Entry #16 : Annoying-hasaeyo!
Chapters : #16
Featuring : Sungmin, KyuHyun, Ryeowook, Yeh Sung
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Listen, you have to believe me here.
I was drugged by purely squeezed lemons that could possibly be orange in colour.
No, seriously I was!
“Hyung, I really like you.”
So that wasn’t supposed to come out of my damn throat, I swear.
I was only being cheeky, and was going to tease him, test him, just a little bit - and that’s it.
And even so, I was only going to just give him a light peck in the first place - on the cheek too, for that matter (don’t ask why!) - and that’s it.
What I’m trying to say here is that I did not expect things to take a crazy turn all of a sudden - and that meant my automatically shifting my lips to press them against his without a second thought.
Damn crazy lemons, Jesus Christ.
“…More.”
But Lee Sungmin’s request floated into the chasms of my dry throat, intruding the echoing of my thoughts and turning it into a breathless command that I hold him, and kiss him again.
Call me silly - What I wanted to know was why the hell he was suddenly melting into me in such a manner.
Did he drink the homemade remedy and became bonkers too?
Sungmin-sshi! You do realize that I’m not Cho KyuHyun, don’t you?
Yet despite all that, I totally lost it - all of my initial amusement, my curiosity, my innocent attempt to play around with him.
Henry and Sungmin up a tree…
I lost to the slow sensuousness of his tongue now entering my parted mouth to mingle rhythmically, steadily against my own.
K - I - S - S…
I gave in to the wonderful, faint sound of our lips connecting in a slightly reckless manner as one kiss hastily progressed to another.
…O - M - G!
I surrendered to the angry, erratic thump of our heartbeat as I pressed him against the cool of the refrigerator door, and boldly slipped my hands upon his jaws - trapping him with all the strength my body could conjure just to keep him within this moment just a little while longer.
This felt like eternity - and for once, eternity felt hella blissful that it killed me.
Here lies Henry Lau - he was poisoned by awesome Chinese takeout…but woke up making out!
Hey. You know, people like Yeh Sung and Eeteuk would actually laugh at things like that.
My hands were shaking a little despite finding them firmly cradling Sungmin’s face when I finally decided to pull away - regrettably reminding us that we had to stop and breathe after all.
I really didn't want to stop kissing him, Jesus.
His beautiful eyes fluttered open dramatically, the rushing flush of his cheeks burning into the valleys of my palms the more I held on to the soft of his skin.
With rounded eyes, he breathlessly choked out a meek, “Henli-sshi…”
Oh, why not just say my name and destroy my defence once and for all, Lee Sungmin?
He was staring at me in that kind of way that told me he was just as stunned at I was right then - before the heavier bricks of reality came down hard on our heads, and caused us to literally jerk away from each other’s hold in an instant.
“Sorry,” I quickly apologized with a sharp bow of my head - for some reason I wasn’t sure about.
Sungmin didn’t say anything - he just turned away from me, and started to frantically fan himself with his hands while trying very hard to maintain proper breathing or something.
This was really, really bad - and we both knew it.
Christ. Jesus, Jesus, JESUS!
At the rate I was mentioning God’s name, I could have made Choi Shiwon cry a damn river.
I pulled in my lips and pressed them together for a second - to drink the lingering sting of his warmth still buzzing at the very tips of my mouth, as if I was still unsatisfied even when I could already recognize the sweet taste of him within me.
But okay.
So…Now what?
What should I say? What should I do? Do I do anything at all?
So carefully, upon finding a right time in this gratifying silence that numbed the air between us, I tried to restart everything with a light, delicate prompt.
“Hyung, I…”
Suddenly, a cold, hard slap came down upon my cheek - the sharp impact of his palm on my face damn near breaking my skull into two.
“Why did you do that?” He then demanded angrily, hitting me on the arm next.
Then he hit me again, on the other arm.
I hoped to hell he wasn’t into biting and ripping limbs off, really.
“Ow! Hyung!”
“Don’t hyung me, Henli-sshi!” Sungmin snapped, slapping me on the chest - hard.
“Stop it!” I yelped in another pained wince - before making a swift grab for both of his wrists and stopping his balling fists now heading for other parts of me.
Struggling to free his hands, Sungmin’s glare threatened to trigger and blow my brains off.
Then he screamed, “You’re so mean, Henli ah!”
Huh? What the hell?
“Is this another joke to you?!” Sungmin spat, almost biting the tip of my nose when he did so.
“No!” I denied in a shout, finding my strength weakening to his violent contesting.
He stopped freaking out, but was narrowing his eyes dangerously nonetheless.
Then he asked, “Do you really like me, Henli-sshi?”
I nodded quickly, my hands gradually relaxing to release him when I found the turbulence starting to die down little by little.
“Yes, hyung. I really, really like you.”
KANGIN POWER!
“Is that the truth?”
KANGIN POWER!
“Yes.”
“You’re not playing with me again, are you?”
KANGIN POWER!
“No.”
And he slapped me again.
Only this time, he damn near took my head off.
“OWW!”
KANGIN POWER…MY ASS!
Next thing I knew Lee Sungmin was sprinting like a madman out of the door, leaving me in my shock at how everything just went down - together with the possibility of my poor, undeserving cheek swelling to a wonderful, agonizing shade of black or blue from the pain he suddenly inflicted on me.
I think the damn ceiling must have fallen on me as well, when he slammed the stupid door behind him.
But I didn’t even flinch - I just continued to stand rooted to the spot, still touching my face like I was in the middle of some damn drama filming and was remaining in that position until the director yells ‘cut!’ or something.
Sungmin ran away, and I felt extremely stupid all of a sudden.
Most definitely unbelievable, but I’m not kidding when I found myself actually thinking…
Was I a terrible kisser or something?
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Do you have the time to listen to me whine?
About nothing and everything all at once!
Wow. I miss listening to good ol’ Green Day.
I woke up on a freezing Monday morning and just started Youtubing them all of a sudden, on my Viao - attentively watching all their uploaded videos with a damn toothbrush stuck between my teeth, and my awesome hair sticking all over the place like I was struck by crazy lightening.
I am one of those melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bones no doubt about it…
It was 6 am, and already I was thinking that I was going to be late for my advanced Hangeul class - which only starts a good 3 hours later.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
Training on Mondays normally spells pure torture for me, but then again I’m always a little childish about kick starting the first day of the week regardless of anything anyway - mainly because I hate waking up so early in such mornings just to get ready for a day packed with activities.
Ha-ha. I actually don’t know what I’m trying to tell you here.
It all keeps adding up…I think I'm cracking up
Like, are we connecting at all?
This sounds a lot like blah, blah, blah doesn’t it?
Am I just paranoid?
Speaking of creeps, I decided that my lunch later in the day would be a very generous, tantalizing serving of peach and chocolate ice-cream crepe that I ever heard my manager mentioning in his sleep before.
He thinks too much too, at times. I feel sorry for troubling him so much.
Or I'm just stoned?
I know, right.
Maybe I need a brain bodyguard - to keep it from scattering aimlessly, and randomly.
Job of the century, I swear to God it is. Choi Shiwon approved, too!
What happened with Lee Sungmin?
Sorry but…I really don’t want to talk about it.
I mean, yes, I haven’t seen him for a while ever since that incident (I’ve come to terms with reality) - and to think he lives just a few minutes away, and that he used to (past tense noted) come over a lot if we weren’t (past tense noted, again) just bumping into each other randomly.
Oh, no, no, no. How can you call this avoiding?
You see, lately, the members of Super Junior are training like madmen for their first Asian Concert Tour that they barely even come home at times, and coincidentally, I find that my schedule to have additional courses all of a sudden (Latin dance, what the hell) - so I don’t see them as often as I used to be able to.
So all this is more like...Well, it’s more like…
Blah, blah, blah…
I realize that I just talked about it when I said I really didn’t want to.
That’s me alright - Certified crazy person behaviour, most celebrated boy among the gurneys!
Annyonghasaeyo!
Annoying-hasaeyo!
Brain bodyguard! Brain bodyguard!
Sorry.
I think Sungmin’s avoiding me, though.
I know. Like, major duh. What was I expecting, seriously?
Him jumping out of a damn huge, super pink box squealing “SARANGHAEYO!” in front of my doorstep the next day?
It’d be really cute though - especially with those adorable kitty cat ears-
Anyway!
Ha-ha. Well I bet Sungmin never felt anything for me at all in the first place!
All this while, it’s always been just me and my stark raving mad fantasies.
Stupid tart and hot green bobby pins ate my brains, I swear.
How…embarrassing.
But yeah, it’s not like it’s the end of the damn world already right?
Every now and then, I keep thinking that I’m just too young to experience (and suffer) from all this nonsense - and that should help me move on with important things like not screwing up my career even before it started.
Hmm.
Maybe I should go see Sungmin.
Aish. Damn it.
I fail at lying, and yet I kept lying to myself.
I miss him a lot, despite talking like a grand phony of a hotshot just about a second ago - but how could I possibly face him when he suddenly found all the damn alternative routes and secret passageways to stay out of my way?
I need to fix this. I don’t care how - I just want everything restored to normal. Fast.
Because I can’t lose him for good just because I was a brash, insensitive moron.
Bah. Why are emotions so…freaking complicated to handle?
Here lies Henry Lau - God, he had a LOT of stupid questions.
Going back to that cold Monday, what I really needed after Green Day was a really long, hot shower to jump start my senses - as if the strong mint of the toothpaste wasn’t mind altering already, really.
It was only after stepping out of the steaming bathroom that my day just received its first, solid dose of lousiness.
“Good morning, Henli-sshi.”
I bet my manager let Cho KyuHyun into our flat when he went out - because I sure as hell wouldn’t pull such a suicidal stunt.
He might be suited in a simple, black Adidas tracksuit - but I was sure as hell that he was going to start throwing daggers and pull out crazy machine guns out of his pockets and socks or something just to murder me.
I swallowed a stammer. “Good morning, hyung.”
And KyuHyun’s slightly chapped lips pulled back to a wiry smile - if you could consider a gentle snarl a smile, really.
Here lies Henry Lau - KyuHyun murdered him, but we all know he deserved it in a sense.
“Breakfast?”
“Uh…no thanks.”
“Good. Now sit down.”
Was he serious?
I was in only in my TOWEL, for goodness sake - and a super flimsy shirt with the cold starting to bite down on my bare spine and ass.
He raised a sharp eyebrow at me when I only stared back at his request.
“Fine,” KyuHyun said, almost in an angered hiss.
Aw, man.
“Go get dressed, kid. And then we’ll talk.”
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I really wanted him to get the hell out - and it definitely wasn’t because I was going to be late for my Korean lesson or whatever.
Cho KyuHyun needed to go because he was oddly behaving in the calmest of all conduct (naturally) - and that was seriously scaring the great, living bejesus out of me.
Aw, man.
Why can’t I have the freaking Kingdom of Narnia at the back of my closet?
It would have made my ‘hiding in there forever’ an easier thing to do, Christ.
But no, I guess I needed to be a real man right then - especially when someone who is barely a year older than me just called me a kid like he had seen the dinosaurs roaming the planet with his own eyes before or something.
There was a long, extremely unsettled silence hanging in the air.
KyuHyun leant back on the couch, making him comfortable in, and pushed the spectacles higher up the bridge of his nose.
Then he started cracking his knuckles.
Me? I kindly helped myself to the first casket, just to try out the size of it and all.
I figured if I was going to be buried 6 feet under soon, I’d like to have a bigger space for my darling violins so I won’t get lonely being dead and buried.
Together with the Kim Kangin thoughtful, personality power booster chopsticks, of course.
KyuHyun took a deep breath, emphasizing the rigid of his broad shoulders greatly.
Ah, I’ve settled for a simple, well-polished one that is typically black in colour - I guess I’m still going to be economically-friendly about my funeral and stuff since I don’t really like people fussing over me when I’m dead and gone from this world.
And no make up please. I’ve had enough of M.A.C when I was alive.
In reality, I sat across KyuHyun in my awkward silence, wondering just what sort of prayer, miracle, defence mechanism, whatever would really save me.
He began with, “Henli. We’re friends and you know I like you a lot, right?”
Should I answer that?
Apparently being close to people like Kangin and Heechul must have totally shaped this part of his character build-up somehow.
Back to what he just questioned me with - he wasn’t asking for an answer, you know.
Swiping the jet black fringe of his hair from his eyes, KyuHyun’s features darkened visibly.
“Do you know that it’s very hard for me to not hurt you right now?”
I wondered if KyuHyun was actually thinking of me when he was aiming at the target practice in the recent episode of Explorer’s of the Human Bodies.
It was possible that I was the mean, impossible, cardboard boar in his eyes - and he would really go the distance, even the extra miles just to stick a poisoned arrow into my belly.
“But,” he paused, taking a harder look at me.
“Sungminnie wouldn’t like that, and I’m not a violent person anyway so I’m just going to ask you nicely: What did you do to my Lee Sungmin, Henli-sshi?”
I didn’t answer him.
Man, was I begging for it.
“Henli ah, please don’t make this any harder. Answer me, now.”
You know, I think I’ll consider make up for my funeral after all - just to conceal those beaten and ripped flesh, purpling, bloody lips and swollen eyes.
Because it’s the worst thing in the world when the people you love can’t even tell your broken nose apart from your torn ears, seriously.
KyuHyun began cracking his knuckles again, impatience grilling his cool.
Desperation fuelled me, and I decided to twist things a bit.
“Why are you asking me?”
He shot me a ridiculed smirk. I swear he could have destroyed a mountain with it.
“I don’t see anyone else in our pretty picture, Henli-sshi. So it’s just you.”
Since I like asking stupid questions...
I should be an ace with giving stupid answers, yes?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Liar, liar…hot, expensive Armani pants on fire - But I was desperate, mind you.
“Oh. Is that so?” KyuHyun mused, before looking through the corners of his eyes in his erupted frustration.
“Okay then. Now close your eyes.”
Huh? “What?”
Unbelievably, the supposedly gentle KyuHyun pulled back a tightly balled fist over his shoulder - rearing it back while aiming for the perfect spot with an ambitious squint of one eye.
“Stay still, okay?”
I could only drop my jaws in my reaction as he sized me up some more, his tolerance level wiped out from the way his smirk was vanishing before my eyes.
“I’m going to have to break your face now, Henli ah. And I really don’t want to miss.”
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Annoying-hasaeyo!
Mom, Dad, Clint - I’ll always be looking out for you guys from Heaven.
And if you hear someone playing violin to the familiar tune of Don Don in the dead of some nights, please don’t freak out because it’s just me being the typically bothersome, bored spirit son I am so I come and visit.
Brent - If I don’t go to Heaven just because I’ve turned gay, I’ll sit on you when you’re sleeping and poke your insides until you’re howling from painful laughter, simply because I miss the sound of it so much.
You and my brother - Please don’t write embarrassing things on my gravestone. It would have been really comical only if I was alive to joke about it.
To my friends in Super Junior: OH-EH-OH!
I’ll come by the dorms if I’m bored as well. Or if I’m craving for Honey Stars!
To dear Ahjummanie: I’ll haunt Shinhwa’s Kim Dong Wan and say your name so your dream of meeting him in your convenience store will come true.
To my supporters: Yes. This economically-friendly casket I’m in is perfectly snug, spacious and comfortable, thank you.
To my anti-fans: Don’t worry, be happy and stay pneumonia-free now.
Hey. Is it too much to ask if I request to be buried next to…say…John Lennon?
The last thing I was committing to my living memory was that Cho KyuHyun wasn’t a violent, merciless person.
He was just going to pound me into a bloody pulp and was going to keep it short, too.
Oddly enough, I actually listened to him and didn’t move an inch.
I closed my damn eyes even, because I believed that I earned my rightful position in this scene here.
I don’t know how I was making sense with my decisions at all right then, but well…Bye-bye anyway?
“What’s going on?”
Upon hearing that familiar voice, my eyes snapped open to see Kim Ryeowook’s hand firmly grasping the back of KyuHyun’s right wrist - restraining the fisted punch before it could land.
Oh, you came, my MESSIAH! My LOVE FIGHTER SENSEI!
He rounded his eyes at KyuHyun’s stance, surprised at what he was witnessing.
“KyuHyunnie ah!” He gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Let go of me,” KyuHyun requested, ambitiously glowering at me still.
“No!” Ryeowook contested quickly, glancing at me.
“Yah, Kyumong! Are you…Are you going to hit Henli-sshi?”
Maybe I was subconsciously giving Ryeowook the sparkling, pretty, pleading, highly effective puppy dog eyes or something.
Coward of the group - me!
The younger between the two freed himself with a harsh tug of his arm.
“Yes, I’m going to hit him,” KyuHyun stated, raising his rounded fist again.
“He did something to Sungmin, hyung, I know it. I don’t know what exactly, but you know Sungmin’s been acting really, really weird and I don’t like that at all - but Henli-sshi’s responsible for all of it.”
“Stop behaving like a lunatic,” Ryeowook snapped - before stepping into the line of fire with a firm foot set to the ground.
This is the guy who totally fails at sports, because he has ZERO athletic abilities.
Yet there I was - protected, shielded by his slender frame - and I was more than glad to readily sell my own soul for a lifetime commitment to worshipping Kim Ryeowook, devil may care.
KyuHyun stood up, towering over the two of us dangerously.
Spanning his arms out a little more to cover me, Ryeowook went, “What’s wrong with you, KyuHyunnie?”
“What do you mean what’s wrong with me?” KyuHyun’s eyebrows knitted, not amused at all.
“Sungmin’s suddenly crying a lot, every now and then, and is easily losing his focus in our trainings…and you’re asking what’s wrong with me, Ryeowook-sshi?”
Sungmin’s been crying?
“I-”
“Why? You know something, don’t you?”
He does?
“Kyumong-”
“Then how come you’re always defending him, hyungie ah?” KyuHyun continued, accusing.
Ryeowook’s always defending me?
Really?
RYEOWOOK-SSHI!
You’re the sunshine in my life!
You’re the inspiraaaaaaaaaaaaaation~!
“Ever since he came here, you’ve been…What exactly is he to you, Ryeowookie hyung?”
Excuse me?
Hmm. I’d like to know that too, if you don’t mind me sharing the confusion here.
“He’s going to be late,” Ryeowook said, the stern tone of his voice driving a definite conclusion into what was going down, and he wasn’t going to give KyuHyun’s exploding rage a damn.
SO AMAZING, THIS RYEOWOOK-SSHI!
He shot an ordering look at me.
“Get to class, Henli ah.”
“He can’t. I haven’t killed him yet,” KyuHyun contested, glaring at me.
Ryeowook’s jaws tightened.
“You need to calm down, and he needs to go. Now is not the best time to settle things. You’re probably jumping into conclusions. Sungmin could just be crying from the amount stress we’re in, KyuHyunnie ah.”
“You’re still defending him. I can’t believe it,” KyuHyun muttered, throwing his hands up in his exasperation to the entire ordeal.
“Let’s go. Now!” Ryeowook ordered, grabbing him by the wrist again - before painstakingly dragging the taller one out of this highly flammable zone before he could really torch me.
“Class, Henli-sshi.”
My body only began functioning again when the heatedly arguing voices of those two gradually began to disappear as they went away - leaving me feeling a lot more lost and confounded and annoyed and disturbed than ever before.
If you look at it in one sense, everything just came down to a bloody anti-climax.
I bet everyone was sure as hell KyuHyun was going to sock me earlier.
They say one problem just begets another.
I wouldn’t mind that happening really. Spice of life, right?
But it would have been a lot more helpful if it didn’t look like some smart-ass just tripped and dropped something into a field full of crazy, unsuspected landmines, seriously!
Here lies Henry Lau - Yes, he’s THAT smart ass kid with the clumsy feet.
Annoying-hasaeyo!
“So…”
I stopped in my mid sigh and turned to see Yeh Sung appearing into my sight.
What do you know? I was going to be late for advanced Hangeul after all.
Because Yeh Sung had to ask, “What are you to Ryeowookie, Henli-sshi?”
Aw, man.
He didn’t look like he was going to move from the crazy door, too.
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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!
Entry #15 : The Remedy
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for this, the guest muse is : virginangelic, for betaing and unclogging the writer's block, and assisting in unleashing a greater drama.
Work is killing me, so i hope you guys enjoy this one as always! thanks for reading, comments are love, you all are loved lol XD
Featuring : Sungmin, KyuHyun, Ryeowook, Yeh Sung
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Listen, you have to believe me here.
I was drugged by purely squeezed lemons that could possibly be orange in colour.
No, seriously I was!
“Hyung, I really like you.”
So that wasn’t supposed to come out of my damn throat, I swear.
I was only being cheeky, and was going to tease him, test him, just a little bit - and that’s it.
And even so, I was only going to just give him a light peck in the first place - on the cheek too, for that matter (don’t ask why!) - and that’s it.
What I’m trying to say here is that I did not expect things to take a crazy turn all of a sudden - and that meant my automatically shifting my lips to press them against his without a second thought.
Damn crazy lemons, Jesus Christ.
“…More.”
But Lee Sungmin’s request floated into the chasms of my dry throat, intruding the echoing of my thoughts and turning it into a breathless command that I hold him, and kiss him again.
Call me silly - What I wanted to know was why the hell he was suddenly melting into me in such a manner.
Did he drink the homemade remedy and became bonkers too?
Sungmin-sshi! You do realize that I’m not Cho KyuHyun, don’t you?
Yet despite all that, I totally lost it - all of my initial amusement, my curiosity, my innocent attempt to play around with him.
Henry and Sungmin up a tree…
I lost to the slow sensuousness of his tongue now entering my parted mouth to mingle rhythmically, steadily against my own.
K - I - S - S…
I gave in to the wonderful, faint sound of our lips connecting in a slightly reckless manner as one kiss hastily progressed to another.
…O - M - G!
I surrendered to the angry, erratic thump of our heartbeat as I pressed him against the cool of the refrigerator door, and boldly slipped my hands upon his jaws - trapping him with all the strength my body could conjure just to keep him within this moment just a little while longer.
This felt like eternity - and for once, eternity felt hella blissful that it killed me.
Here lies Henry Lau - he was poisoned by awesome Chinese takeout…but woke up making out!
Hey. You know, people like Yeh Sung and Eeteuk would actually laugh at things like that.
My hands were shaking a little despite finding them firmly cradling Sungmin’s face when I finally decided to pull away - regrettably reminding us that we had to stop and breathe after all.
I really didn't want to stop kissing him, Jesus.
His beautiful eyes fluttered open dramatically, the rushing flush of his cheeks burning into the valleys of my palms the more I held on to the soft of his skin.
With rounded eyes, he breathlessly choked out a meek, “Henli-sshi…”
Oh, why not just say my name and destroy my defence once and for all, Lee Sungmin?
He was staring at me in that kind of way that told me he was just as stunned at I was right then - before the heavier bricks of reality came down hard on our heads, and caused us to literally jerk away from each other’s hold in an instant.
“Sorry,” I quickly apologized with a sharp bow of my head - for some reason I wasn’t sure about.
Sungmin didn’t say anything - he just turned away from me, and started to frantically fan himself with his hands while trying very hard to maintain proper breathing or something.
This was really, really bad - and we both knew it.
Christ. Jesus, Jesus, JESUS!
At the rate I was mentioning God’s name, I could have made Choi Shiwon cry a damn river.
I pulled in my lips and pressed them together for a second - to drink the lingering sting of his warmth still buzzing at the very tips of my mouth, as if I was still unsatisfied even when I could already recognize the sweet taste of him within me.
But okay.
So…Now what?
What should I say? What should I do? Do I do anything at all?
So carefully, upon finding a right time in this gratifying silence that numbed the air between us, I tried to restart everything with a light, delicate prompt.
“Hyung, I…”
Suddenly, a cold, hard slap came down upon my cheek - the sharp impact of his palm on my face damn near breaking my skull into two.
“Why did you do that?” He then demanded angrily, hitting me on the arm next.
Then he hit me again, on the other arm.
I hoped to hell he wasn’t into biting and ripping limbs off, really.
“Ow! Hyung!”
“Don’t hyung me, Henli-sshi!” Sungmin snapped, slapping me on the chest - hard.
“Stop it!” I yelped in another pained wince - before making a swift grab for both of his wrists and stopping his balling fists now heading for other parts of me.
Struggling to free his hands, Sungmin’s glare threatened to trigger and blow my brains off.
Then he screamed, “You’re so mean, Henli ah!”
Huh? What the hell?
“Is this another joke to you?!” Sungmin spat, almost biting the tip of my nose when he did so.
“No!” I denied in a shout, finding my strength weakening to his violent contesting.
He stopped freaking out, but was narrowing his eyes dangerously nonetheless.
Then he asked, “Do you really like me, Henli-sshi?”
I nodded quickly, my hands gradually relaxing to release him when I found the turbulence starting to die down little by little.
“Yes, hyung. I really, really like you.”
KANGIN POWER!
“Is that the truth?”
KANGIN POWER!
“Yes.”
“You’re not playing with me again, are you?”
KANGIN POWER!
“No.”
And he slapped me again.
Only this time, he damn near took my head off.
“OWW!”
KANGIN POWER…MY ASS!
Next thing I knew Lee Sungmin was sprinting like a madman out of the door, leaving me in my shock at how everything just went down - together with the possibility of my poor, undeserving cheek swelling to a wonderful, agonizing shade of black or blue from the pain he suddenly inflicted on me.
I think the damn ceiling must have fallen on me as well, when he slammed the stupid door behind him.
But I didn’t even flinch - I just continued to stand rooted to the spot, still touching my face like I was in the middle of some damn drama filming and was remaining in that position until the director yells ‘cut!’ or something.
Sungmin ran away, and I felt extremely stupid all of a sudden.
Most definitely unbelievable, but I’m not kidding when I found myself actually thinking…
Was I a terrible kisser or something?
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Do you have the time to listen to me whine?
About nothing and everything all at once!
Wow. I miss listening to good ol’ Green Day.
I woke up on a freezing Monday morning and just started Youtubing them all of a sudden, on my Viao - attentively watching all their uploaded videos with a damn toothbrush stuck between my teeth, and my awesome hair sticking all over the place like I was struck by crazy lightening.
I am one of those melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bones no doubt about it…
It was 6 am, and already I was thinking that I was going to be late for my advanced Hangeul class - which only starts a good 3 hours later.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
Training on Mondays normally spells pure torture for me, but then again I’m always a little childish about kick starting the first day of the week regardless of anything anyway - mainly because I hate waking up so early in such mornings just to get ready for a day packed with activities.
Ha-ha. I actually don’t know what I’m trying to tell you here.
It all keeps adding up…I think I'm cracking up
Like, are we connecting at all?
This sounds a lot like blah, blah, blah doesn’t it?
Am I just paranoid?
Speaking of creeps, I decided that my lunch later in the day would be a very generous, tantalizing serving of peach and chocolate ice-cream crepe that I ever heard my manager mentioning in his sleep before.
He thinks too much too, at times. I feel sorry for troubling him so much.
Or I'm just stoned?
I know, right.
Maybe I need a brain bodyguard - to keep it from scattering aimlessly, and randomly.
Job of the century, I swear to God it is. Choi Shiwon approved, too!
What happened with Lee Sungmin?
Sorry but…I really don’t want to talk about it.
I mean, yes, I haven’t seen him for a while ever since that incident (I’ve come to terms with reality) - and to think he lives just a few minutes away, and that he used to (past tense noted) come over a lot if we weren’t (past tense noted, again) just bumping into each other randomly.
Oh, no, no, no. How can you call this avoiding?
You see, lately, the members of Super Junior are training like madmen for their first Asian Concert Tour that they barely even come home at times, and coincidentally, I find that my schedule to have additional courses all of a sudden (Latin dance, what the hell) - so I don’t see them as often as I used to be able to.
So all this is more like...Well, it’s more like…
Blah, blah, blah…
I realize that I just talked about it when I said I really didn’t want to.
That’s me alright - Certified crazy person behaviour, most celebrated boy among the gurneys!
Annyonghasaeyo!
Annoying-hasaeyo!
Brain bodyguard! Brain bodyguard!
Sorry.
I think Sungmin’s avoiding me, though.
I know. Like, major duh. What was I expecting, seriously?
Him jumping out of a damn huge, super pink box squealing “SARANGHAEYO!” in front of my doorstep the next day?
It’d be really cute though - especially with those adorable kitty cat ears-
Anyway!
Ha-ha. Well I bet Sungmin never felt anything for me at all in the first place!
All this while, it’s always been just me and my stark raving mad fantasies.
Stupid tart and hot green bobby pins ate my brains, I swear.
How…embarrassing.
But yeah, it’s not like it’s the end of the damn world already right?
Every now and then, I keep thinking that I’m just too young to experience (and suffer) from all this nonsense - and that should help me move on with important things like not screwing up my career even before it started.
Hmm.
Maybe I should go see Sungmin.
Aish. Damn it.
I fail at lying, and yet I kept lying to myself.
I miss him a lot, despite talking like a grand phony of a hotshot just about a second ago - but how could I possibly face him when he suddenly found all the damn alternative routes and secret passageways to stay out of my way?
I need to fix this. I don’t care how - I just want everything restored to normal. Fast.
Because I can’t lose him for good just because I was a brash, insensitive moron.
Bah. Why are emotions so…freaking complicated to handle?
Here lies Henry Lau - God, he had a LOT of stupid questions.
Going back to that cold Monday, what I really needed after Green Day was a really long, hot shower to jump start my senses - as if the strong mint of the toothpaste wasn’t mind altering already, really.
It was only after stepping out of the steaming bathroom that my day just received its first, solid dose of lousiness.
“Good morning, Henli-sshi.”
I bet my manager let Cho KyuHyun into our flat when he went out - because I sure as hell wouldn’t pull such a suicidal stunt.
He might be suited in a simple, black Adidas tracksuit - but I was sure as hell that he was going to start throwing daggers and pull out crazy machine guns out of his pockets and socks or something just to murder me.
I swallowed a stammer. “Good morning, hyung.”
And KyuHyun’s slightly chapped lips pulled back to a wiry smile - if you could consider a gentle snarl a smile, really.
Here lies Henry Lau - KyuHyun murdered him, but we all know he deserved it in a sense.
“Breakfast?”
“Uh…no thanks.”
“Good. Now sit down.”
Was he serious?
I was in only in my TOWEL, for goodness sake - and a super flimsy shirt with the cold starting to bite down on my bare spine and ass.
He raised a sharp eyebrow at me when I only stared back at his request.
“Fine,” KyuHyun said, almost in an angered hiss.
Aw, man.
“Go get dressed, kid. And then we’ll talk.”
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I really wanted him to get the hell out - and it definitely wasn’t because I was going to be late for my Korean lesson or whatever.
Cho KyuHyun needed to go because he was oddly behaving in the calmest of all conduct (naturally) - and that was seriously scaring the great, living bejesus out of me.
Aw, man.
Why can’t I have the freaking Kingdom of Narnia at the back of my closet?
It would have made my ‘hiding in there forever’ an easier thing to do, Christ.
But no, I guess I needed to be a real man right then - especially when someone who is barely a year older than me just called me a kid like he had seen the dinosaurs roaming the planet with his own eyes before or something.
There was a long, extremely unsettled silence hanging in the air.
KyuHyun leant back on the couch, making him comfortable in, and pushed the spectacles higher up the bridge of his nose.
Then he started cracking his knuckles.
Me? I kindly helped myself to the first casket, just to try out the size of it and all.
I figured if I was going to be buried 6 feet under soon, I’d like to have a bigger space for my darling violins so I won’t get lonely being dead and buried.
Together with the Kim Kangin thoughtful, personality power booster chopsticks, of course.
KyuHyun took a deep breath, emphasizing the rigid of his broad shoulders greatly.
Ah, I’ve settled for a simple, well-polished one that is typically black in colour - I guess I’m still going to be economically-friendly about my funeral and stuff since I don’t really like people fussing over me when I’m dead and gone from this world.
And no make up please. I’ve had enough of M.A.C when I was alive.
In reality, I sat across KyuHyun in my awkward silence, wondering just what sort of prayer, miracle, defence mechanism, whatever would really save me.
He began with, “Henli. We’re friends and you know I like you a lot, right?”
Should I answer that?
Apparently being close to people like Kangin and Heechul must have totally shaped this part of his character build-up somehow.
Back to what he just questioned me with - he wasn’t asking for an answer, you know.
Swiping the jet black fringe of his hair from his eyes, KyuHyun’s features darkened visibly.
“Do you know that it’s very hard for me to not hurt you right now?”
I wondered if KyuHyun was actually thinking of me when he was aiming at the target practice in the recent episode of Explorer’s of the Human Bodies.
It was possible that I was the mean, impossible, cardboard boar in his eyes - and he would really go the distance, even the extra miles just to stick a poisoned arrow into my belly.
“But,” he paused, taking a harder look at me.
“Sungminnie wouldn’t like that, and I’m not a violent person anyway so I’m just going to ask you nicely: What did you do to my Lee Sungmin, Henli-sshi?”
I didn’t answer him.
Man, was I begging for it.
“Henli ah, please don’t make this any harder. Answer me, now.”
You know, I think I’ll consider make up for my funeral after all - just to conceal those beaten and ripped flesh, purpling, bloody lips and swollen eyes.
Because it’s the worst thing in the world when the people you love can’t even tell your broken nose apart from your torn ears, seriously.
KyuHyun began cracking his knuckles again, impatience grilling his cool.
Desperation fuelled me, and I decided to twist things a bit.
“Why are you asking me?”
He shot me a ridiculed smirk. I swear he could have destroyed a mountain with it.
“I don’t see anyone else in our pretty picture, Henli-sshi. So it’s just you.”
Since I like asking stupid questions...
I should be an ace with giving stupid answers, yes?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Liar, liar…hot, expensive Armani pants on fire - But I was desperate, mind you.
“Oh. Is that so?” KyuHyun mused, before looking through the corners of his eyes in his erupted frustration.
“Okay then. Now close your eyes.”
Huh? “What?”
Unbelievably, the supposedly gentle KyuHyun pulled back a tightly balled fist over his shoulder - rearing it back while aiming for the perfect spot with an ambitious squint of one eye.
“Stay still, okay?”
I could only drop my jaws in my reaction as he sized me up some more, his tolerance level wiped out from the way his smirk was vanishing before my eyes.
“I’m going to have to break your face now, Henli ah. And I really don’t want to miss.”
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Annoying-hasaeyo!
Mom, Dad, Clint - I’ll always be looking out for you guys from Heaven.
And if you hear someone playing violin to the familiar tune of Don Don in the dead of some nights, please don’t freak out because it’s just me being the typically bothersome, bored spirit son I am so I come and visit.
Brent - If I don’t go to Heaven just because I’ve turned gay, I’ll sit on you when you’re sleeping and poke your insides until you’re howling from painful laughter, simply because I miss the sound of it so much.
You and my brother - Please don’t write embarrassing things on my gravestone. It would have been really comical only if I was alive to joke about it.
To my friends in Super Junior: OH-EH-OH!
I’ll come by the dorms if I’m bored as well. Or if I’m craving for Honey Stars!
To dear Ahjummanie: I’ll haunt Shinhwa’s Kim Dong Wan and say your name so your dream of meeting him in your convenience store will come true.
To my supporters: Yes. This economically-friendly casket I’m in is perfectly snug, spacious and comfortable, thank you.
To my anti-fans: Don’t worry, be happy and stay pneumonia-free now.
Hey. Is it too much to ask if I request to be buried next to…say…John Lennon?
The last thing I was committing to my living memory was that Cho KyuHyun wasn’t a violent, merciless person.
He was just going to pound me into a bloody pulp and was going to keep it short, too.
Oddly enough, I actually listened to him and didn’t move an inch.
I closed my damn eyes even, because I believed that I earned my rightful position in this scene here.
I don’t know how I was making sense with my decisions at all right then, but well…Bye-bye anyway?
“What’s going on?”
Upon hearing that familiar voice, my eyes snapped open to see Kim Ryeowook’s hand firmly grasping the back of KyuHyun’s right wrist - restraining the fisted punch before it could land.
Oh, you came, my MESSIAH! My LOVE FIGHTER SENSEI!
He rounded his eyes at KyuHyun’s stance, surprised at what he was witnessing.
“KyuHyunnie ah!” He gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Let go of me,” KyuHyun requested, ambitiously glowering at me still.
“No!” Ryeowook contested quickly, glancing at me.
“Yah, Kyumong! Are you…Are you going to hit Henli-sshi?”
Maybe I was subconsciously giving Ryeowook the sparkling, pretty, pleading, highly effective puppy dog eyes or something.
Coward of the group - me!
The younger between the two freed himself with a harsh tug of his arm.
“Yes, I’m going to hit him,” KyuHyun stated, raising his rounded fist again.
“He did something to Sungmin, hyung, I know it. I don’t know what exactly, but you know Sungmin’s been acting really, really weird and I don’t like that at all - but Henli-sshi’s responsible for all of it.”
“Stop behaving like a lunatic,” Ryeowook snapped - before stepping into the line of fire with a firm foot set to the ground.
This is the guy who totally fails at sports, because he has ZERO athletic abilities.
Yet there I was - protected, shielded by his slender frame - and I was more than glad to readily sell my own soul for a lifetime commitment to worshipping Kim Ryeowook, devil may care.
KyuHyun stood up, towering over the two of us dangerously.
Spanning his arms out a little more to cover me, Ryeowook went, “What’s wrong with you, KyuHyunnie?”
“What do you mean what’s wrong with me?” KyuHyun’s eyebrows knitted, not amused at all.
“Sungmin’s suddenly crying a lot, every now and then, and is easily losing his focus in our trainings…and you’re asking what’s wrong with me, Ryeowook-sshi?”
Sungmin’s been crying?
“I-”
“Why? You know something, don’t you?”
He does?
“Kyumong-”
“Then how come you’re always defending him, hyungie ah?” KyuHyun continued, accusing.
Ryeowook’s always defending me?
Really?
RYEOWOOK-SSHI!
You’re the sunshine in my life!
You’re the inspiraaaaaaaaaaaaaation~!
“Ever since he came here, you’ve been…What exactly is he to you, Ryeowookie hyung?”
Excuse me?
Hmm. I’d like to know that too, if you don’t mind me sharing the confusion here.
“He’s going to be late,” Ryeowook said, the stern tone of his voice driving a definite conclusion into what was going down, and he wasn’t going to give KyuHyun’s exploding rage a damn.
SO AMAZING, THIS RYEOWOOK-SSHI!
He shot an ordering look at me.
“Get to class, Henli ah.”
“He can’t. I haven’t killed him yet,” KyuHyun contested, glaring at me.
Ryeowook’s jaws tightened.
“You need to calm down, and he needs to go. Now is not the best time to settle things. You’re probably jumping into conclusions. Sungmin could just be crying from the amount stress we’re in, KyuHyunnie ah.”
“You’re still defending him. I can’t believe it,” KyuHyun muttered, throwing his hands up in his exasperation to the entire ordeal.
“Let’s go. Now!” Ryeowook ordered, grabbing him by the wrist again - before painstakingly dragging the taller one out of this highly flammable zone before he could really torch me.
“Class, Henli-sshi.”
My body only began functioning again when the heatedly arguing voices of those two gradually began to disappear as they went away - leaving me feeling a lot more lost and confounded and annoyed and disturbed than ever before.
If you look at it in one sense, everything just came down to a bloody anti-climax.
I bet everyone was sure as hell KyuHyun was going to sock me earlier.
They say one problem just begets another.
I wouldn’t mind that happening really. Spice of life, right?
But it would have been a lot more helpful if it didn’t look like some smart-ass just tripped and dropped something into a field full of crazy, unsuspected landmines, seriously!
Here lies Henry Lau - Yes, he’s THAT smart ass kid with the clumsy feet.
Annoying-hasaeyo!
“So…”
I stopped in my mid sigh and turned to see Yeh Sung appearing into my sight.
What do you know? I was going to be late for advanced Hangeul after all.
Because Yeh Sung had to ask, “What are you to Ryeowookie, Henli-sshi?”
Aw, man.
He didn’t look like he was going to move from the crazy door, too.
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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!
Entry #15 : The Remedy
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for this, the guest muse is : virginangelic, for betaing and unclogging the writer's block, and assisting in unleashing a greater drama.
Work is killing me, so i hope you guys enjoy this one as always! thanks for reading, comments are love, you all are loved lol XD