Title: Snoring and Failishness
Summary: Yesung has a problem. If only he could tell Kangin what it was...
Warnings: More mentions of sex maybe...
a/n: I finally finished it. Yey! Sorry it took so long, I’ve been seriously dying with avoiding other pieces of work and revision I haven’t had a chance to do some real hardcore procrastination and fanfic writing ^^;;. I don’t really like this ending but it’s the best I can do I think...I’m supposed to be revising for like a million mock exams right now ¬__¬. I might do some extra stuff with this but this is definitely the end of this story...I haven’t really decided yet. Anyways, thanks to all the people who read this and to those who commented. You all make me feel warm and fuzzy <3. This is a deliberately anti-climactic ending btw. It just proves the general failishness of this fic I think...Enjoy ^^.
Snoring and Failishness
The Ending... (Finally):
It was almost 10 by the time they heard the front door open and close again. Kangin had been gone for four hours and Yesung was beginning to remember why he spent so much time with the younger man...apart from the sex of course. After about an hour of watching some mindless comedy programme on TV and listening to Sungmin laugh and then continue to explain to the entire group exactly why he thought that joke was funny, he began to watch the clock, waiting impatiently for his boyfriend’s return.
“Come on” Kangin ordered as he entered the living room, nudging his head in the direction of the bedroom to make himself clear. Yesung looked innocently around the room until he finally locked his gaze with Kangin’s.
“Me?” Kangin rolled his eyes.
“Yesung, will you just come?”
“I’m not that easy.”
“Eww hyung my ears!” Kibum screamed from the other end of the sofa, the rest of the occupants of the room rolled their eyes.
“Look, Sungie. I just spent four hours searching for a solution to our problem now are you gonna come and try it out or what?”
“You found a solution?” The older man’s eyebrows almost disappeared under his fringe in surprise.
“That’s what you were doing all this time?”
“Oh...I just thought you were mad at me...” Kangin walked over to the sofa and grabbed Yesung’s hand, effectively pulling him up so they were face to face.
“You didn’t do anything for me to be mad at...” he whispered. Yesung smiled and leaned in to give Kangin a light kiss on the lips.
“You’re so cute. Okay, let’s go try this out then.”
“I never knew those two were so mushy” Leeteuk mumbled once the two were shut up in their room.
“I think it’s sweet...why can’t you be more like that Hannie?” Heechul whined. Hankyung merely shrugged and pretended not to understand the question. “I know you understand me so don’t even try to get out of this one.”
“Kibum will you stop gagging I can’t hear the TV,” Sungmin complained, almost completely unaware of what had just happened. Leeteuk sighed and put his head on the arm rest of his chair.
“I hope this works...”
“This is it? This is your grand solution to all our problems is it?” Yesung asked incredulously, staring at the box his boyfriend had just handed to him.
“Yes, took me bloody ages to find it as well I mean...wait, all our problems? How many problems do we have?” Yesung shifted so that he was in a sitting position on the bed.
“Don’t go off topic Kangin.”
“Tell me how to use these.”
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“What if they work, but I still can’t get any sleep?”
“Yesungie shut up. Get ready for bed and we’ll see if it works okay.”
Kangin says he spent ages searching for this solution. Truth is it only took him ages to find it because he stopped off to get some ramen, and then he got a flat tire and ended up paying some kids to fix it for him as he ate. He actually only needed to go to the nearest chemist to get his plan to work. And what was he searching for?
Ear plugs. Ear plugs were the solution that led to the incredibly anti-climactic ending to their problem. Worked like a charm too. With any luck Yesung would be getting at least five, maybe even six hours sleep before the next day’s activities. It was a miracle. Bloody marvellous.
Neither of them had even cracked an eyelid since 1 am. That’s what made it that much worse. That moment at five am; when Kangin was woken up rather rudely as he felt a sharp pain shoot up from his shin right up to his back.
He flails .He thought, eyes now wide open. He flails and I snore. How the hell did this happen? He groaned loudly as he felt a foot land a ridiculously accurate kick into his groinal region. Okay, maybe this was one of the ‘many’ problems he was talking about before. He could have warned me, the bastard!
Yesung didn’t wake up until 8 the next morning, thoroughly rested and ready for anything. Kangin had been up for hours with an ice pack as his only friend. His eyes were bloodshot and he seemed to be limping. Yesung smiled knowingly in his direction.
“Sleep well babe?”
Let’s just say the conversation that followed included many colourful words and phrases; along with quite a few frantic hand gestures and perhaps some things that shouldn’t be mentioned if the rating of this fic is to be kept low. Point is: Kangin was pissed. ^^;;