No Show Fee: 1o. Airfare [JaeMin, JaeHae, YehHae; DBSJ]
title: No Show Fee : 1o. Airfare
author: yumeyana
fandom: dong bang shin ki / super junior
pairs: JaeMin, JaeHae, YehHae (YooSu, KangTeuk, etc.)
rating/genre: PG-13 - NC-17 / drama, angst, humor, romance
summary: They say love waits. But the question always is, until when? Donghae makes Yehsung smile using his own brand of cuteness, relieving Heechul from stress. And while ChangMin flies back to Korea, only to be informed that JaeJoong is in Japan.
[crossposted at hug______, miracle______, _starcandy.]
Author’s Notes: This was edited for more times than I could remember, mainly because I felt I was missing something. Anyway, I’m keeping Kibum in the story for a while before giving him a chance to breathe. Kyuhyun will have his chance to shine soon. :D
Chapter Notes: Blockquoted and italicized parts are flashbacks.
Dedication: For jaemint-Advance Happy Birthday, my dearest ninja reader! xD
Disclaimers: None of the Dong Bang Shin Ki and Super Junior boys are mine, only the plot is.
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No Show Fee : Air Traffic
ChangMin looked outside his window, thankful that Kibum had bought business class tickets and that said best friend gave him the window seat. “We’re going back, ChangMin.” He sighed inwardly; when Kibum told him that they were going back, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to feel. He was, in a matter of speaking, a little afraid of going back; there was no point of going after a boat that has sailed, hasn’t it? But Kibum hit his head-hard, may it be noted, please-and didn’t ChangMin read at all?
“Read what?”
“Fairytales, you idiot! Or pocket books!” Kibum shook his head, punching his arm this time. “Really, Min. You can be an idiot sometimes.” He punched back, earning a glare from the latter. “What-” “Well, sorry for not being the kind of person who’d read those things.” He rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Kibummie,” he said, shifting to Korean so that the driver would not understand a word he was going to say. “Only a fool would go after a boat that’s already miles away from the docking area.”
Kibum looked away, too fast that for a moment, ChangMin thought, there was something Kibum knew that he didn’t, something he was supposed to know but never got to. And he thought, he might never get to know.
“Sometimes, it’s better to be the fool, ChangMin-ah. Better to be a fool than to regret everything later.”
So now, he thought, he was going to play the fool who would go after the boat that has finally sailed. He almost laughed, the irony of it all dawning upon him. He was stupid because he let it come to this, let JaeJoong say goodbye to him because apparently, Mr. Bear was not enough. Now, he was being a bigger fool, running after something that’s already miles away from him.
Really now, he thought; there were types of stupidity and he qualified for both?
*
It has been, in Donghae’s opinion, the best days of his entire life. He was smiling all the time, laughing for the other half of the day. The sun, he thought, has never shone brighter and that was all because of JaeJoong.
Never had he imagined it to be like this, really. He had never thought that JaeJoong was the romantic type, the one who’d kiss you goodnight and wait until you’re inside the room before he’d leave for his own room. JaeJoong made everything, made everyday, a cliché of all sorts but he didn’t care. Right now, he couldn’t care less about anything.
The stylists fixed his hair and his clothes, making sure he was perfect for the next scene. He smiled as Yehsung walked towards him, blinked when said hyung looked away and just passed him by. Ever since that day a week ago, Yehsung had been avoiding him. It had been irking Heechul, the way their chemistry on cam seemed to be off. Saitoh put himself in the middle, cutting off any fight that could’ve aroused. He asked for a break and led Yehsung away, hand on the latter’s shoulder.
They seemed to be getting along well, Donghae thought and he couldn’t help but be a little jealous. For a time, he was Yehsung’s baby and sometimes, it was the other way around. But, he reasoned out, he guessed that they couldn’t stay that way anymore now that he had JaeJoong. Yet, he thought-“Jongwoon hyung,” he called out and Yehsung stopped in his tracks-he couldn’t let their relationship change just like that.
No, Donghae thought as he rushed towards Yehsung, glomping him from behind. “Donghae, you brat. You’re heavy!” Yehsung exclaimed, trying to pry Donghae off him; a futile attempt, if anyone asked him. Donghae grinned, snuggling. The stylists groaned, scolding them lightly; it would take another hour to fix them and Heechul would probably have a fit but Donghae didn’t really care. He wanted to settle this thing with Yehsung once and for all. “Hyung’s probably jealous of JaeJoong hyung, ne?”
Yehsung visibly stiffened, stopping all attempts of getting Donghae off him. He didn’t know if he should answer honestly or if he should lie or if he should answer at all, period. He looked away, deciding not to say anything. He felt Donghae smile, those lips too close for comfort. “Hyung,” Donghae called out. “Look at me, please.” He looked at his dongsaeng; their faces were too close and Yehsung was tempted to kiss Donghae right then and there.
But he didn’t. And Yehsung never hated himself more than that moment.
“I’m sorry I haven’t paid much attention to hyung lately,” came Donghae’s soft voice. “But hyung,” he paused; he wanted to say he was jealous of Saitoh and would Yehsung please tell Saitoh to stop being so friendly with him? But it wasn’t his place, wasn’t his call. He shook it off, continuing from where he left off.
“Hyung, don’t forget that I’m still your Donghae.”
There was another pause and Yehsung wanted to ask a million questions starting with what your Donghae meant. But Donghae placed a soft on his lips, quick and too fast for everything to register in Yehsung’s mind. “And you’ll always be my Jongwoon hyung, ok?”
Too fast, Yehsung thought even though he found himself agreeing to something he didn’t understand. Too fast and he barely registered the fact that Saitoh was laughing in one corner of the set with Heechul raising an eyebrow at them. This was too fast, he thought. Too fast.
And Donghae was supposed to be a fish, not a cheetah.
*
JaeJoong watched as Donghae fooled around with Yehsung, grinning when his boyfriend won their little game. Boyfriend, he thought and it brought a small smile on his lips whenever he thought about it. Donghae was his boyfriend. He chuckled. He sounded like a teenager who fell in love for the first time. And perhaps, he thought, he was.
Heechul was using his megaphone again, shouting last minute instructions. They were supposed to film the scene where Yehsung’s character, Junyoung, would ask where Junhae (JaeJoong) was getting all the money. It was a brother-to-brother scene, something easy, JaeJoong thought, compared to the ones they’ve been filming lately.
Yehsung was smiling when he approached JaeJoong, something his hyung hadn’t been doing for some time. Donghae’s glomping was doing wonders for Yehsung’s and Heechul’s mood, JaeJoong thought, getting in character as Heechul called out, “Lights, camera-”
“Take care of him, Jae,” Yehsung whispered, softly that JaeJoong almost didn’t catch it.
JaeJoong looked at him, eyes meeting. There was something Yehsung wanted to say, something more than take care of him but Yehsung wasn’t about to say it. Heechul was calling the clapper; JaeJoong wanted to press the issue but there wasn’t time right now. “In three, two-” The clapper positioned himself; Yehsung looked away, just as the script had told him to do.
But he whispered again, “Take care of him.”
“-one, ACTION!”
*
“Hyung?”
“Hm?”
“How do you know when you’ve fallen in love with someone?”
It was raining, the kind of rain that made you think about things about things you didn’t think about on a regular basis. ChangMin was hanging out in JaeJoong’s and YooChun’s room as the latter had locked himself with JunSu in the room the two youngest shared with YunHo. Sometimes, ChangMin thought, he wondered why they never thought of just putting JunSu and YooChun in one room so the others won’t have to think of other places to be when they stayed behind closed doors. JaeJoong was writing something down, humming a few notes every so often, when ChangMin decided to seek refuge there. The older one had just nodded when he asked if he could stay, grinning when the younger one decided to stay on the same bed with him.
JaeJoong looked up from his notebook, glasses a little askew. “Why that question, Min?”
ChangMin shrugged, pulling the blanket closer to his face; he was blushing a little and he didn’t need JaeJoong to tease him endlessly about it. The older one didn’t seem to notice though; JaeJoong was already biting the end of his mechanical pencil, a habit he never grew out off. It was cute, ChangMin thought as he waited for his hyung’s answer.
“It’s hard to know, Min. I mean, you could already be in love with someone and yet still not know it.” ChangMin looked at him, an eyebrow raised. JaeJoong took his glasses off, put his pencil and notebook away, and snuggled under the covers with ChangMin. “Falling in love is an unconscious thing. Perhaps you can say you’ve fallen for someone when they make your heart beat faster than normal, when they make even the rainiest of days the sunniest you’ve ever had.” ChangMin snorted; JaeJoong ruffled his hair, something that made the younger one feel as if he wasn’t the adult that he already was. Something ChangMin hated; something JaeJoong loved doing just because it made ChangMin the tiniest bit uncomfortable.
“Oh, you can laugh all you want, Shim ChangMin, but it’s true. Ordinarily bad things would seem to be wonderfully beautiful just because you’re with that special someone.” JaeJoong shifted, propping his head on one elbow, looking at him. “It changes your perspective in life, Min. It makes you want to be better than who you are now because you know it will make that someone proud of you. It makes you smile when there’s nothing to smile about. It’s cliché, yes, but true.”
JaeJoong was looking at him softly as if there was something he was supposed to know, something he was missing but couldn’t quite grasp. It was something rare, he thought, since JaeJoong wasn’t that hard to figure out. He wasn’t a master at reading JaeJoong’s thoughts-that would still be YooChun-but there were times where he could. Times when JaeJoong was as transparent as plastic cover.
But now, he wasn’t.
“Have you ever been in that situation, hyung?” he asked, trying to buy himself time to figure out what was going on in the older one’s mind. JaeJoong smiled softly, softer than his eyes were, and brushed the stray strands of hair on his forehead. “Yeah, I’ve been there.” There was a pause. Then a sigh and JaeJoong straightened himself up, getting his pencil and paper. He was writing again and it was some time before he spoke again. ChangMin almost thought he had forgotten all about it.
“Sometimes, Min, we’re always falling. It’s just that we’re afraid to admit that we are.” There was another pause and then JaeJoong looked at him, his eyes unreadable. “Or we’re just afraid that once we do realize it and accept it, no one would catch us because the one we’re falling for is too busy trying to figure out if he’s falling, too.”
“Or too busy looking somewhere else?”
JaeJoong paused again, looking at him for seconds that seemed like minutes before returning to his work. “Yeah. Something like that, Min. Something like that.”
*
It was already about eleven in the evening and YooChun and JunSu had just finished recording for their new single. The day had been long and tiring-three variety show guestings, two radio recordings, and studio recording for their single-but it was all good. They were doing what they wanted and they were doing it together.
YooChun waved as he saw YunHo and Hyukjae walking towards them. He grinned when they saw them walking hand in hand. Beside him JunSu rolled his eyes, hand slipping in his. They were going to play an old game and YooChun would’ve told JunSu that it was late and that he was tired but he was sure it was going to be fun.
“Ah, holding hands, aren’t we?” he said, eyeing YunHo and Hyukjae’s hands, grinning wider when YunHo turned a few shades of red. “Tsk, tsk,” JunSu piped in, resting his jaw on YooChun’s shoulder. “What if the management sees you?”
Hyukjae rolled his eyes. “You’re the one to talk, Mr. PDA. YooSu couple’s all over the papers, Su.” He pulled YunHo closer, earning a glare from the older one. “We’re discreet,” he said, saying the last word in English. YooChun laughed. If that was discreet, he didn’t know how to describe the other couples.
He was about to come out with a rebuttal-JunSu was giving him puppy dog eyes, telling him to defend him from the evil Hyukjae-when his mobile phone rang. YunHo smiled softly upon hearing their debut song; YooChun smiled as well. He could never let go of Dong Bang Shin Ki, he thought.
He blinked when he saw the number. He flipped his phone open. “ChangMin?” he said and all eyes were on him. Hyung, hey. I need to know something right away. “Yeah, sure.” He gave JunSu a look; he was going to relay the conversation later. “Where are you? You sound so close.” ChangMin laughed. I am, actually. I just landed at the airport.
YooChun’s eyes widened, almost dropping his phone. “What?! You’re at the airport?” YunHo’s eyes were wide, Hyukjae’s jaw was open. JunSu stopped tugging his sleeve. Yeah. Uh, so hyung, I just need to know where JaeJoong hyung lives right now. “JaeJoong hyung? He lives with Heechul hyung.” Something was not right, YooChun thought as ChangMin paused on the other side of the line. Oh. I remember that. Ok. Thanks, hyung. “Hey, ChangMin, wait!” What?
“He’s not in Korea right now. He’s filming in Japan and staying at a hotel and why are you-”
What? Shit. He’s in Japan? Ugh. Kibummie-
“ChangMin, I don’t think it’s a good idea to-”
Sorry, hyung. I can’t hear you. You’re breaking up. Hyung? Hyu-
He checked his phone. The battery was running dangerously low. Dammit, he thought; why now of all times? “ChangMin,” he called out again but the line was already dead. He looked at the others, questions swirling in everyone’s heads. “He’s going to Japan,” YooChun said. “He wants to see JaeJoong hyung.”
“Shit,” YunHo said and YooChun and the others couldn’t agree more.
*
“We’re going to Japan? Right now?”
ChangMin rolled his eyes. “Yes, right now. You’re the one who told me to be the fool who doesn’t give up, right? So, I’m being the fool right now.”
There was something very wrong about that statement but Kibum couldn’t agree more. Somehow, in those twelve plus hours in the air, ChangMin realized just where he went wrong and had decided to play the fool who would fight for something even when it seemed impossible. He smiled and took ChangMin’s hand, pulling him forward. “I hope you have enough money with you, idiot, because I’m not paying for this one.”
ChangMin squeezed his hand, grinning. “Thanks, Kibum.” Kibum looked at him, eyes blinking. “For what?” He smiled softly. “For this, for everything. You’re the best, really.”
Kibum rolled his eyes and sighed. “I know, idiot.”
“You don’t need to call me ‘idiot’ all the time, you know.”
“I want to, idiot, so I will. You owe me a lot, remember.”
“Ugh. I hate you, Kim Kibum.”
Kibum looked at him, eyes softening for a moment. “I love you, too,” he said and ChangMin was sure he was missing something again, something right in front of his eyes. Then Kibum grinned. “Idiot.”
“I hate you, you hear that? I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!”
tbc.
o9 | 11
Check-in. Check-out.
No Show Fee: o1 | o2 | o3 | o4 | o5.a | o5.b | o6 | st, boarding pass | o7.a | o7.b. | o7.c | o7.d | o8.a | o8.b | o8.c | o8.d | o8.e | o9
author: yumeyana
fandom: dong bang shin ki / super junior
pairs: JaeMin, JaeHae, YehHae (YooSu, KangTeuk, etc.)
rating/genre: PG-13 - NC-17 / drama, angst, humor, romance
summary: They say love waits. But the question always is, until when? Donghae makes Yehsung smile using his own brand of cuteness, relieving Heechul from stress. And while ChangMin flies back to Korea, only to be informed that JaeJoong is in Japan.
[crossposted at hug______, miracle______, _starcandy.]
Author’s Notes: This was edited for more times than I could remember, mainly because I felt I was missing something. Anyway, I’m keeping Kibum in the story for a while before giving him a chance to breathe. Kyuhyun will have his chance to shine soon. :D
Chapter Notes: Blockquoted and italicized parts are flashbacks.
Dedication: For jaemint-Advance Happy Birthday, my dearest ninja reader! xD
Disclaimers: None of the Dong Bang Shin Ki and Super Junior boys are mine, only the plot is.
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No Show Fee : Air Traffic
ChangMin looked outside his window, thankful that Kibum had bought business class tickets and that said best friend gave him the window seat. “We’re going back, ChangMin.” He sighed inwardly; when Kibum told him that they were going back, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to feel. He was, in a matter of speaking, a little afraid of going back; there was no point of going after a boat that has sailed, hasn’t it? But Kibum hit his head-hard, may it be noted, please-and didn’t ChangMin read at all?
“Read what?”
“Fairytales, you idiot! Or pocket books!” Kibum shook his head, punching his arm this time. “Really, Min. You can be an idiot sometimes.” He punched back, earning a glare from the latter. “What-” “Well, sorry for not being the kind of person who’d read those things.” He rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Kibummie,” he said, shifting to Korean so that the driver would not understand a word he was going to say. “Only a fool would go after a boat that’s already miles away from the docking area.”
Kibum looked away, too fast that for a moment, ChangMin thought, there was something Kibum knew that he didn’t, something he was supposed to know but never got to. And he thought, he might never get to know.
“Sometimes, it’s better to be the fool, ChangMin-ah. Better to be a fool than to regret everything later.”
So now, he thought, he was going to play the fool who would go after the boat that has finally sailed. He almost laughed, the irony of it all dawning upon him. He was stupid because he let it come to this, let JaeJoong say goodbye to him because apparently, Mr. Bear was not enough. Now, he was being a bigger fool, running after something that’s already miles away from him.
Really now, he thought; there were types of stupidity and he qualified for both?
*
It has been, in Donghae’s opinion, the best days of his entire life. He was smiling all the time, laughing for the other half of the day. The sun, he thought, has never shone brighter and that was all because of JaeJoong.
Never had he imagined it to be like this, really. He had never thought that JaeJoong was the romantic type, the one who’d kiss you goodnight and wait until you’re inside the room before he’d leave for his own room. JaeJoong made everything, made everyday, a cliché of all sorts but he didn’t care. Right now, he couldn’t care less about anything.
The stylists fixed his hair and his clothes, making sure he was perfect for the next scene. He smiled as Yehsung walked towards him, blinked when said hyung looked away and just passed him by. Ever since that day a week ago, Yehsung had been avoiding him. It had been irking Heechul, the way their chemistry on cam seemed to be off. Saitoh put himself in the middle, cutting off any fight that could’ve aroused. He asked for a break and led Yehsung away, hand on the latter’s shoulder.
They seemed to be getting along well, Donghae thought and he couldn’t help but be a little jealous. For a time, he was Yehsung’s baby and sometimes, it was the other way around. But, he reasoned out, he guessed that they couldn’t stay that way anymore now that he had JaeJoong. Yet, he thought-“Jongwoon hyung,” he called out and Yehsung stopped in his tracks-he couldn’t let their relationship change just like that.
No, Donghae thought as he rushed towards Yehsung, glomping him from behind. “Donghae, you brat. You’re heavy!” Yehsung exclaimed, trying to pry Donghae off him; a futile attempt, if anyone asked him. Donghae grinned, snuggling. The stylists groaned, scolding them lightly; it would take another hour to fix them and Heechul would probably have a fit but Donghae didn’t really care. He wanted to settle this thing with Yehsung once and for all. “Hyung’s probably jealous of JaeJoong hyung, ne?”
Yehsung visibly stiffened, stopping all attempts of getting Donghae off him. He didn’t know if he should answer honestly or if he should lie or if he should answer at all, period. He looked away, deciding not to say anything. He felt Donghae smile, those lips too close for comfort. “Hyung,” Donghae called out. “Look at me, please.” He looked at his dongsaeng; their faces were too close and Yehsung was tempted to kiss Donghae right then and there.
But he didn’t. And Yehsung never hated himself more than that moment.
“I’m sorry I haven’t paid much attention to hyung lately,” came Donghae’s soft voice. “But hyung,” he paused; he wanted to say he was jealous of Saitoh and would Yehsung please tell Saitoh to stop being so friendly with him? But it wasn’t his place, wasn’t his call. He shook it off, continuing from where he left off.
“Hyung, don’t forget that I’m still your Donghae.”
There was another pause and Yehsung wanted to ask a million questions starting with what your Donghae meant. But Donghae placed a soft on his lips, quick and too fast for everything to register in Yehsung’s mind. “And you’ll always be my Jongwoon hyung, ok?”
Too fast, Yehsung thought even though he found himself agreeing to something he didn’t understand. Too fast and he barely registered the fact that Saitoh was laughing in one corner of the set with Heechul raising an eyebrow at them. This was too fast, he thought. Too fast.
And Donghae was supposed to be a fish, not a cheetah.
*
JaeJoong watched as Donghae fooled around with Yehsung, grinning when his boyfriend won their little game. Boyfriend, he thought and it brought a small smile on his lips whenever he thought about it. Donghae was his boyfriend. He chuckled. He sounded like a teenager who fell in love for the first time. And perhaps, he thought, he was.
Heechul was using his megaphone again, shouting last minute instructions. They were supposed to film the scene where Yehsung’s character, Junyoung, would ask where Junhae (JaeJoong) was getting all the money. It was a brother-to-brother scene, something easy, JaeJoong thought, compared to the ones they’ve been filming lately.
Yehsung was smiling when he approached JaeJoong, something his hyung hadn’t been doing for some time. Donghae’s glomping was doing wonders for Yehsung’s and Heechul’s mood, JaeJoong thought, getting in character as Heechul called out, “Lights, camera-”
“Take care of him, Jae,” Yehsung whispered, softly that JaeJoong almost didn’t catch it.
JaeJoong looked at him, eyes meeting. There was something Yehsung wanted to say, something more than take care of him but Yehsung wasn’t about to say it. Heechul was calling the clapper; JaeJoong wanted to press the issue but there wasn’t time right now. “In three, two-” The clapper positioned himself; Yehsung looked away, just as the script had told him to do.
But he whispered again, “Take care of him.”
“-one, ACTION!”
*
“Hyung?”
“Hm?”
“How do you know when you’ve fallen in love with someone?”
It was raining, the kind of rain that made you think about things about things you didn’t think about on a regular basis. ChangMin was hanging out in JaeJoong’s and YooChun’s room as the latter had locked himself with JunSu in the room the two youngest shared with YunHo. Sometimes, ChangMin thought, he wondered why they never thought of just putting JunSu and YooChun in one room so the others won’t have to think of other places to be when they stayed behind closed doors. JaeJoong was writing something down, humming a few notes every so often, when ChangMin decided to seek refuge there. The older one had just nodded when he asked if he could stay, grinning when the younger one decided to stay on the same bed with him.
JaeJoong looked up from his notebook, glasses a little askew. “Why that question, Min?”
ChangMin shrugged, pulling the blanket closer to his face; he was blushing a little and he didn’t need JaeJoong to tease him endlessly about it. The older one didn’t seem to notice though; JaeJoong was already biting the end of his mechanical pencil, a habit he never grew out off. It was cute, ChangMin thought as he waited for his hyung’s answer.
“It’s hard to know, Min. I mean, you could already be in love with someone and yet still not know it.” ChangMin looked at him, an eyebrow raised. JaeJoong took his glasses off, put his pencil and notebook away, and snuggled under the covers with ChangMin. “Falling in love is an unconscious thing. Perhaps you can say you’ve fallen for someone when they make your heart beat faster than normal, when they make even the rainiest of days the sunniest you’ve ever had.” ChangMin snorted; JaeJoong ruffled his hair, something that made the younger one feel as if he wasn’t the adult that he already was. Something ChangMin hated; something JaeJoong loved doing just because it made ChangMin the tiniest bit uncomfortable.
“Oh, you can laugh all you want, Shim ChangMin, but it’s true. Ordinarily bad things would seem to be wonderfully beautiful just because you’re with that special someone.” JaeJoong shifted, propping his head on one elbow, looking at him. “It changes your perspective in life, Min. It makes you want to be better than who you are now because you know it will make that someone proud of you. It makes you smile when there’s nothing to smile about. It’s cliché, yes, but true.”
JaeJoong was looking at him softly as if there was something he was supposed to know, something he was missing but couldn’t quite grasp. It was something rare, he thought, since JaeJoong wasn’t that hard to figure out. He wasn’t a master at reading JaeJoong’s thoughts-that would still be YooChun-but there were times where he could. Times when JaeJoong was as transparent as plastic cover.
But now, he wasn’t.
“Have you ever been in that situation, hyung?” he asked, trying to buy himself time to figure out what was going on in the older one’s mind. JaeJoong smiled softly, softer than his eyes were, and brushed the stray strands of hair on his forehead. “Yeah, I’ve been there.” There was a pause. Then a sigh and JaeJoong straightened himself up, getting his pencil and paper. He was writing again and it was some time before he spoke again. ChangMin almost thought he had forgotten all about it.
“Sometimes, Min, we’re always falling. It’s just that we’re afraid to admit that we are.” There was another pause and then JaeJoong looked at him, his eyes unreadable. “Or we’re just afraid that once we do realize it and accept it, no one would catch us because the one we’re falling for is too busy trying to figure out if he’s falling, too.”
“Or too busy looking somewhere else?”
JaeJoong paused again, looking at him for seconds that seemed like minutes before returning to his work. “Yeah. Something like that, Min. Something like that.”
*
It was already about eleven in the evening and YooChun and JunSu had just finished recording for their new single. The day had been long and tiring-three variety show guestings, two radio recordings, and studio recording for their single-but it was all good. They were doing what they wanted and they were doing it together.
YooChun waved as he saw YunHo and Hyukjae walking towards them. He grinned when they saw them walking hand in hand. Beside him JunSu rolled his eyes, hand slipping in his. They were going to play an old game and YooChun would’ve told JunSu that it was late and that he was tired but he was sure it was going to be fun.
“Ah, holding hands, aren’t we?” he said, eyeing YunHo and Hyukjae’s hands, grinning wider when YunHo turned a few shades of red. “Tsk, tsk,” JunSu piped in, resting his jaw on YooChun’s shoulder. “What if the management sees you?”
Hyukjae rolled his eyes. “You’re the one to talk, Mr. PDA. YooSu couple’s all over the papers, Su.” He pulled YunHo closer, earning a glare from the older one. “We’re discreet,” he said, saying the last word in English. YooChun laughed. If that was discreet, he didn’t know how to describe the other couples.
He was about to come out with a rebuttal-JunSu was giving him puppy dog eyes, telling him to defend him from the evil Hyukjae-when his mobile phone rang. YunHo smiled softly upon hearing their debut song; YooChun smiled as well. He could never let go of Dong Bang Shin Ki, he thought.
He blinked when he saw the number. He flipped his phone open. “ChangMin?” he said and all eyes were on him. Hyung, hey. I need to know something right away. “Yeah, sure.” He gave JunSu a look; he was going to relay the conversation later. “Where are you? You sound so close.” ChangMin laughed. I am, actually. I just landed at the airport.
YooChun’s eyes widened, almost dropping his phone. “What?! You’re at the airport?” YunHo’s eyes were wide, Hyukjae’s jaw was open. JunSu stopped tugging his sleeve. Yeah. Uh, so hyung, I just need to know where JaeJoong hyung lives right now. “JaeJoong hyung? He lives with Heechul hyung.” Something was not right, YooChun thought as ChangMin paused on the other side of the line. Oh. I remember that. Ok. Thanks, hyung. “Hey, ChangMin, wait!” What?
“He’s not in Korea right now. He’s filming in Japan and staying at a hotel and why are you-”
What? Shit. He’s in Japan? Ugh. Kibummie-
“ChangMin, I don’t think it’s a good idea to-”
Sorry, hyung. I can’t hear you. You’re breaking up. Hyung? Hyu-
He checked his phone. The battery was running dangerously low. Dammit, he thought; why now of all times? “ChangMin,” he called out again but the line was already dead. He looked at the others, questions swirling in everyone’s heads. “He’s going to Japan,” YooChun said. “He wants to see JaeJoong hyung.”
“Shit,” YunHo said and YooChun and the others couldn’t agree more.
*
“We’re going to Japan? Right now?”
ChangMin rolled his eyes. “Yes, right now. You’re the one who told me to be the fool who doesn’t give up, right? So, I’m being the fool right now.”
There was something very wrong about that statement but Kibum couldn’t agree more. Somehow, in those twelve plus hours in the air, ChangMin realized just where he went wrong and had decided to play the fool who would fight for something even when it seemed impossible. He smiled and took ChangMin’s hand, pulling him forward. “I hope you have enough money with you, idiot, because I’m not paying for this one.”
ChangMin squeezed his hand, grinning. “Thanks, Kibum.” Kibum looked at him, eyes blinking. “For what?” He smiled softly. “For this, for everything. You’re the best, really.”
Kibum rolled his eyes and sighed. “I know, idiot.”
“You don’t need to call me ‘idiot’ all the time, you know.”
“I want to, idiot, so I will. You owe me a lot, remember.”
“Ugh. I hate you, Kim Kibum.”
Kibum looked at him, eyes softening for a moment. “I love you, too,” he said and ChangMin was sure he was missing something again, something right in front of his eyes. Then Kibum grinned. “Idiot.”
“I hate you, you hear that? I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!”
tbc.
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