Fic: The Relationship that Snark Built

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Title: The Relationship that Snark Built (Alternatively: The Relationship that was Built on Snark)
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior/DBSK
Pairing: Vague Kibum/Changmin
Rating: General
Summary: Kibum goes to Japan. Kibum grows wings. Somehow life is unfair.
Notes: Written for winged_suju, and because I just wanted an excuse to write my OTP XD I also changed the title just a hair because I thought it flowed better this way, and it had been bothering me.


Kibum usually blamed Japan for a lot of his problems: his missing sock, his missing laptop charger, his favourite t-shirt getting a stain on it, Heechul deciding they had to dress up in skimpy clothing, put make-up on and go out to a club in the middle of winter. It wasn’t he didn’t like Japan, because there were moments he did. He could wander around Japan pretty freely, and even though he spoke all of three words in Japanese, being able to actually go outside was nice. That’s why he had decided for his week off, right after his drama had finished and before he had to throw himself into dance practice for their encore, he would go to Japan. He’d crash in Changmin’s room, ignore the insanity that was Changmin’s group and relax for a whole week.

He woke up on his second day there to Changmin sitting over him, mouth quirked in an amused fashion. He squinted and shut his eyes, stuffing his face back in his pillow.

Kibum felt Changmin shake his shoulder and he rolled onto his back. He stopped when he felt a searing pain shoot down his spine and he immediately rolled back onto his stomach, ignoring Changmin’s laughter.

“Am I a girl?” Kibum asked, rolling his head to the side to look at Changmin, who was pretty close to falling on the floor. Changmin didn’t answer him since he was too busy laughing so he took a glance down his tank top and was relieved to see his normal, male chest. (He’d been the only one so far not affected by the genderswitch virus that had been going around. He thought it may be because he wasn’t sleeping with any of the Super Junior members at the moment.)

Kibum looked back down at Changmin, who had finally fallen on the floor. He was about to open his mouth when he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head more and saw it was a feather. No, many feathers. He tried to keep turning his head but he felt the pain shoot through his spine again and he stopped.

“You have wings.” Changmin finally got out through his laughter and Kibum shot him a death glare before reaching back with his hand and tentatively touching one of the feathers.

He felt the touch on more than his fingers. The feeling coursed down his spine; they were attached.

“You can’t be serious.” He groused out and buried his head back into the pillow.

The bed dipped and he felt Changmin tentatively touch one of the wings. “They don’t look bad. How do they feel?”

“Shut up. This is your fault.”

He heard Changmin laugh and he raised his hand to hit him. He stopped when he felt the tip of a finger running on his spine, in between his wings. The sensation was odd at first, but Kibum couldn’t find a reason to complain. His wings shuddered, folding and unfolding for a moment before tucking close to his body. A smile crossed his face and he felt himself relax.

“You’ve done this before.” He commented and then an eye popped open and he looked at Changmin. “Don’t tell me I caught bird disease from your band.”

“Nope, totally new to me.” Changmin kept running the pad of his fingers up and down Kibum’s spine, watching with amusement as it was slowly lulling Kibum back to sleep. “I guess I should go tell Yunho. I’m sure Eeteuk will want to know about this development.”

Kibum’s head snapped to the side when Changmin removed his hand from his back and he practically growled in anger at the removal. Changmin arched an eyebrow at the animalistic reaction and Kibum flushed bright red before dropping his head back down out of embarrassment. Changmin started laughing.

“Shut up.”

“Oh I’m so never letting you live this down.” Changmin managed to get out between laughter.

“Just get out of here and call Eeteuk.” Kibum said into the crooks of his elbows, as he tried to muffle his sigh of annoyance.

“Only Super Junior.” Yunho said, shaking his head. “Why can’t your band be normal and turn into girls, or cat people, or something that is easy to cover up with a concept change?”

“I’m gonna go with blaming Heechul for that one.” Kibum had finally dragged himself out of bed and booted up his laptop from sleep. He was working his way through a mission on Starcraft.

Yunho scoffed. “Well, I’m not going to tell Eeteuk you have wings because I like my eardrums. So you’re going to tell him.”

Kibum shrugged. “I already told Kyuhyun, so Eeteuk will probably hear soon. Then again when I did tell him he just told me to stop indulging on sake.”

Yunho just rolled his eyes and waved a hand, turning to Changmin. “Well I rid myself of a guilty conscious.”

Changmin patted him on the back as Yunho turned to exit the room.

XJapan filled the room and Yunho frowned, but pulled his phone out and answered it.

“Hello? Heechul?” Kibum wasn’t surprised. His band members were too predictable. “What colour are what Heechul?” Yunho frowned and held the phone a bit away from his ear. “Yes Heechul I know the call is expensive so why are you- What? I don’t understand you sometimes. Here, just talk to him.” Yunho held the phone up to Kibum’s ear.

“What colour are they?”

“I dunno.” Kibum answered. “I can’t exactly see them. They are on my back.”

“Do you think it’s sexual transmitted?”

“I’m not sleeping with you so you can pretend to be an angel, or whatever kinky games you want to role play with Siwon. Besides it should be gone by the end of the week. So I won’t have them by the time I get back.”

Kibum could practically hear the disappointment over the line and he wasn’t surprised to hear the dial tone instead of Heechul’s voice.

“He hung up.”

The wings weren’t gone by the end of the week. If anything Kibum was sure they had gotten bigger. He hadn’t really bothered to measure them, but Changmin seemed to think they had.

“They’re taking up more space than they used to.” He complained with a grin. “And they’re shedding. The cleaning lady thought I was raising a chicken farm.”

“A chicken farm filled with white chickens? With really long wings?” Kibum was standing in the middle of Changmin’s bedroom, flexing his wings because they were beginning to feel cramped. He didn’t think there were any wing-people specific exercises so he was improvising.

Changmin shrugged from his position straddling the chair backwards. “She’s very superstitious. Did I tell you about the time she thought Jaejoong was pregnant?”

“Did he miss his period?”

Changmin nodded solemnly. “She checks to make sure we’re all regular.”

“You’re sick.” Kibum said dryly as he looked over his shoulder and at the wings. He frowned. “They are bigger.”

“Maybe it’s something in the water?”

“Then why don’t you guys have wings, genius?”

“Because I’m not part of Super Junior. I swear this stuff always starts with you.”

“Then remind me how you ended up with boobs two months back? I didn’t think you were sleeping with any of us.” Changmin shook his head and stood up, running his finger over the top of Kibum’s left wing. Kibum narrowed his eyes as he looked at Changmin’s chest. “Do you have some kind of wing fetish I was unaware of?”

Changmin laughed and shook his head. “Can’t I be impressed with someone having wings? It’s not something I see everyday.”

“You’ve been here everyday since this happened.”

“Well you are staying in my room.” Changmin pulled his hand away and laughed as the wing flapped slightly. “Do you do that on purpose?”

Kibum rolled his eyes and flapped on purpose, sending a gust of air towards Changmin and rattling anything not bolted down. “It’s instinctive sometimes. Other times it’s on purpose.”

Changmin just gave Kibum a look. “See if I rub your back tonight.”

“You have a wing fetish. You won’t be able to resist.”

“Wing fetish, maybe. But a Kibum fetish? I have better tastes.”

“Whatever you say.” Kibum laughed as Changmin rolled his eyes and sat back down in the chair, back to Kibum as he pulled out his laptop.

Kibum had ended staying in Japan far passed his intended time. Management had realized they couldn’t really cover up bundling him up and shipping him back to Korea, and so he had been forced to stay in Japan with Changmin and the rest of Dong Bang Shin Ki. It wasn’t all bad: the company was entertaining without crossing over that line of insanity his band loved so much.

Sure there were the occasional water fights, and people singing in the showers at odd hours at night, but if Kibum could block out yelling matches between Heechul and anyone, he could handle a little singing.

It was warming up to spring and Kibum was getting cabin fever. He could handle being a hermit, and the balcony in Changmin’s apartment complex was usually enough to satisfy his need for fresh air, but after two months of seeing the same walls, the same people… well someone couldn’t blame him for getting a little anxious.

Changmin seemed to recognize his restlessness and would offer him the chance to get out, either through trips to a convenience store at night, or just for a walk around the block.

Kibum would merely scoffed and go back to playing Starcraft, his only form of communication with Heechul and Kyuhyun.

“Come out with me.” Changmin told him from the door.

“I have wings. Out of my back. And yet, for whatever reason, you are intent on dragging me around? In public.”

“Well, it beats moping in my dorm room.”

“I’m not moping.”

“Really? I can’t always tell the difference between moping and regular Kibum behaviour.”

“Where would we go?” Kibum asked, choosing to ignore the personal jabs and instead make sure his wings were obnoxiously obvious as he pulled away from the desk and his laptop.

Changmin shrugged. “I don't know. I was thinking a really high class restaurant. Get some cocktails.”

“Oh, okay. I was worried for a moment you wanted to go some place conspicuous.” Kibum rolled his eyes and stood up, trading places with Changmin in a routine they had perfected over the months.

Changmin stood by his desk, at first watching the screensaver on Kibum’s laptop and then beginning to move the contents of his desk around.

Kibum watched Changmin play with the trinkets that lined his desk: picture frames, a pencil holder, a tiny racing car. “It’s a shame that out of everyone you’re the one who gets wings.” Changmin commented casually, not looking up from his tinkering. Kibum didn’t say he couldn’t understand how Changmin’s thoughts tied together. He just crossed his arm and waited for an elaboration. “Since you’ll never be able to fly.”

Kibum’s breath was knocked out of him as the realization hit him. He had wings. Probably fully functional wings that could lift him off the ground, and up into the air. Up high. Kibum shuddered. “Yeah, it’s a shame.”

Changmin pursed his lips. “I think you should still try.”

“And risk passing out mid-flight because I looked down? No thank you.”

“You’re such a chicken shit.” He laughed.

Kibum smirked. “Where’s the announcement that you would catch me if I passed out?”

“You must have me confused with Siwon. I know sometimes it’s hard to see my face and his, because of the height difference…” Changmin trailed off as he saw Kibum’s face darken and he offered him a smile. “Do you want me to tell you I’ll always catch you?”

Kibum scrunched up his face. “Not like that. I’d like it to be at the very least laced with sarcasm.”

Changmin shook his head. “Well if you ever feel brave. I’ll be here. With a car.”

Kibum frowned at the idea of a car, and how they would restrict his wings. Changmin seemed to notice his discomfort and he sighed.

“I was just suggesting.”

Kibum thought back to his cabin fever, and the fact he was essentially locked up in this room, this apartment. He did need a change of scenery. And if he could be somewhere where he could spread his wings for a long period of time, the car ride might be worth it.

“Do you have a place in mind?”

“Besides the high class restaurant?” Changmin asked not looking up.

“For flying.”

Changmin’s head shot up and at Kibum’s smirk he scowled. “I might. But do you trust me to drive you there?”

“Without you taking a detour to sadistically kill me? It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

Changmin clicked his tongue but just shot Kibum a smile. “I’ll take you out tomorrow then.”

“Is this where I say ‘it sounds like a date’?”

“If you want.” Changmin said laughing.

The field was very flat, stretched between a dirt road and a river. The best part was there wasn’t a house in sight. Kibum looked around to make sure, but all he saw was more field and Changmin leaning against the car.

“So do you think you’ll actually be able to fly?” The jab about his fear of heights was left unsaid.

Kibum shook his head, ignoring Changmin as he focused on his breathing. He flexed his wings, spreading them out after the long car ride. They had tried to make the ride comfortable, and while Heechul had offered suggestions on how to fit his body in the car comfortably, but most of those ideas seemed better suited for positions in a car orgy. Neither wanted to know.

Kibum glanced back at Changmin and at his nod of encouragement took a deep breath and braced himself. He gave a solid flap of his wings and pushed up with his legs. It definitely wasn’t an easy climb but he managed it until he hit a current and then he was soaring through the air. He made sure to not look down as he climbed higher, or at least he thought he was climbing higher. He couldn’t be sure since he didn’t dare look down but he was pretty sure.

He stretched his wings out farther, catching an updraft that allowed him just to coast through the air. He sighed happily as he breathed in the chilly spring air. He finally worked up to the courage to peak an eye down.

He immediately looked back up. He was up pretty high, and it wasn’t even the comfortable high of an airplane. He was flying along the river and it had gotten wider the further along he had traveled. He swallowed and tried to figure out how to turn around without landing and taking off again. He found himself trying to catch a draft to take him in a circle but he ended up having to flap harder than he wanted. He was turned around though, and flying back, hopefully, to the car and Changmin. The spot he would have to look down to find.

Kibum shut his eyes again and started to descend, hoping the closer he was to the ground, the easier to would be to look around for where they had parked.

His breathing had picked up as he saw himself get closer to the ground, and he had the sensation he was falling. He tried to remain calm but the ground seemed to be coming too close, too fast. He stretched out his wings, hoping to use them as a parachute, as he put his feet out in front of him. He hit the ground with too much force and ended up toppling over, rolling a couple of times.

“I’ll give that landing a three.”

Kibum looked up from where he was laying on his back and spotted Changmin jogging towards him. The car was parked a few meters away. He took a deep breath and laid his head back down, trying to calm his heart.

“You okay?” Changmin asked him as he stood over him. Kibum nodded and made to sit up. Changmin steadied him, wrapping an arm around his bicep. “I saw you starting to falter. Wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.”

“Still in one piece.”

Changmin grinned. He looked relieved as he helped Kibum stand on two wobbling feet and walk over to the car.

“You should eat.”

Kibum shook his head and took a seat on the trunk of the car. Changmin joined him after he grabbed the bag of food they had packed.

“How long was I up there?”

“A CD and a half.” Changmin answered, taking out the noodles he had packed away.

“That long?” Kibum watched Changmin shrug. He couldn’t stop his lip from quirking.

“Lost sight of you a few times. I thought about calling your cell phone, but then I realized you might plunge to your death.” Kibum laughed and reached for a piece of food. Changmin scowled but let him. “I thought you weren’t hungry.”

“I am, I just didn’t think I could hold it down.” He grinned as he took a bite out of his food.

“Are you going to go back up, or have you had your fill for the day?”

Kibum looked up at the sky, and then over at Changmin. “Did you give your managers a time we were coming back?”

“Of course I did. We don’t have to follow it.”

Kibum shook his head and hopped off the trunk. “Then I hope you brought more CDs.”

Changmin followed him off the trunk and headed to the driver’s door. “Just don’t kill yourself.”

Kibum laughed and pushed himself up, it was easier this time to get the lift now that he knew how to do it. He hovered for a moment, even though it was taxing. “I wouldn’t give you that pleasure.”

Kibum flew around the area until dusk. He had started to try and figure out how fast he could fly, and the distance he could cover. He was also trying to test his endurance, and he’d gotten some answer in the fact that the sun had started to set before he got tired. Changmin was stretching from the nap he had taken in the car. Kibum had thought about scaring him, but decided against it when he saw how peacefully Changmin looked. It didn’t stop him from teasing Changmin.

“Sleeping on the job.” He tsked. Changmin looked confused as he pulled himself up from the car. “The job where you were supposed to make sure I don’t die.”

Changmin cracked a smile and flung his arm around Kibum’s shoulder, mindful of his wings. “I knew you wouldn’t.”

Kibum halfheartedly tried to shove Changmin’s arm off of his shoulder as he let himself be dragged to the trunk of the car where they took a seat. Kibum scoffed at the idea of watching the sunset, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it as it slowly began to disappear behind the horizon.

“Who would have thought you were such a softie?”

“It was your idea.” Kibum said softly, finally turning to look at Changmin.

“What are you going to do?” Changmin asked, squeezing his shoulder. “If they never go away?”

“I could always stay in Tokyo. I’ll be accepted. Just think! I’d make a fantastic new attraction in a tourist area. I might even make it into infamy if I work hard enough; like Bushman in San Francisco, I’ll be Smiley-Asian-Wing-Boy in Tokyo.”

“Cute.” Changmin responded and he pressed his lips to Kibum’s hairline, pulling him closer.

Kibum froze and then turned his head, pressing a kiss to the corner of Changmin’s mouth. “You ever tell someone I’m like this and I’ll kill you.”

Changmin laughed as he kissed him back. “Your secret is safe with me.”