You Belong With Me - Chapter Three
You Belong With Me
Chapter Three
"Hey, Kyu, you want to come over," Sungmin asked me when we had reached his house.
‘Oh sure because I can’t wait to watch you and Heechul swap spit,’ I thought. Instead I told him that I had homework to do and excused myself.
I shouted a greeting to my family and headed directly up stairs. I wasn't hungry and I had done most of my homework at school. My bedroom was also not a place I wanted to be. Even with the curtains closed I would know they were in Sungmin's room doing something. I have no idea what angered me more. The fact that Heechul could make out with my best friend or the fact that I didn't really have any right to be angry with them about it.
My room would only lead to brooding, so I grabbed my laptop and headed into my little sister's room. Her crib was empty so mom very likely had her down stairs with them. I settled into the rocking chair with and opened my laptop. Nothing like a little StarCraft to make a girl feel better about her life.
Two hours later I felt much better and was hardly bothered by my mother opening the door.
"Kyuhyun? What are you doing in here? Is everything ok sweetie?" she asked with her arms full of my little sister.
"I'm fine. Just wanted some quiet."
She nodded and laid my sister in her crib. "If you stay in here please be quiet. I just got her to sleep. There is some dinner in the fridge if you get hungry."
I smiled at her, thankful that she had thought of me. "Thanks. I'll go grab that and get to work on my homework." I gathered my computer and slipped out of the room.
The refrigerator held a plate of pasta that I popped into the microwave for forty seconds to heat. When it was done, I grabbed it and slipped up to my room to eat. My homework was nearly done, thanks to the time spent at practice. What little I had left, I finished while I ate.
Once that was done, I shifted to my bed and picked up the novel that I was reading. I managed to only glare at the curtains hanging over the window once before going back to the text before me.
It was well after midnight when I decided to close my book and head to bed. I did have school bright and early the next morning, so some form of sleep was highly advisable. Quickly I changed into my flannel pajama pants and a tank top that were, ironically enough, both pink. My blankets were warm and cozy when I slipped under them and I sighed in contentment. I let my eyes flutter closed knowing that I would be asleep almost immediacy after I did so.
I was nearly there when my phone rang. I cracked open an eye and grabbed the offending little device and looked at the screen. ‘Sungmin’ it read. Of course it had to be someone I couldn’t ignore. I flipped open the phone. “Hello,” I said groggily.
“Kyu,” came his voice, soft and sad.
I was suddenly wide awake. “Sungmin, what’s wrong?”
“Can we talk in our usual spot?”
“Sure, I’ll be right there.”
He made a noise of agreement and I hung up the phone. I rolled out of my bed and shuffled to my closet where I retrieved a sweater and pulled it on. Then I opened my curtains and my window and crawled out of it. There was a large branch just outside that I could climb on and begin the familiar path down the tree. It might not have been one of my brighter moves to crawl out my window at almost one in the morning in my pajamas and bare feet. In my defense, my mind was occupied with worry about what could have happened to Sungmin and that obscured all other thought.
My feet hit the dew wet grass and I crossed from what we had termed the ‘between zone’ into Sungmin’s back yard. When we had been kids we had decided that the area between the two of our house was a neutral place for all battles. When our parents had said they wanted to fence in our backyards we had all thrown a fit until they had finally relented and left things alone. That decision had more to do with the fact that they knew we would only climb it and possibly hurt ourselves, then anything we said.
So instead my parents had spent the money on an in ground pool and Sungmin’s family had built a tree house. From that time on, my house was the location of all aquatic adventures and theirs became the place for every aerial excursion.
Quickly I ran across the wet grass to the tree house and climbed up the ladder. Inside we had accumulated several old blankets and pillows that always remained there. The walls were lined with magazine clippings and old drawings that the three of us, and sometimes Leeteuk, had seen fit to hang in our special place. I wasn’t surprised to see Sungmin sitting on a blanket just inside the opening and looking as though someone or something had died.
“Sungmin,” I said softly. His eyes focused on me and he immediately crawled forward a few inches and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his head into my stomach and let out a shaky breath. I automatically lifted my fingers and ran them through his hair trying to sooth him.
As strange as it looked, with him on his knees with his head pressed into my stomach and me petting his hair, the position was fairly routine. We had devised it as an alternative to him burying his face in my chest, in the fifth grade when my breasts started to appear. Eunhyuk thought the whole ordeal was completely hilarious, as she saw no reason why her brother couldn’t bury his head in my chest like he did hers. Sungmin had explained that her “boobs don’t count cause they belong to this family.” We had all laughed and vowed never to talk about the subject again.
“What’s wrong?” I asked softly.
“She broke up with me,” Sungmin mumbled. I felt a bit of dampness soaking into my shirt which meant he was likely crying.
His tears were the only thing keeping me from grabbing his collar and shaking him. How could he be upset that she broke up with him? Didn’t he see what kind of snake she was? “What is this, like the fifth time?” It was the best I could manage at the moment.
“She is serious this time.”
“Sungmin, she was serious last time,” I sighed.
“I know but-“
“Never mind,” I told him. I knew he was simply going to tell me that she had said such and such and really meant it. I didn’t want to hear it. Again.
He obediently fell silent and I stood there trying to comfort him until my legs started to buckle from not moving. At that point he pulled away, glanced at my now damp shirt and gave me an apologetic look. I sighed in relief and flopped down on the blanket on my back.
Sungmin stared at me with hesitation written on his face until I beckoned him over. The damp shirt was worth the relief in his eyes as he lay down beside me and settled his head back on my stomach. My hand returned to his hair.
It took several minutes before his tears stopped and several more before he broke the silence. “You’re wearing pink,” he commented, slightly bemused. “It makes you look like a girl.” I could just imagine the slight smirk on his face and I snorted.
If I remembered right I wasn’t the only one wearing pink. I lifted my head to be sure and confirmed that he was indeed wearing pink pajama pants. “You’re wearing pink. It makes you look like a girl,” I retorted. Sungmin laughed lightly.
“Thanks Kyu,” he said softly after another minute. I made a noise and closed my eyes. It wasn’t fair that I was stuck here with the man I loved who was now single and laying on my stomach. This entire situation was all Heechul’s fault. I hated her.
-o-o-o-o-o-
School the next day was relatively normal. Sungmin stuck close to me and give Heechul forlorn glances all day long. By the time the end of the day was rolling around he had mumbled at least six times that he wished he had football practice to attend so he wouldn’t have to do drama. Too bad for him it was the off season.
Sungmin came to the auditorium just long enough for the director to give him his assignment, before he slipped into the hall to work on props. I settled at my station and spent the afternoon alternating between glaring at Heechul, who was practicing on stage, and doing my homework.
Halfway through the practice a fifteen minute break was declared. Eunhyuk gestured me forward and I closed my book and moved down towards the stage.
“How did we look?” Eunhyuk asked in a hushed voice glancing over at Donghae who was chatting with Kibum.
“Really good,” I replied. “You two should do the part. Forget Heechul.” Even if I didn’t hate Heechul I would say the same thing. Eunhyuk and Donghae did look very good together and they were both incredibly talented. They deserved to have the spotlight not just vanish to the back.
Eunhyuk blushed. “I can’t. I’m not a good actress. Heechul is.” I glared at the mentioned female as if my look would make her disappear.
Suddenly Leeteuk’s distinctive voice rang out through the auditorium. “Kangin! I swear if you don’t knock it off I will castrate you!”
Eunhyuk’s eyes widened. “I have to go.” I waved her off, knowing that she may be one of the few people who could actually keep Leeteuk from finding the nearest sharp object and carrying out her promise. Eunhyuk nearly bolted off stage.
“So have you confessed your undying love and jumped Sungmin yet?” a voice said from behind me. I knew that tone anywhere. Heechul.
I spun and glared at her, “Excuse me?”
“Oh come on,” she said flippantly. “Even Hankyung knows that you are head over heels for Sungmin and he hardly speaks our language. Have you told him yet?” I could do nothing but stare at her in disbelief. Since when did everyone know how I felt?
She threw up her hands dramatically. “I set up the perfect scenario for you. Sungmin had to have come to you for comfort. You were supposed to confess your undying love. After all of my hard work you don’t even-“
I didn’t even let her finish her sentence. My mind had flashed from disbelief to anger in a second. I couldn’t listen to another word. I curled my fingers into a fist and swung.
Chapter Four
AN: So just to clear something up. This takes place in an American school so everyone is speaking English. Hankyung is a Chinese foreign exchange student. Yesung is a Korean American student and is fluent in both languages. Ryeowook is a foreign exchange student from Korea.
-sigh- I decided to post this because I'm so tired of reading drama in the k-pop world today and it's gloomy and dreary here and it makes me sad. But posting things for everyone makes me happy! So I posted... ok me=lame... ah well.
Chapter Three
"Hey, Kyu, you want to come over," Sungmin asked me when we had reached his house.
‘Oh sure because I can’t wait to watch you and Heechul swap spit,’ I thought. Instead I told him that I had homework to do and excused myself.
I shouted a greeting to my family and headed directly up stairs. I wasn't hungry and I had done most of my homework at school. My bedroom was also not a place I wanted to be. Even with the curtains closed I would know they were in Sungmin's room doing something. I have no idea what angered me more. The fact that Heechul could make out with my best friend or the fact that I didn't really have any right to be angry with them about it.
My room would only lead to brooding, so I grabbed my laptop and headed into my little sister's room. Her crib was empty so mom very likely had her down stairs with them. I settled into the rocking chair with and opened my laptop. Nothing like a little StarCraft to make a girl feel better about her life.
Two hours later I felt much better and was hardly bothered by my mother opening the door.
"Kyuhyun? What are you doing in here? Is everything ok sweetie?" she asked with her arms full of my little sister.
"I'm fine. Just wanted some quiet."
She nodded and laid my sister in her crib. "If you stay in here please be quiet. I just got her to sleep. There is some dinner in the fridge if you get hungry."
I smiled at her, thankful that she had thought of me. "Thanks. I'll go grab that and get to work on my homework." I gathered my computer and slipped out of the room.
The refrigerator held a plate of pasta that I popped into the microwave for forty seconds to heat. When it was done, I grabbed it and slipped up to my room to eat. My homework was nearly done, thanks to the time spent at practice. What little I had left, I finished while I ate.
Once that was done, I shifted to my bed and picked up the novel that I was reading. I managed to only glare at the curtains hanging over the window once before going back to the text before me.
It was well after midnight when I decided to close my book and head to bed. I did have school bright and early the next morning, so some form of sleep was highly advisable. Quickly I changed into my flannel pajama pants and a tank top that were, ironically enough, both pink. My blankets were warm and cozy when I slipped under them and I sighed in contentment. I let my eyes flutter closed knowing that I would be asleep almost immediacy after I did so.
I was nearly there when my phone rang. I cracked open an eye and grabbed the offending little device and looked at the screen. ‘Sungmin’ it read. Of course it had to be someone I couldn’t ignore. I flipped open the phone. “Hello,” I said groggily.
“Kyu,” came his voice, soft and sad.
I was suddenly wide awake. “Sungmin, what’s wrong?”
“Can we talk in our usual spot?”
“Sure, I’ll be right there.”
He made a noise of agreement and I hung up the phone. I rolled out of my bed and shuffled to my closet where I retrieved a sweater and pulled it on. Then I opened my curtains and my window and crawled out of it. There was a large branch just outside that I could climb on and begin the familiar path down the tree. It might not have been one of my brighter moves to crawl out my window at almost one in the morning in my pajamas and bare feet. In my defense, my mind was occupied with worry about what could have happened to Sungmin and that obscured all other thought.
My feet hit the dew wet grass and I crossed from what we had termed the ‘between zone’ into Sungmin’s back yard. When we had been kids we had decided that the area between the two of our house was a neutral place for all battles. When our parents had said they wanted to fence in our backyards we had all thrown a fit until they had finally relented and left things alone. That decision had more to do with the fact that they knew we would only climb it and possibly hurt ourselves, then anything we said.
So instead my parents had spent the money on an in ground pool and Sungmin’s family had built a tree house. From that time on, my house was the location of all aquatic adventures and theirs became the place for every aerial excursion.
Quickly I ran across the wet grass to the tree house and climbed up the ladder. Inside we had accumulated several old blankets and pillows that always remained there. The walls were lined with magazine clippings and old drawings that the three of us, and sometimes Leeteuk, had seen fit to hang in our special place. I wasn’t surprised to see Sungmin sitting on a blanket just inside the opening and looking as though someone or something had died.
“Sungmin,” I said softly. His eyes focused on me and he immediately crawled forward a few inches and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his head into my stomach and let out a shaky breath. I automatically lifted my fingers and ran them through his hair trying to sooth him.
As strange as it looked, with him on his knees with his head pressed into my stomach and me petting his hair, the position was fairly routine. We had devised it as an alternative to him burying his face in my chest, in the fifth grade when my breasts started to appear. Eunhyuk thought the whole ordeal was completely hilarious, as she saw no reason why her brother couldn’t bury his head in my chest like he did hers. Sungmin had explained that her “boobs don’t count cause they belong to this family.” We had all laughed and vowed never to talk about the subject again.
“What’s wrong?” I asked softly.
“She broke up with me,” Sungmin mumbled. I felt a bit of dampness soaking into my shirt which meant he was likely crying.
His tears were the only thing keeping me from grabbing his collar and shaking him. How could he be upset that she broke up with him? Didn’t he see what kind of snake she was? “What is this, like the fifth time?” It was the best I could manage at the moment.
“She is serious this time.”
“Sungmin, she was serious last time,” I sighed.
“I know but-“
“Never mind,” I told him. I knew he was simply going to tell me that she had said such and such and really meant it. I didn’t want to hear it. Again.
He obediently fell silent and I stood there trying to comfort him until my legs started to buckle from not moving. At that point he pulled away, glanced at my now damp shirt and gave me an apologetic look. I sighed in relief and flopped down on the blanket on my back.
Sungmin stared at me with hesitation written on his face until I beckoned him over. The damp shirt was worth the relief in his eyes as he lay down beside me and settled his head back on my stomach. My hand returned to his hair.
It took several minutes before his tears stopped and several more before he broke the silence. “You’re wearing pink,” he commented, slightly bemused. “It makes you look like a girl.” I could just imagine the slight smirk on his face and I snorted.
If I remembered right I wasn’t the only one wearing pink. I lifted my head to be sure and confirmed that he was indeed wearing pink pajama pants. “You’re wearing pink. It makes you look like a girl,” I retorted. Sungmin laughed lightly.
“Thanks Kyu,” he said softly after another minute. I made a noise and closed my eyes. It wasn’t fair that I was stuck here with the man I loved who was now single and laying on my stomach. This entire situation was all Heechul’s fault. I hated her.
-o-o-o-o-o-
School the next day was relatively normal. Sungmin stuck close to me and give Heechul forlorn glances all day long. By the time the end of the day was rolling around he had mumbled at least six times that he wished he had football practice to attend so he wouldn’t have to do drama. Too bad for him it was the off season.
Sungmin came to the auditorium just long enough for the director to give him his assignment, before he slipped into the hall to work on props. I settled at my station and spent the afternoon alternating between glaring at Heechul, who was practicing on stage, and doing my homework.
Halfway through the practice a fifteen minute break was declared. Eunhyuk gestured me forward and I closed my book and moved down towards the stage.
“How did we look?” Eunhyuk asked in a hushed voice glancing over at Donghae who was chatting with Kibum.
“Really good,” I replied. “You two should do the part. Forget Heechul.” Even if I didn’t hate Heechul I would say the same thing. Eunhyuk and Donghae did look very good together and they were both incredibly talented. They deserved to have the spotlight not just vanish to the back.
Eunhyuk blushed. “I can’t. I’m not a good actress. Heechul is.” I glared at the mentioned female as if my look would make her disappear.
Suddenly Leeteuk’s distinctive voice rang out through the auditorium. “Kangin! I swear if you don’t knock it off I will castrate you!”
Eunhyuk’s eyes widened. “I have to go.” I waved her off, knowing that she may be one of the few people who could actually keep Leeteuk from finding the nearest sharp object and carrying out her promise. Eunhyuk nearly bolted off stage.
“So have you confessed your undying love and jumped Sungmin yet?” a voice said from behind me. I knew that tone anywhere. Heechul.
I spun and glared at her, “Excuse me?”
“Oh come on,” she said flippantly. “Even Hankyung knows that you are head over heels for Sungmin and he hardly speaks our language. Have you told him yet?” I could do nothing but stare at her in disbelief. Since when did everyone know how I felt?
She threw up her hands dramatically. “I set up the perfect scenario for you. Sungmin had to have come to you for comfort. You were supposed to confess your undying love. After all of my hard work you don’t even-“
I didn’t even let her finish her sentence. My mind had flashed from disbelief to anger in a second. I couldn’t listen to another word. I curled my fingers into a fist and swung.
Chapter Four
AN: So just to clear something up. This takes place in an American school so everyone is speaking English. Hankyung is a Chinese foreign exchange student. Yesung is a Korean American student and is fluent in both languages. Ryeowook is a foreign exchange student from Korea.
-sigh- I decided to post this because I'm so tired of reading drama in the k-pop world today and it's gloomy and dreary here and it makes me sad. But posting things for everyone makes me happy! So I posted... ok me=lame... ah well.