Fic: Searching for... ... - Chapter 5A
Title: Searching for... ... - Chapter 5A
Author: vic_sim
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, anything, except for the plot.
Characters: Super Junior + Henry, Zhou Mi, DBSK
Category: General
Rating: PG-13
Archive
A/N: This chapter is a little jumbled because I’ve kind of jumped around from one scene to another and then back to the scene again. I was just trying out something. If it confused anyone, I’m sorry. But all these happened more or less in the same day though they are not arranged in chronological order.
Chapter dedicated to renichifreak and music_loner! For being there in my boredom and for providing me with inspiration.^^
Sorry I disappeared online yesterday. The internet connection decided that it doesn’t like me again.
Kyuhyun looked up when he heard the door opened. The words “We’re not open yet” were about to leave his mouth when he realised who it was that entered.
“Kibum-sshi?”
The figure nodded, confirming his identity to Kyuhyun.
“I’m looking for Ryeowook.”
Kyuhyun shook his head. “He’s not here yet.”
Kibum nodded, taking a seat at the secluded corner. Kyuhyun watched as the other boy calmly arranged his books on the table. Shrugging, he turned back to his work, leaving a comfortable silence between them. Vaguely, Kyuhyun wondered how Kibum managed to get himself stuck with a group of people who always seemed to have endless amount of energy.
Kyuhyun was just about to switch on the coffee machine when the door opened.
“Hi Kyuhyun!”
“Hankyung-sshi?” He tilted his head. “I thought it was supposed to be Ryeowook-sshi who’s coming in today?”
Hankyung shook his head, wiping his shoes on the door mat. “He has something on. I’m replacing him.”
“Oh. Kibum-sshi is here looking for him.”
Kyuhyun pointed to the corner where Kibum had placed himself but had looked up at his name.
“Kibum?” Hankyung walked closer.
“Hyung.”
“Didn’t Ryeowook tell you that he’s not coming in?”
It was then that Kibum realised that he had switched off his phone. Turning to his bag, he dug out his phone, switching it on.
“Ahh, I missed the message from Ryeowookie.”
Hankyung laughed, ruffling Kibum’s hair. There were times when Kibum acted like Ryeowook, making Hankyung just want to hug him in his arms.
I think Chullie is right. I’m becoming more and more like Teukie-hyung.
Kyuhyun hid a smile behind the counter when he saw the slight blush on Kibum’s face as he realised that he had completing missed Ryeowook’s message. He felt comfortable when it had been just the two of them, something which was usually awkward when he was alone with someone. Perhaps it was the fact that Kibum never asked him anything. Perhaps it was the fact that they just went about doing their own things. Kyuhyun liked it best when no one forced him into a conversation. Most people would expect to hold a conversation when there was silence. But Kyuhyun preferred silence over mindless talking about the weather. What’s there to talk about the weather? It’s just the weather. Kyuhyun never quite understood it.
Kibum groaned inwardly when he realised his own mistake. All this time when I was waiting here. He sighed. He looked back as he placed his books into his bag, though he could not prevent a tiny smile from appearing on his face. Well, at least I had a nice view during the time.
“Hyung, I’m off.”
Hankyung poked his head out of the kitchen, waving goodbye to Kibum.
“Bye Hyung. Bye Kyuhyun.”
Kibum said as he left the café.
And before Hankyung disappeared into the kitchen again, he pointed his spatula at Kyuhyun.
“And didn’t I tell you to call me Hyung?”
With that he disappeared, leaving Kyuhyun a little bewildered at the sudden statement.
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Zhou Mi opened his luggage, which was filled almost to the brim. Taking out the things one by one, he wondered when the day would come when he would stop carrying his belongings around. Glancing around the empty room, he wished he had Sungmin’s company right now. The older - yet always seemed to Zhou Mi as someone to protect - boy would have ideas about what to place in this disgustingly empty room. This was one thing Zhou Mi always hated whenever he had to move. The places never felt like home.
He sighed in the empty room, placing his clothes into the wardrobe. Bit by bit, the room started to look more lived-in, and less like a ghost home. By the time Zhou Mi had taken out all the things in his luggage, the room was looking much brighter than it first did when he had arrived. But it still did not feel like home. Zhou Mi wondered what was missing - for the things he had here were the exact same things he had brought with him when he went to China. Admittedly, when he was in China, it felt like home with something missing. But here, it did not feel like home at all.
Puzzled he looked at the things he had on display, wondering if he had left things in China. Which if I did, I’d not get them back. Surveying his room, he came to the conclusion that he had indeed brought everything back. So what’s missing?
Just then, his phone rang. Walking slowly towards the desk where his phone lied, Zhou Mi was still puzzling over the mysterious missing feeling of home when he answered.
“Hello?”
“Zhou Mi! Why didn’t you call me?”
“Young - Sungmin?” Zhou Mi corrected himself, as he remembered Sungmin’s face whenever he called him that.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
Zhou Mi rubbed his hair. He had completely forgotten about the message Sungmin sent him when he was leaving his other dorm.
“Sorry, Min. I forgot.”
He could just sense Sungmin debating whether to forgive him or not when another voice travelled through the phone.
“Ignore him, Mi. He’s just being him.”
Zhou Mi smiled. “Hey Shindong.”
As Shindong’s voice took over, Zhou Mi could still vaguely hear Sungmin’s mumbling through the phone.
“How’s the moving?”
“It’s fine. It’s just a dorm.” Zhou Mi lied on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Have you decorated the room yet?” Sungmin’s voice travelled through again, apparently getting over Shindong’s words.
Zhou Mi nodded.
“I mean, have you decorated your room the way I define decoration and not yours?”
Sungmin could tell over the phone that Zhou Mi had nodded to his previous question.
“Min, no one can decorate their room according to your definition.” Zhou Mi could visualise the other boy’s room when they were younger. It was pink. That was his one word description of Sungmin’s definition.
“What’s wrong with my definition?”
Zhou Mi heard the pout over the phone and chuckled.
Zhou Mi looked around his room, his body filled suddenly with warmth.
Maybe it didn’t feel like home because there were missing people.
But it feels like home now.
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Everything was going on as normal in the café. Yesung was there that day, and so was Heechul. Customers were streaming in and out, some having just had a meal, others with cups in their hands, but all with a smile. Yesung was manning the counter while both Heechul and Kyuhyun were serving on the floor as it was a full house today. Hankyung was kept busy in the back, preparing all the food that was required.
Kyuhyun leaned on the counter, taking a breather from his constant walking as he waited for his order to arrive.
“You alright?”
Yesung asked as he continued to make the coffee Kyuhyun was waiting for. He glanced at the younger boy, who was slightly pale, as his hands pressed the necessary buttons without him looking.
Kyuhyun blinked looking at Yesung before he nodded. “I’m fine.”
Yesung placed the coffee on the plate before pushing the plate towards Kyuhyun.
“Take a break for a while. Heechul won’t die handling the floor by himself.”
Kyuhyun shook his head, grabbing the plate at the same time. Yesung looked like he wanted to say more but could not as the next customer came up to his counter.
The next time Yesung looked up he could not find the boy on the floor. Just then Heechul wandered up. By then the café was much less busy and Heechul had time to stop and talk.
“Where’s Kyuhyun?”
Yesung asked as he prepared a drink.
“Sent him off on a break five minutes ago.” Heechul answered as he took the drink from Yesung. “That boy is almost as hard to convince as Kibum. I had to stare at him hard before he gave in.”
Taking a sip from the cup, Heechul continued.
“I think he should be Kibum’s brother instead of Donghae. Honestly, how can two siblings be so different?”
Yesung shook his head as Heechul went off tangent.
“You know they are more alike than what others think.”
Heechul just waved his hand, showing that he was only joking.
“Excuse me!”
Placing the cup down, Heechul sighed.
“And that’s my popularity showing again.”
“More like because you’re the only one available.”
Yesung retorted as he cleared away the cup.
“You’re just jealous.”
Heechul threw back at Yesung as he headed towards the customer, leaving the other gaping behind him.
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“Jaejoong!”
Jaejoong turned around at his name, smiling as he recognised the voice.
“Yunho!”
The other boy came up next to him, rubbing shoulders with him.
Jaejoong’s smile only became wider at that action.
“How’s my jealous boy doing?”
“Jae!”
Jaejoong chuckled at Yunho’s fast turning red face. He simply could not resist teasing Yunho about it almost every time they meet.
When will I escape this torture? Yunho thought, resisting the urge to pout.
“Alright, I’ll stop.”
Yunho turned around. “Thank you.”
“But you have to admit it’s cute.”
Yunho sputtered at that, regretting the day he got jealous.
Jaejoong laughed, fingers entwined with Yunho’s, preventing Yunho from exploding on him.
Feeling Jaejoong’s hand wrapped around his, Yunho calmed down.
“Kyuhyun ah!”
The rate Yunho spun round at Jaejoong’s call surprised Jaejoong.
When Yunho heard the chuckles from the shorter boy next to him, he realised that he had been tricked - again.
“Fine, fine. I’ll stop now. Promise.”
Jaejoong gave in at the look Yunho was giving him.
After making sure that Jaejoong was being truthful with his words, Yunho started walking once more.
“Actually, I wanted to talk about Kyuhyun.”
Huh? Jaejoong threw a stunned look at his partner.
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Sungmin whipped out his phone just as Shindong shut the door behind him. He sat on the floor, patting the ground next to him as he waited for an answer. Without a word, Shindong took the space next to Sungmin, instinctively knowing who the younger boy was calling.
“Zhou Mi! Why didn’t you call me?”
Shindong could only sigh when he realised where the conversation could potentially be heading towards. He made a grab at the phone, but not without Sungmin getting another question in.
“Ignore him, Mi. He’s just being him.”
“Hmph, who’s the young master right now? I was just worried about him. Was there anything wrong about worrying about our friend?”
Shindong smiled at the ramblings next to him, knowing that Zhou Mi must be smiling on the other end as well.
“How’s the moving?”
Shindong frowned a little at Zhou Mi’s answer. He wished that their friend could be here instead of there. Just then, Sungmin leaned in, taking over the talk.
“Have you decorated the room yet?”
There was silence as the two imitated Zhou Mi’s nod.
“I mean, have you decorated your room the way I define decoration and not yours?”
“Min, no one can decorate their room according to your definition.”
Shindong could not stop the chuckle that escaped his throat when he heard Zhou Mi’s reply. It had been a long time since he had heard that from anyone. And he had missed it.
Sungmin pouted, grabbing the phone from Shindong.
“What’s wrong with my definition?”
He shot that question at both his friends.
“’Cos it’s pink?”
Shindong and Zhou Mi answered simultaneously, causing the two to burst out in laughter once more as Sungmin sulked.
“You just watch it Mi. You only escape because you’re not here right now.”
Sungmin kicked the laughing Shindong as he spoke, though a smile escaped, messing up the sulk he was trying to maintain.
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Part B
Author: vic_sim
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, anything, except for the plot.
Characters: Super Junior + Henry, Zhou Mi, DBSK
Category: General
Rating: PG-13
Archive
A/N: This chapter is a little jumbled because I’ve kind of jumped around from one scene to another and then back to the scene again. I was just trying out something. If it confused anyone, I’m sorry. But all these happened more or less in the same day though they are not arranged in chronological order.
Chapter dedicated to renichifreak and music_loner! For being there in my boredom and for providing me with inspiration.^^
Sorry I disappeared online yesterday. The internet connection decided that it doesn’t like me again.
Kyuhyun looked up when he heard the door opened. The words “We’re not open yet” were about to leave his mouth when he realised who it was that entered.
“Kibum-sshi?”
The figure nodded, confirming his identity to Kyuhyun.
“I’m looking for Ryeowook.”
Kyuhyun shook his head. “He’s not here yet.”
Kibum nodded, taking a seat at the secluded corner. Kyuhyun watched as the other boy calmly arranged his books on the table. Shrugging, he turned back to his work, leaving a comfortable silence between them. Vaguely, Kyuhyun wondered how Kibum managed to get himself stuck with a group of people who always seemed to have endless amount of energy.
Kyuhyun was just about to switch on the coffee machine when the door opened.
“Hi Kyuhyun!”
“Hankyung-sshi?” He tilted his head. “I thought it was supposed to be Ryeowook-sshi who’s coming in today?”
Hankyung shook his head, wiping his shoes on the door mat. “He has something on. I’m replacing him.”
“Oh. Kibum-sshi is here looking for him.”
Kyuhyun pointed to the corner where Kibum had placed himself but had looked up at his name.
“Kibum?” Hankyung walked closer.
“Hyung.”
“Didn’t Ryeowook tell you that he’s not coming in?”
It was then that Kibum realised that he had switched off his phone. Turning to his bag, he dug out his phone, switching it on.
“Ahh, I missed the message from Ryeowookie.”
Hankyung laughed, ruffling Kibum’s hair. There were times when Kibum acted like Ryeowook, making Hankyung just want to hug him in his arms.
I think Chullie is right. I’m becoming more and more like Teukie-hyung.
Kyuhyun hid a smile behind the counter when he saw the slight blush on Kibum’s face as he realised that he had completing missed Ryeowook’s message. He felt comfortable when it had been just the two of them, something which was usually awkward when he was alone with someone. Perhaps it was the fact that Kibum never asked him anything. Perhaps it was the fact that they just went about doing their own things. Kyuhyun liked it best when no one forced him into a conversation. Most people would expect to hold a conversation when there was silence. But Kyuhyun preferred silence over mindless talking about the weather. What’s there to talk about the weather? It’s just the weather. Kyuhyun never quite understood it.
Kibum groaned inwardly when he realised his own mistake. All this time when I was waiting here. He sighed. He looked back as he placed his books into his bag, though he could not prevent a tiny smile from appearing on his face. Well, at least I had a nice view during the time.
“Hyung, I’m off.”
Hankyung poked his head out of the kitchen, waving goodbye to Kibum.
“Bye Hyung. Bye Kyuhyun.”
Kibum said as he left the café.
And before Hankyung disappeared into the kitchen again, he pointed his spatula at Kyuhyun.
“And didn’t I tell you to call me Hyung?”
With that he disappeared, leaving Kyuhyun a little bewildered at the sudden statement.
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Zhou Mi opened his luggage, which was filled almost to the brim. Taking out the things one by one, he wondered when the day would come when he would stop carrying his belongings around. Glancing around the empty room, he wished he had Sungmin’s company right now. The older - yet always seemed to Zhou Mi as someone to protect - boy would have ideas about what to place in this disgustingly empty room. This was one thing Zhou Mi always hated whenever he had to move. The places never felt like home.
He sighed in the empty room, placing his clothes into the wardrobe. Bit by bit, the room started to look more lived-in, and less like a ghost home. By the time Zhou Mi had taken out all the things in his luggage, the room was looking much brighter than it first did when he had arrived. But it still did not feel like home. Zhou Mi wondered what was missing - for the things he had here were the exact same things he had brought with him when he went to China. Admittedly, when he was in China, it felt like home with something missing. But here, it did not feel like home at all.
Puzzled he looked at the things he had on display, wondering if he had left things in China. Which if I did, I’d not get them back. Surveying his room, he came to the conclusion that he had indeed brought everything back. So what’s missing?
Just then, his phone rang. Walking slowly towards the desk where his phone lied, Zhou Mi was still puzzling over the mysterious missing feeling of home when he answered.
“Hello?”
“Zhou Mi! Why didn’t you call me?”
“Young - Sungmin?” Zhou Mi corrected himself, as he remembered Sungmin’s face whenever he called him that.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
Zhou Mi rubbed his hair. He had completely forgotten about the message Sungmin sent him when he was leaving his other dorm.
“Sorry, Min. I forgot.”
He could just sense Sungmin debating whether to forgive him or not when another voice travelled through the phone.
“Ignore him, Mi. He’s just being him.”
Zhou Mi smiled. “Hey Shindong.”
As Shindong’s voice took over, Zhou Mi could still vaguely hear Sungmin’s mumbling through the phone.
“How’s the moving?”
“It’s fine. It’s just a dorm.” Zhou Mi lied on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Have you decorated the room yet?” Sungmin’s voice travelled through again, apparently getting over Shindong’s words.
Zhou Mi nodded.
“I mean, have you decorated your room the way I define decoration and not yours?”
Sungmin could tell over the phone that Zhou Mi had nodded to his previous question.
“Min, no one can decorate their room according to your definition.” Zhou Mi could visualise the other boy’s room when they were younger. It was pink. That was his one word description of Sungmin’s definition.
“What’s wrong with my definition?”
Zhou Mi heard the pout over the phone and chuckled.
Zhou Mi looked around his room, his body filled suddenly with warmth.
Maybe it didn’t feel like home because there were missing people.
But it feels like home now.
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Everything was going on as normal in the café. Yesung was there that day, and so was Heechul. Customers were streaming in and out, some having just had a meal, others with cups in their hands, but all with a smile. Yesung was manning the counter while both Heechul and Kyuhyun were serving on the floor as it was a full house today. Hankyung was kept busy in the back, preparing all the food that was required.
Kyuhyun leaned on the counter, taking a breather from his constant walking as he waited for his order to arrive.
“You alright?”
Yesung asked as he continued to make the coffee Kyuhyun was waiting for. He glanced at the younger boy, who was slightly pale, as his hands pressed the necessary buttons without him looking.
Kyuhyun blinked looking at Yesung before he nodded. “I’m fine.”
Yesung placed the coffee on the plate before pushing the plate towards Kyuhyun.
“Take a break for a while. Heechul won’t die handling the floor by himself.”
Kyuhyun shook his head, grabbing the plate at the same time. Yesung looked like he wanted to say more but could not as the next customer came up to his counter.
The next time Yesung looked up he could not find the boy on the floor. Just then Heechul wandered up. By then the café was much less busy and Heechul had time to stop and talk.
“Where’s Kyuhyun?”
Yesung asked as he prepared a drink.
“Sent him off on a break five minutes ago.” Heechul answered as he took the drink from Yesung. “That boy is almost as hard to convince as Kibum. I had to stare at him hard before he gave in.”
Taking a sip from the cup, Heechul continued.
“I think he should be Kibum’s brother instead of Donghae. Honestly, how can two siblings be so different?”
Yesung shook his head as Heechul went off tangent.
“You know they are more alike than what others think.”
Heechul just waved his hand, showing that he was only joking.
“Excuse me!”
Placing the cup down, Heechul sighed.
“And that’s my popularity showing again.”
“More like because you’re the only one available.”
Yesung retorted as he cleared away the cup.
“You’re just jealous.”
Heechul threw back at Yesung as he headed towards the customer, leaving the other gaping behind him.
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“Jaejoong!”
Jaejoong turned around at his name, smiling as he recognised the voice.
“Yunho!”
The other boy came up next to him, rubbing shoulders with him.
Jaejoong’s smile only became wider at that action.
“How’s my jealous boy doing?”
“Jae!”
Jaejoong chuckled at Yunho’s fast turning red face. He simply could not resist teasing Yunho about it almost every time they meet.
When will I escape this torture? Yunho thought, resisting the urge to pout.
“Alright, I’ll stop.”
Yunho turned around. “Thank you.”
“But you have to admit it’s cute.”
Yunho sputtered at that, regretting the day he got jealous.
Jaejoong laughed, fingers entwined with Yunho’s, preventing Yunho from exploding on him.
Feeling Jaejoong’s hand wrapped around his, Yunho calmed down.
“Kyuhyun ah!”
The rate Yunho spun round at Jaejoong’s call surprised Jaejoong.
When Yunho heard the chuckles from the shorter boy next to him, he realised that he had been tricked - again.
“Fine, fine. I’ll stop now. Promise.”
Jaejoong gave in at the look Yunho was giving him.
After making sure that Jaejoong was being truthful with his words, Yunho started walking once more.
“Actually, I wanted to talk about Kyuhyun.”
Huh? Jaejoong threw a stunned look at his partner.
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Sungmin whipped out his phone just as Shindong shut the door behind him. He sat on the floor, patting the ground next to him as he waited for an answer. Without a word, Shindong took the space next to Sungmin, instinctively knowing who the younger boy was calling.
“Zhou Mi! Why didn’t you call me?”
Shindong could only sigh when he realised where the conversation could potentially be heading towards. He made a grab at the phone, but not without Sungmin getting another question in.
“Ignore him, Mi. He’s just being him.”
“Hmph, who’s the young master right now? I was just worried about him. Was there anything wrong about worrying about our friend?”
Shindong smiled at the ramblings next to him, knowing that Zhou Mi must be smiling on the other end as well.
“How’s the moving?”
Shindong frowned a little at Zhou Mi’s answer. He wished that their friend could be here instead of there. Just then, Sungmin leaned in, taking over the talk.
“Have you decorated the room yet?”
There was silence as the two imitated Zhou Mi’s nod.
“I mean, have you decorated your room the way I define decoration and not yours?”
“Min, no one can decorate their room according to your definition.”
Shindong could not stop the chuckle that escaped his throat when he heard Zhou Mi’s reply. It had been a long time since he had heard that from anyone. And he had missed it.
Sungmin pouted, grabbing the phone from Shindong.
“What’s wrong with my definition?”
He shot that question at both his friends.
“’Cos it’s pink?”
Shindong and Zhou Mi answered simultaneously, causing the two to burst out in laughter once more as Sungmin sulked.
“You just watch it Mi. You only escape because you’re not here right now.”
Sungmin kicked the laughing Shindong as he spoke, though a smile escaped, messing up the sulk he was trying to maintain.
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Part B