henrysminihompy (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} henrysminihompy) wrote,@ 2008-04-30 01:18:00 |
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Entry #26 : I know, right.
Chapters : #26
Featuring :Ryeowook, Sungmin, Zhou Mi, Super Junior, Brent Kingston, KyuHyun, Donghae.
Beta-ed/QC-ed/co-MUSE :virginangelic
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I had a pillow in my hands, and I was planning to silence Kim Ryeowook with it.
TOCK. TOCK. TOCK. KRRRRRRRRRRRR…TTTTTTTTTTTACK!!
Now imagine me creeping towards him in the dead of the night, my vision aided by the soft orange glow from the nearby bathroom light – sidestepping all the nonsense thrown all over the floor that spanned between our beds.
TOCK. TOCK.KRRRRRRR… TOCK TACK.
No, that’s not the grandfather clock.
TOCK. TOCK. TOCK. TOCK.
That’s the sound of Super Junior’s eternal magnae’s grinding TEETH.
TOCK.KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
I bet all of you are thinking: Shouldn’t you be used to that bad sleeping habit of his already?
Hey, like everyone else, I swear I believed that I did too.
TOCK.KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
This is what Sunday with Super Junior M was like: (typically) Crazy day, McDonald’s, running around to one live recording to a bajillion other live recordings, sound checks and decent supper (We ate standing up. On a set).
It was already 3 in the morning when we finally arrived - home, sweet home.
So you can understand my exhaustion here right?
I just needed him to sleep quietly so I could sleep peacefully.
Because having enough and >quality sleep nowadays is very, very, very important for the body.
TOCK. TOCK. TOCK. KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. TOCK. TOCK! TACK! TACK!
To distract myself from the noise, I tried going old school and counted pretty sheep.
Then there were no more sheep to count, because in my imaginary farm, there are only 40 of them (Small business. Tough).
So I tried staring at the superbly uninteresting ceiling – but then I started comparing the current pad’s ceiling to my dorm back in Seoul.
I mean, I can’t paste nonsense posters on the ceiling of this mansion SuJuMAN (*Leeteuk laugh*) is staying in – it’s the exact equivalent of putting a noose around my skinny neck or something.
TOCK. KRRRRRR….TOCK. TOCK!
So I tried walking around - and even tried to ‘funky dance’ (meaning flailing around and making it look synchronized by accident with hopes it might turn into good ideas for future choreography) - to get my eyelids to become as heavy as goddamn lead, but I got even more tired in the end instead.
But still not sleepy as Hell!
TOCK. TOCK. TOCK! TACK TACKRRRR…
I love my love fighter sensei, my bullet-proof monk who sits on a fancy fence between 2 warring territories with unlimited popcorn in his hands.
TOCK. TOCK. TOCKTOCKTOCKTOCKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTOCK
But I really, really, really needed to freakin’ sleep, Christ Almighty!
A Donald Duck toy almost broke my toes before I finally stood over the one that was responsible for my insomnia right then – the irritating gnawing of his teeth sending out echoes all of a sudden, the more I was closer to him.
Reaching out to nudge him a bit, I narrowed my eyes maliciously at his jaw.
“Ryeowook-sshi?”
TOCK. KRRRRRR….TOCK. TOCK!
“Hyung ah!” I whispered louder into his ear, shaking him a little more.
TOCK.KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
Drop a damn nuclear bomb on his head, and I can bet you to Hell he wouldn’t even stir.
So I placed the pillow over his face.
World, please anticipate tomorrow’s headlines: Promising young star Henry Lau attempts to smother own SJM group member in his sleep.
Kidding, kidding!
I wouldn’t hurt a damn fly even if you break my favourite violin into pieces.
Okay, I might get extremely nasty at you for doing something incorrigibly insane like that (I mean, how COULD you?) – but I still wouldn’t hurt an innocent bug.
*Leeteuk laugh*
Anyway.
With the pillow over his face, Ryeowook suddenly – and miraculously - became silent.
My eyebrows jerked upwards at that, pleasantly surprised that something potentially dangerous as that was actually working to bring back the peace I was desperate for.
Happy, I lifted the pillow off him and started for my bed – when yup, you guessed it.
TOCK...KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
So I put the pillow back on his face.
Silence.
Then I removed it.
TOCK.KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
Amused, I placed the pillow over the sharp of his cheekbones again.
Silence.
Then I removed it again.
TOCK.KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
Seriously, this guy!
In the end, I decided to leave the damn thing on him – and trudged back to my bed in the room across (yes, unbelievably there’s still space for an already small room to be divided into 2. How amazing is this new pad? It’s da bomb), chortling to myself at Ryeowook’s odd behaviour.
I was climbing over the mattress, successful in being a contented ninja and all when…
KNOCK .KNOCK. KNOCK!
I swivelled around to the door, letting out a silent curse through a hiss so stinging sharp I could have fried my crazy gums or something.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Dragging my feet towards it, I wondered if it was manager hyung – he’s always leaving his important things around our rooms since he walks in and out of them like the crazy cyclone he is.
He could at least be courteous about it though - and come back later or something!
Somehow I had the feeling that I would be slamming the damn door into faces if it wasn’t going to be him - because that was how badly I needed rest.
Bah.
I swung open the door.
“Boo!”
And my jaw dropped to the ground.
“SUNGMIN?”
“Hi,” he smiled, totally overlooking the fact that I was getting a flippin’ seizure attack from my surprise at his sudden materialization in front of me right then.
In China.
I mean…following the grand Way of thy dork god Yeh Sung, much!?
This had to be a dream. It had to be a dream.
Well no, of course it wasn’t like I wanted it to be a dream or anything – but Hell, it had to be a freakin’ dream, right?
Grabbing his wrist, I was about to pull him inside before the crazy cyclone finds out about another sneaky Super Junior member’s romantic international escapade when I realized that he was in a bathrobe.
Grabbing my hands, entwining our fingers together, Sungmin then smoothly glided into my room - his beautiful, beautiful, beautiful smile stretched a little wider when he shut the door close behind him with a gentle kick of his heel.
Suddenly, he whispered, “Wo ai ni.”
Just so you know, my heart kind of stopped for a second here – and it wasn’t from the initial shock, I can swear on anything for that.
My lips fumbled with things to say all of a sudden. “Su…Sungminnie ah-”
Sungmin tilted his head - seemingly amused at my starting to turn a little red on the face when he said the words in a mocking manner.
He took another step towards me and pressed our chests together.
And no, I didn’t think he was wearing anything under the soft wool robe he had on.
Then he said, “Ngoh oi ley.”
And I was thinking:Hey! That’s Cantonese!
And hey, this sounds very familiar…
Then a strange thing happened.
I dropped my eyes from his intensifying gaze, and took a step backwards.
No, I wasn’t sure exactly why.
Sungmin’s smile faded a little when I did that. “Henli ah?”
“Yes?”
His arms slipped around my waist, trying to stop me from moving anywhere.
“I love you.”
And I took another step backwards.
Boy. I swear no, I was still not sure exactly why.
Sungmin’s features started to darken like storm clouds when I kept moving away from his hold.
He floated towards me again as he studied my current reaction to his persistent advances.
“Henli.”
The warmth of his palms cradled my face, capturing my eyes in his demanding stare once more when I didn’t answer him.
Then he said, “nomu saranghaeyo.”
The back of my knees hit the wooden edge of my bed - and my mouth was still so tight, so dry.
And Sungmin swept his soft, soft, soft lips from the base of my gulping throat to my chin.
So wistful, as if longing...
... and turning dangerously desirous.
Damn.
“Sungminnie,” I murmured, still holding him back a little. “Ryeowook…hyung’s just next door.”
“Don't really care,” he sang playfully, his feverish kisses punching harder into my neck now.
Damn.
"Tell me that you love me too, Henli-sshi..."
Damn, Jesus!
"...And you can have me any way you want."
Damn, damn, damn!
“Wait…”
Stupidly, I took yet another step backwards – and stumbled over my back, falling clumsily into the plush of my sleeping area.
And that was when the resident sunshine Zhou Mi jumped up - and freakin’ slapped me.
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“Ow!”
Luckily, I managed to quickly scramble off him before his spastic hands could injure the rest of my body.
Zhou Mi, with his fingers squeezing the bridge of his nose sat up and turned on his table lamp just to give me a stare so murderous he could have blasted me into nothing.
“What’s the matter with you?” He snapped irritably, keeling over his knees in a pained stance.
Picture me turning round and round and round at the foot of his huge bed – looking for Lee Sungmin in my stupid confusion before it struck me that everything was, in fact, a dream.
A HiDef dream with a HiDef Sungmin in nothing but a robe.
Mmmmhmmmm. I like.
Because after a year of living with touch-screen everything and plasma TVs in Korea, I’ve turned to what Brent would call a ‘shameless HD whore’.
*LeeTeuk laugh*
Right, yes. Where was I again?
“Sorry!” I finally squeaked, coming to Zhou Mi’s aid when I snapped out of it. “Are you alright?”
“Ow…You broke my nose,” he hissed, throwing his head back for the ceiling. “Is it bleeding?”
“No, it’s not broken or bleeding,” I said, shaking my head in confirmation. “I’m so sorry, Zhou!”
“One day, if a host is to ask ‘who has the worst sleeping habit?’ I’m going to say it’s you!” He threatened with a great, annoyed roll of his eyes at me.
I frowned. “What me? Ryeowook hyung’s the one with the noisy teeth!”
“But he’s not violent,” Zhou Mi huffed, still restructuring his nose with his hands.
What a drama king!
“I think that’s why we're sleeping in singles. You kick box people when you sleep, do you know that!”
Wei, wei, wei!
I so do not!
Okay, fine. Maybe sometimes I do.
Because I have a really high metabolism you see – and I don’t usually get maxed out that easily, even when I’m halfway between the gutter and the stars, lost in La-La-Land frolicking with a Lee Sungmin who has nothing but a silly bathrobe on.
Exactly. Can you really blame someone for that?
I mean, would you blame Wolverine for having crazy adamantium claws in his hands? Huh?
Huh?
No, I don’t think so!
But Sungmin in nothing but a robe.
Mmmmhmmmm. I like.
Err…Where was I again?
Yawning a little, Zhou Mi then took a look at the time on the digital clock next to him.
“What the hell are you doing jumping around like a monkey at this hour?”
Wait. So did I try to murder Ryeowook earlier…or was that a dream too?
“I was jumping around?”
“Well, you jumped on me,” he deadpanned, giving me a bemused look to tell me that I’d better stop clowning around or...else. I guess.
I gave him a genuine shrug of my shoulders. “I…don’t know? Maybe I was sleepwalking.”
“Do you always blame it on that?” he sighed, suddenly in the mood to argue with me right then.
“Zhou ah…Is Ryeowook hyung in the next room?”
“No,” Zhou Mi blinked, but in that I’m-still-not-tickled manner.
“In case you forgot, in this one biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
I seriously wasn't expecting such a detailed explanation at this ungodly hour, too – but that’s just Zhou Mi. He would really use about a quantumabajigillion adjectives just to tell you something good about an apple.
Anyway, so it was a dream then. “Oh, yeah. You’re right.”
“Great, now I only have two hours before we all have to wake up for the day’s work. Thanks, Hennie ah!”
“Wei, at least you can go back to sleep,” I grumbled, shuffling my feet when I started out. “I can’t!”
“Just close your eyes and count sheep or something!”
“I only have forty of them. They’re going to run out very, very, very soon. Don’t have anything else then.”
“Then take mine,” Zhou Mi said, laughing at my being literal in my answer. “I have one thousand.”
“What kind of sheep are they?”
“From the mountains…So they are mountain sheep? They have thick, curly wool and big, curly horns.”
“Do you name them?”
"What? Name them?"
I must have looked a little too serious right then.
"Har! You're violent and crazy!"
"So do you give them names or not?"
"I managed to name only 50 of them, and then SuJu M happened so I have no time,” he continued, playing along with my nonsense right then despite wanting to strangle me just a few seconds ago.
“Do you name yours?”
“No.”
“You should. It’s fun. You can start naming the new members in your farm now.”
“So I can name the rest however I want?”
“You can rename mine, I don’t care. They’re yours now anyway. Hwaiting!”
I grinned, actually happy about it. “Thanks. See you in the morning!”
“Wei.”
I stopped at the mouth of the door that separated our sleeping areas, turning back to Zhou.
He sighed, “Is there anything you want to get off your chest, Hennie ah?”
Sungmin in nothing but a robe.
Mmmmhmmmm.
How about helping me getting that HiDef of a mental picture out of my head?
“No,” I decided to say in the end, shaking my head. “Sorry I hurt you when you’re sleeping.”
“You sure?”
“Very sorry.”
“No, idiot. I mean are you okay? You’re not still sore over losing your favourite little toy, are you?”
He was talking about my lanyard with a smiley plush ball the guys from a variety TV show nicked from the hotel room a few days back – I ended up giving it away to a fan, which did not greatly saddened me.
“No! I'm fine with that."
“Okay then have fun with your new farm friends. And lock the door after you go out, I don’t want you to come in and break my nose again – then blame sleepwalking.”
“Again? But your nose is not broken, Zhou Mi ah!”
“One hour and fifty minutes left. Now…OUT!”
Sheesh. Zhou Mi can be all cool and suave and just like Shiwon (like father, like son) when in public and all that – but he can really be the greatest pushover when we’re off the screen, I kid you not.
Right! It was time to name my new buddies – and make them jump over the fence so I would fall asleep!
I rounded the first 14 of them, and conveniently named them after Super Junior members.
I was about to choose between Ryeowook and Leeteuk for this particular one with the crazy tall hoofs when Kangin went on an impatient rage – and started butting the rest in his unhappy rampage.
Now imagine me, Henry Lau the imaginary madman shepherd trying to take control of the rising chaos - with Super Junior M.
Super Junior Mountain.
*Leeteuk laugh*
Anyway, back to the chaos!
Now imagine me, the madman shepherd, running around with a stick: swinging madly at nothing in particular and unable to hit any of them with it because I'm a nice guy like that.
Yah! Kangin-sshi! No pushing. You go back at the end of the line! No, don’t bite Donghae’s tail!
Hey! Heechul-sshi…you need to JUMP over it, not go under it. What? You’d rather sweat in a mall?
Here’s a newsflash, hyung ah: SHEEP DON’T GO TO SHOPPING MALLS!
Donghae-sshi! Why did you kick Eunhyuk-sshi into the water! He can’t swim!
You! What’s your name? You don’t have a name?
Tablo?
But Tablo’s not a Super Junior member!
Christ. How did Zhou Mi manage this bunch of loons!?
Over the fence, Yeh Sung was cracking jokes with Shiwon and Kibum.
"Three little lambs went into the Bermuda Triangle," he started, mouth full of grass.
It's rather useless to ask him why the animals did that, I know.
"The first one came out from the other side - and turned crazy."
Kind of like Kangin right then - Donghae was starting to cry!
"...The second one came out - and turned suicidal."
Kibum blinked and Shiwon's eyes rounded dramatically - but they were too polite to interrupt.
Next to where we were gathered, stuck between the wooden planks was Shindong – and scrawny EunHyuk was not much of a help with the horn pulling.
Yeh Sung continued, "After seeing all his friends like that, the third lamb turned...?"
"Into a woman?" Kibum answered, looking into it very seriously.
"Nope."
Shiwon narrowed his eyes in his thinking. "Turned...religious?"
"Can you say something that doesn't relate to God or religion, Wonnie ah! Henli-sshi?"
Okay. I admit I was curious too. "The third lamb turned...into a cow?"
"No!" Yeh Sung huffed excitedly, stomping his tiny hoofs on the ground.
"After seeing his friends like that, the third lamb decided to not go into the Bermuda - so he turned...around."
*Leeteuk laugh*
"I'm going to go over there and tickle myself," Kibum sighed flatly while a much nicer Shiwon offered his considerate laughter.
Way over at the back, Kangin was starting to believe that he was in fact, a bull.
Maybe Super Junior Mountain was a terrible idea after all.
Groaning in my frustration, I finally snatched my Samsung from the side table angrily – and obviously, speed-dialled for help.
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DAMAGE CONTROL! DAMAGE CONTROL!
PLEASE RESPOND!
“Kingston!”
Now imagine me huffing into my cell, while shaking an angry fist at a bunch of invisible farm animals going out of control.
“Henry? HE-L-A-HE-M-A-TH-W-O-RKKKKKK-RAAAK!”
Brent’s voice cracked a bit over the reception, so I got up and went to the window of my room.
It actually sounds funny when you read through the typing, doesn’t it?
Random. Anyway!
“Kingston!”
“What?”
“Heechul doesn’t want to jump. And Tablo wants to join SuJu. What am I supposed to do? The ELFs are going to go nuts again!”
“What the hell are you going about?” Brent cried out - and I could hear something crashing behind him shortly after that.
“I NEED TO SLEEP, BRENT – AND THE SHEEPS ARE NOT HELPING ME!”
“Sheeps?” He deadpanned, gradually becoming clearer when I pushed aside the curtains and stuck my head out into the chilly silence of the morning outside.
“The plural of sheep is sheep, Henry. Have you already forgotten your English?”
Something exploded in his background, disrupting our connection for a few seconds or so.
I blinked at the inky darkness I was looking at. “Dude, are you at war?”
“No I’m at work! And it’s not much of a war. It’s more like Alcatraz…with air-con.”
I laughed so hard I swear I heard someone yelling at me – and it didn’t sound pleasant at all.
“It’s been a while! How’s life?” I asked him, pushing my hair from my face.
“Work sucks. Do you know what I do everyday? I sit in the office and count a million circles and squares and trapeziums on maps the size of Florida! And that’s only ONE project!”
“Seriously, like what exactly do you do in your job? Are you a counter?”
“I don’t know, man. I don’t know. All I know is that I’ve 5 more months to Uni. I can’t wait to start schooling again – and I know you don’t expect me to say that at all.”
I seriously miss normal life drama. I mean, at least most things makes a Hell lot more sense!
Something exploded again, and I quickly asked, “Is this a bad time, man?”
“No, no it’s the perfect time. The renovation's been going on for weeks now, Jesus!” Brent shouted over something that sounded like metals colliding.
“I’m outta here, done for the day – the Kingston policy is simple: I come to work on time, I leave work on time. HELLO WEEKEND!”
“Oh. What’s a weekend? I don’t understand what that means.”
“Ah,” Brent laughed. He would have messed up my hair for that if I was next to him.
“You know you love your current lifestyle regardless of anything, dork.”
“I can’t complain, really. It’s been awesome!"
What are the odds that I’ve become not so creative with my choice of words nowadays?
“Duh? I saw the place you’re staying on one of the Chinese video sites. That’s sick, man!”
“But the only thing I’m familiar with is just our rooms – and my bed.”
“You mean you never tried the sauna and all that before?”
“Not yet…I don’t think I’ve time to breathe properly even – except now. So go figure.”
“But hey look, we’re finally talking without one of us having to hang up to rush off to somewhere! What time is it over there anyway?”
“Fifteen minutes past three in the morning. I’m going to cherish this rare moment with you.”
“Shouldn’t you sleep or something? Idols can’t afford to look horrible, Henry.”
“Screw it. I can’t sleep anymore and I’ve to wake up in the next hour or so anyway.”
“What’s next day like?”
“Crazy. Topic change, please. How’s everyone back at home?”
“Okay, okay. It’s Toronto man. Oh, but it’s already summer over here! The leaves are pretty!”
Every summer, Brent and I would bike around places and terrorise beaten paths through woods and ninja mud hills until we had to wash ourselves outside of the house once.
Ah, I cry for Toronto. “That sounds so gay, man.”
“Hah! Says the one with the pretty boyfriend.”
“He’s not pretty,” I argued. “He’s gorgeous. Hey Kingston! Did ya order my album yet?”
“Of course I did. And guess what? So did the choir, band and track team.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“And the neighbours, too. Okay, I’ll say half of Canada did – Clint is running the campaign, by the way. Taking down orders, and stuff like that.”
“Clint! Really?” My eyes bulged a little, chortling at my brother’s antic.
Bill Clinton Lau – my unofficial campaign manager, presidential candidate at work.
“Yup – because we love you babe and we’re never gonna stop~ life couldn’t get better~ HEY! Okay I’m in public right now.”
“That’s so freakin’ cool! Wait. Jonas too?”
“He shocked the entire world, yes he did.”
In case you’re wondering, Jonas Chan is this guy at school who always liked to poke me into taking him on in some crazy piano battle once in while – because he wasn’t happy being Wong Lee Hom#3 (I’m #2. Booya!).
Anyway. I felt like brawling all of a sudden – I really wanted to fly back home and smother everyone in a massive group hug or something and was this close to doing an international escapade of my own.
“And there was a damn debate too, about the album releases. It was nuts!”
“Debate?”
‘YesAsia or DVDHeaven?’ and ‘I want a poster but how can a poster cost ten dollars’ and ‘Damn, there’s a Korean version of the album’. That Lee Soo Man sure knows how to give people a goddamn headache!”
Well…What can I say about that?
In any case - My boss, my hero!
“He’s going to release a repackaged album with a DVD, isn’t he?”
“I’m not supposed to say.”
“You’re not supposed to say or you don’t know?”
I chuckled. “The latter. I really don’t know - I just follow the ShiHan around nowadays.”
“Boy. Jenny’s going to go into her ‘That money-sucking bastard!’ phase again…Not pretty!”
“Oh, Jenny Topher.”
“Yeah. She’s pretty hardcore about supporting SJM – because she was your first admirer.”
“Admirer? She used to follow me around everywhere and push me into walls when we were kids!” I corrected him, not finding that funny at all.
“And she’s a boxer now,” Brent mused. "Muay Thai."
“What a shocker!"
“I think if she gets her hands on Soo Man, she’ll really punch him you know.”
“For?”
“’THAT MONEY SUCKING BASTARD!’”
I tried my best to not howl like a suicidal madman.
“And what are you rambling on about earlier? Sheep? Tablo is a sheep?”
“No, I couldn’t sleep – so I tried counting them. I had forty so Zhou Mi gave his to me. All one thousand of them - And they’re all lunatics.”
“Okay….This is a Sungmin-related issue, on the long run. Right?”
The psychic bastard. “How’d you figure that one out?”
“You’re talking about importing invisible sheep from your own group member and one of them is called Tablo. If this has nothing to do with Sungmin, then I don’t know what’s wrong with you.”
Oh, right. I’m so silly I actually kill myself.
So I asked, “What are the three words that send shivers down your spine - in a bad way?”
‘When my mom says ‘We need to talk, son’?”
“That’s five words, Brent.”
“I don’t have any more brain neurons to count,” Brent replied flatly. “What did he say?”
“Ngoh oi ley,” I said, switching to Cantonese for the Hell of it.
I wondered if we got disconnected when Brent’s side went completely silent for a while.
“You know what that is, right?”
“Yeah. So? What did you say to that? Did you say anything?”
“Uhm…Well, I kind of freaked out a little. So I answered…’Me too’?”
“What? Henry!” Brent sputtered, as if a fly just flew into his throat and choked him.
“You said ‘me too’?”
I frowned at the giant palm tree towering nearby. “I said something stupid, didn’t I?”
“That’s not stupid,” Brent replied, but I could hear him hiding his laughing fit inside his belly.
“It’s not?”
“No way in Hell it is, man."
Oh, I know what was coming next. "But?"
"But you really shouldn’t have answered him with that, Henry!”
Suddenly, Brent burst laughing – not a normal laugh, but the great, hearty *Leeteuk laugh*.
Yes, Canada is officially taken by the typhoon influence - Super Junior's chameleon Leader.
Anyway, call me a ditz but I seriously did not get what Brent was going at right then.
“It’s more or less saying ‘I love you too’ isn’t it?”
“No. It’s a whole new different meaning altogether, dork.”
“So what does it mean then?”
“Oh Henry, Henry, Henry!”
“What, what, what?”
"You're kidding me. You mean you don't get it? He's in love with you!"
"Yes, so?"
"Love!"
"Yes."
"LOVE, Henry! LOVE!”
"Brent!"
"So what? You're telling me you feel the same way for him too?"
Something clawed against the walls of my throat when I sighed out, "Uhhhhhh-huh."
"So you don't think that this is a little too serious for a guy like you?”
“What the hell? Hey you had a different opinion the last time, gay pompoms guy!”
“See? This is exactly why I’m changing my mind right now!”
“What exactly is it?”
Brent snorted.
“You have an imaginary farm in your head, Henry. How old are you exactly? Twelve?”
Well.
At least he doesn’t think I’m bloody eight years old.
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Nowadays, the only time Cho KyuHyun gets overly excited is when we enter any eating house.
“FUWUYUER!”
He really lights up like those crazy neon lights they have in those clubbing districts that our Mercedes will drive past whenever we get back really late from work.
In emoticon language, he transforms from this: (= __ =) to (^__^) when it’s not McDonald’s.
“FUWUYUERRRRRRRRRR!”
Everyone, I’d like you to meet Super Junior’s ‘Little 13’ KyuHyun – the vocally-blessed Korean youth who until recently, developed an overly excited habit with calling waiters over to our tables in his oh-so-Beijing man accent.
It’s supposedly ‘fuwuyuan’ by the way, but of course KyuHyun doesn’t care at all.
“FUWUYUER!”
And to think he actually learnt that not from Han Geng or Zhou Mi or (definitely not) I – but from a random Chinese person who was sitting in the table next to us the other day.
I bet he didn’t even know how it was spelt in Pinyin but yet he went ahead with waving for service anyway.
“Hyung!” Donghae elbowed him, his face reddening with embarrassment. “Stop it!”
“What?” KyuHyun asked, turning to Donghae with his hand still waving in the air.
“Don’t call the waiter over! Not yet!”
“Why not? I’m very hungry! FUWU--”
Frantically shaking his head at a young man who was walking over with a notepad in his hand, Donghae then grabbed KyuHyun’s arm jerked it downwards.
“Han Kyung-sshi and Zhou Mi aren’t here yet, we should wait for them. We don’t know how to order in Chinese!”
KyuHyun gave the shorter one a kind of look that I don’t think anyone would be able to figure out just what he was trying to look like right then.
“We can just point at pictures that look good here,” he muttered sarcastically, not amused.
“We’re in a restaurant. Wouldn’t be better if we can eat what’s recommended, hyung ah?”
“Fine,” the taller one conceded, putting his arm down. “When are they joining us?”
“In a while,” Donghae answered, trying to hide his face under his hair. “Let’s just wait for them!”
KyuHyun smirked in his disagreement to that, as if ridiculed.
Then he turned to me.
“Henli-sshi.”
Imagine me sitting across them, actually trying so hard to learn certain words on the menu right then because I swear on anything that I studied them before – until he interrupted me.
And he asked, “What’s good from all that staring that you’re doing to the menu?”
I blinked at him, before going back to blinking at the list of things on the list in front of me.
“Err,” I started, squinting a little at this particular name. “Says here…steamed…stuffed…bun.”
Donghae didn’t look convinced. “What’s it stuffed with?”
“Uh…Ginger…peanut…pork sausage…sca…sca…Scallops?”
“Pork and scallops?” Donghae blurted, his features scrunching. “Funny combination, isn’t it?”
I swear I was starting to sweat from this. “No, no. Sca…Something.”
“Tsk, tsk. How are you Chinese again?” KyuHyun said; raising an eyebrow high at my struggling before looking at the same picture I was raking my clogged brains to read its name.
I didn’t feel like arguing with the fact I’m rather whitewashed from being a Canadian all my life.
“Scallions,” he finally spoke after a few seconds of thoughtful silence.
“That’s scallions, Henli ah. Not scallops.”
How the hell he knew that, I didn’t ask but I was pretty impressed.
“Oh,” I said, nodding to the queer education from a person who only knew how to say ‘I don’t know how to speak Mandarin’ in the most fluent pronunciation.
I mean, it’s not like you come across ‘scallion’ in every day conversations or anything – but yeah, he knew what it was so that’s that.
“I think I need to go to the bathroom,” Donghae suddenly said, pulling his cap lower down his face.
That’s adorable. He thinks?
“You’re excused, hyung ah.”
You can see the role reversal here: Donghae the eternal child, and KyuHyun the eternal blah.
Anyway, he left the table, leaving KyuHyun and I looking to each other - and I started to wonder just when the hell the rest were going to appear and fill up the stretching silence that fell splat into the already uncomfortable space between us.
I was deciding to whether or not I should excuse myself to the bathroom as well – just to get the creeps out of my skin when his black, black, black eyes glazed over me for a moment - when KyuHyun’s arm suddenly shot up.
Then he called out, “FUWUYUER!”
Seriously, this guy!
The young man who had noticed our retarded behaviour since the second we entered this grand restaurant attended to KyuHyun before I could tell him to ignore the guy and only come over when everyone arrives later.
In his funny Mandarin, KyuHyun’s casually went, “Excuse me, but what’s your name?”
“I’m Zhang Wei,” the waiter replied, pointing to the tag on his black vest.
“Hello Mister Zhang. I’m Kui Xian. Nice to meet you!”
“Oh!” Zhang Wei looked at me for a second, pleasantly surprised. “Nice to meet you too!”
And amicably, KyuHyun stuck out his hand for a shake.
“Can you speak Korean?”
“Uh…No, sir. Can you speak Mandarin?”
“I can’t speak Mandarin.”
And he said that in Mandarin. He killed me, Christ.
Hearing that, the waiter turned to me - not noticing my rising discomfort at the language usage.
I began to wonder if Donghae drowned in the gents or anything – he sure was taking a long time!
Hey. Could he be hiding in there?!
“Are you ready to order now?” Zhang Wei asked, smiling a megawatt polite smile and all.
“What did he say?” KyuHyun asked in Korean when I was trying to process the waiter’s words without looking so obvious that I was doing that.
So I made a wild guess. You can call it last resort if you want.
“I think he’s asking what you want to order.”
Zhang Wei’s eyebrows twitched a little when I replied in Korean to KyuHyun.
“Mandarin? Can you speak?”
“A little,” I answered him in Chinese, flushing red in the end. “My Mandarin is not very good.”
“English?”
There was a glimmer of hope all of a sudden when he suggested that. “Yes, English!”
Then the young worker bit his lip.
“I don’t speak English.”
Oh. Very funny, Zhang Wei.
I gave KyuHyun a pleading look. “Hyung ah, can we just wait for the rest to arrive?”
“They’re going to take ages,” was KyuHyun’s monotonous answer.
“And I’m starving! I want the stuffed bun. Please order a plate for me, Henli-sshi.”
Okay. That was easy to say – so I told the waiter his order in my not so smashing Mandarin.
Zhang Wei started to scribble madly on his notepad.
“Make that two,” KyuHyun then said, changing his mind at the last minute. “Sorry.”
The waiter cancelled that, and scribbled again.
Then KyuHyun asked, “Ask him if there’s any other filling other than pork?”
So I asked the waiter that – and he said shrimp and eggs, and black beans.
Then KyuHyun went, “Oh, alright. Can you ask him which one is nicer?”
Zhang Wei’s answer was as long and as twisted as the damn vines on a godforsaken tree.
“He said everything’s nice,” I answered in summary, miserably defeated in the end.
And KyuHyun said, “Then I’d like to mix and match different buns. Is that okay?”
I felt like jumping up and yelling: YAH! KYUHYUN AH!
Do you think we’re in a bloody clothing store or something!?
Korean – Chinese – Korean – Chinese!
Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone in this whole wide world can speak ENGLISH?!
Struggling, I started tripping all over my words when trying to ask the waiter just that.
Yes, he said – and you don’t know how freakin’ happy I was to hear such a simple answer.
“Good. I’d like to bring some back to the house for later,” KyuHyun said, pleased.
“But for now, I’d like to order 3 shrimp, 3 pork and 3 black beans – and tell him to go less on the scallions for the pork, and no eggs for the shrimp. I don’t like them much.”
Oh, my brains!
The waiter scribbled more words, still smiling and all because customers are always right.
“Thank you,” KyuHyun said to the waiter before he went off with the order (probably relieved as Hell), before nodding at me.
I swear that Lee Donghae was hiding somewhere – giggling at my brains being toasted and all.
As for the two of us, we were settling for the uneasy silence when I suddenly sat up straighter, and broke the solidifying iciness.
“Hyung ah?” I asked, and the dead black of his eyes locked into mine immediately.
Then I went, “Do you hate me?”
Reaching for his water, KyuHyun didn’t react much at the apparent bluntness of my curiosity.
“Hate you?” He repeated for the second time – as if he didn’t understand me at all.
“Yes. Because of…You know.”
“Sungminnie?”
“I don’t want us to be enemies or anything,” I continued in my randomness when the towering ego’s features remained unreadable to my study.
What I totally did not expect was KyuHyun to smile at me right then – a real, genuine smile that didn’t have any traces of possible crazy fangs coming out of his mouth or anything.
Then he sighed, “Look, I’ve long decided to let that go, Henli ah.”
My heart beat, it was traveling even faster than a speeding bullet train upon hearing that.
“Sungminnie was happy with me and I really didn’t want that to change…”
I mean, this is the DraKyuHyun-sshi we’re talking about – if he’s not sadistically sarcastic, I don’t know what else to describe him as.
“…But he seems to be a lot happier when he’s with you. And I realize that I can’t change that.”
Jesus. He was seriously killing me again here.
But despite my explosive pulse, I gave him the benefit of my doubt for some reason.
So I said, “I really hope we can be friends again, KyuHyun hyung ah.”
KyuHyun’s black, black, black eyes bore deeper into mine – reaching into the passageways of my mind with an aura as chilly as the ice cold water that was served on the table.
His hand reached out, and rested gently on my shoulder.
“No worries,” he said warmly, drawling a little in his speech.
"We’ve always been friends, Henli."
KyuHyun’s smile didn’t stretch any wider when he went back to the menu, flipping to the main course page without as much as saying anything else after that.
Despite feeling relieved, I found myself waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
For what, I didn’t know, exactly.
All I know is that…somehow all this still feels a little creepy.
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Entry #1 : I started blabbering (a Henry Lau P.O.V)
Entry #2 : I started blabbering, again.
Entry #3 : I started seeing things.
Entry #4 : I started panicking
Entry #5 : I started conversing
Entry #6 : Blame lethargy
Entry #7 : Reaaaaaaaaally
Entry #8 : "Oppa"
Entry #9 : Sunday
Entry #10 : Love Ache-tually
Entry #11 : The big bad cat's away!
Entry #12 : TPL - Talk, Plot, Love
Entry #13 : Hallelujah, probably
Entry #14 : Cluck!
Entry #15 : The Remedy
Entry #16 : Annoying-hasaeyo!
Entry #17 : Ouch.
Entry #18 : The Dongsaeng strikes back
Entry #19 : This is the potential break up post
Entry #20 : Just believe in oppa!
Entry #21 : Wannabe MY boyfriend
Entry #22 : The thing about LOVE is...
Entry #23 : I, Lover Ninja!
Entry #24 : Dorks, much?
Entry #25 : Khekhekhe
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A pretty long one, I hope you enjoy it as usual! XD
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Everyone's favorite : The HenWook
The RyeoMi
The DongRy
Still taller than Donghae - and he's in lifts.
The KyuMi
The ShiRy
This is what the ShiHan divorce settlement and child custody battle looks like.
ROFLMAO @ Henry's cheeks - and Donghae looks like he's about to choke. O.O
Jumped higher than Donghae!
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WARNING : TURN DOWN YOUR VOLUME BEFORE STREAMING. INSANE FANGIRLS ALERT!
And the ShiRy kills me :
Sorry if your page is going to stretch because of this. XD
Chapters : #26
Featuring :Ryeowook, Sungmin, Zhou Mi, Super Junior, Brent Kingston, KyuHyun, Donghae.
Beta-ed/QC-ed/co-MUSE :
virginangelic I had a pillow in my hands, and I was planning to silence Kim Ryeowook with it.
TOCK. TOCK. TOCK. KRRRRRRRRRRRR…TTTTTTTTTTTACK!!
Now imagine me creeping towards him in the dead of the night, my vision aided by the soft orange glow from the nearby bathroom light – sidestepping all the nonsense thrown all over the floor that spanned between our beds.
TOCK. TOCK.KRRRRRRR… TOCK TACK.
No, that’s not the grandfather clock.
TOCK. TOCK. TOCK. TOCK.
That’s the sound of Super Junior’s eternal magnae’s grinding TEETH.
TOCK.KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
I bet all of you are thinking: Shouldn’t you be used to that bad sleeping habit of his already?
Hey, like everyone else, I swear I believed that I did too.
TOCK.KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
This is what Sunday with Super Junior M was like: (typically) Crazy day, McDonald’s, running around to one live recording to a bajillion other live recordings, sound checks and decent supper (We ate standing up. On a set).
It was already 3 in the morning when we finally arrived - home, sweet home.
So you can understand my exhaustion here right?
I just needed him to sleep quietly so I could sleep peacefully.
Because having enough and >quality sleep nowadays is very, very, very important for the body.
TOCK. TOCK. TOCK. KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. TOCK. TOCK! TACK! TACK!
To distract myself from the noise, I tried going old school and counted pretty sheep.
Then there were no more sheep to count, because in my imaginary farm, there are only 40 of them (Small business. Tough).
So I tried staring at the superbly uninteresting ceiling – but then I started comparing the current pad’s ceiling to my dorm back in Seoul.
I mean, I can’t paste nonsense posters on the ceiling of this mansion SuJuMAN (*Leeteuk laugh*) is staying in – it’s the exact equivalent of putting a noose around my skinny neck or something.
TOCK. KRRRRRR….TOCK. TOCK!
So I tried walking around - and even tried to ‘funky dance’ (meaning flailing around and making it look synchronized by accident with hopes it might turn into good ideas for future choreography) - to get my eyelids to become as heavy as goddamn lead, but I got even more tired in the end instead.
But still not sleepy as Hell!
TOCK. TOCK. TOCK! TACK TACKRRRR…
I love my love fighter sensei, my bullet-proof monk who sits on a fancy fence between 2 warring territories with unlimited popcorn in his hands.
TOCK. TOCK. TOCKTOCKTOCKTOCKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTOCK
But I really, really, really needed to freakin’ sleep, Christ Almighty!
A Donald Duck toy almost broke my toes before I finally stood over the one that was responsible for my insomnia right then – the irritating gnawing of his teeth sending out echoes all of a sudden, the more I was closer to him.
Reaching out to nudge him a bit, I narrowed my eyes maliciously at his jaw.
“Ryeowook-sshi?”
TOCK. KRRRRRR….TOCK. TOCK!
“Hyung ah!” I whispered louder into his ear, shaking him a little more.
TOCK.KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
Drop a damn nuclear bomb on his head, and I can bet you to Hell he wouldn’t even stir.
So I placed the pillow over his face.
World, please anticipate tomorrow’s headlines: Promising young star Henry Lau attempts to smother own SJM group member in his sleep.
Kidding, kidding!
I wouldn’t hurt a damn fly even if you break my favourite violin into pieces.
Okay, I might get extremely nasty at you for doing something incorrigibly insane like that (I mean, how COULD you?) – but I still wouldn’t hurt an innocent bug.
*Leeteuk laugh*
Anyway.
With the pillow over his face, Ryeowook suddenly – and miraculously - became silent.
My eyebrows jerked upwards at that, pleasantly surprised that something potentially dangerous as that was actually working to bring back the peace I was desperate for.
Happy, I lifted the pillow off him and started for my bed – when yup, you guessed it.
TOCK...KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
So I put the pillow back on his face.
Silence.
Then I removed it.
TOCK.KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
Amused, I placed the pillow over the sharp of his cheekbones again.
Silence.
Then I removed it again.
TOCK.KRRRRRR TOCK. RRRRRRRRKKKRRRR TOCK!
Seriously, this guy!
In the end, I decided to leave the damn thing on him – and trudged back to my bed in the room across (yes, unbelievably there’s still space for an already small room to be divided into 2. How amazing is this new pad? It’s da bomb), chortling to myself at Ryeowook’s odd behaviour.
I was climbing over the mattress, successful in being a contented ninja and all when…
KNOCK .KNOCK. KNOCK!
I swivelled around to the door, letting out a silent curse through a hiss so stinging sharp I could have fried my crazy gums or something.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Dragging my feet towards it, I wondered if it was manager hyung – he’s always leaving his important things around our rooms since he walks in and out of them like the crazy cyclone he is.
He could at least be courteous about it though - and come back later or something!
Somehow I had the feeling that I would be slamming the damn door into faces if it wasn’t going to be him - because that was how badly I needed rest.
Bah.
I swung open the door.
“Boo!”
And my jaw dropped to the ground.
“SUNGMIN?”
“Hi,” he smiled, totally overlooking the fact that I was getting a flippin’ seizure attack from my surprise at his sudden materialization in front of me right then.
In China.
I mean…following the grand Way of thy dork god Yeh Sung, much!?
This had to be a dream. It had to be a dream.
Well no, of course it wasn’t like I wanted it to be a dream or anything – but Hell, it had to be a freakin’ dream, right?
Grabbing his wrist, I was about to pull him inside before the crazy cyclone finds out about another sneaky Super Junior member’s romantic international escapade when I realized that he was in a bathrobe.
Grabbing my hands, entwining our fingers together, Sungmin then smoothly glided into my room - his beautiful, beautiful, beautiful smile stretched a little wider when he shut the door close behind him with a gentle kick of his heel.
Suddenly, he whispered, “Wo ai ni.”
Just so you know, my heart kind of stopped for a second here – and it wasn’t from the initial shock, I can swear on anything for that.
My lips fumbled with things to say all of a sudden. “Su…Sungminnie ah-”
Sungmin tilted his head - seemingly amused at my starting to turn a little red on the face when he said the words in a mocking manner.
He took another step towards me and pressed our chests together.
And no, I didn’t think he was wearing anything under the soft wool robe he had on.
Then he said, “Ngoh oi ley.”
And I was thinking:Hey! That’s Cantonese!
And hey, this sounds very familiar…
Then a strange thing happened.
I dropped my eyes from his intensifying gaze, and took a step backwards.
No, I wasn’t sure exactly why.
Sungmin’s smile faded a little when I did that. “Henli ah?”
“Yes?”
His arms slipped around my waist, trying to stop me from moving anywhere.
“I love you.”
And I took another step backwards.
Boy. I swear no, I was still not sure exactly why.
Sungmin’s features started to darken like storm clouds when I kept moving away from his hold.
He floated towards me again as he studied my current reaction to his persistent advances.
“Henli.”
The warmth of his palms cradled my face, capturing my eyes in his demanding stare once more when I didn’t answer him.
Then he said, “nomu saranghaeyo.”
The back of my knees hit the wooden edge of my bed - and my mouth was still so tight, so dry.
And Sungmin swept his soft, soft, soft lips from the base of my gulping throat to my chin.
So wistful, as if longing...
... and turning dangerously desirous.
Damn.
“Sungminnie,” I murmured, still holding him back a little. “Ryeowook…hyung’s just next door.”
“Don't really care,” he sang playfully, his feverish kisses punching harder into my neck now.
Damn.
"Tell me that you love me too, Henli-sshi..."
Damn, Jesus!
"...And you can have me any way you want."
Damn, damn, damn!
“Wait…”
Stupidly, I took yet another step backwards – and stumbled over my back, falling clumsily into the plush of my sleeping area.
And that was when the resident sunshine Zhou Mi jumped up - and freakin’ slapped me.
“Ow!”
Luckily, I managed to quickly scramble off him before his spastic hands could injure the rest of my body.
Zhou Mi, with his fingers squeezing the bridge of his nose sat up and turned on his table lamp just to give me a stare so murderous he could have blasted me into nothing.
“What’s the matter with you?” He snapped irritably, keeling over his knees in a pained stance.
Picture me turning round and round and round at the foot of his huge bed – looking for Lee Sungmin in my stupid confusion before it struck me that everything was, in fact, a dream.
A HiDef dream with a HiDef Sungmin in nothing but a robe.
Mmmmhmmmm. I like.
Because after a year of living with touch-screen everything and plasma TVs in Korea, I’ve turned to what Brent would call a ‘shameless HD whore’.
*LeeTeuk laugh*
Right, yes. Where was I again?
“Sorry!” I finally squeaked, coming to Zhou Mi’s aid when I snapped out of it. “Are you alright?”
“Ow…You broke my nose,” he hissed, throwing his head back for the ceiling. “Is it bleeding?”
“No, it’s not broken or bleeding,” I said, shaking my head in confirmation. “I’m so sorry, Zhou!”
“One day, if a host is to ask ‘who has the worst sleeping habit?’ I’m going to say it’s you!” He threatened with a great, annoyed roll of his eyes at me.
I frowned. “What me? Ryeowook hyung’s the one with the noisy teeth!”
“But he’s not violent,” Zhou Mi huffed, still restructuring his nose with his hands.
What a drama king!
“I think that’s why we're sleeping in singles. You kick box people when you sleep, do you know that!”
Wei, wei, wei!
I so do not!
Okay, fine. Maybe sometimes I do.
Because I have a really high metabolism you see – and I don’t usually get maxed out that easily, even when I’m halfway between the gutter and the stars, lost in La-La-Land frolicking with a Lee Sungmin who has nothing but a silly bathrobe on.
Exactly. Can you really blame someone for that?
I mean, would you blame Wolverine for having crazy adamantium claws in his hands? Huh?
Huh?
No, I don’t think so!
But Sungmin in nothing but a robe.
Mmmmhmmmm. I like.
Err…Where was I again?
Yawning a little, Zhou Mi then took a look at the time on the digital clock next to him.
“What the hell are you doing jumping around like a monkey at this hour?”
Wait. So did I try to murder Ryeowook earlier…or was that a dream too?
“I was jumping around?”
“Well, you jumped on me,” he deadpanned, giving me a bemused look to tell me that I’d better stop clowning around or...else. I guess.
I gave him a genuine shrug of my shoulders. “I…don’t know? Maybe I was sleepwalking.”
“Do you always blame it on that?” he sighed, suddenly in the mood to argue with me right then.
“Zhou ah…Is Ryeowook hyung in the next room?”
“No,” Zhou Mi blinked, but in that I’m-still-not-tickled manner.
“In case you forgot, in this one biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
I seriously wasn't expecting such a detailed explanation at this ungodly hour, too – but that’s just Zhou Mi. He would really use about a quantumabajigillion adjectives just to tell you something good about an apple.
Anyway, so it was a dream then. “Oh, yeah. You’re right.”
“Great, now I only have two hours before we all have to wake up for the day’s work. Thanks, Hennie ah!”
“Wei, at least you can go back to sleep,” I grumbled, shuffling my feet when I started out. “I can’t!”
“Just close your eyes and count sheep or something!”
“I only have forty of them. They’re going to run out very, very, very soon. Don’t have anything else then.”
“Then take mine,” Zhou Mi said, laughing at my being literal in my answer. “I have one thousand.”
“What kind of sheep are they?”
“From the mountains…So they are mountain sheep? They have thick, curly wool and big, curly horns.”
“Do you name them?”
"What? Name them?"
I must have looked a little too serious right then.
"Har! You're violent and crazy!"
"So do you give them names or not?"
"I managed to name only 50 of them, and then SuJu M happened so I have no time,” he continued, playing along with my nonsense right then despite wanting to strangle me just a few seconds ago.
“Do you name yours?”
“No.”
“You should. It’s fun. You can start naming the new members in your farm now.”
“So I can name the rest however I want?”
“You can rename mine, I don’t care. They’re yours now anyway. Hwaiting!”
I grinned, actually happy about it. “Thanks. See you in the morning!”
“Wei.”
I stopped at the mouth of the door that separated our sleeping areas, turning back to Zhou.
He sighed, “Is there anything you want to get off your chest, Hennie ah?”
Sungmin in nothing but a robe.
Mmmmhmmmm.
How about helping me getting that HiDef of a mental picture out of my head?
“No,” I decided to say in the end, shaking my head. “Sorry I hurt you when you’re sleeping.”
“You sure?”
“Very sorry.”
“No, idiot. I mean are you okay? You’re not still sore over losing your favourite little toy, are you?”
He was talking about my lanyard with a smiley plush ball the guys from a variety TV show nicked from the hotel room a few days back – I ended up giving it away to a fan, which did not greatly saddened me.
“No! I'm fine with that."
“Okay then have fun with your new farm friends. And lock the door after you go out, I don’t want you to come in and break my nose again – then blame sleepwalking.”
“Again? But your nose is not broken, Zhou Mi ah!”
“One hour and fifty minutes left. Now…OUT!”
Sheesh. Zhou Mi can be all cool and suave and just like Shiwon (like father, like son) when in public and all that – but he can really be the greatest pushover when we’re off the screen, I kid you not.
Right! It was time to name my new buddies – and make them jump over the fence so I would fall asleep!
I rounded the first 14 of them, and conveniently named them after Super Junior members.
I was about to choose between Ryeowook and Leeteuk for this particular one with the crazy tall hoofs when Kangin went on an impatient rage – and started butting the rest in his unhappy rampage.
Now imagine me, Henry Lau the imaginary madman shepherd trying to take control of the rising chaos - with Super Junior M.
Super Junior Mountain.
*Leeteuk laugh*
Anyway, back to the chaos!
Now imagine me, the madman shepherd, running around with a stick: swinging madly at nothing in particular and unable to hit any of them with it because I'm a nice guy like that.
Yah! Kangin-sshi! No pushing. You go back at the end of the line! No, don’t bite Donghae’s tail!
Hey! Heechul-sshi…you need to JUMP over it, not go under it. What? You’d rather sweat in a mall?
Here’s a newsflash, hyung ah: SHEEP DON’T GO TO SHOPPING MALLS!
Donghae-sshi! Why did you kick Eunhyuk-sshi into the water! He can’t swim!
You! What’s your name? You don’t have a name?
Tablo?
But Tablo’s not a Super Junior member!
Christ. How did Zhou Mi manage this bunch of loons!?
Over the fence, Yeh Sung was cracking jokes with Shiwon and Kibum.
"Three little lambs went into the Bermuda Triangle," he started, mouth full of grass.
It's rather useless to ask him why the animals did that, I know.
"The first one came out from the other side - and turned crazy."
Kind of like Kangin right then - Donghae was starting to cry!
"...The second one came out - and turned suicidal."
Kibum blinked and Shiwon's eyes rounded dramatically - but they were too polite to interrupt.
Next to where we were gathered, stuck between the wooden planks was Shindong – and scrawny EunHyuk was not much of a help with the horn pulling.
Yeh Sung continued, "After seeing all his friends like that, the third lamb turned...?"
"Into a woman?" Kibum answered, looking into it very seriously.
"Nope."
Shiwon narrowed his eyes in his thinking. "Turned...religious?"
"Can you say something that doesn't relate to God or religion, Wonnie ah! Henli-sshi?"
Okay. I admit I was curious too. "The third lamb turned...into a cow?"
"No!" Yeh Sung huffed excitedly, stomping his tiny hoofs on the ground.
"After seeing his friends like that, the third lamb decided to not go into the Bermuda - so he turned...around."
*Leeteuk laugh*
"I'm going to go over there and tickle myself," Kibum sighed flatly while a much nicer Shiwon offered his considerate laughter.
Way over at the back, Kangin was starting to believe that he was in fact, a bull.
Maybe Super Junior Mountain was a terrible idea after all.
Groaning in my frustration, I finally snatched my Samsung from the side table angrily – and obviously, speed-dialled for help.
DAMAGE CONTROL! DAMAGE CONTROL!
PLEASE RESPOND!
“Kingston!”
Now imagine me huffing into my cell, while shaking an angry fist at a bunch of invisible farm animals going out of control.
“Henry? HE-L-A-HE-M-A-TH-W-O-RKKKKKK-RAAAK!”
Brent’s voice cracked a bit over the reception, so I got up and went to the window of my room.
It actually sounds funny when you read through the typing, doesn’t it?
Random. Anyway!
“Kingston!”
“What?”
“Heechul doesn’t want to jump. And Tablo wants to join SuJu. What am I supposed to do? The ELFs are going to go nuts again!”
“What the hell are you going about?” Brent cried out - and I could hear something crashing behind him shortly after that.
“I NEED TO SLEEP, BRENT – AND THE SHEEPS ARE NOT HELPING ME!”
“Sheeps?” He deadpanned, gradually becoming clearer when I pushed aside the curtains and stuck my head out into the chilly silence of the morning outside.
“The plural of sheep is sheep, Henry. Have you already forgotten your English?”
Something exploded in his background, disrupting our connection for a few seconds or so.
I blinked at the inky darkness I was looking at. “Dude, are you at war?”
“No I’m at work! And it’s not much of a war. It’s more like Alcatraz…with air-con.”
I laughed so hard I swear I heard someone yelling at me – and it didn’t sound pleasant at all.
“It’s been a while! How’s life?” I asked him, pushing my hair from my face.
“Work sucks. Do you know what I do everyday? I sit in the office and count a million circles and squares and trapeziums on maps the size of Florida! And that’s only ONE project!”
“Seriously, like what exactly do you do in your job? Are you a counter?”
“I don’t know, man. I don’t know. All I know is that I’ve 5 more months to Uni. I can’t wait to start schooling again – and I know you don’t expect me to say that at all.”
I seriously miss normal life drama. I mean, at least most things makes a Hell lot more sense!
Something exploded again, and I quickly asked, “Is this a bad time, man?”
“No, no it’s the perfect time. The renovation's been going on for weeks now, Jesus!” Brent shouted over something that sounded like metals colliding.
“I’m outta here, done for the day – the Kingston policy is simple: I come to work on time, I leave work on time. HELLO WEEKEND!”
“Oh. What’s a weekend? I don’t understand what that means.”
“Ah,” Brent laughed. He would have messed up my hair for that if I was next to him.
“You know you love your current lifestyle regardless of anything, dork.”
“I can’t complain, really. It’s been awesome!"
What are the odds that I’ve become not so creative with my choice of words nowadays?
“Duh? I saw the place you’re staying on one of the Chinese video sites. That’s sick, man!”
“But the only thing I’m familiar with is just our rooms – and my bed.”
“You mean you never tried the sauna and all that before?”
“Not yet…I don’t think I’ve time to breathe properly even – except now. So go figure.”
“But hey look, we’re finally talking without one of us having to hang up to rush off to somewhere! What time is it over there anyway?”
“Fifteen minutes past three in the morning. I’m going to cherish this rare moment with you.”
“Shouldn’t you sleep or something? Idols can’t afford to look horrible, Henry.”
“Screw it. I can’t sleep anymore and I’ve to wake up in the next hour or so anyway.”
“What’s next day like?”
“Crazy. Topic change, please. How’s everyone back at home?”
“Okay, okay. It’s Toronto man. Oh, but it’s already summer over here! The leaves are pretty!”
Every summer, Brent and I would bike around places and terrorise beaten paths through woods and ninja mud hills until we had to wash ourselves outside of the house once.
Ah, I cry for Toronto. “That sounds so gay, man.”
“Hah! Says the one with the pretty boyfriend.”
“He’s not pretty,” I argued. “He’s gorgeous. Hey Kingston! Did ya order my album yet?”
“Of course I did. And guess what? So did the choir, band and track team.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“And the neighbours, too. Okay, I’ll say half of Canada did – Clint is running the campaign, by the way. Taking down orders, and stuff like that.”
“Clint! Really?” My eyes bulged a little, chortling at my brother’s antic.
Bill Clinton Lau – my unofficial campaign manager, presidential candidate at work.
“Yup – because we love you babe and we’re never gonna stop~ life couldn’t get better~ HEY! Okay I’m in public right now.”
“That’s so freakin’ cool! Wait. Jonas too?”
“He shocked the entire world, yes he did.”
In case you’re wondering, Jonas Chan is this guy at school who always liked to poke me into taking him on in some crazy piano battle once in while – because he wasn’t happy being Wong Lee Hom#3 (I’m #2. Booya!).
Anyway. I felt like brawling all of a sudden – I really wanted to fly back home and smother everyone in a massive group hug or something and was this close to doing an international escapade of my own.
“And there was a damn debate too, about the album releases. It was nuts!”
“Debate?”
‘YesAsia or DVDHeaven?’ and ‘I want a poster but how can a poster cost ten dollars’ and ‘Damn, there’s a Korean version of the album’. That Lee Soo Man sure knows how to give people a goddamn headache!”
Well…What can I say about that?
In any case - My boss, my hero!
“He’s going to release a repackaged album with a DVD, isn’t he?”
“I’m not supposed to say.”
“You’re not supposed to say or you don’t know?”
I chuckled. “The latter. I really don’t know - I just follow the ShiHan around nowadays.”
“Boy. Jenny’s going to go into her ‘That money-sucking bastard!’ phase again…Not pretty!”
“Oh, Jenny Topher.”
“Yeah. She’s pretty hardcore about supporting SJM – because she was your first admirer.”
“Admirer? She used to follow me around everywhere and push me into walls when we were kids!” I corrected him, not finding that funny at all.
“And she’s a boxer now,” Brent mused. "Muay Thai."
“What a shocker!"
“I think if she gets her hands on Soo Man, she’ll really punch him you know.”
“For?”
“’THAT MONEY SUCKING BASTARD!’”
I tried my best to not howl like a suicidal madman.
“And what are you rambling on about earlier? Sheep? Tablo is a sheep?”
“No, I couldn’t sleep – so I tried counting them. I had forty so Zhou Mi gave his to me. All one thousand of them - And they’re all lunatics.”
“Okay….This is a Sungmin-related issue, on the long run. Right?”
The psychic bastard. “How’d you figure that one out?”
“You’re talking about importing invisible sheep from your own group member and one of them is called Tablo. If this has nothing to do with Sungmin, then I don’t know what’s wrong with you.”
Oh, right. I’m so silly I actually kill myself.
So I asked, “What are the three words that send shivers down your spine - in a bad way?”
‘When my mom says ‘We need to talk, son’?”
“That’s five words, Brent.”
“I don’t have any more brain neurons to count,” Brent replied flatly. “What did he say?”
“Ngoh oi ley,” I said, switching to Cantonese for the Hell of it.
I wondered if we got disconnected when Brent’s side went completely silent for a while.
“You know what that is, right?”
“Yeah. So? What did you say to that? Did you say anything?”
“Uhm…Well, I kind of freaked out a little. So I answered…’Me too’?”
“What? Henry!” Brent sputtered, as if a fly just flew into his throat and choked him.
“You said ‘me too’?”
I frowned at the giant palm tree towering nearby. “I said something stupid, didn’t I?”
“That’s not stupid,” Brent replied, but I could hear him hiding his laughing fit inside his belly.
“It’s not?”
“No way in Hell it is, man."
Oh, I know what was coming next. "But?"
"But you really shouldn’t have answered him with that, Henry!”
Suddenly, Brent burst laughing – not a normal laugh, but the great, hearty *Leeteuk laugh*.
Yes, Canada is officially taken by the typhoon influence - Super Junior's chameleon Leader.
Anyway, call me a ditz but I seriously did not get what Brent was going at right then.
“It’s more or less saying ‘I love you too’ isn’t it?”
“No. It’s a whole new different meaning altogether, dork.”
“So what does it mean then?”
“Oh Henry, Henry, Henry!”
“What, what, what?”
"You're kidding me. You mean you don't get it? He's in love with you!"
"Yes, so?"
"Love!"
"Yes."
"LOVE, Henry! LOVE!”
"Brent!"
"So what? You're telling me you feel the same way for him too?"
Something clawed against the walls of my throat when I sighed out, "Uhhhhhh-huh."
"So you don't think that this is a little too serious for a guy like you?”
“What the hell? Hey you had a different opinion the last time, gay pompoms guy!”
“See? This is exactly why I’m changing my mind right now!”
“What exactly is it?”
Brent snorted.
“You have an imaginary farm in your head, Henry. How old are you exactly? Twelve?”
Well.
At least he doesn’t think I’m bloody eight years old.
Nowadays, the only time Cho KyuHyun gets overly excited is when we enter any eating house.
“FUWUYUER!”
He really lights up like those crazy neon lights they have in those clubbing districts that our Mercedes will drive past whenever we get back really late from work.
In emoticon language, he transforms from this: (= __ =) to (^__^) when it’s not McDonald’s.
“FUWUYUERRRRRRRRRR!”
Everyone, I’d like you to meet Super Junior’s ‘Little 13’ KyuHyun – the vocally-blessed Korean youth who until recently, developed an overly excited habit with calling waiters over to our tables in his oh-so-Beijing man accent.
It’s supposedly ‘fuwuyuan’ by the way, but of course KyuHyun doesn’t care at all.
“FUWUYUER!”
And to think he actually learnt that not from Han Geng or Zhou Mi or (definitely not) I – but from a random Chinese person who was sitting in the table next to us the other day.
I bet he didn’t even know how it was spelt in Pinyin but yet he went ahead with waving for service anyway.
“Hyung!” Donghae elbowed him, his face reddening with embarrassment. “Stop it!”
“What?” KyuHyun asked, turning to Donghae with his hand still waving in the air.
“Don’t call the waiter over! Not yet!”
“Why not? I’m very hungry! FUWU--”
Frantically shaking his head at a young man who was walking over with a notepad in his hand, Donghae then grabbed KyuHyun’s arm jerked it downwards.
“Han Kyung-sshi and Zhou Mi aren’t here yet, we should wait for them. We don’t know how to order in Chinese!”
KyuHyun gave the shorter one a kind of look that I don’t think anyone would be able to figure out just what he was trying to look like right then.
“We can just point at pictures that look good here,” he muttered sarcastically, not amused.
“We’re in a restaurant. Wouldn’t be better if we can eat what’s recommended, hyung ah?”
“Fine,” the taller one conceded, putting his arm down. “When are they joining us?”
“In a while,” Donghae answered, trying to hide his face under his hair. “Let’s just wait for them!”
KyuHyun smirked in his disagreement to that, as if ridiculed.
Then he turned to me.
“Henli-sshi.”
Imagine me sitting across them, actually trying so hard to learn certain words on the menu right then because I swear on anything that I studied them before – until he interrupted me.
And he asked, “What’s good from all that staring that you’re doing to the menu?”
I blinked at him, before going back to blinking at the list of things on the list in front of me.
“Err,” I started, squinting a little at this particular name. “Says here…steamed…stuffed…bun.”
Donghae didn’t look convinced. “What’s it stuffed with?”
“Uh…Ginger…peanut…pork sausage…sca…sca…Scallops?”
“Pork and scallops?” Donghae blurted, his features scrunching. “Funny combination, isn’t it?”
I swear I was starting to sweat from this. “No, no. Sca…Something.”
“Tsk, tsk. How are you Chinese again?” KyuHyun said; raising an eyebrow high at my struggling before looking at the same picture I was raking my clogged brains to read its name.
I didn’t feel like arguing with the fact I’m rather whitewashed from being a Canadian all my life.
“Scallions,” he finally spoke after a few seconds of thoughtful silence.
“That’s scallions, Henli ah. Not scallops.”
How the hell he knew that, I didn’t ask but I was pretty impressed.
“Oh,” I said, nodding to the queer education from a person who only knew how to say ‘I don’t know how to speak Mandarin’ in the most fluent pronunciation.
I mean, it’s not like you come across ‘scallion’ in every day conversations or anything – but yeah, he knew what it was so that’s that.
“I think I need to go to the bathroom,” Donghae suddenly said, pulling his cap lower down his face.
That’s adorable. He thinks?
“You’re excused, hyung ah.”
You can see the role reversal here: Donghae the eternal child, and KyuHyun the eternal blah.
Anyway, he left the table, leaving KyuHyun and I looking to each other - and I started to wonder just when the hell the rest were going to appear and fill up the stretching silence that fell splat into the already uncomfortable space between us.
I was deciding to whether or not I should excuse myself to the bathroom as well – just to get the creeps out of my skin when his black, black, black eyes glazed over me for a moment - when KyuHyun’s arm suddenly shot up.
Then he called out, “FUWUYUER!”
Seriously, this guy!
The young man who had noticed our retarded behaviour since the second we entered this grand restaurant attended to KyuHyun before I could tell him to ignore the guy and only come over when everyone arrives later.
In his funny Mandarin, KyuHyun’s casually went, “Excuse me, but what’s your name?”
“I’m Zhang Wei,” the waiter replied, pointing to the tag on his black vest.
“Hello Mister Zhang. I’m Kui Xian. Nice to meet you!”
“Oh!” Zhang Wei looked at me for a second, pleasantly surprised. “Nice to meet you too!”
And amicably, KyuHyun stuck out his hand for a shake.
“Can you speak Korean?”
“Uh…No, sir. Can you speak Mandarin?”
“I can’t speak Mandarin.”
And he said that in Mandarin. He killed me, Christ.
Hearing that, the waiter turned to me - not noticing my rising discomfort at the language usage.
I began to wonder if Donghae drowned in the gents or anything – he sure was taking a long time!
Hey. Could he be hiding in there?!
“Are you ready to order now?” Zhang Wei asked, smiling a megawatt polite smile and all.
“What did he say?” KyuHyun asked in Korean when I was trying to process the waiter’s words without looking so obvious that I was doing that.
So I made a wild guess. You can call it last resort if you want.
“I think he’s asking what you want to order.”
Zhang Wei’s eyebrows twitched a little when I replied in Korean to KyuHyun.
“Mandarin? Can you speak?”
“A little,” I answered him in Chinese, flushing red in the end. “My Mandarin is not very good.”
“English?”
There was a glimmer of hope all of a sudden when he suggested that. “Yes, English!”
Then the young worker bit his lip.
“I don’t speak English.”
Oh. Very funny, Zhang Wei.
I gave KyuHyun a pleading look. “Hyung ah, can we just wait for the rest to arrive?”
“They’re going to take ages,” was KyuHyun’s monotonous answer.
“And I’m starving! I want the stuffed bun. Please order a plate for me, Henli-sshi.”
Okay. That was easy to say – so I told the waiter his order in my not so smashing Mandarin.
Zhang Wei started to scribble madly on his notepad.
“Make that two,” KyuHyun then said, changing his mind at the last minute. “Sorry.”
The waiter cancelled that, and scribbled again.
Then KyuHyun asked, “Ask him if there’s any other filling other than pork?”
So I asked the waiter that – and he said shrimp and eggs, and black beans.
Then KyuHyun went, “Oh, alright. Can you ask him which one is nicer?”
Zhang Wei’s answer was as long and as twisted as the damn vines on a godforsaken tree.
“He said everything’s nice,” I answered in summary, miserably defeated in the end.
And KyuHyun said, “Then I’d like to mix and match different buns. Is that okay?”
I felt like jumping up and yelling: YAH! KYUHYUN AH!
Do you think we’re in a bloody clothing store or something!?
Korean – Chinese – Korean – Chinese!
Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone in this whole wide world can speak ENGLISH?!
Struggling, I started tripping all over my words when trying to ask the waiter just that.
Yes, he said – and you don’t know how freakin’ happy I was to hear such a simple answer.
“Good. I’d like to bring some back to the house for later,” KyuHyun said, pleased.
“But for now, I’d like to order 3 shrimp, 3 pork and 3 black beans – and tell him to go less on the scallions for the pork, and no eggs for the shrimp. I don’t like them much.”
Oh, my brains!
The waiter scribbled more words, still smiling and all because customers are always right.
“Thank you,” KyuHyun said to the waiter before he went off with the order (probably relieved as Hell), before nodding at me.
I swear that Lee Donghae was hiding somewhere – giggling at my brains being toasted and all.
As for the two of us, we were settling for the uneasy silence when I suddenly sat up straighter, and broke the solidifying iciness.
“Hyung ah?” I asked, and the dead black of his eyes locked into mine immediately.
Then I went, “Do you hate me?”
Reaching for his water, KyuHyun didn’t react much at the apparent bluntness of my curiosity.
“Hate you?” He repeated for the second time – as if he didn’t understand me at all.
“Yes. Because of…You know.”
“Sungminnie?”
“I don’t want us to be enemies or anything,” I continued in my randomness when the towering ego’s features remained unreadable to my study.
What I totally did not expect was KyuHyun to smile at me right then – a real, genuine smile that didn’t have any traces of possible crazy fangs coming out of his mouth or anything.
Then he sighed, “Look, I’ve long decided to let that go, Henli ah.”
My heart beat, it was traveling even faster than a speeding bullet train upon hearing that.
“Sungminnie was happy with me and I really didn’t want that to change…”
I mean, this is the DraKyuHyun-sshi we’re talking about – if he’s not sadistically sarcastic, I don’t know what else to describe him as.
“…But he seems to be a lot happier when he’s with you. And I realize that I can’t change that.”
Jesus. He was seriously killing me again here.
But despite my explosive pulse, I gave him the benefit of my doubt for some reason.
So I said, “I really hope we can be friends again, KyuHyun hyung ah.”
KyuHyun’s black, black, black eyes bore deeper into mine – reaching into the passageways of my mind with an aura as chilly as the ice cold water that was served on the table.
His hand reached out, and rested gently on my shoulder.
“No worries,” he said warmly, drawling a little in his speech.
"We’ve always been friends, Henli."
KyuHyun’s smile didn’t stretch any wider when he went back to the menu, flipping to the main course page without as much as saying anything else after that.
Despite feeling relieved, I found myself waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
For what, I didn’t know, exactly.
All I know is that…somehow all this still feels a little creepy.
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Entry #1 : I started blabbering (a Henry Lau P.O.V)
Entry #2 : I started blabbering, again.
Entry #3 : I started seeing things.
Entry #4 : I started panicking
Entry #5 : I started conversing
Entry #6 : Blame lethargy
Entry #7 : Reaaaaaaaaally
Entry #8 : "Oppa"
Entry #9 : Sunday
Entry #10 : Love Ache-tually
Entry #11 : The big bad cat's away!
Entry #12 : TPL - Talk, Plot, Love
Entry #13 : Hallelujah, probably
Entry #14 : Cluck!
Entry #15 : The Remedy
Entry #16 : Annoying-hasaeyo!
Entry #17 : Ouch.
Entry #18 : The Dongsaeng strikes back
Entry #19 : This is the potential break up post
Entry #20 : Just believe in oppa!
Entry #21 : Wannabe MY boyfriend
Entry #22 : The thing about LOVE is...
Entry #23 : I, Lover Ninja!
Entry #24 : Dorks, much?
Entry #25 : Khekhekhe
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Still taller than Donghae - and he's in lifts.
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This is what the ShiHan divorce settlement and child custody battle looks like.
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Jumped higher than Donghae!
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