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[fic] Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi – SJM – Beginnings – Oneshot
Title: Beginnings
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fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyuhyun never suspected that the stupid present he brought Zhou Mi for his birthday could actually turn out to be a good thing.
Comments: Uhm. Kids!AU anyone? I wanted to write a story where Kyubb and Mimi are both little and this drabble-y thing was born. Actually, I’m already scribbling a sort-of-kind-of sequel for it :/ Instead of all the million fics I should be working on. ANYWAY.
It was a stupid present, Kyuhyun knew that. He was fully aware that an average eight-year-old boy would not appreciate a music box as a birthday present. Well, if the music box had something cool like Batman on it or if it played the Imperial March, then it might be acceptable. But a pink music box that played some happy, cheery children’s song? That was not cool. And every eight-year-old boy wanted to be cool. At least that is what Kyuhyun suspected since every six-year-old boy wanted to be cool, too, including himself.
So yes it was a stupid present and the only reason he was stuck here with a bad present was that his mother had gone shopping with his sister instead of with him and now they were stuck with a girly present for an older boy! Not that his sister seemed to mind, she was happily explaining how all the My Little Pony music boxes were sold out and how Hello Kitty music boxes were much better anyway and everyone loved them.
Not Kyuhyun, he didn’t. He was quite bitter about this since now he was going to end up in a birthday party full of strangers and give a stupid present. He might lose face and end up being teased about it if the other boys were cruel enough and he didn’t like that. The mere thought of that made Kyuhyun eye the music box in his stubby little hands like it was poisoned. Still, he was not going to let his sister give out the present since this was a matter of pride. He was the one who got invited to the party first. She was only coming because they were the birthday boy’s neighbours and their parents knew each other.
At least that was what Kyuhyun told himself to feel more special. Right before he again glared at the music box and willed it to change into something way cooler. Maybe he should’ve hidden the box and brought his prized battle figurine collection instead.
Usually, it wasn’t like Kyuhyun to put so much thought into presents. He knew it was polite to bring one and he had always settled for whatever his mother had given him to pass on to the birthday hero. He just wanted cake and juice and cookies. And maybe play a bit with other boys his age (alright girls were alright too, sometimes) or watch some fun TV shows his mother usually forbade him.
But this time it was special. He wanted the present to be good so badly.
Everything had started when a new family moved into the next house a bit less than a year ago. Kyuhyun had instantly noticed that the family had a boy almost his age, even if he was a lot taller and ganglier than Kyuhyun was (he still mourned over his short stubby legs, even though his mother told him they would still grow). Alright, he might’ve been hiding in a bush of his mother’s roses to find that out, but he thought a few scratches were worth the juicy information.
The next day he had hidden into the rose bushes again. And the day after that. And the day after that and the day after that.
Soon Kyuhyun knew all about the new family. All the important facts, at least. He knew that the mother liked to spend time in the garden and that she was often singing softly under her breath. He knew that the father worked long hours, but had really kind eyes and a calm voice. He knew the boy-almost-his-age liked to run outside (it looked like he was trying to catch butterflies, but Kyuhyun wasn’t quite certain) and tended to trip over his own too-long limbs. He knew the boy-almost-his-age had a nice laughter and a wide smile, and that his favourite toy was a pale blue miniature pick-up he carried everywhere.
What Kyuhyun did not know was that his hiding place was nowhere near perfect. He thought it was and he was even secretly proud of himself for being able to spy on the family next doors without being caught. Until one day. He liked to call it the milk and cookies day.
The milk and cookies day started out like any day. Everything went normally up to the moment when Kyuhyun helped his mother clear the table after dinner and then ran out to play. He went straight into the rose bush, wriggled under it through the gap he had found and tried not to tear his clothes (his mother didn’t like it when he did). Once he got into the little Kyuhyun-shaped area inside the cover formed by the dark green leaves and white roses, he drew his knees up to his chest and peeked out.
For a while he watched the family next doors, unmoving until his legs started to grow a little tired. The boy-almost-his-age was playing outside though, and Kyuhyun didn’t want to leave his spectator’s spot. He even sighed a little disappointedly when the boy suddenly vanished inside. He was just preparing to leave his place when suddenly he heard footsteps. His gaze snapped up from the ground just in time to be faced with knobby knees and faded denim shorts (through the leaves and roses, of course).
“Hi!”
Briefly Kyuhyun wondered if the greeting was meant for him but then the other boy squatted down and he was brought face-to-face with his widely smiling neighbour. “I thought you might be hungry!” Said the boy-almost-his-age, carefully placing a little plate on the ground to push it towards Kyuhyun. He had a glass of milk, too, but he kept it for himself still.
“My mother made them, they are the best in the world!” The boy-with-the-sunshine-smile said when Kyuhyun didn’t reach out for them instantly (and Kyuhyun wanted to argue, surely his mother made even better cookies). That was enough of an invitation and carefully Kyuhyun reached out, taking a tentative bite of the first cookie.
Since Kyuhyun still didn’t say anything, the other boy seemed to take it as a hint to fill the air with happy babbling. He was like an explosion of sunshine, chatting about everything and nothing, telling Kyuhyun things he still hadn’t found out through his observations. That lasted until the last of the cookies was gone, and Kyuhyun had to admit he had been quite hungry indeed. Those four cookies only seemed to fill a part of his stomach properly.
“So,” the other boy smiled at Kyuhyun again, looking straight at him, “what’s your name?”
“Kyuhyun,” Kyuhyun nodded solemnly. He tried not to move too much, he was surrounded by sharp thorns after all. He wasn’t quite sure if it was a polite thing to ask, but he couldn’t bring himself to hold back. “Why do you speak so funnily?”
“Because I am still learning Korean!” The boy nodded as well, but he made it look so much happier than Kyuhyun did. “I come from China. My name is Zhou Mi!”
It took Kyuhyun a few tries to get the name right and he was certain he still butchered the pronunciation horrendously when he said it the sixth time, but Zhou Mi was nodding happily and smiling impossibly wide, so he figured it was alright. Zhou Mi told him the names of his parents too, and his friends back in China (especially his best friend Han Geng who sounded all sorts of amazing) and probably all of his relatives, but almost all of those slipped Kyuhyun’s mind the moment he heard them. None of them mattered anyway.
The sun was already setting, everything getting darker when Kyuhyun’s mother broke their moment, calling for him to come back inside. For a moment, Kyuhyun considered disobeying. He was enjoying himself here, in the rose bush chatting with the boy-almost-his-age-now-known-as-Zhou-Mi. He knew he needed to go though, no matter what he wanted. Just before he crawled out of his hideout, he collected all the courage in his small body to look Zhou Mi in the eye. “Let’s play tomorrow.”
It wasn’t quite a request, more a statement, and Kyuhyun was rewarded with a bright smile and a set of sparkling eyes. “I’ll show you the robot dad brought me from China!” Zhou Mi promised happily. “It has red flashing eyes.”
Kyuhyun smiled right back at the other boy, before finally scrambling out from the bush and towards the house. He got scratches on his arms and his knees but he didn’t even notice. All he could think of was the happy smile he just got. And maybe the robot with red flashing eyes. That sounded beyond cool. Maybe he could convince his father to buy him one of those too, he needed something to impress Zhou Mi with. And maybe he could get some cookies from his mother to bring the taller boy tomorrow.
Life was looking good.
Except not anymore. Not when Kyuhyun had the ridiculous music box in his hands and they were already standing in front of the door waiting for someone to open it. Kyuhyun was kind of hoping it would be Zhou Mi’s mother or father, any adult so he could give away the present in secrecy. He had never been one of the lucky ones, though, and indeed it was his best friend who opened the door a few heartbeats later. Or, granted, many heartbeats later seeing how rapidly Kyuhyun’s heart was hammering right now.
“Here.” Kyuhyun blurted out instantly and pushed the present into Zhou Mi’s hands. “Happy birthday! This is for you.” He dearly hoped that the present didn’t suck as much as he thought it did. Kyuhyun wanted to see Zhou Mi smile! And he figured a stupid present was better than no present at all. Maybe it would gain him at least a polite smile?
Zhou Mi looked quite stunned at first, turning the music box around in his hands. “You picked it for me?” He asked, his eyes clear and questioning as he turned them to meet Kyuhyun’s. Eloquent Kyuhyun was not, so he only managed a highly intelligent “ahmmrhmph” and a nod. He was fairly sure he was blushing.
He certainly didn’t expect the next move. Zhou Mi practically launched himself at him, enveloping him in a bone-crushing hug. It took Kyuhyun a moment to even hug him back, that is how stunned he was. (And maybe a little bit the fact that big boys weren’t supposed to hug. Except if they were dads hugging moms. But he figured he could make an exception for Zhou Mi.)
“I love it!” Zhou Mi decided the next moment, grabbing Kyuhyun’s hand. He twined their fingers and Kyuhyun looked down, his heart skipping a little at the gesture. “Come on in, have some cake!”
(epilogue, which is as long as the fic, aka a flash in their future)
The year Kyuhyun turns twenty-five, he moves in together with Zhou Mi. As in, moves in together with him. Together together. It has been there, in the backs of their minds, and when Zhou Mi finally manages to score his first real job, they decide it’s time. They don’t even talk about it, they just know. Kyuhyun comes back to his dorm room to find Zhou Mi sitting on his bed with the ‘for rent’ section of the paper, the same section he has now balled in his fist.
Nothing has changed. (“Why do you still speak funnily?” “Because I am still only learning Korean!”) At the same time, everything has changed.
Their parents are no longer neighbours, but they try to visit them regularly. Kyuhyun has never told his parents what exactly Zhou Mi is to him (he isn’t certain he knows it himself, either, what they have seems to escape all labels he tries to put on it) but he is pretty sure they know it anyway.
He asks his father to help with the move. Somehow that feels like a great victory. Especially when his father says yes.
Kyuhyun has no idea how they can have so much stuff already and how they are going to make everything fit into a small two room apartment. He blames Zhou Mi and his love for sparkly things and fashion, especially when he hauls up the nth box full of whatever accessories Zhou Mi packed and deemed important enough to follow in the move.
Later on, Kyuhyun takes a break, sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by crates and boxes and bags and suitcases and just piles of everything. His father left already earlier, Zhou Mi is out to buy them something to eat. And out of sheer boredom Kyuhyun decides to check whatever it is that weighs so much in the last box he remembers carrying.
When Zhou Mi comes back, he finds Kyuhyun sitting right there on the floor, leaning against a big cardboard box. He has a faded pink music box in his hands.
“You really kept this?” Kyuhyun asks as a way of greeting.
“Of course I did!” Zhou Mi smiles as he approaches, reaches out to ruffle Kyuhyun’s hair as soon as he is close enough. He ignores the following attempt to slap him and sits down on the floor as well. There is a random pile of shirts on the floor, all scrambled and messed and wordlessly he reaches out to pick one up, folding it neatly.
Kyuhyun grumbles, trying to smooth his hair back down (and failing). “So you really did like it, eh?” He looks up, curious.
“Not really. The song is cheesy and the box smelled funny.” Zhou Mi shrugs offhandedly, folding the next shirt that looks exactly the same to Kyuhyun but Zhou Mi insists is different. “I do like Hello Kitty nowadays though!”
“So the present sucked but you still saved it?” Kyuhyun asks, incredulous. “Why didn’t you save the cool Robocop figurine I gave you the next year?”
“I did save it! It’s somewhere at my parents.” Zhou Mi scoots closer, right next to Kyuhyun, and sneaks an arm around him. Kyuhyun thinks it’s completely acceptable for him to lean against that bony shoulder and close his eyes to enjoy it. “But the music box, it was the first present you ever gave me. It’s our beginning.” Zhou Mi whispers right into his rumpled hair.
“Stupid,” Kyuhyun murmurs, poorly disguised affection shining through in his tone. He disagrees though. The music box isn’t the beginning. There isn’t a real beginning at all. The beginning is a plate of cookies and lukewarm milk, it’s a sunshine smile and scratched knees, it’s a robot with red flashing eyes. It’s stolen moments and fleeting touches, growing friendship and shifting emotions. It’s all of that, all at once.
And life couldn’t get better.
---
2454 words.
In the connected drabble-y sequel-ish thing (it's somewhere in the middle of this) I plan on making Mimi's best friend Geng appear and Kyubb will be insanely jealous. Yes. That's the amount of plot I'm working with 8D Plotless!au ftw.
Feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Author:
fonulynRating: PG
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyuhyun never suspected that the stupid present he brought Zhou Mi for his birthday could actually turn out to be a good thing.
Comments: Uhm. Kids!AU anyone? I wanted to write a story where Kyubb and Mimi are both little and this drabble-y thing was born. Actually, I’m already scribbling a sort-of-kind-of sequel for it :/ Instead of all the million fics I should be working on. ANYWAY.
It was a stupid present, Kyuhyun knew that. He was fully aware that an average eight-year-old boy would not appreciate a music box as a birthday present. Well, if the music box had something cool like Batman on it or if it played the Imperial March, then it might be acceptable. But a pink music box that played some happy, cheery children’s song? That was not cool. And every eight-year-old boy wanted to be cool. At least that is what Kyuhyun suspected since every six-year-old boy wanted to be cool, too, including himself.
So yes it was a stupid present and the only reason he was stuck here with a bad present was that his mother had gone shopping with his sister instead of with him and now they were stuck with a girly present for an older boy! Not that his sister seemed to mind, she was happily explaining how all the My Little Pony music boxes were sold out and how Hello Kitty music boxes were much better anyway and everyone loved them.
Not Kyuhyun, he didn’t. He was quite bitter about this since now he was going to end up in a birthday party full of strangers and give a stupid present. He might lose face and end up being teased about it if the other boys were cruel enough and he didn’t like that. The mere thought of that made Kyuhyun eye the music box in his stubby little hands like it was poisoned. Still, he was not going to let his sister give out the present since this was a matter of pride. He was the one who got invited to the party first. She was only coming because they were the birthday boy’s neighbours and their parents knew each other.
At least that was what Kyuhyun told himself to feel more special. Right before he again glared at the music box and willed it to change into something way cooler. Maybe he should’ve hidden the box and brought his prized battle figurine collection instead.
Usually, it wasn’t like Kyuhyun to put so much thought into presents. He knew it was polite to bring one and he had always settled for whatever his mother had given him to pass on to the birthday hero. He just wanted cake and juice and cookies. And maybe play a bit with other boys his age (alright girls were alright too, sometimes) or watch some fun TV shows his mother usually forbade him.
But this time it was special. He wanted the present to be good so badly.
Everything had started when a new family moved into the next house a bit less than a year ago. Kyuhyun had instantly noticed that the family had a boy almost his age, even if he was a lot taller and ganglier than Kyuhyun was (he still mourned over his short stubby legs, even though his mother told him they would still grow). Alright, he might’ve been hiding in a bush of his mother’s roses to find that out, but he thought a few scratches were worth the juicy information.
The next day he had hidden into the rose bushes again. And the day after that. And the day after that and the day after that.
Soon Kyuhyun knew all about the new family. All the important facts, at least. He knew that the mother liked to spend time in the garden and that she was often singing softly under her breath. He knew that the father worked long hours, but had really kind eyes and a calm voice. He knew the boy-almost-his-age liked to run outside (it looked like he was trying to catch butterflies, but Kyuhyun wasn’t quite certain) and tended to trip over his own too-long limbs. He knew the boy-almost-his-age had a nice laughter and a wide smile, and that his favourite toy was a pale blue miniature pick-up he carried everywhere.
What Kyuhyun did not know was that his hiding place was nowhere near perfect. He thought it was and he was even secretly proud of himself for being able to spy on the family next doors without being caught. Until one day. He liked to call it the milk and cookies day.
The milk and cookies day started out like any day. Everything went normally up to the moment when Kyuhyun helped his mother clear the table after dinner and then ran out to play. He went straight into the rose bush, wriggled under it through the gap he had found and tried not to tear his clothes (his mother didn’t like it when he did). Once he got into the little Kyuhyun-shaped area inside the cover formed by the dark green leaves and white roses, he drew his knees up to his chest and peeked out.
For a while he watched the family next doors, unmoving until his legs started to grow a little tired. The boy-almost-his-age was playing outside though, and Kyuhyun didn’t want to leave his spectator’s spot. He even sighed a little disappointedly when the boy suddenly vanished inside. He was just preparing to leave his place when suddenly he heard footsteps. His gaze snapped up from the ground just in time to be faced with knobby knees and faded denim shorts (through the leaves and roses, of course).
“Hi!”
Briefly Kyuhyun wondered if the greeting was meant for him but then the other boy squatted down and he was brought face-to-face with his widely smiling neighbour. “I thought you might be hungry!” Said the boy-almost-his-age, carefully placing a little plate on the ground to push it towards Kyuhyun. He had a glass of milk, too, but he kept it for himself still.
“My mother made them, they are the best in the world!” The boy-with-the-sunshine-smile said when Kyuhyun didn’t reach out for them instantly (and Kyuhyun wanted to argue, surely his mother made even better cookies). That was enough of an invitation and carefully Kyuhyun reached out, taking a tentative bite of the first cookie.
Since Kyuhyun still didn’t say anything, the other boy seemed to take it as a hint to fill the air with happy babbling. He was like an explosion of sunshine, chatting about everything and nothing, telling Kyuhyun things he still hadn’t found out through his observations. That lasted until the last of the cookies was gone, and Kyuhyun had to admit he had been quite hungry indeed. Those four cookies only seemed to fill a part of his stomach properly.
“So,” the other boy smiled at Kyuhyun again, looking straight at him, “what’s your name?”
“Kyuhyun,” Kyuhyun nodded solemnly. He tried not to move too much, he was surrounded by sharp thorns after all. He wasn’t quite sure if it was a polite thing to ask, but he couldn’t bring himself to hold back. “Why do you speak so funnily?”
“Because I am still learning Korean!” The boy nodded as well, but he made it look so much happier than Kyuhyun did. “I come from China. My name is Zhou Mi!”
It took Kyuhyun a few tries to get the name right and he was certain he still butchered the pronunciation horrendously when he said it the sixth time, but Zhou Mi was nodding happily and smiling impossibly wide, so he figured it was alright. Zhou Mi told him the names of his parents too, and his friends back in China (especially his best friend Han Geng who sounded all sorts of amazing) and probably all of his relatives, but almost all of those slipped Kyuhyun’s mind the moment he heard them. None of them mattered anyway.
The sun was already setting, everything getting darker when Kyuhyun’s mother broke their moment, calling for him to come back inside. For a moment, Kyuhyun considered disobeying. He was enjoying himself here, in the rose bush chatting with the boy-almost-his-age-now-known-as-Zhou-Mi. He knew he needed to go though, no matter what he wanted. Just before he crawled out of his hideout, he collected all the courage in his small body to look Zhou Mi in the eye. “Let’s play tomorrow.”
It wasn’t quite a request, more a statement, and Kyuhyun was rewarded with a bright smile and a set of sparkling eyes. “I’ll show you the robot dad brought me from China!” Zhou Mi promised happily. “It has red flashing eyes.”
Kyuhyun smiled right back at the other boy, before finally scrambling out from the bush and towards the house. He got scratches on his arms and his knees but he didn’t even notice. All he could think of was the happy smile he just got. And maybe the robot with red flashing eyes. That sounded beyond cool. Maybe he could convince his father to buy him one of those too, he needed something to impress Zhou Mi with. And maybe he could get some cookies from his mother to bring the taller boy tomorrow.
Life was looking good.
Except not anymore. Not when Kyuhyun had the ridiculous music box in his hands and they were already standing in front of the door waiting for someone to open it. Kyuhyun was kind of hoping it would be Zhou Mi’s mother or father, any adult so he could give away the present in secrecy. He had never been one of the lucky ones, though, and indeed it was his best friend who opened the door a few heartbeats later. Or, granted, many heartbeats later seeing how rapidly Kyuhyun’s heart was hammering right now.
“Here.” Kyuhyun blurted out instantly and pushed the present into Zhou Mi’s hands. “Happy birthday! This is for you.” He dearly hoped that the present didn’t suck as much as he thought it did. Kyuhyun wanted to see Zhou Mi smile! And he figured a stupid present was better than no present at all. Maybe it would gain him at least a polite smile?
Zhou Mi looked quite stunned at first, turning the music box around in his hands. “You picked it for me?” He asked, his eyes clear and questioning as he turned them to meet Kyuhyun’s. Eloquent Kyuhyun was not, so he only managed a highly intelligent “ahmmrhmph” and a nod. He was fairly sure he was blushing.
He certainly didn’t expect the next move. Zhou Mi practically launched himself at him, enveloping him in a bone-crushing hug. It took Kyuhyun a moment to even hug him back, that is how stunned he was. (And maybe a little bit the fact that big boys weren’t supposed to hug. Except if they were dads hugging moms. But he figured he could make an exception for Zhou Mi.)
“I love it!” Zhou Mi decided the next moment, grabbing Kyuhyun’s hand. He twined their fingers and Kyuhyun looked down, his heart skipping a little at the gesture. “Come on in, have some cake!”
(epilogue, which is as long as the fic, aka a flash in their future)
The year Kyuhyun turns twenty-five, he moves in together with Zhou Mi. As in, moves in together with him. Together together. It has been there, in the backs of their minds, and when Zhou Mi finally manages to score his first real job, they decide it’s time. They don’t even talk about it, they just know. Kyuhyun comes back to his dorm room to find Zhou Mi sitting on his bed with the ‘for rent’ section of the paper, the same section he has now balled in his fist.
Nothing has changed. (“Why do you still speak funnily?” “Because I am still only learning Korean!”) At the same time, everything has changed.
Their parents are no longer neighbours, but they try to visit them regularly. Kyuhyun has never told his parents what exactly Zhou Mi is to him (he isn’t certain he knows it himself, either, what they have seems to escape all labels he tries to put on it) but he is pretty sure they know it anyway.
He asks his father to help with the move. Somehow that feels like a great victory. Especially when his father says yes.
Kyuhyun has no idea how they can have so much stuff already and how they are going to make everything fit into a small two room apartment. He blames Zhou Mi and his love for sparkly things and fashion, especially when he hauls up the nth box full of whatever accessories Zhou Mi packed and deemed important enough to follow in the move.
Later on, Kyuhyun takes a break, sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by crates and boxes and bags and suitcases and just piles of everything. His father left already earlier, Zhou Mi is out to buy them something to eat. And out of sheer boredom Kyuhyun decides to check whatever it is that weighs so much in the last box he remembers carrying.
When Zhou Mi comes back, he finds Kyuhyun sitting right there on the floor, leaning against a big cardboard box. He has a faded pink music box in his hands.
“You really kept this?” Kyuhyun asks as a way of greeting.
“Of course I did!” Zhou Mi smiles as he approaches, reaches out to ruffle Kyuhyun’s hair as soon as he is close enough. He ignores the following attempt to slap him and sits down on the floor as well. There is a random pile of shirts on the floor, all scrambled and messed and wordlessly he reaches out to pick one up, folding it neatly.
Kyuhyun grumbles, trying to smooth his hair back down (and failing). “So you really did like it, eh?” He looks up, curious.
“Not really. The song is cheesy and the box smelled funny.” Zhou Mi shrugs offhandedly, folding the next shirt that looks exactly the same to Kyuhyun but Zhou Mi insists is different. “I do like Hello Kitty nowadays though!”
“So the present sucked but you still saved it?” Kyuhyun asks, incredulous. “Why didn’t you save the cool Robocop figurine I gave you the next year?”
“I did save it! It’s somewhere at my parents.” Zhou Mi scoots closer, right next to Kyuhyun, and sneaks an arm around him. Kyuhyun thinks it’s completely acceptable for him to lean against that bony shoulder and close his eyes to enjoy it. “But the music box, it was the first present you ever gave me. It’s our beginning.” Zhou Mi whispers right into his rumpled hair.
“Stupid,” Kyuhyun murmurs, poorly disguised affection shining through in his tone. He disagrees though. The music box isn’t the beginning. There isn’t a real beginning at all. The beginning is a plate of cookies and lukewarm milk, it’s a sunshine smile and scratched knees, it’s a robot with red flashing eyes. It’s stolen moments and fleeting touches, growing friendship and shifting emotions. It’s all of that, all at once.
And life couldn’t get better.
---
2454 words.
In the connected drabble-y sequel-ish thing (it's somewhere in the middle of this) I plan on making Mimi's best friend Geng appear and Kyubb will be insanely jealous. Yes. That's the amount of plot I'm working with 8D Plotless!au ftw.
Feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.