Entry #12 : TPL : Talk, Plot, Love
Title : TPL - Talk, Plot, Love
Chapters : #12
Featuring : Sungmin, KyuHyun, Kangin, Eeteuk
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Two nights to Christmas in Korea, and I was getting more restless than I did earlier in the day.
All this flight delay nonsense made me take my luggage out and unpack it again - only to find out that maybe I might just be bringing back a single Puma carrier instead of a trolley bag after all.
A text message came on Chae Young.
“I’m alone in my dorm right now. I’ll really miss you a lot, so I want to see you before you go. Please come and meet me tonight.”
Sungmin.
So the big bad cat’s out again, huh?
I think I might have torn a facial muscle or two from smiling so wide.
Maybe I teleported or something, because in a blink of an eye I was miraculously standing right in front the Fighting dorm - with a really overwhelming, giddy feeling throwing about within me.
Jesus. I should really learn to stop being such an excited nervous wreck around Sungmin nowadays.
But as much as I was turning into one right then, I was actually silently singing to a 1967 Jon Denver hit inside my head.
‘Leaving on a Jet plane’ anyone?
All my bags are packed I’m ready to go…
I’m standing here outside your door…
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye…
The song died when the level of darkness threatened my sight as I pushed the perpetually unlocked front door of his apartment to let myself in.
Strange - even when no one’s in, it’s never this dark in their apartment.
“Sungmin?”
No lights were turned on - so I was heavily relying on the aid of the pathetic moonlight filtering through the windows of the balcony as I ventured further into the inked atmosphere around me.
I spotted the powerful contrast of pink crouched at a far end of a corner of the living room on the floor - with shaking shoulders and his face deeply buried into the palms of his hands.
My ears eventually picked up the faint sobs he was making.
Sungmin was crying.
“Sungmin!” I gasped, rushing over on the slippery wooden surface before skidding on my knees when I reached him.
“Hey…Are you alright?”
Hell must have frozen over before Sungmin finally looked up from the valleys of his palms - showing me his lovely face streaked wet from the tears still streaming out of his beautiful eyes.
That tiny voice in my head instantly poked: Maybe you should do something, Henry.
Like what?
Well…he’s crying! What do you do when people cry like that in front of your face?
What the hell?
How come my tiny voice sounds just like Brent Kingston?!
Just hold him, DORK.
My heart went wild - I was actually attempting to suppress the acceleration of its thunderous beat, back to regular level when I decided to screw KyuHyun and everything else - and pulled Sungmin into a comforting embrace.
His arms slipped around me in gratitude - the stiffened tension of his back relaxing as he began melting into my hold, the pressing of his face against my shoulder making me forget that he was only crying harder into the branded shirt that dressed me right then.
“Hen…Hen…”
“Shh…” I stroked the dirty brown of his hair gently, calming him down.
Wow. Was he really crying because he was going to miss me?
Jon Denver came on again.
So kiss me and smile for me…
Tell me that you’ll wait for me…
Cause I’m leaaaaaaaaaaaving on a jet plane…
I was just going to go back to Canada for a few days, really - for the holidays. It wasn’t like I was leaving Korea permanently or anything.
Sorry Jon, I might have to change the lyrics a little bit.
Don’t worry I’ll be back again…
Oh babe, I hate to go…
“Sungmin,” I whispered when I let him pull away. “Why are you crying?”
Wiping his cheek with the back on his hand, his eyes were almost ruby red when they stared into mine as he tried to string words through a short pause of breath.
Then he said, “I’m…I’m so sorry, Henli ah…”
Huh?
“I’m really, very sorry for this…”
Sorry? What’s he apologizing for?
Suddenly, a cold hand clamped upon the back of my neck - sending a stabbing chill thundering right through my spine, immobilizing me in my stance in a single, instant contact.
“Hello, Henli-sshi.”
KyuHyun.
Donghae’s words flashed into my memory as I slowly stood up, trying to swallow a forming gulp within my throat with terrible difficulty.
“KyuHyun is going to kill you.”
I knew it.
Donghae freaking told on me.
KyuHyun’s vice-like grip then loosened a little.
Merciful?
“Turn around.”
With his hand still on me, I obediently did as I was told.
KyuHyun, the darkness around us seemed to have gathered into his towering frame to swallow the singer into a perfected blend of threat and poise - despite it doing a bad job at dominating the sickening pale of his skin that was strongly radiating a soft glow under the drastic contrast of his black hair.
In any case, it really felt like KyuHyun was controlling the atmosphere change all of a sudden.
This was getting weirder - Lee Sungmin seemed to have just vanished into thin air when KyuHyun appeared.
Panic surged into me.
Ok…what the hell’s going on?
He sneered dangerously when he sensed the wild thumping of my heart through the motion of his hand now sweeping upon my tightly clenched jaw.
The rising scream at the back of my head died when he pulled his hand away - just to slam the valley of his palm back into my throat, sending a powerful blow that almost took out my entire head off had he not swiftly captured the thin of my neck into another powerful clasp of his icy fingers.
I couldn’t even stumble over my heels when he shoved me against the wall after that; the nauseating sound my back made as it hit the concrete drastically minimizing my effort to struggle for freedom.
“K-Kyu…” I choked out in a rasp as he sank me deeper into the wall, hoping that the solid thing would eat me alive.
“Yes?” He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow at how I was pathetically fighting his overwhelming power.
The iciness of his fingers continued digging into my neck, crushing my vocal chords with the sharp of his nails slicing through my nerves and flesh.
“I really can’t hear you,” he smirked, bringing his face closer to mine.
Suddenly, as I watched in my silenced horror, the starless of his pupils began growing - consuming the remaining white to fully dominate his eyes and turning them into a pair of sleek, shiny black stones.
“Look, I’ll tell you what you did wrong here,” he sighed, shaking his head sadly in a mocking fashion.
“Hmm…Let me see. Well, this is generally about Lee Sungmin. But you know that already, right?”
I wished I had taken up something smashing like Chinese martial arts or Kung Fu, because at this point of time even my kicking wildly at him was not helping at all.
How the hell did still-healing Cho KyuHyun become THIS strong was appalling to me too.
“I told you to stay away from him, but you didn’t,” he continued, drawling through a snarl.
“I know it’s hard. It is Sungmin after all. But really, I mean…how stupid can you be about this, Henli-sshi?"
Perhaps it is true when I theorised this in the first place: he isn’t exactly human.
"Aish...I'm so disappointed in you!"
I told you so. K.R.Y’s Cho KyuHyun is a vampire.
DraKyuHyun-sshi is real.
That should explain the protruding of his fangs when another disgusting crunch to my rupturing neck finally caused me to sputter blood out of my mouth in an excruciating cough.
“So now you know,” his eyes narrowed to a malicious smirk.
“You have terribly pissed me off, violin boy.”
I should have a better ending than this to my life story, don’t you think?
The trail of liquid crimson dripping from the corner of my trembling lips - and KyuHyun licked it clean with a single, rough lap of his cold tongue against my skin.
“And the people who terribly piss me off,” he chuckled, seemingly tickled by my suffering as he kissed my chin in a wistful, savouring manner.
“…Well, let’s just say I have a really bad habit of simply making them disappear.”
DraKyuHyun-sshi’s chilly fangs, they stopped hungrily seeking my neck and finally sank into the twitching nerves that he had exposed for himself in a simple flick of my lolling head back.
I heard myself screaming like a damn girl before everything plunged into total darkness.
Yeah, I know.
What an incredibly lousy way to die, Henry Lau.
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It was a day later when I arrived in Korea after the short Christmas holiday with my family in Ontario.
Manager hyung fetched me from the Incheon airport on a fair Thursday morning - just to run me down with work-related things the second I got into the car.
Usually, I pay attention to at least 80% of the things he says.
But right then, I should at least pretend to catch a thing or two just to not be unbelievably rude to him or anything - instead of getting distracted by the things I was looking at as our Honda cruised down the highway.
“…The choreographer specifically requested that you train with the rest of SuJu China members over the weekend instead of doing the song recordings…”
I looked down.
Black surface. Lines. Lines. Lines. Lines. Lines.
“…And the photo shoot for the album release needs a slight touch up, so we will be redoing the setting and props for …”
I looked up.
Trees. Lamppost. Trees. Lamppost. Trees. Lamppost.
“…I don’t think there will be much free time from now on, Henry. The year’s end is nearing and the boys are wrapping up some of their current activities to concentrate on this new project.”
The world outside was like a really fast slideshow that was going to give me a bad headache if I continued to watch it pass by - but I couldn’t take my interest off it for some weird reason.
The hazy sky stretching over busy Seoul…has it always been this blue of a hue?
Yo, yo, yo man. Nice weather!
“…Despite the ELFs staging another protest last Saturday…”
Again?
Shouldn’t they be tiring themselves at the malls, with having to buy presents for their families and friends for Christmas - instead of gathering in front of SM Entertainment’s building in the insane cold?
Perhaps they were only looking forward to Boxing Day sales.
I mean, it is THE shopping day of the year or something everywhere in the world, isn’t it?
Aw, boo. Just when I thought they were starting to miss me already.
Anyway.
Yes. Lee Donghae!
I needed to look for him.
In case you didn’t remember, I went out of my mind and started kissing an unconscious Sungmin - and I seriously believed that Donghae saw it all.
So…Did he tell KyuHyun about it?
What if he accidentally let it slip or something?
He didn’t say anything at all, not even a damn word ever since the night he and Sungmin slept over at my place - and that was giving me the DraKyuHyun-sshi nightmares in my sleep, and damn heebie-jeebies from the fiery chasms of living Hell in my wake.
Why oh why did you go and dig your own grave with your awesomely manicured nails, Henry?
That was when they appeared, and completely took my mind off things.
Kangin and Eeteuk, they probably saw my coming up from the car park so they came down just to corner me in the lift lobby - with one of Donghae’s hats in hand.
“You’ve returned, Henli ah!” Eeteuk sang, waving a little. “Welcome back!”
“Thank you,” I replied, nodding with a happy smile at his warm words.
But Kangin, he shoved the hat to my chest and barked, “Now pick one!”
Something was making him dangerously excited, it seems.
I slipped my hand into it, felt shreds of paper and gingerly pulled one out.
“Okay now you look,” Kangin instructed. “But don’t tell name!”
Next to him, Eeteuk had the same thought as I was right then - why the hell Kangin was suddenly talking to me in English was something the Super Junior leader himself couldn’t understand either.
But I really didn’t have the heart to kill his enthusiasm or anything, so I replied Kangin in the same fashion.
“Are you playing a game?” I asked, not reading whatever that was on the paper in my hand yet.
I could see Eeteuk trying so hard not to laugh his ass off when his good friend’s eager nodding almost caused him to accidentally bite on his own tongue.
“Yes, we are playing game!”
“What kind of game?”
“Christmas game! We give present but uh…you cannot say person who!”
There was a weird, choking sound coming from Eeteuk before he cleared his throat.
I tried to not to look too tickled at the fact that Kangin just bounced a little in his shoes, excitement thundering up and down his veins - and this was when he was not under the influence of alcohol.
“Kangin hyung,” I went, looking at the hat full of paper he was holding.
“Are you playing Secret Santa?”
Kangin’s eyebrows twitched to instant confusion. “Secret? What secret?”
This is random but if you really think about it, he really does look like a raccoon. And a beefy one, too - the kind that kickboxes its prey instead of scampering up trees as a defence mechanism.
Fortunately, Eeteuk saved the day with that colourful, enigmatic personality he assumes whenever he’s not being his entertainer self.
“Henli ah,” he said, bringing us back into speaking Korean with a sad shake of his head at how Kangin had mishandled this simple situation of bridging communication between us.
“The name in the paper you’re holding right now, you’ll have to give the person a gift for Christmas. But you can’t tell him that it’s you. The person has to figure out who gave him the present himself. Understand?”
And it’s rather hard to believe it at times, but Kangin and Eeteuk are actually really good with matters that needed urgent sanity intervention and restoration - especially when it concerns the group members.
They are like the Mom and Dad of Super Junior - who curse and swear and yell at each other a lot but that’s just how they show mad love for one another or something.
I nodded to the question posed earlier. “Yes hyung, I understand.”
“See? I told you he has no trouble understanding you in Hangeul,” Eeteuk said, scoffing at Kangin in an as-a-matter-of-factly manner.
“Henli-sshi’s Korean is even better than Hannie’s already!”
Kangin the mean, kickboxing racoon ignored him.
“Henli ah! What did you say just now about the Santa thing?”
“In English,” I said, smiling at Eeteuk who was narrowing his eyes at the other for dismissing him just like that.
“It’s called Secret Santa.”
“Why secret?” Kangin asked, genuinely stumped and fascinated at the same time.
“Shouldn’t it be Mystery Santa since it’s a mysterious present-giving game?”
“You’re thinking too much, Kangin ah. Don’t mind him Henli,” the leader deadpanned, elbowing the other hard before telling him to go run after my manager who was walking up from the car.
The second Kangin left, the air between Leader-sshi and I started freezing.
We glanced at each other for a moment, seemingly understanding the awkwardness in our wordless exchange of looks right then.
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…..
Gom se mariga…Han jib e itsor…
…..
….
Yes. Even till now, I’m still having a little trouble starting a decent conversation with Eeteuk - so you can forget about keeping one going.
I ever said that he’s a completely different guy when the cameras aren’t rolling - his other split personality character is genuinely and sanely centred to the point that you might actually think that he’s, well, cold.
Then he asked, “So how was your holiday? Is everyone healthy at home?”
If you had listened closely, you could hear the cracks already forming in the atmosphere - thawing a little to his interest about my short trip home to my family over the past few days.
“Yes. Everyone’s alright,” I answered, touched by the sudden question.
“There was a small gathering at the Chinese community church on Christmas Eve and the usual stuff. Afterwards, we celebrated with the rest of the award winners-”
“Award?” Eeteuk tilted his head a little.
“The Jean…something one?”
“Yes!” I was almost shocked to death that he knew about it al all.
“Jean Lumb. You knew about it?”
“Some of your fans wrote about it on the net,” Eeteuk laughed, unabashed.
Leader-sshi! You were reading articles about me?
And wow, I have fans!
“I guess I’m growing old faster so I forgot to congratulate you properly Henli ah. Congratulations on winning such a prestigious award!”
“Thanks,” I laughed as well, bowing as I did. “What about you guys? How was your holiday with the rest of the hyungs?”
“Holiday?” he snorted, giving me the kind of expression you give when you think that someone’s kidding you and it’s not funny at all.
“Eh? You had to work on Christmas Day? Super Junior too?”
“It’s normal,” he laughed again, this time with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Yah! You better start getting used to it too, Henli ah,” he continued, slapping a hand on my right shoulder and squeezing it.
“Maybe you won’t be able to go back to Canada next year for some of the holidays because of work. Oh, and nice necklace you have there!”
The other thing about Eeteuk is that he sometimes has this bad habit of changing topics without giving any prior notice that he is going to.
I looked down and picked up the locket that was carved to the shape of a small lotus flower, strung on a slim silver thread around my neck.
“It’s from my mother,” I answered, smiling a little at the sight of it.
“Wow. It’s very pretty! Is it real jade?”
“She said it is,” I joked. “But yes. It’s actually something my grandmother gave her, and she gave it to me as Christmas present.”
I felt like we were two giddy women in a jewellery store sale all of a sudden.
Wait. I shouldn’t care about such thoughts.
Eeteuk and I were talking more than ten sentences and it was something like breaking a damn world record for the both of us, right?
Leader-sshi! Let’s go all the way then, shall we?
“That’s so cool,” Eeteuk commented, impressed. “Sounds like family treasure!”
“But I don’t know why she would want to give something like this to me though!”
“Why not? Isn’t it a good thing?”
He was surprised at my answer.
“It’s like…your mother knows that you deserve such an important gift, isn’t it?”
“Hyung,” I said, rolling my eyes a little, “I can’t even remember where I put my phone five seconds after moving it. If I ever lose this one…”
“Then it was nice knowing you,” he laughed, amused at my stress over the locket.
We were laughing together now. This is definitely history being created, I swear.
Kangin returned with Donghae’s hat on his head now.
“Mission accomplished,” he said, winking at Eeteuk as he tipped his head a little.
“And now Pinky…we wait.”
Eeteuk’s eyes rounded at the name. “Pinky? As in the Pinky and the Brain?!”
“Yes,” Kangin nodded, seemingly unaware of the nasty pitch that just jumped up in the other’s tone.
“You’re Pinky, and I’m Brain!”
“How come you get to be Brain?”
“Because I’m the (swear word omitted) clever one who came up with this Mystery Santa idea!”
“It’s what we always do every year between the members and the managers,” Eeteuk deadpanned again.
“Idiot.”
“Says the one who is Pinky.”
“I’m not (swear word omitted, again) Pinky, damn it!”
“You (swear word omitted again) are!”
They say when parents argue, children should just let them be.
I remembered the paper in my hand, so I held it up to read the name of the mystery person that I was supposed to give a present to.
Will it be Sungmin?
I stared at the result for a second.
Then I interrupted their bickering with, “Hyung, is there any way that I can change names or anything?”
Kangin pointed to the hat on his head. “Sorry, Henli. But there are no names available anymore since everyone took one already!”
“Henli ah,” Eeteuk said, raised a cryptic eyebrow. “Why do you want to change? It’s not fun anymore if you do that you know.”
“Therefore, NO.” Kangin added sternly, stressing heavily on the last word.
“You must buy something for the person, no backing out. Doesn’t have to be (swear word omitted for the nth time) expensive you know. It’s the thought that counts.”
“He’s just saying that because he’s (swear word omitted for the nth time) cheap,” Eeteuk mused, snickering. “But he has a point.”
“Oh my God, stop (swear word omitted for the nth time) swearing Teukie ah!”
“You (swear word omitted for the nth time) started it!”
I told them to not mind me in the end, because everything was going to go the way it was going to anyway - so it was totally useless to appeal anymore.
Okay. Now I’m going to need all the ideas I can get for this person.
You guys are pretty good with presents, right?
So quickly now - What the hell do I get for Cho KyuHyun?
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Boy, talk about vexing.
It was going to rain soon, but I was walking around the street markets of Namdaemun on a crowded Friday afternoon - with a beanie pulled all the way down to the bridge of my nose, and huge, dark shades over my eyes.
I would have just stuck to a simple cap and an oversized sweatshirt or something, but my manager was worried I might get recognized and all the stuff so I couldn’t really get myself out of looking like a damn mutant with gargantuan saucers for eyes right then.
What’s best is that at the end of the day I didn’t buy anything for KyuHyun.
I should do a thorough self-reflection or something on why I bothered so much about his present as his Mystery Santa.
I mean, take my case for example.
Before I went to Nandaemun I found my gift left in between the bars of my flat’s gates - and made a wild guess that my mystery sender was none other than Kangin.
Doesn’t he look like the type of guy who would buy people pretty, finely designed chopsticks as presents?
No, no. You’re right. Eeteuk’s right, too.
It’s only the thought that counts.
So these are called thoughtful chopsticks, right?
In any case, I could have just gotten KyuHyun something cute like a simple plush toy pillow from any of the bajillion push-cart shops available in the famous shopping district.
Imagine a damnable, terrifying DraKyuHyun-sshi with a Winnie the Pooh.
Sends shivers down your spine, doesn’t it?
Anyway.
I entered the Fighting dorm (perpetually unlocked front door remember?) to see the Christmas tree stripped off some of its decorations - except for the angel ornaments that I could bet on these thoughtful chopsticks that it was Choi Shiwon who stopped anyone from taking them down.
The living room was empty. “Hello?”
No answer.
You know the world is already upside down when the best rapper is white, the best golfer is black - and the Fighting dorm is quiet.
“Hello, Henli-sshi.”
I turned the other way to see KyuHyun sitting in one of the chairs of the huge eating table in the vast kitchen - looking at me over the paper he was reading.
“Hello,” I replied, almost in a sudden choking croak at the sight of him.
He was wearing glasses under a mass of messy, undone black hair - the slender of his frame seemingly shrunken under the huge sweatshirt he was donning if not from the level of the chair he was sitting in.
This was definitely far from the suave and haunting image of the evil DrakyuHyun-sshi in my nightmares.
Wait. Exactly how was a sloppy Cho KyuHyun terrifying again?
Perhaps it had something to do with my only thinking this: Crap. He knows.
He raised his chin higher. “Looking for?”
“Is Kangin hyung in?”
I mean, that should explain why I was actually standing like, 100m away from him when I could just come closer and stop almost-shouting in my talking.
“Out,” KyuHyun answered monotonously.
“But he’ll be back soon. What’s that in your hand?”
“My uh…Mystery Santa present?”
“Chopsticks?” His steel expression broke to an amused smirk when I held it up.
“Your Mystery Santa is definitely Kangin-sshi, Henli ah.”
I almost forgot that I was his Mystery Santa until he reminded me like that.
Maybe I should come back later.
But KyuHyun had a faster suggestion offer before I could finish my turn to the door.
“Why don’t you just wait for him?” He asked, going back to his paper.
“Kangin-sshi’s on his way back. Grab a drink and hang out for a while.”
In the end, despite coming up with all sorts of excuses to come back later, I joined the tall singer in the dining table and took the seat across him - with pangs of guilt hitting me from everywhere.
It snapped me out of my crazy thought that KyuHyun had somewhat became intrusive (not evil), arrogant (still not evil) and possessive (nope. No hope of being evil at all!) over the past weeks - when he’s just the average jealous but nice guy who is still healing from the horrible accident and all.
All because of Lee Sungmin.
I think I should apologize for the overly dramatization of KyuHyun's character.
“Where’s Sungmin?” I asked him, casually breaking the silence between us.
“Sungminnie?” KyuHyun didn’t look up from his article. “He’s in the shower.”
“Oh, I see. What about the rest?”
“Everyone’s at the other dorm playing cards or something,” he replied, his reading distracted.
“Ryeowookie’s in his room though, getting ready.”
“For?”
“He’s accompanying me to the hospital for my physiotherapy appointment.”
“When’s your appointment?”
“In an hour,” KyuHyun sighed, but was smiling at me in that kind of manner that told me that I wasn’t really disturbing him - but I could try to shut up now.
“Sorry,” I muttered, going back to staring at the thoughtful chopsticks I was twirling in my hand.
He put the papers down after that.
Then he went, “Henli ah. I’ve been wanting to ask you about something.”
OH NO. IS THIS IT?
Is this the part where sloppy KyuHyun suddenly transforms into the damnable DraKyuHyun-sshi?!
DONGHAE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?
Freezing in my seat, I silently held my breath when he leant forward and folded his arms on the table.
In my chaotic mind, I could see it already - Here lies Henry Lau. Rest in Pieces.
“Do you like kimbap?”
“Eh?” I blinked, letting my lungs live again by breathing out. “Kimbap?”
“Yes. Do you like it, Henli-sshi?”
I tried not to look too confused at the random question. “Yes, I do.”
He nodded. “What about Gobchang?”
“Yes.”
“Cheonggukjang jjigae?
Boy, this guy can really talk fast.
“I guess.”
“What about ice-cream?”
“Yes.”
“China roasted chestnuts?”
“Yes.”
“Beijing fried rice?”
“Yes.”
“Feelings for Lee Sungmin?”
“Yes.”
He abruptly stopped, and smiled.
I only realized what I just said when my brain finally caught up with KyuHyun’s verbal speed.
My face burned, the terrible gush of blood spilling all over my cheeks and neck turning scorching hot when I suddenly found myself trapped under KyuHyun’s strong spot light.
“So I was right,” He chuckled to my stunned reaction.
“You do like him. More than just a very good friend too, am I correct?”
Henry?
Henry?!
Why wasn’t I saying anything to defend myself or something?!
DraKyuHyun-sshi, he’s now my friendly neighbourhood psychological terrorist.
Man. I'm beginning to hate surprises because of him.
Then he continued, “But Sungmin wouldn’t believe me, though.”
I tried to read this level of calmness in the air, and actually looked for any sudden movements coming for my direction - like flying kitchen knives for instance - when the last sentence completely threw me out of my shock.
“You told Sungmin?” I blurted, almost snapping the thoughtful chopsticks.
"Well I have to warn him about a potential lover stealer, don't I?"
So I'm the villain here.
“Gotcha,” KyuHyun snickered, though the occasional clench of his jaws was telling me that he was trying hard to control his temper from exploding or something.
“I only said that to confirm things. So,” he said, raising an eyebrow at my tactless act of blowing a short sigh of relief.
“What exactly do you have for my Sungmin, Henli-sshi? Crush?”
Christ.
"Are you in love with him or something deep like that?"
Just how gargantuan of an ego can you fit into a person like KyuHyun?
Perhaps the thoughtful chopsticks in my hand just transformed into my personality power booster chopsticks as I gripped them tighter - before eventually giving into the craziest surge of jealousy that erupted within me.
With 'KANGIN POWER!', I think it’s time to pull the Henry rivalling smile, yes?
“Well,” I went, meeting his eyes dead on.
“What do you have for Sungmin then, KyuHyun-sshi?”
“KyuHyunnie ah! I’m ready so hurry up and let’s go…We’re going to be late!”
Ryeowook appeared looking like he just came out of a clothing magazine - speeding past us to head for the coat stand - oblivious of the building tension that existed between KyuHyun and me in the kitchen right then.
KyuHyun stood up from his chair, stretching his greatly amused smirk to contend my own - before placing a gentle hand on my shoulder as he passed me to head for Ryeowook’s call.
“Friend,” he said, his voice dropping to a decibel lower.
"Don’t make me really punch you for asking such a stupid question next time, okay?”
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Read the rest of the previous entries :
Entry #1 : I started blabbering (a Henry Lau P.O.V)
Entry #2 : I started blabbering, again.
Entry #3 : Title : I started seeing things.
Entry #4 : Title : I started panicking
Entry #5 : Title : I started conversing
Entry #6 : Title : Blame lethargy
Entry #7 : Title : Reaaaaaaaaally
Entry #8 : Title : "Oppa"
Entry #9 : Title : Sunday
Entry #10 : Title : Love Ache-tually
Entry #11 : Title : The big bad cat's away!
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Hope you enjoy this one. XD
virginangelic/Khai, I shall infinitely thank you for putting up with my being a little Kangin with the English!
oh, and if you want to know more about the Jean Lumb Award that our Henry won a few months back, it's here.
It's pretty DARN AWESOME of him to have won this, really!!!! CONGRATULATIONS, HENHEN!
I didn't just call him Hen Hen (O.O)
Anyway, till next one. XD
♥ peace ♥
Chapters : #12
Featuring : Sungmin, KyuHyun, Kangin, Eeteuk
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Two nights to Christmas in Korea, and I was getting more restless than I did earlier in the day.
All this flight delay nonsense made me take my luggage out and unpack it again - only to find out that maybe I might just be bringing back a single Puma carrier instead of a trolley bag after all.
A text message came on Chae Young.
“I’m alone in my dorm right now. I’ll really miss you a lot, so I want to see you before you go. Please come and meet me tonight.”
Sungmin.
So the big bad cat’s out again, huh?
I think I might have torn a facial muscle or two from smiling so wide.
Maybe I teleported or something, because in a blink of an eye I was miraculously standing right in front the Fighting dorm - with a really overwhelming, giddy feeling throwing about within me.
Jesus. I should really learn to stop being such an excited nervous wreck around Sungmin nowadays.
But as much as I was turning into one right then, I was actually silently singing to a 1967 Jon Denver hit inside my head.
‘Leaving on a Jet plane’ anyone?
All my bags are packed I’m ready to go…
I’m standing here outside your door…
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye…
The song died when the level of darkness threatened my sight as I pushed the perpetually unlocked front door of his apartment to let myself in.
Strange - even when no one’s in, it’s never this dark in their apartment.
“Sungmin?”
No lights were turned on - so I was heavily relying on the aid of the pathetic moonlight filtering through the windows of the balcony as I ventured further into the inked atmosphere around me.
I spotted the powerful contrast of pink crouched at a far end of a corner of the living room on the floor - with shaking shoulders and his face deeply buried into the palms of his hands.
My ears eventually picked up the faint sobs he was making.
Sungmin was crying.
“Sungmin!” I gasped, rushing over on the slippery wooden surface before skidding on my knees when I reached him.
“Hey…Are you alright?”
Hell must have frozen over before Sungmin finally looked up from the valleys of his palms - showing me his lovely face streaked wet from the tears still streaming out of his beautiful eyes.
That tiny voice in my head instantly poked: Maybe you should do something, Henry.
Like what?
Well…he’s crying! What do you do when people cry like that in front of your face?
What the hell?
How come my tiny voice sounds just like Brent Kingston?!
Just hold him, DORK.
My heart went wild - I was actually attempting to suppress the acceleration of its thunderous beat, back to regular level when I decided to screw KyuHyun and everything else - and pulled Sungmin into a comforting embrace.
His arms slipped around me in gratitude - the stiffened tension of his back relaxing as he began melting into my hold, the pressing of his face against my shoulder making me forget that he was only crying harder into the branded shirt that dressed me right then.
“Hen…Hen…”
“Shh…” I stroked the dirty brown of his hair gently, calming him down.
Wow. Was he really crying because he was going to miss me?
Jon Denver came on again.
So kiss me and smile for me…
Tell me that you’ll wait for me…
Cause I’m leaaaaaaaaaaaving on a jet plane…
I was just going to go back to Canada for a few days, really - for the holidays. It wasn’t like I was leaving Korea permanently or anything.
Sorry Jon, I might have to change the lyrics a little bit.
Don’t worry I’ll be back again…
Oh babe, I hate to go…
“Sungmin,” I whispered when I let him pull away. “Why are you crying?”
Wiping his cheek with the back on his hand, his eyes were almost ruby red when they stared into mine as he tried to string words through a short pause of breath.
Then he said, “I’m…I’m so sorry, Henli ah…”
Huh?
“I’m really, very sorry for this…”
Sorry? What’s he apologizing for?
Suddenly, a cold hand clamped upon the back of my neck - sending a stabbing chill thundering right through my spine, immobilizing me in my stance in a single, instant contact.
“Hello, Henli-sshi.”
KyuHyun.
Donghae’s words flashed into my memory as I slowly stood up, trying to swallow a forming gulp within my throat with terrible difficulty.
“KyuHyun is going to kill you.”
I knew it.
Donghae freaking told on me.
KyuHyun’s vice-like grip then loosened a little.
Merciful?
“Turn around.”
With his hand still on me, I obediently did as I was told.
KyuHyun, the darkness around us seemed to have gathered into his towering frame to swallow the singer into a perfected blend of threat and poise - despite it doing a bad job at dominating the sickening pale of his skin that was strongly radiating a soft glow under the drastic contrast of his black hair.
In any case, it really felt like KyuHyun was controlling the atmosphere change all of a sudden.
This was getting weirder - Lee Sungmin seemed to have just vanished into thin air when KyuHyun appeared.
Panic surged into me.
Ok…what the hell’s going on?
He sneered dangerously when he sensed the wild thumping of my heart through the motion of his hand now sweeping upon my tightly clenched jaw.
The rising scream at the back of my head died when he pulled his hand away - just to slam the valley of his palm back into my throat, sending a powerful blow that almost took out my entire head off had he not swiftly captured the thin of my neck into another powerful clasp of his icy fingers.
I couldn’t even stumble over my heels when he shoved me against the wall after that; the nauseating sound my back made as it hit the concrete drastically minimizing my effort to struggle for freedom.
“K-Kyu…” I choked out in a rasp as he sank me deeper into the wall, hoping that the solid thing would eat me alive.
“Yes?” He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow at how I was pathetically fighting his overwhelming power.
The iciness of his fingers continued digging into my neck, crushing my vocal chords with the sharp of his nails slicing through my nerves and flesh.
“I really can’t hear you,” he smirked, bringing his face closer to mine.
Suddenly, as I watched in my silenced horror, the starless of his pupils began growing - consuming the remaining white to fully dominate his eyes and turning them into a pair of sleek, shiny black stones.
“Look, I’ll tell you what you did wrong here,” he sighed, shaking his head sadly in a mocking fashion.
“Hmm…Let me see. Well, this is generally about Lee Sungmin. But you know that already, right?”
I wished I had taken up something smashing like Chinese martial arts or Kung Fu, because at this point of time even my kicking wildly at him was not helping at all.
How the hell did still-healing Cho KyuHyun become THIS strong was appalling to me too.
“I told you to stay away from him, but you didn’t,” he continued, drawling through a snarl.
“I know it’s hard. It is Sungmin after all. But really, I mean…how stupid can you be about this, Henli-sshi?"
Perhaps it is true when I theorised this in the first place: he isn’t exactly human.
"Aish...I'm so disappointed in you!"
I told you so. K.R.Y’s Cho KyuHyun is a vampire.
DraKyuHyun-sshi is real.
That should explain the protruding of his fangs when another disgusting crunch to my rupturing neck finally caused me to sputter blood out of my mouth in an excruciating cough.
“So now you know,” his eyes narrowed to a malicious smirk.
“You have terribly pissed me off, violin boy.”
I should have a better ending than this to my life story, don’t you think?
The trail of liquid crimson dripping from the corner of my trembling lips - and KyuHyun licked it clean with a single, rough lap of his cold tongue against my skin.
“And the people who terribly piss me off,” he chuckled, seemingly tickled by my suffering as he kissed my chin in a wistful, savouring manner.
“…Well, let’s just say I have a really bad habit of simply making them disappear.”
DraKyuHyun-sshi’s chilly fangs, they stopped hungrily seeking my neck and finally sank into the twitching nerves that he had exposed for himself in a simple flick of my lolling head back.
I heard myself screaming like a damn girl before everything plunged into total darkness.
Yeah, I know.
What an incredibly lousy way to die, Henry Lau.
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It was a day later when I arrived in Korea after the short Christmas holiday with my family in Ontario.
Manager hyung fetched me from the Incheon airport on a fair Thursday morning - just to run me down with work-related things the second I got into the car.
Usually, I pay attention to at least 80% of the things he says.
But right then, I should at least pretend to catch a thing or two just to not be unbelievably rude to him or anything - instead of getting distracted by the things I was looking at as our Honda cruised down the highway.
“…The choreographer specifically requested that you train with the rest of SuJu China members over the weekend instead of doing the song recordings…”
I looked down.
Black surface. Lines. Lines. Lines. Lines. Lines.
“…And the photo shoot for the album release needs a slight touch up, so we will be redoing the setting and props for …”
I looked up.
Trees. Lamppost. Trees. Lamppost. Trees. Lamppost.
“…I don’t think there will be much free time from now on, Henry. The year’s end is nearing and the boys are wrapping up some of their current activities to concentrate on this new project.”
The world outside was like a really fast slideshow that was going to give me a bad headache if I continued to watch it pass by - but I couldn’t take my interest off it for some weird reason.
The hazy sky stretching over busy Seoul…has it always been this blue of a hue?
Yo, yo, yo man. Nice weather!
“…Despite the ELFs staging another protest last Saturday…”
Again?
Shouldn’t they be tiring themselves at the malls, with having to buy presents for their families and friends for Christmas - instead of gathering in front of SM Entertainment’s building in the insane cold?
Perhaps they were only looking forward to Boxing Day sales.
I mean, it is THE shopping day of the year or something everywhere in the world, isn’t it?
Aw, boo. Just when I thought they were starting to miss me already.
Anyway.
Yes. Lee Donghae!
I needed to look for him.
In case you didn’t remember, I went out of my mind and started kissing an unconscious Sungmin - and I seriously believed that Donghae saw it all.
So…Did he tell KyuHyun about it?
What if he accidentally let it slip or something?
He didn’t say anything at all, not even a damn word ever since the night he and Sungmin slept over at my place - and that was giving me the DraKyuHyun-sshi nightmares in my sleep, and damn heebie-jeebies from the fiery chasms of living Hell in my wake.
Why oh why did you go and dig your own grave with your awesomely manicured nails, Henry?
That was when they appeared, and completely took my mind off things.
Kangin and Eeteuk, they probably saw my coming up from the car park so they came down just to corner me in the lift lobby - with one of Donghae’s hats in hand.
“You’ve returned, Henli ah!” Eeteuk sang, waving a little. “Welcome back!”
“Thank you,” I replied, nodding with a happy smile at his warm words.
But Kangin, he shoved the hat to my chest and barked, “Now pick one!”
Something was making him dangerously excited, it seems.
I slipped my hand into it, felt shreds of paper and gingerly pulled one out.
“Okay now you look,” Kangin instructed. “But don’t tell name!”
Next to him, Eeteuk had the same thought as I was right then - why the hell Kangin was suddenly talking to me in English was something the Super Junior leader himself couldn’t understand either.
But I really didn’t have the heart to kill his enthusiasm or anything, so I replied Kangin in the same fashion.
“Are you playing a game?” I asked, not reading whatever that was on the paper in my hand yet.
I could see Eeteuk trying so hard not to laugh his ass off when his good friend’s eager nodding almost caused him to accidentally bite on his own tongue.
“Yes, we are playing game!”
“What kind of game?”
“Christmas game! We give present but uh…you cannot say person who!”
There was a weird, choking sound coming from Eeteuk before he cleared his throat.
I tried to not to look too tickled at the fact that Kangin just bounced a little in his shoes, excitement thundering up and down his veins - and this was when he was not under the influence of alcohol.
“Kangin hyung,” I went, looking at the hat full of paper he was holding.
“Are you playing Secret Santa?”
Kangin’s eyebrows twitched to instant confusion. “Secret? What secret?”
This is random but if you really think about it, he really does look like a raccoon. And a beefy one, too - the kind that kickboxes its prey instead of scampering up trees as a defence mechanism.
Fortunately, Eeteuk saved the day with that colourful, enigmatic personality he assumes whenever he’s not being his entertainer self.
“Henli ah,” he said, bringing us back into speaking Korean with a sad shake of his head at how Kangin had mishandled this simple situation of bridging communication between us.
“The name in the paper you’re holding right now, you’ll have to give the person a gift for Christmas. But you can’t tell him that it’s you. The person has to figure out who gave him the present himself. Understand?”
And it’s rather hard to believe it at times, but Kangin and Eeteuk are actually really good with matters that needed urgent sanity intervention and restoration - especially when it concerns the group members.
They are like the Mom and Dad of Super Junior - who curse and swear and yell at each other a lot but that’s just how they show mad love for one another or something.
I nodded to the question posed earlier. “Yes hyung, I understand.”
“See? I told you he has no trouble understanding you in Hangeul,” Eeteuk said, scoffing at Kangin in an as-a-matter-of-factly manner.
“Henli-sshi’s Korean is even better than Hannie’s already!”
Kangin the mean, kickboxing racoon ignored him.
“Henli ah! What did you say just now about the Santa thing?”
“In English,” I said, smiling at Eeteuk who was narrowing his eyes at the other for dismissing him just like that.
“It’s called Secret Santa.”
“Why secret?” Kangin asked, genuinely stumped and fascinated at the same time.
“Shouldn’t it be Mystery Santa since it’s a mysterious present-giving game?”
“You’re thinking too much, Kangin ah. Don’t mind him Henli,” the leader deadpanned, elbowing the other hard before telling him to go run after my manager who was walking up from the car.
The second Kangin left, the air between Leader-sshi and I started freezing.
We glanced at each other for a moment, seemingly understanding the awkwardness in our wordless exchange of looks right then.
…
…..
Gom se mariga…Han jib e itsor…
…..
….
Yes. Even till now, I’m still having a little trouble starting a decent conversation with Eeteuk - so you can forget about keeping one going.
I ever said that he’s a completely different guy when the cameras aren’t rolling - his other split personality character is genuinely and sanely centred to the point that you might actually think that he’s, well, cold.
Then he asked, “So how was your holiday? Is everyone healthy at home?”
If you had listened closely, you could hear the cracks already forming in the atmosphere - thawing a little to his interest about my short trip home to my family over the past few days.
“Yes. Everyone’s alright,” I answered, touched by the sudden question.
“There was a small gathering at the Chinese community church on Christmas Eve and the usual stuff. Afterwards, we celebrated with the rest of the award winners-”
“Award?” Eeteuk tilted his head a little.
“The Jean…something one?”
“Yes!” I was almost shocked to death that he knew about it al all.
“Jean Lumb. You knew about it?”
“Some of your fans wrote about it on the net,” Eeteuk laughed, unabashed.
Leader-sshi! You were reading articles about me?
And wow, I have fans!
“I guess I’m growing old faster so I forgot to congratulate you properly Henli ah. Congratulations on winning such a prestigious award!”
“Thanks,” I laughed as well, bowing as I did. “What about you guys? How was your holiday with the rest of the hyungs?”
“Holiday?” he snorted, giving me the kind of expression you give when you think that someone’s kidding you and it’s not funny at all.
“Eh? You had to work on Christmas Day? Super Junior too?”
“It’s normal,” he laughed again, this time with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Yah! You better start getting used to it too, Henli ah,” he continued, slapping a hand on my right shoulder and squeezing it.
“Maybe you won’t be able to go back to Canada next year for some of the holidays because of work. Oh, and nice necklace you have there!”
The other thing about Eeteuk is that he sometimes has this bad habit of changing topics without giving any prior notice that he is going to.
I looked down and picked up the locket that was carved to the shape of a small lotus flower, strung on a slim silver thread around my neck.
“It’s from my mother,” I answered, smiling a little at the sight of it.
“Wow. It’s very pretty! Is it real jade?”
“She said it is,” I joked. “But yes. It’s actually something my grandmother gave her, and she gave it to me as Christmas present.”
I felt like we were two giddy women in a jewellery store sale all of a sudden.
Wait. I shouldn’t care about such thoughts.
Eeteuk and I were talking more than ten sentences and it was something like breaking a damn world record for the both of us, right?
Leader-sshi! Let’s go all the way then, shall we?
“That’s so cool,” Eeteuk commented, impressed. “Sounds like family treasure!”
“But I don’t know why she would want to give something like this to me though!”
“Why not? Isn’t it a good thing?”
He was surprised at my answer.
“It’s like…your mother knows that you deserve such an important gift, isn’t it?”
“Hyung,” I said, rolling my eyes a little, “I can’t even remember where I put my phone five seconds after moving it. If I ever lose this one…”
“Then it was nice knowing you,” he laughed, amused at my stress over the locket.
We were laughing together now. This is definitely history being created, I swear.
Kangin returned with Donghae’s hat on his head now.
“Mission accomplished,” he said, winking at Eeteuk as he tipped his head a little.
“And now Pinky…we wait.”
Eeteuk’s eyes rounded at the name. “Pinky? As in the Pinky and the Brain?!”
“Yes,” Kangin nodded, seemingly unaware of the nasty pitch that just jumped up in the other’s tone.
“You’re Pinky, and I’m Brain!”
“How come you get to be Brain?”
“Because I’m the (swear word omitted) clever one who came up with this Mystery Santa idea!”
“It’s what we always do every year between the members and the managers,” Eeteuk deadpanned again.
“Idiot.”
“Says the one who is Pinky.”
“I’m not (swear word omitted, again) Pinky, damn it!”
“You (swear word omitted again) are!”
They say when parents argue, children should just let them be.
I remembered the paper in my hand, so I held it up to read the name of the mystery person that I was supposed to give a present to.
Will it be Sungmin?
I stared at the result for a second.
Then I interrupted their bickering with, “Hyung, is there any way that I can change names or anything?”
Kangin pointed to the hat on his head. “Sorry, Henli. But there are no names available anymore since everyone took one already!”
“Henli ah,” Eeteuk said, raised a cryptic eyebrow. “Why do you want to change? It’s not fun anymore if you do that you know.”
“Therefore, NO.” Kangin added sternly, stressing heavily on the last word.
“You must buy something for the person, no backing out. Doesn’t have to be (swear word omitted for the nth time) expensive you know. It’s the thought that counts.”
“He’s just saying that because he’s (swear word omitted for the nth time) cheap,” Eeteuk mused, snickering. “But he has a point.”
“Oh my God, stop (swear word omitted for the nth time) swearing Teukie ah!”
“You (swear word omitted for the nth time) started it!”
I told them to not mind me in the end, because everything was going to go the way it was going to anyway - so it was totally useless to appeal anymore.
Okay. Now I’m going to need all the ideas I can get for this person.
You guys are pretty good with presents, right?
So quickly now - What the hell do I get for Cho KyuHyun?
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Boy, talk about vexing.
It was going to rain soon, but I was walking around the street markets of Namdaemun on a crowded Friday afternoon - with a beanie pulled all the way down to the bridge of my nose, and huge, dark shades over my eyes.
I would have just stuck to a simple cap and an oversized sweatshirt or something, but my manager was worried I might get recognized and all the stuff so I couldn’t really get myself out of looking like a damn mutant with gargantuan saucers for eyes right then.
What’s best is that at the end of the day I didn’t buy anything for KyuHyun.
I should do a thorough self-reflection or something on why I bothered so much about his present as his Mystery Santa.
I mean, take my case for example.
Before I went to Nandaemun I found my gift left in between the bars of my flat’s gates - and made a wild guess that my mystery sender was none other than Kangin.
Doesn’t he look like the type of guy who would buy people pretty, finely designed chopsticks as presents?
No, no. You’re right. Eeteuk’s right, too.
It’s only the thought that counts.
So these are called thoughtful chopsticks, right?
In any case, I could have just gotten KyuHyun something cute like a simple plush toy pillow from any of the bajillion push-cart shops available in the famous shopping district.
Imagine a damnable, terrifying DraKyuHyun-sshi with a Winnie the Pooh.
Sends shivers down your spine, doesn’t it?
Anyway.
I entered the Fighting dorm (perpetually unlocked front door remember?) to see the Christmas tree stripped off some of its decorations - except for the angel ornaments that I could bet on these thoughtful chopsticks that it was Choi Shiwon who stopped anyone from taking them down.
The living room was empty. “Hello?”
No answer.
You know the world is already upside down when the best rapper is white, the best golfer is black - and the Fighting dorm is quiet.
“Hello, Henli-sshi.”
I turned the other way to see KyuHyun sitting in one of the chairs of the huge eating table in the vast kitchen - looking at me over the paper he was reading.
“Hello,” I replied, almost in a sudden choking croak at the sight of him.
He was wearing glasses under a mass of messy, undone black hair - the slender of his frame seemingly shrunken under the huge sweatshirt he was donning if not from the level of the chair he was sitting in.
This was definitely far from the suave and haunting image of the evil DrakyuHyun-sshi in my nightmares.
Wait. Exactly how was a sloppy Cho KyuHyun terrifying again?
Perhaps it had something to do with my only thinking this: Crap. He knows.
He raised his chin higher. “Looking for?”
“Is Kangin hyung in?”
I mean, that should explain why I was actually standing like, 100m away from him when I could just come closer and stop almost-shouting in my talking.
“Out,” KyuHyun answered monotonously.
“But he’ll be back soon. What’s that in your hand?”
“My uh…Mystery Santa present?”
“Chopsticks?” His steel expression broke to an amused smirk when I held it up.
“Your Mystery Santa is definitely Kangin-sshi, Henli ah.”
I almost forgot that I was his Mystery Santa until he reminded me like that.
Maybe I should come back later.
But KyuHyun had a faster suggestion offer before I could finish my turn to the door.
“Why don’t you just wait for him?” He asked, going back to his paper.
“Kangin-sshi’s on his way back. Grab a drink and hang out for a while.”
In the end, despite coming up with all sorts of excuses to come back later, I joined the tall singer in the dining table and took the seat across him - with pangs of guilt hitting me from everywhere.
It snapped me out of my crazy thought that KyuHyun had somewhat became intrusive (not evil), arrogant (still not evil) and possessive (nope. No hope of being evil at all!) over the past weeks - when he’s just the average jealous but nice guy who is still healing from the horrible accident and all.
All because of Lee Sungmin.
I think I should apologize for the overly dramatization of KyuHyun's character.
“Where’s Sungmin?” I asked him, casually breaking the silence between us.
“Sungminnie?” KyuHyun didn’t look up from his article. “He’s in the shower.”
“Oh, I see. What about the rest?”
“Everyone’s at the other dorm playing cards or something,” he replied, his reading distracted.
“Ryeowookie’s in his room though, getting ready.”
“For?”
“He’s accompanying me to the hospital for my physiotherapy appointment.”
“When’s your appointment?”
“In an hour,” KyuHyun sighed, but was smiling at me in that kind of manner that told me that I wasn’t really disturbing him - but I could try to shut up now.
“Sorry,” I muttered, going back to staring at the thoughtful chopsticks I was twirling in my hand.
He put the papers down after that.
Then he went, “Henli ah. I’ve been wanting to ask you about something.”
OH NO. IS THIS IT?
Is this the part where sloppy KyuHyun suddenly transforms into the damnable DraKyuHyun-sshi?!
DONGHAE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?
Freezing in my seat, I silently held my breath when he leant forward and folded his arms on the table.
In my chaotic mind, I could see it already - Here lies Henry Lau. Rest in Pieces.
“Do you like kimbap?”
“Eh?” I blinked, letting my lungs live again by breathing out. “Kimbap?”
“Yes. Do you like it, Henli-sshi?”
I tried not to look too confused at the random question. “Yes, I do.”
He nodded. “What about Gobchang?”
“Yes.”
“Cheonggukjang jjigae?
Boy, this guy can really talk fast.
“I guess.”
“What about ice-cream?”
“Yes.”
“China roasted chestnuts?”
“Yes.”
“Beijing fried rice?”
“Yes.”
“Feelings for Lee Sungmin?”
“Yes.”
He abruptly stopped, and smiled.
I only realized what I just said when my brain finally caught up with KyuHyun’s verbal speed.
My face burned, the terrible gush of blood spilling all over my cheeks and neck turning scorching hot when I suddenly found myself trapped under KyuHyun’s strong spot light.
“So I was right,” He chuckled to my stunned reaction.
“You do like him. More than just a very good friend too, am I correct?”
Henry?
Henry?!
Why wasn’t I saying anything to defend myself or something?!
DraKyuHyun-sshi, he’s now my friendly neighbourhood psychological terrorist.
Man. I'm beginning to hate surprises because of him.
Then he continued, “But Sungmin wouldn’t believe me, though.”
I tried to read this level of calmness in the air, and actually looked for any sudden movements coming for my direction - like flying kitchen knives for instance - when the last sentence completely threw me out of my shock.
“You told Sungmin?” I blurted, almost snapping the thoughtful chopsticks.
"Well I have to warn him about a potential lover stealer, don't I?"
So I'm the villain here.
“Gotcha,” KyuHyun snickered, though the occasional clench of his jaws was telling me that he was trying hard to control his temper from exploding or something.
“I only said that to confirm things. So,” he said, raising an eyebrow at my tactless act of blowing a short sigh of relief.
“What exactly do you have for my Sungmin, Henli-sshi? Crush?”
Christ.
"Are you in love with him or something deep like that?"
Just how gargantuan of an ego can you fit into a person like KyuHyun?
Perhaps the thoughtful chopsticks in my hand just transformed into my personality power booster chopsticks as I gripped them tighter - before eventually giving into the craziest surge of jealousy that erupted within me.
With 'KANGIN POWER!', I think it’s time to pull the Henry rivalling smile, yes?
“Well,” I went, meeting his eyes dead on.
“What do you have for Sungmin then, KyuHyun-sshi?”
“KyuHyunnie ah! I’m ready so hurry up and let’s go…We’re going to be late!”
Ryeowook appeared looking like he just came out of a clothing magazine - speeding past us to head for the coat stand - oblivious of the building tension that existed between KyuHyun and me in the kitchen right then.
KyuHyun stood up from his chair, stretching his greatly amused smirk to contend my own - before placing a gentle hand on my shoulder as he passed me to head for Ryeowook’s call.
“Friend,” he said, his voice dropping to a decibel lower.
"Don’t make me really punch you for asking such a stupid question next time, okay?”
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Read the rest of the previous entries :
Entry #1 : I started blabbering (a Henry Lau P.O.V)
Entry #2 : I started blabbering, again.
Entry #3 : Title : I started seeing things.
Entry #4 : Title : I started panicking
Entry #5 : Title : I started conversing
Entry #6 : Title : Blame lethargy
Entry #7 : Title : Reaaaaaaaaally
Entry #8 : Title : "Oppa"
Entry #9 : Title : Sunday
Entry #10 : Title : Love Ache-tually
Entry #11 : Title : The big bad cat's away!
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Hope you enjoy this one. XD
virginangelic/Khai, I shall infinitely thank you for putting up with my being a little Kangin with the English!
oh, and if you want to know more about the Jean Lumb Award that our Henry won a few months back, it's here.
It's pretty DARN AWESOME of him to have won this, really!!!! CONGRATULATIONS, HENHEN!
I didn't just call him Hen Hen (O.O)
Anyway, till next one. XD
♥ peace ♥