☆ ☆ sj100fc, theme #42
blondes cause more trouble
Kibum/Kyuhyun, implied Hankyung/Victoria (because I can)
PG-13
Kyuhyun seems to like making his hyungs want to pull their hair out.
(878 words)
A/N: Okay, so this is kind of stupid…but I had a blasty-blast writing it. No offense to blondes, but it was the only title I could think of! For the SJ 100 Fics Challenge, theme #42, Suits.
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“After that you take a left turn, and then you’ll see it. Right between the coffee shop with the blue neon sign and the pet store with the black puppies in the window.”
Kyuhyun nods against the phone pressed to his ear. But then he remembers that Hankyung probably can’t hear his head moving, unless he has some kind of supersonic hearing and the sounds of Kyuhyun’s thin hairs brushing against the speaker reaches his ears-that seems unlikely, though.
He taps the steering wheel with his short fingernails and waits for the light to turn green. “Hyung, I have to hang up now. Driving.”
“Of course,” Hankyung is smiling, Kyuhyun can hear that somehow. Supersonic hearing?
And when he does hang up, Kyuhyun has to put his concentration on tucking his phone back in his pocket and making sure he doesn’t hit a little boy on a bike. It’s a narrow miss, and Kyuhyun breathes in relief.
The left turn is coming up, but Kyuhyun doesn't put his signal on. He looks into his rearview mirror, he feels like he’s being watched-he knows he’s not. The left turn passes, and he just lets it go. He’s not sure why, but what’s done is done.
“Just me,” he tells the waitress with hot pink nails. He’s asked for a place by the bar, because it calls for a quick escape if Hankyung calls in a panic, plus the alcohol’s readily accesible if he needs it.
When he sits, the relaxing comes to an end before it starts, a voice sounds in his ear. “He’s gonna kill you.”
Kibum seems to come out of nowhere, like a ghost. Sometimes Kyuhyun wonders.
“Whoa, what are you doing here?”
“I was about to ask the same thing as you,” the killer smile catches Kyuhyun by surprise, almost greater than the initial presence of its owner.
“You’re supposed to be with hyung, the whole suit thing-the groomsmen thing,” Kyuhyun takes the beanie off his head and fixes his hair, difficulty coming on without a mirror to check.
“Shit, Kyuhyun, he’s not only going to kill you-he’ll hold your head over a white hot flame until your hair turns black and falls off, until your-”
“Will you calm down? I’m fine, hyung wouldn't hurt me.”
“Why the fuck are you blonde again?” Kibum’s eyes are barely this wide, Kyuhyun’s actually kind of nervous with this reaction. “Are you asking for a beat down?”
“Hyung isn’t violent.”
“He will be when you show up late looking like you belong in a hardcore rock band-you should show up in leather pants, just to see how far you can take this.”
“I look good,” Kyuhyun pinches some of the blonde strands between his thumb and forefingers. “This kind of hair suits me, no? Come on, admit it.”
“You look hot, but…Hankyung-hyung is not going to be happy.”
“It’s my hair.”
“Yeah, but it’s his wedding. You think he wants his family to see his best friend looking like a fucking punk?”
“He can deal.”
“Sometimes you’re a real brat,” Kibum takes the seat next to him. “I don't know why I love you, why any of us love you.”
“Because you think I’m sexy.”
“Go die.”
Kyuhyun laughs, light and airy. “Maybe they should just give me a white suit, you know? Everything matches, hair and clothes.”
“You and Victoria-noona would match,” Kibum chuckles.
“Only she’d have to dye her hair, too.”
“I think Hankyung-hyung would faint if she did,” Kibum jumps off his chair and tugs on Kyuhyun’s elbow. “Come on, time to go to your early death. Hankyung-hyung is waiting for us.”
“Alright, fine,” Kyuhyun follows alongside.
“Let’s take your car. We’ll go together.”
“Sure,” pause. “Hey, why aren’t you already there anyway?”
Kibum slings an arm around the taller yet younger man’s shoulders. “My car was behind yours. Followed you.”
“What?”
“I was curious why you didn’t turn on the right street.”
“Hyung, you’re a freak.”
“You love me.”
Kyuhyun’s eyes roll. “Sure, sure I do.”
Five hours later, and they’re walking across the dark threshold, and Kibum hasn’t taken a good breath since they left the store. He’s too busy laughing until he chokes on his lungs, and as Kyuhyun puts down the box containing his brand new suit, he’s pretty sure Kibum is more than halfway there.
“What’ll it take for you to just shut it?" Kyuhyun sighs, flipping the light switch.
It sounds like fragments when Kibum tries to talk. “Never-seen-hyung-so angry! I can't believe-he knows-those words!”
Kyuhyun kicks the door shut and folds his arms over his chest. “I bet Heechul-hyung taught him-fuck, do I have to duct tape your mouth?”
Kibum starts gasping for air and trying to talk about how he had to bite his mouth shut to keep from laughing when Hankyung had whipped out the Chinese swears, too. Kyuhyun sighs again, he’s had enough of this.
His fingers find Kibum’s collar and pull him in, crashing right against his lips. Kibum doesn’t resist, this isn’t new territory, it’s just old and hasn’t been explored in a while.
When they break apart, Kibum is still laughing, but it’s less explosive and oxygen-depriving than before.
“That might do it.”
Kyuhyun groans. “Might?”
“Try again,” Kibum gives him that killer smile.
“Why should I?”
“It’ll work if you keep it up,” his tongue comes out to wet his open lips. “Trust me.”
//…
Because I like blonde!Kyu but pictures are hard to find D:
Um. So I listened to Justin Bieber's song 'Baby' almost on repeat while I wrote this, if that affects the tone of this…probably not. Damn it, I thought I'd never like him but now I can't get that song to go away. The only thing that can get that song out of my head right now is Lady Gaga XD
And yes, I know the idea of Hankyung flipping the shit over Kyu's hair is slightly unrealistic, but it's his wedding! Ignore me…
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SJ100FC archive :D
Kibum/Kyuhyun, implied Hankyung/Victoria (because I can)
PG-13
Kyuhyun seems to like making his hyungs want to pull their hair out.
(878 words)
A/N: Okay, so this is kind of stupid…but I had a blasty-blast writing it. No offense to blondes, but it was the only title I could think of! For the SJ 100 Fics Challenge, theme #42, Suits.
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“After that you take a left turn, and then you’ll see it. Right between the coffee shop with the blue neon sign and the pet store with the black puppies in the window.”
Kyuhyun nods against the phone pressed to his ear. But then he remembers that Hankyung probably can’t hear his head moving, unless he has some kind of supersonic hearing and the sounds of Kyuhyun’s thin hairs brushing against the speaker reaches his ears-that seems unlikely, though.
He taps the steering wheel with his short fingernails and waits for the light to turn green. “Hyung, I have to hang up now. Driving.”
“Of course,” Hankyung is smiling, Kyuhyun can hear that somehow. Supersonic hearing?
And when he does hang up, Kyuhyun has to put his concentration on tucking his phone back in his pocket and making sure he doesn’t hit a little boy on a bike. It’s a narrow miss, and Kyuhyun breathes in relief.
The left turn is coming up, but Kyuhyun doesn't put his signal on. He looks into his rearview mirror, he feels like he’s being watched-he knows he’s not. The left turn passes, and he just lets it go. He’s not sure why, but what’s done is done.
“Just me,” he tells the waitress with hot pink nails. He’s asked for a place by the bar, because it calls for a quick escape if Hankyung calls in a panic, plus the alcohol’s readily accesible if he needs it.
When he sits, the relaxing comes to an end before it starts, a voice sounds in his ear. “He’s gonna kill you.”
Kibum seems to come out of nowhere, like a ghost. Sometimes Kyuhyun wonders.
“Whoa, what are you doing here?”
“I was about to ask the same thing as you,” the killer smile catches Kyuhyun by surprise, almost greater than the initial presence of its owner.
“You’re supposed to be with hyung, the whole suit thing-the groomsmen thing,” Kyuhyun takes the beanie off his head and fixes his hair, difficulty coming on without a mirror to check.
“Shit, Kyuhyun, he’s not only going to kill you-he’ll hold your head over a white hot flame until your hair turns black and falls off, until your-”
“Will you calm down? I’m fine, hyung wouldn't hurt me.”
“Why the fuck are you blonde again?” Kibum’s eyes are barely this wide, Kyuhyun’s actually kind of nervous with this reaction. “Are you asking for a beat down?”
“Hyung isn’t violent.”
“He will be when you show up late looking like you belong in a hardcore rock band-you should show up in leather pants, just to see how far you can take this.”
“I look good,” Kyuhyun pinches some of the blonde strands between his thumb and forefingers. “This kind of hair suits me, no? Come on, admit it.”
“You look hot, but…Hankyung-hyung is not going to be happy.”
“It’s my hair.”
“Yeah, but it’s his wedding. You think he wants his family to see his best friend looking like a fucking punk?”
“He can deal.”
“Sometimes you’re a real brat,” Kibum takes the seat next to him. “I don't know why I love you, why any of us love you.”
“Because you think I’m sexy.”
“Go die.”
Kyuhyun laughs, light and airy. “Maybe they should just give me a white suit, you know? Everything matches, hair and clothes.”
“You and Victoria-noona would match,” Kibum chuckles.
“Only she’d have to dye her hair, too.”
“I think Hankyung-hyung would faint if she did,” Kibum jumps off his chair and tugs on Kyuhyun’s elbow. “Come on, time to go to your early death. Hankyung-hyung is waiting for us.”
“Alright, fine,” Kyuhyun follows alongside.
“Let’s take your car. We’ll go together.”
“Sure,” pause. “Hey, why aren’t you already there anyway?”
Kibum slings an arm around the taller yet younger man’s shoulders. “My car was behind yours. Followed you.”
“What?”
“I was curious why you didn’t turn on the right street.”
“Hyung, you’re a freak.”
“You love me.”
Kyuhyun’s eyes roll. “Sure, sure I do.”
Five hours later, and they’re walking across the dark threshold, and Kibum hasn’t taken a good breath since they left the store. He’s too busy laughing until he chokes on his lungs, and as Kyuhyun puts down the box containing his brand new suit, he’s pretty sure Kibum is more than halfway there.
“What’ll it take for you to just shut it?" Kyuhyun sighs, flipping the light switch.
It sounds like fragments when Kibum tries to talk. “Never-seen-hyung-so angry! I can't believe-he knows-those words!”
Kyuhyun kicks the door shut and folds his arms over his chest. “I bet Heechul-hyung taught him-fuck, do I have to duct tape your mouth?”
Kibum starts gasping for air and trying to talk about how he had to bite his mouth shut to keep from laughing when Hankyung had whipped out the Chinese swears, too. Kyuhyun sighs again, he’s had enough of this.
His fingers find Kibum’s collar and pull him in, crashing right against his lips. Kibum doesn’t resist, this isn’t new territory, it’s just old and hasn’t been explored in a while.
When they break apart, Kibum is still laughing, but it’s less explosive and oxygen-depriving than before.
“That might do it.”
Kyuhyun groans. “Might?”
“Try again,” Kibum gives him that killer smile.
“Why should I?”
“It’ll work if you keep it up,” his tongue comes out to wet his open lips. “Trust me.”
//…
Because I like blonde!Kyu but pictures are hard to find D:
Um. So I listened to Justin Bieber's song 'Baby' almost on repeat while I wrote this, if that affects the tone of this…probably not. Damn it, I thought I'd never like him but now I can't get that song to go away. The only thing that can get that song out of my head right now is Lady Gaga XD
And yes, I know the idea of Hankyung flipping the shit over Kyu's hair is slightly unrealistic, but it's his wedding! Ignore me…
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SJ100FC archive :D