you at all!
Because the polka dots are actually superbly silver, superbly shiny and superbly blinding that even if the Sun dies one day, you can still stand on Mars and look at Earth - and you can see me smacked right in the middle of it!
2 AM on a Sunday morning and in front of me, a supposedly drained Lee Donghae was walking around my living room with his huge eyes closed and his arms flailing about ahead of him.
And then, knocking into Ryeowook in purpose, he wailed, “Ommaaaaaaaaa! I’M BLIND!”
Christ, something like a pseudo-dress rehearsal (don’t ask what) wouldn’t give me so much terror before.
“Not funny, hyung ah!” I huffed as I shot up from the couch, wearing the crazy shirt and all.
The ceiling lights bounced off me, projecting a mighty burst of little balls of light all over the walls - and that caused Donghae to collapse to the ground slapping his hands over his eyes.
Ah…I can hear it now, my life’s new theme song for the following week.
Twinkle, twinkle Henry Lau……How I wonder what (the bloody hell) you are (wearing)?
Up above the world so high…Like a freaking disco ball in the sky…
Twinkle, twinkle Henry Lau…
How I wonder WTFH you are…
Captain Kingston, he’s into really funked up nursery rhymes - so this was just a follow up to the original hit Henry Dumpty Lau.
And you know what I’m going to say about my rising idol image already, right?
Oh wait…what idol image again?
Aiya!
Next to me, Ryeowook was laughing so hard, I swore his sharp cheekbones could have really stabbed me.
And he went, “You are as shiny as your new neighbours, Henli ah! Get it? SHINEE!”
Kim Yeh Sung’s words coming out of his mouth - and then I began to wonder if Super Junior M's stylist noona was making me wear this just because she harboured a freakin’ grudge against me.
*Leeteuk laugh*
I can bet you shi-freakin’-yuan (Still so funny, this pun on Shiwon’s name!) that this started from the penguin tuxedo top incident a few weeks back - I complained about it roasting me in the crazy heat of the weather, remember?
And now you see, you can’t really blame me for this, can you?
No, you can’t!
*Leeteuk laugh*
Boy. And I could say about a quantumbagajillion horrible things about the girl’s top and the WTFH bow thing my love fighter sensei was donning right then - but after a while they actually make him look as adorable as a freakin’ cupcake.
Donghae, on the other hand, was wearing that dangerously low-cut top Han Geng ever wore during the earlier days of our promotions under some see-through piece (I’ll never pull this off, ever) - and it looks good.
White pants are so 1983, but KyuHyun could work the runways in it - never mind if he was wearing some baseball shirt-ish top that was two times bigger than him.
My polka dots were just revenge, and that’s just about it.
It’s the simplest statement, man - My stylist noona is nomu yeppeo…
…My freakin’ ass!
Nomu EVIL is more like it, I swear on anything I was that damn horrified I’m not kidding.
And I can’t be fret about it, because the lousiest thing here is that she’s in charge of TOTAL WARDROBE MALFUNCTION.
Aiya!
And apparently having just returned from the Dream Concert didn’t kill everyone that night.
Donghae, he was literally rolling across the floor laughing his ass off when shiny me moved a little more.
“Yah, Henli’s nickname just got longer,” he said, clapping his hands with a gleeful grin. “Shiny Mojji!”
“Shiny Mojji? I agree!” Ryeowook nodded, tucking his hair behind his ear. “That’s so cute!”
Twinkle, twinkle Henry Lau…
Aiya!
I gawked at them. “Cute? How is this cute? This shirt is horrible, hyung ah! I look…UGH!”
KyuHyun came out of my kitchen with my Coke in hand but obviously never on my side in the first place.
And he said, “You should stand on the roof first thing tomorrow morning, when the sun rises.”
Everyone turned to him, going, “Why?”
“Solar power energy,” KyuHyun snorted like the superbly blah of a joker he’s turning into lately.
Laughter exploded again, and I was standing in the middle of it totally not getting anything humorous then.
WARGH!
I was taking the damn shirt off, grumbling like a madman when Ryeowook glanced at the time on the wall.
“Mimi’s not back yet,” he suddenly said when the tickles subsided. “It’s already really late.”
“Where did he go to? I haven’t seen him since we came back,” Donghae wondered, wide-eyed and all.
“He ignored us the other day,” KyuHyun sighed, taking the space next to Ryeowook in the couch.
“You called him fuwuyuan, hyung,” I muttered. “Of course he wouldn’t turn around.”
“Well I called his name and he did the same thing, didn’t he?”
“I think I saw him at the company earlier today,” Ryeowook said, suddenly remembering that.
“But he was with Han Kyungie and one of the managers. They looked serious. Meeting, perhaps?”
“Meeting with just Zhou Mi?” Donghae asked as serious as a damn doorknob. “Why’s that?”
We stopped talking when the apartment’s front door suddenly opened, and Zhou Mi walked in.
Speak of the Care Bear.
“Oh!” He said, pausing in his beeline when he saw just how crowded our living room was. “Hello!”
“You’re back,” Ryeowook said, breaking into his better (than mine, I know) Mandarin as he stood up.
“Yes I am,” Zhou Mi went, flashing a brief, tired smile. “Uhm, am I missing a slumber party or something?”
“We’re trying out the outfits for tomorrow’s show,” I answered when Ryeowook turned to me for help.
“Right,” Zhou Mi looked at the clothes strewn all over the floor. “Oh my God. What’s that?”
Make a wild guess at what he was pointing at, if you will.
Twinkle, twinkle Henry Lau… How I wonder WTFH you are…
“Anyway!” I huffed quickly when the rest started stitching up at Zhou Mi’s shocked reaction to my shirt.
“Where have you been the entire day? We haven’t seen what you’re going to wear tomorrow. Show us!”
He moved for his room when I asked that; resulting me in following him like a goddamn puppy at his heels.
Sheesh. How irritating was that?
Very, dammit. “Zhou-”
“I was at the company,” he replied curtly, entering his room and stopping me from coming any closer.
“I’m sorry but do you mind? I’ve had enough of the day, Henli ah.”
My patience snapped but I didn’t mean to snort at his answer. “Had enough of the day doing what?”
“Good night, Henli.”
Seriously, this guy!
“Mimi ah, you ignored me.”
I turned around to see KyuHyun standing with his arms folded across his chest, the black, black, black pupils of his eyes consuming the brightness of the atmosphere earlier and bringing it into a brief standstill.
“No I didn’t,” Zhou Mi answered after I translated that to him, becoming defensive all of a sudden.
“Again, I’m terribly sorry but I’m seriously tired now. Good night, Kui Xian.”
“Tired of what?” The ridiculed smirk on KyuHyun’s face debuted. “Mimi ah, what are you up to nowadays?”
I know Zhou Mi didn’t mean to slam the door on us, but he did anyway - and he freakin’ locked it, too.
“Okay now that’s just plain rude,” KyuHyun muttered, narrowing his eyes at the bright green of the door.
Then he said, “That’s it. He’s annoying me. I’m going to make him talk right now.”
“Hold on!”
KyuHyun jumped a little when I suddenly made a grab for the ball of his elbow with a yelp, stopping his knuckle before it could land on the door.
“What if he gets angry again?”
“Henli,” KyuHyun drawled with a couple of shakes of his head, as if ridiculed. “Do I look like I care?”
“But…He’s really scary when he’s angry, hyung.”
“Really? How scary?”
“Very. It’s like a very hungry monster! The…The HULK!”
KyuHyun’s black, black, black eyes gave me a good, hard and mega-weird look.
Okay so I could have said it in a much more convincing collection of words but whatever?
Then he went, “Henli…Are you afraid of the dark?”
“Huh?” I blinked at the total randomness of his question. “No. Why?”
“Then you shouldn’t be afraid of Mimi.”
Err…Okay.
*cue twilight zone jingle*?
I know, right. I think he was trying to be funny again too.
*GOJIRA LEETEUK LAUGH*
“Wait!”
KyuHyun’s knuckle came into a screeching halt mid-air again when Ryeowook popped up behind me.
“I think we should be sensitive about it,” he suggested. “Let’s just wait until he wants to talk to us.”
“And when will that be?”
“Tomorrow! He’s coming back with us to China anyway…He’d have to say something eventually.”
For some reason, in a really twisted kind of sense, I’ve been on the same frequency as KyuHyun nowadays.
I know. Maybe the aliens took me too - and altered the central gravity of the universe or something.
“Ryeowook hyungie ah,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you want to know about it now?”
“Yah, I do! Our Zhou Mimi’s behaviour is really disturbing but-“
“Okay. Settled,” KyuHyun interrupted, before going back to the door and finally knocking on it.
“Zhou Mi?”
Leaning against me, Ryeowook didn’t look impressed. “He’s not going to come out, Kyunnie. Let him be!”
“Mimi?” He called out again, raising his voice a little.
“Sorry,” I turned and gave my frowning love fighter sensei a comforting hug when KyuHyun ignored him.
And then yup, you guessed it.
“Wei…FU-WU-YUER!”
I bet you shi-freakin’¬-yuan he called just about everyone ‘waiter’ already - and again, not to worry, I take Paypal for this kind of transaction.
But Hell, that worked. The door swung open right after that.
“Kui Xian!” Zhou Mi sighed, his eyebrows coming to the middle of his face. “Please stop calling me waiter!”
“And how is that my problem?” KyuHyun smirked again. “You won’t answer to your name.”
“What? Translation!”
The highly reliable Korean > (still struggling) Chinese Babelfish I usually turn to for these two!
“Mimi ah, why are you so secretive nowadays? You missed our meetings, practice, rehearsals…”
“I’ve been busy with other things. But like how you said, how is that your problem, Kui Xian?”
I actually gasped at the chilly reply coming from the resident sunshine.
“Yah! I’m actually giving a damn about you right now so don’t be irritating, please.”
“Wei…You disturbed me about it in the first place! I’m not in any trouble, Kui Xian. I just have certain commitments to prioritize that I can’t talk about.”
“Why not?” Ryeowook came in, unaware that he might be short-circuiting my brains by doing so.
Maybe I should just bring Taemin over or something…I think my head was being deep-fried.
“Li Xu,” Zhou Mi went, exasperated. “You really don’t need to know. It’s just my personal issue with the management. It’s almost settled now.”
“Then why are you still missing?” Donghae spoke up. “We came back here and you’re not with us!”
“I’m sorr-”
“Don’t apologize, it just makes me want to strangle you,” KyuHyun mumbled, his tone flat out dead.
I struggled for a bit, before my brain processed the word conversion.
Zhou Mi’s eyes narrowed, bemused. “Strangle me.”
The shorter between them two didn’t look like he was kidding. “Yes.”
“Okay!” Zhou Mi snapped, throwing his arms up in the end. “What do you want me to do now?”
“You really won’t tell us?” Donghae went, his big, big, big eyes staring at Zhou Mi in a form of glare.
Zhou Mi the incredibly stubborn as Hell ninja shook his head.
And Donghae went, “Then I want to see you smile, Mimi ah! We miss your smile.”
“Smile?” Zhou Mi blinked, with the rest of us tree frogs doing the same at the random request.
That was when Super Junior’s Peter Pan suddenly brandished a brightly coloured feather duster in front of Zhou Mi’s face.
What the…Where in this dorm of mine did he get that?
“Smile,” Donghae repeated, ignoring our confusion and poking the tip of the feather duster into the tallest one’s chest threateningly.
I was thinking: Smile…Or what?
And the resident Peter Pan grinned, “Or we’re going to have to tickle you!”
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A few hours later on the same day, I decided to psycho myself into liking my shirt.
“Why are you wearing that now? Isn’t that for tomorrow?”
I looked at the polka dots on me with a sigh that sounded more like a tortured soul wailing in my mind.
“I’m just getting myself to get used to it. Stylist noona won’t change it for me!”
“The way I look at it, after a while, it really looks okay on you.”
“It does?”
Sungmin nodded, turning away from the toast he was making to give me another approving eyeball.
“Yeah it looks okay on you, Henli ah.”
“You said that twice,” I frowned, slouching as I perched on the little space of a cluttered counter top.
“Is that a bad thing, that I said it twice?”
“Yes. It means you don’t think it’s okay,” I muttered, sulking again. “Ah! I don’t like this shirt, Sungminnie!”
“You’re being childish. You look great in anything,” Sungmin deadpanned, multi-tasking with the toast.
“Are you really sure? I look good in anything? Only Shiwon hyung looks good in anything!”
Hey, if you were me right then you wouldn’t be feeling too hot even after giving yourself a good prep talk in front of the mirror the second you wake up and see goddamn polka dots hanging off your wardrobe!
“Tch,” he sighed. “Okay, you want to know the truth and nothing but the truth to this shirt you’re wearing?”
“Yes, please?”
“For the hundredth time, after a while, you look okay in it. Now pass me the plate.”
“Aish…No! You said that for the third time!”
“Plate!”
“And I don’t look good in anything,” I muttered, passing him the flat ceramic with an unhappy snort.
You can just see how shiny polka dots were still giving me a freakin’ unreasonable wardrobe depression.
“Henli ah,” Sungmin said, after piling the golden triangles and placing it safely aside.
“You’re right. You don’t look good in anything after all.”
“What!” I sputtered, feeling the hurt stabbing deeper into me at his superbly blunt statement.
But my Lee Sungmin, the lovely curls of his smile on his pretty face stretched a little wider as he slowly slid into the space between my dangling legs.
“Actually, you look the best in nothing,” he whispered, the blush of his cheeks after saying that killing me.
But not me, I wasn’t turning red at all!
“So...” Wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him into me, I winked. “I should look my best now, right?”
“Yes,” Sungmin giggled, pressing his lips against mine in a teasing, flirting kiss. “Why not right now…”
But I’m really not a horny guy, but you can say I get excited easily nowadays.
“Mmmm…Hmmmm…”
His hands slipped inside my stupid shiny shirt, wistfully trailing up the naked of my torso underneath it as the hot of his lips and the fierce of his tongue battled suggestively against my own.
I know, right. A little physical technicality before toast isn’t that bad at all, really!
*Evil Kangin giggle*
Then a stupid cough came from the skies, and we broke the heated moment to see Zhou Mi at the entrance.
Darn you sunshine!
“Good morning,” he greeted, embarrassed smile debuting as I (hesitantly) released Sungmin to let him get back to the preparing the rest of the breakfast we were going to have.
“Morning!” I jumped off the counter and went up to him. “Had a good night’s sleep?”
“Good? I’m still in pain!” he scowled, pulling out the box of orange juice and placing it between us.
“Serves you right for not wanting to smile last night,” I said, sticking my tongue out in my triumph.
Zhou Mi scoffed again at the experience, rubbing his stomach as he gave me an annoyed roll of his eyes.
And I bet he would hate feather dusters (like I do to polka dots) for the rest of his freakin’ life too.
“You’re up early. Are you going off to somewhere and be all secretive again?”
“As a matter of fact, yes I am. And why are you wearing tomorrow’s stage clothes today?”
“Adjusting myself to it.”
“What are you so worried about? After a while, it really looks okay on you.”
If Sungmin understood that, he would have burst laughing and save the very four words anyone in the wrong would hate to hear - and that is ‘I told you so’.
Oh well.
Then the doorbell rang.
Taemin.
“Morning Henry hyung!”
“Morning,” I greeted back, ignoring the fact that his bright banana-smile was gradually melting bit by bit.
Yes, he actually paused for a second when he saw what I was in. “Wow. You’re up early too!”
“Yes! Got to run for practice,” he replied, looking me in the eye to probably save his brains in the process.
Taemin looked past me and waved. “Morning Sungmin hyung!”
“Morning!”
And to Zhou Mi, Taemin’s shining Mandarin debuted to a spirited, “Zao shang hao Joo Myuk-sshi!”
“Hao!” Zhou Mi replied, looking impressed. “Hey…You can speak Mandarin?”
“Yes I can. I learnt it since I was in elementary school. Still learning it now, too!”
Purely adorable, that’s just what Taemin is made of I swear.
“And his Mandarin is better than yours. This is so funny,” Zhou Mi laughed - and I ignored that too.
“Join us for breakfast, Taeminnie ah,” Sungmin said, coming up behind me. “Toast and strawberry!”
“I’d like to, but I can’t,” he answered quickly, tossing a quick look over a shoulder to the noise outside.
“But I’d like to give this to Henry hyung before he goes back to China!”
Pleasantly surprised, I took the koala bear plush toy he shoved out to me.
“How come it’s not cactus?” I teased, smiling at the present.
“Cactus?” Taemin was supposed to laugh, but he looked worried instead. “You don’t like the bear?”
“No, no!” I shook my head quickly, hugging the toy. “That’s not what I meant. I was just joking with you.”
But Taemin wasn’t listening.
“Hyung, if you don’t like the bear I can take it back and give you one of the newer cacti I’ve been-”
Seriously…Whose adorable son is this?!
“Taemin!” I interrupted, reaching out to squeeze the bony of his arm. “I like it! Thank you so much.”
“Oh…okay. You’re welcome then! I’m glad you liked it. When’s your flight, hyung?”
“Four-thirty in the afternoon.”
“Take care hyung,” he said with a nod of his head. “I’d really like to send you off at the airport but I can’t!”
I was very amused at that. “Ah…don’t worry about that, Taeminnie ah.”
“I’ll continue to support Super Junior M from Korea! Jia you!”
“And I’ll continue to support SHINEE all the way from China, too. Hwaiting!”
I raised my palm and he happily slapped me a five.
Smashing big brother material, me.
“Thank you! I’ll really miss you when you’re gone. Ah, I have to run now. See you again! Goodbye!”
Sungmin was laughing when I returned to the kitchen table with the koala bear in hand.
Zhou Mi, as usual, went AWOL again.
“I think he has a little crush on you,” he then added, wiggling his eyebrows at my beaming right then.
“Crush?” I smirked at that. “He’s really cute. I like him a lot too. Does he have my number?”
“Of course he does - he’s your number one fan!”
Funny…I can’t remember giving him my number. Maybe it’s just my STML (short term memory loss, fyi)?
Oh well. “Then we can keep in contact!”
“You’ve taken a real liking to him, haven’t you?” Sungmin laughed, passing me a plate with toast in it.
I grinned at him. “Why? Jealous?”
“Should I be?”
“Hmmm.”
“Hmmmmmmm?”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Crazy.”
“Crazy for you!”
Shameless infatuated dork in shiny polka dots, that’s me.
I was about to take a huge bite out of my breakfast when the doorbell rang again.
Only this time around, I made Zhou Mi come out of his room and answer it - because FOOD > DOORBELL.
“Morning, everyone.”
I turned my head over my shoulder to see Zhou Mi, Shiwon and Han Kyung walking into the dorm.
Behind them, KyuHyun, Ryeowook and Donghae followed suit - with Ryeowook calling me over.
And boy, things didn’t really look jolly from what I was seeing.
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“What’s going on?”
I took a seat next to Ryeowook in the couch that we were gathered to sit in, wondering at the darkened atmosphere that the members of Super Junior M just brought into my apartment.
Ryeowook slipped an arm around mine, and went, “Shh. Listen first.”
“My visa’s still not cleared,” Han Kyung started, his usually handsome features dogged by a grim expression.
“And Shiwon’s still unwell, so you guys have to go back to Guangzhou without us for the time being.”
You know, Bionic man really was sick and it’s just that he really didn’t look like he was.
“You two are going to miss tomorrow’s filming?” Donghae asked, pulling the beanie lower above his eyes.
“I’m afraid so, yes. But don’t worry, we’ll send our messages through a video recording.”
KyuHyun’s eyebrows rose. “Who is going to be leader then?”
“Zhou Mi.”
He snapped his head up when his name was called, as if he hadn’t been paying attention to this all along.
Then I realized that he was only like that because I forgot to be his Babelfish.
Aiya!
With huge, blinking eyes, Zhou Mi pointed to himself and went, “Me?”
Han Kyung switched to Mandarin, and of course beat me to it hands down.
“But I was told to stay in Korea for a few more days,” Zhou Mi replied quietly, giving me a nasty surprise.
“What?” I blurted, turning to him. “You can’t go back to China with us now? Why?”
Okay now this was definitely not funny.
Apparently Ryeowook was surprisingly fast in catching the Chinese around him, too.
So you can imagine the slight chaos he created when he asked, “Mimi. Why can’t you come back with us?”
“Yah!” KyuHyun’s eyebrows rose again. “You seriously expect Henli here to temporarily lead us there?”
“Hey!” I stopped before I could convert that sentence to Zhou Mi who was losing his understanding again.
“Sorry but you’re not Chinese!” KyuHyun said, silencing me with a raise of his finger to his lips.
“You can’t even cook Beijing fried rice.”
Wei! That’s just totally out of context, dawg!
“Hyung.” My shoulders slumped. “I thought you said I could, the last time.”
“I was wrong. Not all Chinese know kung-fu, and not all Chinese can cook Beijing fried rice.”
“I can help with it,” I argued lamely, before Ryeowook broke our argument with a stern glare.
We all fell silent after that, feeling really stupid and all.
“It’s been cleared!” Han Kyung continued; drawing everyone’s disrupted attention to him once again.
“Mimi ah,” our leader went, reaching out to plant a hand on one of Zhou Mi’s slouching shoulders.
“Pack your bags. You’re going back to China with the group!”
“Really? I can really go back and join the group again? Are you sure about this, gege?”
Christ. He was talking like he was in the process of being kicked out of the group or something.
Which is something that is never going to happen.
Right?
I’ll really die if he does. My Mandarin still sucks - and fans are going to come after me for giving Han Kyung grey hair…because he’s the only one who can speak awesome Mando if Zhou Mi isn’t around and that's just plain stressful-
AIYA!
“Yes you can,” Han Kyung nodded confidently.
“It’s been settled here. I took care of everything, so you’re going to be responsible for the group until I can get my Visa cleared, and return to SJM with Shiwonnie.”
Took care of WHAT?
That’s it. Aliens took everyone - and I totally missed it since I’m pretty much a retard with STML and all?
But I guess I didn’t have to worry about that anymore when the thick, dense atmosphere that clouded us all a second ago suddenly lifted - and shattered into oblivion when Zhou Mi immediately brightened up to a huge smile to mirror Han Kyung’s powerful own.
And he quickly nodded, “Yes, sir!”
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!
Han Kyung then went all Korean to tell the rest that we got our Care Bear back, and it actually made KyuHyun and I exchange pleased smiles at each other in our satisfaction that our never-ending worry was over.
Twilight Zone moment, it definitely was - but it was still pretty nice, even for a second.
Our…Member love.
Yes, technically.
*Leeteuk laugh*
Suddenly, in a split second, Zhou Mi turned sour all over again.
“Wait!” He went, quickly grabbing at Han Kyung’s shirt sleeve and making him turn back to the younger one.
“You mean I’ve to translate EVERYTHING to EVERYONE until you come back?!!??”
Our leader laughed, before giving the younger between them a sympathetic shrug.
“Yes! You’re in charge of the group’s communication until then,” he informed with a proud nod.
Then Han Kyung turned to give me this snickering grin that only made me frown.
“Henli here is not exactly Chinese, you know…”
Wei…Don't have to mock me, you know!
“…So acting leader Zhou Mimi, jia you!”
Oh what the hell.
JIA YOU, MIMI AH!!!
He’s going to really need it any way.
*Leeteuk laugh*
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And here's pimpin' Henry's partner-in-Boogaloo-poppin'...
TOTEZHENRYSTOKKA sassydork went (what else) stalking on dying browsers and crashing innenet to stumble across :
Yup, it's TK alright! He has his own channel and stuff and he's pretty much the awesome jello man we've heard so much about. I think May turned me into a totez hardcore fan or something that i made a gif to pimp TK out lol.
*FIXED TAGS, I KNOW.
Featuring : Brent Kingston, SJM members, Sungmin, Taemin SHINee
Beta-ed/QC-ed : virginangelic
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My Captain Kingston, I kind of killed him.
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
“No I’m fucking not.”
At first, Brent Kingston and I were engaged in those kind of conversations where the usual 'how are you I'm busy being an idol and I hate work because I count trapeziums' talk didn't really get anywhere interesting.
So we started playing a little game - reading each other’s minds and finishing each other’s sentences - because we’re really psychic that way and we wondered if we could still do it now that we’re a quantumagajillion miles away from each other.
Yeah, our friendship has always been really gay that way.
And then, after a while, I decided to finally break his freakin' brains.
“Henry, you’re fucking swearing too.”
Sorry Mom and yes, sorry God. Everyone else, sorry too.
“Because you started it, and I’m being fucking interesting here.”
But please excuse my French, ait?
“Jesus, Henry. I am shocked. You?”
“Yes. Me.”
“What would your MOM? say? Jocelyn? All the girls in your fan club? TK! TK’s gonna die, man.”
“So? What about them?”
My dear Brent, he’s always been that overly active kid who is curious about many, many, things.
Which ultimately means that he knows many, many things too.
“Damn. You really are in too deep with this, man.”
I could only laugh at that.
“So I’m calling you to ask how you’re doing and you’re telling me that you and Sungmin did…”
“Yup!”
When we were growing up together - through thick, thin and bingeing diets during exam periods - he took a knack out of feeding me with many, many things I didn’t need to know.
“But it wasn’t really…”
“Well…No. Not really.”
“So it’s what? Technical?”
“Technical is the right word.”
I guess you can say it’s my turn to murder him now.
And he sputtered, “What the hell is technical sex?”
“It means that we, you know…but…well I didn’t exactly…”
Once Brent knows about many things, he would want to know about many other things.
“Oh…Right. So it’s just him giving you a…”
“Yup!”
And that’s the reason why he is the only person that I could talk to about anything at all.
“Jesus!”
“Stop saying that.”
“Jesus!”
“Kingston!”
“How was it?”
“First time? Messy.”
“You’re never one to like cleaning anyway. But…Jesus!”
“Will you quit saying that as if it’s the first time you heard anyone doing that?”
“Well forgive me for never thinking that this is happening to my own best friend, Henry.”
See? So curious!
“But man, you’re not really based in Korea. I mean, that’s got to be hard now that you’ve gotten physical…”
“Technically.”
“Okay. Technically physical. I mean…Do you get like…satisfaction out of technicality?”
“Do you want me to describe it to you? I can do that you know. I’m free at the moment!”
“Thanks but let’s stick to the SUPERFICIAL, ait? So it’s just that? You won’t go as far as…”
“I don’t think we’re ready for that. I know he’s not.”
"Not...yet? For real?"
"Not yet. No fake."
“So you’re saying…you can’t wait for the practical to happen.”
“Nah, I can wait. It should be interesting."
"Interesting! You’re really going to do it aren’t you! Jesus I’m going to be the last virgin on the planet?”
I laughed harder. I was in a really good laughing mood for this.
“Anyway. You’re willing to wait when he’s already so technical on you - and I thought you already know the Kama Sutra at the back of your hand?”
"You can say he really doesn't want it to be just...you know. Fast, typical...plain."
“Ah…So he wants romance!”
“Word.”
“Sounds challenging.”
"I think it's hot."
"And I see he turned you into a Wonder Girl too."
"I don't mind. Everything about my Lee Sungmin is hot. So, so hot, hot!"
"You know I can foresee that you're going to get really sexually frustrated soon."
"I think so too."
"Get a dildo for the time being then."
"I like sexy, not kinky. Anyway, it’s going to be a lot more demanding if we start on that now.”
“Holy…look at you talking! If I hadn’t known you any better I’d probably be saying other things right now.”
“Other things like?”
“I’m actually still getting used to you talking like you’re in a relationship with another guy. That’s all.”
“I am in a relationship with another guy but my Lee Sungmin is-“
“I know, I know. He’s different, he’s gorgeous and blah-bla-bla same thing you’re always going to tell me. But yeah, dude, you sound so grown up its just…unusual, okay. Takes a LOT of getting used to!”
“Unusual! Christ, I’m only telling you this because you of all people should quit thinking like I’m this little boy who doesn’t know about the bees and the birds-“
“Birds and the bees, Henry.”
“Whatever. Bottom line is I'm happy and I’m happier that you’re happiest for me!"
“Okay. Congratulations, gay guy! You’re officially an adult having occasional technical sex.”
“Thank you for not biting me.”
“Oh I’m not entitled to do that anyway.”
Then Brent started laughing funny too.
“Dude I think you might have just created a new category for human classification.”
“Which is?”
“Technical virgin.”
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Do me a favour, will ya?
Imagine that you’re standing somewhere in Mars and you can see the Earth’s atmosphere.
Now…Can you see the Great Wall of China from Mars?
No, definitely not.
But I’ll tell you what you can see from Mars.
You sure as Hell can freakin’ see ME.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Oh. How you can see me from Mars is simple really.
“Henli ah…Please don’t stand in front of me!”
I’ll be wearing a shirt with polka dots that totally brings the ultimate pretty boy out of me.
“Henli, Henli! Please don’t come near me! My eyes hurt!”
And I don’t need to wave at you at all!
Because the polka dots are actually superbly silver, superbly shiny and superbly blinding that even if the Sun dies one day, you can still stand on Mars and look at Earth - and you can see me smacked right in the middle of it!
2 AM on a Sunday morning and in front of me, a supposedly drained Lee Donghae was walking around my living room with his huge eyes closed and his arms flailing about ahead of him.
And then, knocking into Ryeowook in purpose, he wailed, “Ommaaaaaaaaa! I’M BLIND!”
Christ, something like a pseudo-dress rehearsal (don’t ask what) wouldn’t give me so much terror before.
“Not funny, hyung ah!” I huffed as I shot up from the couch, wearing the crazy shirt and all.
The ceiling lights bounced off me, projecting a mighty burst of little balls of light all over the walls - and that caused Donghae to collapse to the ground slapping his hands over his eyes.
Ah…I can hear it now, my life’s new theme song for the following week.
Twinkle, twinkle Henry Lau……How I wonder what (the bloody hell) you are (wearing)?
Up above the world so high…Like a freaking disco ball in the sky…
Twinkle, twinkle Henry Lau…
How I wonder WTFH you are…
Captain Kingston, he’s into really funked up nursery rhymes - so this was just a follow up to the original hit Henry Dumpty Lau.
And you know what I’m going to say about my rising idol image already, right?
Oh wait…what idol image again?
Aiya!
Next to me, Ryeowook was laughing so hard, I swore his sharp cheekbones could have really stabbed me.
And he went, “You are as shiny as your new neighbours, Henli ah! Get it? SHINEE!”
Kim Yeh Sung’s words coming out of his mouth - and then I began to wonder if Super Junior M's stylist noona was making me wear this just because she harboured a freakin’ grudge against me.
*Leeteuk laugh*
I can bet you shi-freakin’-yuan (Still so funny, this pun on Shiwon’s name!) that this started from the penguin tuxedo top incident a few weeks back - I complained about it roasting me in the crazy heat of the weather, remember?
And now you see, you can’t really blame me for this, can you?
No, you can’t!
*Leeteuk laugh*
Boy. And I could say about a quantumbagajillion horrible things about the girl’s top and the WTFH bow thing my love fighter sensei was donning right then - but after a while they actually make him look as adorable as a freakin’ cupcake.
Donghae, on the other hand, was wearing that dangerously low-cut top Han Geng ever wore during the earlier days of our promotions under some see-through piece (I’ll never pull this off, ever) - and it looks good.
White pants are so 1983, but KyuHyun could work the runways in it - never mind if he was wearing some baseball shirt-ish top that was two times bigger than him.
My polka dots were just revenge, and that’s just about it.
It’s the simplest statement, man - My stylist noona is nomu yeppeo…
…My freakin’ ass!
Nomu EVIL is more like it, I swear on anything I was that damn horrified I’m not kidding.
And I can’t be fret about it, because the lousiest thing here is that she’s in charge of TOTAL WARDROBE MALFUNCTION.
Aiya!
And apparently having just returned from the Dream Concert didn’t kill everyone that night.
Donghae, he was literally rolling across the floor laughing his ass off when shiny me moved a little more.
“Yah, Henli’s nickname just got longer,” he said, clapping his hands with a gleeful grin. “Shiny Mojji!”
“Shiny Mojji? I agree!” Ryeowook nodded, tucking his hair behind his ear. “That’s so cute!”
Twinkle, twinkle Henry Lau…
Aiya!
I gawked at them. “Cute? How is this cute? This shirt is horrible, hyung ah! I look…UGH!”
KyuHyun came out of my kitchen with my Coke in hand but obviously never on my side in the first place.
And he said, “You should stand on the roof first thing tomorrow morning, when the sun rises.”
Everyone turned to him, going, “Why?”
“Solar power energy,” KyuHyun snorted like the superbly blah of a joker he’s turning into lately.
Laughter exploded again, and I was standing in the middle of it totally not getting anything humorous then.
WARGH!
I was taking the damn shirt off, grumbling like a madman when Ryeowook glanced at the time on the wall.
“Mimi’s not back yet,” he suddenly said when the tickles subsided. “It’s already really late.”
“Where did he go to? I haven’t seen him since we came back,” Donghae wondered, wide-eyed and all.
“He ignored us the other day,” KyuHyun sighed, taking the space next to Ryeowook in the couch.
“You called him fuwuyuan, hyung,” I muttered. “Of course he wouldn’t turn around.”
“Well I called his name and he did the same thing, didn’t he?”
“I think I saw him at the company earlier today,” Ryeowook said, suddenly remembering that.
“But he was with Han Kyungie and one of the managers. They looked serious. Meeting, perhaps?”
“Meeting with just Zhou Mi?” Donghae asked as serious as a damn doorknob. “Why’s that?”
We stopped talking when the apartment’s front door suddenly opened, and Zhou Mi walked in.
Speak of the Care Bear.
“Oh!” He said, pausing in his beeline when he saw just how crowded our living room was. “Hello!”
“You’re back,” Ryeowook said, breaking into his better (than mine, I know) Mandarin as he stood up.
“Yes I am,” Zhou Mi went, flashing a brief, tired smile. “Uhm, am I missing a slumber party or something?”
“We’re trying out the outfits for tomorrow’s show,” I answered when Ryeowook turned to me for help.
“Right,” Zhou Mi looked at the clothes strewn all over the floor. “Oh my God. What’s that?”
Make a wild guess at what he was pointing at, if you will.
Twinkle, twinkle Henry Lau… How I wonder WTFH you are…
“Anyway!” I huffed quickly when the rest started stitching up at Zhou Mi’s shocked reaction to my shirt.
“Where have you been the entire day? We haven’t seen what you’re going to wear tomorrow. Show us!”
He moved for his room when I asked that; resulting me in following him like a goddamn puppy at his heels.
Sheesh. How irritating was that?
Very, dammit. “Zhou-”
“I was at the company,” he replied curtly, entering his room and stopping me from coming any closer.
“I’m sorry but do you mind? I’ve had enough of the day, Henli ah.”
My patience snapped but I didn’t mean to snort at his answer. “Had enough of the day doing what?”
“Good night, Henli.”
Seriously, this guy!
“Mimi ah, you ignored me.”
I turned around to see KyuHyun standing with his arms folded across his chest, the black, black, black pupils of his eyes consuming the brightness of the atmosphere earlier and bringing it into a brief standstill.
“No I didn’t,” Zhou Mi answered after I translated that to him, becoming defensive all of a sudden.
“Again, I’m terribly sorry but I’m seriously tired now. Good night, Kui Xian.”
“Tired of what?” The ridiculed smirk on KyuHyun’s face debuted. “Mimi ah, what are you up to nowadays?”
I know Zhou Mi didn’t mean to slam the door on us, but he did anyway - and he freakin’ locked it, too.
“Okay now that’s just plain rude,” KyuHyun muttered, narrowing his eyes at the bright green of the door.
Then he said, “That’s it. He’s annoying me. I’m going to make him talk right now.”
“Hold on!”
KyuHyun jumped a little when I suddenly made a grab for the ball of his elbow with a yelp, stopping his knuckle before it could land on the door.
“What if he gets angry again?”
“Henli,” KyuHyun drawled with a couple of shakes of his head, as if ridiculed. “Do I look like I care?”
“But…He’s really scary when he’s angry, hyung.”
“Really? How scary?”
“Very. It’s like a very hungry monster! The…The HULK!”
KyuHyun’s black, black, black eyes gave me a good, hard and mega-weird look.
Okay so I could have said it in a much more convincing collection of words but whatever?
Then he went, “Henli…Are you afraid of the dark?”
“Huh?” I blinked at the total randomness of his question. “No. Why?”
“Then you shouldn’t be afraid of Mimi.”
Err…Okay.
*cue twilight zone jingle*?
I know, right. I think he was trying to be funny again too.
*GOJIRA LEETEUK LAUGH*
“Wait!”
KyuHyun’s knuckle came into a screeching halt mid-air again when Ryeowook popped up behind me.
“I think we should be sensitive about it,” he suggested. “Let’s just wait until he wants to talk to us.”
“And when will that be?”
“Tomorrow! He’s coming back with us to China anyway…He’d have to say something eventually.”
For some reason, in a really twisted kind of sense, I’ve been on the same frequency as KyuHyun nowadays.
I know. Maybe the aliens took me too - and altered the central gravity of the universe or something.
“Ryeowook hyungie ah,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you want to know about it now?”
“Yah, I do! Our Zhou Mimi’s behaviour is really disturbing but-“
“Okay. Settled,” KyuHyun interrupted, before going back to the door and finally knocking on it.
“Zhou Mi?”
Leaning against me, Ryeowook didn’t look impressed. “He’s not going to come out, Kyunnie. Let him be!”
“Mimi?” He called out again, raising his voice a little.
“Sorry,” I turned and gave my frowning love fighter sensei a comforting hug when KyuHyun ignored him.
And then yup, you guessed it.
“Wei…FU-WU-YUER!”
I bet you shi-freakin’¬-yuan he called just about everyone ‘waiter’ already - and again, not to worry, I take Paypal for this kind of transaction.
But Hell, that worked. The door swung open right after that.
“Kui Xian!” Zhou Mi sighed, his eyebrows coming to the middle of his face. “Please stop calling me waiter!”
“And how is that my problem?” KyuHyun smirked again. “You won’t answer to your name.”
“What? Translation!”
The highly reliable Korean > (still struggling) Chinese Babelfish I usually turn to for these two!
“Mimi ah, why are you so secretive nowadays? You missed our meetings, practice, rehearsals…”
“I’ve been busy with other things. But like how you said, how is that your problem, Kui Xian?”
I actually gasped at the chilly reply coming from the resident sunshine.
“Yah! I’m actually giving a damn about you right now so don’t be irritating, please.”
“Wei…You disturbed me about it in the first place! I’m not in any trouble, Kui Xian. I just have certain commitments to prioritize that I can’t talk about.”
“Why not?” Ryeowook came in, unaware that he might be short-circuiting my brains by doing so.
Maybe I should just bring Taemin over or something…I think my head was being deep-fried.
“Li Xu,” Zhou Mi went, exasperated. “You really don’t need to know. It’s just my personal issue with the management. It’s almost settled now.”
“Then why are you still missing?” Donghae spoke up. “We came back here and you’re not with us!”
“I’m sorr-”
“Don’t apologize, it just makes me want to strangle you,” KyuHyun mumbled, his tone flat out dead.
I struggled for a bit, before my brain processed the word conversion.
Zhou Mi’s eyes narrowed, bemused. “Strangle me.”
The shorter between them two didn’t look like he was kidding. “Yes.”
“Okay!” Zhou Mi snapped, throwing his arms up in the end. “What do you want me to do now?”
“You really won’t tell us?” Donghae went, his big, big, big eyes staring at Zhou Mi in a form of glare.
Zhou Mi the incredibly stubborn as Hell ninja shook his head.
And Donghae went, “Then I want to see you smile, Mimi ah! We miss your smile.”
“Smile?” Zhou Mi blinked, with the rest of us tree frogs doing the same at the random request.
That was when Super Junior’s Peter Pan suddenly brandished a brightly coloured feather duster in front of Zhou Mi’s face.
What the…Where in this dorm of mine did he get that?
“Smile,” Donghae repeated, ignoring our confusion and poking the tip of the feather duster into the tallest one’s chest threateningly.
I was thinking: Smile…Or what?
And the resident Peter Pan grinned, “Or we’re going to have to tickle you!”
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A few hours later on the same day, I decided to psycho myself into liking my shirt.
“Why are you wearing that now? Isn’t that for tomorrow?”
I looked at the polka dots on me with a sigh that sounded more like a tortured soul wailing in my mind.
“I’m just getting myself to get used to it. Stylist noona won’t change it for me!”
“The way I look at it, after a while, it really looks okay on you.”
“It does?”
Sungmin nodded, turning away from the toast he was making to give me another approving eyeball.
“Yeah it looks okay on you, Henli ah.”
“You said that twice,” I frowned, slouching as I perched on the little space of a cluttered counter top.
“Is that a bad thing, that I said it twice?”
“Yes. It means you don’t think it’s okay,” I muttered, sulking again. “Ah! I don’t like this shirt, Sungminnie!”
“You’re being childish. You look great in anything,” Sungmin deadpanned, multi-tasking with the toast.
“Are you really sure? I look good in anything? Only Shiwon hyung looks good in anything!”
Hey, if you were me right then you wouldn’t be feeling too hot even after giving yourself a good prep talk in front of the mirror the second you wake up and see goddamn polka dots hanging off your wardrobe!
“Tch,” he sighed. “Okay, you want to know the truth and nothing but the truth to this shirt you’re wearing?”
“Yes, please?”
“For the hundredth time, after a while, you look okay in it. Now pass me the plate.”
“Aish…No! You said that for the third time!”
“Plate!”
“And I don’t look good in anything,” I muttered, passing him the flat ceramic with an unhappy snort.
You can just see how shiny polka dots were still giving me a freakin’ unreasonable wardrobe depression.
“Henli ah,” Sungmin said, after piling the golden triangles and placing it safely aside.
“You’re right. You don’t look good in anything after all.”
“What!” I sputtered, feeling the hurt stabbing deeper into me at his superbly blunt statement.
But my Lee Sungmin, the lovely curls of his smile on his pretty face stretched a little wider as he slowly slid into the space between my dangling legs.
“Actually, you look the best in nothing,” he whispered, the blush of his cheeks after saying that killing me.
But not me, I wasn’t turning red at all!
“So...” Wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him into me, I winked. “I should look my best now, right?”
“Yes,” Sungmin giggled, pressing his lips against mine in a teasing, flirting kiss. “Why not right now…”
But I’m really not a horny guy, but you can say I get excited easily nowadays.
“Mmmm…Hmmmm…”
His hands slipped inside my stupid shiny shirt, wistfully trailing up the naked of my torso underneath it as the hot of his lips and the fierce of his tongue battled suggestively against my own.
I know, right. A little physical technicality before toast isn’t that bad at all, really!
*Evil Kangin giggle*
Then a stupid cough came from the skies, and we broke the heated moment to see Zhou Mi at the entrance.
Darn you sunshine!
“Good morning,” he greeted, embarrassed smile debuting as I (hesitantly) released Sungmin to let him get back to the preparing the rest of the breakfast we were going to have.
“Morning!” I jumped off the counter and went up to him. “Had a good night’s sleep?”
“Good? I’m still in pain!” he scowled, pulling out the box of orange juice and placing it between us.
“Serves you right for not wanting to smile last night,” I said, sticking my tongue out in my triumph.
Zhou Mi scoffed again at the experience, rubbing his stomach as he gave me an annoyed roll of his eyes.
And I bet he would hate feather dusters (like I do to polka dots) for the rest of his freakin’ life too.
“You’re up early. Are you going off to somewhere and be all secretive again?”
“As a matter of fact, yes I am. And why are you wearing tomorrow’s stage clothes today?”
“Adjusting myself to it.”
“What are you so worried about? After a while, it really looks okay on you.”
If Sungmin understood that, he would have burst laughing and save the very four words anyone in the wrong would hate to hear - and that is ‘I told you so’.
Oh well.
Then the doorbell rang.
Taemin.
“Morning Henry hyung!”
“Morning,” I greeted back, ignoring the fact that his bright banana-smile was gradually melting bit by bit.
Yes, he actually paused for a second when he saw what I was in. “Wow. You’re up early too!”
“Yes! Got to run for practice,” he replied, looking me in the eye to probably save his brains in the process.
Taemin looked past me and waved. “Morning Sungmin hyung!”
“Morning!”
And to Zhou Mi, Taemin’s shining Mandarin debuted to a spirited, “Zao shang hao Joo Myuk-sshi!”
“Hao!” Zhou Mi replied, looking impressed. “Hey…You can speak Mandarin?”
“Yes I can. I learnt it since I was in elementary school. Still learning it now, too!”
Purely adorable, that’s just what Taemin is made of I swear.
“And his Mandarin is better than yours. This is so funny,” Zhou Mi laughed - and I ignored that too.
“Join us for breakfast, Taeminnie ah,” Sungmin said, coming up behind me. “Toast and strawberry!”
“I’d like to, but I can’t,” he answered quickly, tossing a quick look over a shoulder to the noise outside.
“But I’d like to give this to Henry hyung before he goes back to China!”
Pleasantly surprised, I took the koala bear plush toy he shoved out to me.
“How come it’s not cactus?” I teased, smiling at the present.
“Cactus?” Taemin was supposed to laugh, but he looked worried instead. “You don’t like the bear?”
“No, no!” I shook my head quickly, hugging the toy. “That’s not what I meant. I was just joking with you.”
But Taemin wasn’t listening.
“Hyung, if you don’t like the bear I can take it back and give you one of the newer cacti I’ve been-”
Seriously…Whose adorable son is this?!
“Taemin!” I interrupted, reaching out to squeeze the bony of his arm. “I like it! Thank you so much.”
“Oh…okay. You’re welcome then! I’m glad you liked it. When’s your flight, hyung?”
“Four-thirty in the afternoon.”
“Take care hyung,” he said with a nod of his head. “I’d really like to send you off at the airport but I can’t!”
I was very amused at that. “Ah…don’t worry about that, Taeminnie ah.”
“I’ll continue to support Super Junior M from Korea! Jia you!”
“And I’ll continue to support SHINEE all the way from China, too. Hwaiting!”
I raised my palm and he happily slapped me a five.
Smashing big brother material, me.
“Thank you! I’ll really miss you when you’re gone. Ah, I have to run now. See you again! Goodbye!”
Sungmin was laughing when I returned to the kitchen table with the koala bear in hand.
Zhou Mi, as usual, went AWOL again.
“I think he has a little crush on you,” he then added, wiggling his eyebrows at my beaming right then.
“Crush?” I smirked at that. “He’s really cute. I like him a lot too. Does he have my number?”
“Of course he does - he’s your number one fan!”
Funny…I can’t remember giving him my number. Maybe it’s just my STML (short term memory loss, fyi)?
Oh well. “Then we can keep in contact!”
“You’ve taken a real liking to him, haven’t you?” Sungmin laughed, passing me a plate with toast in it.
I grinned at him. “Why? Jealous?”
“Should I be?”
“Hmmm.”
“Hmmmmmmm?”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Crazy.”
“Crazy for you!”
Shameless infatuated dork in shiny polka dots, that’s me.
I was about to take a huge bite out of my breakfast when the doorbell rang again.
Only this time around, I made Zhou Mi come out of his room and answer it - because FOOD > DOORBELL.
“Morning, everyone.”
I turned my head over my shoulder to see Zhou Mi, Shiwon and Han Kyung walking into the dorm.
Behind them, KyuHyun, Ryeowook and Donghae followed suit - with Ryeowook calling me over.
And boy, things didn’t really look jolly from what I was seeing.
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“What’s going on?”
I took a seat next to Ryeowook in the couch that we were gathered to sit in, wondering at the darkened atmosphere that the members of Super Junior M just brought into my apartment.
Ryeowook slipped an arm around mine, and went, “Shh. Listen first.”
“My visa’s still not cleared,” Han Kyung started, his usually handsome features dogged by a grim expression.
“And Shiwon’s still unwell, so you guys have to go back to Guangzhou without us for the time being.”
You know, Bionic man really was sick and it’s just that he really didn’t look like he was.
“You two are going to miss tomorrow’s filming?” Donghae asked, pulling the beanie lower above his eyes.
“I’m afraid so, yes. But don’t worry, we’ll send our messages through a video recording.”
KyuHyun’s eyebrows rose. “Who is going to be leader then?”
“Zhou Mi.”
He snapped his head up when his name was called, as if he hadn’t been paying attention to this all along.
Then I realized that he was only like that because I forgot to be his Babelfish.
Aiya!
With huge, blinking eyes, Zhou Mi pointed to himself and went, “Me?”
Han Kyung switched to Mandarin, and of course beat me to it hands down.
“But I was told to stay in Korea for a few more days,” Zhou Mi replied quietly, giving me a nasty surprise.
“What?” I blurted, turning to him. “You can’t go back to China with us now? Why?”
Okay now this was definitely not funny.
Apparently Ryeowook was surprisingly fast in catching the Chinese around him, too.
So you can imagine the slight chaos he created when he asked, “Mimi. Why can’t you come back with us?”
“Yah!” KyuHyun’s eyebrows rose again. “You seriously expect Henli here to temporarily lead us there?”
“Hey!” I stopped before I could convert that sentence to Zhou Mi who was losing his understanding again.
“Sorry but you’re not Chinese!” KyuHyun said, silencing me with a raise of his finger to his lips.
“You can’t even cook Beijing fried rice.”
Wei! That’s just totally out of context, dawg!
“Hyung.” My shoulders slumped. “I thought you said I could, the last time.”
“I was wrong. Not all Chinese know kung-fu, and not all Chinese can cook Beijing fried rice.”
“I can help with it,” I argued lamely, before Ryeowook broke our argument with a stern glare.
We all fell silent after that, feeling really stupid and all.
“It’s been cleared!” Han Kyung continued; drawing everyone’s disrupted attention to him once again.
“Mimi ah,” our leader went, reaching out to plant a hand on one of Zhou Mi’s slouching shoulders.
“Pack your bags. You’re going back to China with the group!”
“Really? I can really go back and join the group again? Are you sure about this, gege?”
Christ. He was talking like he was in the process of being kicked out of the group or something.
Which is something that is never going to happen.
Right?
I’ll really die if he does. My Mandarin still sucks - and fans are going to come after me for giving Han Kyung grey hair…because he’s the only one who can speak awesome Mando if Zhou Mi isn’t around and that's just plain stressful-
AIYA!
“Yes you can,” Han Kyung nodded confidently.
“It’s been settled here. I took care of everything, so you’re going to be responsible for the group until I can get my Visa cleared, and return to SJM with Shiwonnie.”
Took care of WHAT?
That’s it. Aliens took everyone - and I totally missed it since I’m pretty much a retard with STML and all?
But I guess I didn’t have to worry about that anymore when the thick, dense atmosphere that clouded us all a second ago suddenly lifted - and shattered into oblivion when Zhou Mi immediately brightened up to a huge smile to mirror Han Kyung’s powerful own.
And he quickly nodded, “Yes, sir!”
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!
Han Kyung then went all Korean to tell the rest that we got our Care Bear back, and it actually made KyuHyun and I exchange pleased smiles at each other in our satisfaction that our never-ending worry was over.
Twilight Zone moment, it definitely was - but it was still pretty nice, even for a second.
Our…Member love.
Yes, technically.
*Leeteuk laugh*
Suddenly, in a split second, Zhou Mi turned sour all over again.
“Wait!” He went, quickly grabbing at Han Kyung’s shirt sleeve and making him turn back to the younger one.
“You mean I’ve to translate EVERYTHING to EVERYONE until you come back?!!??”
Our leader laughed, before giving the younger between them a sympathetic shrug.
“Yes! You’re in charge of the group’s communication until then,” he informed with a proud nod.
Then Han Kyung turned to give me this snickering grin that only made me frown.
“Henli here is not exactly Chinese, you know…”
Wei…Don't have to mock me, you know!
“…So acting leader Zhou Mimi, jia you!”
Oh what the hell.
JIA YOU, MIMI AH!!!
He’s going to really need it any way.
*Leeteuk laugh*
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Yup, it's TK alright! He has his own channel and stuff and he's pretty much the awesome jello man we've heard so much about. I think May turned me into a totez hardcore fan or something that i made a gif to pimp TK out lol.
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