Fic Meme Drabbles
Title: Fic Meme
Length: Drabbles
Fandoms: Super Junior, SS501
Pairings: HenWook, KyuSaeng, KyuKyu, KiHae, QMi
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Drabbles written for a fic meme that went around recently! Hope you guys like them~! And thank you to everkitsune for betaing~! <3
Don’t be Afraid - everkitsune - Henry/RyeoWook - 548 Words
RyeoWook is distracted from examining the elaborate set for their comeback when he notices what he had originally thought a tall shadow in the background… Had just moved.
“Hyung,” he called, getting YeSung’s attention. “Who’s he?” YeSung followed his gaze to the boy standing there, watching them and looking uncomfortable. YeSung shrugged.
“Not sure. Ask the manager?”
“I think he’s the one who does the violin solo in the song,” LeeTeuk supplied, somehow overhearing from his position several bodies away. Unfortunately, he had to speak rather loud to be heard, and everyone stopped talking, focusing their attention on the violinist, whose eyes widened slightly when he noticed they were all staring at him.
Thankfully, he was saved by the manager approaching with several cameramen and the stylists, ushering them into their positions for filming the MV. RyeoWook smiles at the stylist noona, but his attention wanders back to that corner again. The violinist was nowhere in sight.
After two hours or filming, they’re allowed a small break. RyeoWook holds the water bottle against his cheek, feeling the drops of moisture run down his skin as he wanders around. The sound of someone talking in a different language catches his attention and he walks along the hallway, following that voice.
Stopping outside a room, RyeoWook peeked inside and saw the violinist from before, leaning against a wall and talking on his cell phone in what must be English. His hair fell in front of his face, hiding it from view. Trying to hear what was being said, RyeoWook could pick up on small words, meaningless words, only serving to confuse him more.
The boy hung up with a soft sigh, slipping the phone back into his pocket and turning towards the door. Small eyes hidden behind dark hair met RyeoWook’s own, and the other stopped, blinking.
The magnae smiled, bowing slightly. “I’m RyeoWook, it’s nice to meet you. You’re our violinist, right? You’re really good at it, from what I’ve heard.”
Looking at the other again, RyeoWook noticed the dismayed look of confusion on the others face. “Ah… Do you understand me?” He asked hesitantly.
The boy nodded, hesitantly. “A little,” he said, making a sign with his fingers to know just how little.
RyeoWook smiled, walking into the room. “What is your name?” He asked softly, looking behind the boy and seeing the violin resting in its case.
“Henry Lau.”
His smile widened, and Henry smiled back finally. “Can I hear you play?” He asked, motioning to the violin to make his question clearer. Henry hesitated, then nodded, getting his violin.
Sitting beside the younger male, listening to the clear music coming from him, the smile wouldn’t leave RyeoWook’s face. “Henli sshi,” He started when the other had finished. Henry looked at him, slightly confused by the mispronunciation of his name for a moment. “You don’t have to be afraid.”
Henry blinked at him, and RyeoWook wasn’t sure if he understood or not. But when they resumed filming, and it was Henry’s turn for his solo along with DongHae and EunHyuk, he looked less rattled than before. RyeoWook waved at him from his seat watching, and Henry smiled at him, the way his eyes crinkled in mirth visible even through the hair covering his face, covering his identity.
Finding Home - renichifreak - KyuJong/YoungSaeng - 472 Words
YoungSaeng found his younger bandmate hiding out in his room.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting down across from KyuJong as the other watched the sky overhead. “Hiding from our crazy inmates?” Even in here they could hear the commotion as HyunJoong argued with HyungJoon about something (last he’d checked, they’d been in the middle of trying to cook dinner), and JungMin created chaos in general.
KyuJong shrugged wordlessly. He’d been quiet all week; YoungSaeng was sure there was a reason for it, and since their leader was too busy with his schedule and the other two were too dense to notice their depressed friend unless KyuJong shouted it at the rooftops, it had somehow fallen to YoungSaeng to find out just what was wrong.
YoungSaeng wasn’t one to press; KyuJong would say it eventually, when he wanted to. He preferred it himself when he was allowed the time to think before speaking, so he knew the younger, quieter boy would as well.
So instead he moved to sit on the bed beside KyuJong, watching the sky outside the window like he did, not speaking.
There was silence for the longest time.
“I miss home,” KyuJong finally uttered, his gaze never leaving the only star that seemed to be visible in the night sky. YoungSaeng was sure it was a plane.
Looking at the other male, YoungSaeng considered how drastic a change it had been for a country lad to stay in the city’s hustle and bustle for so long. He’d thought, after a few years of going back and forth between Seoul and Tokyo, he would be used to it. But there was still that longing for home.
“The stars were always brighter,” KyuJong continued. “No matter where you are, if you can see the night sky clearly, you… You feel at home.”
But there were no stars tonight. There hadn’t been any visible for over a week.
YoungSaeng looked at his dongsaeng, who still hadn’t looked away from the sky. “Hey,” he said softly, getting the others attention. KyuJong turned to look at him dark brown eyes meeting his own in the darkness of the room. “We are going to have a few days off soon, I hear the managers talking about it. Probably right after the Asia Tour. Why don’t you show me where you used to live? Visit home for a bit?”
KyuJong finally smiled, a small smile, but it was there. “Alright,” he said softly. “I’m sorry if I’ve been bringing you all down, hyung.”
KyuJong leaned over and kissed the older male lightly on the mouth. YoungSaeng responded, hands coming up to twine lightly in the boys dark hair, pulling him closer.
KyuJong might feel lost and lacking a home without the stars shining above him, but until they came back, YoungSaeng hoped he was replacement enough.
Stage Fright - sbluesnow - KyuJong/KyuHyun - 608 Words
The roar of the audience blocked out the thumping of his heart as he waited for their turn on stage. He’d never felt so unprepared before. His hands shook, his vision blurred. This was it, his debut as part of the group. Everyone else definitely looked nervous (DongHae was chattering more than usual, HeeChul was snappier, and RyeoWook looked about to pass out), but they’d done this before; they weren’t fresh off the trainee list like he was.
SungMin stuck his face in front of the younger males. “Kyu, you alright?” He asked, concerned. “Don’t pass out on stage,” HeeChul commented in passing, fixing his hair for the nth time with his pocket mirror.
“Only if you don’t hog the cameras, hyung,” KyuHyun replied cheekily, and SungMin laughed and left him alone, deciding if the new magnae was able to smart-mouth HeeChul he must be okay.
KyuHyun continued smiling until they’d all looked away. Once everyone’s attention was elsewhere (Which didn’t take long; EunHae had run into each other somehow and it looked like it must have hurt) the smile slipped off like soap water. He returned to listening to the booming music of the band ahead of them, watching the dancing figures from his position at the waiting room door.
Too soon, all too soon, the music was done and it was their turn to go on. Looking back at his bandmates, KyuHyun sighed and turned to walk out.
A young man collided with him, instinctively reaching out and grabbing KyuHyun’s sleeves to stop them both from falling over. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I forgot something in the waiting room.” Which explained why he was here, instead of in the other room where he was supposed to be after a performance.
KyuHyun nodded, stomach churning with nerves. Maybe it was just as well they hadn’t eaten anything for a while; HeeChul would never let him hear the end of it if he was sick seconds before their comeback.
The boy took one look at his face, and wordlessly dragged him back into the waiting room. The others looked confused, LeeTeuk about to say something before KangIn pulled him out with the others. “You have two minutes, KyuHyun,” their manager called, eyes twinkling with mirth. What was so funny?
“What do they find so funny?” He asked the unknown male, as the other rummaged around in a bag that had been in the room when they’d came in. The other looked back at him. “You look like you’re going to have a nervous breakdown,” he said quietly. “You’re Cho KyuHyun, right? The 13th member?”
Was it really that obvious? KyuHyun looked at himself in the mirror. Appearance-wise, he appeared fine. But his eyes, they made him look like he was trapped in a corner with no way out.
“My name’s KyuJong,” the other introduced himself, handing KyuHyun a water bottle. For the first time, KyuHyun really took in the others appearance, discovering he recognized him. Nodding, he muttered thanks and took the bottle of water.
“Splash some on your face, and think of it as just another practice,” KyuJong said, zipping up his bag and slinging it over one shoulder. KyuHyun obeyed, finding the water refreshing as it wet his skin. He drank some, started to realize his mouth was as dry as sandpaper. He was supposed to sing like this? “I have an interview to catch… Good luck?”
KyuHyun nodded, lips pressed firmly together. “Thanks.”
KyuJong smiled at him, as if to say he’d do fine. KyuHyun heard the manager call his name, and turned and walked towards the door. When he looked back, KyuJong was gone.
The knot of tension in his stomach loosened somewhat, and he grinned. Turning around again, KyuHyun walked through the waiting room door and was engulfed by the screams of the fans.
Kidnapped Memories - music_loner - KiBum/DongHae - 733 Words
“Bummie, tell me about everyone,” DongHae requested with wide eyes. KiBum smiled, shifting position so he was sitting next to his hyung, looking away from the window to see those warm, chocolate brown eyes focused on him with keen attention.
“We’re called Super Junior. There’s thirteen of us, and two others, so that makes fifteen really.” DongHae nodded, not looking away for an instant. “There’s JungSu hyung, our leader, but the fans call him LeeTeuk. Then there’s HeeChul hyung, and he’s like a dangerous, out of control whirlwind most of the time but he’s a good hyung.” The older male beside him laughed, the sound like bells to KiBum’s ears.
“Then there’s Han Geng, or HanKyung hyung, and he’s our Chinese member. He makes fried rice all the time, and he’s a good dancer. JongWoon hyung, our YeSung, is a good singer. He’s full of fail, but we love him for it. YoungWoon hyung is KangIn, and he makes sure everyone listens to JungSu hyung. SungMin hyung likes pink things, but he’s a black belt and will kick you through a wall if you say anything snarky to him. HyukJae hyung, EunHyuk, he’s our rapper and a great dancer. He’s like a monkey though.”
KiBum took a sip of water, seeing DongHae’s eyes follow him as he placed the glass back on the stand. “Then there’s SiWon hyung, the gentleman and the emperor of gestures. He talks more with his hands than with his mouth. DongHee is called ShinDong, and he’s a great dancer, he puts together choreographies. RyeoWook is our eternal magnae, and he’s one of our best singers. KyuHyun is probably the snarkiest kid you could ever meet, but he’s got good intentions. Henli is the baby violinist, and he has big cheeks that I’m sure everyone’s pinched at least once. Zhou Mi, JooMyuk in Hangul, is like a portable ray of sunshine. I swear, he hardly ever stops smiling.”
DongHae nodded, grinning that same grin that made KiBum’s stomach do flipflops inside him. “What about you, KiBummie?”
“Me? I’m the actor, I guess.” He laughed softly at the pout DongHae gave at his very short description of himself.
Watching the other count off his fingers, he noted the frown that appeared. “There’s only 14. You said 15, right?”
“Right?”
“So who’s the last one?”
“Oh, him,” KiBum said slowly, watching DongHae pout again. Laughing, he continued. “He’s one of our best dancers, and a constant source of happiness in the group. He’s like a puppy, very energetic and playful, and hardly ever gets down. He cries when he talks about his father, and he’s friendly with everyone, even those outside the industry.”
DongHae clapped. “He sounds cool! What’s his name?”
KiBum smiled, locking eyes with the other male. “Lee DongHae.”
For a second, he thought he saw something there, something he’d been looking for, and his heart skipped a beat.
But then DongHae clapped his hands again and laughed. “Wow, he has the same name as me! Cool!” KiBum felt his heart sink, and he forced a smile back on. “Yeah. He does.”
“Kim KiBum sshi, visiting hours are up.”
KiBum nodded at the nurse standing at the door, getting up off the white-sheeted bed. DongHae blinked at him. “You’ll come back tomorrow, right? I want to hear more!”
The look of childlike bliss and innocence on the others flawless face twisted at something inside the actor, and he returned that bright smile with a sad one of his own. Pretending that, when he came tomorrow, he wouldn’t have to be introduced to DongHae all over again. Pretending he wouldn’t have to find another way to get past the mental barriers keeping his DongHae from him. Like he hadn’t already been trying for over a month.
“Of course I’ll come back.”
“See you tomorrow, KiBummie!” DongHae waved. KiBum returned the gesture, continuing to smile until he’d walked out of the room.
Feeling a warm hand on his shoulder, the smile finally faded. “I want to find the one who did this to him,” he managed to choke out. “I thought… I thought he would recognize me, even if just a little.”
“Are you sure you should keep doing this?” JungSu asked, with sad eyes. “It’s tearing you apart.”
“I can’t stop. I won’t. I’ll make him remember, hyung, one way or another.”
Until I can have my DongHae back again.
Game Master - jung_hyeri - KyuHyun/Zhou Mi - 714 Words
“KUI XIAAAAAAAAAAN~!”
The only bad thing about beating Zhou Mi in video games, KyuHyun mused absently, was that he whined when he lost.
“It’s not fair~,” Zhou Mi nagged in his ear as KyuHyun’s car raced across the finish line, Zhou Mi’s in a smoking ruin several laps back. “The game’s all in Mandarin, but you play it so well! Why are you so good?”
“It doesn’t take very much language skills to figure out where the gas button is ge,” KyuHyun replied blankly. And it didn’t really help Zhou Mi had tried to accelerate in a turn and took out a good chunk of the wall. Not that he was going to say that to the other; it would only make Zhou Mi complain more, and his ears had taken enough abuse for the day.
Zhou Mi pouted. “You’re cruel, Kui Xian,” he whined, before getting up and going to see Henry practicing violin in the other room.
Was it so bad he wanted to win? KyuHyun frowned at the TV screen for a few minutes. Zhou Mi was confusing; he insisted on playing against KyuHyun time and time again, knowing he was going to lose each time. No one had ever come back so many times to what was certainly a very embarrassing defeat. KyuHyun hadn’t even needed to run Zhou Mi off the road this time; the elder had done it himself.
The cursor on the screen moved to the Mandarin text saying ‘play again’, as RyeoWook sat down beside him. “That was rather mean,” The eternal magnae said, frowning slightly as a new race was brought up, the controller in his hands. “Now Zhou Mi looks like he’s about to cry.”
“I don’t understand why he keeps coming back only to be beaten,” KyuHyun defended himself. “Am I expected to not want to win?”
“He’s tried to get your respect, Kyu.” The race started, and they both pressed the gas button. Naturally, KyuHyun pulled into the lead as RyeoWook took the first turn too wide. “You spend so much time on the games, and he wants to spend time with you, and he thinks by beating you at something he can be closer to you.”
KyuHyun blinked slightly, hands moving automatically on the controls to speed through the laps. “You think?”
“I know.” And with that, KyuHyun won the race. RyeoWook looked at the other. “And besides, I wanted to go somewhere with Henli, and I can’t do anything with Zhou Mi hanging all over him.”
“I knew there were ulterior motives in there.” RyeoWook laughed and ran off when KyuHyun tried to smack him playfully.
After giving it much thought, KyuHyun got up and went to the other room, where Zhou Mi was chattering with Henry in rapid-fire Mandarin and the younger male looked thoroughly lost.
“Mi,” KyuHyun called. Zhou Mi looked up at him and smiled. “Let’s play again?”
“Okay!” Zhou Mi chimed happily without hesitation, bounding to his feet (Kyuhyun heard Henry give a soft sigh of relief), and trailing after KyuHyun to the other room.
They sat down in front of the screen again, KyuHyun looking at Zhou Mi and hitting ‘play again’. The new race was brought up, and then they were off. KyuHyun snuck peeks at Zhou Mi throughout the game. The others face was set in a look of utter concentration, tongue sticking out of one corner of his mouth as he worked the controls clumsily, bouncing off walls and obstacles on the way.
As they neared the last lap, and approached the finish line, KyuHyun took a deep breath and did something he’d learnt from Zhou Mi never to do; he pressed the accelerate button during the last sharp turn. His car spun out of control, and crashed.
Zhou Mi’s car raced across the finish line. KyuHyun barely had time to comment on it before he suddenly had an armful of Chinese man. “I won, I did it! Kui XIAN~~!!!!”
Okay, so the idea that the other would not whine if he won turned out wrong. KyuHyun sighed, returning the hug tentatively. Well, at least it turned out for the better.
Until he heard Zhou Mi bragging about his win to everyone who would hear. He was never listening to RyeoWook again.
Length: Drabbles
Fandoms: Super Junior, SS501
Pairings: HenWook, KyuSaeng, KyuKyu, KiHae, QMi
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Drabbles written for a fic meme that went around recently! Hope you guys like them~! And thank you to everkitsune for betaing~! <3
Don’t be Afraid - everkitsune - Henry/RyeoWook - 548 Words
RyeoWook is distracted from examining the elaborate set for their comeback when he notices what he had originally thought a tall shadow in the background… Had just moved.
“Hyung,” he called, getting YeSung’s attention. “Who’s he?” YeSung followed his gaze to the boy standing there, watching them and looking uncomfortable. YeSung shrugged.
“Not sure. Ask the manager?”
“I think he’s the one who does the violin solo in the song,” LeeTeuk supplied, somehow overhearing from his position several bodies away. Unfortunately, he had to speak rather loud to be heard, and everyone stopped talking, focusing their attention on the violinist, whose eyes widened slightly when he noticed they were all staring at him.
Thankfully, he was saved by the manager approaching with several cameramen and the stylists, ushering them into their positions for filming the MV. RyeoWook smiles at the stylist noona, but his attention wanders back to that corner again. The violinist was nowhere in sight.
After two hours or filming, they’re allowed a small break. RyeoWook holds the water bottle against his cheek, feeling the drops of moisture run down his skin as he wanders around. The sound of someone talking in a different language catches his attention and he walks along the hallway, following that voice.
Stopping outside a room, RyeoWook peeked inside and saw the violinist from before, leaning against a wall and talking on his cell phone in what must be English. His hair fell in front of his face, hiding it from view. Trying to hear what was being said, RyeoWook could pick up on small words, meaningless words, only serving to confuse him more.
The boy hung up with a soft sigh, slipping the phone back into his pocket and turning towards the door. Small eyes hidden behind dark hair met RyeoWook’s own, and the other stopped, blinking.
The magnae smiled, bowing slightly. “I’m RyeoWook, it’s nice to meet you. You’re our violinist, right? You’re really good at it, from what I’ve heard.”
Looking at the other again, RyeoWook noticed the dismayed look of confusion on the others face. “Ah… Do you understand me?” He asked hesitantly.
The boy nodded, hesitantly. “A little,” he said, making a sign with his fingers to know just how little.
RyeoWook smiled, walking into the room. “What is your name?” He asked softly, looking behind the boy and seeing the violin resting in its case.
“Henry Lau.”
His smile widened, and Henry smiled back finally. “Can I hear you play?” He asked, motioning to the violin to make his question clearer. Henry hesitated, then nodded, getting his violin.
Sitting beside the younger male, listening to the clear music coming from him, the smile wouldn’t leave RyeoWook’s face. “Henli sshi,” He started when the other had finished. Henry looked at him, slightly confused by the mispronunciation of his name for a moment. “You don’t have to be afraid.”
Henry blinked at him, and RyeoWook wasn’t sure if he understood or not. But when they resumed filming, and it was Henry’s turn for his solo along with DongHae and EunHyuk, he looked less rattled than before. RyeoWook waved at him from his seat watching, and Henry smiled at him, the way his eyes crinkled in mirth visible even through the hair covering his face, covering his identity.
Finding Home - renichifreak - KyuJong/YoungSaeng - 472 Words
YoungSaeng found his younger bandmate hiding out in his room.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting down across from KyuJong as the other watched the sky overhead. “Hiding from our crazy inmates?” Even in here they could hear the commotion as HyunJoong argued with HyungJoon about something (last he’d checked, they’d been in the middle of trying to cook dinner), and JungMin created chaos in general.
KyuJong shrugged wordlessly. He’d been quiet all week; YoungSaeng was sure there was a reason for it, and since their leader was too busy with his schedule and the other two were too dense to notice their depressed friend unless KyuJong shouted it at the rooftops, it had somehow fallen to YoungSaeng to find out just what was wrong.
YoungSaeng wasn’t one to press; KyuJong would say it eventually, when he wanted to. He preferred it himself when he was allowed the time to think before speaking, so he knew the younger, quieter boy would as well.
So instead he moved to sit on the bed beside KyuJong, watching the sky outside the window like he did, not speaking.
There was silence for the longest time.
“I miss home,” KyuJong finally uttered, his gaze never leaving the only star that seemed to be visible in the night sky. YoungSaeng was sure it was a plane.
Looking at the other male, YoungSaeng considered how drastic a change it had been for a country lad to stay in the city’s hustle and bustle for so long. He’d thought, after a few years of going back and forth between Seoul and Tokyo, he would be used to it. But there was still that longing for home.
“The stars were always brighter,” KyuJong continued. “No matter where you are, if you can see the night sky clearly, you… You feel at home.”
But there were no stars tonight. There hadn’t been any visible for over a week.
YoungSaeng looked at his dongsaeng, who still hadn’t looked away from the sky. “Hey,” he said softly, getting the others attention. KyuJong turned to look at him dark brown eyes meeting his own in the darkness of the room. “We are going to have a few days off soon, I hear the managers talking about it. Probably right after the Asia Tour. Why don’t you show me where you used to live? Visit home for a bit?”
KyuJong finally smiled, a small smile, but it was there. “Alright,” he said softly. “I’m sorry if I’ve been bringing you all down, hyung.”
KyuJong leaned over and kissed the older male lightly on the mouth. YoungSaeng responded, hands coming up to twine lightly in the boys dark hair, pulling him closer.
KyuJong might feel lost and lacking a home without the stars shining above him, but until they came back, YoungSaeng hoped he was replacement enough.
Stage Fright - sbluesnow - KyuJong/KyuHyun - 608 Words
The roar of the audience blocked out the thumping of his heart as he waited for their turn on stage. He’d never felt so unprepared before. His hands shook, his vision blurred. This was it, his debut as part of the group. Everyone else definitely looked nervous (DongHae was chattering more than usual, HeeChul was snappier, and RyeoWook looked about to pass out), but they’d done this before; they weren’t fresh off the trainee list like he was.
SungMin stuck his face in front of the younger males. “Kyu, you alright?” He asked, concerned. “Don’t pass out on stage,” HeeChul commented in passing, fixing his hair for the nth time with his pocket mirror.
“Only if you don’t hog the cameras, hyung,” KyuHyun replied cheekily, and SungMin laughed and left him alone, deciding if the new magnae was able to smart-mouth HeeChul he must be okay.
KyuHyun continued smiling until they’d all looked away. Once everyone’s attention was elsewhere (Which didn’t take long; EunHae had run into each other somehow and it looked like it must have hurt) the smile slipped off like soap water. He returned to listening to the booming music of the band ahead of them, watching the dancing figures from his position at the waiting room door.
Too soon, all too soon, the music was done and it was their turn to go on. Looking back at his bandmates, KyuHyun sighed and turned to walk out.
A young man collided with him, instinctively reaching out and grabbing KyuHyun’s sleeves to stop them both from falling over. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I forgot something in the waiting room.” Which explained why he was here, instead of in the other room where he was supposed to be after a performance.
KyuHyun nodded, stomach churning with nerves. Maybe it was just as well they hadn’t eaten anything for a while; HeeChul would never let him hear the end of it if he was sick seconds before their comeback.
The boy took one look at his face, and wordlessly dragged him back into the waiting room. The others looked confused, LeeTeuk about to say something before KangIn pulled him out with the others. “You have two minutes, KyuHyun,” their manager called, eyes twinkling with mirth. What was so funny?
“What do they find so funny?” He asked the unknown male, as the other rummaged around in a bag that had been in the room when they’d came in. The other looked back at him. “You look like you’re going to have a nervous breakdown,” he said quietly. “You’re Cho KyuHyun, right? The 13th member?”
Was it really that obvious? KyuHyun looked at himself in the mirror. Appearance-wise, he appeared fine. But his eyes, they made him look like he was trapped in a corner with no way out.
“My name’s KyuJong,” the other introduced himself, handing KyuHyun a water bottle. For the first time, KyuHyun really took in the others appearance, discovering he recognized him. Nodding, he muttered thanks and took the bottle of water.
“Splash some on your face, and think of it as just another practice,” KyuJong said, zipping up his bag and slinging it over one shoulder. KyuHyun obeyed, finding the water refreshing as it wet his skin. He drank some, started to realize his mouth was as dry as sandpaper. He was supposed to sing like this? “I have an interview to catch… Good luck?”
KyuHyun nodded, lips pressed firmly together. “Thanks.”
KyuJong smiled at him, as if to say he’d do fine. KyuHyun heard the manager call his name, and turned and walked towards the door. When he looked back, KyuJong was gone.
The knot of tension in his stomach loosened somewhat, and he grinned. Turning around again, KyuHyun walked through the waiting room door and was engulfed by the screams of the fans.
Kidnapped Memories - music_loner - KiBum/DongHae - 733 Words
“Bummie, tell me about everyone,” DongHae requested with wide eyes. KiBum smiled, shifting position so he was sitting next to his hyung, looking away from the window to see those warm, chocolate brown eyes focused on him with keen attention.
“We’re called Super Junior. There’s thirteen of us, and two others, so that makes fifteen really.” DongHae nodded, not looking away for an instant. “There’s JungSu hyung, our leader, but the fans call him LeeTeuk. Then there’s HeeChul hyung, and he’s like a dangerous, out of control whirlwind most of the time but he’s a good hyung.” The older male beside him laughed, the sound like bells to KiBum’s ears.
“Then there’s Han Geng, or HanKyung hyung, and he’s our Chinese member. He makes fried rice all the time, and he’s a good dancer. JongWoon hyung, our YeSung, is a good singer. He’s full of fail, but we love him for it. YoungWoon hyung is KangIn, and he makes sure everyone listens to JungSu hyung. SungMin hyung likes pink things, but he’s a black belt and will kick you through a wall if you say anything snarky to him. HyukJae hyung, EunHyuk, he’s our rapper and a great dancer. He’s like a monkey though.”
KiBum took a sip of water, seeing DongHae’s eyes follow him as he placed the glass back on the stand. “Then there’s SiWon hyung, the gentleman and the emperor of gestures. He talks more with his hands than with his mouth. DongHee is called ShinDong, and he’s a great dancer, he puts together choreographies. RyeoWook is our eternal magnae, and he’s one of our best singers. KyuHyun is probably the snarkiest kid you could ever meet, but he’s got good intentions. Henli is the baby violinist, and he has big cheeks that I’m sure everyone’s pinched at least once. Zhou Mi, JooMyuk in Hangul, is like a portable ray of sunshine. I swear, he hardly ever stops smiling.”
DongHae nodded, grinning that same grin that made KiBum’s stomach do flipflops inside him. “What about you, KiBummie?”
“Me? I’m the actor, I guess.” He laughed softly at the pout DongHae gave at his very short description of himself.
Watching the other count off his fingers, he noted the frown that appeared. “There’s only 14. You said 15, right?”
“Right?”
“So who’s the last one?”
“Oh, him,” KiBum said slowly, watching DongHae pout again. Laughing, he continued. “He’s one of our best dancers, and a constant source of happiness in the group. He’s like a puppy, very energetic and playful, and hardly ever gets down. He cries when he talks about his father, and he’s friendly with everyone, even those outside the industry.”
DongHae clapped. “He sounds cool! What’s his name?”
KiBum smiled, locking eyes with the other male. “Lee DongHae.”
For a second, he thought he saw something there, something he’d been looking for, and his heart skipped a beat.
But then DongHae clapped his hands again and laughed. “Wow, he has the same name as me! Cool!” KiBum felt his heart sink, and he forced a smile back on. “Yeah. He does.”
“Kim KiBum sshi, visiting hours are up.”
KiBum nodded at the nurse standing at the door, getting up off the white-sheeted bed. DongHae blinked at him. “You’ll come back tomorrow, right? I want to hear more!”
The look of childlike bliss and innocence on the others flawless face twisted at something inside the actor, and he returned that bright smile with a sad one of his own. Pretending that, when he came tomorrow, he wouldn’t have to be introduced to DongHae all over again. Pretending he wouldn’t have to find another way to get past the mental barriers keeping his DongHae from him. Like he hadn’t already been trying for over a month.
“Of course I’ll come back.”
“See you tomorrow, KiBummie!” DongHae waved. KiBum returned the gesture, continuing to smile until he’d walked out of the room.
Feeling a warm hand on his shoulder, the smile finally faded. “I want to find the one who did this to him,” he managed to choke out. “I thought… I thought he would recognize me, even if just a little.”
“Are you sure you should keep doing this?” JungSu asked, with sad eyes. “It’s tearing you apart.”
“I can’t stop. I won’t. I’ll make him remember, hyung, one way or another.”
Until I can have my DongHae back again.
Game Master - jung_hyeri - KyuHyun/Zhou Mi - 714 Words
“KUI XIAAAAAAAAAAN~!”
The only bad thing about beating Zhou Mi in video games, KyuHyun mused absently, was that he whined when he lost.
“It’s not fair~,” Zhou Mi nagged in his ear as KyuHyun’s car raced across the finish line, Zhou Mi’s in a smoking ruin several laps back. “The game’s all in Mandarin, but you play it so well! Why are you so good?”
“It doesn’t take very much language skills to figure out where the gas button is ge,” KyuHyun replied blankly. And it didn’t really help Zhou Mi had tried to accelerate in a turn and took out a good chunk of the wall. Not that he was going to say that to the other; it would only make Zhou Mi complain more, and his ears had taken enough abuse for the day.
Zhou Mi pouted. “You’re cruel, Kui Xian,” he whined, before getting up and going to see Henry practicing violin in the other room.
Was it so bad he wanted to win? KyuHyun frowned at the TV screen for a few minutes. Zhou Mi was confusing; he insisted on playing against KyuHyun time and time again, knowing he was going to lose each time. No one had ever come back so many times to what was certainly a very embarrassing defeat. KyuHyun hadn’t even needed to run Zhou Mi off the road this time; the elder had done it himself.
The cursor on the screen moved to the Mandarin text saying ‘play again’, as RyeoWook sat down beside him. “That was rather mean,” The eternal magnae said, frowning slightly as a new race was brought up, the controller in his hands. “Now Zhou Mi looks like he’s about to cry.”
“I don’t understand why he keeps coming back only to be beaten,” KyuHyun defended himself. “Am I expected to not want to win?”
“He’s tried to get your respect, Kyu.” The race started, and they both pressed the gas button. Naturally, KyuHyun pulled into the lead as RyeoWook took the first turn too wide. “You spend so much time on the games, and he wants to spend time with you, and he thinks by beating you at something he can be closer to you.”
KyuHyun blinked slightly, hands moving automatically on the controls to speed through the laps. “You think?”
“I know.” And with that, KyuHyun won the race. RyeoWook looked at the other. “And besides, I wanted to go somewhere with Henli, and I can’t do anything with Zhou Mi hanging all over him.”
“I knew there were ulterior motives in there.” RyeoWook laughed and ran off when KyuHyun tried to smack him playfully.
After giving it much thought, KyuHyun got up and went to the other room, where Zhou Mi was chattering with Henry in rapid-fire Mandarin and the younger male looked thoroughly lost.
“Mi,” KyuHyun called. Zhou Mi looked up at him and smiled. “Let’s play again?”
“Okay!” Zhou Mi chimed happily without hesitation, bounding to his feet (Kyuhyun heard Henry give a soft sigh of relief), and trailing after KyuHyun to the other room.
They sat down in front of the screen again, KyuHyun looking at Zhou Mi and hitting ‘play again’. The new race was brought up, and then they were off. KyuHyun snuck peeks at Zhou Mi throughout the game. The others face was set in a look of utter concentration, tongue sticking out of one corner of his mouth as he worked the controls clumsily, bouncing off walls and obstacles on the way.
As they neared the last lap, and approached the finish line, KyuHyun took a deep breath and did something he’d learnt from Zhou Mi never to do; he pressed the accelerate button during the last sharp turn. His car spun out of control, and crashed.
Zhou Mi’s car raced across the finish line. KyuHyun barely had time to comment on it before he suddenly had an armful of Chinese man. “I won, I did it! Kui XIAN~~!!!!”
Okay, so the idea that the other would not whine if he won turned out wrong. KyuHyun sighed, returning the hug tentatively. Well, at least it turned out for the better.
Until he heard Zhou Mi bragging about his win to everyone who would hear. He was never listening to RyeoWook again.