Entry #15 : The Remedy
Chapters : #15
Featuring : Kangin, Sungmin
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One thing that will never exist in my wardrobe is shorts.
No matter how scorching the weather will be in the summers, I will never, ever wear shorts man.
There’s a reason why I like wearing my favourite pair of baggy jeans, and my entire track pants collection for that matter - because they don’t highlight just how damn skinny my legs are.
My legs are really chopsticks, I swear to God they are.
I think I know why Kangin gave me chopsticks for Christmas now. Random theory!
You know the crazy expensive Armani pants they gave me to wear for the Don Don music video?
And all those skinny jeans and all the stretchable leather in our live performances?
Besides constantly worrying about preserving the well being of the material of everything and all, what actually mattered most that anything else was how my legs were going to look like when I wore them.
Mom said I carried it off well though - but then again she is my mother and all.
But Kangin, he looks great in shorts.
“COMING!” He yelled from inside when I spoke and waved into the crazy camera/password security whatever installed at the front door of his new flat.
I’m not kidding when I say Kim Kangin could actually kill someone just by the way he swings open the door.
“Henli-sshi!” He grinned in pleasant surprise, as if he didn’t just see me from the mini TV whatever when he was answering the door.
“Hello!” I greeted, before Kangin invited me in when he saw the big IKEA paper bag I had in my hand.
He took it from me with a flattered kind of laughter. “Is this from Teukkie?”
“He says you need it for your work,” I answered with a nod.
“Is that so? Okay,” he said, laughing again. Something about this thing was tickling him greatly, but I couldn’t be bothered to know.
“Thanks! Eh…Have you eaten lunch, Henli-sshi?”
I shouldn’t impose on my senior, really.
“No. Not yet, hyung.”
Okay so I can’t really lie that well when my stomach is throwing a madman’s tantrum.
“Good!” He roared, slapping my back in a hearty manner.
Damn near took my heart out, too.
“You’re having your break right? Stay and eat with me, Henli ah. Chinese okay?”
Another thing about Kangin is that sometimes, he doesn’t make it sound like he’s asking for your opinion on certain matters but he phrases it like a question - probably just to be strategically nice in general.
“Yes.”
“I’ll order 2 wanton shredded chicken noodles. Okay?”
See what I mean? “Yes. Thank you, hyung.”
“Alright. I’ll call the restaurant. You can take a look around at this place…if you haven’t seen everything already.”
The new pad is not bad, really. Obviously a lot smaller and stuff with 2 rooms for him and his manager, and everything looked sort of cluttered since they were all kind of like tossed together to create a bedroom/living room atmosphere - and this is just the view from my standing at the mouth of the front door.
Well it isn’t exactly messy, but…Wow.
So this is what life looks like when you don’t have people like Eeteuk or Ryeowook huh?
Oh, yeah. Kangin wasn’t kicked out of the Fighting dorm, no.
You kind of have to know that it’s just typical of Eeteuk to have used such terms in the first place since he’s always inspiring and ambitious to be funny and all and you can’t really blame him for it - when Kangin was only moving out of it because his schedule is ridiculously insane.
Wait, I’m not supposed to say that. I’m supposed to say his schedule is different - but Jesus Christ you should have seen his organizer and wall calendar and stuff because it spells only two words that would register to anyone’s mind.
‘Chronic workaholic’.
Kangin is a chronic workaholic who probably wouldn’t care if he couldn’t even tell apart his knee bones from his ribs one day.
Sounds scary, doesn’t it? That thought totally killed me, man.
Anyway.
I didn’t know where to sit - my best bet was to wait for Kangin to return from the kitchen and tell me to make myself comfortable. I mean, with all the stuff all over the place, I could hardly tell if I was even walking on the floor.
“Teukkie’s such a lazy bum,” Kangin grumbled, his eyebrows twitching to the annoyed tone he was using right then.
It’s like they have a life of their own, I think.
“Did he send you to send me this?”
“No, hyung,” I replied, a little amused - at his spastic eyebrows.
“He was at the office this morning, and was planning to come here himself but something changed and he had to rush off for filming. So since I’m free during break time, I offered to help,”
“Please don’t defend him, Henli ah. Teukkie’s just lazy to come here and visit me. Pabo!”
Aww. Super Junior’s Dad’s missing Mom already?
I bet Kangin would call Leader-sshi later and they would swear and cuss heatedly at each other when all they really wanted to say was “Thanks for the whatever, I miss you and the family” or something highly impossible like that for either one of them to say directly to the other in the open.
How cute. The Fighting dorm DOES seem to have gotten 60% less noisy than before, and it is already starting to turn into a graveyard like the Sensitive dorm is - which has to be the creepiest thing that could ever happen, I swear.
Kangin pulled a chair from…I don’t know where (seriously!) and sat across me.
“So,” he went, crossing his arms together before shaking his legs to the faint sound of Sapphire Blue playing from…probably under the piles of clothes on near us.
“What’s next on the schedule?”
“I think vocal training. Piano was pushed forward before the break.”
“Yah! I think I’ve never heard you sing before,” Kangin mused, his smile challenging.
He’s always walking in that aura that says he wants to take on the damn world if he can, but he doesn’t do it in that kind of manner to show that he’s asking for trouble all the time or anything.
I guess ‘Kangin’ does suit him perfectly after all - I ever said he is the type of knight in shiny armour that curses a hell lot but mean well in between, all the time.
‘Rokkugo’ came on.
Suddenly he went, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamanhda manhda manhda manhda!!”
I was thinking…Should I be humble with my own vocal capabilities? I’m not too bad of a singer, you know.
“…daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaipun ipun ipuninda! Come on, Henli-sshi. Let me hear your voice! It’s so quiet living with just 2 people!”
I’ll do him the favour of entertaining his murderous loneliness since he’s such a great guy and all.
So I cleared my throat and went, “Yobuge jogi jogeboya? Yobo ankyung anboyo!”
“Yah! Your Hangeul is cute!” Kangin burst laughing, slapping my thigh and almost breaking my leg when he did so.
That killed me. Just when I thought I was already halfway there to losing the oh-so-foreigner accent, he said my Korean was cute.
I mean, what kind of person would say your language usage is cute, really?
Only Kangin, Korea’s number 1 (insert everything here), that’s who!
“You have a solid voice,” Kangin stated, as-a-matter-of-factly. “Sing an English song now!”
This was like a fun warm-up before actual training, so I belted a few lines off Richard Marx’s ‘Only Heaven Knows’ - one of my favourite songs if not everyone else who knew something about the guy.
“Oh, I know that song!” He exclaimed, suddenly excited when I finished.
“It’s one of Shiwonnie’s favourite songs. Aish, now I miss MalShiwonnie!”
I was thinking - it’s not like he’s going to be so damn busy until he’s not able to see the rest all the time anymore.
But that’s just it, isn’t it? He’s so used to seeing all of them all the time that having to move out to another flat with just him and his manager is like branding himself with a crazy hot iron or something.
OH, KANGIN-SSHI YOU ARE SO ADORABLE!!
I truly apologize for this fanboy split personality being so restless nowadays.
“Yah, Henli ah!” Kangin then went, slapping my thigh again.
Boy, I wished he’d slap the other one since the sting hadn’t really gone away from the first infliction - and I wished he’d stop saying ‘Yah’ a hell lot before he says my name, because it was turning into a bloody surname or something.
“You’re a funny guy. What is this I hear, that you gave our KyuHyunnie….flowers?”
Ah, ah, ah! Don’t laugh.
For some insane reason, I actually listened to Ahjummanie. You should have seen KyuHyun’s reaction when I said the bouquet he found on the dining table was from me - It wasn’t exactly priceless, but it came close to that.
But I’ll tell you more about it…when I feel like telling you at all. Killed you guys, didn’t I?
Back to Kangin, my face was threatening to burn me alive but I nodded anyway.
He had this kind of chortle that I wished he wouldn’t try to control so much in his throat.
The kind that goes irritatingly like ‘khekhekhe’ or something along that line.
“Flowers?” Kangin prompted again, grinning like a Cheshire cat now.
Because Ahjummanie says so. “I uh…I just thought of giving him that.”
“Really?”
Khekhekhe…
Kangin raised both of his eyebrows steadily - telling me that he MUST know why the hell flowers of all things, and it wasn’t helping me at all when his interest just turned into crazy pistons madly pumping in a damn race car.
Then he said, “Yah, Henli-sshi…I didn’t know you’re like that too!”
I blinked at him, confused. “Like what?”
“You really like our KyuHyunnie like that!”
He was so dangerously excited I actually got petrified that he might just accidentally kick me off my seat and karate chop my chair into pieces at the same time or something.
“What? No!” I cried out, my hands waving madly like Choi Shiwon as they reacted to my defence.
What? It’s rather addictive after a while, Shiwon’s gestures. “It’s nothing like that, hyung.”
“No? But what kind of guy gives another guy flowers just because he thought about it?”
Khekhekhe…
Well…what kind of guy gives another guy a pair of chopsticks just because he thought about it?
“If you’re shy to admit that you prefer men,” Kangin continued, not giving me a chance to explain myself any further when he shifted his chair closer and began talking to me as if some madman government was tapping into the walls right then.
“It’s really alright, Henli-sshi! You know, I’ve been a lot better at keeping secrets nowadays. You can still continue to admire our handsome member from far if you want!”
Khekhekhe…
Imagine Kim Kangin saying something this major to you - with that Kim Kangin smile on his face.
“…But Henli ah, I have to say that I think it’s a lot better if you just stop fantasizing about our KyuHyunnie before you, you know, complicate things for yourself.”
Fantasizing about KyuHyun? Try having nightmares about him, Kangin-sshi!
My face probably steeled over about a bazillion layers more just to keep an untroubled front.
“If you don’t know it yet,” he grinned, winking now.
Kangin’s eyebrows twitched as the cola brown of his eyes sparked with natural mischief.
Khekhekhekhekheeeee!
“…KyuHyunnie belongs to our Sungminnie now, so you’re just wasting your time.”
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Do you know what’s boring in my opinion?
What’s boring is that I ate what could possibly be the best Chinese takeout ever - and suffered crazy food poisoning later.
And do you know what’s painful about this situation?
Kangin found out about it and since he couldn’t really continue calling in every 3 minutes just to check if I wasn’t foaming in the mouth yet, he sent someone with a free schedule to look out for me for the rest of the day.
“Henli-sshi?”
Despite the stinging pain in every corner of my sissy stomach I was pretty good at playing dead when familiar fingers brushed the bangs off my forehead, and gently placed a palm on it to check my temperature.
It was almost successful until I opened my eyes and immediately sat up - when the strong smell of Body Shop’s infamous white musk caused my insides to spasm in a negative manner.
Next thing I knew I was throwing up like a madman into a bag that was quickly shoved to my face.
“Don’t hold anything back, Henli ah. It’ll make you feel a lot better when you get as much as possible out of your system.”
Oh, hey. Tell me something I don’t already know.
Sungmin handed me a wet towel after everything, and poked the electronic thermometer into my ear before I could plop back down to the pillows.
“38 degrees,” he said, looking at the numbers that produced after the beep.
“Henli ah…You’re so hot!”
I was tempted to say ‘I know, thank you’ but I didn’t feel like being such a hotshot when invisible daggers were tearing, piercing into my intestines right then.
He went out and returned with a tall mug of something in his hand.
“Here,” Sungmin went, holding it out to me.
“Drink this. It’ll kill all the bacteria in your stomach.”
I sat up again, gingerly this time. Stupid daggers were still going nuts inside of me, Christ!
Sungmin sat on the mattress by my side, breaking into fits of giggles as he faced my unhappy reaction to the colour of the thick liquid slush in the glass I was gawking at.
“Uh…Pumpkin?”
“No,” Sungmin replied, giggling harder.
“Pumpkins are low in acid, so it’ll just kill you. This, my friend, is a homemade remedy!”
Spectacular! How promising does that sound, huh?
“What’s in it?”
“Lemons.”
“Just lemons?”
“Try it! You’ll feel better in 30 minutes.”
“I have to drink all of it?”
“Yes, Henli-sshi. All of it.”
“In one shot?”
“If you can manage.”
“…”
“What are you so scared of? It’s just lemons!”
“Hyung, it doesn’t look like it’s ALL lemons. Tell me what’s in it.”
“Just LEMONS. Would I lie to you, Henli-sshi?”
“It’s orange in colour, and it looks weird. Lemons are yellow, Sungmin-sshi.”
"You don't trust me at all in this, do you?"
"That's a trick question, right?"
“Drink!”
Well, they always say what doesn’t kill you makes you throw it all back up, right?
And besides, I was going to have to down it anyway or Sungmin would really stuck a freaking straw into my throat and force-feed me by the looks of it.
If not him, then Kim Kangin would have gladly volunteered to do the honour, really.
It wasn’t exactly the best tasting lemon-ish whatever out there but hell, I think I have a faint idea on just how swallowing a barrel of acid feels and tastes like - I could literally feel the madman remedy gnawing and setting my system on fire as it travelled downwards after a single tilt back.
And then it came.
“ARRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUGH!”
I cried out, throwing myself back into the mattress in an excruciated curl when little pops of explosion started detonating within the walls of my stomach - and it wasn’t helping at all when I started to think about crazy things like spontaneous self-combustion right then too.
“Hyung! What IS THAT?!” I managed to choke out feebly before another bout hit.
Sungmin then started laughing, before giving my question a grand shrug of his shoulders.
“Don’t worry. By the way you’re screaming right now, I think it’s working just fine Henli ah.”
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I would like to believe that I fell asleep during the period the remedy was working its magic on me, instead of the term ‘passed out’.
Either way, I didn’t know how long I was out until I came around at about 11PM - only to feel more or less levelled in my head, and find out that the stinging stabs completely gone from my stomach area.
And my fever went down at a drastic note too!
Sungmin’s remedy is made of win - whatever that came with the ‘just lemons’ really owned, man.
But awwwwwwwwww…I wasn’t hot anymore.
Anyway.
The first words that I croaked out of my scorched throat when my vision focused to clarity in the dim lighting of my room was: “Sungmin hyung?”
Only comfortable silence responded.
Hmm. I guess he went back already, since he knew I was going to live after all in the first place.
Giving my head a little shake, I decided to get out of bed and walk around a bit since I felt like a damn log all of a sudden - especially with a strange, remaining hum lingering around my knees area.
Pressing a palm at the back of my neck as I dragged myself out to the living room, I was messaging some knotting nerves out when I looked up to see Sungmin standing by the sink.
“Hyung!”
He looked over a shoulder, placing a plate on the towel he laid on the counter as he did so.
“Henli ah,” Sungmin sang, smiling when he saw me coming over. “Feeling better now?”
I nodded, the warm buzz somewhere at the back of my head washing in and out like the tides of the sea upon a sandy shore when I returned his smile with gratitude.
“Your homemade remedy,” I said, chuckling a little.
“Thank you so much hyung, and I’m so sorry for troubling you and Kangin-sshi.”
“It’s alright.” Sungmin dismissed it with a tiny shrug. “Least I know the remedy works on you.”
“Why? It didn’t work before?”
“Not on Donghae. He ended up with a swollen knee 3 days after drinking it.”
My eyes rounded a little.
“Kidding,” Sungmin went, elbowing me as he giggled to the prank he just pulled.
“You scared me,” I deadpanned, not finding that funny at all when my knees really felt like they were humming right then.
Sungmin stuck his tongue out. “That’s for scaring me the other night.”
Oh, the almost kiss incident.
I was crazy enough to think that he just sounded like he regretted it didn’t happen or something.
It took me a while to realize our conversation suddenly came to an abrupt standstill.
Huh?
“Maybe you should go lie down a bit more, Henli-sshi,” Sungmin suddenly spoke, instantly shattering the audible pause that just slipped into the atmosphere between us.
Hey, could you run that by me again?
What was that faint tremble in your voice, Sungmin-sshi?
My long-kept curiosity then hit the roof, but I was still scratching my damned head at it.
Ha-ha. Stupid headache needed to go away right that instant because it was making me see and hear things that weren’t real, I swear to God.
“You’re right,” I agreed, nodding and turning away. “My head’s still spinning a little.”
“Takes a while for it to fix your head, actually. It works wonders for stomachs only.”
“It doesn’t matter, really. You’re a blessing already.”
Sungmin’s smile appeared small, but visible. “Me?”
My, my Henry. What big mouth you’ve got!
“Your homemade remedy, I mean.”
“Oh.”
“Yes.”
“Good then.”
“Very good.”
Sungmin turned back to the counter.
I turned to face the door of the kitchen.
It would take at least 17 steps to get out of there, and a couple of tens more till I hit the sack.
But what the remedy did was, it made me spin back to Sungmin.
“Hyung?”
Sungmin’s head immediately snapped up when I called - it was as if he had anticipated it, even.
“Yes, Henli-sshi?”
What the remedy made me do was, it made me push him against the cool door of the refrigerator - and made me rip my insanely thumping heart out just to wear it pretty on my sleeves.
What the remedy made me do was it made me blurt out, “I really like you, hyung.”
Then I moved in, and kissed him because that was what the damned remedy made me do.
But I don’t think the remedy was responsible for what happened next though.
Sungmin’s warm lips, they gradually unfroze to part and welcome my initial advance.
And that’s when I heard him moaning, “More.”
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Read the rest of the previous entries :
Entry #1 : I started blabbering (a Henry Lau P.O.V)
Entry #2 : I started blabbering, again.
Entry #3 : Title : I started seeing things.
Entry #4 : Title : I started panicking
Entry #5 : Title : I started conversing
Entry #6 : Title : Blame lethargy
Entry #7 : Title : Reaaaaaaaaally
Entry #8 : Title : "Oppa"
Entry #9 : Title : Sunday
Entry #10 : Title : Love Ache-tually
Entry #11 : Title : The big bad cat's away!
Entry #12 : Title : TPL - Talk, Plot, Love
Entry #13 : Hallelujah, probably
Entry #14 : Cluck!
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And as for the rest of you guys, enjoy this one and till next time XD
Featuring : Kangin, Sungmin
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One thing that will never exist in my wardrobe is shorts.
No matter how scorching the weather will be in the summers, I will never, ever wear shorts man.
There’s a reason why I like wearing my favourite pair of baggy jeans, and my entire track pants collection for that matter - because they don’t highlight just how damn skinny my legs are.
My legs are really chopsticks, I swear to God they are.
I think I know why Kangin gave me chopsticks for Christmas now. Random theory!
You know the crazy expensive Armani pants they gave me to wear for the Don Don music video?
And all those skinny jeans and all the stretchable leather in our live performances?
Besides constantly worrying about preserving the well being of the material of everything and all, what actually mattered most that anything else was how my legs were going to look like when I wore them.
Mom said I carried it off well though - but then again she is my mother and all.
But Kangin, he looks great in shorts.
“COMING!” He yelled from inside when I spoke and waved into the crazy camera/password security whatever installed at the front door of his new flat.
I’m not kidding when I say Kim Kangin could actually kill someone just by the way he swings open the door.
“Henli-sshi!” He grinned in pleasant surprise, as if he didn’t just see me from the mini TV whatever when he was answering the door.
“Hello!” I greeted, before Kangin invited me in when he saw the big IKEA paper bag I had in my hand.
He took it from me with a flattered kind of laughter. “Is this from Teukkie?”
“He says you need it for your work,” I answered with a nod.
“Is that so? Okay,” he said, laughing again. Something about this thing was tickling him greatly, but I couldn’t be bothered to know.
“Thanks! Eh…Have you eaten lunch, Henli-sshi?”
I shouldn’t impose on my senior, really.
“No. Not yet, hyung.”
Okay so I can’t really lie that well when my stomach is throwing a madman’s tantrum.
“Good!” He roared, slapping my back in a hearty manner.
Damn near took my heart out, too.
“You’re having your break right? Stay and eat with me, Henli ah. Chinese okay?”
Another thing about Kangin is that sometimes, he doesn’t make it sound like he’s asking for your opinion on certain matters but he phrases it like a question - probably just to be strategically nice in general.
“Yes.”
“I’ll order 2 wanton shredded chicken noodles. Okay?”
See what I mean? “Yes. Thank you, hyung.”
“Alright. I’ll call the restaurant. You can take a look around at this place…if you haven’t seen everything already.”
The new pad is not bad, really. Obviously a lot smaller and stuff with 2 rooms for him and his manager, and everything looked sort of cluttered since they were all kind of like tossed together to create a bedroom/living room atmosphere - and this is just the view from my standing at the mouth of the front door.
Well it isn’t exactly messy, but…Wow.
So this is what life looks like when you don’t have people like Eeteuk or Ryeowook huh?
Oh, yeah. Kangin wasn’t kicked out of the Fighting dorm, no.
You kind of have to know that it’s just typical of Eeteuk to have used such terms in the first place since he’s always inspiring and ambitious to be funny and all and you can’t really blame him for it - when Kangin was only moving out of it because his schedule is ridiculously insane.
Wait, I’m not supposed to say that. I’m supposed to say his schedule is different - but Jesus Christ you should have seen his organizer and wall calendar and stuff because it spells only two words that would register to anyone’s mind.
‘Chronic workaholic’.
Kangin is a chronic workaholic who probably wouldn’t care if he couldn’t even tell apart his knee bones from his ribs one day.
Sounds scary, doesn’t it? That thought totally killed me, man.
Anyway.
I didn’t know where to sit - my best bet was to wait for Kangin to return from the kitchen and tell me to make myself comfortable. I mean, with all the stuff all over the place, I could hardly tell if I was even walking on the floor.
“Teukkie’s such a lazy bum,” Kangin grumbled, his eyebrows twitching to the annoyed tone he was using right then.
It’s like they have a life of their own, I think.
“Did he send you to send me this?”
“No, hyung,” I replied, a little amused - at his spastic eyebrows.
“He was at the office this morning, and was planning to come here himself but something changed and he had to rush off for filming. So since I’m free during break time, I offered to help,”
“Please don’t defend him, Henli ah. Teukkie’s just lazy to come here and visit me. Pabo!”
Aww. Super Junior’s Dad’s missing Mom already?
I bet Kangin would call Leader-sshi later and they would swear and cuss heatedly at each other when all they really wanted to say was “Thanks for the whatever, I miss you and the family” or something highly impossible like that for either one of them to say directly to the other in the open.
How cute. The Fighting dorm DOES seem to have gotten 60% less noisy than before, and it is already starting to turn into a graveyard like the Sensitive dorm is - which has to be the creepiest thing that could ever happen, I swear.
Kangin pulled a chair from…I don’t know where (seriously!) and sat across me.
“So,” he went, crossing his arms together before shaking his legs to the faint sound of Sapphire Blue playing from…probably under the piles of clothes on near us.
“What’s next on the schedule?”
“I think vocal training. Piano was pushed forward before the break.”
“Yah! I think I’ve never heard you sing before,” Kangin mused, his smile challenging.
He’s always walking in that aura that says he wants to take on the damn world if he can, but he doesn’t do it in that kind of manner to show that he’s asking for trouble all the time or anything.
I guess ‘Kangin’ does suit him perfectly after all - I ever said he is the type of knight in shiny armour that curses a hell lot but mean well in between, all the time.
‘Rokkugo’ came on.
Suddenly he went, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamanhda manhda manhda manhda!!”
I was thinking…Should I be humble with my own vocal capabilities? I’m not too bad of a singer, you know.
“…daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaipun ipun ipuninda! Come on, Henli-sshi. Let me hear your voice! It’s so quiet living with just 2 people!”
I’ll do him the favour of entertaining his murderous loneliness since he’s such a great guy and all.
So I cleared my throat and went, “Yobuge jogi jogeboya? Yobo ankyung anboyo!”
“Yah! Your Hangeul is cute!” Kangin burst laughing, slapping my thigh and almost breaking my leg when he did so.
That killed me. Just when I thought I was already halfway there to losing the oh-so-foreigner accent, he said my Korean was cute.
I mean, what kind of person would say your language usage is cute, really?
Only Kangin, Korea’s number 1 (insert everything here), that’s who!
“You have a solid voice,” Kangin stated, as-a-matter-of-factly. “Sing an English song now!”
This was like a fun warm-up before actual training, so I belted a few lines off Richard Marx’s ‘Only Heaven Knows’ - one of my favourite songs if not everyone else who knew something about the guy.
“Oh, I know that song!” He exclaimed, suddenly excited when I finished.
“It’s one of Shiwonnie’s favourite songs. Aish, now I miss MalShiwonnie!”
I was thinking - it’s not like he’s going to be so damn busy until he’s not able to see the rest all the time anymore.
But that’s just it, isn’t it? He’s so used to seeing all of them all the time that having to move out to another flat with just him and his manager is like branding himself with a crazy hot iron or something.
OH, KANGIN-SSHI YOU ARE SO ADORABLE!!
I truly apologize for this fanboy split personality being so restless nowadays.
“Yah, Henli ah!” Kangin then went, slapping my thigh again.
Boy, I wished he’d slap the other one since the sting hadn’t really gone away from the first infliction - and I wished he’d stop saying ‘Yah’ a hell lot before he says my name, because it was turning into a bloody surname or something.
“You’re a funny guy. What is this I hear, that you gave our KyuHyunnie….flowers?”
Ah, ah, ah! Don’t laugh.
For some insane reason, I actually listened to Ahjummanie. You should have seen KyuHyun’s reaction when I said the bouquet he found on the dining table was from me - It wasn’t exactly priceless, but it came close to that.
But I’ll tell you more about it…when I feel like telling you at all. Killed you guys, didn’t I?
Back to Kangin, my face was threatening to burn me alive but I nodded anyway.
He had this kind of chortle that I wished he wouldn’t try to control so much in his throat.
The kind that goes irritatingly like ‘khekhekhe’ or something along that line.
“Flowers?” Kangin prompted again, grinning like a Cheshire cat now.
Because Ahjummanie says so. “I uh…I just thought of giving him that.”
“Really?”
Khekhekhe…
Kangin raised both of his eyebrows steadily - telling me that he MUST know why the hell flowers of all things, and it wasn’t helping me at all when his interest just turned into crazy pistons madly pumping in a damn race car.
Then he said, “Yah, Henli-sshi…I didn’t know you’re like that too!”
I blinked at him, confused. “Like what?”
“You really like our KyuHyunnie like that!”
He was so dangerously excited I actually got petrified that he might just accidentally kick me off my seat and karate chop my chair into pieces at the same time or something.
“What? No!” I cried out, my hands waving madly like Choi Shiwon as they reacted to my defence.
What? It’s rather addictive after a while, Shiwon’s gestures. “It’s nothing like that, hyung.”
“No? But what kind of guy gives another guy flowers just because he thought about it?”
Khekhekhe…
Well…what kind of guy gives another guy a pair of chopsticks just because he thought about it?
“If you’re shy to admit that you prefer men,” Kangin continued, not giving me a chance to explain myself any further when he shifted his chair closer and began talking to me as if some madman government was tapping into the walls right then.
“It’s really alright, Henli-sshi! You know, I’ve been a lot better at keeping secrets nowadays. You can still continue to admire our handsome member from far if you want!”
Khekhekhe…
Imagine Kim Kangin saying something this major to you - with that Kim Kangin smile on his face.
“…But Henli ah, I have to say that I think it’s a lot better if you just stop fantasizing about our KyuHyunnie before you, you know, complicate things for yourself.”
Fantasizing about KyuHyun? Try having nightmares about him, Kangin-sshi!
My face probably steeled over about a bazillion layers more just to keep an untroubled front.
“If you don’t know it yet,” he grinned, winking now.
Kangin’s eyebrows twitched as the cola brown of his eyes sparked with natural mischief.
Khekhekhekhekheeeee!
“…KyuHyunnie belongs to our Sungminnie now, so you’re just wasting your time.”
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Do you know what’s boring in my opinion?
What’s boring is that I ate what could possibly be the best Chinese takeout ever - and suffered crazy food poisoning later.
And do you know what’s painful about this situation?
Kangin found out about it and since he couldn’t really continue calling in every 3 minutes just to check if I wasn’t foaming in the mouth yet, he sent someone with a free schedule to look out for me for the rest of the day.
“Henli-sshi?”
Despite the stinging pain in every corner of my sissy stomach I was pretty good at playing dead when familiar fingers brushed the bangs off my forehead, and gently placed a palm on it to check my temperature.
It was almost successful until I opened my eyes and immediately sat up - when the strong smell of Body Shop’s infamous white musk caused my insides to spasm in a negative manner.
Next thing I knew I was throwing up like a madman into a bag that was quickly shoved to my face.
“Don’t hold anything back, Henli ah. It’ll make you feel a lot better when you get as much as possible out of your system.”
Oh, hey. Tell me something I don’t already know.
Sungmin handed me a wet towel after everything, and poked the electronic thermometer into my ear before I could plop back down to the pillows.
“38 degrees,” he said, looking at the numbers that produced after the beep.
“Henli ah…You’re so hot!”
I was tempted to say ‘I know, thank you’ but I didn’t feel like being such a hotshot when invisible daggers were tearing, piercing into my intestines right then.
He went out and returned with a tall mug of something in his hand.
“Here,” Sungmin went, holding it out to me.
“Drink this. It’ll kill all the bacteria in your stomach.”
I sat up again, gingerly this time. Stupid daggers were still going nuts inside of me, Christ!
Sungmin sat on the mattress by my side, breaking into fits of giggles as he faced my unhappy reaction to the colour of the thick liquid slush in the glass I was gawking at.
“Uh…Pumpkin?”
“No,” Sungmin replied, giggling harder.
“Pumpkins are low in acid, so it’ll just kill you. This, my friend, is a homemade remedy!”
Spectacular! How promising does that sound, huh?
“What’s in it?”
“Lemons.”
“Just lemons?”
“Try it! You’ll feel better in 30 minutes.”
“I have to drink all of it?”
“Yes, Henli-sshi. All of it.”
“In one shot?”
“If you can manage.”
“…”
“What are you so scared of? It’s just lemons!”
“Hyung, it doesn’t look like it’s ALL lemons. Tell me what’s in it.”
“Just LEMONS. Would I lie to you, Henli-sshi?”
“It’s orange in colour, and it looks weird. Lemons are yellow, Sungmin-sshi.”
"You don't trust me at all in this, do you?"
"That's a trick question, right?"
“Drink!”
Well, they always say what doesn’t kill you makes you throw it all back up, right?
And besides, I was going to have to down it anyway or Sungmin would really stuck a freaking straw into my throat and force-feed me by the looks of it.
If not him, then Kim Kangin would have gladly volunteered to do the honour, really.
It wasn’t exactly the best tasting lemon-ish whatever out there but hell, I think I have a faint idea on just how swallowing a barrel of acid feels and tastes like - I could literally feel the madman remedy gnawing and setting my system on fire as it travelled downwards after a single tilt back.
And then it came.
“ARRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUGH!”
I cried out, throwing myself back into the mattress in an excruciated curl when little pops of explosion started detonating within the walls of my stomach - and it wasn’t helping at all when I started to think about crazy things like spontaneous self-combustion right then too.
“Hyung! What IS THAT?!” I managed to choke out feebly before another bout hit.
Sungmin then started laughing, before giving my question a grand shrug of his shoulders.
“Don’t worry. By the way you’re screaming right now, I think it’s working just fine Henli ah.”
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I would like to believe that I fell asleep during the period the remedy was working its magic on me, instead of the term ‘passed out’.
Either way, I didn’t know how long I was out until I came around at about 11PM - only to feel more or less levelled in my head, and find out that the stinging stabs completely gone from my stomach area.
And my fever went down at a drastic note too!
Sungmin’s remedy is made of win - whatever that came with the ‘just lemons’ really owned, man.
But awwwwwwwwww…I wasn’t hot anymore.
Anyway.
The first words that I croaked out of my scorched throat when my vision focused to clarity in the dim lighting of my room was: “Sungmin hyung?”
Only comfortable silence responded.
Hmm. I guess he went back already, since he knew I was going to live after all in the first place.
Giving my head a little shake, I decided to get out of bed and walk around a bit since I felt like a damn log all of a sudden - especially with a strange, remaining hum lingering around my knees area.
Pressing a palm at the back of my neck as I dragged myself out to the living room, I was messaging some knotting nerves out when I looked up to see Sungmin standing by the sink.
“Hyung!”
He looked over a shoulder, placing a plate on the towel he laid on the counter as he did so.
“Henli ah,” Sungmin sang, smiling when he saw me coming over. “Feeling better now?”
I nodded, the warm buzz somewhere at the back of my head washing in and out like the tides of the sea upon a sandy shore when I returned his smile with gratitude.
“Your homemade remedy,” I said, chuckling a little.
“Thank you so much hyung, and I’m so sorry for troubling you and Kangin-sshi.”
“It’s alright.” Sungmin dismissed it with a tiny shrug. “Least I know the remedy works on you.”
“Why? It didn’t work before?”
“Not on Donghae. He ended up with a swollen knee 3 days after drinking it.”
My eyes rounded a little.
“Kidding,” Sungmin went, elbowing me as he giggled to the prank he just pulled.
“You scared me,” I deadpanned, not finding that funny at all when my knees really felt like they were humming right then.
Sungmin stuck his tongue out. “That’s for scaring me the other night.”
Oh, the almost kiss incident.
I was crazy enough to think that he just sounded like he regretted it didn’t happen or something.
It took me a while to realize our conversation suddenly came to an abrupt standstill.
Huh?
“Maybe you should go lie down a bit more, Henli-sshi,” Sungmin suddenly spoke, instantly shattering the audible pause that just slipped into the atmosphere between us.
Hey, could you run that by me again?
What was that faint tremble in your voice, Sungmin-sshi?
My long-kept curiosity then hit the roof, but I was still scratching my damned head at it.
Ha-ha. Stupid headache needed to go away right that instant because it was making me see and hear things that weren’t real, I swear to God.
“You’re right,” I agreed, nodding and turning away. “My head’s still spinning a little.”
“Takes a while for it to fix your head, actually. It works wonders for stomachs only.”
“It doesn’t matter, really. You’re a blessing already.”
Sungmin’s smile appeared small, but visible. “Me?”
My, my Henry. What big mouth you’ve got!
“Your homemade remedy, I mean.”
“Oh.”
“Yes.”
“Good then.”
“Very good.”
Sungmin turned back to the counter.
I turned to face the door of the kitchen.
It would take at least 17 steps to get out of there, and a couple of tens more till I hit the sack.
But what the remedy did was, it made me spin back to Sungmin.
“Hyung?”
Sungmin’s head immediately snapped up when I called - it was as if he had anticipated it, even.
“Yes, Henli-sshi?”
What the remedy made me do was, it made me push him against the cool door of the refrigerator - and made me rip my insanely thumping heart out just to wear it pretty on my sleeves.
What the remedy made me do was it made me blurt out, “I really like you, hyung.”
Then I moved in, and kissed him because that was what the damned remedy made me do.
But I don’t think the remedy was responsible for what happened next though.
Sungmin’s warm lips, they gradually unfroze to part and welcome my initial advance.
And that’s when I heard him moaning, “More.”
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Read the rest of the previous entries :
Entry #1 : I started blabbering (a Henry Lau P.O.V)
Entry #2 : I started blabbering, again.
Entry #3 : Title : I started seeing things.
Entry #4 : Title : I started panicking
Entry #5 : Title : I started conversing
Entry #6 : Title : Blame lethargy
Entry #7 : Title : Reaaaaaaaaally
Entry #8 : Title : "Oppa"
Entry #9 : Title : Sunday
Entry #10 : Title : Love Ache-tually
Entry #11 : Title : The big bad cat's away!
Entry #12 : Title : TPL - Talk, Plot, Love
Entry #13 : Hallelujah, probably
Entry #14 : Cluck!
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