AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello, everybody! Sorry for the late update!(chuckles nervously) I had an examination, and my mental power is crumbling now. Along with my grades. Also, thank you for the seven followers and seven favorites!:D I totally love you wonderful people! Especially nonsensefics and Enchanting Grace along with Darby, who reviewed! I really appreciate reviews and tips! But no flames, please...This is my first fic after all...Well, I bet you don't want to hear any more of the author's rambling! Let's get started with the actual fic, which is just ficklets like last time! Enjoy!
셋(Three). The Problem With Dance Dance Revolution
"Na na na na~" Fuck that song. Yao banged his bead against the wall in desperation. It had been playing for thirty minutes nonstop. 'Don't they ever get tired?' Ha Yeon and Leon, the two youngest were downstairs, playing their stupid game. He didn't want to know when they would quit. This had all happened two weeks ago when the twins had lugged a new game home. Namely "Dance Dance Revolution". And suddenly everyone was demanding to play. Normally it was a game between Ha Yeon and Kiku, since they were the people who watched the most vocaloid. Then Mei started to join in, as Ha Yeon was busy partying-and it was a battle between Mei and Kiku-and it changed abruptly to Ha Yeon and Leon. Yao groaned as he watched his siblings dancing to some crazy song, something about green onions.
"Won't you kids ever stop dancing?" It was Kiku. "Jealous?" Ha Yeon shouted over the music. "No, n...not exactly." "Stop being so tsundere, just join in." "Oi!" Leon had suddenly shouted. From his guess, Ha Yeon had left, leaving Kiku to dance. "Seriously, Lee-chan." Apparently Kiku had yielded, dancing in the girl's place. "Is gege actually dancing?" Mei had joined the dancers from the look of it. "Nonono, you're not taking pictures of this-" "You're sooooo cute!" There was a sound of a camera flashing.
"SHUT UP, YOU MOTHERFUXXERS!" Ha Eung slammed his door, and Yao hurried downstairs-not wanting another fight between siblings. The male twin was glaring at his siblings, dark circles rimming his eyes. "What's with you?" Leon cocked his head in the middle of the song. Mei ignored the boy, still taking pictures of Kiku. "Sorry, Lee-kun-" "Seriously, bro, you need to chill." Ha Yeon brought a glass of water, and pressed it into the hand of her sibling. "Actually, his reaction is normal." Yao scratched the back of his head.
"What do you mean, this is normal?" Ha Yeon looked horrified. "You've been dancing for hours. And that screen is too flashy. The music is too loud. I'm not surprised the neighbors complained. Two times in a row." "Who cares?" Leon shrugged as he pressed the pause button. Yao glared at his siblings. "This is serious. You are banned from playing Dance Dance Innovation-" "-Revolution-" "-for a week." Yao, who had been expecting complaints, hurried upstairs before the youngsters started to complain. These arrogant children, bringing game machines home without permission-and he turned on his iPod, listening to 'Senbonzakura.'
It was 4am. There was a creak of a door in the Han Estate. A figure walked throughout the darkness, trying not to creak the floor. 'Please, please-' Said figure went downstairs, cautiously. Wang Yao stood at the edge of the staircase, suddenly tensing. No, he was not going downstairs to play! He was not going to play Dance Dance Evolution or whatever-he stopped. There was movement in the living room. A lot of movement.
Ha Eung stood there, no, he wasn't exactly standing. The Korean had a set of headphones on his ears, and he was dancing. Like it was the last dance of his life. The kid was practically sweating. Playing the dancing game. As the boy locked eyes with him, time seemed to freeze. Ha Eung froze, then said a four-lettered word that began with s and ended with t. "Shxt." The rest happened in a blur. In precisely sixty seconds, Ha Eung threw off his headphones, then skidded to the screen, turning off the game, and unplugged the headphones, wiping his head. "I was out for a drink of water."
"Really?" Yao strode over to the machine, and touched the back. "Hot, really." "Fine, I was playing. But what are you doing at this hour?" "I was out for coffee." The boy cracked a grin on his face. "Yes, and why do you have headphones?" Yao groaned. "It's none of your business." He took in the triumphant look that the other boy had. "Oh, the others won't be so happy to hear this." "Are you blackmailing me?" "Not exactly." Ha Eung smiled as he shook his head. "Two can play this game. Come on." Yao stared at the younger child with distress. "I didn't raise you to be a blackmailer." "I learned from the best." Yao's hand stretched out, and the screen was now on. He plugged in his set of headphones, and smiled. "You know what happens to the loser?" "Dishes." The air was growing thick with tension. He was going to bust this kid.
"Good morning, oppa!" Ha Yeon gave Yao a hug, then gaped. "What happened?" "What, dear sister?" "You look like a panda!" Yao rubbed at his eyes. He hated Ha Eung for bringing out his competitive edge. He had not gone to bed at 5am. He had not woken up later than usual. "Oh, it's nothing." There was a stumbling noise. "Hey." Leon nodded as Ha Eung walked in-no, stumbled in. "Howdy." The teen, slid into his chair, and fell out. Apparently, the kid had been sitting on the edge.
"Are you okay, Lee-kun?" Kiku looked worried. "Stop pretending to be worried." Ha Eung groaned, stood, then sat. "You look sleep-deprived, what have you been doing in night?" Mei gave him a concerned face. "Nothing." Ha Eung gave everyone a disgusted look. "Here. Breakfast." Yao laid out the dishes. As the kids began to eat, Yao sighed. Really, Yao. Was it necessary to earn yourself such a dishonor?
Breakfast was over, and Ha Yeon walked over to the kitchen, humming Kung Fu Beat. "No, Yeon. No need to do the dishes." "Huh?" Ha Yeon looked puzzled as her twin stopped her. "Older brother will do the dishes, right, hyungnim?" "Yes." Yao gnashed his teeth, pulling his gloves on. "In fact, he's doing the dishes for a whole week." "Why? He hates dishes." Kiku looked startled. "Oh, he just lost seven bets." Ha Eung smiled brightly, meaning nothing good. The head of the family just glared at the mountain of dishes. HOW ON EARTH can you lose to seven songs? All seven songs?
四(Sì). An Immune System to Love
"Excuse me?" Yao stared at the bouquet that lay on his desk. A sunflower bouquet. "Someone left it at your desk." Yao glared at the bouquet, as if it was a dead rat. "This is an evil trick. There's a camera planted in this thing!" He was sure this was something sent by West Corp, or Nordic Industry. Possibly even the Russian Mafia. The CEO walked over to his desk, and carefully pulled out all of the thirty sunflowers. He checked out all thirty flowers with a hawk's eye, then sighed.
"Lien, throw this in the bin for me." "Well-" Lien, who knew the culprit, stopped from speaking out. She was actually feeling sorry for Ivan Bradinski. "This is a trick. A industrial spy probably planted something in this bouquet." "Of course, of course." The Vietnamese woman took the thing in one hand, and walked out of the CEO's office. Five minutes later, a brokenhearted Ivan watched as Yao's bodyguard threw the bouquet in the bin.
ONE YEAR LATER
"Your brother is immune to love." Lien explained to the siblings, as they gathered for an outing. "He's not the only one immune." Mei explained, as she nudged Lien to look in another direction. "Why are you looking at me?" Kiku looked curious. "He has no idea." Ha Yeon smirked at her older brother. "But I don't-" "I'll take over for now." And she began to show the renowned play, Kiku, Who is Hopeless in Love to a bemused Lien.
"Kiku, Kiku!" Kiku's heart started to beat fast. It was Hercules, his crush for forever. The beautiful teen ran toward him, his face flushed. "Do you have time tomorrow?" "Well, I have P.E homework, and there's the Japanese translation, and I need to prepare for the Comicon-" "Oh." The Greek looked unhappy. "I'm going to see the Phantom of the Opera." "Really?" His voice was a little too high. "Yes, but since you can't go, I should ask someone else." As Hercules turned, Kiku shouted out loud. "Hercules!" "Yes?" "Um..Enjoy your play." "Sure." And Kiku was left to think about his idiocy.
"You're rich to talk." Kiku gave his sister a dirty look. "Well, I don't have any boys to be concerned about." The girl tossed her hair over her back. "I mean, you should have said 'I'm quite busy but I can always give time for you.'." Ha Eung snorted. "What was that?" "Hey, Lien-noona, she's more hopeless than Kiku." "How hopeless is she?" Lien cocked her head. "Well, it was just yesterday-"
"Yeon!" Ha Yeon looked up from her cubicle, as she pulled out her textbooks. It was her friend since a year ago, Alfred Jones. He was waving at her, then he sauntered over. "What?" Alfred smiled wide, then casually opened his mouth. "Did you get your license suspended for driving so many guys crazy?" "I don't even have a driver's license, that's why you're driving me to school." Ha Yeon didn't exactly get what he was saying. "O...okay." Why did he look so disappointed? It wasn't her fault she didn't have a car.
"I really don't get what he says sometimes. He starts acting weird once every week." Lien tried to resist from laughing. "You guys are all hopeless. No wonder all of you don't have any boys or girls you bring home." "Well, Ha Eung has a girl he brings home." Mei pointed that fact out. "Who? Natalia Bradinski?" Leon laughed out loud. "She's weird, she's always chasing after her brother-" "-says the pyromaniac." Ha Eung snarled at his brother. "Hey, he sided with Bradinski!"
Lien smacked the back of Leon's head. "Be nice. They're your family, and it's not your fault that you don't have a boy-" "I do!" "Oh, really?" Lien would rather believe that Kiku had given up his life as an otaku. But Leon looked very upset. "Oh, you mean that Emil kid?" Kiku seemed to understand. "Come on, none of you will confess to each other! You're hopeless!" Ha Yeon patted her brother's head.
It had been two days ago. He had not meant to read his brother's cell phone messages, and yet he was looking straight at Leon's messages to Emil.
'Hey, I need to tell you something.'-Emil to Leon
'What is it? Is it a-'-Leon to Emil
'No, it's not a confession, because it would be totally weird, and we're not gay!'-Emil to Leon
'Oh. Yeah, I'm totally cool about it.'-Leon to Emil
'So, um, do you want to go to the theater with me?'-Emil to Leon
'Cool. See you later, hon.'-Leon to Emil
'Hon?'-Emil to Leon
'SPELLING MISTAKE!'-Leon to Emil
Ha Eung stopped from face-palming. They really were a lost cause. Avoiding confession wasn't going to help them in the long run.
"You kids all take after Yao, even though you're not exactly related." Lien had to speak her mind. "You kids are cruel." It was Yao, holding his briefcase. "We are not cruel." "Isn't it obvious that Emil wants you to initiate the relationship?" Yao chuckled. "This one doesn't have a romantic bone in his entire body." "Says the person who threw sunflowers in the bin!" Whoops. Yao gave Lien a dirty look. "I'm lowering your pay." "Come on, you don't know romantic even if it stared at you in the face!" Lien snorted at her boss. "I don't care." Too bad he did care.