Super Junior AU; Hanchul; The Best Days of Our Lives
Title: The Best Days of Our Lives
Chapter: 24/25
Fandom: Super Junior AU (High School)
Pairing: Hankyung/crossdressing!Heechul (main), Kangin/Eeteuk, Kibum/Donghae, Yehsung/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun/Sungmin, bestfriends!Eunhae.
Word count: 3,433
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Coming into a strange new world can be strange enough. Unfortunately, someone’s forgotten to tell Hankyung something Very Important.
A/N: Side stories? Yes. Side story with Hanchul Valentine Day shenanigans? Probably. NC-17 Hanchul first time? Possibly. Writing something like this again? Absolutely no.
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21 / Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 / Chapter 24 / Chapter 25
“I love Valentine’s day,” said Sungmin happily on the first of February, when there was still two weeks to go until the actual event. Hankyung saw what Kyuhyun had meant by the hints not being particularly veiled, but he didn’t think Sungmin would recognise subtle even if it danced in front of him naked with a sign around its neck, saying “My name is Subtle, why don’t you try me?”
“I know you do,” said Kyuhyun, and rolled his eyes.
“Valentine’s day,” said Xiao Li in Korean, and then made a few movements with her hands. “Presents?” she tried, and smiled sheepishly.
“Yes,” said Heechul. “Siwon will get you a present.”
“I forgot about Valentine’s day,” said Siwon, with a worried expression on his face.
“How can you forget about Valentine’s day?” Sungmin asked, looking confused. “It’s my favourite time of the year. It even beats Christmas.”
“You’re insane, though,” said Kangin.
“Everyone pays me lots of attention, and I get a lot of presents and pink things,” said Sungmin happily. “What could possibly be bad about it?”
“I’ll tell you what’s bad about it,” said Kangin, poking at his noodles. “It means that poor sods like us have to go out and buy things that hold no sentimental value, just because people say we have to.”
“You don’t have to get me anything, you know,” said Eeteuk, his voice muffled through the face mask that he still wore while his cold cleared up.
“You say that,” said Kangin, and while he sounded annoyed, he grinned at Eeteuk, “but if I didn’t have anything that spare room would end up being used.”
“Valentine’s day was invented to inflict pain on men,” said Eunhyuk miserably. “Even if you don’t have a girlfriend, there’s still the embarrassment of sending a card to the girl you like.”
“It’s a ploy by card companies and gift makers to make stupid people buy things to make them feel better about themselves,” said Heechul, in that cynical way he had about all things romantic.
“So we aren’t doing Valentine’s day then?” Hankyung asked hopefully. Heechul looked at him like he was insane.
“Of course we’re doing Valentine’s day,” he said. “It’s an excuse to get more presents. I’m just saying, the things we give should hold actual value, and not just be the usual flowers and stupid pink hearts. If you’re going to give someone a gift, then you should put actual thought into it.”
For Hankyung, all this meant was there were now around a hundred new mines that he had to avoid, and he was treading on eggshells no matter which way he went. It was unfortunate that Siwon also didn’t have a clue what he was doing, because he didn’t have a clue what to get Xiao Li - or, at least, he did have, and what Heechul had said had confirmed in his mind that a bunch of roses were not a Good Idea. In the end, they had to go to Kyuhyun, figuring that he would know what to do, because he’d been dating Sungmin for two years and must have some experience to share with them.
“Don’t ask me,” said Kyuhyun, waving them away. “I’m too busy trying to come up with something that I haven’t already given Sungmin for his birthday, Christmas or another Valentine’s day. He keeps everything, and if he hasn’t kept it, then he’ll remember that I’ve already bought it.”
“We need you to give us ideas,” wailed Siwon.
“I need you to give me ideas,” retorted Kyuhyun. “There are only so many pink things in the world.”
“I can’t believe you ever thought roses were a good idea,” said Kibum when they asked him. “That’s the most clichéd present in cliché.”
“Well, what are you doing?” Siwon gave a little tantrum, quickly moving from one foot to the other in impatience.
“We don’t do anything for Valentine’s day,” said Kibum, looking at him as though he was quite mad.
“This is ridiculous,” said Siwon, as they walked home together that night. “You’ve been going out with Heechul for almost six months, you’d think you’d be able to come up with something to get him for Valentine’s day.”
“Going out with Heechul is like going out with a walking time bomb,” said Hankyung. “One wrong move and the next thing you know, you’re single and living in a box on a street corner or something.”
“Wow,” said Siwon dryly. “Is that how you see your life without Heechul?”
“No,” said Hankyung. “That’s how I see my life if I do something to annoy Heechul. My life without Heechul is full of rainbows and happiness, and there’s no such thing as Valentine’s day.”
“We should go shopping together again,” decided Siwon in an optimistic voice. “Like we did with Heechul’s birthday.”
“I will only agree to this if you promise to not make me go into girly shops like that last time,” said Hankyung. “That left me scarred for life.”
“Fine,” said Siwon, and didn’t keep his promise one little bit on Saturday, when Hankyung found himself surrounded by pink things and fluffy things and flowery things that made his head spin and think thank god I’m going out with a boy. In the end, there wasn’t anything personal enough in any of the shops, and so they wandered along to the market that was going on in the cheaper part of the shopping district, hoping to find something there. Siwon was lucky - he stopped by chance at a jewellery stall, where he picked out a delicate gold chain with a jade Chinese dragon on it. Hankyung had to admit that it was a beautiful piece of jewellery, and he sighed as it was put into a paper bag for Siwon to carry.
“I wish I was going out with Xiao Li,” he said. “She’s so easy to buy for.”
Siwon looked worried at that. “You don’t think it looks like I’ve just bought the first thing I’ve found, do you?” He asked, peering in the bag at the miniature dragon.
“I think it’s great,” said Hankyung. “That’s the problem. If you’ve got something so good, then Heechul’s going to want something just as good.”
“I’ve told you before,” said Siwon. “Heechul’s not material.”
“Okay,” admitted Hankyung. “I want it to be good.”
“And now we get to the heart of the matter,” said Siwon with a grin. “You want it to be good to show Heechul that you care.”
“You can be soppy sometimes,” said Hankyung grudgingly. “But yes, I suppose so.”
“Try looking for something unusual,” said Siwon, looking at a stall selling mobile phone charms.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Hankyung asked, annoyed.
By the weekend before Valentine’s day on the Wednesday, Hankyung still did not have a single clue as to what to get Heechul, save for a card that proclaimed that they should never do Valentine’s day ever again. He didn’t think that that would go down too well with Heechul, so he scrapped that idea and went back to the drawing board.
“It should be something from the bottom of your heart,” said Xiao Li, when Hankyung asked her. “Something that you’ve really thought about.”
“I’ve tried thinking hard about it,” said Hankyung. “I’ve thought about it for almost two weeks, and I still can’t come up with anything.”
“Maybe you should hand make something,” suggested Xiao Li. “I can help you, if you want.”
Except Xiao Li had made some biscuits a few weeks back in her home skills class, which no one had been able to eat, not even Siwon, who had bravely tried and managed to eat half of one before Xiao Li took pity on him and took it off him and put the rest in the bin. Hankyung dreaded to think of what would happen if she tried to help him make chocolate or anything like that.
“No, thank you,” said Hankyung quickly. “I’ll come up with something else.”
“Okay,” said Xiao Li, and she seemed relieved about his answer too. “What’s Siyuan getting me?” Hankyung opened his mouth to answer before he realised what the question was, and he walked off before she could ask again.
It wasn’t until Tuesday night that Hankyung actually came up with something. To be honest, he’d had the idea a week earlier, but shoved it to the back of his mind because he felt it was slightly stupid and probably wouldn’t work. Heechul had proven to be so hard to buy for that he was forced to do it. For Hankyung, there was nothing out there that he could buy, because Valentine’s day was supposed to be about love and romance, and Heechul didn’t like that, and Hankyung couldn’t do that.
He sent a text message to Heechul to tell him to come into school early so he could give him his present before everyone else arrived. If it was going to work, then no one else could be around, and he needed to give it to him before school, or else there was no point in doing it. As he pressed send, a worried feeling bubbled up in his stomach, but he guessed that it was bit late to do anything about it now.
“Hello,” said Heechul when he came up to school the next morning, yawning widely. “This had better be one great present to get me up so early.”
“It’s a crap present,” said Hankyung, and he sat down on the wall outside the school and dropped his bag on the floor. “It’s a crap present and I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“That’s a shame,” said Heechul brightly. “My present’s absolutely fantastic.”
“Just so you know,” Hankyung told him, as he rummaged around in his bag, “next year I’m breaking up with you just for Valentine’s day so I never have to go through that again.”
“Just give it me and stop complaining,” said Heechul, tapping his foot against the ground in impatience. Hankyung pulled out a large white envelope, which Heechul took, and then he seemed to look for more, but that was it, and Hankyung motioned for him to open it. “Okay,” said Heechul slowly, and tore along the top, to reveal a plain piece of paper, a hand written message on it in pink pen.
“Because I couldn’t think of anything to get you,” read Heechul, “I give you myself. I will do whatever you want me to do for the entire day, until midnight. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
“I can’t believe I’ve done this,” said Hankyung, and buried his face in his hands.
“That is so corny,” said Heechul, and he sounded amused but Hankyung couldn’t actually see through his hands.
“Give it back,” he said, and he sat up and reached out for the piece of paper. “Give it back, and I’ll buy you whatever you what at the weekend. Just give it back and never mention it again.”
“No,” said Heechul, and held the paper away from him with a smirk. “I like the sound of it.”
“No you don’t,” said Hankyung desperately, and made a grab for it.
“Yes,” said Heechul, holding it behind his back with one hand, and stepping closer and playing with the hair at the back of Hankyung’s neck with the other. “I do.”
“Oh,” said Hankyung.
“Oh,” agreed Heechul, and kissed him, body pressed up against Hankyung’s, as Hankyung rested his hands on his hips. They pulled away to a light cough, Eeteuk smiling at them as Kangin walked up behind, having been parking the car.
“I don’t want to have the conversation with you two that I had to have with Kibum and Donghae,” he said, a fake disappointed expression on his face. “Once was quite enough.”
“What conversation?” Hankyung can’t really focus on anything, because Heechul’s hand is still playing with his hair.
“The one about not having sex in public places,” said Eeteuk, and Hankyung had a coughing fit as the older boy walked into the school, laughing at him.
“There’s a thought,” said Heechul, his hand still absent-mindedly fiddling with Hankyung’s hair. “I wonder where would be a good place to have sex in school.”
“I’m not having sex in school!” Hankyung stared at him in complete shock, as the thoughtful expression on Heechul’s face morphed into an amused one that didn’t promise good things for Hankyung.
Heechul held the paper up and waved it in front of his face. “Anything,” he said in a sing-song voice.
“Anything within reason,” protested Hankyung.
“It doesn’t say that on the paper,” pointed out Heechul. “It says anything here.”
“I’m not,” said Hankyung, and while he’s fairly sure that Heechul is just joking with him, he’s still going to protest because if he doesn’t, Heechul will probably take that joke and make it serious, and then Hankyung won’t be able to get out of it because he didn’t say anything to begin with. “I’m not having sex at school, Heechul.”
“You’re no fun,” said Heechul, and pouted, but he put the paper carefully in his bag, and then made Hankyung carry it around for the rest of the day.
They walked into school together, when it’s still fairly quiet and the only ones who are in are those with clean up duty or who come in early to study. It felt slightly weird; Hankyung was used to noise and chaos, but he liked it like this. There was something private about it, about the way that Heechul paused outside the classroom and reached out and pulled him back by the arm.
“I forgot,” he said. “I forgot to give you my present.”
Hankyung stopped and looked at him, expectantly. “Okay,” he said, and held out his hands for it.
“You have to wear it,” said Heechul. “Even if it’s just for today. You have to wear it because I said you have to.”
“Okay,” said Hankyung, and now he really regretted his present, as Heechul took his bag back off him and pulled a thin silver box out. Hankyung took it, pulled out the middle bit, and then started to laugh, hard.
It was a silver bracelet, a fairly thick chain of loops, and in the middle was a strip of metal, which “Property of Kim Heechul” engraved into it. To be honest, Hankyung hadn’t expected anything like that, but now that he thought about it, he should have.
“Property of Kim Heechul,” he said, and held it up to have a closer look while Heechul smirked at him. “Don’t worry,” he said, as he fastened it around his wrist. “I’ll wear it. I’ll wear it when I need to.”
“Good,” said Heechul. “Just so you don’t worry, I’m going to make you buy me clothes when we go shopping tonight, because you aren’t getting away with spending nothing on me.”
“We’re going shopping tonight?” Hankyung couldn’t remember that arrangement.
“Yes,” said Heechul. “I decided just now.”
“Yes, sir,” said Hankyung, and gave a mock salute.
“You are an absolute bastard,” hissed Kyuhyun when Hankyung sat down at dinner, Heechul having made him buy his lunch and then disappeared off to the library. “The first thing Heechul did was show off to Sungmin, and now I’m in deep trouble because I didn’t think of doing that.”
“What did you get in the end?” Hankyung asked mildly, ignoring the obvious hostility he was being subject to from around the table.
“I bought him a bloody kitten,” said Kyuhyun. “A white one, with a pink collar, and I’m keeping it in my own rooms because he can’t have it in his house, but it’s still his and he gets to see it whenever he comes over. He was happy with that, and then he comes into school and finds out that you’ve given yourself to Heechul and suddenly a kitten isn’t quite enough.”
“Ryeowook was perfectly happy with the teddy bear I got him,” said Yehsung, glaring at him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“Now we all look like bad boyfriends,” said Kangin.
Siwon shrugged. “Xiao Li was perfectly happy with her necklace,” he said, as the girl ate silently beside him. She glanced up when she heard her name.
“What?” She asked, in Korean.
“You like your necklace,” said Siwon in slow Korean, pointing to it.
“Yes,” said Xiao Li, nodding, and glancing around the rest of the table.
“See?” Siwon looked triumphantly at everyone, and then returned to his meal.
“That’s because she doesn’t know what Hankyung got Heechul,” pointed out Donghae. “She’s not going to understand.”
“Hangeng,” said Xiao Li, and made a desperate motion with her hand. “What present?”
“He gave himself,” said Siwon.
“I’m his slave for the day,” explained Hankyung in Chinese.
“Oh,” said Xiao Li, and then laughed. “That’s silly,” she said in Chinese, and then repeated the last word in Korean, and leant back in her chair and took a drink.
“What?” Eunhyuk looked at her as if she was mad, as Shindong looked taken aback. “That’s it?”
“Apparently,” said Hankyung.
“I just thought you should know,” said Shindong, leaning over and patting Siwon sympathetically on the hand. “Your girlfriend is mad.”
“My girlfriend is fantastic,” said Siwon with a grin.
“I hate you too,” said Kyuhyun miserably, slumping in his seat.
There was silence for a few minutes as everyone glared at Hankyung, and Kyuhyun made pitiful noises. Suddenly, Sungmin appeared out of nowhere, giving everyone a shock, and especially Kyuhyun, as he was accosted by Sungmin’s arms. “Kyuhyun,” trilled Sungmin brightly, hugging him. “Can I come over tonight and see my kitten?”
“What?” Kyuhyun looked at him, surprised, and didn’t seem to notice that if Sungmin twisted his arms just a little more, then Kyuhyun would probably have a very broken neck. Or at least be strangled. “I thought you were annoyed at me.”
“I thought about it,” said Sungmin seriously, and he sat down next to Kyuhyun. “And the more I think about it, the more I’d rather have a kitten.”
“That’s nice to know,” said Kyuhyun sarcastically. “You love small fluffy animals more than me, is that what you’re saying?”
“Everyone loves small fluffy animals more than you,” said Yehsung with a grin.
“Yes,” said Sungmin, still in that same serious tone. “I’d rather have a kitten than have you be my slave for the day.”
Kyuhyun stared at him. “Sometimes,” he said, in a resigned tone of voice, “I wonder why I even bother.”
“Because you love me,” said Sungmin, and nodded matter-of-factly.
“Here,” said Heechul the second Hankyung walked into the classroom. “Carry these,” and he pushed a large book of fairy tales and a box of chocolates into Hankyung’s arms.
“Fine,” said Hankyung, and slipped the book into his bag, and then looked carefully at the box of chocolates. “Where did you get these?” He asked, slightly confused.
“Some girl in the corridor gave me them,” said Heechul absent-mindedly, looking in his desk for something. “Quite pretty, actually, if you like that sort of thing.”
“Which you don’t,” said Hankyung, because Heechul would have been more excited if it was a tall pretty boy who handed him a box of chocolates. “It’s not very fair to take things off people when you know that they’ve got no chance.”
“It’s worse to reject them,” said Heechul, and looked carefully at Hankyung. “Are you jealous?”
“No,” said Hankyung, looking at him like he was mad. “I’m worried that that poor girl is going to get the completely wrong idea.”
“You worry too much,” said Heechul, as he sat down in the chair beside Hankyung’s desk. “She got to talk to me, and I get a nice box of chocolates. What could be bad about that?”
“Nothing, I suppose,” said Hankyung, and he sat down too. He wasn’t jealous. Or, at least, he didn’t think he was.
“Hey, Hankyung,” said Heechul, deceptively casual, as he leant his head on his hand on the desk. “Are sexual favours involved in that ‘anything within reason’?”
“I don’t know,” said Hankyung, and he stood up and walked over to Heechul, put his hands on his shoulders, and leant down close to talk quietly in Heechul’s ear. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Heechul shivered slightly, so slight that if Hankyung hadn’t of been touching him at that precise moment, he would never have known, but he didn’t miss the wide eyed look Heechul gave him, and he couldn’t help but feel that somehow, the tables had been turned, and somehow, he liked it.
Chapter: 24/25
Fandom: Super Junior AU (High School)
Pairing: Hankyung/crossdressing!Heechul (main), Kangin/Eeteuk, Kibum/Donghae, Yehsung/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun/Sungmin, bestfriends!Eunhae.
Word count: 3,433
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Coming into a strange new world can be strange enough. Unfortunately, someone’s forgotten to tell Hankyung something Very Important.
A/N: Side stories? Yes. Side story with Hanchul Valentine Day shenanigans? Probably. NC-17 Hanchul first time? Possibly. Writing something like this again? Absolutely no.
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21 / Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 / Chapter 24 / Chapter 25
“I love Valentine’s day,” said Sungmin happily on the first of February, when there was still two weeks to go until the actual event. Hankyung saw what Kyuhyun had meant by the hints not being particularly veiled, but he didn’t think Sungmin would recognise subtle even if it danced in front of him naked with a sign around its neck, saying “My name is Subtle, why don’t you try me?”
“I know you do,” said Kyuhyun, and rolled his eyes.
“Valentine’s day,” said Xiao Li in Korean, and then made a few movements with her hands. “Presents?” she tried, and smiled sheepishly.
“Yes,” said Heechul. “Siwon will get you a present.”
“I forgot about Valentine’s day,” said Siwon, with a worried expression on his face.
“How can you forget about Valentine’s day?” Sungmin asked, looking confused. “It’s my favourite time of the year. It even beats Christmas.”
“You’re insane, though,” said Kangin.
“Everyone pays me lots of attention, and I get a lot of presents and pink things,” said Sungmin happily. “What could possibly be bad about it?”
“I’ll tell you what’s bad about it,” said Kangin, poking at his noodles. “It means that poor sods like us have to go out and buy things that hold no sentimental value, just because people say we have to.”
“You don’t have to get me anything, you know,” said Eeteuk, his voice muffled through the face mask that he still wore while his cold cleared up.
“You say that,” said Kangin, and while he sounded annoyed, he grinned at Eeteuk, “but if I didn’t have anything that spare room would end up being used.”
“Valentine’s day was invented to inflict pain on men,” said Eunhyuk miserably. “Even if you don’t have a girlfriend, there’s still the embarrassment of sending a card to the girl you like.”
“It’s a ploy by card companies and gift makers to make stupid people buy things to make them feel better about themselves,” said Heechul, in that cynical way he had about all things romantic.
“So we aren’t doing Valentine’s day then?” Hankyung asked hopefully. Heechul looked at him like he was insane.
“Of course we’re doing Valentine’s day,” he said. “It’s an excuse to get more presents. I’m just saying, the things we give should hold actual value, and not just be the usual flowers and stupid pink hearts. If you’re going to give someone a gift, then you should put actual thought into it.”
For Hankyung, all this meant was there were now around a hundred new mines that he had to avoid, and he was treading on eggshells no matter which way he went. It was unfortunate that Siwon also didn’t have a clue what he was doing, because he didn’t have a clue what to get Xiao Li - or, at least, he did have, and what Heechul had said had confirmed in his mind that a bunch of roses were not a Good Idea. In the end, they had to go to Kyuhyun, figuring that he would know what to do, because he’d been dating Sungmin for two years and must have some experience to share with them.
“Don’t ask me,” said Kyuhyun, waving them away. “I’m too busy trying to come up with something that I haven’t already given Sungmin for his birthday, Christmas or another Valentine’s day. He keeps everything, and if he hasn’t kept it, then he’ll remember that I’ve already bought it.”
“We need you to give us ideas,” wailed Siwon.
“I need you to give me ideas,” retorted Kyuhyun. “There are only so many pink things in the world.”
“I can’t believe you ever thought roses were a good idea,” said Kibum when they asked him. “That’s the most clichéd present in cliché.”
“Well, what are you doing?” Siwon gave a little tantrum, quickly moving from one foot to the other in impatience.
“We don’t do anything for Valentine’s day,” said Kibum, looking at him as though he was quite mad.
“This is ridiculous,” said Siwon, as they walked home together that night. “You’ve been going out with Heechul for almost six months, you’d think you’d be able to come up with something to get him for Valentine’s day.”
“Going out with Heechul is like going out with a walking time bomb,” said Hankyung. “One wrong move and the next thing you know, you’re single and living in a box on a street corner or something.”
“Wow,” said Siwon dryly. “Is that how you see your life without Heechul?”
“No,” said Hankyung. “That’s how I see my life if I do something to annoy Heechul. My life without Heechul is full of rainbows and happiness, and there’s no such thing as Valentine’s day.”
“We should go shopping together again,” decided Siwon in an optimistic voice. “Like we did with Heechul’s birthday.”
“I will only agree to this if you promise to not make me go into girly shops like that last time,” said Hankyung. “That left me scarred for life.”
“Fine,” said Siwon, and didn’t keep his promise one little bit on Saturday, when Hankyung found himself surrounded by pink things and fluffy things and flowery things that made his head spin and think thank god I’m going out with a boy. In the end, there wasn’t anything personal enough in any of the shops, and so they wandered along to the market that was going on in the cheaper part of the shopping district, hoping to find something there. Siwon was lucky - he stopped by chance at a jewellery stall, where he picked out a delicate gold chain with a jade Chinese dragon on it. Hankyung had to admit that it was a beautiful piece of jewellery, and he sighed as it was put into a paper bag for Siwon to carry.
“I wish I was going out with Xiao Li,” he said. “She’s so easy to buy for.”
Siwon looked worried at that. “You don’t think it looks like I’ve just bought the first thing I’ve found, do you?” He asked, peering in the bag at the miniature dragon.
“I think it’s great,” said Hankyung. “That’s the problem. If you’ve got something so good, then Heechul’s going to want something just as good.”
“I’ve told you before,” said Siwon. “Heechul’s not material.”
“Okay,” admitted Hankyung. “I want it to be good.”
“And now we get to the heart of the matter,” said Siwon with a grin. “You want it to be good to show Heechul that you care.”
“You can be soppy sometimes,” said Hankyung grudgingly. “But yes, I suppose so.”
“Try looking for something unusual,” said Siwon, looking at a stall selling mobile phone charms.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Hankyung asked, annoyed.
By the weekend before Valentine’s day on the Wednesday, Hankyung still did not have a single clue as to what to get Heechul, save for a card that proclaimed that they should never do Valentine’s day ever again. He didn’t think that that would go down too well with Heechul, so he scrapped that idea and went back to the drawing board.
“It should be something from the bottom of your heart,” said Xiao Li, when Hankyung asked her. “Something that you’ve really thought about.”
“I’ve tried thinking hard about it,” said Hankyung. “I’ve thought about it for almost two weeks, and I still can’t come up with anything.”
“Maybe you should hand make something,” suggested Xiao Li. “I can help you, if you want.”
Except Xiao Li had made some biscuits a few weeks back in her home skills class, which no one had been able to eat, not even Siwon, who had bravely tried and managed to eat half of one before Xiao Li took pity on him and took it off him and put the rest in the bin. Hankyung dreaded to think of what would happen if she tried to help him make chocolate or anything like that.
“No, thank you,” said Hankyung quickly. “I’ll come up with something else.”
“Okay,” said Xiao Li, and she seemed relieved about his answer too. “What’s Siyuan getting me?” Hankyung opened his mouth to answer before he realised what the question was, and he walked off before she could ask again.
It wasn’t until Tuesday night that Hankyung actually came up with something. To be honest, he’d had the idea a week earlier, but shoved it to the back of his mind because he felt it was slightly stupid and probably wouldn’t work. Heechul had proven to be so hard to buy for that he was forced to do it. For Hankyung, there was nothing out there that he could buy, because Valentine’s day was supposed to be about love and romance, and Heechul didn’t like that, and Hankyung couldn’t do that.
He sent a text message to Heechul to tell him to come into school early so he could give him his present before everyone else arrived. If it was going to work, then no one else could be around, and he needed to give it to him before school, or else there was no point in doing it. As he pressed send, a worried feeling bubbled up in his stomach, but he guessed that it was bit late to do anything about it now.
“Hello,” said Heechul when he came up to school the next morning, yawning widely. “This had better be one great present to get me up so early.”
“It’s a crap present,” said Hankyung, and he sat down on the wall outside the school and dropped his bag on the floor. “It’s a crap present and I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“That’s a shame,” said Heechul brightly. “My present’s absolutely fantastic.”
“Just so you know,” Hankyung told him, as he rummaged around in his bag, “next year I’m breaking up with you just for Valentine’s day so I never have to go through that again.”
“Just give it me and stop complaining,” said Heechul, tapping his foot against the ground in impatience. Hankyung pulled out a large white envelope, which Heechul took, and then he seemed to look for more, but that was it, and Hankyung motioned for him to open it. “Okay,” said Heechul slowly, and tore along the top, to reveal a plain piece of paper, a hand written message on it in pink pen.
“Because I couldn’t think of anything to get you,” read Heechul, “I give you myself. I will do whatever you want me to do for the entire day, until midnight. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
“I can’t believe I’ve done this,” said Hankyung, and buried his face in his hands.
“That is so corny,” said Heechul, and he sounded amused but Hankyung couldn’t actually see through his hands.
“Give it back,” he said, and he sat up and reached out for the piece of paper. “Give it back, and I’ll buy you whatever you what at the weekend. Just give it back and never mention it again.”
“No,” said Heechul, and held the paper away from him with a smirk. “I like the sound of it.”
“No you don’t,” said Hankyung desperately, and made a grab for it.
“Yes,” said Heechul, holding it behind his back with one hand, and stepping closer and playing with the hair at the back of Hankyung’s neck with the other. “I do.”
“Oh,” said Hankyung.
“Oh,” agreed Heechul, and kissed him, body pressed up against Hankyung’s, as Hankyung rested his hands on his hips. They pulled away to a light cough, Eeteuk smiling at them as Kangin walked up behind, having been parking the car.
“I don’t want to have the conversation with you two that I had to have with Kibum and Donghae,” he said, a fake disappointed expression on his face. “Once was quite enough.”
“What conversation?” Hankyung can’t really focus on anything, because Heechul’s hand is still playing with his hair.
“The one about not having sex in public places,” said Eeteuk, and Hankyung had a coughing fit as the older boy walked into the school, laughing at him.
“There’s a thought,” said Heechul, his hand still absent-mindedly fiddling with Hankyung’s hair. “I wonder where would be a good place to have sex in school.”
“I’m not having sex in school!” Hankyung stared at him in complete shock, as the thoughtful expression on Heechul’s face morphed into an amused one that didn’t promise good things for Hankyung.
Heechul held the paper up and waved it in front of his face. “Anything,” he said in a sing-song voice.
“Anything within reason,” protested Hankyung.
“It doesn’t say that on the paper,” pointed out Heechul. “It says anything here.”
“I’m not,” said Hankyung, and while he’s fairly sure that Heechul is just joking with him, he’s still going to protest because if he doesn’t, Heechul will probably take that joke and make it serious, and then Hankyung won’t be able to get out of it because he didn’t say anything to begin with. “I’m not having sex at school, Heechul.”
“You’re no fun,” said Heechul, and pouted, but he put the paper carefully in his bag, and then made Hankyung carry it around for the rest of the day.
They walked into school together, when it’s still fairly quiet and the only ones who are in are those with clean up duty or who come in early to study. It felt slightly weird; Hankyung was used to noise and chaos, but he liked it like this. There was something private about it, about the way that Heechul paused outside the classroom and reached out and pulled him back by the arm.
“I forgot,” he said. “I forgot to give you my present.”
Hankyung stopped and looked at him, expectantly. “Okay,” he said, and held out his hands for it.
“You have to wear it,” said Heechul. “Even if it’s just for today. You have to wear it because I said you have to.”
“Okay,” said Hankyung, and now he really regretted his present, as Heechul took his bag back off him and pulled a thin silver box out. Hankyung took it, pulled out the middle bit, and then started to laugh, hard.
It was a silver bracelet, a fairly thick chain of loops, and in the middle was a strip of metal, which “Property of Kim Heechul” engraved into it. To be honest, Hankyung hadn’t expected anything like that, but now that he thought about it, he should have.
“Property of Kim Heechul,” he said, and held it up to have a closer look while Heechul smirked at him. “Don’t worry,” he said, as he fastened it around his wrist. “I’ll wear it. I’ll wear it when I need to.”
“Good,” said Heechul. “Just so you don’t worry, I’m going to make you buy me clothes when we go shopping tonight, because you aren’t getting away with spending nothing on me.”
“We’re going shopping tonight?” Hankyung couldn’t remember that arrangement.
“Yes,” said Heechul. “I decided just now.”
“Yes, sir,” said Hankyung, and gave a mock salute.
“You are an absolute bastard,” hissed Kyuhyun when Hankyung sat down at dinner, Heechul having made him buy his lunch and then disappeared off to the library. “The first thing Heechul did was show off to Sungmin, and now I’m in deep trouble because I didn’t think of doing that.”
“What did you get in the end?” Hankyung asked mildly, ignoring the obvious hostility he was being subject to from around the table.
“I bought him a bloody kitten,” said Kyuhyun. “A white one, with a pink collar, and I’m keeping it in my own rooms because he can’t have it in his house, but it’s still his and he gets to see it whenever he comes over. He was happy with that, and then he comes into school and finds out that you’ve given yourself to Heechul and suddenly a kitten isn’t quite enough.”
“Ryeowook was perfectly happy with the teddy bear I got him,” said Yehsung, glaring at him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“Now we all look like bad boyfriends,” said Kangin.
Siwon shrugged. “Xiao Li was perfectly happy with her necklace,” he said, as the girl ate silently beside him. She glanced up when she heard her name.
“What?” She asked, in Korean.
“You like your necklace,” said Siwon in slow Korean, pointing to it.
“Yes,” said Xiao Li, nodding, and glancing around the rest of the table.
“See?” Siwon looked triumphantly at everyone, and then returned to his meal.
“That’s because she doesn’t know what Hankyung got Heechul,” pointed out Donghae. “She’s not going to understand.”
“Hangeng,” said Xiao Li, and made a desperate motion with her hand. “What present?”
“He gave himself,” said Siwon.
“I’m his slave for the day,” explained Hankyung in Chinese.
“Oh,” said Xiao Li, and then laughed. “That’s silly,” she said in Chinese, and then repeated the last word in Korean, and leant back in her chair and took a drink.
“What?” Eunhyuk looked at her as if she was mad, as Shindong looked taken aback. “That’s it?”
“Apparently,” said Hankyung.
“I just thought you should know,” said Shindong, leaning over and patting Siwon sympathetically on the hand. “Your girlfriend is mad.”
“My girlfriend is fantastic,” said Siwon with a grin.
“I hate you too,” said Kyuhyun miserably, slumping in his seat.
There was silence for a few minutes as everyone glared at Hankyung, and Kyuhyun made pitiful noises. Suddenly, Sungmin appeared out of nowhere, giving everyone a shock, and especially Kyuhyun, as he was accosted by Sungmin’s arms. “Kyuhyun,” trilled Sungmin brightly, hugging him. “Can I come over tonight and see my kitten?”
“What?” Kyuhyun looked at him, surprised, and didn’t seem to notice that if Sungmin twisted his arms just a little more, then Kyuhyun would probably have a very broken neck. Or at least be strangled. “I thought you were annoyed at me.”
“I thought about it,” said Sungmin seriously, and he sat down next to Kyuhyun. “And the more I think about it, the more I’d rather have a kitten.”
“That’s nice to know,” said Kyuhyun sarcastically. “You love small fluffy animals more than me, is that what you’re saying?”
“Everyone loves small fluffy animals more than you,” said Yehsung with a grin.
“Yes,” said Sungmin, still in that same serious tone. “I’d rather have a kitten than have you be my slave for the day.”
Kyuhyun stared at him. “Sometimes,” he said, in a resigned tone of voice, “I wonder why I even bother.”
“Because you love me,” said Sungmin, and nodded matter-of-factly.
“Here,” said Heechul the second Hankyung walked into the classroom. “Carry these,” and he pushed a large book of fairy tales and a box of chocolates into Hankyung’s arms.
“Fine,” said Hankyung, and slipped the book into his bag, and then looked carefully at the box of chocolates. “Where did you get these?” He asked, slightly confused.
“Some girl in the corridor gave me them,” said Heechul absent-mindedly, looking in his desk for something. “Quite pretty, actually, if you like that sort of thing.”
“Which you don’t,” said Hankyung, because Heechul would have been more excited if it was a tall pretty boy who handed him a box of chocolates. “It’s not very fair to take things off people when you know that they’ve got no chance.”
“It’s worse to reject them,” said Heechul, and looked carefully at Hankyung. “Are you jealous?”
“No,” said Hankyung, looking at him like he was mad. “I’m worried that that poor girl is going to get the completely wrong idea.”
“You worry too much,” said Heechul, as he sat down in the chair beside Hankyung’s desk. “She got to talk to me, and I get a nice box of chocolates. What could be bad about that?”
“Nothing, I suppose,” said Hankyung, and he sat down too. He wasn’t jealous. Or, at least, he didn’t think he was.
“Hey, Hankyung,” said Heechul, deceptively casual, as he leant his head on his hand on the desk. “Are sexual favours involved in that ‘anything within reason’?”
“I don’t know,” said Hankyung, and he stood up and walked over to Heechul, put his hands on his shoulders, and leant down close to talk quietly in Heechul’s ear. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Heechul shivered slightly, so slight that if Hankyung hadn’t of been touching him at that precise moment, he would never have known, but he didn’t miss the wide eyed look Heechul gave him, and he couldn’t help but feel that somehow, the tables had been turned, and somehow, he liked it.