Super Junior {Hankyung/Heechul ; I won't stop falling like raindrops}
Title: I won't stop falling like raindrops
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !nanowrimo)
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 859
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Curious, Hankyung walks into the room, Han-mi still cradled in his arms. He almost drops her when he realises that Heechul is crying.
A/N: This has been sitting in my gdocs for well over a month now. I never got around to posting it because I've been on a hiatus and I just didn't really feel like it. I've got a few things still outstanding to post, actually, hopefully I'll get around to them sometime soon~ This is depressing and random. Soon I will write something of substance. Title taken from one of my new favourite songs. If you know it, then you're awesome.
I won't stop falling like raindrops
The screaming of Han-mi through the baby monitor wakes Hankyung up, but he hears Heechul groan that he'll get it. Thankful, Hankyung drifts back into a semi-doze, one ear always alert in case Heechul needs him, so he hears when Heechul says tensely, thirty seconds later, "Hankyung could you go see to her?"
"Mmrm," Hankyung says, agreeing because he's too tired to argue otherwise, and he swings himself out of the bed and down the hallway to Han-mi's room without even looking back, pretty much without even opening his eyes. Han-mi is screaming, little six-month face screwed up in absolute anger, and he sighs, and picks her up, and bobs around the room with her in his arms for a bit. When that fails to quieten her down, he walks into the landing to head for the stairs, figuring she wants to be fed. He's holding her tightly and walking quickly, fearful of waking Donghae, when he spots Heechul's body shape sitting on the edge of the bed through the door of their bedroom.
His shoulders are slumped. Curious, Hankyung walks into the room, Han-mi still cradled in his arms. He almost drops her when he realises that Heechul is crying.
"What the--" He shifts Han-mi in his arms so that he can put on hand on Heechul's shoulder, who immediately shoves him off. "What is it, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Heechul says, choked. "Nothing, just go feed her."
"No, no, I can't, not while--" By now, Heechul's tearful state has begun to rub off on Han-mi, who is screeching so hard that Hankyung is surprised she hasn't made herself ill. Hankyung stands, torn between seeing to their daughter and seeing to Heechul. Footsteps on the landing and Donghae's tired face peeping around the door of their bedroom just makes the situation worse.
"Why is Han-mi -- why is hyung crying?" Donghae's mouth has fallen open almost comically. He looks like a tiny part of his world was just turned upside down at the sight of Heechul crying. Then he looks like he doesn't know what to do to make it better, but determined to make it better nonetheless. Hankyung imagines (or hopes) that that's what he looks like.
Donghae is a lot more proactive than Hankyung, at least. He climbs onto the bed and wraps his arms around Heechul's neck, nice and tight and comforting, and asks why he's crying. Heechul, struggling to conceal his tears from him, turns his face and ends up sobbing harder into Donghae's shoulder. The eleven-year-old steps up to the challenge far better than Hankyung ever could have done, and Hankyung decides that he really better just leave him to it and feed Han-mi.
Once the girl has a bottle in her mouth and is happily sucking away, he makes his way back up the stairs, cradling her in his arms. Back in the bedroom, Donghae is braiding Heechul's hair, who is laughing and wiping at his face. Desperate for something to help, Hankyung hands Han-mi over to Heechul, who looks at him with swollen eyes and then settles to the task of feeding the baby. Hankyung holds out his hands to help Donghae off the bed, and the boy kisses Heechul on the cheek before agreeing to go back to bed. Hankyung tucks him in, switches the light back off and leaves the door open a crack.
Neither of them say a word as Heechul finishes feeding Han-mi, then lets Hankyung set her back in her crib in her room. When he gets back into their bedroom, Heechul is lying back under the covers, pulled up over his shoulders, with his back to the door. Hankyung gets back into bed, and strokes Heechul's hair soothingly. "What was wrong?" he asks, very quietly.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep."
Hankyung sighs, presses a kiss to Heechul's temple. "Tell me what was wrong."
"I couldn't stand up." Heechul's voice wavers. "I tried to get out of bed and I couldn't stand up."
Hankyung's hand pauses against the form of his shoulder under the covers. "Was it your leg?"
"Yes."
Hankyung sighs again. Then he moves off the bed and around to stand where Heechul's face is half-hidden under the duvet, eyes bright in the semi-darkness. He holds out a hand. "Here." Heechul doesn't move. "Come on. Let's stand up."
It takes some persuasion but eventually Heechul is sitting on the edge of the bed, hair over his face so that Hankyung can't see his expression, his shaking hands in Hankyung's grip. "On the count of three," Hankyung says. "One -- two -- three."
He pulls at the same time that Heechul tries to stand. He gets up easily, but doesn't have the balance, so that he falls into Hankyung. Luckily, he was expecting that, so he just stands still. Heechul manages to find his footing, but stays pressed against Hankyung, sliding his arms up so that his arms are slung around Hankyung's neck. Hankyung puts his hands on his waist. It's like a dance, except neither of them are moving.
"I'm sorry," Hankyung says eventually.
"I love you," Heechul mutters into his neck.
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !nanowrimo)
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 859
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Curious, Hankyung walks into the room, Han-mi still cradled in his arms. He almost drops her when he realises that Heechul is crying.
A/N: This has been sitting in my gdocs for well over a month now. I never got around to posting it because I've been on a hiatus and I just didn't really feel like it. I've got a few things still outstanding to post, actually, hopefully I'll get around to them sometime soon~ This is depressing and random. Soon I will write something of substance. Title taken from one of my new favourite songs. If you know it, then you're awesome.
I won't stop falling like raindrops
The screaming of Han-mi through the baby monitor wakes Hankyung up, but he hears Heechul groan that he'll get it. Thankful, Hankyung drifts back into a semi-doze, one ear always alert in case Heechul needs him, so he hears when Heechul says tensely, thirty seconds later, "Hankyung could you go see to her?"
"Mmrm," Hankyung says, agreeing because he's too tired to argue otherwise, and he swings himself out of the bed and down the hallway to Han-mi's room without even looking back, pretty much without even opening his eyes. Han-mi is screaming, little six-month face screwed up in absolute anger, and he sighs, and picks her up, and bobs around the room with her in his arms for a bit. When that fails to quieten her down, he walks into the landing to head for the stairs, figuring she wants to be fed. He's holding her tightly and walking quickly, fearful of waking Donghae, when he spots Heechul's body shape sitting on the edge of the bed through the door of their bedroom.
His shoulders are slumped. Curious, Hankyung walks into the room, Han-mi still cradled in his arms. He almost drops her when he realises that Heechul is crying.
"What the--" He shifts Han-mi in his arms so that he can put on hand on Heechul's shoulder, who immediately shoves him off. "What is it, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Heechul says, choked. "Nothing, just go feed her."
"No, no, I can't, not while--" By now, Heechul's tearful state has begun to rub off on Han-mi, who is screeching so hard that Hankyung is surprised she hasn't made herself ill. Hankyung stands, torn between seeing to their daughter and seeing to Heechul. Footsteps on the landing and Donghae's tired face peeping around the door of their bedroom just makes the situation worse.
"Why is Han-mi -- why is hyung crying?" Donghae's mouth has fallen open almost comically. He looks like a tiny part of his world was just turned upside down at the sight of Heechul crying. Then he looks like he doesn't know what to do to make it better, but determined to make it better nonetheless. Hankyung imagines (or hopes) that that's what he looks like.
Donghae is a lot more proactive than Hankyung, at least. He climbs onto the bed and wraps his arms around Heechul's neck, nice and tight and comforting, and asks why he's crying. Heechul, struggling to conceal his tears from him, turns his face and ends up sobbing harder into Donghae's shoulder. The eleven-year-old steps up to the challenge far better than Hankyung ever could have done, and Hankyung decides that he really better just leave him to it and feed Han-mi.
Once the girl has a bottle in her mouth and is happily sucking away, he makes his way back up the stairs, cradling her in his arms. Back in the bedroom, Donghae is braiding Heechul's hair, who is laughing and wiping at his face. Desperate for something to help, Hankyung hands Han-mi over to Heechul, who looks at him with swollen eyes and then settles to the task of feeding the baby. Hankyung holds out his hands to help Donghae off the bed, and the boy kisses Heechul on the cheek before agreeing to go back to bed. Hankyung tucks him in, switches the light back off and leaves the door open a crack.
Neither of them say a word as Heechul finishes feeding Han-mi, then lets Hankyung set her back in her crib in her room. When he gets back into their bedroom, Heechul is lying back under the covers, pulled up over his shoulders, with his back to the door. Hankyung gets back into bed, and strokes Heechul's hair soothingly. "What was wrong?" he asks, very quietly.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep."
Hankyung sighs, presses a kiss to Heechul's temple. "Tell me what was wrong."
"I couldn't stand up." Heechul's voice wavers. "I tried to get out of bed and I couldn't stand up."
Hankyung's hand pauses against the form of his shoulder under the covers. "Was it your leg?"
"Yes."
Hankyung sighs again. Then he moves off the bed and around to stand where Heechul's face is half-hidden under the duvet, eyes bright in the semi-darkness. He holds out a hand. "Here." Heechul doesn't move. "Come on. Let's stand up."
It takes some persuasion but eventually Heechul is sitting on the edge of the bed, hair over his face so that Hankyung can't see his expression, his shaking hands in Hankyung's grip. "On the count of three," Hankyung says. "One -- two -- three."
He pulls at the same time that Heechul tries to stand. He gets up easily, but doesn't have the balance, so that he falls into Hankyung. Luckily, he was expecting that, so he just stands still. Heechul manages to find his footing, but stays pressed against Hankyung, sliding his arms up so that his arms are slung around Hankyung's neck. Hankyung puts his hands on his waist. It's like a dance, except neither of them are moving.
"I'm sorry," Hankyung says eventually.
"I love you," Heechul mutters into his neck.