yeah, ok, fine
yeah, ok, fine
band fic (some eunhae, actually) | pg13 | ~1,100w | sj,sjm swap souls
warning: quite confusing to write, very confusing to read
a/n: distressed rl + overdose of secret garden, but rly, i shouldnt be writing this
One second they are chugging down ridiculously flavored bubble tea in the dorm and a thunderclap later, they have already swapped souls with each other.
“Oh Lord,” Leeteuk - or rather, Ryeowook - gasps. “I knew that avocado milk tea was poison. It tasted like poison.”
“Hyung, please, I thought we’ve agreed not to use the Lord’s name in vain.”
“Who’s your hyung?” Leeteuk frowns. “I’m younger than yo-HOLY CRAP, I’M OLD NOW.”
”Is this the time, Shindo-Siwon?” Zhou Mi says. Then he stretches out his legs. “Wow, look at these, you guys. The air up here is so much fresher, you have no idea.” He tries out his new elongated limbs by executing a few dance moves. “Shit, I am so awkward now and are these pants tight or what. They’re giving me a camel toe.”
“Technically, you can’t have a camel toe, Zho-well, whoever you are.” Kangin drawls, ignoring Kibum who is staring resolutely at him with something alike despair.
Zhou Mi only smiles cryptically.
”Oh. My. God.” There’s a shout. Shindong clicks his tongue very loudly. “I am gorgeous.” Heechul tries to pry Yesung’s hands off his face without much success.
“Sungmin….hyung…or maybe not? Why are you crying?” Eunhyuk - now Donghae - pats Sungmin on the back.
“My skin,” Sungmin sobs, running his hands all over his face. “My complexion is divine.”
“That’d be Kyuhyun.” Zhou Mi - Sungmin - beams.
All of a sudden, Kyuhyun stands up and runs to the wardrobe, screaming ‘I can’t stand being in this ugly shirt a second longer!’ all the way.
. . . . .
Henry & Himself
“Why am I still me?” Henry asks.
No one answers him.
. . . . .
For the reader’s convenience (or the author’s own, because really, @_@)
Eunhyuk ↔ Donghae
Kangin ↔ Kibum
Leeteuk ↔ Ryeowook
Heechul ↔ Yesung
Shindong ↔ Siwon
Sungmin ↔ Kyuhyun ↔ Zhou Mi
Henry ↔ hurhurfathope
. . . . .
Eunhyuk & Donghae
“I know this is going to sound really kinky,” Eunhyuk says breathily as he slides a hand down his own hip. “but I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to have sex with myself.” He looks into the mirror placed strategically at the side of the bed and sees himself - Donghae - lying on top of…well, himself. ‘What a brilliant mindfuck,’ he thinks.
“I can’t frigging believe this,” says Donghae. “I’m actually having a reaction from your words alone. Why is your body such a pervert?”
“Hee.”
“Wait. Who’s topping now?”
“…”
“…”
. . . . .
Kangin & Kibum
Kibum is talking agitatedly into the phone. “I can’t believe that of all people, we've switched souls with each other. I can’t believe we’re still not back in Super Junior.”
“Shut. Up." Kangin spats. "Instead of discussing my new movie with the director, I got enlisted and was made to perform ‘Sorry Sorry’ alone today. I don’t even know how to dance to ‘Sorry Sorry’.”
Kibum shuts up.
. . . . .
Leeteuk & Ryeowook
They are sitting on the couch, channel surfing their way to heaven. “I’m glad it’s you, Ryeowook,” Ryeowook says with a smile as he reaches over and pets Leeteuk on the back. “Sometimes it really feels like we’re the only ones with a shred of normalcy in us.”
The real Ryeowook thinks of the furry white handcuffs he found in Leeteuk's wardrobe that morning when he was looking for clothes and the faint bloodstains on it. Then he glances down at the white strips of healing skin on Leeteuk’s wrists and says, “Sure, hyung, whatever you say.”
. . . . .
Heechul & Yesung
“Hyung, no!” Heechul wails and hangs on to the tail of Yesung’s shirt. “Can’t you wait until our souls are swapped back?”
But Yesung only pushes Heechul away. “You know, I would have hurt you but I really don’t want to bruise my beautiful being.”
Ten minutes later
Yesung emerges from the bathroom, feeling all fresh after a shower. He sneaks a furtive look at Heechul. “It’s true, isn’t it? What they say about tiny hands and…” he can’t resist a downward glance at his crotch.
Heechul hangs his head in shame.
“There, there,” Yesung rushes over and pats Heechul’s back gently. “It’s ok. If it makes you feel any better, Hankyung isn’t really the man he claims to be too…”
. . . . .
Henry & Himself #2
“Why am I still me?” Henry asks again.
No one answers him.
. . . . .
Siwon & Shindong
“I have a confession,” Shindong mourns. “I’ve lost three kilograms since the day we swapped souls.”
“I have a confession too,” Siwon says. “I’ve gained ten kilograms since the day we swapped souls.”
“How. In. The. World.” Shindong yells. “That was just yesterday.”
“I don’t know, weight gain seems to be my superpower,” says Siwon. Then he frowns. “You need to stop going to the gym, Siwon. I can’t afford to lose so much weight. This is seriously ruining our image.”
“At least stop eating when you’re talking to me.”
. . . . .
Qmimin [see p.s.]
Sungmin comes home to naked Qmi.
“Okay…” he says uncertainly, “Am I interrupting anything?”
“No,” Zhou Mi replies. “Mi,” he points to Kyuhyun. “won’t let me wear anything because my fashion sense offends him and I refuse to wear anything he offers me because his fashion sense offends me.”
“Your wardrobe sucks, Kyuhyun,” Kyuhyun sticks out his bottom lip. “I can’t find anything halfway decent. And Sungmin,” he turns to Zhou Mi. “you make me look like I’ve just arrived from Inner Mongolia okkkk.”
Zhou Mi narrows his eyes. “I suddenly feel like running naked down the streets of Myeongdong.”
“Hey,” Kyuhyun scowls.
"Right," says Sungmin. "but what about underwear?"
"Zhou Mi's undies have metal chains on them. I don't even. I DON'T EVEN." Naked Zhou Mi flaps his arms a little.
“Holy crap,” Sungmin exclaims, cradling Kyuhyun’s face in his hands so as to better examine it. “What have you done to my face!”
“I have no idea, I swear. I had some chocolate last night and woke up to fresh acne on the forehead this morning. In some twisted way, you’re pretty amazing, you know, the way you sprout pimples like wild mushrooms after rain.”
Sungmin slowly takes off his clothes.
“What are you doing?” Zhou Mi asks with bewilderment scrawled all over his face. “Don’t strip me.”
“This is a threat. I'm making sure you’re taking that run down Myeongdong. Because if you’re not, then I am.”
. . . . .
It didn’t really hit home how serious the situation is until their next concert. The next evening, Leeteuk/Ryeowook gathers everyone in the dorm for a discussion.
“Siwon, you really have to stop grinding up to other members now that you’re Shindong,” Ryeowook says critically.
Shindong pouts.
“Also, fans are complaining about the weird fanservice last night,” Ryeowook continues. “And how slutty Yesung has become.”
“Hey guys,” Hankyung suddenly bursts through the door, holding waxed sausages in one hand and what looks suspiciously like blueberry flavored bubble tea in the other. “sup! Sausages, anyone?”
Outside, a storm is brewing.
Henry prays very hard.
/lamesout
p.s.: pls refer to illustration that i had drawn to help myself cos i was confused as //censored// while i was writing qmimin
p.p.s.: if i befuddled you, i'm sorry, lets just hold hands and dance in circles like headless chickens k
band fic (some eunhae, actually) | pg13 | ~1,100w | sj,sjm swap souls
warning: quite confusing to write, very confusing to read
a/n: distressed rl + overdose of secret garden, but rly, i shouldnt be writing this
One second they are chugging down ridiculously flavored bubble tea in the dorm and a thunderclap later, they have already swapped souls with each other.
“Oh Lord,” Leeteuk - or rather, Ryeowook - gasps. “I knew that avocado milk tea was poison. It tasted like poison.”
“Hyung, please, I thought we’ve agreed not to use the Lord’s name in vain.”
“Who’s your hyung?” Leeteuk frowns. “I’m younger than yo-HOLY CRAP, I’M OLD NOW.”
”Is this the time, Shindo-Siwon?” Zhou Mi says. Then he stretches out his legs. “Wow, look at these, you guys. The air up here is so much fresher, you have no idea.” He tries out his new elongated limbs by executing a few dance moves. “Shit, I am so awkward now and are these pants tight or what. They’re giving me a camel toe.”
“Technically, you can’t have a camel toe, Zho-well, whoever you are.” Kangin drawls, ignoring Kibum who is staring resolutely at him with something alike despair.
Zhou Mi only smiles cryptically.
”Oh. My. God.” There’s a shout. Shindong clicks his tongue very loudly. “I am gorgeous.” Heechul tries to pry Yesung’s hands off his face without much success.
“Sungmin….hyung…or maybe not? Why are you crying?” Eunhyuk - now Donghae - pats Sungmin on the back.
“My skin,” Sungmin sobs, running his hands all over his face. “My complexion is divine.”
“That’d be Kyuhyun.” Zhou Mi - Sungmin - beams.
All of a sudden, Kyuhyun stands up and runs to the wardrobe, screaming ‘I can’t stand being in this ugly shirt a second longer!’ all the way.
. . . . .
Henry & Himself
“Why am I still me?” Henry asks.
No one answers him.
. . . . .
For the reader’s convenience (or the author’s own, because really, @_@)
Eunhyuk ↔ Donghae
Kangin ↔ Kibum
Leeteuk ↔ Ryeowook
Heechul ↔ Yesung
Shindong ↔ Siwon
Sungmin ↔ Kyuhyun ↔ Zhou Mi
Henry ↔ hurhurfathope
. . . . .
Eunhyuk & Donghae
“I know this is going to sound really kinky,” Eunhyuk says breathily as he slides a hand down his own hip. “but I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to have sex with myself.” He looks into the mirror placed strategically at the side of the bed and sees himself - Donghae - lying on top of…well, himself. ‘What a brilliant mindfuck,’ he thinks.
“I can’t frigging believe this,” says Donghae. “I’m actually having a reaction from your words alone. Why is your body such a pervert?”
“Hee.”
“Wait. Who’s topping now?”
“…”
“…”
. . . . .
Kangin & Kibum
Kibum is talking agitatedly into the phone. “I can’t believe that of all people, we've switched souls with each other. I can’t believe we’re still not back in Super Junior.”
“Shut. Up." Kangin spats. "Instead of discussing my new movie with the director, I got enlisted and was made to perform ‘Sorry Sorry’ alone today. I don’t even know how to dance to ‘Sorry Sorry’.”
Kibum shuts up.
. . . . .
Leeteuk & Ryeowook
They are sitting on the couch, channel surfing their way to heaven. “I’m glad it’s you, Ryeowook,” Ryeowook says with a smile as he reaches over and pets Leeteuk on the back. “Sometimes it really feels like we’re the only ones with a shred of normalcy in us.”
The real Ryeowook thinks of the furry white handcuffs he found in Leeteuk's wardrobe that morning when he was looking for clothes and the faint bloodstains on it. Then he glances down at the white strips of healing skin on Leeteuk’s wrists and says, “Sure, hyung, whatever you say.”
. . . . .
Heechul & Yesung
“Hyung, no!” Heechul wails and hangs on to the tail of Yesung’s shirt. “Can’t you wait until our souls are swapped back?”
But Yesung only pushes Heechul away. “You know, I would have hurt you but I really don’t want to bruise my beautiful being.”
Ten minutes later
Yesung emerges from the bathroom, feeling all fresh after a shower. He sneaks a furtive look at Heechul. “It’s true, isn’t it? What they say about tiny hands and…” he can’t resist a downward glance at his crotch.
Heechul hangs his head in shame.
“There, there,” Yesung rushes over and pats Heechul’s back gently. “It’s ok. If it makes you feel any better, Hankyung isn’t really the man he claims to be too…”
. . . . .
Henry & Himself #2
“Why am I still me?” Henry asks again.
No one answers him.
. . . . .
Siwon & Shindong
“I have a confession,” Shindong mourns. “I’ve lost three kilograms since the day we swapped souls.”
“I have a confession too,” Siwon says. “I’ve gained ten kilograms since the day we swapped souls.”
“How. In. The. World.” Shindong yells. “That was just yesterday.”
“I don’t know, weight gain seems to be my superpower,” says Siwon. Then he frowns. “You need to stop going to the gym, Siwon. I can’t afford to lose so much weight. This is seriously ruining our image.”
“At least stop eating when you’re talking to me.”
. . . . .
Qmimin [see p.s.]
Sungmin comes home to naked Qmi.
“Okay…” he says uncertainly, “Am I interrupting anything?”
“No,” Zhou Mi replies. “Mi,” he points to Kyuhyun. “won’t let me wear anything because my fashion sense offends him and I refuse to wear anything he offers me because his fashion sense offends me.”
“Your wardrobe sucks, Kyuhyun,” Kyuhyun sticks out his bottom lip. “I can’t find anything halfway decent. And Sungmin,” he turns to Zhou Mi. “you make me look like I’ve just arrived from Inner Mongolia okkkk.”
Zhou Mi narrows his eyes. “I suddenly feel like running naked down the streets of Myeongdong.”
“Hey,” Kyuhyun scowls.
"Right," says Sungmin. "but what about underwear?"
"Zhou Mi's undies have metal chains on them. I don't even. I DON'T EVEN." Naked Zhou Mi flaps his arms a little.
“Holy crap,” Sungmin exclaims, cradling Kyuhyun’s face in his hands so as to better examine it. “What have you done to my face!”
“I have no idea, I swear. I had some chocolate last night and woke up to fresh acne on the forehead this morning. In some twisted way, you’re pretty amazing, you know, the way you sprout pimples like wild mushrooms after rain.”
Sungmin slowly takes off his clothes.
“What are you doing?” Zhou Mi asks with bewilderment scrawled all over his face. “Don’t strip me.”
“This is a threat. I'm making sure you’re taking that run down Myeongdong. Because if you’re not, then I am.”
. . . . .
It didn’t really hit home how serious the situation is until their next concert. The next evening, Leeteuk/Ryeowook gathers everyone in the dorm for a discussion.
“Siwon, you really have to stop grinding up to other members now that you’re Shindong,” Ryeowook says critically.
Shindong pouts.
“Also, fans are complaining about the weird fanservice last night,” Ryeowook continues. “And how slutty Yesung has become.”
“Hey guys,” Hankyung suddenly bursts through the door, holding waxed sausages in one hand and what looks suspiciously like blueberry flavored bubble tea in the other. “sup! Sausages, anyone?”
Outside, a storm is brewing.
Henry prays very hard.
/lamesout
p.s.: pls refer to illustration that i had drawn to help myself cos i was confused as //censored// while i was writing qmimin
p.p.s.: if i befuddled you, i'm sorry, lets just hold hands and dance in circles like headless chickens k