New KeunShin Fanfic by ateh maize
Author's Note : They are as different as night and day… He is liberated, she is conservative. He is flamboyant, she is reserved. He shares so much of himself to the world, she keeps it to a trusted few. And yet, they just, for lack of a better word, “click” … Don’t you think? : )
As outsiders looking in, though, we could only see as much of the spectrum as they allow us to see (or only as much as we choose to see), but never really the whole picture. This fanfic is created from this outsider’s (aka: moi) view of the spectrum, trying to put into words the ideal that keeps their supporters believing, in a scenario requested by one of their biggest shippers, Pammie.
This is born from the thought that as different as they may be, it’s how they stay attuned that really matters.
“Yeobo…sseyo, Shin Hye ah. Rise and shine, it’s almost noon time,” came a cheerful voice from the other line.
She was still groggy from the interrupted sleep, but went on alert mode when she recognized it was Keun Suk who called. The subtle attempt at an endearment told her that nothing was wrong, but the timing told her there was something she had to know. Why else would he call when he knows she’s sleeping in this morning?
“Confession?” she asked sleepily, stretching out, more relaxed now that she knew he was okay. It was their unwritten term for “I have something to say”. Despite her better judgment, curiosity got the best of her.
“I’m in Busan now,” he said sheepishly.
“Ah kereyo? Already? I thought Hyun Duk Oppa said the opening’s not until tonight?” she asked, questioning but not demanding. She also got an invitation to the Cola Mercato Busan launch, and they would have gone together if only she didn’t have prior commitments. Still, she knew better than to make a big deal of his impulsiveness. It’s one of the many things she has discovered early in their friendship, and eventually accepted as they got to know each other more.
“Always the tone of surprise,” he teased, knowing she was just asking, not castigating. He was well aware that, under normal circumstances, this was one of those things that could wait. But he wanted her to know. And he knew that she liked to know.
“I have not bought him a resto-warming gift yet, so I figured it’s best to look around the place while I’m at it. Busan is beautiful during the day time. Later maybe I’ll go sightseeing. Or visit a museum. Or maybe try some cooking. But right now, shopping is on top of the list,” he replied in that random way that she has already gotten used to.
“Aigoo, supportive friend turned tourist turned chef… that’s our Keun Suk ah,” she teased, and she heard him laughing heartily.
“Yep, your one and only,” he said, teasing her back. “Anyway, I just called to let you know that your Keun Suk got here safe and sound, and to remind you that you have a rehearsal scheduled in about… two hours? So better get up and get going. I know you want to keep to your schedule.”
“I was about to, but thanks to your highness, I woke up 10 minutes before the alarm,” she chided.
“Mianhe,” he quipped, playing cute, not sounding sorry at all. “I love it that my girl is a professional, it’s one of those many things that I really, really love about her.”
“Stop it, you’re making me blush,” she scolded playfully, though she did feel pink tinges starting to creep into her cheeks.
“Since a certain someone already woke me up from my reverie,” she continued, “I guess it’s high time I tell you that, even if you’ve given your regrets to the charity event, I am still banking on your appearance there, Oppa,” Shin Hye declared confidently.
“Ah, kere? Waeyo? What made you so sure?” he asked, mildly surprised but amused by her fearless prediction. He gave his word before he found out that Hong Ki and Yong Hwa were going, and now he’s been chasing miracles to rearrange his schedule to participate.
“Always the tone of surprise,” Shin Hye shot back at him, borrowing his phrase. They did that a lot – knowing how the other thinks, borrowing each other’s phrases, completing each other’s sentences.
“Dangyeonhaji, I know you miss those two more than you will ever let on, and would move mountains just to see them again. Besides, could you stand me being alone with two of the top guys the fans are seriously shipping me with?” she quipped, and he could hear the smile from her end. He could imagine her eyes blinking as she said that. Oh, how he would like to drop feather kisses on his favorite eyelids.
“Aniya, gwaenchana. I’m perfectly okay with that. You could all hang out like you did before, they’re your friends, too. And seriously, they can battle for 2nd or 3rd place for all I care, but even if you ask Naver, I still hold the top spot,” Keun Suk joked. She grinned at the hint of guarded jealousy belying the jovial tone.
“Haha, you can’t deceive me with those words, Keun Suk ah,” she sneered. “I know you’d be calling each of us in random, so it wouldn’t really feel like you weren’t there.
“But I still bet you’ll make an appearance. If there’s one thing predictable about you, it’s that you are unpredictable,” she stated, hitting bulls eye.
“Why do I get the feeling that that was not a compliment?” he said dramatically, acting pained. “Ya, there are things that I also plan for, you know… I just don’t show it often,” he said in his defense.
“Ah, jeongmalyo? Such as…?” she challenged.
“Such as…” he trailed off, trying to come up with a scenario. “Such as our future children,” he said in sudden inspiration, as he passed by a kids clothes store in his mindless loitering.
“Mo???” Shin Hye exclaimed, hardly concealing her surprise.
“Ne, a boy and a girl I think… Yeah, a boy and a girl would be perfect. What do you think?” he asked her excitedly, as he animatedly picked little boys’ clothes at random. Shopping for kids would be fun, he thought.
“Ya, Oppa, cut it out,” Shin Hye reprimanded, more for discretion than shame. She could picture him holding hangers and hangers of clothes, and imagined what the people who saw him would think. Ahhh who could the lucky (or unfortunate, depending on what they think of him) mother of his children be? She shivered at the thought.
“What?” he asked, laughing from the other end. He just picked an ensemble for a little boy.
“See, I’m even shopping for their clothes. The stuff in the shops here are so cute. Too bad they don’t have them in my size,” he went on, ignoring her “Oppa, stop it” pleas from the other end. He was clearly enjoying this conversation.
“Omo, this dress for a little girl is gwiyeon ya,” he continued, holding up a dress that he thinks would be perfect for his future daughter. “Ahhh, when our daughter grows up, she would be just like her Eommoni, but her Appa’s going to make her Asia’s Princess.”
“Aisssh, chincha! Ahrasso, those are great plans, Oppa,” she started, finally giving up on convincing him to stop. Then, reverting to a new tactic, she added, “but who said I was going to marry you?”
And finally, Keun Suk went silent. For about a half a minute.
“Oppa?” Shin Hye asked tentatively. No answer.
“Still there?” she tried again, but still got no answer.
“Yeobo… sseyo?” Surely her attempt to his term of endearment would not go unnoticed.
True enough, finally, a heavy sigh from his end.
“Not a good joke, Shin Hye ah,” Keun Suk said, breaking the silence. His voice was serious for the first time that day.
“Ahra, mianheyo,” Shin Hye conceded, though a smile was still on her face. “Waeyo, Keun Suk ah, if you can make it a habit to plan for your future, I can try being spontaneous, too,” she explained.
“I know,” he said more firmly, gaining composure. He gave a little laugh. “How could I not know, you pull something like that on me each and every day.
“Kende… You being spontaneous like that just now…” he paused, looking for the right words, “… the thought of you not being in my future… it’s just unimaginable,” he said with much emotion.
She was speechless. There was no doubt, her face was on fire now. But to hell with those pink tinges, there was a splitting grin on her face.
“Na do, Oppa,” she reassured him.
“Shin Hye ah, you should go prepare for rehearsals now,” Keun Suk said reluctantly as he cleared his throat. Much as he wanted to talk to her still, she did have a rehearsal to go to, and he still needed to buy the gift. If they kept on talking, images of little Keun Suks and little Shin Hyes would keep floating on his mind, and he would end up buying those kids’ apparel. Obviously not the best choice for a resto-warming present.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, sighing, also reluctant to let go. “Give my regards to Hyun Duk Oppa.”
“Have a good time, but don’t drink anything alcoholic,” she reminded him in that endearing ahjumma way of hers.
“Ne,” he said again, unable to contain the smile.
“And don’t go spending so much time talking to girls,” she went on.
“What?” he said, laughing along this time. “Ne,” he conceded, still laughing.
“I just had to say that, though I know you’d still drink and still talk to whoever wants to talk to you… I also know you’ll be posting a good number of pictures as that habitual side of you always does… so just have a good time, ahrasso?” she said, a bit embarrassed, though she was laughing in spite of herself. She could hear him doubling up in laughter.
“It depends,” he finally replied, to her surprise. “Who’s asking, spontaneous Shin Hye or habitual Shin Hye?”
“Mo?” she asked, feeling incredulous that he had to ask when the answer was so obvious. “Whether it’s the habitual one or the spontaneous one, it’s your Shin Hye, of course! Does that answer your question, Jeonha?”
He grinned at her empathic response. Much, much better than the ones he suggested.
“Ne. Then I will do as I am told, Bigu,” he answered in that way that only she understands. For whether it sprung from spontaneity or habit, it was who said it that mattered.
Her Keun Suk.