The Angel's Lover (Super Junior: Leeteuk)

*The Never-Ending Game

~Third Person P.O.V~

After making sure everything was done and the door to the new apartment was locked, the four piled into Ryeowook's car.

"I'll drop you guys off at a store to pick up some things for the new place. And Jinmee, I'm giving you my card to buy whatever you want, so don't be a penny pincher; you deserve this. Let your nearly nonexistent girly side come out," Ryeowook said, pulling out a rectangular-shaped piece of plastic out of his wallet when they'd stopped at a red light.

At the slightly offensive words, she turned in her seat to punch her brother in the arm. 

"Says the one who can't go without make-up for more than an hour," she retorted, glaring out of the window of the moving vehicle.

Ryeowook scoffed at her before going silent and focusing on the road.

Within a few minutes, they were in front of a store titled "Home Supplies".

"Call me whenever you're ready to be picked up,"

With a swift nod, Leeteuk, Jinmee, and Donghae made their way out of the car, waving to Ryeowook as he backed out of the parking space he temporarily occupied and drove away. 

Leeteuk took Jinmee's hand in his own before smiling down at both her and her son.

"Don't worry. I'll be there to talk you out of your bad choice of decoration. Let's go," Leeteuk said.

Jinmee repeated her action of physical abuse - earlier used on Ryeowook - on his arm with a stern pout on her lips. Even so, it didn't stay for long once she heard the cute little giggles coming from her son as he watched his mother behave just as he would.

Though Jinmee didn't know it, her son wasn't giggling at her childishness.

He was happy his mother had finally found happiness again.

~Eunhyuk's P.O.V~

All schedules had been cleared for the members of Super Junior, which meant there was nothing to do for the rest of the day. So, with a little convincing done to some, we ended up watching some horror movie Yesung picked out to pass the time.

The film was at its climax when he came knocking, and with the only three people, who knew how to somehow control him and his actions, not at the dorm, we had no idea what to do. 

They only thing we could figure to do was let him in, considering his incessant knocking had turned into banging, which was more than likely causing a stir in the neighboring apartments about the loud noise (plus, they had a good reputation for being decently quiet despite there being so many people in one space, and they wanted to keep it). 

"Where the hell is she?" Ruki demanded, face red with what could only be anger when he stormed his way into the living room.

It was the most accurate read on his emotions I could get, anyway, judging from his appearance alone.

His hair was a mess, as if he had abused it one too many times with his fingers. He obviously hadn't bothered to change into something suitable for going outside without looking as if he had gone dumpster-diving, and as cliché as it may sound, you could practically see the steam floating from his ears.

"She? There is no 'she' in this dorm. There are only men, sir," Sungmin said, trying to play dumb.

Ruki let out a huff of annoyance.

"Fine. Don't tell me. I'll look for myself," he said.

He made his way to the hallway that held our rooms and ransacked each one, going through drawers full of clothing to find evidence. Eventually, he ended up pulling out a few personal items that were in Jinmee and Donghae's room.