Fic: Moments
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j_gabrielleTitle: Moments
Pairing: OT13
Rating: PG
Summary: Little snapshots of moments shared by the members over the car ride.
A/N: This is a fanfic I did for a contest awhile back. You can read it here in its original posting.
One – Two dreamers
The stars that twinkle in the dark curtains above were actually balls of gases floating around. Everyone knows that. Well, everyone but Donghae. He thinks that they are star faeries; benevolent, happy, shining creatures that symbolises their thoughts through flickers and sparks. That would probably hurt like hell. Eunhyuk has tried before to tell Donghae that they don’t exist, along with a motley crew of other things like the Yeti, Big Foot, Kappa, Mermaid and the Giant Squid. But… Well, the dude believed in aliens.
“Star faeries.”
The said man said softly as he looked outside and pressed his palm, curling fingers at the glass. The other members were quietly absorbed in their private conversations, a soft hum in their background. Eunhyuk looks over at his best friend and watches as he continues to gaze heavenward.
Sidling closer, he rests his chin on his shoulder. “They’re not real you know?” He said. Sorry, He almost adds watching fingers curl further. It was then that their little bubble of comfortable silence was broken by the soft tinkering from Donghaes’ jacket’s front pocket. The dancer watches as a slow smile spreads itself across his face, a soft chuckle tumbling forward into the air between them.
Pointing a finger at the sky, “They might not be real, Hyuk-ah. But we’ve got real star faeries, here. All over the world.” At his friend’s confused expression, he shoved his phone into unresisting hand. Shown on the screen was an update on the TwELFs’ blog about their latest photo together. Fans all over have commented about them, some even causing a tint of blush to colour his cheeks. Well, the some that he could read and understand anyways. “See? Star faeries do exist.” Donghae beamed, the passing streetlamps casting shadows of his smile.
EunHae couple DAEBAK ♥
“Yeah. Yeah they do.” He grinned back as Donghae slung an arm around him.
Two – Mindreader
Leeteuk has the patience of a minor saint. Minor, because he still glares, threatens blackmails and laces his words with subtle poison. But he loves, loves, loves his Super Junior members and no one can deny that.
A saint, though he is, he still worries almost constantly like the ahjumma downstairs about her cats. He doubts, frets, fusses over everyone like the group Umma he is, marvelling every time he sees their sea of blue and hears their voices.
Theirs.
The vastness of the blue sometimes scares him. It scares him even more now as there are three constant hollowness beside them; on stage and at home. Leeteuk fears that the gaps may cause the blue to split, cracking right down the middle. Then…?
So he quietly puts on a cracked front for their 4jib. A front with fine cracks unnoticed by untrained eyes but sometimes opened so wide that it is bared clear, painful and ugly to all who see. The 4jib. Their 4jib. They’ve come so far, for so long.
But for how long?
“Hyung, I know what you’re thinking. So stop it.” Yesung says from beside him in the cloak of darkness. “Yes, I know. You’re being all Super Umma Menopause, but stop it please. We’ll be arriving soon so please think of happy thoughts?” Leeteuk says nothing but merely stares. “And stop that hyung. It’s discerning.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“…..”
“What is it, hyung?”
“Super Umma Menopause?” He asks frowning at nothing in particular, almost hearing the mirth in the other man’s chuckles. “How’d you fell about…about…”
“It’s you, hyung. When you think we don’t notice you worrying. When you try covering up your worries but we see them anyway. We know hyung. So don’t think too much.” Leeteuk jumps when a small, cold hand snakes its’ way and tangles their fingers together. “We’ve got your back. Even when you think we don’t.”
Leeteuk feels a growing lump at his throat and his heart crashing wildly against his chest. Sniffing back the tears, he smiles wetly as a tissue is pressed into his hand. “Try not to make the make-up ladies kill you? And me if they find out? Someone needs to be around to protect Ryeowook from himself and feed Ddangkoma and I‘d rather it be me.”
“Have you always been this way?” A shrug from the man at his side. The leader settles himself into his seat. “Don’t tell Kangin. I’ll use my Super Umma powers on you if you do.” He says after awhile, to a quiet spasm of giggles.
“I wouldn’t risk the wrath of the Super Appa Raccoon.”
Three – The secret of a new addict
Click. Buy. Click. Click. Buy.
It was strangely addictive. It would, however, put a slight dent in his sizeable bank account but who was Kyuhyun kidding? Being one of Super Junior’s lead vocalists has got payoffs. He’s got enough leftover for baby diapers. But right now, it was all about the drama box sets and albums that he was purchasing online at YesAsia. Why YesAsia? Because it’s YesAsia. And because he figures international sales figures could do with a boost every once in a while.
And also because there was that one series that had had Sungmin crying and cuddling up to him like a koala bear for days after he watched the final episode. The other series that Sungmin had loved for as long as he’d known the guy and that one album that he broke that one they’d… Nevermind. Point was, purchases made on international shopping websites were purchases made on international shopping websites. They were less likely to ask questions.
“Whatcha thinking?” Sungmin asks as the van swerves into a junction. “You’re not-”
“‘Course not.” He smiles, softly. He knows how painfully insecure the other man is behind closed doors. Hugging him close, he presses a kiss to his crown.
“Yah! The coordi-noonas will kill me if you mess up my hair.” Sungmin struggles a little.
“They’d have to get through me first.” A silence dawns quickly on them. “Sungmin-ah, when we get back, I got something for you.”
“Really?” Eyes shining bright, almost too bright. Then suddenly, apprehension sets in. “You’re not-Not breaking up with me are you?” Panic.
Idiot. As if I could survive without you. He thinks, wrapping an arm around his firm waist. “No. Just something I think you’d like.” He grins.
And that was just that. When they arrive home, exhausted, tired and sore but delightfully happy and delirious many hours later, Kyuhyun had somehow managed to press a ring with ‘Kyumin’ engraved on the underside into his hand. Sungmin’s shocked expression that had quickly morphed into one of comprehension, guilt and teary happiness had him deciding that the trip to the downtown exclusive jeweller had been well worth the splash of gossip across the tabloids of him having a secret tryst. And of Sungmin’s cold shoulder the whole 3 days afterwards.
I love you, Lee Sungmin.
He somehow manages to block the happy babble out of his head and sinks into warm, dark comforting bliss. It may be wrong, but the perfect protective cocoon of their room and their band family makes everything…okay. Kyuhyun tightens his hold, counting the soft breaths that flutter onto his collarbone.
Just before he slips under, he manages to start grinning like an idiot at the thought of spoiling Sungmin for the week as penance for the whole tabloid thing. The goods from YesAsia were arriving tomorrow after all.
Fourth – Haengbok is meant for everyone
Oppa Hwaiting! ♥ ^^
Ahh… His Nari was just too cute! Shindong chuckles as he types his reply to his dearest. He was nervous as hell about the confession in his section of the 4jib, hoping that somehow or another it won’t be like a train wreck waiting to happen. He catches Ryeowook’s soft smile as he presses ‘send’.
“Wookie-ah, why are you smiling like that?” The eternal magnae merely grins and settles back into his seat.
“Nothing. Just had a thought that Nari-sshi must be a happy woman.” His smile faltered just a little. “ I hope one day I…I can make someone as happy as that.”
The silence prevails, disturbed only by the soft giggles that come from Yesung and Leeteuk’s seats. “You will.” Shindong says before he can stop himself.
“I will, what?” Ryeowook asks, voice curious.
“One day you’ll make a girl happy. Really happy. You’d write a song for her, tell her hilarious stories of your days as a Super Junior member. You’d make her smile at everything you cook because they’re all so delicious anyways. So don’t worry Wookie-ah.” He smiles just as he receives Nari text reply. “It’ll turn out fine.”
If he’d look up from his screen then, he would’ve not had missed the longing look thrown at the seat next to their leader’s.
“Yeah, hyung. It will.”
Fifth – Longing, waiting, dying a little inside
Hankyung Kangin Kibum Hankyung Kangin Kibum
He has forgotten the days when it didn’t hurt. Forgotten the days when there was not a single inch of him that feels like dying over and over again. Oh, he knows their leader feels the same way about life these days. The only difference between them both is that Leeteuk’s mask is a little more polished and refined; practiced. His is pretty non-existent.
Siwon kept himself busy with his drama and such; everyone did their own thing to forget, to deal. But him? If it weren’t for Eunhyuk… Well, there were a lot of things that could happen when one was alone with oneself for too long.
“Hyung.” Siwon did that tentacle thing he does with his impossibly long limbs, wrapping them around him. “Hyung.” He says again. Heechul leans back and lets himself mould into the warm body behind.
He should feel lucky. He still has Siwon. Siwon who stayed behind to pick up the pieces. Siwon who held him together, piece by bleeding piece. Heechul knows he should smile and bow and be grateful, but he just can’t. Not when he sees pictures of him smiling, in L.A where they’d sworn to go together, in the Shanghai Expo where they would have had a chance to meet had there not been a sudden change of scheduling plans. Not when he still sees them in those eyes that had promised him the world and upsetting it all in the end.
He doesn’t say it, but he sees the soft cracks of Leeteuk’s mask and hears the broken beats of Donghae’s heart. The one that misses Kibum. Somehow… Somehow the 4jib, Super Junior, everything has been turned into becoming the best, Daebak, so that the naysayers can shut their cake holes.
Heechul never says of that one phone call he receives that night on the way back from Music Bank after their Comeback Stage. He’ll never breathe a word of how he’d whispered as if they were there together side by side instead of miles apart. Of how he couldn’t look the others in the eye for days afterwards, feeling like a traitor.
Hankyung Kangin Kibum Hankyung Kangin Kibum
It’s a chorus on repeat he’s heard all over Asia, wherever Super Show 2 has taken them. It’s the comments he’s read online, in forums, blogs over at TwELFs. Whatever he could make sense of anyways. But it’s all over the place. And he knows that success this time isn’t just for those missing from ranks, but also their pearl sapphire blues. They have to do this for them too.
It’s just not the same is it?
A/N: The contest was held over at TwELFs and the contest required
Pairing: OT13
Rating: PG
Summary: Little snapshots of moments shared by the members over the car ride.
A/N: This is a fanfic I did for a contest awhile back. You can read it here in its original posting.
One – Two dreamers
The stars that twinkle in the dark curtains above were actually balls of gases floating around. Everyone knows that. Well, everyone but Donghae. He thinks that they are star faeries; benevolent, happy, shining creatures that symbolises their thoughts through flickers and sparks. That would probably hurt like hell. Eunhyuk has tried before to tell Donghae that they don’t exist, along with a motley crew of other things like the Yeti, Big Foot, Kappa, Mermaid and the Giant Squid. But… Well, the dude believed in aliens.
“Star faeries.”
The said man said softly as he looked outside and pressed his palm, curling fingers at the glass. The other members were quietly absorbed in their private conversations, a soft hum in their background. Eunhyuk looks over at his best friend and watches as he continues to gaze heavenward.
Sidling closer, he rests his chin on his shoulder. “They’re not real you know?” He said. Sorry, He almost adds watching fingers curl further. It was then that their little bubble of comfortable silence was broken by the soft tinkering from Donghaes’ jacket’s front pocket. The dancer watches as a slow smile spreads itself across his face, a soft chuckle tumbling forward into the air between them.
Pointing a finger at the sky, “They might not be real, Hyuk-ah. But we’ve got real star faeries, here. All over the world.” At his friend’s confused expression, he shoved his phone into unresisting hand. Shown on the screen was an update on the TwELFs’ blog about their latest photo together. Fans all over have commented about them, some even causing a tint of blush to colour his cheeks. Well, the some that he could read and understand anyways. “See? Star faeries do exist.” Donghae beamed, the passing streetlamps casting shadows of his smile.
EunHae couple DAEBAK ♥
“Yeah. Yeah they do.” He grinned back as Donghae slung an arm around him.
Two – Mindreader
Leeteuk has the patience of a minor saint. Minor, because he still glares, threatens blackmails and laces his words with subtle poison. But he loves, loves, loves his Super Junior members and no one can deny that.
A saint, though he is, he still worries almost constantly like the ahjumma downstairs about her cats. He doubts, frets, fusses over everyone like the group Umma he is, marvelling every time he sees their sea of blue and hears their voices.
Theirs.
The vastness of the blue sometimes scares him. It scares him even more now as there are three constant hollowness beside them; on stage and at home. Leeteuk fears that the gaps may cause the blue to split, cracking right down the middle. Then…?
So he quietly puts on a cracked front for their 4jib. A front with fine cracks unnoticed by untrained eyes but sometimes opened so wide that it is bared clear, painful and ugly to all who see. The 4jib. Their 4jib. They’ve come so far, for so long.
But for how long?
“Hyung, I know what you’re thinking. So stop it.” Yesung says from beside him in the cloak of darkness. “Yes, I know. You’re being all Super Umma Menopause, but stop it please. We’ll be arriving soon so please think of happy thoughts?” Leeteuk says nothing but merely stares. “And stop that hyung. It’s discerning.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“…..”
“What is it, hyung?”
“Super Umma Menopause?” He asks frowning at nothing in particular, almost hearing the mirth in the other man’s chuckles. “How’d you fell about…about…”
“It’s you, hyung. When you think we don’t notice you worrying. When you try covering up your worries but we see them anyway. We know hyung. So don’t think too much.” Leeteuk jumps when a small, cold hand snakes its’ way and tangles their fingers together. “We’ve got your back. Even when you think we don’t.”
Leeteuk feels a growing lump at his throat and his heart crashing wildly against his chest. Sniffing back the tears, he smiles wetly as a tissue is pressed into his hand. “Try not to make the make-up ladies kill you? And me if they find out? Someone needs to be around to protect Ryeowook from himself and feed Ddangkoma and I‘d rather it be me.”
“Have you always been this way?” A shrug from the man at his side. The leader settles himself into his seat. “Don’t tell Kangin. I’ll use my Super Umma powers on you if you do.” He says after awhile, to a quiet spasm of giggles.
“I wouldn’t risk the wrath of the Super Appa Raccoon.”
Three – The secret of a new addict
Click. Buy. Click. Click. Buy.
It was strangely addictive. It would, however, put a slight dent in his sizeable bank account but who was Kyuhyun kidding? Being one of Super Junior’s lead vocalists has got payoffs. He’s got enough leftover for baby diapers. But right now, it was all about the drama box sets and albums that he was purchasing online at YesAsia. Why YesAsia? Because it’s YesAsia. And because he figures international sales figures could do with a boost every once in a while.
And also because there was that one series that had had Sungmin crying and cuddling up to him like a koala bear for days after he watched the final episode. The other series that Sungmin had loved for as long as he’d known the guy and that one album that he broke that one they’d… Nevermind. Point was, purchases made on international shopping websites were purchases made on international shopping websites. They were less likely to ask questions.
“Whatcha thinking?” Sungmin asks as the van swerves into a junction. “You’re not-”
“‘Course not.” He smiles, softly. He knows how painfully insecure the other man is behind closed doors. Hugging him close, he presses a kiss to his crown.
“Yah! The coordi-noonas will kill me if you mess up my hair.” Sungmin struggles a little.
“They’d have to get through me first.” A silence dawns quickly on them. “Sungmin-ah, when we get back, I got something for you.”
“Really?” Eyes shining bright, almost too bright. Then suddenly, apprehension sets in. “You’re not-Not breaking up with me are you?” Panic.
Idiot. As if I could survive without you. He thinks, wrapping an arm around his firm waist. “No. Just something I think you’d like.” He grins.
And that was just that. When they arrive home, exhausted, tired and sore but delightfully happy and delirious many hours later, Kyuhyun had somehow managed to press a ring with ‘Kyumin’ engraved on the underside into his hand. Sungmin’s shocked expression that had quickly morphed into one of comprehension, guilt and teary happiness had him deciding that the trip to the downtown exclusive jeweller had been well worth the splash of gossip across the tabloids of him having a secret tryst. And of Sungmin’s cold shoulder the whole 3 days afterwards.
I love you, Lee Sungmin.
He somehow manages to block the happy babble out of his head and sinks into warm, dark comforting bliss. It may be wrong, but the perfect protective cocoon of their room and their band family makes everything…okay. Kyuhyun tightens his hold, counting the soft breaths that flutter onto his collarbone.
Just before he slips under, he manages to start grinning like an idiot at the thought of spoiling Sungmin for the week as penance for the whole tabloid thing. The goods from YesAsia were arriving tomorrow after all.
Fourth – Haengbok is meant for everyone
Oppa Hwaiting! ♥ ^^
Ahh… His Nari was just too cute! Shindong chuckles as he types his reply to his dearest. He was nervous as hell about the confession in his section of the 4jib, hoping that somehow or another it won’t be like a train wreck waiting to happen. He catches Ryeowook’s soft smile as he presses ‘send’.
“Wookie-ah, why are you smiling like that?” The eternal magnae merely grins and settles back into his seat.
“Nothing. Just had a thought that Nari-sshi must be a happy woman.” His smile faltered just a little. “ I hope one day I…I can make someone as happy as that.”
The silence prevails, disturbed only by the soft giggles that come from Yesung and Leeteuk’s seats. “You will.” Shindong says before he can stop himself.
“I will, what?” Ryeowook asks, voice curious.
“One day you’ll make a girl happy. Really happy. You’d write a song for her, tell her hilarious stories of your days as a Super Junior member. You’d make her smile at everything you cook because they’re all so delicious anyways. So don’t worry Wookie-ah.” He smiles just as he receives Nari text reply. “It’ll turn out fine.”
If he’d look up from his screen then, he would’ve not had missed the longing look thrown at the seat next to their leader’s.
“Yeah, hyung. It will.”
Fifth – Longing, waiting, dying a little inside
Hankyung Kangin Kibum Hankyung Kangin Kibum
He has forgotten the days when it didn’t hurt. Forgotten the days when there was not a single inch of him that feels like dying over and over again. Oh, he knows their leader feels the same way about life these days. The only difference between them both is that Leeteuk’s mask is a little more polished and refined; practiced. His is pretty non-existent.
Siwon kept himself busy with his drama and such; everyone did their own thing to forget, to deal. But him? If it weren’t for Eunhyuk… Well, there were a lot of things that could happen when one was alone with oneself for too long.
“Hyung.” Siwon did that tentacle thing he does with his impossibly long limbs, wrapping them around him. “Hyung.” He says again. Heechul leans back and lets himself mould into the warm body behind.
He should feel lucky. He still has Siwon. Siwon who stayed behind to pick up the pieces. Siwon who held him together, piece by bleeding piece. Heechul knows he should smile and bow and be grateful, but he just can’t. Not when he sees pictures of him smiling, in L.A where they’d sworn to go together, in the Shanghai Expo where they would have had a chance to meet had there not been a sudden change of scheduling plans. Not when he still sees them in those eyes that had promised him the world and upsetting it all in the end.
He doesn’t say it, but he sees the soft cracks of Leeteuk’s mask and hears the broken beats of Donghae’s heart. The one that misses Kibum. Somehow… Somehow the 4jib, Super Junior, everything has been turned into becoming the best, Daebak, so that the naysayers can shut their cake holes.
Heechul never says of that one phone call he receives that night on the way back from Music Bank after their Comeback Stage. He’ll never breathe a word of how he’d whispered as if they were there together side by side instead of miles apart. Of how he couldn’t look the others in the eye for days afterwards, feeling like a traitor.
Hankyung Kangin Kibum Hankyung Kangin Kibum
It’s a chorus on repeat he’s heard all over Asia, wherever Super Show 2 has taken them. It’s the comments he’s read online, in forums, blogs over at TwELFs. Whatever he could make sense of anyways. But it’s all over the place. And he knows that success this time isn’t just for those missing from ranks, but also their pearl sapphire blues. They have to do this for them too.
It’s just not the same is it?
A/N: The contest was held over at TwELFs and the contest required
- Theme “DAEBAK”
- Include the words: ‘twelfs‘, ‘yesasia‘, ‘super junior‘, and ‘4jib‘ in it. At least one sentence for each word.
- 2000 words max
- No NC-17, R, smut. Not even grabbing
- Major characters only consist of SJ members. Other idols are fine for minor characters
