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new : fanfic : super junior
rating : G
pairing : heechul x shindong
suju 100 fic challenge.
090. clean
It's the first time in a long time that he and Heechul have been in such close quarters, when Shindong stops to think about it. It's the little things that stand out about Heechul's presence, like stumbling over tie-dyed underwear on the floor in the living room, or getting up in the middle of the night for a drink of water and finding Heechul curled up on the couch with his laptop, bleary-eyed and squinting even as he types furiously. Not that the big things aren't noticeable as well--it's hard to ignore the frequency of broken crockery and missing remotes.
Heechul in the shower is something else again; loud, off-key renditions of everything from pop hits to that screamy Japanese stuff he likes so much. And then, of course, there is Heechul out of the shower, clutching his towel around his chest like a girl, wet hair clinging to his neck and huge bottomless eyes fastened on Shindong.
"Oh," Shindong says, a little awkwardly, and sidesteps. Unfortunately, Heechul makes a move in the same direction, and they perform an awkward little feint-and-counterfeint dance in the middle of the hallway.
Shindong laughs, finally reaching to steer Heechul past by the shoulder. "Contrapedation," he says, and rubs the back of his neck.
"What?" Heechul peers back at him, all sharp angles and clean lines, skin damp to the touch.
"That's what it's called." He demonstrates their shuffling from moments before, and grins. "There's a word for everything."
Heechul blinks like a cat, with an air of careful consideration, then tongues his lip and smirks, crookedly. "So there is." Shindong doesn't watch his mouth move, even if it is fascinating and imperfectly wide and softer than anything in his personality. Really.
rating : G
pairing : heechul x shindong
suju 100 fic challenge.
090. clean
It's the first time in a long time that he and Heechul have been in such close quarters, when Shindong stops to think about it. It's the little things that stand out about Heechul's presence, like stumbling over tie-dyed underwear on the floor in the living room, or getting up in the middle of the night for a drink of water and finding Heechul curled up on the couch with his laptop, bleary-eyed and squinting even as he types furiously. Not that the big things aren't noticeable as well--it's hard to ignore the frequency of broken crockery and missing remotes.
Heechul in the shower is something else again; loud, off-key renditions of everything from pop hits to that screamy Japanese stuff he likes so much. And then, of course, there is Heechul out of the shower, clutching his towel around his chest like a girl, wet hair clinging to his neck and huge bottomless eyes fastened on Shindong.
"Oh," Shindong says, a little awkwardly, and sidesteps. Unfortunately, Heechul makes a move in the same direction, and they perform an awkward little feint-and-counterfeint dance in the middle of the hallway.
Shindong laughs, finally reaching to steer Heechul past by the shoulder. "Contrapedation," he says, and rubs the back of his neck.
"What?" Heechul peers back at him, all sharp angles and clean lines, skin damp to the touch.
"That's what it's called." He demonstrates their shuffling from moments before, and grins. "There's a word for everything."
Heechul blinks like a cat, with an air of careful consideration, then tongues his lip and smirks, crookedly. "So there is." Shindong doesn't watch his mouth move, even if it is fascinating and imperfectly wide and softer than anything in his personality. Really.