[Fic] Mission CLEAR
I'm back with another Super Junior fic... This one happens to be a bit more cracktastic then the rest. Feel free to leave a comment and stay tuned for the author's note at the end.
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior... yet...
Mission CLEAR
“Sungmin!” the dancer’s voice preceded him by only moments as he dashed into the living room of the lower Super Junior dorm. The one who had just been effectively paged glanced away from the movie to see Eunhyuk skidding in, clutching his personal computer. Sungmin offered him a questioning glance.
“We have big problems!” Eunhyuk exclaimed, without further prompting.
“I swear I did not rearrange all of the makeup in your vanity,” Shindong declared from where he was sitting on the floor.
“No, no, nothing has happened to those,” Eunhyuk said quickly and then he paused as if something had just occurred to him. “Wait that was you that scrambled everything last week?!”
Kyuhyun snickered lightly but didn’t look up from the computer game he was playing.
“It took me hours to put those right again! I had to find things that had wandered to different locations in my room!”
“Eunhyuk you’re interrupting our movie. What did you want?” Yesung asked, slightly irritated at the fact that he had been forced to press pause in order not to miss anything. From the floor right in front of him, Ryeowook smiled lightly and offered a small slice of orange. Yesung leaned forward to snatch it with his mouth and absently drifted his fingers across the smaller man’s bare shoulders.
“Uh right,” Eunhyuk stated sheepishly now that every eye in the room was trained on him expectantly. “This is serious guys. I just read Eeteuk hyung’s new Cyworld post.”
“And,” Yesung prompted.
“And he is writing about dead things! Haven’t you guys been reading them! He is so depressed! Even the fans can see it! Look at all of the comments!” He spun his computer around so that they could see the wide range of comments as well as Eeteuk’s recent entries.
After a few moments of read they all looked rather unsettled. “Something is wrong. He is so sad lately,” Eunhyuk insisted.
“He has seemed to be a little down,” Sungmin agreed.
“He has. He is our leader. We have to do something for him,” Eunhyuk declared.
“I have an idea,” Ryeowook piped up softly. “Since none of us have schedules starting until noon, we should make him a great breakfast and bring it to him in bed. That is bound to make anyone feel better.”
“That sounds great!” Eunhyuk agreed immediately jumping on the idea. “We should call Siwon, Kangin, and Kibum and have them come eat with us. Hyung always likes it better when we are all together.”
“It’s a plan. What should we make?” Sungmin asked as he leaned forward clearly intent on the idea. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes slightly and returned to his computer game. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel that they should do something for their leader every now and again. The other members simply tended to go a little overboard at times, in his personal opinion.
Thirty minutes later, the five masterminds had filled two pages of paper with their game plan for the next morning. At the top was the heading “Mission CLEAR”. Underneath that they had written “Cheer Leader Eeteuk Ate Required” written in messy English letters. If anyone knew that the statement didn’t exactly say what they were going for, they didn’t voice their knowledge. At one o’clock in the morning the operatives of Mission CLEAR agreed to call it a night and reconvene at “oh seven hundred,” or so Eunhyuk announced in heavily accented English. Kyuhyun, once more, simply rolled his eyes.
-o-o-o-o-o-
At seven o’clock sharp the operatives of Mission CLEAR stumbled from their rooms to the kitchen area. Most were tiredly rubbing at their eyes and looked like they would much rather be in their beds still sleeping. Ryeowook, the one who appeared to be the most awake, politely told the woman who was planning on beginning their breakfast that they would not be needing her services today. She smiled, patted him on the head affectionately and told him that she would be back later to make them dinner.
As soon as she was gone the typically quiet and reserved Ryeowook turned to his fellow operatives and started issuing them orders. Surprisingly Yesung obediently began pulling cookware when asked, Eunhyuk began to gather ingredients, Sungmin scampered off to retrieve several cookbooks from Ryeowook’s room, and Shindong started a pot of coffee.
When Kyuhyun stumbled out of his room fifteen minutes later it was to five steadily working men with Ryeowook clearly in the lead. Amused, he snatched himself a mug of coffee and a spot at the table to watch the morning entertainment.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Early in life Heechul had decided that getting his beauty sleep was an absolute must. It was, after all, incredibly difficult to look fabulous without it. Recently he had decided that anything over two hours of uninterrupted sleep was pure bliss. Eight uninterrupted hours just might kill him from the sheer pleasure of it. Therefore when he awoke after only five hours of sleep, he found himself a bit irritated. Five hours wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t as good as eight.
At first, as he blinked at the ceiling above him, he couldn’t quite figure out what had woken him. This was slightly problematic. If he didn’t know what woke him he couldn’t figure out what he should curse. A moment later he heard a muted crash and the sound of voices. It didn’t take much straining for him to pick out who the voices belonged to. Shindong and Yesung. Heechul’s eye twitched. They were not allowed to wake him up at - he glanced at the clock quickly - seven thirty in the morning because of some ridiculous thing that was happening in their dorm. Their volume was completely unacceptable.
Since he didn’t have a way to properly give them ‘the look’ over the phone, he would simply have to go down and deal with the issue. Heechul swung his legs over the side of his bed and slid his feet into incredibly pink and fuzzy slippers. After much shuffling, he had successfully moved from his still sleeping apartment to the elevator and pressed the button for the floor below theirs. He shuffled off the elevator when it stopped and to the door of his fellow members where he pressed the door bell.
“Who is it?”
“You know who it is. Let me in,” Heechul practically growled.
The door immediately opened to reveal Kyuhyun holding a mug of coffee in one hand and the door with the other. Amusement danced in his eyes, “Hyung to what do we owe this morning visit?”
“You know good and well why I am here,” Heechul snarled and brushed past the youngest to find the responsible party. As soon as he was able to see the kitchen and dining area he had to pause from the sheer chaos.
It appeared as though flour had exploded in the room at one point and Eunhyuk had, apparently been ground zero for the explosion since he was slightly white from head to toe. The man was now carefully stirring something in a pot under Ryeowook’s instructions. Yesung was cracking eyes into whatever Ryeowook was working on. At the kitchen table Sungmin and Shindong were having a heated argument over something. Heechul thought he may have heard something along the lines of, “that is not what American pancakes are supposed to look like,” before he completely lost it.
“What the hell is going on here!?!” He shouted in his best, ‘I’m angry and you will all die now voice’. Simultaneously the five men in the kitchen froze. For a moment no one said anything and Heechul offered them all a look that clearly said it would be an excellent idea for someone to talk, immediately.
“We are making breakfast,” Yesung stated the obvious.
“Why are you making breakfast and waking up the entire building at seven thirty in the morning?”
“Well you see,” Eunhyuk started. Heechul shoot him a ‘speak now and quickly look’. The man gulped before saying in a rush, “Eeteuk hyung has been so depressed lately that we wanted to make him breakfast to make him feel better.”
Heechul blinked, and then blinked again in irritation. “So let me get this straight, you woke me up at seven thirty in the morning because you are all cooking breakfast for our leader who is depressed?”
“Yep,” Sungmin agreed brightly.
“Are you all that dense?” Heechul asked in a disbelieving voice. “Where did you get the idea that he was depressed?”
“His Cyworld,” Eunhyuk answered immediately. “All the fans can see it. He has been acting so down lately and we just wanted to cheer him up.”
Heechul sighed and lifted a hand to rub his temple. He wasn’t sure what he had done in another life to deserve this treatment but it must have been something horrible. “And I spend my night screwing Hankyung,” Heechul muttered.
“You do?” Eunhyuk asked surprised.
Heechul’s eyes snapped open and he snatched the nearest thing to him, which happened to be a dish towel, and sent it flying at the man’s head. “No you idiot! What the heck are you doing believing the fans? If you all had taken half a second to ask Eeteuk or to maybe pay attention, he isn’t depressed at all. He’s in pain! Every time we perform he has to twist and thrust and his back has been flaring up again. If you all paid any attention to his face when we watched the playback of our last performances, he is in pain! Right now he is heavily dosed with painkiller and probably sleeping better and longer then he has in weeks. If you all prance up there and wake him up you won’t have to worry about me, Kangin will tear you to shreds.”
The younger members of Super Junior appeared to be slightly confused and bewildered. “Now that you mention it-“ Sungmin began.
“Clean this mess up,” Heechul snapped cutting him off. “Eeteuk will kill you if he wakes up and finds this left for the people who clean for us. And do it quietly! If you wake me up again you won’t like what happens,” he snarled. He didn’t wait for a reply. Instead he spun and stormed out the door leaving a grinning Kyuhyun to shut it behind him.
Almost at the same moment four pairs of eyes turned to Eunhyuk in accusation. “How was I supposed to know!” he held up his hands in a gesture of his innocence. “He seemed depressed to me.”
There was a moment of silence before Shindong spoke up. “So can we still have pancakes?” In the living room Kyuhyun rolled his eyes.
THE END
A/N: Now you may all feel free to leave me comments. I love them.
Excuse me while I climb onto my soapbox for a few moments. My roommate and I came up with this idea when we found that all the fans were saying that he was horribly depressed. While he may not be entirely perky we believe that it isn't due to depression but to pain. In roughly the last two weeks of their performances we were watching Leeteuk and he kept wincing. It was very discreet and hard to pick up on because he does have rather good control over his expressions, but some of the more violent thrusts and whatnot we could tell he was hurting. I am very used to reading the tiny expressions on someones face that display pain (family experience) and he was very obviously in a lot of pain. Add to that the exhaustion that he is undoubtedly feeling due to little to no sleep and you have the appearance of depression without really being depressed. The man just needs a day off. Ok I'm getting off my soapbox now.
I couldn't help myself I just had to put Ryeowook's and Yesung's little quirks in there. They are so cute! Hope you enjoyed my little piece.
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior... yet...
Mission CLEAR
“Sungmin!” the dancer’s voice preceded him by only moments as he dashed into the living room of the lower Super Junior dorm. The one who had just been effectively paged glanced away from the movie to see Eunhyuk skidding in, clutching his personal computer. Sungmin offered him a questioning glance.
“We have big problems!” Eunhyuk exclaimed, without further prompting.
“I swear I did not rearrange all of the makeup in your vanity,” Shindong declared from where he was sitting on the floor.
“No, no, nothing has happened to those,” Eunhyuk said quickly and then he paused as if something had just occurred to him. “Wait that was you that scrambled everything last week?!”
Kyuhyun snickered lightly but didn’t look up from the computer game he was playing.
“It took me hours to put those right again! I had to find things that had wandered to different locations in my room!”
“Eunhyuk you’re interrupting our movie. What did you want?” Yesung asked, slightly irritated at the fact that he had been forced to press pause in order not to miss anything. From the floor right in front of him, Ryeowook smiled lightly and offered a small slice of orange. Yesung leaned forward to snatch it with his mouth and absently drifted his fingers across the smaller man’s bare shoulders.
“Uh right,” Eunhyuk stated sheepishly now that every eye in the room was trained on him expectantly. “This is serious guys. I just read Eeteuk hyung’s new Cyworld post.”
“And,” Yesung prompted.
“And he is writing about dead things! Haven’t you guys been reading them! He is so depressed! Even the fans can see it! Look at all of the comments!” He spun his computer around so that they could see the wide range of comments as well as Eeteuk’s recent entries.
After a few moments of read they all looked rather unsettled. “Something is wrong. He is so sad lately,” Eunhyuk insisted.
“He has seemed to be a little down,” Sungmin agreed.
“He has. He is our leader. We have to do something for him,” Eunhyuk declared.
“I have an idea,” Ryeowook piped up softly. “Since none of us have schedules starting until noon, we should make him a great breakfast and bring it to him in bed. That is bound to make anyone feel better.”
“That sounds great!” Eunhyuk agreed immediately jumping on the idea. “We should call Siwon, Kangin, and Kibum and have them come eat with us. Hyung always likes it better when we are all together.”
“It’s a plan. What should we make?” Sungmin asked as he leaned forward clearly intent on the idea. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes slightly and returned to his computer game. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel that they should do something for their leader every now and again. The other members simply tended to go a little overboard at times, in his personal opinion.
Thirty minutes later, the five masterminds had filled two pages of paper with their game plan for the next morning. At the top was the heading “Mission CLEAR”. Underneath that they had written “Cheer Leader Eeteuk Ate Required” written in messy English letters. If anyone knew that the statement didn’t exactly say what they were going for, they didn’t voice their knowledge. At one o’clock in the morning the operatives of Mission CLEAR agreed to call it a night and reconvene at “oh seven hundred,” or so Eunhyuk announced in heavily accented English. Kyuhyun, once more, simply rolled his eyes.
-o-o-o-o-o-
At seven o’clock sharp the operatives of Mission CLEAR stumbled from their rooms to the kitchen area. Most were tiredly rubbing at their eyes and looked like they would much rather be in their beds still sleeping. Ryeowook, the one who appeared to be the most awake, politely told the woman who was planning on beginning their breakfast that they would not be needing her services today. She smiled, patted him on the head affectionately and told him that she would be back later to make them dinner.
As soon as she was gone the typically quiet and reserved Ryeowook turned to his fellow operatives and started issuing them orders. Surprisingly Yesung obediently began pulling cookware when asked, Eunhyuk began to gather ingredients, Sungmin scampered off to retrieve several cookbooks from Ryeowook’s room, and Shindong started a pot of coffee.
When Kyuhyun stumbled out of his room fifteen minutes later it was to five steadily working men with Ryeowook clearly in the lead. Amused, he snatched himself a mug of coffee and a spot at the table to watch the morning entertainment.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Early in life Heechul had decided that getting his beauty sleep was an absolute must. It was, after all, incredibly difficult to look fabulous without it. Recently he had decided that anything over two hours of uninterrupted sleep was pure bliss. Eight uninterrupted hours just might kill him from the sheer pleasure of it. Therefore when he awoke after only five hours of sleep, he found himself a bit irritated. Five hours wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t as good as eight.
At first, as he blinked at the ceiling above him, he couldn’t quite figure out what had woken him. This was slightly problematic. If he didn’t know what woke him he couldn’t figure out what he should curse. A moment later he heard a muted crash and the sound of voices. It didn’t take much straining for him to pick out who the voices belonged to. Shindong and Yesung. Heechul’s eye twitched. They were not allowed to wake him up at - he glanced at the clock quickly - seven thirty in the morning because of some ridiculous thing that was happening in their dorm. Their volume was completely unacceptable.
Since he didn’t have a way to properly give them ‘the look’ over the phone, he would simply have to go down and deal with the issue. Heechul swung his legs over the side of his bed and slid his feet into incredibly pink and fuzzy slippers. After much shuffling, he had successfully moved from his still sleeping apartment to the elevator and pressed the button for the floor below theirs. He shuffled off the elevator when it stopped and to the door of his fellow members where he pressed the door bell.
“Who is it?”
“You know who it is. Let me in,” Heechul practically growled.
The door immediately opened to reveal Kyuhyun holding a mug of coffee in one hand and the door with the other. Amusement danced in his eyes, “Hyung to what do we owe this morning visit?”
“You know good and well why I am here,” Heechul snarled and brushed past the youngest to find the responsible party. As soon as he was able to see the kitchen and dining area he had to pause from the sheer chaos.
It appeared as though flour had exploded in the room at one point and Eunhyuk had, apparently been ground zero for the explosion since he was slightly white from head to toe. The man was now carefully stirring something in a pot under Ryeowook’s instructions. Yesung was cracking eyes into whatever Ryeowook was working on. At the kitchen table Sungmin and Shindong were having a heated argument over something. Heechul thought he may have heard something along the lines of, “that is not what American pancakes are supposed to look like,” before he completely lost it.
“What the hell is going on here!?!” He shouted in his best, ‘I’m angry and you will all die now voice’. Simultaneously the five men in the kitchen froze. For a moment no one said anything and Heechul offered them all a look that clearly said it would be an excellent idea for someone to talk, immediately.
“We are making breakfast,” Yesung stated the obvious.
“Why are you making breakfast and waking up the entire building at seven thirty in the morning?”
“Well you see,” Eunhyuk started. Heechul shoot him a ‘speak now and quickly look’. The man gulped before saying in a rush, “Eeteuk hyung has been so depressed lately that we wanted to make him breakfast to make him feel better.”
Heechul blinked, and then blinked again in irritation. “So let me get this straight, you woke me up at seven thirty in the morning because you are all cooking breakfast for our leader who is depressed?”
“Yep,” Sungmin agreed brightly.
“Are you all that dense?” Heechul asked in a disbelieving voice. “Where did you get the idea that he was depressed?”
“His Cyworld,” Eunhyuk answered immediately. “All the fans can see it. He has been acting so down lately and we just wanted to cheer him up.”
Heechul sighed and lifted a hand to rub his temple. He wasn’t sure what he had done in another life to deserve this treatment but it must have been something horrible. “And I spend my night screwing Hankyung,” Heechul muttered.
“You do?” Eunhyuk asked surprised.
Heechul’s eyes snapped open and he snatched the nearest thing to him, which happened to be a dish towel, and sent it flying at the man’s head. “No you idiot! What the heck are you doing believing the fans? If you all had taken half a second to ask Eeteuk or to maybe pay attention, he isn’t depressed at all. He’s in pain! Every time we perform he has to twist and thrust and his back has been flaring up again. If you all paid any attention to his face when we watched the playback of our last performances, he is in pain! Right now he is heavily dosed with painkiller and probably sleeping better and longer then he has in weeks. If you all prance up there and wake him up you won’t have to worry about me, Kangin will tear you to shreds.”
The younger members of Super Junior appeared to be slightly confused and bewildered. “Now that you mention it-“ Sungmin began.
“Clean this mess up,” Heechul snapped cutting him off. “Eeteuk will kill you if he wakes up and finds this left for the people who clean for us. And do it quietly! If you wake me up again you won’t like what happens,” he snarled. He didn’t wait for a reply. Instead he spun and stormed out the door leaving a grinning Kyuhyun to shut it behind him.
Almost at the same moment four pairs of eyes turned to Eunhyuk in accusation. “How was I supposed to know!” he held up his hands in a gesture of his innocence. “He seemed depressed to me.”
There was a moment of silence before Shindong spoke up. “So can we still have pancakes?” In the living room Kyuhyun rolled his eyes.
THE END
A/N: Now you may all feel free to leave me comments. I love them.
Excuse me while I climb onto my soapbox for a few moments. My roommate and I came up with this idea when we found that all the fans were saying that he was horribly depressed. While he may not be entirely perky we believe that it isn't due to depression but to pain. In roughly the last two weeks of their performances we were watching Leeteuk and he kept wincing. It was very discreet and hard to pick up on because he does have rather good control over his expressions, but some of the more violent thrusts and whatnot we could tell he was hurting. I am very used to reading the tiny expressions on someones face that display pain (family experience) and he was very obviously in a lot of pain. Add to that the exhaustion that he is undoubtedly feeling due to little to no sleep and you have the appearance of depression without really being depressed. The man just needs a day off. Ok I'm getting off my soapbox now.
I couldn't help myself I just had to put Ryeowook's and Yesung's little quirks in there. They are so cute! Hope you enjoyed my little piece.