Fic: Vacation
Title: Vacation
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Gen
Rating: E is for Everyone
Summary: Suju goes to San Francisco. Life couldn’t get better.
Notes: For sgcharbor for help_japan lightning round. She asked for "Suju in SF" because I had been whining about missing the city :(
And thanks for umberela for listening to me whine about writers block for this. :)
You see originally, Eeteuk thought this was going to be a great idea.
“Think about it guys! Vacation! In a far off place! No one will recognize us!”
No one was very impressed though.
“I got noticed in Italy. I didn’t even know we had Italian fans!” Eunhyuk complained.
“That’s because you painstakingly put on your makeup everyday. If you didn’t do that no one would recognize you,” Heechul chimed in, twirling his cell phone of the table.
“Why am I part of this meeting again?” Kangin’s voice came out tinny through Heechul’s phone. “I’m not able to go.”
“Yah! If I have to sit through it, so do you,” Heechul said picking the phone up and screaming into the microphone.
Everyone was silent for a moment and then the phone clicked off. Everyone, managers included, stared at Heechul as his eyes went wide with shock at the realization that Kangin had just hung up on him. He chucked his phone across the table and it hit Henry square in the chest. He grunted and rubbed where it had hit, frowning.
“I wouldn’t mind going to America,” he muttered.
Donghae threw his arms up into the air. “If Henry is going, I will too! And so will Hyukkie and Kibummie! And everyone!” He smiled very brightly at everyone and no one had the heart to argue with him.
“So we’re agreed?” Eeteuk asked, hands clasped together in excitement.
Everyone let out a variety of grunts in agreement.
They stayed in downtown, but Eeteuk thought maybe it was a mistake, because the hotel they were staying at had all of their doormen dressed in period attire. Apparently it went theme of the hotel, something about a famous English pirate, but all Eeteuk knew was that it distracted Donghae and Eunhyuk from actually entering the hotel, and both of them had grabbed whoever they could (Kibum, Henry and Zhou Mi from the looks of it) and kept staring at the doormen.
“Henry,” Donghae poked Henry’s side. “Go talk to them.”
“No. Hyung, I’m tired,” Henry mumbled, jetlagged more so than anyone else since he’d offered Kibum to trade seats so he could watch Donghae throughout the flight, and ended up not sleeping at all. “Lemme go inside.”
“But Henry!” Eunhyuk pestered, smiling wickedly. “Please?”
Henry shot him a death glare, because he knew he was only doing it to encourage Donghae, but promptly threw his arm over Kibum’s shoulder and marched to one of the doormen, muttering under his breath, “come on, Kibummie, let’s test out that English of yours.”
Kibum tried to fight him, but gave up after Donghae clapped in triumph.
Eeteuk watched as Henry asked for a picture, something the doormen seemed to have no problem doing. There was a brief scuffle, as Zhou Mi and Donghae wrangled up as many people as they could for the picture, including a loudly protesting Kyuhyun, and a zombie Shindong. Eeteuk sighed and went to take his own picture, pushing Heechul into frame as he passed. He grunted, rubbed his butt, and then sighed, leaning against Kyuhyun sleepily while another doormen took a couple of pictures.
“So what’s the plan again?” Heechul asked, sitting on the bed.
It was the next day and they were all gathered in Eeteuk’s room, though really, they didn’t have assigned rooms. All that mattered was that they didn’t overcrowd the rooms. Besides that Eeteuk couldn’t care who slept with whom. Or who didn’t sleep with whom.
Oh and everyone had to have a bed. No one was sleeping on the floor if they had seven rooms rented.
“It’s a vacation Heechul. There are no rules,” he tried to explain patiently.
“I want to take Ryeowook somewhere today,” Yesung said from where he was seated on the floor, Ryeowook half asleep against his shoulder.
“Okay. That’s fine. Anyone else have plans?”
Siwon raised his hand but put it down just as quick when he got kicked in the side by Heechul. “What?”
“You are coming with me.”
Siwon’s eyes went wide and then he smiled. “Oh. Okay! I wanted to go to Coit Tower, and maybe see some of the Painted Ladies. They are those really famous house-”
“No. We’re not doing that. I already have plans. You’re doing those with me.”
Siwon’s face dropped but he didn’t say anything.
Eeteuk sighed and rubbed his face. One day he would explain abusive relationships to Siwon. Or maybe he’d let Kangin handle it.
“What about you hyung?” Sungmin asked.
Eeteuk smiled widely. “I have a spa packet for today and tomorrow. I’ll be relaxing all day. I just want to make sure everyone knows what they are doing.”
“Ah.” Sungmin turned away. “Shindong, you sure you don’t want to come with us?” He asked, leaning over to poke him in the side.
Shindong gave a look at who Sungmin meant by “us” and shook his head. “I’m fine. I don’t really consider dealing with those two a vacation.”
Sungmin looked at Donghae and Eunhyuk, quietly play fighting beside Heechul. “Yeah. But. Henry will be with us. And he speaks English so we won’t get lost.”
“Not worth it.” Shindong said with a wave of his hands.
Eeteuk looked at Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun. “And I take it you two have plans.”
“Video games!” Kyuhyun said throwing his hands into the air until Zhou Mi slapped him across the chest with a loud thwack.
“No. You’re coming with me. And we are going sight seeing.”
Kyuhyun rubbed his chest, frowning and looking back at the bed where Heechul was trying to contain his cackles. “I don’t want you hanging out with Heechul anymore. You never used to hit me as hard.”
Zhou Mi just stuck his tongue out.
Henry raised his hand. “Are we dismissed?”
Eeteuk sighed and motioned to the door. “Class dismissed.”
Ryeowook had been surprised when they got out of the cab and he saw the sign that read “San Francisco Zoo.” It took him a moment to read it, but then he heard animal sounds and he looked right at Yesung.
“You didn’t have to. Really.”
Yesung sighed and shooed him towards the entrance. “I wanted to take you here. Don’t worry. Come on I’m going to pay. You just tell me what exhibits you want to see.”
The map had a suggested path to take but Ryeowook knew that he didn’t really want to see the bears so they’d need to cut out some parts. Yesung teased him for a moment about going into the children’s part of the zoo, but one whack of the map shut him up at that, and had him whimpering pitifully until Ryeowook took his hand and held it for the rest of the day.
“Where are we going again?”
“I told you. It’s called the Ka-Stro or something.”
“And why did you want to go?”
Heechul stopped on the stairs down to the underground subway. “Because this book says it’s the place to get drinks, and has good bars.” He waved his book to make his point and then sighed, stalking back up the stairs to grab hold of Siwon’s hand. “Come on.”
“But, it’s ten in the morning.”
“It also says it has okay shopping. I figure by noon we’ll be ready to drink.”
The platform wasn’t that crowded, and it only took a moment for both of them to figure out which way they had to go.
“Outbound,” Heechul said in English and pointed.
They double checked to make sure they were getting on the right train, “K, L or M,” Siwon repeated off the map, and then it was just a matter of waiting to get off the right station.
“Hey, it’s a good thing these aren’t that crowded,” Heechul said nudging Siwon in the stomach. “We got seats.” He crinkled his nose and shot a look at the person sitting on the other side of the train. He was obviously homeless, and smelled it.
Siwon nodded, looking through the tour guide. “Hey hyung?” Heechul grunted, looking out the window as they pulled into the next station. Van Ness “It says here there are bookstores around this area. Can we stop in one?”
“Why do you need to go to a bookstore? There are bookstores in Korea.”
“But the English books aren’t as expensive here.”
“Didn’t you get your fill of books when you were in New York earlier?”
Siwon shook his head and Heechul sighed. “Fine. We’ll stop by one bookstore. Then I want to see places that we can’t see in Korea.”
Siwon beamed and then went back looking in his own guidebook, circling places he wanted to go. They did have a couple days after today, and he thought maybe he’d be able to see a play. He hadn’t been able to see one while he was in New York because that had been for business, and he had been meaning to because he wanted to test his English even more.
He’d bring Henry just in case he got lost though.
The train pulled into their stop and almost the entire car got off and made their way up the stairs. Heechul squinted once they were outside and he reached for his sunglasses.
“Didn’t they say it would be rainy and foggy?” He snorted and put his sunglasses on, dodging a pigeon as he and Siwon made it up to street level. He was looking up and down the street, trying to place himself. He’d never been here, but he’d been looking at the map. He saw a sign for a bar across the street, and another just a bit further down the street.
Siwon was looking around, eyes going from the hoisted rainbow flag to the plaque that read Harvey Milk Memorial Plaza.
Heechul sighed and grabbed him by his forearm. “Let’s go this way.”
He dragged Siwon down the sidewalk, passed a bunch of restaurants. They walked until they reached a point where there were no more stores, just apartments, and turned around to walk down the other street. Heechul seemed to be on a mission for something. Siwon didn’t really mind. He had seen a bookstore on this side of the street while they were walking and that meant they actually were going to go into a store instead of just walking by.
But right before they got to the block Siwon’s bookstore was on, Heechul veered them down a side street, grabbing Siwon by the arm as he did.
Siwon was too shocked to say anything but a babble of, “hyung, bookstore, YOU PROMISED!””
“I saw something interesting this way. We’ll go to your bookstore eventually. It’s only eleven. We have all day.”
“But I thought you wanted to go to a bar?”
Heechul stopped and turned around. “It’s not even noon Siwon. Why would I want to go drinking?”
Siwon’s mouth opened, closed and opened again. Then he just sighed. There was no point in arguing. “What did you see?” It was better to ask that instead of trying to tell Heechul that he was wrong.
Heechul stopped in front of a shop and grinned. “Chocolate.”
Siwon looked at the quaint looking shop, with its big windows that had designs painted on them and the words proclaiming “BUY ONE TRUFFLE GET ONE FREE!”
They walked in, the bell on the door tinkling happily and getting the attention of the man lounging behind the counter. He looked up from where he was reading his magazine and nodded to Heechul and Siwon before going back to his magazine.
“Just ask if you want anything.”
Heechul nodded and started to scour the shelves looking for something. Siwon sighed, content with letting Heechul do whatever he wanted, while he went to the counter and started looking over the different truffles. He’d pick some up for the rest of the members, since Heechul probably wasn’t going to think of them.
Siwon motioned from the man behind the counter, and he was friendly in helping Siwon pick out enough chocolates to satisfy the members. Just as Siwon paid for it Heechul placed what he had picked up. It took a moment for it register, because there was a pile and everything was wrapped. They looked like chocolate lollipops on a stick and Siwon really hoped that Heechul wasn’t planning on eating all of them.
And then it clicked what they were.
“Hyung?! ARE THOSE BREASTS?!”
Heechul nodded, lifting up one white chocolate pair of breasts that had pink-coloured chocolate nipples, and then another that was a dark chocolate penis that was detailed with veins of milk chocolate. “And cocks too. Since I know not everyone would like breasts.”
Siwon stared and then almost threw himself into a flail. “YOU CAN’T JUST BUY CHOCOLATE BREASTS FOR EVERYONE!”
“That’s why I didn’t. I also bought dicks for them.” Heechul was looking at Siwon like he was stupid and Siwon threw his arms around just a bit more.
The guy behind the counter found them amusing and snorted, ringing up the total and asking for the money.
Heechul smiled at him and paid, talking in halted English about how he heard about these and had been meaning to get some for his friends.
“Some for the girls, some for the boys?” The guy asked with a laugh.
“Nope. All of them boys.”
They left to the sound of him laughing loudly.
Shindong was following the bus map he had taken from the front desk. That and the directions of a couple of disinterested looking girls, and then a much too happy man right near the bus station. Shindong had thought about walking the whole way, because he had been told you could walk everywhere in the city, but bus rides could be interesting and telling as well.
And they were.
The bus shut down in the middle of Chinatown, when too many people rushed through the back of the bus without paying, or showing their bus passes, and the driver subsequently lost his mind. Shindong was left standing with the rest of the passengers in the middle of a crowded sidewalk that was far too small because of the giant fruit stalls that took up the majority of the sidewalk.
People pushed around him, and a couple of workers walked past him carrying a whole dead pig into what must have been a butcher’s shop.
Shindong sighed and looked down the street, trying to see if the next bus was coming anytime soon, but traffic was moving at a crawl, as cars tried to avoid hitting the random pedestrian who wandered into the street.
“Well. That sucks.”
He pulled out his map and started following the path of the bus. It was mostly flat, and after he made it to the end of Chinatown and passed a park, there weren’t many people walking. He passed by a comedy club, recognizing the word, and he squinted from across the street to see if he knew the name of the person they were advertising.
Tracy Morgan.
Shindong shook his head, the name familiar but he couldn’t place it without a face. He didn’t know too many American comedians simply because he couldn’t always understand their jokes, but he knew a few.
He continued on his way, passing by very large houses, and he wondered if they were actually apartments. No family needed such a large house.
He knew he’d entered the tourist area once the sidewalks got crowded again. He veered off the bus route, and was proud that he hadn’t had another pass him by (it had been a smart thing to walk). He could smell when he was getting close to the water, and he was soon dodging stall workers who wanted to sell him sweatshirts.
It was getting cool, a lot more so than down by the hotel, and Shindong was regretting not bringing a hoodie with him. The tour books had said to, but with downtown being so warm, he didn’t think it would be that different up in the Wharf.
He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and consulted his guide book. There was a fish market just ahead, and down a block and over there was a wax museum. This was also where he could take a tour boat out to get to Alcatraz. He wasn’t too sure he wanted to visit a prison on vacation though.
He was about to turn around when he looked up and someone suddenly screamed at him. Shindong wouldn’t admit it but he jumped, and then he jumped again as his eyes landed on the man grinning from behind two branches he was holding.
Shindong’s eyes widened and he looked around. A couple other people had jumped as well, but then they laughed, nodding to the man as they kept walking. Shindong had intended on going on his way, but he wanted to see what exactly was going on. He went to the other side of the man with branches, where a few other people were watching, and waited. It didn’t take long before the man did it again, scaring a group of middle school girls and boys.
They all jumped, and laughed, and then waved.
The next group of people he scared tossed some coins inside a jar he had sitting to the side of him.
Shindong blinked because that was different.
And then it kept happening.
Shindong kept watching, not noticing the time passing. The act was a good one, and he couldn’t help but appreciate it.
Henry had never felt so lost and he was in a country where he could navigate the street signs. But it was hard to do that when you had Donghae and Eunhyuk running up and down the street, jumping in and out of shops a mile a moment. And they were only two blocks away from the hotel.
“Oh! Can we go ride one of those?!” Eunhyuk was the one who pointed to a passing cable car and Donghae gave a wave to the people who were riding it, taking pictures of the passing buildings.
“Yeah! Let’s!” Donghae agreed, grabbing hold of Eunhyuk’s wrist and Kibum’s in the other, pulling them further down the street to where the cable cars were stopping.
Henry followed at a slower pace, walking with Sungmin who was filming the passing people with his camera.
“How long do you think it’ll be before they tire themselves out?” Sungmin asked, training the camera on Donghae and Eunhyuk skipping ahead of them. Kibum was sorta flopping along, trying not to jog, but obviously not able to walk as slow as he wanted.
“What time is it now? Ten thirty? They’ll drop by eleven.”
They caught up with the three of them at the stoplight, because luckily they weren’t aiming to get run over by cars, even if all the other pedestrians didn’t seem to care.
“Oh what’s that?” Sungmin asked, aiming his camera at the building on the corner. “Hey. Hey, assholes,” he kicked Eunhyuk in the butt to get his attention. “Before we ride that cable car I’m going in there.”
Eunhyuk looked around, before he set his eyes on the building. “Is that a record shop?”
“Yeah that’s what it looks like.” The signal changed and the five of them headed across the street and into the store.
At the door someone stopped them and said something in English. Henry pushed himself forward so he could hear what he was saying.
“What was that?”
The guy gave him the stink eye. “Bags. You can’t bring them into the store. You need to check them.” He gave a look at Sungmin’s camera. “And no cameras.”
Henry’s eyes went wide and he nodded, taking off his backpack. “Bags,” he said to the other four. “He needs to take them.”
Kibum took of Donghae’s bag since he was just staring confused and handed it to the guy. Eunhyuk and Sungmin followed suit after Henry kept motioning to them.
Once they got their ticket to retrieve their bags when they left they headed up the stairs. Sungmin was disappointed he wasn’t able to film all the CDs and DVDs that were on the two floors. Zhou Mi would flip out if he saw this place. There was an elevator up to the upper floors but Sungmin took one step inside the elevator, wrinkled his nose in disgust at the scent of spoiled milk, and stepped out. He advised the others against going into the elevator as well.
The ding of the bells of the cable cars distracted Donghae though, and he pestered everyone to go back downstairs so they could get on the cable cars.
Except.
There was a line. A very long line.
“No,” Kibum said simply.
Donghae looked crushed. “But. But.”
Kibum looked back at the line. “Henry, go ask someone near the front how long they’ve been waiting.” Henry blinked but went off, through the crowd of people to do as he was told. By the time he got back to inform them that the people at the front had been waiting almost ninety minutes Donghae’s face fell and he sighed, looking longingly at a passing cable car that didn’t have any passengers.
“But.”
“Who wants to wait two hours to get a bus?”
Donghae raised his hand, and after he jabbed Eunhyuk in the stomach, he reluctantly raised his as well.
“We’ll find something else to do,” Kibum declared, wrapping his arm around Donghae’s shoulder. “You don’t really want to wait.”
Donghae let out a sigh and let himself be pulled down the street, through the crowd of people and onto the main road.
Henry had pulled out a tour guide, and was looking through it. “Well. We can take one of the rail cars on this street down into the Castro. And back up that way,” he turned around to point back the way they had come, “is Chinatown, and Little Italy. And over that way,” he looked back towards them and pointed left, “is part of the bay. And so we can walk around the docks and apparently there are sea lions at some point.”
“What about that way?” Eunhyuk pointed to the right.
Henry looked at his map. “Apparently there’s a Japan town, shopping district thing. It’s that way. We’d have a few blocks to walk up though. And then there is the Mission district. The guide says there are a lot of thrift stores that way.”
“Let’s go there then,” Sungmin said, leaning over Henry’s shoulder to look at the pictures inside the guide. “And then we’ll see about going somewhere else.”
Henry and Sungmin looked to the other three to see if that was okay and Donghae nodded sullenly, while Kibum and Eunhyuk shrugged.
Henry nodded and unfolded the map. “This way then.”
They headed west down Market Street and Henry had them turn left to go a block down so they were on Mission Street.
“I guess it’s just a bit of a walk down this way. But this is Mission Street, and so it’ll lead to the Mission District.”
It only took a couple moments for Henry to realize something was wrong. Most of the buildings on this block were empty, and the sign right ahead of him proclaimed XXX VIDEOS, LIVE PREVIEW ROOM. Even with the bright sun beating down on them it didn’t make the block look any better.
Especially since he wasn’t sure if the guy they had just walked past was passed out or if he was dead. The flies roaming right above his head weren’t helping Henry figure out which one it was.
Donghae and Eunhyuk didn’t seem to notice, too busy talking as they walked, and so Henry tried to ignore how deserted the streets got, and how each person they passed smelled more and more like alcohol and piss.
Maybe they should have taken the bus.
They walked under a highway underpass, and Kibum had to grab hold of the back of Eunhyuk and Donghae’s shirts to stop them from getting hit by a car coming off the highway. The amount of homeless people they passed didn’t decrease but at least the buildings stopped looking as sketchy as they kept walking. And the sidewalk wasn’t as deserted, which helped.
Soon enough there were shops on every side of them, and people walking in and out of them, not apologizing as they knocked into everyone. Henry spotted about five different Chinese restaurants, and a couple ones that promised El Salvadorian food. He wasn’t hungry yet, but he could be if the food tasted as good as it smelled.
Sungmin had taken his camera back out, and was filming everyone as they walked by. Some people shot the camera a dirty look, but most ignored him, going about their lives. People were talking in a mix of English and Spanish, and sometimes they would pass someone speaking Chinese and Henry saw Donghae and Sungmin perk up, trying to piece together what was being said, only to droop their shoulders when they realized it was Cantonese instead of Mandarin.
Shops were beginning to spill into the sidewalks and as they neared what must be a big intersection of bus stops, the crowd of people got thicker. Henry kept looking around to make sure no one got lost, because that was the last thing they needed. He pushed past some teenage girls who seemed to think it was fine to bathe in their perfume, and took a deep breath of fresh air once he was out of the crowd of people.
He looked around and counted. Kibum. Sungmin. Eunhyuk.
“Where’s Donghae?” They all asked at the same time.
They looked around in all different directions and Kibum pointed to the other side of the street. “I’ll go look back that way.”
“I’ll come with you.”
Henry fidgeted and pulled out his phone. And then cursed. “He didn’t bring his phone did he?”
“They don’t work here anyway,” Kibum said simply, heading back to the corner to go across the street. “Stay. We’ll come back to you.”
Henry frowned and wanted to protest but Sungmin nodded and they took a seat at the bus station right there.
“What caught his eye, do you think?” Henry asked, adjusting his backpack strap.
“Knowing Donghae? Probably something shiny.”
“Or food.”
“I don’t know why he’d be hungry. We ate a big breakfast.”
“He’s Donghae.”
“True.” Sungmin was playing with his camera, replaying some of what he filmed.
Henry looked back towards the corner, wondering where Kibum and Eunhyuk could be, trying to find Donghae. Maybe he should go after them. Eeteuk was going to kill them if they lost someone.
“Hey if he didn’t get hit by a car or kidnapped in Taiwan, I’m sure he’ll be fine here.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well think about all the fans we had stalking us. If one of us got lost they would just pick us off like a wounded deer. And we’d never be heard from again.”
Henry gave him a weird look. “Comforting hyung.”
“Oh look they found him.” Sungmin stood up just in time for a little old lady to sit down and Henry got up just as quickly, looking over to the corner where Donghae was in between Eunhyuk and Kibum carrying a bag full of what looked like sandwiches.
They both jogged over them and met them mid-street. Kibum sighed and pointed to the other side of the street.
“You can’t just stop in the middle of the street. Go. Shoo.” He got them all over to the other side of the street and Donghae leaned against the brick wall that lead down to BART. Whatever that was.
“I bought sandwiches!” He declared, pulling out five different types of subs.
Henry looked at him like he was crazy. “You could have told us.”
“I did! No one listened to me.”
Henry looked at Kibum for confirmation and he just shrugged. “Thank you hyung,” he said taking his own sandwich.
“You’re welcome Kibummie!”
“It would have been quicker to take a cab,” Kyuhyun complained once they finally got off the bus and were hit with a strong wind. He had not dressed for this at all.
“But we wouldn’t have had as much fun!” Zhou Mi said happily, waving to the bus driver as he followed Kyuhyun outside. He shivered and smiled. “It’s chilly.”
“No shit.”
“It was warmer in what was it called? Daly City?”
“Yeah I think that’s what it was.” They had sat at a bus stop for twenty minutes waiting for this bus to pick them up to take them to the bridge. It had been fun though. An elderly woman had recognized Zhou Mi and then Kyuhyun and had chatted their ear off the whole time they waited about how much her granddaughter liked their band. Zhou Mi had been more than happy to talk to her while Kyuhyun just stared blankly, trying to keep up with the conversation.
He signed the autograph though. Because he was nice.
“So are we gonna walk this whole thing?” He asked, crossing his arms against the cold breeze.
Zhou Mi nodded. “That’s the plan.”
“I am not taking your picture the whole time.”
Zhou Mi laughed, patting his camera. “I’ll just take yours. It’s no problem.”
Kyuhyun shook his head and they made their way up onto the sidewalk to start walking the bridge.
“How long is this again?”
“A little longer than a kilometer.”
“At least I’ll be warm by the end of this.”
“Kui Xian.”
“Yeah?”
“Stop complaining and start walking.”
Kyuhyun sighed but closed his mouth. By the time they reached the middle of the bridge, and he could feel the bridge start to shake when a particularly strong gust went by, he was enjoying himself. Zhou Mi was snapping photos left and right, and half of the time Kyuhyun was in them.
And he even took a couple pictures of Zhou Mi while they dodged bicyclists who seemed intent on running them over.
Heechul somehow managed to send a text to all of their phones with an address and a threat.
If you don’t come I will hunt you down and disembowel you.
The address, not surprisingly, was a bar, and Heechul and Siwon seemed to have been there for quite a while from the looks of it. Siwon had a very pretty woman in his lap, who he was giggling with while he continued to drink his beer and Heechul was talking loudly with the bartender who had tattoos and his ears gauged to 00.
Ryeowook and Yesung were the last to arrive, because even though the zoo had closed at five, they had walked down to the beach and walked along it until the sun set, and then they had almost an hour ride to get to Castro station.
Someone walked by in ass-less chaps and Henry had to ask.
“Hyung. Does anyone know this is a gay bar?”
Heechul looked over to where Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun were taking a shot and hanging over each other. Next to them Donghae and Eunhyuk had gotten into a game of darts with a man wearing next to nothing, and his female friend decked out in leather. Even Eeteuk was laughing at the bar with the bartender, like he actually understood what was going on.
“I don’t think anyone cares.”
Henry looked over to Siwon who was getting dragged into the bathroom by his lady friend.
“He doesn’t know that’s a dude, does he?”
Heechul shrugged. “I think he’s drunk enough not to care. Oh! I got you some chocolate!” He grabbed a chocolate penis out of his bag and handed it to Henry. “Enjoy.”
Fin
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Gen
Rating: E is for Everyone
Summary: Suju goes to San Francisco. Life couldn’t get better.
Notes: For sgcharbor for help_japan lightning round. She asked for "Suju in SF" because I had been whining about missing the city :(
And thanks for umberela for listening to me whine about writers block for this. :)
You see originally, Eeteuk thought this was going to be a great idea.
“Think about it guys! Vacation! In a far off place! No one will recognize us!”
No one was very impressed though.
“I got noticed in Italy. I didn’t even know we had Italian fans!” Eunhyuk complained.
“That’s because you painstakingly put on your makeup everyday. If you didn’t do that no one would recognize you,” Heechul chimed in, twirling his cell phone of the table.
“Why am I part of this meeting again?” Kangin’s voice came out tinny through Heechul’s phone. “I’m not able to go.”
“Yah! If I have to sit through it, so do you,” Heechul said picking the phone up and screaming into the microphone.
Everyone was silent for a moment and then the phone clicked off. Everyone, managers included, stared at Heechul as his eyes went wide with shock at the realization that Kangin had just hung up on him. He chucked his phone across the table and it hit Henry square in the chest. He grunted and rubbed where it had hit, frowning.
“I wouldn’t mind going to America,” he muttered.
Donghae threw his arms up into the air. “If Henry is going, I will too! And so will Hyukkie and Kibummie! And everyone!” He smiled very brightly at everyone and no one had the heart to argue with him.
“So we’re agreed?” Eeteuk asked, hands clasped together in excitement.
Everyone let out a variety of grunts in agreement.
They stayed in downtown, but Eeteuk thought maybe it was a mistake, because the hotel they were staying at had all of their doormen dressed in period attire. Apparently it went theme of the hotel, something about a famous English pirate, but all Eeteuk knew was that it distracted Donghae and Eunhyuk from actually entering the hotel, and both of them had grabbed whoever they could (Kibum, Henry and Zhou Mi from the looks of it) and kept staring at the doormen.
“Henry,” Donghae poked Henry’s side. “Go talk to them.”
“No. Hyung, I’m tired,” Henry mumbled, jetlagged more so than anyone else since he’d offered Kibum to trade seats so he could watch Donghae throughout the flight, and ended up not sleeping at all. “Lemme go inside.”
“But Henry!” Eunhyuk pestered, smiling wickedly. “Please?”
Henry shot him a death glare, because he knew he was only doing it to encourage Donghae, but promptly threw his arm over Kibum’s shoulder and marched to one of the doormen, muttering under his breath, “come on, Kibummie, let’s test out that English of yours.”
Kibum tried to fight him, but gave up after Donghae clapped in triumph.
Eeteuk watched as Henry asked for a picture, something the doormen seemed to have no problem doing. There was a brief scuffle, as Zhou Mi and Donghae wrangled up as many people as they could for the picture, including a loudly protesting Kyuhyun, and a zombie Shindong. Eeteuk sighed and went to take his own picture, pushing Heechul into frame as he passed. He grunted, rubbed his butt, and then sighed, leaning against Kyuhyun sleepily while another doormen took a couple of pictures.
“So what’s the plan again?” Heechul asked, sitting on the bed.
It was the next day and they were all gathered in Eeteuk’s room, though really, they didn’t have assigned rooms. All that mattered was that they didn’t overcrowd the rooms. Besides that Eeteuk couldn’t care who slept with whom. Or who didn’t sleep with whom.
Oh and everyone had to have a bed. No one was sleeping on the floor if they had seven rooms rented.
“It’s a vacation Heechul. There are no rules,” he tried to explain patiently.
“I want to take Ryeowook somewhere today,” Yesung said from where he was seated on the floor, Ryeowook half asleep against his shoulder.
“Okay. That’s fine. Anyone else have plans?”
Siwon raised his hand but put it down just as quick when he got kicked in the side by Heechul. “What?”
“You are coming with me.”
Siwon’s eyes went wide and then he smiled. “Oh. Okay! I wanted to go to Coit Tower, and maybe see some of the Painted Ladies. They are those really famous house-”
“No. We’re not doing that. I already have plans. You’re doing those with me.”
Siwon’s face dropped but he didn’t say anything.
Eeteuk sighed and rubbed his face. One day he would explain abusive relationships to Siwon. Or maybe he’d let Kangin handle it.
“What about you hyung?” Sungmin asked.
Eeteuk smiled widely. “I have a spa packet for today and tomorrow. I’ll be relaxing all day. I just want to make sure everyone knows what they are doing.”
“Ah.” Sungmin turned away. “Shindong, you sure you don’t want to come with us?” He asked, leaning over to poke him in the side.
Shindong gave a look at who Sungmin meant by “us” and shook his head. “I’m fine. I don’t really consider dealing with those two a vacation.”
Sungmin looked at Donghae and Eunhyuk, quietly play fighting beside Heechul. “Yeah. But. Henry will be with us. And he speaks English so we won’t get lost.”
“Not worth it.” Shindong said with a wave of his hands.
Eeteuk looked at Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun. “And I take it you two have plans.”
“Video games!” Kyuhyun said throwing his hands into the air until Zhou Mi slapped him across the chest with a loud thwack.
“No. You’re coming with me. And we are going sight seeing.”
Kyuhyun rubbed his chest, frowning and looking back at the bed where Heechul was trying to contain his cackles. “I don’t want you hanging out with Heechul anymore. You never used to hit me as hard.”
Zhou Mi just stuck his tongue out.
Henry raised his hand. “Are we dismissed?”
Eeteuk sighed and motioned to the door. “Class dismissed.”
Ryeowook had been surprised when they got out of the cab and he saw the sign that read “San Francisco Zoo.” It took him a moment to read it, but then he heard animal sounds and he looked right at Yesung.
“You didn’t have to. Really.”
Yesung sighed and shooed him towards the entrance. “I wanted to take you here. Don’t worry. Come on I’m going to pay. You just tell me what exhibits you want to see.”
The map had a suggested path to take but Ryeowook knew that he didn’t really want to see the bears so they’d need to cut out some parts. Yesung teased him for a moment about going into the children’s part of the zoo, but one whack of the map shut him up at that, and had him whimpering pitifully until Ryeowook took his hand and held it for the rest of the day.
“Where are we going again?”
“I told you. It’s called the Ka-Stro or something.”
“And why did you want to go?”
Heechul stopped on the stairs down to the underground subway. “Because this book says it’s the place to get drinks, and has good bars.” He waved his book to make his point and then sighed, stalking back up the stairs to grab hold of Siwon’s hand. “Come on.”
“But, it’s ten in the morning.”
“It also says it has okay shopping. I figure by noon we’ll be ready to drink.”
The platform wasn’t that crowded, and it only took a moment for both of them to figure out which way they had to go.
“Outbound,” Heechul said in English and pointed.
They double checked to make sure they were getting on the right train, “K, L or M,” Siwon repeated off the map, and then it was just a matter of waiting to get off the right station.
“Hey, it’s a good thing these aren’t that crowded,” Heechul said nudging Siwon in the stomach. “We got seats.” He crinkled his nose and shot a look at the person sitting on the other side of the train. He was obviously homeless, and smelled it.
Siwon nodded, looking through the tour guide. “Hey hyung?” Heechul grunted, looking out the window as they pulled into the next station. Van Ness “It says here there are bookstores around this area. Can we stop in one?”
“Why do you need to go to a bookstore? There are bookstores in Korea.”
“But the English books aren’t as expensive here.”
“Didn’t you get your fill of books when you were in New York earlier?”
Siwon shook his head and Heechul sighed. “Fine. We’ll stop by one bookstore. Then I want to see places that we can’t see in Korea.”
Siwon beamed and then went back looking in his own guidebook, circling places he wanted to go. They did have a couple days after today, and he thought maybe he’d be able to see a play. He hadn’t been able to see one while he was in New York because that had been for business, and he had been meaning to because he wanted to test his English even more.
He’d bring Henry just in case he got lost though.
The train pulled into their stop and almost the entire car got off and made their way up the stairs. Heechul squinted once they were outside and he reached for his sunglasses.
“Didn’t they say it would be rainy and foggy?” He snorted and put his sunglasses on, dodging a pigeon as he and Siwon made it up to street level. He was looking up and down the street, trying to place himself. He’d never been here, but he’d been looking at the map. He saw a sign for a bar across the street, and another just a bit further down the street.
Siwon was looking around, eyes going from the hoisted rainbow flag to the plaque that read Harvey Milk Memorial Plaza.
Heechul sighed and grabbed him by his forearm. “Let’s go this way.”
He dragged Siwon down the sidewalk, passed a bunch of restaurants. They walked until they reached a point where there were no more stores, just apartments, and turned around to walk down the other street. Heechul seemed to be on a mission for something. Siwon didn’t really mind. He had seen a bookstore on this side of the street while they were walking and that meant they actually were going to go into a store instead of just walking by.
But right before they got to the block Siwon’s bookstore was on, Heechul veered them down a side street, grabbing Siwon by the arm as he did.
Siwon was too shocked to say anything but a babble of, “hyung, bookstore, YOU PROMISED!””
“I saw something interesting this way. We’ll go to your bookstore eventually. It’s only eleven. We have all day.”
“But I thought you wanted to go to a bar?”
Heechul stopped and turned around. “It’s not even noon Siwon. Why would I want to go drinking?”
Siwon’s mouth opened, closed and opened again. Then he just sighed. There was no point in arguing. “What did you see?” It was better to ask that instead of trying to tell Heechul that he was wrong.
Heechul stopped in front of a shop and grinned. “Chocolate.”
Siwon looked at the quaint looking shop, with its big windows that had designs painted on them and the words proclaiming “BUY ONE TRUFFLE GET ONE FREE!”
They walked in, the bell on the door tinkling happily and getting the attention of the man lounging behind the counter. He looked up from where he was reading his magazine and nodded to Heechul and Siwon before going back to his magazine.
“Just ask if you want anything.”
Heechul nodded and started to scour the shelves looking for something. Siwon sighed, content with letting Heechul do whatever he wanted, while he went to the counter and started looking over the different truffles. He’d pick some up for the rest of the members, since Heechul probably wasn’t going to think of them.
Siwon motioned from the man behind the counter, and he was friendly in helping Siwon pick out enough chocolates to satisfy the members. Just as Siwon paid for it Heechul placed what he had picked up. It took a moment for it register, because there was a pile and everything was wrapped. They looked like chocolate lollipops on a stick and Siwon really hoped that Heechul wasn’t planning on eating all of them.
And then it clicked what they were.
“Hyung?! ARE THOSE BREASTS?!”
Heechul nodded, lifting up one white chocolate pair of breasts that had pink-coloured chocolate nipples, and then another that was a dark chocolate penis that was detailed with veins of milk chocolate. “And cocks too. Since I know not everyone would like breasts.”
Siwon stared and then almost threw himself into a flail. “YOU CAN’T JUST BUY CHOCOLATE BREASTS FOR EVERYONE!”
“That’s why I didn’t. I also bought dicks for them.” Heechul was looking at Siwon like he was stupid and Siwon threw his arms around just a bit more.
The guy behind the counter found them amusing and snorted, ringing up the total and asking for the money.
Heechul smiled at him and paid, talking in halted English about how he heard about these and had been meaning to get some for his friends.
“Some for the girls, some for the boys?” The guy asked with a laugh.
“Nope. All of them boys.”
They left to the sound of him laughing loudly.
Shindong was following the bus map he had taken from the front desk. That and the directions of a couple of disinterested looking girls, and then a much too happy man right near the bus station. Shindong had thought about walking the whole way, because he had been told you could walk everywhere in the city, but bus rides could be interesting and telling as well.
And they were.
The bus shut down in the middle of Chinatown, when too many people rushed through the back of the bus without paying, or showing their bus passes, and the driver subsequently lost his mind. Shindong was left standing with the rest of the passengers in the middle of a crowded sidewalk that was far too small because of the giant fruit stalls that took up the majority of the sidewalk.
People pushed around him, and a couple of workers walked past him carrying a whole dead pig into what must have been a butcher’s shop.
Shindong sighed and looked down the street, trying to see if the next bus was coming anytime soon, but traffic was moving at a crawl, as cars tried to avoid hitting the random pedestrian who wandered into the street.
“Well. That sucks.”
He pulled out his map and started following the path of the bus. It was mostly flat, and after he made it to the end of Chinatown and passed a park, there weren’t many people walking. He passed by a comedy club, recognizing the word, and he squinted from across the street to see if he knew the name of the person they were advertising.
Tracy Morgan.
Shindong shook his head, the name familiar but he couldn’t place it without a face. He didn’t know too many American comedians simply because he couldn’t always understand their jokes, but he knew a few.
He continued on his way, passing by very large houses, and he wondered if they were actually apartments. No family needed such a large house.
He knew he’d entered the tourist area once the sidewalks got crowded again. He veered off the bus route, and was proud that he hadn’t had another pass him by (it had been a smart thing to walk). He could smell when he was getting close to the water, and he was soon dodging stall workers who wanted to sell him sweatshirts.
It was getting cool, a lot more so than down by the hotel, and Shindong was regretting not bringing a hoodie with him. The tour books had said to, but with downtown being so warm, he didn’t think it would be that different up in the Wharf.
He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and consulted his guide book. There was a fish market just ahead, and down a block and over there was a wax museum. This was also where he could take a tour boat out to get to Alcatraz. He wasn’t too sure he wanted to visit a prison on vacation though.
He was about to turn around when he looked up and someone suddenly screamed at him. Shindong wouldn’t admit it but he jumped, and then he jumped again as his eyes landed on the man grinning from behind two branches he was holding.
Shindong’s eyes widened and he looked around. A couple other people had jumped as well, but then they laughed, nodding to the man as they kept walking. Shindong had intended on going on his way, but he wanted to see what exactly was going on. He went to the other side of the man with branches, where a few other people were watching, and waited. It didn’t take long before the man did it again, scaring a group of middle school girls and boys.
They all jumped, and laughed, and then waved.
The next group of people he scared tossed some coins inside a jar he had sitting to the side of him.
Shindong blinked because that was different.
And then it kept happening.
Shindong kept watching, not noticing the time passing. The act was a good one, and he couldn’t help but appreciate it.
Henry had never felt so lost and he was in a country where he could navigate the street signs. But it was hard to do that when you had Donghae and Eunhyuk running up and down the street, jumping in and out of shops a mile a moment. And they were only two blocks away from the hotel.
“Oh! Can we go ride one of those?!” Eunhyuk was the one who pointed to a passing cable car and Donghae gave a wave to the people who were riding it, taking pictures of the passing buildings.
“Yeah! Let’s!” Donghae agreed, grabbing hold of Eunhyuk’s wrist and Kibum’s in the other, pulling them further down the street to where the cable cars were stopping.
Henry followed at a slower pace, walking with Sungmin who was filming the passing people with his camera.
“How long do you think it’ll be before they tire themselves out?” Sungmin asked, training the camera on Donghae and Eunhyuk skipping ahead of them. Kibum was sorta flopping along, trying not to jog, but obviously not able to walk as slow as he wanted.
“What time is it now? Ten thirty? They’ll drop by eleven.”
They caught up with the three of them at the stoplight, because luckily they weren’t aiming to get run over by cars, even if all the other pedestrians didn’t seem to care.
“Oh what’s that?” Sungmin asked, aiming his camera at the building on the corner. “Hey. Hey, assholes,” he kicked Eunhyuk in the butt to get his attention. “Before we ride that cable car I’m going in there.”
Eunhyuk looked around, before he set his eyes on the building. “Is that a record shop?”
“Yeah that’s what it looks like.” The signal changed and the five of them headed across the street and into the store.
At the door someone stopped them and said something in English. Henry pushed himself forward so he could hear what he was saying.
“What was that?”
The guy gave him the stink eye. “Bags. You can’t bring them into the store. You need to check them.” He gave a look at Sungmin’s camera. “And no cameras.”
Henry’s eyes went wide and he nodded, taking off his backpack. “Bags,” he said to the other four. “He needs to take them.”
Kibum took of Donghae’s bag since he was just staring confused and handed it to the guy. Eunhyuk and Sungmin followed suit after Henry kept motioning to them.
Once they got their ticket to retrieve their bags when they left they headed up the stairs. Sungmin was disappointed he wasn’t able to film all the CDs and DVDs that were on the two floors. Zhou Mi would flip out if he saw this place. There was an elevator up to the upper floors but Sungmin took one step inside the elevator, wrinkled his nose in disgust at the scent of spoiled milk, and stepped out. He advised the others against going into the elevator as well.
The ding of the bells of the cable cars distracted Donghae though, and he pestered everyone to go back downstairs so they could get on the cable cars.
Except.
There was a line. A very long line.
“No,” Kibum said simply.
Donghae looked crushed. “But. But.”
Kibum looked back at the line. “Henry, go ask someone near the front how long they’ve been waiting.” Henry blinked but went off, through the crowd of people to do as he was told. By the time he got back to inform them that the people at the front had been waiting almost ninety minutes Donghae’s face fell and he sighed, looking longingly at a passing cable car that didn’t have any passengers.
“But.”
“Who wants to wait two hours to get a bus?”
Donghae raised his hand, and after he jabbed Eunhyuk in the stomach, he reluctantly raised his as well.
“We’ll find something else to do,” Kibum declared, wrapping his arm around Donghae’s shoulder. “You don’t really want to wait.”
Donghae let out a sigh and let himself be pulled down the street, through the crowd of people and onto the main road.
Henry had pulled out a tour guide, and was looking through it. “Well. We can take one of the rail cars on this street down into the Castro. And back up that way,” he turned around to point back the way they had come, “is Chinatown, and Little Italy. And over that way,” he looked back towards them and pointed left, “is part of the bay. And so we can walk around the docks and apparently there are sea lions at some point.”
“What about that way?” Eunhyuk pointed to the right.
Henry looked at his map. “Apparently there’s a Japan town, shopping district thing. It’s that way. We’d have a few blocks to walk up though. And then there is the Mission district. The guide says there are a lot of thrift stores that way.”
“Let’s go there then,” Sungmin said, leaning over Henry’s shoulder to look at the pictures inside the guide. “And then we’ll see about going somewhere else.”
Henry and Sungmin looked to the other three to see if that was okay and Donghae nodded sullenly, while Kibum and Eunhyuk shrugged.
Henry nodded and unfolded the map. “This way then.”
They headed west down Market Street and Henry had them turn left to go a block down so they were on Mission Street.
“I guess it’s just a bit of a walk down this way. But this is Mission Street, and so it’ll lead to the Mission District.”
It only took a couple moments for Henry to realize something was wrong. Most of the buildings on this block were empty, and the sign right ahead of him proclaimed XXX VIDEOS, LIVE PREVIEW ROOM. Even with the bright sun beating down on them it didn’t make the block look any better.
Especially since he wasn’t sure if the guy they had just walked past was passed out or if he was dead. The flies roaming right above his head weren’t helping Henry figure out which one it was.
Donghae and Eunhyuk didn’t seem to notice, too busy talking as they walked, and so Henry tried to ignore how deserted the streets got, and how each person they passed smelled more and more like alcohol and piss.
Maybe they should have taken the bus.
They walked under a highway underpass, and Kibum had to grab hold of the back of Eunhyuk and Donghae’s shirts to stop them from getting hit by a car coming off the highway. The amount of homeless people they passed didn’t decrease but at least the buildings stopped looking as sketchy as they kept walking. And the sidewalk wasn’t as deserted, which helped.
Soon enough there were shops on every side of them, and people walking in and out of them, not apologizing as they knocked into everyone. Henry spotted about five different Chinese restaurants, and a couple ones that promised El Salvadorian food. He wasn’t hungry yet, but he could be if the food tasted as good as it smelled.
Sungmin had taken his camera back out, and was filming everyone as they walked by. Some people shot the camera a dirty look, but most ignored him, going about their lives. People were talking in a mix of English and Spanish, and sometimes they would pass someone speaking Chinese and Henry saw Donghae and Sungmin perk up, trying to piece together what was being said, only to droop their shoulders when they realized it was Cantonese instead of Mandarin.
Shops were beginning to spill into the sidewalks and as they neared what must be a big intersection of bus stops, the crowd of people got thicker. Henry kept looking around to make sure no one got lost, because that was the last thing they needed. He pushed past some teenage girls who seemed to think it was fine to bathe in their perfume, and took a deep breath of fresh air once he was out of the crowd of people.
He looked around and counted. Kibum. Sungmin. Eunhyuk.
“Where’s Donghae?” They all asked at the same time.
They looked around in all different directions and Kibum pointed to the other side of the street. “I’ll go look back that way.”
“I’ll come with you.”
Henry fidgeted and pulled out his phone. And then cursed. “He didn’t bring his phone did he?”
“They don’t work here anyway,” Kibum said simply, heading back to the corner to go across the street. “Stay. We’ll come back to you.”
Henry frowned and wanted to protest but Sungmin nodded and they took a seat at the bus station right there.
“What caught his eye, do you think?” Henry asked, adjusting his backpack strap.
“Knowing Donghae? Probably something shiny.”
“Or food.”
“I don’t know why he’d be hungry. We ate a big breakfast.”
“He’s Donghae.”
“True.” Sungmin was playing with his camera, replaying some of what he filmed.
Henry looked back towards the corner, wondering where Kibum and Eunhyuk could be, trying to find Donghae. Maybe he should go after them. Eeteuk was going to kill them if they lost someone.
“Hey if he didn’t get hit by a car or kidnapped in Taiwan, I’m sure he’ll be fine here.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well think about all the fans we had stalking us. If one of us got lost they would just pick us off like a wounded deer. And we’d never be heard from again.”
Henry gave him a weird look. “Comforting hyung.”
“Oh look they found him.” Sungmin stood up just in time for a little old lady to sit down and Henry got up just as quickly, looking over to the corner where Donghae was in between Eunhyuk and Kibum carrying a bag full of what looked like sandwiches.
They both jogged over them and met them mid-street. Kibum sighed and pointed to the other side of the street.
“You can’t just stop in the middle of the street. Go. Shoo.” He got them all over to the other side of the street and Donghae leaned against the brick wall that lead down to BART. Whatever that was.
“I bought sandwiches!” He declared, pulling out five different types of subs.
Henry looked at him like he was crazy. “You could have told us.”
“I did! No one listened to me.”
Henry looked at Kibum for confirmation and he just shrugged. “Thank you hyung,” he said taking his own sandwich.
“You’re welcome Kibummie!”
“It would have been quicker to take a cab,” Kyuhyun complained once they finally got off the bus and were hit with a strong wind. He had not dressed for this at all.
“But we wouldn’t have had as much fun!” Zhou Mi said happily, waving to the bus driver as he followed Kyuhyun outside. He shivered and smiled. “It’s chilly.”
“No shit.”
“It was warmer in what was it called? Daly City?”
“Yeah I think that’s what it was.” They had sat at a bus stop for twenty minutes waiting for this bus to pick them up to take them to the bridge. It had been fun though. An elderly woman had recognized Zhou Mi and then Kyuhyun and had chatted their ear off the whole time they waited about how much her granddaughter liked their band. Zhou Mi had been more than happy to talk to her while Kyuhyun just stared blankly, trying to keep up with the conversation.
He signed the autograph though. Because he was nice.
“So are we gonna walk this whole thing?” He asked, crossing his arms against the cold breeze.
Zhou Mi nodded. “That’s the plan.”
“I am not taking your picture the whole time.”
Zhou Mi laughed, patting his camera. “I’ll just take yours. It’s no problem.”
Kyuhyun shook his head and they made their way up onto the sidewalk to start walking the bridge.
“How long is this again?”
“A little longer than a kilometer.”
“At least I’ll be warm by the end of this.”
“Kui Xian.”
“Yeah?”
“Stop complaining and start walking.”
Kyuhyun sighed but closed his mouth. By the time they reached the middle of the bridge, and he could feel the bridge start to shake when a particularly strong gust went by, he was enjoying himself. Zhou Mi was snapping photos left and right, and half of the time Kyuhyun was in them.
And he even took a couple pictures of Zhou Mi while they dodged bicyclists who seemed intent on running them over.
Heechul somehow managed to send a text to all of their phones with an address and a threat.
If you don’t come I will hunt you down and disembowel you.
The address, not surprisingly, was a bar, and Heechul and Siwon seemed to have been there for quite a while from the looks of it. Siwon had a very pretty woman in his lap, who he was giggling with while he continued to drink his beer and Heechul was talking loudly with the bartender who had tattoos and his ears gauged to 00.
Ryeowook and Yesung were the last to arrive, because even though the zoo had closed at five, they had walked down to the beach and walked along it until the sun set, and then they had almost an hour ride to get to Castro station.
Someone walked by in ass-less chaps and Henry had to ask.
“Hyung. Does anyone know this is a gay bar?”
Heechul looked over to where Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun were taking a shot and hanging over each other. Next to them Donghae and Eunhyuk had gotten into a game of darts with a man wearing next to nothing, and his female friend decked out in leather. Even Eeteuk was laughing at the bar with the bartender, like he actually understood what was going on.
“I don’t think anyone cares.”
Henry looked over to Siwon who was getting dragged into the bathroom by his lady friend.
“He doesn’t know that’s a dude, does he?”
Heechul shrugged. “I think he’s drunk enough not to care. Oh! I got you some chocolate!” He grabbed a chocolate penis out of his bag and handed it to Henry. “Enjoy.”
Fin