No Show Fee: 11. Form of Payment [JaeMin, JaeHae, YehHae; DBSJ]
title: No Show Fee : 11. Form of Payment
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? JaeJoong steals Donghae; Yehsung hopes Donghae would remember. And ChangMin arrives just in time.
[crossposted at hug______, miracle______, _starcandy.]
Author’s Notes: This was supposed to have only two pages but the boys were having a field day inside my head so I decided to give in and let them have their say. Prepare your tissue boxes, people, because this chapter will break your heart. And I’m not joking. This is not a happy chapter no matter how much Kibum jokes at the start.
Oh, and I’ve only played Nintendo Wii once so I relied on what I saw. xD Plus, I suggest you listen to track 1o of boarding fee, the no show fee soundtrack. :D
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 : Form of Payment
They arrived in Japan an hour before midnight. Kibum’s connections had given them so much as the location of JaeJoong’s shoot and the hotel they have been staying in. ChangMin was a bundle of nerves by the time they rode a taxi to the hotel, unsure whether he was happy or he was scared about facing JaeJoong. He didn’t know what to expect; after all, hadn’t JaeJoong said goodbye already?
Kibum glanced at his best friend. They agreed to leave their baggage in another hotel nearby; ChangMin didn’t want to check in to the same hotel, the fear of bumping into JaeJoong without preparation filling him. He just agreed and let ChangMin call the shots, let him decide on walking towards JaeJoong’s hotel. He needed time to think, ChangMin had said, and Kibum could give him that.
Downtown Tokyo wasn’t as lively and populated as the city proper, Kibum thought, eyeing the streetlamps. They were the only ones keeping the streets lighted. Kibum almost laughed; it was a perfect setting for a drama series. He glanced at ChangMin again; he was walking slower than usual.
“You could just punch him, you know,” he said, looking ahead of him, sounding as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. ChangMin stopped walking and looked at Kibum. “Why would I punch him?” Kibum rolled his eyes, stopping his footsteps as well. He looked back at ChangMin. “You’re Soul Fighters, aren’t you? One-touch?”
ChangMin’s eyes widened, figments of memory flooding back. There was silence and for a while, Kibum almost regretted saying that-saying anything at all. ChangMin looked away, eyes hooded by the shadow cast upon the streetlamp above him. “That was a long time ago, Kibum,” he said, voice trembling a little. Kibum wanted to hold him, wanted to tell him that they could go back and stop this stupidity but it was too late. They had already gone this far.
“Give him a hug, then,” he found himself saying. ChangMin glanced back, eyebrow raised. “You always said you wanted to be Soul Mates instead of Soul Fighters, didn’t you?” When ChangMin didn’t say anything, Kibum continued. “Well, that’s Plan B anyway. Any other suggestions?”
He was running out of things to say and he needed to say something, anything, to make ChangMin loosen up. He can’t very well have ChangMin mumbling like the idiot he was in front of JaeJoong, can’t he?
“Well,” came ChangMin’s voice as he walked up to Kibum and slung an arm around him. “If that doesn’t work, I could always just kidnap him and tie him up. What do you think, hm?”
Kibum laughed, the sound ringing clear in the dead of the night. “Sounds kinky.”
ChangMin grinned, trying to sound convincing. He needed to. “I knew you’d like it, pervert.”
“Says the person who surfs the internet for porn!”
“Shut up, pervert! You’re the one who taught me how to!”
*
Donghae glanced at their intertwined hands, loving every second of the walk he was having with JaeJoong. When the cast and crew had called it a night, JaeJoong suddenly took his hand-“I’m stealing you for the rest of the night,” he whispered-and waved at Heechul, telling their hyung they’ll be taking another route home. Donghae had complied without so much as a word, grinning from ear to ear as they disappeared into the night.
They didn’t really go anywhere; they just took another route home, just as JaeJoong said they would. But it was how they walked home, how they did it while holding each other’s hands, that made the difference. It was so simple and yet, Donghae thought as they neared the hotel, so meaningful.
JaeJoong glanced at him, smiling softly. “Hey, Hae. Do you know what day it is?”
*
“I think sunflowers are the answer.”
Yehsung glanced at him, blinking. He had been sitting on the couch-reading Jostein Gaarder’s Sophie’s World while Donghae was playing tennis in his old Nintendo Wii-minding their own business, when his dongsaeng suddenly talked. Donghae was still trying to beat-Yehsung squinted-someone that looked like Kyuhyun; it was as if he wasn’t really talking to Yehsung. But the older one knew better. Donghae had this habit of suddenly talking about his thought to anyone in the room.
“Answer to what?” he asked, trying to act as if he was still interested in his book.
Donghae served an ace, giving him a 40-15 advantage in the last set. He dribbled the imaginary ball again, tossed it up and served. The Kyuhyun-looking player ran, received it with a crosscourt forehand. Donghae was ready; he gave his opponent a forehand that went straight down the line. Yehsung was sure there was a big smile on Donghae’s face when he was proclaimed the winner, winning against the Kyuhyun-looking player 7-5, 6-4.
He turned the TV off, putting the Nintendo Wii back in its place before plopping down on the couch where Yehsung was, lying down with his head on the latter’s lap. Yehsung raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything more. He turned the page of his book with one hand.
Donghae was still panting, still trying to catch his breath. “To communicating with aliens, hyung.”
Yehsung sighed. Trust twenty-five year old Donghae to still think about aliens. He put a bookmark on the page before the open one (he had stopped reading when Donghae started talking) and put the book on top of the coffee table beside the couch. Donghae was looking at him, face contemplative.
“I mean, hyung, c’mon. We’ve been using all these complicated gadgets and yet what?” Yehsung ran his fingers through Donghae’s hair, not caring if Donghae was sweaty. The latter let his eyes close, giving in to Yehsung’s touch. “We have yet to hear even an echo from them. Think about it, hyung.”
Yehsung was silent, letting his thoughts wander as he continued to run his fingers through Donghae’s hair. His dongsaeng posed these theories, these thoughts about anything and anyone, and he wanted whoever was listening to think about it as well. Yehsung always did; Donghae’s theories were a little weird but they did make sense. Most of the time, that is.
“So sunflowers could be the answer because they always know where the sun is?”
Donghae’s eyes flew open, looking at Yehsung with wide eyes. It was as if he couldn’t believe Yehsung took him seriously; nobody really took him seriously when he was talking about aliens and their existence. No one until now.
He grinned, closing his eyes again. “Exactly, hyung. Exactly.”
Yehsung took one last look at Donghae’s side of the room before turning his back and facing the windows; he would try to sleep (try being the keyword here), try not to wait for Donghae to come home (home, he asked himself; would Donghae consider the room he had with Yehsung home?). He had left a single sunflower, bright yellow and in full bloom, on top of Donghae’s bed (Yehsung searched every flower store for one and Heechul almost killed him the one time he was missing for hours because of it.). He closed his eyes and prayed.
Prayed that Donghae would see it and remember.
*
“Day?” Donghae asked and JaeJoong nodded. He checked his watch-trusty old watch showed the day’s date, you see-eyes widening when he saw that it was just a minute before his birthday. He hadn’t realized it, truth be told; hadn’t even realized that it was already October. He looked back at JaeJoong, only to see the older one putting a bracelet around his wrist, around the hand that was holding JaeJoong’s hand.
“I remember falling in love a few too many times in my life but never quite feeling this loved unlike how you’ve made me feel these past few months. I’ve always been the one whose love was unrequited and this was the first time I was on the other side of the boat,” JaeJoong said, trying to close the clasp of the bracelet without breaking their intertwined hands. “And I realized that maybe you were right. Maybe I’ve been too busy to realize that you were there to break my fall, to hold me if ever I do look your way.
“Took me quite some time, though.”
JaeJoong smiled as he finally closed it, holding up their intertwined hands. It was a simple silver bracelet, one that JaeJoong might’ve purchased somewhere nearby but it didn’t matter. Donghae’s eyes watered; they were wearing identical bracelets.
“Happy Birthday, Donghae.”
*
“We should call JaeJoong hyung,” Hyukjae said. They were all still shaken by the sudden turn of events, questions all hanging above their heads. They hadn’t expected to suddenly come back to Korea, more so look for JaeJoong after six months of not hearing about JaeJoong from their magnae. All those times ChangMin did call the YunHo, YooChun or JunSu, they would talk about anything but JaeJoong.
JunSu nodded, flipping his phone open. JaeJoong was on speed dial.
YooChun sighed, leaning on the wall near them. “We should’ve told him about Donghae.” They should’ve told ChangMin everything about JaeJoong even when their dongsaeng never asked. It was, perhaps, their duty to keep ChangMin informed. Or perhaps it was their hyung instincts kicking in; they just didn’t want to see ChangMin’s heart break just like that.
“He didn’t exactly give us the time to do so, really. Min’s calls are always in a hurry,” came YunHo’s voice. He shook his head, unable to comprehend anything anymore. “And why is he here anyway? Why the sudden urge to look for Jae?”
“I don’t know,” YooChun answered, playing with the bracelet Yoowhan gave him. He wished he knew, wished he knew how to explain to JaeJoong why ChangMin was back. He wished he knew how to explain ChangMin’s behavior. But he didn’t; he knew nothing, not a thing. And he hated not knowing such things.
JunSu flipped his phone close. They all looked at him. He bit his lower lip.
“Hyung’s not answering his phone.”
YunHo buried his face in his hands; YooChun had this big urge to slam his head on the wall. Hyukjae grabbed his own phone. “Did you try calling Donghae-?” JunSu nodded; Hyukjae rolled his eyes, exasperated. “I even called Jongwoon hyung and Heechul hyung but no one was answering their phones.”
There was silence. They didn’t know what to do or if they should be trying to do anything at all. They needed to warn JaeJoong, to tell him what was happening. But all the doors were closing, all the windows shut tight.
Either way, someone’s heart was going to break tonight.
*
One corner left and they would see the hotel. One corner left and they-he-might (would, considering this was the reason why they flew all the way to Korea and then to Japan, right?) see JaeJoong again. ChangMin gulped. He was too nervous, dammit. Too damned nervous. He breathed in-deep-and held it for a few seconds before releasing it. He needed to calm his nerves. He needed to be cool. Just cool.
They turned the corner.
His eyes widened. He knew that hair, that posture, that smile; JaeJoong hadn’t changed much in their half year apart. He took a step forward, opening his mouth to call out his name-something he hasn’t done in so long, much more than it seemed-when saw that JaeJoong was with someone. He stopped-Donghae, he realized-eyes widening even more when he saw Donghae put his arms around JaeJoong, kissing JaeJoong fully on the lips.
It could’ve been a perfect setting, a perfect ending, to a drama Kibum would’ve starred in-the streetlamp gave off a kind of sepia feel as it shone down on them-but ChangMin wasn’t thinking about that. All he was thinking about was that JaeJoong was there-smiling at Donghae, kissing Donghae, holding Donghae in his arms.
JaeJoong was there and they have never been so far apart.
tbc.
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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 | 1o
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? JaeJoong steals Donghae; Yehsung hopes Donghae would remember. And ChangMin arrives just in time.
[crossposted at hug______, miracle______, _starcandy.]
Author’s Notes: This was supposed to have only two pages but the boys were having a field day inside my head so I decided to give in and let them have their say. Prepare your tissue boxes, people, because this chapter will break your heart. And I’m not joking. This is not a happy chapter no matter how much Kibum jokes at the start.
Oh, and I’ve only played Nintendo Wii once so I relied on what I saw. xD Plus, I suggest you listen to track 1o of boarding fee, the no show fee soundtrack. :D
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 : Form of Payment
They arrived in Japan an hour before midnight. Kibum’s connections had given them so much as the location of JaeJoong’s shoot and the hotel they have been staying in. ChangMin was a bundle of nerves by the time they rode a taxi to the hotel, unsure whether he was happy or he was scared about facing JaeJoong. He didn’t know what to expect; after all, hadn’t JaeJoong said goodbye already?
Kibum glanced at his best friend. They agreed to leave their baggage in another hotel nearby; ChangMin didn’t want to check in to the same hotel, the fear of bumping into JaeJoong without preparation filling him. He just agreed and let ChangMin call the shots, let him decide on walking towards JaeJoong’s hotel. He needed time to think, ChangMin had said, and Kibum could give him that.
Downtown Tokyo wasn’t as lively and populated as the city proper, Kibum thought, eyeing the streetlamps. They were the only ones keeping the streets lighted. Kibum almost laughed; it was a perfect setting for a drama series. He glanced at ChangMin again; he was walking slower than usual.
“You could just punch him, you know,” he said, looking ahead of him, sounding as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. ChangMin stopped walking and looked at Kibum. “Why would I punch him?” Kibum rolled his eyes, stopping his footsteps as well. He looked back at ChangMin. “You’re Soul Fighters, aren’t you? One-touch?”
ChangMin’s eyes widened, figments of memory flooding back. There was silence and for a while, Kibum almost regretted saying that-saying anything at all. ChangMin looked away, eyes hooded by the shadow cast upon the streetlamp above him. “That was a long time ago, Kibum,” he said, voice trembling a little. Kibum wanted to hold him, wanted to tell him that they could go back and stop this stupidity but it was too late. They had already gone this far.
“Give him a hug, then,” he found himself saying. ChangMin glanced back, eyebrow raised. “You always said you wanted to be Soul Mates instead of Soul Fighters, didn’t you?” When ChangMin didn’t say anything, Kibum continued. “Well, that’s Plan B anyway. Any other suggestions?”
He was running out of things to say and he needed to say something, anything, to make ChangMin loosen up. He can’t very well have ChangMin mumbling like the idiot he was in front of JaeJoong, can’t he?
“Well,” came ChangMin’s voice as he walked up to Kibum and slung an arm around him. “If that doesn’t work, I could always just kidnap him and tie him up. What do you think, hm?”
Kibum laughed, the sound ringing clear in the dead of the night. “Sounds kinky.”
ChangMin grinned, trying to sound convincing. He needed to. “I knew you’d like it, pervert.”
“Says the person who surfs the internet for porn!”
“Shut up, pervert! You’re the one who taught me how to!”
*
Donghae glanced at their intertwined hands, loving every second of the walk he was having with JaeJoong. When the cast and crew had called it a night, JaeJoong suddenly took his hand-“I’m stealing you for the rest of the night,” he whispered-and waved at Heechul, telling their hyung they’ll be taking another route home. Donghae had complied without so much as a word, grinning from ear to ear as they disappeared into the night.
They didn’t really go anywhere; they just took another route home, just as JaeJoong said they would. But it was how they walked home, how they did it while holding each other’s hands, that made the difference. It was so simple and yet, Donghae thought as they neared the hotel, so meaningful.
JaeJoong glanced at him, smiling softly. “Hey, Hae. Do you know what day it is?”
*
“I think sunflowers are the answer.”
Yehsung glanced at him, blinking. He had been sitting on the couch-reading Jostein Gaarder’s Sophie’s World while Donghae was playing tennis in his old Nintendo Wii-minding their own business, when his dongsaeng suddenly talked. Donghae was still trying to beat-Yehsung squinted-someone that looked like Kyuhyun; it was as if he wasn’t really talking to Yehsung. But the older one knew better. Donghae had this habit of suddenly talking about his thought to anyone in the room.
“Answer to what?” he asked, trying to act as if he was still interested in his book.
Donghae served an ace, giving him a 40-15 advantage in the last set. He dribbled the imaginary ball again, tossed it up and served. The Kyuhyun-looking player ran, received it with a crosscourt forehand. Donghae was ready; he gave his opponent a forehand that went straight down the line. Yehsung was sure there was a big smile on Donghae’s face when he was proclaimed the winner, winning against the Kyuhyun-looking player 7-5, 6-4.
He turned the TV off, putting the Nintendo Wii back in its place before plopping down on the couch where Yehsung was, lying down with his head on the latter’s lap. Yehsung raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything more. He turned the page of his book with one hand.
Donghae was still panting, still trying to catch his breath. “To communicating with aliens, hyung.”
Yehsung sighed. Trust twenty-five year old Donghae to still think about aliens. He put a bookmark on the page before the open one (he had stopped reading when Donghae started talking) and put the book on top of the coffee table beside the couch. Donghae was looking at him, face contemplative.
“I mean, hyung, c’mon. We’ve been using all these complicated gadgets and yet what?” Yehsung ran his fingers through Donghae’s hair, not caring if Donghae was sweaty. The latter let his eyes close, giving in to Yehsung’s touch. “We have yet to hear even an echo from them. Think about it, hyung.”
Yehsung was silent, letting his thoughts wander as he continued to run his fingers through Donghae’s hair. His dongsaeng posed these theories, these thoughts about anything and anyone, and he wanted whoever was listening to think about it as well. Yehsung always did; Donghae’s theories were a little weird but they did make sense. Most of the time, that is.
“So sunflowers could be the answer because they always know where the sun is?”
Donghae’s eyes flew open, looking at Yehsung with wide eyes. It was as if he couldn’t believe Yehsung took him seriously; nobody really took him seriously when he was talking about aliens and their existence. No one until now.
He grinned, closing his eyes again. “Exactly, hyung. Exactly.”
Yehsung took one last look at Donghae’s side of the room before turning his back and facing the windows; he would try to sleep (try being the keyword here), try not to wait for Donghae to come home (home, he asked himself; would Donghae consider the room he had with Yehsung home?). He had left a single sunflower, bright yellow and in full bloom, on top of Donghae’s bed (Yehsung searched every flower store for one and Heechul almost killed him the one time he was missing for hours because of it.). He closed his eyes and prayed.
Prayed that Donghae would see it and remember.
*
“Day?” Donghae asked and JaeJoong nodded. He checked his watch-trusty old watch showed the day’s date, you see-eyes widening when he saw that it was just a minute before his birthday. He hadn’t realized it, truth be told; hadn’t even realized that it was already October. He looked back at JaeJoong, only to see the older one putting a bracelet around his wrist, around the hand that was holding JaeJoong’s hand.
“I remember falling in love a few too many times in my life but never quite feeling this loved unlike how you’ve made me feel these past few months. I’ve always been the one whose love was unrequited and this was the first time I was on the other side of the boat,” JaeJoong said, trying to close the clasp of the bracelet without breaking their intertwined hands. “And I realized that maybe you were right. Maybe I’ve been too busy to realize that you were there to break my fall, to hold me if ever I do look your way.
“Took me quite some time, though.”
JaeJoong smiled as he finally closed it, holding up their intertwined hands. It was a simple silver bracelet, one that JaeJoong might’ve purchased somewhere nearby but it didn’t matter. Donghae’s eyes watered; they were wearing identical bracelets.
“Happy Birthday, Donghae.”
*
“We should call JaeJoong hyung,” Hyukjae said. They were all still shaken by the sudden turn of events, questions all hanging above their heads. They hadn’t expected to suddenly come back to Korea, more so look for JaeJoong after six months of not hearing about JaeJoong from their magnae. All those times ChangMin did call the YunHo, YooChun or JunSu, they would talk about anything but JaeJoong.
JunSu nodded, flipping his phone open. JaeJoong was on speed dial.
YooChun sighed, leaning on the wall near them. “We should’ve told him about Donghae.” They should’ve told ChangMin everything about JaeJoong even when their dongsaeng never asked. It was, perhaps, their duty to keep ChangMin informed. Or perhaps it was their hyung instincts kicking in; they just didn’t want to see ChangMin’s heart break just like that.
“He didn’t exactly give us the time to do so, really. Min’s calls are always in a hurry,” came YunHo’s voice. He shook his head, unable to comprehend anything anymore. “And why is he here anyway? Why the sudden urge to look for Jae?”
“I don’t know,” YooChun answered, playing with the bracelet Yoowhan gave him. He wished he knew, wished he knew how to explain to JaeJoong why ChangMin was back. He wished he knew how to explain ChangMin’s behavior. But he didn’t; he knew nothing, not a thing. And he hated not knowing such things.
JunSu flipped his phone close. They all looked at him. He bit his lower lip.
“Hyung’s not answering his phone.”
YunHo buried his face in his hands; YooChun had this big urge to slam his head on the wall. Hyukjae grabbed his own phone. “Did you try calling Donghae-?” JunSu nodded; Hyukjae rolled his eyes, exasperated. “I even called Jongwoon hyung and Heechul hyung but no one was answering their phones.”
There was silence. They didn’t know what to do or if they should be trying to do anything at all. They needed to warn JaeJoong, to tell him what was happening. But all the doors were closing, all the windows shut tight.
Either way, someone’s heart was going to break tonight.
*
One corner left and they would see the hotel. One corner left and they-he-might (would, considering this was the reason why they flew all the way to Korea and then to Japan, right?) see JaeJoong again. ChangMin gulped. He was too nervous, dammit. Too damned nervous. He breathed in-deep-and held it for a few seconds before releasing it. He needed to calm his nerves. He needed to be cool. Just cool.
They turned the corner.
His eyes widened. He knew that hair, that posture, that smile; JaeJoong hadn’t changed much in their half year apart. He took a step forward, opening his mouth to call out his name-something he hasn’t done in so long, much more than it seemed-when saw that JaeJoong was with someone. He stopped-Donghae, he realized-eyes widening even more when he saw Donghae put his arms around JaeJoong, kissing JaeJoong fully on the lips.
It could’ve been a perfect setting, a perfect ending, to a drama Kibum would’ve starred in-the streetlamp gave off a kind of sepia feel as it shone down on them-but ChangMin wasn’t thinking about that. All he was thinking about was that JaeJoong was there-smiling at Donghae, kissing Donghae, holding Donghae in his arms.
JaeJoong was there and they have never been so far apart.
tbc.
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