031.
It's kind of disturbing that the first thing Hyukjae thinks upon feeling his chest and feeling boobs and squishiness is huh, my turn? and goes back to sleep.
The second thing he, wait, she, thinks is oh shit. She bolts upright, and tries not to stare at her own chest but holy shit, it was right there and round and hey, kind of bouncy!
"So gross," Heechul says, standing in the doorway with his tooth brush in his mouth, his eyes on Hyukjae's chest. He makes a small sound of disgust before disappearing.
"HEY SUNGMIN, I THINK HYUKJAE STOLE SOMETHING OF YOUR'S."
Hyukjae's eyes widen. How did Heechul know? No one was supposed to know, that was meant to be a secret, how did--
Sungmin appears in the doorway. His lower lip starts coming out and a look of great concentration crosses his face.
"Sungmin!" she attempts to say pleadingly except it's a bit higher and wow, really whiney. Sungmin's eyes snap up to Hyukjae's face. He holds the pout for a moment before he laughs.
"Thank. God."
Hyukjae's pants are a bit big for her now, but she just tightens the drawstring on her sweats and gets one of her t-shirts. Shouldn't be too much of a difference except everyone stares at her at breakfast, not even bothering to conceal it.
"So," she attempts, and all of their eyes snap up to her face before sliding away, caught in the act.
Hyukjae eats her breakfast, snug, trying to ignore the feeling that this isn't too bad.
"You need to get dressed," Heechul says, appearing in the doorway in his Going Out clothes. That is, the boringest clothes in his closet, aviators and a straw hat. "We're going shopping."
Hyukjae makes a sound from her bed, head appearing above the cover.
"No thanks, don't want to."
Heechul stares. "No seriously, you can't just stay in bed the whole day."
Hyukjae tilts her head.
"Why not?"
"Just because we don't have schedule today--"
"I have Sukira tonight, I'll get out of bed then."
Heechul stares and stares. Hyukjae moves her hands from her boobs to on top of the cover, trying to appear like she wasn't just trying to discover how awesome being a female was. Boobs.
"You can't go into Sukira like that."
Hyukjae looks under the covers, shirt long discarded and pants pooled around her ankles. Boxers weren't really made for girls.
"Why?"
Heechul takes the opportunity to go into Hyukjae's closet, take out a shirt, hoodie and more sweatpants.
"Come on."
Hyukjae pouts as she slowly puts on the clothes under the covers, wriggling before her head pops out of the hoodie's hole.
"Majesty?" she says as she hops out from bed, and Heechul makes a small sound of disgust. Her tits are making dents in the hoodie -- blindingly obvious.
"First stop, lingerie."
"Miss, may I help you?" a lady simpers as Hyukjae blushes and clutches at Heechul's arm, trying to hide herself. She wasn't made for pink negligees or garters or fishnet stockings or maid costumes, and she tries to tug Heechul out of the store.
"Miss?" the lady asks, and Heechul clears his throat.
"Honey, do you want the lady to help you?"
Hyukjae runs out of the store. Heechul walks out dignified before collapsing into laughs by the fountain, Hyukjae huddled by the bushes.
"Okay okay, we'll go visit Jessica. She'll know what to do."
Jessica stares and then crosses her arms, starting to frown.
"I can't see what size you are if you keep covering up your boobs, Hyukjae."
Hyukjae whimpers. Heechul peels her hands from her chest, and Jessica pulls the t-shirt tight around Hyukjae's body. She casts a critical eye over Hyukjae's boobs.
"Damn, I think you're bigger than me."
"You can try Hyoyeon's, I guess," Jessica says as she riffles through a drawer, shifting through white and black, pink and yellow, striped and spotted and leopard print bras. Heechul looks over her shoulder, curious. Hyukjae cowers in a corner, wishing for her masculinity back.
"Here," Jessica says as she throws a bra on the bed.
Heechul picks it up and squishes one of the cups before holding it up to Hyukjae, who has her hands in front of her eyes.
"Come on, your turn."
Hyukjae spends twenty minutes in the bathroom, fumbling with clasps and straps and adjustments before Jessica knocks and asks, sweetly, "Would you like some help?"
"...No?" is the muffled response, and Heechul chokes on his tea.
"Hurry up!" he shouts, and there's more rustling.
"...I think I'm stuck."
Hyukjae emerges, red faced, another ten minutes later with her hoodie and sweatpants on, holding the bra out between her index and thumb delicately.
"No thank you."
Sometime during her endeavour, Sungmin had crawled his way to the SNSD dorms, and he looks up from his Scrabble game with Sooyoung.
"Hyukjae, you need to put that on if you're going to go to Sukira tonight." His tone suggests kind firmness but he's smirking in a way that has Sooyoung laughing out loud at him.
"...But why?" Hyukjae asks plaintively, looking forlorn and god, Sungmin averts his eyes.
"Your." He makes a hand motion towards Hyukjae's chest. "It's showing. Your girl bits."
Sooyoung cackles and almost falls out of her chair. Hyukjae looks down and pokes at a boob, pout slowly forming, and Heechul slaps his hand away.
"FINE, I'LL HELP YOU GET DRESSED." He pushes her back into the bathroom, bra as a new bracelet and Jessica laughs from her place in front of the TV.
"This is the best entertainment ever."
"Stand still so I can put this on you," Heechul snarls as he slaps Hyukjae's hand away.
"BUT SHOULDN'T I PUT IT-- HOW DO YOU-- WHAT THE F--" Hyukjae stutters, voice getting louder and higher pitched and Sooyoung pokes her head through the doorway before covering her eyes again.
"Did not need to see that."
"STILL. STAND. STILL," Heechul says and Hyukjae wriggles, blushing redder and redder.
"BUT HOW DO YOU EVEN--"
"Are you telling me you've never touched a bra in your life?"
"Well, not that, but like, just, OF COURSE I'VE TOUCHED A BRA." She snatches the bra and turns away from him, attempting to put it on for what seems like the twentieth time.
She fails yet again, and Heechul untangles it, silently doing up the clasp.
"Thank you." Her voice is soft and Heechul has the insane, manly urge to hug her, protect her from the world. He settles for a pat on the shoulder and tosses some clothes at her head.
"Here, put these on. I'll wait outside."
When Hyukjae emerges, she's wearing some off the shoulder top that looks like it belongs to Hyoyeon and short shorts. She wears consciousness like she doesn't know what to do with it, and tugs the hem of the shorts downwards, towards her knees.
Sungmin whistles.
Sooyoung laughs, and Jessica looks over before her jaw drops.
"You have legs?" she asks, and Heechul can't tear his eyes away from The Legs. God, so long and thin and pretty much what 90% of his wet dreams are made of.
Hyukjae collapses into one of the chairs and puts her head in her arms before crossing her legs slowly.
"God, please make me a man again."
On Sukira, she's introduced as Hyukjae's cousin who is hoping to become an idol soon, and she bows at the masses of the fans, bowing apologetically for her cousin's absence.
For the first twenty minutes, Jungsu's eyes can't stop straying to her chest, where she's wearing the same top as before that showcases more of her skin than she's comfortable with.
"Hyu-- oppa!" she says, imitating what she remembers from all those dramas she's watched (over Sungmin's shoulder.) Jungsu's eyes meet her's and slide away again, a guilty repeat of this morning. The fangirls scream, and Hyukjae covers her face.
"I think I am in hell," he whispers when the mics are off, and Hyukjae throws a soft toy at him. He thinks he's in hell?
Hyukjae as a girl laughs louder than normal girls, and grins wider and more abashed. She fiddles with the bracelets on her arms and sits cross legged on her chair, smoothing the blanket over her legs. She doesn't cover her grin and she tells the same lame jokes that Jungsu is obliged to laugh at, but she doesn't mind. Because doing radio is what she likes doing, putting music and her voice out there before leaning over to whisper some lewd pun into Jungsu's ear and grinning at the fangirls' screams.
She collapses into bed at 2AM, wondering if perhaps sleeping it off will work.
Yeah, it doesn't.
The basic mindset is that even if her body changes, well, she isn't any different. So Hyukjae does the same except without the schedules: watching TV, microwaving old food, going on the internet and watching... videos. And when she's worried or stressed, she does the only thing she knows how to and that is to put music on full blast and push the sofa back, move the coffee table into the kitchen and close her eyes.
When she's worried or stressed, she dances.
Because Hyukjae is still Hyukjae, liquid silver, and all that. The only thing is that when she dances, she has sudden curves. While it doesn't matter when she's alone in the living room, bass thumping through the air, it makes a difference when Heechul walks in. He stands and stares, watching, before going into the bathroom almost guiltily.
He bites his lip before he climbs into the shower and drenches himself in cold water.
Hyukjae adapts to life as a girl quietly following her first few days. Donghae still watches horror movies with her on late nights when neither of them have schedules, clutching at each other and screaming in unison before he accidentally gropes her five times in ten minutes and they agree to put a halt to it. Junsu still calls her at ridiculous times to shout at her and after the first two calls and a suspicious, "You sound different..." she admits that she's undergoing a bit of a gender crisis and he laughs at her for ten minutes until the phone cuts him off. He calls back within seconds and continues laughing while she stares at her knee. The next day, he calls again, apologising and promising to buy her a dozen red roses and a box of chocolates as sorry. She hangs up on him this time, but still puts the roses in the middle of the dining table when they come.
"From your secret admirer, gingerbread man vitality baby," Heechul reads out carefully, and Kyuhyun sniggers as he walks past.
Hyukjae takes a rose and stuffs it into Kyuhyun's mouth. He eats it and licks her finger pervertedly before she slaps him and he slaps her ass back.
It's a lazy day, Heechul can tell, as Hyukjae slouches around the house in one of her old t-shirts and sweat pants, hair pushed out of the way with a headband. There are a few spots of acne near her temple, but she pushes Sungmin's hand away when he points it out, grumpy.
"You--"
"Shut up," she snaps, and he falls silent. She freezes before looking at him, apologies in her eyes, and he nods.
"Sorry," he says softly, and Heechul watches as Sungmin grabs a jacket and hat and walks out.
"That was kind of an asshole-ish thing to do," he comments, and Hyukjae turns on him, eyes wet with tears.
"I know, I'm an asshole who is some freak of nature who just turns into a girl at the worst opportunity and just treats my best friends like shit. Yeah, I know."
She grabs a bar of chocolate despite the low-sugar rules and locks herself into her room. Heechul counts the grains of rice on the kitchen counter.
It's noon the next day before anyone sees Hyukjae, and Sungmin is the first to enter her room. Consequently, he is also the first to panic and freak out.
"Oh my god what the fuck why is there OH MY GOD."
Hyukjae runs to the bathroom and locks herself in there. The rest of them hold an intervention.
"Jungsu, you're the oldest. You should act as the true leader of Super Junior and walk out of here with your head held high, doing your job as our hyung and doing what needs to be done for the Super Junior members. Hyung, please do your--"
Heechul holds up a hand.
"I'll do it."
Jungsu hugs him and Heechul steals his wallet.
Heechul clears his throat.
"Help," he says into his phone, all his hair tucked into a beanie despite the summer sun shining outside and the sweat trickling down his spine.
Jessica laughs. "Wait, I have to put you on speaker, this is too good."
Heechul clenches his phone tighter and pushes his sunnies up.
"So?"
"Well, is her flow heavy or light? Is she experiencing cramps and is she picky about sticking something up her vag? Does she get headaches, back pain, or--"
Heechul closes his eyes and hangs up, SNSD's laughter echoing. He calls up his sister.
"I need your help."
He returns, triumphant and Hyukjae waves weakly from her place on the sofa. She stands and waddles over to him, hugging him pathetically with a hot waterbottle to her stomach before she practically falls asleep on him. He drops the plastic bag and carries her to the sofa again, laying her down and staring at her peaceful face, before he places the blanket on top of her.
When she wakes up two hours later, there are suspicious stains on the sofa but she just covers them furtively before waddling to the bathroom, determined to remove all the tissue shoved in her panties.
Five days later and she's back to her normal self, mostly tearless and cheerful enough to dance again when the dorms are emptied. This means that Heechul goes back to just plain wanting her when she dances in an oversized shirt and shorts, the air thick with her energy and sweat trickling down her face.
It's supremely unsexy but Heechul always liked a girl hot and sweaty.
The day after that, Heechul finds Hyukjae watching a porno thoughtfully, right hand tucked between her legs.
She has her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her eyes focused on the screen and the cock slipping in and out of the girl's pussy, sound muted. Rather than the blissful pleasure Hyukjae usually feels, it's just a warm tingle, a gentle warmth in her crotch and she doesn't know if she likes it. She just wants her dick again, and with a sigh, she clicks out of the window and goes back to replying to UFOs.
Heechul locks himself into the bathroom and it's the first time he lets himself imagine Hyukjae's face, eyes closed and head thrown back as he fingers her pussy, fingers slick when he gently flicks her clit. In her mind, he hears her moan and tastes her gently as she comes, and in the small reality of the bathroom, he closes his hand around his cock, pumping slowly. He spits on his hand, lubricating it and closing his eyes again, imagining Hyukjae sucking his cock, cheeks hollowed out and eyes lowered. He moans once, twice as the image flickers between girl-Hyukjae and boy-Hyukjae before he comes into his hand.
He collapses against the wall before taking a few breaths and crawling into the shower, turning the cold tap as far as it'll go.
Heechul avoids Hyukjae for days following that, and he'd feel guilty for this sudden isolation except everytime he so much as sees her, he grows hard and guilty.
"Hyukjae thinks you're mad at him," Donghae says as Heechul looks up from his laptop. He clicks out of the browser, countless questions yet to be posted to his cy. Out of sight, out of mind.
Donghae sits himself on Heechul's bed, and he has half a mind to shout at him but gives in.
"What do you mean?"
Donghae curls up, looking tiny on the bedspread as he puts his chin on his knees, looking at Heechul through his bangs.
"He thinks you're giving him-- her -- the silent treatment, ignoring her coz you're mad. You're not, are you? What did she do?"
Heechul wonders how Donghae, the easiest book to read out there, learnt to read him, understand him.
"I'm not mad at him," Heechul says carefully, and Donghae snorts.
"You completely ignore him now and don't even look at him. How is that not you being mad?"
Donghae isn't the least bit accusatory, just curious and matter-of-fact, and that's what does Heechul in.
"Have you." He stutters to a stop, words hanging limply. Donghae looks at him expectantly, and he takes a deep breath. "Haven't you felt that it's been a bit different now that Hyukjae's. Now that Hyukjae's a girl?"
Donghae stares at him and then starts smiling, no, smirking, and Heechul scowls.
"Is that what this is about?" Donghae asks, sing-song, and Heechul throws a pen at him. "Now that Hyukjae's a girl, you think..."
He waggles his eyebrows and Heechul continues scowling.
"I think what."
Donghae puts his knees down and spreads his legs, leaning back. All Heechul can see is the lean line of his neck, Adam's Apple bobbing up and down as Donghae laughs. At him.
"As a girl, you like Hyukjae, don't you? Want to fuck her because of her legs and boobs, be her boyfriend and protect her from the dangerous fangirls. Love her 'til the end of time~" Donghae says in a sickeningly sweet tone, fluttering his lashes at Heechul, who scowls, crossing his legs.
Just the thought of Hyukjaes legs and breasts are enough to make him hard, and Donghae just grins at him knowingly before he hops off the bed.
"Okay I'll tell him you're not mad at her." Donghae starts walking out, but pauses at the doorway grinning still.
"Don't worry, I'd fuck her too, if I could."
Heechul comes out from hibernation to grab a cup of water, making a face as the others watch a lady stretch her legs out on the screen and do a split.
"Hey Hyukaje, you should do that," Donghae says, eyes riveted as the woman disappears to be replaced with the packaging of a tampon.
"Yeah," Jongwoon says on her other side, nudging her.
"Wear a tampon or do the splits?" she asks thoughtfully, and Heechul chokes on his water.
"Splits," Donghae says with a disgusted face as the TV changes over to the news. "Don't want to know what you do down there."
Hyukjae laughs, higher and almost pretty, and Heechul swears.
"Movie?" Donghae asks, and his eyes flicker over to Heechul. "Heechul!"
Hyukjae's head whips around before she ducks her head, hair brushing her shoulders and hiding her face.
"Want to watch a movie with us?" Donghae asks, sweet and cheerful though he's smirking and Jongwoon looks up.
"Join us!" Jongwoon says happily, sounding just a bit tipsy and Heechul makes his way over, glad for his sweatpants.
"What is it?"
"You pick!" Donghae's grinning like a kid with a hundred dollars worth of candy stuffed into his mouth and a thousand in his pockets.
"Disney?" He shrugs and kneels by the DVD player, grabbing one of the DVDs and stuffing it in.
There's a blanket over Donghae, Hyukjae and Jongwoon's laps, and Heechul's kind of cold but too lazy to grab one himself. He settles on the lone sofa, curling up and waiting for the movie to play.
It's boring, mostly because he must've grabbed the only movie without Korean subtitles. But he pretends to be interesting, staring at the screen with glazed over eyes and not looking over at the three-seater couch.
Thirty minutes in, Hyukjae twitches, blanket rustling minutely. Donghae looks over and gives her a questioning glance, but she just avoids his eyes, biting her lower lip and staring at the TV.
Ten minutes later and her head whips around to Jongwoon, who's innocently watching TV, hands under the blanket and a smile tugging at his lips.
"Jon--"
"Sorry?" Jongwoon asks, bumping shoulders with her. Heechul looks over, rolling his neck, but Hyukjae just bites her lip and goes back to watching the TV.
Heechul watches carefully as Donghae grins, fingers working under the blanket and Hyukjae's head drops, the blanket over Donghae moving very unsubtly.
"Donghae?" Heechul asks, and Donghae looks up and flashes him a grin.
"Heechul?"
Heechul stares at him, and Donghae stares back, arm still working, and Hyukjae simply moans. Jongwoon's head snaps to stare at her, and her arms come on top of the blanket, hands clutching at Donghae's arm.
"Donghae," she says, trembling.
"Oh, sorry," he says casually and withdraws his hand. Heechul swallows and diverts his gaze to the TV, shifting his legs to hide his hard-on.
"Wait, what?" Jongwoon asks, eyes wide open and darting out from under the blanket. "That was you?"
Hyukjae concentrates on getting her breathing even before she looks up, eyes half-open and mouth slightly parted. She closes her eyes and nods, and Donghae smiles.
"OH MY GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE DONGHAE."