[005/ILC] Broken Babies
Title: Broken Babies
IL/Pairing Assigner: kendayawind & shadowcrawler12
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor/Romance(?)
Length: one-shot
Pairing: SungRy (Yesung x Henry)
Challenge: Initial Line Challenge
Disclaimer: I have no authority or possession over any of the artists used in this fiction. Their names are merely borrowed and, in no way, represents them in real life. The plot belongs to me.
Summary: His baby hurt his baby and so he took revenge on his other baby. Some people have larger prices to pay, even if it isn't entirely their fault. That's just how life works.
Slashed tires, cracked windows and various curse words scratched on his car, he severely doubted that he wasn’t angry.
But as Yesung glanced over at the younger boy, clutching a hand to his aching chest, he couldn't really return the anger. For one, this kind of was his fault - he shouldn't have promised Henry that he would watch over the boys violin only to have played with it and left it out for it to be crushed under the feet of his three precious turtles who, mind him, has very strong legs and beaks. He also shouldn't have left the bow out on the table so that said turtles could nibble and pull the horse hairs off of the stick; one by one. It probably would have helped if he hadn't gone out that night, knowing Henry was waiting for him at home for an explanation, to meet with a group of friends that Henry really disliked because they teased him for his poor Korean and puffy cheeks (which people did often and Henry absolutely loathed).
Scratching the back of his head - because there really wasn't much he could do at the point - Yesung took a few steps back and stumbled over his feet. The hangover from the night prior wasn't justifying his clumsiness. “Henry, how am I supposed to get to the studio now?” He asked the younger boy as calmly as he could, his lips shaking slightly.
“It's not like you're in working condition anyways,” Henry retorted, rolling his eyes and walking back towards the front door, “I'm sure manager hyung wouldn't appreciate the sight of you at the moment.”
Yesung sighed, dropping his bags to the ground.
Henry turned around, narrowing his eyes at the fuming older man. “Well? Are you just going to stand there and squawk at the sad sight of your precious car?”
“Was it really necessary to trash the car up this bad?” Yesung grumbled, taking large breaths to maintain a neutral tone. “My parents will kill me.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Henry bent over just slightly and rose a brow at Yesung. “Hyung, was it really necessary to let your turtles trash up my violin so badly yesterday - especially after promising you would watch over it? I was gone less than three hours for an SJM recording and the next thing I know, my baby is broken and had her other half torn into strands!”
Yesung slung his bags over his shoulders and followed Henry back into the dorms. He threw the sacks onto the living room couch and collapsed on top of them, laying with his face to the ceiling and his arms under his head; he was truly defeated.
“I'm really sorry about your violin, Henry,” Yesung apologized again. “Ddangkoma, Ddangkomeng, and Ddangkomi really didn't mean to. I forgot to feed them before letting them out and-”
Before Yesung could finish his explanation, Henry leaned over him - supporting himself with a hand on the back of the couch - and glared at his hyung with mere inches of space between their faces. “I don't care,” Henry gritted through his teeth, “you've had those turtles a few years but I've had my baby ever since I was six!”
“B-but-”
“No buts!” Henry scowled. “You're going to - no, they're going to pay for this!”
Yesung's eyes widened dramatically. “You already annihilated my car! Shouldn't we be even?!”
“Not even close.” Henry smirked before straightening up and starting to walk away.
Henry hadn't taken any more than five steps before he was grasped by the wrists and pulled back into a strong chest; Yesung's arms bound around him tightly. Yesung rested his chin on young Henry's shoulder, his small hands tightening on Henry's forearms.
“I'm sorry, Henry-ah! Please don't kill my babies!” Yesung pleaded, digging deeper into Henry's shoulder with his sharp chin.
Yesung's actions kind of hurt, but paled in comparison to the heat that was creeping to Henry's cheeks. Henry could feel small pumps of blood rushing throughout the veins in his entire body, a trail of fire enlightening every patch of his skin that Yesung touched. “I-I wasn't going t-to-”
“Don't cook them either! Don't listen to Eunhyuk or Heechul, turtles don't taste good!” Yesung cried, shaking his head violently.
Henry couldn't hold back a chuckle. “I'm not going to cook them.”
“Promise?” Yesung asked, his hold loosening on the younger boy.
Although Henry didn't know the reason for his sudden disappointment, he felt the urge to keep Yesung's arms around him. This should be okay - he's only joking, it's only a little bit of teasing - so it should be fine, right?
“No, I won't promise. What I do to those three rascals depends entirely on my mood,” Henry replied. His tone was firm but he could feel subtle embarrassment; he felt bashful for having to go to extremes like this just to have his hyung hug him for that little of a bit more time.
And, indeed, Yesung pressed Henry closer to himself with every syllable that Henry spoke.
Henry's Korean was cute; it was broken, the kid stuttered a lot, he always changed his mind in the middle of a sentence to re-structure it and build a new one, so, Yesung could never really find himself intimidated by the boy despite his harsh tone.
This was all just fun and games.
But aegyo was never Yesung's strong point, and he didn't intend to use it now.
“Then what do you feel like doing?” Yesung asked, whispering against Henry's ear. He was secretly grinning to himself when Henry buckled in the knees in his hold. Unbeknownst to the younger boy, Yesung could practically feel his heartbeat and hear every hastening breath he took.
Henry then broke away, afraid to answer the question truthfully. “Anything that doesn't involve you!”
Yesung shrugged and dropped back onto the couch. “My babies belong to me, so, that means you don't want to play with them either, right?”
“I-” Henry wanted to retort but held back his statement. Before stomping off to his room, Henry threw his hyung one last - very in-aggressive - glare. “I'm not done with you just yet,” he said.
After watching Henry retreat to his room, a crash and several curse words later, Yesung smirked and closed his eyes. His hangover was finally relenting; well, at least, it felt like it was. Or perhaps he was just floating on cloud nine because he was able to poke fun at the magnae of their group, the foreigner who was known to be so homophobic years ago.
“Neither am I, Henry,” Yesung laughed to himself, “neither am I.”
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A/N: Read Nyx's (a.k.a. kendayawind ) version here! Next challenge couple [Eunhae]!