OMG NY, I haven’t talked to you in ages!
And here you go bb~
"Oh, hey, dude!" Henry called that blond guy that dropped his calculator. The blond dude kept on walking, as if he didn’t hear anything. Henry tried again, not really in the mood for a chase, waving the calculator in the air. "Guy with blond hair, woo hoo!" No reaction, the guy kept on walking.
Oh, screw it. A chase it is. Henry jogged up to him, and tapped him on the shoulder. Someone should give him a citizen of the month medal, really, all this hard work just for a guy.
"Hey, dude, your calculator." He handed it to him.
"Dude?" The Blond Guy sound offended. Henry didn’t know why, really. "Dude?”
"Well… yea…" Henry faltered, he didn’t know why Blond Guy was so offended.
"I’m a girl, you moron.” And there was a punch to the gut that had Henry doubling over, more from shock than actual pain. He whimpered as she stepped over him, with her calculator and stomped over to her class.
"First the Ren guy, now this?” He groaned. His gender-radar sucked. Really. Just the other day he thought that Ren guy and that Heechul guy were girls.
But the Blonde Girl is cute though…
I hope that was bearable.
Donghae didn’t think that it would be a big deal to lose small things. They were unimportant, easily replaceable, nothing to stress about. He loses things on a daily basis, from keys to paper clips to small bills. But then he realized that there was pattern. The things he lost wasn’t just small things anymore. It wasn’t just keys anymore. He lost his father’s watch, due to his negligence and forgetfulness. He searched and couldn’t find it. He cried, sobbed would be a better word. He was sick of losing things, especially when it felt like he was slowly losing himself.
Henry, on the other hand were obsessive with his things. His violins were always on one specific corner when it wasn’t being used. He had specific places for his things so that he could know if he lost anything. He had a place to hang his keys, a jar for his change, a DIY pen holder made by Wendy and other designated places for specific things. It wasn’t OCD, Henry had defended. And Donghae agreed because a person with OCD would have a better hygiene. (Oh, God. It was only a few times! I do shower! You should know!)
They were different, but refreshingly so. When Donghae moved in, the things he lost had a tendency to come back, as if by magic. (Hae, it’s not magic when it’s so obvious when it’s me. Magic, Donghae had insisted). He would always find his keys next to Henry’s, hung neatly and it was something constant; he liked it. There’s something unspoken there, something tangible with no specific name, but it spoke volumes. It was as if he had a place where he belonged too. Some place he could come back to when he feels lost. Just like the keys, he could go to Henry and he would find himself all over again.
The management thinks that Zhou Mi is too skinny. He should go to the gym more, eat more. Maybe he can gain some muscles… and some ass while he’s at it, since his is non-existent.
Zhou Mi wilts a little inside. He’s never enough. Too skinny, too tall, too cheerful, his features are too sharp, talks too much. He’ll never be enough, it seems, no matter how much he tries. So he practices harder, goes to the gym more, trying to appease the public.
Hyukjae doesn’t want Zhou Mi to change. Even if Zhou Mi does change, he wants it because Zhou Mi wants to. Not just because somebody else wants him to.
One day, he catches Zhou Mi staring into the mirror, a vulnerable look on his face, doubting and he could hear Zhou Mi muttering criticisms under his breath.
Hyukjae walks up to him, wrapping his arms around Zhou Mi and he tells him how wonderful he looks and fuck everyone else, you’re perfect.
Zhou Mi smiles, and he teared up a little bit as this is the first time in a while he actually feels good about himself. Zhou Mi kisses him. Hyukjae thinks he’s perfect, and fuck everyone else indeed.
lol, you hoar. Okay.
Donghae stands on his tip-toes, cursing the fact that his boyfriend is taller than he is. Henry’s been scribbling something on the same piece of paper for days now and he won’t let Donghae see what it is that he’s writing! It’s quite frustrating, for him. Henry never keeps a secret from him, so why start now?
When Henry realises what Donghae is trying to do, he quickly shoves the paper away and accidentally crumples it in the process. He grins, as if that can make Donghae magically forget about them. “Hey, hyung!” He greets breezily. Donghae squints his eyes at the younger.
"Don’t ‘hey, hyung’ me! What were you writing? Show me!" And nothing in the world can help predict Donghae as he lunges for the object in Henry’s hand. There’s a little bit of wrestling, bordering on a cat-fight.
Donghae, somehow, someway, wins and he holds the crumpled paper up in triumph. “A-ha!”
"Hyung, no." Henry whines but it’s too late as Donghae reads whatever that was written.
Donghae reads and as the words sink in, his smile slowly fades. “Henry… these are lyrics.”
"I don’t get it. You’ve written songs before. Why were you so secretive about this?" Donghae looks down at Henry, brows knit into a frown as he tries to understand why his boyfriend is blushing so hard.
Henry shrugs, trying to feign non-chalance, but it’s too late now. “I was trying to write a song about us.” When he hears that, Donghae rereads the lyrics again and he brightens up.
"It’s perfect." And he kisses Henry.
Henry pressed a kiss to Aiden’s neck, soft and sweet while Aiden shook underneath him. Henry liked this - loved this, watching Aiden trying not to lose control underneath him. Trying not to show how a few kisses didn’t affect him. Henry trailed to his chest and gave a particular slow lick on his nipples and Aiden tried to stop his moan by biting his lip.
Henry will remember this. He will cherish this, because Aiden wants kids and a wife. He wants a typical picture-perfect family that Henry will never be part of. He will go back to South Korea, and will go back to being Donghae, and not his Aiden - his Aiden who loved him, who held him when the stress was too much, his Aiden - and he will be the Donghae that will deny anything ever happened between them, because in Korea, it’s a subject that you should not speak of. It was simply not socially acceptable.
And so Henry kissed Aiden thoroughly, hoping that he could imprint everything about him on his brain, because he didn’t want to forget, ever. Even if Aiden will shed his skin and become Donghae once again, leaving Henry to compare every person he ever met to him.
"You know…" TK said over the phone on one particularly cold night in Korea whilst Henry was tuning his violin. Multitasking was one of Henry’s strong point. "You and Amber are like Justin and Selena."
The Belieber in Henry just whooped. Silently, of course.
"So you mean we’re the awesome talented couple?" He grinned, a little too pleased with himself.
"Nope. I meant that the girl is more masculine than the guy." TK snickered and Henry wished he was in Canada so he could strangle his best friend.
"Fuck you, man. Fuck you."
"You can’t handle this ass."
"Oh, my God, I can’t believe you said that. BYE."
Henry sat up straight, gasping, covered in cold sweat. His nightmare shook him to the core, as flashes of it played in his mind. Amber, who felt the sudden movement woke up and stared at him blearily.
"What’s wrong?" She croaked out, wondering what kind of nightmare made him like this.
"Nightmare." He whimpered out. No kidding, Amber thought.
"What did you dream about?" She asked lazily, she was having a nice dream about food…
"I was a girl," He gasped out, drawing his knees to his chest and started rocking himself. "And I was on my period." The fuck? "And I had the Jung sisters as roommates. And I was dating Heechul. Oh my God, I was making out with Heechul.” He whimpered again, appearing so traumatized. Amber should be sympathetic, seeing her boyfriend act like this, or at least laugh, because it was ridiculous. But it was three in the morning and she couldn’t think.
In the end, she patted his hair and went back to sleep. The last thing she heard before drifting away was, “how do you even put a tampon in?”
She’ll deal with this tomorrow.
"So… Herry-ah." Kyuhyun spoke up, shifting his attention from his favourite historical drama.
Henry, who had been trying to understand what the fuck is going on with that guy and that girl (he thinks they’re having and affair but that can’t be because they look like siblings. Or wait, is that guy even a guy at all?), just said ‘huh?’ as a reply.
"I heard your bloodtype is AB." Kyuhyun said off-handedly, reaching to pour more wine.
"Yeah, hyung? So?" He forgot that Asians are big on blood-types. He didn’t get why but then again there were a lot of things he didn’t get.
"So? So, you better run." Kyuhyun smirked (that smirk that Henry secretly calls PACKEVERYTHINGANDRUN!-smirk) and it didn’t settles well with Henry. But it was too late to ask why because of to things
One, Kyuhyun’s attention went back to the drama. All hope is lost in regaining his attention.
Two, Heechul came in, grinning. “Henli-ah! Wanna hangout with me and Hongki?”
Henry still didn’t understand.
I just found out that Henry’s bloodtype is AB. That amused me.
I don’t know about other Asian countries (excluding S.Korea) but the bloodtype thing is pretty much non-existent in M’sia. /shrugs. If it weren’t for U-kiss Vampire, I wouldn’t know about it.
First time writing Tablo. He’s such a complicated person to write, that’s why I wanted to, I think.
Summary: he felt like exploding.
ps: he’s not married in this one.
Jessica laid her head on Heechul’s shoulder. It should have been uncomfortable, because all she could feel were bones but she was used to it. It was where she belonged. The safest place for her.
She didn’t need protection, she’s a tough one, she knows that. All she needed was a place to come back to, a place she could lay her head, close her eyes and breathe easily.
This, in Heechul’s arms, is her home.
HeeSica is a wonderful OTP. They’re made for each other.
"How the hell do you pronounce that?" Amber frowned, looking at the sign.
Henry tilted his head, because everything is less confusing when you tilt your head (obviously), and started to pronounce it. “Dooooche?”
It only made Amber look at him weirdly.
So that started a continuous attempts to pronounce the name. They looked like retarded twins, standing on a sidewalk, making weird ass noises. ‘Doooche?’
"Okay, so it’s like ‘douche’?" Henry decided, feeling uncomfortable from the stares of passer-bys.
Amber sniggered. “Dude, this is gold.” She took Henry’s phone from the back pocket of his jeans and gave it to Henry. “Let’s take a picture.”
So Henry did. And he, with a smirk, tweeted ‘Douchebag 1’
When Kyuhyun met Zhou Mi for the first time, he thought Zhou Mi was awkward looking. His features were sharp, limbs were too long (Legs. Damn legs) and really, just weird. But then Zhou Mi smiled, a little unsure - hesitant, shy - and it soften his features and Kyuhyun actually though he was ‘pretty’. So he gave Zhou Mi a piece of - what was he eating? He forgot, really - as a peace offering.
Zhou Mi smiled. Kyuhyun’s heart fluttered. He made a mental note to whine about this to Sungmin later.