048. That Girl
#048. That Girl Eeteuk/Hankyung
Fic: 5/100
A/N: beta-ed by trixteratheart
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This was all Heechuls’ fault. Well, alright, so it was also partially his fault too, because he really should have known better than to be around when the elder got that certain glimmer in his eyes, but that wasn’t the point. No. The point was that Heechul had gotten bored and the first person he had seen was the one he picked on, Hangeng. And that was how said man ended up in a skirt, heels, and with a lot of makeup on his face, waiting for Heechul to finish styling the wig that was on his head.
“You know I hate you, right?” the Chinese man said for the umpteenth time as he glared at his reflection. He was sitting in front of Heechul’s vanity set, which was cluttered with lipstick, eye shadow, foundation, blush, eyeliner, mascara, and an assortment of sparkly rainbow hairclips. And though he was curious, Hangeng knew better than to ask why he had all these feminine products.
“YAH!” Heechul exclaimed, whacking him once on the head with the back of the hairbrush he was holding. The dancer winced in response, his comfort level dropping steadily below zero every second he spent with the “princely” man. “Be respectful! I’m older than you! And don’t talk! Your voice ruins the image!”
“Right…” Hangeng muttered, strengthening his glare. Heechul only hummed and continued his activities, pulling here, tucking there, and spraying a ridiculous amount of hairspray.
“Done!” he finally announced after a few more minutes, stepping away from his “masterpiece.” “You look simply gorgeous!”
The Chinaman had no words as he stared at his reflection. Layers of make-up hid away any features that distinguished him as male and since he had soft features to begin with, it only accented his feminine side. Soft brown eyes were framed with long fake lashes and widened with eyeliner and eye shadow, until they seemed so soulful that they could even rival Donghae’s puppy dog pouts. High cheekbones become more defined and average lips were made pouty as they shimmered with a layer of pink lip gloss. A wig of long black hair was half pulled back, straight bangs brushing against his forehead and wavy locks falling over his shoulder.
As for his clothing, he was in loose fitting off-white long sleeve tunic that gave the illusion of curves which didn’t truly exist, and a short gray skirt that showed way too much leg in Hangeng’s opinion. Luckily, he had not been required to shave and had instead been stuffed into black tights, which although he was grateful for, couldn’t honestly say was much better. On his feet, were simple black heels which the dancer knew he was going to have trouble walking in. Once again, he wondered how Heechul came to acquire these items, but refrained from asking.
“Now get out!” Heechul suddenly said, grabbing Hangeng’s arm and yanking him up. “I need to make myself fabulous!” The younger stumbled, trying to keep balance, but somehow managed to exit the room and Heechul promptly slammed the door shut behind.
Awkwardly, the foreigner stood in the hall of the dorm hoping that none of the members were in while muttering under his breath. Every Chinese swear word he knew flowed out of his mouth in an undertone along with a number of Korean ones Heechul had taught him, and even a few English ones that Henry had a habit of accidentally slipping out when he was frustrated. If he wasn’t so sure that Heechul would find a way to torture him from the grave, he would have strangled the feminine man by now.
“Crazy. I’m going crazy,” Hangeng muttered, wondering why he didn’t just make a run for it. Oh, right. Because Heechul would castrate him. “Aish!” Frustrated, the Chinaman stamped his feet and crossed his arms, his bottom lip unconsciously jutting out into a pout. It looked as though his clothing was getting to him, because he never acted like that.
“Seriously I’m going crazy,” he moaned, feeling the beginnings of a headache starting to appear. “Why me?”
Then, as if right on cue, Leeteuk appeared, wandering (sprinting), into the hall Hangeng was complaining in and literally barreling into manager’s room which was located next to Heechul’s. Instinctively, Hangeng flattened himself against the wall, hoping the leader didn’t notice his presence, but that foolishly optimistic thought quickly flew from his head as Leeteuk slowly backtracked out of the room, a slender brow raised as he let his eyes travel down Hangeng’s femininely clothed body.
“Aha…haha…ha,” the dancer laughed nervously, blushing slightly from the intensity of Leeteuk’s gaze. If he didn’t know better, he’d think that Leeteuk had mistaken him for a girl and was now checking him out. “I can ex-”
“Who are you?” For a moment, Hangeng forgot how to breathe as he openly gapped at the leader. He was just kidding, right? He had to be. There was no way Heechul was good enough to completely erase his identity or the fact that he was male. But then again, this was Heechul…and Heechul did wield unspeakable, even God-defying powers. And really if he thought about it, it was a good thing Leeteuk didn’t recognize him since it would save him from the embarrassing teasing that would undoubtedly follow for months later. So mind made up, Hangeng closed his mouth and put on the shyest expression he could muster.
“I’m Han…Young,” the cross-dressed man squeaked, pitching his voice a few octaves higher than normal.
“Really?” Leeteuk smirked, shifting so that he was leaning against the doorframe, arm positioned above his head. He didn’t seem all that bothered that the girl he was flirting with was taller than him. Of course, Leeteuk, being the player he was, never did seem to mind. “How old are you?”
“Ah…um…shouldn’t you be asking why I’m in the dorms?” Hangeng blurted out rather than answering the question. The less personal it was, the less likely Leeteuk would figure out who he actually was or so the theory goes.
“Alright,” Leeteuk said with a small nod, a seductive expression on his delicate features. He drew just a bit closer to the Chinaman. “Why are you in the dorms? We don’t usually allow girls to visit.”
Hangeng swallowed hard and inched away. His heart was beating a bit too fast for his liking and somewhere in the back of his mind, a tiny voice was reminding him that he shouldn’t be enjoying the type of attention Leeteuk was paying him. But the dark gaze the leader was giving him was making it hard and besides, no one actually listens to the little voice anyway.
“I’m visiting…Heechul…oppa,” Hangeng answered faintly, remembering just in time to add the proper honorifics.
“I see. And are you dating him?” Leeteuk asked, reaching out his left hand to finger one of Hangeng’s fake black locks. He twirled it around his index finger and then brought it to his lips, laying a gentle kiss on the faux hair all the while never breaking eye contact.
“Hn?!” was all the Chinaman could force out in a panicky tone as he, mortified, watched the leader’s actions.
“I asked if you were dating him,” the smaller man repeated slyly, releasing the hair and placing his hands against the wall on either side of the cross-dressing Chinese. Somehow, Hangeng had failed to notice when Leeteuk moved and now his back was pressed entirely against the wall, the space between the two men hardly wide enough to slip a piece of paper through.
“Of-of c-c-course not,” the dancer stammered, his voice unintentionally high as his wide brown eyes darted from side to side, trying to find an escape route. “I’m not-I wouldn’t-I-”
“Good,” Leeteuk cut in, tilting his head up. He breathed softly onto Hangeng’s lips and the foreigner just barely suppressed the shudder that ran through him. If they moved any closer, they would be kissing. “Because someone like you,” the leader’s eyes were smoldering as they caught Hangeng’s, “can do so much better.”
“Nn?” The words barely registered in Hangeng’s mind because in the moment after, Leeteuk licked his lips, the pink muscle teasingly wetting the plump and silky flesh, succeeding in distracting the Chinaman. Unable to look away, Hangeng breathed in shakily and clenched his fists. All it would take was one little movement…this was so wrong on so many different levels.
“And I’ve been meaning to ask you,” the leader continued as if he didn’t notice the reaction he had invoked, “where are you from? That accent of your is quite…sensual.” He drew out the last word and angled his head so he could ghost over the dancer’s jawline.
“A-accent?” Hangeng whimpered, unable to keep the tremor out of his voice. His hands unconsciously reached up, fingers grabbing the front of the leader’s shirt.
“Yes, accent,” Leeteuk replied, a small smirk on his face though the Chinese man couldn’t see. “Actually, it seems quite familiar, Hanyoung. Something oriental.” He brushed his lips against the shell of Hangeng’s ear, causing a stutter in his breathing. “Maybe…Chinese?”
Hangeng just barely suppressed a surprised squeak. “Ch-ch-chinese?” he stammered, panicked. He tried to move away as subtly as possible, but Leeteuk refused to let him leave, pinning the man with his own body.
“Yes, Chinese,” the smaller man breathed, something akin to amusement in his voice. Suddenly he chuckled, the sound deep and resounding in Hangeng’s ear, confusing the dancer. But any other thoughts quickly left his head when Leeteuk nibbled at his ear lobe, producing a low moan from Chinaman. “You know,” Leeteuk said thoughtfully as soon as he released Hangeng’s ear, “I never thought you’d be the girl in Heechul’s relationship. I always figured he would assume that role, Hannie.”
“Ah-nu-huh?” Nothing comprehensible came from the dancer when the words finally registered in his mind. Petrified, Hangeng snapped his head to look at the leader who simply raised a brow in amusement. “You-!”
With a sly wink, Leeteuk pushed away and shrugged. Before the younger man could say anything more, he simply sauntered away, leaving Hangeng gapping like a very attractive fish.
“Shit…” he breathed when he finally had the mind to close his mouth. Just in time, Heechul flung his door opened and made his grand entrance, his sequined top sparkling.
“Am I hot or am I hot?”
Hangeng turned to his friend and blinked, taking in the wild clothing before narrowing his eyes into a glare. “You…” he growled.
Heechul’s eyes widened in surprise but it quickly fade into a miffed frown. “What’s wrong with you?”
“You!” Hangeng answered. Offended, the princess puffed up and was about to yell at the dancer only to have Hangeng step into the room he had just left and slam the door in his face.
In pure, dumbfounded shock Heechul stared at the wooden structure. “YAH!” he shouted when he eventually recovered. “What the FUCK do you think you’re DOING?!”
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Humming softly to himself, Leeteuk flipped the page and adjusted the black frames that were perched on his nose. Since Donghae had decided to spend the night in Eunhyuk’s room, he was currently settled quite comfortably in the self proclaimed fish’s navy blue sheets.
Their new song was currently stuck in his head and the leader bobbed his head slightly whilst his eyes skimmed rows and rows of lettering, his imagination conjuring up the images of what was printed on the page. He had just gotten to the best part, where the self-sacrificing prince was about to drink the poison meant for the princess, when his door was slammed open.
Startled, Leeteuk jumped, throwing his book into the air. “Omona!” he gasped looking up. The book fell to the floor with a soft thud and he sighed in relief. “It’s just you, Hankyung.”
“Yes it is,” the dancer said roughly, kicking the door shut and locking it. Eyes widening, Leeteuk brushed his bangs back in a nervous gesture.
“Hankyung, what-what are you…” he trailed off, seeing the carefully controlled mask that did nothing to hide the hungry, animalistic glint in nearly black orbs. “Hannie…?” he asked weakly.
In two strides, the foreigner closed the distance between the two and grabbed Leeteuk by the collar of his shirt, forcing the smaller man to rise onto his knees.
“We’ll see who the girl in the relationship is,” he growled. Leeteuk’s breath hitched slightly, never having seen this side before.
“Wouldn’t that be you?” he asked in a sly confident tone, contradicting his shaking inner self.
“No,” Hangeng answered shortly before smashing their lips together. A low moan instantly escaped from Leeteuk who eagerly leaned up to return the kiss.
“You are such a slut,” Hangeng panted when they broke away.
The leader raised a delicate brow, his cheeks flushed a light red from the passion before. “Who taught you those words?” The dancer reached up and snatched the askewed glasses from Leeteuk’s nose and toss them over his shoulder.
“Heechul,” he answered, roughly shoving the smaller man down onto the bed.
A coy smile spread over the angel’s lips as he yanked Hangeng down on top of him, already feeling the beginning of the Chinaman’s erection through the thin fabrics that separated them. “Then I should thank him. For everything.”
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So this is what happens when I kinda want to write smut but I kinda don't at the same time. lol When i saw the prompt, I was thinking about how Leeteuk always seems to be the one who dresses up like a girl so I thought I should give Hannie a chance. And then that led me to realize that other than the exception of Hangeng, Yesung, Siwon, and Kibum, the rest of the members crossdressed or at least been portrayed in a female like manner. And then there's Henry and Zhou MI. What I wouldn't give to see the Chinese trio crossdress. *sigh*
Fic: 5/100
A/N: beta-ed by trixteratheart
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This was all Heechuls’ fault. Well, alright, so it was also partially his fault too, because he really should have known better than to be around when the elder got that certain glimmer in his eyes, but that wasn’t the point. No. The point was that Heechul had gotten bored and the first person he had seen was the one he picked on, Hangeng. And that was how said man ended up in a skirt, heels, and with a lot of makeup on his face, waiting for Heechul to finish styling the wig that was on his head.
“You know I hate you, right?” the Chinese man said for the umpteenth time as he glared at his reflection. He was sitting in front of Heechul’s vanity set, which was cluttered with lipstick, eye shadow, foundation, blush, eyeliner, mascara, and an assortment of sparkly rainbow hairclips. And though he was curious, Hangeng knew better than to ask why he had all these feminine products.
“YAH!” Heechul exclaimed, whacking him once on the head with the back of the hairbrush he was holding. The dancer winced in response, his comfort level dropping steadily below zero every second he spent with the “princely” man. “Be respectful! I’m older than you! And don’t talk! Your voice ruins the image!”
“Right…” Hangeng muttered, strengthening his glare. Heechul only hummed and continued his activities, pulling here, tucking there, and spraying a ridiculous amount of hairspray.
“Done!” he finally announced after a few more minutes, stepping away from his “masterpiece.” “You look simply gorgeous!”
The Chinaman had no words as he stared at his reflection. Layers of make-up hid away any features that distinguished him as male and since he had soft features to begin with, it only accented his feminine side. Soft brown eyes were framed with long fake lashes and widened with eyeliner and eye shadow, until they seemed so soulful that they could even rival Donghae’s puppy dog pouts. High cheekbones become more defined and average lips were made pouty as they shimmered with a layer of pink lip gloss. A wig of long black hair was half pulled back, straight bangs brushing against his forehead and wavy locks falling over his shoulder.
As for his clothing, he was in loose fitting off-white long sleeve tunic that gave the illusion of curves which didn’t truly exist, and a short gray skirt that showed way too much leg in Hangeng’s opinion. Luckily, he had not been required to shave and had instead been stuffed into black tights, which although he was grateful for, couldn’t honestly say was much better. On his feet, were simple black heels which the dancer knew he was going to have trouble walking in. Once again, he wondered how Heechul came to acquire these items, but refrained from asking.
“Now get out!” Heechul suddenly said, grabbing Hangeng’s arm and yanking him up. “I need to make myself fabulous!” The younger stumbled, trying to keep balance, but somehow managed to exit the room and Heechul promptly slammed the door shut behind.
Awkwardly, the foreigner stood in the hall of the dorm hoping that none of the members were in while muttering under his breath. Every Chinese swear word he knew flowed out of his mouth in an undertone along with a number of Korean ones Heechul had taught him, and even a few English ones that Henry had a habit of accidentally slipping out when he was frustrated. If he wasn’t so sure that Heechul would find a way to torture him from the grave, he would have strangled the feminine man by now.
“Crazy. I’m going crazy,” Hangeng muttered, wondering why he didn’t just make a run for it. Oh, right. Because Heechul would castrate him. “Aish!” Frustrated, the Chinaman stamped his feet and crossed his arms, his bottom lip unconsciously jutting out into a pout. It looked as though his clothing was getting to him, because he never acted like that.
“Seriously I’m going crazy,” he moaned, feeling the beginnings of a headache starting to appear. “Why me?”
Then, as if right on cue, Leeteuk appeared, wandering (sprinting), into the hall Hangeng was complaining in and literally barreling into manager’s room which was located next to Heechul’s. Instinctively, Hangeng flattened himself against the wall, hoping the leader didn’t notice his presence, but that foolishly optimistic thought quickly flew from his head as Leeteuk slowly backtracked out of the room, a slender brow raised as he let his eyes travel down Hangeng’s femininely clothed body.
“Aha…haha…ha,” the dancer laughed nervously, blushing slightly from the intensity of Leeteuk’s gaze. If he didn’t know better, he’d think that Leeteuk had mistaken him for a girl and was now checking him out. “I can ex-”
“Who are you?” For a moment, Hangeng forgot how to breathe as he openly gapped at the leader. He was just kidding, right? He had to be. There was no way Heechul was good enough to completely erase his identity or the fact that he was male. But then again, this was Heechul…and Heechul did wield unspeakable, even God-defying powers. And really if he thought about it, it was a good thing Leeteuk didn’t recognize him since it would save him from the embarrassing teasing that would undoubtedly follow for months later. So mind made up, Hangeng closed his mouth and put on the shyest expression he could muster.
“I’m Han…Young,” the cross-dressed man squeaked, pitching his voice a few octaves higher than normal.
“Really?” Leeteuk smirked, shifting so that he was leaning against the doorframe, arm positioned above his head. He didn’t seem all that bothered that the girl he was flirting with was taller than him. Of course, Leeteuk, being the player he was, never did seem to mind. “How old are you?”
“Ah…um…shouldn’t you be asking why I’m in the dorms?” Hangeng blurted out rather than answering the question. The less personal it was, the less likely Leeteuk would figure out who he actually was or so the theory goes.
“Alright,” Leeteuk said with a small nod, a seductive expression on his delicate features. He drew just a bit closer to the Chinaman. “Why are you in the dorms? We don’t usually allow girls to visit.”
Hangeng swallowed hard and inched away. His heart was beating a bit too fast for his liking and somewhere in the back of his mind, a tiny voice was reminding him that he shouldn’t be enjoying the type of attention Leeteuk was paying him. But the dark gaze the leader was giving him was making it hard and besides, no one actually listens to the little voice anyway.
“I’m visiting…Heechul…oppa,” Hangeng answered faintly, remembering just in time to add the proper honorifics.
“I see. And are you dating him?” Leeteuk asked, reaching out his left hand to finger one of Hangeng’s fake black locks. He twirled it around his index finger and then brought it to his lips, laying a gentle kiss on the faux hair all the while never breaking eye contact.
“Hn?!” was all the Chinaman could force out in a panicky tone as he, mortified, watched the leader’s actions.
“I asked if you were dating him,” the smaller man repeated slyly, releasing the hair and placing his hands against the wall on either side of the cross-dressing Chinese. Somehow, Hangeng had failed to notice when Leeteuk moved and now his back was pressed entirely against the wall, the space between the two men hardly wide enough to slip a piece of paper through.
“Of-of c-c-course not,” the dancer stammered, his voice unintentionally high as his wide brown eyes darted from side to side, trying to find an escape route. “I’m not-I wouldn’t-I-”
“Good,” Leeteuk cut in, tilting his head up. He breathed softly onto Hangeng’s lips and the foreigner just barely suppressed the shudder that ran through him. If they moved any closer, they would be kissing. “Because someone like you,” the leader’s eyes were smoldering as they caught Hangeng’s, “can do so much better.”
“Nn?” The words barely registered in Hangeng’s mind because in the moment after, Leeteuk licked his lips, the pink muscle teasingly wetting the plump and silky flesh, succeeding in distracting the Chinaman. Unable to look away, Hangeng breathed in shakily and clenched his fists. All it would take was one little movement…this was so wrong on so many different levels.
“And I’ve been meaning to ask you,” the leader continued as if he didn’t notice the reaction he had invoked, “where are you from? That accent of your is quite…sensual.” He drew out the last word and angled his head so he could ghost over the dancer’s jawline.
“A-accent?” Hangeng whimpered, unable to keep the tremor out of his voice. His hands unconsciously reached up, fingers grabbing the front of the leader’s shirt.
“Yes, accent,” Leeteuk replied, a small smirk on his face though the Chinese man couldn’t see. “Actually, it seems quite familiar, Hanyoung. Something oriental.” He brushed his lips against the shell of Hangeng’s ear, causing a stutter in his breathing. “Maybe…Chinese?”
Hangeng just barely suppressed a surprised squeak. “Ch-ch-chinese?” he stammered, panicked. He tried to move away as subtly as possible, but Leeteuk refused to let him leave, pinning the man with his own body.
“Yes, Chinese,” the smaller man breathed, something akin to amusement in his voice. Suddenly he chuckled, the sound deep and resounding in Hangeng’s ear, confusing the dancer. But any other thoughts quickly left his head when Leeteuk nibbled at his ear lobe, producing a low moan from Chinaman. “You know,” Leeteuk said thoughtfully as soon as he released Hangeng’s ear, “I never thought you’d be the girl in Heechul’s relationship. I always figured he would assume that role, Hannie.”
“Ah-nu-huh?” Nothing comprehensible came from the dancer when the words finally registered in his mind. Petrified, Hangeng snapped his head to look at the leader who simply raised a brow in amusement. “You-!”
With a sly wink, Leeteuk pushed away and shrugged. Before the younger man could say anything more, he simply sauntered away, leaving Hangeng gapping like a very attractive fish.
“Shit…” he breathed when he finally had the mind to close his mouth. Just in time, Heechul flung his door opened and made his grand entrance, his sequined top sparkling.
“Am I hot or am I hot?”
Hangeng turned to his friend and blinked, taking in the wild clothing before narrowing his eyes into a glare. “You…” he growled.
Heechul’s eyes widened in surprise but it quickly fade into a miffed frown. “What’s wrong with you?”
“You!” Hangeng answered. Offended, the princess puffed up and was about to yell at the dancer only to have Hangeng step into the room he had just left and slam the door in his face.
In pure, dumbfounded shock Heechul stared at the wooden structure. “YAH!” he shouted when he eventually recovered. “What the FUCK do you think you’re DOING?!”
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Humming softly to himself, Leeteuk flipped the page and adjusted the black frames that were perched on his nose. Since Donghae had decided to spend the night in Eunhyuk’s room, he was currently settled quite comfortably in the self proclaimed fish’s navy blue sheets.
Their new song was currently stuck in his head and the leader bobbed his head slightly whilst his eyes skimmed rows and rows of lettering, his imagination conjuring up the images of what was printed on the page. He had just gotten to the best part, where the self-sacrificing prince was about to drink the poison meant for the princess, when his door was slammed open.
Startled, Leeteuk jumped, throwing his book into the air. “Omona!” he gasped looking up. The book fell to the floor with a soft thud and he sighed in relief. “It’s just you, Hankyung.”
“Yes it is,” the dancer said roughly, kicking the door shut and locking it. Eyes widening, Leeteuk brushed his bangs back in a nervous gesture.
“Hankyung, what-what are you…” he trailed off, seeing the carefully controlled mask that did nothing to hide the hungry, animalistic glint in nearly black orbs. “Hannie…?” he asked weakly.
In two strides, the foreigner closed the distance between the two and grabbed Leeteuk by the collar of his shirt, forcing the smaller man to rise onto his knees.
“We’ll see who the girl in the relationship is,” he growled. Leeteuk’s breath hitched slightly, never having seen this side before.
“Wouldn’t that be you?” he asked in a sly confident tone, contradicting his shaking inner self.
“No,” Hangeng answered shortly before smashing their lips together. A low moan instantly escaped from Leeteuk who eagerly leaned up to return the kiss.
“You are such a slut,” Hangeng panted when they broke away.
The leader raised a delicate brow, his cheeks flushed a light red from the passion before. “Who taught you those words?” The dancer reached up and snatched the askewed glasses from Leeteuk’s nose and toss them over his shoulder.
“Heechul,” he answered, roughly shoving the smaller man down onto the bed.
A coy smile spread over the angel’s lips as he yanked Hangeng down on top of him, already feeling the beginning of the Chinaman’s erection through the thin fabrics that separated them. “Then I should thank him. For everything.”
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So this is what happens when I kinda want to write smut but I kinda don't at the same time. lol When i saw the prompt, I was thinking about how Leeteuk always seems to be the one who dresses up like a girl so I thought I should give Hannie a chance. And then that led me to realize that other than the exception of Hangeng, Yesung, Siwon, and Kibum, the rest of the members crossdressed or at least been portrayed in a female like manner. And then there's Henry and Zhou MI. What I wouldn't give to see the Chinese trio crossdress. *sigh*