Post-It
Title: Post-It
Pairing: Kibum x Hangeng friendship, HanChul (yeah, my OTP is back!)
Rating: PG
Genre: romance, fluff
Theme: Post-it-notes
Summary: Hankyung wondered how the post-it-notes had gotten all the way to his home. He wondered how the first one was stuck to his face, how they led him all the way to the airport, and then down the street to the Suju apartments.
Notes: Wow, so it's been forever since I posted a fic for the bonamana_x challenge. Here goes my Hangeng x Kibum fic. It isn't angsty, I'm so proud of myself. :D The master list for the bonamana_x challenge can be found here.
It was Hankyung’s birthday, and the last thing he’d expected was to wake up blind. He quickly grabbed whatever was covering his face, only to find himself staring down at a-now crumpled-sticky note.
He blinked a few times, before looking around the room suspiciously. It was empty save for himself and Rrongrrong who was sitting at the end of the bed, licking his toe. That’s right, that was what had woken him up in the first place…he quickly shifted his foot away and continued to look down at the note.
Something was wrong here. Terribly wrong.
Mostly because the sticky note was written in Kibum’s precise, neat handwriting. Go to the bathroom. He wasn’t quite sure why there was a sticky note in Kibum’s handwriting in his bedroom but he was even more concerned that it was ordering him into his bathroom. Was this some kind of prank? But Super Junior was in Korea, and that made pulling a prank on him rather difficult.
He simply stood and cautiously headed to the bathroom. Rrongrrong watched him go silently. He opened the door and looked around before his gaze went to the sink. All of his toiletries were neatly packed in a bag with a sticky note on the handle.
“What the…?” He began, heading over and grabbing it. He heard Rrongrrong give an excited series of yips from the bedroom but didn’t pay attention to it as he scanned the second sticky note.
The second post-it note sent him to the foot of his bed where a neatly packed suitcase waited for him. It had a third post-it note on it, which simply said, eat some breakfast, you’ll need the energy and an arrow pointing down the stairs.
How had someone gotten into his room and placed the suitcase there-packed-in the time between him waking up and going to the bathroom? He grabbed the two bags and cautiously headed down the stairs.
The fourth note was stuck to the fridge: you have thirty minutes, the taxi comes at 12!
He looked up at his clock and stared, wide-eyed, at the time: 11:30 exactly. His eyes narrowed and he looked around the kitchen. Was this some kind of joke? It had to have been. Was his mother in on it? This wasn’t funny. Beneath the first stick-note on the fridge was a second: seriously, the taxi will leave, this is not a joke. Hurry and eat your rice!
He grabbed for the bowl and began munching, “Mom?” he called into the silence of the home, but was met only with Rrongrrong and MaoMao padding into the kitchen and looking up at him. Where was his mother? Wasn’t she supposed to have woken him up with a “Happy Birthday!” and a bowl of noodles? Instead he was eating plain rice and was being ordered around by mysterious post-it-notes that he swore had been written by Kim Kibum.
He finished the rice after mulling over whether or not to continue following the sticky-note’s advice and rolled his suitcase out the door only to find a taxi waiting outside. He climbed in cautiously and the driver smiled at him.
“Um, where are you taking me?”
“To the airport, sir. Here you go.” And he handed him a sticky-note attached to a plane ticket. He scanned the ticket but saw that it had suspiciously left out any information about his travel destination. What was going on? The sticky note simply said the ride won’t take long. Don’t worry, someone will be home to walk the dogs soon.
Just as the post-it-note said, the ride didn’t take long and soon the taxi driver was helping him grab his suitcase and was pulling him toward the airport entrance. “Sir, my manager doesn’t even know about this, I really shouldn’t-” Because really, leaving China to whatever destination the sticky-note had planned couldn’t be in his schedule. His manager was going to kill him if he found out about this.
“Come on, come on, hurry up!” Came a call in front of him and he saw his manager standing by the security desk. He helped wave him through, gave him a clap on the back and a secretive smile, “happy birthday!”
“Wait, where am I going?” But the security guards were scanning his bags and pushing him through the full body metal detector before he could get an answer.
Once inside the main terminal he found himself surrounded by crowds of people. He had slipped on his sunglasses but he was still certain that they would recognize him. He wasn’t that hard to miss.
Neither was the large photo of a post-it-note that filled the jumbotron screens above the arrivals/departures help center. Hangeng, go to gate B7!
The gate offered him no assistance. All the information about where the plane was headed had been removed or was covered. The flight attendant at the door smiled brightly at him and the other passengers sported secretive smiles as they waited to board.
Hangeng sat down on a seat and frowned, feeling extremely left out and confused. Was everyone in the world in on this prank? He didn’t even know what this was about. Was SM Entertainment trying to kidnap him back-and was it kidnapping if he was stupid enough to go willingly?
His manager knew about it so it had to be safe, right?
Unless Kibum had somehow gotten to him. It wouldn’t surprise him. He’d already known that Kibum had connections everywhere. Donghae had said that when Kibum had lived in California he’d been the boss of his own drug cartel. Kibum was always plotting something. Half of that comment was probably Donghae’s paranoia at his boyfriend, but the other half was entirely plausible.
He entered the plane with an ever-deepening frown to see a cheerful pink post-it-note in the shape of a strawberry on his indicated seat. enjoy the ride, you’re halfway there!
He found himself listening to the stewardess as she smiled brightly and told everyone how to place their seatbelts and to turn off their cell phones. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh, even as the pilot contacted them over the intercom system.
“Thank you for flying with us. We’ll arrive at our destination soon.”
Didn’t the pilot usually TELL them their destination and the flight time? Hangeng simply continued to frown.
He wasn’t certain when he’d fallen asleep, only that the stewardess was shaking his shoulder. He blinked sleepily before he noticed the sticky-note she was holding with a bright smile.
He took it and glared down at it. A car is waiting to pick you up. You’d better get your bags! He did not smile at the pilot and stewardess as he exited the plane. He did not smile at the other passengers who were all grinning at him, and he did not smile at the ELF members who had somehow gotten word of his arrival and were cheering at him as he walked out.
He found the car and another sticky note. Stop scowling. It wrinkles up your face. He was in Korea. Kim Kibum had somehow gotten him here with the help of his mother and manager on his birthday. What purpose did this serve? He already knew that he was being taken to the apartments. It wasn’t hard to guess that now.
The drive didn’t take long.
He got out and slammed the door shut, only to see another note on the door to the elevator. Twelfth floor. Hangeng punched the numbered button and waited as the elevator lurched upwards. He was going to have a few words with Kim Kibum when he saw him again. The last thing he needed was to be in Korea-wait, what? Korea…
Heechul.
Hangeng swallowed, reaching out to press another button on the elevator. This wasn’t good. He had to get out of here, and fast. What if Heechul saw him? Heechul would kill him-or cry-and Hangeng would much rather have him scream and yell than cry.
He continued punching buttons but the elevator paid him no heed before it lurched to the twelfth floor with a cheerful ding-a hello world, isn’t it a beautiful day to be alive and smiling? kind of ding-and the doors slid open.
To reveal a very shocked looking Heechul.
Hangeng stared at Heechul. Heechul stared back. Then Hangeng’s gaze went to the post-it-note Heechul held between his fingers. There was a moment of silence before Heechul cleared his throat and gave a small smirk, taking a step into the elevator. “You too, huh?”
“What?”
Heechul simply pressed the button for the first floor and continued smirking as the elevator door closed behind him. “Happy birthday, idiot.”
A slow smile spread across Hangeng’s face.
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Kim Kibum watched Heechul and Hangeng exit the apartments hand in hand and head down the street. He gave his own victorious smile before picking up his ringing phone. He flipped it open with a grin, “Everything is fine, Mrs. Han. I’ll have your son back by dinner-but you may want to set out another plate for a guest.”
He then slipped into his vehicle and let out a small sigh.
Even if he always seemed too busy with his acting to be a part of Super Junior, he was still a member…and that meant it was his job to help his hyungs, even if they didn’t know it. He simply continued to grin as he turned down the road, humming No Other as he went.