FIC: Super Junior, There Goes the Neighborhood
Title: There Goes the Neighborhood
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Heechul/Sungmin, Kibum/Donghae
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2887
Summary: The new neighbors are interesting, to say the least.
Notes: Kibum just can’t catch a break in my fic. Unless you count his broken arm? Bad joke, I deserve to be stabbed. Crack, AU, same as always. Prompt generator made me do it.
From the second floor studio, Donghae watched the moving vans drive by. There were two of them, followed by a red sports car that looked like it had just been driven out of the dealership. They were moving into the house down the street, and he recalled all of the gossip that had been going around the neighborhood. The new residents were well known fashion icons, moving out of the big city, into their picture perfect suburbia.
Jungsu had probably told him why, but the thought of new neighbors was exciting, and he’d stopped paying attention.
“They’re here!” he shouted, racing down the stairs and past his stoic roommate. “The new people are here! Should we go say hi? Is it too soon? What do you think?” Kibum just stared at him from where he’d frozen on the steps, probably trying to think of a way to tell Donghae to leave them alone for at least an hour, without hurting his feelings.
“We’ll go later. Why don’t you eat something in the meantime?” The suggestion went over well, and Donghae declared that he would make something nice to bring over for them. Normally, Kibum would have suggested they just buy something from the store, since cooking skills were sorely lacking in both of them, but there was no stopping Donghae. “Make sure the fire alarm works, please.”
An hour later, the fire alarm went off, and Kibum went to inspect. The roof of the kitchen was clouded by smoke, and Donghae was hovering over a tray of burnt cookies. He looked so proud of his accomplishment, and Kibum didn’t really have the heart to tell him they sucked. So he helped wrap them up in a nice container, ready to bring them to the unsuspecting neighbors.
“I don’t know why I ever moved in with you, you just use me, and if I don’t do what you want, you give me the silent treatment.” Kibum could hear the yelling from the sidewalk, as well as breaking glass, and he looked at Donghae who was more concerned with the plastic wrap over the cookies. The door flew open, and a man with shocking red hair came charging out. “Well, I’m leaving.”
The sports car flew out of the driveway and down the street. Another man, this one with platinum blonde hair, was leaning in the doorway, shaking his head at where the car had been parked.
“Uh.” Kibum cleared his throat, and pushed Donghae forward with his awful cookies. “Is this a bad time?”
“Oh, not at all. He just hates grocery shopping.” He took the cookies, and led them inside. There were pieces of a vase scattered all around the entrance.
“That looks expensive.” Kibum whistled. The movers had been relatively quick, but there were still cardboard boxes lying around, and as they skirted the mess, he could see that the furniture was still being put in place.
His name was Sungmin, and after trying to take a bite of a cookie, he asked them to stay for dinner, probably worried about whether they could actually cook anything. Kibum wanted to go home and work on his proposal, but Donghae wanted to stay and make friends, so they accepted.
They got along, and Sungmin took the opportunity to show Donghae how to make spaghetti while Kibum sat back, and jotted notes for work. Just as Donghae was scooping the noodles onto plates, the other man arrived, carrying three bags of what appeared to be various liquors.
“Oh good. You made friends; they can help bring in the other bags.”
“This is Heechul, and unfortunately, he lives here as well. Heechul, this is Donghae, and his roommate Kibum.” Sungmin put a certain amount of emphasis on roommate, which Kibum figured was just his way of talking, and he stood up to help. Donghae remained where he was, and Sungmin distracted him by pointing out the funky silverware.
Bringing in the groceries took several trips, and Kibum noted that most of it appeared to be actual food, not the sort of things he and Donghae lived off of. It made him hope that whatever Sungmin had been teaching Donghae would stick, because he was getting sick of instant noodles and microwavable food.
When they finally got around to eating, the conversation wasn’t stunted or uncomfortable, and Kibum found that, past the drama that Heechul seemed to embody, they got along surprisingly well. At the end of the night, he almost didn’t want to leave, but he really did have work to finish, and he knew for a fact that Donghae did as well.
“Next time you should have dinner at our house!” Donghae told Sungmin as they were leaving. The likelihood of that happening was not good, and from the look Sungmin gave Heechul, it was a definite no.
“Well, we could always cook at your house, I guess.” Donghae was practically skipping as they walked home.
“That was nice.” he said, bouncing along in front of Kibum. He had to agree, because after living with Donghae for three years, having someone who understood the subtleties of sarcasm was nice. “I wonder why they moved here. They were famous! I’m going to go home, and google them!”
“Donghae, don’t you have to start the new painting?” He was ignored, as he usually was when trying to remind Donghae that he had actual work to do, and Kibum wondered why people even bothered to pay for a painting that was never finished on time. He figured it had something to do with how hard it was to say no. --- “Well, that was nice.” Heechul said, pouring out two glasses of tequila. He’d spent an entire night socializing with an intelligent person, when he’d thought moving out of the city meant hicks and high school dropouts.
“I’m so proud, you made a new friend.” Sungmin lifted his glass and toasted the momentous occasion. “They were very nice, but I don’t suggest eating those cookies.”
Heechul wouldn’t have eaten the cookies, even if they had been properly cooked. He preferred desserts that came out of a bottle, with a high alcohol percentage. The two of them had that in common, and it was how they’d ended up friends and not rivals.
“Should we set up the answering machine, or do you think they’re still after us about the contract?” The contract was a piece of paper certain people wanted them to sign, binding them under the same label for three years. It was impossible to work under the stipulations, some of which had included handing all creative decisions over to their new boss. Well, that was just out of the question, so rather than be stalked by persistent assistants, they’d moved and set up their own label.
They had also left behind a trail of scandals, none of which could be proven, but most of which were spread far and wide enough to be talked about at every single one of their showings.
“They’ll realize what they’re missing soon enough, and when we make our comeback, we’ll have all new material.” Heechul was digging around in one of the unpacked boxes, looking for his sketchpad. “We need to finish unpacking all this shit, so we can deal with the furniture. And then the art. How long do you think it’ll be before my mom brings Heebum?”
Sungmin wandered over, and started putting out lamps, and sculptures, and they finally found the sketchbooks at the bottom of a box labeled fragile. It was filled with pictures from all the different places they had been, and one of them had a broken frame.
“Stupid movers.” Sungmin murmured, placing it aside, presumably to fix it later. Heechul was already sitting in the corner, pencil in hand and scratching at the paper. “We need to get the office set up. Why did we move again?”
“We’ll do that tomorrow. Get over here and tell me what you think of this cut.” They stayed up all night drinking, with Sungmin unpacking, and Heechul scribbling. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but he woke up on the floor of the living room, close to ripping his newest design, and saw that there was only one box left.
“Next time you decide to pass out on the floor, kindly do it where you won’t be in the way.” Sungmin was standing over him, his expression clearly displeased, even though he had a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol in hand. “You drank way more than you should have.”
“So, about the office…” Heechul said, by way of apology, popping the cap off the painkillers.
“It’s finished. You can help me in the yard though.” The yard was going to suck, and Heechul knew that Sungmin had saved it for when he woke. It was a very sadistic punishment, but it would give Heechul a reason to clean himself up, and check out some of the neighbors.
Cleaning up, by Heechul’s definition, included picking out his nicest casual clothing, and putting his hair up in a stylishly messy looking ponytail. He happened to glance at the clock on the way out, and was getting ready to whine about how early it was, but it appeared they had more visitors.
“Oh, here he is. This is Heechul.” He squinted in the sunlight, trying to get a clear look at the man. Sungmin was always friendly and welcoming, even when they’d lived in the city, but there had been reasons behind it then, namely making newer and higher up contacts. Heechul was more likely to just ignore the majority of people, because making the effort never seemed to pay off.
“Hi, I’m Kyuhyun. I live across the street.” Heechul ignored the hand he stuck out, but offered a half smile. Everyone here seemed like they had just walked out of a sitcom of some sort and it just wasn’t normal. They probably had a gossipy old lady, who went around spreading rumors. “Well, I saw you working out here, and I was wondering if you needed help.”
“Yes!” Heechul jumped in, probably with more enthusiasm than was necessary. “We, uh, haven’t even started, and it’s a total mess.” He was exaggerating, but he wanted the work over and done with, as soon as possible. The new house was in suburbia, and Sungmin was playing desperate-for-attention housewife; that was about as domestic as Heechul was going to let it get.
“Well, why turn down free labor?” Heechul had the same thought, and left them to it, figuring that Sungmin wouldn’t miss him if he went inside and did some more work. The office had a window overlooking their yard, so he figured that he could check up on their progress if he felt the need. He’d lost track of time, designing a new skirt, when he was interrupted by loud laughter. He glanced out the window to see how it was going, and he narrowed his eyes, suddenly regretting leaving them alone.
Sungmin was flirting, leaning on a rake with a certain look in his eyes. Kyuhyun didn’t seem to mind, and the two of them made quite the picture perfect couple.
“Sungmin!” he yelled, banging on the window to draw their attention. “I’m bored.”
“Come outside then, I am busy.” Busy making eyes at some random guy. He could have been a serial killer who went after the cute ones. Never mind that Sungmin could probably kick his ass into next week, Heechul was not standing for that. He made a quick stop in the kitchen to grab a drink, and then wandered out into the yard, trying to seem as though he didn’t care what they were doing.
“Come here, I’m thirsty.” Sungmin said, holding out his hand for the glass. Heechul passed it over without thinking, and Sungmin ended up spitting it out all over the path. “Jesus, would you like some orange juice with your vodka?”
“I need to talk to you.” he said pleasantly, trying to get across that Sungmin should send Kyuhyun home, before Heechul decided to do it for him. Thankfully, years of silent conversations had prepared them for this moment, although he asked Kyuhyun to come over later, and that was not included in the look.
“What?” the tone implied that the only reason Sungmin was following him inside was so that there would be no witnesses to his demise.
“Why are you flirting with the neighbors? Isn’t this a little too desperate?” Heechul was going to continue, but the look on Sungmin’s face was telling him to stop.
“Are you…”
“And he was just,” Heechul made hand gestures to get his point across. “He’s not allowed in my house.” Once he finished, there was a long silence. He smirked, figuring that he had won this round, and asked, “What?”
“Well, nothing. I mean, we were talking about Kibum and Donghae, how painfully oblivious they are…” Sungmin put a hand on his hip, and sauntered forward. “But you know, jealousy is a good look on you.” --- Donghae was trying to paint his latest commission, but he really had no inspiration. It had been two weeks since Sungmin had moved in, and they visited each other regularly, sometimes even daily, but the new friendship wasn’t helping him finish his work. He’d been told to ‘just paint from the heart’, which was cliché, but okay, he could do that. It was just that he didn’t have any ideas, and he’d already gotten away with painting the house down the street, aptly naming it ‘The House Down The Street’.
“Damn you Kibum!” he muttered. He’d taken to blaming Kibum when he was stuck in an art block, even though it was his own fault for putting it off so long.
“Should I be offended, or are you just blaming me for your incompetence?” Donghae stared at the canvas, willing it to become a masterpiece, ignoring his housemate. For some reason, Kibum had taken to working in the studio, every once in a while teasing Donghae, even though it wasn’t equipped with such necessary things as calculators and graph paper.
“When are you going back to work?” he asked, trying to sound disproving, but it came out resembling a whiny five year old.
“This afternoon.”
“We should go somewhere.” Donghae sat on the window sill, impatient and bored. He hadn’t done anything fun and exciting since he’d gotten the new commission, and that was going along just perfectly.
“I’ve got to finish this before I go back. Maybe another time?” He wasn’t expecting anything different, because the answer was always the same, no matter what Kibum was doing. Donghae actually missed those first few years of college, when he’d had no idea what he was doing, and Kibum was already on his way to being a genius. At least back then they’d been able to hang out without worrying about jobs, or how late the new painting was going to be.
The conversation ended with the cheerful little jingle signaling that Donghae had received a text message. ‘I know you have a new best friend and all, but I live right next door. >|’
“I guess I could go see Hyukjae…” He’d been so busy trying to make Sungmin and Heechul feel welcome, that he’d only texted his best friend a few times.
“You should be working, not coming up with new ways to put it off. Why don’t you invite him over?” It was truly unfair how Kibum always ruined his fun with logic. He was right though, and ten minutes later Hyukjae walked into the studio, and burst out laughing at the empty canvas.
“Please tell me this isn’t the same one I was laughing at two weeks ago.” Donghae proceeded to whine and moan about how difficult his life was living with someone like Kibum, and having a best friend that didn’t support his career. This prompted Hyukjae to push Donghae, who pushed him back, and what ensued was just a horrible accident.
The pushing led to play fighting, where they almost spilt the paints, and Kibum tried to stop them. They were playing a little too rough though, and Kibum was just standing too close to the window. --- “So, you like him.” Sungmin asked, ignoring the fact that they were surrounded by doctors and patients. “And you pushed him out a window.” Donghae nodded, wondering how his life had become like this. And he’d just accidentally admitted to liking his housemate. To Sungmin. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Heechul’s in there right now, taking advantage of the pain meds, asking him how he feels about you.”
“As if we didn’t already know.” Heechul said from behind them. “The doctor says he’s going to be fine, by the way. He’s completely in love.”
“He didn’t say that. Not even pain medication would make him say that.”
“I was paraphrasing. Now go forth and be happy. Just keep him away from high places and sharp objects.” Donghae gave them an uncertain look, but he disappeared into Kibum’s room shortly after. “Not even a thank you. Now, about Youngwoon and Jungsu…”
“They’ll never know what hit them.” Sungmin dragged him to his feet, and grinned. “As long as, you know, nothing actually hits them.”
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Heechul/Sungmin, Kibum/Donghae
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2887
Summary: The new neighbors are interesting, to say the least.
Notes: Kibum just can’t catch a break in my fic. Unless you count his broken arm? Bad joke, I deserve to be stabbed. Crack, AU, same as always. Prompt generator made me do it.
From the second floor studio, Donghae watched the moving vans drive by. There were two of them, followed by a red sports car that looked like it had just been driven out of the dealership. They were moving into the house down the street, and he recalled all of the gossip that had been going around the neighborhood. The new residents were well known fashion icons, moving out of the big city, into their picture perfect suburbia.
Jungsu had probably told him why, but the thought of new neighbors was exciting, and he’d stopped paying attention.
“They’re here!” he shouted, racing down the stairs and past his stoic roommate. “The new people are here! Should we go say hi? Is it too soon? What do you think?” Kibum just stared at him from where he’d frozen on the steps, probably trying to think of a way to tell Donghae to leave them alone for at least an hour, without hurting his feelings.
“We’ll go later. Why don’t you eat something in the meantime?” The suggestion went over well, and Donghae declared that he would make something nice to bring over for them. Normally, Kibum would have suggested they just buy something from the store, since cooking skills were sorely lacking in both of them, but there was no stopping Donghae. “Make sure the fire alarm works, please.”
An hour later, the fire alarm went off, and Kibum went to inspect. The roof of the kitchen was clouded by smoke, and Donghae was hovering over a tray of burnt cookies. He looked so proud of his accomplishment, and Kibum didn’t really have the heart to tell him they sucked. So he helped wrap them up in a nice container, ready to bring them to the unsuspecting neighbors.
“I don’t know why I ever moved in with you, you just use me, and if I don’t do what you want, you give me the silent treatment.” Kibum could hear the yelling from the sidewalk, as well as breaking glass, and he looked at Donghae who was more concerned with the plastic wrap over the cookies. The door flew open, and a man with shocking red hair came charging out. “Well, I’m leaving.”
The sports car flew out of the driveway and down the street. Another man, this one with platinum blonde hair, was leaning in the doorway, shaking his head at where the car had been parked.
“Uh.” Kibum cleared his throat, and pushed Donghae forward with his awful cookies. “Is this a bad time?”
“Oh, not at all. He just hates grocery shopping.” He took the cookies, and led them inside. There were pieces of a vase scattered all around the entrance.
“That looks expensive.” Kibum whistled. The movers had been relatively quick, but there were still cardboard boxes lying around, and as they skirted the mess, he could see that the furniture was still being put in place.
His name was Sungmin, and after trying to take a bite of a cookie, he asked them to stay for dinner, probably worried about whether they could actually cook anything. Kibum wanted to go home and work on his proposal, but Donghae wanted to stay and make friends, so they accepted.
They got along, and Sungmin took the opportunity to show Donghae how to make spaghetti while Kibum sat back, and jotted notes for work. Just as Donghae was scooping the noodles onto plates, the other man arrived, carrying three bags of what appeared to be various liquors.
“Oh good. You made friends; they can help bring in the other bags.”
“This is Heechul, and unfortunately, he lives here as well. Heechul, this is Donghae, and his roommate Kibum.” Sungmin put a certain amount of emphasis on roommate, which Kibum figured was just his way of talking, and he stood up to help. Donghae remained where he was, and Sungmin distracted him by pointing out the funky silverware.
Bringing in the groceries took several trips, and Kibum noted that most of it appeared to be actual food, not the sort of things he and Donghae lived off of. It made him hope that whatever Sungmin had been teaching Donghae would stick, because he was getting sick of instant noodles and microwavable food.
When they finally got around to eating, the conversation wasn’t stunted or uncomfortable, and Kibum found that, past the drama that Heechul seemed to embody, they got along surprisingly well. At the end of the night, he almost didn’t want to leave, but he really did have work to finish, and he knew for a fact that Donghae did as well.
“Next time you should have dinner at our house!” Donghae told Sungmin as they were leaving. The likelihood of that happening was not good, and from the look Sungmin gave Heechul, it was a definite no.
“Well, we could always cook at your house, I guess.” Donghae was practically skipping as they walked home.
“That was nice.” he said, bouncing along in front of Kibum. He had to agree, because after living with Donghae for three years, having someone who understood the subtleties of sarcasm was nice. “I wonder why they moved here. They were famous! I’m going to go home, and google them!”
“Donghae, don’t you have to start the new painting?” He was ignored, as he usually was when trying to remind Donghae that he had actual work to do, and Kibum wondered why people even bothered to pay for a painting that was never finished on time. He figured it had something to do with how hard it was to say no. --- “Well, that was nice.” Heechul said, pouring out two glasses of tequila. He’d spent an entire night socializing with an intelligent person, when he’d thought moving out of the city meant hicks and high school dropouts.
“I’m so proud, you made a new friend.” Sungmin lifted his glass and toasted the momentous occasion. “They were very nice, but I don’t suggest eating those cookies.”
Heechul wouldn’t have eaten the cookies, even if they had been properly cooked. He preferred desserts that came out of a bottle, with a high alcohol percentage. The two of them had that in common, and it was how they’d ended up friends and not rivals.
“Should we set up the answering machine, or do you think they’re still after us about the contract?” The contract was a piece of paper certain people wanted them to sign, binding them under the same label for three years. It was impossible to work under the stipulations, some of which had included handing all creative decisions over to their new boss. Well, that was just out of the question, so rather than be stalked by persistent assistants, they’d moved and set up their own label.
They had also left behind a trail of scandals, none of which could be proven, but most of which were spread far and wide enough to be talked about at every single one of their showings.
“They’ll realize what they’re missing soon enough, and when we make our comeback, we’ll have all new material.” Heechul was digging around in one of the unpacked boxes, looking for his sketchpad. “We need to finish unpacking all this shit, so we can deal with the furniture. And then the art. How long do you think it’ll be before my mom brings Heebum?”
Sungmin wandered over, and started putting out lamps, and sculptures, and they finally found the sketchbooks at the bottom of a box labeled fragile. It was filled with pictures from all the different places they had been, and one of them had a broken frame.
“Stupid movers.” Sungmin murmured, placing it aside, presumably to fix it later. Heechul was already sitting in the corner, pencil in hand and scratching at the paper. “We need to get the office set up. Why did we move again?”
“We’ll do that tomorrow. Get over here and tell me what you think of this cut.” They stayed up all night drinking, with Sungmin unpacking, and Heechul scribbling. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but he woke up on the floor of the living room, close to ripping his newest design, and saw that there was only one box left.
“Next time you decide to pass out on the floor, kindly do it where you won’t be in the way.” Sungmin was standing over him, his expression clearly displeased, even though he had a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol in hand. “You drank way more than you should have.”
“So, about the office…” Heechul said, by way of apology, popping the cap off the painkillers.
“It’s finished. You can help me in the yard though.” The yard was going to suck, and Heechul knew that Sungmin had saved it for when he woke. It was a very sadistic punishment, but it would give Heechul a reason to clean himself up, and check out some of the neighbors.
Cleaning up, by Heechul’s definition, included picking out his nicest casual clothing, and putting his hair up in a stylishly messy looking ponytail. He happened to glance at the clock on the way out, and was getting ready to whine about how early it was, but it appeared they had more visitors.
“Oh, here he is. This is Heechul.” He squinted in the sunlight, trying to get a clear look at the man. Sungmin was always friendly and welcoming, even when they’d lived in the city, but there had been reasons behind it then, namely making newer and higher up contacts. Heechul was more likely to just ignore the majority of people, because making the effort never seemed to pay off.
“Hi, I’m Kyuhyun. I live across the street.” Heechul ignored the hand he stuck out, but offered a half smile. Everyone here seemed like they had just walked out of a sitcom of some sort and it just wasn’t normal. They probably had a gossipy old lady, who went around spreading rumors. “Well, I saw you working out here, and I was wondering if you needed help.”
“Yes!” Heechul jumped in, probably with more enthusiasm than was necessary. “We, uh, haven’t even started, and it’s a total mess.” He was exaggerating, but he wanted the work over and done with, as soon as possible. The new house was in suburbia, and Sungmin was playing desperate-for-attention housewife; that was about as domestic as Heechul was going to let it get.
“Well, why turn down free labor?” Heechul had the same thought, and left them to it, figuring that Sungmin wouldn’t miss him if he went inside and did some more work. The office had a window overlooking their yard, so he figured that he could check up on their progress if he felt the need. He’d lost track of time, designing a new skirt, when he was interrupted by loud laughter. He glanced out the window to see how it was going, and he narrowed his eyes, suddenly regretting leaving them alone.
Sungmin was flirting, leaning on a rake with a certain look in his eyes. Kyuhyun didn’t seem to mind, and the two of them made quite the picture perfect couple.
“Sungmin!” he yelled, banging on the window to draw their attention. “I’m bored.”
“Come outside then, I am busy.” Busy making eyes at some random guy. He could have been a serial killer who went after the cute ones. Never mind that Sungmin could probably kick his ass into next week, Heechul was not standing for that. He made a quick stop in the kitchen to grab a drink, and then wandered out into the yard, trying to seem as though he didn’t care what they were doing.
“Come here, I’m thirsty.” Sungmin said, holding out his hand for the glass. Heechul passed it over without thinking, and Sungmin ended up spitting it out all over the path. “Jesus, would you like some orange juice with your vodka?”
“I need to talk to you.” he said pleasantly, trying to get across that Sungmin should send Kyuhyun home, before Heechul decided to do it for him. Thankfully, years of silent conversations had prepared them for this moment, although he asked Kyuhyun to come over later, and that was not included in the look.
“What?” the tone implied that the only reason Sungmin was following him inside was so that there would be no witnesses to his demise.
“Why are you flirting with the neighbors? Isn’t this a little too desperate?” Heechul was going to continue, but the look on Sungmin’s face was telling him to stop.
“Are you…”
“And he was just,” Heechul made hand gestures to get his point across. “He’s not allowed in my house.” Once he finished, there was a long silence. He smirked, figuring that he had won this round, and asked, “What?”
“Well, nothing. I mean, we were talking about Kibum and Donghae, how painfully oblivious they are…” Sungmin put a hand on his hip, and sauntered forward. “But you know, jealousy is a good look on you.” --- Donghae was trying to paint his latest commission, but he really had no inspiration. It had been two weeks since Sungmin had moved in, and they visited each other regularly, sometimes even daily, but the new friendship wasn’t helping him finish his work. He’d been told to ‘just paint from the heart’, which was cliché, but okay, he could do that. It was just that he didn’t have any ideas, and he’d already gotten away with painting the house down the street, aptly naming it ‘The House Down The Street’.
“Damn you Kibum!” he muttered. He’d taken to blaming Kibum when he was stuck in an art block, even though it was his own fault for putting it off so long.
“Should I be offended, or are you just blaming me for your incompetence?” Donghae stared at the canvas, willing it to become a masterpiece, ignoring his housemate. For some reason, Kibum had taken to working in the studio, every once in a while teasing Donghae, even though it wasn’t equipped with such necessary things as calculators and graph paper.
“When are you going back to work?” he asked, trying to sound disproving, but it came out resembling a whiny five year old.
“This afternoon.”
“We should go somewhere.” Donghae sat on the window sill, impatient and bored. He hadn’t done anything fun and exciting since he’d gotten the new commission, and that was going along just perfectly.
“I’ve got to finish this before I go back. Maybe another time?” He wasn’t expecting anything different, because the answer was always the same, no matter what Kibum was doing. Donghae actually missed those first few years of college, when he’d had no idea what he was doing, and Kibum was already on his way to being a genius. At least back then they’d been able to hang out without worrying about jobs, or how late the new painting was going to be.
The conversation ended with the cheerful little jingle signaling that Donghae had received a text message. ‘I know you have a new best friend and all, but I live right next door. >|’
“I guess I could go see Hyukjae…” He’d been so busy trying to make Sungmin and Heechul feel welcome, that he’d only texted his best friend a few times.
“You should be working, not coming up with new ways to put it off. Why don’t you invite him over?” It was truly unfair how Kibum always ruined his fun with logic. He was right though, and ten minutes later Hyukjae walked into the studio, and burst out laughing at the empty canvas.
“Please tell me this isn’t the same one I was laughing at two weeks ago.” Donghae proceeded to whine and moan about how difficult his life was living with someone like Kibum, and having a best friend that didn’t support his career. This prompted Hyukjae to push Donghae, who pushed him back, and what ensued was just a horrible accident.
The pushing led to play fighting, where they almost spilt the paints, and Kibum tried to stop them. They were playing a little too rough though, and Kibum was just standing too close to the window. --- “So, you like him.” Sungmin asked, ignoring the fact that they were surrounded by doctors and patients. “And you pushed him out a window.” Donghae nodded, wondering how his life had become like this. And he’d just accidentally admitted to liking his housemate. To Sungmin. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Heechul’s in there right now, taking advantage of the pain meds, asking him how he feels about you.”
“As if we didn’t already know.” Heechul said from behind them. “The doctor says he’s going to be fine, by the way. He’s completely in love.”
“He didn’t say that. Not even pain medication would make him say that.”
“I was paraphrasing. Now go forth and be happy. Just keep him away from high places and sharp objects.” Donghae gave them an uncertain look, but he disappeared into Kibum’s room shortly after. “Not even a thank you. Now, about Youngwoon and Jungsu…”
“They’ll never know what hit them.” Sungmin dragged him to his feet, and grinned. “As long as, you know, nothing actually hits them.”