cinderella
cinderella
paralyzing_time
angst; pg; hanchul
1038 words
the five times hankyung kissed heechul and the one time heechul didn't want it.
warning: insinuation of sexual activity
notes: moving shit.
hankyung's first kiss tastes like rolling plains to heechul; it tastes like freedom and serenity all in one, with wind sweeping him off his feet and clouds rushing over his head.
heechul pulls away and watches as a blush slowly appears on hankyung's face, and he smiles before poking hankyung's cheek.
"don't be embarrassed, hankyung," heechul teases, "i'm a pretty good kisser, after all."
it doesn't matter whether or not hankyung loves him right now. once heechul wants something, he hardly ever lets go and will manage to get it, one way or another.
nobody else has ever made heechul feel like this, cliche as it is. nobody else has ever made heechul feel like the glass slipper was meant to fit him, and he decides that he likes feeling like this.
hankyung's second kiss tastes like a fluttering butterfly to heechul; it tastes like shyness and beauty blended together, with timid force and fumbled, awkward touches that make heechul wonder if siwon was right - if there really is a heaven. even if their first time is sloppy and rushed, they try again, and it's perfect. it's perfect like heechul has never experienced euphoria before, with love and hankyung and life being so right.
the second kiss begins the frenzy of finding time to look for time and privacy to make love and the frenzy of public displays of affection in concerts and appearances. with super junior-m constantly going back and forth between china and korea and heechul having to film his drama, it's hard to even talk on the phone. heechul is still as loud and boisterous as ever, but noticeably quieter without the chinese male by his side.
the glass slipper has never felt so tight, but it's for hankyung, so it's okay. heechul will let himself suffer a little discomfort to continue the sparks of magic.
hankyung's third kiss tastes like the sun on a rainy day to heechul; it tastes like shining hopes and raw determination all in one, and it's bound to break through soon.
super junior-m has boundless potential and lots of exposure, making things even more complicated for the two of them. heechul is angry, wants to yell and slap hankyung and tell him that he should be first, but he steps aside because he sees the promise and the wishes in hankyung's eyes. he's selfish, but he's not selfish enough to swipe somebody else's desires with his fingertips, especially not hankyung's.
"we're finally getting somewhere, heechul-hyung," hankyung rambles to him. his voice is the perfect sound of blue birds and the coming of spring. heechul can't decide whether or not he likes spring anymore.
the glass slipper has heechul tearing himself up to fit it, in hopes that someday there will be a prince charming that will sweep him off his feet and that there will be a happily ever after. heechul doesn't know whether the bleeding is worth the waiting.
hankyung's fourth kiss tastes like fire to heechul; it tastes like heat and seduction, with danger and desperation lingering close by, hoping to snatch him up and never give him back.
heechul doesn't normally play to get burned. he plays to win, and he's playing to win whatever is left of their crumbling relationship, the one heechul refuses to fathom. the less frequent contact, the lack of intimacy, and the absence of comforting warmth forces heechul to come to terms with himself. he knows he's got himself tangled into a web and wonders what happened. how did it happen? heechul has always been so careful with who he gets attached to.
wo xiang nian ni, hankyung whispers against his lips and although heechul has learned these words before, he can't bring himself to believe he understands it.
heechul feels the glass slipper beginning to crack, even if he's tried everything he could to make it fit. heechul cannot find beauty in the splits that are lined with red.
hankyung's fifth kiss tastes like lily water to heechul; it tastes like the bitterness of lost dreams and the lightness of alcohol, with an addiction that just lost its pull.
heechul finally realizes that they lost the magic, but makes believe that they are still something beautiful. he feels hankyung's hand run itself over his newly appearing ribs and his body shivers in return. he suddenly doesn't feel as good as he did when he first lost the weight. the difference in hankyung's touch is apparent; more of disgust with a little bit of alcohol influence than admiration like before. heechul doesn't find pleasure in these forced brushes against skin, but he takes it because he knows it's the only thing they would both come down to.
his glass slipper cracks even more, down the heel, and heechul wonders if he's always been this see through and this messed up.
hankyung's last kiss tastes like crushed diamonds to heechul; it tastes like regret and words left unspoken, like the saltiness of the transparent film that plays in hankyung's eyes.
normally heechul would say it tastes like glass, but hankyung is too beautiful for such cheap material. hankyung is all sorts of broken; he tastes of splintered rubies and sapphires, red and blue for every artery and vein that starts hemorrhaging inside of heechul, and shattered mirrors that heechul sees himself in every fragment of. hankyung is transparent enough to read but blurry enough not to understand, which crosses the line with heechul because he always thought he knew everything there was to know about hankyung.
heechul refuses to be mature about the situation, refuses to see it from hankyung's point of view. he screams and slaps the other male.
"fuck you," heechul hisses to hankyung before walking to his room and locking the door.
hankyung has always been a calm and collected person while heechul gets mad over everything to hide the pain his heart beats. he's mad because he saw this coming, but he wouldn't bring himself to believe it. he didn't want hankyung to kiss him because the taste will never leave his mouth now. the lingering taste of a destroyed hankyung makes heechul sick.
his glass slipper breaks into pieces, and heechul finally knows that the magic is gone.
paralyzing_time
angst; pg; hanchul
1038 words
the five times hankyung kissed heechul and the one time heechul didn't want it.
warning: insinuation of sexual activity
notes: moving shit.
hankyung's first kiss tastes like rolling plains to heechul; it tastes like freedom and serenity all in one, with wind sweeping him off his feet and clouds rushing over his head.
heechul pulls away and watches as a blush slowly appears on hankyung's face, and he smiles before poking hankyung's cheek.
"don't be embarrassed, hankyung," heechul teases, "i'm a pretty good kisser, after all."
it doesn't matter whether or not hankyung loves him right now. once heechul wants something, he hardly ever lets go and will manage to get it, one way or another.
nobody else has ever made heechul feel like this, cliche as it is. nobody else has ever made heechul feel like the glass slipper was meant to fit him, and he decides that he likes feeling like this.
hankyung's second kiss tastes like a fluttering butterfly to heechul; it tastes like shyness and beauty blended together, with timid force and fumbled, awkward touches that make heechul wonder if siwon was right - if there really is a heaven. even if their first time is sloppy and rushed, they try again, and it's perfect. it's perfect like heechul has never experienced euphoria before, with love and hankyung and life being so right.
the second kiss begins the frenzy of finding time to look for time and privacy to make love and the frenzy of public displays of affection in concerts and appearances. with super junior-m constantly going back and forth between china and korea and heechul having to film his drama, it's hard to even talk on the phone. heechul is still as loud and boisterous as ever, but noticeably quieter without the chinese male by his side.
the glass slipper has never felt so tight, but it's for hankyung, so it's okay. heechul will let himself suffer a little discomfort to continue the sparks of magic.
hankyung's third kiss tastes like the sun on a rainy day to heechul; it tastes like shining hopes and raw determination all in one, and it's bound to break through soon.
super junior-m has boundless potential and lots of exposure, making things even more complicated for the two of them. heechul is angry, wants to yell and slap hankyung and tell him that he should be first, but he steps aside because he sees the promise and the wishes in hankyung's eyes. he's selfish, but he's not selfish enough to swipe somebody else's desires with his fingertips, especially not hankyung's.
"we're finally getting somewhere, heechul-hyung," hankyung rambles to him. his voice is the perfect sound of blue birds and the coming of spring. heechul can't decide whether or not he likes spring anymore.
the glass slipper has heechul tearing himself up to fit it, in hopes that someday there will be a prince charming that will sweep him off his feet and that there will be a happily ever after. heechul doesn't know whether the bleeding is worth the waiting.
hankyung's fourth kiss tastes like fire to heechul; it tastes like heat and seduction, with danger and desperation lingering close by, hoping to snatch him up and never give him back.
heechul doesn't normally play to get burned. he plays to win, and he's playing to win whatever is left of their crumbling relationship, the one heechul refuses to fathom. the less frequent contact, the lack of intimacy, and the absence of comforting warmth forces heechul to come to terms with himself. he knows he's got himself tangled into a web and wonders what happened. how did it happen? heechul has always been so careful with who he gets attached to.
wo xiang nian ni, hankyung whispers against his lips and although heechul has learned these words before, he can't bring himself to believe he understands it.
heechul feels the glass slipper beginning to crack, even if he's tried everything he could to make it fit. heechul cannot find beauty in the splits that are lined with red.
hankyung's fifth kiss tastes like lily water to heechul; it tastes like the bitterness of lost dreams and the lightness of alcohol, with an addiction that just lost its pull.
heechul finally realizes that they lost the magic, but makes believe that they are still something beautiful. he feels hankyung's hand run itself over his newly appearing ribs and his body shivers in return. he suddenly doesn't feel as good as he did when he first lost the weight. the difference in hankyung's touch is apparent; more of disgust with a little bit of alcohol influence than admiration like before. heechul doesn't find pleasure in these forced brushes against skin, but he takes it because he knows it's the only thing they would both come down to.
his glass slipper cracks even more, down the heel, and heechul wonders if he's always been this see through and this messed up.
hankyung's last kiss tastes like crushed diamonds to heechul; it tastes like regret and words left unspoken, like the saltiness of the transparent film that plays in hankyung's eyes.
normally heechul would say it tastes like glass, but hankyung is too beautiful for such cheap material. hankyung is all sorts of broken; he tastes of splintered rubies and sapphires, red and blue for every artery and vein that starts hemorrhaging inside of heechul, and shattered mirrors that heechul sees himself in every fragment of. hankyung is transparent enough to read but blurry enough not to understand, which crosses the line with heechul because he always thought he knew everything there was to know about hankyung.
heechul refuses to be mature about the situation, refuses to see it from hankyung's point of view. he screams and slaps the other male.
"fuck you," heechul hisses to hankyung before walking to his room and locking the door.
hankyung has always been a calm and collected person while heechul gets mad over everything to hide the pain his heart beats. he's mad because he saw this coming, but he wouldn't bring himself to believe it. he didn't want hankyung to kiss him because the taste will never leave his mouth now. the lingering taste of a destroyed hankyung makes heechul sick.
his glass slipper breaks into pieces, and heechul finally knows that the magic is gone.