Possibilities of Impossibilities - Chapter 16
Title : Possibilities of Impossibilities
Fandom(s) : SS501
Pairings : KyuSaeng
Rating : PG-13
Summary : Everything, started with a dare.
A/N : This is my very first Yaoi story, written...not very long ago. XD Well anyway, forgive the mistakes. And yes, they were meant to be OOC (or not. This might be the author's excuse to write badly >>).
Go to Master Fanfiction Post : http://s2-otter.livejournal.com/405.html for other chapters because the author is too lazy to link all of them. Oops XDD
(Special 2) Chapter 16
When Youngsaeng woke up, he was looking at a big bridal shop from the car. He was then led out by Kyujong, who was beaming widely. Youngsaeng looked at his husband suspiciously, but couldn’t think of anything that might make Kyujong so happy. Maybe he was being over-sensitive, Kyujong was probably happy only because he could have a wedding photo as he wished.
They then stepped into the modern bridal shop which was bigger than Youngsaeng expected.
“Oa…it’s big and pretty…” Youngsaeng look around and a smile crept up his face. “Seems like you put in some effort in this…”
“Of course.” Kyujong proudly grinned. He brought him into one of the big dressing rooms, which had a couple of small dressing rooms inside.
“So I’ll start choosing?” Youngsaeng walked towards the racks of suits. Kyujong gave Youngsaeng a hug from the back and pulled him away from the racks. “I don’t like public display of affection.”
“Whatever, they know.” Kyujong rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “I chose something special for you already.”
“What? Hey, I have better fashion sense than you. I insist I’ll choose-” Youngsaeng whined but Kyujong sealed the former’s complain with his lips.
“You can choose, but it’ll be for me.” Kyujong ruffled his lover’s hair before letting go of his hold of him.
Youngsaeng pouted but helped Kyujong with the choosing of his suit, finally choosing a modern-looking white tuxedo. Kyujong told Youngsaeng to take a seat while he changed, which made Youngsaeng frown. There was something fishy…
Kyujong was quick in changing, coming out suavely. The two beamed at each other, and Youngsaeng took a white necktie from the table filled with it before walking towards Kyujong. He helped Kyujong tie his tie, tying a half Windsor knot, before tightening the knot carefully and drawing it up to Kyujong’s collar.
“You’re good with ties. I’m an idiot with them.” Kyujong softly said and held Youngsaeng’s both hands which were on his tie, adjusting it. “I shall wear them everyday to work. You’ll help me tie them, won’t you?”
Youngsaeng rolled his eyes but grinned. “Shut up.”
Kyujong grinned and leaned down to kiss the smaller male lightly on his lips. “You just made me.”
Youngsaeng shook his head at Kyujong’s childishness, before wondering about a certain question. “Do I change now?”
Kyujong then had a big dorky grin he was unable to hide. “Yeah, go into that dressing room and change.”
Youngsaeng looked skeptically at Kyujong before reluctantly walking into the dressing room which he think would hold a suit which does not fit his taste. He does not trust Kyujong in this, no matter how much he loves him. On the other hand, Kyujong gestured for the people around to cover their ears, because what came later was a piercing scream Kyujong never thought he would hear from the other male.
“WHAT?!” Youngsaeng’s scream filled the spacious dressing room, and Kyujong hurriedly signaled for the workers to do their job. To Kyujong, Youngsaeng was predictable. The workers stood two by two before the dressing room’s door, the front two squeezing the back two, squeezing the back two, and so on, till the last two were pressed firmly against the dressing room’s door. Kicks could be heard, and Kyujong imagined how Youngsaeng would look like kicking the door so violently. “KIM KYUJONG! DO YOU WANT TO DIE?! I’M NOT GOING TO WEAR THIS!”
“Mmm. You shall stay in there then.” Kyujong unconsciously shrugged, forgetting Youngsaeng could not see him. “I can wait for you, since I’m outside and I can get food, drinks and go to the toilet when I want to. You, can either change or stay in there for the rest of your life.”
“I hate you so much.” Youngsaeng replied bitterly and looked at the clothes Kyujong wanted him to change into. “I’d die of thirst in here, you’re okay with that?!”
“Well…then maybe I’ll get people to help you change while you’re unconscious.” Kyujong smirked. The results were obvious already. “Come on, Saengie, pleaseeee?”
“I hate you, you know that?” Youngsaeng shouted to get his message clear to Kyujong, who was smiling away.
“I hate you too.” Kyujong smiled. “I hate you so much, so I’ll get girls to stay with you, and bring all the males to my side. The make-up artists and hair stylists are here, so have fun.”
Kyujong then turned to all the male workers present. “You all got that right? The males will come with me, and no male is allowed to enter this place. You girls will make sure of it, and if I catch anyone…Well, you won’t be dealt with nicely.”
Kyujong could hear a soft giggle from inside the dressing room, and he smiled. At least he wouldn’t have a THAT sulky Youngsaeng later. Youngsaeng always had a soft spot for Kyujong’s possessiveness.
“So let’s go.” Kyujong waved the males over and they went towards the other roomy dressing room, where Kyujong got his hair styled and his make-up done.
After he checked himself in the mirror, he walked towards Youngsaeng’s dressing room and knocked on the door. “Is he done?”
“Yes, Kyujong-nim.” A female opened the door and greeted. Kyujong then stepped in and prepared for himself to be surprised.
But he didn’t know he would be so surprised that he would run up to Youngsaeng and kiss him all over the face (ruining his make-up).
“Eww…I have your saliva all over my face.” Youngsaeng cringed but quickly smiled along with Kyujong. “You seem happy.”
“You bet. Oh you’re the prettiest woman alive!” Kyujong exclaimed and was ready to launch himself to another round of kissing when Youngsaeng gritted his teeth and whack Kyujong onto the floor.
“You idiot! I’m a male!” Youngsaeng sulked and gave Kyujong a deathly glare.
“Well, it sorta meant that you are the prettiest man alive at the same time.” Kyujong beamed. “I knew you would look ravishing in a gown.”