| Fan Fiction |
by .flavored
“...”
Leeteuk was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Well, say something.”
“OH MY GOD!”
“I LOVE IT! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
“AM I DREAMING?!”
“WOAH! THERE’S FOOD HERE!”
“Where are we?”
Leeteuk smiled in satisfaction at the appropriate screams. Well, except for the last two, in which “appropriate” wasn’t exactly the description for them.
Though the last question was a really good question.
“Welcome...” Leeteuk paused dramatically, “to Super Junior’s new Headquarters!”
A pause.
Leeteuk waited expectedly.
An even longer pause.
Then Heechul tapped his foot suspiciously. “You pulling our legs or something?”
That wasn’t exactly the response that Leeteuk had in mind.
“Nope. Not pulling any legs, arms or dangling body part whatsoever.”
“You’re just renting it for a week right?” Heechul continued to push Leeteuk in disbelief.
“No. We’re having it for as long as we want.”
“... You’re charging us rent aren’t you? OH MY GOD! THAT’S IT ISN’T IT?!”
Leeteuk wanted to bang his head on the nearest lamppost and then start banging Heechul’s as well. “No! For the last time! This house is really Super Junior’s new Headquarters! I’ve been preparing for it since the beginning of the month! But it was only ready now. Why do you think I’ve been in and out of the house so much this past week?!”
Heechul backed down, entirely satisfied. “So the ski trip was so that you could move the furniture?”
Leeteuk sighed, and nodded mournfully. The rest had already drifted away, exploring the house while Heechul had been doing his interrogation. No one had yet to thank the leader yet, nor come to bow before him and worship his awesomeness.
Far from it actually.
“Leeteuk-oppa!” Wichan called, poking out her head from the kitchen with a frown. “Why is the kitchen pink?”
“Because Sungmin-sshi promised he would be our cook from now on.” Leeteuk replied. “So it’s done up in his favourite colour.”
There was small “eep” of delight from the said cook, but there was a wave of protest from the rest.
The arguments were varied, but it boiled down to one major thing – ‘I USE IT TOO!’
Leeteuk sighed, then raised his voice loudly over the clamouring.
Very loudly.
“EVERYONE SHUT UP, OR I’M GOING TO CHARGE YOU RENT FOR LIVING HERE!”
For the first time that day, Leeteuk got the reaction that he wanted.
He sighed in relief – luckily, money was still the thing that made the world go round, or he would have had been in trouble. “Okay. Listen you all. I’ve had specially-themed rooms made for all of you. Well, not all. Some of you will be sharing – like Kangin and Yoonji (because you’re married) and Yesung and Alice (because you’ll end up going to each other’s rooms in the middle of the night anyway).”
“And the best thing of all.” Leeteuk happily dangled a bunch of keys in front of his group’s faces. “Is that you all will get a key to yourself, so no one can disturb each other. There will be a bunch of main keys I will keep in a box in the living room, but that one, no one can touch unless it’s an emergency. And I have a CCTV camera watching over it and a touch-sensitive alarm. Okay? Everyone clear? Now, line up to get your room-keys.”
There was chaos for the next few seconds, then everyone dashed off, leaving a winded Leeteuk and a puzzled Hirin.
“How come I don’t get a key?” Hirin pouted at her Guardian.
Leeteuk whacked her lightly in the head. “Why do you think so?”
Hirin’s eyes became wide-eyed with tears. “You’re throwing me out? No! Teukie-oppa! Please don’t!”
“...” Leeteuk shook his head, re-confirming why he liked to tease this girl so much. “Hirin-ah. I’m not throwing you out. You have no key because we’re sharing a room.”
“Heh?”
“We,” Leeteuk pointed at himself, then at Hirin to emphasize. “Are sharing a room. One. Together. You and me.”
Hirin’s brain stopped working.
“Er... Hirin?” Leeteuk blinked, wondering why Hirin had frozen in such an awkward pose. He was about to investigate further when there was a loud shriek coming from the second storey.
He turned his investigation to the second floor. He only made it to the first step when a certain rhinoceros came charging down the stairs.
“LEETEUK YOU IMBA! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!”
“OMO! HEECHUL! WAIT! LET ME EXPLAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!”
“What did Leeteuk-oppa do to Rella this time?” Miseon asked a giggling Hankyung tiredly.
“Rella?” Sungmin, who had come to eavesdrop, asked.
“Another of Heechul’s nicknames.” Wichan informed, informatively. “Miseon usually uses it when Heechul’s being a bitch.”
At that, Hankyung’s giggling choked out into a full scale laughter bout.
“Well?” Miseon stood there tapping her toes. “Out with it. So I can decide whether to stop the princess or to help her.”
Hankyung was practically dying after that. It should have given Miseon a hint.
“Just go into the room to see for yourself.” Alice had popped up to see what had happened, effectively going into the room and discerning the situation all by herself.
Miseon went into the room.
There was the standard minute of silence.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Miseon joined Hankyung rolling on the floor.
Wican just shook her head and decided to unpack her things into her new Japanese-themed room.
Sungmin was frowning at the two clowns laughing on the floor in puzzlement. Alice spotted it and thought that as part of the iDOL, she should quiz the newest member on what was bothering him.
“Huh?” Sungmin answered when she asked. “Oh, no. I just don’t understand what’s so funny about the room.”
“...” Alice couldn’t see what there was to need to understand. “It’s pink. And Cinderella themed – completed with pumpkin coach.”
Sungmin was still frowning. “But it’s so nice! I wish it was my room! Although I do like my room, since it’s pink too, but this is a lot more unique!”
Alice stared at the sparkly-eyed magnae and for the fourth time since she joined Super Junior, she wondered why she had joined it in the first place.
‘All the members are so weird...’
Then. ‘I wonder if Yesung-san wants to do some death ritual practices with me.’
~*~
“Yoochunnie-ah~ I’m bored.”
Yoochun, who was busy reading Dante’s ‘Inferno’, dodged Junsu’s attempt to glomp on him. “So?”
“Play with me!” Junsu whined, tired of being stuck inside the resort.
“No.”
“Please!”
“Why don’t you go skiing, Junsu?” Yoochun sighed, re-reading the same sentence the third time over – he couldn’t concentrate with Junsu bugging him like that.
“I can’t, Yoochunnie-hyung.” Junsu pouted. “The ski slopes are closed, remember.”
“Oh... yeah...” Yoochun sighed. The last night had resulted in the entire mountain being covered in broken tree branches and other various debris. All the ski-slopes had been clogged and put out of commission. Yoochun wondered why Curione couldn’t have taken care of it.
“We’re going to the hot-springs, the hot-springs, the hot-springs!” Jaejoong, Ji Hyun and Yunho suddenly ran across the room dancing and singing to the tune of the theme song of the ‘Wizard of Oz’.
‘Oh, yeah. She did.’ Yoochun eyed the trio as Junsu clamoured to be included into the singing.
This morning, after the slopes had been announced as down, the resort immediately reassured that all the customers had a choice between getting their money back, free all-you-can-eat buffet vouchers or a complimentary hot-springs trip instead.
Yoochun had idly wondered how the hotel was willing to reimburse so many people at such short nothing without any fuss, then remembered that it was silly to be wondering since he already knew the answer – all the current members of Decem were filthy rich. Even the newest pair... what were their names?
He was interrupted from his train of thought when Yunho pressed himself on top of Yoochun’s back. “What is it, Yunho-hyung?”
“I was just thinking. What should we bring to Super Junior’s house-warming?” Yunho puzzled over this extremely excruciating problem. “Barbequed meat, sashimi, or coffee?”
“Go away.” Yoochun growled, pushing the leader off him. Their bus to the hot-springs would be coming in half an hour, but why did it seem like an eternity?
The minute Yoochun got rid of Yunho, Junsu came back, tired of singing the same thing over and over again. “Yoochunie-hyung! I’m still bored!”
Yoochun practically threw Junsu to the next room. “Go bother Aerona! Sheesh.”
Muttering about his mistake in joining an iDOL after 2 years of solitude, he finally tried to settle back to reading Dante.
Wait, before that, he was thinking about something when Yunho interrupted his ennui... something about two people?
Oh yeah.
“Changmin! You’re NOT allowed to put gunpower in Jaejoong’s mild explosives!”
“Aw... Yoochun-hyung. Can I do target practice on him instead?”
“Yes, but only if you promise not to hit him except to trim his hair. He needs a haircut again... that boy grows hair fast.”
“Alright.”
Five minutes later, Jaejoong was running past Yunho, a gleeful Changmin shooting at him.
“HYUN-AE! HELP!”
Yoochun sipped his tea – Earl Grey, no sugar. “Lasciate Ogni Speranza Voi Ch'Entrate*. How true.”
~*~
“I still can’t believe you just bundled us into the car and drove us here without telling us anything.” Heechul was still ranting to Leeteuk, who was in turn grinning broadly.
“Well,” Leeteuk shrugged. “It helps a lot when my members all have this knack of falling right asleep the minute the car starts driving.”
“Hey, Leeteuk-hyung, Heechul-sshi...” both turned to look at the hesitant magnae. “Er, I was going to cook something special to celebrate, but I’m missing a few ingredients. Can I go out to buy what I need?”
“Yeah, sure.” Leeteuk agreed. “Do you need money?”
“Ah, no.” Sungmin smiled. “I’ll pay first then enter it into the dorm tab.”
“Okay.” Leeteuk acknowledged, letting the hypnotist go his way.
He and Heechul returned to their talk.
Somehow, the talk turned to nicknames.
“Shindong’s ‘Winnie the Pooh’.”
“Aish, why do you always name the members after Disney characters?” Leeteuk rolled his eyes. “Though that one kind of fits.”
“What should we call that new guy then?” Heechul rolled his eyes. “Frankly, when I first saw him, he reminded me of Alice in Wonderland... although not really now since he got his new haircut.”
“He’s still as sweet though... somehow...” Leeteuk put a thoughtful finger on his chin. “How about ‘Danhobak’?”
“Sweet pumpkin?” Heechul repeated. “That sort of fits.”
“Yeah, and it’s favourite food too.” Leeteuk confirmed. “I think he’s making us that tonight.”
“How do you know?”
“I smell pumpkin.” Leeteuk answer. “And I think he went to buy rock sugar. I think I forgot to add that on the list when I ordered groceries... Omo!”
“What?” Heechul blinked as the leader suddenly shot up in panic.
“Sungmin! We let him go out on his own! Without anyone following him!”
“... OH SHIT!”
~*~
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! WHY ARE YOU CHASING ME?!”
Our dear Sungmin, was running for his life from a love-struck mob.
How did that happen, you ask?
Well, to start, I must lay the ground base.
One must first understand that Sungmin still hadn’t got the knack of controlling his hypnotism. People who stared into his adorable eyes for a tad too long tended to do what Sungmin told them to. If he was feeling some sort of strong emotion like anger or irritation, then those people would probably have been trying to accost him while worshipping the air that he breathed out.
However, the whole group thought that it would better for Sungmin if he didn’t know about this – he was still new to the whole Guardian thing and they didn’t want to demoralize him (or rather scare him away from the whole idea and end up losing their only willing cook).
And so they had kept him in something akin to a plastic bubble – keeping him in close watch, making it a rule that no one look him in the eye for more than 5 seconds and making sure than anyone who did was forcibly removed from Sungmin’s presence before the love-sickness could be made known.
Sungmin made it easy of course. Somehow, he failed to notice anything amiss. Even that time when they actually clobbered that ahjumma who just refused to give in to the chloroform.
That particular one was a very strange incident. Even Yesung had nightmares from it.
He sometimes woke up screaming and scaring the heck out of the other four boys who also joined in the screaming of drooping tits and... never mind.
Anyway, Sungmin, blissfully unaware of this, had gotten slightly lost and went to ask directions from a helpful looking young lady who also happened to have a slight hearing problem and couldn’t help but stare at the adorable Sungmin’s eyes.
Five minutes later, she had tried to launch herself onto Sungmin. Luckily, the boy had been training under Leeteuk and Heechul and was thus able evade the lightly amateurish leap.
In the next minute, he had run up to another person, requesting help to escape from the scary lady chasing him. The man, staring into Sungmin’s eyes while the danhobak was frightened and bewildered (both equally strong emotions), had no chance at all.
Within 10 minutes, Sungmin was being chased by the entire said mob that was mentioned.
It didn’t help that Sungmin just didn’t notice that the mob was only getting bigger because he kept asking people to help him for 5 whole minutes.
By that time it was already too late.
“LEETEUK-HYUNG! HEECHUL-SSHI!!!!!!!! ANYONE!!!!!!!!! HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPP MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!”
~*~
Ryeowook was lying on the long bench, his head on SoRi’s lap.
“Ryeowook-oppa...”
“Ah... SoRi...”
“Wookie-ah.”
“Yes... SoRi?”
“The other chair, Ryeowook.”
A pause. Then an adorable pout. “I thought you liked my head on your lap...”
“Yes, I did.” The nurse answered with much amusement. “But not while you do your daily psychiatric appointments. You might grab somewhere which you might regret.”
“... Aw...” but Ryeowook got off anyway, moving to the other chair. “Okay, let’s get this over quick so that we can cuddle.”
“Since when have we started cuddling?” SoRi stared at Ryeowook in wonder. Ever since he had met Super Junior, he had been getting really strange ideas. Not that SoRi really minded. Some of them were quite interesting... like the cooking breakfast for her thing.
“Since this afternoon.” Ryeowook answered, lying down in the black non-descript chair. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to. Because that would be lying.”
SoRi rolled her eyes, but knew that the doctor, as usual, was right. “Okay, okay. Let’s get started then.”
“Okay, Dr SoRi.” Ryeowook grinned.
“So, what’s your problem, young man.”
“I...” Ryeowook scratched his head. “... don’t seem to have any problems, m’am.”
SoRi tapped her pen impatiently on the paper. “Really? Then why were you crying in the corner of your office when I found you this morning.”
“...” Ryeowook started to fiddle with his fingers.
“Well...?”
“Alright! I miss visiting that bunch of crazy but funny people!” Ryeowook burst out, then smashed a pillow into his face.
SoRi blinked. “Crazy but funny people?”
“Mpmmph!” SoRi guessed that was a yes.
“... Oh...” SoRi grinned. “You mean Super Junior.”
Another muffled sound of agreement.
“You miss them?” SoRi chuckled. Trust Ryeowook to get attached to strange people like a stray dog. “Well, that’s simple then.”
“Simple? How?” Ryeowook’s head popped up. SoRi tried not to laugh at how he really resembled a stray dog.
“We’ll just accept their house-warming party invitation.” SoRi snapped her book shut, sensing that her job was done.
“Eh? There’s a house-warming party? Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“Because I just got it today?” SoRi chuckled. “Now, come. Cuddle.”
“OKAY!”
And as Ryeowook flew into SoRi’s arms, the nurse contemplated on how easy this little boy was.
~*~
Leeteuk and Heechul stood on the rooftop of a random building somewhere.
They had finally found Sungmin – which really wasn’t that big a deal. The crowd that was chasing him was so huge, you could spot it from outer space.
“...” Heechul stared down. He feared. “Hyung, you sure you want to save Sungmin from THAT?”
Leeteuk sighed. “I want to, but I don’t think I CAN.”
Yesung, standing beside them, wondered how the heck they were to find so much chloroform for so many people. He asked about it.
“We aren’t.”
Yesung frowned. “How are we going to knock them out then?”
“We aren’t going to knock them out.”
Yesung was confused. “How are we going to save Sungmin then?”
Leeteuk and Heechul looked at each other, then chorused like the theme of a tragedy.
“We aren’t.”
~*~
The first thing Sungmin noticed about the girl when he crashed into her was her eyes.
They were faceted like diamonds, reflecting all the colours of the rainbow. Sungmin felt himself nearly sucked in by them, his eyes only seeing the flashing changes of colour.
That is, until she slapped him.
That was when he panicked.
“Oh, shit. Excuse me!” Sungmin tried to get around the girl.
“Hmm?” the girl tilted her head to the right, her right hand moving gracefully and easily to catch Sungmin’s hand while he pushed past her. “What’s the hurry?”
“Please let me through, I have an angry love-struck mob coming for me.” Sungmin tried to shrug her hand off, but she was a lot stronger than she looked. Much stronger.
“Oh?” the girl stared blankly at Sungmin, then at the street again. “I think I see them... yup.”
Sungmin was briefly reminded of Alice, but he had no time for that. He had a mob coming after him for cheese’s sake!
“Don’t worry.” The girl held on to Sungmin’s arm despite his struggling. “This was caused by your hypnotism going out of control, no?”
Before Sungmin could answer, or ask how she knew, the girl had already moved on. “I’ve never done this on so many people before. Oh, well. You owe me dango.”
And then, as Sungmin watched on with awe, she turned towards the mob and stared at them.
Yes, stared at them.
Really, stared down at them.
Sungmin was getting a little worried. The mob was practically about to mow the both of them down.
Then, it stopped.
The ahjumma right in front blinked, then wondered where the heck she was.
She wasn’t the only one. Murmurs of confusion spread across the mob.
“There.” A note of satisfaction. Sungmin blinked at the curious girl, noticing for the first time that she had the grace of a ballerina – and emerald green hair. “Done. Come on.”
“Huh?” Sungmin protested as the girl started to pull him along. “Where are you taking me?!”
“To get you a Soul.” The girl answered simply. “You obviously need one. And my shop needs customers. So come on.”
“Wait! What do you mean?”
The girl finally showed some signs of expression, she stopped, staring at Sungmin with a puzzled twitch in her eyebrow. “Why do you want to know the answers immediately? Things will reveal themselves in time. Come along.”
Sungmin shut up.
Five minutes later, the girl turned to him with a tolerant sigh. “Out with it. I can tell that you’re going to burst any time.”
“What’s your name?!” Sungmin did burst out, much to his embarrassment.
“... You may call me Eundae. You?”
“Er... my name’s Sungmin.”
“Mmm...” the girl inclined her head towards him, but Sungmin had the feeling that her mind was elsewhere. “That’s nice.”
And that was how their first meeting went.
~*~
“Seems like everything’s under control now.” Leeteuk nodded in satisfaction, as if everything that had happened was his doing. “Let’s go!”
“Hey, hey!” Heechul grabbed the leader by his arm. “Our danhobak just got kidnapped by a weird girl. Aren’t you going to do something about it?”
“Kidnapped?” Leeteuk was amused. “Surely you should have guessed what she was by now.”
“Huh? Should I?” Heechul was getting just that little bit miffed.
“She’s a hired hand.” Leeteuk clarified, before Heechul could start ranting about how the leader kept things from him.
“Oh?” Heechul contemplated this. “Oh. Yeah. She said that her shop needs customers and that Sungmin needed a Soul... Ah...”
“Yeah.” Leeteuk agreed dryly. “Ah.”
“What’s a hired hand?” Yesung looked entirely confused, of which neither of the older guys were surprised at.
“A hired hand is basically Soul or Guardians whom one can pay to be linked to.” Leeteuk explained. “Agents who prefer to work alone or don’t have the need for a partner tend to use them.”
“Huh?”
“...” Leeteuk turned to Heechul, who glared back at the Leader.
‘You’re the leader!’ was what Heechul’s look said.
‘You’re the vice-leader! This is right under your jurisdiction!’ was what Leeteuk’s look said.
Leeteuk’s look won. This time.
Heechul muttered grudgingly under his breath as he started to explain to Yesung. “Okay. Slowly this time. Hired hands equals to humans who have mutated to have powers. Understand?”
“Huh?”
The sound of a chopstick meeting thigh flesh.
“Understand?”
“Understooded.”
~*~
“Hello, BoA-unni. I brought a customer.”
Sungmin gaped. In front of him was one of the most beautiful ladies he had ever seen.
It really was something said when the lady was wearing one of the most aunty-fied outfits ever – a black baggy shirt, Bermudas and a yellow flowery apron.
“Oh? A paying one I hope.” The lady smiled at Sungmin, making his heart melt. “Good afternoon, how may I help you?”
“Er... well...” Sungmin blinked. “You can tell me where I am... and... who you are. Exactly.”
“...” BoA sighed, and cast a baleful glare at Eundae. “Where did you drag this one off the street from?”
“I saved him from a mob. He’s an unlinked Guardian. Hypnotist.” Eundae drifted off, petting a black cat that had just emerged from a door somewhere.
“Oh?” BoA raised an eyebrow at Sungmin. “You can’t control your powers yet.”
It wasn’t really a question, but Sungmin answered anyway. “Er. Yeah.”
BoA mumbled something under her breath while jotting away on her notebook. “You belong to an iDOL?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, that makes things easier. What’s the name? Who’s the leader?”
“Super Junior. Leeteuk-hyung’s the leader.”
“Leeteuk...?” for a moment Sungmin thought he saw a flash of recognition the lady’s eyes. Then it was gone as soon as it came. “Never heard of him. What’s your budget?”
“Budget?” Sungmin blinked. “I have no idea. What are we talking about anyway?”
“Something essential for you to control your hypnotism.” BoA grabbed a rubber stamp, and started to punch down with rapid speed on various papers. “A Soul. We’re getting one for you.”
“Huh?” Sungmin was thrown entirely off balance. “You can do that?”
“For the short term, yes. And I make it a policy that no permanent contracts be made during the time of the contract.” BoA nodded, “Sign here and here.”
Sungmin did as told, not really thinking.
“Okay! For the moment, only Eundae’s available.” BoA gestured to the airy Soul. “She fits your power perfectly too. Counter-hypnotism.”
“Eh?” Sungmin still wasn’t exactly sure what was going on.
“Eundae, go and cancel your temporary contract with that boy... What was his name? Dong... something?”
Eundae shrugged. “I don’t know. I only know him as Fishy.”
“Fishy?” BoA stared. “How did that come about?”
“Something about his name.” Eundae answered vaguely, before she grabbed hold of Sungmin’s hand again. “Come on. Before you hypnotise BoA-unni. She’s scary enough even when she’s not under attack.”
BoA resisted the urge to throw something at the Soul – it wouldn’t have been good to hand over damaged goods.
A head suddenly poked out of the back room, scaring BoA out of her wits. “What was that about?”
“Kangta! Don’t do that.” BoA whacked the head. “It was Eundae. She brought another customer.”
“Oh? That’s good.” A handsome looked man walked into the room, carrying boxes of drinks. “Who was it?”
“A guy named Sungmin from Super Junior.” BoA frowned. “Thing is, he said it was formed by Leeteuk.”
“Leeteuk?” Kangta looked a little lost. BoA rolled her eyes and pointed at the note pinned to a mini-blackboard that was headed with the word ‘IMPORTANT’.
“Oh. OH.” Kangta now understood. “Him. I see... do we need to tell Curione?”
“Yes, that’s the question.” BoA chuckled. “Go, Kangta! The guy who always asks the questions that have the most obvious answers.”
Kangta rolled his eyes. “I know that Curione probably already knows, but it’s just courtesy.”
“Courtesy.” BoA snorted. “So says the guy who’s always hiding in the back room when a customer comes in.”
“Hey!” Kangta poked BoA. “I’m just protecting our cover!”
WHACK!
“Ow.”
~*~
*All hope abandon, ye who enter in. (an inscription of the gate of hell)
- ‘Inferno’ by Dante
~*~
A/N: -.-||| dang... after glancing through this chapter... it reminded me I need to post up the pictures for Suju’s second house >>|||
=P Tell you guys what... I’ll do it next week! *whistles*
Oh... and bad news... I’m really busy nowadays, so from now on, Lacrimosa Terra will have bi-weekly updates instead of weekly updates. This is to ensure there won’t be a long hiatus in between... so yeah. I apologize, but it’s for your own good =D
XD Check out kirara-kun’s new fic! www.winglin.net/fanfic/dogs
Oh, and my new one-shot! www.winglin.net/fanfic/flavored_8