In Search Of Warmth
Title: In Search Of Warmth
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Slight Angst, One-Shot
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: I don’t own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Heechul is cold. Hankyung is warm.
It’s cold. Ridiculously cold, in fact. So cold that I am certain if I lay in this bed another second, they will find my frozen corpse here in the morning.
What’s worse, I know that it’s even MORE cold outside my blankets. And because I have a thing about wearing socks in bed…(yuck!)…I refused to wear them and now my feet are blocks of ice.
My teeth are chattering and I’m so frustrated I can barely think. I know that they said the heat would come back on in a few hours, and that maintenance was working to get it back on, but that was hours ago and it’s still freezing in here. It’s 2am and I’ve been lying here since midnight, freezing my ass off.
They gave us extra blankets to make it through the night, but they’re crappy, thin blankets and “everyone has to share!” Leeteuk had chimed happily. Gritting my teeth, I wonder if he’s nice and warm now or wishing he’d stolen another blanket like I had tried to.
Everyone has to share.
I wonder whether or not Hankyung is warm. He always seems to be warmer than me. Then again he’s got more muscles and darker skin than me. He smells good, too.
Stop it, Heechul.
*sigh*
I lay there for a few more minutes, contemplating my sorry death from frostbite. I have so many fans. They’ll be so disappointed and heartbroken if I die! And the others…what will they do without their Star Kim Hee Chul? It would surely be the end of Super Junior.
I have too much to live for than to lie here being stubborn and freeze to death for it.
Sighing, I sit up and grit my teeth against the horrible icy cold sensation of the floor. Sure enough, it feels like white fire against the sensitive bottoms of my feet. Gasping and dancing around like a fool, I wait until my feet acclimate to the stone cold floor. Okay so it’s actually just wood, but it feels like stone.
From their bed box on the floor, Heebum and Bangshin look up at me blearily.
“Traitors!” I scowl at them. “If you’d come laid on my bed with me I wouldn’t have to be doing this!”
Heebum lays his head back down and curls inwards, ignoring me. I glare at Bangshin and he has the decency to at least look a little bit ashamed. I pull the blankets around me and yank open my bedroom door. I am met with a wave of freezing cold air that nearly steals the breath from my lungs.
Swearing every inch of the way, I tiptoe down the hall towards Hankyung’s door. Biting my lip and praying he answers before I die out here, I bang on the door once or twice.
“Hankyung? Hankyung, are you awake?” I whisper as loudly as I dare. Seconds tick by and there is no answer. I am starting to lose feeling in my toes and fingers. “Hankyung!” I practically shout. “Open the door!”
It takes a little bit, but I finally hear him moving around in his room. The door flies open a few seconds later, and he’s there staring at me in confusion.
“Hyung? What’s the matter? Is everything okay?”
“I’m freeeeeeeezing! Can I come in and can you help me warm up a little?” I give him my best pathetic look. To date it has never failed to get me what I want, especially from him.
“Of course.” He says, stepping back. “I’m cold too. I thought they’d have it fixed by now.”
I step by him into his chaotic but comfortable looking room. It always amuses me how he can be so messy yet know where everything is. He shuts the door and comes to stand by me, giving me a skeptical look.
“I don’t think there’s enough room on my bed for both of us.” He points out. He’s right, but I haven’t just braved nearly artic temperatures to be turned away now.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course there is. I don’t take up much room. Do I?” I give him a pointed look, and he blushes adorably for a moment.
“No of course not! That’s not what I was saying….I just….ummm….”
“Hannie I’m FREEZING! Please can we talk in your bed? My toes are about to fall off from frostbite!” I start jumping up and down to illustrate my point. It doesn’t help.
He looks as ashamed as Bangshin did, and quickly turns around and crawls back into his bed under the sheets and blankets. He presses his back against the wall and holds the sheets and blankets up for me. Quickly I jump into bed with him and he closes the blankets around us.
“Holy SHIT!” he yelps as my feet make contact with his. “Your feet are like ice!”
“I told you that!” I wail at him. “I was going to die in there by myself!”
He starts muttering something in Chinese that I can only assume is some insult against me but there’s nothing I can do about it because I don’t know Chinese. He begins rubbing my arms vigorously, and I close my eyes, burrowing myself into his chest. It feels good, and I was right….he does smell nice.
My teeth are still chattering but at least I can feel the weight of our combined blankets and the heat from his skin beginning to finally bring feeling back to my body. I close my eyes and sigh because it’s nice to be held, and it’s nice that he didn’t throw me out.
“Thank you.” I say quietly, because I don’t know what else to say.
“You’re welcome. Do you feel better?”
I nod, because my eyes are closed and just at this moment, I don’t want to look at him. I’ll give myself away and that would be very bad.
“Goodnight.” I say instead. He wraps his arms around me as if it were as natural as breathing and settles against me comfortably.
“Goodnight, hyung.” He whispers, and then I’m drifting in blissful warmth and the feeling of his breath against my cheek. Despite the lingering cold being chased away by him, I fall asleep in minutes.
What felt like exactly six seconds later, I hear the sound of someone laughing. I drag open my eyelids and am stunned to see sunshine pouring through the window. Groggy and annoyed, I look up to see who is laughing.
Kangin is standing in the doorway to Hankyung’s room, his arms crossed over his chest and a maniacal grin spread across his face.
“Good morning, Princess.” He cackles.
“Fuck off, Kangin.” I say, pulling the blankets that smell like Hankyung up over my face, determined to ignore him and go back to sleep. I can feel Hankyung’s arms still around me, one of his hands resting gently on my hip.
I hate Kim Youngwoon more in that moment than I have ever hated him before. Why did he have to come in here and ruin this perfection?
“It’s time to get up, lovebirds. We have a shoot downtown in a few hours.” Kangin says, still sounding highly amused.
“All right.” I hear Hankyung say, and I marvel at how calm he sounds. “We’ll get up.”
I hear Kangin shut the door but not before he remarks about how gay we look. But I am too warm and too comfortable and not inclined to let Hankyung go anywhere yet. I move my arms up and around his waist and press my forehead against his neck.
“You saved my life last night.” I say, smiling a little.
“You wouldn’t have died.” He chuckles slightly.
“Yes I would have! You don’t understand, it was like the arctic in my room! They would have had to take an ice pick to pry me off the bed and take me to the morgue.”
He laughs a little at my drama. “Are you warmer now?”
“Mmhm.”
“We have to get up.”
“No we don’t. They’ll wait for us.” I move my head up and finally look at him. He looks perfect and sweet and handsome. He looks warm and safe and kind. I want to kiss him so badly I can almost taste it. Before I know it I’m moving towards him like he’s a magnet and I think that I will kiss him, because I want to so much. I have wanted to for so long….
But there’s an unmistakable hesitation in his eyes that stops me, burning a hole down into my chest that isn’t the kind of warmth I want. I stop and realize what that means.
You just gave yourself away, Kim Heechul.
I pull away before I make a bigger fool of myself. I hate that he can do this to me. I hate that the warmth in his eyes makes me want to give up everything I’ve made myself into - to tear down every wall I built and let him see who I really am. I hate that he makes me weak like this. And worse, I hate that look of hesitation in his eyes.
I sit up a little and force a smile on my face that hides how I’m feeling.
“I guess we’d better get up before he comes back. Or worse, sends Teukie after us.”
He doesn’t say anything in response, but just looks at me. I stand up and hiss at the coldness of the floor on my feet, but it does wonders to clear my head. Grasping at the façade that I have perfected, I grin at him and grab a pillow and throw it at his head.
“Go on, get up and make me some Beijing fried rice for breakfast.”
And then I’m running out of his room towards the cold safety of my own, because I am Korea’s Great Space Star Kim Hee Chul, and I can’t be in love with Han Geng from China.
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Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Slight Angst, One-Shot
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: I don’t own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Heechul is cold. Hankyung is warm.
It’s cold. Ridiculously cold, in fact. So cold that I am certain if I lay in this bed another second, they will find my frozen corpse here in the morning.
What’s worse, I know that it’s even MORE cold outside my blankets. And because I have a thing about wearing socks in bed…(yuck!)…I refused to wear them and now my feet are blocks of ice.
My teeth are chattering and I’m so frustrated I can barely think. I know that they said the heat would come back on in a few hours, and that maintenance was working to get it back on, but that was hours ago and it’s still freezing in here. It’s 2am and I’ve been lying here since midnight, freezing my ass off.
They gave us extra blankets to make it through the night, but they’re crappy, thin blankets and “everyone has to share!” Leeteuk had chimed happily. Gritting my teeth, I wonder if he’s nice and warm now or wishing he’d stolen another blanket like I had tried to.
Everyone has to share.
I wonder whether or not Hankyung is warm. He always seems to be warmer than me. Then again he’s got more muscles and darker skin than me. He smells good, too.
Stop it, Heechul.
*sigh*
I lay there for a few more minutes, contemplating my sorry death from frostbite. I have so many fans. They’ll be so disappointed and heartbroken if I die! And the others…what will they do without their Star Kim Hee Chul? It would surely be the end of Super Junior.
I have too much to live for than to lie here being stubborn and freeze to death for it.
Sighing, I sit up and grit my teeth against the horrible icy cold sensation of the floor. Sure enough, it feels like white fire against the sensitive bottoms of my feet. Gasping and dancing around like a fool, I wait until my feet acclimate to the stone cold floor. Okay so it’s actually just wood, but it feels like stone.
From their bed box on the floor, Heebum and Bangshin look up at me blearily.
“Traitors!” I scowl at them. “If you’d come laid on my bed with me I wouldn’t have to be doing this!”
Heebum lays his head back down and curls inwards, ignoring me. I glare at Bangshin and he has the decency to at least look a little bit ashamed. I pull the blankets around me and yank open my bedroom door. I am met with a wave of freezing cold air that nearly steals the breath from my lungs.
Swearing every inch of the way, I tiptoe down the hall towards Hankyung’s door. Biting my lip and praying he answers before I die out here, I bang on the door once or twice.
“Hankyung? Hankyung, are you awake?” I whisper as loudly as I dare. Seconds tick by and there is no answer. I am starting to lose feeling in my toes and fingers. “Hankyung!” I practically shout. “Open the door!”
It takes a little bit, but I finally hear him moving around in his room. The door flies open a few seconds later, and he’s there staring at me in confusion.
“Hyung? What’s the matter? Is everything okay?”
“I’m freeeeeeeezing! Can I come in and can you help me warm up a little?” I give him my best pathetic look. To date it has never failed to get me what I want, especially from him.
“Of course.” He says, stepping back. “I’m cold too. I thought they’d have it fixed by now.”
I step by him into his chaotic but comfortable looking room. It always amuses me how he can be so messy yet know where everything is. He shuts the door and comes to stand by me, giving me a skeptical look.
“I don’t think there’s enough room on my bed for both of us.” He points out. He’s right, but I haven’t just braved nearly artic temperatures to be turned away now.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course there is. I don’t take up much room. Do I?” I give him a pointed look, and he blushes adorably for a moment.
“No of course not! That’s not what I was saying….I just….ummm….”
“Hannie I’m FREEZING! Please can we talk in your bed? My toes are about to fall off from frostbite!” I start jumping up and down to illustrate my point. It doesn’t help.
He looks as ashamed as Bangshin did, and quickly turns around and crawls back into his bed under the sheets and blankets. He presses his back against the wall and holds the sheets and blankets up for me. Quickly I jump into bed with him and he closes the blankets around us.
“Holy SHIT!” he yelps as my feet make contact with his. “Your feet are like ice!”
“I told you that!” I wail at him. “I was going to die in there by myself!”
He starts muttering something in Chinese that I can only assume is some insult against me but there’s nothing I can do about it because I don’t know Chinese. He begins rubbing my arms vigorously, and I close my eyes, burrowing myself into his chest. It feels good, and I was right….he does smell nice.
My teeth are still chattering but at least I can feel the weight of our combined blankets and the heat from his skin beginning to finally bring feeling back to my body. I close my eyes and sigh because it’s nice to be held, and it’s nice that he didn’t throw me out.
“Thank you.” I say quietly, because I don’t know what else to say.
“You’re welcome. Do you feel better?”
I nod, because my eyes are closed and just at this moment, I don’t want to look at him. I’ll give myself away and that would be very bad.
“Goodnight.” I say instead. He wraps his arms around me as if it were as natural as breathing and settles against me comfortably.
“Goodnight, hyung.” He whispers, and then I’m drifting in blissful warmth and the feeling of his breath against my cheek. Despite the lingering cold being chased away by him, I fall asleep in minutes.
What felt like exactly six seconds later, I hear the sound of someone laughing. I drag open my eyelids and am stunned to see sunshine pouring through the window. Groggy and annoyed, I look up to see who is laughing.
Kangin is standing in the doorway to Hankyung’s room, his arms crossed over his chest and a maniacal grin spread across his face.
“Good morning, Princess.” He cackles.
“Fuck off, Kangin.” I say, pulling the blankets that smell like Hankyung up over my face, determined to ignore him and go back to sleep. I can feel Hankyung’s arms still around me, one of his hands resting gently on my hip.
I hate Kim Youngwoon more in that moment than I have ever hated him before. Why did he have to come in here and ruin this perfection?
“It’s time to get up, lovebirds. We have a shoot downtown in a few hours.” Kangin says, still sounding highly amused.
“All right.” I hear Hankyung say, and I marvel at how calm he sounds. “We’ll get up.”
I hear Kangin shut the door but not before he remarks about how gay we look. But I am too warm and too comfortable and not inclined to let Hankyung go anywhere yet. I move my arms up and around his waist and press my forehead against his neck.
“You saved my life last night.” I say, smiling a little.
“You wouldn’t have died.” He chuckles slightly.
“Yes I would have! You don’t understand, it was like the arctic in my room! They would have had to take an ice pick to pry me off the bed and take me to the morgue.”
He laughs a little at my drama. “Are you warmer now?”
“Mmhm.”
“We have to get up.”
“No we don’t. They’ll wait for us.” I move my head up and finally look at him. He looks perfect and sweet and handsome. He looks warm and safe and kind. I want to kiss him so badly I can almost taste it. Before I know it I’m moving towards him like he’s a magnet and I think that I will kiss him, because I want to so much. I have wanted to for so long….
But there’s an unmistakable hesitation in his eyes that stops me, burning a hole down into my chest that isn’t the kind of warmth I want. I stop and realize what that means.
You just gave yourself away, Kim Heechul.
I pull away before I make a bigger fool of myself. I hate that he can do this to me. I hate that the warmth in his eyes makes me want to give up everything I’ve made myself into - to tear down every wall I built and let him see who I really am. I hate that he makes me weak like this. And worse, I hate that look of hesitation in his eyes.
I sit up a little and force a smile on my face that hides how I’m feeling.
“I guess we’d better get up before he comes back. Or worse, sends Teukie after us.”
He doesn’t say anything in response, but just looks at me. I stand up and hiss at the coldness of the floor on my feet, but it does wonders to clear my head. Grasping at the façade that I have perfected, I grin at him and grab a pillow and throw it at his head.
“Go on, get up and make me some Beijing fried rice for breakfast.”
And then I’m running out of his room towards the cold safety of my own, because I am Korea’s Great Space Star Kim Hee Chul, and I can’t be in love with Han Geng from China.
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