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RicSyung Short Adventures
RicSyung Short Adventures
Author’s Note: I’ve analyzed their personalities to have this story fit as closely as reality as it can. The events mentioned did actually happened to them before, but I cannot be certain of the sequence of occurrences. If you have been following them for a while, you would notice the repetitive stories. I hope you enjoy it, it’s a LOT longer than I imagined.
Title: May history repeat itself
Characters: Eric, Shin Hyesung
Location and time: Hyesung’s apartment, year 2012
It was around 1am and Hyesung just got back from an after party with the team. He stumbles outside his door to find the right key to get in. When he enters he found a light source in the living room, a television must be on. Hyesung thought his mother came to visit, he struggles to take off his shoe and was about to call out for her when a deep voice echoed the apartment, “Ah, so tired.” An angry spark flared when he registered the voice to its owner. Eric.
He stomps over and finds him comfortably using his couch and tv with documents scattered on the coffee table. What made this uninvited guest more annoying were his legs propped on top of the table with a soju in hand and the other the remote control. He must really think that he owns this place. “Oh Hyesungie, you’re back.” That was all he said, with no thought of moving or clean up his mess. Ticked off, Hyesung yelled, “Ya! Where do you think you’re at? Why are you here? You belong in the third floor, bastard!” Once drunk and out of camera mode, Hyesung’s mouth can really get loose. Eric laughs as he examines Hyesung, as though he can tell how many bottles he consumed to end up this drunk. “I got tired after the meeting with the sponsors and it was too quiet at my place so I came over here. Besides your couch is comfortable and big, I can sleep here without rolling off.” Eric replied with a following envious comment, “Wish I went to the party instead of going to that long meeting”. He sips a mouthful and went back to the show that is performing on tv. Hyesung unbutton to loosen his collar and crosses his arms, “Ya, how the hell you even got in? Tell me.” “That’s easy.” Eric said, “I asked your mother to make a spare for me since you won’t make me one.” He dropped the remote on the table and reaches for the key in his breast pocket and shows it to Hyesung.
Like an erupted volcano on the Discovery channel, that was probably what Eric imagined as Hyesung explodes. “YA!!” He exclaim as he race towards Eric to snatch the spare key, but his sense of motor control is slightly dull and tripped along the way to fell flat on Eric. “Ya, you spilling my drink, idiot.” Annoyed, he sets the drink on the floor and returns the key back in his breast pocket. “You’re such a mikkyulaji (loach), you slick bastard. Bothering my mother ugh….” He grumbles and struggles to get up. “Our parents are close and your mother likes me, it would be great if we’re close too. Even you’re mother asked me why I don’t have one. 16 years, iish.” Eric replied as he moves Hyesung’s body over, flipped him to his side, and rests Hyesung’s head on his lap. “Tell me if you need the garbage can, better not throw up on me.” Feeling exhausted and dizzy, Hyesung’s stopped struggling and muttered unrecognizable words to Eric. “Told you the couch is awesome. Comfortable, huh?” Eric smiles and he looked around for something to cover Hyesung with. “Of course, I bought it, s*** head.” Hyesung said with a groan. “Ya. If you dare draw on my face, I’ll seriously kick you out. Take a picture of me and I’ll never speak to you ever again.” Hyesung warns him knowing how Eric likes to pull pranks on his members. “Yeah yeah.” Eric answers absent mindedly, grabs a small blanket from a chair across from him and carefully wraps it around Hyesung. Feeling touched, Hyesung shuts his eyes and let his mind slips away. Eric turns the television volume down, hoping that it won’t be a disturbance.
Not long after that, Eric can hear Hyesung’s heavy breathing. “He must be in deep sleep now”, he thought. And for a while, Eric simply stares at him with a sudden dejavu of when Hyesung also returned to the dorm completely drunk like this one night. Memories trickles out and Eric chuckled which soon quickly ceased, fearing that he might wake Hyesung up, he covers his mouth with his hand. Silence fell and Eric’s fingers run though his lips back and forth as he ponders about something. “Hyesungie.” Eric said, but there was no response. Eric smiles, and clears his throat, “uh hum, ya, it’s not that I don’t like you.”
Eric paused to collect his mind, “You were shy and likes ballad while I like American hip-hop. You like ketchup with your pork chop and I like it… pork chop-ie flavored. They tasted weird by the way but I still ate them all you know. No one else was eating them.” He looks down to check if Hyesung was still sleeping. Seeing that it was safe, he continues his speech to his sleeping audience. “We liked different things in the beginning but it wasn’t just that. Remember I prank you while you were showering with mustard and ketchup and you had to re-shower. You were so mad at me that you locked yourself in your room for the whole day. You didn’t give me a chance to properly apologize to you that time. I guess that was when you started being sensitive around me. You know, I felt bad, and I started to take care of you more, but you never liked my jokes and hugs. Even the fans noticed and call us ‘water and oil’.” He looks down once again to check if there was any movement. “…But you really made my day when you came back drunk that night, you know. I thought you were seriously going to kill me so I pretended that I was still sleeping. But then you sat down next to me and started talking. You said you didn’t hate me. Hee, good thing you didn’t turn on the light, I was smiling so hard you would have noticed if you did turned it on.” He chuckles and saw a few strands of hair fell down to his face. Eric tries to fix his hair when a shout came from the sleeping Hyesung. “Ya, you making fun of me now, aren’t you? To hear this coming out of your mouth is …ugh, I’ve heard enough, idiot!” He flicks Eric’s hand away and tries to punch him, but Eric easily dodged it and gripped hard on his wrist, not letting it escape.
“So you were awake. I was afraid of that.” Eric spoke with deep sincerity that stopped Hyesung from fidgeting. The atmosphere suddenly turned serious and Hyesung looked more confused than angry in reaction to Eric’s behavior. Eric lowered his brows and spoke softly, “We’re finally in better terms, the best probably. Are you mad at me now? Will you start ignoring me again like last time?” He turns his head away faintly and mumbles to himself, “I should have pretended as if nothing happened.” He casted down his puppy eyes and fell silent, and yet he continues to hold onto Hyesung’s hand, refusing to lose his grip on him. The confused Hyesung had to evaluate what just happened as he was barely conscious to understand the situation, however quickly resolved his decision as he let out a big sigh.
Hyesung shifts his body to lie on his back and closed his eyes as if he was sleeping the whole time. Eric was amazed at the sight, staring hard at Hyesung in disbelief. “He’s not going to do anything to me”, thought Eric in astonishment. Eric was expecting either be beaten senselessly by Hyesung or be laughed at and call him crazy. But Hyesung just surrendered and accepted his feelings. Eric cracked a ridiculous smile and clasps their hands together, then pecks a kiss on Hyesung’s hand. Eric tightly pressed it on his cheek and finally settles their hands on Hyesung’s chest. He chuckles as he continues to stare at the sleeping Hyesung. “Are you crazy, being so happy.” Hyesung commented softly as he adjusts his head one last time. Whether he’s really asleep or not, Eric couldn’t care less because everything else around them seemed rather irrelevant to him. He then turns away to grab the soju from the floor, but the overwhelming warmth he just received made him unable to drop his goofy smile. “I’m still holding his hand”, Eric thought excitingly. The show on TV finally ended as they bid good night to their audiences, but Eric was too busy daydreaming to notice.
Breezes trailed across them from a open window which seem to have whispered sweet melodies in the air:
”Ije gyeouna baewosseo neol saranghaneun beob”
“I finally learned it, how to love you”
“Hyesungie… ” Eric whispered out of the blues, grinning. “… Will you also say ‘I like you too’ in the morning?”
Edited (June 18th): Hey, guys. I am happy that I’m done with school and will try my best to make more fanfic and other stuff like drawing. Uhm, I’m open to comments about the fanfic above and new suggestions that you would like to read. Thank you.
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