Title: What's in a name: Heechul
Characters: Heechul
Rating: G
Wordcount: 599
Summary: History was like an already turned page to him.
A/N: I wrote the first drabble (which was Leeteuk's) on the 8th of May and since then have gradually written the others as well. It is one drabble a member. There are no plotlines, this is basically my positive fangirl view on what goes on in their minds I guess, and I just really enjoyed writing these out, although it sometimes was a major battle.
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History was like an already turned page to him.
E ven though he didn’t think life would turn out the way it did for him, he was happy that it had. Because by following the course his life had taken, he had been able to find out lots of surprising truths about life, about love, about work, about others and, most importantly, about himself. He had discovered that his pretty face would take him far in life, but not all the way. Never all the way. One needed skills too to make something good out of life. He had learned that the hard way.
Every so many months, he would drink too much, drop down somewhere and think about life. He then often wondered what he would do with his once the fairytale ended. Because surely his idol status would once be taken from him. He also sometimes thought back to the car accident, remembering how close he had been to losing his life back then and how frail a human life really was. Thoughts like that, however, were only allowed on those drunk nights. At other times, the past was a closed book and the present was the future to him. Complaining about past things wasn’t his cup of tea.
Complaining about present things, however, was. He liked to give his members a hard time. Mostly because they never gave him crap about it. It was funny to see how they tried to let him have a feeling of superiority, even though they all knew Youngwoon could floor him with one blow and Jungsoo could shut him up with a single word. The beauty of it all was that they didn’t. They let him play strong and arrogant, as long as he kept to the silent rule of not interfering with any of the others’ wellbeing.
Having a group of close friends like his members was something he had never deemed possible. He used to be his school number one loner. The boy who had friends but didn’t really need them. He used to be a worriless kid. But then real life had gushed down on him and he was more than happy to have had his friends around at that time. If there was anything in his life that he was truly, unbelievably grateful for, it was to have met the fourteen people that always had his back whenever things got rough.
Unlike what many people thought, he was a very emotional person. He would sometimes spend a whole day looking at the things around him and realising how precious everything was. More often than once, he would be thinking over his life and philosophizing about it. No one had ever noticed it because of his positive and carefree behaviour when other people were watching. Only those close to him would know, and whenever his emotions took the upper hand, they were there to make him feel better again.
Living a life the way he did was risky, but all the more fun, even if he said so himself. There was no way he would change the course of his life even if he had the chance to. Because no matter how hard it could be and how annoyed he could get by all the dongsaengs, he loved them all in his own hard-voiced way and showed it by the way he would laugh at their stupid jokes and the way his eyes would sparkle when he pulled another prank on them. He also knew that without them, he wouldn’t even be half of what he was today.
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Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Monday, 29 August 2011
[FIC] I dare you to move
Title: I dare you to move
Characters: Hyukjae, Zhou Mi, Donghae, Heechul, Kibum, Siwon
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 3.314
Summary: They're trying to find the lesser one of all evils
A/N: So this is a story I started writing after reading one of my friend's newest fics. It inspired me to write abstract, vague stuff and this is what came out of that. The title comes from the song I've been listening to non-stop to write this; Dare you to move by Switchfoot. Aside from that I have nothing to say about this. I strangely love the story, especially the ending, which came out after reading one of Tablo's stories. ^^ I wish to warn my readers for character death. Nothing explicitly gross or anything, but people die. That is life.
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The world is a dark place.
Literally.
To some it’s normal, they don’t know any better. To others it’s a sign of how much the world has changed since they were born.
He’s one of those that don’t have a clue.
But Heechul, Heechul speaks of wondrous scenes and abstract things like rainbows, or a shiny yellow orb called the sun.
It’s a dark world, but there’s still dreams and if you really want, you can make it big. Or at least that’s what they tell themselves when they lie awake in bed until late at night, trying to act like it’s not all bad and gruesome.
He usually fails at that.
It’s a dark Friday morning when they gather at the corner of the school building, Siwon bringing a few cigarettes, Donghae holding up the lighter he stole from his parents, Hyukjae taking the first drag. Zhou Mi just stands next to Hyukjae and looks at them. His expression is slightly judging, but he doesn’t say a word about it. They all know they’re doing something bad anyway.
“So what are the plans for the long weekend?” Donghae asks and he blows the cigarette smoke back out as he talks. It crinkles up into the air, becoming invisible to their eyes not long after.
They all shrug in reply to the question. There obviously are no plans.
“We could go somewhere together?” Hyukjae suggests. They pretend to think about it, but the answer is clear already. It’s always yes. What else would they do with their time?
“Hang out at the Monster?” Siwon adds like an afterthought and the other two nod in unison.
“Yo, Siwon, Hae, what have you two been up to? Haven’t seen you around lately!” It’s Youngwoon who walks up to them, wraps them in manly hugs and pats their backs rather harshly. Hyukjae is ignored, but he’s used to that. In this world of back alley clubs and spotlights his friends are more famous than he is. It’s not always clear if he cares about it or not.
“Been here and there, nothing much,” Siwon replies to their friend, tough grin on his face. These are their images, the parts they need to play in the theatre that is their lives. Siwon is the tough one, the one who beats up anyone that even dares to touch them. He’s growing more and more into that image lately. “What about you, hyung? Beat up some more people lately?” He laughs, Youngwoon laughs, Donghae does too. Hyukjae stays a little in the background. Zhou Mi didn’t even bother coming.
Zhou Mi is worth even less than Hyukjae in this scenery. He does not fight people, nor does he look angry or scary. Zhou Mi is the lamb of the underground world. You can’t find anyone more innocent than him in the world they live in.
But Siwon is not the only tough one. Donghae is Siwon’s right hand, in some way of speaking. Donghae doesn’t hit people, nor does he have that tough smile, but when he stares at someone long enough, they’ll leave anyway. No one wants to get Donghae angry.
It’s not exactly the fact that Donghae looks scary when he’s angry, or that he has killed someone in the past. What scares them is that he has never been angry before in a world where being angry is the new breathing. There’s nothing to win with kindness. One has to be hard and tough to survive, is what they say.
Donghae is not at all, but only Hyukjae knows this. Not even Siwon does.
“Yah you bastard, try saying that again with my fist in your face!” the tall, well-built man yells at him. Hyukjae merely looks back, eyes ever so cold. Usually he’s not the one to impress people, but there’s a certain absence of fear about him at that moment that makes his opponent hesitate. And hesitation is all it takes in the world they live in.
“I shall repeat myself; you’re a dickhead and you should stay the fuck away from my friends.” Hyukjae speaks then, voice icy, eyes still piercing into the other’s. They stand like that for a moment, before the guy who’s probably twice Hyukjae’s size relaxes and leaves.
Hyukjae calmly turns to the person he just saved then, reaching out a hand and helping the other up. “You alright?” he asks, getting a short nod in reply. The guy he saved is about half a head taller than him, doesn’t look like he’s familiar with the underground life, and smiles with so much innocence still it’s hard to think he’s lived in the same world as them for his whole life.
“You didn’t have to do that.” he speaks once he’s standing steady, voice a kind of caramel smooth with a rough edge to it. “I could’ve taken him on my own.” Hyukjae eyes the other in a scrutinising way, eyes wandering over the smooth face and unharmed skin, before he nods shortly and pulls his hand out of the gentle grip.
“Don’t get yourself in trouble again, okay? The streets are no place for people like you. You’d better stay inside the city walls.” he replies uninterestedly, turning away and walking off. But the stranger calls after him and he stops to look back.
“When I said I could’ve taken him on my own, I meant it. But thanks anyway, Hyukjae-ssi. When you need help one day, I’ll be the one to rescue you instead.” the boy speaks, pulling something out of his back pocket and throwing it at Hyukjae. It’s a pocket knife, the name ‘Kibum’ engraved in it. “Show this to someone important when you need help. People know where to find me.”
There’s a nod, a glimpse of a smirk and then Kibum turns around and walks away, disappearing into some back alley as he goes. Hyukjae is left staring after him, wondering how the hell that guy knows his real name.
“Remember the days when the world was brighter?” Heechul asks one day, something lighting up his eyes, but he shakes his head to that. The elder snorts, before sighing. “Yeah.. No one does.” he speaks then, smiling and lifting a hand to ruffle his hair. “No one does..” he repeats, but the light has left his eyes again.
He watches his hyung often, sitting in the chair close to Heechul’s bed, looking at how the light flashes on his pale skin. There’s so many emotions that Heechul hides. They’re all hiding something, so it’s nothing very surprising, but to him it feels like Heechul doesn’t specifically try to hide anything, his emotions just happen to not be visible to others.
One day Donghae takes a punch for Hyukjae. The fist is supposed to hit Hyukjae unconscious, but instead Donghae jumps in the way, taking it with his back and slamming into the ground. There’s a moment in which everyone stares at the boy on the ground, but then the attacker realises what he’s done and everyone runs as fast as they can.
Hyukjae crouches down in the blink of an eye, rolls his friend over and looks straight at Donghae’s bleeding nose and scraped forehead. The angle of the street light creates shadows under Donghae’s eyes that reflect how little sleep he's had over the past weeks.
Siwon rages at everyone who remains in a too close proximity with them and deals a few punches to people he knows relate to the guy who hit Donghae. Hyukjae watches it with empty eyes as he helps Donghae sit up and wipes the little pieces of gravel off of his friend’s face. He vaguely wonders if Siwon would have reacted like that too if he were the one to take the punch, but drops the idea before it can bring him pain.
When Hyukjae arrives at school the next morning, Zhou Mi’s applying disinfectant on Donghae’s forehead, while Donghae stares at the tall boy in faked annoyance, pretending to be tough. Zhou Mi makes sure he’s done before Siwon arrives.
“Where were you this weekend?” Siwon demands to know and Hyukjae frowns but remains silent, because they never ask questions about the others’ whereabouts. It’s an unwritten rule. “I asked you a question.” Siwon states then, expression darkening. Hyukjae just keeps staring, until the fist comes at him seemingly out of nowhere. He darts out of reach before it can hit him, taking his hands out of his pockets to defend himself if necessary and looking at Siwon in genuine surprise.
“Since when is it any of your business what I do with my weekends?” he asks, voice cold, some of that life in his eyes that surprises Siwon. They are not used to fire and fighting spirit. People are dull, people are tired, people are just trying to end up in the lesser one of all the evils. Hyukjae is starting to look more and more like he’s willing to live and it unsettles Siwon. Donghae merely stays out of it.
Zhou Mi just stands a little aside and looks at them judgingly. He always does.
“Forests were very pretty places. When I was younger my parents would take me on long walks through the forests and I’d play in the mud or chase after wild animals.”
It sounds like a fairytale to him, but Heechul is obviously lost in memories, smiling for once without that hint of regret. It makes him smile too as he runs his fingers through his hair and settles into the chair a little better. He wants to ask something more about those forests and what they looked like, but Heechul’s fallen asleep again, his breathing even.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Siwon hisses, and Donghae tightens his grip on the taller man’s wrist. Siwon doesn’t even try to struggle, he just glares. Hyukjae ignores the hatred seeping out of every part of Siwon’s body. Zhou Mi stands next to them with hurt in his eyes and pleading looks that for some reason keep going to Hyukjae and not to Siwon, as if he’s more scared of what the first will do than of Siwon’s anger.
“Like I said.” Hyukjae states calmly. “I’m talking to one of my acquaintances.” He turns around again then, completely disregarding anything that might be said to him from then on as he walks back to Hangeng - probably one of Siwon’s biggest enemies in the underground scene.
The next thing they know, Siwon throws himself forward and it takes both Donghae, Zhou Mi and two of Hangeng’s friends to stop the fight that ensues. Hyukjae comes out with several bleeding wounds and a look in his eyes that speaks of nothing but disappointment. Siwon realises that whatever he has been seeing in Hyukjae’s eyes for the past weeks, has finally made it further than just his eyes. Hyukjae is no longer the gullible kid they got to know him as.
Sitting in the back of a truck, they look out over a never-ending road that seems to fly by. An endless stream of asphalt and building ruins on the side. Hyukjae’s silent, arms wrapped around his knees that he pulled up against his chest. Zhou Mi’s sitting next to him, head having slouched to the side in his sleep. There’s no one else with them, no Donghae or Siwon, just the two of them.
It doesn’t take long for Zhou Mi to wake up, a bump in the road making him open his eyes in a flash. He looks around drowsily and tries to remember what he’s doing in the car. When he finally does, he stares at the passing road with empty eyes.
“Why are we here?” he asks after a moment of silence, and Hyukjae turns to look at him.
“I don’t know. I wanted to get out of there. Don’t you ever want to get out of that place? It’s all lifeless and dark.” he speaks, making Zhou Mi smile mirthlessly.
“The whole world is dark.” he says, but they both knew that already anyway. “Why did you take me along?” he adds then.
“Because you’re not.” Hyukjae smiles, something in his eyes that reminds Zhou Mi of life.
“I’m not what?” he inquires, trying to understand what his friend is talking about.
“You’re not dark, Mi, not lifeless.” Hyukjae replies then, turning to look at him and smiling still. “You’re alive and you’re hoping to make your life better than what it is now. None of us tries to do that. We just go with how things are. Smoking, drinking, fighting. You do none of that. You smile so genuinely and people call you a moron for it, but you don’t care. You just keep smiling. I don’t want you to have to live in that dark place.”
Zhou Mi hears things between the sentences that Hyukjae can’t bear to say out loud and he easily wraps an arm around the other’s shoulders, allowing Hyukjae to lean into the touch.
Sometimes he asks himself if he could draw a circle on the wall and walk through it. Heechul says anything is possible as long as you believe in it. Reality says it’s a solid stone wall, you can’t walk through that, and if you do try anyway you’ll have a headache. He likes Heechul’s way of thinking more, but still abides by reality’s words, because that is what he lives in.
“Not everything comes flying into your arms.” Heechul tells him, voice having grown hoarser throughout the years they’ve known each other. “But some things do even when you don’t want them to. You can try to outrun something like that, but in the end it’ll catch up with you and you’ll be stuck with it. Life is not a playground. It has become a battlefield.”
He smiles without happiness, runs his fingertips over the armrest of his chair and tries to imagine possible scenarios for every single crack in it. Heechul says something more, but it is in that language he doesn’t understand so he doesn’t listen to it. When he looks up several moments later, Heechul is looking at him with a distant expression on his face. He understands what is being said to him without hearing any words.
“Why didn’t you ask Donghae to come instead of me?” Zhou Mi asks him one day as they sit at the kitchen table eating their instant noodles. The Chinese man’s dark hair is tied into a small ponytail on the back of his head, his dark eyes peering at Hyukjae with a wisdom in them that is beyond his age. He clicks his chopsticks together in front of the other’s face when there’s no immediate response and smiles teasingly. “How often do I have to tell you no to sleep with your eyes open? Eat your food before it’s cold.”
Hyukjae blinks at that, consciously looks at his friend then, and tries to smile back. He fails awkwardly at it. “Donghae...” he speaks in a soft voice when Zhou Mi does not look away. “He cares about Siwon too much. He wouldn’t leave his hyung to go with me.” There’s a sad touch to Hyukjae’s smile, but Zhou Mi knows it’s not because Donghae doesn’t want to come along with him, but because he chooses to live in an environment he’s not made for just so he can be with the one he admires. Hyukjae regrets that Donghae can’t live like they’re doing.
They start to fall into a lifestyle that feels foreign to them, yet is normal for everyone else around them. Finishing up their studies, going to school every day and coming home to either cook dinner or eat what the other has prepared. The one home first makes the food is the golden rule, except for during the weekends, when they mostly just order in. It’s a comfortable existence they have and it works out even after university when they both get a job.
It all changes halfway into their first year of work, when a dark letter is sent by mail. The name on the back is not familiar to Zhou Mi, a certain man with the surname Kim, but Hyukjae pales a little upon seeing it and refuses to even look at it. Zhou Mi is not allowed to touch it either and he doesn’t because it’s addressed to Hyukjae not him. The next day the letter disappears and Hyukjae doesn’t talk about it anymore. That weekend, Zhou Mi wakes up in the middle of the night to a crying Hyukjae on the kitchen floor.
He wraps an arm around the other, pulls the lifeless body against his and hugs it. Hyukjae’s body trembles with soundless sobs, his tears seeming unending. He cries until well past five in the morning and Zhou Mi sits with him, holds him, comforts him. When Hyukjae stops crying, he holds him a little more, until trembling fingers bring a crumbled paper into view. When it unfolds, Zhou Mi read one thing only but needs no more.
‘Lee Donghae’ it says in dark, mysterious font that speaks of endings and silence. Hyukjae doesn’t talk for a whole week and when he finally says something during dinner the next Monday, he pretends nothing happened. Zhou Mi doesn’t try to force reality onto him.
They sit on the balcony one day, looking out over the streets where cars pass by occasionally. Hyukjae hums a song that sounds distantly familiar. It fills them with melancholy.
“How did you get us here?” Zhou Mi asks at some point. “Where did the truck come from that took us?”
“I got help from a friend.” Hyukjae states, staring into the distance. He’s clutching something in his hands that looks like a pocket knife with slight writing on it.
“Do you think I will ever see the sun, hyung?” he asks and Heechul smiles.
“Maybe.. But you shouldn’t hope for too much.” the elder replies, always honest, never giving hope when there is nothing to hope for. He smiles as well then, nodding slightly.
“I guess so.” he replies. Heechul nods too, then closes his eyes. He’ll probably fall asleep again soon.
He looks outside the window at the sky covered in clouds and the streets filled with kids trying to pick the lesser one out of all the evils. He tells himself he tried his best for them, that there’s nothing he can do about it. Even his mind doesn’t believe him when he remembers the grave of an innocent young man who was full of life but chose to die for someone he didn’t even know.
When he looks up at Heechul, the elder is not breathing anymore. He smiles a bitter smile and gets up, pulling the blanket over Heechul’s face. He mumbles something that might or might not be a prayer and walks out of the hospital room to tell a nurse.
One day the news speaks of possibilities that the sky might clear enough above their city to catch a glimpse of the sun. The next day they say the assumption was wrong. No hopes are crushed because no one bothers to hope for these things anymore.
The next week the sky does clear above their city and everyone stays inside because they’re afraid to get burned. Hyukjae goes to the park and stares at the sun all day. Zhou Mi sits next to him with an umbrella shielding him from the sunlight, watching the trees’ shadows wave on the ground. When they go home in the evening, Hyukjae sees black spots everywhere and they laugh when he walks into a street light for the third time.
It sounds foreign even to their own ears, but they do it again the fourth time as well.
Characters: Hyukjae, Zhou Mi, Donghae, Heechul, Kibum, Siwon
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 3.314
Summary: They're trying to find the lesser one of all evils
A/N: So this is a story I started writing after reading one of my friend's newest fics. It inspired me to write abstract, vague stuff and this is what came out of that. The title comes from the song I've been listening to non-stop to write this; Dare you to move by Switchfoot. Aside from that I have nothing to say about this. I strangely love the story, especially the ending, which came out after reading one of Tablo's stories. ^^ I wish to warn my readers for character death. Nothing explicitly gross or anything, but people die. That is life.
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The world is a dark place.
Literally.
To some it’s normal, they don’t know any better. To others it’s a sign of how much the world has changed since they were born.
He’s one of those that don’t have a clue.
But Heechul, Heechul speaks of wondrous scenes and abstract things like rainbows, or a shiny yellow orb called the sun.
It’s a dark world, but there’s still dreams and if you really want, you can make it big. Or at least that’s what they tell themselves when they lie awake in bed until late at night, trying to act like it’s not all bad and gruesome.
He usually fails at that.
\/\/\/\/\/
It’s a dark Friday morning when they gather at the corner of the school building, Siwon bringing a few cigarettes, Donghae holding up the lighter he stole from his parents, Hyukjae taking the first drag. Zhou Mi just stands next to Hyukjae and looks at them. His expression is slightly judging, but he doesn’t say a word about it. They all know they’re doing something bad anyway.
“So what are the plans for the long weekend?” Donghae asks and he blows the cigarette smoke back out as he talks. It crinkles up into the air, becoming invisible to their eyes not long after.
They all shrug in reply to the question. There obviously are no plans.
“We could go somewhere together?” Hyukjae suggests. They pretend to think about it, but the answer is clear already. It’s always yes. What else would they do with their time?
“Hang out at the Monster?” Siwon adds like an afterthought and the other two nod in unison.
/\/\/\/\/\
“Yo, Siwon, Hae, what have you two been up to? Haven’t seen you around lately!” It’s Youngwoon who walks up to them, wraps them in manly hugs and pats their backs rather harshly. Hyukjae is ignored, but he’s used to that. In this world of back alley clubs and spotlights his friends are more famous than he is. It’s not always clear if he cares about it or not.
“Been here and there, nothing much,” Siwon replies to their friend, tough grin on his face. These are their images, the parts they need to play in the theatre that is their lives. Siwon is the tough one, the one who beats up anyone that even dares to touch them. He’s growing more and more into that image lately. “What about you, hyung? Beat up some more people lately?” He laughs, Youngwoon laughs, Donghae does too. Hyukjae stays a little in the background. Zhou Mi didn’t even bother coming.
Zhou Mi is worth even less than Hyukjae in this scenery. He does not fight people, nor does he look angry or scary. Zhou Mi is the lamb of the underground world. You can’t find anyone more innocent than him in the world they live in.
But Siwon is not the only tough one. Donghae is Siwon’s right hand, in some way of speaking. Donghae doesn’t hit people, nor does he have that tough smile, but when he stares at someone long enough, they’ll leave anyway. No one wants to get Donghae angry.
It’s not exactly the fact that Donghae looks scary when he’s angry, or that he has killed someone in the past. What scares them is that he has never been angry before in a world where being angry is the new breathing. There’s nothing to win with kindness. One has to be hard and tough to survive, is what they say.
Donghae is not at all, but only Hyukjae knows this. Not even Siwon does.
\/\/\/\/\/
“Yah you bastard, try saying that again with my fist in your face!” the tall, well-built man yells at him. Hyukjae merely looks back, eyes ever so cold. Usually he’s not the one to impress people, but there’s a certain absence of fear about him at that moment that makes his opponent hesitate. And hesitation is all it takes in the world they live in.
“I shall repeat myself; you’re a dickhead and you should stay the fuck away from my friends.” Hyukjae speaks then, voice icy, eyes still piercing into the other’s. They stand like that for a moment, before the guy who’s probably twice Hyukjae’s size relaxes and leaves.
Hyukjae calmly turns to the person he just saved then, reaching out a hand and helping the other up. “You alright?” he asks, getting a short nod in reply. The guy he saved is about half a head taller than him, doesn’t look like he’s familiar with the underground life, and smiles with so much innocence still it’s hard to think he’s lived in the same world as them for his whole life.
“You didn’t have to do that.” he speaks once he’s standing steady, voice a kind of caramel smooth with a rough edge to it. “I could’ve taken him on my own.” Hyukjae eyes the other in a scrutinising way, eyes wandering over the smooth face and unharmed skin, before he nods shortly and pulls his hand out of the gentle grip.
“Don’t get yourself in trouble again, okay? The streets are no place for people like you. You’d better stay inside the city walls.” he replies uninterestedly, turning away and walking off. But the stranger calls after him and he stops to look back.
“When I said I could’ve taken him on my own, I meant it. But thanks anyway, Hyukjae-ssi. When you need help one day, I’ll be the one to rescue you instead.” the boy speaks, pulling something out of his back pocket and throwing it at Hyukjae. It’s a pocket knife, the name ‘Kibum’ engraved in it. “Show this to someone important when you need help. People know where to find me.”
There’s a nod, a glimpse of a smirk and then Kibum turns around and walks away, disappearing into some back alley as he goes. Hyukjae is left staring after him, wondering how the hell that guy knows his real name.
/\/\/\/\/\
“Remember the days when the world was brighter?” Heechul asks one day, something lighting up his eyes, but he shakes his head to that. The elder snorts, before sighing. “Yeah.. No one does.” he speaks then, smiling and lifting a hand to ruffle his hair. “No one does..” he repeats, but the light has left his eyes again.
He watches his hyung often, sitting in the chair close to Heechul’s bed, looking at how the light flashes on his pale skin. There’s so many emotions that Heechul hides. They’re all hiding something, so it’s nothing very surprising, but to him it feels like Heechul doesn’t specifically try to hide anything, his emotions just happen to not be visible to others.
\/\/\/\/\/
One day Donghae takes a punch for Hyukjae. The fist is supposed to hit Hyukjae unconscious, but instead Donghae jumps in the way, taking it with his back and slamming into the ground. There’s a moment in which everyone stares at the boy on the ground, but then the attacker realises what he’s done and everyone runs as fast as they can.
Hyukjae crouches down in the blink of an eye, rolls his friend over and looks straight at Donghae’s bleeding nose and scraped forehead. The angle of the street light creates shadows under Donghae’s eyes that reflect how little sleep he's had over the past weeks.
Siwon rages at everyone who remains in a too close proximity with them and deals a few punches to people he knows relate to the guy who hit Donghae. Hyukjae watches it with empty eyes as he helps Donghae sit up and wipes the little pieces of gravel off of his friend’s face. He vaguely wonders if Siwon would have reacted like that too if he were the one to take the punch, but drops the idea before it can bring him pain.
When Hyukjae arrives at school the next morning, Zhou Mi’s applying disinfectant on Donghae’s forehead, while Donghae stares at the tall boy in faked annoyance, pretending to be tough. Zhou Mi makes sure he’s done before Siwon arrives.
/\/\/\/\/\
“Where were you this weekend?” Siwon demands to know and Hyukjae frowns but remains silent, because they never ask questions about the others’ whereabouts. It’s an unwritten rule. “I asked you a question.” Siwon states then, expression darkening. Hyukjae just keeps staring, until the fist comes at him seemingly out of nowhere. He darts out of reach before it can hit him, taking his hands out of his pockets to defend himself if necessary and looking at Siwon in genuine surprise.
“Since when is it any of your business what I do with my weekends?” he asks, voice cold, some of that life in his eyes that surprises Siwon. They are not used to fire and fighting spirit. People are dull, people are tired, people are just trying to end up in the lesser one of all the evils. Hyukjae is starting to look more and more like he’s willing to live and it unsettles Siwon. Donghae merely stays out of it.
Zhou Mi just stands a little aside and looks at them judgingly. He always does.
\/\/\/\/\/
“Forests were very pretty places. When I was younger my parents would take me on long walks through the forests and I’d play in the mud or chase after wild animals.”
It sounds like a fairytale to him, but Heechul is obviously lost in memories, smiling for once without that hint of regret. It makes him smile too as he runs his fingers through his hair and settles into the chair a little better. He wants to ask something more about those forests and what they looked like, but Heechul’s fallen asleep again, his breathing even.
/\/\/\/\/\
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Siwon hisses, and Donghae tightens his grip on the taller man’s wrist. Siwon doesn’t even try to struggle, he just glares. Hyukjae ignores the hatred seeping out of every part of Siwon’s body. Zhou Mi stands next to them with hurt in his eyes and pleading looks that for some reason keep going to Hyukjae and not to Siwon, as if he’s more scared of what the first will do than of Siwon’s anger.
“Like I said.” Hyukjae states calmly. “I’m talking to one of my acquaintances.” He turns around again then, completely disregarding anything that might be said to him from then on as he walks back to Hangeng - probably one of Siwon’s biggest enemies in the underground scene.
The next thing they know, Siwon throws himself forward and it takes both Donghae, Zhou Mi and two of Hangeng’s friends to stop the fight that ensues. Hyukjae comes out with several bleeding wounds and a look in his eyes that speaks of nothing but disappointment. Siwon realises that whatever he has been seeing in Hyukjae’s eyes for the past weeks, has finally made it further than just his eyes. Hyukjae is no longer the gullible kid they got to know him as.
\/\/\/\/\/
Sitting in the back of a truck, they look out over a never-ending road that seems to fly by. An endless stream of asphalt and building ruins on the side. Hyukjae’s silent, arms wrapped around his knees that he pulled up against his chest. Zhou Mi’s sitting next to him, head having slouched to the side in his sleep. There’s no one else with them, no Donghae or Siwon, just the two of them.
It doesn’t take long for Zhou Mi to wake up, a bump in the road making him open his eyes in a flash. He looks around drowsily and tries to remember what he’s doing in the car. When he finally does, he stares at the passing road with empty eyes.
“Why are we here?” he asks after a moment of silence, and Hyukjae turns to look at him.
“I don’t know. I wanted to get out of there. Don’t you ever want to get out of that place? It’s all lifeless and dark.” he speaks, making Zhou Mi smile mirthlessly.
“The whole world is dark.” he says, but they both knew that already anyway. “Why did you take me along?” he adds then.
“Because you’re not.” Hyukjae smiles, something in his eyes that reminds Zhou Mi of life.
“I’m not what?” he inquires, trying to understand what his friend is talking about.
“You’re not dark, Mi, not lifeless.” Hyukjae replies then, turning to look at him and smiling still. “You’re alive and you’re hoping to make your life better than what it is now. None of us tries to do that. We just go with how things are. Smoking, drinking, fighting. You do none of that. You smile so genuinely and people call you a moron for it, but you don’t care. You just keep smiling. I don’t want you to have to live in that dark place.”
Zhou Mi hears things between the sentences that Hyukjae can’t bear to say out loud and he easily wraps an arm around the other’s shoulders, allowing Hyukjae to lean into the touch.
/\/\/\/\/\
Sometimes he asks himself if he could draw a circle on the wall and walk through it. Heechul says anything is possible as long as you believe in it. Reality says it’s a solid stone wall, you can’t walk through that, and if you do try anyway you’ll have a headache. He likes Heechul’s way of thinking more, but still abides by reality’s words, because that is what he lives in.
“Not everything comes flying into your arms.” Heechul tells him, voice having grown hoarser throughout the years they’ve known each other. “But some things do even when you don’t want them to. You can try to outrun something like that, but in the end it’ll catch up with you and you’ll be stuck with it. Life is not a playground. It has become a battlefield.”
He smiles without happiness, runs his fingertips over the armrest of his chair and tries to imagine possible scenarios for every single crack in it. Heechul says something more, but it is in that language he doesn’t understand so he doesn’t listen to it. When he looks up several moments later, Heechul is looking at him with a distant expression on his face. He understands what is being said to him without hearing any words.
\/\/\/\/\/
“Why didn’t you ask Donghae to come instead of me?” Zhou Mi asks him one day as they sit at the kitchen table eating their instant noodles. The Chinese man’s dark hair is tied into a small ponytail on the back of his head, his dark eyes peering at Hyukjae with a wisdom in them that is beyond his age. He clicks his chopsticks together in front of the other’s face when there’s no immediate response and smiles teasingly. “How often do I have to tell you no to sleep with your eyes open? Eat your food before it’s cold.”
Hyukjae blinks at that, consciously looks at his friend then, and tries to smile back. He fails awkwardly at it. “Donghae...” he speaks in a soft voice when Zhou Mi does not look away. “He cares about Siwon too much. He wouldn’t leave his hyung to go with me.” There’s a sad touch to Hyukjae’s smile, but Zhou Mi knows it’s not because Donghae doesn’t want to come along with him, but because he chooses to live in an environment he’s not made for just so he can be with the one he admires. Hyukjae regrets that Donghae can’t live like they’re doing.
/\/\/\/\/\
They start to fall into a lifestyle that feels foreign to them, yet is normal for everyone else around them. Finishing up their studies, going to school every day and coming home to either cook dinner or eat what the other has prepared. The one home first makes the food is the golden rule, except for during the weekends, when they mostly just order in. It’s a comfortable existence they have and it works out even after university when they both get a job.
It all changes halfway into their first year of work, when a dark letter is sent by mail. The name on the back is not familiar to Zhou Mi, a certain man with the surname Kim, but Hyukjae pales a little upon seeing it and refuses to even look at it. Zhou Mi is not allowed to touch it either and he doesn’t because it’s addressed to Hyukjae not him. The next day the letter disappears and Hyukjae doesn’t talk about it anymore. That weekend, Zhou Mi wakes up in the middle of the night to a crying Hyukjae on the kitchen floor.
He wraps an arm around the other, pulls the lifeless body against his and hugs it. Hyukjae’s body trembles with soundless sobs, his tears seeming unending. He cries until well past five in the morning and Zhou Mi sits with him, holds him, comforts him. When Hyukjae stops crying, he holds him a little more, until trembling fingers bring a crumbled paper into view. When it unfolds, Zhou Mi read one thing only but needs no more.
‘Lee Donghae’ it says in dark, mysterious font that speaks of endings and silence. Hyukjae doesn’t talk for a whole week and when he finally says something during dinner the next Monday, he pretends nothing happened. Zhou Mi doesn’t try to force reality onto him.
\/\/\/\/\/
They sit on the balcony one day, looking out over the streets where cars pass by occasionally. Hyukjae hums a song that sounds distantly familiar. It fills them with melancholy.
“How did you get us here?” Zhou Mi asks at some point. “Where did the truck come from that took us?”
“I got help from a friend.” Hyukjae states, staring into the distance. He’s clutching something in his hands that looks like a pocket knife with slight writing on it.
/\/\/\/\/\
“Do you think I will ever see the sun, hyung?” he asks and Heechul smiles.
“Maybe.. But you shouldn’t hope for too much.” the elder replies, always honest, never giving hope when there is nothing to hope for. He smiles as well then, nodding slightly.
“I guess so.” he replies. Heechul nods too, then closes his eyes. He’ll probably fall asleep again soon.
He looks outside the window at the sky covered in clouds and the streets filled with kids trying to pick the lesser one out of all the evils. He tells himself he tried his best for them, that there’s nothing he can do about it. Even his mind doesn’t believe him when he remembers the grave of an innocent young man who was full of life but chose to die for someone he didn’t even know.
When he looks up at Heechul, the elder is not breathing anymore. He smiles a bitter smile and gets up, pulling the blanket over Heechul’s face. He mumbles something that might or might not be a prayer and walks out of the hospital room to tell a nurse.
\/\/\/\/\/
One day the news speaks of possibilities that the sky might clear enough above their city to catch a glimpse of the sun. The next day they say the assumption was wrong. No hopes are crushed because no one bothers to hope for these things anymore.
The next week the sky does clear above their city and everyone stays inside because they’re afraid to get burned. Hyukjae goes to the park and stares at the sun all day. Zhou Mi sits next to him with an umbrella shielding him from the sunlight, watching the trees’ shadows wave on the ground. When they go home in the evening, Hyukjae sees black spots everywhere and they laugh when he walks into a street light for the third time.
It sounds foreign even to their own ears, but they do it again the fourth time as well.
[FIC] Just for one night
Title: Just for one night
Characters: Hangeng, Heechul
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1.934
Summary: Hangeng visits just for one night, Heechul disagrees
A/N: My friend came over for a few days, we got to role-playing some Hanchul while lying in bed. (We were supposed to fall asleep early, but it didn't turn out as expected. I think I fell asleep at around 4AM, still in the middle of the RPG.) We had a little co-starring by my cat Lyntia, but that's about it. It's squishy, it's not really plotline-ish.. Probably just fluff without plut? Or something to the likes of that. Hanchul without plot? Enjoy either way.
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Heechul lay in silence on the bed, staring into the dark that surrounded him from all sides. There was a sudden shadow popping up right in front of him, but before he could back away in fright, a loud, happy purring was to be heard and he smiled with a sigh.
“Baengshin-ah.. Don’t be such a creeper.” he murmured to the cat, poking its nose softly with one finger. The only reply was a lick on his finger after which the cat calmly made its way to the pillow to lie down there and go to sleep. Something, he realized, he should do as well to be fit the next day. Yet somehow sleep didn’t sound all that interesting.
Right at that moment, the person behind him suddenly turned a little and an arm was strategically laid over him. He huffed and pushed it off of him, but moments later it was put back. The sound of the other’s calm breathing was rather entrancing and the warm air blown against his neck every time felt more reassuring than anything had done in the past nine months. He let out an annoyed groan, but snuggled closer against the warm body behind him anyway.
“Tell me again why you have to leave?” he wondered out loud, putting his hand on top of the other’s. There was a short silence before the answer came, softly and almost hesitantly.
“Because I have a concert tomorrow.”
He could only huff again when hearing those words. “Cancel it.”
“And disappoint my fans? I can’t do that. They all paid for their tickets and expect me to come.” the other mumbled, causing him to sigh deeply.
“I’m sure they won’t’ mind you postponing your concert. They can wait a little longer.” he protested, but the other chuckled amusedly.
“I have to go, Chul. My plane is at seven, I have to get up at five to catch it.” the reply then came, followed by a soft sigh from the other as if talking about it seemed to make him remember the crappiness of the whole situation.
“Five? But that’s like..three hours from now.” Heechul muttered in protest.
“Yes. All the more reason to shut up and get the last few hours we can get.” the smile was obvious in his voice as he said those words, after which he turned a little to position himself better and then rested his chin on Heechul’s shoulder.
“I don’t want to sleep. When I wake up you will be gone. I don’t want you to be gone.” the latter said to that statement, his voice slightly whiny. There came no immediate reply and in the silence that followed, Heechul wondered if the other had fallen asleep, but suddenly Hangeng moved closer to him and muzzled their cheeks together.
“I will come back tomorrow.” he then promised, smiling lightly.
“Yeah, sure. You said that last time too. ‘I will be back soon.’ But I didn’t see you for nine freaking months, you moron.” Heechul immediately contradicted those words.
“Well I was incredibly busy, Chul. Besides, I told you I would come back, yes, but I never said how long it would take. This is my last concert and I took some free time without schedules, so I’ll be back tomorrow.”
The silence that followed showed how much Heechul believed those words. Before anyone could say anything, however, a certain cat woke up again and decided that three in the morning was the best time to go hyperactive without warning. So they both nearly rolled out of the bed in shock when suddenly a cat jumped on the covers and started attacking everything that moved - or moved just in his mind. It took some time for their suddenly erratic heartbeats to slow down again.
“You know you could have at least called or something. I don’t need you to appear at my doorstep, but a call at least?” Heechul continued the conversation softly once that was the case.
“I called. You just didn’t pick up.” Hangeng immediately contradicted, making Heechul frown and then feel slightly guilty, glad that the Chinese man could not see his face in the dark.
“You have to text me first, I’m busy.” he snapped, but he knew the other saw right through the façade and the lies. He wasn’t surprised when the answer that followed had completely nothing to do with the matter at hand.
“You’re an idiot.” Hangeng told him in such a way that made it clear he was not angry about the little lie but more amused and maybe even thinking it full-out laughable. Heechul didn’t even need a second to give an answer; “Yes that too.”
Hangeng smiled over those words, resting his head a little closer next to Heechul’s. There was another one of their silence, before he patted Heechul’s hand. “Go to sleep.” he then mumbled.
“I don’t want to sleep. I’ll stay awake until five and then make you stay here.” the elder protested with no humour whatsoever in his voice.
“Fine.” Hangeng calmly replied. “Do as you please, but I’m going to catch some sleep now.” He closed his eyes, but obviously didn’t really expect to be left alone to sleep by Heechul, as he merely lay waiting until the other would talk again. Meanwhile, Baengshin had given up on his hyperactivity again and calmly walked up to the pillow to lie down again right above their heads. It was when his belly touched the fabric, that Heechul spoke again.
“Tell me again why you have to get up at five..?” he mumbled, eyes closed but still very much awake and completely engulfed in thoughts about his friend’s flight from the next day.
“I have a concert tomorrow.” Hangeng replied with a sigh, knowing that he should have expected the question coming from his friends.
“What time?” the latter immediately inquired to know.
“Five in the evening.”
“Who goes to a concert at five in the evening?” Heechul rolled his eyes as he said those words, thinking the timing pretty stupid.
“Apparently lots of people because it’s sold out.” the younger immediately retorted, sounding slightly annoyed. “But it starts at eight. Only I have to be there at five.”
“Then why do you have to go at five in the morning? Sleep a little longer.” Heechul grumbled, untouched by the annoyed sound of the other’s voice. He lifted his hand and stroked the cat above his head a little. His actions earned him a loud purring almost right next to his ear.
“Because I wasn’t supposed to be here from the start. I didn’t even tell anyone I was coming here.” Hangeng sighed, slightly starting to think that maybe it had been wiser not to show up in Korea at all. Then again, he had promised to come back, so there was no way he could’ve stayed away forever. One day he would have had to face Heechul’s wrath anyway, so better now than later, when it would have been even worse.
“Oh, so soon you’ll get a call from your manager asking where the hell you are?” the elder sounded almost as if he was looking forward to that, but Hangeng shook his head, even though Heechul couldn’t see that.
“No.” he replied, leaving a short silence before continuing. “I turned off my phone.”
Another silence ensued and Heechul found himself wondering why the hell Hangeng showed up at eleven in the evening just to spend a night of sleep in Heechul’s bed and then leave again at five in the morning. He was still in the middle of thinking bad things when Hangeng softly took hold of his hand and intertwined their fingers.
In the following minutes they didn’t speak anymore again, but Heechul felt how Hangeng softly squeezed his hand and snuggled closer to him. A small smile appeared on his face and he slowly pulled his fingers out of Hangeng’s grasp. Yet even before he had the chance to pull away his hand completely, it was already taken hold of again and Hangeng intertwined their fingers once more. There was a slight battle of wills going on between them, before Hangeng kind of won when Heechul decided to let their hands be clasped together.
“How have things been, Chullie?” the Chinese man slowly asked, caressing the other’s hand with his thumb.
“Fine.” Heechul replied rather coldly. “I learned Chinese.”
“Ni hao. Wo shi Hangeng, ni shi Xi Che.” the soft voice immediately told him, making him chuckle slightly at the still only slightly familiar sound of the Chinese and his Chinese name. “I missed you.” Hangeng then softly added to his words, much less joking then before.
“I didn’t miss you. At all.” Heechul coldly replied, but there was a smile on his face. And he still smiled as he turned his head a little to the other to be able to catch a glimpse of the Chinese man’s face. The movement merely earned him another cheek-muzzle, which proved to him that Hangeng didn’t believe a word of what he was saying.
“You’re ruining my perfect skin.” he therefore complained half heartedly to his friend.
“You sound like such a moron, Heechul. You’re complaining like an ahjumma. Or maybe you’re more of a noona. You do look like one. My noona.” the latter then told him with a soft laugh. Heechul scoffed, but felt a slight bit of amusement at those words.
“You are such an idiot.” He said with a hint of that same amusement in his voice.
“I am your idiot, my noona.” Hangeng went on joking, causing Heechul to pull his hand out of Hangeng’s completely and swat his leg. Yet the other seemed to have seen that coming, because there were arms wrapped around him again immediately and he was pulled closer against the Chinese man’s chest a mere second later.
Right at that moment, a rather stalker-like Baengshin placed himself right in their middle, pushing its head against Heechul’s shoulder and practically stuffing its butt in Hangeng’s face. The latter merely pulled one arm free and moved the cat back to the pillow.
“Ah Baengshin.. I know you never really liked me, but this is really too much.” he sighed.
“What are you talking about? Baengshin just loves you! Heebum is the one who can’t stand you.” Heechul retorted amusedly. His words caused the younger to snort slightly.
“He even holds part of my name. Ungrateful cat. Much like his owner..” He let a few seconds pause between those words and the next. “..my noona.”
Heechul’s soft laugher made Hangeng smile as well and he wrapped his arm around the other’s middle again, snuggling as close as possible and resting his head against Heechul’s back. It didn’t take long for him to sink away into a hard-needed sleep after he closed his eyes, leaving Heechul awake all by himself to ponder over everything for a long time.
The next morning woke him with a lot of movement to his left. “Good morning.” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the sleep. There was an angry sound coming from next to him.
“Good close to noon, you mean? It’s eleven. My alarm clock didn’t work.” Hangeng then said, obviously a little more awake already than he was himself. He lay in silence for a while longer before a smile tugged up the corners of his mouth.
“Or maybe someone turned it off.” he said amusedly. A short astonished silence followed, before the arm around his middle was pulled away.
“YAH HEECHUL YOU….!!!”
Characters: Hangeng, Heechul
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1.934
Summary: Hangeng visits just for one night, Heechul disagrees
A/N: My friend came over for a few days, we got to role-playing some Hanchul while lying in bed. (We were supposed to fall asleep early, but it didn't turn out as expected. I think I fell asleep at around 4AM, still in the middle of the RPG.) We had a little co-starring by my cat Lyntia, but that's about it. It's squishy, it's not really plotline-ish.. Probably just fluff without plut? Or something to the likes of that. Hanchul without plot? Enjoy either way.
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Heechul lay in silence on the bed, staring into the dark that surrounded him from all sides. There was a sudden shadow popping up right in front of him, but before he could back away in fright, a loud, happy purring was to be heard and he smiled with a sigh.
“Baengshin-ah.. Don’t be such a creeper.” he murmured to the cat, poking its nose softly with one finger. The only reply was a lick on his finger after which the cat calmly made its way to the pillow to lie down there and go to sleep. Something, he realized, he should do as well to be fit the next day. Yet somehow sleep didn’t sound all that interesting.
Right at that moment, the person behind him suddenly turned a little and an arm was strategically laid over him. He huffed and pushed it off of him, but moments later it was put back. The sound of the other’s calm breathing was rather entrancing and the warm air blown against his neck every time felt more reassuring than anything had done in the past nine months. He let out an annoyed groan, but snuggled closer against the warm body behind him anyway.
“Tell me again why you have to leave?” he wondered out loud, putting his hand on top of the other’s. There was a short silence before the answer came, softly and almost hesitantly.
“Because I have a concert tomorrow.”
He could only huff again when hearing those words. “Cancel it.”
“And disappoint my fans? I can’t do that. They all paid for their tickets and expect me to come.” the other mumbled, causing him to sigh deeply.
“I’m sure they won’t’ mind you postponing your concert. They can wait a little longer.” he protested, but the other chuckled amusedly.
“I have to go, Chul. My plane is at seven, I have to get up at five to catch it.” the reply then came, followed by a soft sigh from the other as if talking about it seemed to make him remember the crappiness of the whole situation.
“Five? But that’s like..three hours from now.” Heechul muttered in protest.
“Yes. All the more reason to shut up and get the last few hours we can get.” the smile was obvious in his voice as he said those words, after which he turned a little to position himself better and then rested his chin on Heechul’s shoulder.
“I don’t want to sleep. When I wake up you will be gone. I don’t want you to be gone.” the latter said to that statement, his voice slightly whiny. There came no immediate reply and in the silence that followed, Heechul wondered if the other had fallen asleep, but suddenly Hangeng moved closer to him and muzzled their cheeks together.
“I will come back tomorrow.” he then promised, smiling lightly.
“Yeah, sure. You said that last time too. ‘I will be back soon.’ But I didn’t see you for nine freaking months, you moron.” Heechul immediately contradicted those words.
“Well I was incredibly busy, Chul. Besides, I told you I would come back, yes, but I never said how long it would take. This is my last concert and I took some free time without schedules, so I’ll be back tomorrow.”
The silence that followed showed how much Heechul believed those words. Before anyone could say anything, however, a certain cat woke up again and decided that three in the morning was the best time to go hyperactive without warning. So they both nearly rolled out of the bed in shock when suddenly a cat jumped on the covers and started attacking everything that moved - or moved just in his mind. It took some time for their suddenly erratic heartbeats to slow down again.
“You know you could have at least called or something. I don’t need you to appear at my doorstep, but a call at least?” Heechul continued the conversation softly once that was the case.
“I called. You just didn’t pick up.” Hangeng immediately contradicted, making Heechul frown and then feel slightly guilty, glad that the Chinese man could not see his face in the dark.
“You have to text me first, I’m busy.” he snapped, but he knew the other saw right through the façade and the lies. He wasn’t surprised when the answer that followed had completely nothing to do with the matter at hand.
“You’re an idiot.” Hangeng told him in such a way that made it clear he was not angry about the little lie but more amused and maybe even thinking it full-out laughable. Heechul didn’t even need a second to give an answer; “Yes that too.”
Hangeng smiled over those words, resting his head a little closer next to Heechul’s. There was another one of their silence, before he patted Heechul’s hand. “Go to sleep.” he then mumbled.
“I don’t want to sleep. I’ll stay awake until five and then make you stay here.” the elder protested with no humour whatsoever in his voice.
“Fine.” Hangeng calmly replied. “Do as you please, but I’m going to catch some sleep now.” He closed his eyes, but obviously didn’t really expect to be left alone to sleep by Heechul, as he merely lay waiting until the other would talk again. Meanwhile, Baengshin had given up on his hyperactivity again and calmly walked up to the pillow to lie down again right above their heads. It was when his belly touched the fabric, that Heechul spoke again.
“Tell me again why you have to get up at five..?” he mumbled, eyes closed but still very much awake and completely engulfed in thoughts about his friend’s flight from the next day.
“I have a concert tomorrow.” Hangeng replied with a sigh, knowing that he should have expected the question coming from his friends.
“What time?” the latter immediately inquired to know.
“Five in the evening.”
“Who goes to a concert at five in the evening?” Heechul rolled his eyes as he said those words, thinking the timing pretty stupid.
“Apparently lots of people because it’s sold out.” the younger immediately retorted, sounding slightly annoyed. “But it starts at eight. Only I have to be there at five.”
“Then why do you have to go at five in the morning? Sleep a little longer.” Heechul grumbled, untouched by the annoyed sound of the other’s voice. He lifted his hand and stroked the cat above his head a little. His actions earned him a loud purring almost right next to his ear.
“Because I wasn’t supposed to be here from the start. I didn’t even tell anyone I was coming here.” Hangeng sighed, slightly starting to think that maybe it had been wiser not to show up in Korea at all. Then again, he had promised to come back, so there was no way he could’ve stayed away forever. One day he would have had to face Heechul’s wrath anyway, so better now than later, when it would have been even worse.
“Oh, so soon you’ll get a call from your manager asking where the hell you are?” the elder sounded almost as if he was looking forward to that, but Hangeng shook his head, even though Heechul couldn’t see that.
“No.” he replied, leaving a short silence before continuing. “I turned off my phone.”
Another silence ensued and Heechul found himself wondering why the hell Hangeng showed up at eleven in the evening just to spend a night of sleep in Heechul’s bed and then leave again at five in the morning. He was still in the middle of thinking bad things when Hangeng softly took hold of his hand and intertwined their fingers.
In the following minutes they didn’t speak anymore again, but Heechul felt how Hangeng softly squeezed his hand and snuggled closer to him. A small smile appeared on his face and he slowly pulled his fingers out of Hangeng’s grasp. Yet even before he had the chance to pull away his hand completely, it was already taken hold of again and Hangeng intertwined their fingers once more. There was a slight battle of wills going on between them, before Hangeng kind of won when Heechul decided to let their hands be clasped together.
“How have things been, Chullie?” the Chinese man slowly asked, caressing the other’s hand with his thumb.
“Fine.” Heechul replied rather coldly. “I learned Chinese.”
“Ni hao. Wo shi Hangeng, ni shi Xi Che.” the soft voice immediately told him, making him chuckle slightly at the still only slightly familiar sound of the Chinese and his Chinese name. “I missed you.” Hangeng then softly added to his words, much less joking then before.
“I didn’t miss you. At all.” Heechul coldly replied, but there was a smile on his face. And he still smiled as he turned his head a little to the other to be able to catch a glimpse of the Chinese man’s face. The movement merely earned him another cheek-muzzle, which proved to him that Hangeng didn’t believe a word of what he was saying.
“You’re ruining my perfect skin.” he therefore complained half heartedly to his friend.
“You sound like such a moron, Heechul. You’re complaining like an ahjumma. Or maybe you’re more of a noona. You do look like one. My noona.” the latter then told him with a soft laugh. Heechul scoffed, but felt a slight bit of amusement at those words.
“You are such an idiot.” He said with a hint of that same amusement in his voice.
“I am your idiot, my noona.” Hangeng went on joking, causing Heechul to pull his hand out of Hangeng’s completely and swat his leg. Yet the other seemed to have seen that coming, because there were arms wrapped around him again immediately and he was pulled closer against the Chinese man’s chest a mere second later.
Right at that moment, a rather stalker-like Baengshin placed himself right in their middle, pushing its head against Heechul’s shoulder and practically stuffing its butt in Hangeng’s face. The latter merely pulled one arm free and moved the cat back to the pillow.
“Ah Baengshin.. I know you never really liked me, but this is really too much.” he sighed.
“What are you talking about? Baengshin just loves you! Heebum is the one who can’t stand you.” Heechul retorted amusedly. His words caused the younger to snort slightly.
“He even holds part of my name. Ungrateful cat. Much like his owner..” He let a few seconds pause between those words and the next. “..my noona.”
Heechul’s soft laugher made Hangeng smile as well and he wrapped his arm around the other’s middle again, snuggling as close as possible and resting his head against Heechul’s back. It didn’t take long for him to sink away into a hard-needed sleep after he closed his eyes, leaving Heechul awake all by himself to ponder over everything for a long time.
The next morning woke him with a lot of movement to his left. “Good morning.” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the sleep. There was an angry sound coming from next to him.
“Good close to noon, you mean? It’s eleven. My alarm clock didn’t work.” Hangeng then said, obviously a little more awake already than he was himself. He lay in silence for a while longer before a smile tugged up the corners of his mouth.
“Or maybe someone turned it off.” he said amusedly. A short astonished silence followed, before the arm around his middle was pulled away.
“YAH HEECHUL YOU….!!!”
[FIC] Spanish Wine
Title: Spanish Wine
Characters: Sungmin, Heechul
Rating: G
Wordcount: 967
Summary: Sungmin worries too much, Heechul has the answers
A/N: I write too much stories, don't I..? But I love it..
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Sometimes we can’t help but wonder what will await us tomorrow. So we sit and think, trying to find a possible scenario for the next day. But it never comes true, does it? And we think about what we want in life, yet we cannot seem to make up our minds. We doubt, we wonder, we ponder.. To what avail? We dream of bigger things, come up with ‘What if’s and ‘If I had just’s, yet those only hurt us.
“What are you doing here?”
Shocked, Sungmin turned to look at the person who said those words. He felt his heartbeat slow down again when he recognized the other and let out a little sigh.
“I could ask you the same question, Heechul-ssi.”
To Sungmin’s surprise, there was no answer as the other calmly walked up to him and took a place at the edge of the roof as well. He watched his hyung stare out into the night for a while.
“You could, but you would not get an answer and I would still be waiting for yours.” A short pause. “But how many times do you want me to tell you? Drop the ssi, add a hyung. How long have we known each other now?”
Sungmin smiled involuntarily. Heechul often seemed to have that effect.
“Long enough, I guess.”
Silent again. They stood, they stared, they didn’t say anything anymore. Until..
“So what are you doing up here?”
“Thinking.”
“About?”
“Life..”
“Yah! Are you going to make me pull it out of you word by word? Spit it out already!”
A flicker of a smile rushed over Sungmin’s face with the outburst of his hyung. Only seconds later, worry and doubt conquered his expression again, however, and he turned to stare at the city as well. It was full of lights and life, even though it must have been past midnight already.
“Heechul-ssi, I think you will not understand the things that bug me.”
“Try me.”
Sungmin looked at his friend for a while, trying to level his seriousness. There was no sound coming from the normally noisy Heechul and he was still staring out into the night. Yet Sungmin knew that every word he would say, would be heard and listened to.
“Who are we?” he asked, gazing up at the moon. A little cloud floated in front of it, dimming the light a little before passing by. “I asked myself this so many times..”
“We are Super Junior members.” the reply came. Soft. Low. Serious. Very unlike his hyung. “We sing popular songs, dance popular dances. We do whatever we are told to do and say what people want to hear from us. We are idols.”
Heechul smirked.
“But right here, right now.. We are just Sungmin and Heechul.” Another pause. “Tell me what has been bothering you..”
Sungmin turned his head again to look at the other. His black hair hung down next to his face, annoying him on the one hand, feeling rather comforting on the other. He stroked it out of his eyes with a little sigh.
“My hair is almost as long as yours.”
“I see very well why that would bother you, but I don’t think it is what brought you to this rooftop on such a, if I can mention it, wonderful evening.”
Another flash of a smile lit up Sungmin’s face, mirrored by the little raise of the corners of Heechul’s mouth when the latter turned to look at him.
“Shouldn’t we be enjoying our lives?”
“Aren’t we?”
“We work. It is true that we have fun from time to time, but mostly, we are simply working our butts off.”
“Did we not choose this life? This work? I agree it is hard sometimes, I agree it can get lonely sometimes, I agree it is simply work most of the time, but.. Is it not what we have decided to spend our life with?”
Ah. Bitterness was in his hyung’s voice as well. Sungmin could hear regret pouring out of Heechul’s mouth together with the words.
“We were young, were we not?”
“And foolish.”
“Some are still.”
A bitter laugh came from Heechul as he turned to his younger friend with an indefinable look in his eyes.
“It does not do to dwell in the past. What has been, will not return again and is now nothing but a memory. It is only today that matters, because if you screw up today, it will be a mess to clean up tomorrow.”
Heechul put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and turned him away from the edge of the roof. As he started to walk towards the door, he softly pulled the other along with him.
“Don’t think so much, Sungmin-ah, it brings you nothing but pain. Come, let’s go back and have a drink. I have this bottle of amazing Spanish wine lying around in my room and I think I might just feel like sharing today.”
Sometimes we can’t help but wonder what will await us tomorrow. So we sit and think, trying to find a possible scenario for the next day. But it never comes true, does it? And we think about what we want in life, yet we cannot seem to make up our minds. We doubt, we wonder, we ponder.. To what avail? We dream of bigger things, come up with ‘What if’s and ‘If I had just’s, yet those only hurt us..
Luckily, at those times, there will be someone who comes and pulls our head out of those clouds to put us back with our two feet on the ground. On such moments, we remember that tomorrow is steadily closing in on us and there’s nothing we can do about it, so we better enjoy today while we still can.
Characters: Sungmin, Heechul
Rating: G
Wordcount: 967
Summary: Sungmin worries too much, Heechul has the answers
A/N: I write too much stories, don't I..? But I love it..
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Sometimes we can’t help but wonder what will await us tomorrow. So we sit and think, trying to find a possible scenario for the next day. But it never comes true, does it? And we think about what we want in life, yet we cannot seem to make up our minds. We doubt, we wonder, we ponder.. To what avail? We dream of bigger things, come up with ‘What if’s and ‘If I had just’s, yet those only hurt us.
“What are you doing here?”
Shocked, Sungmin turned to look at the person who said those words. He felt his heartbeat slow down again when he recognized the other and let out a little sigh.
“I could ask you the same question, Heechul-ssi.”
To Sungmin’s surprise, there was no answer as the other calmly walked up to him and took a place at the edge of the roof as well. He watched his hyung stare out into the night for a while.
“You could, but you would not get an answer and I would still be waiting for yours.” A short pause. “But how many times do you want me to tell you? Drop the ssi, add a hyung. How long have we known each other now?”
Sungmin smiled involuntarily. Heechul often seemed to have that effect.
“Long enough, I guess.”
Silent again. They stood, they stared, they didn’t say anything anymore. Until..
“So what are you doing up here?”
“Thinking.”
“About?”
“Life..”
“Yah! Are you going to make me pull it out of you word by word? Spit it out already!”
A flicker of a smile rushed over Sungmin’s face with the outburst of his hyung. Only seconds later, worry and doubt conquered his expression again, however, and he turned to stare at the city as well. It was full of lights and life, even though it must have been past midnight already.
“Heechul-ssi, I think you will not understand the things that bug me.”
“Try me.”
Sungmin looked at his friend for a while, trying to level his seriousness. There was no sound coming from the normally noisy Heechul and he was still staring out into the night. Yet Sungmin knew that every word he would say, would be heard and listened to.
“Who are we?” he asked, gazing up at the moon. A little cloud floated in front of it, dimming the light a little before passing by. “I asked myself this so many times..”
“We are Super Junior members.” the reply came. Soft. Low. Serious. Very unlike his hyung. “We sing popular songs, dance popular dances. We do whatever we are told to do and say what people want to hear from us. We are idols.”
Heechul smirked.
“But right here, right now.. We are just Sungmin and Heechul.” Another pause. “Tell me what has been bothering you..”
Sungmin turned his head again to look at the other. His black hair hung down next to his face, annoying him on the one hand, feeling rather comforting on the other. He stroked it out of his eyes with a little sigh.
“My hair is almost as long as yours.”
“I see very well why that would bother you, but I don’t think it is what brought you to this rooftop on such a, if I can mention it, wonderful evening.”
Another flash of a smile lit up Sungmin’s face, mirrored by the little raise of the corners of Heechul’s mouth when the latter turned to look at him.
“Shouldn’t we be enjoying our lives?”
“Aren’t we?”
“We work. It is true that we have fun from time to time, but mostly, we are simply working our butts off.”
“Did we not choose this life? This work? I agree it is hard sometimes, I agree it can get lonely sometimes, I agree it is simply work most of the time, but.. Is it not what we have decided to spend our life with?”
Ah. Bitterness was in his hyung’s voice as well. Sungmin could hear regret pouring out of Heechul’s mouth together with the words.
“We were young, were we not?”
“And foolish.”
“Some are still.”
A bitter laugh came from Heechul as he turned to his younger friend with an indefinable look in his eyes.
“It does not do to dwell in the past. What has been, will not return again and is now nothing but a memory. It is only today that matters, because if you screw up today, it will be a mess to clean up tomorrow.”
Heechul put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and turned him away from the edge of the roof. As he started to walk towards the door, he softly pulled the other along with him.
“Don’t think so much, Sungmin-ah, it brings you nothing but pain. Come, let’s go back and have a drink. I have this bottle of amazing Spanish wine lying around in my room and I think I might just feel like sharing today.”
Sometimes we can’t help but wonder what will await us tomorrow. So we sit and think, trying to find a possible scenario for the next day. But it never comes true, does it? And we think about what we want in life, yet we cannot seem to make up our minds. We doubt, we wonder, we ponder.. To what avail? We dream of bigger things, come up with ‘What if’s and ‘If I had just’s, yet those only hurt us..
Luckily, at those times, there will be someone who comes and pulls our head out of those clouds to put us back with our two feet on the ground. On such moments, we remember that tomorrow is steadily closing in on us and there’s nothing we can do about it, so we better enjoy today while we still can.
[FIC] Goodbye
Title: Goodbye
Characters: Heechul
Rating: G
Wordcount: 774
Summary: It's a final goodbye, over and over again
A/N: Yet another story of mine. Again it is quite sad, but I think from now on the one-shots will get happier,because my mood has brightened due to the sunny weather. I feel spring and it's making me happy. ^^
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Why does love exist when it is not mutual? Why do people change when love is brought up, even though nothing else changes? Why does the world have to be such a fucked up place? In my heart, I know that I will probably not make it to the end of the week like this. There are words that need to be said, things that have to be cleared out. In my heart, I keep on hoping, but my mind seems to have given up all hope already. I know that whatever I say, it won’t be enough to express what I really feel inside, but still I desperately want to yell out every word that comes up in my mind. If only it would make a difference.
For years I have carried in me this need for care, for touching, for belonging. My eyes become watery at the very mention of loneliness as I know how it feels. I have been feeling it for so long. With inhumanly efforts I pulled myself through every day, knowing that the next would be exactly the same, wondering if there might possibly be a way out for me. I tried to stop feeling, so that it would be easier to face every new morning. I tried to stare at pictures of gorgeous people for ages, hoping I would fall in love with them, but I soon got bored and ended up thinking about the face that haunted my every dream.
You’ve been gone for months, but still I can’t get over it. It eats at me to even try and accept the thought of you being gone. It is simply impossible for me to accept something like that. For so long you have been the one looking out for me. You have protected me from when I was young and have never failed to chase away my bad dreams. Every time something bothered me, you were the one I could go to. You were the one I could rely on. It has been ages since I last felt your presence nearby, but I can still remember your voice clearly. Why do you not call me? I know you’ll never feel for me what I feel for you, but you could at least show some friendship. Why am I left here all by myself? It is not like you left for the moon. A phone call doesn’t take such a big effort either.
Donghae cannot make me laugh like you do. Kyuhyun cannot entertain me like you do. Eunhyuk’s tears cannot hurt me like yours do. Ryeowook cannot cook for me like you do. Not even Leeteuk can boss me around like you do. Yet you still don’t notice me. You, who I have looked up to as a brother, do not look back. You, who I have loved as a friend, do not love me back. Inside I know that it will never be that way either, so I am slowly starting to ban every single thought of you out of my mind. This is my last confession of my love that I have been keeping a secret ever since it grew in me. This is the last letter I will devote to you. From now on, your name will not cross my thoughts again.
Goodbye.
With a sigh, Heechul picked up the paper and gently folded it, putting it in an envelope. He closed the thing neatly and carefully put it on top of the other twenty-or-so on his desk. His members would never understand if he would ever tell them, so he didn’t. He was hopelessly devoted in secret. This room was his personal place of confession. Every time that he was able to actually go home and visit the room in his parental house, he would write another letter to the one he loved, yet he never sent any of them. They were not meant to be send.
Giving the letters a last look, he turned and walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him. The air current created by that action, brushed the envelopes from the corner of his desk and scattered them all over the floor. All of them had one single word written on them. Always the same word, that he had never managed to say out loud. Every letter, carefully sealed inside an envelope, ended with that same word. A word he couldn’t bear using for real. For his love didn’t lessen, no matter how many letters he wrote. No matter how many times he used that one word, it would never be a real goodbye.
Characters: Heechul
Rating: G
Wordcount: 774
Summary: It's a final goodbye, over and over again
A/N: Yet another story of mine. Again it is quite sad, but I think from now on the one-shots will get happier,because my mood has brightened due to the sunny weather. I feel spring and it's making me happy. ^^
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Why does love exist when it is not mutual? Why do people change when love is brought up, even though nothing else changes? Why does the world have to be such a fucked up place? In my heart, I know that I will probably not make it to the end of the week like this. There are words that need to be said, things that have to be cleared out. In my heart, I keep on hoping, but my mind seems to have given up all hope already. I know that whatever I say, it won’t be enough to express what I really feel inside, but still I desperately want to yell out every word that comes up in my mind. If only it would make a difference.
For years I have carried in me this need for care, for touching, for belonging. My eyes become watery at the very mention of loneliness as I know how it feels. I have been feeling it for so long. With inhumanly efforts I pulled myself through every day, knowing that the next would be exactly the same, wondering if there might possibly be a way out for me. I tried to stop feeling, so that it would be easier to face every new morning. I tried to stare at pictures of gorgeous people for ages, hoping I would fall in love with them, but I soon got bored and ended up thinking about the face that haunted my every dream.
You’ve been gone for months, but still I can’t get over it. It eats at me to even try and accept the thought of you being gone. It is simply impossible for me to accept something like that. For so long you have been the one looking out for me. You have protected me from when I was young and have never failed to chase away my bad dreams. Every time something bothered me, you were the one I could go to. You were the one I could rely on. It has been ages since I last felt your presence nearby, but I can still remember your voice clearly. Why do you not call me? I know you’ll never feel for me what I feel for you, but you could at least show some friendship. Why am I left here all by myself? It is not like you left for the moon. A phone call doesn’t take such a big effort either.
Donghae cannot make me laugh like you do. Kyuhyun cannot entertain me like you do. Eunhyuk’s tears cannot hurt me like yours do. Ryeowook cannot cook for me like you do. Not even Leeteuk can boss me around like you do. Yet you still don’t notice me. You, who I have looked up to as a brother, do not look back. You, who I have loved as a friend, do not love me back. Inside I know that it will never be that way either, so I am slowly starting to ban every single thought of you out of my mind. This is my last confession of my love that I have been keeping a secret ever since it grew in me. This is the last letter I will devote to you. From now on, your name will not cross my thoughts again.
Goodbye.
With a sigh, Heechul picked up the paper and gently folded it, putting it in an envelope. He closed the thing neatly and carefully put it on top of the other twenty-or-so on his desk. His members would never understand if he would ever tell them, so he didn’t. He was hopelessly devoted in secret. This room was his personal place of confession. Every time that he was able to actually go home and visit the room in his parental house, he would write another letter to the one he loved, yet he never sent any of them. They were not meant to be send.
Giving the letters a last look, he turned and walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him. The air current created by that action, brushed the envelopes from the corner of his desk and scattered them all over the floor. All of them had one single word written on them. Always the same word, that he had never managed to say out loud. Every letter, carefully sealed inside an envelope, ended with that same word. A word he couldn’t bear using for real. For his love didn’t lessen, no matter how many letters he wrote. No matter how many times he used that one word, it would never be a real goodbye.
[FIC] Bedtime Story
Title: Bedtime Story
Characters: Heechul, Leeteuk
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.802
Summary: A sleepless night calls for a bedtime story.
A/N: The first Super Junior shot I ever wrote and I keep thinking that this is probably the most accurate I have ever described Heechul or Jungsoo alike.
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Mhm..
Three days, two nights and I still didn’t do what I was planning on doing.
It must be the laziness kicking in again.
I tell myself so often to take up the practicing again, but I never do.
I also still have to get a haircut, before the hair grows to my butt..
With a deep sigh he closed the Cyworld entry without having posted it. There was nothing useful coming out of him lately. He barely managed to keep his Cyworld updates as happy and uncaring as they used to be. Life had become so strange. Days had become long and boring and he had begun suffering from the absence of his friends. The only one affected by it more than he was, was probably his leader. Leeteuk carried the responsibility for twelve other members and now had to miss three instead of just one like he did. Luckily hosting Sukira with Eunhyuk seemed to be a little help and support and Yesug was often found at Leeteuk’s side as well. The problem was that those two lived in the other dorm and Leeteuk was alone in the evenings. Another sigh left him as he got up from his chair, thereby picking up Heebum so that the gray cat wouldn’t fall on the ground.
“Ah, Heebum-ah..” he mumbled while walking to the kitchen. “There is amazingly little to do in the evenings without him. No one wants to share a drink with me or play a game now and then. And who will be making funny comments about me now?” The cat looked up at him with two uninterested, sleepy eyes. Of course there came no response from the animal, but he didn’t care and just continued talking as he opened the fridge. “I hope this thing gets resolved quickly, because I want him to come back. We can’t even talk on the phone that often now that he’s in China.”
“Are you talking to yourself again?” an all too familiar voice asked. He turned his head and smiled. “Oh, your cat is the victim this time? That poor animal can do nothing but listen to your constant nagging. Seriously, give the pitiable thing a break once.”
“Oh, Teukie, I always love it when you compliment me like that on a cosy evening.” he replied, turning back to the fridge to look for something edible. All he found were some outdated eggs, so he closed the fridge again. “What are you doing up anyway?” he then continued, leaning against the closed fridge while looking at his friend.
“Couldn’t sleep.” was the only answer.
“You should try reading. Sleepiness guaranteed in no time.”
“Believe me, being tired is not the problem. Falling asleep is.” Leeteuk mumbled as he slowly walked towards the sink and poured himself a glass of water. His moves were slow and his face showed great signs of tiredness. There was a certain feeling about him that made Heechul want to walk up to his friend and hug him, yet the fact that he was holding a cat stopped him from doing that. Besides, he hardly ever hugged his friend, so it would only be awkward if he did it now. However, he could not leave Leeteuk to be like that.
“Teukie..” he therefore said softly. Leeteuk put down the empty glass and looked back with a questioning expression. “Want to watch some TV together?” Wonderful. Just superb. With that offer he would of course make his friend feel SO much better. His tiredness would disappear immediately and he would smile like the seven year old kid again that he secretly still was deep down inside! Not.
“Oh.. Yah.. Sure.. Why not?” Leeteuk mumbled a reply. He shuffled out of the kitchen to go sit on the couch in front of the TV. Heechul watched his friend go, but didn’t follow at first. With a little sigh he looked down at the cat again.
“Heebum-ah. Why does he have to make me feel guilty looking like that? Aish. Nothing to do about it. You’ll have to move on your own a bit.” he said to his cat, putting the animal on the ground, before walking towards the TV as well. When he sat down in the couch next to Leeteuk, there was an awkward silence. He sighed before talking again. “What are we going to watch?”
“I don’t know. What’s on?”
“I don’t know.” Great conversational skills. Really wonderful. Another sigh left him as he turned his head to look at Leeteuk. “You worry too much, Teukie. I can see it in your face. You’re starting to get wrinkles.”
“What!?” Leeteuk jumped up and moved towards the TV to check his own face in the reflection of the still black screen. Heechul couldn’t help smiling because of the gullibility of his friend. He got up as well and slowly walked towards his friend to put a hand on Leeteuk’s shoulder.
“As I said, you worry too much.” he said, smiling a little, but feeling sad inside. Leeteuk looked up at him. He suddenly looked very old and very, very tired. There was nothing left of the hyperactive image he showed when outside of the dorm. “Things will be alright. Kangin will soon be showed on air again and Kibum will return when we release our fourth album.” Heechul felt like he had to say something to cheer up his friend and leader. The reaction, on the other hand, was unexpected.
“Ah, but you didn’t mention Hangeng, did you? I worry most because of him. When he wins the lawsuit, he probably won’t return to us. That is something I fear most. I hope he wins, because the situation was really terrible, but what will we do? What will the fans do? How will it affect our group? The M-group will have lost their leader and then what? Where will it leave us, Heechul? What of the group when we have to go do our army duty? Will we still be able to be Super Junior after such a long time, or will we all break up and never sing together again?”
Heechul let it all come over him, not knowing how to respond to the outburst of his friend’s true doubts and worries. He stood there with that slightly arrogant smile still on his face, staring at Leeteuk in surprise. Thoughts of Hangeng popped up in his mind and the feeling of being lonely suddenly took hold of him. He felt his energy being drained away, yet refused to give in to depression. He had been fighting it off for a while now, he could keep on going a while longer. Life was not made to run around with a sad face. There should be no regrets. When Leeteuk seemed to want to say more, he suddenly regained control over his body and quickly took a step closer to his friend, putting a finger on his lips.
“Teukie, didn’t you hear me? You worry too much. Life is not made for worries. As my only hyung, you cannot say such things to me. Come sit with me and we’ll watch some TV.” he said, taking Leeteuk’s hand and dragging him back to the couch. He had to make a little detour to avoid the playing Heebum and Baengsin, but in the end he was able to fall down on the sofa, pulling his friend down with him. Even though he didn’t protest, Leeteuk didn’t seem to really agree either, he simply moved along without caring.
Heechul knew his friend was still thinking over all the things he had just blurted out. Without even touching the remote control, he reached out a hand and softly brushed his fingers over Leeteuk’s hair. The 9 days older guy turned to look at him. He smiled and repeated his action, slowly caressing the other one’s hair with the tips of his fingers. It probably was the most affectionate he had ever been towards his friend in the past months. Oh how he wished he had been closer to this friend so that he wouldn’t feel so awkward now.
“Shall I tell you a story?” he mumbled, not taking his eyes off his own fingers as to not have to look at the desperate expression of his friend. He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “I’ll tell you a story. It’s about two brothers who went out to find a treasure..” Leeteuk slowly moved into a more comfortable position. Afraid to lose his attention, Heechul kept stroking his hair with the tips of his fingers as he invented the story while talking.
When he had just reached the point where the two brothers found a treasure map and went to look for a treasure, Leeteuk suddenly moved again, pulling his legs up on the couch and resting his head on his friend’s shoulder. When he also hugged Heechul’s arm, the latter looked down a little surprised. Upon seeing Leeteuk’s closed eyes and his more relaxed expression, however, he continued the story without making any comment. As to finish the whole picture, the lazy Heebum, who finally had enough of playing with Baengsin, jumped on the couch as well and made himself comfortable on the little left space in front of Leeteuk on the edge of the couch.
Thinking the whole situation a little weird, but not wanting to make his friend fall back into depression, Heechul simply kept on talking. As he went from finding a treasure to spending all the money and going home as poor as they had left home, he gradually felt how more and more weight was put on his shoulder. That meant Leeteuk was falling asleep and didn’t think about not discomforting his friend too much. Heechul couldn’t help smiling a little when he thought about Leeteuk’s never changing care for others. He drove it too far sometimes.
About half an hour after starting the story, Heechul suddenly stopped talking and looked down on the sleeping young man. He finally stopped stroking the dark blonde hair as well, but didn’t move away. His eyes turned from the sleeping young man to the sleeping gray cat and wandered around the room until they found the sleeping kitten as well. He made an upset sound as he looked from the kitten at the cat and back.
“Aish. Great. No one even stays up to listen to my wonderful storytelling abilities.” he huffed, running a hand through his long hair. It was really becoming long. He should get a haircut. With that thought a smile broke through on his face again and he resumed stroking Leeteuk’s hair, mumbling some more words. “Ah well, I had no idea how to end the thing anyway. At least now I don’t have to.”
Characters: Heechul, Leeteuk
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.802
Summary: A sleepless night calls for a bedtime story.
A/N: The first Super Junior shot I ever wrote and I keep thinking that this is probably the most accurate I have ever described Heechul or Jungsoo alike.
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Mhm..
Three days, two nights and I still didn’t do what I was planning on doing.
It must be the laziness kicking in again.
I tell myself so often to take up the practicing again, but I never do.
I also still have to get a haircut, before the hair grows to my butt..
With a deep sigh he closed the Cyworld entry without having posted it. There was nothing useful coming out of him lately. He barely managed to keep his Cyworld updates as happy and uncaring as they used to be. Life had become so strange. Days had become long and boring and he had begun suffering from the absence of his friends. The only one affected by it more than he was, was probably his leader. Leeteuk carried the responsibility for twelve other members and now had to miss three instead of just one like he did. Luckily hosting Sukira with Eunhyuk seemed to be a little help and support and Yesug was often found at Leeteuk’s side as well. The problem was that those two lived in the other dorm and Leeteuk was alone in the evenings. Another sigh left him as he got up from his chair, thereby picking up Heebum so that the gray cat wouldn’t fall on the ground.
“Ah, Heebum-ah..” he mumbled while walking to the kitchen. “There is amazingly little to do in the evenings without him. No one wants to share a drink with me or play a game now and then. And who will be making funny comments about me now?” The cat looked up at him with two uninterested, sleepy eyes. Of course there came no response from the animal, but he didn’t care and just continued talking as he opened the fridge. “I hope this thing gets resolved quickly, because I want him to come back. We can’t even talk on the phone that often now that he’s in China.”
“Are you talking to yourself again?” an all too familiar voice asked. He turned his head and smiled. “Oh, your cat is the victim this time? That poor animal can do nothing but listen to your constant nagging. Seriously, give the pitiable thing a break once.”
“Oh, Teukie, I always love it when you compliment me like that on a cosy evening.” he replied, turning back to the fridge to look for something edible. All he found were some outdated eggs, so he closed the fridge again. “What are you doing up anyway?” he then continued, leaning against the closed fridge while looking at his friend.
“Couldn’t sleep.” was the only answer.
“You should try reading. Sleepiness guaranteed in no time.”
“Believe me, being tired is not the problem. Falling asleep is.” Leeteuk mumbled as he slowly walked towards the sink and poured himself a glass of water. His moves were slow and his face showed great signs of tiredness. There was a certain feeling about him that made Heechul want to walk up to his friend and hug him, yet the fact that he was holding a cat stopped him from doing that. Besides, he hardly ever hugged his friend, so it would only be awkward if he did it now. However, he could not leave Leeteuk to be like that.
“Teukie..” he therefore said softly. Leeteuk put down the empty glass and looked back with a questioning expression. “Want to watch some TV together?” Wonderful. Just superb. With that offer he would of course make his friend feel SO much better. His tiredness would disappear immediately and he would smile like the seven year old kid again that he secretly still was deep down inside! Not.
“Oh.. Yah.. Sure.. Why not?” Leeteuk mumbled a reply. He shuffled out of the kitchen to go sit on the couch in front of the TV. Heechul watched his friend go, but didn’t follow at first. With a little sigh he looked down at the cat again.
“Heebum-ah. Why does he have to make me feel guilty looking like that? Aish. Nothing to do about it. You’ll have to move on your own a bit.” he said to his cat, putting the animal on the ground, before walking towards the TV as well. When he sat down in the couch next to Leeteuk, there was an awkward silence. He sighed before talking again. “What are we going to watch?”
“I don’t know. What’s on?”
“I don’t know.” Great conversational skills. Really wonderful. Another sigh left him as he turned his head to look at Leeteuk. “You worry too much, Teukie. I can see it in your face. You’re starting to get wrinkles.”
“What!?” Leeteuk jumped up and moved towards the TV to check his own face in the reflection of the still black screen. Heechul couldn’t help smiling because of the gullibility of his friend. He got up as well and slowly walked towards his friend to put a hand on Leeteuk’s shoulder.
“As I said, you worry too much.” he said, smiling a little, but feeling sad inside. Leeteuk looked up at him. He suddenly looked very old and very, very tired. There was nothing left of the hyperactive image he showed when outside of the dorm. “Things will be alright. Kangin will soon be showed on air again and Kibum will return when we release our fourth album.” Heechul felt like he had to say something to cheer up his friend and leader. The reaction, on the other hand, was unexpected.
“Ah, but you didn’t mention Hangeng, did you? I worry most because of him. When he wins the lawsuit, he probably won’t return to us. That is something I fear most. I hope he wins, because the situation was really terrible, but what will we do? What will the fans do? How will it affect our group? The M-group will have lost their leader and then what? Where will it leave us, Heechul? What of the group when we have to go do our army duty? Will we still be able to be Super Junior after such a long time, or will we all break up and never sing together again?”
Heechul let it all come over him, not knowing how to respond to the outburst of his friend’s true doubts and worries. He stood there with that slightly arrogant smile still on his face, staring at Leeteuk in surprise. Thoughts of Hangeng popped up in his mind and the feeling of being lonely suddenly took hold of him. He felt his energy being drained away, yet refused to give in to depression. He had been fighting it off for a while now, he could keep on going a while longer. Life was not made to run around with a sad face. There should be no regrets. When Leeteuk seemed to want to say more, he suddenly regained control over his body and quickly took a step closer to his friend, putting a finger on his lips.
“Teukie, didn’t you hear me? You worry too much. Life is not made for worries. As my only hyung, you cannot say such things to me. Come sit with me and we’ll watch some TV.” he said, taking Leeteuk’s hand and dragging him back to the couch. He had to make a little detour to avoid the playing Heebum and Baengsin, but in the end he was able to fall down on the sofa, pulling his friend down with him. Even though he didn’t protest, Leeteuk didn’t seem to really agree either, he simply moved along without caring.
Heechul knew his friend was still thinking over all the things he had just blurted out. Without even touching the remote control, he reached out a hand and softly brushed his fingers over Leeteuk’s hair. The 9 days older guy turned to look at him. He smiled and repeated his action, slowly caressing the other one’s hair with the tips of his fingers. It probably was the most affectionate he had ever been towards his friend in the past months. Oh how he wished he had been closer to this friend so that he wouldn’t feel so awkward now.
“Shall I tell you a story?” he mumbled, not taking his eyes off his own fingers as to not have to look at the desperate expression of his friend. He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “I’ll tell you a story. It’s about two brothers who went out to find a treasure..” Leeteuk slowly moved into a more comfortable position. Afraid to lose his attention, Heechul kept stroking his hair with the tips of his fingers as he invented the story while talking.
When he had just reached the point where the two brothers found a treasure map and went to look for a treasure, Leeteuk suddenly moved again, pulling his legs up on the couch and resting his head on his friend’s shoulder. When he also hugged Heechul’s arm, the latter looked down a little surprised. Upon seeing Leeteuk’s closed eyes and his more relaxed expression, however, he continued the story without making any comment. As to finish the whole picture, the lazy Heebum, who finally had enough of playing with Baengsin, jumped on the couch as well and made himself comfortable on the little left space in front of Leeteuk on the edge of the couch.
Thinking the whole situation a little weird, but not wanting to make his friend fall back into depression, Heechul simply kept on talking. As he went from finding a treasure to spending all the money and going home as poor as they had left home, he gradually felt how more and more weight was put on his shoulder. That meant Leeteuk was falling asleep and didn’t think about not discomforting his friend too much. Heechul couldn’t help smiling a little when he thought about Leeteuk’s never changing care for others. He drove it too far sometimes.
About half an hour after starting the story, Heechul suddenly stopped talking and looked down on the sleeping young man. He finally stopped stroking the dark blonde hair as well, but didn’t move away. His eyes turned from the sleeping young man to the sleeping gray cat and wandered around the room until they found the sleeping kitten as well. He made an upset sound as he looked from the kitten at the cat and back.
“Aish. Great. No one even stays up to listen to my wonderful storytelling abilities.” he huffed, running a hand through his long hair. It was really becoming long. He should get a haircut. With that thought a smile broke through on his face again and he resumed stroking Leeteuk’s hair, mumbling some more words. “Ah well, I had no idea how to end the thing anyway. At least now I don’t have to.”
Fic Challenge - 027; Replacement [16/100]
Title: Replacement
Characters: Kibum, Heechul
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.208
Summary: Heechul patches up holes in old beliefs while Kibum remembers back when those beliefs were made.
A/N: Written over the course of several days for someone I treasure who should never forget I do. Because I was in desperate need of something less angsty than most of what I have been writing in this fic challenge. It's my weird perception of Chulbum and their wordless conversations filled with nonsense.
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He likes nights. Those few hours after midnight when everyone slowly goes to bed and the streets start to get empty. He likes standing on the balcony then, looking at the city lights, the few visible stars, the moon and the select group of clouds drifting by. Nature has a certain peace to it which he likes to blend in with every now and then. But of course it’s never fully possible, because when is he surrounded by only nature? Right, never. It’s hard to find even a little bit of green lately.
Suddenly the door slides open and before long something cool and round is pressed into his hand. He looks down to find a small bottle of low-alcohol beer and smiles.
“Hey hyung. How’s it going?” he asks, opening the bottle and taking a small sip.
“Should’ve told me you were coming.” the answer comes, hardly more than a grunt. “Would’ve told them to drive a little faster.” He smiles, letting the warmth of the other’s arm seep into his. The balcony’s big enough for two people, but he knows his hyung gets touchy when he’s tired, so he doesn’t comment on the lack of space between their arms and jut takes another sip.
He remembers the first time they met. Both mere trainees in the same company, one brutal and cold, the other silent and easygoing. He remembers spilling his coke and getting yelled at for two full minutes. He also remembers getting food spilled on him and being offered a dirty napkin. There’s many memories, really, but what sticks the most is blond hair and a gummy grin.
“Any news?” He gets pulled out of his memories by the gruff voice and shakes his head slightly.
“Same old, same old.” he explains the negative reply, but Heechul doesn’t take answers like that. Never did either.
“Yah, Kibum-ah! Two months passed, some things MUST have changed. Speak up!” he gets thrown at his head. Heechul turns to look at him for the first time. “Details are the key Bum-ah.”
“Details are the key to your heart, hyung?” he jokes and Heechul snorts.
“If you have the right details they might be the key to a richly filled bank account, but if you like unlocking my heart better, well… It’s your loss.” the reply comes and he smiles, downing another sip of the beer.
“Just visiting friends, trying to find other stuff to fill my days with. You know I’m waiting until they give me my job back, so there’s really nothing interesting happening.” he then explains, in reply to Heechul’s original demand for details.
It’s easy to slip into silence again, their arms still pressed together as they focus on the view once more. He smiles, lifting his bottle for another sip, but then lowering it again without drinking.
He remembers the first time they drank together like this. It was when Heechul was still recovering from his leg injury and Kibum the only one without schedules or other things to be at. He had been standing on the balcony as well back then, when Heechul had limped out, pushing a can of beer in his hand. He remembers silent smiles, understanding without talking and then the occasional repetition of that night. Most of all he remembers rediscovering mutual interests.
“Remember?” Heechul asks, making him look up for the first time.
“Yes, “ he says. “Yes, I remember.”
“When we sang karaoke with the others and Jay was singing so bad you put a piece of carrot in his nose to make him shut up…” He frowns, eyes the other for a moment and then starts smiling again.
“No..” he then says. “As I remember it, that was your nose, hyung. You thought you could manage singing Mirotic – again. You also failed at it – again.”
“Watch it, kid, you’re walking dangerous roads there.” Heechul warns, pretending to be annoyed, but he has seen it often enough and just laughs it off, taking another sip of the beer.
“You’d be a good dad.” he says, but as the words leave his mouth, he’s already reconsidering.
“I’d suck as a dad.” Heechul contradicts him before he can do so himself. “I’d teach them all the things they shouldn’t do.” He agrees with a nod.
“It’s good no girl wants you then.” he mentions in between two breaths. The warmth against his arm disappears and the next moment a hand connects with the back of his head. He grins, knowing what will come next, and indeed.
“You brat!” Heechul scolds, making his grin grow wider only. Moments later Heechul adds: “None of them is pretty enough for me anyway.” He laughs then.
He remembers having fun together like that. During car rides, on photo shoot sets, in their dorm, on variety shows, in waiting rooms, .. They’ve been everywhere and they’ve never cared about image or popularity. He remembers laughter, jokes and bantering. Two people, three people, thirteen people. Two more every now and then. What sticks with him the most is closeness.
“How’s the search going, hyung?” he suddenly questions and Heechul’s obviously surprised when he’s the one to break the silence. A smile soon appears on the elder’s face, though, as Heechul downs his beer can.
“Bad. Terrible. No one qualifies. I’ve considered a robot, but even machines make more noise than you.” the reply comes, quirky and straightforward. He grins over the comparison. Heechul huffs over it. “Why don’t you just come back yourself?”
“I told you. I’m waiting until I get my job back. They’re feeding me nonsense about surprising the fans, waiting for the next album. In all honesty, I think they’re trying to decide whether I’m still popular enough amongst ELF.” he admits and the sound of metal hitting stone makes him look up again. Heechul has put down his empty can, scowling at the scenery.
“Watch them try and not let you get back in.” Heechul scoffs, and he smiles, savouring the feeling of having someone care for him like that. Heechul would never say it in such words, of course, but it is clear from the way he acts, from the way he flares up every time someone mentions something bad about his friend.
He remembers a cup of tea on his bedside table, still damping with heat and a cold washing cloth on his forehead when feeling sick. He remembers coming home to a self-heated meal that only didn’t taste like plastic because he knew it was made with love. He remembers indecisiveness, questions, answers and disappointment. Most of all he remembers trust.
He sighs softly, taking another sip of his bottle of beer and then just downing everything. When he puts it down, he turns to Heechul. The elder looks back, a question in his eyes. He smiles, inclining his head, motioning for them to go inside. As they turn, Heechul throws an arm around him, ruffling his hair and grinning in that very Heechul-ish manner of his. It’s easy to grin back, leaning in just that tad bit and pretending he hasn’t been out of these dorms for two years already. No matter how many more months are added to that, he knows he’ll never get replaced.
Characters: Kibum, Heechul
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1.208
Summary: Heechul patches up holes in old beliefs while Kibum remembers back when those beliefs were made.
A/N: Written over the course of several days for someone I treasure who should never forget I do. Because I was in desperate need of something less angsty than most of what I have been writing in this fic challenge. It's my weird perception of Chulbum and their wordless conversations filled with nonsense.
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He likes nights. Those few hours after midnight when everyone slowly goes to bed and the streets start to get empty. He likes standing on the balcony then, looking at the city lights, the few visible stars, the moon and the select group of clouds drifting by. Nature has a certain peace to it which he likes to blend in with every now and then. But of course it’s never fully possible, because when is he surrounded by only nature? Right, never. It’s hard to find even a little bit of green lately.
Suddenly the door slides open and before long something cool and round is pressed into his hand. He looks down to find a small bottle of low-alcohol beer and smiles.
“Hey hyung. How’s it going?” he asks, opening the bottle and taking a small sip.
“Should’ve told me you were coming.” the answer comes, hardly more than a grunt. “Would’ve told them to drive a little faster.” He smiles, letting the warmth of the other’s arm seep into his. The balcony’s big enough for two people, but he knows his hyung gets touchy when he’s tired, so he doesn’t comment on the lack of space between their arms and jut takes another sip.
He remembers the first time they met. Both mere trainees in the same company, one brutal and cold, the other silent and easygoing. He remembers spilling his coke and getting yelled at for two full minutes. He also remembers getting food spilled on him and being offered a dirty napkin. There’s many memories, really, but what sticks the most is blond hair and a gummy grin.
“Any news?” He gets pulled out of his memories by the gruff voice and shakes his head slightly.
“Same old, same old.” he explains the negative reply, but Heechul doesn’t take answers like that. Never did either.
“Yah, Kibum-ah! Two months passed, some things MUST have changed. Speak up!” he gets thrown at his head. Heechul turns to look at him for the first time. “Details are the key Bum-ah.”
“Details are the key to your heart, hyung?” he jokes and Heechul snorts.
“If you have the right details they might be the key to a richly filled bank account, but if you like unlocking my heart better, well… It’s your loss.” the reply comes and he smiles, downing another sip of the beer.
“Just visiting friends, trying to find other stuff to fill my days with. You know I’m waiting until they give me my job back, so there’s really nothing interesting happening.” he then explains, in reply to Heechul’s original demand for details.
It’s easy to slip into silence again, their arms still pressed together as they focus on the view once more. He smiles, lifting his bottle for another sip, but then lowering it again without drinking.
He remembers the first time they drank together like this. It was when Heechul was still recovering from his leg injury and Kibum the only one without schedules or other things to be at. He had been standing on the balcony as well back then, when Heechul had limped out, pushing a can of beer in his hand. He remembers silent smiles, understanding without talking and then the occasional repetition of that night. Most of all he remembers rediscovering mutual interests.
“Remember?” Heechul asks, making him look up for the first time.
“Yes, “ he says. “Yes, I remember.”
“When we sang karaoke with the others and Jay was singing so bad you put a piece of carrot in his nose to make him shut up…” He frowns, eyes the other for a moment and then starts smiling again.
“No..” he then says. “As I remember it, that was your nose, hyung. You thought you could manage singing Mirotic – again. You also failed at it – again.”
“Watch it, kid, you’re walking dangerous roads there.” Heechul warns, pretending to be annoyed, but he has seen it often enough and just laughs it off, taking another sip of the beer.
“You’d be a good dad.” he says, but as the words leave his mouth, he’s already reconsidering.
“I’d suck as a dad.” Heechul contradicts him before he can do so himself. “I’d teach them all the things they shouldn’t do.” He agrees with a nod.
“It’s good no girl wants you then.” he mentions in between two breaths. The warmth against his arm disappears and the next moment a hand connects with the back of his head. He grins, knowing what will come next, and indeed.
“You brat!” Heechul scolds, making his grin grow wider only. Moments later Heechul adds: “None of them is pretty enough for me anyway.” He laughs then.
He remembers having fun together like that. During car rides, on photo shoot sets, in their dorm, on variety shows, in waiting rooms, .. They’ve been everywhere and they’ve never cared about image or popularity. He remembers laughter, jokes and bantering. Two people, three people, thirteen people. Two more every now and then. What sticks with him the most is closeness.
“How’s the search going, hyung?” he suddenly questions and Heechul’s obviously surprised when he’s the one to break the silence. A smile soon appears on the elder’s face, though, as Heechul downs his beer can.
“Bad. Terrible. No one qualifies. I’ve considered a robot, but even machines make more noise than you.” the reply comes, quirky and straightforward. He grins over the comparison. Heechul huffs over it. “Why don’t you just come back yourself?”
“I told you. I’m waiting until I get my job back. They’re feeding me nonsense about surprising the fans, waiting for the next album. In all honesty, I think they’re trying to decide whether I’m still popular enough amongst ELF.” he admits and the sound of metal hitting stone makes him look up again. Heechul has put down his empty can, scowling at the scenery.
“Watch them try and not let you get back in.” Heechul scoffs, and he smiles, savouring the feeling of having someone care for him like that. Heechul would never say it in such words, of course, but it is clear from the way he acts, from the way he flares up every time someone mentions something bad about his friend.
He remembers a cup of tea on his bedside table, still damping with heat and a cold washing cloth on his forehead when feeling sick. He remembers coming home to a self-heated meal that only didn’t taste like plastic because he knew it was made with love. He remembers indecisiveness, questions, answers and disappointment. Most of all he remembers trust.
He sighs softly, taking another sip of his bottle of beer and then just downing everything. When he puts it down, he turns to Heechul. The elder looks back, a question in his eyes. He smiles, inclining his head, motioning for them to go inside. As they turn, Heechul throws an arm around him, ruffling his hair and grinning in that very Heechul-ish manner of his. It’s easy to grin back, leaning in just that tad bit and pretending he hasn’t been out of these dorms for two years already. No matter how many more months are added to that, he knows he’ll never get replaced.
[FIC] Playground
Title: Playground
Characters: Heechul, Leeteuk
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 707
Summary: If life were a playground, things might have been different.
A/N: Ahh.. The last one.. This one has a flashback/retelling of the past in there. It should be noticeable, but just saying it again so you don't get confused. ^.^ I like this one. <3 It seems I enjoy writing Leechul/Heeteuk. ^.^
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“If you and I had met on the playground.” Leeteuk had said, making Heechul look up in surprise at the interruption of the silence. “I would have been the shy kid and you would have been the bully stealing my lunch money, right?” The image had made Heechul laugh, before nodding a bit in agreement. There had been more silence and Heechul had gone back to texting until the other had broken the silence again. “Then why do you listen to me now?” Heechul had looked up again and, seeing the utter loss in his friend’s eyes, had frowned.
“What kind of question is that?” he had asked with a little laugh, putting down his phone to concentrate on the conversation. “Why did you come up with something silly as that? I listen to you because you are my leader and you know best what’s right and wrong. I listen to you because I trust you and believe that you are worthy to be listened to. I listen to you because at a certain point in time I decided and promised to do so, so now I do.”
And now here he is, arms wrapped around Leeteuk’s body, head resting against the elder’s and the realisation that life isn’t always fair. Leeteuk’s even breathing reveals the fact that he is asleep and Heechul guesses that’s probably the first time in weeks that the elder is getting some undisturbed rest. He sighs and starts to gently rub his friend’s back in a mindless way of keeping his hands occupied. He smiles when Leeteuk scoots closer in his sleep and chuckles when he feels the arms around his waist tighten their grip. Then he remembers that his hyung wasn’t so calm earlier and his smile fades away.
“How did we become like this, Hee?” Leeteuk had whispered, as his eyes had darted away from the other to stare at the walls, the ceiling, the ground, merely anything but his friend. Heechul had sighed, gotten up and gone to sit on the couch next to Leeteuk. He had wrapped his arms around Leeteuk’s body, and had pulled the elder towards himself, muzzling his cheek against Leeteuk’s. He had enjoyed the cosy closeness for a while, feeling more like he was holding his good old friend Jungsoo than his band leader Leeteuk.
“We did not become like anything, Jung.” he had therefore replied, using a nickname that was long forgotten in the trail of stage names, heavy concerts and busy schedules. “We were always like this, we just changed environments.” There had been silence following his words. Leeteuk’s chest had risen and fallen with his soft breathing, but after a while the breaths had come more slowly and more forced, and when a soft drop of moisture wet his cheek, Heechul had realised that the other was crying.
There had been no hesitation in him, no ‘Should I?’s and ‘Oh God..’s, only a set feeling to hold and cradle and comfort. He had smiled softly because of that, yet at the same time had stroked Leeteuk’s back in a calming gesture. He had pressed a soft kiss on Leeteuk’s hair, had wiped the tears away, had pulled a tissue out of the box on the living room table not far from them and had cleaned his friend’s face. Throughout all that he had kept on mumbling cheesy nonsense to the elder, trying to calm him down like that.
In the end the tears had stopped running and Leeteuk had grabbed another tissue himself to blow his nose. Before Heechul had been able to put some distance in between them, however, Leeteuk had simply wrapped his arms around Heechul’s waist again and had rested his head against the other one’s chest, looking more like a little kid than a famous leader of a thirteen people band, and Heechul had smiled and held and above all loved until the other one had finally fallen asleep, more relaxed than he had looked in months.
“If you and I had met on the playground.” Heechul murmurs, running his finger through the blonde hair of his only hyung. “You would have been the shy, generous kid and I would have been the bully secretly looking up to you.”
Characters: Heechul, Leeteuk
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 707
Summary: If life were a playground, things might have been different.
A/N: Ahh.. The last one.. This one has a flashback/retelling of the past in there. It should be noticeable, but just saying it again so you don't get confused. ^.^ I like this one. <3 It seems I enjoy writing Leechul/Heeteuk. ^.^
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“If you and I had met on the playground.” Leeteuk had said, making Heechul look up in surprise at the interruption of the silence. “I would have been the shy kid and you would have been the bully stealing my lunch money, right?” The image had made Heechul laugh, before nodding a bit in agreement. There had been more silence and Heechul had gone back to texting until the other had broken the silence again. “Then why do you listen to me now?” Heechul had looked up again and, seeing the utter loss in his friend’s eyes, had frowned.
“What kind of question is that?” he had asked with a little laugh, putting down his phone to concentrate on the conversation. “Why did you come up with something silly as that? I listen to you because you are my leader and you know best what’s right and wrong. I listen to you because I trust you and believe that you are worthy to be listened to. I listen to you because at a certain point in time I decided and promised to do so, so now I do.”
And now here he is, arms wrapped around Leeteuk’s body, head resting against the elder’s and the realisation that life isn’t always fair. Leeteuk’s even breathing reveals the fact that he is asleep and Heechul guesses that’s probably the first time in weeks that the elder is getting some undisturbed rest. He sighs and starts to gently rub his friend’s back in a mindless way of keeping his hands occupied. He smiles when Leeteuk scoots closer in his sleep and chuckles when he feels the arms around his waist tighten their grip. Then he remembers that his hyung wasn’t so calm earlier and his smile fades away.
“How did we become like this, Hee?” Leeteuk had whispered, as his eyes had darted away from the other to stare at the walls, the ceiling, the ground, merely anything but his friend. Heechul had sighed, gotten up and gone to sit on the couch next to Leeteuk. He had wrapped his arms around Leeteuk’s body, and had pulled the elder towards himself, muzzling his cheek against Leeteuk’s. He had enjoyed the cosy closeness for a while, feeling more like he was holding his good old friend Jungsoo than his band leader Leeteuk.
“We did not become like anything, Jung.” he had therefore replied, using a nickname that was long forgotten in the trail of stage names, heavy concerts and busy schedules. “We were always like this, we just changed environments.” There had been silence following his words. Leeteuk’s chest had risen and fallen with his soft breathing, but after a while the breaths had come more slowly and more forced, and when a soft drop of moisture wet his cheek, Heechul had realised that the other was crying.
There had been no hesitation in him, no ‘Should I?’s and ‘Oh God..’s, only a set feeling to hold and cradle and comfort. He had smiled softly because of that, yet at the same time had stroked Leeteuk’s back in a calming gesture. He had pressed a soft kiss on Leeteuk’s hair, had wiped the tears away, had pulled a tissue out of the box on the living room table not far from them and had cleaned his friend’s face. Throughout all that he had kept on mumbling cheesy nonsense to the elder, trying to calm him down like that.
In the end the tears had stopped running and Leeteuk had grabbed another tissue himself to blow his nose. Before Heechul had been able to put some distance in between them, however, Leeteuk had simply wrapped his arms around Heechul’s waist again and had rested his head against the other one’s chest, looking more like a little kid than a famous leader of a thirteen people band, and Heechul had smiled and held and above all loved until the other one had finally fallen asleep, more relaxed than he had looked in months.
“If you and I had met on the playground.” Heechul murmurs, running his finger through the blonde hair of his only hyung. “You would have been the shy, generous kid and I would have been the bully secretly looking up to you.”
[FIC] Lip balm
Title: Lip balm
Characters: Eunhyuk, Heechul
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 652
Summary: He has lip balm and an opportunity, but no way out.
A/N: A slightly less happy one here, but I loved the rather dark atmosphere I gave to the story. Don't know if that is conveyed well, though.
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Heechul has been hiding in his room for days when Hyukjae finally decides that it’s getting too much. His emergency plan has been ready for a few days already, but he has simply been waiting for the right moment. The moment where he can muster up enough courage to set it in motion. Today is that day. Today contains that moment. Right here and right now, when Heechul hyung is vulnerable still because of the Soju and the lack of sleep. He decides that now is his time.
No one notices when he swallows the last of his fear away and gets up. No one notices when he gathers all his courage and sets for the door of his hyung’s room. In his hand he has the one thing that is supposed to give him entrance to what lies behind the forever locked door. He stops in front of the dark wooden thing and sighs deeply. In his peripheral view, he can see Jungsoo hyung sending him a worried look, obviously trying to decide whether he should intervene or not. Hyukjae decides to knock before anyone, including himself, can stop him.
“Hyung?” he asks, and the answer comes in the form of a growl, a wail, a cry and a grunt, and then something hard hits the door. “Hyung, I found your lip balm.” he continues, because he can’t just give up on swimming after only dipping his foot in the water. There is a stumble inside, a loud thud and a grunt. Moments later Hyukjae can hear the sound of the door being unlocked and he is dragged inside before he has time to react. The door is smashed closed again behind him, the lock gets turned, once, twice, and then someone breathes in his neck.
“It’s about fucking time, Hyuk.” The voice sounds hoarse, dark and incredibly beaten. The poor articulation of the words reveals that Heechul must have drank at least a bottle already that day.
Hyukjae sighs, because it is only twelve and he feels that his hyung shouldn’t be drinking this early.
“So where is it?” He shows the tiny little piece of nonsense that was his way inside of the room. It gets grabbed out of his hand and he suddenly realises that maybe he should have brought something to gain safe passage outside again as well, but he realises that it’s too late when Heechul pops open the lip balm and gives it a good look.
“This isn’t mine.” he says, closing it again and throwing it on his bed. Hyukjae sees that he has to act soon before Heechul explodes. “You bought it, didn’t you?” is whispered in his ear and he shivers his fear right back up in his throat as he nods. A hand touches his cheek and long, feminine fingers turn his face towards his hyung’s.
“You remind me of him, you know. Sometimes. When you jump around the room like an idiot. More often when you dance.” They are so close that Hyukjae feels Heechul’s lips touch his every now and then when the elder speaks and the smell of alcohol is nearly making him gag, but he holds it back, because he believes that his hyung deserves sympathy right now. Someone knocks on the door and it is completely ignored, like every other knock has been in the past weeks. “You remind me of him, you know..” Heechul repeats and Hyukjae knows.
“It’s okay to cry, hyung.” he says, wrapping his arms around Heechul’s middle and pulling the elder against him without any fear. For a moment there is complete silence as he waits until his hyung explodes, but then an empty bottle slips out of a lifeless grasp and the great Kim Heechul collapses against him, sobbing like the world needs a whole new ocean. Hyukjae only smiles and strokes and consoles and whispers, but mostly he knows.
Characters: Eunhyuk, Heechul
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 652
Summary: He has lip balm and an opportunity, but no way out.
A/N: A slightly less happy one here, but I loved the rather dark atmosphere I gave to the story. Don't know if that is conveyed well, though.
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Heechul has been hiding in his room for days when Hyukjae finally decides that it’s getting too much. His emergency plan has been ready for a few days already, but he has simply been waiting for the right moment. The moment where he can muster up enough courage to set it in motion. Today is that day. Today contains that moment. Right here and right now, when Heechul hyung is vulnerable still because of the Soju and the lack of sleep. He decides that now is his time.
No one notices when he swallows the last of his fear away and gets up. No one notices when he gathers all his courage and sets for the door of his hyung’s room. In his hand he has the one thing that is supposed to give him entrance to what lies behind the forever locked door. He stops in front of the dark wooden thing and sighs deeply. In his peripheral view, he can see Jungsoo hyung sending him a worried look, obviously trying to decide whether he should intervene or not. Hyukjae decides to knock before anyone, including himself, can stop him.
“Hyung?” he asks, and the answer comes in the form of a growl, a wail, a cry and a grunt, and then something hard hits the door. “Hyung, I found your lip balm.” he continues, because he can’t just give up on swimming after only dipping his foot in the water. There is a stumble inside, a loud thud and a grunt. Moments later Hyukjae can hear the sound of the door being unlocked and he is dragged inside before he has time to react. The door is smashed closed again behind him, the lock gets turned, once, twice, and then someone breathes in his neck.
“It’s about fucking time, Hyuk.” The voice sounds hoarse, dark and incredibly beaten. The poor articulation of the words reveals that Heechul must have drank at least a bottle already that day.
Hyukjae sighs, because it is only twelve and he feels that his hyung shouldn’t be drinking this early.
“So where is it?” He shows the tiny little piece of nonsense that was his way inside of the room. It gets grabbed out of his hand and he suddenly realises that maybe he should have brought something to gain safe passage outside again as well, but he realises that it’s too late when Heechul pops open the lip balm and gives it a good look.
“This isn’t mine.” he says, closing it again and throwing it on his bed. Hyukjae sees that he has to act soon before Heechul explodes. “You bought it, didn’t you?” is whispered in his ear and he shivers his fear right back up in his throat as he nods. A hand touches his cheek and long, feminine fingers turn his face towards his hyung’s.
“You remind me of him, you know. Sometimes. When you jump around the room like an idiot. More often when you dance.” They are so close that Hyukjae feels Heechul’s lips touch his every now and then when the elder speaks and the smell of alcohol is nearly making him gag, but he holds it back, because he believes that his hyung deserves sympathy right now. Someone knocks on the door and it is completely ignored, like every other knock has been in the past weeks. “You remind me of him, you know..” Heechul repeats and Hyukjae knows.
“It’s okay to cry, hyung.” he says, wrapping his arms around Heechul’s middle and pulling the elder against him without any fear. For a moment there is complete silence as he waits until his hyung explodes, but then an empty bottle slips out of a lifeless grasp and the great Kim Heechul collapses against him, sobbing like the world needs a whole new ocean. Hyukjae only smiles and strokes and consoles and whispers, but mostly he knows.
Thursday, 25 August 2011
[FIC] Life couldn't get better
Title: Life couldn't get better
Characters: Hangeng, Heechul
Rating: G
Wordcount: 468
Summary: Hangeng is convinced to agree to an arranged marriage.
A/N: Another drabble. This one's a sequel to Just My Luck. (Well it's more of a Hangeng POV from the events there.) Everyone who read the first part will already know what's going to happen here, but I hope you still enjoy this. x3 Because everyone told me to write a sequel and my daughter then encouraged me to really do so; here it is. Hope you enjoy. ^.^
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I love my parents dearly, don’t misunderstand me, but somehow they got the idea in their head that because I am twenty-six years old now and still haven't found someone that I would like to give my heart to, they should arrange my marriage. Fun! I didn’t think so..
One day my mother took me to the city and told me she wanted new photographs of me. Well it’s my mother, she has strange ideas more often, so I did as she asked me to, but it wasn’t until I got the pictures of my bride-to-be that I found out why that was the case. Well, at least my bride wasn’t ugly, so all I had to hope for was for her to have an okay personality.
After I decided that the girl was pretty, I guessed I could try making it work, because well.. I can’t just disappoint my parents like that. So I passed through 500 stores in one week with my father, trying to find a nice suit, and then got taught a million dances and the whole book of etiquette by my mother in the next week. By the end of the three week period, I was completely styled into the perfect groom.
It was kind of fun, actually, and although I would never admit it to my friends, I enjoyed the idea of settling down with someone, having the possibility to start a family. I could see myself playing around with the toddlers and taking care of them like any good parent would. Yeah, I really think I would be a good father.
That’s why when the day came that I was going to meet my bride, I didn’t feel bad. I had also talked to a girl whose husband had been arranged for her as well and she told me that out of all marriages, the ones that work out best are mostly the arranged ones, because people get into them with no expectations whatsoever and things can only get better than expected that way. So I did exactly that; expect nothing.
The moment my bride-to-be, a twenty-seven year old Korean by the name of Kim Heechul, walked into the room, I was staring at her already. She was pretty. There is no other way to describe it. She was wearing rather boyish clothes, but I thought to myself that I could get used to that if she liked it. We shook hands and she greeted me shortly. It was then that I realised that there was something worse than a pretty but totally egoistic bride.
Apparently my father thought I’m gay.
Apparently Heechul is not a girl.
Please let a hole open beneath me and swallow me right now.
Excerpt from Hangeng's diary - Written August the 26th at 8.43 PM
Characters: Hangeng, Heechul
Rating: G
Wordcount: 468
Summary: Hangeng is convinced to agree to an arranged marriage.
A/N: Another drabble. This one's a sequel to Just My Luck. (Well it's more of a Hangeng POV from the events there.) Everyone who read the first part will already know what's going to happen here, but I hope you still enjoy this. x3 Because everyone told me to write a sequel and my daughter then encouraged me to really do so; here it is. Hope you enjoy. ^.^
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I love my parents dearly, don’t misunderstand me, but somehow they got the idea in their head that because I am twenty-six years old now and still haven't found someone that I would like to give my heart to, they should arrange my marriage. Fun! I didn’t think so..
One day my mother took me to the city and told me she wanted new photographs of me. Well it’s my mother, she has strange ideas more often, so I did as she asked me to, but it wasn’t until I got the pictures of my bride-to-be that I found out why that was the case. Well, at least my bride wasn’t ugly, so all I had to hope for was for her to have an okay personality.
After I decided that the girl was pretty, I guessed I could try making it work, because well.. I can’t just disappoint my parents like that. So I passed through 500 stores in one week with my father, trying to find a nice suit, and then got taught a million dances and the whole book of etiquette by my mother in the next week. By the end of the three week period, I was completely styled into the perfect groom.
It was kind of fun, actually, and although I would never admit it to my friends, I enjoyed the idea of settling down with someone, having the possibility to start a family. I could see myself playing around with the toddlers and taking care of them like any good parent would. Yeah, I really think I would be a good father.
That’s why when the day came that I was going to meet my bride, I didn’t feel bad. I had also talked to a girl whose husband had been arranged for her as well and she told me that out of all marriages, the ones that work out best are mostly the arranged ones, because people get into them with no expectations whatsoever and things can only get better than expected that way. So I did exactly that; expect nothing.
The moment my bride-to-be, a twenty-seven year old Korean by the name of Kim Heechul, walked into the room, I was staring at her already. She was pretty. There is no other way to describe it. She was wearing rather boyish clothes, but I thought to myself that I could get used to that if she liked it. We shook hands and she greeted me shortly. It was then that I realised that there was something worse than a pretty but totally egoistic bride.
Apparently my father thought I’m gay.
Apparently Heechul is not a girl.
Please let a hole open beneath me and swallow me right now.
Excerpt from Hangeng's diary - Written August the 26th at 8.43 PM
[FIC] Just my luck
Title: Just my luck
Characters: Heechul, Hangeng
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 352
Summary: Heechul gets pushed into an arranged marriage
A/N: I was over at my granny's for 3 days without internet or computer and I did an awesome amount of writing again. In the middle of all the Itscom chapters, I somehow also managed to write a little drabble that makes no sense whatsoever and was just fun to write. I hope to spread some of my good mood from when I was at my granny's around SJW, to make everywhere a happier place! LoL. (That sounded like a world peace speech..) Anyways, just read and enjoy and let yourself be happy like me. =P
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So I don't know what got into my mother, but some three-four weeks ago she decided that because I am twenty-seven years old now and still haven't found someone to spend the rest of my life with, she should arrange me a marriage. Woopie.. Not.
First of all, I got dragged to some photographer to get my pictures taken so that whoever she had chosen for me would be able to admire my good looks. The same was done for me, but I had no interest whatsoever seeing this person, so the pictures sent to me went right into the paper bin.
But then came everything else, because pictures weren't the only thing my mother made me get, of course. She came to me for every little detail about the wedding and I kept sending her away every time again, but she just didn't seem to grasp the fact that 'No, mom, I really am not DYING TO MARRY SOME STRANGER.'
Needless to say that she isn't my best friend anymore, doing all those things to my life without my permission even, but okay. My father isn't of much help either. Not that he helps her destroying my future, but he also doesn't stop her from doing so. Thanks a lot, dad.
Anyway, I tried objecting for like a week or two, maybe three at most, before I finally decided to accept whatever bullshit she had gotten in her head, because hey, it’s my mother.. I got my stubbornness from somewhere, you know? Besides, I figured if I didn't get too much in my mind things could only turn out better for me than expected, which is a good thing, right?
Well, I changed my mind. When I was standing there across from Hangeng, a 26 year old Chinese guy who is supposed to be my together forever, even my expectations of a fat, blind, half-deaf, drooling and incontinent ninety-seven year old lady were better than this..
Apparently my mother thinks I'm gay.
Apparently Hangeng thinks I'm a girl.
FML.
Blogpost by Kim Heechul - Posted August the 26th at 9.43 PM
Characters: Heechul, Hangeng
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 352
Summary: Heechul gets pushed into an arranged marriage
A/N: I was over at my granny's for 3 days without internet or computer and I did an awesome amount of writing again. In the middle of all the Itscom chapters, I somehow also managed to write a little drabble that makes no sense whatsoever and was just fun to write. I hope to spread some of my good mood from when I was at my granny's around SJW, to make everywhere a happier place! LoL. (That sounded like a world peace speech..) Anyways, just read and enjoy and let yourself be happy like me. =P
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So I don't know what got into my mother, but some three-four weeks ago she decided that because I am twenty-seven years old now and still haven't found someone to spend the rest of my life with, she should arrange me a marriage. Woopie.. Not.
First of all, I got dragged to some photographer to get my pictures taken so that whoever she had chosen for me would be able to admire my good looks. The same was done for me, but I had no interest whatsoever seeing this person, so the pictures sent to me went right into the paper bin.
But then came everything else, because pictures weren't the only thing my mother made me get, of course. She came to me for every little detail about the wedding and I kept sending her away every time again, but she just didn't seem to grasp the fact that 'No, mom, I really am not DYING TO MARRY SOME STRANGER.'
Needless to say that she isn't my best friend anymore, doing all those things to my life without my permission even, but okay. My father isn't of much help either. Not that he helps her destroying my future, but he also doesn't stop her from doing so. Thanks a lot, dad.
Anyway, I tried objecting for like a week or two, maybe three at most, before I finally decided to accept whatever bullshit she had gotten in her head, because hey, it’s my mother.. I got my stubbornness from somewhere, you know? Besides, I figured if I didn't get too much in my mind things could only turn out better for me than expected, which is a good thing, right?
Well, I changed my mind. When I was standing there across from Hangeng, a 26 year old Chinese guy who is supposed to be my together forever, even my expectations of a fat, blind, half-deaf, drooling and incontinent ninety-seven year old lady were better than this..
Apparently my mother thinks I'm gay.
Apparently Hangeng thinks I'm a girl.
FML.
Blogpost by Kim Heechul - Posted August the 26th at 9.43 PM
[FIC] Without
Title: Without
Characters: Heechul
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 304
Summary: He's left without the other and it's emptier than he thought.
A/N: Again a fic written because of recent events. This time it's Heechul's cyworld post that inspired me to write this short drabble. So don't expect anything fluffywuffy loveydovey or giddy-happy. It's the raw core of what I imagined right after reading his post. It's kind of related to A very Twitter day in a way, because it has the same kind of writing style and viewing point, but this obviously is not the same kind of nonsense as that one was. I know this all probably sounded like heavy words, but I'm in a serious mood. (Although I'm not sad, I wrote that emotion out of me, into this..) Hope you guys will like it, even though it's so harsh. Please do comment.
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Fuck. That’s what he thought when he pressed send.
Fuck. That’s what he thought when he got the message that his entry was sent.
Fuck. That’s what he thought when the first tear wet his cheek.
And then he started bawling like a baby.
Yet at the same time, he smiled. Thinking of the good times he had with his friend. Thinking of the times they had a drink together. Thinking of how they had made fun of the other members together. Thinking of how terribly empty the house had become without the other.
And the smile fell. Because who was he trying to kid anyway?
As he thought that, he felt the tears wash freely over his cheeks. They kept coming, as if his body had water to spare and wanted to lose it all. He cried like he hadn’t cried ever since he had gotten into the car accident and shattered his leg. Yet he cried as silently as he could, because he didn’t want to wake the other members with his tears. They shouldn’t suffer with him.
He managed to glance around his room through his tears. The empty bottles were spread out around him.. On his desk, on the carpet, on the little table next to his bed, hell, even on top of his bed. One empty bottle of Soju next to the other, thrown away carelessly, because it really didn’t matter where they ended up.
A bitter laugh escaped him when he imagined the scenery..
A bunch of forgotten Soju bottles and a full grown man crying like a baby.
Well wasn’t he pathetic?
Kim Heechul.
Super Junior’s number one Flower Boy.
Korea’s number one arrogance.
The world’s number one pretty face.
The great Kim Heechul.
He guessed being an idiot was something he was great at as well.
Characters: Heechul
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 304
Summary: He's left without the other and it's emptier than he thought.
A/N: Again a fic written because of recent events. This time it's Heechul's cyworld post that inspired me to write this short drabble. So don't expect anything fluffywuffy loveydovey or giddy-happy. It's the raw core of what I imagined right after reading his post. It's kind of related to A very Twitter day in a way, because it has the same kind of writing style and viewing point, but this obviously is not the same kind of nonsense as that one was. I know this all probably sounded like heavy words, but I'm in a serious mood. (Although I'm not sad, I wrote that emotion out of me, into this..) Hope you guys will like it, even though it's so harsh. Please do comment.
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Fuck. That’s what he thought when he pressed send.
Fuck. That’s what he thought when he got the message that his entry was sent.
Fuck. That’s what he thought when the first tear wet his cheek.
And then he started bawling like a baby.
Yet at the same time, he smiled. Thinking of the good times he had with his friend. Thinking of the times they had a drink together. Thinking of how they had made fun of the other members together. Thinking of how terribly empty the house had become without the other.
And the smile fell. Because who was he trying to kid anyway?
As he thought that, he felt the tears wash freely over his cheeks. They kept coming, as if his body had water to spare and wanted to lose it all. He cried like he hadn’t cried ever since he had gotten into the car accident and shattered his leg. Yet he cried as silently as he could, because he didn’t want to wake the other members with his tears. They shouldn’t suffer with him.
He managed to glance around his room through his tears. The empty bottles were spread out around him.. On his desk, on the carpet, on the little table next to his bed, hell, even on top of his bed. One empty bottle of Soju next to the other, thrown away carelessly, because it really didn’t matter where they ended up.
A bitter laugh escaped him when he imagined the scenery..
A bunch of forgotten Soju bottles and a full grown man crying like a baby.
Well wasn’t he pathetic?
Kim Heechul.
Super Junior’s number one Flower Boy.
Korea’s number one arrogance.
The world’s number one pretty face.
The great Kim Heechul.
He guessed being an idiot was something he was great at as well.
Fic Challenge - 050; Lost [12/100]
Title: I will find you there
Characters: Kyuhyun, Heechul
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1.461
Summary: Between holding on and letting go, there's one line that holds him.
A/N: There was once a day I would have laughed at anyone telling me I would write a whole story about no other than Kyuhyun, but then there was this plotbunny and it wouldn't leave me and now.. Well let's just say I'm not going to write another one if I can help it. Because every time I look at that number 50 and see "Lost - Heechul/Kyuhyun" all I can think of is this story, I added it as a story into my fic challenge, even though it originally wasn't when I wrote it. Bite me. x]
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Kyuhyun runs as fast as his legs can carry him, moving away from the horrifying scene at a high speed. He doesn’t know why he’s running so fast, as he hasn’t done anything wrong, but the sound of footsteps behind him still follows him now, even though he has already crossed several streets and turned left or right at several corners, and it is scaring the shit out of him. Somewhere far behind him, he can hear the sound of a gunshot, making him think the worst. His legs feel numb, his breathing rags through his battered body and his face is covered in sweat and tears, but he doesn’t care about it. With all the strength he can muster, he breaks into one final sprint and ends with a giant leap that brings him flying over the railing of the bridge.
There is a moment of sweet nothingness in which he falls, falls and falls, until his body collides with the water. All air is punched out of him by the sickening blow and he feels a jolt of pain rush through his whole body, making him unable to lift his arms to swim back up to the surface. After a few moments, he can already feel his body craving for a breath of air and his mind is starting to send emergency signals to his limbs to start working again. Yet nothing responds. Black spots start dancing in front of his eyes as his vision starts failing him, but he does not give up the inner struggle against his unwilling limbs. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears the words his hyung spoke to him.
“Get out of here.” Heechul had said, pointing a finger over his shoulder to show which direction he wanted Kyuhyun to flee in. “Run until your legs feel like they’re on fire and then run some more. Make sure no one knows where you went to. Just run and keep running. When you’re certain you have left everyone behind, find some place safe to hide. I will find you there.”
There had been a determination in his hyung’s voice that showed he wasn’t going to give up just like that. The short but meaningful look Heechul had shot his way had been enough to make him bolt away immediately, without asking further questions, leaving behind his two hyungs and the bunch of anti-fans who carried all kinds of different weapons. Some had simple sticks, other brought baseball bats and some even seemed to have brought knives. He had found himself with no other options left but to run.
As his body is slowly sinking, being dragged down by the heavy clothes, he finds himself wanting to gasp for air, but he knows that he will only gulp in water when he does. The lack of oxygen is making him feel lightheaded and powerless, but he fights off the deadly urge with all the willpower he has left. Suddenly his mind is engulfed in a sudden bright moment despite the darkness that is creeping closer from the corners of his mind and he finds himself vividly remembering the need in his hyung’s words..
‘Find some place safe to hide. I will find you there.’
It’s right then and there that Kyuhyun realises there will be nothing for Heechul to find when he drowns in a bloody river because of his own stupidity. Yet his body refuses to listen when he wills it to move and it seems like there is no way he’s going to get out of it. He sees the faces of the people he loves most as his feet hit the ground and his mouth opens to let in the first gulp of water, the start of his few final moments.
As the water fills his lungs, however, he somehow manages to break out of the numbness and his body suddenly responds to his mind again. He pushes himself off on the ground with his feet and claws his way through the water for the love of his life, until his head breaks through the surface and the cool night air brushes his face.
He gasps for air, coughing up water as he does so, and struggles to keep his head above the surface. Yet his clothes are a major ballast and are dragging him down. Without giving it a second thought, he grabs his belt and loosens it, quickly unbuttoning his pants and struggling to get out of them. Once he has gotten rid of the dead weight, he willingly takes off his jacket as well, leaving it to float away on the tide of the river. He then starts to maul his arms through the water, letting his tired and numb legs rest as he claws himself a way to the shore.
Battered, broken and exhausted, he finally manages to drag his nearly lifeless body on the rocks below the bridge and rolls onto his back, his breathing uneven and faltering now and then. He feels his heart beat against his chest at an outrageous speed, as if it wants to escape his body. With a sigh, he closes his eyes, letting his body come to rest. The moment the adrenaline leaves him, however, his senses kick in again and he feels goose bumps starting to form all over his body as the freezing cold of the night is being registered by his brain. In a futile attempt to keep warm, he rolls up into a tiny ball, warming his fingers at his armpits.
“Hyung..” he mumbles with chattering teeth, in a haze of cold, wet and lonely. “You promised you would find me here.” There is a sense of desperation in his voice as his subconscious is already slowly accepting a certain one of his fears. What if the gunshot he had heard had been one coming from a gun that was pointed at one of his hyungs? What if there is no more Heechul to come and find him? The still conscious part of his brain refuses to accept that thought, however, and he sinks back into a world of shivers, shadows and vivid nightmares.
As time passes, the coldness seems to disappear, leaving him with a numb feeling that is the first stage of freezing. He wants to move, but finds himself unable to, the strength having completely left his body. He wants to call out for help, but his vocal cords seem to have been frozen as well, since no sound leaves his mouth but the constant chattering of his teeth.
More time passes. The chattering stops as a warm feeling fills him from the inside, and he knows he is freezing to death without being able to do anything about it.
He falls in and out of slumbering, unable to really sleep because of the cold surroundings, but not able to fully stay awake either as his body is too exhausted. When he opens his eyes again for the umpteenth time that night, he notices that the darkness is slowly starting to be replaced by light. A lifeless smile pulls up the corners of his mouth as he watches the sun rise. He bitterly realises that it is the first time he has seen the sun rise, for he would often go to sleep right before it did or wake up only right after. He closes his eyes again, unable to watch the light any longer.
Suddenly a shadow drops over him, making the pattern of colours on his eyelids turn into a total black. As much as he wishes to open his eyes again to see what caused the pretty colours to go away, he cannot find the strength in his body anymore to do so. There are words being called out that he doesn’t know how to understand anymore and other words are called back in reply as something tilts him out of his lying state.
Somehow, his completely numb senses manage to register the touch of supposedly warm hands on his ice cold skin and he faintly realises that a pair of arms is being wrapped around him. Fingers brush his wet hair back and soft lips touch his forehead in a loving gesture. None of these actions, however, can make him will his eyes to open. It is only when his brain registers a stream of familiar words that his body seems to start working again. His eyelids slowly part and he gazes up in the face he has been wanting to see ever since he started running away from the dangerous scene. The moment his eyes lock with the dark pair of the other, he realises what has been said before.
“I told you I would find you.”
Characters: Kyuhyun, Heechul
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1.461
Summary: Between holding on and letting go, there's one line that holds him.
A/N: There was once a day I would have laughed at anyone telling me I would write a whole story about no other than Kyuhyun, but then there was this plotbunny and it wouldn't leave me and now.. Well let's just say I'm not going to write another one if I can help it. Because every time I look at that number 50 and see "Lost - Heechul/Kyuhyun" all I can think of is this story, I added it as a story into my fic challenge, even though it originally wasn't when I wrote it. Bite me. x]
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Kyuhyun runs as fast as his legs can carry him, moving away from the horrifying scene at a high speed. He doesn’t know why he’s running so fast, as he hasn’t done anything wrong, but the sound of footsteps behind him still follows him now, even though he has already crossed several streets and turned left or right at several corners, and it is scaring the shit out of him. Somewhere far behind him, he can hear the sound of a gunshot, making him think the worst. His legs feel numb, his breathing rags through his battered body and his face is covered in sweat and tears, but he doesn’t care about it. With all the strength he can muster, he breaks into one final sprint and ends with a giant leap that brings him flying over the railing of the bridge.
There is a moment of sweet nothingness in which he falls, falls and falls, until his body collides with the water. All air is punched out of him by the sickening blow and he feels a jolt of pain rush through his whole body, making him unable to lift his arms to swim back up to the surface. After a few moments, he can already feel his body craving for a breath of air and his mind is starting to send emergency signals to his limbs to start working again. Yet nothing responds. Black spots start dancing in front of his eyes as his vision starts failing him, but he does not give up the inner struggle against his unwilling limbs. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears the words his hyung spoke to him.
“Get out of here.” Heechul had said, pointing a finger over his shoulder to show which direction he wanted Kyuhyun to flee in. “Run until your legs feel like they’re on fire and then run some more. Make sure no one knows where you went to. Just run and keep running. When you’re certain you have left everyone behind, find some place safe to hide. I will find you there.”
There had been a determination in his hyung’s voice that showed he wasn’t going to give up just like that. The short but meaningful look Heechul had shot his way had been enough to make him bolt away immediately, without asking further questions, leaving behind his two hyungs and the bunch of anti-fans who carried all kinds of different weapons. Some had simple sticks, other brought baseball bats and some even seemed to have brought knives. He had found himself with no other options left but to run.
As his body is slowly sinking, being dragged down by the heavy clothes, he finds himself wanting to gasp for air, but he knows that he will only gulp in water when he does. The lack of oxygen is making him feel lightheaded and powerless, but he fights off the deadly urge with all the willpower he has left. Suddenly his mind is engulfed in a sudden bright moment despite the darkness that is creeping closer from the corners of his mind and he finds himself vividly remembering the need in his hyung’s words..
‘Find some place safe to hide. I will find you there.’
It’s right then and there that Kyuhyun realises there will be nothing for Heechul to find when he drowns in a bloody river because of his own stupidity. Yet his body refuses to listen when he wills it to move and it seems like there is no way he’s going to get out of it. He sees the faces of the people he loves most as his feet hit the ground and his mouth opens to let in the first gulp of water, the start of his few final moments.
As the water fills his lungs, however, he somehow manages to break out of the numbness and his body suddenly responds to his mind again. He pushes himself off on the ground with his feet and claws his way through the water for the love of his life, until his head breaks through the surface and the cool night air brushes his face.
He gasps for air, coughing up water as he does so, and struggles to keep his head above the surface. Yet his clothes are a major ballast and are dragging him down. Without giving it a second thought, he grabs his belt and loosens it, quickly unbuttoning his pants and struggling to get out of them. Once he has gotten rid of the dead weight, he willingly takes off his jacket as well, leaving it to float away on the tide of the river. He then starts to maul his arms through the water, letting his tired and numb legs rest as he claws himself a way to the shore.
Battered, broken and exhausted, he finally manages to drag his nearly lifeless body on the rocks below the bridge and rolls onto his back, his breathing uneven and faltering now and then. He feels his heart beat against his chest at an outrageous speed, as if it wants to escape his body. With a sigh, he closes his eyes, letting his body come to rest. The moment the adrenaline leaves him, however, his senses kick in again and he feels goose bumps starting to form all over his body as the freezing cold of the night is being registered by his brain. In a futile attempt to keep warm, he rolls up into a tiny ball, warming his fingers at his armpits.
“Hyung..” he mumbles with chattering teeth, in a haze of cold, wet and lonely. “You promised you would find me here.” There is a sense of desperation in his voice as his subconscious is already slowly accepting a certain one of his fears. What if the gunshot he had heard had been one coming from a gun that was pointed at one of his hyungs? What if there is no more Heechul to come and find him? The still conscious part of his brain refuses to accept that thought, however, and he sinks back into a world of shivers, shadows and vivid nightmares.
As time passes, the coldness seems to disappear, leaving him with a numb feeling that is the first stage of freezing. He wants to move, but finds himself unable to, the strength having completely left his body. He wants to call out for help, but his vocal cords seem to have been frozen as well, since no sound leaves his mouth but the constant chattering of his teeth.
More time passes. The chattering stops as a warm feeling fills him from the inside, and he knows he is freezing to death without being able to do anything about it.
He falls in and out of slumbering, unable to really sleep because of the cold surroundings, but not able to fully stay awake either as his body is too exhausted. When he opens his eyes again for the umpteenth time that night, he notices that the darkness is slowly starting to be replaced by light. A lifeless smile pulls up the corners of his mouth as he watches the sun rise. He bitterly realises that it is the first time he has seen the sun rise, for he would often go to sleep right before it did or wake up only right after. He closes his eyes again, unable to watch the light any longer.
Suddenly a shadow drops over him, making the pattern of colours on his eyelids turn into a total black. As much as he wishes to open his eyes again to see what caused the pretty colours to go away, he cannot find the strength in his body anymore to do so. There are words being called out that he doesn’t know how to understand anymore and other words are called back in reply as something tilts him out of his lying state.
Somehow, his completely numb senses manage to register the touch of supposedly warm hands on his ice cold skin and he faintly realises that a pair of arms is being wrapped around him. Fingers brush his wet hair back and soft lips touch his forehead in a loving gesture. None of these actions, however, can make him will his eyes to open. It is only when his brain registers a stream of familiar words that his body seems to start working again. His eyelids slowly part and he gazes up in the face he has been wanting to see ever since he started running away from the dangerous scene. The moment his eyes lock with the dark pair of the other, he realises what has been said before.
“I told you I would find you.”
Fic Challenge - 015; Lick [10/100]
Title: Lick
Characters: Heechul/Hangeng
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 683
Summary: Cigarettes. He smokes them one too many times a day, but in all honesty he can’t be bothered to care.
A/N: And another dark one. My dearest daughter tells me I'm writing a lot of dark fics lately, but I just can't help it. I don't have the state of mind for happy and fluffy right now. -sigh-
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Cigarettes.
He smokes them one too many times a day, but in all honesty he can’t be bothered to care. They tell him that he’s losing years of his life as he goes on smoking and he just smiles at them, tells them it’s okay. Because it is. Really. Especially considering the thrown-together heap of useless that people refer to as life these days.
He figures it’s the way they look at it against the way he looks at it, but when they tell him he’s wrong and that his life has a use, he finds it impossible to believe them. They know he doesn’t agree with them as he licks the paper of his newly rolled tobacco friend and puts it between his lips.
And he wonders how many more licks it will take until he dies.
There’s a flower pot on the window sill that he remembers as being a gift from someone he once held dear. The name slips down the edge of his memory as he tries to grasp it, but he doesn’t really care much. All he knows is that the pot hasn’t held flowers for years, but has meanwhile started to serve as an ashtray. One that shows his addiction when you look into it and find it already half filled with leftover pieces of cigarette.
Sometimes it’s amusing to think that he could probably build a house with the amount of tobacco packages he has emptied so far, but on the other hand it just annoys him, because if he’s got enough free time to smoke that many cigarettes, then what exactly is he doing here anyway? He snorts and turns away from the window sill, only to be stopped dead in his tracks when a voice reaches him: “Heechul-ah! You should water the flowers regularly or they’ll wither and die.”
The slightly accented Korean floods through him, strumming at his heartstrings and playing a melody he thought he had long forgotten. He gasps for air in a much more delicate way than when he’s choking on his own coughing again, and the next moment his eyes are leaking salty water drops. “Yah, why are you crying? I’ll only be gone..” he hears himself say to that accented voice, but the sound dies away before the sentence is finished.
And he wonders how many more licks it will take until he stops crying.
For a while he lets himself get lost in memories of a house filled with all kinds of different plants and flowers. He vaguely remembers a smile on soft pink lips and a shared bottle of beer, but the images fade away again before he can fully see them. There’s a slight feeling of belonging, tugging at his insides, but the next moment someone knocks on his door and he turns to look who’s there. When he sees a young man with black hair he frowns and cocks his head a little, as if to ask ‘Who are you?’ without really uttering any words.
“Hey Heechul.” the unknown young man tells him in accented Korean that somehow sounds familiar. “I’m just coming by to see how you’re doing. Looks like you’re still smoking, eh? Didn’t I tell you you should quit?” The young man smiles, but there’s tears in his eyes and Heechul finds himself wanting to wipe them away with his fingers. Instead he keeps a distance, because he doesn’t even know the other. His silence makes the other’s smile turn even more bitter. “It’s not good for you, you know.”
He disagrees, in silence, because no matter what the other says, he’s sure that smoking can’t be that bad. Because every time he blows out another breath of smoke, there’s images and voices, blurred and vague as if they’re coming from far away, but they’re still there. It gives him hope that things will get better. Sometimes he thinks he’s winning against the amnesia, but then the memories disappear again until he rolls and lights a new cigarette.
And he wonders how many more licks it will take until he remembers.
Characters: Heechul/Hangeng
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 683
Summary: Cigarettes. He smokes them one too many times a day, but in all honesty he can’t be bothered to care.
A/N: And another dark one. My dearest daughter tells me I'm writing a lot of dark fics lately, but I just can't help it. I don't have the state of mind for happy and fluffy right now. -sigh-
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Cigarettes.
He smokes them one too many times a day, but in all honesty he can’t be bothered to care. They tell him that he’s losing years of his life as he goes on smoking and he just smiles at them, tells them it’s okay. Because it is. Really. Especially considering the thrown-together heap of useless that people refer to as life these days.
He figures it’s the way they look at it against the way he looks at it, but when they tell him he’s wrong and that his life has a use, he finds it impossible to believe them. They know he doesn’t agree with them as he licks the paper of his newly rolled tobacco friend and puts it between his lips.
And he wonders how many more licks it will take until he dies.
There’s a flower pot on the window sill that he remembers as being a gift from someone he once held dear. The name slips down the edge of his memory as he tries to grasp it, but he doesn’t really care much. All he knows is that the pot hasn’t held flowers for years, but has meanwhile started to serve as an ashtray. One that shows his addiction when you look into it and find it already half filled with leftover pieces of cigarette.
Sometimes it’s amusing to think that he could probably build a house with the amount of tobacco packages he has emptied so far, but on the other hand it just annoys him, because if he’s got enough free time to smoke that many cigarettes, then what exactly is he doing here anyway? He snorts and turns away from the window sill, only to be stopped dead in his tracks when a voice reaches him: “Heechul-ah! You should water the flowers regularly or they’ll wither and die.”
The slightly accented Korean floods through him, strumming at his heartstrings and playing a melody he thought he had long forgotten. He gasps for air in a much more delicate way than when he’s choking on his own coughing again, and the next moment his eyes are leaking salty water drops. “Yah, why are you crying? I’ll only be gone..” he hears himself say to that accented voice, but the sound dies away before the sentence is finished.
And he wonders how many more licks it will take until he stops crying.
For a while he lets himself get lost in memories of a house filled with all kinds of different plants and flowers. He vaguely remembers a smile on soft pink lips and a shared bottle of beer, but the images fade away again before he can fully see them. There’s a slight feeling of belonging, tugging at his insides, but the next moment someone knocks on his door and he turns to look who’s there. When he sees a young man with black hair he frowns and cocks his head a little, as if to ask ‘Who are you?’ without really uttering any words.
“Hey Heechul.” the unknown young man tells him in accented Korean that somehow sounds familiar. “I’m just coming by to see how you’re doing. Looks like you’re still smoking, eh? Didn’t I tell you you should quit?” The young man smiles, but there’s tears in his eyes and Heechul finds himself wanting to wipe them away with his fingers. Instead he keeps a distance, because he doesn’t even know the other. His silence makes the other’s smile turn even more bitter. “It’s not good for you, you know.”
He disagrees, in silence, because no matter what the other says, he’s sure that smoking can’t be that bad. Because every time he blows out another breath of smoke, there’s images and voices, blurred and vague as if they’re coming from far away, but they’re still there. It gives him hope that things will get better. Sometimes he thinks he’s winning against the amnesia, but then the memories disappear again until he rolls and lights a new cigarette.
And he wonders how many more licks it will take until he remembers.
Fic Challenge - 002 Christmas [8/100]
Title: Christmas
Characters: Heechul, Ryeowook
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 857
Summary: Heechul and Ryeowook both have their own ideas about Christmas.
A/N: This one was written together with my dearest unnie Giselle. She did the cute happy boy part, because I can't seem to be/act excited over Christmas this year. This is what happens when people give me the Chulwook pairing and I get excited over a dialogue-only story. x] Enjoy, or something like that. :P
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“Hyung! It’s advent time! We have to decorate the dorm!
We have to get a Christmas tree so we can decorate it with lots of cute bunnies holding candy and stars and coloured balls and our fans’ cards and the Christmas lights.
And we also have to decorate everything with green and red and put knitted socks on the window sill and use fake snow as decoration and.. and.. and..
Let’s go hyung!
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Forget it! No, Teuk, I'm not having an ugly, smelly, needle-losing thing in our living room.
What do we need it for anyway? And who's going to decorate it? You're busy enough as is, and if we let Hae near it, you can be sure that the dorm will be on fire before you can spell Super Junior.
No way, I'm not having it! Or did you forget what happened last year?
Stick that freaking tree plan back where it came from!
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Kyuhyun-ah, that tree is too small! I want a bigger one!
Oh, that one with led strings! Hyung! That one, that one! This one is perfect, perfect! But I think we’ll need a ladder to decorate it. Ah, it’s expensive.. Hyung.. You don’t mind buying it, right? Pretty please!?
Oh, hold on Kyuhyun-ah, let’s get more Christmas balls. I think I just saw a few white bears dressed as Santa’s elves! We have to get more lights too! Oh, hyung, those socks are cute! Let’s get them too!
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I swear if that maknae-wannabe urges one more word about Christmas lights, I will stuff his face in Heebum's litter box and make him eat cat shit!
And if he even dares to burn my food like he did with Jongwoon's because he was talking about those stupid decorations too much, I'll make him eat every single bit of burned meat until he pees it back out.
Stupid Christmas stu-
What are you looking at, huh? Never seen an annoyed person in the super market before?
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Kyuhyun-ah, no, you’re putting the bears and bunnies too close to each other! Use more coloured balls and laces. Here, put more laces here!
Yesung hyung! That pink sock is supposed to be hanging at the balcony, not in the tree!
Ah, Sungmin hyung, those cookies are for later! I baked them for Heechul hyung since I burned his meal last time!
Kyuhyun-ah, don’t pull the led strings, they will break!
Where are the Christmas lights?”
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I’m telling you, Hangeng, Ryeowook put something in the food! Everyone downstairs is following him like he’s their God or something!
No, seriously, Kyuhyun even went buying Christmas decorations with him! I’m glad he burned my food so I didn’t eat any.
What do you mean ‘They’re probably just enjoying the Christmas spirit?’ Kyuhyun doesn’t enjoy any spirits, he just works and games. He’s a workaholic like you.
Love you too. But seriously, please don’t get into Christmas like everyone else here, I need at least one sane person around. For as far as I can call you sane of course.
What are you doing, I’m hearing strange noises.
Hangeng?
Hangeng!?
YAH! DON’T YOU HANG UP ON ME!
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Yesung hyung, take your turtle away from my tree! I don’t want you losing it and then knocking the poor tree down trying to get it back!
Oh, Minnie hyung, the top star is so cute! But why is it pink? Isn’t it supposed to be golden?
Mhm, yeah, Kyu is right, we should make it sapphire blue!
But Kyuhyun-ah, I think the lights could be up a bit no? Now where did I put the candy canes we bought? They are the only decorations missing from the tr-
WHERE IS SHINDONG HYUNG?
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Thank god it’s finally done. Everyone following that eternal maknae around, it’s terrible! All those stupid decorations he just had to buy and hang up all around the dorm.
If I see one more Christmas ball randomly lying around somewhere, I swear I will take it and stuff it into that big, always-moving mouth of his!
Oh, Heebum-ah, there you are! At least you’re still on my side. Even Baengshin is in the Christmas spirit with that stupid ribbon around his neck. I bet Ryeowook fed him something too. But you wouldn’t take any food from him, would you? No, you even carry half of my name, you wouldn’t betray me by joining that stup-
Is that a ribbon on your tail!?
Characters: Heechul, Ryeowook
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 857
Summary: Heechul and Ryeowook both have their own ideas about Christmas.
A/N: This one was written together with my dearest unnie Giselle. She did the cute happy boy part, because I can't seem to be/act excited over Christmas this year. This is what happens when people give me the Chulwook pairing and I get excited over a dialogue-only story. x] Enjoy, or something like that. :P
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“Hyung! It’s advent time! We have to decorate the dorm!
We have to get a Christmas tree so we can decorate it with lots of cute bunnies holding candy and stars and coloured balls and our fans’ cards and the Christmas lights.
And we also have to decorate everything with green and red and put knitted socks on the window sill and use fake snow as decoration and.. and.. and..
Let’s go hyung!
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Forget it! No, Teuk, I'm not having an ugly, smelly, needle-losing thing in our living room.
What do we need it for anyway? And who's going to decorate it? You're busy enough as is, and if we let Hae near it, you can be sure that the dorm will be on fire before you can spell Super Junior.
No way, I'm not having it! Or did you forget what happened last year?
Stick that freaking tree plan back where it came from!
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Kyuhyun-ah, that tree is too small! I want a bigger one!
Oh, that one with led strings! Hyung! That one, that one! This one is perfect, perfect! But I think we’ll need a ladder to decorate it. Ah, it’s expensive.. Hyung.. You don’t mind buying it, right? Pretty please!?
Oh, hold on Kyuhyun-ah, let’s get more Christmas balls. I think I just saw a few white bears dressed as Santa’s elves! We have to get more lights too! Oh, hyung, those socks are cute! Let’s get them too!
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I swear if that maknae-wannabe urges one more word about Christmas lights, I will stuff his face in Heebum's litter box and make him eat cat shit!
And if he even dares to burn my food like he did with Jongwoon's because he was talking about those stupid decorations too much, I'll make him eat every single bit of burned meat until he pees it back out.
Stupid Christmas stu-
What are you looking at, huh? Never seen an annoyed person in the super market before?
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Kyuhyun-ah, no, you’re putting the bears and bunnies too close to each other! Use more coloured balls and laces. Here, put more laces here!
Yesung hyung! That pink sock is supposed to be hanging at the balcony, not in the tree!
Ah, Sungmin hyung, those cookies are for later! I baked them for Heechul hyung since I burned his meal last time!
Kyuhyun-ah, don’t pull the led strings, they will break!
Where are the Christmas lights?”
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I’m telling you, Hangeng, Ryeowook put something in the food! Everyone downstairs is following him like he’s their God or something!
No, seriously, Kyuhyun even went buying Christmas decorations with him! I’m glad he burned my food so I didn’t eat any.
What do you mean ‘They’re probably just enjoying the Christmas spirit?’ Kyuhyun doesn’t enjoy any spirits, he just works and games. He’s a workaholic like you.
Love you too. But seriously, please don’t get into Christmas like everyone else here, I need at least one sane person around. For as far as I can call you sane of course.
What are you doing, I’m hearing strange noises.
Hangeng?
Hangeng!?
YAH! DON’T YOU HANG UP ON ME!
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Yesung hyung, take your turtle away from my tree! I don’t want you losing it and then knocking the poor tree down trying to get it back!
Oh, Minnie hyung, the top star is so cute! But why is it pink? Isn’t it supposed to be golden?
Mhm, yeah, Kyu is right, we should make it sapphire blue!
But Kyuhyun-ah, I think the lights could be up a bit no? Now where did I put the candy canes we bought? They are the only decorations missing from the tr-
WHERE IS SHINDONG HYUNG?
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Thank god it’s finally done. Everyone following that eternal maknae around, it’s terrible! All those stupid decorations he just had to buy and hang up all around the dorm.
If I see one more Christmas ball randomly lying around somewhere, I swear I will take it and stuff it into that big, always-moving mouth of his!
Oh, Heebum-ah, there you are! At least you’re still on my side. Even Baengshin is in the Christmas spirit with that stupid ribbon around his neck. I bet Ryeowook fed him something too. But you wouldn’t take any food from him, would you? No, you even carry half of my name, you wouldn’t betray me by joining that stup-
Is that a ribbon on your tail!?
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