“YESUNG! HANGENG! CANADIAN! IF WE’RE LATE BECAUSE OF YOU, I WILL BURN YOU WITH MY CURLING IRON!” Heechul bellowed in the direction of the dorm.

It was three thirty in the morning, and the Super Junior members were standing in the middle of the street, shivering and tapping their feet impatiently against the black asphalt.

Leeteuk glanced worriedly down at his watch. “There better not be traffic,” he hummed nervously.

“I’ll go start the engine,” Zhou Mi offered, sliding into the members’ white van.

Kibum tapped the leader on the shoulder. “Are we really letting him be the driver?” he asked. “Because I have a funny feeling we’ll end up in ‘Serbia’ again…”

“As long as Hangeng doesn’t navigate, I’m sure we’ll be fine,” Sungmin reasoned.

From somewhere within the dorm, there was a huge clattering sound and a muffled bout of colorfully worded exclamations.

“Oh, good,” Kyuhyun commented. “Hangeng’s on his way.”

No sooner had the words been said than the man himself emerged with a crate under his arm.

“Okay,” he huffed. “All set.”

Henry appeared a second later, hauling a disproportionately sized trunk. “Yesung will be out in a minute. He’s just giving Ddangkoma a good-bye belly rub,” he reported.

“Oh, for God’s sakes.” A bleary-eyed Kangin broke from the group and entered the dorms in a foul mood. The members winced. They had all, at some point, experienced the wrath of a sleep-deprived Kangin, and none were very eager to experience it again.

“Poor Yesung…” Ryeowook murmured in sympathy.

“May God save his soul,” Siwon added gravely.

Donghae turned to look at the van. “Is all our stuff really going to fit in here?” he questioned. “It doesn’t look like there will be enough room…”

Shindong shrugged. “If it doesn’t, we can just take the non-essential items out.”

“The maknaes, for example,” Eunhyuk offered.

“Ha ha ha,” Henry laughed. “That’s funny, hyung.” He smiled widely at the group. His smile faltered a bit when he noticed the stonily serious faces of the others. “Hyung?” he squeaked. “You’re kidding, right? You wouldn’t actually—“

“AAAAEEEEEEEIIIIIII!!!” The banshee-like wail issuing from the depths of the dorm caused all the members’ hair to stand on end. The door flew open with a bang to reveal a Kangin dragging a screaming Yesung out by the ear.

“I assume we’re all ready?” Kangin growled. The group nodded mutely.

“Okay, then let’s go!” Leeteuk beamed. “Super Junior’s Super Vacation begins…” he paused, “NOW!”

Donghae shook his head. “Hyung, you really look too desperate for MC positions…”

The other members simply filed by their deluded leader silently. One by one, they piled into the van, which began letting out ominous creaking and groaning noises. And within a few seconds, the members began to notice that it was getting crowded.

“Ow!”

“YAH!”

“MOVE, you idiot!”

“Excuse m—“

“Get off me!”

“Wookie, your ’s in my face.”

“Do you really need so much leg room?”

“YAH! AM I AN OOMPA-LOOMPA?!”

“Eunhyuk! Get your foot away from my nose!”

“Well, get your nose away from my foot!”

“Hangeng, get out of the navigator’s seat.”

“Ooh! I call shotgun!”

“No, that’s my spot! Hey!”

“Canadian, you’re even more illiterate than Geng. We are not making you navigator.”

“C’mon guys, move over. Pot-hyung needs space too.”

“YOU BROUGHT IT WITH US?!”

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.

“HANGENG!!”

“OKAY!” Zhou Mi yelled from the front. “Is everyone ready?” He turned around to face the backseat. Thirteen pairs of eyes glared back resentfully at him amid a tangle of arms, legs, and suitcases.

“Oh, good,” the driver whistled.

“Wait!” Leeteuk called in a panic. “Who’s our navigator?”

Kibum turned around from his spacious seat next to Zhou Mi and waved cheerfully back at the others.

“How…How did you even get over there?” Shindong spluttered.

Siwon shivered. “It’s freaky how you just evaporate and appear in weird places,” he complained.

“Sublimate,” Yesung corrected. “Not evap—“

“Let’s just go,” Kyuhyun interrupted impatiently.

With a garbled wheezing noise, the engine came to life. The van lurched forward, and fifteen idiots and their beloved pot were on their way to the airport.

Hi! It's WouldYouBelieve. So I know I have another (a lot of) story/ies going on right now, but I just couldn't suppress my inner muse on this one. Don't worry, I'll keep this one short and get right back to writing my others! 

NOTE: This is a companion story to my other fic, Why Super Junior Will NEVER go Camping Again. That said, it is (I think) still readable to people who haven't read that story before. Though you probably wouldn't get the "Pot-hyung" references and just think I'm insane. But that's okay too.

In any case, I hope you guys like it! ^^ Peace out!