Ficlet: Birthday Present (G)
Title: Birthday Present
Pairing: none (if you squint hard enough, may it be Khun/Chan and Taec/Chan ?)
Rating(Status): G (general, english)
Words count: 820 words
Author: Kisen M.
Disclaimer: I love them all but they’re never been mine. So I own the plot but nothing more.
Summary: Chansung wants his birthday present. A big one.
Author's Note: May it be some mistake in my mysterious grammar way. So please be kind and let me know my mistake. This as a gift on Chansung birthday :D I know that this is somewhat sad but I really felt like it. Thought Chansung-ah's gonna miss his hyung so badly everyday like us. Anyway I got an inspiration from 2PM's What Time Is It Now? Of all..Happy Birthday Hwang Chansung! xD (oh, and I crosspost this on my journal too)
Chansung’s crying, on his birthday. He didn’t get a present he’d like to receive the most, that the reason.
Everyone all know what’s going on but not even single word left their mouths. They knew too much for their own good. Even the maknae didn’t whine or scream or stomp like little kid but his silent tears could tell more. One by one they bit goodnight and happy birthday with blessing to him. Wooyoung and Junho decided to add a big hug at the same time. They’re holding each others still for five or six minutes then they left to their room. Jinwoon also whispered something into his ears before he left with his hyungs.
After sometimes Nichkhun and Taecyeon came out from him and Junsu’s bedroom just to check on the youngest who still silently crying on their living room floor. They were all worry about him the most. In their eyes, Chansung is a very good kid. He took care of everyone like they’re family. He’d love to brighten their days every single time he felt something is undercover. And yes, he’s still a kid that need to sleep, to eat, to be taken care of, to be loved.
“Chansung-ah,”
“Yea? Hyungs.” He ducked his head lower to hide the track of his tears.
Both Taecyeon and Nichkhun looked at each other with a sigh. They took a seat beside the younger, Taecyeon on the left, Nichkhun on the right. The maknae’s glancing at them with confused and a little sniffles.
“Thought you all went to bed already.” *sniff*
“Silly. We’re all worry about you. How could we sleep while our lovely maknae still crying his eyes out like a female character in soap opera drama series on cable, huh?”
Chansung let out little laugh, yes with a sniffle.
“That’s too much information Taec. We’ve got a mission remember?” Nichkhun reminded him.
“Oh, I forgot.” Taecyeon faked a surprise looks. He got something out from his sweat pants pocket. “This is my mission. So take it and use it like you should alright?”
The maknae was confused. Actually confused more would be understandable. “Your phone?”
Taecyeon nodded. “As in the one that phone bills hasn’t been that high yet.”
“Still don’t understand. Why you give me your phone…”
“Call him.” Nihckhun blurted it out.
“What? You..you mean I should…”
“You should call Jay. He’d be delight just to hear your terrible after cried voice.” Taecyeon earned hard glare from both Chansung and Nichkhun. He just muttered something under his breath.
“But I thought he’s busy with his crew.” Chansung frowned more. “He only sent me short message.”
“No, you’re wrong. He’s always there ready to pick up any of your phone call. So please, call him already. Before I know that this is bad idea and I am the one who’s gotta pay the phone bills, not you then snap my fucking phone back to bed.”
“Christ! Taec. His ears are still innocent enough not to hear those words from you! Oh, God” Nichkhun tried to covered the youngest’s ears but it’s too late. Taecyeon wiggled his eyebrows just to piss him off more.
“Alright, alright I’ll call him. Don’t fight ok? Can’t believe you guys are all older than me.”
“Good boy. We’ll go to bed on our separate way then. See you in the morning kay? Good night.” Nihckhun was standing up bit his goodbye then rush to his bedroom same as Taecyeon.
“Night Chansung-ah. Happy birthday anyway.” Taecyeon managed to say that before he shut the door.
Chansung now left alone again. He played with the phone, threw it up and down then just stared at it. He took a deep breath while punching Jay’s number. He took another deep breath, this time just to calm his inner down, then press ‘call’ botton.
Ring
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Ring
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Ring
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Ring
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Ring
“..Hello, who’s that?”
“Yoboseyo hyung. It’s me Chansung. You’re sleeping? Did I bother?”
“Oh no, it’s your birthday right? Happy birthday kiddo.Did you get my message? And how was the party?”
“Crack. I cried then they left. Do not blame them hyung. They just wanna give me space. Oh, and I already got your message. Thank you hyung.”
“I’ll talk to them later on er..about…stuff. Shit! You can’t stop me from caring for you so much kid.”
“…Hyung I miss you. So much…it made me cried.”
“Miss you too kid. Just don’t cry ok?”
“We all…miss you hyung.”
“I also miss you guys as hell.”
“I know. I know.”
“...fuck! What the fuck are the others doing huh!? Why they let you…”
“Hyung when will you..”
“I will. I will Chansung-ah.”
That’s a silent promise from his big brother. He’s still the same, same old pink grandpa. And he misses him. He misses them too. He will be back. He will be back real soon.
And that’s all he wants for his birthday.