Super Junior AU; Hanchul; The Problems with Roommates and Boyfriends
Title: The Problems with Roommates and Boyfriends.
Fandom: Super Junior AU (High School)
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 4,150
Rating: R
Summary: Later on, Hankyung would curse himself for allowing the two to ever meet.
A/N: This was supposed to be completely different, and I mean, completely different, but as I wrote it, it changed and now the way it was supposed to go is part of a drabble. *sighs*
Posted by broken_home_
Hankyung had been living in his flat for six months, and in all that time, Heechul had never once been over, and neither was quite sure why this was. They thought that it might have been because Heechul was rooming with Donghae and Siwon, and it was easier to just go over there, but the fact was that Hankyung’s roommate knew about the two of them anyway, so that wasn’t even an excuse.
“Maybe I should come over,” said Heechul, four months in.
“Maybe you should,” agreed Hankyung, and it had never happened.
“I’m beginning to think that you don’t have a boyfriend at all,” said Joomyuk, Hankyung’s roommate. “I think you’ve just made him up, because you couldn’t admit that you’re horribly single like I am.”
“I have got a boyfriend,” protested Hankyung. “Where do you think I go at weekends and stuff? Where do you think I’m staying over at?”
“I don’t know,” shrugged Joomyuk, as he made another cup of coffee. “Maybe you’re going to love hotels with prostitutes.”
Hankyung blanched, and looked at him, disgusted. “What kind of person do you think I am?” he asked, but he accepted the coffee anyway.
“I don’t know,” said Joomyuk, grinning. “It takes all sorts, I suppose.”
“I’ll prove it, if you want,” said Hankyung, disgruntled. “I’ll bring him over.”
“You can do that,” said Joomyuk. “I’ll even go out that night so you can have the flat to yourselves.”
“I thought you wanted to meet him,” said Hankyung, thinking that sometimes his roommate made no sense.
“I want to meet him,” said Joomyuk. “I don’t want to get in the way, and I especially don’t want to be here if you’re going to have sex or something.”
“We wouldn’t, you know,” said Hankyung, who couldn’t quite believe he was having this conversation. “If you were here, we probably wouldn’t, not if it would make you feel awkward.”
“Don’t put yourself out for me,” said Joomyuk with a grin. “I’ll go out and find a nice girl and go back to her place for the night.”
“Reasons like that that explain why you’re still single,” said Hankyung. “Girls don’t like man whores.”
“That was a low blow,” said Joomyuk, with an element of mock hurt in his voice.
“Your roommate wants to meet me?” Heechul glanced at him with some surprise, looking up from his text book as he lay on his bed. “Why does he want to do that?”
“He doesn’t believe you’re real,” said Hankyung casually, leaning back on his chair in Heechul’s kitchen area to call back.
“How can anyone believe that Heechul’s not real?” Donghae asked, a confused expression on his face as turned the volume down on the television to join in the conversation.
“He’s never actually met Heechul,” explained Hankyung. “He thinks I’m making you up, just so I don’t have to admit that I’m actually single.”
“Oh,” said Heechul, and thought about it. “Is he cute?”
“I don’t know,” said Hankyung with an exasperated sigh. “I wouldn’t even be gay if it wasn’t for you.”
“You’re useless,” said Heechul, but he agreed to it anyway amiably, and seemed quite excited when he heard that Joomyuk would be going out so they could have the flat to themselves, and Hankyung rather thought that that had been what had sealed the deal.
Joomyuk seemed rather too excited about it too, as he sat on the sofa doing his hair for his night out, and watched Hankyung tidy up around him. “I’ve heard so much about him,” he said with a grin. “It feels weird to actually meet him.”
“It could be a shock for you,” said Hankyung. “I don’t know what he’ll be wearing.”
“Please,” said Joomyuk airily. “Even if he is dressed as a girl, it’s not that hard to tell. It’s always obvious when a boy dresses as a girl, if you ask me.”
“You say that,” said Hankyung, warningly, “but I didn’t know for two whole months.”
“You’re stupid enough to do dance at university,” said Joomyuk. “I’d believe that you were stupid enough to do that.”
“It’s not that,” said Hankyung, who was getting rather sick of being told he was stupid for that. “He just really looks like a girl.”
“Whatever,” said Joomyuk, and waved the warning off.
Half an hour later, when the bell rang and Hankyung went off to answer it, he wished that Joomyuk had taken his warning, because he couldn’t really be held responsible for his roommate having a heart attack or something like that. It was bad enough that Heechul was fifteen minutes late, and that meant that Joomyuk was late going out, which meant that Hankyung had had to put up with him teasing for longer.
“Hey,” said Heechul over the intercom when Hankyung answered. “Siwon suddenly got a phone call from Xiao Li asking him out tonight, and he wouldn’t let me go until I’d done his hair for him.”
“That’s fine,” said Hankyung, because that was as close to an apology as he was going to get. “Here,” and he pressed the buzzer and let him in.
In the end, Heechul had worn a skirt, a short black pleated one with the pink Converse that Kibum had bought around a year and a half ago, and Hankyung hadn’t expected anything else. Heechul’s hairdressing course meant that he couldn’t wear skirts at college, so he tended to wear them everywhere else, just to make up for it. Hankyung wasn’t exactly complaining, because he still thought Heechul had legs that looked entirely too good in a skirt for a boy.
Hankyung took his coat off him and put it in the little cupboard at the side, which was piled full of things that they didn’t need but couldn’t be bothered to throw out anyway. “Is your roommate still here?” Heechul asked, looking incredibly impatient. “I want to meet him.”
“He’s waited especially for you,” said Hankyung, leading him to the main room. “I’m going to get jealous in a minute.”
“I wish you would get jealous,” said Heechul with a smirk, and stepped into the main room after Hankyung.
Joomyuk stood up when they came in, smiling, but his smile faded as he looked at Heechul. Hankyung rather thought that since they’d left high school, Heechul’s hair had become progressively more girly, until it was like what it was now - red, with a small fringe, and curled into ringlets that fell about his face. Hankyung knew that it took half an hour each day to get it perfect, because he’d watched Heechul do it, and at the end, the effect was rather nice. He got a lot of double takes, which seemed to please him.
“Oh,” said Joomyuk, and looked Heechul up and down. “I thought it was - Hankyung?” He looked at him desperately, totally confused.
“This is Heechul,” said Hankyung, a wide grin on his face. “Heechul, Shim Joomyuk.”
“I like it when people have that reaction,” said Heechul, a hand on his hip, as Joomyuk stared at him. “It means I’m doing something right.” He stuck his hand out and smiled quite pleasantly for him. “Nice to meet you,” he said, and give Hankyung a sly glance. “Finally.”
“Yeah,” said Joomyuk, seeming a bit dazed. “Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too.”
“Bloody hell, Hankyung,” he said hoarsely five minutes later, as he cornered him in the kitchen as Heechul wandered around the living area, calling things out and making totally irrelevant observations. “There is no way on this planet that that is a boy.”
“I can assure you,” said Hankyung, as he poured two glasses of white wine. “That is a boy.”
“This is totally unfair,” said Joomyuk, who didn’t look as though he was willing to leave any time soon. “I mean, as if it wasn’t bad enough that you’re too good looking for your own good - you’re going out with some as incredibly gorgeous as that!”
“Don’t tell Heechul that, please,” said Hankyung. “It’ll go straight to his head and I’ll have to put up with him crowing all night.”
“You don’t give him enough credit,” said Joomyuk, frowning slightly. “If I was going out with someone like that, I’d probably never stop telling them how beautiful they were. I mean, look at him.”
“Joomyuk,” said Hankyung patiently. “If you were going out with someone like Heechul, you’d have committed suicide in a week.”
“You’re overreacting,” said Joomyuk airily. “He seems really pleasant.”
“Tell you what,” said Hankyung, grinning at him. “Stick around for a little bit, and see how pleasant he can truly be.”
Heechul, to begin with, seemed determined to show a good, nice side of himself, and Joomyuk kept sending looks in Hankyung’s direction which seemed to suggest that he thought that he was lying, but the nice time hadn’t lasted, and while he and Joomyuk chatted about something, Heechul, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, slid a little closer, wrapped an arm around his waist and fidgeted, until Hankyung couldn’t ignore it any longer.
“What do you want?” He asked, without looking at him.
“I’m cold,” said Heechul innocently, and when Hankyung slid his gaze along to look at him, Heechul was blinking up at him, perfectly positioned to give an impression of youth and naivety. Hankyung snorted.
“Like hell you are,” he said. “What’s really up?”
“Just wanted to annoy you,” admitted Heechul with a shrug. “You weren’t paying enough attention to me.”
“Ah,” said Hankyung, and rolled his eyes. “Stop acting like such a princess.”
“I thought I wasn’t a girl,” said Heechul slyly.
“See?” Hankyung sent an exasperated look in Joomyuk direction, who was watching them with an interested expression. “It’s like this, all the time.”
“I think it’s cute,” said Joomyuk casually.
“Don’t encourage him,” groaned Hankyung.
“So, Joomyuk,” said Heechul, choosing to ignore Hankyung as he leant forward in his chair to look intently at the other man. “What are you doing at university?”
“I’m majoring in Chinese,” said Joomyuk, looking quite flattered by the question. “But I’m also doing economics.”
“Ah, Chinese,” said Heechul, nodding solemnly, but then he winked flirtatiously. “Wo ai ni,” he said.
Joomyuk went a little red across the nose; Hankyung snorted and turned his attention to the television, as Heechul started to tease his roommate, mixing vague sexual advances with honestly innocent questions, until Joomyuk wasn’t quite sure what he was doing.
He seemed to realise at some point, however, what was going on, and when Heechul asked him if he had a girlfriend at that point in time, Joomyuk (who prided himself on being very good looking and able to get anyone that he wanted) replied, “I’m afraid I don’t at the moment,” leaned over the arm of his chair, looked up at Heechul with smouldering eyes, and continued; “I wouldn’t say no if you offered, though.”
Heechul smirked slightly, and then settled back against Hankyung’s shoulder, who glanced around, looked at him, smiled faintly, and then turned back to the television program. “Joomyuk-shi,” drawled Heechul, folding his arms, a spark of mischief in his eyes. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to keep wishing.”
“I shall never give up,” said Joomyuk seriously. “I shall hound you constantly until you leave Hangeng here.” He sneered Hankyung’s Chinese name out, but he grinned as he did so. “I’m clearly more of a man than he is.”
“Like Heechul said,” said Hankyung, showing for the first time any hint that he was paying attention. “You’re going to have to keep wishing, Zhou Mi.”
“I didn’t think you were gay, Joomyuk-shi,” said Heechul insinuatingly.
“Only for you, Heechul-ah,” said Joomyuk, and did his own version of the wink.
Later on, Hankyung would curse himself for allowing the two to ever meet. On one side, he had Heechul, who he knew was simply there to embarrass him in new and inventive ways, all the while kissing him and calling him his boyfriend, and on the other he had Joomyuk, who thought nothing of accusing Hankyung of picking up prostitutes, and who flirted with anything with two legs. Just like the thing that had cemented the bonds between Heechul and Xiao Li was their joint enjoyment in teasing Siwon, so teasing Hankyung became the thing that kept Heechul and Joomyuk close.
Hankyung wanted nothing more than to shoot one, or the other, and perhaps even both, if it would stop them picking on him. Neither did what he wanted, neither listened to a word he said, and before long Joomyuk was getting phone calls from Heechul when Hankyung wasn’t, the two laughing over something that Hankyung wasn’t allowed to be part of.
“Be careful,” he muttered against Heechul’s collarbone one night. “I’m going to start getting jealous soon.”
“You never get jealous,” said Heechul, a hint of disappointment in his voice as he ran his fingers through Hankyung’s hair. “Hey, can we do something?” he added, mischief sneaking into his voice.
Hankyung honestly wasn’t jealous. He really, really wasn’t, because Hankyung didn’t even know the meaning of the word, but sometimes he wished that Heechul would stop sitting with Joomyuk so often when he came over, and sometimes he wished that Joomyuk would learn the meaning of personal space, and he sometimes wished that he had never let the two meet. He wished that a lot.
Slowly, he came to the conclusion that he was jealous.
“Fuck,” he said, as the thought struck him. Heechul and Joomyuk glanced over at him with some interest, realised that he wasn’t hurt or anything, and then Joomyuk continued his apparently very interesting story - or, at least, so it seemed to be to Heechul, who was laughing loudly at the murmured words coming from Joomyuk’s mouth, too quiet for Hankyung to be able to hear. The two were sat on the sofa to his left, the “love seat” as Joomyuk had dubbed it, Heechul’s legs slung over Joomyuk’s knees casually as they talked. Hankyung was excluded, utterly and completely, and the fact that they were more interested in each other than any random outburst of cursing from him made him get up and leave the room.
But he didn’t want to leave it completely, because he had some sort of an inkling; an idea, of a kind, of what might truly be going on, so he walked to his bedroom, slammed the door shut in front of him, and then walked quietly back to the main room, and stood in front of the ajar door, listening into the conversation. He was aware that this was something Heechul would do, but Heechul was apparently flirting with his roommate, and so Hankyung chose to over-look his transgression.
“- and so then… I think he’s gone,” said Joomyuk, his voice slightly muffled even by the thin wood that made up the cheap doors of their flat.
“I think it worked,” said Heechul. “I think he got jealous!”
“That wasn’t jealousy,” said Joomyuk. Hankyung could almost hear the roll in his eyes. “That wasn’t even a blip on the radar. I’m worried about my fate when he really gets jealous. What if he hits me?”
“Hankyung wouldn’t hit you,” said Heechul. He would be smirking, Hankyung knew, and possibly leaning back against the arm rest of the sofa. “He’s too nice for that.”
“So you think,” said Joomyuk. “But what if you’re wrong? What if he, I don’t know, kills me tonight for getting too close to his property?”
“I’m not wrong,” said Heechul simply.
There was a pause, and then Joomyuk continued, fearfully, “but he knows how to fight, what if he does come for me?”
“He won’t,” said Heechul. “God, you’re such a drama queen.” There was a delicious irony in that statement, thought Hankyung. “Hankyung doesn’t get angry, or yell, or get jealous. He gets flustered and he gets exasperated, but he never gets angry. Could you imagine what that’s like, to never get angry?”
“I imagine that it’s what they call being a ‘good type’,” said Joomyuk with a hint of sarcasm. “He’s the type of boy you take home to your parents, nothing like you and me.”
“Most parents would be worried if their child came home with me,” said Heechul with a bark of laughter, and then he continued, quietly, “seriously though. Never angry, never annoyed, just calm. All the time.”
“That would be - boring,” said Joomyuk.
“It’s not boring,” said Heechul. “I get away with a lot. But sometimes, I wish - I wish he would get angry. Just so I know that he’s there or something.”
“You really love him, don’t you?” Joomyuk’s voice had gone quiet, and when Heechul spoke, his had also dropped, and Hankyung had to strain to hear him.
“I don’t use that word,” he said.
“Oh,” said Joomyuk, and Hankyung got the feeling that he had completely fallen for it, the trickle of words that flowed from Heechul’s mouth. He stepped into the room and leaned casually against the door frame, arms folded as he looked coolly at them, still sitting together on the sofa.
“With acting skills like that,” he said, a hint of a smile just visible at the corner of his lips, “you’re probably better off on my drama course.”
Joomyuk just looked at him with some confusion, while Heechul smirked at him, holding his gaze, knowing exactly what he was getting at, taking the hint. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said, drawling his words in his sarcasm.
“You knew perfectly well I was out there, didn’t you?” Hankyung did his best to remember what his acting instructor had said, and just about managed to keep a perfectly straight face, a fabricated blank mask. “Is that why you made up that sob story?”
“I didn’t make that up,” said Heechul, drawing back a little in shock. “I thought you were referring to earlier.”
“What, that little show to make me jealous?” Hankyung snorted. “I refuse to believe that that was an act. No one’s that good.”
“What?” A little anger had crept into Heechul’s voice. “What the hell are you implying with that?”
“I’m not implying anything,” said Hankyung with a shrug. “I’m saying that I don’t think you were acting. I think you were honest to god flirting with Joomyuk.”
Heechul stood up slowly, his fists clenched by his sides and a slight tick in between his eye brows. Hankyung pushed himself off his resting place and stood up straight, aware that his height was superior and gave him an advantage. Joomyuk looked worriedly from side to side.
“Are you saying that I was cheating on you?” Heechul sounded seriously pissed off now, as he glared at Hankyung with dark eyes, thin brows lowering.
“I suppose you could hear it that way, yes,” said Hankyung, tipping his head to the side, a disinterested movement.
“Whoa,” said Joomyuk, standing up himself and holding his hands out, as if to calm the situation down. “Let’s calm down here, I think we’re all over-reacting and-”
“Stay out of this,” said Hankyung coldly.
“Hey,” said Heechul sharply. “Don’t be nasty to him.”
“Oh, sorry,” said Hankyung, displaying his own special talent for sarcasm. “I wouldn’t want to offend lover boy here.”
“I’m not fucking cheating on you!” Heechul screamed.
Joomyuk jumped at the sudden increase in the noise level, and in his eyes was a mixture of apprehension and fear as Hankyung just looked at Heechul with an even eye and Heechul’s chest rose and fell with every angry breath. “I,” he started, and then words seemed to fail him. “I should leave,” he attempted.
“Yeah,” said Hankyung, glancing over for a second and then returning his vision to Heechul. “I think you should.” Heechul didn’t give any clue that he had even heard Joomyuk, as the boy slipped out of the room, his shoulder brushing past Hankyung’s on his way. The two left in the room stared at each other until they heard the door slam.
Suddenly Hankyung had his arms full of Heechul, kissing him hard, his mouth not quite on Hankyung’s but not really caring anyway, pulling at the collar of his shirt as Hankyung stumbled back a little before he caught himself, grinning into the kiss as he let himself wrapped his arms around Heechul’s waist, reacquainting himself with the smooth skin there as he slid his hands under the material of the flimsy summer top that Heechul wore.
“That was - fuck, that was so hot,” gasped Heechul against his mouth, allowing Hankyung to pull him back out of the doorway and push him up against the wall. “I don’t care that you were acting, you’re so unbelievably hot when you’re angry. You’re all -shit,” he groaned, as Hankyung rolled his hips into his own. “- quiet and intense, and god, can we - can we do that again?”
“No,” said Hankyung firmly, as Heechul’s breath ghosted over his throat. “He’s going to be so annoyed when he realises, and I don’t want - oh god,” and his voice morphed into a guttural groan as Heechul rubbed his palm against the zipper on his jeans, as firm as Hankyung’s tone had been, and Hankyung crushed his mouth back to Heechul’s, and for a few seconds there was only the sound of Heechul struggling to undo the belt at Hankyung’s waist, as Hankyung’s hand slid up in his thigh and under the denim skirt he wore.
“Why did I ever buy you this?” Heechul asked, as Hankyung pulled away to pull his shirt from his shoulders, and as soon as that was over, his fingers returned to the heavy buckle that was giving him so much trouble. “It’s so difficult to get into.”
“Here,” said Hankyung, more patiently than he felt, and he pushed Heechul’s slim hands away and undid the belt himself, but before Heechul could do anything else he caught his hands in his own and tugged him along behind him, pulling him in the direction of his bedroom, leaving the shirt on the floor.
Heechul allowed himself to be pushed down onto the bed, Hankyung straddling him around the waist and kissing his neck, before his mouth moved further down, biting and sucking on a spot just above Heechul’s collarbone, as Heechul moaned and trailed his hand lazily up and down the front of his trousers.
“Shirt,” he murmured, and Hankyung sat up and undid the buttons, Heechul helping him with the last task of pushing it from his shoulders and dropping it onto the floor beside them. Heechul’s hand moved up and began to trail over his chest instead, nails scraping ever so slightly, and Hankyung leant into the touch, before bending down and brushing his lips over Heechul’s stomach. He arched up into the light touch like a cat, his hips meeting Hankyung’s as he did so.
“We should do it again,” he murmured as he ran his hands over Hankyung’s back, his voice quiet and husky. “Fuck, Hankyung, I don’t think I’m going to be able to come to any of your premieres, not without sucking you off in the interval. It was like - I don’t even know, it was like walking sex.” Hankyung’s mouth was now again at his throat, as his hands played around with the buttons of his jeans. “We should - I was good too, wasn’t I - I don’t know what we should do, we should do this more often. I wonder if your eyes look like that when you’re having sex.”
Hankyung raised his head to look Heechul in the eyes, and the other man shuddered and shut his own, thrusting his hips up, and Hankyung kissed him softly on the corner of his lips, and then gasped as suddenly, Heechul’s hand were pushing down the waistband of both his jeans and shorts, and after that the only sound was Heechul’s delighted laugh.
“I hate you,” said Joomyuk three hours later when he returned to see the two sitting on the sofa together, Heechul lying against Hankyung’s chest and practically sitting in his lap, wearing a shirt of Hankyung’s that was far too big for him, because he couldn’t be bothered to put his own back on. It hadn’t taken long for Joomyuk to cotton on to what had been going on, but he hadn’t quite wanted to come home for fear of what could be happening while he was away.
“Hello, Joomyuk-shi,” said Heechul innocently. “Did you have a nice walk?”
“I hate you,” repeated Joomyuk, and stormed off down the hallway and they heard his bedroom door slam.
“What was that about?” Heechul turned the voice onto Hankyung, blinking at him, though Hankyung could definitely see a hint of that infamous smirk in his eyes. “Do you think we annoyed him about something?”
“God, I fucking love you,” said Hankyung, and kissed him again.
Fandom: Super Junior AU (High School)
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 4,150
Rating: R
Summary: Later on, Hankyung would curse himself for allowing the two to ever meet.
A/N: This was supposed to be completely different, and I mean, completely different, but as I wrote it, it changed and now the way it was supposed to go is part of a drabble. *sighs*
Posted by broken_home_
Hankyung had been living in his flat for six months, and in all that time, Heechul had never once been over, and neither was quite sure why this was. They thought that it might have been because Heechul was rooming with Donghae and Siwon, and it was easier to just go over there, but the fact was that Hankyung’s roommate knew about the two of them anyway, so that wasn’t even an excuse.
“Maybe I should come over,” said Heechul, four months in.
“Maybe you should,” agreed Hankyung, and it had never happened.
“I’m beginning to think that you don’t have a boyfriend at all,” said Joomyuk, Hankyung’s roommate. “I think you’ve just made him up, because you couldn’t admit that you’re horribly single like I am.”
“I have got a boyfriend,” protested Hankyung. “Where do you think I go at weekends and stuff? Where do you think I’m staying over at?”
“I don’t know,” shrugged Joomyuk, as he made another cup of coffee. “Maybe you’re going to love hotels with prostitutes.”
Hankyung blanched, and looked at him, disgusted. “What kind of person do you think I am?” he asked, but he accepted the coffee anyway.
“I don’t know,” said Joomyuk, grinning. “It takes all sorts, I suppose.”
“I’ll prove it, if you want,” said Hankyung, disgruntled. “I’ll bring him over.”
“You can do that,” said Joomyuk. “I’ll even go out that night so you can have the flat to yourselves.”
“I thought you wanted to meet him,” said Hankyung, thinking that sometimes his roommate made no sense.
“I want to meet him,” said Joomyuk. “I don’t want to get in the way, and I especially don’t want to be here if you’re going to have sex or something.”
“We wouldn’t, you know,” said Hankyung, who couldn’t quite believe he was having this conversation. “If you were here, we probably wouldn’t, not if it would make you feel awkward.”
“Don’t put yourself out for me,” said Joomyuk with a grin. “I’ll go out and find a nice girl and go back to her place for the night.”
“Reasons like that that explain why you’re still single,” said Hankyung. “Girls don’t like man whores.”
“That was a low blow,” said Joomyuk, with an element of mock hurt in his voice.
“Your roommate wants to meet me?” Heechul glanced at him with some surprise, looking up from his text book as he lay on his bed. “Why does he want to do that?”
“He doesn’t believe you’re real,” said Hankyung casually, leaning back on his chair in Heechul’s kitchen area to call back.
“How can anyone believe that Heechul’s not real?” Donghae asked, a confused expression on his face as turned the volume down on the television to join in the conversation.
“He’s never actually met Heechul,” explained Hankyung. “He thinks I’m making you up, just so I don’t have to admit that I’m actually single.”
“Oh,” said Heechul, and thought about it. “Is he cute?”
“I don’t know,” said Hankyung with an exasperated sigh. “I wouldn’t even be gay if it wasn’t for you.”
“You’re useless,” said Heechul, but he agreed to it anyway amiably, and seemed quite excited when he heard that Joomyuk would be going out so they could have the flat to themselves, and Hankyung rather thought that that had been what had sealed the deal.
Joomyuk seemed rather too excited about it too, as he sat on the sofa doing his hair for his night out, and watched Hankyung tidy up around him. “I’ve heard so much about him,” he said with a grin. “It feels weird to actually meet him.”
“It could be a shock for you,” said Hankyung. “I don’t know what he’ll be wearing.”
“Please,” said Joomyuk airily. “Even if he is dressed as a girl, it’s not that hard to tell. It’s always obvious when a boy dresses as a girl, if you ask me.”
“You say that,” said Hankyung, warningly, “but I didn’t know for two whole months.”
“You’re stupid enough to do dance at university,” said Joomyuk. “I’d believe that you were stupid enough to do that.”
“It’s not that,” said Hankyung, who was getting rather sick of being told he was stupid for that. “He just really looks like a girl.”
“Whatever,” said Joomyuk, and waved the warning off.
Half an hour later, when the bell rang and Hankyung went off to answer it, he wished that Joomyuk had taken his warning, because he couldn’t really be held responsible for his roommate having a heart attack or something like that. It was bad enough that Heechul was fifteen minutes late, and that meant that Joomyuk was late going out, which meant that Hankyung had had to put up with him teasing for longer.
“Hey,” said Heechul over the intercom when Hankyung answered. “Siwon suddenly got a phone call from Xiao Li asking him out tonight, and he wouldn’t let me go until I’d done his hair for him.”
“That’s fine,” said Hankyung, because that was as close to an apology as he was going to get. “Here,” and he pressed the buzzer and let him in.
In the end, Heechul had worn a skirt, a short black pleated one with the pink Converse that Kibum had bought around a year and a half ago, and Hankyung hadn’t expected anything else. Heechul’s hairdressing course meant that he couldn’t wear skirts at college, so he tended to wear them everywhere else, just to make up for it. Hankyung wasn’t exactly complaining, because he still thought Heechul had legs that looked entirely too good in a skirt for a boy.
Hankyung took his coat off him and put it in the little cupboard at the side, which was piled full of things that they didn’t need but couldn’t be bothered to throw out anyway. “Is your roommate still here?” Heechul asked, looking incredibly impatient. “I want to meet him.”
“He’s waited especially for you,” said Hankyung, leading him to the main room. “I’m going to get jealous in a minute.”
“I wish you would get jealous,” said Heechul with a smirk, and stepped into the main room after Hankyung.
Joomyuk stood up when they came in, smiling, but his smile faded as he looked at Heechul. Hankyung rather thought that since they’d left high school, Heechul’s hair had become progressively more girly, until it was like what it was now - red, with a small fringe, and curled into ringlets that fell about his face. Hankyung knew that it took half an hour each day to get it perfect, because he’d watched Heechul do it, and at the end, the effect was rather nice. He got a lot of double takes, which seemed to please him.
“Oh,” said Joomyuk, and looked Heechul up and down. “I thought it was - Hankyung?” He looked at him desperately, totally confused.
“This is Heechul,” said Hankyung, a wide grin on his face. “Heechul, Shim Joomyuk.”
“I like it when people have that reaction,” said Heechul, a hand on his hip, as Joomyuk stared at him. “It means I’m doing something right.” He stuck his hand out and smiled quite pleasantly for him. “Nice to meet you,” he said, and give Hankyung a sly glance. “Finally.”
“Yeah,” said Joomyuk, seeming a bit dazed. “Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too.”
“Bloody hell, Hankyung,” he said hoarsely five minutes later, as he cornered him in the kitchen as Heechul wandered around the living area, calling things out and making totally irrelevant observations. “There is no way on this planet that that is a boy.”
“I can assure you,” said Hankyung, as he poured two glasses of white wine. “That is a boy.”
“This is totally unfair,” said Joomyuk, who didn’t look as though he was willing to leave any time soon. “I mean, as if it wasn’t bad enough that you’re too good looking for your own good - you’re going out with some as incredibly gorgeous as that!”
“Don’t tell Heechul that, please,” said Hankyung. “It’ll go straight to his head and I’ll have to put up with him crowing all night.”
“You don’t give him enough credit,” said Joomyuk, frowning slightly. “If I was going out with someone like that, I’d probably never stop telling them how beautiful they were. I mean, look at him.”
“Joomyuk,” said Hankyung patiently. “If you were going out with someone like Heechul, you’d have committed suicide in a week.”
“You’re overreacting,” said Joomyuk airily. “He seems really pleasant.”
“Tell you what,” said Hankyung, grinning at him. “Stick around for a little bit, and see how pleasant he can truly be.”
Heechul, to begin with, seemed determined to show a good, nice side of himself, and Joomyuk kept sending looks in Hankyung’s direction which seemed to suggest that he thought that he was lying, but the nice time hadn’t lasted, and while he and Joomyuk chatted about something, Heechul, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, slid a little closer, wrapped an arm around his waist and fidgeted, until Hankyung couldn’t ignore it any longer.
“What do you want?” He asked, without looking at him.
“I’m cold,” said Heechul innocently, and when Hankyung slid his gaze along to look at him, Heechul was blinking up at him, perfectly positioned to give an impression of youth and naivety. Hankyung snorted.
“Like hell you are,” he said. “What’s really up?”
“Just wanted to annoy you,” admitted Heechul with a shrug. “You weren’t paying enough attention to me.”
“Ah,” said Hankyung, and rolled his eyes. “Stop acting like such a princess.”
“I thought I wasn’t a girl,” said Heechul slyly.
“See?” Hankyung sent an exasperated look in Joomyuk direction, who was watching them with an interested expression. “It’s like this, all the time.”
“I think it’s cute,” said Joomyuk casually.
“Don’t encourage him,” groaned Hankyung.
“So, Joomyuk,” said Heechul, choosing to ignore Hankyung as he leant forward in his chair to look intently at the other man. “What are you doing at university?”
“I’m majoring in Chinese,” said Joomyuk, looking quite flattered by the question. “But I’m also doing economics.”
“Ah, Chinese,” said Heechul, nodding solemnly, but then he winked flirtatiously. “Wo ai ni,” he said.
Joomyuk went a little red across the nose; Hankyung snorted and turned his attention to the television, as Heechul started to tease his roommate, mixing vague sexual advances with honestly innocent questions, until Joomyuk wasn’t quite sure what he was doing.
He seemed to realise at some point, however, what was going on, and when Heechul asked him if he had a girlfriend at that point in time, Joomyuk (who prided himself on being very good looking and able to get anyone that he wanted) replied, “I’m afraid I don’t at the moment,” leaned over the arm of his chair, looked up at Heechul with smouldering eyes, and continued; “I wouldn’t say no if you offered, though.”
Heechul smirked slightly, and then settled back against Hankyung’s shoulder, who glanced around, looked at him, smiled faintly, and then turned back to the television program. “Joomyuk-shi,” drawled Heechul, folding his arms, a spark of mischief in his eyes. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to keep wishing.”
“I shall never give up,” said Joomyuk seriously. “I shall hound you constantly until you leave Hangeng here.” He sneered Hankyung’s Chinese name out, but he grinned as he did so. “I’m clearly more of a man than he is.”
“Like Heechul said,” said Hankyung, showing for the first time any hint that he was paying attention. “You’re going to have to keep wishing, Zhou Mi.”
“I didn’t think you were gay, Joomyuk-shi,” said Heechul insinuatingly.
“Only for you, Heechul-ah,” said Joomyuk, and did his own version of the wink.
Later on, Hankyung would curse himself for allowing the two to ever meet. On one side, he had Heechul, who he knew was simply there to embarrass him in new and inventive ways, all the while kissing him and calling him his boyfriend, and on the other he had Joomyuk, who thought nothing of accusing Hankyung of picking up prostitutes, and who flirted with anything with two legs. Just like the thing that had cemented the bonds between Heechul and Xiao Li was their joint enjoyment in teasing Siwon, so teasing Hankyung became the thing that kept Heechul and Joomyuk close.
Hankyung wanted nothing more than to shoot one, or the other, and perhaps even both, if it would stop them picking on him. Neither did what he wanted, neither listened to a word he said, and before long Joomyuk was getting phone calls from Heechul when Hankyung wasn’t, the two laughing over something that Hankyung wasn’t allowed to be part of.
“Be careful,” he muttered against Heechul’s collarbone one night. “I’m going to start getting jealous soon.”
“You never get jealous,” said Heechul, a hint of disappointment in his voice as he ran his fingers through Hankyung’s hair. “Hey, can we do something?” he added, mischief sneaking into his voice.
Hankyung honestly wasn’t jealous. He really, really wasn’t, because Hankyung didn’t even know the meaning of the word, but sometimes he wished that Heechul would stop sitting with Joomyuk so often when he came over, and sometimes he wished that Joomyuk would learn the meaning of personal space, and he sometimes wished that he had never let the two meet. He wished that a lot.
Slowly, he came to the conclusion that he was jealous.
“Fuck,” he said, as the thought struck him. Heechul and Joomyuk glanced over at him with some interest, realised that he wasn’t hurt or anything, and then Joomyuk continued his apparently very interesting story - or, at least, so it seemed to be to Heechul, who was laughing loudly at the murmured words coming from Joomyuk’s mouth, too quiet for Hankyung to be able to hear. The two were sat on the sofa to his left, the “love seat” as Joomyuk had dubbed it, Heechul’s legs slung over Joomyuk’s knees casually as they talked. Hankyung was excluded, utterly and completely, and the fact that they were more interested in each other than any random outburst of cursing from him made him get up and leave the room.
But he didn’t want to leave it completely, because he had some sort of an inkling; an idea, of a kind, of what might truly be going on, so he walked to his bedroom, slammed the door shut in front of him, and then walked quietly back to the main room, and stood in front of the ajar door, listening into the conversation. He was aware that this was something Heechul would do, but Heechul was apparently flirting with his roommate, and so Hankyung chose to over-look his transgression.
“- and so then… I think he’s gone,” said Joomyuk, his voice slightly muffled even by the thin wood that made up the cheap doors of their flat.
“I think it worked,” said Heechul. “I think he got jealous!”
“That wasn’t jealousy,” said Joomyuk. Hankyung could almost hear the roll in his eyes. “That wasn’t even a blip on the radar. I’m worried about my fate when he really gets jealous. What if he hits me?”
“Hankyung wouldn’t hit you,” said Heechul. He would be smirking, Hankyung knew, and possibly leaning back against the arm rest of the sofa. “He’s too nice for that.”
“So you think,” said Joomyuk. “But what if you’re wrong? What if he, I don’t know, kills me tonight for getting too close to his property?”
“I’m not wrong,” said Heechul simply.
There was a pause, and then Joomyuk continued, fearfully, “but he knows how to fight, what if he does come for me?”
“He won’t,” said Heechul. “God, you’re such a drama queen.” There was a delicious irony in that statement, thought Hankyung. “Hankyung doesn’t get angry, or yell, or get jealous. He gets flustered and he gets exasperated, but he never gets angry. Could you imagine what that’s like, to never get angry?”
“I imagine that it’s what they call being a ‘good type’,” said Joomyuk with a hint of sarcasm. “He’s the type of boy you take home to your parents, nothing like you and me.”
“Most parents would be worried if their child came home with me,” said Heechul with a bark of laughter, and then he continued, quietly, “seriously though. Never angry, never annoyed, just calm. All the time.”
“That would be - boring,” said Joomyuk.
“It’s not boring,” said Heechul. “I get away with a lot. But sometimes, I wish - I wish he would get angry. Just so I know that he’s there or something.”
“You really love him, don’t you?” Joomyuk’s voice had gone quiet, and when Heechul spoke, his had also dropped, and Hankyung had to strain to hear him.
“I don’t use that word,” he said.
“Oh,” said Joomyuk, and Hankyung got the feeling that he had completely fallen for it, the trickle of words that flowed from Heechul’s mouth. He stepped into the room and leaned casually against the door frame, arms folded as he looked coolly at them, still sitting together on the sofa.
“With acting skills like that,” he said, a hint of a smile just visible at the corner of his lips, “you’re probably better off on my drama course.”
Joomyuk just looked at him with some confusion, while Heechul smirked at him, holding his gaze, knowing exactly what he was getting at, taking the hint. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said, drawling his words in his sarcasm.
“You knew perfectly well I was out there, didn’t you?” Hankyung did his best to remember what his acting instructor had said, and just about managed to keep a perfectly straight face, a fabricated blank mask. “Is that why you made up that sob story?”
“I didn’t make that up,” said Heechul, drawing back a little in shock. “I thought you were referring to earlier.”
“What, that little show to make me jealous?” Hankyung snorted. “I refuse to believe that that was an act. No one’s that good.”
“What?” A little anger had crept into Heechul’s voice. “What the hell are you implying with that?”
“I’m not implying anything,” said Hankyung with a shrug. “I’m saying that I don’t think you were acting. I think you were honest to god flirting with Joomyuk.”
Heechul stood up slowly, his fists clenched by his sides and a slight tick in between his eye brows. Hankyung pushed himself off his resting place and stood up straight, aware that his height was superior and gave him an advantage. Joomyuk looked worriedly from side to side.
“Are you saying that I was cheating on you?” Heechul sounded seriously pissed off now, as he glared at Hankyung with dark eyes, thin brows lowering.
“I suppose you could hear it that way, yes,” said Hankyung, tipping his head to the side, a disinterested movement.
“Whoa,” said Joomyuk, standing up himself and holding his hands out, as if to calm the situation down. “Let’s calm down here, I think we’re all over-reacting and-”
“Stay out of this,” said Hankyung coldly.
“Hey,” said Heechul sharply. “Don’t be nasty to him.”
“Oh, sorry,” said Hankyung, displaying his own special talent for sarcasm. “I wouldn’t want to offend lover boy here.”
“I’m not fucking cheating on you!” Heechul screamed.
Joomyuk jumped at the sudden increase in the noise level, and in his eyes was a mixture of apprehension and fear as Hankyung just looked at Heechul with an even eye and Heechul’s chest rose and fell with every angry breath. “I,” he started, and then words seemed to fail him. “I should leave,” he attempted.
“Yeah,” said Hankyung, glancing over for a second and then returning his vision to Heechul. “I think you should.” Heechul didn’t give any clue that he had even heard Joomyuk, as the boy slipped out of the room, his shoulder brushing past Hankyung’s on his way. The two left in the room stared at each other until they heard the door slam.
Suddenly Hankyung had his arms full of Heechul, kissing him hard, his mouth not quite on Hankyung’s but not really caring anyway, pulling at the collar of his shirt as Hankyung stumbled back a little before he caught himself, grinning into the kiss as he let himself wrapped his arms around Heechul’s waist, reacquainting himself with the smooth skin there as he slid his hands under the material of the flimsy summer top that Heechul wore.
“That was - fuck, that was so hot,” gasped Heechul against his mouth, allowing Hankyung to pull him back out of the doorway and push him up against the wall. “I don’t care that you were acting, you’re so unbelievably hot when you’re angry. You’re all -shit,” he groaned, as Hankyung rolled his hips into his own. “- quiet and intense, and god, can we - can we do that again?”
“No,” said Hankyung firmly, as Heechul’s breath ghosted over his throat. “He’s going to be so annoyed when he realises, and I don’t want - oh god,” and his voice morphed into a guttural groan as Heechul rubbed his palm against the zipper on his jeans, as firm as Hankyung’s tone had been, and Hankyung crushed his mouth back to Heechul’s, and for a few seconds there was only the sound of Heechul struggling to undo the belt at Hankyung’s waist, as Hankyung’s hand slid up in his thigh and under the denim skirt he wore.
“Why did I ever buy you this?” Heechul asked, as Hankyung pulled away to pull his shirt from his shoulders, and as soon as that was over, his fingers returned to the heavy buckle that was giving him so much trouble. “It’s so difficult to get into.”
“Here,” said Hankyung, more patiently than he felt, and he pushed Heechul’s slim hands away and undid the belt himself, but before Heechul could do anything else he caught his hands in his own and tugged him along behind him, pulling him in the direction of his bedroom, leaving the shirt on the floor.
Heechul allowed himself to be pushed down onto the bed, Hankyung straddling him around the waist and kissing his neck, before his mouth moved further down, biting and sucking on a spot just above Heechul’s collarbone, as Heechul moaned and trailed his hand lazily up and down the front of his trousers.
“Shirt,” he murmured, and Hankyung sat up and undid the buttons, Heechul helping him with the last task of pushing it from his shoulders and dropping it onto the floor beside them. Heechul’s hand moved up and began to trail over his chest instead, nails scraping ever so slightly, and Hankyung leant into the touch, before bending down and brushing his lips over Heechul’s stomach. He arched up into the light touch like a cat, his hips meeting Hankyung’s as he did so.
“We should do it again,” he murmured as he ran his hands over Hankyung’s back, his voice quiet and husky. “Fuck, Hankyung, I don’t think I’m going to be able to come to any of your premieres, not without sucking you off in the interval. It was like - I don’t even know, it was like walking sex.” Hankyung’s mouth was now again at his throat, as his hands played around with the buttons of his jeans. “We should - I was good too, wasn’t I - I don’t know what we should do, we should do this more often. I wonder if your eyes look like that when you’re having sex.”
Hankyung raised his head to look Heechul in the eyes, and the other man shuddered and shut his own, thrusting his hips up, and Hankyung kissed him softly on the corner of his lips, and then gasped as suddenly, Heechul’s hand were pushing down the waistband of both his jeans and shorts, and after that the only sound was Heechul’s delighted laugh.
“I hate you,” said Joomyuk three hours later when he returned to see the two sitting on the sofa together, Heechul lying against Hankyung’s chest and practically sitting in his lap, wearing a shirt of Hankyung’s that was far too big for him, because he couldn’t be bothered to put his own back on. It hadn’t taken long for Joomyuk to cotton on to what had been going on, but he hadn’t quite wanted to come home for fear of what could be happening while he was away.
“Hello, Joomyuk-shi,” said Heechul innocently. “Did you have a nice walk?”
“I hate you,” repeated Joomyuk, and stormed off down the hallway and they heard his bedroom door slam.
“What was that about?” Heechul turned the voice onto Hankyung, blinking at him, though Hankyung could definitely see a hint of that infamous smirk in his eyes. “Do you think we annoyed him about something?”
“God, I fucking love you,” said Hankyung, and kissed him again.