“Jungsu!”

“Oh, hey, Taeyeon.”

“Is it late? I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“No, it’s fine, since it’s you.”

“So I was just talking on the phone to Kangin--”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

“And I somehow got the guts to confess to him.”

His heart shattered into a thousand pieces, just like that.

“That’s great, Taeyeon.”

“Jungsu, are you tired?”

“Not really, why?”

“You sound exhausted, and I can always call you back tomorrow, okay? You should get your rest, especially since Super Junior is so busy.”

“No, I’m fine, Taeyeon. Anyways, shouldn’t you be sleeping too?”

“Ah, you’re right,” she laughed.

How he missed the sound of her laugh.

“So? Go on, then.”

“Right, so I confessed to him and uh...”

“Don’t keep me in suspense, Taeyeon,” a fake laugh came from Jungsu’s lips.

“We’re sort of dating now.”

If it was at all possible, his heart shattered into a million tinier fragments.

“Jungsu? Jungsu, did you fall asleep?”

“Jungsu! Are you okay?”

“Yah, Park Jungsu, answer me!”

“Jungsu?”

“Aish, you probably fell asleep. I’ll call you back. Goodnight, Jungsu, sleep well.”

Click.

“Hyung, can I play my games in your room? Sungmin keeps--”

Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow at Jungsu, who was sitting up in bed, staring at absolutely nothing, looking awfully a lot like a stone sculpture.

“Hyung, what’s the matter?”

“Hey, hyung,” Kyuhyun patted his arm.

“Leeteuk.”

“Yah, Jungsu-yah!” Kyuhyun called impolitely.

“What the heck?” he muttered.

“Heechul-hyung, come in here, please!”

“What the hell is wrong with you, waking me up at this hour when I should be getting my beauty sleep?”

“Hyung, I’m sorry, but...Leeteuk-hyung--”

Heechul saw the shocked state the leader was in and frowned. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know!” Kyuhyun cried, “I even talked to him informally and he didn’t move.”

Heechul saw Jungsu’s phone lying on the ground next to the bed and picked it up. He punched in some numbers rapidly, unlocking the phone in the process.

“What are you doing?”

“Going through his call history,” Heechul said, scrolling through the numbers, “I just need to see who last called him.”

“Who--”

“That’s it--Taeyeon.”

“From SNSD?” Kyuhyun wanted to verify.

“Do you know another Taeyeon?” Heechul shot back, irritated.

“Why is it so loud?” Kangin complained, storming into the bedroom.

“Yah, you!” Heechul dropped the phone on to the bed and glared at Kangin, “Did you talk to Taeyeon recently?”

“What?” Kangin shrugged, “Yeah, just an hour ago.”

“So that’s it,” Heechul sneered, turning his attention back to Jungsu. He shook him by the shoulders, in an attempt to bring him back.

“Wait, what happened?” Kangin demanded.

In the midst of the shouting war between Heechul and Kangin, Kyuhyun slinked out of the room with his laptop under one arm. He quietly shut the door and closed his eyes, praying that when the morning came, things would be, somehow, alright. Heechul and Kangin would get out of each other’s faces and resume to being obnoxious and loud friends, and Teukie-hyung would be cheerful and smiling again.

But then again, when was the last time his hyung was cheerful? Kyuhyun wondered.

Time Frame: Mid-2008 (only a week after Chapter 8)

Song: Muryoku? Koritsu! - Kaichoi wa Maid Sama OST