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~valdance

Pairing: Broken!2Hyun, KyuMi

Type: Oneshot

Rating: PG

Current mood: Wanna go to the toilet!!

Listening to: -NIL-

Summary: Kyuhyun is grateful to Zhoumi for his relaxing presence.

Warning: Heart-melting friendship(!)

Disclaimer: If I owned them, they’d be doing this in real life ㅋㅋ

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You feel your blood boiling, your hands trembling and your teeth grinding against each other as you watch your cousin Donghae come out of your room with a sheepish look on his face. “Sorry,” was all he said as he quickly scrambled out of your reach. Just as well. You were going to grab him by the collar and shake him till all his teeth fell out, then crush him into a million pieces. However, you knew you had to control yourself. Hands still trembling, you shake your head furiously as you walk into your room and approach your LG computer. You pushed the On button. The computer gave no response. You sighed.

Donghae had done it again. Broken your things. First your PSP, now this. What did your electronic stuff ever do to Donghae to get such treatment? Now you had to send them to the repair shop again. You groaned. It took a lot of your energy to stop from going up to Donghae and do to him what he did to your things.

Suddenly you felt warm arm wrap around your body. You sighed. Helf in relief and half in irritation. All you wanted right now was to be left alone to grieve for your “loss”, but at the same time you felt grateful that there was someone who could understand you.

Namely, Zhoumi.

“It’s ok, Kuixian.” Hearing your Chinese name fall from his lips made whatever anger you had evaporate. You sighed again, but this time in comfort at the presence behind you. You nodded in reply, and felt glad that you could choose such an understanding best friend.

He always came at the right time.

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You didn’t expect your first crush to reject you like that.

You approached Seohyun, with a bouquet of flowers held cautiously behind your back. Zhoumi was following you, but from a distance, because you told him you would feel very embarrassed if you went by yourself. So he followed you outside of school, and stood behind the gates as you went up to Seohyun, who was waiting for her driver to come fetch her.

“Seohyun,” you called out, meekly at first, but she didn’t hear you, so you mustered up the courage to call your name louder.

“Yes, Kyuhyun?” The innocent smile she used to greet everyone she met melted your heart. You were sure she was the right one for you.

“I.. umm..” You couldn’t bring yourself to confess to her. You felt a blush slowly spread across your face, and heard her speak up again.

“What is it? Do you have something to tell me?” She tried to look behind your back to see what you were holding, but you brought it out anyway and presented the bouquet to her.

“I.. Seohyun, I like you.” You looked up at her slowly. “Will you go out with me?” You saw her tense up, and you felt something wrong. You expected it coming.

“I like you too, Kyuhyun.” She smiled. “But I already chose Sungmin. I’m sorry.” Just then her driver came and she rushed into the car and it drove off before you could catch a last glimpse of her.

It was a kind rejection, but a rejection anyway. You felt your heart break into a million pieces on the ground, and wondered if you could ever glue them back together and become whole again.

You didn’t have to. Zhoumi picked up the pieces and returned your whole heart back again. He held your head and rested it against his shoulder, where you felt your tears flowing out.

“Don’t worry, Kuixian. It would happen to you one day, but just know that I’ll always be by your side. That’s what friends are for.”

Touched by his words, you sobbed even harder, dropping the bouquet on the ground and wrapping your arms around Zhoumi for support instead. You felt arms going around you too.

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The next 2 weeks were bad for you.

You failed 3 out of 5 of your tests, and upset your boss at the cafe you worked part-time at during the holidays.

“You are fired, young man. Fired!”

“You can’t fire me! I quit!!” You flung your apron and cap onto the floor before stomping out of the cafe, fuming. You wished you could punch the faces of the people who were mumbling about you now.

Reaching your home, you went into your room and slammed the door shut, falling onto the bed, and abusing your pillows like it was the last thing you’d ever do.

When you calmed down, the first person you thought of was Zhoumi. You piced up the phone with shaking hands and dialed his number. You didn’t care if he was on a holiday, while you were working to save for college, you had to speak to him hear his voice. After all, he was your best friend.

“Kuixian?”

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The next morning, your alarm clock rang at 7:00am. You growled and reached out to stop it, but someone had stopped it before you did. Still sleepy, you looked up at the figure standing in front of you.

“Zhoumi?!?!?!” Any sleepiness you had left disappeared immediately. You were shocked, but extremely elated at the same time. You rushed to sit up, and knocked your head painfully against something hard. You realized that you feel asleep while crying and left the phone on the bed. Strong, slender arms stabled you and soon you were calm enough and settled in a sitting position.

“Kuixian, I got your call last night and I sort of guessed that you needed me around so I flew back last night.” Zhoumi shrugged and smiled down at you. He was right. Sooo right. You leaned forward and captured him in a hug.

“But what about your parents you were visiting in China?”

“I just told them something happened in school and I had to rush back. It was no biggie. The fact you’re alright is all that matters to me.”

“Oh, Zhoumi..” You smiled into his shoulder, thinking once again, I’m glad to have a friend like you.

FIN

A/N: Haha wrote this in about 40 minutes or so.. Suddenly thought of a plot and decided to write it down before I forgot!! I decided at the last minute not to put in any love inside it, only friendship, because I didn’t feel like writing love just now. Heehee~ I hope you like it^^

Pairing: Bandfic, Kangteuk, EunKiHae, YeWook, SiHanChul, QMiMin.

Type: Chaptered 1/3

Rating: PG-15 for this chapter~

Current mood: Serious.

Listening to: Calling Out – f(Luna + Krystal)

Summary: Kangteuk never have a moment to themselves.

A/N: Trying out a banficccc

Warning: Ermm… Ah-hem. o.O

Disclaimer: If I owned Eunhyuk, I wouldn’t have to be writing this.

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“Finally,” Leeteuk rested his head on Kangin’s lap on the sofa, eyes fluttering to a close. It had been 2 weeks since he’d had a gap in his schedule since the heavy promotion of Sorry Sorry. Now, he only wanted to spend quality alone time with his favourite member, Kangin.

“Finally what?” Kangin barely hid a huge yawn escaping from his mouth.

“Finally we get a gap in our schedules at the same time and now I want to be with you.” Leeteuk turned his head up and smiled at Kangin, who smiled back sleepily.

“Mm-hm.” Kangin smiled back. He ran his fingers through Leeteuk’s hair, relishing the soft silkiness of it.

“Oh, Kangin…” Leeteuk sighed before he felt his eyelids close by themselves and they both fall asleep. Almost.

“Leeteuk HYUUUUUUNG!!!!” Eunhyuk ran up to the sofa where the two of them were, sobbing hard. He threw himslef onto Leeteuk’s body lying down, and Leeteuk felt his shirt soaking through with Eunhyuk’s tears.

“Yahh yahh yahh get off me!” Leeteuk yelped as he felt Eunhyuk ruining his favourite white shirt.

“Hyung…” Eunhyuk whimpered. He had this weird look on his face, like a lost puppy, rejected, with tears staining his cheeks and eyes red, that Leeteuk immediately felt something soften in his heart, and forgave him in his mind immediately.

“What is it?” He tried to sound as if he really cared, but it came out short and annoyed instead. He hoped that wouldn’t affect Eunhyuk’s emotions any further than it already was.

“Donghae… He…” Eunhyuk sniffed, and pointed towards the direction of the room Leeteuk and Donghae were sharing. “Kibum…” Eunhyuk started wailing again, this time into Kangin’s shirt instead, and Kangin immediately leapt of the sofa and pushed him away. Leeteuk gave Kangin a fierce look before taking Eunhyuk into his arms.

“It’s ok it’s ok…” He said nervously, trying to calm Eunhyuk down, who looked like he was going to throw a fit any time soon. “What’s happening with Donghae and Kibum? They bullied you?” He asked that, even though it was obviously not that. Eunhyuk was always the one bullying Donghae.

“No..” Eunhyuk shook his head in Leeteuk’s chest, spreading the tears over a wider surface area over Leeteuk’s shirt. The leader winced, but still patted Eunhyuk’s head lightly.

“They are…kissing…” Eunhyuk broke out into fresh tears again. Kangin had stomped off into his own room, not before telling Eunhyuk to shut up and to please for God’s sake talk to Leeteuk properly and stop wailing like a girl. Leeteuk wondered how a small boy like Eunhyuk could hold so much tears. Wait a minute. Just hold on for one minute. Donghae and Kibum are…kissing?

“Kissing?!” Leeteuk exclaimed. “What??!” He had always thought it was Eunhae. Since when did a KiHae pop out? “Is Kibum drunk?” Was the first thing he thought out loud.

“No he’s not.” Eunhyuk shook his head again. Ok, Leeteuk should stop asking questions now, lest his whole shirt got soaked. “Perfectly sober. I think I’m scarred for life, hyung.”

“It’s only kissing.” He said carefully, and immediately regretted it. For now Eunhyuk had started pounding him with his fists all over his chest. Owch!

“ONLY??! MY DONGHAE IS OOOONLY KISSING WITH THAT IDIOT OF A KIBUM??!!!” Eunhyuk pushed himself away from Leeteuk and ran into his room, slamming the door as he went. Leeteuk rubbed his sore chest, wincing in pain. He decided to check this whole kissing thing out. He tip-toed to his and Donghae’s room. The door was not locked. Not even closed, it was slightly open.

Leeteuk pushed the door a little to see inside. He gasped when he saw the sight in front of him. It took him a few seconds to comprehend what he was seeing, he couldn’t believe it. Donghae and Kibum were engaged in a steamy make out session. “What the-??!!” He couldn’t help saying it out loud. The both of them stopped abruptly, spinning their heads in Leeteuk’s direction. Donghae blushed incredibly hard and jumped into the bed, burying his head in the pillow. Kibum simply walked out of the room, giving Leeteuk a why-are-you-staring-you-mean-you-haven’t-seen-two-guys-make-out-before look. Leeteuk’s mouth opened and closed in shock, just like a fish.

Soon, though, he managed to compose himself before walking up to Donghae. He put on his most leader-like voice before saying, “Donghae-yahh. What did you think you were doing with Kibum?”

“Shrofry-” Donghae said something into his pillow, sounding something along the lines of an apology to Leeteuk. He just wanted to let Donghae’s embarrassment fade off and go calm Kangin down, but this was part of being the leader of a group. Others before self. Even though he’d gladly crumple the self-imposed rule and throw it down the rubbish chute. He sighed, audibly.

“Donghae-yahh…” He didn’t know what to say, how to continue. “I’m not against you kissing other guys or anything…” He wrung his hands uncomfortably. Speaking with someone other than Kangin about such a touchy matter just felt, well, wrong, to him. “You know.. But you let Eunhyuk down. And how he’s upset.”

“Eunhyuk?” Donghae looked up from the pillow, fringe ruffled, cheeks still bright red from before. Then he crashed back into the pillow, mumbling, “What about him?”

“Well he’s, you know. Upset. That you didn’t spend enough time with him. And now here you are…” Leeteuk gestured towards Donghae’s figure, all hunched up and Leeteuk didn’t know if he was hiding from embarrassment or crying. Donghae shifted a little, obviously uncomfortable in his current position, and lay flat down on the bed, and now real sobs were escaping from his mouth, muffled by the pillow, but still, sobs.

“KANGIN HYUNG!!!!!” Leeteuk jumped up when he heard the high-pitched voice yelling from the kitchen. Oh no, he thought. Fresh food maniac out of control again. Kangin is in deep shit. He was torn between staying and solving this EunKiHae thing, and helping Kangin out and calming Ryeowook down. He hoped Yesung didn’t have a schedule now, and could help him for the time being. Thankfully, he heard Yesung’s low, clear voice.

“Ryeowook-ahh, calm down.”

“HYUNG!” Ryeowook almost whined. “How can I calm down when Kangin-hyung is hiding a stash of instant ramen in the back of the cupboard??! UGH!”

Leeteuk really pitied Yesung now, but there was nothing he could do about it till later. He decided to help Donghae out first. “So what actually happened? Donghae?” The latter had turned his body and now sat up at the side of the bed, legs dangling. His face was still bright red, his whole head of hair ruffled now, and he had a forlorn look in his eyes.

“Donghae? Tell me what happened. And why. It’s my job to help you.” Leeteuk walked over to Donghae and gingerly sat down next to him on the bed. Surprisingly (shockingly), he was scared to sit near Donghae, because of what he saw just 10 minutes ago, and was afraid Donghae would suddenly pounce on him and violate him.

“It’s not me, hyung. It’s Kibum.” Donghae had a strained voice, his eyes were glazed over, like someone stole his soul or something. “Ki. Bum.” He whispered the name again, and Leeteuk sensed this was not out of lust, or respect, but fear.

“What about Kibum?” Leeteuk resisted bombarding him with all the questions in his head right now. He had been in Donghae’s position before (he was sure he had), and would hate too many questions. So he stuck to the topic.

“He just…he just…” Donghae paused, and Leeteuk started counting the seconds, in his head. One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Ei-

And Donghae leapt out of the bed, and ran out of the room, screaming Eunhyuk’s real name. “Hyukjae yahhh!!” He heard the door open violently, and the cry of Eunhyuk as Donghae crushed him in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry I’m really very sorry hyung I love you I love you I love you…” Donghae’s grip on Eunhyuk didn’t relax, until Eunhyuk said, “I..Donghae…can’t…breathe…” And let out a huge gush of air as Donghae finally loosened his grip.

“Ok Donghae…” Eunhyuk held the smaller boy’s shoulders, firmly but gently. “Just…don’t do this again, okay?” He leaned in, and claimed back what was his.

After that, Donghae was the happiest person in the world. Leeteuk sighed in relief at the young boy’s cries of joy. Well, speaking to Kibum and finding out what happened could always come later. He winced when Ryeowook’s voice filled the house again.

“You could always ask me to cook something for you!!!” Ryeowook looked like he wanted to slap Kangin when Leeteuk walked into the kitchen.

“But I miss my instant ramen, and no one can stop me from taking any.” Kangin hollered back, now he couldn’t take it anymore. “What’s up with you and your OCD?! I can’t stand it anymore, Kim Ryeowook! You’re gonna have to let me do what I want. You can’t stop me.” He finished simply, and stormed out of the kitchen, grabbing Leeteuk’s shoulder and turning the leader’s body around.

Kangin steered Leeteuk to their room, his other hand still holding his open packet of instant ramen. He threw it onto the floor with an air of vengeance. Leeeteuk squatted down to pick it up, then put it on their dresser. He frowned at Kangin, who was eyeing Leeteuk’s movements, while breathing heavily. He was still upset with Ryeowook. Leeteuk sighed.

“Youngwoo-” He started, but Kangin interrupted him.

“It’s Kangin, hyung! Kangin! And if you’re gonna reprimand me for shouting at Ryeowook, I’m sorry! But I just want to make it clear to him that he’s not the king of the kitchen! And he can do whatever to the other members, but he can’t do it to me! I can eat what I want! It’s my body, not HIS!” With that, Kangin turned around and punched the wall behind him, yelling out in anger.

“Yahh!! Stop it! Young-KANGIN!” Leeteuk grabbed Kangin’s arm and summoned all his strength just to stop him from driving his hand into the wall again. Luckily, the wall didn’t crack, but unfortunately, Kangin’s hand did. Kangin’s knuckles were bleeding, and Leeteuk immediately took out his antiseptic cream from the dresser.

“I just don’t want to eat secretly anymore.” He had calmed down a lot after that punch, and Leeteuk was wondering if he could buy something for Kangin to punch everytime he got angry, if it was this easy to calm him down.

Leeteuk gently spread the cream over Kangin’s hand. The latter didn’t wince in pain, he just stared blankly at Leeteuk’s fingers moving swiftly over his hand, white with the cream. He sighed.

“Go and apologize to Ryeowook later, okay?” Leeteuk screwed the cap of the tube closed, and placed it neatly in the drawer. Kangin, nodded. Leeteuk didn’t think he really registered what he asked him to do, but that was alright. He could always ask him again later. He stood up and left Kangin in the room as he walked to the kitchen to check on things.

“Is Ryeowook okay?” He asked Yesung, who was sitting at the dining table outside reading the newspaper. Yesung nodded, and gestured his head towards the kitchen, saying, “At times like these, it’s better to leave him alone. You can talk to him if you want.” Leeteuk nodded, and proceeded to the kitchen-

Where he found Ryeowook, going through all the cupboards and larders and the fridge to see if anyone kept any other instant foods inside the house. There was a fierce sparkle in his eyes, and Leeteuk could see that the rubbish bag beside him was already filled halfway. He didn’t know that the other members purposely defied the Eternal Magnae like that. He for one didn’t. So he was surprised, and felt a pang for Ryeowook.

“Ryeowook-ah, I’m sorry.” He felt awkward, feeling as if he sounded like one of Ryeowook’s relatives passed away (touch wood!) and that he was mourning. “Kangin just doesn’t like people to-”

“Then if he likes he can live on the 12th floor. I won’t be there to “harass” him then.” Ryeowook emphasized “harass” very fiercely, and Leeteuk got taken aback by that sentence. The Ryeowook he knew was quiet and polite, and didn’t dare to answer back. Who knew instant food could make him like that.

“Ryeowook,” he put on leader-voice, hoping Ryeowook would stop doing what he was doing and listen to him. Unfortunately, he didn’t. Ryeowook picked up the rubbish bag, tied a dead knot, and put his shoes on. He was going downstairs to dispose of the junk food. Leeteuk stared after him, appalled.

“He’ll be alright once he comes back.” Yesung had stepped into the kitchen, newspaper neatly folded and tucked under his arm. “He’s always like that. You’d better get used to it, hyung.” He winked at the leader, who blinked his eyes in disbelief.

“He’ll be back soon, throwing out rubbish doesn’t take him 5 minutes.” Yesung walked back out again.

Leeteuk decided that he’d never ever not listen to Ryeowook. Ever again. With that thought, he nodded his head in satisfaction and went back to his room. Time to find Kibum.

Pairing: YeWook

Type: Chaptered 3 final

Rating: PG-13

Current mood: Excited!!!

Listening to: 니가 아니면 안돼 It Has to be You – Yesung

Summary: Ryeowook finds shelter, in the form of Yesung.

Warning: Comfort~

A/N: Ending!! Must. Continue. Marry. U. Ugh.

Disclaimer: If I own Eunhyuk, then he’s a girl.

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Ryeowook comes to school the next day, Friday, and he’s relieved to see Yesung’s made it. Okay, well, in a crutch and a cast on his leg but well, he’s made it to school.

“Hyung…” Ryeowook walked up to him, not knowing what to say because he’s responsible for what happened, and Yesung shouldn’t have saved him, whether he thought he should or not.

“Ryeowook! I’m glad you made it to school today. I was worried you wouldn’t.” Yesung enveloped Ryeowook in a tight, bone-crushing hug.

“Hyung..” Ryeowook pushed away from Yesung, tears brimming the rims of his eyes. “Are you okay? I thought you’d-” he couldn’t continue as tears started streaming down his face.

“Ryeowook!” Yesung was taken aback by the sight. The wiped Ryeowook’s tears away with his thumbs. “Don’t cry. It’s okay. Hyung is okay. Don’t cry, huh, Ryeowookie? Okay?” Yesung held Ryeowook’s head and rested it against the nape of his neck.

“Hyung…” Ryeowook was starting to feel embarrassed by his actions. They were in school, by the lockers. He lifted his head away from Yesung’s neck.

“Come, Ryeowook. Go for class.” Yesung didn’t notice Ryeowook’s embarrassment. He held Ryeowook’s hand, the other hand gripping his crutch, and led Ryeowook to Higher Biology class. Wolf-whistles could be heard around them, and Ryeowook blushed even harder.

Yesung didn’t seem to care.

Ryeowook saw that Kangin, Kibum and Kyuhyun were not there.

“Hyung.” He said, pointing to the three empty seats just 2 rows behind them. Yesung turned his head around, a smirk showing slightly on his face.

“I know.” Yesung turned back around. “I finally worked up the courage to report them. Because of you.” He made sure Ryeowook didn’t hear his last sentence. Ryeowook turned his head towards Yesung and smiled a grateful smile.

“Thank you, hyung.” Ryeowook’s voice was filled with sincerity.

No, thank you, Yesung thought. For letting me learn how to care.

Druing class, he remembered all those times where he just turned his head away from the damage. The torn school bags, the abused books, the waterlogged desks, the broken new students, Yesung shuddered. He couldn’t believe he’d let this continue for so long. Three years. It took him three years to realize what he didn’t do.

Yesterday, he decided that this couldn’t continue any longer. He had gone up to the teacher and basically did what he detested doing: talking to her. But it helped. Now that they were sorted out, Higher Biology wasn’t the most dreaded class on the list to go to now.

He took himself to the doctors’ after that, who had insisted he be hospitalized, but Yesung insisted otherwise, and the doctor couldn’t really say anything. He just put Yesung in a cast, and crutches, along with some ointment, and asked him to hope for the best, which Yesung said he would. He couldn’t really tell the doctor that there was someone he was more worried about than himself. Ryeowook.

He turned his head to the right to see Ryeowook next to him, copying down notes neatly and slowly, his other hand pushing his glasses up. Yesung smiled. He knew he had done the right thing.

Fin.

Note: I hope this is okay now??

Pairing: YeWook~~=3

Type: Chaptered 2

Rating:

Current mood: Squashed

Listening to: 至少还有你 – Super Junior M

Summary: Yesung suffers mentally. Ryeowook suffers both physically and mentally. Mwahahahahaha~!! =X

Warning: Painful physical abuse. Character almost-death.

A/N: Adapted from true story. That Yang laoshi made us hear. Except I changed mine to more physical.

Disclaimer: Someone get me Eunhyuk/Ryeowook/Kyuhyun for Easter??? Or all three??? *starry eyes*

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“Ryeowook-ahh… Wait for me okay?” Yesung ran into the toilet.

“Okay.” He took Yesung’s books from him and watched the figure disappear behind the door.

“Hellooo there…” Ryeowook felt hot breath down his neck, and jumped in shock. He heard laughter behind him, and spun around. Kangin, Kibum and Kyuhyun stood towering over him, making him feel smaller. He wanted to dash to the toilet, but his feet were frozen. He immediately wished Yesung would suddenly appear by his side and protect him. He only felt safe when Yesung was around.

He heard about KKK. From Yesung, who had all the stories at the tip of his tongue.

“I’m Kangin.” The big, burly one in the middle smiled, showing his perfect set of shiny, white teeth. Suddenly Ryeowook was reminded of the wolf in Little Red Riding-hood, and didn’t know why.

“Kibum.” The one on Kangin’s left drawled lazily, arms folded across his chest, showing muscles straining against the thin material of his shirt. Ryeowook swallowed nervously.

“Kyuhyun here!” The one on the left, most probably the youngest one, spoke up cheerfully. Wait. Cheerfully? He seemed pretty laid back and happy, not like someone who was going to rip his insides out in the next few seconds. That made Ryeowook even more nervous.

“H-Hi?” He mewled, softly. Somehow, his voice disappeared under all that nervousness. Yesung’s books involuntarily fell from his hands. Why weren’t any of the students or teachers coming to stop them?!

“Hey, your books fell.” Kyuhyun bent down to pick them up. Ryeowook’s eyes widened in surprise at Kyuhyun’s act of kindness, then turned to pure shock and horror as he then proceeded to open them and shred the pages roughly with his hands.

“They’re Yesung-hyung’s boo-” He tried to say, before he felt Kangin’s hand grip the collar of his shirt, twisting his hands and tightening painfully. Ryeowook could feel the material rubbing mercilessly against his neck, causing excruciating friction. A piercing scream burst out of his mouth. He didn’t really hear himself screaming – his eyes glazed over as suddenly a pair of hands grabbed his wrists, and twisted them in one short, swift motion. He let out another yell, but he didn’t register it either, now he heard laughter coming from the three grown men, taking joy in bullying him. Violently and physically.

Then he felt all that pressure being released at once, and another voice – Yesung! Oh Yesung! Finally! – yelling at them to stop, and suddenly his mind became clear and fully conscious, registering everything that was going on around him. The screams, the yells, the kicking and punching… Ryeowook instinctively grabbed the nearest arm that came past him. They shouldn’t be fighting like that. They’d get into trouble. Only now he’d get into more trouble, because the arm that he’d grabbed had belonged to none other than Kibum. The man turned around roughly, hitting Ryeowook’s shoulder hard as he did, and Ryeowook’s body was flung to the side as he imagined hitting the hard marble floor below-

Then suddenly arms were around him, soft, slender but muscular arms wrapped around his waist, and pulled him up. They were Yesung’s. The first thing he saw of Yesung was his face. Sweating profusely, red and strained with the strength taken to push off the three of them, lips whispering something to him. Urgently.

“Run, Ryeowook! Run!“

Ryeowook tried to stand up, to follow what Yesung had told him to do. He stood up, but his knees buckled and he collapsed on the ground again, a groan escaping his throat. His hands broke his fall, but it did no good to Ryeowook as he put pressure on his wrists, where Kibum had twisted.

He pushed his knees forward, to try and balance himself and get up, but the pairing searing through his wrists was too much to bear – he went sprawling forwards as his face hit the floor again. He was so weak, he hated himself for it.

“Ryeowook!” He barely heard Yesung’s voice call out to him in worry as he tried to command as much energy as possible into his arms and legs to get up and run away. He pushed himself up with a loud groan, stumbling to his feet. He wanted to run, but also wanted to make sure Yesung was alright.

Yesung was pinned against the wall by Kangin with one hand, while his other hand was aiming slap after slap at his face, bright purple bruises blooming on the caramel-coloured skin. Blood trickled from his chin, and his eyes were fluttering closed. Ryewook was afraid. He wanted to help Yesung. But he was too frightened. He had to go. As he turned around, he felt something clench tightly at his heart as he heard Yesung let out a yell at the sudden knee in the crotch Kangin aimed at him.

“Where d’you think you’re going, princess?” It was Kyuhyun, an evil grin spread across his face. “We need to let you know one thing before you abandon your hyung here.” He grabbed Ryeowook’s locks, yanking them hard and eliciting a scream from Ryeowook. “The KKK are the ones that give orders here. Not the other way round.” He eaned his head closer to Ryeowook’s, and the latter felt hot breath on his ear. “And that means us.”

“AHH!!” Ryeowook lost his balance as Kyuhyun suddenly let go of his hair. He fell again, cursing under his breath. Kyuhyun stepped on his stomach, pressing down hard, before kicking a battered Ryeowook out of his path and walking away, leaving before Kibum and Kangin.

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“You’ve never cared about a new student so much before, huh, Yesung?”Kangin sneered at him. Yesung flinched. He also didn’t know why he went and saved Ryeowook. He should’ve just slipped away when they were on Ryeowook, and not suffer any serious physical injuries.

“I just felt that you three have taken it too far.” Yesung reached out and pushed Kangin back, just when he was least expecting it. Kangin looked shocked, stumbling backward, before anger creeped back on his face, more furious than ever.

“What the HECK was that for?!” Kangin’s fury was directed at Yesung. Each puch, each kick and each curse word hurt so badly, but in Yesung’s mind he could only worry about Ryeowook, he had not run yet. And he had Kibum to worry about to, since Kyuhyun left. This made all his resolution come together, and suddenly Yesung couldn’t take it anymore. He focused all his energy into that one shove, and Kangin fell backwards, groaning. Yesung ran towards Ryeowook, propped him against the wall, and kicked Kibum once to immobilize him.

“Hyung… Where are you going?” Ryeowook whispered weakly.

“I’m getting sick of all these years of watching others suffer. Can you get up? And go home by yourself?” Ryeowook nodded weakly, slowly getting up, Yesung’s strong arms holding him. He gave Ryeowook a quick check for any serious injuries, but fortunately, there were none. Yesung patted Ryeowook on the shoulder before limping off.

Ryeowook called his mum, who looked very anxious seeing him like that. Somehow he managed to convince her that he fell down in the slippery toilet, and got the bruise on his face. He was relieved he was wearing long sleeves that day., so she couldn’t see the extent of the violence bestowed on him.

But only one thing was on his mind as he leaned back in the soft leather seat of the car: Yesung.

Pairing: YeWook

Type: Chaptered 1

Rating: PG for this chapter

Current mood: Hungry

Listening to: Sakura Girl – NEWS

Summary: Yesung meets Ryeowook, and forgets about the KKK.

Warning: Danger alert!!!

A/N: Pun on KKK. In real life it stands for the Ku Klux Klan, who were evil. In my fic, it stands for Kangin, Kibum, Kyuhyun, who bully people… >.<*

Disclaimer: I own EunHae and YeWook. Oops is that a pig flying??!

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“Hey look!” Kangin leaned over to Kyuhyun, sitting next to him, pointing at the new boy in class. “There’s a new kid.”

“So?” Kyuhyun’s eyes were still fastened on his PSP, fingers flying over the buttons, trying to bust another player on his RPG game.

“Look, it’s another one. Who does not know KKK.” Kangin smirked.

“Huh. Okay.” Kyuhyu’s fingers were still active. “Yes yes yes… Twice more… BUSTED!” He punched a fist into the air.

“Aish never mind.” Kangin turned to Kibum, who was on the right of him. “New kid. KKK can prep him up for class.”

“How?” Kibum spoke in a low voice, sleepily.

“Well, like this.” Kangin started whispering plans to Kibum, and a smile was slowly spreading across his face.

“Does Kyuhyun know about this yet?” Kangin shook his head. “Go tell him now! Before he finds another one.”

“Yahh!” Kangin snatched the PSP out of Kyuhyun’s hands, and after a yell of protest, Kyuhyun’s anger had almost all dissipated when Kangin told him what was going to happen.

“We need to let him learn what being in Higher Biology feels like. Anyway, he doesn’t yet know to respect us.” Kangin nodded his head in triumph.

“Let’s.” Kyuhyun and Kibum said together, and exchanged hi-fives.

Yesung, who was sitting two rows in front of the KKK trio quietly reading a book, rolled. He cast a sorry look at the new kid, Kim Ryeowook, who sat not far from him, going through the Higher Biology textbook studiously. He looked so sweet, so innocent, not knowing what was going on.

It had been like that for all the new students who entered the Higher Biology class: they got into the class, KKK played a serious prank on them, they either left the class or lived in fear of KKK. Most of the time it was both. But Yesung didn’t really care much. He never got pranked by the trio, so he never really understood how the new students suffered.

But for this Ryeowook, it was different. The young boy looked so thin, so fragile, like he could break into pieces if you raised your voice over 3 decibels. He had black-framed glasses perched on his nose, and Yesung saw him push them up, then that same hand flipped a page of the book. He didn’t look older then 16 – he must be very smart to have made it into the class this semester then. Yesung actually felt a pang for that little boy. However, he immediately shook it off his head, what was going to happen was going to happen, he wasn’t going to be there to stop it. Even if it was for some small, glass-like nerdy boy whom Yesung had a good impression of.

During break, Yesung approached the new boy, and introduced himself to him. “Hi Ryeowook. I’m Yesung.” He put out a small hand.

Ryeowook stared at it apprehensively, then shook it lightly. “Hi.” He looked up at the taller boy, eyes almost afraid, not knowing what to do.

Yesung chuckled. “You know, you can be comfortable around me. Just relax. I’ll show you the way to your next class if you don’t know it. By the way, how old are you?” He smiled warmly at the young boy.

All it took was this introduction before Ryeowook began to latch himself onto Yesung, like a lost puppy. It turned out that they also shared Arts class and Physics together, and Ryeowook was clearly more than grateful for that. Yesung found out that he had skipped 2 years and was now studying the same grade as himself, only he was 2 years younger. He was smart, but not nerdy, though. He had a sweet, quiet personality, and listened to whatever Yesung had to offer. He also had his own share of jokes, and his laughter was clear and pure in Yesung’s ears. Yesung soon developed the habit of ruffling Ryeowook’s hair when they parted, and liked seeing Ryeowook pout at that, frantically trying to arrange his hair.

He forgot about what he heard from Kangin’s mouth. This was when the trouble started.

Pairing: HyukMin

Type: drabble

Rating: G

Current mood: Full and happy =D

Summary: Brotherly love from Sungmin to Eunhyuk.

Warning: No warning. Lovely story, I hope. Epic FAIL ending… T^T

A/N: Sudden inspiration… I hope you like this pairing.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the boys, which may be quite fortunate for them… O.O

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Eunhyuk curled up onto his bed, hugging his pillow tightly, blanket pulled up to his shoulders. He was in a staring competition with his Winnie the Pooh teddy bear.

“You think you’re mocking me, huh? Seeing me alone like this. You like it, huh?” Eunhyuk clutched his pillow even tighter. “You like it, that Junsu left me for Japan and Donghae’s in China right? You like mocking me when I have no one to talk to, huh? You like to tease me about my best friends abandoning me, huh? You-you-” Eunhyuk finally couldn’t control his emotions and started crying. He rubbed his tears off roughly with one hand, still staring at Winnie the Pooh.

“You think it’s very funny, huh? Seeing a grown guy cry like this. You like seeing my ugly face, all red and blotched up with crying, right? You want to laugh at me. Go on, laugh. I don’t care.” Eunhyuk reached out and pushed his Winnie the Pooh off the bed. He buried his head in his pillow and started mumbling Junsu and Donghae’s names, tears soaking the soft material.

“Hyukjae-yah..” A voice called out to him from the door. Eunhyuk stopped mumbling, but he didn’t stop crying. All his muscles froze, and he proceeded to try and hide his face.

“Hyukjae-yah, what’s wrong?” The voice was getting closer now. Closer. Eunhyuk could now recognize his voice – Sungmin. He felt a dip on his bed – Sungmin had sat down. He didn’t like it that Sungmin had the uncanny ability to know whether something was wrong with someone, even though Eunhyuk was making it quite obvious now.

“Sungmin-hyung…” Eunhyuk murmured. Now he felt more alone than ever, he felt more vulnerable and weak than ever. He just wanted someone to protect him now.

“Aww Hyukjae-yahh, tell me what’s the problem. You know hyung can always listen to you.” Yes, had always listened to his problems, however trivial they seem to be, however strong Eunhyuk’s feelings were, Sungmin always knew how to listen, and Eunhyuk always felt much better after talking to Sungmin, even if Sungmin didn’t say much.

Sungmin reached over and slipped his arms around Eunhyuk’s waist, pulling him closer. He hugged the crying boy tightly. Eunhyuk let go of his pillow, and turned to face Sungmin. “Hyung..”

“You’ve been crying. Why?” Sungmin pulled Eunhyuk’s head to his shoulder, he could cry there. “Is it Donghae?”

Sungminc could feel Eunhyuk nodding. “And Junsu. They abandoned me. They left, and didn’t call me. Or text me.” Sungmin felt the material of his silk shirt soaking through, Eunhyuk’s tears were very warm.

“You know they miss you too, Hyuk. Know that.” Sungmin smiled over Eunhyuk’s head. “Remember what Donghae told us before he left?”

“What?” Eunhyuk’s mind was blank. He forgot what Donghae said. That made him panic.

“He told us that he’d miss us all, then he added that he’d especially miss you. Remember?” Sungmin stroked Eunhyuk’s head.

“Mm.” Eunhyuk finally remembered. Hearing Donghae’s voice in his head made him all warm and fuzzy on the inside. He wrapped his arms around Sungmin, hugging him back.

“And I don’t know about Junsu, but he has a lot on his hands right now. But I’m sure he’ll be able to keep part of his heart open for you, Hyuk.” Sungmin kissed Eunhyuk lightly on his forehead.

“Thank you, hyung.” A wave of exhaustion, along with relief, suddenly came over Eunhyuk and he fell asleep in Sungmin’s arms.

Sungmin sighed, feeling the steady, warm breathing on his shoulder. He smiled down at the boy in front of him. He’d be alright again when he woke up.

Pairing: YeWook

Type: Drabble

Rating: G

Summary: Even if you seem like you’re neglecting me, you’re not…right?

Disclaimer: I own the plot, SME own the boys. Talk about unfairness.

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Ryeowook’s in China, and Yesung misses him like hell.

[Ryeowook ahh~ When are you coming back??]

[Busy, hyung.]

[So you won't be coming back soon???]

[I don't know. Maybe.]

[Wookie~ Why haven't you been calling me??]

[Busy! I told you, hyung!]

[Don't get so agitated, Ryeowook ahh...]

[Ok ok hyung. Don't reply. Next schedule up.]

Throwing the phone onto the floor, he buried his head in the pillow and fell asleep crying.

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[Hyung, I'm really very sorry about this morning. I love you.]

He blinked back his tears and smiled.

[Love you too, Wook. =)]

[=D]

A/N: Really short drabble I wrote in Assembly ages ago… >_<

Pairing: YeWook

Type: Chaptered 3 (last)

Rating: PG-13

Current mood: Cheeky

Listening to: Run Devil Run – Girls’ Generation

Summary: The confession~

Warning: Extreme skin-ship. Mwahahahaha. Don’t worry. Safe for innocent eyes.

A/N: Now you know the extent of my corruptness…O.O

Disclaimer: I own the plot, SME own the boys. Talk about unfairness.

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“Just… I guess I don’t have to tell you this. Make yourself at home.” Jongwoon smiled as he led Ryeowook into his house for the umpteenth time. Ryeowook smiled back (as always), and greeted Jongwoon’s parents, before going up to Jongwoon’s room. There, he said hello to Ddang Kko Ma, Jongwoon’s pet turtle, before putting his things down next to Jongwoon’s keyboard.

Jongwoon sat down at his study table, and pulled out folders from his bag. His mum would come in and bring them snacks of fruit and drinks. Then they would start doing their work. Normally, when people do group studies, they usually digress and talk about other things instead of doing their work. But the 2 of them….really did their work. The whole room was silent, and only the soft whir of the air-conditioner could be heard, other than Ryeowook playing the piano when composing. Jongwoon just crouched over his work, engrossed in it like a nerd, and Ryeowook was facing the other side, busily rubbing off notes here, and adding more notes there. Occasionally, either one of them would sigh, but the other would never ask what.

This silence was not awkward. In fact, it was peaceful. They did not need to talk; knowing that the other was there was more than enough for the both of them. They enjoyed each others silent company. 3 hours later, it would be time for Ryeowook to go back to his house to have dinner and go to bed. They would ask each other how much work they’d have left, and then Ryeowook would say goodbye, and the door would close with a soft click. Jongwoon would always stare at the door for a moment, before turning back around to finish off his homework. They were both good, studious boys. You could say that.

That night, however, it was different.

It wasn’t time for Ryeowook to go yet, but the younger had finished his work. Under normal circumstances, Ryeowook would just go back home early. Jongwoon would most likely have finished his homework, too, and would go to the keyboard and close it, then read the book that he always had with him. But just as Ryeowook was about to leave after they’d said their goodbyes, Jongwoon spoke up.

“Ryeo…wook-ah!” He called out, just before Ryeowook could close the door fully.

“Yes, hyung?” Ryeowook opened the door a little more and poked his head in. Jongwoon thought how cute he looked doing that.

“Ah- Um. Uh..” Jongwoon could feel heat creeping up his cheeks. He didn’t know what to say.

“If it’s nothing, then I’ll go.” Ryeowook waited a bit more.

“Wait!” Jongwoon yelled out, then immediately got out of his chair. Standing in an awkward position, he finally asked. “Could you stay…um…a bit longer? Until it’s time for you to go, I mean.”

“Ok! Sure.” Ryeowook smiled, and walked back into the room. He plopped his bag back onto the floor, and sat down on a chair. The pianist picked up a drink. “Why?”

“Oh.. I just thought that..um..you know…’cause I finished my work too…” Jongwoon tried to say a long sentence, but he stuck in the wrong bits at the wrong time.

“…that..um..you know…we could talk?” He was relieved to have finally finished his sentence.

“Ok! We don’t normally talk much during these times, really. When I go to your house.” Ryeowook realized suddenly. “In fact, not at all.”

“Except how much homework we’d had left.” Jongwoon chuckled in embarrassment.

“So, what do you wanna talk about?” Ryeowook seemed interested to start a conversation.

“Actually… I wanted to tell you something.” Should I tell? Should I not? Aww this is giving me a headache. Just get it over with. Jongwoon mentally knocked himself in the head.

“Ooh what?” Jongwoon really thought Ryeowook looked cute. He saw the curve of his high cheek bones, the raised, curious eyebrows, the hand resting on his chin, it looked…perfect. Flawless. And he was just in front of Jongwoon.

“Call me Yesung.” Jongwoon sort of demanded. Suddenly.

“Ex..cuse me?” Ryeowook tilted his head to the side.

“Just…do it.”

“Ye-Yesung?” The clear, high voice. It rang in Jongwoon’s ears. Inside, he immediately realized that Ryeowook meant something much more to him than he originally thought.

The older man walked towards Ryeowook. Slowly, but surely. He knelled down, and closened the gap between each of their faces. He saw Ryeowook take a sharp breath out of pure shock. He didn’t dare to make any kind of expression on his face, lest the younger man interpret it wrongly.

“I..” Ryeowook could feel the warm breath on his face, the caramel smell of the other’s breath hit his nose. His heart started beating very fast. He wanted to slow it down – it was so loud, Jongwoon could have heard it.

Courageously, Jongwoon put a hand on the younger’s small face, and suddenly felt that he was too fragile, and that he shouldn’t press too hard, for the boy in front of him might shatter like glass. Ryeowook didn’t change his expression. The younger just froze there, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“…love you.” Ryeowook wanted to use his arm to wave Jongwoon off; he was frightened by the older singer’s close proximity to his face. But somehow, his whole body was frozen solid – only his heart had melted. Melted for Jongwoon, melted by his want, his need for the boy in front of him – Kim Jongwoon.

Said Kim Jongwoon leaned forward, and finally closed the gap between their lips. The younger felt the warm of hand from his cheek slowly shift to his neck, and back up into his hair, tangling in his locks. He felt Jongwoon’s other hand move to his back, pushing him even closer still. He felt the crushing force of Jongwoon’s lips against his, and he was afraid. Very afraid. But still, he wanted more. He let out a small, unintentional whimper when Jongwoon finally let go, and Jongwoon smiled shyly.

“There. I’ve said it. Now you can go.” Jongwoon let go of Ryeowook completely, and Ryeowook felt the air-conditioner nip at his back and his face, where Jongwoon’s warm hand had just released. They both locked intense gazes at each other, and Ryeowook finally plucked up the courage to walk forwards.

“No. It’s still not time to go yet.” And the younger fell into Jongwoon’s arms, smiling.

Ryeowook finally knew what true love felt like, and he liked it. Even if the other had to be a guy.

“Onni, what’s wrong?” TaeEun asked out of pure concern for the older member. This was during the 10 minute break they were given to freshen up and redo makeup. Eunhye didn’t really notice. She just kept clutching her phone tightly, knuckles white from the grip. Her eyes were facing the direction of the cameras, but she wasn’t really looking at them. She didn’t blink. She just looked like she was thinking deeply about something, afraid.

“Onni?” TaeEun waved a hand over Eunhye’s face. The girl’s eyes moved a bit, then finally blinked, as she registered what was going on. She gave the younger a curious look.

“What was that for?” She asked, her voice bland. She hadn’t meant for it to sound sarcastic, but it came out that way. TaeEun understood perfectly well, though. Said younger member smiled.

“Well, you didn’t rspond. Are you okay? What’re you thinking about?”

“Oh. Err.. Um.. N-Nothing.” Eunhye looked down and started playing with her phone, flipping the cover up and down. She felt a cool hand on her own. A gentle but firm grip.

“Don’t do that.” TaeEun was more serious now. “I tell something’s wrong, onni. Why don’t you just share it with me? If you don’t, I won’t be able to help you.”

Eunhye looked up, only to meet TaeEun’s gaze. The older sighed. Should she tell? Even if they were very close friends? She sighed again, this time in surrender.

“Okay okay…” Eunhye hesitated for a moment. “It’s… It’s… Ryeowook oppa.”