Fixture Chapter Two
Title- Fixture, Chapter Two
Disclaimer- DON'T own them. if i did, the world would have more 'geng love. hell yeah.
Pairings- In this chapter: none, but so far, Eunhae
Warning- shitty plot AND writing
Rating- PG-13
Chapter Two
“Did Kibum come home yet?”
Said college student popped his disheveled bedhead out from under the pillow on the couch.
“Could you shut up? I have a final tomorrow, and if I fail, it will be your entire fault.”
Donghae inquired, “Then shouldn’t you be studying, not catching up on your beauty sleep?”
Hangeng shushed the overzealous boy and told him “Shh. As weird as this is, this is how he studies. I mean, he is an actor.”
Donghae seemed to ponder over the thought for a second or two, before going back to bickering with the half-asleep/totally not listening actor to be.
The eldest seemed to be contemplating on whether to kill both of them, or tell the alien believer (I swear, says the boy, I saw a UFO one time. I saw it with my own two eyes, he says, holding two fingers up.) that he was free to go to his lover again; just to make the noise level go down.
In the midst of the squabbling, a lanky figure stepped into the room. Realizing the situation that he was about to be tangled in, he quickly moved backwards, trying to never have been there in the first place.
Too late.
“Kyunnie!!! I missed you! How was your day? Did you meet anyone cool? Were your patients okay?” An eager lapdog bounded over to where he had fallen-through shock, how Hankyung hyung got used to this, he’ll never know-and started to complain to him about his recent misunderstanding with his fellow teammate (not that he was really listening).
Kibum, from where he was lying-now fully awake form the goldfish’s yelling- commented, “Ah, the snarky doctor is home. Did you get sued today?”
Kibum’s got a point there. If Kyunhyun wasn’t such a renowned M.D, he wouldn’t have been just sued, there would have been homicidal attempts-not that they would work anyway, definitely not with this underground job.
Donghae snaked his dancer-like arms around Kyunhyun’s scrawny waist, most likely from overworking or lack of nutrition (I have to remember to feed him later, reflected a worried Hangeng), and protectively retorted, “He would never do that, BumBum! He’s a good boy! He follows the rules and saves innocent peoples’ lives!” He was about to continue and rant about how his dongsaeng was such a superior influence on today’s society when said subject clamped his impatient hand over said speaker’s mouth.
“Hyung, why did I have to come home early today?”
Taking the advantage to explain to three members (Two of which were hearing the report for the first time, and one who was too dumb to comprehend was the so called mission was, he explained, “To put it simply, Heechul wants us to go on an important assignment. Apparently, it’s supposed to start tomorrow at The Hyperion. It’s a formal thing, but if the team lives up to its precedent standards, we won’t be finished by the time dawn breaks. Pack extra clothes. And eat. A lot.” He glared the questionnaire down with a look that said, especially you, my dear magnae.
“Is that all? You could have told me this on the phone.”
What surprised Kyunhyun the most was the tone of his hyung’s voice in his next phrase. It was like the tone of a confident lion (the ones on that wildlife show that Donghae and Heechul got together and watched nonstop)-one who controlled the whole savannah- but worried that a new lion might come and take it from him. His pitch was a far cry from the usual soft and calm accent he held; cutting deep, like those daggers he uses so frequently in his restaurant.
“Didn’t you hear me? I said it was important.”
As Kyuhyun was recomposing himself from the shock of the voice, the phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
“Pick the fucking phone up.” Hankyung said, the cold iciness still hidden in the calm tone.
Donghae, ever willing to oblige to his cranky hyung, rushed to the phone, almost falling face-flat over Kibum, who was sprawled out on the hardwood, and pushed the speakerphone button.
A stream of incoherent nothings came out of the device (not to mention the incoherant nothings going INTO the phone).
“HYUNG!”
“WHERE THE SHIT ARE YOU? BECAUSE OF YOU, HANNIE WAS YELLING AT US!” Donghae interjected.
“I don’t think that’s important right now,” a peeking Junsu added in, sounding remorseful and uncharacteristic.
Donghae resumed yelling until a meek and unwilling Yunho whispered something that could barely be heard, his voice on the verge of breaking, but the message had gotten across.
All noised ceased to exist instantaneously.
“Y-Yunho, wh-what did you say?” Hankyung’s voice was also trembling uncontrollably.
His voice had gained more confidence to be heard, and to protect his friends, despite the horrible quivering, and buckling knees.
“Ryeowook’s in the critical ward. He collapsed after Kyuhyun’s shift. They say he isn’t going to make it.”
AN: OMG. i just -near death- killed off ryeowook. i'm gonna die! *frowns* oh, and he hasn't died just yet (he needs to meet a certain SOMEONE, before meeting his fate) ohohohohohohoho.
Disclaimer- DON'T own them. if i did, the world would have more 'geng love. hell yeah.
Pairings- In this chapter: none, but so far, Eunhae
Warning- shitty plot AND writing
Rating- PG-13
Chapter Two
“Did Kibum come home yet?”
Said college student popped his disheveled bedhead out from under the pillow on the couch.
“Could you shut up? I have a final tomorrow, and if I fail, it will be your entire fault.”
Donghae inquired, “Then shouldn’t you be studying, not catching up on your beauty sleep?”
Hangeng shushed the overzealous boy and told him “Shh. As weird as this is, this is how he studies. I mean, he is an actor.”
Donghae seemed to ponder over the thought for a second or two, before going back to bickering with the half-asleep/totally not listening actor to be.
The eldest seemed to be contemplating on whether to kill both of them, or tell the alien believer (I swear, says the boy, I saw a UFO one time. I saw it with my own two eyes, he says, holding two fingers up.) that he was free to go to his lover again; just to make the noise level go down.
In the midst of the squabbling, a lanky figure stepped into the room. Realizing the situation that he was about to be tangled in, he quickly moved backwards, trying to never have been there in the first place.
Too late.
“Kyunnie!!! I missed you! How was your day? Did you meet anyone cool? Were your patients okay?” An eager lapdog bounded over to where he had fallen-through shock, how Hankyung hyung got used to this, he’ll never know-and started to complain to him about his recent misunderstanding with his fellow teammate (not that he was really listening).
Kibum, from where he was lying-now fully awake form the goldfish’s yelling- commented, “Ah, the snarky doctor is home. Did you get sued today?”
Kibum’s got a point there. If Kyunhyun wasn’t such a renowned M.D, he wouldn’t have been just sued, there would have been homicidal attempts-not that they would work anyway, definitely not with this underground job.
Donghae snaked his dancer-like arms around Kyunhyun’s scrawny waist, most likely from overworking or lack of nutrition (I have to remember to feed him later, reflected a worried Hangeng), and protectively retorted, “He would never do that, BumBum! He’s a good boy! He follows the rules and saves innocent peoples’ lives!” He was about to continue and rant about how his dongsaeng was such a superior influence on today’s society when said subject clamped his impatient hand over said speaker’s mouth.
“Hyung, why did I have to come home early today?”
Taking the advantage to explain to three members (Two of which were hearing the report for the first time, and one who was too dumb to comprehend was the so called mission was, he explained, “To put it simply, Heechul wants us to go on an important assignment. Apparently, it’s supposed to start tomorrow at The Hyperion. It’s a formal thing, but if the team lives up to its precedent standards, we won’t be finished by the time dawn breaks. Pack extra clothes. And eat. A lot.” He glared the questionnaire down with a look that said, especially you, my dear magnae.
“Is that all? You could have told me this on the phone.”
What surprised Kyunhyun the most was the tone of his hyung’s voice in his next phrase. It was like the tone of a confident lion (the ones on that wildlife show that Donghae and Heechul got together and watched nonstop)-one who controlled the whole savannah- but worried that a new lion might come and take it from him. His pitch was a far cry from the usual soft and calm accent he held; cutting deep, like those daggers he uses so frequently in his restaurant.
“Didn’t you hear me? I said it was important.”
As Kyuhyun was recomposing himself from the shock of the voice, the phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
“Pick the fucking phone up.” Hankyung said, the cold iciness still hidden in the calm tone.
Donghae, ever willing to oblige to his cranky hyung, rushed to the phone, almost falling face-flat over Kibum, who was sprawled out on the hardwood, and pushed the speakerphone button.
A stream of incoherent nothings came out of the device (not to mention the incoherant nothings going INTO the phone).
“HYUNG!”
“WHERE THE SHIT ARE YOU? BECAUSE OF YOU, HANNIE WAS YELLING AT US!” Donghae interjected.
“I don’t think that’s important right now,” a peeking Junsu added in, sounding remorseful and uncharacteristic.
Donghae resumed yelling until a meek and unwilling Yunho whispered something that could barely be heard, his voice on the verge of breaking, but the message had gotten across.
All noised ceased to exist instantaneously.
“Y-Yunho, wh-what did you say?” Hankyung’s voice was also trembling uncontrollably.
His voice had gained more confidence to be heard, and to protect his friends, despite the horrible quivering, and buckling knees.
“Ryeowook’s in the critical ward. He collapsed after Kyuhyun’s shift. They say he isn’t going to make it.”
AN: OMG. i just -near death- killed off ryeowook. i'm gonna die! *frowns* oh, and he hasn't died just yet (he needs to meet a certain SOMEONE, before meeting his fate) ohohohohohohoho.