energetic Henry/Ryeowook, Donghae/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
I have very strange brothers.
☆ Update! Sorry for disappearing like that. December has been a really busy month for me -__- I was actually having an author’s block and I then saw Super Junior M on the news yesterday and I was suddenly so energized to write ^__^ Ah, the magic!
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Twisted
theclockiswrong chapter 2
It’s six o’clock in the morning and I’m still wide awake.
The obscene imagery from last night has found a way to burn itself into my memory and I can’t get any of it out of my head. I cringe every time I think about it.
I really didn’t expect my brothers are in a sexual relationship with each other. That shouldn’t be possible, right? I mean, that will mean that they’re homosexual? My brothers are homosexual? Isn’t that illegal?
I’m so confused.
Knock, knock.
Somebody knocks on my door and I scramble to hide under the covers of my bed. I say nothing and I peer from underneath my blanket towards the door. The doorknob jiggles and I don’t why it makes my heart race. I’m glad I locked the door. After last night, I’m slightly nervous to see anybody.
Suddenly, the door flings open and I make a strangled sound before backing into the headboard. Ryeowook pokes his head into my room and he looks around until he finds me in my bed and he smiles widely.
“How did you unlock–” I choke and I can see a silver key jingling soundlessly in Ryeowook’s hand and I figure it’s a spare key. So much for privacy.
“Henli, you’re awake,” Ryeowook says cheerfully and I shut my eyes because it is so awkward to look at my brother after what happened yesterday night and I can remember the whole thing so well; all of Ryeowook’s cries, moans and the sight of his face twisted in pleasure and pain, the curves of his perfect body.
“Henli, are you alright?” Ryeowook’s voice is loud and clear and when I open my eyes, Ryeowook is on my bed on all fours and his face is just inches from my own as he inspects me closely. I gasp and my eyes widened with shock and I push my back deeper into the wooden headboard.
“Henli, your face is so red. Are you coming down with a fever?” Ryeowook says anxiously and I shudder when he puts his palm onto my forehead and I swallow.
“You’re a little warm…” Ryeowook whispers and his hand slides down and rests on my neck and his light touch sends a shock throughout my veins. I grab at Ryeowook’s wrist firmly and wring it away from me. Ryeowook whimpers softly and I realize that I am being too rough and I let go of him abruptly.
“There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m fine,” I say dryly as I shift closer to the edge of my bed. I look at my brother blankly while he massages his wrist slowly and he is biting his lower lip worriedly. The sleeve hitches up slightly and my eyes widened at the sight of the dark cruel bruises that marred his wrist. Ryeowook notices and he tugs his sleeve down hastily.
“Are you– okay?” I ask quietly, my voice tinted with concern and Ryeowook looks up to give me a weak smile. He nods but I am not convinced. He shifts his eyes down from mine and he curls up on the other side of my bed silently.
“What happened to your wrist?” I ask him and he shakes his head and he fakes a reassuring smile. He ruffles my head lightly and he slips off my bed.
“Nothing to worry about, Henli. Get up for breakfast already. You have a busy day ahead of you and I need to be at class by nine after sending you to school,” Ryeowook says again, more cheerful this time and he leaves briskly. I remain bewildered in my bed.
Wait. What about school?
“You have enrolled me into a high school without me knowing and you’re telling me now that I’m supposed to get ready within the next hour and go there to study today?”
“Yup. You don’t have to worry about anything, Henli. I’ve done everything and all you have to do is show up. And study, of course. I’ll come pick you up after school is over, alright?”
What the hell?
“Hi, my name is Zhoumi. Nice to meet you. I’m the class president and if there is any problem at all, I’m here to help,” the tall boy who seats next to me in class introduces himself with a friendly smile and he shakes me hand firmly. He is probably the only one in class who isn’t giving me the weird stare like the rest of my classmates.
It’s always been like that. I’m the kind of antisocial who doesn’t fit in anywhere. It doesn’t bother me that much anymore. I can live without family and it’s easier without friends.
“Would you like to hang out after school or something?” Zhoumi asks me and I manage a polite smile and shook my head. He says nothing and goes back to his seat quietly. I can hear my classmates whisper about me and they shut up when Zhoumi turns around and glares at them.
I can’t wait for everything to be over.
When the final bell rings, I am the first out of class and the first to reach the front gate to wait for Ryeowook. Ryeowook’s class ends about the same time and he has to walk quite a distance to get to my school so it’s no surprise he is late.
Someone taps me on my shoulder from behind and I turn around. Zhoumi’s shadow casts over me like a tower. He hands me a math book and I stare at it blankly before looking back up at him.
“It’s for the math test next Monday. Since you don’t have any of your books, I thought I’d lend you mine for last minute revisions,” he explains and shoves the book into my arms. I look at the book which has his name scribbled messily on the cover and I blink at Zhoumi.
We have a math test next week? No freaking way.
“Judging from the look on your face, I have a feeling you’re not prepared at all. It’s okay. You can have my book to study for it. I don’t really need it,” Zhoumi says and it’s true; he’s a genius! Earlier in math class, Zhoumi was brilliant at the said subject while I couldn’t even complete the simplest equation.
“Well, seeing that I’m going to fail it like the last hundred papers I took in my life, I don’t think I’ll need it either,” I say wryly, returning the book to its owner. Zhoumi seems disappointed.
“You have a math test?” Ryeowook’s voice suddenly booms from behind me and I spin around wildly to find my brother standing just inches from me with a wide smile. I stagger backwards, tripping over my own feet and falling into Zhoumi’s arms.
“Maybe you can help tutor him for me, Hyun,” Ryeowook suggests and I just realize that Kyuhyun is standing next to him and I frown.
“No. Zhoumi is helping me already!” I snap and it earns me stares from the three. Zhoumi is giving me a puzzled look and I ignore it. I didn’t expect it when Ryeowook smiles widely, though. Kyuhyun looks a little upset.
“Zhoumi? Is that the name of your new friend here? That’s great!” Ryeowook tells me excitedly and he hugs me briefly before bowing to Zhoumi.
“Thank you for being friends with my little brother,” Ryeowook says and Zhoumi politely bows back. “Hmm… Would you like to come over to our home for dinner and stay over for a few nights so that you can help Henli revise math? It’s the least I can do to thank you for your help. Will your parents mind?” Ryeowook asks Zhoumi excitedly and Zhoumi doesn’t hesitate.
“Sure, I’d like that. My parents won’t mind at all,” Zhoumi accepts my brother’s offer immediately and for a brief moment, I wonder if it’s safe to bring a guest home to my place where my temperamental eldest brother might do something unpredictable.
“Oh, but I need to go over to Kyuhyun’s to finish an assignment so you boys better go get some lunch on your own first. I’ll be back late tonight and make you two dinner. Don’t wreck the place while I’m not around, alright?” Ryeowook muses and Kyuhyun smiles at me. I glower at him in return.
“Don’t worry about your brother, Henry. I’ll take good care of your brother,” Kyuhyun reassures me with a smile and I grit my teeth. I don’t like the way he said it and it makes me uncomfortable, but I’m sure Ryeowook can protect himself. Can he really?
Ryeowook waves and he and Kyuhyun leaves the opposite way and I watch grudgingly as the two disappeared past the corner.
“So, that was your brother?” Zhoumi asks after he swallows his kimchi noodles. I nod.
“And Kyuhyun? His boyfriend?” He says jokingly and I choke, nearly spurting everything in my mouth out. I give Zhoumi a serious look and he clears his throat before going back to feed on his bowl of noodles.
“They are just really good friends. My brother isn’t homosexual, alright? And if he was, it wouldn’t be with that douchebag. My brother’s not gay.” I grumble and hell, it took a lot for me to say that. Ryeowook’s not gay. Last night’s scene replays in my head and I think I just lost my appetite.
“I’m just kidding. No need to be so serious, Henry. It’s just that, I live next door to a gay couple and if I’m not mistaken, they started out as close friends, too–” Zhoumi shrugs and I must look dead serious because he immediately corrects himself. “–But I’m just saying. It doesn’t always happen that way, you know… I’m sure your brother isn’t gay. Nothing to worry about, I’m sure.”
I groan and slump back into my chair. I don’t even know anymore.
We got home in the evening and Ryeowook is already back preparing dinner meticulously.
Zhoumi is awing about how great my home is and my eyes are just trained on the clock. It’s almost six o’clock. Donghae isn’t home yet and I definitely am not looking forward to it. He tends to ruin everything and I hate it.
I hate him. I hate him for treating Ryeowook like that. He reminds me every single bit of my late mother. They are seldom around at home and when they are, they can’t care less about anyone else but themselves and they just ruin everything! Why can’t it just be me and Ryeowook? Life would be so much better if it’s just the two of us.
It’s six o’clock sharp and Donghae is still not home. Donghae doesn’t come back on time today and I’m starting to wonder if Donghae is even coming back tonight. According to Ryeowook, he’s never late.
Dinner starts without my eldest brother and I wonder if that is okay. Ryeowook looks cheerful and carefree, though. Without Donghae in the picture, everything looks so ordinary and just perfect.
Suddenly, Ryeowook’s cell phone rings from the living room and for a short moment, the both of us stop breathing. Ryeowook looks slightly pale.
I remember the phone call last night; the one from Donghae. I don’t know what he said to Ryeowook but I know that it frightened Ryeowook. It leads me to recalling what happened last night in the bedroom. Ryeowook excuses himself from the table.
After a couple of minutes, Ryeowook returns looking blissful. I become suspicious again. Couldn’t have been Donghae on the line. I frown at the only identity of the mystery caller– Cho Kyuhyun. I scowl at the thought.
Are Ryeowook and Kyuhyun secretly dating? Hmm, they do seem too close to be just friends… Hmm, maybe I’m thinking too much. Zhoumi did tell me not to worry about it. For all I know, they probably are just really good friends. I really need to clear my head.
After dinner, Zhoumi helps me study mathematics in my room and I must admit that it’s fun to have a friend stay over, even if we are revising my most dreaded subject. I’ve never had real friends before because I was the one always in charge of the house chores and I was just too busy to hang out with friends.
Suddenly, Ryeowook reminds me of my old self.
He is always caught up in housework and college. Is Kyuhyun his only friend? Perhaps I’ve been pretty unreasonable to treat Kyuhyun like I did. I shouldn’t be so dubious about everyone close to my brother. Ryeowook should be free to have his friends. He is Ryeowook’s best friend for a reason and I shouldn’t stand in the way for their friendship.
I need to be a better little brother.
Donghae doesn’t come back tonight. I am surprised, but relieved at the same time.
I can sleep peacefully tonight; knowing that Ryeowook is safe.
Donghae doesn’t come back again the next couple of nights and the atmosphere at home is gradually getting better on its own. Everything is improving with the absence of my eldest brother and it’s really so easy to forget he even exists.
Ryeowook takes Zhoumi and me out for lunch with Kyuhyun after school almost every day and I am slightly more okay with Ryeowook’s best friend now. I can tell that Kyuhyun really cares for Ryeowook. Someone like Ryeowook really deserves all these kindness and sincerity.
I even took the initiative to invite Kyuhyun over and he was extremely delighted to receive my call. When Ryeowook saw Kyuhyun that night at our doorstep, he looked so happy I felt so accomplished. I made Ryeowook happy and I felt so rewarded when he smiled earlier. I want to make Ryeowook happy all the time.
Dinner tonight is just wonderful. Everyone is contented just with each other’s company. I will definitely never forget tonight, all our smiles and laughter. How I wish things can stay like this forever. Everything has been brilliant for the past few of days and it suddenly reminds me of Donghae. He hasn’t returned for a whole week and I’m starting to wonder what happened to him.
“Is Donghae dead?” I finally ask Ryeowook on Saturday morning when he is making breakfast. It is an awkward question, but I don’t want to sound as if I missed him. Honestly, if Donghae is really dead, I will be too overjoyed.
Ryeowook’s expression turns solemn at the mention of Donghae and I regret bringing up the subject, but I’m just really curious.
“He sometimes disappears for days and sometimes even weeks without any notice. It’s always for business purposes so I suppose that this time is the same,” Ryeowook explains apathetically and I can vaguely tell that this happens a lot and Ryeowook is already too used to it.
I secretly hope that Donghae never comes back.
Please don’t come back.
to be continued.
☆ A totally random and happy and bright chapter before I crumble and screw everything up! Ohoho! :D There will definitely be all angst and violence after this D':