Entry #17: Ouch.
Chapters : #17
Featuring : Yeh Sung, Sungmin
Beta-ed and QA-ed by : virginangelic XD
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Like Lee Soo Man, I believe that Kim Jong Oon is actually a small god too.
What kind of a small god is he?
I conducted a short assessment on one of the resident jokers in Super Junior.
Figured him out!
Now here’s another question: What’s worse than angering him?
Answer: It’s angering him without having a damn clue in knowing just what the heck he’s actually capable of.
If you don’t already know it yet, the main problem is that it’s really not that easy to tell Kim Yeh Sung’s real personality since he goes nuts about grabbing all the attention and stuff on screen - and totally enjoys telling just about the coldest jokes of the century next to reigning humour god (in training) Eeteuk in real life.
The kind of cold jokes that goes like:
What kind of math do Snow owls like?
Answer: Owlgebra.
No, I’m not kidding, I swear they murder everyone.
Anyway.
So Yeh Sung maybe a small dork god, but ever since I came here I’ve learnt that underestimating someone like him is pretty much the same as going down a freaking steep hill on your brake-less bike - and running into a shiny bullet train.
At a time like this, I wished that I was living on the first floor instead of the 11th.
Makes the whole ‘escaping through a jump out of the window’ idea a more realistic and less life-threatening one, you see.
He demanded, “So…What are you to Ryeowook-sshi, Henli?”
Yeh Sung stood rooted right in the middle of it, the great mess of his black hair curtaining a steeling expression - crowning that humourless aura that surrounded him, with an unpleasant scowl perched upon his lips.
"I've never seen KyuHyunnie so angry like that before, too. Scary."
I was thinking, maybe I could like, pull something from the Matrix and like, run the hell past him without him being able to catch my moving at lightning speed.
Now that would have been possible, really, since I’m pretty much a fast, slick runner - but it would have been achievable if I had a bigger front door right then.
Oh, everything seemed so crazy and wrong right then!
“I’m going to be late for class, hyung,” I muttered, frustration evident in my tone as I continued to turn away from his inquisition.
“Are you kidding me?” Yeh Sung chuckled, finding something funny.
“It’s only eight, Henli ah. You’re going to be a little too early, don’t you think so?”
Aish, seriously!
Quick, someone pass me a bloody bolster and I’ll bludgeon everyone who is unfortunate enough to be standing in my way from then on, I swear to God I will.
Wait. What did I say again?
A bloody bolster!?
How’s that a weapon of mass massacre again?
Oi! Brain bodyguard! Brain bodyguard!
WHY AREN'T YOU DOING YOUR JOB, BRAIN BODYGUARD?!
Then I only realized that I had nothing to hide when I found myself just as lost as Yeh Sung was when I recalled Cho KyuHyun’s words into memory.
What exactly is he to you, Ryeowookie hyung?
Hey, is there a point of time where I totally missed a great portion of the drama here?
Christ.
Well, at least I could resolve this misunderstanding, that’s for sure.
Yeh Sung didn’t smile, but he didn’t look like he was going to pounce on me anytime soon for not answering him - which was a very good thing, I swear to God it was.
Then he took slow, minimal and uninvited steps away from the door - and into my flat.
“Tsk, tsk. Henli-sshi,” he let out a short sigh while shaking his head slowly.
“You don’t know a lot of things for a really smart kid, do you?”
Boy, you have no idea how much I was beginning to hate the word kid right then.
I mean, do you know what kid means to me?
A kid is a freaking baby goat, for crying out loud!
Do I look like baby goat to everyone now?
Ugh.
But dork god sounded like he was rather sympathetic for my current situation all of a sudden - I gradually stopped feeling like I was going to be toasted for good on an already dreadful Saturday morning.
His eyebrows jerked a little when I grabbed my leather backpack from the table and started for the door, the bow of my head so low I could have touched my knobbly knees with my crazy forehead or something.
I wasn’t mad at him. But I guess I couldn’t really be bothered to tell him that.
Of course I didn’t think pushing Yeh Sung out of my way would be a really smart thing to do - he does look like that kind of guy who crushes tin cans in a single ball of his crazy fist, even though he’d rather be busting nuts with his wit rather than his muscles.
“You know,” he started, looking at me in a kind of manner that was telling me I should really stop and listen to him, because it was going to be important.
And he was only going to say it once, because he was lazy to repeat it again next time.
Because according to him, ‘live shows are only telecasted once’.
He was just too obvious of his jealousy, though.
“I miss the good old times when Ryeowookie and I would argue over who ate whose food, and who stretched whose shirt. Stupid things like that.”
Okay. What?
“There was a time when we could just sit down and talk about things, everything, out in the open.”
Whoa, I know. He just started talking like this!
Mysterious he is not - maybe it’s just the grand, unpredictable work of the dork god.
Wow. Yeh Sung’s even more impressive than he already is, isn’t he?
“Uh okay,” I went, blinking a little bit when I caught up with his random story-telling.
“Isn’t that still the same between the two of you, Yeh Sung-sshi?”
“Yeah, it still is,” Yeh Sung answered, in a sing-song manner.
“But I just didn’t expect some things to change for my part, that’s all.”
Change?
Yeh Sung snorted with a raised brow when I turned to face him fully, suddenly curious about the dramatic topic he brought up.
“Yah! I thought you’re going to be late for class, Henli-sshi?”
“It’s only eight,” I said quietly, mocking him without being so rude about it.
“You’re so cute,” He laughed. “No wonder Ryeowookie adores you so much!”
Bloody hell, really.
I couldn’t take any of this nonsense anymore - one overzealous member was already enough for me to handle, I swear to Heavens it was.
“Hyung,” I suddenly went, before the next words tactlessly stumbled out of me.
“I do not have the same feelings that you have for Ryeowook-sshi.”
BULLSEYE!
He was taken aback by my fleeting bluntness, the slight twitch of his fine eyebrows giving away the cool of his front almost too easily.
“I’m sure he thinks that I’m nothing more than a brother and a friend. So you don’t have to worry about me.”
Man. If he ever hits me, it would be because I just spoke like I was some hotshot of a jock who gallops on a freaking handsome horse while playing polo in some crazy prestigious prep school or something.
You know, the type that would definitely die first in some cheap teen horror movie?
“Ah,” Yeh Sung said, nodding slowly to my bold statement of defence - seemingly pleased and relieved at what he just heard.
I felt like adding ‘you just need to worry about Cho KyuHyun, by the way’ because this was still going to be some sort of a sucky love…whatever shape it was supposed to be.
Hey.
What do you call a missing shape?
Answer: Poly-gone.
Yeh Sung's jokes ate my brains, Jesus.
Anyway.
I didn’t feel too hot to drag anything any further, so I just politely excused myself to go to my advanced Hangeul lesson.
The dork god was pressing the lift button for us when I remembered what I wanted to ask him earlier.
“Yeh Sung hyung,” I began, turning to him. “I have a question. May I?”
“Fire away.”
“Sungmin hyung…is he alright?”
We got into the lift, and he sighed with a shrug of his heavy shoulders.
“I hope so. Our Sungminnie maybe a little soft - but he really doesn’t cry easily.”
“Even when he’s under stress? Like what Ryeowook-sshi thinks?”
“Well, I don’t think so,” Yeh Sung shook his head, confident with his knowledge.
“He works better under stress, in fact. So it’s really strange now."
“So,” I pushed, rocking in my heels a little. “What does it mean, whenever he cries?”
Yeh Sung cocked an eyebrow at me, wondering why I was being nosey as Hell.
The lift stopped at his floor, and the doors slowly parted open to the soft ‘ding!’ of the bell.
“Good question,” he said, before pointing his finger to something outside.
“Why don’t you just ask Sungminnie here yourself?”
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Lee Sungmin didn’t get into the lift when he saw me in it.
Instead, he automatically whirled around and ran down the stupid staircase.
Next to me, Yeh Sung shoved a thumb up and went, “Uh…Good luck, then?”
Thank you so much for the support, oh greatest dork god.
I should run after Sungmin, really. I really felt like doing just that because I felt like a freaking drama king all of a sudden.
Picture me chasing him, crying out his name in the centre of the damn streets with the lightest of pinkish snow falling around us - in slow motion and all.
Oh, so gorgeous!
I’m crazy.
The lift was rather fast moving today, before an idea struck me as I was going down - and I decided to press the button ‘3’ quickly.
I swear, Sungmin could have broken his neck if had accidentally toppled over his own feet when he screeched to a sudden stop mid-running down the crazy stairs the second he saw me standing at the foot of it.
With big, surprised eyes, he sputtered in his loss of breath.
“How…How-”
I tried to give him a decent smile. “The lift is not a turtle today.”
Sungmin started to run back up.
“Hyung!” I called out, rushing forward. I was really going to come after him this time.
Hey! I refuse to believe that I’m turning into a stalker here, alright?
“Can we talk for a minute? Please?”
And he ran the hell up.
Honestly, this guy!
I guess this was screen test one, take 1: ACTION!
We ran all the way to the damned roof, Jesus, before he finally stopped to admit his defeat when there were no more floors left to scale.
The only difference between us right then was that Lee Sungmin was still standing on his two feet - while I came crashing the hell down chest first on the rough, concrete pavement when I arrived.
Not a suave entrance at all, really.
But it got his attention alright.
Good.
Now…Screen test one, take 2: Action!
“Henli-sshi!”
Sungmin rushed back to where I was lying right then - motionless all of a sudden.
I tried not to burst laughing when he grabbed and flipped me over to my back, the limp of my body registering panic into his senses when he rested my head on his lap.
Crazy, I know. But I felt like being a right retard then, I didn’t exactly know why.
Annoying-hasaeyo! Henry Lau-imnida!
Perhaps I’m following the grand work of the dork god too?
Pssh. I’m so easily influenced I swear it can be really bad sometimes.
Anyway.
“Henli-sshi?” He started to shake me by the shoulders then, urgently.
“Are you okay? Henli-sshi! Wake up!”
I slowly opened one eye to see his pretty face hovering above mine - and grinned.
Sungmin jerked back at that, his once-worried expression souring over instantly when he realized I just pulled yet another playful stunt on him.
“Please don’t slap me!” I managed to say, my own hands flying to a defensive cross over my face when I caught the raise of his palm at the ends of my eyes.
He shoved me off his lap, and shot up in with a short, unpleasant huff of his breath.
“Hyung, wait!”
If you don’t know it yet, Lee Sungmin is actually a pretty fast walker too.
So fast that I had to jog after him again - before making the final decision to just jump in front of his path and stopping him from reaching the exit door.
Screen test one, take three...ACTION!
“Go away, Henli-sshi,” Sungmin said, the roll of his eyes sharp.
“I’m so sorry,” I quickly apologized, bowing. “That wasn’t funny, not at all. I know.”
Staring into my eyes, he repeated, “Go away.”
Suddenly I went, “Was I a bad kisser?”
His eyes widened at my sudden straight-forwardness.
Christ.
“What?”
“Was I? Is that why you slapped me the other day when I kissed you?”
Here lies Henry Lau - Maybe he needed a mouth bodyguard too, to go along with his brain bodyguard!
“I didn’t slap you because you were a bad kisser, Henli-sshi,” Sungmin replied sternly, not delighted by my sweeping assumption.
“I slapped you because you were too bold, and you caught me by surprise.”
Boy. For once, I really didn’t think I was going to let a lame answer like that fly.
“Okay,” I agreed, my eyebrows came together in an unsatisfied knit.
“Then why did you kiss me back?”
Sungmin’s girly features twitched in another offended reaction.
“If I was too bold you could have hit me before you kissed me back, hyung.”
Mouth bodyguard! Brain bodyguard!
I bet he was dying to introduce my front teeth to back of my head for this, I swear.
But I think I might have stirred something here.
"Henli-sshi," he began, faltering a little when words abandoned him.
"I can't..."
His beautiful eyes, they were looking into mine in such a way that was telling me: perhaps I should start thinking way out of this pretty little snow globe of a world that I’m happily living in.
Never mind if there is someone like Cho KyuHyun in the picture.
The emotional basket case I’ve turned into - I think I ever saw pink ponies flying in front of my nose and totally believed in them, I swear.
But I knew I wasn't wrong about what I was seeing through the windows of his soul right then - you just have to believe me on it.
"You can't what, Sungmin-sshi?"
My heart galloped faster when he took a step towards me.
"This..."
Then almost in an instant, everything took a crazy, drastic plunge.
“You,” Sungmin hissed - giving me a good, hard shove to the chest.
“How old are you, Henli-sshi?”
I blinked at his abrupt and random enquiry, stumbling over my heels a little at the impact.
“Excuse me?”
An eyebrow rose higher up as he turned his ear to where my voice was coming from.
“Again. How old are you?”
“Nineteen, hyung.”
Sungmin looked through the corners of his eyes at that, before giving me an unfavourable, audacious smirk.
“Nineteen?”
“Yes.”
He gave me the final insolent, arrogant jerk of his chin.
“Then I suggest that you don’t be so disrespectful to me from now on, dongsaeng.”
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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
Entry #16 : : Annoying-hasaeyo!
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Muse is somewhat nice to me over the weekend.
Maybe it's because I'm obsessed with Haha's song 'My Destiny' - and the recent performance with Big Bang. And the latest episode of Explorers...and lots of things LOL
Anyway, thanks for reading again! XD
Featuring : Yeh Sung, Sungmin
Beta-ed and QA-ed by : virginangelic XD
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Like Lee Soo Man, I believe that Kim Jong Oon is actually a small god too.
What kind of a small god is he?
I conducted a short assessment on one of the resident jokers in Super Junior.
Figured him out!
Now here’s another question: What’s worse than angering him?
Answer: It’s angering him without having a damn clue in knowing just what the heck he’s actually capable of.
If you don’t already know it yet, the main problem is that it’s really not that easy to tell Kim Yeh Sung’s real personality since he goes nuts about grabbing all the attention and stuff on screen - and totally enjoys telling just about the coldest jokes of the century next to reigning humour god (in training) Eeteuk in real life.
The kind of cold jokes that goes like:
What kind of math do Snow owls like?
Answer: Owlgebra.
No, I’m not kidding, I swear they murder everyone.
Anyway.
So Yeh Sung maybe a small dork god, but ever since I came here I’ve learnt that underestimating someone like him is pretty much the same as going down a freaking steep hill on your brake-less bike - and running into a shiny bullet train.
At a time like this, I wished that I was living on the first floor instead of the 11th.
Makes the whole ‘escaping through a jump out of the window’ idea a more realistic and less life-threatening one, you see.
He demanded, “So…What are you to Ryeowook-sshi, Henli?”
Yeh Sung stood rooted right in the middle of it, the great mess of his black hair curtaining a steeling expression - crowning that humourless aura that surrounded him, with an unpleasant scowl perched upon his lips.
"I've never seen KyuHyunnie so angry like that before, too. Scary."
I was thinking, maybe I could like, pull something from the Matrix and like, run the hell past him without him being able to catch my moving at lightning speed.
Now that would have been possible, really, since I’m pretty much a fast, slick runner - but it would have been achievable if I had a bigger front door right then.
Oh, everything seemed so crazy and wrong right then!
“I’m going to be late for class, hyung,” I muttered, frustration evident in my tone as I continued to turn away from his inquisition.
“Are you kidding me?” Yeh Sung chuckled, finding something funny.
“It’s only eight, Henli ah. You’re going to be a little too early, don’t you think so?”
Aish, seriously!
Quick, someone pass me a bloody bolster and I’ll bludgeon everyone who is unfortunate enough to be standing in my way from then on, I swear to God I will.
Wait. What did I say again?
A bloody bolster!?
How’s that a weapon of mass massacre again?
Oi! Brain bodyguard! Brain bodyguard!
WHY AREN'T YOU DOING YOUR JOB, BRAIN BODYGUARD?!
Then I only realized that I had nothing to hide when I found myself just as lost as Yeh Sung was when I recalled Cho KyuHyun’s words into memory.
What exactly is he to you, Ryeowookie hyung?
Hey, is there a point of time where I totally missed a great portion of the drama here?
Christ.
Well, at least I could resolve this misunderstanding, that’s for sure.
Yeh Sung didn’t smile, but he didn’t look like he was going to pounce on me anytime soon for not answering him - which was a very good thing, I swear to God it was.
Then he took slow, minimal and uninvited steps away from the door - and into my flat.
“Tsk, tsk. Henli-sshi,” he let out a short sigh while shaking his head slowly.
“You don’t know a lot of things for a really smart kid, do you?”
Boy, you have no idea how much I was beginning to hate the word kid right then.
I mean, do you know what kid means to me?
A kid is a freaking baby goat, for crying out loud!
Do I look like baby goat to everyone now?
Ugh.
But dork god sounded like he was rather sympathetic for my current situation all of a sudden - I gradually stopped feeling like I was going to be toasted for good on an already dreadful Saturday morning.
His eyebrows jerked a little when I grabbed my leather backpack from the table and started for the door, the bow of my head so low I could have touched my knobbly knees with my crazy forehead or something.
I wasn’t mad at him. But I guess I couldn’t really be bothered to tell him that.
Of course I didn’t think pushing Yeh Sung out of my way would be a really smart thing to do - he does look like that kind of guy who crushes tin cans in a single ball of his crazy fist, even though he’d rather be busting nuts with his wit rather than his muscles.
“You know,” he started, looking at me in a kind of manner that was telling me I should really stop and listen to him, because it was going to be important.
And he was only going to say it once, because he was lazy to repeat it again next time.
Because according to him, ‘live shows are only telecasted once’.
He was just too obvious of his jealousy, though.
“I miss the good old times when Ryeowookie and I would argue over who ate whose food, and who stretched whose shirt. Stupid things like that.”
Okay. What?
“There was a time when we could just sit down and talk about things, everything, out in the open.”
Whoa, I know. He just started talking like this!
Mysterious he is not - maybe it’s just the grand, unpredictable work of the dork god.
Wow. Yeh Sung’s even more impressive than he already is, isn’t he?
“Uh okay,” I went, blinking a little bit when I caught up with his random story-telling.
“Isn’t that still the same between the two of you, Yeh Sung-sshi?”
“Yeah, it still is,” Yeh Sung answered, in a sing-song manner.
“But I just didn’t expect some things to change for my part, that’s all.”
Change?
Yeh Sung snorted with a raised brow when I turned to face him fully, suddenly curious about the dramatic topic he brought up.
“Yah! I thought you’re going to be late for class, Henli-sshi?”
“It’s only eight,” I said quietly, mocking him without being so rude about it.
“You’re so cute,” He laughed. “No wonder Ryeowookie adores you so much!”
Bloody hell, really.
I couldn’t take any of this nonsense anymore - one overzealous member was already enough for me to handle, I swear to Heavens it was.
“Hyung,” I suddenly went, before the next words tactlessly stumbled out of me.
“I do not have the same feelings that you have for Ryeowook-sshi.”
BULLSEYE!
He was taken aback by my fleeting bluntness, the slight twitch of his fine eyebrows giving away the cool of his front almost too easily.
“I’m sure he thinks that I’m nothing more than a brother and a friend. So you don’t have to worry about me.”
Man. If he ever hits me, it would be because I just spoke like I was some hotshot of a jock who gallops on a freaking handsome horse while playing polo in some crazy prestigious prep school or something.
You know, the type that would definitely die first in some cheap teen horror movie?
“Ah,” Yeh Sung said, nodding slowly to my bold statement of defence - seemingly pleased and relieved at what he just heard.
I felt like adding ‘you just need to worry about Cho KyuHyun, by the way’ because this was still going to be some sort of a sucky love…whatever shape it was supposed to be.
Hey.
What do you call a missing shape?
Answer: Poly-gone.
Yeh Sung's jokes ate my brains, Jesus.
Anyway.
I didn’t feel too hot to drag anything any further, so I just politely excused myself to go to my advanced Hangeul lesson.
The dork god was pressing the lift button for us when I remembered what I wanted to ask him earlier.
“Yeh Sung hyung,” I began, turning to him. “I have a question. May I?”
“Fire away.”
“Sungmin hyung…is he alright?”
We got into the lift, and he sighed with a shrug of his heavy shoulders.
“I hope so. Our Sungminnie maybe a little soft - but he really doesn’t cry easily.”
“Even when he’s under stress? Like what Ryeowook-sshi thinks?”
“Well, I don’t think so,” Yeh Sung shook his head, confident with his knowledge.
“He works better under stress, in fact. So it’s really strange now."
“So,” I pushed, rocking in my heels a little. “What does it mean, whenever he cries?”
Yeh Sung cocked an eyebrow at me, wondering why I was being nosey as Hell.
The lift stopped at his floor, and the doors slowly parted open to the soft ‘ding!’ of the bell.
“Good question,” he said, before pointing his finger to something outside.
“Why don’t you just ask Sungminnie here yourself?”
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Lee Sungmin didn’t get into the lift when he saw me in it.
Instead, he automatically whirled around and ran down the stupid staircase.
Next to me, Yeh Sung shoved a thumb up and went, “Uh…Good luck, then?”
Thank you so much for the support, oh greatest dork god.
I should run after Sungmin, really. I really felt like doing just that because I felt like a freaking drama king all of a sudden.
Picture me chasing him, crying out his name in the centre of the damn streets with the lightest of pinkish snow falling around us - in slow motion and all.
Oh, so gorgeous!
I’m crazy.
The lift was rather fast moving today, before an idea struck me as I was going down - and I decided to press the button ‘3’ quickly.
I swear, Sungmin could have broken his neck if had accidentally toppled over his own feet when he screeched to a sudden stop mid-running down the crazy stairs the second he saw me standing at the foot of it.
With big, surprised eyes, he sputtered in his loss of breath.
“How…How-”
I tried to give him a decent smile. “The lift is not a turtle today.”
Sungmin started to run back up.
“Hyung!” I called out, rushing forward. I was really going to come after him this time.
Hey! I refuse to believe that I’m turning into a stalker here, alright?
“Can we talk for a minute? Please?”
And he ran the hell up.
Honestly, this guy!
I guess this was screen test one, take 1: ACTION!
We ran all the way to the damned roof, Jesus, before he finally stopped to admit his defeat when there were no more floors left to scale.
The only difference between us right then was that Lee Sungmin was still standing on his two feet - while I came crashing the hell down chest first on the rough, concrete pavement when I arrived.
Not a suave entrance at all, really.
But it got his attention alright.
Good.
Now…Screen test one, take 2: Action!
“Henli-sshi!”
Sungmin rushed back to where I was lying right then - motionless all of a sudden.
I tried not to burst laughing when he grabbed and flipped me over to my back, the limp of my body registering panic into his senses when he rested my head on his lap.
Crazy, I know. But I felt like being a right retard then, I didn’t exactly know why.
Annoying-hasaeyo! Henry Lau-imnida!
Perhaps I’m following the grand work of the dork god too?
Pssh. I’m so easily influenced I swear it can be really bad sometimes.
Anyway.
“Henli-sshi?” He started to shake me by the shoulders then, urgently.
“Are you okay? Henli-sshi! Wake up!”
I slowly opened one eye to see his pretty face hovering above mine - and grinned.
Sungmin jerked back at that, his once-worried expression souring over instantly when he realized I just pulled yet another playful stunt on him.
“Please don’t slap me!” I managed to say, my own hands flying to a defensive cross over my face when I caught the raise of his palm at the ends of my eyes.
He shoved me off his lap, and shot up in with a short, unpleasant huff of his breath.
“Hyung, wait!”
If you don’t know it yet, Lee Sungmin is actually a pretty fast walker too.
So fast that I had to jog after him again - before making the final decision to just jump in front of his path and stopping him from reaching the exit door.
Screen test one, take three...ACTION!
“Go away, Henli-sshi,” Sungmin said, the roll of his eyes sharp.
“I’m so sorry,” I quickly apologized, bowing. “That wasn’t funny, not at all. I know.”
Staring into my eyes, he repeated, “Go away.”
Suddenly I went, “Was I a bad kisser?”
His eyes widened at my sudden straight-forwardness.
Christ.
“What?”
“Was I? Is that why you slapped me the other day when I kissed you?”
Here lies Henry Lau - Maybe he needed a mouth bodyguard too, to go along with his brain bodyguard!
“I didn’t slap you because you were a bad kisser, Henli-sshi,” Sungmin replied sternly, not delighted by my sweeping assumption.
“I slapped you because you were too bold, and you caught me by surprise.”
Boy. For once, I really didn’t think I was going to let a lame answer like that fly.
“Okay,” I agreed, my eyebrows came together in an unsatisfied knit.
“Then why did you kiss me back?”
Sungmin’s girly features twitched in another offended reaction.
“If I was too bold you could have hit me before you kissed me back, hyung.”
Mouth bodyguard! Brain bodyguard!
I bet he was dying to introduce my front teeth to back of my head for this, I swear.
But I think I might have stirred something here.
"Henli-sshi," he began, faltering a little when words abandoned him.
"I can't..."
His beautiful eyes, they were looking into mine in such a way that was telling me: perhaps I should start thinking way out of this pretty little snow globe of a world that I’m happily living in.
Never mind if there is someone like Cho KyuHyun in the picture.
The emotional basket case I’ve turned into - I think I ever saw pink ponies flying in front of my nose and totally believed in them, I swear.
But I knew I wasn't wrong about what I was seeing through the windows of his soul right then - you just have to believe me on it.
"You can't what, Sungmin-sshi?"
My heart galloped faster when he took a step towards me.
"This..."
Then almost in an instant, everything took a crazy, drastic plunge.
“You,” Sungmin hissed - giving me a good, hard shove to the chest.
“How old are you, Henli-sshi?”
I blinked at his abrupt and random enquiry, stumbling over my heels a little at the impact.
“Excuse me?”
An eyebrow rose higher up as he turned his ear to where my voice was coming from.
“Again. How old are you?”
“Nineteen, hyung.”
Sungmin looked through the corners of his eyes at that, before giving me an unfavourable, audacious smirk.
“Nineteen?”
“Yes.”
He gave me the final insolent, arrogant jerk of his chin.
“Then I suggest that you don’t be so disrespectful to me from now on, dongsaeng.”
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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
Entry #16 : : Annoying-hasaeyo!
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Muse is somewhat nice to me over the weekend.
Maybe it's because I'm obsessed with Haha's song 'My Destiny' - and the recent performance with Big Bang. And the latest episode of Explorers...and lots of things LOL
Anyway, thanks for reading again! XD