[Oneshot] Don't Touch My Hair!!
Don't Touch My Hair!! | HanChul | Crack, fluff, romance | PG-15
Because Heechul is naturally annoying, so the members doesn't bother.
*
One day, in the Super Junior dorm, everyone was witnessing a part of some flashback from their old days.
Well, not really. It was just Heechul came into the living room where all the boys were eating crackers and watching some reality show all of a sudden, wearing the stuffs that he used to wear in their ‘U’ time.
His long, fragrance, smooth (but hilariously fake!) hair was waving, following his stupid dancing and jumping around the space.
“Is it Heebum’s birthday today?” Eunhyuk asked Siwon, and the latter shrugged his shoulders, and shoved out his lower lips. Well, they didn’t see any part of the excessively-fed cat of Heechul in the living room.
“Ah~! Maybe he saw another gray strand on his head again while checking in the mirror!” and Yesung received a swarm of ‘shhhh!!’ from the other members, as a sign that he was stepping on the mine.
But he was safe, because all Heechul cared at that time was his fake hair, his obviously-wanna-be-young-again outfit, and thinking about doing something, which the members couldn’t figure it out.
“Yah~! Heechul-ah! You know, you aren’t looking any younger by that outfit. Take the stupid wig off your head!!” Kangin, who was patiently observing Heechul’s weird behaviour suddenly blurted out his thought, shouting from behind Leeteuk’s back. And the older just couldn’t hold his seriously strange way of laughing, thinking that Heechul is so powerful that even the strong Kangin was scared to think about the consequences of commenting at him.
“No, it’s not that bad! Seeing you in that, I suddenly realised how ages are just numbers to some people, not affecting them so much as the others...” and Heechul was about to thank Kyuhyun for that compliment and understanding comment, when the magnae suddenly added some spice to his words,
“...and didn’t even help their brains to grow along with their body. You are one hell of a good example.” And his deadly sharp sarcastic statement ended as Sungmin cupped his mouth with his hands, and doubtingly smiled at Heechul’s going-to-explode face.
“Aish, I just hate that wig!” Leeteuk, who finally succeed in stopping his laughter suddenly stood up, and pointed out his finger at Heechul. Then, he gave his angelic-turned-devilish smile to every single one on the floor, telling them something they understood so well.
“Burn that wig! Get the witch!” and all ten members, younger than Heechul (and that made him pissed off!) were chasing him, trying to get the fake hair that seemed to be so wavy so much, that it kinda made them feel annoyed sometimes.
As he ran, Heechul held up the tied part of the wig high, worried if the other members will grabbed his precious (stupid) wig off his head.
“My wig is innocent!! Why are you guys doing this??”
“Why did you annoyed us in the first place??” Leeteuk asked him back, as he was standing on the couch, laughing like crazy to his same-aged member who were running while taking care of his image.
“Whatz all the fush? Heechul?” Hankyung, who were the missing member from their dorm, returned with some kimbab in his hand, when Heechul suddenly slumped his body into Hankyung’s broad chest.
“Congratulation on the CF’s agreement. You could’ve told me sooner.” And everyone suddenly figured out the reason he had been weird all night long.
“Thank you. You guys missed your dinner?” he asked, as Heechul was clinging on his shoulder, and Eunhyuk, together with Donghae at his feet, still in the same action as they were posing when they tried to catch the falling kimbabs from Hankyung’s hand.
“Yeah, we forgot that our chef was having a meeting. Bet you ate already.” Hankyung was smiling and nodding, and he still didn’t let Heechul go, who was inhaling the fragrance on his neck, seducingly.
He was tired, but seeing the smexingly hot Heechul, with the outfit that he used to love when Heechul wore it so much, his energy revived. But as he was trying to kiss Heechul, the latter shoved him away, holding his stupid wig high, and let out his hoarsed voice to all the chasers before.
“This wavy hair of mine, is only for Hankyung to pull, and Hankyung's only!!!! Got it???!!” and as the other members faintly answered the announcement that was simply stupid, Hankyung was smiling to his ears.
“So, Hankyung, pull my hair, and I’ll let you kiss me in the room.” Hankyung did as he told, and Heechul was following his back, walking backward. “It’s a strange way to show your love, brat, but that’s why I like it.”
And after a few kisses, Hankyung pantly whispered to Heechul, “I really love watching you in this outfit, but I like it the best when you’re without it.” Just when he was about to answer the, technically; a pervert request from Hankyung, Eunhyuk’s plain voice were shouting from the living room.
“Heechul hyung! I’ll eat your part, okay??” he was about to put more kimbab into his mouth, when rushing footsteps were heard, and Heechul was standing at the slightly opened door, half naked.
“Eat it, and have a great sex with Donghae tonight, a really great one, since you won’t see tomorrow’s sunrise.”
And Hankyung’s hands pulled him back from the door, continuing the love-making scenes.
Eunhyuk face was white, when Donghae cupped his face, licking a rice on his cheek, and silently spoke,
“I would be the happiest man on earth, if you eat Heechul’s part right now.”
And Eunhyuk was in a dilemma.
Because Heechul is naturally annoying, so the members doesn't bother.
*
One day, in the Super Junior dorm, everyone was witnessing a part of some flashback from their old days.
Well, not really. It was just Heechul came into the living room where all the boys were eating crackers and watching some reality show all of a sudden, wearing the stuffs that he used to wear in their ‘U’ time.
His long, fragrance, smooth (but hilariously fake!) hair was waving, following his stupid dancing and jumping around the space.
“Is it Heebum’s birthday today?” Eunhyuk asked Siwon, and the latter shrugged his shoulders, and shoved out his lower lips. Well, they didn’t see any part of the excessively-fed cat of Heechul in the living room.
“Ah~! Maybe he saw another gray strand on his head again while checking in the mirror!” and Yesung received a swarm of ‘shhhh!!’ from the other members, as a sign that he was stepping on the mine.
But he was safe, because all Heechul cared at that time was his fake hair, his obviously-wanna-be-young-again outfit, and thinking about doing something, which the members couldn’t figure it out.
“Yah~! Heechul-ah! You know, you aren’t looking any younger by that outfit. Take the stupid wig off your head!!” Kangin, who was patiently observing Heechul’s weird behaviour suddenly blurted out his thought, shouting from behind Leeteuk’s back. And the older just couldn’t hold his seriously strange way of laughing, thinking that Heechul is so powerful that even the strong Kangin was scared to think about the consequences of commenting at him.
“No, it’s not that bad! Seeing you in that, I suddenly realised how ages are just numbers to some people, not affecting them so much as the others...” and Heechul was about to thank Kyuhyun for that compliment and understanding comment, when the magnae suddenly added some spice to his words,
“...and didn’t even help their brains to grow along with their body. You are one hell of a good example.” And his deadly sharp sarcastic statement ended as Sungmin cupped his mouth with his hands, and doubtingly smiled at Heechul’s going-to-explode face.
“Aish, I just hate that wig!” Leeteuk, who finally succeed in stopping his laughter suddenly stood up, and pointed out his finger at Heechul. Then, he gave his angelic-turned-devilish smile to every single one on the floor, telling them something they understood so well.
“Burn that wig! Get the witch!” and all ten members, younger than Heechul (and that made him pissed off!) were chasing him, trying to get the fake hair that seemed to be so wavy so much, that it kinda made them feel annoyed sometimes.
As he ran, Heechul held up the tied part of the wig high, worried if the other members will grabbed his precious (stupid) wig off his head.
“My wig is innocent!! Why are you guys doing this??”
“Why did you annoyed us in the first place??” Leeteuk asked him back, as he was standing on the couch, laughing like crazy to his same-aged member who were running while taking care of his image.
“Whatz all the fush? Heechul?” Hankyung, who were the missing member from their dorm, returned with some kimbab in his hand, when Heechul suddenly slumped his body into Hankyung’s broad chest.
“Congratulation on the CF’s agreement. You could’ve told me sooner.” And everyone suddenly figured out the reason he had been weird all night long.
“Thank you. You guys missed your dinner?” he asked, as Heechul was clinging on his shoulder, and Eunhyuk, together with Donghae at his feet, still in the same action as they were posing when they tried to catch the falling kimbabs from Hankyung’s hand.
“Yeah, we forgot that our chef was having a meeting. Bet you ate already.” Hankyung was smiling and nodding, and he still didn’t let Heechul go, who was inhaling the fragrance on his neck, seducingly.
He was tired, but seeing the smexingly hot Heechul, with the outfit that he used to love when Heechul wore it so much, his energy revived. But as he was trying to kiss Heechul, the latter shoved him away, holding his stupid wig high, and let out his hoarsed voice to all the chasers before.
“This wavy hair of mine, is only for Hankyung to pull, and Hankyung's only!!!! Got it???!!” and as the other members faintly answered the announcement that was simply stupid, Hankyung was smiling to his ears.
“So, Hankyung, pull my hair, and I’ll let you kiss me in the room.” Hankyung did as he told, and Heechul was following his back, walking backward. “It’s a strange way to show your love, brat, but that’s why I like it.”
And after a few kisses, Hankyung pantly whispered to Heechul, “I really love watching you in this outfit, but I like it the best when you’re without it.” Just when he was about to answer the, technically; a pervert request from Hankyung, Eunhyuk’s plain voice were shouting from the living room.
“Heechul hyung! I’ll eat your part, okay??” he was about to put more kimbab into his mouth, when rushing footsteps were heard, and Heechul was standing at the slightly opened door, half naked.
“Eat it, and have a great sex with Donghae tonight, a really great one, since you won’t see tomorrow’s sunrise.”
And Hankyung’s hands pulled him back from the door, continuing the love-making scenes.
Eunhyuk face was white, when Donghae cupped his face, licking a rice on his cheek, and silently spoke,
“I would be the happiest man on earth, if you eat Heechul’s part right now.”
And Eunhyuk was in a dilemma.