No Show Fee: 07.c. One-way Ticket [JaeMin, JaeHae, YehHae; DBSJ]
title: No Show Fee : 07.c. One-way Ticket
author: yumeyana
fandom: dong bang shin ki / super junior
pairs: JaeMin, JaeHae, YehHae (YooSu, KangTeuk, etc.)
rating/genre: PG-13/ drama, angst, humor, romance
summary: They say love waits. But the question always is, until when? Kyuhyun tries to intervene, only to lose to Kibum's way. ChangMin isn't complaining but the question remains: is Kibum really winning?
[crossposted at hug______, miracle______, _starcandy.]
Author’s Notes: So. KiMin. Most of you didn’t think that would happen, na? Well, I really didn’t plan that to happen at first but we needed some more conflict, right? XD Anyway, this part didn’t end the way I intended it to do so (thus the fourth part) but Kibum was being nice. *grins*
Disclaimers: None of the Dong Bang Shin Ki and Super Junior boys are mine, only the plot is.
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No Show Fee : One-way Ticket
Where are you?
Kibum raised an eyebrow, almost laughing at the tone Kyuhyun has chosen to use. They were almost of the same age and yet the latter has always addressed him respectfully. Ryeowook, who was older than the both of them, was treated as if he was the youngest of the three. But now, Kyuhyun has forgotten his place, addressing Kibum in a manner that told the latter that this was just the beginning. That and the former band magnae was speaking in English.
In Vancouver with ChangMin, he replied in Korean.
He could hear Kyuhyun’s attempts at remaining calm-could he be in the middle of a recording or a class?-and smiled. This was going to be a long night, he could see it now, judging by the way Kyuhyun’s tone was sounding.
What are you doing there? Still in English.
Helping ChangMin. Again in Korean.
He could imagine Kyuhyun pacing around wherever he was right now, burning a hole on the floor. He was glad to be miles away from the frustration the latter must be having, what with him answering without explaining much. But, he thought, Kyuhyun knew better than to ask such vague questions.
You’re not supposed to be doing this, hyung. This time in Korean.
There were a thousand explanations, the next one sounding more inappropriate than the last. But there was no time to explain, no moment to lose. If he was going to make ChangMin look his way, he’d have to act now. While he was in Vancouver, while there was no JaeJoong.
I know. In English.
Then come home.
I can’t, Kyu. You know why.
*
“This break they gave you,” ChangMin said while they were eating breakfast, more than a month after Kibum showed up at the airport. “How long is it actually?”
Kibum looked up from his scrambled eggs and fried rice and blinked. It had never occurred to him that ChangMin would actually ask how long his stay would be. Or that ChangMin remembered that excuse he made. “Why? Tired of having me here already?”
ChangMin shook his head, grinning. “You know I don’t mean that, Kibum. It’s just that it’s weird that you’re not busy enough to have a vacation.” His fork stopped in mid-air. “This is just a vacation, right? Or else I’d have to ask you to pay half the rent.”
Laugh; that was the first thing Kibum did when he heard ChangMin’s words. For a while there he thought the latter had seen the flaw in his plan, the only thing he didn’t cover up completely. ChangMin often had a knack of discovering things he shouldn’t but Kibum was one of Korea’s best actors. Even his best friend wouldn’t think anything of this supposed vacation.
“Of course this is just a vacation, brat. If it weren’t, I’d have bought myself a house.”
ChangMin rolled his eyes. Of course Kibum would buy a house; he was rich just like that. After working his ass out for years as a singer-slash-actor, ChangMin knew that his best friend had enough to stop working and retire earlier than most of them would. But Kibum loved acting. And amidst the controversies, that was the only thing that kept him in the business.
“Just remember to build one room for me, ok? Unless you want me to sleep with you.”
“That would be a brilliant idea, Min. Saves me the space for other rooms, na?”
ChangMin choked on his coffee. Kibum hadn’t even blinked; the sly fox even grinned while saying that. Sometimes, the former Dong Bang Shin Ki magnae thought, his best friend’s mind was a puzzle he would never solve. No amount of picking, of analyzing, would make him understand the way Kibum’s mind worked.
“Think we should start practicing now? I’m sure the couch isn’t as comfortable as it looks.” Ha, ChangMin thought. Two can play that game.
“Tonight, then.”
But of course, ChangMin gritted through his teeth, Kibum was two steps ahead. “Tonight, then.”
*
The thing with playing games, such as the one he and ChangMin played at breakfast a few weeks back, was that you’d have to stay at least two steps ahead. Kibum, however, liked being five steps ahead, calculating each move as if it were his own. He should’ve been a chess player.
But, of course, that would mean that he could’ve missed the chance of meeting ChangMin.
Call it hypothesis contrary to fact but there was little-about fourteen point five hundred eleven; yes, he calculated it-probability of meeting with him. Sure, ChangMin was a genius and could’ve easily been the next Gary Kasparov but the chances were still too slim to be sure. And he wanted to be sure he would meet ChangMin.
He sent ChangMin a message via SMS, telling the latter to meet him outside the University grounds after his class. Dinner would be served outside, he added, putting a grinning smiley at the end. ChangMin would probably tease him about the smiley later but he could say that it was his fault; after all, wasn’t ChangMin the one who liked putting smileys at the end of each message?
The leaves were turning to different shades of red, a wonderful color that only complimented the soft glow of afternoon sunlight. ChangMin’s finals loomed over them but it wasn’t what concerned him. Tonight was the night, Kibum told himself.
Tonight was the night.
*
ChangMin tapped his foot impatiently. Clearly, Kibum was twenty-two seconds late and his best friend knew how much he hated waiting. It wasn’t his best qualities, waiting, and although Dong Bang Shin Ki has tried to fix that over the years that they were together, they never really made him patient enough.
Twenty-three. He saw Kibum cross the street, his back and white stripped scarf riding with the breeze. It wasn’t even mid-autumn and yet it was colder than it has ever been in Korea or Japan. Twenty-one; Kibum smiled that lazy smile that made girls go gaga over him. It was, ChangMin thought as he rolled his eyes, supposed to pacify his irritation.
“The bus was late.”
“You could’ve walked.”
Kibum shrugged, claiming that it would’ve taken him longer than-he checked his watch-nineteen seconds to reach ChangMin. There was a protest somewhere in the latter’s throat but he let it rest; there was no point in arguing, not when Kibum smiling at him like that. He was weak when it came to those kinds of smiles; how many times had JaeJoong gotten away with anything with a smile almost similar to that one?
ChangMin stopped. Not again.
There was something wrong about the way ChangMin’s face fell-could he be thinking about JaeJoong again?-and he wanted to ask what was wrong but he couldn’t; he didn’t want JaeJoong’s name to pop up tonight just like all the other nights when Kibum tried and failed. No, he thought, tonight he won’t ask; tonight, he will make ChangMin forget.
He slipped his hand in ChangMin’s own, intertwining them.
“Hey,” he said, voice soft, and ChangMin looked at him, eyes a little unfocused.
“Hey, Min,” he said again, voice softer, and ChangMin looked like he was going to cry.
And all Kibum could do was pull him close and hold him.
tbc.
o7.b. | o7.d
Check-in. Check-out.
No Show Fee: o1 | o2 | o3 | o4 | o5.a | o5.b | o6 | st, boarding pass | o7.a | o7.b.
author: yumeyana
fandom: dong bang shin ki / super junior
pairs: JaeMin, JaeHae, YehHae (YooSu, KangTeuk, etc.)
rating/genre: PG-13/ drama, angst, humor, romance
summary: They say love waits. But the question always is, until when? Kyuhyun tries to intervene, only to lose to Kibum's way. ChangMin isn't complaining but the question remains: is Kibum really winning?
[crossposted at hug______, miracle______, _starcandy.]
Author’s Notes: So. KiMin. Most of you didn’t think that would happen, na? Well, I really didn’t plan that to happen at first but we needed some more conflict, right? XD Anyway, this part didn’t end the way I intended it to do so (thus the fourth part) but Kibum was being nice. *grins*
Disclaimers: None of the Dong Bang Shin Ki and Super Junior boys are mine, only the plot is.
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No Show Fee : One-way Ticket
Where are you?
Kibum raised an eyebrow, almost laughing at the tone Kyuhyun has chosen to use. They were almost of the same age and yet the latter has always addressed him respectfully. Ryeowook, who was older than the both of them, was treated as if he was the youngest of the three. But now, Kyuhyun has forgotten his place, addressing Kibum in a manner that told the latter that this was just the beginning. That and the former band magnae was speaking in English.
In Vancouver with ChangMin, he replied in Korean.
He could hear Kyuhyun’s attempts at remaining calm-could he be in the middle of a recording or a class?-and smiled. This was going to be a long night, he could see it now, judging by the way Kyuhyun’s tone was sounding.
What are you doing there? Still in English.
Helping ChangMin. Again in Korean.
He could imagine Kyuhyun pacing around wherever he was right now, burning a hole on the floor. He was glad to be miles away from the frustration the latter must be having, what with him answering without explaining much. But, he thought, Kyuhyun knew better than to ask such vague questions.
You’re not supposed to be doing this, hyung. This time in Korean.
There were a thousand explanations, the next one sounding more inappropriate than the last. But there was no time to explain, no moment to lose. If he was going to make ChangMin look his way, he’d have to act now. While he was in Vancouver, while there was no JaeJoong.
I know. In English.
Then come home.
I can’t, Kyu. You know why.
*
“This break they gave you,” ChangMin said while they were eating breakfast, more than a month after Kibum showed up at the airport. “How long is it actually?”
Kibum looked up from his scrambled eggs and fried rice and blinked. It had never occurred to him that ChangMin would actually ask how long his stay would be. Or that ChangMin remembered that excuse he made. “Why? Tired of having me here already?”
ChangMin shook his head, grinning. “You know I don’t mean that, Kibum. It’s just that it’s weird that you’re not busy enough to have a vacation.” His fork stopped in mid-air. “This is just a vacation, right? Or else I’d have to ask you to pay half the rent.”
Laugh; that was the first thing Kibum did when he heard ChangMin’s words. For a while there he thought the latter had seen the flaw in his plan, the only thing he didn’t cover up completely. ChangMin often had a knack of discovering things he shouldn’t but Kibum was one of Korea’s best actors. Even his best friend wouldn’t think anything of this supposed vacation.
“Of course this is just a vacation, brat. If it weren’t, I’d have bought myself a house.”
ChangMin rolled his eyes. Of course Kibum would buy a house; he was rich just like that. After working his ass out for years as a singer-slash-actor, ChangMin knew that his best friend had enough to stop working and retire earlier than most of them would. But Kibum loved acting. And amidst the controversies, that was the only thing that kept him in the business.
“Just remember to build one room for me, ok? Unless you want me to sleep with you.”
“That would be a brilliant idea, Min. Saves me the space for other rooms, na?”
ChangMin choked on his coffee. Kibum hadn’t even blinked; the sly fox even grinned while saying that. Sometimes, the former Dong Bang Shin Ki magnae thought, his best friend’s mind was a puzzle he would never solve. No amount of picking, of analyzing, would make him understand the way Kibum’s mind worked.
“Think we should start practicing now? I’m sure the couch isn’t as comfortable as it looks.” Ha, ChangMin thought. Two can play that game.
“Tonight, then.”
But of course, ChangMin gritted through his teeth, Kibum was two steps ahead. “Tonight, then.”
*
The thing with playing games, such as the one he and ChangMin played at breakfast a few weeks back, was that you’d have to stay at least two steps ahead. Kibum, however, liked being five steps ahead, calculating each move as if it were his own. He should’ve been a chess player.
But, of course, that would mean that he could’ve missed the chance of meeting ChangMin.
Call it hypothesis contrary to fact but there was little-about fourteen point five hundred eleven; yes, he calculated it-probability of meeting with him. Sure, ChangMin was a genius and could’ve easily been the next Gary Kasparov but the chances were still too slim to be sure. And he wanted to be sure he would meet ChangMin.
He sent ChangMin a message via SMS, telling the latter to meet him outside the University grounds after his class. Dinner would be served outside, he added, putting a grinning smiley at the end. ChangMin would probably tease him about the smiley later but he could say that it was his fault; after all, wasn’t ChangMin the one who liked putting smileys at the end of each message?
The leaves were turning to different shades of red, a wonderful color that only complimented the soft glow of afternoon sunlight. ChangMin’s finals loomed over them but it wasn’t what concerned him. Tonight was the night, Kibum told himself.
Tonight was the night.
*
ChangMin tapped his foot impatiently. Clearly, Kibum was twenty-two seconds late and his best friend knew how much he hated waiting. It wasn’t his best qualities, waiting, and although Dong Bang Shin Ki has tried to fix that over the years that they were together, they never really made him patient enough.
Twenty-three. He saw Kibum cross the street, his back and white stripped scarf riding with the breeze. It wasn’t even mid-autumn and yet it was colder than it has ever been in Korea or Japan. Twenty-one; Kibum smiled that lazy smile that made girls go gaga over him. It was, ChangMin thought as he rolled his eyes, supposed to pacify his irritation.
“The bus was late.”
“You could’ve walked.”
Kibum shrugged, claiming that it would’ve taken him longer than-he checked his watch-nineteen seconds to reach ChangMin. There was a protest somewhere in the latter’s throat but he let it rest; there was no point in arguing, not when Kibum smiling at him like that. He was weak when it came to those kinds of smiles; how many times had JaeJoong gotten away with anything with a smile almost similar to that one?
ChangMin stopped. Not again.
There was something wrong about the way ChangMin’s face fell-could he be thinking about JaeJoong again?-and he wanted to ask what was wrong but he couldn’t; he didn’t want JaeJoong’s name to pop up tonight just like all the other nights when Kibum tried and failed. No, he thought, tonight he won’t ask; tonight, he will make ChangMin forget.
He slipped his hand in ChangMin’s own, intertwining them.
“Hey,” he said, voice soft, and ChangMin looked at him, eyes a little unfocused.
“Hey, Min,” he said again, voice softer, and ChangMin looked like he was going to cry.
And all Kibum could do was pull him close and hold him.
tbc.
o7.b. | o7.d
Check-in. Check-out.
No Show Fee: o1 | o2 | o3 | o4 | o5.a | o5.b | o6 | st, boarding pass | o7.a | o7.b.