Super Junior; Kangin/Shindong; Accidents
Title: Accidents
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Kangin/Shindong (non-romantic)
Word Count: 582
Rating: PG (language)
Summary: Shindong + Kangin = crack. Add a car, a random woman, and some fail. Stir. Enjoy.
Genre: crack, humor
A/N: True story. I swear. Ask schm0use.
“Urrrgh.” Kangin said.
“Uhhhhmgurgle.” retorted Shindong.
The pair walked away from the restaurant slowly - well, it was more of a waddle, really, as they were so full - and into the dark street. Shindong pressed a hand to the front of his stomach and let out another eloquent gurgle while suppressing a hiccup. Kangin closed his eyes, hanging his head back and sighing contentedly.
“That. Was. Delicious.” noted Kangin.
“Mhm,” nodded Shindong. “Remind me to eat out more often. When Hankyung isn’t here, it’s almost a necessity.”
“And with Eeteuk so enthusiastic, it absolutely is a necessity.”
Shindong closed his eyes sleepily and let out a comfortable laugh of agreement, sauntering up to the driver’s side door of his car. He opened his eyes, reaching for the handle, and froze.
There was a woman. In. His fucking car.
And she was staring at him in what seemed to be a What-The-Hell-Do-You-Think-You’re-Doing-Oh-God-Please-Don’t-Mug-Me sort of way. Because even though Shindong doesn’t really know what that looks like, that is what he thought it would.
Which just makes the whole ‘Strange Woman In My Car” circumstance weirder. Because one does not normally mug the person carjacking them.
All of this registered with Shindong fairly quickly, regardless of the sleepy stupor such a large, excellent meal had put him in. Kangin, however, did not seem to notice the whole woman being in Shindong’s car aspect. There was a click as the door handle was pulled and Kangin made to move into the passenger side seat.
“Shindong, maybe next time we could try that-“ Kangin’s voice cut off.
Kangin stared at the woman.
The woman stared at Kangin.
Shindong stared at the woman.
The woman attempted a complicated double-take-head-maneuver to try and stare at Shindong.
There was silence.
“This. Is...notmycar.”
“SHIT.” said Kangin.
Silence again. Then:
“I. AM SO. SORRY.” Shindong screamed at the lady through the closed driver’s window, gesturing his hands wildly in the air. He stumbled back from the door and away from the car.
Kangin immediately projected himself from the passenger seat, bowing apologetically and repeatedly, shouting apologies at the rather calm woman who had just become the victim of a reverse-hijacking. Or whatever it was that just happened. Er…was happening.
The woman watched as they frantically shuffled and power-walked their way away from the grey car, waving and bowing and screaming apologies. She stared at them through her windshield and muttered something to her friend on the phone.
And then Shindong ran. He yanked open the door to his OWN car this time, and threw himself inside, Kangin doing the same thing on the opposite side, cackling his head off as he did so.
“We may have just scarred that poor woman for life!” Shindong choked out.
“Actually, I think she was laughing,” said Kangin through snorts.
“Did we just…accidentally hijack…a lady…who was…hijacking…our not-car?” asked Shindong.
“Yes.” said Kangin, in all seriousness.
They looked at each other a split second before bursting into laughter. Shindong could barely see through the tears to make it home.
***
“You did WHAT?” Eeteuk shrieked, waving his arms in the air like he normally did when anything completely idiotic happened.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Kyuhyun pointed out from where he read a book on the living room couch without looking up. He couldn't be bothered with this faggotry.
“You…you…” stammered Eeteuk, closing his eyes as his index finger and thumb pinched the bride of his nose between his eyes.
Kangin shrugged. Shindong grinned. “Accidents happen.”
***
started/finished: 11.16.08
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Kangin/Shindong (non-romantic)
Word Count: 582
Rating: PG (language)
Summary: Shindong + Kangin = crack. Add a car, a random woman, and some fail. Stir. Enjoy.
Genre: crack, humor
A/N: True story. I swear. Ask schm0use.
“Urrrgh.” Kangin said.
“Uhhhhmgurgle.” retorted Shindong.
The pair walked away from the restaurant slowly - well, it was more of a waddle, really, as they were so full - and into the dark street. Shindong pressed a hand to the front of his stomach and let out another eloquent gurgle while suppressing a hiccup. Kangin closed his eyes, hanging his head back and sighing contentedly.
“That. Was. Delicious.” noted Kangin.
“Mhm,” nodded Shindong. “Remind me to eat out more often. When Hankyung isn’t here, it’s almost a necessity.”
“And with Eeteuk so enthusiastic, it absolutely is a necessity.”
Shindong closed his eyes sleepily and let out a comfortable laugh of agreement, sauntering up to the driver’s side door of his car. He opened his eyes, reaching for the handle, and froze.
There was a woman. In. His fucking car.
And she was staring at him in what seemed to be a What-The-Hell-Do-You-Think-You’re-Doing-Oh-God-Please-Don’t-Mug-Me sort of way. Because even though Shindong doesn’t really know what that looks like, that is what he thought it would.
Which just makes the whole ‘Strange Woman In My Car” circumstance weirder. Because one does not normally mug the person carjacking them.
All of this registered with Shindong fairly quickly, regardless of the sleepy stupor such a large, excellent meal had put him in. Kangin, however, did not seem to notice the whole woman being in Shindong’s car aspect. There was a click as the door handle was pulled and Kangin made to move into the passenger side seat.
“Shindong, maybe next time we could try that-“ Kangin’s voice cut off.
Kangin stared at the woman.
The woman stared at Kangin.
Shindong stared at the woman.
The woman attempted a complicated double-take-head-maneuver to try and stare at Shindong.
There was silence.
“This. Is...notmycar.”
“SHIT.” said Kangin.
Silence again. Then:
“I. AM SO. SORRY.” Shindong screamed at the lady through the closed driver’s window, gesturing his hands wildly in the air. He stumbled back from the door and away from the car.
Kangin immediately projected himself from the passenger seat, bowing apologetically and repeatedly, shouting apologies at the rather calm woman who had just become the victim of a reverse-hijacking. Or whatever it was that just happened. Er…was happening.
The woman watched as they frantically shuffled and power-walked their way away from the grey car, waving and bowing and screaming apologies. She stared at them through her windshield and muttered something to her friend on the phone.
And then Shindong ran. He yanked open the door to his OWN car this time, and threw himself inside, Kangin doing the same thing on the opposite side, cackling his head off as he did so.
“We may have just scarred that poor woman for life!” Shindong choked out.
“Actually, I think she was laughing,” said Kangin through snorts.
“Did we just…accidentally hijack…a lady…who was…hijacking…our not-car?” asked Shindong.
“Yes.” said Kangin, in all seriousness.
They looked at each other a split second before bursting into laughter. Shindong could barely see through the tears to make it home.
***
“You did WHAT?” Eeteuk shrieked, waving his arms in the air like he normally did when anything completely idiotic happened.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Kyuhyun pointed out from where he read a book on the living room couch without looking up. He couldn't be bothered with this faggotry.
“You…you…” stammered Eeteuk, closing his eyes as his index finger and thumb pinched the bride of his nose between his eyes.
Kangin shrugged. Shindong grinned. “Accidents happen.”
***
started/finished: 11.16.08