BluexStardust

Hide and Seek

2009-10-23T08:50:28Z

Title: Hide and Seek
Author: bluexstardust
Prompt: 063. Video Games
Pairing: Yesung/Eunhyuk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 611
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the boys T^T
Progress: 003/100 (well...it's a start? ehehe)
Date Started: 01/10/09
Summary: Yesung and Eunhyuk antics :]

“HA! TAKE THAT!” Yesung yelled as he took out one of Eunhyuk’s characters.

“Hey! No fair! You said we can’t do combos!” Eunhyuk pouted.

“Well I lied,” Yesung grinned.

“I’m gonna tell Teukie-umma on you~” Eunhyuk countered.

“Fine, fine, no more combos,” Yesung relented. The last thing he wanted was to have Teukie umma nagging him about being nicer to his brother.

“HA!” Eunhyuk cheered as he took revenge on one of Yesung’s characters.

“Hey!!!! I said no more combos!”

“Now I lied,” Eunhyuk stuck out his tongue.

“I WIN!” Yesung pumped his fist in the air in victory.

“Cheater,” Eunhyuk glared.

“Nuh uh.”

“Yeah huh.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yeah huh.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yeah huh.”

“Eunhyuk! Yesung! What’s going on in there?” Leeteuk appeared in the doorway, hands on his hips.

“Nothing, Teukie umma~” the two young boys chimed together.

“That’s what I thought,” Leeteuk crossed his arms with a satisfied smile. “No more video games, boys. Go play something nice and quiet. It’s almost time for bed. You have to get up early tomorrow for your first day of kindergarten!”

“Yes, Teukie umma,” Yesung and Eunhyuk got up and promptly put away their video games as they were told. They’d rarther just do that than listen to Teukie umma’s three-hour-growing-up-and-responsibilities lecture.

Leeteuk nodded his approval, and returned to the kitchen where he had been doing the dishes.

“So whatcha wanna do now?” Eunhyuk turned to Yesung.

“I dunno…” Yesung shrugged. The two sat in silence for what seemed like forever (but was really only two minutes) before Yesung jumped to his feet and exclaimed, “HIDE AND SEEK!”

“Okay!” Eunhyuk also jumped to his feet.

Yesung looked at Eunhyuk with a sly grin, “Ready? Set…Go!”

Eunhyuk bolted off, leaving a trail of dust behind him.

Opening the closet door, Eunhyuk began to try to stuff himself inside. “Nah, too common. He’ll find me for sure,” he thought to himself before running off to find another hiding spot.

“But where??” Eunhyuk racked his brain for a suitable hiding place while sneaking around the house all wannabe-ninja-like.

“GOT IT!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands over his mouth soon afterwards, realizing he wouldn’t make such a good ninja.

Dragging a large box to the basement, Eunhyuk climbed in and closed the box around him.

“Hehehe this is the best hiding spot ever,” Eunhyuk thought as he gave himself a pat on the back.

One hour later, Eunhyuk was still in the box. “I am the best at this! He’ll never find me here!”

Two hours later, Eunhyuk decided it was time to come out. “tch that guy probably gave up by now. I’ll let him have it later for not telling me he was forfeiting…or better yet… I’ll tell Teukie-umma on him!”

“Yesung~! You didn’t tell me you gave up! I’m telling on you if you don’t come here now!”

Hearing nothing in reply, Eunhyuk meandered through the house, trying to find where Yesung had wandered off to. Hearing a snore from under the sink, Eunhyuk promptly went over and opened the cabinet door. He was then faced with Yesung curled up into a ball under the sink, snoring away.

“Yesung! What are you doing here?” Eunhyuk asked as he shook Yesung awake.

“Dang! You found me! But you took FOREVERRRR!” Yesung groaned as he crawled out of the cabinet.

“…Weren’t you supposed to be seeking?” Eunhyuk blinked at Yesung.

“I thought you were seeking…” Yesung scratched his head.

“LET’S PLAY AGAIN!” the two exclaimed at the same time.

“1…2…”

“Wait wait WAIT!” Eunhyuk held up his hand.

“What?” Yesung looked confused.

“Let’s make sure we decide who’s it this time.”

Can I Have Your Number?

2009-06-11T12:55:30Z

Title: Can I Have Your Number?
Author: bluexstardust
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhoumi
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,043
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the boys T^T
Summary: Zhoumi needs a new camera...and memory card... and camera case...

A/N: Sorry for the fail summary -__-" I suck at summaries... Comments are <3!

As Zhoumi pulled up to the electronics store, he parked his car and grabbed the newspaper ad that had all of the sale items for that week.

After his last cam whoring spree, Zhoumi thought he needed a new camera that could better capture the awesomeness that was Mimi; after all, his blog deserved nothing short of the best when it came to pictures of himself.

Roaming the aisles, Zhoumi looked through rows and rows of the latest models of cameras. Finally finding the perfect one that could capture the very essence of awesomeness, he was dismayed to find it on the veeeeeeeery top shelf.

While he tiptoed and hopped up and down to try and reach the camera, Zhoumi felt a tap on his shoulder. Whirling around, he came face to face with a young man about his age.

‘Hmmm…he’s pretty cute…’ Zhoumi thought to himself as he gave the guy a once-over, from his shaggy dark hair, to his deep brown eyes, further down his slim figure, finally ending at long legs.

“Did you need some help there?” the guy asked him.

“Help?” Zhoumi asked, momentarily distracted, forgetting all about the camera.

“…With getting that camera down?” the man raised an eyebrow.

“Oh! Right! The camera! Yes, please…” Zhoumi looked at the man’s nametag, “…Kyuhyun. If you could get that down for me, that would be great.” Zhoumi gave Kyuhyun a smile that looked like it could break his face in half.

“Alright then, let me get a ladder,” Kyuhyun walked towards the stock room, presumably to get said ladder.

‘What’s a cutie like that doing working in an electronics store?...He looks about my age…I wonder if he’s taken…’

Amidst his daydreaming, Zhoumi didn’t notice that Kyuhyun had already come back with the ladder and gotten the camera down.

Waving a hand in front of Zhoumi’s unresponsive form, Kyuhyun snickered under his breath as he studied Zhoumi’s face, mouth slightly agape, eyes glazed over.

Deciding to take pity on the poor man, Kyuhyun placed a hand lightly on Zhoumi’s shoulder.

“Um…here’s the camera…”

Startled out of his thoughts, Zhoumi’s eyes became impossibly wide as he finally comprehended the situation he was in. A pink blush crept up his cheeks as he quickly ran a hand over the corner of his mouth to wipe away any drool that might have been there.

It took all of Kyuhyun’s strength to hold back his laughter as Zhoumi took the camera with shaking hands and mumbled, “T-thanks for that…” keeping his eyes on his shoes, not daring to look at Kyuhyun in the eye.

“No problem. Do you need anything else?” Kyuhyun asked with a friendly smile.

Zhoumi shook his head, “No, this is all for now. Thanks!”

And with that, Zhoumi shot the opposite way down the aisle away from Kyuhyun before he embarrassed himself anymore.

Chuckling to himself, Kyuhyun went back to the storage room to finish taking inventory.

‘What a strange guy…’ Kyuhyun thought to himself.

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A few days after what Zhoumi considered the most embarrassing moment of his life –but then again, no one will ever know if that’s actually true, knowing how much of a drama queen he could be—Zhoumi realized that he didn’t get a new memory card to go with his new camera, and the measly 1 gig that came with the camera was hardly enough for one of his cam whoring escapades.

Despite his embarrassment from last time, Zhoumi wanted to go back to the same store and see Kyuhyun. In fact, his epic fail during his last visit only made him want to see Kyuhyun even more so he could redeem himself.

Gathering up his courage, Zhoumi put on one of his best outfits, spent over an hour styling his hair, meticulously ensuring that not a strand of hair was out of place, and headed out to the store.

When he got there, Zhoumi nervously scanned the aisles, looking for the mysterious cutie from his last visit. Coincidentally, Zhoumi found said cutie in the memory card aisle. He did a mental cheer, and strode up to Kyuhyun, who was currently restocking the shelves.

“Uh…” Not knowing quite what to say so that he wouldn’t come off as some creepy stalker guy, Zhoumi took a deep breath and blurted out, “H-hi there Kyuhyun…er…You…probablydon’tremembermeiwashereacoupledaysagotobuyacamerabutididn’tgetamemorycardsoineedanewonebutidon’tknowwhichonetobuycanyouhelpme?”

Kyuhyun looked up at the nervous man that was now blushing profusely and stifled a laugh.

“Yeah, I remember you… Mr… sorry, I never caught your name,” Kyuhyun said apologetically. “But I do remember you!” Kyuhyun added with a reassuring smile.

Zhoumi felt like skipping around, cheering for joy that Kyuhyun remembered him, but he held it in, settling for another face-splitting smile. “Zhoumi. My name’s Zhoumi.”

“Nice to meet you, Zhoumi,” Kyuhyun greeted, holding out his hand for a handshake.

As soon as their hands met, Zhoumi was gone. ‘Wow, he has really soft hands…he’s a good hand shaker too…I wonder what else his hands can do…” Zhoumi shook himself out of his stupor, embarrassed that he had let his mind wander in that direction, and also for holding on to Kyuhyun’s hand for much longer than was normal for handshake etiquette.

Quickly releasing Kyuhyun’s hand, Zhoumi managed to get out coherently, “So… uh…yeah. Can you help me pick a memory card for my camera?”

“Hmm…well I specialize more in the games department, but I’ll try my best. Well, this one has good memory capacity, but I’m not particularly fond of that brand. They usually die on me. This brand is much better, but it’s slightly more expensive…”

Zhoumi just stood in the same spot and watched as Kyuhyun flitted around the aisle, telling him all about the different options there were.

‘He has a really cute butt…No, no, let’s not go there.’ As Zhoumi kept watching, trying to focus on Kyuhyun’s rambling, he completely lost interest in exactly WHAT he was saying, and was more mesmerized by the mere fact that he was speaking at all.

‘His voice is amazing…it’s so smooth…and deep, and yet husky…man, over the phone that voice would be perfect for…”

Once again, Zhoumi shook himself out of his thoughts before he went too far into his fantasy land. Kyuhyun was looking at him expectantly, so Zhoumi assumed that he was supposed to choose a card now.

Luckily, Zhoumi didn’t really NEED help choosing a new memory card. In fact, he was very well versed in the memory card area, considering how many he had gone through every time he felt like updating the pictures on his blog.

“Umm… I think I’ll take the four gig San Disc memory card. Those have worked pretty well for me before, so that should be fine for now.”

“Okay then. Here you go,” Kyuhyun handed him a package. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No…I think that’s it for today.”

“Alright then. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask me. I’ll be here stocking shelves for a while,” Kyuhyun gestured at the giant stack of boxes still filled with items.

“Okay then. Thanks for the help!” Zhoumi scurried away towards the register, leaving Kyuhyun blinking at the trail of dust he left behind.

Kyuhyun just shook his head and smiled, picking up where he left off with stocking the shelves.

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“I HAVE TO SEE HIM AGAIN!” Zhoumi declared loudly. Looking around suspiciously, he checked to see if anyone heard his random outburst to find only an empty living room.

“I mean…I have to get a case for my camera…yeah…that’s it…a case. I can’t have it getting scratched, now can I?” Whistling and throwing shifty glances, Zhoumi strolled to his car as ninja-like as possible, not that anyone was actually watching. He just thought it’d look more epic if he tried to move like a ninja.

Walking into the store, Zhoumi roamed the entire store, going up and down the aisles. But to his dismay, there was no Kyuhyun in sight. Sighing, he relented, thinking maybe he should just let it be and they were just not meant to meet again, and just picked up a random camera case off the shelves and sluggishly moved towards the register.

While he dejectedly thought about all of the things that he wouldn’t be able to do with Kyuhyun because they were never ever ever ever going to meet again—keep in mind his drama queen tendencies—he heard a familiar voice.

“Ah! Zhoumi! It’s nice to see you again!”

Snapping his head up, Zhoumi found himself face to face with a smiling Kyuhyun behind the register.

“Kyuhyun! I uh… didn’t know you were working the register today…I’m glad I finally got see you!”

“…”

“Uhm…I er…I mean…what I meant to say was, you do everything in this store! You take inventory, stock the shelves, and now even the register! Ehehe…hehe…he…”

Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but chuckle at the flustered Zhoumi in front of him.

“Haha, yup! I’ve been trained to do lots of stuff in the store. By the way, Zhoumi. Since you seem to visit this store quite often, I was wondering if you’d be interested in signing up a frequent buyer membership card with us. You’d be given a 10% discount off your purchase and if you sign up by this date…”

Zhoumi just smiled and nodded, giving an occasional “Mmhmm…yeah…that sounds good…” but his brain was off to lala-land again. Apparently Kyuhyun just had that effect on him. ‘Hmmm…date…I should ask Kyuhyun out on a date! But what if he doesn’t like me that way? What if he thinks I’m not cute? OH MY GOD what if he doesn’t like guys?!?!”

Kyuhyun watched amusedly as he saw several emotions flit across Zhoumi’s face.

“So uh…Zhoumi, can I have your number?”

Zhoumi’s eyes widened. ‘Wow~! So blunt! Not that I’m complaining or anything…’

Trying to be coy, Zhoumi put a sly grin on, “Only if I can have yours…”

Kyuhyun tried to stifle his laughter, a small chuckle escaping before he could control himself which he attempted to cover up with a cough.

“Um…I meant can I have your number so I can finish the registration for your membership card…”

Clapping a hand over his mouth, Zhoumi’s face turned bright red. He felt like crawling into a hole and never coming out ever again.

“I’m sorry about that…I didn’t mean it like that…I mean I did mean it like that…but I didn’t mean to say it like that…I thought you meant that…” Zhoumi was flustered, babbling on and on, trying to make the situation better somehow.

“Here’s your membership card, Zhoumi. And here’s your receipt,” Kyuhyun cut off.

Zhoumi silently took the card the slip of paper, still wishing the earth would take pity on him and just swallow him up.

“And…my cell phone number is on the back of your receipt, in case you have any questions, concerns, or need customer service of ANY kind,” Kyuhyun gave smirk, “And you can call me ANYtime, for ANYthing.”

Zhoumi snapped his head up, not quite sure he heard right. But at the look sly smirk on Kyuhyun’s face, he confirmed that he had, in fact, NOT been daydreaming again. Flashing a grin, Zhoumi nodded, and gathered up his things and was preparing to leave the store.

“Oh, by the way, Zhoumi. I’m working the store by myself today, and I still have some inventory to do. But it’s awfully lonely in the storage room by myself…I was wondering if you wanted to keep me company…”

Zhoumi’s eyes grew wide, as he watched Kyuhyun walk slowly to the back room, with an extra swing in his hips Zhoumi noted.

Throwing a glance over his shoulder, Kyuhyun gave Zhoumi a wink before disappearing into the storage room, leaving the door slightly open.

It took half a second for Zhoumi to process the situation he was in, took another half a second to mentally run around screaming with happiness, and another full second to sprint to the back of the store.

‘Who knows?’ he thought to himself before slipping through the door to the storage room, ‘Maybe tomorrow I’ll have to come back to look at the new webcams…’

043. Laundry Day

2009-05-27T07:05:08Z

100 Suju Fic Challenge

Title: Laundry Day
Author: bluexstardust
Prompt: 043. Washing Machines
Pairing: Donghae/Siwon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 796
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the boys T^T
Progress: 002/100 (well...it's a start? ehehe)
Date Started: 01/10/09
Summary: Donghae + alien mutant socks ^_^ need I say more?

A/N: Okay, so I'm pretty new to the whole fanfic thing, so I apologize in advance if this fic is total fail... but if it is, please feel free to leave some feedback, what you liked, what you didn't like, some advice maybe? Comments are love ^_^

Donghae and Siwon were sprawled all over the couch in the living room watching some random infomercial when Leeteuk came in, hamper in hand.

“The washing machine’s free now, if you guys want to do laundry.”

Leeteuk then walked back down the hall towards his and Kangin’s room, presumably to fold the newly washed clothes.

Siwon lifted his head to look at Donghae, “Do you want to do laundry now?”

“…Not really…”

Siwon sighed, “Okay, fine. Don’t you think you should do laundry now?”

“Meeeeh…”

Rolling his eyes, Siwon gave Donghae a pointed look. “Would you just go wash your clothes? They’re stinking up our room!”

“They are not!” Donghae pouted, flipping himself over so he was now sprawled on his stomach, face buried in the pillow.

Siwon raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really now? Donghae, when was the last time you washed those socks?”

Donghae peeked out from the pillow, looking at his feet and wiggling his toes in his white socks covered with blue fish.

“I’ve only worn them four times this week! They’re still clean, seeeeee?” Donghae began waving his foot in front of Siwon’s face.

“Gah! I don’t want to see or smell your feet,” Siwon shoved the socked foot out of smelling range. “Just go wash your clothes.” And with that, Siwon shoved Donghae off the couch, sending him into a heap on the floor.

Huffing indignantly, Donghae got up and brushed himself off, sticking his tongue out at Siwon before stalking back to their room to get the overflowing hamper of clothes.

Shoving all of the clothes into the washing machine, Donghae started it up and skipped back to the living room and plopped back onto the couch next Siwon.

“Did you wash your clothes?”

“Why yes. Yes I did. Happy now?”

“Yes. Very. I think one of your socks bit me last night…”

“Silly Siwonnie, socks don’t bite…unless they were abducted by aliens…and then were used in alien experiments…and then they were mutated…and then they came to life…and then they were sent back to earth…so that the evil mutant socks would eat people…and then they could take over the world… OH MY GO—“ a sharp warning look from Siwon made Donghae stop mid-rant, correcting himself. “I mean…OH MY GOSH ALIENS SENT EVIL MUTANT SOCKS TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!!~”

Rolling his eyes, Siwon reassured the now panicking Fishy, “There are no such things as evil sock mutants. I was kidding!”

“Evil sock mutants are nothing to kid about!”

Hearing the ding that meant the wash cycle was done, Siwon let out a sigh, shaking his head slowly from side to side. “Just go finish washing your clothes. Aliens only like to abduct dirty socks, you know.”

Upon hearing this, Donghae raced to the laundry room to save his socks from any possible alien abduction.

Flinging open the washer door, Donghae grabbed a random article of clothing from the washing machine…and lo and behold it was a sock!

Taking a tentative sniff at it, Donghae wrinkled his nose and tossed it back into the washer, grabbing another random article of clothing…it was a shirt this time. Taking another test smell at it, he found it smelled just as bad. Frantic to save his clothes, mostly his socks, from the aliens that were sure to abduct his laundry and turn them into mutant man-eating clothes because they weren’t clean, he flailed his way into the living room.

“SIWON SIWON SIWON! My socks are gonna get abducted! Help me save them!”

Raising an eyebrow, Siwon questioned, “What do you mean? Didn’t you already wash them?”

“I did! I did! But they’re still not clean!”

“…The machine was working fine when Leeteuk did his laundry just now…”

“You see? It’s all part of the alien’s evil plans! They made a special machine that breaks all the washing machines so that everyone’s clothes stay dirty so they can abduct them all and turn them into evil mut—“

“Okay, okay. Evil mutant man-eating clothing. Got it.” And with that, Siwon shoved himself off the couch and followed the flailing Fishy back to the laundry room.

After checking all the plugs and valves, everything seemed to be in working order.

Scratching his head, Siwon turned to Donghae and asked, “What exactly did you do with your laundry? From the looks of it, everything should work fine.”

Donghae pouted, “All I did was put my clothes in the washer, and pressed the start button…You see?!?! It’s the aliens I tell you! The aliens!!!!”

Then it dawned on Siwon. Giving Donghae a pointed look, Siwon asked, “Donghae…did you put soap in the machine?”

Donghae stopped mid-flail. “Soap? …OH YEAH! I have to put that in before I push start, huh?”

Donghae grinned sheepishly as Siwon promptly face-palmed.

054. That's All

2009-01-11T03:47:26Z

100 Suju Fic Challenge

Title: That's All
Author: bluexstardust
Prompt: 054. Self-Image
Pairing: Shindong/Hankyung
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,777
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the boys T^T
Progress: 001/100 (well...it's a start? ehehe)
Date Started: 01/10/09
Summary: Something's up with Shindong lately, and Hankyung can't help but wonder what it is... ( uhm... sorry for the fail summary! ^^;; )

A/N: Okay, so I'm pretty new to the whole fanfic thing, so I apologize in advance if this fic is total fail... but if it is, please feel free to leave some feedback, what you liked, what you didn't like, some advice maybe? Comments are love ^_^

Hankyung busied himself in the kitchen, bustling about with pots, pans, bowls, and plates, making dinner for the massive group of guys that all happened to live in the same dorm.

Smelling the inviting and familiar smell, the rest of the members came out of their rooms and filed into the kitchen.

“Ooooo Beijing Fried Rice? Yayy!” Donghae cheered.

Hankyung smiled. He was glad to see how something as small and simple as his fried rice could make his friends, who were pretty much brothers to him, happy.

As they all sat down around the table, they noticed an empty chair. After doing a mental headcount, Leeteuk asked, “Hey, has anyone seen Shindong?”

The rest of the members just looked at each other and shrugged. Sungmin piped up, “I think he’s still in his room.”

Hankyung stood up from the table, “I’ll go get him. You guys go ahead and eat.”

Walking down the hallway, Hankyung knocked on Shindong’s closed bedroom door.

A rather strangled, “Who is it?” came from the room, though Hankyung couldn’t be sure because it was pretty muffled by the door.

“It’s me, Hankyung,” Hankyung said as he slowly opened the door and poked his head inside. He looked just in time to see Shindong quickly switch off his monitor and rub his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt before turning towards the door. His eyes were red and puffy as if he had been crying.

Hankyung quickly crossed the room and asked, “Shindong, what’s wrong?”

Wiping his sleeve across his eyes again, Shindong forced a smile, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just my allergies acting up again, that’s all.”

Hankyung didn’t buy it, but said nonetheless, “Oh…okay. Well, dinner’s ready, so why don’t you come out and eat. I made your favorite, Beijing Fried Rice.”

“Uh…sure. Okay, yeah. Let’s go.” And with that, Shindong and Hankyung made their way back to the dining room.

Dinner passed rather uneventfully, unless you count the usual Donghae catapulting his peas with his spoon at people before Leeteuk threatened to send him to the corner if he didn’t stop. But other than that, it was pretty normal.

But all the while, Hankyung watched Shindong intently as he took a couple bites but then pushed his food around his plate uninterestedly.

‘Huh…that’s strange…’ Hankyung thought to himself.

After dinner, Shindong helped Hankyung clear the table.

“Shindong, do you not feel well or something? Maybe you should just go lie down. I can take care of the rest.”

Shindong looked up from the plates that he was clearing. “What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t eat very much at dinner. And it’s just, you usually eat more, that’s all. So I thought maybe your stomach was bothering you or something,” Hankyung explained.

Again, Shindong forced another smile, “Don’t worry about me, hyung. I just don’t feel that hungry, that’s all.”

Still skeptical, Hankyung just shrugged, “Oh, okay. As long as everything’s alright.”

For the next few days, Hankyung kept a sharp eye on Shindong, particularly at meal times. Each day, Shindong seemed to eat less and less. At every meal’s end, his plate always looked like he had only pushed his food around. Hankyung worried as he watched Shindong lose more and more weight as time went on. And despite how little he was eating, whenever Hankyung asked if Shindong was hungry, Shindong always just shook his head and put on a fake smile.

One morning, Hankyung padded up and down the hall as he rapped lightly on each door and called that it was time to get up.

Groggily, the members eventually dragged themselves to the table for breakfast. Shindong looked around at the empty seats around him.

“Hankyung, where’s everyone else?”

“Oh, they had really early schedules this morning, so I woke them up first. But they’ll just meet us at dance rehearsals later,” Hankyung replied as he placed plates of eggs, bacon, and sausage on the table.

Shindong fidgeted for a moment. “I ummm… I just remembered. One of the manager-hyungs asked me to come in a little bit earlier. He mentioned something about working on choreography… So I guess I should go too.”

Getting up from the table, Shindong was about to head out the door when Hankyung called out, “At least have some breakfast before you leave.”

And yet again, Shindong just shook his head and forced his mouth into a smile and called over his shoulder, “I’m not hungry, that’s all,” before closing the door behind him.

Later that afternoon, after the boys practiced their dance routines what seemed like a hundred times, they all decided it was time for a well deserved break, sprawling themselves all over the studio floor.

Plopping down next to Shindong, Yesung nudged him and asked, “I’m hungry. You wanna grab something to eat with me really quick?”

“Yeah, I’m starving. I didn’t get a chance to eat breakfast this morning because of an early shoot for my drama,” Kibum chimed in from where he was sprawled on his stomach behind Yesung.

Hankyung watched from his place against the wall as Shindong again plastered a smile to his face, “Nah, I’m not hungry.”

Yesung and Kibum looked at each other, throwing a confused glance between them, before turning back to Shindong and raising an eyebrow.

“I’m just still full from breakfast, that’s all,” Shindong explained, smile still pinned to his face.

Shrugging, Kibum and Yesung got up and went off together to go grab a quick snack, some others following behind them.

Hankyung’s brow furrowed as he replayed what Shindong had just said repeatedly in his mind. ‘But…he didn’t eat breakfast this morning…’

After everyone came back and they felt like had rested enough, they started up practice again. From his place behind Shindong, Hankyung began to worry even more as he noticed that his back was more slouched than usual, how he was dragging his feet, and how each movement seemed strained. Shindong, one of their best dancers, always danced with all his energy, every move sharp and precise. This just wasn’t like him.

As he continued watching Shindong, Hankyung felt his stomach drop to his feet when he saw Shindong’s step falter and he collapsed to the ground. Still in shock, Hankyung didn’t even realize he had moved at all until he was kneeling next to Shindong’s fallen form. All the other members froze and crowded Shindong, trying to see what had happened.

Shaking him gently, Hankyung tried to wake up Shindong. “Shindong, wake up. Wake up, please,”

Shindong’s eyes fluttered open, his eyes fighting to focus as he tried to sit up, but Hankyung pushed lightly on his shoulder and made sure he stayed down.

“What happened?” Shindong asked, confusedly.

“You passed out just now. We should get out outside for some fresh air” Hankyung said, standing up and holding a hand out to Shindong.

Taking the offered hand, Shindong walked out of the studio with Hankyung, the other members watching worriedly as their fellow member and friend weakly walked out of the dance studio.

Once outside, Hankyung led Shindong to a nearby bench. As the two sat next to each other, Hankyung pressed a hand to Shindong’s forehead and asked, “Are you feeling okay now? Do you feel sick at all?”

The now familiar fake smile reappeared on Shindong’s face as he shook his head once again, “No, I’m okay now. It must have been something I ate at lunch. That’s all.”

‘That’s it!’ Hankyung thought as he felt something snap inside of him. “That’s not all, Shindong and you know it. Don’t try to pull that crap with me. You didn’t even eat lunch today. And I heard you lie to Yesung and Kibum about eating breakfast too. First you stop eating, then you lie about eating. I mean, look at you! You’re starting to look like a twig, but every time I ask you, you always say you’re not hungry. And now you pass out at practice and you're trying to brush it off like it’s nothing! What’s wrong with you?!”

Shindong fidgeted with his hands, his eyes never leaving his shoes.

“Shindong…” Hankyung said, a little calmer now, “please, tell me what’s wrong. I’m worried sick about you.”

Finally looking up to meet his gaze, Hankyung saw so much pain and sadness in Shindong’s now watering eyes, the tears threatening to spill onto his now thin cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry, hyung. I didn’t mean to make you worried. I-it… it was just…”

Shindong couldn’t hold his tears back any longer, and they began streaming down his cheeks.

“They wouldn’t stop. They just wouldn’t stop saying things about me, about my weight. I know I’m not the most handsome or the most popular in the group, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. The things they were saying were just so harsh a-and...”

Seeing such a down and broken Shindong made Hankyung’s heart hurt. Putting a comforting arm around his shoulder, Hankyung pulled Shindong into a hug.

Latching onto Hankyung, Shindong let it all out, sobbing into the older man’s shoulder while he rubbed soothing circles on his back and whispered small comforts into Shindong’s ear.

When Shindong’s sobs subsided, Hankyung pulled away slightly, just enough so that he could look him in the eyes.

Using his thumb to wipe away what was left of Shindong’s tears, Hankyung said softly, “It doesn’t matter what the anti’s say to you, okay? They’re stupid and they have no lives if they have nothing better to do than make crude comments about an idol they don’t like instead of just finding one they do like.”

Shindong nodded once, “I’m sorry for making you worry, hyung.”

“It’s okay. Just remember, you’re awesome, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. There’re tons of people who love you just the way you are.”

Still feeling a little cynical, Shindong retorted, “Psh. Yeah right. You’re just trying to make me feel better hyung. Name one.”

A soft smile graced Hankyung’s lips. “Me. I love you, Shindong. Just the way you are. I don’t want you to change one bit, ever. I love you for just being you.”

A smile, a real one this time, in fact the first real smile Hankyung has seen in a long time, broke out on Shindong’s face. “Really?”

Hankyung nodded and pulled Shindong into another hug.

As the two slowly walked back towards the dance studio, Shindong leaned over and gave Hankyung a kiss on the cheek.

A little startled, Hankyung instinctively put a hand up to touch the cheek Shindong just kissed. “What was that for?”

Shindong just smiled, “I love you, too. That’s all.”

100 Super Junior Fic Challange

2009-01-11T00:09:37Z

100 Suju Fic Challenge
Started: 01/10/09
Progress: 001/100

001. Freefall, Eeteuk/Kangin
002. Christmas, Heechul/Ryeowook
003. Blindfolds, Hankyung/Yesung
004. Chocolate, Yesung/Shindong
005. Overworked, Ryeowook/Kibum
006. Burn, Heechul/Yesung
007. Dark, Eeteuk/Sungmin
008. Locket, Heechul/Sungmin
009. Coffee, Eunhyuk/Donghae
010. Shiver, Heechul/Heechul
011. Rooftops, Hankyung/Sungmin
012. Chains, Heechul/Kangin
013. Watermelon, Shiwon/Kyuhyun
014. Home, Heechul/Donghae
015. Lick, Heechul/Hankyung
016. Quiet Places, Yesung/Ryeowook
017. Accidents, Ryeowook/Ryeowook
018. Keys, Eeteuk/Shiwon
019. Clocks, Shindong/Eunhyuk
020. Glow, Donghae/Kibum
021. Park Benches, Yesung/Kyuhyun
022. Diamonds, Sungmin/Kibum
023. Tears, Yesung/Shiwon
024. Spotlight, Sungmin/Kyuhyun
025. Smoke, Eeteuk/Shindong
026. Pressure, Eunhyuk/Ryeowook
027. Replacement, Heechul/Kibum
028. Choking, Eeteuk/Ryeowook
029. Sea, Sungmin/Shiwon
030. Warmth, Kangin/Donghae
031. Midnight Walks, Shiwon/Ryeowook
032. Roses, Shindong/Shindong
033. Flirt, Yesung/Kibum
034. Acceptance, Hankyung/Kibum
035. Blind, Heechul/Shiwon
036. Bathroom Tiles, Hankyung/Shiwon
037. Rotation, Hankyung/Kyuhyun
038. "I want you to stay forever.", Eeteuk/Kibum
039. All the People, Hankyung/Donghae
040. Skin, Shindong/Kyuhyun
041. Dance Practice, Shindong/Kibum
042. Suits, Kibum/Kyuhyun
043.Washing Machines, Donghae/Shiwon: Laundry Day
044. Rejection, Eunhyuk/Eunhyuk
045. Smooth, Shindong/Sungmin
046. Stuffed Animals, Kangin/Eunhyuk
047. Stutter, Sungmin/Sunmgin
048. That Girl, Eeteuk/Hankyung
049. "What's the difference?", Hankyung/Hankyung
050. Lost, Heechul/Kyuhyun

051. Aliens, Ryeowook/Kyuhyun
052. Cake, Sungmin/Donghae
053. Puppies, Eeteuk/Heechul
054. Self-Image, Hankyung/Shindong: That's All
055. Shatter, Kangin/Kangin
056. Filth, Donghae/Ryeowook
057. Scales, Donghae/Kyuhyun
058. Lies, Shiwon/Shiwon
059. Calendar, Eeteuk/Eeteuk
060. Humid, Heechul/Eunhyuk
061. Disguises, Yesung/Yesung
062. God, Hankyung/Kangin
063. Video Games, Yesung/Eunhyuk
064. Balance, Kyuhyun/Kyuhyun
065. Grip, Donghae/Donghae
066. Mice, Eeteuk/Donghae
067. Sunrise, Yesung/Sungmin
068. Degradation, Kibum/Kibum
069. Sailing, Kangin/Shiwon
070. Thunderstorm, Kangin/Sungmin
071. Plays (Theatre), Hankyung/Ryeowook
072. Muscles, Kangin/Kibum
073. Milkshakes, Eeteuk/Eunhyuk
074. Flu Season, Shindong/Ryeowook
075. Wrap, Yesung/Donghae
076. Youth, Shindong/Shiwon
077. Pass, Sungmin/Ryeowook
078. Sickness, Kangin/Kyuhyun
079. The Same Old Thing, Eeteuk/Yesung
080. Crackle, Eunhyuk/Shiwon
081. Noise/Noiseless, Kangin/Shindong
082. Evening, Shiwon/Kibum
083. Fever, Hankyung/Eunhyuk
084. Snowflakes, Eunhyuk/Kyuhyun
085. Ache, Shindong/Donghae
086. Violins, Eunhyuk/Kibum
087. Belief, Sungmin/Eunhyuk
088. Numbers, Eeteuk/Kyuhyun
089. "I like your face.", Kangin/Ryeowook
090. Clean, Heechul/Shindong
091. Stars, Yesung/Kangin
092. Gorgeous, WC *
093. Bubble Baths, WC *
094. Makeup, WC *
095. Drowning, WC *
096. "I like you. I like you. I like you.", WC *
097. Glasses, WC *
098. Soothing, WC *
099. Apples, WC *
100. Regrets, WC *