To stay or to go...not a hard question after all.
Genre: Angst, Humor
Summary: Henry couldn't help but think about it, sometimes; a little too hard.
Disclaimer: I don't have Bill Gates-like money. Only the story is mine, fictional, but mine.
Henry eyed the suitcase. He hadn’t unpacked it yet. Maybe because he was thinking too much on Han Geng, and how he’d had enough and went back home. To china. He thought about the life he left behind. Waking up with the sun, watching his dog roll around in his sleep and hearing his mom yell about his pancakes getting cold. Oh, what he would do for some cold pancakes now a days....
He watched the suit case….steady; calculating; how far he could get if he picked it up and headed for the door. There was no one around. His bedroom door, to the hall to the front door, down the stairs (because elevators can be stopped) out the front door, in a cab, and to Seoul international airport….
Do I really need the suit case, he asked mentally. He had cloths back home; he could cut 10, maybe 15 minutes out of the whole plan, and be on a plane back to Canada in hours….
He shook his head.
He would never make it.
The members….they’d find away to be in the living room, someone on their way to the kitchen or bathroom and see him; suitcase in hand; and ask where was he going. And they’d ask in that voice that would have the members running to find out what was happening….no, the suit case would have to stay.
He walked to the door, eyed the suit case again and sighed, reaching for the handle.
Stepping to the hall, he heard nothing and proceeded to the front door.
The younger froze and turned slowly to find Yesung eating some ice cream, eying him curiously.
“Where are you going with the suitcase…”
Yesung blinked twice when he got no answer. “Henry,” the elder asked again, eyebrows rising with each step he took before reaching the other, “where are you going?”
“No where but to the cleaners hyung, my cloths in here smell worse then Eunhyuk hyungs socks.”
“I heard that!”
Henry shook his head with a playful laugh. Yesung snickered as well, "I was going to say; why not take them out but in this case; but for the love of god keep them in."
The older singer walked back to his room and once again Henry was alone with his thoughts; suitcase in hand and on his way out the door.
"Yeah; the day I give up gaming is the day you make a comeback with us, hyung. And make sure its a good movie this time. I'm tired of all this inner emotion crap--break something, yell at people, smack a bi*** if you have to! Show us some type of outer feeling. Your suppose to be growing as an actor, right? So surprise me with something better then that last movie you did...This is SM hyung; your roles should have been much much worth my time..."
Henry finds himself laughing, because only Kyuhyun can tell Kibum his acting isn't the best and live. The gamer locks eyes with him and rolls his eyes mouthing 'Actors' before returning to his computer. He wonder if Kyuhyun's words will sink through to Kibum. Maybe not; but they can always hope.
He starts for the door again but pauses once he sees Ryeowook poking Kangin. "Maybe when you get back, you'll be as hot as us," he teases, "cause once you got off the bottle--
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence," the other threaten. Wook only smiled and slide away from Kangin. "I have to agree," Eunhyuk added, "E.L.F. would like it if you came back all muscles and smiles...kinda like your Don't Don look."
"...I was hot then wasn't I?" Somewhere from the kitchen came a groan. "No need for ego boosting. Its bad enough having three Siwon wannabes as it is."
"And there is nothing wrong with that, hyung, who-has-a-thousand-cats," Siwon shot back; but quickly making a run for it as he heard Heechul slam down his bowl. Kangin laughed, eyes falling on Henry in the walkway to the door. "Going some where," he asked, causing everyone else to look Henry's way.
He held out the suitcase, "Cleaners." Eunhyuk pouted, "I don't smell that bad that you have to have them specially cleaned."
"Yes he dose," Yesung answered for Henry, "you stink and that's all there is to it."
"I wonder if its like this in the army," Kangin ask, "you know, smelly guys and all that?"
"I wonder will it be hard living with so many 24/7..."
Kyuhyun looked up from his game to Henry then back at Kangin. "....hyung I don't think you'll have a problem with that at all."
"I bet you'll be having a problem without me."
"I will," kyuhyun answered, "with you gone, Hyung will try to fill your void by filling me," he smirked suggestively. Henry excused himself from witnessing Kyu's death by controller hanging.
"Henry, do you mind," Sungmin held up a bag, "I can't go drop this off myself; Yuri threaten that if I don't finish this song with her she'll release those pics of me and," he coughs, "..you know."
Henry took the bag; thankful his girlfriend was hidden away in the streets of Hong Kong and no where near close to Seoul....
"..you sure this isn't an atempt to make sure I come back," he ask with a smirk. Sungmin shook his head, "no..you have to come back or else...."
Henry blinked, "...or else what...?"
Heechul appeared, with the brightest smile, "there will be hell to pay..."
"...so there's something worse then walking in on Shindong giving Nari sshi a lap dance?"
"Argh, visual images," Kyu threw his controller down and squeezed his eyes shut; Yesung looked sick and Sungmin shuddered.
Heechul tried to think of something worse then that but couldn't. "Well, Moch you've got me stomped; even I would let you go."
Henry laughed, "don't make me make that happen."
"Ew, stop talking about it already," Kangin demanded, "that's more worse then gay porn."
"So you're saying its more worse then KangTeuk fan service?"
"You're one to talk mister KyuMin, QMin, and Kyu2Min."
"I've had Minho and Taemin at the same time too?!"
"No, you sick bastard--"
"Why dose it matter," Sungmin couldn't believe his ears, "Kyuhyun please stop being weird!"
"Can't help it; I'm a product of SME!"
Henry burst out in giggles, casuing Sungmin to frown, "don't laugh at that!"
"It's too hard not too,' the youngest said as Sungmin pushed him to the door.
"Kids I swear," The pink man sighed as he shoved Henry out, "Oh, can you bring me a 2 liter coke on your way back, Siwon drunk the rest of mine last night."
"I did not!"
"The bottle is still under your bed," Sungmin shouted as he closed the door.
Henry took a monment to collect himself and sighed with a smile...
How could he ever think about leaving.....
A/N: This is part of my fic dump of the year. I have to start early or I'll forget and the year will just roll past with this still in my word processor.