099. Apples
#099. Apples *WC (Hanry)
Fic: 1/100
A/N: First time writing a SuJu fic and Hanry is my absolute OTP, so I couldn't resist. Haha Thank you to my beta, trixteratheart
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Henry decided that he hated apples. And when he said hated, he meant hated. Why one may ask? Simple. Because Hangeng loved them. Seriously. The saying “An apple a day keeps the doctor away,” was made for that man.
But it wasn’t the fact that Hangeng loved the fruit that made Henry hate it. Not at all. In fact, he had a soft spot for those juicy, tart Granny Smiths. No. It was the way Hangeng ate them that was getting to Henry; the way he would bite into the fruit, his lips caressing the rosy skin for a moment or two before he’d break a piece away with a clean ‘snick’. Then, as he chewed the delectable fruit, sweet juices that Henry always had the urge to lick off would glisten on the man's absolutely kissable lips. And if that wasn’t bad enough, his long slender fingers would idly trace patterns over the red flesh like a lover would; and Henry found it very hard not to imagine what it would feel like if those fingers were ghosting over his own skin instead.
By the end of it all, the violinist would be feeling hot, and more than just a little bothered, mentally cursing the damned apple for making Hangeng pay so much attention to it. So, when Henry walked into the Super Junior dorms one day and saw said dancer sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a juicy golden apple, the delicate hue bringing out the pinkness of Hangeng's lips, it took all his self-control not to march up to his fellow member and smack the fruit out of his hand before grabbing him by his collar and kissing him senseless.
“Henli-ah!” Hangeng exclaimed surprised, a soft smile appearing on his face as soon as he saw the younger boy standing by the doorway. “What are you doing here?”
Ignoring the pounding in his chest, the said boy puffed out his mochi cheeks and pouted, knowing the cuteness would make Hangeng ruffle his hair, a touch he had come to enjoy over time, and asked, “Can’t I just visit?” In all actuality, he was just there to return a book, but right then, that wasn’t really important.
True to his nature, the Chinese man reached out as soon as Henry was close enough and tousled the short midnight black locks.
“Of course you can,” he chuckled, not noticing the small sigh that escaped from between Henry's lips. “I just wasn’t expecting you, that's all,” he continued to say, turning away for a moment to take a bite of his apple as Henry took a second to appreciatively eye the black wife-beater that clung perfectly to Hangeng’s well defined torso before turning to the fruit and subtly glaring at it.
“You want a bite?” Hangeng offered suddenly, after catching the boy staring at his snack and mistakenly thinking that Henry wanted a taste. (Well, he did want a taste…just not of the apple.)
“Ah, no. It’s okay,” the violinist said quickly, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the fruit and his mind away from certain thoughts. “Lemme just return this book to Donghae-hyung and I’ll be right back,” he added, hastily walking away from the distracting man as he mentally reminded himself not to trip.
There was a pause as Hangeng looked intently at his apple before he suddenly snapped his head up, confusion written on his face. “Donghae reads?” he asked incredulously. But by then, Henry was already out of hearing range.
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When Henry entered Leeteuk and Donghae’s shared room, he was relieved to see that both were not in. He unceremoniously threw the book he had been holding onto the night blue covers of Fishie’s bed and slumped to the floor, running a hand through his hair to settle the locks Hangeng had messed up back into place. A small sigh escaped his parted lips.
He had liked Hangeng for a while now, more than liked, really. It started out innocently enough. At first it was just admiration, a feeling Henry felt was only reasonable, seeing as the Chinese man was incredibly talented in his own right. Hell, it was impossible not to admire him. And as he sat upon the unusually cold floor, Henry recalled exactly how it began.
It started back in his trainee days. Every chance he got, the Canadian born native would purposely pass the dance studio Hangeng was always in, just so he could linger for a short while, and watch the man dance. His movements were so fluid and smooth, like the steady flow of crystalline water; and in no way, could he ever tear his eyes from the splendid display his sunbae unknowingly displayed for him. He was always very subtle at it, peering through the window of the studio door at an angle precise enough so he wouldn’t be seen. But then one day, he got careless. As the dancer moved to execute a flawless pirouette, the violinist suddenly realized he was in plain sight, and panicking, moved to hide. However, he was just a half-second too slow in his escape, and Hangeng saw him that brief instant, their eyes meeting for the very first time. Frantic, Henry immediately ran away as a crimson blush painted itself on his rounded cheeks. From that day on, he always avoided the dance studio, careful to walk by it as quickly as possible if he was left with no other choice of route to take.
And then it escalated.
The next time they met was when it was decided that Henry was going to be in the “Don’t Don” video. There was a spark of recognition in Hangeng’s warm brown eyes along with just the slightest hint of amusement when they were introduced; and the violinist decided he could just die of embarrassment as he fervently hoped the dancer mention the time he had caught Henry watching him.
“It’s nice to meet you, Henry,” Hangeng said, his hand outstretched invitingly. Hesitantly, Henry shook the hand offered to him, trying his best to ignore the unexpected jolt of electricity that passed through him as soon as they touched. “Welcome to the chaos that is Super Junior,” the man added with a soft laugh, causing butterflies to flutter in Henry’s stomach.
“Thanks,” he muttered, nervously fiddling with the bottom of his shirt.
“Don’t be nervous,” Hangeng smiled, sensing the younger man’s discomfort, “We’re going to have fun working together.” Then, before the violinist even had a chance to blink, the taller artist leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of Henry’s ear, and the newcomer could swear his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest.
“Did you like watching me dance?” Hangeng's gentle voice whispered teasingly, as the well trained violinist froze wide-eyed, watching the Chinese man pull away from his rigid form. He just had to mention it, didn't he?
“I’ve been told I’m very good,” Hangeng went on to say, after realizing the boy was too shocked to speak, as an amused smile played on his supple lips. Breaking from his lapse of thought, the Canadian was suddenly seized with the uncontrollable urge to slam the dancer into the wall and kiss those pretty lips until they were no longer smirking, but moaning his name.
Henry swallowed thickly and nodded. “Yeah,” he said with a weak smile, trying to turn his thoughts in a more innocent direction, “You’re very talented,” he at last choked out.
Hangeng laughed softly at the compliment and reached out to tousle Henry’s then chocolate tinted hair. “You’re so cute,” he teased, before winking and turning to talk to Siwon.
Before he could even register what the dancer had said, Donghae suddenly materialized by his side and attached himself to the violinist, with seemingly no future plans of letting go, while Leeteuk then appeared in front of him, already clucking like a mother hen.
After that incident, it only got worse; especially after SJ-M was formed. Dance practices together always ended each day with Henry trying persistently not to bang his head against the wall. Because, no matter how hard he tried to think about anything other than the Chinese man, whether it be elephants, gaseous planets or even moldy cheese; he would somehow find his eyes following the still practicing Hangeng’s pelvic thrusts; and his mind would consequently register just how flexible the older man was. Blood would start rushing southward and to counteract his hormones, he would conjure up images of really, really moldy cheese. Of course, that didn’t really work so well, what with Hangeng always in front of him, moving his damn pelvic! So one day, Henry kicked the wall out of frustration, and found out that although it was somewhat masochistic, pain was an amazingly effective way of getting rid of any signs of arousal. By the end of all the torture, the Canadian officially decided he hated the song “U”.
Then came promotions in China. At first, he had been excited. What was there not to be excited about? It was his first time to the country which contained his origins, the birthplace of his ancestors. Unfortunately, the initial thrill soon died away, and was replaced by stabs of jealousy. Henry was by no means an idiot and soon he started to notice how Siwon always seemed to be hanging off Hangeng, always touching him. And even though he knew that there was nothing between the two of them, because Siwon belonged to a very possessive Heechul, it still didn’t stop the slight resentment he felt every time tall man would hug Hangeng, his Hangeng. So instead, not knowing any other way to cope, he turned his frustrations into undeniable cuteness, and clung to Ryeowook like a child to his toys.
That was when he discovered that Hangeng couldn’t refuse or ignore him when he was acting cute. (Shota complex, anyone?) And armed with that suddenly useful knowledge, Henry transformed himself from the relatively mature boy he had been after first leaving Canada, into the cheek-puffing, eyelash batting, and pouting baby of the group.
At first, it had been kind of awkward for him. He wasn’t use to being cute at all. If he had pulled his cheek-puffing and pouting stunts back in Canada, he would have probably been decked in the face by his friends, and told to man up before they really decided to kick his ass. On the other hand, in China and Korea, people seemed to fawn over his adorable act, which sometimes led him to wonder what exactly it was about Asian’s and their obscure fascination with cute things.
Henry soon found that all his efforts were worth it though; worth each of the seldom heard, but heart-warming chuckles that came from the Chinese man’s perfect mouth when he did something silly. It was even worth the painful pinches on the cheek he received in response to his little act, because in the end, it meant Hangeng was paying attention to him. Soon, the violinist found himself growing comfortable with the charade he constantly put on, and wouldn’t even realize that his actions were "cute," until one of his hyungs would squeal and literally glomp him, rambling on about mochi and hamsters.
Still, while little pretense did attract Hangeng’s attention, it wasn’t the kind of attention Henry wanted from the man. The longing looks, the lingering touches, the muffled moans in the showers after dance practice. It seemed that everyone knew whose image he was jacking himself off to, other than that specific person. Hell, he’ll never forget what had happened when Heechul found out.
“HENLI!”
The said boy jumped as someone literally screamed his name, his fingers slipping and his bow skidding over the violin strings with a screech of protest.
“H-hyung?” Henry stuttered as Heechul barge into his room with a deadly look on his face. The older man kicked the door shut behind him and the violinist quickly laid his beloved instrument into the violin case that was on the bed, snapping the lid shut to ensure no damage would come to it. After all, with Heechul, even his fellow members "precious parts" were at stake during his rampages.
“May I ask what this is?” Heechul hissed, ignoring the boy’s actions. He shook a piece of paper in Henry’s face, momentarily blinding the boy.
“What is what?” Henry asked nervously, trying to see what was on the violently moving sheet, which was beginning to give him a small headache.
“This!” Heechul screeched, as he finally stopped moving his hand, leaving the violinist surprised to see a picture from China printed on the piece of paper. They were on a stage of some sort with Siwon on his right, whispering something into his ear with a smirk while Hangeng was on his left, his arm around Henry’s waist, watching the two of them with a fond expression. Henry, sandwiched in the middle of the two gorgeous men, was flushed a light pink, trying his best not to look at either of them.
“Ah…”Henry said, remembering that moment well. It had been the day after Siwon had found out about Henry’s little crush in a rather embarrassing manner. The whole week after, including the day that picture had been taken, the actor had spent every moment he could teasing the Canadian and making rather lewd suggestions about what he should do about his little crush, which was exactly what he was doing in the picture. Really! What happened to the God loving Siwon he had heard so much about?
Could Heechul really cause that much damage to a man?
Observing his hyung's still angered expression, Henry silently determined he could, before swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat, and preparing to speak.
“This-this was during a show,” the violinist stated innocently, widening his eyes. He had no idea why Heechul was mad, but he might as well get a head start on the situation, before the older man decided to blow a gasket for no apparent reason at all.
“Oh save your innocent act for someone who will fall for it, you little mochi brat,” Heechul snapped at him, ignoring Henry's look of shock at his declaration, “I know this was a show. My question is: WHY ARE YOU MESSING WITH SIHANCHUL?”
Henry blinked, surprised that Heechul had seen through his act and slowly repeated his hyung, confusing lacing the baritones of his voice. “Si…han…chul…?”
“YES SIHANCHUL!” Heechul shouted, his face reddening as his anger escalated. “SIHANCHUL IS THE ULTIMATE OT3!! YOU CAN’T BREAK THAT UP! DO YOU KNOW WHAT FANS WERE POSTING UNDERNEATH THIS PICTURE? HUH? DO YOU?”
“Um…”
“THEY WERE POSTING ‘SIHANRY’! SIHANRY! SIHANRY DOES NOT EXIST! IT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO EXIST! THE ONLY OT3 IN THIS BAND IS SIHANCHUL, YOU GOT IT? SI. HAN. CHUL!" Heechul finished ranting, glaring down at the boy as he breathed heavily, his gleaming eyes seemingly scolding Henry for even considering destroying SiHanChul's OT3.
Even though his better judgment urged him to keep quiet about the matter, Henry couldn’t help but ask his furious hyung a question, after listening to the older man's unnecessary screaming.
“What about KRY?”
The slender man looked flustered for a moment, forgetting about the other OT3, but quickly recovered with a finesse only he could pull off. “KRY is…they’re just…they’re just different, alright? Don’t compare SiHanChul to KRY.”
“But aren’t you comparing SiHanChul to SiHanry right now?” Henry quipped, his mouth forming the words before he could bite his tongue to stop it.
“No I am not!” Heechul hissed, “SiHanry doesn’t actually exist so there is nothing to compare!”
“Then why are you so worked up about it!” Henry cried, annoyance finally appearing on his face. If his violin practice had really been interrupted for something so trivial, he was going to hit something. (Though, not Heechul because Heechul would Heebum after him and then personally dismember his scratched, bleeding body.)
“Because you’re ruining SiHanChul!” Heechul continued to complain, unwary of the rising irritation taking over Henry.
“They were the ones who draped themselves on me," he calmly attempted to defend himself, knowing that yelling would only incense the older man even more.
“YAH! DON’T GO BLAMING MY INNOCENT SIWON AND HANKYUNG!” Heechul retorted angrily, his affection for the group’s gesture king overriding his initial desire to curse out Henry.
“Innocent? How in the world is Siwon innocent? Have you heard some of the things that have come out of his mouth?” Henry cried in disbelief, his voice growing louder with each word.
A small smirk suddenly appeared on Heechul’s lips at Henry's implicative statement. “I have, but that’s not the point,” he said with such satisfaction it was creepy.
Huffing in aggravation, Henry's bottom lip jutted out unconsciously as he spoke back to Heechul, not realizing what exactly he had revealed to the older man in his words.
“Then you know that Siwon is not innocent. And anyway, since when did Hangeng belong to you?”
The smirk adorning Heechul's slim face grew into a ‘cat-ate-the-canary’ smile, and he flopped himself onto Henry’s bed, pushing the violin case aside.
The boy managed to catch it before it hit the ground, and quickly tucked it away in the corner, a bit disturbed at the sudden change in the self declared princess’s demeanor.
“If Hankyung doesn’t belong to me then who does he belong to?” Heechul asked slyly. “You?”
“W-what?” Henry sputtered, trying not to blush. “No! Of course not! He belongs to himself.”
“I know you like him, you little mochi brat,” Heechul grinned, the most cheshire-esque curve of lips Henry had ever seen him display.
“Did Siwon tell you that?” Henry demanded, now incredibly flustered with the entire situation he was in.
The cat lover only chuckled and shook his head at the violinist. “I can’t say I blame you. The way that man moves his hips. You can only imagine how good he is in bed. I know I sure as hell do.”
“Does-does Siwon know you do?” the Canadian asked trying to push away mental images as his cheeks turned bright red. He really didn’t want to be having this conversation with Heechul.
“Hello! SiHanChul much? Of course he knows. Besides, it’s not like Siwon doesn’t notice how flexible Hankyung is either. Why did you think he was all over him during China?" Heechul chuckled, as though reminiscing about something Henry was pretty sure he didn’t want to know.
“So you’re not jealous?” Henry asked, confused. If he was getting this right, then it was okay for Siwon to cheat as long as it was with Hangeng, his Hangeng. But, it was not okay for fans to pair him up with both of them at the same time or either of them for that matter.
Why the hell not?
“Jealous? Are you kidding me?” Heechul asked, patting the space next to him. Henry cautiously approached the bed and sat next to the older man. “The only thing hotter than actually getting to sleep with Hankyung would be getting the chance to watch Siwon fuck him,” Heechul explained with a suggestive glint in his dark eyes.
“Oh god,” Henry squeaked. He was right, even God did not stand a chance against Heechul.
“Just thinking about it gets you hot, doesn’t it?” Heechul asked, leering slightly. The Canadian chose not to answer. Instead, he began staring blankly at the floor, resigned to the fact that he was probably going to have a wet dream about the duo tonight, though the thought wasn't such an uninviting idea. However, after that, neither of the men could think of anything more to say, allowing a heavy silence to settle.
“Let me give some advice, my mochi brat,” Heechul finally said, twirling a lock of his hair between his thumb and index finger. Henry slowly turned his head and looked at his hyung, not quite sure he wanted to hear anything else from the man. Nonetheless, Heechul frowned thoughtfully, before tilting his head and regarding the boy out of the corner of his eyes. “Your innocent act is cute and all that, but it’s not going to get you what you want,” he informed Henry, who rolled his eyes at the words which had left his hyung's mouth.
“You don’t think I know?” the boy retaliated in a frustrated tone.
“Well at least you’re not ignorant of the predicament you’re in,” the older man shrugged. “I suggest that you join him when he’s showering and show him just how much you like him. Just remember to lock the door. It’s either that," Heechul smirked, preparing to say more as a large grin overtook his face, "Or tie him to the bed when he’s sleeping and wake him up with a blow job. That’s how I got Siwon to realize what I meant when I told him I liked him.”
Henry groaned, hearing the suggestions and clamped his hands over his ears. “Too much information,” he muttered, though he couldn't deny he found the idea itself quite inviting.
“Yah! You should listen to your hyung!” Heechul snapped, flicking the violinist on the forehead. “Guys like Hankyung and Siwon don’t get it when you tell them you like them. They think it’s the innocent hyung-dongsaeng kind of love; not the ‘I want to fuck your brains out every day and spend the rest of my life with you’ kind of love. You have to shove it in their face. Not to mention, there’s a bit of an age difference between you two, so knowing Hankyung, he’s going to be opposed to it even more. That’s why you have to make sure he's at the point where he can’t even think straight before you confess. He’ll probably try to reject you at first, but I’m sure a few rolls of your hips will shut him up. You’re not that bad at dancing either.”
Henry immediately scooted away. “You’ve been watching me?” he asked mortified.
Heechul scoffed and flipped his hair over his shoulder. “Of course I have,” he answered as it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I can’t let just anyone ruin SiHanChul, now can I?” he continued to say with a smirk.
“Of course not,” the violinist agreed weakly. Then there was a pause. “Wait! Does this mean-”
“Yes, yes,” Heechul cut in. “I’m giving you my...well," the older man sighed a moment, not really wanted to say the word hanging off the tip of his tongue, but grinding it out anyway, "...blessings, so don’t make me regret it, alright?”
Henry simply nodded, deciding not to tell his hyung the he didn’t actually need his permission and that his question had actually pertained something else.
“Thank you, hyung.”
“Don’t mention it.” The older man clasped Henry on the back and stood up. “Ah, that reminds me. How the hell do you know about KRY?”
Henry shuddered, remembering the link that had come up when he searched Super Junior.
“Fanfiction.”
Heechul understood right away.
Ah that Heechul. The word special didn’t even begin to cover him. Nevertheless, Henry snorted as he remembered the advice he had been given. Like he was ever going to find the courage to do something like that.
With a soft sigh, he ran a tired hand over his now slightly red face, courtesy of remembering the conversation he'd had with Heechul. Hopefully by now, Hangeng was finished with his accursed apple.
He moved to get up only to stumble back down as the door suddenly opened and Hangeng stuck his head in.
“Henry, there you are!” the Chinese man said, relief washing away the worry that had been on his handsome face just a moment before. Thankfully, there was no apple in site. “I was worried you got lost or something.”
Henry smiled as cutely as he could, swallowing the quick beats of his heart and shook his head, sliding over so Hangeng could join him on the floor. “The dorm isn’t big enough to get lost in, gege,” he said, knowing the dancer preferred the Chinese phrase to hyung.
“I know, but you were gone for quite a while.” Hangeng sat down next to violinist and leaned back against Donghae’s bed, eliciting a small sigh of satisfaction from Henry as their shoulders touched together.
“I started thinking and I zoned out, I guess,” Henry said, picking at the bottom of his shirt once more, a nervous habit he'd developed around Hangeng. He glanced to the side and quickly looked away blushing when he realized Hangeng was watching him intently after he spoke.
“Is something bothering you, Henry?” Hangeng asked, his brow furrowing in concern. “You know you can tell me, right?”
“It’s just…it’s just…” The violinist hesitated, not quite sure what to say. “It’s just…Siwon-hyung,” he blurted out, saying the first thing that came to his mind.
“Siwon?” Hangeng repeated, something flashing in his eyes.
“Yes, Siwon-hyung. Ah…what do you think about him?”
“He’s a good friend,” the Chinese man answered carefully. “Why do you ask?”
Henry turned and met Hangeng’s eyes, his expression serious. “Would you fuck him?”
“Um, w-what?” the dancer stuttered, turning bright red. “That’s-I-where did you learn those words?” he settled on saying, avoiding the question.
“Well would you?” the Canadian pressed, leaning in on him.
“I-Heechul taught you those words, didn’t he?” Hangeng exclaimed, his voice a pitch or two higher than normal. “He put you up to this, didn’t he? I’m going to kill that man.”
“Killing Heechul-hyung won’t answer the question, gege,” Henry frowned, nearly on top of the older man by now. Hangeng however, was too flustered to notice. “I’m only asking because I know Siwon wouldn’t mind sleeping with you.”
“Where did you hear that?” the Chinese man demanded shrilly. “ Really, did Heechul put you up to this? Is this some sort of joke?”
“This has nothing to do with Heechul-hyung, though it is partially influenced by him” Henry said informatively, frustrated by the fact that Hangeng wouldn’t give him a straight answer still. Channeling this frustration (and maybe a bit of Heechul), he swung his leg over and straddled the older man. That, Hangeng immediately noticed, his body stiffening.
“Henry, what are you doing?” he asked quietly, trying to hide the hitch in his breathing.
The Canadian ignored the question and netted his fingers behind Hangeng’s neck, tilting his head a bit as he noticed Hangeng trying not to look at him. “Do you know why I ask, gege?” Henry murmured, leaning in so close that the dancer had no choice but to look him straight in the eye. Nervously, Hangeng licked his lips, still slightly flushed. “Because I think the idea of you and Siwon fucking is really hot,” he practically growled out, definitely channeling Heechul with those words.
“Henry,” Hangeng breathed, his wide eyes showing his shock, “I think that was a highly inappropriate thing to say,” the older man whispered as the boy above him suddenly fought the urge to roll his eyes. And they say he was the innocent one. “In fact, this whole thing is inappropriate. I think you should get off me now, Henry-ah,” Hangeng continued, squirming beneath him.
“But I don’t want to,” Henry pouted, pressing even closer. He could see the older man hesitate, unsure of what to do next. “You see, the thing is, no matter how hot you and Siwon-hyung look together, it kind of makes me jealous how close you two are,” he confided, starting to trace swirling patterns on Hangeng’s chest with his right hand. He knew that now would be his only chance before his shyness set in again.
“Uh-eh?” Hangeng intelligently remarked, not really able to form a coherent sentence.
The violinist sighed. “Heechul-hyung was right,” he muttered to himself, “You are a bone head.”
“He-why?” Hangeng semi-shouted back, not sure whether he should be insulted or confused and not really caring at the moment.
Henry eyed the dancer who seemed more confused and overwhelmed than anything else, and frowned. “Why am I jealous or why are you a bone head?” he asked, dragging a fingernail over Hangeng’s exposed collarbone.
“Both?” the Chinaman suggested, shuddering slightly at the touch. A small smile appeared on the Canadian’s face, seeing that the man was not completely unaffected from his ministrations.
“Alright,” Henry murmured, taking in the slightly flushed complexion and the flustered expression. “Why not?” Before he could stop himself, he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Hangeng’s.
The said man froze in shock and after a moment or two, Henry pulled away with a guarded look in his eyes.
“Hen-Henry-ah,” Hangeng nearly croaked, trying to find his voice, “Henry, I don’t think this is-” But before he got any further the violinist was kissing him again, taking advantage of the situation and forcing his tongue into the dancer's mouth.
Still, Henry wasn’t inexperienced by any means (practice from high school days) and after a few strokes of his tongue in the right places, along with a small roll of his hips, he earned himself a small moan as Hangeng started kissing him back, his hands fluttering up to Henry’s waist. Their tongues twisted together in a heated battle for dominance both unwilling to give in until finally Henry caved, allowing the older man to lead.
“This is so wrong,” Hangeng panted as they broke away. Henry only smirked though and started littering his hyung's neck and jaw with small kisses. The dancer moaned as the boy found a particularly sensitive spot right above the collar bone.
“Hey, gege,” Henry whispered in-between nips and kisses. He slipped a hand under the black wife-beater he had appreciated so much and ran his palm down the flat planes of Hangeng’s torso.
“Yes?” the older man breathed in a strangled tone.
“Let’s have sex on Teukie-hyung’s bed.”
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Outside the door, Heechul was cackling to himself with his ears pressed tightly against the wooden structure.
“I’m a genius, aren’t I?” he whispered smugly to Heebum who glanced up at him blankly then returned to cleaning himself. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
A particularly loud moan sounded from inside the room and the princess quickly snapped his attention back to the room. “I should have installed a hidden camera,” Heechul muttered in dismay, only thinking of it now. Heebum only yawned in agreement.
But as luck would have it, just as Heechul heard it getting to the good part in the room next to him, Leeteuk walked into the dorm.
“What are you doing, Heechul?” he asked looking at the said man strangely. He was used to the younger man’s antics by now, but that still didn’t stop him from wondering why he was standing with his ear pressed against his bedroom door.
“I’m-um…” Heechul quickly stepped away from the door to the leader’s room and searched his mind for an excuse. “Just-ah…why don’t we go shopping, Teukie?” he suddenly suggested with a brilliant smile. Before Leeteuk knew what was happening, there was a whirlwind of Heechul and he was being dragged out of the dorm. “It’s been such a long time since we spent time together,” the only slightly younger man said.
“What are you talking about?” Leeteuk retorted with a baffled squeak. “We were up until three last night drinking tea and chatting!”
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I, for one, do not believe that Henry is as innocent as he looks. Still I always want to hug him and pinch his cheeks whenever I watch him on shows. Haha...I just finished watching 'A Date With Lu Yu'. I love it when he sings 'Julia'
...This was suppose to go in a different, more innocent direction, but Heechul kind of came in and took over the fic....