[00OH1] Day One

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(First day of the O Henry series.)


Day One: Mine's Better than Yours

It was a bright shining day when Henry boarded the airplane with the six other members of Super Junior-M. As he and the other members put away their bags and got settled in, he sat in a window seat and looked out the glass, briefly contemplating what got them all there that day. This was the first time the seven of them were boarding an airplane that wasn’t transporting them to another part of Asia. Instead, they were heading to a place Henry called ‘home’; they were heading to Canada.

Henry had been missing his family and Canada a lot lately and so, Hankyung had gotten together with the other members and devised a plan: they would travel with Henry to Canada on their next vacation. When Hankyung had told him about the idea, he had never felt more grateful to the leader. When the others began showing their enthusiasm for the trip, he had never loved the other members more.

In the weeks leading up to their departure date, Henry was bombarded with questions about Canada. When he first became a trainee – and, later on, a member – there had been brief questions about his family and his home town. Now, however, the questions were more intricate, asking for more detail than ‘yes, it does snow there’. It was the hardest he had seen his hyungs study and it was the only time he had seen all six of them reading at the same time. It was also the most English attempted he had heard from any of them.

It was endearing, really.

However, Henry should have realized it wasn’t going to be picture perfect; he should’ve known anything involving all Super Junior – M members (especially that damn Kyuhyun) was bound to be nothing less than chaotic.

The first sign happened on the first day of their holiday. Henry turned to look away from the window just as Hankyung sat down in the seat next to him, a big smile on his face,

“Are you excited, Henry?”

Henry nodded, “Especially since you’re all coming with me. For once, I’ll be showing you hyungs around!”

“Oh, there’s something I was wondering, what was that book you showed the people at the airport?” Hankyung asked,

Henry blinked, “Book? What book?”

“The one with your picture in it; it was blue?” Hankyung elaborated.

“My picture? Blue? Do you mean my passport?” Henry asked as he picked up his backpack that he had placed at his feet. Reaching into its depths, he withdrew the thin, blue passport, “This?”

“That’s your passport?” Hankyung asked,

“Yes – what’s wrong with my passport!?” Henry demanded, eyes narrowing slightly,

“Well… it’s blue,” Hankyung replied as if that explained everything.

“So, yours and Zhou Mi’s is red,” Henry pointed out,

“Yes, but red is a strong colour; a brave colour; a proud colour,” Hankyung stated,

Henry raised an eyebrow, fighting the twitch of his lips, “I didn’t know a colour could be so arrogant.”

Hankyung rolled his eyes, “It’s better than blue; blue’s so… so… depressing.”

“It is not depressing! Your face is depressing!” Henry defended,

“No, your passport,” Hankyung nodded matter-of-factly, “Is depressing.”

Henry replaced his passport and dropped his bag back onto the floor. Crossing his arms, he stared at his hyung, “I don’t hear you talking about Korea’s passport.”

“Nothing wrong with green,” Hankyung stated, “And we both have Korean passports.”

“Mine are still better than yours,” Henry countered as he began to untangle the headphones that had been given on their way onto the airplane.

Hankyung raised his eyebrows in suspicion; his dongsaeng’s attitude had turned too quickly; “And why do you think your passports are better than mine? We both have Korean passports and I’ve just explained why my red passport is better than your blue passport.”

“Mine are better, hyung,” Henry explained as he began to slip the headphones over his ears and plug them into the armrest’s console, “Because my passports don’t have your ugly picture in them.”

Hankyung’s jaw dropped in silent protest. Henry flashed a grin at him as he pulled out his raspberry-flavoured lip balm and began applying a thin layer on his lips.

“Besides, Canada’s bigger than China. So, I win.”


(Day Two: Eating kosher)


A/N: The order of countries from largest to smallest goes like this: Russia and then Canada. I'm not sure where China falls in, I just know that Canada is the 2nd largest country in the world (I don't think anyone could deny Russia's #1 ahaha). If you're not sure or you doubt me, there's nothing stopping you from researching it yourself. Whenever I write facts in my story, I make sure to research it first; any good writer would do the same.