Request Filled: "Pomegranate Fluency"
Hankyung/Heechul
Requested by: tsukikipin
Rating: PG, with slight instances of light swearing.
Genre: Fluff
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Note: This was inspired partially by an old-ish CF I saw the other day, by Lee Junki (the mentioned actor from King and the Clown). It's actually very cute in of itself, so if you don't understand the fic or haven't seen it yet, go watch it quickly on Youtube ^^ It really made me think of Heechul, and you might see why.
Nowadays, when Hankyung "couldn't understand" something, it was an act.
Not this time.
As his lover pulled him out of bed without warning and proceeded to drag him down the hallway, he had no idea what the hell was going on. Jolted awake so abruptly, he had simply rubbed his eyes and stumbled along involuntarily behind Heechul. He'd asked a few times what time it was, where they were going, and/or what was wrong. When no reply came, he figured it was a dream and tried in Mandarin. Which earned his wrist another extra hard jerk (whereupon he decided it wasn't a dream, and it was best to shut up).
The Chinaman found himself being held hostage sitting in front of the television, half asleep, without explanation. A random drama was on, probably some famous re-run or another.He hoped it wouldn't have bored him as much had he been fully conscious.
After about...fifteen...minutes had passed, he garnered the courage to admit to himself he had to pee, and he had to get up to do so, explanation or no explanation. "Chulie-ah," he murmured, hoping the arm wrapped around his was as incapable of breaking his as it seemed. Beginning to shift his body away slowly, he sighed, "What's going on? I need to use--"
Sharp nails dug into his wrist, accompanied with a loud hiss-like shush. He leaned back into the couch, now with crossed legs, determined to stick to the original strategy of silence. Until the drama cut to commercials, and the nails bit again as an ad featuring that guy from...The King and the Clown?...came into view.
"YAH, Heechul, that hurts, that hurts, what's wro--"
"THIS! THIS IS WHAT!" The older man pointed accusingly at the screen with the slender digits not maiming his boyfriend's arm. "Can you believe this?"
Pretty girls like pomegranate...
Pretty girls like pomegranate...
"Well, it's not impressive to be playing piano these days....is it?"
Wrong answer, wrong answer!
"THEY CHOSE HIM FOR THIS CF INSTEAD OF ME! He isn't even half as pretty as me!"
Looking in the mirror makes me feel happy~
Pretty girls....
"I'm probably more beautiful than half of those girls. What the hell sense does that make? And I sing at least that well!"
Oooh.
With a deep breath, Hankyung freed himself, then attempted to still Cinderella's jealous rants with a spontaneous kiss. It sounded mildly fairytale-like after all. Should work, right? "MMFH!"
Once the rain of pummeling fists discontinued their assault on his chest, he decided Heechul was a little more docile and released him. The breathless princess stared at him with those wide, western eyes offset by the surprised red in his cheeks. "What the hell? Why are you doing that?"
"I'm doing it because you're right. You're much prettier."
Prepared this time, Hankyung caught the incoming fist in mid-strike, opening the slender hand to be held in his own. Interlacing his fingers with Heechul's, he didn't try to repress his smile. "We both know you are. They didn't choose you because you're too pretty. Who'd pay attention to a product when you're around?"
His lover opened his mouth, and then closed it again in silence. Dropping his eyelids, he glared somewhat at the television, now securely stationed back onto the awful drama. "Who's teaching you stuff like that...."
"Ah...ah...the restroom!" Parting apologizing with one last peck, Hankyung suddenly sprinted down the hallway. That's way too long to wait to pee after you wake up!!!
Luckily, had he stayed at the "WHAT THE HELL?!" that followed, he'd only have seen his blushing Chulie examining the kiss he'd been left with his fingertips.
"Mah....foreign men are so weird...."
Requested by: tsukikipin
Rating: PG, with slight instances of light swearing.
Genre: Fluff
Request Page here:
( Request's Page and archive thereof!)
Note: This was inspired partially by an old-ish CF I saw the other day, by Lee Junki (the mentioned actor from King and the Clown). It's actually very cute in of itself, so if you don't understand the fic or haven't seen it yet, go watch it quickly on Youtube ^^ It really made me think of Heechul, and you might see why.
Nowadays, when Hankyung "couldn't understand" something, it was an act.
Not this time.
As his lover pulled him out of bed without warning and proceeded to drag him down the hallway, he had no idea what the hell was going on. Jolted awake so abruptly, he had simply rubbed his eyes and stumbled along involuntarily behind Heechul. He'd asked a few times what time it was, where they were going, and/or what was wrong. When no reply came, he figured it was a dream and tried in Mandarin. Which earned his wrist another extra hard jerk (whereupon he decided it wasn't a dream, and it was best to shut up).
The Chinaman found himself being held hostage sitting in front of the television, half asleep, without explanation. A random drama was on, probably some famous re-run or another.He hoped it wouldn't have bored him as much had he been fully conscious.
After about...fifteen...minutes had passed, he garnered the courage to admit to himself he had to pee, and he had to get up to do so, explanation or no explanation. "Chulie-ah," he murmured, hoping the arm wrapped around his was as incapable of breaking his as it seemed. Beginning to shift his body away slowly, he sighed, "What's going on? I need to use--"
Sharp nails dug into his wrist, accompanied with a loud hiss-like shush. He leaned back into the couch, now with crossed legs, determined to stick to the original strategy of silence. Until the drama cut to commercials, and the nails bit again as an ad featuring that guy from...The King and the Clown?...came into view.
"YAH, Heechul, that hurts, that hurts, what's wro--"
"THIS! THIS IS WHAT!" The older man pointed accusingly at the screen with the slender digits not maiming his boyfriend's arm. "Can you believe this?"
Pretty girls like pomegranate...
Pretty girls like pomegranate...
"Well, it's not impressive to be playing piano these days....is it?"
Wrong answer, wrong answer!
"THEY CHOSE HIM FOR THIS CF INSTEAD OF ME! He isn't even half as pretty as me!"
Looking in the mirror makes me feel happy~
Pretty girls....
"I'm probably more beautiful than half of those girls. What the hell sense does that make? And I sing at least that well!"
Oooh.
With a deep breath, Hankyung freed himself, then attempted to still Cinderella's jealous rants with a spontaneous kiss. It sounded mildly fairytale-like after all. Should work, right? "MMFH!"
Once the rain of pummeling fists discontinued their assault on his chest, he decided Heechul was a little more docile and released him. The breathless princess stared at him with those wide, western eyes offset by the surprised red in his cheeks. "What the hell? Why are you doing that?"
"I'm doing it because you're right. You're much prettier."
Prepared this time, Hankyung caught the incoming fist in mid-strike, opening the slender hand to be held in his own. Interlacing his fingers with Heechul's, he didn't try to repress his smile. "We both know you are. They didn't choose you because you're too pretty. Who'd pay attention to a product when you're around?"
His lover opened his mouth, and then closed it again in silence. Dropping his eyelids, he glared somewhat at the television, now securely stationed back onto the awful drama. "Who's teaching you stuff like that...."
"Ah...ah...the restroom!" Parting apologizing with one last peck, Hankyung suddenly sprinted down the hallway. That's way too long to wait to pee after you wake up!!!
Luckily, had he stayed at the "WHAT THE HELL?!" that followed, he'd only have seen his blushing Chulie examining the kiss he'd been left with his fingertips.
"Mah....foreign men are so weird...."