Super Junior {Hankyung/Heechul ; sorry sorry sorry sorry, I don't care about the consequences}
Title: sorry sorry sorry sorry, I don't care about the consequences
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 2,040
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hankyung props his head up, chin resting against the palm of his hand. "The fun has gone out of drinking," he whines. "I want to be about to see, Heechul."
A/N: so like most things I write, this started as one thing and ended up as another. It was originally them being bffs and getting drunk together one night and Heechul moaning about Siwon and Hankyung daydreaming about Sungmin and yeah. Then I got about 200 words in and just went OH WHO AM I KIDDING, THIS IS CLEARLY GOING TO END UP AS HANCHUL DRUNKEN MAKING OUT. Which, you know, it did. No real surprises there. I feel like that title should be the name of a FOB song.
for crazychickencow, because she started the whole thing and then made me finish it even though she'd forgotten all about the damn fic. Also for anyone on my flist who loves Hanchul ♥
sorry sorry sorry sorry, I don't care about the consequences
Somewhere between his sixth drink and Heechul's question of "If Kangin was a shampoo brand, which shampoo brand would he be?", Hankyung forgets himself and bites his own tongue. "Ow," he says, as Heechul collapses into laughter at him. "Ow, that fucking hurt." He's slurring a little both from alcohol and from pain.
"You complete moron," says Heechul snidely.
"You complete fairy," Hankyung retaliates. Heechul sticks his tongue out at him, unblemished. Hankyung tries to look down at his tongue. "Did I draw blood?" he asks around it, peering desperately.
"I can't understand you," says Heechul. "You can't talk like that, you idiot."
"Stop insulting me," says Hankyung, but unfortunately it's around his tongue again and so it's just a incomprehensible mumble that Heechul ignores in favour of pouring another drink. Hankyung groans. "No more," he moans, finally putting his tongue back into his mouth. "No more, 'Chul."
"Don't call me that," snaps Heechul, spilling a little of the beer as he tries to pour it out into a glass. Hankyung puts his head on the table.
"Heenim," he says. "No more, Heenim."
"That's better," says Heechul proudly, and then there's shuffling and the sound of a glass being pushed in Hankyung's direction. "Here," says Heechul. "Drink this."
Hankyung props his head up, chin resting against the palm of his hand. "The fun has gone out of drinking," he whines. "I want to be about to see, Heechul."
"Seeing is overrated," says Heechul, and takes a long sip of his drink, before kicking Hankyung under the table. "Come on, stop being such a lightweight, it's only --" he looks at his watch, squints for a few minutes -- "3.30am," he finishes triumphantly. Hankyung groans. Again.
"Why won't you let me sleep?" he mumbles, and watches as Heechul tips his head back and takes another sip, head tipped back ever so slightly, so Hankyung's eyes are drawn to his throat. "You have pretty skin," he says.
Heechul chokes on his drink, spluttering, wiping quickly at his mouth. "Fuck, Kyung, how much have you had?"
"I don't know," says Hankyung forcefully. "I told you, I can't see."
"Six, then," says Heechul.
"Yeah," agrees Hankyung.
"You're such a lightweight," says Heechul. "Fuck, Donghae can hold his drink better than you."
"Yeah," agrees Hankyung.
"Hey, Kyungie?" Heechul's eyes have a sharp glint in them, amusement rife.
"Yeah?"
"You're an idiot."
"Yeah."
"Oh my god, I can't talk to you when you're like this."
"Yeah."
They both fall silent for a moment, before Heechul jumps and straightens up and shrieks, "MY PELVIS IS VIBRATING."
Hankyung collapses into laughter, almost falling out of his chair, as Heechul fumbles in his pocket for his phone, muttering under his breath about what kind of people are awake at 3.30am and what they are doing texting him at 3.30 in the morning. It's his sister; his face lights up and Hankyung rests his head against the table, watching him as he texts back, at the eager emotion written on his face, the way his fingers fly over the buttons. Heechul laughs at something, and then puts his phone away. "Us," says Hankyung.
"What?" Heechul stares at him blankly.
"We're awake at 3.30 in the morning."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, never mind."
"You never make any sense, you know that?" Heechul is looking at him intensely. "Stop making no sense."
"Well you never make any sense either," says Hankyung, aware that he's kind of losing whatever battle they are waging. As usual. "You're just impossible and I don't even like you. At all."
"Lies!" announces Heechul, and then leaps into song, singing that Big Bang song, only he might have the wrong words. Hankyung is fairly certain Heechul is singing the wrong words, but he's drunk and can't remember what the right words actually are. Instead, he has another drink.
"Hey, Hankyung," says Heechul half an hour later when it's gone very quiet and Hankyung really does just want to fall asleep now. "You were trying to tell me something about two hours ago, what was it?"
"You expect me to remember?" Hankyung asks in disbelief. "'Chul, I can't even remember my own name right now."
"Hankyung," says Heechul promptly. "And it was something about Sooyoung." He doesn't say anything about Hankyung calling him 'Chul this time. It gives Hankyung a warm feeling in his stomach that he tries to tell himself is because of the copious amounts of alcohol.
"Oh," says Hankyung, and thinks hard about it. Then he remembers. "Oh! It was because I saw their new hair today, and hers is really short. Really short. She looks good though."
Heechul scowls, Hankyung has no idea why. "Oh really?"
"Yeah," says Hankyung. "It really, I don't know. It just looks really good."
"I suppose you think she looks hot," says Heechul, and he sounds angry about something.
"I suppose she is," says Hankyung awkwardly.
"You and her should get together, get married in one of those stupidly large Churches like all the other idiots and then have lots of babies together." Heechul pauses, thinks about it, and then laughs, totally devoid of amusement. "You'd have dancing giraffes for babies."
"Danci -- what the fuck are you on about?"
"Well, you both have really long legs. Stupidly long legs. You are clearly made for each other."
"For god's sake, Heechul," says Hankyung, annoyed. "I do not want to get married and have lots of children with Sooyoung. No matter how beautiful the babies would be. Because they would be, this is me."
"Fuck you," mutters Heechul. "You're not beautiful, you have a stupid face. Like Siwon's face, but with no redeeming features at all."
"Anyway, what about you?" Hankyung feels irrationally annoyed: he wonders if it's the alcohol's doing, or more to do with Heechul. Heechul has a way of driving him mad. "You and -- god, I could name hundreds! You're a ladies man, that's what you are."
Heechul bursts into laughter, almost hysterical immediately. Hankyung blinks at him. "My god," says Heechul through his laughter, gasping. "Do you honestly believe that?"
"Well you sure know a few," says Hankyung. "Friendly with lots."
Heechul suddenly turns very serious very fast. "Well, just supposing," he says slowly. "Just supposing, in a completely hypothetical situation, suppose I didn't like girls."
"What, the kissing on stage wasn't enough of a give away?" mutters Hankyung, and Heechul just gives him a Look. Hankyung is still, avoids Heechul's eyes. He knows that Heechul is waiting for an answer, is aware that this is something should probably just be laughed off. He thinks that Heechul is expecting him to react with digust, expecting him to be cold and aloof and maybe even stop talking to him -- he knows that Heechul would love that, would love the drama and controversy, but instead Hankyung just sighs. "Well then," he says. "I guess that would make you a flaming homo."
Heechul glares at him with some intensity.
"Like me," adds Hankyung quietly. Heechul's expression changes; he looks unsure. Hankyung just stares at him, gaze level, and Heechul nods slightly.
"Right," he says. "In a hypothetical situation?"
Hankyung laughs, partly relief. "In a hypothetical situation."
Heechul stands up and goes to the fridge, possibly to get another drink even though it's 4am. Hankyung feels like he needs one. He knows that they've just laughed it off, made it out to be something fake, like their conversation didn't matter, because to face up to that truth is something terrifying, but he can't stop himself when he says, "You know, I always thought you were good looking too. Better than Sooyoung, in fact."
"Aw, thanks," says Heechul vaguely, pouring himself another glass of beer.
"No," says Hankyung, and he knows that he should stop, but he can't, because he's fucking drunk, and it's all Heechul's fault, Heechul who is turning around to look at him, Heechul who looks so good all the damn time, the one that Hankyung has been wanting ever since that first near-death experience in the ski lift at that resort. Heechul who has long, long fingers, artist's hands without being an artist, who can't dance, has a body that's more sharp than it is soft, a body like his wit, who sings and makes Hankyung want to touch him and feel his voice vibrate through his body, Heechul who is everything to Hankyung without even being aware of it. "No, Heechul, I--"
Heechul puts his glass down and takes a step closer.
"--really--"
Another step.
"--think you're--"
Two steps.
"--really good looking," finishes Hankyung, a little weakly, and Heechul is standing directly in front of him, face unreadable. Hankyung reaches out and loops his fingers around his wrist and Heechul slips onto his lap and when they kiss, Hankyung doesn't know what to do. He has one hand on Heechul's hip; the thumb of the other is somehow against Heechul's jaw, as he focuses too much on getting this perfect technically than actually feeling anything. It is their first kiss and he's suddenly horrified to find that when Heechul pulls away, he's frowning, and Hankyung has barely even noticed what just went on. "Sorry," he says frantically. "Sorry, sorry--"
"Sorry," says Heechul, half-singing, before Hankyung kisses him again, with feeling this time his mind tells him in a drunken sort of fanfare, and this time, he feels everything, forgets about what he's doing with his hands and feels the tingling in the ends of his fingers, the almost painful thudding of his heart against his chest, as Heechul threads his fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. Hankyung's thumb travels down to rub along Heechul's collarbone. And then Heechul is straddling him, chest and body pressed so close that for a few seconds Hankyung imagines that they really are one person.
Heechul pulls away, breathless; the exhilarated look in his eyes makes Hankyung go breathless himself. "Just for the record," he says, putting both hands on the sides of Heechul's face and pulling him close to nip at his bottom lip. "I'm not just doing this because I'm drunk."
"I am," says Heechul, arms draped over the back of the chair. "God, you think I'd make out with your face if I wasn't drunk?"
"Lies," says Hankyung, and then they're kissing again, Heechul pressing closer, closer, closer. Hankyung pushes his t-shirt up around his chest, runs his fingers down Heechul's skin, over his stomach, strokes the skin at the small of his back, as he slows the kiss down. Heechul moans and pushes his hips down, and Hankyung gasps out his name. Heechul pulls back to smirk at him, one hand pushing Hankyung's hair back from his forehead.
"I like it when you say my name," he says.
Hankyung presses his mouth softly to Heechul's throat, and Heechul tips his head back to give him access, and Hankyung is -- Hankyung is taking his time with this, Heechul is like diamond shards that slip through his fingers if he doesn't hold them carefully enough. His mouth trails up, finds Heechul's mouth again, and then Heechul's fingers, long long fingers that Hankyung has dreamt of, are unbuttoning his jeans, slowly, deftly. Hankyung's blood races; he nips at Heechul's bottom lip and is rewarded by a sharp intake of breath, Heechul's movements that little more frantic, Hankyung slowing down that little more, both through desperation, both anxious to take advantage of what they have.
It's like this is a magic spell that they both feel is going to break. But then Hankyung realises: the magic spell could have broken during that conversation, where he should have been repulsed and instead felt his heart leap, a thought of maybe I have a chance that he dismissed before it could take hold. That conversation, an almost-confession, that's when it would have broken, if it was even meant to be broken. Hankyung doesn't think this was never supposed to happen. So he kisses Heechul, and he doesn't give a fuck about what the consequences are in the morning.
He might be drunk -- Heechul's fault -- but he's not too drunk to not know what he wants, and he's always wanted Heechul -- also Heechul's fault.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 2,040
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hankyung props his head up, chin resting against the palm of his hand. "The fun has gone out of drinking," he whines. "I want to be about to see, Heechul."
A/N: so like most things I write, this started as one thing and ended up as another. It was originally them being bffs and getting drunk together one night and Heechul moaning about Siwon and Hankyung daydreaming about Sungmin and yeah. Then I got about 200 words in and just went OH WHO AM I KIDDING, THIS IS CLEARLY GOING TO END UP AS HANCHUL DRUNKEN MAKING OUT. Which, you know, it did. No real surprises there. I feel like that title should be the name of a FOB song.
for crazychickencow, because she started the whole thing and then made me finish it even though she'd forgotten all about the damn fic. Also for anyone on my flist who loves Hanchul ♥
sorry sorry sorry sorry, I don't care about the consequences
Somewhere between his sixth drink and Heechul's question of "If Kangin was a shampoo brand, which shampoo brand would he be?", Hankyung forgets himself and bites his own tongue. "Ow," he says, as Heechul collapses into laughter at him. "Ow, that fucking hurt." He's slurring a little both from alcohol and from pain.
"You complete moron," says Heechul snidely.
"You complete fairy," Hankyung retaliates. Heechul sticks his tongue out at him, unblemished. Hankyung tries to look down at his tongue. "Did I draw blood?" he asks around it, peering desperately.
"I can't understand you," says Heechul. "You can't talk like that, you idiot."
"Stop insulting me," says Hankyung, but unfortunately it's around his tongue again and so it's just a incomprehensible mumble that Heechul ignores in favour of pouring another drink. Hankyung groans. "No more," he moans, finally putting his tongue back into his mouth. "No more, 'Chul."
"Don't call me that," snaps Heechul, spilling a little of the beer as he tries to pour it out into a glass. Hankyung puts his head on the table.
"Heenim," he says. "No more, Heenim."
"That's better," says Heechul proudly, and then there's shuffling and the sound of a glass being pushed in Hankyung's direction. "Here," says Heechul. "Drink this."
Hankyung props his head up, chin resting against the palm of his hand. "The fun has gone out of drinking," he whines. "I want to be about to see, Heechul."
"Seeing is overrated," says Heechul, and takes a long sip of his drink, before kicking Hankyung under the table. "Come on, stop being such a lightweight, it's only --" he looks at his watch, squints for a few minutes -- "3.30am," he finishes triumphantly. Hankyung groans. Again.
"Why won't you let me sleep?" he mumbles, and watches as Heechul tips his head back and takes another sip, head tipped back ever so slightly, so Hankyung's eyes are drawn to his throat. "You have pretty skin," he says.
Heechul chokes on his drink, spluttering, wiping quickly at his mouth. "Fuck, Kyung, how much have you had?"
"I don't know," says Hankyung forcefully. "I told you, I can't see."
"Six, then," says Heechul.
"Yeah," agrees Hankyung.
"You're such a lightweight," says Heechul. "Fuck, Donghae can hold his drink better than you."
"Yeah," agrees Hankyung.
"Hey, Kyungie?" Heechul's eyes have a sharp glint in them, amusement rife.
"Yeah?"
"You're an idiot."
"Yeah."
"Oh my god, I can't talk to you when you're like this."
"Yeah."
They both fall silent for a moment, before Heechul jumps and straightens up and shrieks, "MY PELVIS IS VIBRATING."
Hankyung collapses into laughter, almost falling out of his chair, as Heechul fumbles in his pocket for his phone, muttering under his breath about what kind of people are awake at 3.30am and what they are doing texting him at 3.30 in the morning. It's his sister; his face lights up and Hankyung rests his head against the table, watching him as he texts back, at the eager emotion written on his face, the way his fingers fly over the buttons. Heechul laughs at something, and then puts his phone away. "Us," says Hankyung.
"What?" Heechul stares at him blankly.
"We're awake at 3.30 in the morning."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, never mind."
"You never make any sense, you know that?" Heechul is looking at him intensely. "Stop making no sense."
"Well you never make any sense either," says Hankyung, aware that he's kind of losing whatever battle they are waging. As usual. "You're just impossible and I don't even like you. At all."
"Lies!" announces Heechul, and then leaps into song, singing that Big Bang song, only he might have the wrong words. Hankyung is fairly certain Heechul is singing the wrong words, but he's drunk and can't remember what the right words actually are. Instead, he has another drink.
"Hey, Hankyung," says Heechul half an hour later when it's gone very quiet and Hankyung really does just want to fall asleep now. "You were trying to tell me something about two hours ago, what was it?"
"You expect me to remember?" Hankyung asks in disbelief. "'Chul, I can't even remember my own name right now."
"Hankyung," says Heechul promptly. "And it was something about Sooyoung." He doesn't say anything about Hankyung calling him 'Chul this time. It gives Hankyung a warm feeling in his stomach that he tries to tell himself is because of the copious amounts of alcohol.
"Oh," says Hankyung, and thinks hard about it. Then he remembers. "Oh! It was because I saw their new hair today, and hers is really short. Really short. She looks good though."
Heechul scowls, Hankyung has no idea why. "Oh really?"
"Yeah," says Hankyung. "It really, I don't know. It just looks really good."
"I suppose you think she looks hot," says Heechul, and he sounds angry about something.
"I suppose she is," says Hankyung awkwardly.
"You and her should get together, get married in one of those stupidly large Churches like all the other idiots and then have lots of babies together." Heechul pauses, thinks about it, and then laughs, totally devoid of amusement. "You'd have dancing giraffes for babies."
"Danci -- what the fuck are you on about?"
"Well, you both have really long legs. Stupidly long legs. You are clearly made for each other."
"For god's sake, Heechul," says Hankyung, annoyed. "I do not want to get married and have lots of children with Sooyoung. No matter how beautiful the babies would be. Because they would be, this is me."
"Fuck you," mutters Heechul. "You're not beautiful, you have a stupid face. Like Siwon's face, but with no redeeming features at all."
"Anyway, what about you?" Hankyung feels irrationally annoyed: he wonders if it's the alcohol's doing, or more to do with Heechul. Heechul has a way of driving him mad. "You and -- god, I could name hundreds! You're a ladies man, that's what you are."
Heechul bursts into laughter, almost hysterical immediately. Hankyung blinks at him. "My god," says Heechul through his laughter, gasping. "Do you honestly believe that?"
"Well you sure know a few," says Hankyung. "Friendly with lots."
Heechul suddenly turns very serious very fast. "Well, just supposing," he says slowly. "Just supposing, in a completely hypothetical situation, suppose I didn't like girls."
"What, the kissing on stage wasn't enough of a give away?" mutters Hankyung, and Heechul just gives him a Look. Hankyung is still, avoids Heechul's eyes. He knows that Heechul is waiting for an answer, is aware that this is something should probably just be laughed off. He thinks that Heechul is expecting him to react with digust, expecting him to be cold and aloof and maybe even stop talking to him -- he knows that Heechul would love that, would love the drama and controversy, but instead Hankyung just sighs. "Well then," he says. "I guess that would make you a flaming homo."
Heechul glares at him with some intensity.
"Like me," adds Hankyung quietly. Heechul's expression changes; he looks unsure. Hankyung just stares at him, gaze level, and Heechul nods slightly.
"Right," he says. "In a hypothetical situation?"
Hankyung laughs, partly relief. "In a hypothetical situation."
Heechul stands up and goes to the fridge, possibly to get another drink even though it's 4am. Hankyung feels like he needs one. He knows that they've just laughed it off, made it out to be something fake, like their conversation didn't matter, because to face up to that truth is something terrifying, but he can't stop himself when he says, "You know, I always thought you were good looking too. Better than Sooyoung, in fact."
"Aw, thanks," says Heechul vaguely, pouring himself another glass of beer.
"No," says Hankyung, and he knows that he should stop, but he can't, because he's fucking drunk, and it's all Heechul's fault, Heechul who is turning around to look at him, Heechul who looks so good all the damn time, the one that Hankyung has been wanting ever since that first near-death experience in the ski lift at that resort. Heechul who has long, long fingers, artist's hands without being an artist, who can't dance, has a body that's more sharp than it is soft, a body like his wit, who sings and makes Hankyung want to touch him and feel his voice vibrate through his body, Heechul who is everything to Hankyung without even being aware of it. "No, Heechul, I--"
Heechul puts his glass down and takes a step closer.
"--really--"
Another step.
"--think you're--"
Two steps.
"--really good looking," finishes Hankyung, a little weakly, and Heechul is standing directly in front of him, face unreadable. Hankyung reaches out and loops his fingers around his wrist and Heechul slips onto his lap and when they kiss, Hankyung doesn't know what to do. He has one hand on Heechul's hip; the thumb of the other is somehow against Heechul's jaw, as he focuses too much on getting this perfect technically than actually feeling anything. It is their first kiss and he's suddenly horrified to find that when Heechul pulls away, he's frowning, and Hankyung has barely even noticed what just went on. "Sorry," he says frantically. "Sorry, sorry--"
"Sorry," says Heechul, half-singing, before Hankyung kisses him again, with feeling this time his mind tells him in a drunken sort of fanfare, and this time, he feels everything, forgets about what he's doing with his hands and feels the tingling in the ends of his fingers, the almost painful thudding of his heart against his chest, as Heechul threads his fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. Hankyung's thumb travels down to rub along Heechul's collarbone. And then Heechul is straddling him, chest and body pressed so close that for a few seconds Hankyung imagines that they really are one person.
Heechul pulls away, breathless; the exhilarated look in his eyes makes Hankyung go breathless himself. "Just for the record," he says, putting both hands on the sides of Heechul's face and pulling him close to nip at his bottom lip. "I'm not just doing this because I'm drunk."
"I am," says Heechul, arms draped over the back of the chair. "God, you think I'd make out with your face if I wasn't drunk?"
"Lies," says Hankyung, and then they're kissing again, Heechul pressing closer, closer, closer. Hankyung pushes his t-shirt up around his chest, runs his fingers down Heechul's skin, over his stomach, strokes the skin at the small of his back, as he slows the kiss down. Heechul moans and pushes his hips down, and Hankyung gasps out his name. Heechul pulls back to smirk at him, one hand pushing Hankyung's hair back from his forehead.
"I like it when you say my name," he says.
Hankyung presses his mouth softly to Heechul's throat, and Heechul tips his head back to give him access, and Hankyung is -- Hankyung is taking his time with this, Heechul is like diamond shards that slip through his fingers if he doesn't hold them carefully enough. His mouth trails up, finds Heechul's mouth again, and then Heechul's fingers, long long fingers that Hankyung has dreamt of, are unbuttoning his jeans, slowly, deftly. Hankyung's blood races; he nips at Heechul's bottom lip and is rewarded by a sharp intake of breath, Heechul's movements that little more frantic, Hankyung slowing down that little more, both through desperation, both anxious to take advantage of what they have.
It's like this is a magic spell that they both feel is going to break. But then Hankyung realises: the magic spell could have broken during that conversation, where he should have been repulsed and instead felt his heart leap, a thought of maybe I have a chance that he dismissed before it could take hold. That conversation, an almost-confession, that's when it would have broken, if it was even meant to be broken. Hankyung doesn't think this was never supposed to happen. So he kisses Heechul, and he doesn't give a fuck about what the consequences are in the morning.
He might be drunk -- Heechul's fault -- but he's not too drunk to not know what he wants, and he's always wanted Heechul -- also Heechul's fault.