Super Junior; Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul; Seeing Things
Title: Seeing Things
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Uselessboyfriend!Siwon/unbothered!Hankyung/paranoid!Heechul
Word count: 1,217
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hankyung deals with yet another stupid morning, courtesy of Heechul.
A/N: I swear, this is the last time I will make a joke about PMS and Siwon's God who am I kidding?. Also, this was inspired by that YSMM interview with Heechul and Hankyung, where Heechul claims to have wrinkles, but decides he "really doesn't" after looking at his reflection and preening. I think I'm a little in love with that man.
Eeteuk yelped as an earth-shattering scream echoed around the kitchen and caused him to jump and bang his head off the top of the cupboard he had been looking in. It sounded painful, and Hankyung was very glad that it was Eeteuk that did it, and not himself. Eeteuk was more glad that Hankyung was the only one around to see it, because he's not that likely to tell Kangin that he almost brained himself with a cupboard. "What was that?" He asked, straightening up and rubbing his head.
"I think it was Heechul," said Hankyung.
Eeteuk looked up at the ceiling with a frown. "Siwon isn't up there, is he?"
"I don't think so," said Hankyung, because Siwon hadn't been there half an hour before when Hankyung had left the room.
"Maybe you should go check on him," said Eeteuk hopefully, and gave Hankyung his best puppy dog eyes. Hankyung looked at him as if he was mad. There is one thing he will never do, and that is deal with Heechul this early in the morning, especially a screaming Heechul. Eeteuk smiled at him brightly, clearly decided to take the look as an of course, how could you, our fearless leader, deal with such a thing?, and then bounced out of the room calling his many thanks.
Hankyung sighed and made his way to the room slowly, taking deep breaths all the way. It was more likely that Heechul would hurt someone else than actually himself. He's probably screaming because he'd found one of his hairs on the pillow and he's going bald or something stupid like that, and it is entirely too early to be dealing with things like this.
"Yah!" He said as he pushed open the door. "What are you screaming about?"
Heechul was on the bed, looking at himself in a handheld mirror (oh look, thought Hankyung, it is something stupid.) "Hankyung," said Heechul, in a desolate tone that was fit for only a funeral, and lowered the mirror. "I've got a wrinkle."
Hankyung looked at him, looked around for a hidden camera (because Heechul likes to do things like this), and then looked back at Heechul. He was honestly speechless, because that was a stupid thought even for Heechul. "What?" He asked after a couple of minutes of opening and closing his mouth while searching for the right words and remembering that Heechul can't understand Chinese. What, he felt, summed up the situation quite well.
"Are you deaf?" Heechul snapped - clearly that hadn't quite been the reactions he'd been waiting or aiming for. "Look, right here," and he pointed to his right eye.
Hankyung looked closely - so close that he was actually on the bed. There was nothing there. He hadn't expected anything to be there. The skin was perfectly smooth, as usual, and Heechul was overreacting, as usual.
"Um." He said. "There's nothing there?"
"You're blind as well," Heechul huffed, gave up Hankyung as a lost cause, and went back to looking at himself in the mirror.
Well, thought Hankyung, that was easy, and he flopped down onto the bed, picked up the nearest magazine and started to flip through it. He had managed to get to the heart of the matter without getting involved and spending too much energy. If the whole day was going to be like this, he could possibly have been able to believe in Siwon's god. But only possibly.
After a couple of minutes of Heechul's angry breathing, and the rustling of paper as Hankyung pretended that Heechul wasn't breathing angrily, the door creaked open and Siwon's head appeared around it. "Eeteuk said you were screaming," he said worridely, and came fully into the room.
"Heechul thinks he's got a wrinkle," said Hankyung, without even looking up.
"I do," insisted Heechul. "Look." He pointed at his eye again. Siwon stared blankly, blinked slowly at him, turned to Hankyung and blinked slowly at him. PMS mouthed Hankyung at him, and was quite shocked at the understand that dawned on Siwon's face. Siwon really was too naive to be in this band.
"Okay!" Siwon said happily, and pulled a large bar of chocolate from his bad (what the hell, screamed Hankyung's mind, where did that come from?) and held it out to Heechul. "Here you go, hyung," he said, and sounded so pleased with himself that Hankyung would have protected him if he could have been bothered to.
Heechul gave him a Look. "Siwon," he said in a voice that dripped over with venom, "I'm not a girl. Chocolate will not solve my problems." He plucked the bar from Siwon's hands, looked at it carefully, and then handed it back. "You're blind," he said, glaring at Hankyung, who ignored him, "and you're useless," he continued, turning the glare onto a crestfallen Siwon.
"Hey, look," said Hankyung suddenly, completely unbothered by what was going on around him. "We're in this magazine."
"Really?" Siwon asked, clearly happy for the distraction, and leaned over Hankyung's shoulder to see. Heechul stood in the middle of the room, with his arms folded, and looked as though he would castrate them if he wasn't all too aware of the consequences for himself.
"It must be old," commented Hankyung. "You're still got your debut hair."
"Yeah," agreed Siwon. "You look really nice," and it was said the sort of desperation that comes from having a moody girlfriend and knowing that you are Failing.
Heechul gave him a withering look. "That's because I didn't have wrinkles back then," he said scornfully.
"You don't have wrinkles," said Hankyung absentmindedly. Siwon looked at though he was about to cry.
"Yes. I do. You're just completely blind. Go borrow Kibum's glasses."
"No, you don't." Inspiration hit him faster and harder than Heechul's fist. "I don't kiss men with wrinkles." This was a half-truth. After all, Siwon and Heechul didn't have wrinkles currently, but Hankyung couldn't exactly rule out the possibility in the future. He wasn't God or anything, no matter how much Siwon slept with him.
Heechul's eyes narrowed. "Prove it," he said, jutting his jaw out.
Hankyung sighed, placed the magazine face down on the bed to keep his place and then walked slowly over to Heechul and kissed him softly on the corner of his mouth.
"That was pathetic," said Heechul in exasperation. "Prove it properly."
"You think you're such a prince." Hankyung told him. He pushed Heechul onto the bed, crawled on top and straddled him around the waist; kissed him hard, one hand holding Heechul's arms above his head, the other sliding under Heechul's shirt to run up and down the skin there; his tongue doing that flick that makes Heechul moan every single time.
When he pulled away, Heechul was breathless, his eyes closed, and was pushing his head back and jaw up, to give Hankyung better access to his neck. Hankyung brushed his lips over his throat.
"Um," said Siwon. "I don't understand."
"Neither do I," said Hankyung, and reached blindly back to snag Siwon by the sleeve and pull him down onto the bed. "Neither do I."
"I have a few wrinkles."
A hand nips the skin at the top of a thigh, hidden from the view of the cameras.
"There really aren't any."
Said quickly and firmly.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Uselessboyfriend!Siwon/unbothered!Hankyung/paranoid!Heechul
Word count: 1,217
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hankyung deals with yet another stupid morning, courtesy of Heechul.
A/N: I swear, this is the last time I will make a joke about PMS and Siwon's God who am I kidding?. Also, this was inspired by that YSMM interview with Heechul and Hankyung, where Heechul claims to have wrinkles, but decides he "really doesn't" after looking at his reflection and preening. I think I'm a little in love with that man.
Eeteuk yelped as an earth-shattering scream echoed around the kitchen and caused him to jump and bang his head off the top of the cupboard he had been looking in. It sounded painful, and Hankyung was very glad that it was Eeteuk that did it, and not himself. Eeteuk was more glad that Hankyung was the only one around to see it, because he's not that likely to tell Kangin that he almost brained himself with a cupboard. "What was that?" He asked, straightening up and rubbing his head.
"I think it was Heechul," said Hankyung.
Eeteuk looked up at the ceiling with a frown. "Siwon isn't up there, is he?"
"I don't think so," said Hankyung, because Siwon hadn't been there half an hour before when Hankyung had left the room.
"Maybe you should go check on him," said Eeteuk hopefully, and gave Hankyung his best puppy dog eyes. Hankyung looked at him as if he was mad. There is one thing he will never do, and that is deal with Heechul this early in the morning, especially a screaming Heechul. Eeteuk smiled at him brightly, clearly decided to take the look as an of course, how could you, our fearless leader, deal with such a thing?, and then bounced out of the room calling his many thanks.
Hankyung sighed and made his way to the room slowly, taking deep breaths all the way. It was more likely that Heechul would hurt someone else than actually himself. He's probably screaming because he'd found one of his hairs on the pillow and he's going bald or something stupid like that, and it is entirely too early to be dealing with things like this.
"Yah!" He said as he pushed open the door. "What are you screaming about?"
Heechul was on the bed, looking at himself in a handheld mirror (oh look, thought Hankyung, it is something stupid.) "Hankyung," said Heechul, in a desolate tone that was fit for only a funeral, and lowered the mirror. "I've got a wrinkle."
Hankyung looked at him, looked around for a hidden camera (because Heechul likes to do things like this), and then looked back at Heechul. He was honestly speechless, because that was a stupid thought even for Heechul. "What?" He asked after a couple of minutes of opening and closing his mouth while searching for the right words and remembering that Heechul can't understand Chinese. What, he felt, summed up the situation quite well.
"Are you deaf?" Heechul snapped - clearly that hadn't quite been the reactions he'd been waiting or aiming for. "Look, right here," and he pointed to his right eye.
Hankyung looked closely - so close that he was actually on the bed. There was nothing there. He hadn't expected anything to be there. The skin was perfectly smooth, as usual, and Heechul was overreacting, as usual.
"Um." He said. "There's nothing there?"
"You're blind as well," Heechul huffed, gave up Hankyung as a lost cause, and went back to looking at himself in the mirror.
Well, thought Hankyung, that was easy, and he flopped down onto the bed, picked up the nearest magazine and started to flip through it. He had managed to get to the heart of the matter without getting involved and spending too much energy. If the whole day was going to be like this, he could possibly have been able to believe in Siwon's god. But only possibly.
After a couple of minutes of Heechul's angry breathing, and the rustling of paper as Hankyung pretended that Heechul wasn't breathing angrily, the door creaked open and Siwon's head appeared around it. "Eeteuk said you were screaming," he said worridely, and came fully into the room.
"Heechul thinks he's got a wrinkle," said Hankyung, without even looking up.
"I do," insisted Heechul. "Look." He pointed at his eye again. Siwon stared blankly, blinked slowly at him, turned to Hankyung and blinked slowly at him. PMS mouthed Hankyung at him, and was quite shocked at the understand that dawned on Siwon's face. Siwon really was too naive to be in this band.
"Okay!" Siwon said happily, and pulled a large bar of chocolate from his bad (what the hell, screamed Hankyung's mind, where did that come from?) and held it out to Heechul. "Here you go, hyung," he said, and sounded so pleased with himself that Hankyung would have protected him if he could have been bothered to.
Heechul gave him a Look. "Siwon," he said in a voice that dripped over with venom, "I'm not a girl. Chocolate will not solve my problems." He plucked the bar from Siwon's hands, looked at it carefully, and then handed it back. "You're blind," he said, glaring at Hankyung, who ignored him, "and you're useless," he continued, turning the glare onto a crestfallen Siwon.
"Hey, look," said Hankyung suddenly, completely unbothered by what was going on around him. "We're in this magazine."
"Really?" Siwon asked, clearly happy for the distraction, and leaned over Hankyung's shoulder to see. Heechul stood in the middle of the room, with his arms folded, and looked as though he would castrate them if he wasn't all too aware of the consequences for himself.
"It must be old," commented Hankyung. "You're still got your debut hair."
"Yeah," agreed Siwon. "You look really nice," and it was said the sort of desperation that comes from having a moody girlfriend and knowing that you are Failing.
Heechul gave him a withering look. "That's because I didn't have wrinkles back then," he said scornfully.
"You don't have wrinkles," said Hankyung absentmindedly. Siwon looked at though he was about to cry.
"Yes. I do. You're just completely blind. Go borrow Kibum's glasses."
"No, you don't." Inspiration hit him faster and harder than Heechul's fist. "I don't kiss men with wrinkles." This was a half-truth. After all, Siwon and Heechul didn't have wrinkles currently, but Hankyung couldn't exactly rule out the possibility in the future. He wasn't God or anything, no matter how much Siwon slept with him.
Heechul's eyes narrowed. "Prove it," he said, jutting his jaw out.
Hankyung sighed, placed the magazine face down on the bed to keep his place and then walked slowly over to Heechul and kissed him softly on the corner of his mouth.
"That was pathetic," said Heechul in exasperation. "Prove it properly."
"You think you're such a prince." Hankyung told him. He pushed Heechul onto the bed, crawled on top and straddled him around the waist; kissed him hard, one hand holding Heechul's arms above his head, the other sliding under Heechul's shirt to run up and down the skin there; his tongue doing that flick that makes Heechul moan every single time.
When he pulled away, Heechul was breathless, his eyes closed, and was pushing his head back and jaw up, to give Hankyung better access to his neck. Hankyung brushed his lips over his throat.
"Um," said Siwon. "I don't understand."
"Neither do I," said Hankyung, and reached blindly back to snag Siwon by the sleeve and pull him down onto the bed. "Neither do I."
"I have a few wrinkles."
A hand nips the skin at the top of a thigh, hidden from the view of the cameras.
"There really aren't any."
Said quickly and firmly.